i tried to do it as that creepy dude from family guy

Hey! I wrote a thing! 

Vacationland! (Read on ao3)

Pairing: nurseydex
Words: ~3600
Summary: Derek and Dex end up spending a week together. Alone. In Maine. At a lake house. This leads to some important conversations about relationships. 


Derek was sitting on the edge of a dock on a lake in Maine wondering what the fuck happened in his life to bring him here. Well, actually he knew exactly what brought him here. He had mentioned casually in the Haus one day near the end of the semester than his parents were planning on going to Italy for a week for their anniversary, and, while he was invited along, he opted not to go so his moms could enjoy the vacation as a couple.

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The Pine Tree

A/N: Heyyy guys long time no see? Yes, writing this latest chapter was like wresting a rattlesnake while balancing a few ceramic plates on top of my head, but here it is! Plus I already started working on the new one, so hopefully it’ll be out relatively soon. In the meantime, enjoy this small detour before the plot rears its ugly head again. 

Au by @doodledrawsthings, based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

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“Hey, who’s the new guy? He’s kinda cute.”

Dipper tore his eyes away from the book he was reading to stare at Wendy in mute horror. She was glancing from the corner of her eye at Bill, who had taken the opportunity to rearrange all the snow globes on the shelves as a petty way to spite Grunkle Stan. Why they even let Bill into the gift shop was anyone’s guess. So far, all he managed to do was to scare away customers and give everyone a headache. No one recognized him so far, which was a good thing, but most of these people were just passing through the town anyway, and had no idea about the disaster that took place last summer.

Wendy had just come back from a hiking vacation with her family, and since nobody expected her to be back so soon, they had no idea what to do with Bill. Dipper assumed they would have to tell her eventually, seeing how she was a regular employee, and was definitely smart enough to connect the dots by herself at some point. Better to warn her ahead of time than to wait until she dragged in an exorcist or something. Not that Dipper though it would work. At all.

But Hearing his past crush call the devil in disguise “cute” was something vaguely traumatic. And it showed, because Wendy suddenly looked concerned. “Hey Dipper, are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen Stan in his underwear again.”

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MHA dub commentary ep 9

  • “Hey you! Can you tell us what it’s like to work so closely with All Might?” the reporter asks Izuku, who would probably be the best person to answer this question if he weren’t protecting a secret and also didn’t have social anxiety up the everywhere
  • Ochako, asked the same question: uuuhhhh he’s…. got muscles?
  • Iida: improvises an entire speech about All Might and i’m honestly feeling a little attacked right now b/c this is basically me with Bakugou
  • reporter: brings up the sludge villain incident. Bakugou: WALK AWAY.* (*BEFORE I FUCKING BLOW YOUR ASS UP FOR MENTIONING THAT)
  • seriously that’s such a thinly veiled threat im 
  • Bakugou no
  • Aizawa looks more like a hobo than usual today. also he just shoos the reporters out like bothersome little pests i love it
  • random but i enjoy that the reporter lady is wearing slacks instead of a skirt
  • “Naturally, everybody wanted to get their hands on All Might” and then it cuts to Shigaraki
  • hah
  • also hi Shigaraki you…. creepy motherfucker. standing there all… menacingly…….
  • okay i’m just gonna say that fucking pun was intentional on narrator!Izuku’s part because there’s no way that was an accident
  • future adult narrator Izuku is this the time to be making bad puns about the villains coming to kill your teacher/mentor/father figure

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cast your spell so you can rule me

Lance caught his eye, mouth slack with liquor. This close, Keith could see the light spattering of freckles over his nose, could smell the alcohol on his breath. The taller boy winked.


Or: the appendages of Voltron are all little shits, and Coran needs to hide his space booze better

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“Never ever…played this game before?” Keith tried.

Surprise overtook all of their faces, but it was Lance who felt the need voice his dismay. “First of all—” he raised a finger, “—it’s never have I ever. Second, what do you mean you’ve never played this before?”

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Clipped Ch 1/?

Lance brings home the bleeding angel (despite his better judgement)

((Injury recovery fic under the cut where Lance finds a rekt Angel Keith and takes care of him))

the rest will be on ao3

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anonymous asked:

The "my friend tried to take a pic of you on snapchat and the flash went off" one looks fun, :D

“my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME AND OH GOD PLS DON’T BE MAD” au

Whoops I turned this into a Cap!Steve, modern!Bucky AU.

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“He’s cute,” Becca says, sipping her frapuccino.

“Blondie?” Bucky asks, wiping down a counter.

“Mm-hmm,” Becca says, pulling her phone from her apron pocket and tapping.

It’s a quiet afternoon at their parents’ bookstore/coffee bar (because their aging hippie parents were the original hipsters) and the blond guy is one of four people in the café area, quietly drinking a mug of coffee and reading a newspaper on one of the mismatched couches they honestly hauled in from Craigslist Curbside back when they moved back to Brooklyn from the upstate farm — their parents raised goats — a few years ago.  If Bucky didn’t live/sleep/breathe the place, he’d think it was charming.

That being said, he’s spending his Saturday evening watching some dude read the newspaper, then will sneak over to Kate’s so he can watch Saturday Night Live at her place, since his parents don’t pay for cable or Internet. (Though they’re considering getting wifi for the café.) So, he doesn’t find it charming at all.

Anyhow, this isn’t the first time that tall, handsome and blond has been here. He mostly comes in the evenings, orders a black coffee, and reads the paper. He doesn’t talk a whole lot, but he tips well. Bucky likes him.

“I’m gonna snap him to Jamie.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. He, of course, doesn’t have a smart phone. Becca, on the other hand, was gifted one by Jamie at their alternative Brooklyn high school for the children of aging hippies or the rich but weird group. Jamie hails from the latter category, and needed a way to keep in touch with her friend from the former, which is how she got on Jamie’s family plan while Bucky has a flip phone he thinks was manufactured in 2002.

He’s so busy fuming that he doesn’t really realize how creepy it is to be taking a picture of their customer until Becca’s flash goes off, obvious and obnoxious in the dim light of the café. Bucky cringes as the blond guy blinks, almost confused and hurt as he looks over at the counter.  “Becca,” Bucky hisses as the blond guy stands up from his seat, and starts to walk towards him.

Becca makes a small “eep” and tosses something into the air. Reflexively, Bucky catches it, realizing that it’s Becca’s iPhone just as the guy reaches the counter.

“Excuse me,” the guy says. “Did you just take my photo?” He looks half-nervous, half-angry, eyebrows furrowed with a little unhappy frown.

“Uh,” Bucky responds, shooting a glance at Becca, currently crouched behind the counter. She levels him with her best ‘you are my big brother and I am your younger sister and you must protect me from very attractive blond men, even though I did something creepy and got caught because true love, bro, true love’ wide-eyed look.

There are times Bucky wishes he were an only child.

“Okay, okay, so I know. Seriously creepy, right? But the thing is, my friend was here the other day and she said that you were flirting with me and I told her you totally weren’t, but then she told me to tell her if you came back, but then she said she wanted photographic evidence, so I sent her a Snap… uh… Snappat…” He can see Becca facepalm from the periphery, but this wouldn’t be a problem if he had a smartphone in the first place.

It takes him a moment or two, but then blondie cracks a little smile. “So you just sent a photo to your friend?” Bucky nods. “Alright… that’s… okay, just. Don’t put it on social media or anything, okay?”

“Dude, I wouldn’t even if I had access to— ow.” Becca kicks him in the shin. Bucky looks down and sighs. “Wouldn’t do that. Honestly, we don’t have any social media at this place. Maybe we’d make an account if some celebrity came in, but that’d require us to get wifi, which we probably won’t.  And it’s not even like you’re some kinda celebrity, right? Just, uh, cute.” he adds, a stupid joke, tacking on a little fake laugh to the end as his cheeks go red.

The guy’s smile gets a little bigger. “Nope,” he says. “I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”

“Me too,” Bucky says. “Also an upstate goat farm, but I don’t talk about that much.”

Blondie laughs. “So,” he says. “About you asking me out?”

“You interested?” Bucky asks.

The guy shrugs. “Maybe.” He reaches out a hand. “I’m Steve,” he says.


“When’s your shift over?”

“Well, my coworker kinda owes me, so I can be off whenever.”

And that’s how Bucky Barnes, former goat farmer, current barista, ends up dating Steve Rogers, Captain America.

And this probably wouldn’t have happened had Bucky had a smart phone and thereby access to photographs of Steve Rogers in the first place.

(Also probably wouldn’t have happened if Becca paid attention to current events with her obviously undeserved smart phone and recognized Steve Rogers in the first place.)

Either way, he got a pretty kickass boyfriend out of it, so. Probably okay.

Do You Wish We’d Fall in Love

SWN Spring Fic Exchange gift for @troubleiwant

Word Count: 11,028

Warnings: Warnings: Derek Hale/Kate Argent, teacher/student relationship, sexual assault, panic attack

“You’re in love with my brother!” Scott accuses - completely out of the blue if you ask Stiles. There is nothing whatsoever that could even explain why this question would cross his best friend’s mind. In the middle of them being Call of Duty no less.

“No!” Stiles gets out, grabbing in chest in betrayal. “How dare you accuse me with such blatant lies.”

“You’ve been talking about him nonstop for ten minutes,” Scott counters, and honestly it’s like they’re in court. Where’s the jury? “I kept count.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “I’m merely just explaining to you in detail how your brother is an asshole to me at school.”

“Excruciating detail,” Scott snorts then pauses the game to really make their conversation serious. “I don’t see what his five o'clock shadow has anything to do with your story.”

“It was ten in the morning!” Stiles is quick to argue because it’s just wrong. Derek is barely eighteen and just four months ago, his ears were too big for his head and now he’s suddenly like a sex god or something. Stiles mentioned all of this in his rant, and he can maybe see how Scott took it the wrong way. “It should be scientifically impossible to sprout five o’clock shadow in the morning. He should wait until noon at the earliest.”

The room is silent save for the background noises from the game. Scott is giving Stiles a look that Stiles refuses to decipher because he has pride and doesn’t deserve to be looked at like he’s being ridiculous. Because he’s not.

“…I don’t think it’s physically possible to make your facial hair grow faster,” another familiar voice adds from the door. The door…that Scott didn’t close when they came up here after school to eat Doritos and play video games. Fucking Scott. “Also, why do either of you care about my facial hair?” Derek’s look is focused on Stiles; he’s not imagining this at all. There’s like this fiery glare of hatred pointed at Stiles, but not Scott even though it was Scott who fucking started the whole thing.

“That’s not what this - ugh,” Stiles ends it on a groan. “This is your fault.” He points his finger straight at his best friend. “I’m just gonna go home. I have an essay that’s due tomorrow.”

Derek mock cheers for the doorway and walks away humming what Stiles swears on his grave is Ding Dong the Witch is Dead. Really Stiles doesn’t deserve this. He’s done nothing wrong.

“Stiles, don’t go,” Scott whines, grabbing Stiles’ wrist when he tries to walk away. “Just because you and my brother are idiots doesn’t mean you need to leave.”

Stiles glances at the screen then back to Scott and shrugs, taking his wrist back. “I really do have an essay. And your brother is an asshole. You don’t know what he did today.” Stiles hadn’t really gotten to his point in his long rant about Derek, the reason Stiles is so done with the guy.

“What did he do?” Scott asks, eyes wide.

Stiles shakes his head and swallows. “Doesn’t matter. If you really want to know, he can own up to it.”


