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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

What’s going on in Brazil? #10

So, this is gonna be me trying to put A LOT of stuff into very few words. Written at 26/05/2017.

Alright. You know how the whole world is kinda feeling like its situation can’t possibly get any more scandalous at this point? it’s what we felt about two weeks ago, too. I mean, between our ex-president being on a crusade against the justice system and the media and all the unpopular measures taken by our politicians lately, including reforming the labor laws and social security to make them shittier, and a new small corruption scandal every week, y’know, you figure it can’t get much worse than that. 

And then it happened. It was a beautiful Wednesday (or was it Thursday?) night. All was its usual mess. And then a businessman came forward like, “ops I recorded the president negotiating to bribe someone who’s in jail to keep quiet and the other presidential candidate negotiating on how to get his usual 2 million in bribes discreetly lol did I mention he might have mentioned the possibility of killing someone?” BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM. 

If you screamed right now, imagine how much we did. There were so many memes. So many. The jokes, the glorious jokes. I hadn’t have that much political fun in ages. But you’re probably still confused (we are, too), so imma explain it a little better.

Businessman Joesley, owner of the biggest meat company in the world, was caught in corruption schemes. Who wasn’t, right? so, like it happens in Brazil, he started negotiating his sentence by giving other people away. And he sure as fuck named a lot of people, like anyone else, but this guy did something that other people hadn’t yet: he recorded it. You’d think more people would’ve been this smart just in case, I guess, but so far, nah. And obviously the most polemic recording is of a conversation our now President Michel Temer had with him, negotiating bribes to Eduardo Cunha. If you’ve read my older posts, you’ll know his name. He’s the main dude behind Dilma Rousseff’s impeachment (if you have no idea of absolutely nothing i’ve just said, dude, go back to the other posts, this is quite saga already). Did I mention he’s in jail??? yeah. Arrested for money laundering sometime ago or something (one cannot remember all the scandals in brazil for more than 2 months since there ARE SO MANY NEW ONES ALL THE TIME). Still, he did swear he’d bring two presidents down, and now it seems the time has come, one way or another (we’re so dramatic, omg, this is gonna make for excellent movies someday, we’re already out-houseofcarding house of cards).

BACK TO IT. So. The president is on tape negotiating quite a crime. In most countries that’d lead to the guy resigning. And we thought he would, too, actually. This dude scheduled a press conf. and we were all on the edge of our seats waiting to see the second president down in less than a year. But guess what? dude goes “I’m not resigning”, gives pissed off speech, alleges everything is a fake and says if we want him down we’ll have to bring him down. He also kinda tries to forbid people from using his pictures in memes, which leads to opposition party creating a whole gallery online of pictures they bought of him for people to do their memes safely. I ain’t joking. The most brazilian think to ever happen, probably.  

Meanwhile, remember I said there was a second recording? Yeah, it was from Aecio Neves, and you might remember him too: he ran for president against Rousseff at the last elections, and he was the main activist for her impeachment after he lost the elections, all “against corruption” and shit. Lol. Dude was literally negotiating how to get his money, cursing a lot, and saying they’d need to find good people to do this money transporting thing, it had to be someone, and I quote, “that we can kill before they can make deals with the police”. And then he proceeds on suggesting his cousin’s name. Talk of family issues, right? Anyway. It came as no surprise for us with half a brain that both these man were corrupt because honestly there had been people saying that before, but nobody had them on tape yet. Aecio’s sister has been arrested, he has kinda stepped down from his senate position and his apartments are being raid by the police, let’s see where this leads. 

Back to Temer, remember when he told people we’d need to take him down if we wanted him down? Yeah, people took that quite literally and a couple of days ago in the middle of a protest some SET FIRE to a few ministry buildings. Nothing much happened to anyone there tho. But Temer took that as a good opportunity to give especial authorization to the Army to be on the streets and do whatever was needed which was pretty fucking scary since we haven’t been out of a dictatorship for thaaaat long??? but the order has been revoked by now so we’re ok. For now. I guess. Who knows. 

So the question now is how long can Temer hold himself in power. If he does fall, which is complicated, since he’d likely have to resign (there are already a few impeachment processes opened against him, but since they depend on the ok from chamber president, who still supports him, it’s unlikely to work, and it’d take months anyway), but if he did fall, we’d get either president of the chamber of deputies in power or president of the supreme court in power (cause president of the senate can’t, since he’s a defendant in a corruption investigation) - and I said “OR” there because there’s a chance president of the chamber also becomes a defendant in corruption charges through the next months so we can’t really be sure on how the succession line will be in the future. Yeah, that’s how screwed we are. Anyway, if any of them get to power they are bound to organizing new indirect elections, by the constitution, since it’s past half the term and we’d only need someone to basically finish this year and the next one when there are elections again, hopefully. However, with congress as it is, with most people there charged with something, you’d think brazilians are…. less than happy with the idea of our congressmen choosing their own fucking president. And you’re right. Most of us are. Which is why there is a campaign to make a change and try for direct, real, voting elections (and to get Temer out, obviously). 

It’s worth noticing that a lot of powerful people are still behind Temer, though, especially big businessman and the media, because of his austerity measures and probable cuts on labor laws, and also, because a lot of them are scared shitless of we actually getting a direct election and Lula winning. Yes, our ex-president, yes, the one in trouble with the law that I mentioned early. Aaand I would like to have covered him and our asshole hygienist new são paulo mayor whose biggest ability so far seems to be shitty decisions here, BUT this post is long enough as it is, so if y’all wanna know about them ask away and I’ll cover it in another post. For now, just remember: it can always get worse if you’re brazilian :)

jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
►1870 words // scenario
♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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Comeuppance - Jughead x Reader

I wrote most of this on the plane lol.
I hope it’s alright! Enjoy!


Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

You groan inwardly when you see Reggie and his gang come through the door and into the student lounge. Your day was already going bad enough; the last thing you need right now is to hear him spew half-thought out, condescending comments from his mouth. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you reposition your laptop on the desk, trying your best to ignore them.

“Didja hear what I got up to this weekend?” he guffaws, “I’ll tell ya she was….”

You can’t quite see what he’s doing with his hands but you guess it’s probably some lewd gesture because hoots and cries erupt from his friends followed by what sounds like hearty slaps on the back.

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exo-m as dads

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

Luhan:

- honestly the softest bean

- would always make them food and feed them even when they say they can already do that themselves

- soccer evenings tbh

- he would also play soccer with them all the damn time

- probably jumps around like a quirky fluff ball when his child says “dad” for the first time

- lu would make stupid faces to make his children laugh

- takes a picture of every damn shit…even their first poo bc he is just THAT sort of proud

- would teach his children all sorts of language he knows

- will deny that he ever had a song named lu when they ask

- would only let sehun or minseok babysit his children

- pinches their cheeks and always say how soft and cute they are

- will probably still look younger than his children (does he even age??)

Originally posted by xiuminet

Minseok:

- let’s all be real, this is minseok. he’d probably get the best dad award before his child is even born

- most likely to pain the entire children’s bed room by himself and even more likely that the color will be the same as his hair

- piggy back rides…AND A DAMN LOT OF THEM

- will cook for them and tries his best to make it healthy but still tasty (and ofc succeeds bc this is kim minseok we are talking about)

- when the kid gets injured he’d give a kiss on the band aid (which has depending if its a girl or a boy either bunnies or dinosaurs)

- would teach his kids how to ride a bike and make a video of it

- his children are probably going to get a nobel peace prize bc he raised them just THAT well

- would play tooth fairy, santa, easter bunny and whatever fairytale for them

- once they hit puberty he’d be the cool dad and all. would allow them more stuff, but not too much

- would buy them what they want, but will try hard to not spoil them 

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Yixing:

- father to the next generation of super musicians and actors

- is probably trying too hard to be a good father

- often busy, but would call and facetime all the time

- most likely to have his children in the same kindergarten, elementary and high school as baekhyun’s

- would always tell his children how beautiful they are

- always proud. literally. child fails a subject? no problem, he’d say they’ll do better on the next test

- very likely to have more photos of his children in his purse than cash

- would drive his children anyway and sing during the drive 

- would believe his children over anyone

Originally posted by fancymrskris

Kris:

- the type of dad to scare his kid’s friends away at first, but then turns out to be the softest potato in the kettle

- kids will speak english, chinese and korean before they entre kindergarten. safe call

- suho is the mom. fite me

- would be a rather chill father tbh

- when suho flips his shit about his children failing a subject or getting drunk kris is like “hey, we used to be children, too. and we were wild”

- first present is most likely a telescope so they can watch the galaxy

- burned toast for breakfast basically

- everyday is selca day

- philosophical quotes in the birthday cards bc why not

- would prolly communicate with emojis 

Originally posted by httpxamy

Tao:

- oh god this is going to be a ride

- too swag to change diapers he says, but he’d do it still

- tries hard not to cry, squeal or lose his shit when his child does something utterly cute

- death glare @ everyone who wanna mess with his children

- never ending competition on whose baby is better with sehun

- “My kid can already count.”

- “Well, my kid already knows the principle of pythagoras”

- designer diapers provided by gucci much

- gucci barbie dresses

- gucci toothbrush

- gucci everything

- probably the kid’s middle name is gucci

- kids will prolly get into martial arts

- a lot of dog x baby pics on his instagram

- disgusted faces at poop and puke but would judge everyone who’d say “ew” and look at them like “dat ew is my child u wanna fite?”

- if he doesn’t get gucci stuff at father’s day he is gonna be one sulky individual

- at first he would be very much confused and would call luhan to help him bc he clearly doesn’t know what to do to calm a baby down

- when the child hits puberty he would involuntarily witness that there exist more salty people than him and would cry and then ground them

- the only one cooler than him has to be his child ok

- random nicknames given that he’ll forget the following day tbh

- has no chill when his child causes trouble, prolly turns into a drill sergeant when he is pissed 

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Jongdae:

- what do you expect, he is a beagle

- prolly pouts when the child gets more attention than him

- the kid is likely to be more mature than him

- 5000 watt smile children

- excited over everything

- clingiest dad alive

- “dad, it’s just a sleepover…”

- “i know, perfect for father-son time!”

