i wish she had a last name so i could tag her properly

Conclusion: Manhell destroyed Supergirl in every sense

Karolsen: thrown to garbage first thing after Momo’s arrival

Kara: just to prop his ass, Kara lost her personality completely, around him. She was saying all the girl power things one moment and the next she was taking them back. 

She was emotionally manipulated, emotionally abused, chocked, yelled at, disrespected, told she was selfish, diminished in every chance. The powerful woman, became a whinny brat after a while, every single mentoring Cat has given to her, flew out of the window, her maturity dropped to dangerous lows. 

The finale also proved to be the worst of episodes for Kara’s character. 

1. The world was ending and she had a sex dream (most out of character all through season, she didn’t dream of her family, she didn’t dream of her friends, nor the world’s doom, not of Krypton, NOTHING, she just had a sex dream. Dreams are supposed to be a reflection of the most impactful moments of the last hours/days, because it helps the brain to process situations and make decisions. So basically the writers told us that the most impactful moment of Kara, during world’s doom, was being in bed with her useless boyfriend). When she was under the Black Mercy, she dreamt of Krypton, and later explained why she didn’t dream of her friends and family on Earth instead, but I guess getting the D solved all her emotional trauma and baggage, way to go with feminism right? (/sarcasm)

2. Being doubted yet again, by mongoose, and she doesn’t get to stand up for herself, she simply stood there being mansplained by Superman, and mansplaining was the only way for the useless dude to step back. 

3. Her talk with Superman, she mentioned her friends, her family, and the world, as packed categories, It was not Alex, and Kal, it was not J’onn, Winn and James, it was not the people of National City, those who have supported her, they were all unnamed and categorized, but she mentioned Monosclirosis, by his name and alone, at the end to emphasize how much more he meant than anyone else, is her sister important to her anymore? Guess Danvers Sisters ended the moment salMonElla infected her Kryptonian blood cells.

4. Instead of taking Alex as her support at the fight, she took the useless frat boy, in what AU Alex would let her sister go without her, in what AU Kara would not ask her sister to go with her! 

5. The fact that she had to tell him to go help the people, and not him telling her something like “I trust you with this, I’m going down there to help” (which would actually be fucking heroic), she had for the nth time to play babysitter for yawn-hell.

6. The “I don’t kill” policy of Supergirl, it has become vague.

7. Kara giving the necklace to fuck-hell, the one thing she had from her mother, the one thing that last season she asked Alex to keep it safe for her until she is back, and Alex gave it back the moment her sister was safe. 

8. Saying that man-pain has made her happy…erasing an entire season, of her being frustrated with him, about his lying ass, his disrespect of her and her wishes, and everything in between. 

9. The first time she fell in love? So she forgot, her being jealous of Lucy because she would be jealous of anyone James loved.   

Literally every character in the show was dumped down to prop the fuckboy.

Most notably Alex freaking Danvers, a literal genius, couldn’t figure out her father had a bionic arm, emotions doesn’t cloud your Doctor skills, not to mentions a trained agent who can trick a lie detector, couldn’t even follow normal protocol and have her father checked properly. 

Same with J’onn in the same episode, the freaking director of the DEO had to be told by Man-elaria how to do his job which he didn’t do in the end. And all of that because he had to be in every fucking episode and behind every fucking storyline. 

Every single character was sidelined for his manpain, and supposed hero journey. 

James went to war and never came back, Alex’s screentime dropped as much as to have literal 10 seconds of screentime in one of the epsiodes, Alex the freaking Co-lead of s1. J’onn dropped dramatically, though that was also partly because of his Hank screen time. I wont even try to talk about Maggie, did she even existed? She could have been part of SO MANY PLOTS but nope they had to prop the useless piece of Daxam dirt. 

M’gann, though a guest, she could have been SO MUCH, such a true hero. Again sacrificed because there was no time for anyone but Wrong-hell.

Every single character used to convince Kara and the audience of what a good guy he is.

Alex being the MOST OOC of all pushing Kara into accepting a relationship with him. 

J’onn accepting Bor-el’s stupid ideas as correct and following through. 

fucking Superman: you much be a great guy if Kara dates you.

James: throwing shade one time, then the next saying that he is a fun guy. 

Winn befriending him, only to explain to him everything that Kara was trying to say all along but the personification of privileged asshole, wouldn’t accept until another guy told him.  

At least my child Maggie was so done with his bullshit.

Also the Piss of Daxam, had blatantly whitesplain to both James and Maggie.

And last but no least, and maybe the most important of all

screen time…because of how much he got (and let me tell you it was A LOT) characters like James and Maggie suffered the most. 

Results, a season unwatchable, a complete erasure of what was season one. And actors being demoted to guests from regulars because of the lack of screentime the network was willing to give them.

Kara suffered

Karolsen ended

James suffered 

Alex and J’onn barely used 

Maggie demoted 

sanvers suffering 

actual plot non-existent 

Manhell destroyed Supergirl, and if he is going to come back and take all the screentime again, I doubt s3 will be watchable. 

Better Off As Lovers (Philip x Reader)

Request: hi! could you maybe do a Phillip x Reader where the reader is the daughter of Jefferson or Burr, and either their parents catch them together? that’d be great!

TW: alcohol, allusions to sex

A/N: I know I didn’t follow the request exactly, but I already have something like it right here.


You smiled at the guests at the other guests at the ball. Your skirt swooshed as you made your way through the winding crowds. You finally make your way out of the crowd and sit in the garden, drinking your glass of chardonnay. You hated that your father made you go to these stupid balls with him. Ever since he started working under President Washington, then Adams, you had been forced to go to these balls that you dreaded. You were his only living family, so you really didn’t have a choice.

A man walked over and sat next to you, downing the contents in his glass as he did so. “I’m sorry-” he looked at you- “I didn’t realize that I would run into such a beautiful woman out here.”

You smiled slightly. “Quite the charmer. What’s your name?”

“Philip Hamilton.”

You nodded slightly. “(Y/N) Jefferson. I’ve heard quite a bit about your father.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard much about yours, too. May I ask why you’re here with him instead of his wife?”

You looked down. “She died when I was young. It’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He reached out to touch your shoulder, but you turned away.

“Save your apologies. I’m sick of them.”

He remained quiet, just staring at you.

You took a deep breath and attempted to change the subject. “I assume that you’re here, so your father can show you what it’s like to be a big government man.”

He nodded frantically. “I hope to be as successful as he is.”

The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. There seemed to have been nothing to say. You both know that there is no use flirting because your fathers would tear you apart, yet that’s all you want to do. You never knew how to feel comfortable with someone else until this moment. All your life you had been surrounded by government men or people your father tried to set you up with. Nothing had been this intimate. This unscripted.

“Your father doesn’t know you’re here,” you commented.

“How did you know?”

You shrugged. “You would have left by now.”


That was months ago. You thought that would have been the last interaction you had with the Hamilton, but now…

You lie in his bed, resting your head on his bare chest, as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I should probably head home; my father will be home soon,” you whisper, making no effort to move.

He kisses the top of your head. “I suppose.”

Neither of you moves, afraid to break this perfect moment. Slowly, though, you untangle yourself from him and grab your dress from the floor. He stands up and helps you tie your corset before kissing you and helping you out.

