i'm so sorry everyone but this has been stuck in my head for so long now

I Still Exist

Requests: Omg your stories are awesome! I was wondering if I could suggest a newt x reader with the song “Where Do We Go” or “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling? Where the reader feels kinda neglected and depressed for quite some time and newt fails to notice because he is in a lot harsher mood and snaps a lot as a result of working on his book? And one day she goes “missing” and worries newt? Lots of angst pls!(Idk it sounded a lot better in my head)You can come up with the rest. Thanks!       AND      hi !! i really love your stories, and i was wondering if i could request an v angsty one where newt is under a lot of stress and snaps at reader? ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,701

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to one in

The workshop smells about how you’d expected when you crawl into the case. A burning mixture evaporates somewhere nearby, partly covering up the odors of the various feed bags for the creatures and the plate of raw meat rotting on the table. You shake your head, disgusted, and slip past the shed. Scanning the field, hand over your eyes to block out the blinding sun, you spot Newt next to a murtlap. He’s on his knees saying something to the snarling creature. You swallow down the heart breaking in your chest. He’s exchanging more words with that beast than he has with you in the past month.

“Newt. Newt!” You shout, crossing through tall grasses and kicking stones out of your way. For God’s sake, “Newt!”

He twists enough to ensure it’s you before turning his back on you. “One minute, love.”

Hands on your hips, you wait as he chatters with the beast. It’s not that you’re against his research, it’s that he’s trying to cram chapters worth of new material into the book. You’d supported his idea when he first told you a month and a half ago. Now, though, you’re not sure you would’ve been so encouraging had you known he would spend every waking minute in the case without you.

“I don’t have all day, Newt. I have to get to the bakery with Queenie before it closes.”

He shakes his head, facing you. “I’m busy, love. Can’t it wait?”

You can feel the tension in his voice, strengthened, no doubt, by the bags under his eyes. “I just need to know if you’d prefer apple or peach pie for dessert.”

He mumbles something that sounds like ‘that’s it?’ but when you question him, he simply says, “I said it’s your choice. I’m sure you’ll make the right one.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you can do a prompt where Jughead left Betty for the serpents so Betty soon joins them but she acts like he doesn't exist because she is to heartbroken over the terrible break up. And the other serpents fall head over heels for her (that was long I'm sorry :( )

That’s awesome! I’ll do a quick one shot before I knock out!

The bags under his eyes were heavy and he Tasted blood in his mouth, tearing his teeth from inside his cheek, he shifted in his leather jacket and stared blankly at the pages of his book. It had been about a month since he had joined the Serpents, a month since he had broken things off with Betty, he could still remember that day so vividly.

“I don’t want to be with you? Don’t you get it?! Stay out of my life. I don’t have time for some spoiled princess to worry about me. Figure your own life out. Jesus Christ Betty, atleast try and get a life.” He had shouted, swallowing the sick that was threatening to rise in his throat, he hadn’t meant any of the things he said but he had no choice, he knew Betty and he knew she wouldn’t give up, not unless he crossed the line, not unless he broke her heart. It was too dangerous for her to be a part of this lifestyle and he had to do what he had to do. The image of her tear stained face and bloody palms still imprinted in his brain.

“Yo jones, you gonna get over here and welcome the new member? it was you not so long ago.” An older man smiled at him, smacking an arm to his shoulder and dragging him towards the pool table, the new members back was to Jughead but he could tell she was girl, the long blonde curls hanging down the familiar leather jacket were a dead give away. His heart nearly gave out when she turned around, bright green eyes and a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

It was Betty Cooper. Betty Cooper was standing before about 40 men and women carrying guns and wearing leather jackets. Had he stepped into the twilight zone? Betty’s eyes caught his and they turned cold, she quickly turned her face back to the newest leader Viper and smiled up at him.

“This little lady is none other than Alice Coopers daughter. You may remember her as being one of the most badass Serpents to grace the grounds, unfortunately she got caught up in trying to live the upper class riverdale lifestyle. Fortunately for us though, our very own Mini Cooper has decided she’s sick of living that boring, stuck up lie. I want everyone to treat her with the utmost respect, after all she is a Serpent now.” He squeezed her shoulder as the bar erupted in cheers.

Jughead couldn’t get her alone, it seemed everyone was head over heels in love with Betty. She lit up the dirty old bar and her laughter was contagious leaving anyone she spoke to in good spirits. He finally got his chance at the end of the night when he caught her waving to an older woman as she headed outside.

“Betty!” He called after her, watching as her shoulders tightened but she continued walking, she was fast but he was faster, he gripped her arm gently, swinging her towards him.

“What do you want Jughead?” She asked stoically.

“What are you doing here Betty, what were they talking about in there? This isn’t your home, you have to..” he was cut off by her sharp words

“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me, maybe you don’t remember but you broke up with me, you left me standing alone in a booth at Pops Diner. I can make my own choices and I’m choosing this. We don’t even have to interact. I’ll go my way, you go yours. And hey.. stay out of my life” she hissed angrily, tearing her arm from Jugheads grasp, herblong legs practically running to a trailer as he stared after her in shock.

Oh Betty, what happened?

anonymous asked:

May I get some Kylux wing au?

Hux isn’t sure how long he’s been in captivity.

He’d tried to keep track of time but after his kidnappers had injected him with something to make his body limp and unresponsive to his mind’s cries to move, Hux had lost.

He’s held in an oversized bird cage, round, with a mocking perch suspended above him, seeds being thrown at him every day in jest of a real meal.

The floor of his cage is cold as he sits back against the bars, body shivering, wrists cuffed together, and the cuts on his skin sting and bleed. But the worst pain comes from his wings being tied together. In four separate places along the top bones of his glorious grey wings, metal chains have been fastened around them both, keeping them locked together in an unfathomably uncomfortable position—forced and stretched out behind him—but regardless of how Hux strains and screams, the ties do not loosen.

As best as he can manage, he shrinks back into his cage, face buried in his arms.

“Look, Boss,” one of Hux’s captors clangs against the front of the bars. “Our little birdie looks sad. Should we take him out for a fly?”

Please, Hux thinks, though he doesn’t move. Let me go.

The thought of being able to spread his wings, feel the wind blow through his ashen feathers, be able to fold them back properly and have his officers admire his impressive appendages makes Hux tremble. He wants to go back to the Finalizer, back home, back to Kylo.