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10 reasons why takumi shouldn’t have had to suffer so much, especially in conquest: 

          1. he’s just a bab…………seriously he’s like 17 he’s still growing let the boy live

          2. all he ever wanted was his siblings’ love, attention, and affection, even if he doesn’t handle not getting it very well, he has such good intentions 

          3. some creepy dude took over his fucking mind in 2/3 of the routes that’s so scary? having someone control your entire mentality and your actions and words? that’s so freaky 

          4. take note of how whenever you talk to takumi in mycastle, he always has something nice and encouraging to say. “want to join me for target practice?” “never stop being who you are, because you’re great.” “you’re really great, you know that? sorry if i don’t say it enough.” these are here for a reason guys 

          5. when you meet him in the afterlife in conquest he says he knows that he let his grief overtake him and a lot of his actions weren’t his own even though he had every right to feel that way and shouldn’t even have to apologize, and he tells kamui that all he wanted was to be close to them and be loved by them

          6. “i’m not afraid of the dark, or “haunted” mountains, or that monster over there. WHEN DID THAT GET HERE?! GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY!”  

          “a tropical island? dare I dream…? the sun, the sand, the… HUH?! you didn’t hear that! did you? i’m only fighting because… well, because they’re making me!”

          “fine, fine, i’ll help. but only if i get to play with the weapons we win! er, i mean train! train, not play! oh shoot. i hope no one heard that…”

          “i hate the snow. it numbs my fingers, making it hard to draw my bowstrings. on the other hand, i do like playing around with igloos. except the time one collapsed while i was in it. i thought i was going to die!”

          7. he has the worst nightmares in the army and sometimes they’re so bad he unknowingly sleepwalks and cries(support with azura)

          8. in conquest he literally gets his entire family taken from him and even when he tries to escape through death, his corpse is used as a puppet and he can’t even rest in peace until his soul is finally set free if you think anyone in conquest suffered more than takumi shut your sorry ass up 

          9. he just wanted to protect his siblings, he was literally only so paranoid and cautious of nohrians because he never wanted his family and/or his people suffering as a result of his carelessness(COUGHS CHAPTER 6) why do people just assume he’s cold to them because he’s “just an asshole” 

          10. why the fuck are y’all blaming takumi literally 90% of his suffering comes directly as a result of other people’s actions(especially kamui’s in conquest) :\

Get It Together Greenberg (Requested)

Originally posted by syouaremycryptonite

request:  Can you do an stuart twombly imagine where y/n has been stiles bf since 4ever and never got along with Stuart. But 1day she goes to his house and they get into an argument and at the end they’re making out and stiles and sheriff finds them? thanks!

A/N: More Stuart stuff it’s my lucky week! But seriously guys never hesitate to request anything because well… I will do it? Also, I know I have a lot of requests but I chose to write this first because of reasons. Hope you enjoy it! Also, someone recently asked why my characters are always so short, and the answer is: I’m also very short and if I have to suffer so do they! 

Warnings: some swearing, nothing bad


“Really? Good, now I know on which day I’ll have to burn your house down!”, I informed Stiles as he slammed his locker shut with a sigh. 

“Why can’t you guys just get along?”

“Why can’t he stop being a dick?”, I retorted and rolled my eyes. Stiles had just told me that his older brother Stuart would spend his summer here, and it annoyed the shit out of me. While Stiles and I had been best friends ever since we were born, Stuart and I hated each other with a burning passion. 

It all started in kindergarten, second grade for him, when I refused to give him one of my cookies. As revenge, he cut off one of my pigtails. I had been crying for three hours straight, and could only be calmed down when Stiles offered me his holy Batman action figure to play with. Over the years our prank war became more daring and cruel, reaching its peak when he managed to get my first boyfriend to break up with me. Of course, I was extremely happy to find out he’d move away for an internship at Google. 

“Also, my dad wants you to come around as often as possible since you two should be old enough to-”, Stiles cringed at his own words, “make it all up.”

“I would do a lot of things for your family, Stiles. But ‘making it up’ with your brother is not one of them.”

“It’s  not like you have a choice. This weekend, I will just pick you up after school.”

“I should’ve taken Greenberg’s friendship offer when I had the chance!”, I yelled dramatically as he made his way to his next class. I ignored Greenberg with a creepy smile standing next to me. 

“The offer still stands.”, he grinned. 

“Get it together Greenberg.”, I groaned.

“Stiles I swear I will do everything you want but please, I don’t want to see this dick!”

“Hey, he’s not that bad.”, Scott interfered softly from the back seat. I turned to him with a deadly glare. 

“Can’t remember him cutting off your pigtail.”

“You’re still not over that?”

“I will never be!”, I called and opened my bag to look for the donuts I had bought earlier. 

“How come we’re best friends and you guys don’t get along at all?”, Stiles asked as I playfully fed him while he drove. 

“Change of topic please! Thank you. ”

The Sheriff was leaving the house just as we got out of the car. I saw him looking up at the guest room just as someone closed the curtains. Now if that wasn’t Stuart… 

“Uh…hey kids, Stuart is in his room already but I have to head to the station now so uh, you guys get along?”, Sheriff Stilinski said and was clearly addressing his words to me, only me. 

“Of course.”, I smiled sweetly. Not in a billion years. At least he’s not here… 

I tossed my bag into the corner of the room and threw myself on the couch. To say I felt homey at the Stilinski’s was a little understated. We actually had a fun time just sitting there, eating, and trying to do our homework even though the tv was on. 

“No, no I’m telling you it’s his wife!”, I yelled as Stiles tried to convince me that Josh Harrison’s murder was the housekeeper. That was exactly why no one allowed us to watch Law & Order together. 

“What are you talking about?! Can’t you see it in his eyes? He’s evil!”, Stiles shouted and we stood up now, facing each other in our argument. 

“Scott!”, we called at the same time. The teenager looked like he’d rather turn off the tv than answering but he had no choice. 

“I think… it was his wife.”, Scott sighed. Stiles groaned with a ‘seriously dude?!’ but I happily danced my victory dance. I was so intensely swinging my hips that I didn’t notice my enemy walking down the stairs. 

“Still awful at everything I see.”, a certain voice spoke up from behind me. I stopped in my tracks and closed my eyes slowly. Sighing, I turned and smiled at the little prick. 

“Stuart! Still ugly as fuck I see.”, I said as fake as possible. He rolled his eyes before going into the kitchen, probably looking for food.

“And you still are the same height as five years ago!”, Stuart yelled after a few seconds. I groaned and fell back on the couch. Why couldn’t Stiles have a cool brother? Spiderman or someone like that would be nice.

“ Why don’t you come sit with us?”, Scott asked and I mentally slapped the shit out of him. Seriously? Were they all enjoying my endless suffering? Much to my dislike, Stuart sat down right next to me. Well, he more squeezed himself between Stiles and me. 

“Can’t you see these seats are taken? Go sit on the floor or something, honey.”, I said annoyed. 

“Since this is my house, I can sit wherever I want. And I chose to sit next to my lovely brother and his trash friend, babe.”, he responded without even looking up from his phone. I crossed my arms and turned the tv louder, wanting to see the start of another episode of Law & Order S.V.U.

“You smell!”, I complained even though I thought the opposite. But you don’t want your enemy to sit next to you with a very seducing smell. And this stupid adorable face. No, that was wrong. 

“Why don’t you go have a shower with me, then?”

“Shut up.”


Greenberg wasn’t all that bad… He even offered me to stay at his place once, no Stuart in sight… Even though the world biggest’ asshole was sitting next to me, I enjoyed the evening. It was the first weekend of the summer holidays, and I always enjoyed spending time with Stiles and Scott, no matter what.

 It had gotten dark already when Sheriff Stilinski came back home, finding Stiles and me in a heated argument about whether Harry and Hermione would be a good couple or not, while Scott sat in silence, clearly annoyed by our bickering. Stuart was silently looking at something on his phone, as always. He offered Scott and me to stay overnight, I accepted that gladly, of course, not wanting to return to an empty house since my mother had passed away and my father was doing double shifts in the hospital. 

Scott, on the other hand, wanted to go home, I couldn’t tell why. I didn’t think about it much, sometimes Stiles and I were just too much to bear for him. Most people thought that. Sheriff Stilinski offered him  a ride home after the call he had, apparently he had to go back to the station. I nearly got a heart attack when Stiles said he would come with them. 

“Can I come?”, I quickly asked. Stiles grinned mischievously as he told me that there wasn’t enough space in his father’s car, and the tank of his jeep was empty. I didn’t believe a single fucking word. 

“We’ll be back soon.”, Stiles smirked. Once again I cursed my decision to be friends with that bastard.

“Afraid to be alone with me?”, Stuart asked with his signature grin and the stupid beanie on his head. 

“More like, very disgusted.”, I shot back. We both flinched a little when my phone began to ring. Before I could grab it from the table, Stuart had it in his hands, quickly standing up before I could get it. He held it up high over his head, making it impossible for me to reach it. Damn his 6′0. It actually was one of the few proofs that Stiles and he weren’t twins. Stuart was two years older, a bit taller and wore glasses.

“Give it to me, Stilinski!”, I ordered but he just smirked down at me. I jumped on top of the couch to be taller but so did he. 

“Still feeling superior?”, he asked before he pressed the answer button. 

“Y/N’s boyfriend, how can I help you?”, he asked and I let out a noise between a whine and a groan. 

“Uh… sure?”, Stuart said and handed the phone to me. I glanced up at him confused and he shrugged. 

“Hello?”, I asked while Stuart raised his eyebrows at the phone. 

“No, that wasn’t my boyfriend. Seriously? How did you even get this number? Oh my god get it together Greenberg.”, I sighed before hanging up. 


“The kid that tried to eat your shoe once.”, I remembered and giggled before shivering. What a creep. 

“So that’s the kind of person you’re dating.”

“Shut it. I’m not dating anyone. And certainly not Greenberg.”

“So I don’t have any kind of competition?”, he asked smugly. I scoffed and crossed my arms.

“I’d rather get laid by Greenberg.”, I joked. Oh no, now I was thinking about sex with Greenberg, ew. Quickly something else! Sex with Stuart… Fuck…. not better. 

“Admit it. You’ve always had a crush on me.”

“Yeah because burning my barbie is such an appealing character trait.”

“You probably even thought about sex with me…”, he continued, clearly teasing me. Don’t blush. Please don’t blush. Crap. 

“Stuart!”, I exclaimed and I knew exactly a blush was creeping up my cheeks as my face grew hot. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? 

“Wait, you actually thought about sex with me?”, Stuart asked and sounded completely caught off guard. I stuttered a reply but no one, not even Greenberg, would believe that. 

The next thing I knew was that Stuart was pressing his lips against mine. I should push him away, shout at him for even trying to get close but instead I found myself moaning when he pulled me closer. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a fantastic kisser, and I couldn’t help but sigh when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. 

I put my arms around his neck and cursed the fact that we both needed air to survive. We pulled back breathlessly, staring at each other speechlessly. This time, it was me that reconnected our lips, addicted to the feeling of his lips against mine. I shrieked when he sat down on the couch, pulling me on top of him in the progress. 

This was not how I expected my night to be…I thought as I sat in Stuart’s lap and made out with him passionately. Another whine escaped my lips as he began to plant kisses on my neck. He groaned as I bucked my hips against his, my body reacting to his light bite on my sweet spot. He kissed my cleavage before going back up to my lips again.

How could years of hatred turn into this? He took control of the situation, letting his tongue dance around mine while his hands settled firmly on my ass. I wouldn’t enjoy this so fucking much if he wouldn’t be so damn good at kissing… I felt a wave of pleasure hit me after he had grunted loudly when I kissed his jaw and it was finally my turn to make him gasp. I still wasn’t prepared for our connecting hips or the way he let his hands roam all over my body. 

We had a split second to separate our lips before the door opened and Sheriff Stilinski stood there with Stiles, having a bag full of Chinese food in his hands. This probably did not look like the argument they expected to see when they arrived back home. 