You make your way through town, stopping at a few stores to get the ink your dad told you to get.

You slowly push open the heavy door. “Father?” You open the door to his office, looking for him. Seeing no sign of him, you leave the ink on his desk and head up to your room, wishing you could be with Philip again. One of your maids knocks on your door. “Ms. Jefferson, you were out quite a long time to get ink.”

You laugh slightly. “You know I always make more than one stop.”

She shakes her head slightly. “Well, that doesn’t excuse your wrinkled dress, and what happened to the corset?” She starts helping you undress, so she can properly look at what happened to your clothing. “You were with that boy again, weren’t you?”

You smile, as your cheeks turn pink. You change into the slip she gave you.

She sets the dress on your bed and looks at you. “Your father will have a cow when he finds out.”

You rush over to her. “No, he can’t know. I love Philip too much for father to find out.”

Just as you finish your sentence, your father walks in. “What am I not supposed to know?”

Your maid thinks of an excuse quickly. “That she ruined yet another corset.” She quickly walks out, while your father stares at you.


You look down. “I’m sorry, father. I was taking a walk after I got your ink, and it got caught on a branch.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep doing this (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-”

“You’re getting married Thursday.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “No! You can’t do that! I’m in love! You can’t just marry me off to a man who I can’t love!”

He stares at you. His tone becomes deadly serious. “You’re in love?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes. I am in love.”

“Who is he?”

You look down. “Philip.”


“Yes, father.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. My daughter, in love with a Hamilton. Do you not realize what he is capable of?”

You give him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Do you not remember the pamphlet from his father a few years ago?”

“Philip’s not like that!” You turn to leave, but your father closes the door.

“But he could be! I’m not letting you see him anymore! You will not get your heart broken by him. Listen, Mr. Eacker is in the parlor, and I expect you to get dressed and be on your best behavior.” He leaves you alone and sends your maid back in.

“Ms. Jefferson?” She sits next to you as you start sobbing.

“He-he’s making me marry Eacker.”

She pulls you into a hug. “Not if I can help.”

Toxic Love

Part Five (1,500 words)

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Pairings: ReaderxJensen, JensenxDanneel, JaredxGen

Warnings: Jealously, cheating

Summary: Jared organises a night out not knowing what’s going on and things get pretty heated.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Oh, c'mon!“ Jared was currently following you around set, barely ever two steps behind you as he continued to beg.

“No way Jar.” You shock your head, a slight chuckle escaping you. He had persistence, you had to give it to him.

“Please!” He threw his arms up in exclamation, his eyes huge in a way to persuade you.

“Those Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes have no effect on me Padalecki.” Despite what you said he stopped you dead in your tracks, his hands on your shoulders as he knelt down to you height causing you to shake your head. “Still not happening.” 

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Why representation matters

The moment you realise each year has been defined by an otp, their ups and downs and you learned so much from it that it changed your life forever:

2013: S.S Endurance
2014: Ellie & Riley | Korrasami
2015: Pricefield
2016: My own life!
2017: Sanvers

I know these ships are all f/f but believe me, each of these has been the reason I could get further into understanding myself.

Lara Croft has been my fave female character when I was a kid and teen; she was the coolest; a tomboy, an adventurer with plenty of skills, making a name for herself without the need of anyone else tagging along. Her relationship with Sam in the reboot was the reason I started feeling that “shit, all these things I’ve felt before - maybe I’ve been lying to myself all this time…maybe I’m not straight at all…but how do you define not caring about people’s genders and falling for the person and personality instead?”

Ellie Williams was further proof girls could be powerful and meaningful on their own. She survives the apocalypse, is a 14 yo badass and she inspired me to always fight for what I felt was right - my calling in life. Even if it didn’t happen in the end! And her story with Riley brought me joy and tears alike, knowing how much they meant for one another but also, how it never made it a big deal of their sexuality because the feelings and subtle gestures were all making their affection for one another clear from the start. Ellie and Lara were also the reason I became an archer.

Korrasami was going hand-in-hand with me accepting my sexuality. I saw these two badass ladies do all these amazing things and ultimately, even after years of waiting, they could let their life start properly and together. Asami didn’t stop caring about Korra when she was broken and needed healing - she gave her time, patience and when Korra felt better, they could start as if they never separated in the first place. It was so inspiring… I cried for days about the ending. It has changed my life for the better forever. I knew that things could sometimes take time, that not all starts were flawless and full of joy and also, that two women together were a force to be reckoned with.

Pricefield saved my life in a way, giving me a fandom and friends to love deeply…man, I’ll never be able to express how much their story, the depth of it all, means to me. It came to define the best part of my life, which by the way started with me wishing to drop out of Uni and almost ending that way too. Their story, love and determination is what had me pushing. For a while, Life is Strange was the only thing but ultimately, it led me to friends so dear and a relationship with a woman so wonderful I’ll never, ever, know how I came to deserve that. I just know it allowed me to take risks and steps toward my own happiness, ultimately the best months of my life, and my coming out to my parents. This ship was also the reason I seriously pushed myself to draw more and become a better human artist!

And now, Sanvers is happening. Supergirl is creating a healthy, realistic relationship between two adult women and their nearest and dearest. It is giving a valid reflection of how people feel in these situations, both Kara and Alex + Maggie alike and my god, I’ve never recognised myself in any series more than I have in this one. I love it more than I can express and I’m just so happy kids get to grow up knowing the values and love that stand as a base for this show.

I’ll be honest: I know that romance and/or being in a relationship isn’t for everyone. I don’t want this post to be gaycentric or anything. What I mean is; representation in media is so, so important! No matter if it touches upon sexuality, mental issues, gender identities, family problems or introduces a variety of dynamic characters of different skin colour, ethnicity and religion or the lack thereof. It’s important to show that everyone is different, that there isn’t a mold that we all need to fit. So many teens get to grow up finding themselves in popular media more and more often - but it’s still far from perfect. However, we are perfect just as we are and we shouldn’t need to feel pressured to be somebody else just because that’s what the world likes to watch on TV.

Tropes are an issue. Lack of variety in shows is another. Ace/aro characters are barely anywhere to be found and neurodivergent people are made to look like some freaky monsters while in reality being just as awesome, important and caring as the neurotypicals - just needing understanding from people who don’t feel or struggle the way they do!

Representation, guys. It matters. Proper representation saves lifes. It gives people hopes when they can’t make their lives better at the point in time. It helps them understand themselves. It educates people about people if done well!

Fucking sprinkle that stuff everywhere, it doesn’t hurt the media - it makes it popular and loved.

And if you read it all - thank you for taking the time

Hitch a Ride Part 2. (Katlaska) - Vixen

So Im not sure if anyone other than me really wanted a sequel to Hitch a Ride (which you can find here) but  I really love this fic tbh, its one of my favourites. Id like to give a shout-out to Boleyn, who sent me the loveliest message which completely inspired me and brought me out my little funk. You prompted me to write a fic for Vixen, and this is it really. As always, let me know what you think either here or on my sideblog. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it -Vixen.

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Avenging Angel: Part 33

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Slight Dom!Sam dirty talk

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba remember a few weeks ago when I was writing about Sam and dirty talk? Well, this was it. I figure it’s only fair that I post this today, after that gif you tagged me in this morning ;)

Avenging Angel Series Masterlist

“No.” Your father’s firm voice rang through the house. Curious, you put down your dolls and crept towards the stairs.