“Nah, leave him be,” a different voice replies. “He’s going to be let out today. But for a much better reason.”

The low chuckle at the end of the man’s sentence makes Hux looks up to see The Boss—a tall human male with a heavily scarred face—staring through the bars of his cage at him, right through him. With a loud click of the man’s fingers, four portly men emerge from behind him and enter Hux’s cage, chains in their hands.

Even with his wings and wrists tied, Hux puts up a noble fight.

He kicks, he bites, but his malnourishment causes him to be restrained much too easily, and chains find themselves around his knees and ankles, one around his neck like a collar for no other reason than it can.

He’s dragged from his birdcage, trying his best to flap his wings but the metal chains only rattle against his struggles; the sound of his captivity.

The room he’s taken to is large, with a large window in the roof where Hux gets a good look at the purple sky of dusk before he’s pinned down to the floor, the chains on his wrists and ankles fastened to hooks on the ground.

“Give him the shot,” the boss says. “Secure the assets to the ground.”

Hux can’t help but whine when hands are suddenly all over his wings, a pinprick pain in between his shoulder blades and suddenly all feelings in his wings are lost. He manages to turn his head, cheek resting on the floor, to see his wings being unchained but immediately pinned down again, clasps fastening around the arched bones of his wings.

“Now, boss?”

“No. Let’s wait for the feeling to come back to the little thing, hm?”

“Bastard,” Hux mutters, groaning as the sensation returns to him; and the feelings of the clasps in his wings burns.

The boss is suddenly kneeling down beside Hux, brushing his hair from his face.

“Ready to be plucked, my pretty bird?”

Hux’s heart sinks, stops.

“No, don’t, stay back!” Hux yells but only agitates the fresh wounds in his wings. He’s stuck, he’s trapped.

“Hush, little hatchling. Grey feathers are a rarity, you know?” His cold hand strokes along the length of one of Hux’s wings, and he whines. “White and black, boring. Your beautiful silvery, dusky feathers will fetch me a pretty price. Now. Lie still. This is going to hurt.”

Hux growls in defiance—though he realises it emerges as more of a sob—when the man plucks the first feather from him. It’s a big one, long and perfect, waved in front of Hux’s face in mockery.

“Don’t cry, birdie. You’re going to make me rich. My little pet.” He strokes Hux’s cheek, plucking another feather free with his other hand. “I wonder, is it true that beings with wings are better sex partners than those without? Heightened senses, not to mention the sight of those magnificent wings stretched out when I make you climax so fucking hard—”

But the rest of the man’s sentence is drowned out by the sound of wings being spread, opened defensively with tremendous strength, wind rushing past everyone in the room.

Take another feather from him. I dare you.”

Ren. It’s Ren, Hux’s mind echoes that same phrase, turning his head to the door to see Kylo standing before them, white wings stretched out in intimidation. Kylo’s wingspan isn’t the largest Hux has seen, but stars, he casts a striking image; black robes, scarred face and stark white wings flanking him, arched to block out the light from behind him.

The boss scoffs, and Hux sees his hand moving to pull another one of his feathers from his wing—but the pain of the pluck never comes.

Instead, the man is thrown backwards with the rest of his hulking posse, cast back against the wall, hitting the brick with a sickening crack.

“Are you alright?” Kylo says softly, kneeling down next to Hux, waving his hand to unfasten the binds around his arms and legs, but the Knight uses his hands to release Hux’s injured wings from their clasps.

“Fine,” Hux exhales, relishing in the feeling of having Kylo’s soft fingers against his feathers again. “Just get me out of here.”

Kylo hums in response, apologising a few times when Hux groans in pain as he’s freed, able to move his wings of his own accord for the first time in a long time. The appendages ache as he spreads them wide, pain radiating down his back and, as he stands, Kylo steadies him.

“How many did they take?”

Hux shrugs. “Only a few. So you showing up a few moments earlier would’ve been ideal.”

“You’re welcome,” Kylo says and Hux rolls his eyes, but he falters immediately.

“I thought I’d never be free,” Hux says, wings folding in behind him to rest. “I thought I’d die here.”

“Wouldn’t happen,” Kylo says, cupping Hux’s cheek. “I promised I’d never allow anyone to clip your wings, Armitage. Not your father, not Snoke, not anyone.”

Kylo smiles at him, pulling him into his chest, using his white wings to engulf the both of them in a warm and feathery embrace, protected. Hux feels safe.

Okay this is the official presentation for my fic (even though I’ve linked it like 5000 times already), but it’s finally finished and I’m shamelessly posting it again because it is 55 THOUSAND WORDS, OKAY? I thought it was gonna be maybe 20k. I’m dead. The next longest fic I’ve ever published is only 7k okay bye.

(Sorry in advance for the ridiculously long summary ahead; I’m not even gonna pretend that I’m not using everything in my arsenal to convince you guys to go read it.)

title: When the Levee Breaks
rating: explicit
word count: 55k
summary: Season 14 is the last season of Supernatural. The show is ending at 300 episodes, and Jared and Jensen have big plans for their future…plans that don’t involve wives or bearding or lying to everyone… But even the best-laid plans go awry…It all comes to a head at the series wrap party, and Jensen has to figure out a way to help Jared pick up the pieces, making sure he himself doesn’t fall apart in the process.
notes: I had this core idea for a j2 story and it just exploded into something way bigger and slightly different (and much better, in my opinion) than what I was imagining. But I’m really happy with it, especially because I feel like the fandom is always a little sparse with my always favorites: j2 non-au fics (sparse compared to au and other pairings), so I’m really happy to be able to add to that.

excerpt 1: Jensen waited a few minutes. He didn’t mind waiting until Jared was ready, now that he knew Jared was going to talk. One hand was tangled in Jared’s hair, scratching softly at his scalp. The other was gripping Jared’s hand, fingers laced together like he never wanted to let go. When he heard Jared take a deep breath, he knew it was time.

“It feels like I’m on this edge, and I could fall backwards or forwards. If I go back, I’ll feel better; if I fall forwards, I’m—I’ll break. But I can’t move, it’s like I’m stuck in limbo, and it’s getting to the point that I think even falling forwards, even if I have to break apart to do it, would still be easier than staying on this edge indefinitely. I feel like—like I’m slowly going crazy, like everything is boiling right at the surface but I can’t do anything. I’m stuck. I just want to come down.”