- his, bbh’s and pcy’s child would definitely become the new chaos trio

- angelic voice much

- would lose his child in the ice cream parlor 

- and then piss his pants bc wow he really managed to lose his child

- turns out child makes a public announcement in the mall

- “hey, i lost my clumsy dad, pls return… or no, just keep him.”

Doll

Requested. (I kept trying to write this with winter soldier Bucky but felt so strongly that this quote was more 1940′s Bucky) 

Song or quote : Of course I would date you, who wouldn’t?
Who: Bucky Barnes

“You look absolutely ritzy, [Y/N].” Clare exclaimed once she saw her friend step out from behind the changing curtain, “You’re gonna knock em all dead when they see you tonight!”

[Y/N] frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror, “You sure?” Turning and twisting her body, she scrunched up her nose. “Maybe I shouldn’t tonight, Clare.” Turning to face her dolled up friend, she sighed.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Clare stamped her foot in protest, “We’re going to this dancing joint and we’re gonna find ourselves a couple of big sixes and not some drugstore cowboy, you hear?” 

Nodding her in head defeat, she followed Clare out the door and towards the joint that her friend had been raving about non stop. It took around ten minutes before they ended up waving down a cab and took even longer to reach their designation. Enough time for it pass by for [Y/N] to realize that her going out tonight in her ruby red dress was a mistake. But, she had nowhere but to go except for wherever Clare was taking her. 

“Everyone here looks so spiffy! Don’t ya think, [Y/N]?” Clare linked arms with [Y/N] as they weaved in and out of the place. Lowering her voice but still containing excitement, she breathed out, “So many flappers-oh look there’s John! Remember him, huh? He’s a fly boy now.” If Clare’s heart could have leaped out of her chest and onto the floor, [Y/N] would have bet a nickel that it had just done so. “Do I look okay?” 

[Y/N] pressed her lips into smile, forcing herself into it knowing that the minute she said yes, Clare was going to bound off towards him. “You look always look swanky, Clare.” 

Squealing loudly, Clare tore herself away [Y/N] and sprinted towards John who she had to admit had grown up quite nicely from the little scrawny boy he used to be. 

It felt like hours had passed by as [Y/N] watched Clare and John laugh it up. At least someone’s having a good time, she thought as she ordered another drink. Just as she was about to take a sip, her attention was pulled elsewhere to the sound of a man talking to her.

“Hey there, doll. What’s a pretty dame like you doing all by yourself?” 

Turning her head to face the voice, her eyes lit up to find a familiar face. Standing up from her stool, she winced as she almost knocked over her glass. “As I live and breathe, is that you, Bucky?” 

Grinning, Bucky spun around in his uniform, “It sure is.” 

Without thinking twice, she reached for a hug. It had been months since she had last seen him. She had grown up just down the street from Bucky from the time they were little kids. After a minute of hugging him, she took a step back and admired his digs. “You look mighty spiffy and is that? Would you look at that, Sergeant Barnes.” [Y/N] gently tapped the plate on his chest and beamed, “That’s wonderful!” Sitting back down on her stool, she frowned, “Say, where’s Rogers?” 

Bucky shrugged, sitting down next to her, “Said he was feelin’ under the weather.” Ordering a drink for himself, he flickered a look towards [Y/N] when she wasn’t paying attention. Bucky had always found her to be exquisite, he was just always too afraid to use his lines on her. “Speaking of friends, where’s your trouble maker Clare?” 

Snorting softly, [Y/N] shrugged as well. “Beats me, John probably went to take her to go neck.” Twirling a curl of hers, she sighed, “I don’t know why I keep agreeing to go out with her when all I know is that she’ll leave me when we get there. I’m such a pushover.” 

Frowning, “You aren’t a pushover, come on, stop” He leaned forward, smiling lightly, “Between you and me, doll. Clare’s just lookin’ for a daddy, you and I both know that.” Sitting straight up, he looked around the place, “I’m sure you do just fine on your own anyways.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell me why you’re the only one that’s approached me so far.” Sulking, she sighed again. “I’m just a plain ole Jane whenever Clare’s around. You and I both know that.”

“Says you!” Bucky halfway shouted incredulously. Throwing apologetic looks to the patrons around the bar for startling them, he shook his head as he looked dead straight into [Y/N]’s eyes. “Doll, you’ve got it all wrong. You’re the kind of dame that a fella walks down the middle aisle.”

Shaking her head, she chuckled. “You’re all wet, Barnes.”

He chuckled along with her, “I’m serious. These fellas,” Bucky looked around, shaking his head, “aren’t the kind of fellas you want anyway [Y/N].”

“And I suppose the kind of a fella I should be after is someone like you, huh?” She remarked playfully. 

Bucky smirked, “As a matter of fact, yes.”

[Y/N] froze, “Wh-what?”

Standing up from the stool, he held out his arm, “Come on, baby. Why don’t we go to the Tin Pan Alley and blow this joint. I know how much you love that music.” 

Staring at him with her mouth hung slightly open, she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. “Are you, are you asking me on a date?” 

Chuckling, “Yes m’am.”

“But why?!”

Bucky gently grabbed [Y/N]’s shoulders and stood her up from the stool. “Because doll, you’re the only dame in here that’s kept my focus all night. Took me an hour just to muster up the courage to come over and talk to you.”

“But, we’ve been friends for years, Buck. You know you can always talk to me.” 

“Normally, yes.” Bucky replied, giving her a small smile, “But not when you’re wearing this beautiful dress. I’m stuck on you, doll. So what do you say? Come with me to Tin Pan Alley. I promise you’ll have a good time. I’ll take you dancing another night.” 

“Another night?” [Y/N] squeaked, “You mean there will be other nights with you?” 

Bucky threw his head back and laughed, “What is with you?”

Shaking her head, she nervously laughed. “Nothing, it’s just, it’s strange to hear that you’d date me.” 

“Of course I would date you, who wouldn’t?” Bucky said with a brow raised.

Motioning to the crowd dancing, “All of them.” 

Snaking an arm around her waist, he chuckled low. “Good, because then that means you’re all mine. I promise I won’t be a flat tire tonight, [Y/N]. Give me a chance to turn this night around.” 

Nodding, she smiled. “I’ll give you a chance, but, uh, Bucky?”

“Yes, doll?”

“That banks closed, so no funny business.” She pulled away from his grasp and slung on her coat, giving him a smirk.

“What? Come on, doll. Not even a single kiss tonight?” 

Patting his shoulder, she giggled. “Not even one.” 

Watching her head for the door, he shook his head and laughed. “I see you’re going to make me work for it, it’s alright. I like a challenge.” 


1940′s lingo
ritzy - elegant
joint - establishment
big six - strong men
drugstore cowboy - a guy who picks up chicks on a corner
flapper - a woman who wears short skirts/dress with short hair
fly boy - an aviator 
swanky - ritzy (elegant)
dame - female
go neck - kissing with passion
daddy - an older man with money
middle aisle - get married to
all wet - wrong, incorrect
stuck on you - crush
Tin Pan Alley - the music district in New York City
flat tire - boring date
banks closed - no kissing 

Huntress- Part 18: Legacy

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E18 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen


You watched as Uncle Dean walked into the room, he’d called Cas about fifteen times this week and still nothing. Dad walked in from the other entrance, holding a load of papers and articles. You all sat at the table, “Still no word from Cas?” Dad stated the obvious,
“Nothing.” Uncle Dean huffed. He picked up his guns and began to clean them. You noticed he did this when he was worried.
“He’s Cas. This isn’t the first time he’s just dropped off the map. He’ll be fine.” Dad tried to reassure his brother, who hummed a “Yeah…” in response. 

“Well, I’ve been researching demons. Turns out we have a lot of books on demons.” 
You chuckled.
“But nothing useful for Daegon.”

“Helpful.” You stated sarcastically. You glanced up when a notification appeared on your Dad’s laptop screen. “Huh,” He grabbed Uncle Dean’s attention “I just got an email from Mick…It’s a case.”
“Good.” Uncle Dean replied before wiping the barrel of his pistol.

“Why didn’t he call?” You wondered aloud.

“Some guy called Jarrod Hayes went missing last week in Tomahawk, Wisconsin….Mick say’s this place has a history.

“Meaning…?”

“Well someone went missing every year for some time until it stopped twenty years ago…well, until now.” Dad paraphrased.

“What so it’s like a cycle or something?” You suggested.

“Something like that.”

As everyone was throwing some bags into the back of Baby your Dad stopped you. “You sure you’re okay to come?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” You nodded. You were far too determined to quit.
His eyebrows furrowed sympathetically. “If you want to stop at any point just say.” He paused before adding “Promise?”
“Promise.” You smiled.


The three of you raised an eyebrow at the Sheriff. He was adding the finishing touches to some sort of taxidermy project. It was a little creepy to say the least. You’d taken on Claire’s advice and after managing to convince your Dad to let you tag along as they posed as FBI agents. It was amazing what a little makeup and smart-wear could do.

“You know what I don’t get…” the Sheriff began “Why the fed’s are so interested?” He didn’t look away from his work.
“Just following orders.” Uncle Dean answered in a way that said it wasn’t up for question.
“What can you tell us about the case?” Dad asked after clearing his throat.
“Not much to tell,” the Sheriff picked up some sort of tweezers and began fixing any hair that looked out of place to him “Some kids were hanging out, Jarrod went home and never made it.”
“You don’t seem very worried.” You noticed his casual demeanor.
“If you ask me he bailed. He had it tough you know…real tough.” The Sheriff started to sew something up on the creature.
“Tough?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow.
“His Mom left years ago and his Dad…well…lets just say Jarrod fell down the stairs a lot.”

“You knew he was being abused?” You tried not to sound angry.

“We tried to help him, but taking a child away from his parents, even if they’re the evilest people in the world, its hard.” 
You couldn’t argue with him, but you didn’t fully agree either.