“Kemuny, this could be the one—“

“The one that could kill her! Victoria, we are done doing this. This discussion is closed.” As you peered around the corner, you saw your daddy standing up straight and resolute. He was never this serious. Whatever was going on between mommy and daddy must be very important. “We made our decision. I don’t care what that ass of a shifter says. We’re done. It’s for her safety. Our daughter’s safety.”

Mommy frowned. “But after everything we’ve done, this could—“

“Exactly. After everything we’ve done. She’s our daughter, not a petri dish.”


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Cheating series: Yoosung x Mc [Part 4: Saeyoung Ending]

Sooo guys! Seven’s ending is here! You wonder why I use both Seven and his real name Saeyoung? That’s because he’s most known as Seven or 707, but depends on situation, I use his real name because he wants it (if you played his route, you know it right?)

Tagging @lennyloekyto because she doesn’t want to miss any updates lol. Such a cutie <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Yoosung Ending

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Seven’s POV:

“I will talk to him, Seven.”

MC said, her voice weak and hoarse from all the crying. At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel my heart broken into pieces like a shattered glasses. She would probably forgive Yoosung and come back to him since she wanted to talk to him. She was too nice of a person. Honestly, Yoosung didn’t deserve her. Why? Because he was just an innocent college student, he depended on her too much while taking her love for granted. He cheated on her with another woman that looked like Rika. Sure Rika was an important person for creating RFA, but that fact had changed ever since I found out the truth about Mint Eye. Right now, all I wanted was to take her into my arms and protect her from all harms. Last night when I came to Rika’s apartment, she was crying so much she couldn’t even speak properly, but I knew that she needed a shoulder to lean on. She was so vulnerable that I couldn’t just leave her alone. A part of me hate Yoosung for hurting MC, for breaking her heart. I wished I could be the person who can heal her wound. Hesitating for a moment, I nodded and went to open the gate for Yoosung. ‘This is the end, isn’t it? It’ll all be over once she’s done talking with him’. I thought to myself as he walked in, sadness was the only thing I could see on his face.

“I’ll leave you two alone then.”

I said then turned on my heels to return to my dark and small room where I could hide my true self. I put on my headphones to block out all the sounds. I didn’t work on my current task. Instead, I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes, recalled all the messages I exchanged with MC. I sighed ‘Haah…She would never choose me right? There was never a chance for me’. Little did I know, my wish was about to come true.

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You are mine

Originally posted by frentique

Originally posted by jonmoxlcy

Jeremiah Crane/ OC for: @pyschoticsexpot

Request: Lucha Underground with Jeremiah. He thinks he’s in love with Catrina but his true soul mate is Snow Iero (OC). 5'9, White hair, Ice blue eyes. A lot darker than Catrina could ever be.

Warnings: PG-13 Slightly dark in the sense that there is mentions of blood, sex, and curse words.

Do you know how sick it is to hear the person that you are completely in love with go fully insane over another woman? Hear them talk about every perfection they have. How they find the person’s demeanor enticing and having to hear what they would like to do to them? It’s fucked up. COMPLETELY fucked up.

Catrina is so beautiful.

Catrina has such a great body.

Catrina is so dominating. You think she is like that in bed too?

God what I would do to have her tongue lick every inch-

“Shut the fuck up Jeremiah” I was seething day after day I had to hear the same shit! What does he see in her anyways? She is weak. She had nothing on me. For fuck sakes I’m his soul mate! Jeremiah Crane is mine. Not hers! Will never be hers or anyone else. He was going to find that out real soon because if one thing is for sure Snow Iero is not someone you should fuck with.

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+masterlist +mobile masterlist +shine masterpost

parts; (one)

summary: in which you fall in love with a prince that has already fallen for someone else.

word count: 1,373

warnings: none

author’s note: track the tag crowns ft calum for updates!!

“Your highness,” You hear a voice rocking you out of your well-deserved sleep. “Princess, wake up,” You groan in annoyance, covering your face with your noticeably cold hands. The voice you recognized as Clarke, one of your maids, kept repeating the same words like a mantra. “Your highness, it’s almost one in the afternoon,”

Once again, you let a distraught sound leave your lips as you finally get the energy to sit up and open your eyes, feeling the sore muscles around your neck react at the sudden movement. You were still on the lounge chair you sat on last night, but with a blanket lazily draping off your body. The sky was clear, yet the Sydney weather was colder than the usual temperature. You didn’t really remember the events last night, except for the parts with loud, obnoxious celebrities and a red-head streaking around your living room, so you didn’t exactly know why you found yourself sleeping on something else rather than your bed.

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Two Prompt One-Shot #44

Prompt: She loved him and he loved her, but it wasn’t that simple. 
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 710
Warnings: Angst. Drinking. 

A/N: For one of Angelina’s (@atc74) celebrations, I offered two followers of her choosing the picks for my next two 2P1S fics. This was a pick by @arryn-nyx! I changed the prompt a little bit to fit where I wanted to put it in the story. Enjoy!

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I’ll Never Leave You. - Bucky x Reader

(Prompt list)

From : @aweways
prompt 3, 25, 27 with bucky? <33

3 – “Don’t cry.”
25 – “Just please listen to me.”
27 -  “Are you still awake?”

Warnings - angsty? Dead family relative, swearing, crying (Reader and Bucky), cuddling, subtle mention of suicide, kissing, fluff at the end!

Originally posted by godtheskylookssad

Summary - You find out a family member had been killed by HYDRA. You get incredibly scared and over think, thinking now that everyone will leave you to live alone but Bucky makes sure that you know that isn’t true.

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{1} Bittersweet (Hercules Mulligan X Reader X Alexander Hamilton)

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan + slight Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Concept: You are a nurse in the Revolutionary War, and you find out that you are low on vinegar to disinfect the nursing tents. Washington tells you to go with Hercules and sneak into the one of the close-by British camps to steal some of their supplies, against your obligations.

Reader Gender: Female

Notes: ((it was so hard to pick who to pair in this like honestly i could fit anyone in this)) lets pretend that vinegar was super important, a lot of it together is flammable, Samuel Gay was treated to a clinic ((real person search her up)), and every bandage/cloth was white. As I was writing this I kinda accidentally made Alexander a love interest so um whoops :/ The whole thing is too long so it’s in two parts

Warnings: Mentions of war, blood, deep wounds, cursing, foul thoughts, and repetitive bittersweet endings.

Your eyes flared when yet another wounded man entered your tent, arms sprawled on a stretcher as his friends brought him in. It’s been twelve hours since you have even stepped out of the stuffy tent, so you didn’t know the kind of shit the Lobsters were throwing at you currently. Telling by the wounds of the soldiers and the cries from their pain, you could only deduct that it was something the army was not expecting.

“Miss (Last Name), I think we lost Mr. Gay.” said your frightened matron as she approached you from behind. You bit back your sorrows and looked up from applying a splint around a young man’s swollen leg, his eyes clouded with pain but also grateful for your service. At the news of Mr. Gay, you were saddened that yet another life taken away due to the scarcity of medical help, such a bittersweet reason for an innocent soul to be lost.