Jared poured his thoughts out and Jensen collected them quietly, rolling them around in his head, trying to sort through and organize and make sense of what Jared was saying. He didn’t get it completely, but he was finally able to understand something. He could work with that.

excerpt 2: Jensen was pacing nervously at the foot of the extra- large California king hotel bed. Jared was sprawled lazily across it, his eyes following Jensen. His expression was one of almost boredom but Jensen knew Jared was just putting up a front to hide his concern; whether the concern was over the convention or Jensen’s behavior, he wasn’t too sure. Maybe a bit of both?

“How are you so calm?” Jensen snapped, not bothering to look at Jared. He could feel Jared raise his eyebrows in minor irritation. “Sorry,” he apologized after a minute, then sagged onto the edge of the bed. Jared was behind him immediately, pulling Jensen back against his shirtless chest.

(“It’s fucking hot!” Jared had explained when he’d discarded the shirt earlier. “Babe, we’re staying at a four-star hotel with four-star AC,” Jensen had pointed out. “Fine. Maybe I just know you’re gonna get nervous and start to freak out and I’m using my body to try and distract you!” Jensen hadn’t replied, as he’d been too distracted staring at Jared’s half-naked body.)

And I just want to throw out a quick but heartfelt thanks to @kynthosmojo, @salamancialilypad, and @seraphyde666 <3

anxietypoof  asked:

Hey there! I'm running short on promptis fanfictions, smut or fluff doesn't matter. Do you have any good ones to reccomend? Thank you💕

Hello! Sorry it took me awhile to answer this! I’m going to go through my bookmarks for you, but you’ve probably seen/read these yourself already and if you have then I’m very sorry :( These are just what I’ve enjoyed so far, but my “to read” list is so much longer than this…

Maybe some promptis people want to add their own fic recs to this at some point too? :D But here’s mine, in no particular order!

Life Imitates - T -  Riona - Everyone keeps trying to lecture Prompto on dating Noctis. Which would be fine if he and Noctis were actually dating. (This is so funny and so cute my goodness poor Prompto!)

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year - M - JosephineSilver -   During a wintery festival meant to celebrate the Six and the Oracle, Prompto and Noctis find themselves snowed in and trapped in a small roadside motel. (Multi-chapter fic, this one is long! But so indepth, and so good!)

Keeping A Straight Face - M - Yuneyn - Prompto is bored during a long drive and wants to have some fun. Noctis may or may not regret agreeing to participate.orI saw a tumblr prompt about those two sexting in the car and then this happened. (Short, funny, cute, I love texting things in this fandom!)

Running Down A Dream - T -  tenshinokorin - Once upon a time there was a prince who went on a journey with three friends. In that fleeting, magical time together they all learned unforgettable truths about each other, about themselves, and about OMG IT’S A STUCKEYS STOP THE CAR STOP THE CAR LET’S GET PECAN LOGS (Ongoing, multi-chaptered, basically this is the best thing ever? A series of scenes/drabbles from different points of the road trip and it is hilarious! Don’t forget the bonus B-Sides fic now!)

Patisserie - T -  becca2793 - He’s like business royalty, the exact opposite of Prompto. He’s not exactly jealous, though, even if that means that this dark-haired boy is beyond rich. Prompto is free to do pretty much whatever he wants, barring it costs any money, and it seems like Noctis is stuck in a life he doesn’t want to be in. Everything comes at a cost, though. He thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind being a little trapped if it meant being surrounded by people like this, people who love him. (Ongoing multi-chapter fic, this is really nice, one of my favourites, this one has a different approach, with promptis not becoming friends until they’re both adults, so this features a still shy/awkward prompto when they first meet!)

Lessons in Etiquette - M -  KnockKnockBadminton - Begins in high school. From Prompto’s desire to befriend the sullen, bullied prince blooms a relationship even the Astrals themselves could not have foreseen. (Ongoing, multichapter, another favourite, the writing is just so good this fic is great ugh!)

to wish under the stars - T -  greyskiesblack -  Noctis takes Prompto out to see the stars, which is super sweet and great until an Iron Giant almost murders them.
But hey, at least they get the tent to themselves afterwards. (A kind of PWP cute first time oneshot!)

About Time to Set Up Camp - T -  tactical_nuclear_penguin -  A series of one-shots in no particular order of basically expanding convos, little moments in camp, and drabbles that popped into my head while playing. (Another ongoing multichapter fic that’s a series of drabbles from different points in the road trip, it has sweet moments, sad moments, funny moments, it’s a really enjoyable read!)

Cactus in the Valley - M -  heyjealousy - Modernish college soap opera??? AU.Noctis is the heir to a corporate empire, in college to hone his skills and take over when his father retires. Regis is a little bit (a lot) oppressive, and wants to shape Noctis into exactly what he needs to be to keep business booming and survive in the shark-infested corporate world. Noctis secretly has other desires, but hasn’t been bold enough to chase them… until he meets a clumsy blond freshman boy who turns his world on its head. (Completed multichapter fic, this one is long, and it’s intense, there are a lot of ups and downs, and it’s a really good read!)

Smile - M -  KuraNova -  Set shortly before the road trip that would change their lives forever, Noctis and Prompto realize just how much they mean to one another. (Multichapter, ongoing fic, it’s friends falling in love, very fluffy and sweet and lovely! An enjoyable read!)

Okay I think that’s enough to be going on with for now! If anyone else has any they’d like to add, both I’m sure it would be appreciated! (By me too, I need to consume more fic for these two). Thanks for the ask, peanutpirate! :D

anonymous asked:

Could you do relationship headcanons with Mtmte megatron with a bot s/o?

Listen I am on the Pro-Megatron team I’m so pumped to write this


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An Old Photograph (Oneshot) // Seokmin

Originally posted by ldks

Synopsis: He never really died, not in your mind nor in your heart. But then again, that’s way different with him actually showing up in your life again.
Word count: 3.8k welp
A/N: To the anon from a long time ago: remember when you asked if I was going to write a continuation for the Old Photograph and I said no? Yeah. I thought so too.