Uncle Dean went back to the issue at hand “You said Jarrod was with friends the night he went missing, did any of them say anything?”
“Nothin’ worth repeating….there, ain’t he precious?” The Sheriff sat back from his completed work and did a sort of ‘voila’ pose. You smiled awkwardly, trying to look impressed. 
“Any idea where we can find any of these friends?” Dad wondered.


“Darren Boston? Agents Stark, Martel and Pond.” You held up your badges briefly.
“Ah no…” Darren whispered to himself, tossing his joint to the floor. You picked it back up and handed to his confused face “That stuff’s expensive.” 
Thanks?” He mumbled.
“We uh, we wanted to ask you a few quick questions about the night your friend Jarrod Hayes went missing?” Dad explained.
“What about it?” He huffed.
“The Sheriff said you were with him.” Dad continued.
“Yeah well the Sheriff can suck it. He thinks Jarrod just upped and left this town.”
“And you don’t?” You said curiously.
“I know he didn’t. But the cops aren’t gonna believe me, not if the Sheriff doesn’t. He’s got it in for me.” Darren complained.
“Why?” 
He held up his fag in an obvious manor “Why do you think?”

“So what did happen?” You encouraged him, if he hadn’t told anyone else, which by the sounds of it he hadn’t, he’d be more likely to tell you.
“I tried to save him…” Darren took a deep breath “But the monster got him: Black Bill.”


“Black Bill is a local urban legend…” Your Dad began to explain, but paused when neither you nor Dean were paying much attention. One, you already had the wiki page up on your phone and two, you were starving so food was the priority. The waitress finally cam over with your orders, spending extra long giving your Uncle his so she made sure he saw “the look”. You hid behind your milkshake in embarrassment for him as he winked.
“Focus.” Dad managed through gritted teeth, nudging his brother.
“I am focused! Black Bill, urban legends blah blah what’ve you got?” Uncle Dean clearly wasn’t “focused” but you were too busy reading your own phone to bother saying anything.
Dad coninued “Apparently he has the head of a goat-”
“A goat?” Uncle Dean stopped him “Like mehh a goat?”
“No. The black and white type that goes Moo.” You remarked, earning a bitchface from your Uncle and a smile from your Dad.

“So where are we going with this?” Uncle Dean tried his best to stay on board as he followed the waitress round with his eyes.
“You’re an actual creep.” You looked at him with a disgusted face and he swatted you on the back of the head “What would you know, you’re what, twelve?”
“Old man.” You hissed.
“Baby.” He snapped back.
You stuck your tongue out at him “Fight me.”
“I’d beat your ass.”
“Guys!” Dad drew your attentions back to the case “Focus.”

“Why don’t you two uh, focus on the case.” Uncle Dean didn’t take his eyes off the waitress, who was glancing at him whenever she had the chance.
“Don’t wait up.” He mumbled, slowly getting up from the table “We can just use the colt. Dusts anything.”
“Still, if it fails it’s nice to have a plan B.” You shrugged.
“I’m done with you two and your..logic.” With that he got up and made a beeline for the lady. 
“Oh don’t do the hot coffee thing.” Dad winced in preparation for whatever awful pickup line he was about to attempt.

Uncle Dean whistled a little before smirking “This coffee is hot, almost as hot as-” He then gestured towards her.
You sunk into your chair “Oh please no that was so painful to watch.” 
Cringing you faced away from the pair of them, making Dad chuckle. “Wanna go?” He said, clearly feeling the same.
Definitely.”


After an all-nighter of researching and endless energy drinks, or coffee for your Dad, you were back in the same cafe. Hopefully, Uncle Dean would arrive soon so you could carry on with the case.
You glanced up when the little bell went at the door where he whispered something to her before grinning and heading in your direction. 
He sat down, looking way too proud with himself. “Good night?” Dad asked.
“Why would you even ask that?” You mumbled.
“Awesome. So awesome.” Uncle Dean smiled widely as he looked back over to her taking her jacket off.

“So uh, any idea what we’re dealing with?”
“A satyr.” You said- keen to change the topic.
“A what?” Uncle Dean raised his eyebrows, stuffing his face full of your Dad’s order. 
“Half man-half goat thing, like Mr Tumnus from Narnia.”
“You are such a nerd.” He commented.
“Nerd life is best life.”You shrugged, taking your phone back from him.

“They lead people to the woods for massive orgys and then the Satyr would, quote, “feast on the flesh of his victims until his belly was full to bursting with their moist slippery meat””. 
Uncle Dean slowed his chewing and pushed his plate away “Oh, so now what?”
“We were gonna question Darren…”
“Were going to?” Uncle Dean didn’t like where this was going. 
“Yeah,” Dad nodded “His Mom called to say he never made it home from work last night.”


“Excuse me, Sir. Hi, Agents Stark, Martell and Pond. We’re looking for Darren Boston?”
“Darren?” The man looked puzzled “Is he in trouble?”
“No we uh, spoke to him last night. We just wanted to ask a few follow up questions.”
“No he didn’t actually show up for work today. Sorry I can’t help you any more than that…The last time I saw him was yesterday. Big day today, though. It’s a shame he couldn’t have pulled his load.”
“How come it’s a big day?” You asked.
“See that man over there, he’s the health inspector. They’re trying to shut us down. We can’t afford to upgrade to better equipment.”
“And the owner?” Dad pressed.
“He’d rather play Sheriff.”
“Wait,” Uncle Dean stopped him from saying anything else “You’re telling me Sheriff Bishop owns this plant?”
“Yeah-“ He paused, noticing a man waving for his attention “Excuse me.”

“So…” You sighed, watching him walk away “We talk to the Sheriff.”
Uncle Dean continued “Find our witness who later goes missing.”
Dad finished “Last seen somewhere owned by the Sheriff. Coincidence?”

The three of you walked behind a curtain to reveal racks of meat. It stank and it took any drop of hunger you had out of you. Ew.
“Sheriff.” Uncle Dean cleared his throat. The Sheriff turned round on his heels with his hands half in his pockets “What are you doing here? Still trying to track down Jarrod?”
“And Darren Boston. He went missing yesterday.” You added.
“Geez, first I’ve heard.”
“Sheriff, what do you know about Black Bill?” Uncle Dean went straight to the local legend.
The Sheriff sighed “Parents tell it to their kids so they don’t stay out so late or play somewhere they shouldn’t. He’s like the boogeyman, you know? Ain’t real.”
“You sure about that, a lot of people in this town go missing.” You questioned him furhter.
“Yeah, they work at the plant, get bored and move on.”
“And what about Darren?” Dad tilted his head.
“The kid was drunk, high or both. He’s not exactly a trustworthy witness.”

“Okay, thank you for your time.” Dad thanked him before turning and leaving with you both. Once you’d made it out of the main area you began to discuss the case. “He’s not acting suspicious at all.” Uncle Dean scoffed.
“But how’s he connected to the satyr?” Dad couldn’t get his head round it and neither could.


You stole a few of Uncle Dean’s chips as he grabbed ketchup from the other table, throwing you a suspicious glare as you munched on them. “Did you take some of my fries?” He raised an eyebrow. You shrugged, swallowing. You were about to act all innocent when Dad came into the diner. “Seriously? You can eat after what we just saw?” He looked disgusted at his brother.
He shrugged, taking a bite of his burger. “This is heaven, Sammy.”
You took another chip when he closed his eyes, having a moment with his burger. He then opened one and glanced at you, swallowing before saying “Will you stop.”
“I’ll stop when you run out of chips.” You smiled sweetly.
Anyway,” Dad ignored you both “Did we find anything out?”
“Yeah, all the past victims worked at the factory.” You said after taking a sip of your hot chocolate.
“All of them?”
“Yep. So they must be connected.”

“Must be. What I found is that in the past if you lived here you worked at the plant. The Bishops owned everything. From the factory to the housing. Only, recently they’ve been having to sell things off. Everything except for the factory and their housing estate.” Dad placed a photo in front of you both.
“Damn.” You looked at how posh and defined it was “Now that’s a house.”
Dad’s phone buzzed and he checked the screen “It’s from Mick, he’s wondering how the case is going.”
You didn’t mention anything, but Mick had been acting a little out of character recently. “Tell him it’s going just fine.” Uncle Dean managed between bites.


You flicked your torch on and stayed close to your Dad and Uncle, treading carefully through the estate. As they turned to go different ways, exploring the place, you did so too, walking into the huge kitchen-diner with a door at the other side.
“Dean, Y/N!” Your Dad called, turning your attention away from the backdoor “I’d say we just got lucky.”

You and Uncle Dean came face to face with a huge wooden door- at leas 8 different locks bolting it shut. “I’d say he’s hiding something.” You said, watching as your Dad began to pick the locks.
After a few minutes of fiddling about with them the door swung open to reveal a gloomy looking staircase leading into the dark basement. You descended down in silence, one hand with a torch and the other with a gun.

It was a large-ish room littered with torture devices and blades. You noticed the definite smell of blood and cringed as you shined your torch over the bloody table. The door from upstairs sounded and you froze. The three of you shared a worried look as the footsteps grew loud from the floor above. It must have been the Sheriff.
He crept down the steps, straight towards the three of you. Immediately, you stepped off to the side as not to be the ones at gunpoint. Dean cocked the colt and held it against the Sheriff’s head. “Hey.” He grumbled.

You took the gun from the Sheriff’s grip and held it away from his reaching distance, Uncle Dean hit him against the wall and demanded “Talk.”

“You won’t believe me…” He looked down. You could tell he wasn’t exactly a keen killer. “We’ve got a pretty open mind.” Dad countered.

The Sheriff sighed “My family…we’ve got a secret..Black Bill is us. When we were kids Dad told us about how a monster came to our house and made us rich in return for food.”
“Food?” You narrowed your eyebrows in question.
“Human blood. We made Black Bill up…”
“So who’s the monster?” Uncle Dean questioned.
“Moluch.”