“Are you completely sure? Have you checked his pulse the best you could?” you tried to reason, eyes occasionally looking up from your work. Anne, the only matron in the whole camp, looked around before leaning towards you.

“Miss (Last Name), what has worried me is that Mr. Samuel Gay is in fact a woman. I was, er, trying to disinfect the upper leg wound when I have made my discovery.” Your eyes widened as the words went through your ears. Women were shunned when they tried to join the Continental Army, so many started cross-dressing to get in. You had a few friends disguised as men in the front lines, but something about a woman dying for a man’s cause was so…


Pushing down your overflowing emotions once more, you directed your matron of another set of orders. “Anne darling, just care for the ones coming in now. Ask Mary to clean up a spot for the wounded who are waiting for a place to rest.” You began to jog towards another patient, who was quietly sobbing in pain as he laid on a bloodied cot. You tied a cloth around your mouth to pitifully protect yourself from the reeking diseases as you began to quickly take off his clothing with expertise. Anne followed close behind, watching you at work.

“What about for Mr. Gay?” You took a small knife and cut into the jacket, cursing as the damned thing wouldn’t come off. Looks like the tailors were going to be busy as well in the terms of uniforms.

“For now, disinfect her body and wrap it in her bed cloth. Disinfect the cot as well for new soldiers to come. We are running short on time and space, so simply stow her body far away from the soldiers who have a chance of living and the little buggers looking for an easy snack.“ The words were painful enough to say, as much as how dreadful they were.

Anne gave a terrified nod and quickly scurried to a corner, frantically making it clean to lay down more fallen men and secret women. She called out to Mary, another nurse who was three months into her pregnancy term. You all knew that her child was most likely going to be ridden with problems, due to her working in an environment that smelt of death, blood, and infection. The poor child won’t even know of their father, since the last time the unborn child was the closest to him was when their mother was closing her husband’s eyes one last time. Yet again, another bittersweet moment.

Being a nurse in the Revolutionary War was horrible enough. You were the only one in your line who volunteered to join the cause, and not simply for the money. The other ten (including Anne, who served as the only matron/helper of the nurses, and a male soldier who was currently bleeding to death but knows how to surgically take out a bullet for some reason) were stressed out as well, since you all had over one hundred patients, and only two minutes to save each fragile life given to your team. You were the established main doctor in the makeshift hospital, since you were the only one who studied into the medical field for your whole life and was able to make the heartbreaking decisions.

“It’s going to be alright, Nathanael.” you said to your current patient, reading off his name tag on the collar of his inner shirt. “Just stay strong. Can you describe the pain you are feeling right now?” A shaky and pale hand gestured towards his shoulder, which was bleeding out profusely. You ripped open the cotton to reveal a deep puncture wound, most likely from a bayonet. You cursed and frantically attempted to stop the bloodflow. Applying a small pressure on the wound using a clean bandage, you called over another nurse, Peggy, to take your spot. There was so little time to personally care for each patient, so little time to hear their last will and words.

“Miss (Last Name)! We need your help!” called another nurse. You rushed past a maze of soldiers on cots, flies surround them and the thick stench of despair inevitable. You were sure that there were a number of forever-still bodies in the tent, never to wake up ever again. The only reason they were still in the tent was because their friends refused to face reality.

So bittersweet.

“What is it, Nurse Irving?” you asked the strained woman. Her and Anne were attempting to hold a man down on a cot as he jerked his arms and legs, trying to escape their grasps.

“He refuses to be treated for his wounds! He was caught in a grapeshot, and his friends saved him in time. Yet, he needs medical attention to stop the bloodflow and possible infection.” You wiped your hands on your uniform, desperate for any kind of cleansing from your previous patients. The man was probably going to get infected anyways, due to having no time to properly clean the clinic and your own hands.

“Sir, if you could kindly stop mo-”

“Fuck off! I don’t want to be touched by you whores!” exclaimed the man, every ounce of fight still in him. You ignored his statement and took Anne’s place, shooing her off so she could help the newcomers.

“I know you women come here only to distract the men from their jobs!” the man raged. You were used to all of the comments about being a nurse. Many male soldiers accused the women in the camps that they were there only to sidetrack them, even though many were there to do work and earn money. You ridden any extra thoughts on the bittersweet subject and put your main focus was on getting this man stabilized. You didn’t want to lose another life today, no matter how crappy that person was towards you.

“Sir, stop moving or else you will die!” Irving tried to reason. Great to get right to the point. The man spat out blood on the side of the cot, getting it all over your mucky boots. You didn’t mind this at all, since you had patients do worse to you.

“I don’t want to be treated by you prostitutes! I will only let a man treat me of my battle wounds, as how it should always be.” The man’s voice was getting weaker, and you urged your grip to keep the soldier from resisting. “Sir, you are dying, and I don’t want to lose you.” The man’s now pale lips spat again, but only words came out this time. “I bet that’s what you told your fifth husband here. Yet, he’s off in a soldier’s grave, along with the other eleven you slithered into bed with.” Irving’s eyes turned dark as she loosened her grip on the man. She looked towards you, eyes screaming,  ‘Are you really going to help this dick?’ Your stern and passionate orbs blazed with determination, and you dismissed Irving. Looks like you were going to have to deal with the man alone.

“Go help the others. I got this one.” She simply huffed and swished her nurse attire aside, rushing to treat new patients. You turned your attention to the man, who was now generally weaker from his strong movements and blood loss. Giving a compassionate smile, you began soaking a cloth in water to wash the man’s face. “Sir, you look tired. Please allow me to clean you up as we wait for a male nurse to care for you.” You both knew that there were no male nurses in the whole camp, but you were desperate to heal the trooper. Suddenly, the man pathetically yet harmfully threw his hand at you in a claw-like manner. His dirtied but sharp fingernails swiped down your cheek horizontally, creating a wave of pain to erupt. You yelped out and gingerly placed fingertips where the new set of scratches were, the man now proud of his work.

“Yeah, you little whore. I bet you like it when the loose ones in the barracks treat you like the scum you are. I’m just simply doing their job for them.” You took a deep breath and noticed the man was growing more faint by the second. You quickly sprung to action, ignoring the horrible pain of your own wound. Your only wish was that you wouldn’t start bleeding, or else this would get a lot more complicated.

“Sir, I do not want your last moments to be a memory of hate and injustice towards my friends and I, nor do I want my last memory of you to be as sour. Please, let me attend to you myself.” you pleaded. The man brought his face in a sneer. “Dolly, you don’t even know half the shit I have done. Go back to charging outrageous prices just to hand-wash a breech. If it comes to me dying here, then so be it.” You growled and began washing the man’s face, using your free hand to fight off the resistance of your patient.

“Well, sir, you are not the most stubborn one I have met. Please, let me help you.” You were shocked at yourself when your voice cracked. You had so much faith that you were going to be able to save this man. Anne, who was working near you, looked up at the sound of your voice with sad eyes. She too knew that there was no hope saving him.

At this point, you were starting to slightly hyperventilate. “Anne, fetch me some vinegar. I need to clean him up.” Anne looked up from her cleaning of another patient and shook her small head. “I’m sorry miss, but we are running low on supplies.” You bit back a retort. There was an established rule out that if the patient was obviously not going to get better, then there was no hope left. You forgot about the shortage of all of bandages, herbs, and clean cloths, but that didn’t stop you.