The warmth of the sun kissing your skin, the light breath of cool air from the passing wind, even the soft song the rustling leaves of the surrounding trees were singing; it was probably the nicest weather you’ve ever seen. But it was out of place, a complete contrast, almost a mockery with the heavy clouds that were starting to form from within.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry for the OOC ask, but... I'm struggling with pony names!! How do you get a 'ponysona' to be so perfect and all encompassing... when I make one, I'm happy with it, then stress that it isn't FULLY me... I can't get one I'm happy with. ;o;

DON’T APOLOGIZE, peeps don’t worry I’m just here enjoying my ponies I’ll worry about polish later when I’m physically capable of it. Right now we’re just all having a good time, talking about ponies, building up lore and worlds around them. This is a perfect question to hoof around with.

Let me answer flat out. I have no idea, Starcrossed was drawn on a goofy whim then never… changed. She’s just been exactly perfect for my personal sona and I could not be happier. SINCE I DON’T HAVE A GOOD ANSWER, WE’LL JUST REVIEW MY PROCESS! That way maybe you can try my tricks and see if you can’t find good ways to name up your ponies.

I’ve been… typing a lot lately. So as a precaution I’m going to put the rest under a read more.

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nobody said it was easy

Headcanon: Scott gets bad nightmares, and always has, and when a terrible one strikes in the middle of the night after the turian ark, no one can wake him.

(Scott/Gil, AU Scott is a teammate, his sister Sam is the Pathfinder, read here on AO3)

Gil stirred in his sleep, blinking awake into the darkness of the crew quarters. The solid roof of his bunk was above him, and the silence throughout the rest of the ship told him that it was the dead of night; or whatever version of night that they used in the middle of space. He tried to close his eyes again, feeling the heavy tug of sleep, but something else in the room other than Suvi’s gentle snores caught his ear.

It was Scott’s voice.

He shifted, hanging his head over the side of the bunk, half expecting Scott to be sat up reading, mumbling the words quietly to himself under his breath. But his little overhead lamp was off, there was no blue glow of a datapad, and as Gil’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that Scott appeared to be asleep.

But his sleep was fitful, his head turning from side to side, his blanket on the floor from where he had kicked it off, muttering things to himself in his sleep.

“Scott,” Gil whispered, hoping to stir him enough to knock him out of his dream and send him back to sleep, but it didn’t even earn a reaction. He thought about just leaving him to it, knowing that it would likely pass in a moment or two. He lay in the dark for a while, listening out for the evening out of Scott’s breathing, but it never came.


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all the simple things

reynalypso | first meeting

For all that Reyna is a demigod whose entire life is determined by capital-f Fate, she’s not one to trust in destiny. It’s far too nebulous, far too shady, and practically impossible to pin down and get right. And given her nasty history with Venus, Reyna has pretty much determined that she thinks very little of fate and destiny, especially when it comes to love, and she’d very much prefer to be left out of matters concerning fate, destiny, and love for the foreseeable future.

Needless to say, she does not take it well when she winds up at Camp Half-Blood on some strange diplomacy mission because Apollo fucked up and Leo Valdez is back from the dead or whatever the hell is going on lately. But she’s spent too long as sole acting praetor to make Frank go alone, and figures it might potentially look bad for future relations between Greeks and Romans if she decides to bail. Anyway, she’ll be able to check in on Nico, if nothing else.

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I keep having thoughts about Jack and how he went about getting his camera and this idea of Bob buying it for him has like hardcore stuck in my head.

After Jack came home from the hospital there was a period of time where everyone was almost being reacquainted with each other. It only took a week or so for Bob to notice that, aside from hockey and working out, he didn’t really have any sort of hobbies. Most days he’d find Jack in his bedroom reading whatever books he found around the house or in the living room watching reruns of Modern Marvels.

And one day Bob is grabbing a glass of water out of the tap and catches a glimpse of Jack out in the backyard with his phone, trying to get a picture of this bird that’s sat on a low branch. When Jack wandered in later, Bob casually brought up the fact that he saw him and Jack shyly handed over his phone so Bob could look through the handful of pictures he took. While they weren’t exactly masterpieces, considering the crappy camera quality, they were nice pictures and just looking at Jack’s face he seemed calm and happy, and silently proud of his pictures though maybe slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught.

The next morning when Jack came out for his usual breakfast of Cheerios, his dad was sat at the counter with a cup of coffee, a box wrapped up in snowflake wrapping paper sat in front of his normal seat at the breakfast bar.

“What’s this?” Jack asked, an eyebrow raising slightly. Maman’s birthday wasn’t for another couple of months, and his own not for a few weeks still, and it certainly wasn’t Christmas or the New Year.

“Just a little something for you, Jacko. Open it?” He replied, giving him an encouraging smile.

Quietly, Jack reached forward and pulled the tape from one end of the box before tearing the paper off of the top and pushing it down around the bottom of the box. His eyes looked it over slowly, reading over specs and claims before his gaze flickered back up to his dad.


“I really thought those pictures of yours turned out well. Now, I admittedly don’t know much about cameras but this is suppose to be top of the line, so it should last you a little while. I hope you like it, Jack.” He said as he helped him pull away the paper from underneath of the box. He hoped this would be something that Jack could do for himself, just something to do for fun.

Jack was quiet for several long moments, his finger lightly running against the edge of the box. Bob began to wonder if maybe he had read Jack wrong, if maybe he had stepped over the line, if he had unintentionally pushed his son even further away when all he was trying to do was gently take him by the hand and lead him back.

“I do like it. Thank you, Papa.” And for a split second he thought he saw a genuine smile flash across Jack’s face as he carefully went about opening the box. Relief flooded Bob as he watched his son with a fond smile, watching as he obviously tried to keep his cool while he took out everything in the box and set it in a neat line across the counter top.

“It only comes with one lens and the standard strap but I thought that maybe, if you wanted to, we could go into town this afternoon and maybe pick out some things? Just some basic stuff to get you started out and we could work from there.” He suggested with what he hoped looked like a relaxed shrug. “It’s up to you, though. I’m sure you don’t want your old fart of a dad cramping your style or anything.”

Jack let out a small snort as he flipped through the user manual, dogearring a couple of pages here and there. “Guess you could come. Only if you plan on buying us lunch too, old fart.” Jack’s eyes met Bob’s and he gave him the smallest of smiles, the first one that had been directed at him for the longest time.

It was small, but it was certainly a step in the right direction.
Angels and Demons (Cas x Reader)

Character: Castiel x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 4,644 (Sorry)

Warnings: Torture. Blood. Swearing.