You nodded slowly before saying “The God of sacrifice.”
“That’s right.” The Sheriff nodded sadly. “We starve him until he’ll give us anything we want. In return for some poor son of a bitch’s blood we get rich. But after my Dad died I put a stop to it. I didn’t want to kill anyone, I just wanted to put right what we’d done wrong.”
“So uh, where’s Moluch now?” You asked, peering into the hatch you presumed he’d been in.
“He’s still there. Locked up, hoped he’d starved to death.”
You looked between him and the hatch in confusion “He’s definitely not in here.” You knelt down next to it and shined your torch “Empty.”
“What?” The Sheriff stood up straight and snatched the torch from you, making you sigh. He took a look for himself in fright “No no no…no-” He was cut short by a booming sound from upstairs. 

“Stay down here, I’m going up.” Uncle Dean spoke quietly, holding his gun up more than before. “Dean, there could be a God up there.” Dad scoffed at his brother. “I’m cool.” Uncle Dean held the colt up. You couldn’t help but worry about how much he relied on it.

After a few minutes of silence you left the room and crept up to the top of the stairs, perring round the corners- nothing. “Y/N?” Dad called from the bottom “What are you doing? You don’t have the cult! You don’t even have your gun!”
“I don’t need it.” You said, catching a glimpse of the man following Uncle Dean. You left the steps heading up to the first floor so you were following someone following Uncle Dean. 
Your Dad watched as you turned the corner, glancing back and forth between the Sheriff and following you. “Y/N!” He hissed, well aware you probably couldn’t hear him.

You ducked behind a wall when the man lunged at Uncle Dean, not sure whether to announce to them you were there or stay hidden. The fought until Uncle Dean parried the wrong way, allowing the man room to flip him over the edge of the stairs. He quickly locked the basement door before your Dad could run out. You stayed hidden, watching as he dragged Uncle Dean out of the building, now wishing you had your gun. When you were certain the coast was clear you headed down and unlocked the door. A very disappointed Dad awaited the other side.
You didn’t know what to do. “Next time, bring a gun.” He scolded, heading out of the building before pausing “Where’s Dean?”
“Taken.” You said, taking your gun back from him and holding your mobile up “Or being taken.”
Dad watched your screen, a small blip appearing as it tracked his phone. He sighed “Okay let’s go.”


“Dean?!” Dad called out. You all crept through the factory, weapons at the ready. “I’ve lost the signal but he’s somewhere around here.” You said, looking about for any niches. 
A loud growl echoed throughout the hallways and crates. You all turned, aiming your guns towards the sound, which was a iron door that looked like it could only be opened from this side. You crept towards it, but your eyes averted to the side for a second, noticing a shadowy figure in the corner of your vision. “Right.” You whispered, stepping to the left.
Your Dad glanced at you in confusion before looking past you and noticing what you meant. It was a man with a mask of a satyr- reflecting the fake legend of Black Bill. He lunged at the pair of you, both stepping away from his attack. He then attacked the Sheriff, both of which fell to the floor, wrestling and fighting. The Sheriff tore his mask off and shouted at him “Pete! You’ve got to stop!”
“Don’t act like you care! My whole life I’ve got shit all! The crap!” He kicked the Sheriff away from him and rose, aiming his gun at him “Not anymore. I’m going to be a hero, saving this town,” You watched as your Dad held his gun up “And you’re dea-”
He pulled the trigger, sending Pete to the floor with blood oozing from his wound. You grabbed the colt from him, tossing it at Dad who’d shot the lock. He caught it and swung the door open. You watched as Moluch stared, as if aware of his fate. The gunshot boomed through the metallic structures, ringing off the walls as Moluch’s whole body lit up like lightening coursing through him before he fell away to nothing.

“Colt…” Dad breathed “Dusts anything.”

“You guys should head off.” The Sheriff looked away from his half-brother. 
“Sheriff,” Dad sighed “We can hep clean up and-”
“No this I can do…It’s my legacy.”


“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Uncle Dean said, putting beers down on the table. He glanced at you before handing you one, making you smile “What’s our legacy? Do you think people are gonna remember us in years to come?”
“No.” Dad stated bluntly, making you chuckle. “Well I mean we’re not exactly the type of people to be written about in the History books. But the people we’ve saved. They’ll remember us and then they’ll eventually fade away too. But that’s okay. Because we left the world better than we found it.”
“Wonder what’s gonna happen to this place,” Uncle Dean asked another “After we’re gone.”
“That’s up to this one.” Dad ruffled your hair “There’s gonna be a next generation of Hunters. We’ve already seen glimpses of it: Y/N and Claire.”

Nodding slowly, as if taking in Dad’s words, Uncle Dean flicked his blade out an began carving something into the table. You leaned to the side slightly in order to read it. “What are you doing?”
“Making our mark.” 
When he’d finished scratching away at the wood you could read it: ‘DW’. You smiled, watching your Dad take his own blade out and do the same. Then, to your surprise Uncle Dean held the blade out to you and smirked. You looked at it, not sure what to say. He took your hand and placed the blade in it for you “Those initial’s aren’t gonna write themselves.”


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The first time Victoire meets Teddy, he’s two and she’s just been born. She doesn’t remember any of it, but later, much later, her parents would tell her that she’d gurgled at the sight of him like she’d known he was going to end up being her best friend. And then—this part is always accompanied by a knowing smirk—when they brought Teddy up to the new mother and daughter (“Das a bay-bee?” he’s later quoted as saying. “Weird.”), his hair changed from Weasley-red to the same shade of blonde as hers.

“Zis ees Victoire,” her maman had said, smiling down at Teddy. “Do you want to say ‘ello, Teddy?”

And Teddy had cocked his head to the side, nodded in the sort of pompous, overly-excited fashion that only a two-year-old could get away with, and said, “Wotcha, Vic.”

//

By the time Victoire can talk and walk (and thus cause all sorts of trouble), she and Teddy are inseparable. Literally—Victoire throws tantrums that pay hefty tribute to her Veela heritage whenever she goes more than a few days without seeing her best friend. Sometimes, they hang out at Auntie And-rah-meh-da’s house, but most of the time, it’s either at the Burrow or Shell Cottage or sometimes even Uncle Harry’s house. Her maman frowns when Victoire comes home with her hair a mess and her dress splattered with mud, but because Victoire’s cheeks are always flushed and her grin is set to devour her whole face, she doesn’t say anything.

After all, there’s always Cleaning Charms (and thank Merlin for them). And besides, as Victoire’s daddy likes to say when he thinks Victoire isn’t listening, “at least she’s still young enough that the only trouble she gets into with boys is a spot of mud.”

//

When Victoire turns two, her maman and daddy sit her on the couch between them and tell her that she’s going to have a sister. Victoire doesn’t care much. A sister would be nice, she thinks. Teddy is nice, but he’s four now. He’s old and sometimes he doesn’t want to hang out with her because she’s too young. Plus, he’s a boy. And boys are gross, even if they’re crazy-haired Metamorphmagus boys named Teddy. (Especially if.)

“My maman’s gonna have a baby,” she tells Teddy a few days later, lying down on the grass beside him.

Teddy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just continues pulling up grass with stubby fingers. “Good,” he says suddenly, and she’s so surprised that she turns to face him. His hair is black like Uncle Harry’s. “You’ll have someone else to play with.”

Victoire’s face screws up. “Why’re you so mean tuh me?” she demands shrilly, sitting up and glaring at him.

Teddy turns away from her, his hair briefly taking on the same shade of green as the grass around them before returning to jet black. “Because I’m older,” he answers angrily, throwing his handful of grass at her. Most of it lands on her dress, but she can feel pieces of it in her hair. “I don’t want to play with babies like you all the time.”

Victoire starts crying. She pushes herself off the ground and runs back to the safety of her home, wishing she’d never met Teddy Lupin. That Muggle girl from the nearby village was right—boys are meanies. But she never thought Teddy could be like them. He’d taught her how to colour and he played in the mud with her and brought her Chocolate Frogs when she was sad. He was nice… wasn’t he?

Or not. Beyond furious and more than a little sad, she stomps into the cottage and slams the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. One of the panes of glass breaks, and her maman comes running into the room at the noise, one hand cradling her tummy, eyes wide. Her daddy is only a few steps behind her, his forehead all scrunched up, wand in hand.

“What ees eet, ma chérie?” her maman asks, crouching down and cradling Victoire’s face in her hands. Her beautiful features—her mother really is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world—are twisted with worry. “What ‘appened? Are you okay? Are you ‘urt? Where ees Teddy?”

When she hears Teddy’s name, Victoire starts to sob even harder. “He—he called me a baby,” she bawls, throwing her arms around her mother. “He said he was glad you’re havin’ a baby ‘cause then he doesn’t have tuh play with me anymore!”

Her mother pulls her onto her lap and starts to rock her back and forth, singing an old French lullaby under her breath. Victoire’s daddy looks angry, but he crouches next to her too, stroking her hair. “I don’t care if the kid’s four and basically family,” he mutters lowly to his wife. “I’m going to kill him.”

Victoire’s maman giggles quietly as she continues to rock Victoire back and forth. “Beell,” she says in the same tone of voice she uses on Victoire when she’s done something bad, “you cannot ‘urt every boy who ‘urts Veeky.”

“But I want to,” Victoire’s daddy mumbles, sounding every bit like his daughter in her most petulant moments.

Victoire’s maman huffs, but there’s a small smile playing out across her lips. “‘e is young,” she says firmly. “And ‘e will make mistakes. Watch—’e will be back to apologize. ‘E cannot stay away.”

And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a timid knock on the door, and it’s Teddy, looking small and lost. “I—uh…” he trails off, his eyes flickering between his scuffed trainers and where Victoire stands behind her father, hands on her hips like Aunt Ginny when she wants to look intimidating. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I was being mean.”

Victoire’s already forgiven him—she forgave him five minutes ago. But she still darts out from being her father and plants a kick square on Teddy’s shin. It gets her a time-out from her mother and an irritated look from Teddy, but her father’s smiling into his palm, so it’s worth it.