“Anne, please, some vinegar. His abdomen is horribly wounded.” Anne let out a shaky breath and only stared at the patient, eyes wide with sorrow. You looked down and noticed that the man was not fighting anymore. His angry eyes were slightly softer and unblinking. You held your head down and bit your lip.



It was the next day, and you have finally stepped out of the horrid tent. The chaos of the day before diminished, and now all everyone had to do was to bring out the fallen. You were taken aback by how many men you have lost that night, as there were many open cots for new wounded. You kept a straight face as you watched the other soldiers throw Samuel Gay’s body into the wagon like a rag doll, which was to be taken back to the cities for the families to find. There was no name tag on the bitter man you tried to save, as he was emitted to the “UNKNOWN” wagon. Those soldiers were still going to the cities as well, but they were usually unidentified in the end. Such a bittersweet end.

You were grateful when a mess of soldiers came to your station and announced that they can watch their friends. Your team has finally earned a small break, and you were using it to inform the General directly about the shortage of supplies. You and General Washington were somewhat close, seeing as you were usually called to give the insight on how many men were lost in the clinic. Yet, you were quite nervous as you crossed the camp, a few soldiers giving you looks of supremacy. Being a nurse was the most important job, but yet it was looked down upon.

You stood in front of the General’s tent, where most of the battle plans were made. You took a deep breath and called out to the General.

“Sir, this is Head Doctor (Last Name), requesting a meeting with you, sir!” A few men walking by scoffed at your title of “Head Doctor.” That was the official name, but they all resorted to calling you “nurse” or some other insult.

“You have the permission to enter, Miss (Last Name).” You parted the tent flaps to reveal the man behind it all. Beside him was another man, whom you knew as Officer Hamilton. He helped the general out to write letters back to congress and make battle plans, and was widely celebrated for his smart mind. General Washington looked up from a map on a table and gave a kind smile your way, eyes filled with experience and stress.

“Yes, Nurse (Last Name), what do you require?” Hamilton excused himself from the room, staring at the trio of scratches on the side of your face as he walked out. You have forgotten about the marks from yesterday, and only had the time to clean it up to stop infection. He gave a small smile when you noticed his caring eyes, and you looked forward in attention.

“I have some bad news concerning our current status on supplies.” Before you can continue, another man entered the tent. He was noticeably taller than you, and wore a strip of navy cloth around his head. His patriot uniform was ridden with dirt and other substances, while your own nurse uniform was generally clean. The Congress had strict rules on the cleanliness of the nurses, and you struggled to keep that up.

“Sir! Sorry to intrude, but I have some dire news on one of the British camps!” You held back your distaste for the man barging in, and you stood to the side out of courtesy.

“Hercules, please wait outside as I have a talk with our nurse here.” responded Washington in a stern tone. Hercules gave a glance at you in surprise, and stepped out, uttering a meek “sorry” on his way. You gave a small curt smile and took your place in front of the General. You saluted the man stiffly, and you stood at attention.

“At ease, (Name). Honestly, you have more discipline than most of my men.” You relaxed under the general’s words, remembering the man who recently burst in.

“What are your concerns, Nurse (Name)?” You and George have become close enough to use first names, which always gave you a small bump of pride when others listened to your conversations together.

“Well, sir, I have been informed that our supplies on vinegar, bandages, and of the like are dangerously low. I ask for an urgent request to Congress for more necessities.” George looked down in thought.

“I’m sorry, (Name), but we are having complications with another closeby British camp. They have been sabotaging our wagons with supplies from the colonies, which has been going on for the past month. The closest date I can give you is in about three weeks when the letter will be received, and double that for them to reach our camp.Of course, I would have to send out my best horsemen to send the request.” You felt the world crumble at the news. Your team had at least only three days worth of medical supplies if you held back, and that was horrible enough.

“B-but sir! Are you sure we do not have any other way of gaining anything for our patients?”

“Have you tried sending a message to Mr. Albert Whyre? His camp is closer than the main colonies.” You gave a grunt in amusement and crossed your arms, a disappointed smile etched on your face.

“Yes sir, but our apothecary general is shit. He has not returned any of my letters, and my team is running out of supplies and the hope of saving anymore men as we speak. I’m sure someone has informed you about the night before.” The general gave you a confused look. “No, Nurse (Last Name), no one has actually told me. Did something go wrong?” You were shocked at the General’s words. No one, save for your team and a few other soldiers, knew about your own battle that was fought in the clinic?

Before you can respond back with passive rage, Mr. Mulligan poked his head inside the tent, a little more timid this time.

“Um, sir, I apologize for eavesdropping, but I do have a solution to both of our problems.” He looked over to you with hopeful eyes. You probably had the most unwelcoming face, because he quickly reverted his gaze to the General. George beckoned the man in, sitting at a chair that was near his side of the table. “Pray tell, young man.”

Hercules took your previous spot and stood tall and proud. “Sir, my spies have told me news about the neighboring Lobster camp. They have quite a lot of men for one camp, and many guards are placed around their kitchen, barracks, and storage.” George made a motion for Hercules to go on. “And how does this apply to Miss (Last Name), soilder?” Wow, he was a spy? He was quite big and loud to be one.

Mr. Mulligan pointed a hand to you. “But the only tent they do not have guarded is their clinic, sir.” You perked up at the sound of that.

“And you are implying that…”

“I think a small group of my stealthiest men should go in and take or damage their supplies, so they are rendered to having no medical help. We come on full force with the element of surprise, and they have no choice but to surrender, due to their lack of healthy men.” George Washington turned to you with a coy smile. You knew what he was thinking, and you did not like the sound of it.

“Well, Mr. Mulligan, your plan sounds absolutely excellent. I want you and (Name) to go in yourselves and get the job done.”



You felt a shock run down your back as you approached George again, now standing next to Hercules.

“Sir, I do not want to come off as rude in this situation, but I personally believe that taking the British medical supplies is uncouth and undignified. Being a nurse myself, I know the quite sickening feeling when you fail to provide service for one of you patients.” George Washington glared at you with a stern look, one that made you internally shrink in fear.

“Miss (Last Name), are you implying that you want this British camp to continue attacking our care wagons, leaving our camp defenseless and without the soldier rations?” You returned the look and held your ground.

“No, I am simply implying that I do not support the act of going and indirectly killing a man, because he did not have the supplies to save his life.” You can feel the hot stare from Mr. Mulligan, but George’s was hotter.

“Head Doctor (Last Name), you are to join Mr. Mulligan and his elite team of spies on a mission to the nearby British camp and interfere with their medical station. Collect what you need, but destroy everything else. That is an order from your commander.” You bit back the comments you were going to say before and stood at attention once again. You knew that you had no hope in arguing with the General, so you nodded and stood with a stone-cold face.

“Yes sir.”



Originally posted by kimtaehvngs

note: yoo this is the longest thing ive ever written on this account im so happy w it so please come talk to me about it i cRAVE FEEDBACK

pairing: calum and y/n

word count: 3.8k (yeAHHH BOIII)


Calum was the type of guy to hit it and quit it, but in the nicest way possible. He’d be sweet with them, try to get it through their head that they were nothing more than a fuck, and that it wasn’t them, it was Calum who was incapable of reciprocating feelings. Even if he did state that this was always a one time thing, maybe a couple more times if it was really good, some girls really did fall in love with him, at least that’s what he thought.