Request: can you do a soulaate cas oneshot? like the reader and cas don’t know each other, but they meet and the reader can see his wings?

AN: What’s up, guys? I’m super excited to be writing for Cas :) …and I'm also excited to tell y'all that I am going to officially become an aunt today or early tomorrow! (I’m sitting in the hospital with my sister, as I write this) Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoys! Feel free to tell me what you think, leave a request, or just stop by to say hello! :)

-Megan :)



The sound of your bare feet smacking against the slimy concrete, echoed off of the surrounding brick walls as you sprinted around a corner and into an empty alleyway. 

“Do you really believe that you could ever escape me, [Y/N]?” a man laughed sadistically from behind you; the same man whom had broken into your apartment, mere moments before. “I know that Castiel has taught you otherwise." 

Ducking into a nearby doorway, you pressed into the shadows and squeezed your eyes shut, hopelessly trying to answer the questions that swirled recklessly through your mind. 

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awkward-nerd-in-some-fandoms  asked:

Star labs and Team Arrow reactions to Ray bringing home Mick and Barry bring home Len.

Ray is not particularly nervous about the dinner right up until the moment he rings the doorbell. Mick is right by his side, scowling at the door like it has personally offended him, or like he’s expecting the evening to take a particularly unpleasant turn. Ray had to wheedle for about an hour before Mick relented to make an appearance, but he’s here, and Ray thinks that’s what matters in the end.

He did ask Felicity if he could bring someone - it never occurred to him to mention that someone was Mick Rory. His presence in Ray’s life has been a constant, a fact, and most people Ray talks to these days are aware of that, so it never crossed Ray’s mind to specify.

When Felicity opens the door, though, Ray wishes he said something; her eyes widen when she spots Mick and she almost takes a step back, but she schools her features almost immediately.

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I'm Not The Only One, Part 2.

A/N: This is a follow up to a previously posted imagine which can be found here.

I closed the door to my home, barely able to contain my giddiness after the night I had just had with Sergio and what was the scary thought was I had just had a great Valentine’s Day with my husband as well. I wasn’t sure what had come over him as he wined and dined me all day, starting my morning off with a session of pampering from massages to paying for me to get my hair done, and us ending the night with a deliciously prepared dinner done exclusively by him, various gifts I adored, and the passionate sex we had been missing for months.

It was magical and dare I say it dreamy. I hadn’t felt so good with Matthew in such a long time but he made sure to put the fire back into our relationship that night.

But Sergio was working to outdo him. Though our V-Day had to be spent in the confines of his home, he tried his best to make up for it by ordering in and pleasing me like he always did. I had insisted he not pamper me with gifts since I knew it would be hard to explain to my husband where I had gotten a handful of new items and he obeyed my wishes. Even without gifts, it was a great day.

And that was why my smile was as toothy as could be when I stepped back into my home. It wasn’t too late into the night so I knew my husband was probably still awake. I realized he was as I heard him mulling around in the kitchen. I walked further inside and peeped inside to speak to him. “Hey babe.”

He turned his eyes to me, a smile not on his face like it was on mine. “Where have you been?”

It wasn’t the sort of question I was expecting. I came home plenty of times without him questioning where I had been. Why tonight to question me? “Uh…work. Why? Were you waiting for me? I’m sorry.”

The deep laugh that rang out from Matt as he threw his head back showed he was amused by my answer. I furrowed my brows in confusion, beginning to speak before he spoke up instead. “So they were right.”

Again I stood confused. “What are you talking about?” He stopped busying himself with whatever he was cooking on the stove and focused solely on me. “I went to your job. I know you weren’t there. I showed up at your desk to drop by these stupid flowers and you hadn’t been there all day. So where were you?”

My eyes widened in fear before I could catch myself. I wasn’t sure whether to confess while I had the opportunity or to lie it off but again, he had no intentions of letting me speak. “And I don’t know if you know but men talk. A lot,” he chuckled bitterly. “A lot more than you fucking realize and I know for sure you weren’t at work because you were with Sergio.”

His first statement caught me off guard and it was what I was stuck on. What did he mean ‘men talk’? “What are you talking about, Matthew? Men talk? What the hell are you saying?” I was beginning to care less about the fact he knew and more about what he was hinting at.

“Word has been getting around for a few weeks now that a certain person’s wife was sleeping with one of the players. Like an idiot, I thought nothing of it,” he shrugged. “But then the word kept traveling and the rumor started building until someone had the decency to come to me and tell me ‘Oh it’s your wife they’re talking about’. You know, the woman who claims she’s at work or at the store or out with friends but she’s really with the guy you work with? Sound familiar? I guess your little fling couldn’t keep his mouth closed.”

I couldn’t imagine Sergio being the one to say something but if he didn’t, how would people know? It wasn’t like the media had gotten a hold of the story and spread it. It was going through the whole Real Madrid staff first! “Matthew…”

He held up his hands to stop me from talking. “I hope he plays you for the fool that you are and I’m going to laugh when he does it. If you think he’s going to take you and make you his official girlfriend, it’s not happening. I’ll make sure everyone knows of who you really are which is a wife who stepped out on her husband to blatantly disrespect him. You’re just a piece of ass to him. You get that? And you’re throwing us away for that?”

I didn’t like his tone. Though he had every right to be upset, the subtle jabs that were underlying his words was saying a lot but I was left speechless. I had so much running through my mind that I couldn’t process it all at once. I had never thought of this moment coming and now it was here and I was fully unprepared. Did I want to try to salvage our relationship, plead and beg for his forgiveness? I wasn’t sure. As I said, I was truly stuck between two opposites and no matter who I chose I was losing something else. Did I want that to be my husband or Sergio? I wasn’t sure so I would have to prolong the conversation as much as possible until I knew for certain.

“I was torn, Matthew. I didn’t know what to do! I was aware I was doing something wrong but I was too stupid to deny the temptation. It’s hard to describe but I’m sorry. I really am. I never thought I would do something like this, especially to you. You mean everything to me.” By now, genuine tears were welling in my eyes but all he did was cut his eyes at me. “Save the sob story. I’m gonna grab some fresh air. I can’t talk about this right now.”

It was obvious he wasn’t ready yet to have the conversation either and I wasn’t sure if that meant he was ready to break it off but unsure of how to go about it or if he wanted to save us once his initial fiery emotions subsided but while he figured it out, I wanted to figure out Sergio.