//

Her sister is born four months before Victoire’s third birthday. Victoire’s in St. Mungo’s waiting room with Teddy and Andromeda—she only learned how to properly say the older woman’s name a few weeks ago—because there’s too much screaming in room where her mother and it smells too much like the Burrow after one of Grandma Weasley’s cleaning days.

Finally, a Healer finds them and tells them the baby has been born and would you please come this way, ma’ams and sir. Victoire, scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, grabs Teddy’s hand as they follow behind the adults. Teddy’s hair turns bright red—brighter than her daddy’s—but he doesn’t pull away.

When they reach the room, the rest of her family is already there, crowded around a bed, but they smile and make room for her once they spot her. Victoire catches sight of her mother with a bundle of blankets in her arms, hair dark with sweat, cheeks flushed. But both she and Victoire’s daddy, who’s hovering beside her and looking pale, are smiling widely.

Her mother motions for Victoire come closer. Victoire hasn’t let go of Teddy’s hand yet, so he just follows behind her shyly as she gets closer to the bed. “This ees your new sister, Veeky,” her maman whispers hoarsely, holding the blankets out to Victoire.

Victoire looks down at the blankets, shocked to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at her somberly. It’s so small. Hesitantly, she reaches out a finger and touches one of the baby’s tiny fingers. The baby makes a noise that sounds a little like a laugh, and Victoire’s maman smiles even wider. “‘Er name ees Dominique.”

Victoire doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but she hugs her mom anyways, and when Teddy whispers, “are all babies this ugly?” into her ear, she stomps on his foot even though she kind of agrees with him.

//

Victoire’s brother Louis arrives when Victoire is four and a half, and Shell Cottage becomes a warzone. Luckily, though Teddy is almost seven now—way older than her—he still hangs out with her when he’s not seeing his other friends.

One day, when everyone’s at the Burrow for Sunday Brunch, he tells her that he’s going to teach Louis all his tricks. Victoire looks at him in her best Aunt Ginny impression—hands on her hips, upturned eyebrows, pursed lips, eyes blazing—and says, “what tricks, Teddy Lupin?” She’s just lost her childish lisp, and it makes her sound older. Teddy blanches.

“Blimey, Ted,” Uncle Ron laughs, clapping an affronted Teddy on the back. “You’d better watch out.”

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Of Use to You

“What the hell were you thinking, man!?”  Dean bellows, fist knotted firmly in the lapel of his trench.  “Disappearin’ off for three weeks, no phone calls, no texts, no nothing?  Again!?  Dammit, Cas, we already covered why you can’t do that!” 

Cas swallows, looking sheepishly down at his dress shoes.  He wishes he could make Dean understand the existential guilt he feels for not being good enough, for failing so often and causing so much trouble.  He doesn’t want to be a burden.

“I only wanted to help, Dean,” he argues softly.  “I wish to be of service to you, to the greater good, and the best way I know how is sometimes in Heaven.”

“Oh, so you want to help?”  Dean inquires, nodding sarcastically.  “Is that it, Cas?  Really?”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas whispers.  He feels childish for feeling so close to tears.

Dean lets out an exasperate huff, releasing the lapel of his coat.  “Well, that’s just peachy, Cas.  ‘Cause from where I stand, you’re so desperate to get away from us that you’re willing to run back into your dick family’s open arms just to get there.” 

Cas stares at him incredulously, eyes wide.  “No, Dean!  That isn’t true.  I swear with every fiber of my being, on the name of my Heavenly Father, that I only want to be here with you.”

“So who the hell’s stoppin’ ya?”  Dean scoffs, arms folded dubiously.

I am!”  Cas cries, feeling frustrated to the point of tears that he can’t make Dean understand.  “I…I fail so much, Dean, at everything I do!  So often, you and Sam are forced to come to my aid.  I can’t be a burden to you, Dean!

Cas feels tears prick the corner of his eyes as he concludes his little tirade. Now it’s Dean’s turn to stare at him incredulously.

“The hell you talkin’ about, man?” he huffs, the hostility dropping slightly from his tone.  “Nobody’s a burden here.  You’re family.  Haven’t I told you that already?”

“So you say,” Cas sighs, fiddling with his cufflink.  “But you and Sam are so…useful.  You’ve saved the world on numerous occasions, and are of service to it with each passing day.  I…I can’t allow myself to be in the presence of two such heroic individuals without being useful to them.”

Cas expects Dean to make some other argument, to shout or contradict him.  Instead, he feels a gentle arm on his shoulder, guiding him to sit down next to him on the bed. 

“Look, buddy,” Dean sighs.  All hostility is gone now, and Cas hopes that means he understands.  “I know what you’re feelin’ right now, I swear I do.  But you gotta understand, Cas, you’re not a burden.  Not to me, or Sam, or anybody.”

“But-” Cas starts to protest, but Dean’s index finger pressed to his lips silences him.  

You pulled me out of Hell, Cas,” Dean says emphatically.  “And I don’t care if you only did it ‘cause God told you to:  you saved me, and I owe you everything.  Everyone I’ve saved since then would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for you.”  There’s a pause.  “You tried to do the same for Sammy, too, if memory serves.” 

“Well, I did a pretty piss poor job of it,” Cas points out.

“Yeah, but you tried:  he was in the Cage, man.  With Lucifer.  All the king’s horses and all the king’s men wouldn’t of touched that thing with a ten foot pole, but you still went down there and you tried to get my little brother out for me.  That means something, even if I couldn’t see it back then.”

Cas says nothing this time, so Dean continues, “And you’ve saved the world too, you know.”

“I helped,” Cas corrects.  “Yelled profanities at an archangel before setting him on fire.  It’s hardly comparable to what you and Sam did.”

“You sacrificed your life, like, three times over, but that ain’t the point:  Raphael was gonna re-open the Cage if he ran the show.  I didn’t take it too seriously then, but I should of.  Point is, you stopped him, Cas.  All on your own.”  A million arguments about Sam’s wall and the Leviathan jump to Cas’s mind, but Dean interrupts preemptively, “And yeah, I don’t feel all too good about the stuff you did to get there, but…at the end of the day, Cas, it needed to be done.  You…”  He shrugs his shoulders.  “…You saved the world.”

Cas stares down at his lap, expression unreadable.  Dean pivots his legs to face him fully. 

“Point is, Cas, you’ve already done more for us and the world than anyone could ask for.  Yeah, a lot of the time it blows up in your face, but that’s just the consequences of playin’ big:  hell, Babe Ruth struck out more than any player in major league baseball.” 

Cas looks up, brow pursed in confusion.  “Why was an infant playing major league baseball, Dean?”

Dean ignores the question, not wanting to get sidetracked from the matter at hand.  “And even if you weren’t, do you really think I’d care?  I don’t want you to be useful, Cas.  I don’t want your accomplishments.  I’m not your dickhead family.  I just want you, here, with me.  That’s all.” 

Dean’s sure this will get through to him, and feels hopeful when Cas appears to pontificate on it.

“You didn’t want me when I was human.” 

Dean blinks, taken aback by the statement, and Cas continues, “And moreover, in your own words, without my powers I am a ‘baby in a trench coat.’”  He encapsulates the phrase with air-quotes, but even that doesn’t detract from the sting of what he’s saying.  “I mean no offense, Dean, but all signs point to the fact that you don’t want me here unless I can be of use to you.” 

Dean gapes for a moment or two, jaw flapping silently open and closed like a fish.  “Cas, that’s not true,” he manages finally.  “I was a dick when you were a human, okay?  I made a lot of mistakes and I wasn’t all that considerate of your feelings, but I never didn’t want you.  I wanted you when I told you to go, I wanted you when I found you at the Gas-n-Sip, and I especially wanted you when I had to watch you leave again.  I just blew my chance, is all.”

Cas looks only moderately convinced, but Dean goes on, “And the same goes for the things I said to you about you not having powers.  If I was dick to you about being out of juice, it was because I was being just that:  a dick.  And I’ve always wanted you, Cas, as long as I can remember.  I swear I did.”  

Cas still says nothing, but his posture softens slightly.  Dean breaths a quiet sigh of relief when Cas’s hand finds his, squeezing it gently.

“Thank you, Dean,” he says softly.

“Don’t mention it.”  There’s a brief pause before Dean clears his throat, and adds somewhat awkwardly, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

There’s a long moment of quiet before Dean recollects himself, remembering why he was “angry” to begin with. 

In a sudden burst of passion, he reaches up and grabs Cas by the tie, pulling him in for a rough, aggressive kiss that makes him blink in (not unpleasant) surprise.  

“I’m still pissed with you, you know,”  he growls, breath hot against his angel’s lips as he aggressively undoes his tie.  “You left -”  He yanks his khaki trench coat off of his shoulders.  “-for three full weeks, without so much as a peep.  And by morning, your ass is gonna regret it.”  

Cas has no idea what to make of this as Dean goes for his buttons, pausing briefly to look him in the eye.  “Safeword?” 

“G-garrison,” Cas manages, voice uncharacteristically low.

“Good.  Mine’s Impala.  Tonight, for a change, I’m gonna be the one on top.”  

The Trick

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Words: 1630

Warnings: one swear word

A/N: I finished it!! It wasn’t a request, just a dumb idea I had. I hope you enjoy it!!

Binns’ classes were always boring, but that day’s lesson was especially tedious. The ghost was talking about some Goblin rebellion while you were looking outside the window, wishing you were relaxing under a tree. The sun shined bright through the glass and the summer breeze made the trees’ brunches dance smoothly. You glanced around the class and saw Sirius Black making paper plains, Lily Evans half listening and half doodling in the corner of her parchment and James Potter, sitting right next to you, almost fallen asleep with his head resting on his arms.

You looked down and saw something written on the desk. It said ‘1st Goblin rebellion 1612’. You were curious about who wrote that and why, but you weren’t given much time to wonder about it as you heard your pale professor yelling at the class.

“Is any of you paying attention?” He was clearly annoyed. Everyone snapped their heads up abruptly to look at Binns, eyes wide in surprise. He’d never scowled you or even cared to check if you were paying attention before. “You!” Binns pointed at you. “When did the first Goblin rebellion happen?”