My cheeks were flushed and I still sat in Stuart’s lap, his hands still on my butt. I had left a hickey on his jaw, I won’t even start on my neck…

“I don’t even want to know.”, the Sheriff sighed and left the room, leaving the three of us alone. 

“I knew it! But don’t have sex while I’m around. Actually, don’t have sex at all that’s kind of gross. I mean you two…”, Stiles said and shuddered. He put down the bag onto the table before going after his father, probably changing. Stuart and I looked at each other, shrugging before we kissed again.


Reborn x Harry Potter Crossover (AKA Where Tsuna is a Slytherin and People Dunno How or Why)

Set at least 2-5 years post-canon.

Turns out, magic is an offshoot of flames that is thought to have died out, a long, long time ago. To normal people, of course. The higher ups of Vongola still know about it, as do the Acrobaleno, Millefiore, Shimon, etc. Thus, Reborn is given the task of giving the Tenth Generation a crash course in magic. But of course, since this is Reborn, he decides to go all out and introduce the Tenth Generation as Hogwarts transferees. And if he gets dame-Tsuna to take out ‘Lord’ Voldemort while he’s at it? Even better, cause now the wizards would have to owe Vongola a debt!

Point #1: Reborn waltzes in as the new DADA professor. Obviously, since this is Reborn, he has a degree in that too, and a brief stint in Auror-life as well.

  • (needless to say, he is very, very famous)
  • Hogwarts students were in awe, but after their first class they’re now all terrified.
  • Mcgonagall is forever baffled. Leon changes into objects without spells? Wandless magic??? And how do muggle guns work in Hogwarts anyways?
  • Snape finds a new frenemy. They bond trading insults/barbs while coming up with new ones for their stupid students. 

Point #2: The Guardians are sorted into the different houses (not that something like houses would keep the Guardians from their precious sky’s side).

  • Yamamoto is sorted into Gryffindor. He makes a terrifying Beater. The Gryffindor Quidditch team is overjoyed.
  • Gokudera is sorted into Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat was very bemused when he heard a variety of threats of ‘put me with Tenth or else I’ll-’. Though to be honest, 'disintegrate you with Storm Flames’ is a pretty unique threat.
  • Ryohei is sorted into Gryffindor TO THE EXTREME. Many Gryffindor students are looking into silencer spells.
  • Chrome is sorted into Hufflepuff. Mukuro was slightly surprised that he didn’t corrupt her enough to be sorted into Slytherin yet.
  • Hibari and Mukuro are both sorted into Slytherin. Draco eyes them contemplatively when both boys decided to sit as far away from each other as possible. He could use new lackies … (er, good luck with that, Draco)

Point #3: And then we come to our dear cinnamon roll. Tsuna, despite surviving for x amount of years with Reborn, trembles noticeably as he walks up to the Sorting Hat. He barely keeps himself from tripping out of nerves (Reborn would shoot him if he did), and sits down fretfully.

  • The Golden Trio takes one look at the fluffy boy and thinks Hufflepuff. Or maybe Gryffindor if he had some inner, inner, very inner leadership skills.
  • Draco and his gang takes one look at the bowed head and trembling hands and thinks Hufflepuff for sure.
  • So does Snape. And Mcgonagall. Professor Sprout is already making plans on how to mother the cute dear.
  • The Sorting Hat straightens, and yells …“SLYTHERIN!”
  • Reborn smirks.
  • “What?” Harry asks.
  • “WHAT.” Draco’s mouth drops open. Snape twitches as everyone stares in disbelief. Tsuna trembles more (Reborn was smirking! Smirking! Something bad was going to happen to him!) and trips twice on his way to his table. Hibari grudgingly makes his way to Mukuro so they could welcome their Sky.
  • Reborn is very happy with this development. One, it meant that he was rubbing off on Tsuna! Two, his dame-student was now situated with his two strongest guardians; Reborn didn’t have to squirrel Tsuna away to his private room for protection any more.

Point #4: Tsuna is unwillingly dragged into Magic shenanigans.

  • Philosopher’s Stone: Troll? Eat dynamite! And Tsuna’s XX-burner! (Tsuna learns a spell to reverse damage that year when he and Gokudera blows up/burns the girl’s bathroom. He iS SO HAPPY)
  • Chamber of Secrets: Sweet, sweet Chrome is petrified and Tsuna is pissed. Tom Riddle’s ghost thing? Yeah, you’re just a figment of time who’s gonna go down.
  • PoA: Dementors do not effect Tsuna. At all. Why? Cuz they are ripping of Tsuna’s Zero Point Breakthrough.
  • Goblet of Fire: HAHAHA GUESS WHO GOT PICKED. HAHAHA THREE GUESSES. If your first two isn’t 'Tsuna’, then it doesn’t count. On the other hand, Tsuna is in the lead by a lot. He sees the dragon and unleashes Natsu. Byakuran’s dragon was scarier after all. Gokudera is the one who goes skinnydipping in the river, and once again Tsuna is Not. Happy. He manages to get his friend out by freezing the whole lake, except for his friend and the other captured people (judges don’t know if this is cheating since he’s helping the other contestants? Who freezes an entire lake???). In the third task, it is Tsuna who reaches the cup first (Hyper Intuition leading him but also trying to warn him of something. what) so cue meeting with evil Voldemort. Tsuna is just, done. (“Why can’t you dead people just stay dead? akjahfkdjah”)
  • Order of Phoenix: Tsuna gets into Umbridge’s detention with Harry. Afterwards, his Guardians come together to plot how to kill the toad woman slowly for making Tsuna bleed.
  • Half Blood Prince: The KHR gang gets Moretti to help fake Dumbledore’s death. All is well.
  • Deathly Hallows: Tsuna is so, so done. He has to deal with rainbow flames and baby curses and immortals, why does he have to deal with a creepy dead dude without a nose who wants to become a Kawahira? One Kawahira is enough for the world, thank you! Voldemort stood no chance. After all, he wasn’t an OP Daemon Spade. And really, Killing Curses are green and slow. Much easier to avoid than Reborn’s shooting.

Point #5: other extra notes

  • Draco is booted from his Seeker position because of Tsuna. To everyone’s eternal surprise, the boy is a natural flyer (Mukuro: *dryly* Oh, I wonder why.) who isn’t afraid of doing very dangerous-looking stunts. Tsuna just wants to get the flying gold thing, because he swears Reborn has a gun pointed at him and he really doesn’t want to be shot that day, please.
  • To Snape’s pleasant (?) surprise, Tsuna is actually really good at Potions (it’s because Tsuna learned cooking from Nana shhh).
  • The Gryffindor Quidditch team is forever exasperated because Yamamoto would never try and hit Slytherin’s new Seeker. The only way it would happen is if he does it by accident (but it still has Gokudera screaming his head off)
  • Gokudera is in UMA heaven. Werewolfs! Centaurs! Ghosts! He stalks Headless Nick and Lupin for a week.
  • Draco tries picking on Tsuna once with his lackies, but is immediately, uh, deterred when he got a tonfa to the eye and a trident to his gut.
  • Cue WTF moment for Voldemort when Tsuna faces him with, not his wand, but a pair of mittens.
  • Actually, cue WTF moment for everyone the first time they see the cute and fluffy Tsuna fight.
  • Ron was convinced that the Sorting Hat made a mistake sorting Tsuna, and that the tuna should have been sorted into Hufflepuff. Until Tsuna punches the troll in the face and sends the guy flying and crumbling two walls.
  • Reborn has a lot of fun torturing his students. Tsuna is instantly admired when they found out that the poor boy had been tutored by Reborn for years.
  • “No, Reborn! Don’t bring Harry and his friends into the Mafia! I don’t need backup Guardians, ohmygod.”

Hahahaha … this turned into a long thing. I’ve always wanted to write this, but I’ve already got too much ongoing stories on my plate. Slytherin!Tsuna is a guilty pleasure of mine, because, well, he is a Mafia boss. Slytherins are “seeking individual greatness - but Slytherins look out for their own group and see themselves as much more unified than Ravenclaws or Gryffindors.” They are also cunning leaders, and I believe this suits Tsuna in a way. We especially see it in TYL!Tsuna, who plans such a big hoist. Although Tsuna is one to jump to his friend’s aid (loyal like Gryffindor/Hufflepuff), he does not seek for glory or fame. And after a few years in the Mafia know and tutored by Reborn, I believe his sense for fairness will also diminish. After all, he works with Mafia, these people are never fair and if he has to be unfair to keep his friends safe, I believe Tsuna would do it. Tsuna can also be described a a Hufflepuff, family oriented, but he is/will be a leader and that will not change. Students are sorted by the Sorting Hat to houses where it thinks they will prosper, and being sorted into Slytherin would definitely help. And honestly, I don’t believe that Reborn didn’t rub off on Tsuna at all. He must have. Plus, I really want to see the reactions of the whole of Hogwarts when they realize, cute, mousey Tsuna is a Slytherin.

I’m not sure if Tsuna would stay for the whole 8 years. If they do, then perhaps time runs differently for them? Reborn probably won’t be the DADA professor for all the years too.

I submitted this at the KHR AU blog but they haven’t posted it yet, so I hope I can submit it at my own blog too. Feel free to use this idea, but please show it to me/credit!


(From AskReddit)

    By Reddit user vuhleeitee
    When I was little, around 8, I hated going to the dentist, he always made me uncomfortable for some reason. I remember thinking his smile stretched too far and seemed forced, like clowns. Anyway, my mom always came with me, and went back so I wouldn’t be scared. One day, my dad had me (divorced parents), and had to take me to the dentist, but tried to make me go back alone so he could sit out in the lobby doing whatever. The assistants had to literally drag me back to the room and you could hear me screaming and crying down the hall, refusing to sit in the chair. Finally, my dad came back to get me, irritated I’d made a scene, he rescheduled my appointment to when my mom would have me, and we just left, he made a big deal about how bad I was acting and told my mom she was spoiling me and all sorts of shit.
    Two weeks later, it’s on the news that my dentist was charged with child pornography, after molesting children under anesthesia and photographing it.

  • DOLL
    By Reddit user SuicideSquad
    I was born and raised in North Dakota. Back when I was in HS, a group of us would research murders that occurred out in the county. We would then go out to find the scenes and film the exploration at night (this was about two years before Blair Witch) It was something to do while we got wasted on shitty beer and teenage bullshit. Eventually we ran out of places to go (ND = few people, few murders) and got really good at finding abandoned rural farmsteads by driving dirt roads and looking for the signs. Rut roads, deliberate tree groves, and old mailbox posts were common markers. We were out looking when we spotted a tree grove that was out of place (sure sign) and drove through the field and discovered an old (but not too old) house. It had padlocks on the outside doors that were knocked off pretty easily, we dispatched of them and entered the kitchen. There were six of us, all with flashlights, and we lit up the kitchen/dining area fairly easily. The table was the initial thing you noticed and it was strange because of how normal it looked. It was set for a meal and not a bowl was out of place. Only thing was, we’d been in dozens of these houses and place setttings were a first. Especially unbroken ones. As we investigated the area we found the fridge had the disgusting remnants of a full stock, and the cupboards were full of canned and dry foods. This was also a first. One guy found mail on the counter from early June 1978 and another found a creepy ass TV guide in the living room with UFO’s on the cover. All the family photos were hanging up. Mom, Dad, Bro and Sis in their 1970’s glory. Furniture was dusty, but in good condition. Closets were full. Everything was totally normal. Which was super abnormal. As we dug around the house, we all started to realize that this house had not been moved out of, it had been straight up abandoned. Imagine locking the door to your house and never coming back. That’s the state this house was in. Complete unplanned departure. We went upstairs and split into three pairs to check out the three rooms. Ours was the closest and obviously it was the younger boys room, I can’t describe what it looked like too well because almost right away from the hall, we heard the most fucking terrifying scream I’ve ever had the misfortune of hearing. We went running into the hallway and were all yelling questions at each other at the same time. After a few (really long) seconds the two screamers caught their breath and said “you have to go in and see.” Walking down the hall and through the doorway, I prayed I wouldn’t act like a pussy in front of my friends. I shouldn’t have been concerned because the others were as scared as I was. The room itself opened up to the left of the door-frame and centered on the right side of the room was a queenish sized bed. Propped up on pillows, with the blanket drawn to the waist, arms on top of the blanket, and worst of all, head turned slightly so it was looking you straight in the eyes when you entered the room was a life sized porcelain doll. Snow white skin, jet black hair, cold dead eyes. The dead eyes lit up with our flashlights. Like she was waiting for us. If the head hadn’t been turned I could excuse it, but it was turned. Ready for when we walked in. Ready for 20 years. Hasty fucking exits were made down the stairs and into the car. It was during the ride we started to get even more creeped out when we realized that even though the house had been abandoned, someone had taken the time to set up that goddamn doll. Not packing food, clothes, or family photos. Setting up the doll was one of the last things done in this house. We researched their names, but got nothing. No tragic car accident. No grisly massacre. No extended family. Just a tacky time-capsule in the middle of nowhere. We found out that the county had taken possession of the land for nonpayment of taxes, explaining the locks, but never tracked down anymore information on what happened to them. Or why they left that fucking doll.