The heavy pounding on his door was loud enough for all to hear nearby and I didn’t care. I knew it would grab his attention and it did as he quickly hurried to the door and pulled it open, grabbing me quickly inside before shutting it behind him. The oblivious smile on his face made me want to puke.

“Missed me that much in the past hour or so? I know I did well but damn.” My tense stance with my arms crossed seemed to finally pop up on his radar and his smile dropped. “What’s wrong?”

“Who did you tell?”


My tone immediately raised. “Who did you tell, Sergio?” His face still showed confusion so I elaborated further. “I know about the rumors about us. My husband knows about us. Who did you tell?” His hand ran through his slicked hair as shock hit him full force.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, realizing he had truly messed up. And that he did because I was fuming he had sent my world upside down just so he could trade locker room jabber.

“You fucked up my marriage, Sergio. Do you realize that?” Tears began to brim my eyes as I realized how much would change after today. “Oh no. I didn’t fuck up anything. That was your marriage. Not mine. I wasn’t cheating on anyone,” he retorted which immediately put me in defense.

Was he putting all of the fault on me? Like he wasn’t the one who made the approach? “So it’s okay for you to tell everyone we’re messing around because you’re not the one who is married? Just ruin my life and who cares right?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Oh but that’s what you meant.” He began to step forward to me, his arms outstretched to pacify me and possibly wipe my tears away but I held out my hands to stop him from getting any closer. “Don’t touch me. Please. I just want to be left alone.”

“No you don’t,” he challenged.

“Yes. I do. I just needed to hear it from your mouth that you betrayed me. That’s all.” I began to shake my head and wipe away my tears, already ready to leave the place I once considered a getaway. Sergio sighed heavily and began to speak again with, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was being selfish and I had this…” I could tell he was reluctant to let out his next words as his head drew back, his eyes tracing the ceiling aimlessly above him before he lowered his eyes to me again. “I guess I had this crazy idea that me and you could be something beyond this,” he pointed between the two of us. “Yeah it’s fun but I don’t just want this. I want something stable, a woman I can call at any time, visit her place, meet her family, y’know? I don’t just want sex.”

It was the first he had spoken of such thoughts and if it hadn’t been a moment like this, I would have welcomed it with open arms but I was hurt and already processing a lot. “It was the wrong approach to get you into being mine but I didn’t know what else to do and I’m sorry,” he continued. “Just tell me if the feelings are mutual. If not, I’ll back off. I swear I will but if you even give me the idea that you want this I swear I’ll fix everything.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have Lance hc's????

I have a lot, my good anon. Just gonna ramble right now about my son because god I love him. This is gonna get long.

Lance is athletic. In a kind of casual way. He surfs, he swims, he does gymnastics. He does cheerleading at one point (he claims it’s to get girls, but really he just thinks it’s fun) and for some really weird reason, golf. He dances, too, not in professional kind of way, he just likes to dance. Any music starts playing and he can’t not dance.

He sings, and he’s good, but sometimes he’ll just start singing obnoxiously. He’ll break into Mr. Brightside or YMCA or kpop or literally anything during training, or while cooking, or while showering. It’s not uncommon to hear him walking down the hallways of the castle singing, especially after bad missions. It’s soothing in a weird way to everybody.

He’s got depression. And ADHD. He’s got coping strategies for the ADHD, having learned them at a young age, and Hunk’s been friends with him long enough to know how to help when he gets too stuck in his head, and Lance knows how to help with Hunk’s anxiety, when he starts panicking. Lance hides his depression pretty well, but sometimes he’ll have a bad day and he’ll find somebody, usually Hunk, Pidge, or Coran. Coran always has something for Lance to do, and Pidge lets him sit in her lab as long as he doesn’t bother her. Hunk plays games or watches videos or lets him ramble while doing his work.

He’s a morning person, much to the annoyance of everybody else. He had to be, because he grew up with a lot of family and it was always a battle for the bathroom in the mornings. If he wanted a hot shower, he had to get up earlier than his siblings. The house was always chaos in the morning, with people hurrying around looking for lost shoes and keys and homework that got left on the dining room table the night before and went missing. There was yelling and arguing and occasionally burnt bacon when somebody got distracted, and carpool was a nightmare to figure out every morning. There was never enough coffee in the pot in the morning and Lance’s kid brother liked to use his brush which annoyed Lance to know end. And he misses it. He missed it when he moved into the dorm at the Garrison and he still misses it, probably even more now, because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get to see any of his family.

He’s smart. It doesn’t always seem like it, because he’s not the greatest with comebacks and sometimes he tries to show off, but he’s smart. He’s intuitive and picks things up quickly, at least certain things. He’s had to learn how to take a step back after too many broken bones and detentions when his impulses got the better of him when he was little. It doesn’t always work and he’s still impulsive, but he tries. He’s a sniper in the original sense of the word as well as the current sense and has excellent aim. He’s always had excellent aim. He learned it from tormenting his older siblings by throwing things at them (on a somewhat related note, he makes excellent paper airplanes).

He likes to be dramatic. He really likes being dramatic. He likes attention. He also knows that Hunk doesn’t always like attention, so he’s quick to make everyone focus on him. When they meet Pidge, it transfers over to her, because my God that kid can’t hold back a snarky comment or not argue and they’re a team, right? Better for Lance, who everybody expects to be loud and in trouble, to take the heat than Pidge, who is likely to set the school on fire or pick a fight with someone twice or three times her size.

He’s also nosey. He lives for drama and gossip. He’s too curious for his own good, always wanting to know what everyone’s talking about. It’s partially because he’s a little brother and constantly wanted to know what his older siblings were doing. He’s not always the most subtle about it. Some people find it endearing. Most of them find it annoying. Lance is somewhat unapologetic about it. He likes knowing things. Generally he just likes knowing for knowing but he isn’t afraid to use it as blackmail material. The problem is everybody has that on him, as well, because he gets into trouble more than he should.

He’s really good at painting landscapes. He can’t for the life of him paint people, but he’s good at sunsets and mountains and trees. His mom has a painting he did of the beach at sunset framed in the living room. Lance considered art classes, then got distracted by the Garrison and becoming a fighter pilot, and kind of forgot about painting, hyper-focused on flying. It happens.