You thought about it for a brief moment, actually wishing you’d paid attention, but then realized it was what you had read on the table a few seconds before. “1612?” you asked timidly, not really sure if the table was tricking you or not.

Binns groaned, unsatisfied that he couldn’t give detention to you and mumbling a 'well said’ under his breath. He went back to his initial position and continued with his lecture. When the class finished, you started to put your things away but a familiar voice interrupted you.

“How did you do that?” James Potter asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Get the correct answer,” he explained. “I saw you weren’t listening either.”

“Binns isn’t the first teacher that asks me something when I’m not paying attention. I learnt the trick.” You didn’t know why you said that. There was no trick, you were just lucky it was written on the desk.

“And what would that be?” the boy asked, a smug smile spread over his face. He passed a hand through his messy locks and looked at you from behind his round glasses.

“I don’t think you’re worthy of it, Potter,” you flirted back. It wasn’t common for you, but sometimes you teased and flirted with people. This was your crush’s turn.

“Then I shall make myself worthy,” James said dramatically, earning a giggle from you. He grinned at the sound he liked so much and looked at you with his brown eyes, the kind of eyes that could made you melt every time.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked challengingly crossing your arms over your chest.

“By taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend and buying you a butterbeer, (y/l/n),” his eager eyes expressed how much he really wanted you to accept. Your mouth drew a sweet smile on your face and you nodded, showing James you liked the idea. He walked away, with a triumphant smirk and good news to tell to his friends.

The next day, James was waiting by Hogwarts’ entrance for you. You approached him and he greeted you with a gleeful and a nervous 'Hi’. You were nervous too, though you did your best to hide it. You walked to The Three Broomsticks together. Both, his and your shyness went away after starting the conversation and so you talked about everything on your way there. From grades and school to your family and friends. It was comforting to know not all purebloods were like the Malfoys or the Blacks, with the exception of Sirius, of course.

When you got to your destination, your date led you to a table in one of the corners and ordered two butterbeers. “So, (y/n), tell me more about you,” James said, shortly after taking the first sip of his drink.

“I told you a lot on the way here, what else do you need to know?” you asked, grinning at him. “Now it’s your turn. You’re gonna tell me how the hell did you do the prank for Slughorn and didn’t get caught.”

He chuckled, remembering how much he had laughed with his friends that day. Remus had had the idea of covering Slughorn with a potion that would get him to smell like shit for a few days. They carried out the plan in one of the poor professor’s classes, and you were there to watch it all.

“Well that’s my trick, love. And I don’t think you’re worthy of it,” the boy explained with a mischievous smirk.

“The I shall make myself worthy,” you quoted with the same dramatic tone he had used before. You both laughed at your childishness and returned to talk about other pranks he’d carried out with his friends.

Talking to James felt easy. You didn’t worry about saying the right thing or trying not to show your awkward self you only showed to your closest friends. You could be and talk like yourself. The messy-haired boy felt the exact same way. Being with you, made it easy to be himself, not only showing his confident façade all the time. James could be the casual, a bit awkward and funny person he’d always been but showed too little.

After you finished your butterbeer, you stayed talking some more time, but then realized it was getting late and went for a walk around the town. You went to Honeydukes, where you bought all the candies and sweets you could put in your pockets and then you visited Zonko’s. After that, you finally decided to return to the castle.

When you got there, James didn’t lead you to your Common Room but went up another stair. “C'mon, follow me,” he whispered into the darkness.

“Where?” You liked the boy, of course, but you didn’t know if going with him was a good idea. He was known for getting people into trouble a lot, so maybe the troublemaker would get you into trouble.

“Just trust me, okay?”

You hummed accepting, a bit relentless, the invitation. When you saw the light of the moon shining through the big windows, you finally realized where you were. The Astronomy tower. You got near one of the windows and gazed up the starry sky with admiration, not being able to take your eyes off it. James stood beside you, leaning on his shoulders on the railing, but not looking at the sky. He was looking at you. James knew how beautiful you were, but the brightness of the moon made your eyes glisten and the small smile on your lips melted him away.

You felt his heavy gaze on you, and looked down at him. James looked away, blush creeping through his cheeks.

“I love this,” you finally broke the silence. It was peaceful and comfortable, not awkward like it happened with other people.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies. He didn’t say it in a flirtish tone, but in a soft and relaxed voice, matching the smile he could not avoid showing. He hasn’t realized how close you actually were until he looked down at your lips, wanting to kiss you. “So,” he started saying softly, almost in a whisper and your lips almost touching, “am I worthy now?”

“I guess,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. You blushed at the closeness of your faces.

“And what’s the trick?” he asked in the same low voice that drove you crazy. But, before you could react, James leaned in, linking your lips together. It was soft and full of life. Electricity was flowing from the tips of your fingers to your lips. It was the perfect kiss and no one could deny it. You pulled away, taking a breath, and looked at him. The boy’s face looked joyous and his wide grin matched yours.

From then on, you started slowly and safely falling in love with him and he did the same with you. When school finished, you kept in touch, meeting almost every day until you moved together to a small house. It wasn’t much, but it was your home and you loved it as much as you loved James.

One day, Sirius, Remus and Peter were hanging out with you and James in your house. You started catching up but ended up talking about your glorious days at Hogwarts. You talked about how they pranked the teachers and about the girls they had crushes on.

“I remember Prongs entering the Common Room really excited and we didn’t know what was going on,” Sirius was talking about the time when you accepted to go on your first date with James. “And then he says he’s got a date with you really loud. I think everyone in the Gryffindor tower heard it,” he added, making everyone in the room laugh, except James, who was blushing intensely.

“Now that I realize,” your boyfriend started saying with a playful expression, “you never told me what your trick was.”

You opened your wide in surprise. “Oh… well,” you murmured, “there wasn’t any trick. I was just lucky it was written on the table.”

The boys were all looking with amused smirks, eager to know where would this lead to, while James looked at you confused. “But you…” he started to say, but never finished.

“Yeah, I just wanted to mess with you,” you said with a small grin that showed a bit of guilt. You stepped closer to him and as you did, you saw him smiling. It was in that way that even now, it kept melting you.

“I’m glad you did,” he admitted softly, and kissed you briefly.

“Me too.”

Dragon Ball  Z Abridged Sentence Meme

disclaimer: All quotes belong to TeamFourStar, and you should go check them out on youtube!

  • “Did you try working the shaft?”
  • “Did you tell him to work the shaft?”
  • “Blah blah blah, then you slayed the jabberwocky and went to save Narnia.”
  • “I said I was wearing my armor.”
  • “Are you a yoshi?”
  • “Yes, __ , I’m a green fucking dinosuar.”
  • I’ll stop there on my way home and pick up some space eggs, space milk and BLOW IT THE FUCK UP!”
  • “It’d be a real dick move to die right now…”
  • “Yeah, so what if I did? What’re you going to do about it, huh?! Come at me bro!”
  • “That means he doesn’t have a penis!”
  • “Oh trust me, I know what it’s like to take a hard one to the face.”
  • “I like my penis where it is, thank you.”
  • “I am a woman!”
  • “Immortality is my bitch.”
  • “Pretty big talk coming from a bipedal slug.”
  • “Pretty big talk coming from a bipedal bitch.”
  • “Wanna go drive cars?”
  • “Bitching.”
  • “Oh god no, my marujuana patch!”
  • “We’re gonna get panties! …I mean immortality.”
  • “Ah ha, so nudity makes you stronger on this planet!”
  • “I’m not a goddamn Yoshi!”
  • “NERD!”
  • “It’s nothing. I’m just…having an aneurysm out of sheer stupidity.”
  • “Take that, you insufferable, fucking simpleton!”
  • “Face down with another man beating your ass–is it Wednesday already?”
  • “They keep kicking me in the dick…why…why do they keep kicking me in the dick?”
  • “And this is ___ . He was a prison bitch.”
  • “I once had a crush on a little Indian boy that I thought was a girl.”
  • “That is ten pounds of nope in a five pound bag.”
  • “Well, sir, if you’re having trouble with our customer support, you can call 1-800-Eat-A-Dick.”
  • “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m usually far more composed. I’m just a little bit absolutely livid.”
  • “That’s stupid. You’re stupid! STOP BEING STUPID!”
  • “Come on guys! We could use whales. Whales!”
  • “This is easily the second worst hole I’ve ever had in my chest.”
  • “I’m about to misuse my hand upside your head.”
  • “First, immortality. Then, the bitches.”
  • “What the fuck’s a condom?”
  • “It’d be really nice to wake up in the morning, press a button, and have muffins.”
  • “Aww! Look, it’s ___ ! You wanna biscuit, boy? You wanna biscuit?”
  • “Of course not! I’m fucking evil!”
  • “They make a special shampoo for that, I hear.”
  • “I have a bitch of an itch on my left ass cheek.”
  • “He’s kind of a tool…for my amusement!”
  • “I don’t what this [name] thing is, but it sounds disappointing.”
  • “Every party needs a pooper that’s why they invited you.”
  • “This is why we need TV!”
  • “All these squares make a circle…all these squares make a circle…”
  • “He/she just dropped a milk jug of LSD. I don’t even know where he got it.”
  • “Listen up, maggots.”
White Noise - Baekhyun X Reader

Synopsis: You face a rather unfortunate turn of events, and campus hotshot Baekhyun intervenes in your favor.

Genre: Fluff/College!AU

Word Count: 4,767 (sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and harassment, please don’t read if you’re sensitive.



You could’ve met under better circumstances.

Under much better circumstances.

But, there you were, drunk beyond all comprehension and non-coherently sprawled out on some frat boy’s mattress. And, if it wasn’t for Byun Baekhyun, you would have been much worse off than simply having a nasty hangover. You had to close your eyes as tears began to fall and think back to where this started.

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be more chill sentence starters (part 2)

these are some quotes from each of the songs. feel free to edit pronouns/add names. trigger warning for sex, suicide mentions, and drug mentions, among more. part 1 here.

A GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO

  • ❛  say there’s this person… ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they changes from a guy/girl/person that you’d never be into into a guy/girl/person that you’d kinda be into. ❜
  • ❛  is he/she/they worth it? ❜
  • ❛  is she/he/they talking about me? ❜
  • ❛  i don’t often relate to other people my age. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to talk with you. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to sit with you. ❜
  • ❛  i guess a part of me likes to hang with you. ❜
  • ❛  i know that it’s weird but it’s totally true. ❜

UPGRADE

  • ❛  our future is so clear. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll tenderly guide you. ❜
  • ❛  just take me inside you forever. ❜
  • ❛  you’ve gotta get an upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  don’t worry about the guilt you feel. ❜
  • ❛  just take a breath and seal the deal. ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna come over to my place tonight? ❜
  • ❛  my parents won’t be home so it’s alright. ❜
  • ❛  they laundered money now they’re on the run. ❜
  • ❛  that’s illegal. ❜
  • ❛  for me you are an upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not sure what i should do… ❜
  • ❛  so you haven’t been the one avoiding me? ❜
  • ❛  you’ve been all shady ever since… ❜
  • ❛  it worked, didn’t it? ❜
  • ❛  i already know what it’s like to be the loser. ❜
  • ❛  i should find out what it’s like to not be the loser. ❜
  • ❛  should i take the upgrade? ❜
  • ❛  well? are you coming? ❜

HALLOWEEN

  • ❛  you can kind of see my business, but i’ll act like i don’t know. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t have a machete, but a loaf of bread. it’ll do. ❜
  • ❛  who’s ready for my halloween party? ❜
  • ❛  fill it up. ❜
  • ❛  let’s catch up. ❜
  • ❛  let’s smoke up. ❜
  • ❛  look how many drinks i’ve downed. ❜
  • ❛  i might pass out, but it’s alright. ❜
  • ❛  we’re halloween partying up tonight. ❜
  • ❛  did you get my messages? ❜
  • ❛  am i late? didn’t even realize. ❜
  • ❛  it’s… original. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t believe i’m with a girl/boy/person like you. ❜
  • ❛  break a vase! ❜

DO YOU WANNA HANG?

  • ❛  you sure do know your way around. ❜
  • ❛  yeah i’ve had sex in pretty much every room . ❜
  • ❛  what kind of slut do you think i am? ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna hang for a bit? ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna get really deep? ❜
  • ❛  i have to go. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t stand up. ❜
  • ❛  do you wanna stop being coy? ❜

MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM

  • ❛  i am hanging in the bathroom. ❜
  • ❛  i could stay right here or disappear and nobody’d even notice at all. ❜
  • ❛  my buddy kinda left me alone. ❜
  • ❛  everything felt fine when i was half of a pair… and through no fault of mine there’s no other half there. ❜
  • ❛  i’m just ___ in the bathroom. ❜
  • ❛  forget how long it’s been. ❜
  • ❛  no, you can’t come in. ❜
  • ❛  i’m picking at grout as i softly grieve. ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’re out there just ignoring all our history. ❜
  • ❛  now there’s no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore. ❜
  • ❛  i half regret the beers. ❜
  • ❛  i choke back the tears. ❜
  • ❛  they’re gonna start to shout soon. ❜
  • ❛  hell yeah i’ll be out soon. ❜
  • ❛  you left me here alone. ❜
  • ❛  i feel the pressure blowing up. ❜
  • ❛  my big mistake was showing up. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t help but yearn for a different time. ❜
  • ❛  is there a sadder sight?… ❜
  • ❛  this is a heinous night. ❜
  • ❛  god, he’s/she’s/they’re such a loser. ❜
  • ❛  awesome party, i’m so glad i came. ❜

THE SMARTPHONE HOUR (RICH SET A FIRE)

  • ❛  omg, answer me! ❜
  • ❛  did you see ____? ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’ve gotta learn to handle his/her/their high, shouldn’t drink so much for a small guy/girl/person. ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they wasn’t drunk. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t blame the things he/she/they did on alcohol. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t want to relive it all. ❜
  • ❛  do you want me to tell you? ❜
  • ❛  i’ll tel you ’cause you are my closest friend. ❜
  • ❛  ___ set a fire and he/she/they burned down the house. ❜
  • ❛  i thought i was dreaming. ❜
  • ❛  i’m sorry that ___ made out with me but it was totally his/her/their fault and let’s not like boys/girls/people come between us again, okay? ❜
  • ❛  i was crying. ❜
  • ❛  he’s/she’s/they’ve gotta learn to not really smoke a lot, he/she/they shouldn’t get so high for a tiny guy/girl/person. ❜
  • ❛  he/she/they wasn’t high. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t blame the things he/she/they did on pot. ❜
  • ❛  go spread the word. ❜
  • ❛  i meant fucked. ❜
  • ❛  sorry, that’s just my autocorrect. ❜

THE PITIFUL CHILDREN

  • ❛  you were always quite the loser. ❜
  • ❛  all your peers are just so in complete. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t see it but they’re all in pain. ❜
  • ❛  let’s complete the change and get inside their brains. ❜
  • ❛  let’s save the pitiful children. ❜
  • ❛  let’s teach the pitiful children who haven’t a clue just what to do. ❜
  • ❛  help them to help you. ❜
  • ❛  let’s save the pitiful children. ❜
  • ❛  can you see the vision clearly? ❜
  • ❛  gone is human error and fear. ❜
  • ❛  everything about us is going to be cool when we rule. ❜

THE PANTS SONG

  • ❛  ___ is in big, bad trouble right now. ❜
  • ❛  i’ve gotta help him/her/them somehow. ❜
  • ❛  i don’t know what he/she/they wants. ❜
  • ❛  i know what he/she/they needs. ❜
  • ❛  situation is grave, now’s the time to be brave. ❜
  • ❛  i’m going to finally make that climb. ❜
  • ❛  when you love somebody, you put your pants on for them. ❜
  • ❛  i need you. ❜
  • ❛  i know you know all the rules. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not what he/she/they wants. ❜
  • ❛  you’re just what he/she/they needs. ❜
  • ❛  just suck it up and go. ❜
  • ❛  if the fight gets bloody, just keep pushing through until the pain is gone. ❜
  • ❛  you drive a hard bargain. ❜

THE PLAY

  • ❛  you have to really transform into a zombie. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t let anyone drink from that beaker. ❜
  • ❛  up up, down down, left right, a. ❜
  • ❛  i can’t let you do that. ❜
  • ❛  i have to stop you from ruining my big night. ❜
  • ❛  you’re going to SQUIP the whole cast. ❜
  • ❛  that’s not what i wanted. ❜
  • ❛  it’s the only way to achieve what you want. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll fight back. ❜
  • ❛  ___ makes an entrance. ❜
  • ❛  i even brought my own refreshments. ❜
  • ❛  told you i did my research. ❜
  • ❛  i’m living the upgrade. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not mad you broke my heart and slept with my best friend. ❜
  • ❛  i’m not mad you dated my best friend and wouldn’t sleep with me. ❜
  • ❛  why was i so jealous of you? ❜
  • ❛  you were jealous of me?. ❜
  • ❛  how are we supposed to get passed them? ❜
  • ❛  i know what you’re doing. ❜
  • ❛  you don’t want to drink that. ❜
  • ❛  you’ll never be with her/him/them. ❜
  • ❛  you are the person i want to be with every day. ❜
  • ❛  this is something that i’ve been afraid to say… ❜
  • ❛  i love you. ❜
  • ❛  that’s what i promised. ❜

VOICES IN MY HEAD

  • ❛  you’ve gotta buy her/him/them a rose. ❜
  • ❛  say you appreciate that she’s/he’s/they’re smart. ❜
  • ❛  you tell her/him/them that she/he/they excite you sexually. ❜
  • ❛  trust me, i know how it’s gonna go. ❜
  • ❛  there are voices in my ear. ❜
  • ❛  might still have voices in my head but now they’re the normal kind. ❜
  • ❛  just summon strength from within. ❜
  • ❛  don’t get hung up on your skin. ❜
  • ❛  she/he/they probably thinks that acne is hot. ❜
  • ❛  i’ll throw you a rope, home slice, if you need some dope advice. ❜
  • ❛  march on over and give her/him/them a shot. ❜
  • ❛  trust me, you’ll see. it’ll go perfectly if you listen to me. ❜
  • ❛  there are voices all around. ❜
  • ❛  it’s embarrassing to find out that deep down i just want things to be easy. ❜
  • ❛  just say what’s on your mind. ❜
  • ❛  lunch? just the two of us? ❜
  • ❛  me and the voices in my head have made up our collective minds. ❜
  • ❛  i think that all of us want to go out with you. ❜
  • ❛  of the voices in my head, the loudest one is mine. ❜
  • ❛  you can’t get rid of me that easily. ❜
all life is strange ship prompts

Most of these prompts I’ve basically discarded or they’ve already been written, but I have many prompt ideas so here’s small little ideas for you guys (Sorry, I’m Pricefield trash so there’s a ton of those, but please send me your story so I can read them if you do use one of these ideas please because I like reading new life is strange fanfics):

Pricefield:
- “We experimented over wine-tasting sessions as kids, but now we’re adults meeting each other for the first time in five years and oh my god is that sexual tension between us?”
- “I’m terrified of men because of something that happened in the past, and Rachel and Chloe are trying to make me feel comfortable with Warren but I’m slowly realizing that it’s not Warren that my eyes have been focused on.”
- “Warren keeps asking me to the drive-in so I asked my best friend Chloe for advice, so now we’re fake dating but I think I’m really getting used to this idea.”
- “This punk girl keeps on coming to the homeless shelter at the same time each week purchasing a shit ton of water bottles, canned chili, and loaves of bread with money that comes from God-knows-where but holy shit, she’s actually royalty whose parents are trying to keep her name under wraps.”
- “I recited one of my poems at a poetry slam about my childhood best friend, turns out she was there listening to my every word and now I’m humiliated.”
- “I dared Max to kiss me, but her nose started bleeding and I can tell she’s rewinded more than once and she just told me not to pull back because apparently, that’s what’s going to happen.”
- “Max and I are at her Seattle home, and I just discovered a treehouse her Dad built for her. I’m sorry, Ryan, I’m using this opportunity alone with your daughter to try and seduce her.”