    By Reddit user brs677
    We were partying at a usual party spot by the river, and some dude came out of the woods. He just kept saying weird shit like “you gotta watch yourself down here,” “There are some bad folks around here” and when asked who he was he just said, “I’m nobody.” We were all a little sketched out, and basically told the guy to fuck off. A couple days later a girl went off the rope swing there and got really fucked up. Someone put fishing hooks all over the bottom of the rope swing and it took chunks of flesh out of her leg.
    Later we found out the dude was just a guy that lived nearby and although a creepy drunk, he was harmless. There was a fucked up, probably inbred family that lived up the road that he would warn people about. About 5 years later, last year, they beat some kid up with a log and kidnapped some girl at gunpoint and took her on a joy ride.

    By Redditt user so_so_so_bored
    Last year, a guy came to my house’s door around 9:00 at night. He knocked and I got my mom, and she went out to see what was up. By the way, we live in a very rural area, so visits that late are extremely uncommon and strange.The guy talked to my mom about how he was opening a business, asked whether she liked american-made products, then handed her a clorox container as a ‘sample.’ He went back to his minivan and opened it to get a 'vacuum cleaner’ when my mom saw five other men sitting inside. She told me to run and get my phone, since we don’t have a land line. I couldn’t find it, so I got my knife and stood around the corner. She threw the container outside and told them to get the hell off her property, as well as that she was calling the cops. They peeled out of the driveway and we never saw the car again.
    Two months later my mom found a single, bearded guy putting filled garbage bags by the back door. She asked him what the hell he was doing- he responded by saying “this is for your little girl” (my little sister). Again, she told him to get the hell out, then went through the bags.They were filled with garbage, dirty clothes, and empty tampon containers.

    By Reddit user GrittySpice
    Working as a paramedic, I was dispatched to what went out as a simple assault call in a bad neighborhood. This was around 10 pm. We arrived at the address to find a man standing behind a row of parallel parked cars in front of his house, yelling in a strange high pitched voice. The police were trying to calm him down. Our first assumption walking up to him was that this was the guy who was injured, but once we got the gurney around the parked cars we saw what was really going on. A dead man was leaned up against a mini cooper, slouched in the gutter. I’ll never forget coming around the car to find him. There was this really unsettling moment that lasted about 2 seconds where I thought he was alive and staring at me, then realizing he was looking through me, then realizing he was dead. He was shirtless and had been stabbed multiple times. And these were brutal wounds. Most stabbings I’d seen up till that point seemed to be simple penetrations, but this guy’s chest and abdomen had been torn to shreds, it was nasty.The guy standing on the curb was yelling in that weird warbly voice, crying, asking if his roommate would be okay. We started CPR and scooped him up and took him to the hospital, knowing that there really was no chance for this guy. After the doctor pronounced him a couple of cops came over from the scene to square away business involving the victim. One of them really dropped a bomb on us. The story they had heard before our arrival was that the victim had left the house to have a smoke, and when his roommate came out to check on him, he found him stabbed to death outside. But after we left for the hospital, someone noticed a trail of blood leading from the house to the curb, implying that he had been stabbed inside. When the police confronted the roommate about this, he managed to run inside and barricade himself in house. There was actually a SWAT team over there dealing with the situation as we spoke. So anyway, the person who had most likely brutally murdered our patient that night had been standing there right behind me for most of the call. Pretty creepy.

    By Reddit user Sweetdish
    A few years back I rented an apartment from a friend of mine. He had recently bought it and had it completely renovated. He put it up for sale but couldn’t find a buyer so I offered to rent it in the meantime.After moving in I realized there was something wrong with the lady next door. She was about 45 but looked much older. She would sit up all night listening to Christian radio shows and talking loudly to someone. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep so I went over to her place and asked her to keep it down. She opened her door and I got a quick peak. Her walks all had crosses painted on them in different colors. And words like “Jesus” and “angels” scribbled everywhere. The windows were painted black letting no light in at all. It was damp, yellow stained 50 year old carpets, dog shit and cock roaches everywhere. No dog though.I asked her to please keep it down. She just looked at me and shut the door. Then she turned up the radio even louder.The next night I had my GF staying over. I wake up in the middle of the night and see a shadow of a person next to the bed looking at us sleeping. I think I’m hallucinating as I usually do in the dark when I’m sleepy. But then the shadow starts talking. It’s my neighbor and she’s holding something in her hand. She broke in during the night and who knows how long she stood there.“You should lock your door at night” she says and walks out.The next morning I hear someone making strange noises below my bedroom window. It’s my neighbor talking to herself in tongue. She has a plastic bag in her hand with her rotting dead dog inside. It’s hot as hell outside and I can smell death from the bag.At this point I’m scared shitless. Shes obviously very insane. I go upstairs and knock on another persons door and ask what the hell is going on. The guy is as scared as me. Apparently she broke into his apartment one evening as well while he was watching tv with his kids. He got up from the couch to get a snack only to find her behind the couch staring at him holding a power drill. (Now I know what was in her hand)At this stage I’m basically pooping myself. I call the cops and they know all about her. Apparently she is a violent schizo and she hasn’t taken her meds. But they can’t force her or enter her apartment w/o her permission because she owns it. The only thing they can do is get her when she goes outside. I sit up for the next two days waiting for her to run out of cigarettes. When I hear her leave at 2am to go across the road to the 7-eleven I call the cops. They have 3 cars and a special van over in less than 2 minutes. They restrain her and throw her in the van and drive off to some institution and in less than a minute it’s like she was never there.I never see her again. Still have nightmares about her looking at me in my sleep.

    By Reddit user wordsfromlee
    This happened to a friend of mines house mate during their time at university. It was at the house she lived in before moving in with my friend after this event occurred. During her second year at university she lived in a house with three other people. At Easter, everyone went back home to their parents for the Easter holidays. Her first night back after returning from the Easter break she woke up in the morning to find some things moved about in her bedroom. She thought nothing of it and put it down to moving it herself the night before and not remembering. She woke up the next morning to more stuff moved around. Like her TV and chair etc. she started to get a bit scared and told her house mates to quit moving her stuff about as it wasn’t funny and very creepy. They all said they didn’t touch anything. The next morning even more stuff had been moved and she started to get very worried. Again, she told her house mate to stop but they swore they haven’t touched anything and were getting very concerned themselves. The fourth night she woke up during the middle of the night. She looked over and in the darkness she could see a figure sitting at her desk. She freaked the fuck out, ran out of the room, locked the door and called the police. The police turn up and they unlock the door. Sure enough, there is a guy there, probably early 20s, sitting at her desk. Calm as anything. The police arrest him and take him away. A couple of days later they find out that the guy was actually a mentally handicapped person who lived at a care home not far down the road. His mother had looked after him until her death a year or so earlier when he was then moved into the home. He’d been a missing person for a few weeks and it turned out that the house this girl and her friends lived in used to be his and his mothers house. In particular, her bedroom used to be his. He eventually told the police that when he ran away from the home, his old house was where he went to. He managed to get in somehow and spent the whole time there. Two and a half weeks. Sleeping under the girls bed. Coming out at night while she slept to move her stuff so it was like how he had it when it was his bedroom.

    By Reddit user Darkest-timeline
    It was very early morning/late at night, whatever you wanna call it. Around 5am, still dark. My dad and brother and I were in the car, driving to the mosque. On the way there, there’s this dimly lit road, with a forest on both sides, and a bend that made it difficult to see. Bear in mind this isn’t a residential area, there isn’t even a sidewalk and the nearest intersection is a good kilometer either way. So we’re driving, we get to this bend, and just before it we see a figure sort of waving us down. They were dressed kinda odd, but I figured it was some sort of running outfit. I don’t wanna say it was glowing or reflective cause I don’t fully remember, but it just made me assume it was some sort of running outfit. Couldn’t make out his face, or anything about him other then his clothing. So he’s waving us down dramatically, my dad slows down but doesn’t really think anything of it. As we turn along the road, we see a car like right freaking there. It was just out of view before the curve in the road, so we would have definitely hit it if my dad didn’t slow down. Dad stops, quickly checks on the driver of the car to make sure he’s okay, then doubles back for some reason, maybe to thank the guy who warned us. He drove back quite a ways. No one, on either side of the road. It was about 60 seconds from initially seeing the guy to turning around to where he was, no time for him to really go anywhere.

    By Reddit user DAMNATiON182
    About 6 years ago, I was in my final year of high school and due to the weird timetable that 12th grade had at my school, we regularly had 2+ hour breaks between classes, early finishes, and longer lunch breaks. My house was about a 20 minute walk away from school, and I would usually just walk home either by myself or with a friend and chill until we had to head back.My school was located on the outskirts of the city, and my house a little bit further out. I lived on about 40 acres on a dirt road. Along the dirt road, I had been passing a really foul smell about 5 minutes away from my house. I couldn’t tell where the smell was coming from, but it was definitely close to the road. I had passed this smell about 4 times over roughly a week of school but figured it was a dead animal due to the area.After an exam, I was walking home with a friend and the smell was worse than ever, so as you do, we decided to walk into the grass to search for whatever the smell was. We ended up finding a black garbage bag that was completely blown up like a balloon about 5 meters from the road. As a joke, I threw a rock at it and it popped and shot out this foul white goo and immediately, my friend and I started dry-reaching. We ran away as fast as we could, laughing and vomiting, back home to my place. I didn’t think anything of it as I figured it was a cat or something that someone had dumped.I remember walking back from school the next week, by myself, and there were mounted police on their horses walking down the road slowly, and near one of the entrances to my property, there was a dog squad with sniffer dogs walking around. I didn’t take much notice of all the police and what they were doing, but literally as soon as I got closer to the area that we had found the bag, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and I thought “Oh shit…”. The bag ended up being the body of a girl who had been murdered and was dumped along the fence-line of my property. I still feel sick when I think about it.

    By Reddit user apropos_cluster
    I was in Minot, ND with my old band. Our tour van blew a head gasket and we were stuck there for a few days. Everyone was tired on day 2, but I was wide awake. I walk for a bit and make it to some scummy bar. I’m obviously not from around there, and nobody is saying a word to me. After 2 beers, I start to get a tad nauseous and dizzy. I put my head in my hand and try to let it pass, but it keeps getting worse. Suddenly, a voice says “you’ll feel pain tonight”. I jump and look up and a tall roughly 40 year old man is walking to the bathroom, turns back and glances at me. I called my friends and got the fuck out of there. I slept for 12-13 hours and felt awful/loopy the next day. I was roofied.