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The Moth & The Flame

I did it. I finished my @jilyfest piece on time. Thanks for everyone’s support, especially @snapslikethis and @fetchalgernon for hosting it. This is the most accomplished I have felt since June Fourth (Graduation). I started this in health class in April while watching some movie (that’s all we did). And then I saw the Jilyfest post and then I went to the festival that this takes place at last weekend. I literally live in Dover, Delaware. So here it is.

Word count: 3204
Description: Dorcas found a campsite with cute boys. Marlene suggested a drinking contest. Lily wins. Hungover Lily runs into the cutie with the messy hair in the festival the next day. Said festival unfolds as festivals generally do. Modern!Muggle!American!Festival!AU (that’s a lot of AUs)
Warnings: language, drug use mention


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Make A Memory

Description: The reader wakes up in a hospital bed with no memories of the past 4 years of hunting with the Winchesters or of angels. So of course, it’s all hands on deck to help the reader remember.
Words: 2,472
Warnings: Amnesia?
Author’s Note: Seeing the length of this and the fact my plan is barely in motion, you’ll get why a one shot would have been war and peace! Part 2 will be out ASAP! Subtly named after a Bon Jovi song but not based off it. We all know Bon Jovi rocks on occasion, right? ;)

Request: (anon) Hi! Could you possibly do a one-shot where the reader loses all of her memories of the Winchesters and the angels (Balthazar, Cas, Michael, Gabe) after a really bad hunt. So its up to all of them to help the reader remember who they are. The rest is up to you, feel free to pair the reader with whoever you want.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

You opened your eyes to be met with a stark white ceiling and fluorescent lighting. You blinked a few times taking in the surreal brightness. Shuffling slightly to get a better view, you felt a small pain in your side but nothing serious. Pulling yourself up into a seated position you took in the tubes that were sticking out of your arm.

“Y/N? You’re awake,” you heard a deep male voice at your side, it sounded croaky as if he hadn’t spoken in a little while. He jumped up and called for a nurse before turning back around and gripping one of your hands.

“What? I…” your voice came out scratchy as you tried to focus on the man’s face, “wait, who are-”

“Don’t worry, the nurses are here now, I’ll leave you to have a quick check, we’ll be right outside,” he said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You looked at the space the man had just been in but were quickly distracted as two bubbly nurses came in and started doing health tests on you.

It was about quarter of an hour later and after what seemed like endless pokes and prods that they’d established that you weren’t physically hurt.

“So, what do you remember, sweetie?” One nurse asked as she shone a bright light into one of your eyes.

“About what? Why am I actually here, I was fine earlier? Oh, and who was that man a minute ago?” You babbled. The lady who had asked you exchanged a look with her colleague.

“Your friend there and his brother said you had an accident.“  Friend?

The confusion must have been evident on your face as the lady tried a different tact.

"Do you remember how old you are, sweetie?” She asked keeping a warm smile on her face as she began to shine a bright light into your eyes.

“I’m 25, I’m an older student but I should be able to cover my health costs!” You replied, keeping your voice level and calm.

“Oh, that’s fine, don’t worry, we can sort it out later! Do you know what the date is today, by the way?” The second nurse said with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh god, um, April the 20-something 2006?” You pulled a face. On seeing their faces, you quickly added, “sorry, I’m rubbish with dates!”

“Right. I just need to confer with a doctor for minute, don’t you worry, it’s probably nothing,” the second lady smiled before giving you a glass of water and ushering her colleague out of the room before you could get another word in.

Within a few minutes, you heard voices outside of the room. You picked out at least two distressed male voices as well as the main nurse. The men were seemingly concerned but you had yet to work out why the strangers had an interest in you.

You began to sip on your water as you heard the door open.

“Hiya, you must be Y/N, lovely to meet you, I’m Doctor Fairbourne, the specialist from the neurological ward,” a tall man holding a newspaper said as he extended a hand.

“A pleasure I’m sure?” You shook his hand politely before settling back into your pillows, “mind telling me what the hell is going on?”

“There’s no easy way to put this Y/N, so I’m going to come straight out with it. We found no physical damage to your brain’s limbic system, but you appear to be suffering from dissociative amnesia,” the doctor said solemnly.

“Wait, what? No… That’s hilarious. I’m seriously fine Doc, honestly though, I must just have been drunk and…” you trailed off as you realised the Doctor’s face was not changing.

“Y/N, you’re not 25, you’re 29. The year is 2010,” he passed the newspaper in his hands to you so that you could see the date. You could barely see the numbers as your world felt like it was beginning to spin.

“I know this is very strange and scary but you’ve had an accident, you have minor physical injuries but you’ve suffered a trauma…” The doctor was talking in a soft voice but you barely heard him.

Four years? That wasn’t a drunken night out with the girls. That was a long time. Had you finished college? How were your parents? How were your friends and on that note, were they still your friends?

“You should regain your memories but usually there’s a reason you shut them out. They should come back in their own time…” the doctor kept talking calmly. “Stimuli will probably help jog memories but there’s never any guarantees.”

You took a deep breath and returned your eyes to the date on the newspaper. 2010.

“I know this is difficult, Y/N, but if and when you’re up for it, there’s a few people here who would love to talk to you. I can send them in individually if you’d like or if you need some time, I can send them away for a while?” The doctor said with a reassuring smile.

“Send them in, that should stimulate something, surely?” You muttered, half serious and half joking.

“Time will tell, I wish I could give you something concrete. I am sorry Y/N.” The doctor said standing up and walking to the door.


Not five minutes later, three men entered your small hospital room. Two of them were muscular and had small cuts and bruises on their faces, you quickly recognised the tallest of those two to being the one who had been sat by you when you had woken up. The last man to walk in looked out of place with the other two, he had a suit and trench coat and regarded you with less concealed alarm than the others. It was clear that they all were concerned for you, but as of yet, you weren’t sure the exact relationship you had with each or even if you knew them before whatever happened to get you here.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds as any of you tried to find what to say.

“Hey, Y/N, look, we’ve just heard the news, how are you?” The smaller of the two injured looking men asked you, his green eyes boring into your own.

“I’m fine.” You said, eyes darting between the three of them. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how do you know my name? How do any of you know me?” You said, shrinking back into your bed slightly.

“You don’t remember us at all?” The man replied before the tall man cut him off with a glare.

“No Dean, she won’t for now,” the tall man snapped at the green eyed guy, giving you an apologetic look, “this must be really weird, but I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean and this is our friend Cas,” he said pointing to each person individually.

“We’re all your friends, honestly, we have been since the… Well… Since we met you.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” You muttered, feeling slightly guilty.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Humans have complex but delicate neural pathways, it’s a fault my-” The man called Cas began to talk before Dean cut him off with a glare.

“What he is trying to say is we’re here for you.” Dean hurriedly said over the top of whatever Cas had been about to speak of. It was suspicious, but you barely noticed over how surreal the entire situation was.

“Thanks, I guess.” You said to them with a weak smile.