Marshfield:
- “One of the pieces you played on the violin is something I recognized, and you anonymously (even though I know it was you) slid a tape under the door of that piece on Valentines day.”
- “It started raining on our tea date, so we ran inside the cafe with our clothes dripping wet but wow, Kate, you’re so cute with your hair pulled out of the bun.”
- “Max has been taking photos for the children’s book I’m writing and one of the photos she took was of the sunset with a sweet quote on it and I think I’m blushing.”
- “We decided to skip class, and we went to the park with Alice in the middle of the day and wow, Max’s smile is so beautiful. Am I really thinking this?”
- “After Max saved me off that rooftop, all I’ve been thinking about is how much she’s supported me over the past month and a half she’s known me and according to google, I have a crush on Max.”


Chasefield:
- “I’ve been talking to this girl online and turns out, she’s just like me and I’m starting to dig her. Turns out when I meet her, she’s one of the girls I personally resent.”
- “I ended up saving your ass from getting eaten by a crocodile while we’re camping but I still hate you. Okay, so maybe that’s not the case. What’s it to you?”
- “Even though you’re trouble, you still invited me to your celebration banquet after getting one of your photos in your parents gallery and we seem to get along just fine when we genuinely talk to each other. Wait, are you flirting with me now?”
- “We accidentally hooked up in the middle of a party involving a shit ton of alcohol and now I’m trying to figure out how to approach you about it. Turns out, you were pretty sober during the party and you weren’t exactly rejecting my advances.”
- “You were holding my arms while I rewinded to try and erase the argument we just had, but turns out my rewind power doesn’t work on you, and now you’re freaking out asking me what the fuck is going on but at least we’re on good terms now, right? I’m now this God-like person to you, and now you’re scared yet intrigued by me.”

Grahamfield:
- “So maybe the drive-in didn’t help us progress in our relationship, but we definitely managed to hook up after an experiment gone wrong.”
- “We’re graduating out of Blackwell Academy, and I didn’t expect to blush furiously and freeze onstage when you blew a kiss in my direction.”
- “I’m tutoring you in chemistry since you’re not doing too great in it, turns out there’s only one type of chemistry you’re interested in.”
- “I fell asleep in your dorm room during a movie marathon of Harry Potter, and I woke up to you staring at me affectionately and I’m 95% sure I’m drooling.”
- “You convinced me to head to Comic Con with you, but you’re the only one cosplaying while I’m taking a ton of pictures of your nerdy self. I think this side of you is kind of cute.”


Chaseprice:
- “I ended up blackmailing Victoria after she pulled some shit on my best friend Max, so now she’s willing to do anything I say. And I mean anything.”
- “It’s prom night, and since Nathan hates prom, I’m stuck with the single group of people which includes Chloe in a tux and wow is it getting hot in here?”
- “Stop bothering me by coming up to my dorm room and knocking on it. Oh wait, you’re actually dropping off flowers this time?”
- “Nathan, I know this is gonna sound weird but I think the blue haired girl I keep on seeing around Blackwell putting up those Rachel Amber posters is really hot. How do I approach her?”
- “Chloe keeps on pranking me, turns out she doesn’t know how to express her feelings towards me.”


Ambrice:
- “At the lighthouse, I was thinking about ending my life when you came up behind me and started a conversation with me about something stupid, but you fucking saved my life.”
- “We nearly got busted for smoking pot in the parking lot of a restaurant, but it’s okay because we were making out the majority of the time so that’s partly why I didn’t notice.”
- “After getting really high together, both of us almost got hit by a car when we realized it was parked and now we’re making out against said car.”
- “We’re at a party together playing truth or dare and someone just dared me to kiss you but wow, that’s not going to be the first time I’m going to kiss you.”
- “Both of us end up in Los Angeles, and I’m not sure what is going on but I think you’ve been more touchy-feely this trip than throughout our entire friendship.”


Caulscott (Max/Nathan):

- “I’m starting to get obsessed with this version of you because you’re changing from snoopy nerd into this untouchable badass within this entire week.”
- “After you overheard of my situation with Mr. Jefferson on accident, you secretly called the police and arrested him and I’ve never felt so relieved and happy in my life.”
- “You visited me in the hospital and gave me a hug, and instead my heart is going out to you because you really do seem to care even though I give you so much shit in school.”
- “Max has been reluctantly taking care of me while I’ve been sick since Victoria can’t do it because she’s been out of town visiting family, but she’s been so sweet to me so I don’t mind the arrangement.”
- “I recognized Nathan at the aquarium spending the majority of the time with the whales, and there was this big cheesy smile on his face that immediately grabbed my attention. Now that I’m noticing it, this is my first time seeing Nathan smile…and it’s nice.”


Chasescott:
- “Victoria keeps telling me to find a girlfriend, but is she not getting the fact that I want to date her instead? Sheesh.”
- “Both of us don’t ever bring up about how we discussed marrying each other in middle school until we both got really high together and ended up talking about that.”
- “My Dad mistakes Victoria for my girlfriend, and when she vehemently denies, for some reason, I feel upset over it and correct her surprising Victoria and myself.”
- “We’re playing Laser Tag together one night but you kissed me out of nowhere in the middle of the game, and what the fuck is our relationship now? Are we best friends? Lovers?”
- “When she asked what my type was, I accidentally made it obvious that she was my type and now she’s giving me a funny look but it doesn’t seem to be a bad look either.”


Grahamscott (Nathan/Warren):
- “You were in the locker room getting dressed, and WOW I just noticed your six pack. Why am I thinking so much over this?”
- “You’ve changed from nerdy boy to hardass, and for some reason, that’s my type? I think I’m starting to get curious about you now.”
- “We ran into each other in a gay bar, and I’ve never seen both of us look so ashamed and embarrassed in my life.”
- “I ended up in the hospital due to a really bad car accident, and you were the first person I woke up to. Apparently you slept by my bedside and didn’t leave my side once.”
- “I’ve been talking to him on grindr, but he doesn’t know that I have a crush on him. Yet.”


Hellalujah (Kate/Chloe):
- “You came up to me on campus and invited me to your Church group. Instead of being interested in that, now I’m interested in you.”
- “Alice seemed to have gotten out again and it’s raining, but the only person whose around to help is me. You’ve been coming over everyday after school after discovering I’m sick because of that to make me soup and cheer me up whoops did I mention I’m starting to have feelings for you?”
- “You’re the type of person I want to be: Free to make any decision I want, and finally I’m given that opportunity when you and I decide to smoke weed together in private and now I’m feeling pretty good about everything and you.”
- “I’m in cultural anthropology and we’re in a heated discussion about opposites attracting, yet you’re telling me they don’t but I’m going to prove to you they do.”


Amberpricefield:
- “Chloe tried to make Max breakfast since it’s her birthday and Chloe totally fucked up and burnt all the food so now we’re eating burnt toast but it’s whatever, we love Chloe anyway.”
- “I just walked in on Chloe and Rachel hooking up which got awkward really fast, and I told them to continue and I guess I joined in.”
- “We’re roadtripping but Chloe gets lost and we end up staying the night in a cabin since we’re nearby a campsite when I confess that I’ve never been kissed and both girls end up fighting over kissing me.”
- “We’re at a Halsey concert and they’re playing our song whenever both of us realize how Max is more than ready for the mosh pit.”


Pricemarshfield:

- “We decided to go food shopping, and Chloe keeps on throwing junk food into the basket but Kate keeps on putting the junk food back in when Max isn’t looking.”
- “Both me and Max come out to Kate about our relationship when she admits that she’s always been a little bicurious herself. A joke about that quickly turns serious.”
- “I just took down Kate’s viral video by going into Victoria’s youtube account, and turns out after watching it, Kate kissed a wasted Chloe. But Kate ends up being so relieved she kisses me too? So now she’s held responsible for both of us.”
- “Max brought us to the zoo and she’s torn between me wanting to see the insect exhibit and Kate wanting to stay where she is because Kate really dislikes insects so Max decides to compensate for the entire party by coming up with an idea all of us will enjoy.”


Bonus:
Frank-N-Beans:

- “As a kid, I used to hate beans but whatever these beans are, they’ve gotten me addicted to beans and now my nickname is Frank-N-Beans.”



Do I Wanna Know?

Hello!! So this is a Negan/You super short thing I wanted to write for quite a while now, basically since I found out Negan was a cheater.

Summary: Pre-ZA, a call from Negan’s wife stirs up trouble. Angst galore. No smut(I know, I can’t believe it either). Also, this takes place long before Lucille’s cancer diagnosis.

Warnings: strong language, cheating, Negan being an asshole.

Word count: 927

Negan rolled off you with a satisfied groan, a sheen of sweat glistening on his toned body. You struggled to catch your breath. “Wow, that was…”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, I know,” he bellowed. “I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join me for round number fucking two?” he asked with a mischievous grin, sitting up on the four-poster bed.

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Title: It’s All a Farce, Right? - Kidge Week 2017 Day 4 Prompt Fill
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keidge
Summary:Lance has too much faith in his teammates. Pidge and Keith are oblivious to their own feelings.
Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: Had other obligations that from prevented me from getting this out on the right day. I should be able to get day 5 and 6 uploaded tomorrow though.

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Not a request, but just something that had been floating around in my head for a few days.

PETE DUNNE X READER + FRIENDSHIP WITH TRENT SEVEN AND TYLER BATE.

You’re best friends with British Strong Style (Trent Seven, Tyler Bates, and Pete Dunne). You met on the UK independent scene years ago, you all had similar in-ring styles, you were even known as the Bitch of Strong Style (which you secretly loved) and now the four of you are now signed to NXT. The only downside? You now have to work for your father, William Regal. Things get a little difficult between you and your father and you’re surprised by which of your friends sticks up for you… and why.


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