Also, he really likes lemon cream pie. I don’t know why this is something I think about but I do. I don’t know. I really don’t know.

anonymous asked:

I’m so thrilled you’re taking prompts again. You’re an amazing writer – the best. Any fandom you’re part of is lucky to have you. Honestly. I was hoping maybe you could write something about, say, Seb finding out that Jim is a virgin and they have a talk about it? (I don’t know!!!!)Fandom: Mormor, Pairing: YOUR Jim and YOUR Sebastian

“I think I may have unearthed an old fellow student of yours.”

You look up. It’s late afternoon, with the heavy summer sun casting everything in molten yellow light, and you may have been dozing off a little. Consequence of being sent around the bloody country yet again, off on god knows what - Jim knows what mission.

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You're Alright You. Part Eleven

• What if … on the day of her release from the mental hospital Rae doesn’t see Chloe and the gang on the bikes…


Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four • Part Five • Part Six • Part Seven • Part Eight • Part Nine • Part Ten


Part Eleven

We were laid in my Mum’s bed.

Under the covers, side by side, both starring up at the ceiling.

Our shoulders were the only parts touching. It was driving me freaking crazy.

How was I supposed to sleep in the same bed as Finn all night without committing a sex crime.

I don’t think I can do this.

I hope these sheets are clean. Oh bloody hell.

“Still awake?” Finn whispered besides me. How can I sleep right now?

“Yeah” As soon as we had gotten into the bed I was suddenly wide awake. I wonder why?

I am a sex addict with out the actually having sex part.

“Thanks for tonight”

“You what?” I hadn’t really done anything.

“With Archie, I doubt he would of told me what was up with him yet, if he hadn’t talked to you”

“You don’t have to thank me Finn” I just listened to him after all, Archie did the hard part “And he would of told you, he did tell you”

"Yeah” he huffed a little “You asked me if there was summet up with him at the weekend and I hadn’t noticed, I should of, he’s my best mate

"He wasn’t ready, to talk about it then”


Archie had been so brave to admit his sexuality.

Chloe had been brave to tell me who her mystery man was. Mr bloody Carrisford.

Maybe it was my time, to be honest. They do say things come in threes, don’t they?

“I need to tell yah summet” I couldn’t breath, what the hell am I doing “About the whole France thing”


I can’t do this. Chicken Shit.

“The thing is I’m not ready to yet” taking a deep breath I turned my head to look at him but he was still starring up at the ceiling, biting his lip “I’ve got some stuff, bad stuff and it’s not fair to not tell yah before…..” oh bloody hell.

“Everyones got stuff Rae” he slowly turned to finally look at me “and your tell me when your ready”

“It could ruin everything” I warned him “You could hate me”

“Oh” he reached over and moved some hair out of my eyes “I highly doubt that”

“It could” ‘cause I’m mad.

“Rae” he thought for a moment “Everyone has stuff, everyone has struggles and everyone has bad things that happen, It don’t change who you are in here” he pointed at his own heart “I know your good, I can wait for you tell me. When your ready. We’ve got plenty of time”


“Yeah” he smiled

What did I ever do to deserve someone like him in my life?


We must of fallen asleep soon after our conversation ‘cause I was woken up by somebody banging on the front door. Again?

“What the fuck is wrong with people today?” I mumbled and got out of the bed. Leaving Finn, who was still fast asleep by the way. Lucky bastard.

Archie had been woken up by the banging too though and was just scratching his head as I opened the door to the lounge.

“Thanks for getting it Arch” I told him.

“No problem Rae” he stuck his tongue out as I passed.

When I opened the door I just wanted to laugh.

“What the fuck Chop?” is he joking?

“You lot having a party without me?” he looked like he was gunna cry or summet.

“Hiya Rae” Izzy spoke from behind him and waved.

“Whats going on?” Chloe’s voice came from the lounge, behind me.

“You just woke us all up, cause you think we are having a party?” Unless it was a bloody silent party he must of known there wasn’t one happening in this house!

“The lights on!”

“One light, In the whole house!"I pointed behind me.

"Well, none of you fuckers told me yah had found Arch!” he was getting louder. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mrs Dewhurst’s curtains twitching. Nosey motherfucker. “And it’s only eleven thirty”

“Get in” I opened the door wider so him and Izzy could come in.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded when he saw Archie.

“Just about” Archie sleepily told him. Just about? Really?

I guess he’s not ready to tell the rest of the gang just yet then?

“Just about? Me and Izzy spent three hours walking around the park and down the common looking for yah only to be told by your Mum that you had turned up at Rae’s house hours before!”

“Sorry Chop, That was my fault” Finn was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he came into the room “I shoulda found yah before I came here”

“Damn fucking right you shoulda’ ”

“You ok Archie bug?” Izzy asked.

“Whats going on then if yah not having a party?”

“Its been a long fucking evening Chop” Finn spoke “Everyones tiered”

“Well I have brought some beers” he held up two bags “So how about we have a drink and a mini party, just us lot”

“I told you no parties”

Chop didn’t say anything just smiled a massive shit eating grin. Cheeky son of a bitch.

“Got any wine?” Chloe asked taking a seat on the arm of the sofa.

“Yeah, here yah go” he passed her one of the bags “You alright Chlo’? Looks like yah been crying?”

“I broke up with that guy I was seeing”

“Oh, sorry

"It’s alright”

I looked over at Finn, who was looking at me and rolled my eyes. Alright my arse.


What the bloody hell is going on here?”


“I told her no bloody parties!”


“Who the hell are you?”


“Oh fucking shit!” I jumped out of the bed me and Finn had shared, again.

This can not be happening.

“What was that?” Finn lifted his head of the pillow and looked me. He looked so sexy with his bed hair that if my Mum wasn’t currently shouting the house down I would probably try to eat him alive.


“Me Mum’s back!”

“Oh shit” he jumped up so fast he was lucky he didn’t fall over.

“Quick, get out of here, go in my room”

Before we could get across the hall to my room though there was my Mum, stood at the bottom of the stairs. Crap.

“Alright Mum?” I waved and Finn stood awkwardly behind me. His hair standing up in every fucking direction. Fucking sexy as hell. Damn him.

“Rachel Earl what the bloody hell is going on?” She sounded mad but it also kind of looked like she was trying not to smile.

“What do yah mean?” I smiled at her.

Rae“ she started walking up the stairs towards us "You know damn well what I bloody mean”

“This is Finn” I tried to distract her.