    By Reddit user TummySticksss
    I lived in a small college town and my apartment complex was walking distance from the bar/downtown area. One weekday night, I stepped out on our front porch to smoke a cigarette or two (I was up late studying). I brought my text book with me and sat down on the stairs while I smoked. A girl, who I had never met but who lived one apartment over but down on the ground floor, came home from downtown. She was by herself and you could tell from her walk she had been drinking. She got in her apartment and barely got the door closed before some guy, who came out of nowhere, knocked on her door. She opened and I noticed he introduced himself, which was weird because it was after 2:30 am, who comes to a strange girl’s apartment at that time? So I decide to stay outside and pay attention. They ended up talking for over ten minutes, she later acknowledged how weird the situation was but did not know how to end the conversation. He would do the creepiest things, like he reached up and stroked her hair at least three times, and would try and slowly inch his way closer to her and the door. I made a point of being loud with my textbook so he would know I was there and he disappeared as eerily as he had come. We called the cops, and days later they had the girl and me sit with a sketch artist. As soon as the sketch was made public, floods of calls came in. Guy turned out to be a serial rapist who followed lone girls home from bars and pretended to be a cab offering them a ride. This girl just got lucky because she lived so close to the bars, he didn’t get a chance to pull the cab routine.

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Teen Wolf x Reader x Supernatural part 3

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(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
(N/N) = Nick Name


Stiles couldn’t believe his luck. So far yesterday was absolutely freaking fantastic! Beacon High had gotten a new student - a gorgeous new student - and she and him hung out a good amount of yesterday! AND they were going to hang out more today! Plus the pack meeting was pointless since he showed up, was informed something they could have texted, then left.

For once he was actually excited for school, his dad was shocked to see him happily up and dressed by the time he usually barged in and threatened Stiles awake. Yeah, he was that happy. Which was weird. His life went from tv show drama cliché to romance movie cliché. He loved it.

“Woah Stiles,” He looked up, seeing Lydia and Allison walk into the almost empty classroom, he was that early, “I didn’t think you knew how to be on time or early even.”

He rolled his eyes, “I knew, I just never had reason to.”

Lydia just hummed a bit, sitting in her seat with Allison, both turning to discuss the latest whatever about whoever doing whatever with whoever. That’s all he ever understood. Girls were an off specimen.

“Someone looks like they could have used at least ten more hours of sleep.” He looked up, meeting (E/C) eyes, smiling at the sarcastic smirk on (Y/N)’s face. “Is my assumption correct?”

“We’re in high school, (N/N), am I supposed to look bright eyed and bushy tailed?”

She shrugged. “Depends. Ms. Classy over here seems like she’d wake up four hours before anyone else to make sure every hair was where it’s supposed to be.” She nodded at Lydia, and Stiles snorted.

“Knowing her that’s probably true.” She sat down, pulling out her English binder, and he took notice of a few pictures of her and her brothers and some other people. “Who are they? Any secret boyfriends?” Don’t come off as creepy just come off as curious Stilinski. Don’t scare the pretty girl who likes DC away.

She huffed a laugh, a sideways smirk as she pushed her binder closer pointing to the two he saw yesterday. “These two are my older brothers - well, adopted brothers. Sam and Dean.” Why did those names sound vaguely familiar? “This was my old foster family, Collin and Karen, and their son Josh. He had the biggest crush on me when I lived with them,” She held up her left hand, pointing to the ring on her index finger, “Convinced we were going to get married. The old guy in the plaid in my Uncle Bobby, adopted but still.” She smiled, though he could tell she was somewhat embarrassed. “I - uh, sorry, I don’t know why I bored you with that.” She shook her head.

He laughed a bit. “It’s fine. If I had a nickel for everytime I rambled to people I just met or hardly knew…well it’d equal the amount of nickels I would have from the times I rambled to people I did know and I’m positive I’d be a trillionare.” He saw more people file in, Scott one of them, looking confused before his gaze came to rest on Stiles and (Y/N). Stiles wasn’t sure but he could have sworn Scott’s eyes flashed gold, glaring at (Y/N).

“So when I come over today,” His head snapped back to said (H/C) girl, who hadn’t noticed the teen wolf glaring at her as he came to his regular seat, whispering something to Lydia and Allison, “My brothers are dropping me off. I tried easing it making it known you were the sheriff’s kid and - ”

“Why was that important?”

“If they knew you were related to the local law enforcement they would assume you were a good kid. That did not go as planned.” He snorted, she really had no idea.

“How’d you know he was related to the sheriff? Last I heard parents jobs isn’t a fun conversation starter.” Lydia butt in, and both his and (Y/N)’s eyes turned towards the strawberry blonde, Scott and Allison both watching.

“Stiles Stilinski? Sheriff Stilinski? It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.” You replied, sending her a forced smile, there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way.

“Yeah our last name is pretty uncommon.” Stiles laughed behind you, and sending a quick, barely done eye squint glare at Lydia you turned back to the button nosed teen, unknowingly flashing your eyes a bright purple, which the three saw, sitting straight up, the two girls looking at Scott for answers. But said teen shook his head, mouth parted slightly as he stared at the (H/C)’s back.

“Hey Stiles,” Scott said, quite loudly as a few people in front turned to them, but Scott ignored them, interrupting Stiles before he managed to say anything to (Y/N). He didn’t trust her at first, but seeing her last night and this added to his concern.

Stiles sent Scott a confused look, and (Y/N) just looked between the two, face a mix between confusion, curiosity and amusement. “Um, we still on for the uh, movie marathon tonight?”

Scott could feel Allison send him an amused look but he did nothing about it, he didn’t want Stiles alone with a…whatever (Y/N) was. Stiles’ eyebrows came down in confusion, “We had a movie marathon tonight?”

“Yeah dude, uh we planned it a bit ago. After one of Allison’s and I’s dates um, bro time you know?” He was praying to all that was holy that Stiles bought it. Whoever was up there apparently took pity on the teen because Stiles’ face went from one of confusion to recognition and worry.

“Oh man, right, right.” He looked at (Y/N) who smiled at him.

“If you guys had a bronight planned we can always reschedule Sti.” Scott scowled, only Stiles’ closest friends should be able to give him nicknames. “I don’t break up bromances.”

Stiles nodded, then pondered. His face lit up and he inwardly groaned. He knew that face. He hated that face. That was his, “I have an idea”, face.

“Why don’t both of you guys come over? Allison and Lyds too. We could have a movie marathon! Pack night!” All four teens realized what Stiles said as soon as the words left his lips, “I uh - ”

“Pack night?” You felt your eyebrows come together in confusion, “Uh?”

Scott let out a laugh, which was so painfully fake, but you pitied them, turning to look at the teen with the crooked jaw. “It’s uh, see, we - ”

“It’s an inside joke,” His girlfriend, Allison you think, butt in, sending you a smile. “It’s stupid but it’s a joke. I still don’t fully get it.”

You nodded and smiled, noting to call Sam or Dean during class break. “That’s cute. Pack night.” Stiles let out a nervous chuckle, and you turned back to him, as Scott, Lydia and Allison all shared panicked looks.

Derek was going to kill them. Scott, being most worried, flinched heavily when the bell indicating the start of first period rang.


The ringing of the call going through was starting to get really annoying. You had five minutes between each class, and you were lucky your next class was so close to English. Finally you heard the phone stop ringing as someone answered.


You made a confused face. “Cas? Hey, why do you have Dean’s phone?”

“Dean is currently cleansing himself and Sam has run out to fetch fuel for both you all and the car.”

You paused. “So Dean’s in the shower and Sam went out to get food and fill Baby. Okay. Anyways, since you’ve been hanging with us for a while - ” You started digging through your bag, pausing when Cas took things by meaning again, chuckling a bit at his awkward yet somehow adorable demeanor.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘hanging’,” You could almost see the hang quotes, making you smile a bit, “More as you and the Winchesters have a tendency to almost die every hunt and it is necessary I am there to heal you all.”

You chucked. “Call it what you will Cas but I consider you family and a friend.” You glanced up at a group of teen girls walking by, almost glaring at the strong scent od perfume and high pitch giggles they were emitting, “Anyways, back to my question,” You glanced around, making sure anyone who was in hearing distance wasn’t in Stiles’ friend group, “What creatures would move in groups they’d call packs?”

Cas didn’t answer and you could just picture the stone look on his face as he thought. “I know the animals who tend to move in packs would be such as wolves, and other predatory animals. Most creatures you hunt, though, work alone.” He paused, “(Y/N) is something wrong with the school you are currently attending?”

You laughed breathily, hiding behind a wall of lockers from a teacher’s view. “I hope not. Uh, some people I know invited me to hang out. One called it ‘pack night’,” You checked how much time you had left. A minutes. You paused, “Cas, werewolves don’t move in packs do they?”

“The ones Dean has told me about, not that I know of. But I do recall those were feral ones. Ones who aren’t as in touch with their savage side may work together in packs, to calm both wolf and human parts of them.” You heard someone behind Cas, and knew Dean had probably gotten out of the shower but didn’t expect Cas to be there, due to the high pitch scream you heard.

“Alright, don’t tell Dean about this. Tell him I just needed to let him know I was going straight to my friend’s house, and others would be joining us. Bye Cas.” You pressed end, making sure Dean didn’t get the phone first. Sighing you leaned against the cool lockers, hearing the shrill bell go off as others scurried out of the hall, rushing to their next class.

Werewolves. Stiles and his friends…are werewolves.



Next Part : Part Four

Musketeers 2x10 (Spoilers)

Okay, I am going to do yet another rant because this show’s previous episode was so suspenseful and intense and its finale was nearly perfect in every way.  I only started watching The Musketeers this summer (because the BBC played previews so much during their promotion of Doctor Who’s season eight premiere ).  But in such a short span of time, the show has got me hooked line and sinker and now ties with Doctor Who as my favorite current tv show.  So now, here is the break down of the Season 2 finale of this beautiful, wonderful show:

-Omfg, I was so freaking nervous about Constance and holy shit, what an incredible rescue.  Athos, D’artagnan, and Treville are bosses.  Once again, Constance has shown she is equally if not more tough than the Musketeers by refusing the blind fold before the almost execution. Props for Treville for handing Rochefort’s ass to him and showing that loyalty is far stronger than any manipulation.

-Ah, Porthos and the Spanish ambassador.  That was a western style shoot out  and it was brilliant.  He’s got some serious balls for taking out like ten guards on his own and a great strategy with having guns in specific places on the forest ground.  And lets not forget Constance with her zinger line to the Spanish ambassador: “Perhaps, I bring men to fight for me.”That’s another great thing about The Musketeers is that it says fuck you to sexism.  I mean because Treville is such a dad, he at first shoots Constance down when she days she wants to come with, but not one objects after she says that Rochefort is her enemy too (Lemay was her medical bro).  D’artagnan treats her more as an equal in this episode and only tells her to be careful.  God, the four of them were so awesome together.

-Milady-master of sass: “God works in mysterious ways” when saving Aramis.  It was also very much of a “surprise bitch, thought you’d seen the last of me” moment that made me laugh.  While showing that Milady is a bamf (but we already knew that), the scene also intrigued me.  It shows the contradictions Aramis is made of.  On one hand he is the Don Juan, a great soldier and not bad with charming the ladies.  On another hand, he has a deep respect for God and has a strong sense of what is right and what is wrong (which he may not always act on, but what can we expect, he’s human).  We can see the look/mask of Milady fade when Aramis just punches out the guard (He says she doesn’t have to kill him) and says that she values life too lightly.  The thief, the manipulator, and the chameleon will always be a part of her, but that doesn’t erase the desperate girl (when she was a common street thief) and the desperate woman (the genuine feelings for Athos and her attempt to clean herself up through her marriage) thats also inside.   