“The doctor wants you in for observation for the rest of today, but if all is good you can go home this evening.” Sam added.

“Oh. Great!” You smiled properly, the idea of some familiarity sounded perfect. You suddenly realised, however, that you must not be in college anymore and probably not living with your parents. “Um. Hold on, where do I live?”

“You live with Sammy and me.” Dean said before seeing your shock and quickly adding, “You have your own room and bathroom and everything. I promise.”

Apparently my housemates got upgraded a little, you thought to yourself before you responded with a thank you.

You learned small facts about each of them as you spoke. Sam seemed to be quite caring and concerned for you, he spoke as if you had been close friends too. Dean seemed to be trying to lighten everything with sarcasm which sometimes wasn’t very helpful when you were trying to find out information but he definitely meant well. Cas, however, was a little ‘off’, he seemed to struggle the most to hide worries but also stayed quieter than the other two. After an hour of talking and you having sparked no memories more than you had earlier, they decided to leave you for a short rest. You savoured the time in your own company as you tried to let everything sink in.

—- In the hospital canteen —-

“She doesn’t remember a damn thing Sammy. Nothing. We’ve got to do something.” Dean grumbled as he picked aimlessly at a piece of cake. “It’s not safe for her to not know what’s out there, especially when it knows her.”

“I know that, but we can’t tell her out right, she’ll think we’re insane.” Sam replied.

“You think? Oh by the way Y/N, you dropped out of college after a haunting to hunt the things that go bump in the night.” Dean said in mocking tone as Sam gave Dean an annoyed look. “Cas, what angel mojo can fix this?”

“There’s no physical damage. I doubt her soul was damaged so I cannot do anything. It’s her head, Dean, I don’t know what I can do.” Cas sighed.

“Nothing? Come on, give us something to work off of?” Dean said.

“I’m not exactly the most powerful angel, Dean. Not every angel is the same, I don’t know everything.” Cas muttered back.

“What about archangels?” Sam said quietly.

“You’d trust Michael? Seriously?” Dean scoffed.

“It’s better than leaving her high and dry without anything to go on and definitely better than Lucifer.” Sam snapped back.

“Sam is right, other angels may have different experiences and abilities with this.” Cas said before going very quiet and staring without focusing. “I can arrange a couple of meetings, at least. I’ll be back in a few hours.”


It was a quiet park, somewhere in Ohio, Cas sat on a bench awaiting his brothers. He had grown attached to the Winchesters but also to you. The whole situation was unnerving for Cas, it reminded him of how fragile humans were and how he couldn’t heal everything. To feel helpless in a situation was a strange feeling and one that he did not enjoy. A rustling sound behind him indicated the arrival of a brother and the start of his only idea.

“Castiel.” Michael said in a cool tone.

“Michael, thank you for coming.” Cas said with a curt nod which Michael returned. Before he had chance to say anything else he was cut off by another flutter of wings.

“Cassie, how are you?” Balthazar’s British accent appeared from behind him. “Oh, Michael too? Well this is a party.” The angel said with a smirk.

“Balthazar, good to see you.” Cas said.

“Of course it is. Can we make this quick, though? I’m a little busy elsewhere if you catch my drift.” Balthazar said with a wink.

“I’ve got the pair of you here to ask a question. How can we fix a human with amnesia of only recent years?” Cas said, ignoring Balthazar’s comment. Cas would have preferred to ask more than just the pair of them, but his angel contacts were limited to those who did not hate him, which currently left him with few options. 

“A human? Castiel, father created them as delicate beings, especially their brains. Their modern medicine is better now, it’s best not to meddle too much.” Michael said, walking over to join Cas on the wooden bench.

“She is important.” Cas replied back.

“This isn’t your little Y/N we’re talking about, is it?” Balthazar said raising an eyebrow. Cas deep breath and avoidance of eye contact gave Balthazar the answer he wanted. “It is? Oh Cassie, between her and those Winchesters! I know she’s a pretty little thing but ever thought she’s better off without remembering her topsy turvy change in life plan?”

“She had to become a hunter, yes, but she needs to have her memory restored. It’s not safe for her to be unaware.” Cas said, biting back his annoyance. “What can I do?”

“I can’t do a thing. I apologise, brother.” Michael said with a slight grimace. “Gabriel and Lucifer used to be the brothers to influence people’s minds more than I ever could, they’re both dead or banished though. I’m sorry Castiel.” Cas perked up at the thought of Gabriel, but kept it hidden. He had mentally contacted Gabriel before meeting Balthazar and Michael but the trickster being his normal self had not replied.

“I understand Michael.” Cas nodded but chance to utter another word, Michael was gone in a rustle of feathers.

“Really, no need to say goodbye brother, it’s not like we haven’t spoken in a few centuries.” Balthazar said sarcastically to the space where Michael had been. He rolled his eyes before turning back to Cas. “Honestly though brother, I want to help but I can’t think of anything remotely useful. I swear to Daddy that if I find anything, I’ll let you know straight away. I do like Y/N and I sure know you do.” He added with another smirk. “Where are you going to go from here though?”

“I have one last person I can talk to.” Cas said as he mentally began to contact the one brother he knew Sam and Dean would be even less happy to work with again.

“Right. Well, I’m going to get back to where I was.” Balthazar said, beginning to walk away before stopping himself and turning. “Tell me if she remembers me, okay?” He flashed a smile as he disappeared in a flap of wings.

Cas had barely a minute to collect his thoughts from his hurried conversations before he heard footsteps from a few metres behind him.

“Gabriel?” Cas said bluntly.

“Hey Bucko, thanks for not inviting me to the family powwow, I do hate telling people I’m alive.” The cheery voice said behind him.

“How long have you been there?” Cas asked turning to face the archangel.

“Oh, long enough!” Gabriel said wiggling his eyebrows, “Now, I haven’t had chance to create some false realities in ages I think it could be great fun. Fancy hearing my plan for your favourite little Bourne identity?”


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MMFD Fic: "Bright Young Things"

Bright Young Things

Rae stuffed her cold hands deep into the pocket of her jacket and looked around. “Well, here we are. Which one would you like to try first?”

“None of them.” Said Archie emphatically. “This was a bad idea, we should just go back home.”

“Fuck we will! It took bloody hours to get here in that frozen train.”

Archie did a little nervous dance, hugging himself against the cold night air and shuffling his feet. “Yeah, but Raaae… I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Look at all these people. We do not belong with these people.”

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Olicity: Monsters in the Closet

Anonymous said:

I saw a post about how you like to do things with Oliver and Felicity having normal issues. Things outside their vigilante life. I wondered whether you could do a future fic where Felicity struggles to sleep at night (cos she’s used to vigilante all nighters) and her kids ask her why…


The soft voice was a distraction from the tablet in her hands. Ava’s birthday was coming up, and Felicity had become far too invested in their shared Pinterest account to get ideas for her party. She would be eight this year, and wanted something she could invite her friends too. But the tiny voice lifted her attention and she pushed her glasses up to see her five-year-old peeking around the half-open door.

“Tommy, hon. What are you doing up?” she asked, pushing herself up and putting the tablet aside.

“I had a bad dream,” he told her, dipping his head a little. “Can I get in your bed?”