-I don’t think BBC ruined Milady’s character by having the scene between her and Athos saying that they are bound together (a fear that some fans have).  It showed a lot of vulnerability on on both their parts.  It in no way, dumbed down their story line.  In fact, it made it much more complicated because she gave Athos an ultimatum.  Deep down she knows Athos will choose the musketeers because its his duty, but she still hopes to have the life with Athos that they were robbed of.  She doesn’t outwardly say she loves him and neither does he.  I had major feels when Athos in his own way said he loved her by saying “It rains a lot in England…”  My Milathos feels, you guys…

-The scenes with Louis and Rochefort were like WTF, but at the same time, gave me more perspective on Louis’ character.  He is so alone in the world (father was murdered, his trusted advisor is dead, he’s been kidnapped (ok that one was more his fault), and he had a psycho play russian roulette with his wife and child).  I understand his feelings of paranoia and since he’s super weak minded, it makes sense he’d latch on to Rochefort.  Louis desperately wants to save his wife because she is the only companion he has had.  Multiple times, he pretty much tells Rochefort to shut the fuck up, because having to execute his wife and give up his son is in no way just a matter of state.  I still don’t excuse him though for giving in and signing Anne’s death warrant.  And OMFG, after the emo-king phase, is he really ready to declare a war with Spain like a day later…Jesus, his character is so flippant.

-The trial scene  for the most part went the way I expected (good for you, Aramis for calling Rochefort out), and, therefore, I was more interested in watching Magritte.  I like the subtleness they put with her character to show how much her guilt is destroying her from the inside out.  She looks so worn out with dark circles around her eyes and the dark gowns.  Her face looks pale and angular.  I know some of you were like she got what she deserved when she killed herself, but I always to a degree felt sorry for her.  She was at the mercy of Rochefort (you have to really understand the time period to understand how much reputation and position meant economically for not only a singular woman/girl, but also for her family). In the end, she is laughed at for having confessed for sleeping with Aramis, which was the thing she was trying desperately to both hide (her reputation) and forget (her broken heart).  Rochefort completely threw her under the bus by doing this and therefore, like Lemay, I’d count her as another victim of Rochefort’s cruelty and ruthlessness. 

-My boys and Constance storming the palace gave me the “hell yeah” feeling and was the centerpiece of the episode.  And Treville was there with them, which gave him an opportunity to dad (he can never not do this) and reclaim his honor (not that it was actually gone, but you know, Louis ruined him).  Man, and the scene leading up to it, showed a huge character growth in Queen Anne, especially with another verbal bitch slap (”know that I did not think a day about you” when Rochefort was being the creepy dude he is).Anne was every bit a queen when she knew/saw what Rochefort intended to do with the chain.  There was no fear in her eyes, just utter bravery (something her husband should really get).  There’s so much coldness when Rochefort looks up at her after being stabbed and she looks back, unemotionally, and does not move an inch.  She’s no longer so naive nor merciful to others who dare threaten her.

-Rochefort, the douche/fuckboy he is, is one tough fuck.  I mean he gets shot in the arm by Constance, stabbed in the back by Aramis, and he’s still able to fight?  And he just pulls the sword out of his back and tries to fight D’artagnan, Athos, and Porthos. As evil as he’s been the whole series, the comparison i made to Rochefort’s last moments was that of a trapped animal.  He knows that Anne despises him, the Spanish ambassador spilled everything, and that Aramis can no longer be executed.  He’s been tortured physically for five years (also lets you know how sadistic the Spanish ambassado is) and now the only thing left to do is not surrender/face execution to gain half an ounce or redemption, but to claw and snarl back.

-On that note, I’ve got to say, I think everyone within the show, was shocked at D’artagnan straight up stabbing Rochefort through the heart.  I mean, I know earlier he said Rochefort is mine, but he had a certain coldness in his eyes and an element of ruthlessness (Rochefort was pretty much done for anyway).  And no, I’m not at at all sympathizing with Rochefort, it’s more on the grounds of the Musketeer’s code of honor.  I think it opens up the gate for a little more darkness for D’artagnan’s character.  Not that I want him to go the opposite direction from the way he already is (love my Musketeers the way they are), but it’s a definite step away from innocence.  Basically, it opens up for more character development for season 3.  

-The wedding was freaking adorable and one that D’artagnan and Constance deserved.  It was so sweet Athos walked her down the isle (he’s so much like Treville).  The only bad thing Treville has done the entire show was cock block Athos from getting to Milady on time by telling him he has to prepare for war.  There’s a sense of grief as he watches the wedding of his friend out of his own broken marriage and it is the trigger that pushes something inside him to say that he wants to fix it. His bros cover for him as he neglects Treville’s orders to go and catch her carriage.  Once again, Milady’s vulnerability is shown through the scenes in between.  She’s dressed in a flowy, blue gown, which was very good symbolism to show that she is bearing herself to Athos and is opening herself up to the feelings of guilt/despair but also hope.  The way she jumped out of the carriage when she heard that random horseman was so heartbreaking.  I wonder if she thinks that Athos doesn’t love her now…NOOOOOOOOOOOO, but we know he does.  So sad that he realizes he’s too late and he finds the singular blue glove. He’s heartbroken…Damn you BBC, she better be coming back.

-Whelp, Aramis learned the moral of the story and that is to control his dick.  But in all seriousness, I think his commitment to live a monastic life shows more about his character and that he truly is trying to fix who is as a person.  He cannot bring the Cardinal’s mistress or Magritte back to life nor can he take back how much fucking danger he put Anne in.  He realizes that and him staying away and living a different life is part of the long road of redemption.  As Porthos said, “That boy is the king’s son.”  I mean, I was heartbroken when he said he was leaving, because he’s my favorite (okay, it’s actually always been a tie between him and Athos because I can relate a lot to Athos and he’s basically the Obi-Wan of the show).  And I didn’t want some random newbie showing up to take his place.  Really glad that it ended with Athos, Porthos, and D’artagnan riding off (of course with dad Treville’s permission) to tell Aramis about the war with Spain and how they’re going to need him.  Most likely, he’ll be back in the game and the perfect team will be united again.

Miscellaneous notes:

-The world of The Musketeers just got ten times bigger with the on coming war with Spain. 

-I’m really hoping Milady will return and part of me thinks she will.  She’s going to England, which leads me to my theory of the season 3 villain.  I think it’s going to be the Duke of Buckingham (the righthand of the king of England).  Pretty sure the book had France and England as allies against the Spanish, if I remember correctly.  Somehow, I think she will be linked to him and it will be a way for her to reunite with Athos.

-Fan girl me says nope Aramis, nope, you’re not leaving your bros and me to go pray. Nope. 

-Really glad Treville is guiding Louis.  Not really happy it’s through war (and neither is Treville), but at least there won’t be another Rochefort running the show.

-Louis is freaking moody and needs to grow up.

-Athos needs to be happy one day and BBC needs to compensate him for his Someone-just-kicked-a-puppy look when he picks up Milady’s glove. 

-The cinematography for this episode was beautiful (when Aramis is walking off on his own with the autumn leaves falling and the other three riding off to go get Aramis).  It was also so well used (the blue of Milady’s dress as well as the emphasis of her left-behind glove in Athos’ hand).

-Louis: “It’s like I’ve woken up from a nightmare.”  Everyone’s like no fucking shit and thinking so have we, so have we…

-Hoping Annamis doesn’t go away.  Their relationship is very domestic, whereas Athos/Milady’s is complex and disfunctional and D’artagnan/Constance is passion/young love.  I like all the ships on the show.

-Constance is awesome and I hope she has no less screen time in season 3 than she had in this season.

-The ladies of the show had all the best lines.  Preach it, ladies…  

There’s No Place Like Home! 

Request - May I ask Dean x reader when they got on the French mistake and Dean got jealous when he see how many male fans she got, so he take her and says that only he can look at her like that. And then he kisses her in front of them. All worlds love to you ;)

Warnings - Smut! Swearing! 

Hope you like it Anon

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“Where’s Bobby?” Sam asked looking around the room as he walked in from…well from wherever he had been. You were lost in your book and weren’t really paying much attention.

“Supply run” you say glancing up from your book.

“In this?” He says signalling to the window

He was right, the weather was terrible. Rain pouring so hard and fast, you a storm was flashing in the distance, you wouldn’t even be able to see your hand in front of your face out there. But that didn’t stop Bobby. 

“Yeah, man’s a hero. We were officially out of hunter’s helper” Dean pipes up gesturing to his empty liquor bottle. You roll your eyes at him before looking back down at your book. You swear that man lives on pie, sex and booze. 

You weren’t jealous…at least that’s what you’d keep telling yourself. The best thing about being at Bobby’s meant Dean sure as hell wasn’t bring a girl back here. You lost count of how many times you’d been kicked from your nice quiet single room, to go and share with Sam. All so Dean could screw whatever bimbo he’d brought back.

A flutter of feathers brought you out of your thoughts when suddenly Balthazar had popped up in front you. 

“Hello, boys…..and girl” he adds smiling at you “you’ve seen “the Godfather,” right?“ You frown, wondering what the hell he was going on about.

“Balthazar…” you say wondering why he looked so frantic, as you see his eyes darting around. 

“You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?” His accent more pronounced as he searches and finds a container of salt and pours it into a bowl on Bobby’s desk

“Hey!” Dean shouts, but is ignored

“You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?” He looks as though he’s speaking directly to you like he usually did, which was annoying the oldest Winchester.

“I said "hey.”“ Dean tries again, causing the angel to sigh, turning to him. 

"You did. Twice. Good for you!” He says patting Dean shoulders patronisingly, before he begins rifling through Bobby’s fridge 

“Blood of lamb?…Blood of lamb..?…Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!” He exclaimed rushing back to the desk, tipping it in the bowl

“Why are you talking about "the Godfather”?“ Sam finally spoke

"Because we’re in it – right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone – The archangel Raphael.” Balthazar answered cryptically

“You mind telling us what you mean?” Dean demands getting even more frustrated by the second

Balthazar once gain ignored him as he began looking through and emptying Bobby’s desk draw,

“No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.” He lets out a sigh of relief “Yes! Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." 

"Wait, Raphael is after you?” You ask as he grinds the bone into the bowl

“Raphael is after us all. You see, he’s consolidated his strength. And now he’s on the move." 

"And where’s Cas?” Sam asked 

“Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas, Including all of you. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open.” He explains to you, once again ignoring the brothers.  You think he does it to annoy the.

“And you expect us to just believe you?” Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel

“Oh, don’t. You’ll go where I throw you either way.” He said mixing things in the bowl, before drawing a sigil on the window

“What?”, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You and Dean as at the same time

A flash of lightening fills the room

“That’s all the time we have, gentlemen and lovely lady.” Balthazar opens his jacket revealing a bloodstain on his side 

“Where is it?” He says to himself rifling through his jacket. 

“Balthazar!  What happened?”  You rush forward,

“Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I’m flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that’s all right.” He reaches his hand towards Sam handing him Keys 

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked looking at the keys

“Run with it.” He replies as he’s thrown across the room as a other figure appears. 

“Virgil….” he says looking up at the figure, before turning back to the three of you adding 

“I said, run!” As hr pushes you all through the window he marked.

You all crash through the window, landing an a padded mat.

“Cut!” You hear someone shout behind you. 

“Real good solid fall. Way to go.” Some guy said patting Dean on the ass

“Guys! Outstanding! That was just great.” You hear an old guy sitting in a chair say as they all begin to talk amongst themselves

You look around confused,  where the hell had Balthazar sent you?

“So…No angels?” Sam asks completely on guard ready to attack

“No angels, I think.” Dean answers looking as unhappy as you.

“Should we be killing anybody?” He asks looking at you

“I don’t think so” you whisper back looking around you. All you see are people in headphones, what look like cameras and lights

“Running?” He tries again

“Where?” Dean replies, you shrug still trying to workout what was going on.

Sam picked up a piece of glass, it wobbles back and forth in his hand,  clearly made of some kind of gel. 

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whisper harshly

Before Sam and Dean can respond you’re interrupted by someone shouting again

“Ok guys that’s a wrap!” People applaud around you. Before people start pulling the three of your apart. 

You’re pulled into a chair in front of a mirror. 

“Be right back Y/a/n (your actress name)” she says before walking off

“Y/a/n?” You look around seeing a magazine with a photo of you, Sam and Dean on the front, with the title ‘Supernatural’. You flick through the magazine, reading quickly as you go. 

So they think you’re an actress….This Y/a/n….Sam is this Jared and Dean is Jensen.  Ok j and j that’s pretty easy to remember. Flicking another page you see a photo of Cas, well no not Cas - Misha Collins.

“Really, Misha?” You say to yourself. 

You see Sam and Dean behind you in the mirror. You jump from your chair and jog towards them.

“Dude, they put freakin’ makeup on us! Those bastards!” Dean growls angrily,  you roll your eyes as you approach them.

“Yes, that the problem here” you snicker as you reach them. Dean gives you the bitch face

“Look, I think I know what this is.” Sam interrupts

“Ok, What?” Dean demand

“It’s a tv show. I mean, here, wherever "here” is, this twilight zone Balthazar zapped us into. For whatever reason, our life is a tv show.“ Sam explains to his brother

"He’s right” you agree “I saw it in a magazine over there”

“Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?” You shrug, you had no clue. It wasn’t like your lives were entertaining. 

“Well, I mean, according to that interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I’m not saying it makes sense. I’m just saying, we landed in some dimension where you’re Jensen Ackles, she’s Y/a/n (actress full name) and I’m something called a Jared Padalecki.”

“So what, now you’re polish? Is any of this making any sense to you?” Dean asks you to which you shake your head

You all head outside Dean sees the impala and drifts towards it. You hear your fake name being yelled from the distance.  Leaving Dean and Sam to look at the car,  you walk towards the sound.  You see a group of guys and  a few girls, screaming for you. 

You stand frozen in shock. 

“What the hell?“ You mumble looking at the crowed

"Not signing today Y/a/n?” A random member of the…crew? Asks as he walks past

Singing?  So you normally sign autographs huh?

*I have no idea what this persons signature is like!* 

You walk over to the yelling crowd, you hold your wrist as if it was injured

“Hey guys” you say as cheerily as you can,

“Umm I won’t be able to sign today…I fell hard on my wrist filming….a…stunt. so sorry” you apologise to a wave of “awws" 

You hear Sam and Dean behind you. You turn and see them talking to the fake Cas. You catch up with them. To see Dean narrowing his eyes at you. 

"What?” You ask looking at him frowning.

“Who are they?” He nodded toward the guys still at the gates. 

“Apparently fans, my fans…They have "I love Y/a/n t-shirts and stuff on. It’s a little creepy” you say looking over at them, the shout your fake name as you do.

“They keep….looking at you” he growls, glaring towards the gate. He grabs your hand leading you away for the gawking men. Not letting your hand go until you reach Sam.  Who raises his eye brow at you both.

Dean’s face tells him to let it go.

You all walk around for a while looking around for any signs of anything that can help. 

“Hey. "J. Ackles.”“ Sam pointed out spotting the name on a trailer, the very large trailer. 

"That’s fake me! This must be fake mine.” Dean stated obvious as he ran to the door, you and Sam roll your eye as you follow him

“Dude, I have a helicopter!” Dean said picking up the remote control. You take the remote away making him pout. 

“All right, here we go. Let’s see who this guy is.” Sam opened the laptop he found on the table, typing away as you and Dean look around.

“Come on. Look at these male-modelin’ sons of bitches. Nice "blue steel” Sam.“ You smirk as he held up the magazine, glad that you weren’t on that particular cover.

Sam ignores his brother as he continues searching

"All right, Um…It says you’re from Texas. And, uh…Oh. It says you were on a soap opera.” You snort at the latter part 

“This we gotta see!” You say to Sam who start looking for a clip

“What?!” Dean jumps towards to laptop, you right on his heals to see as Sam plays the clip after a few seconds Dean slams the laptop shut. You bite your lip to hold in the laughter. 

“Don’t like this universe, Sammy. We need to get out of this universe.” He chants as he paced the floor. 

“Yeah. No argument here. But I don’t think our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas." 

"Well they sure as hell aren’t reaching ‘Misha’ ” you add dropping down into a chair

“Well, I agree. I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But…” Dean stops, you can almost see the clocks turning in his head.

“What?” Sam urges him to continue

“If we can reverse Balthazar’s spell… I watched every move.” Dean sketches out the sigil in a nearby note pad

“We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and…" 

"There’s no place like home.” You finish. You all nod in agreement and leave the trailer. 

You rush back to the area you were Balthazar threw into this dimension. Sam began searching for the items the angel used back in the real world. 

“Backbone of a lesser saint. Got it!” Sam pokes at the bone and realizes it’s fake.  

“It’s rubber!” He throws it down in frustration. You watch it bounce off the table. 

“Check this out” Dean held up a prop dagger and bends the blade back and forwards. 

“It’s fake. It’s all fake!” You say taking the fake dagger from Dean and throwing it across the room. 

“What now?” You ask the brothers, standing with your hands on your hips. 

The crew member from earlier approached you.

“Hey Y/a/n, make sure you get Clif to take you home tonight. Your fans still haven’t left” you cock an eyebrow.  You feel Dean tense beside you.

After attempting to leave in the impala and almost giving a poor young guy a heart attack for trying to take the prop. You eventually find Clif after asking a few different people. You find Clif leaning against a car waiting for you all.

“Your fan boys stuck around late tonight Y/a/n, you get anymore marriage proposals?” The man next to you laughs,  you laugh along with him but feel incredibly disturbed as you glance back at the boys.

You see Dean clench his jaw as he looked at you.  He seemed more upset by it than you did. 

You hear the boys hushed tones in the back, but are unable to make out what they are saying. 

You tell Clif to drop you all at ‘Jared’s’ so you could all 'run lines’, he looks oddly at you

“well at least you’re all talking” he mutters to himself as he turns off and heads for fake Sam’s house.

“Dude you live here?” You ask gawking up at the mansion before you as the car drives away,  this was literally a mansion. Sam pushes open the door and your jaw drops. 

“Y/n’s right. Nice modest digs, Jay-z…” you walk around the room as Dean teases Sam about a tanning bed. Then Dean spots a liquor cabinet 

“Oh, now we’re talking. He said walking towards it when a sight out of the French doors caught his eye. 

"Dude, you have a camel in your backyard.” You frown walking over to see.

“It’s an alpaca, dumbass.” You hear from behind you,  that voice still drives you crazy. You had to stop yourself rushing forward to hurt her,  remembering she isn’t actually Ruby.

“Ruby?” Dean asked, not believing his eyes. 

“"Ruby.” right. That one never gets old.“ She turns to Sam

"How was work today, hon?” Reaching up to kiss him.

After the shock of the situation wares off, and spotting a photo of 'Jared’ and fake Ruby on the mantle. Things made a little more sense. 

You don’t get much of what she’s saying as you have your hands clenched at your side to keep from attacking her. She smiles at you as she waves goodbye and  you throw a sickly sweet smile back.

After fake Ruby left for her…dinner party was it? The boys started scouring the Internet for the items need to get home.  You picked up a IPad you found and started searching. You typed in your fake name and looked through the imagines. 

Your jaw hit the floor,  fake you had modelled for playboy…no wonder those guys hang around set. The pictures ranged from underwear shots to some that left nothing to the imagination.  You closed the window,  throwing down the iPad and stood up.

You found a bathroom and freshened up a little. The  looked around generally being nosy. You heard the from door open and fake Ruby walk in and saw Sam meet her.  They spoke for a minute before she takes him up the stairs. You shook your head at the youngest brother, laughing to yourself. 

After watching Sam was dragged upstairs by his 'wife’ You giggled to yourself as you walked back to where Dean had jumped on the sofa. 

“I think your brother’s gonna get laid” You chuckle as you walk over to him

“That’s my boy!” He replied smiling making you roll your eyes at him. 

“So, you have a lot of attention here…” he didn’t continue but you knew it was implied for you to tell him how you felt,

“Yeah and while you and Sammy were on a spending spree, I found out why….” Dean frowns at you sitting up slightly as you sit on the solid wood coffee table in from of him

“Fake me, models….underwear and stuff, but she’s also appeared in playboy…apparently and from what I can gather the photos are pretty graphic.” You see Dean’s eyes look over at the laptop, his tongue darting out over his lips. 

“Don’t even think about it….” you warn, knowing what he was thinking. You sure as hell didn’t want him seeing those photos

“So that probably why those guys are always there, I didn’t like it” you say looking up at him

“I didn’t like it either” he says honestly, you narrowed your eyes at him,  waiting for some sort of punch line, but you don’t get one. 

“Seeing them looking at you like that,  like they wanted you….” he clenched his jaw, then mumbled “only I’m allowed to look at you like that”

His eyes drop to your lips, as your breath hitches at his statement. 

“Dean Winchester, are you jealous?” You tease , lightly

He grabs you from the table pulling you to him on the sofa, so you’re straddling him. Your hands land on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping against your hand. 

 "Damn straight” he growls before bringing your lips to his. It was a rough hard kiss, the kind that makes you glad you’re sitting down as your legs would probably give out.

He pulls your hips down hard against his making you gasp at the friction, he takes advantage pushing his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss.

He shoves his hands up the back of your shirt, his rough calloused hands on your smooth skin driving your wild.  

You both pull apart, your foreheads resting together, panting heavily.  You feel his hand drop to your rear, squeezing lightly,  before pulling on your hips again grinding you against his hardness again. You both moan deeply. 

“Dean, wait….” you whisper “we can’t…" 

He frowns at you “you don’t feel the same, it’s fine” he goes to push you away, but you clamp your arms around his neck and kiss him into silence. 

“Dean shut up”  you chuckle “I meant we can’t do this here, we’re in fake Sam’s house, on a soft….” did he honestly think you didn’t feel the same way?

His face lit up, before a wicked smile took it’s place. He reached up and dropped his lips to your neck. Nibbling the tender flesh. 

“Dean….” you try to reason again, but the protests died on your lips replaced by “Oh fuck”

He smiles into your neck. 

“Dean, Sam could come down at any second….” he nips your neck

“Then I guess we should hurry up”

He flips you on your back so you’re lying on the sofa kissing you deeply. He runs his hand up your side, under your top, lightly squeezing your breast making you moan into his mouth. He grinds his hips into yours. 

“Dean please” you beg clawing at his back. He sits back   after placing one final kiss on your lips, he pops the button on your jeans before pulling them off a long with your panties.

He lowers his head to between your legs, he runs his tongue up your slit. You let out a loud moan which causes Dean to stop and pull back. You whimper at the loss of his lips against your dripping centre. 

“If you don’t be quiet, I’ll stop” you pout down at him, making him smirk 

“When we get home you can make all the noise you want baby, but we don’t want Sammy rushing in here” he leans back down and licks lightly over your clit

“So hush” he winks before diving back in. Thrusting his tongue deep inside you, tasting you. You bite on your fist to try and keep quiet.

He moved back up sucking your clit between his lips, moaning low in the back of his throat sending a deep vibration flying through you, causing your back to arch off the sofa. 