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you’re magic & you’re real

gaf au — octavia blake is new at the polis academy for girls. they’re not a girl, they break clarke’s nose in the first two weeks, clarke & lexa are very, very gay for one another, & raven sometimes thinks she’ll be old & gray before they finally get together. written with @possibilistfanfiction

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Coffee Shop (Calum Hood)

His P.O.V.

I slipped off my apron and got ready for the eight hour shift ahead of me. The weather had taken a wicked turn last night and now a decent layer of snow covered the sidewalks. Men, women and children walked by, bundled up in all their winter clothes that had been freshly introduced out of the cellars for another year.

The bell jingled as we welcomed our first customer of the day. Taking my place at the till, I put on a smile and greeted him.

“Good morning, what can I get for you this morning?”

“Just a double-double please,” he replied with a tired grin and I nodded my head, plugging it into the cash register.

“$2.50 please,” I spoke and accepted his fiver, making the appropriate change before going to make his morning kick-start.

The scent of warm coffee filled my nose and the sound of chimes filled my ears yet again.

Glancing over, I saw a girl around my age walk up to where I had just previously been. She glanced up at the menu board and held the strap of her bag with both of her gloved hands.

“I’ll be right with you,” I smiled softly and she nodded, giving me a sweet smile in return. I finished the man’s coffee and handed it over to him, wishing him well and heading back to the till. “Hello, what can I get for you this morning?” I asked with a warm smile, getting mysekf ready to plug in her order.

“Could I just get a hot chocolate please?” she asked and I nodded my head.

“Absolutely! Would you like any whipped cream with that?”

“Why not?” she giggled, fishing out the exact change and handing it over.

“I’ll have it ready just over to the side here love,” I grinned and she nodded her head, thanking me.

Needless to say, my day seemed to go by much faster after our little encounter.

She came back twice a week. Every Saturday morning to relax, and every Friday evening to study her weekly classes. All these times I had seen her and never once did I learn her name. I felt like tonight, I needed to change that.

As if on cue, the chimes rang out and walked in with her backpack.

“The usual?” I greeted as she walked up to the counter.

She let out a beautiful laugh and nodded her head, pulling out the exact change and handing it over to me. This was my opportunity.

“You come here quite often, yet I don’t even know your name,” I smiled casually. “I don’t suppose I could put a name to this order?” I added, not wanting to sound intrusive.

She laughed out again and looked at me over the counter, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“(Y/N),” she replied and I smiled wide, working on her drink.

“Well (Y/N), it’s nice to finally, properly make your acquaintance,” I smiled and handed her the hot cup.

“You too Calum,” she chuckled and I furrowed my eyebrows. “Your tag,” she pointed out and the more than obvious realization hit me.

“Right,” I chuckled slightly.

(Y/N) headed back to the table next to the window and pulled out her laptop, beginning to work on some project or paper for school. I just got back to work.

My shift was coming to a close and the weather outside was nastier than I had seen it in such a long time. The harsh, heavy snow whipped against the glass. I could barely see the street lamps because they were all blurred by the constant fall of snow.

(Y/N) started to get up, putting everything back into her back and pulling her jacket back on. By now, we were the only two left in the café and I wasn’t about to let her walk home in this mess.

“Hey,” I called over to her as she got up. “Do you have a ride home?”

She looked over at me and blinked a couple times before shaking her head and looking out into the dark, cold street. “I was just gonna walk home. It’s not that far.”

“Still… I can give you a ride home if you’d like? It’s really not a problem and it’s way too cold for you to walk…” I said softly, taking note of her attire. It was okay for a regular winter’s day, but not for walking home in a blizzard. She would freeze.

“Uhm…” she started, chewing her lip and looking over at me.

“If you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll wait with you so you can call someone to come and pick you up,” I continued, so again, she wouldn’t feel pressured into anything.

She took a moment to think and in that time, I took off my apron and shut everything down for the night.

“Sure…” she finally spoke softly.

“Sure what?” I smiled over at her, dropping my hands to my side.

“If you’ll give me a ride home? That would be great,” she continued and I smiled a little more, nodding my head happily.

“Absolutely!” I chimed and went into the back room to grab my jacket and my keys, heading back out to where she was. “I’m just parked out here,” I pointed over to the dark car right out front the building and opened up the front door, getting hit with a heavy wall of wind and nipping ice particles. Quickly pulling the door shut again to adjust.

“Is everything okay?” she asked from behind me and I nodded my head, hitting the electric start and watching my headlights turn on.

“Better… Okay, it’s unlocked. I’ll open the door and just go okay?” I laughed, making it sound like we were about to take down a group of bad people. She laughed from behind me and nodded her head.

“Got it.”

I opened the front door again and pushed her out ahead of me, quickly locking the door and rushing out after her. We both scrambled into the warmer car and let out a breath once we were both inside.

“Okay…” I breathed out and looked over at her smiling softly. “What’s you address love?”

She gave it to me and smiled softly, looking out the window. What should had been a ten minute drive, turned into a twenty minute one due to the condition of the roads. Once I pulled up in front of her home, I looked over at her softly and held the steering wheel with both hands.

“Thank you for the ride home Calum,” she spoke softly and leaned over the middle console to kiss my cheek gently.

I smiled softly and bit my lip, looking down at my lap. “It’s no problem…”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning yeah?” she asked and then it clicked that tomorrow was Saturday.

“Oh, yeah of course!” I chuckled, nodding my head softly. “Hey… because it’s a morning shift tomorrow and I’m of at four, would you maybe want to do dinner after?” I was taking a big leap, but I would just be angry with myself if I didn’t try.

“Like… a date kinda?” she asked, looking over at me. How was I supposed to answer that?

“Yeah, kinda… If you want of course! We could just go for dinner as friends too?”

(Y/N) giggled quietly and kissed my cheek again. “I would love to go on a date with you…”

I looked over at her and chewed my lip softly, trying to hold back my monstrous smile. “Okay… great! Great,” I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Bright and early,” she teased and got out of my car, pulling her hood up and giving me one more quick wave before running up to her house and slipping safely inside.

I pulled away and started heading back to my house. A date… with her… I was so excited and so nervous. I wanted it to be perfect. It would be. As long as it was with her.

Prompt: Post-war, Sakura releases her bottled frustrated emotions and feelings of relief onto Sasuke.

unedited. idk. started out promising, and idk how i feel about this? but enjoy!

For invader0kim! (found you!) 

She’d caught him just on his way to the market, her strides long and vigorous as she made her way in his direction. She seemed angry—at what exactly, Sasuke didn’t know, but he didn’t think he wanted to find out. However, just when he thought Sakura would pass him without a word, their eyes met, holding eye contact long enough for him to know that she wasn’t going to let him leave that easily. Shit.

Sasuke barely had time to process what was happening before he felt himself being dragged by the fabric of his shirt.

“Sakura? Hey! Wait,” he said as he attempted pry her fist open, “where the hell are we going?”

Her grip tightened. “We’re sparring. Now.”

She refused to explain any further, and he refused to ask. However, once they arrived at the training grounds things became a little easier. It was simple. All she wanted was to work on some hand-to-hand combat, she told him, and, either by some cruel twist of fate or an act of providence, depending on his perspective, Sasuke happened to be the closest person she could find at the time—though how true that statement was, was debatable.

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