Dean slipped a finger into you, making the 'cone hither’ motion, teasing the tiny bundle of nerves.  You slam your hand firmly over your mouth, thrusting the other into Dean’s hair pulling on it as you fly over the edge. Your whole body shaking in ecstasy. 

You hand still in his hair you pull upward, making him climb up your body. You crash his lips to yours. You groan as you taste yourself on his tongue. 

He pulls back once more,  pulling off his own jeans, along with his shirt. You whimper when you see his hard length, wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth but Dean stops you,  remaining you where you were. 

“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of chance when we get back” You raise your eyebrow at him

“Planning on repeating tonight are you?” You tease again, making his eyes darken. 

“Let’s get one thing clear Miss Y/l/n, you are mine now.” He growls as he pulls you onto his lap. You gasp at his dominance.  

He shoves your top over your head, squeezing your lace covered breasts firmly. He kisses the between the valley between your breasts before pulling your face to his, biting your lip before he thrusts into you hard. You covers your mouth with his hand to stop you from screaming. 

When you calm, he pulls his hand away, you kiss him hard,  diving your hands into him hair. 

He guides your hips as he slide you along his hard length.  He groaned in your ear and it was the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and god you wanted to hear it again.

“Dean….oh fuck” you whisper in bliss as you ride him.

“Who’s making you feel like this baby?” You just moan I to his ear. He pulls you back looking at you, demanding an answer. 

“You, Dean. Just you” he grunts as he starts thrusting upward, into you meeting you thrust for thrust.  

He kisses down on your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin. Truly marking you as his, your eyes roll back at the thought. 

“Dean I’m so close” you pant, 

“Me too, fuck Y/n. Come for baby” Your reality falls apart as your orgasm takes hold. You clamp around Dean’s cock bringing him with you. You sink your teeth into his neck to keep yourself quiet, leaving your own mark as you do.

“Fuck Y/n!” He grunts as he came hard.

You both stare at each other panting deeply. He kisses you passionately. Murmuring 'mine’ against your lips. You nod kissing him again.

“As long as you know that goes both ways, Mr Winchester…I don’t share" 

"Sweetheart I’ve been yours since the second you started hunting with us and I saw you walking around in nothing but my t-shirt” he chuckled, you rolled your eyes but laughed. 

"And I haven’t been with anyone since” you look at him in shock. You smile down at him moving to kiss him once more but you don’t get the chance

You both snap your head towards the door, as you hear foot steps on the stairs. Swearing you pull away from each other, quickly get dressed and sit as calmly as you both can on the sofa just as Sam walks in.

Sam gave you both the bitch face as he passes. Apparently you both weren’t as quiet as you thought. You snort as you look at Dean, who pulls you over to him. You rest your head on his chest, you hear the brothers talking but you breath deeply inhaling his scent and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

You’re awoken by a sweet kiss on your lips. You open your eyes to see Dean beaming down at you. You were now lying fully on the sofa with his jacket over you as a blanket. 

“Time to go sweetheart, we need to go to the airport” you nod sitting up. You run to the bathroom, before meeting the boys in the car. You walk to the front passenger side door,  Dean winked at you from the window as you slip inside, smirk back at him butterflies filling your stomach.

“So I don’t mean to pry, but, uh, why are we picking up packages at 8:00 A.M. that haven’t cleared customs yet?” Clif asked as you waited for Sam at the airport. You were impressed he’d waited this long to ask

“Just saving time.” Dean replies as Sam re enters the car, boxes in hand. “All right, here we go.”

“We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?” Clif sounded worried

“Would it make you feel better if we said no?” Sam piped up from the back seat innocently

“No….” he replied, you patted him on the arm and said with a sympathetic smile

“Just go with it Clif” he look at you cautiously, but started the engine never the less and stated the journey back. 

As the car drove to the studio you see the group of fans from yesterday. You cringe

“Ugh not again…” as you slide down in your seat. 

Clif drives through them, a few banging on the window but most just shouting your fake name. You turn to see Dean glaring at them through the window. 

You exit the car to screams. Only to be approached by old guy from yesterday.

“Y/a/n! Thank god! Please sign for them or something, they are driving us crazy! The sound guy is picking them up as we shoot outside today. So please” random old guy asked you. You shake your head after what you’d seen on the Internet you weren’t going anywhere near them. 

“I know how to shut them up” Dean said from behind you. 

Old guy signalled for him to carry on. He walked up next to you grabbed your hand in his and pulled you with him. You frowned at him as he dragged you along. He waved to the crowed who waved back.

“Dean what are you doing?” You whisper

“Showing them who you belong to” he said turning to you. You’re eyebrows shot up as you realised what he was about to do. 

He cupped you face and kissed you tenderly at first before deepening the kiss. Pulling you flush against him. You lock your arms around his neck, as he drops his hands to your rear.

Everyone falls silent, the fans, the crew, everyone.  Sam not as shocked as everyone else after last night but still slightly shocked at Dean’s possessiveness. 

You both pull back only when breathing becomes an issue. Your foreheads rest together, you hear whispers around you but you ignore them. Your eyes glued to Dean.

He winks at you before kissing you gentle again and pulling you in the direction of where you landed yesterday, hoping that his plan to get you home works. Sam follows hot on your heals.

You can’t help but smile, as he smirks at you with any eyebrow raised. He was yours, and you were his.

Things were certainly going to be different now. But you were going to enjoy the ride

Worth It (a klance family reunion au)

(Idk what this is but I hope you like it??) ————————————

It’s Labor Day weekend, and the McClain family is having a huge family reunion. Lance is excited, but also lowkey horrified to have 145 (146 if you count Paulie, but nobody counts Paulie) of his family members crammed into his mom’s little house in the middle of nowhere. Parents, grandparents, grandkids, estranged aunts and uncles, wild cousins of all ages, and siblings all running around a rickety 21 year old house: Lance can already imagine the headache. As he travels back to his hometown, he can already hear the questions he’ll be getting: “So Lance, do you have a girlfriend yet?” or “ay, Lance I bet you’re popular with the ladies, eh buddy?” or “I know you’re waiting for a good [lance’s heritage] girl to be your girlfriend.” when he’s really, really not and he’s actually been more popular with the boys than girls lately but he’d die before he tells his family that.

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I Just Want to Tell the Whole World

[ This is because of this post: Screaming Foxes and @sterektrashbag

The one thing Derek Hale hates almost as much as, fire, bad memories associated with fire, certain Argent family members, Peeps, and Peter are surprises.

Surprises are people’s way of making up for the fact that they have no idea what you actually want for ‘enter holiday here’, and obviously don’t know enough about you to be called a friend, anyway. There are no exceptions to this rule. Surprise parties, surprise babies, surprise dates, surprise, you’re dating a murderer.

No, Derek made no exceptions. Surprises are not welcome in his life.

Then, Stiles shows up in his loft on Christmas eve, smiling brightly and already babbling about seeing his breath outside, and Santa hats are a must, and he’s baked something, Derek can smell it, and there’s this box in his arms, and he smells amazing—not just like cookies, but something better, something special and—

and Derek just screams.

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Hannibal Recap: Contorno

The episode opens with Will and Chiyo sitting in a dark train headed through  a dreary countryside toward Florence and whispering slowly to each other about Hannibal.

Honestly, I don’t understand why people complain about how dark this show is. I personally have rectified this problem by locking myself into a windowless vault and donning night vision goggles every Thursday night at 10. After making this adjustment, I can 100% see everything on the screen most of the time.

It’s easy, guys. Come on now.

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Favorite Details from [S] Collide.

1. The fucking music.

I want Homestuck to be remembered for how it marries music to visual. In that sense, Collide is a masterpiece. It’s a sort of three act epic. The opening, apparently “Creata” doesn’t get the credit it deserves for setting the huge stage. Almost every piece we’ve ever seen is at play here, and it all has to be quickly reintroduced to the tune of this song, and it’s so… it’s grand, but whimsical, playful, and gives us that sense of incoming awesome.

“Oppa Toby Style” is not just hilariously named (NEVER LET YOUR FRIENDS NAME SHIT FOR YOU, EVER). I’m a huge fan of Toby from his work in Undertale, some of my favorite music ever. But this is Toby when he’s not restrained by his instrumentals. While Undertale had a limited… instrumental palette, here Toby has free reign. Creepy dancy synth, crowds chanting, some of the most peppy and fun guitars, and that constant percussion pumping along to give way to the windy section then SMASHING back into the action.

It’s genuinely fucking great, it’s so perfect for the heat of battle, with drama and humor and the sense of frantic danger that is at the core of Collide.

“Eternity Served Cold” is that bridge that serves as a vitally needed breath of air without dropping the action. In any other flash, it would be the star track, but in Collide it’s just up against a lot of other incredible work.

Like “Heir of Grief,” which I will argue is the best song in Homestuck history. I heard “HoG” before seeing Collide and already thought it was a deeply moving piece. It’s such a slow, thoughtful score and the guitars bursting in like a revelation make me want to actually start crying. I believe now that I have the association of the imagery, it’s going to become my new “Battle With A True Hero” and make me tear up at the sound.

And, look. It’s the Strider-Lalonde theme song. You’ll never convince me otherwise. Moments of pure hesitancy smashing into triumphant motion, an sort of physical quality to it that moves like the family itself does.

And the twinkly noise as Jade tries to quell her beloved dogs will never unlink in my head.

That passage at about 15 minutes into the animation, the Dave segment as I mentally call it, is this last deep inhale before the final storm, and it’s just great.

“Heir of Grief” is dynamic and yet knows when to be restrained. It is in a way tired, as tired as I feel after consuming this comic for three weeks straight, and that final looping…. arpeggio thing, with the guitar, that keeps looping and looping and going because you have to finish it, you can’t take another breath until it’s finally done–


2. This Smug Bitch Over Here

It is really weird to see the creator of a story inside the big emotional frantic climax of the story and feel an intense emotion. But I did. I saw AH peeking out from behind his perch and I started fucking beaming.

I see you villain. I see you lurking there to witness your own creation kick it into the highest of gears. I hope you are as proud as I am, man, because you should be.

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[ electricity ]

{ one does not simply borrow peaches }

AU: Yakuza
Pairing: Kise x Reader (Platonic)
Genre: Fluff
Words: 2001 words
A/N: Kise is a gigantic nerd and you can’t tell me otherwise.

“Shut up, the boss is here.” One of the men called out. Everyone instantly rushed to their positions, standing guard by the door and leaving whatever was left of their card game behind. Because if their boss got pissed, shit got real. They stood, waiting for however long it took for the man to walk in.

Kise Ryouta stepped through the gates. Eyes gleamed a dangerous gold. A frown upon his lips. Everyone quietly gulped. If Kise Ryouta had that expression, nothing could fix this situation so they merely readied themselves for—

“___-CHI!” The odd voice rang out. To some of the senior men, it wasn’t anything new. But to the juniors, it was as if a ferocious German shepherd had just transformed into a fluffy pomeranian. He tackled you to the ground as you let out a growl and shoved him off of you. He kneeled in front of you, eyes sparkling bright and a huge smile plastered on his face. He shifted around in his position, obviously antsy to hug you again.

You sighed. You really couldn’t say no to him. “Welcome back, Kise.” He grinned and threw his arms loosely around you once more, before tossing you over his shoulder. “PUT ME DOWN!” Oh my God. He did this way too often that most of the household members had gotten used to it. Except for you. You beat on his back, forcing him to place you back on your feet, but your efforts were futile as Kise just hummed as he brought you to the dining room.

“Feed me, ___-chi. I’m hungry.” He sat down on his usual seat, mouth open and ready.

Rolling your eyes, you shoved a gigantic baguette in his mouth. “Feed yourself.”

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