“Nice to meet yah love, Rae” she huffed “Why are there two lads an a lass asleep on my sofa when I specifically told yah no parties, gang activities and no boys?”

My bedroom door opened and Chloe popped her head out.

“Chloe love”

“Morning Ms Earl” She looked at me with wide eyes. I fucking know.

“Actually Chloe, its Mrs Bouchtat now” You what? “Me and Karim got married two days ago”

“Congratulations?” Chloe replied while I felt Finn reach for my hand. He always knows.

“What?” she can not be serious right now. She married him?

“Rae, we’ll talk about this later. Now get this house tided up before I get out of the bath” Well this is bloody bullshit “And Finn dear you can help Karim with the bags from the car, I might of gotten a bit carried away at the the duty free” I bet you did.

“No problem Mrs Bouchtat”

“You just spent the night in my bed with my daughteroh my god, someone shoot me now “you can call me Linda” huh?

“Ok” he was going red as she passed us and locked herself in the bathroom.

“Oh my god Rae, are you aright?” Chloe asked as Finn just tightened his grip on my hand.

“I better go down, to the car” and as far away from my mother as he could.

“Okay, yeah” I nodded and let go of his hand.

Once Finn had gone I pushed Chloe back into my room.

“What about Arch and that downstairs?”

“Oh fucking hell, they better go before she gets done in the bathroom”

“Come on, then we can go to the cafe or summer and have breakfast” You can have breakfast. I’ll just watch.

“I can’t believe she bloody married him, she’s only known him five minutes”

“The heart wants what the heart wants Rae” Oh please.


“So you and Finn shared a bed, hey” she was smiling at me.

“ ‘nought happened” I bloody wish it had.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“It didn’t” I laughed “Not that I didn’t want it too”

“Your gunna need a fucking bib, have you seen him”

"Oi!” Well, she’s not wrong “Come on, lets go down”


Sunday morning I got woken up by Archie shaking me. Why did I ever want friends again? All they seem to do is wake me up all the time.

“What the fuck?”

“Rae, it’s me”


“Yeah, sorry but Chop has called a meeting down the chippie”

“Why? summet happened?”

“Dunno” he smiled “Don’t think its anything bad cause he sounded dead happy” happy? “Just told me to pick you, Chlo’ and Finn up”

“Do they know?”

“Doubt it, I rang em and said I was on me way. Called you too by he way but Karim answered and I don’t think he understood anything I said” Well thats about right.

“If this is about a house party or summet, I’ll slap him, with a wet fish”

“I would pay to see that”

“I’ll do it for free” I stood up “Just buy the fish”



Archie picked Finn and Chloe up in his car on the way to the chippie.

“Anyone know what this is about?” Chloe spoke from the back seat, next to Finn.

Finn though, well he stayed oddly quiet as me and Archie said no. Doe’s he bloody know?

I tried to catch his eye on the rest of the car ride but he looked out of the window the whole way. What is going on?

And as soon as the car stopped he jumped out and pretty much ran into the chippie leaving us all still in the car.

“He knows” Chloe pointed at him.

“Come on, there’s only one way we are gunna find out what those two are up ta”

As soon as we entered the Chippie, Chop was standing at the end of one table “Sit down” he pointed at the seats. Finn was already sat in one of em and Izzy was next to him.

“Right you lot” Chop clapped his hands once we all sat down.

“What is this about?” Izzy asked. So even she didn’t know

“Well, I have been planning a surprise lads trip for the last couple of weeks”

“What?” So Archie had no idea either then.

“Lads trip?” If he was planning a lads trip why the hell where me, Chloe and Izzy here.

“Well, Finnley here said he wanted to take Raemondo along and I managed to get three extra tickets for all of you girls to join us”


“What for?”

“Knebworth baby girl” he smiled at me.

“Shut up” I almost shouted while Chloe and izzy looked confused “Are you serious”

“Dead serious” oh my god.

“Are you messing with me?” That is it, there is no way this is my life. I must of fallen into a coma and that whole pinching thing just doesn’t work.

“I ain’t messing with yah” he was grinning so hard I was worried his face would get stuck. 

“What is going on?” Chloe demanded.

“We’re going to see Oasis, at Knebworth!”

“Oh my god” I turned to Finn “It was your idea”

“Well, yeah but Chop did the leg work” he was so fucking incredible.


“No problem” He leant over the table and gave me a quick kiss.

“Oh here we go again” Archie said “All of you at it again”

I laughed and turned to see Izzy hanging around Chop’s neck as they made out.

Holy shit I am going to be in the same room as Liam Gallagher. I think I might pass out.


quadruples  asked:

hello, i'm in love with oikawa and your tags on that hp au post have me Interested, because i love slytherin oikawa so much but i've never considered the ushioi dynamic in an hp au before?? ? so like. basically i really want 2 hear about your ideas for an hp au if you have any. sorry this is incredibly awkward pfffft!!


Please do not apologize, this is not awkward at all, you have absolutely made my day and I am thrilled to have this opportunity to go on at length about an ushioi HP AU.

So clearly slytherin Oikawa is perfect and doesn’t even merit discussion, it’s so obvious and true. I’m also gonna go ahead and say that Oikawa is a half-blood, and that this takes place, oh idk, a decade or so after the events of HP–so even though Death Eaters are a thing of the past, prejudice against muggleborns is very much still A Thing, especially within Slytherin house. Oikawa is so charming and so good at being a Slytherin that he rarely gets any shit for being a half-blood, at least to his face. Oikawa is, naturally, very popular throughout the whole school, and he’s the Seeker for Slytherin and the Quidditch captain.

Now, Ushijima is such a weirdo that you could make a decent case for him being in Slytherin (he’s certainly ambitious), Hufflepuff (hella hard-working) or Gryffindor (brave, stubborn as fuck). I like him best as Gryffindor because of the potential comedy: he would 100% be absolutely hated by every other Gryffindor. Other Gryffindors would see him as unadventurous, never willing to do anything fun, boring, and generally Too Perfect. He’s Quidditch Captain (also plays Seeker) and a Prefect and completely unwilling to bend the rules for anyone in his house, he’s the Utter Worst. Also his family is super pureblood and super rich. 

Oikawa and Ushijima, of course, have been rivals on and off the quidditch field since second year, and going into their seventh year they’d both be competing for Head Boy, so the rivalry would intensify. Since they were eleven year olds, Ushijima has insisted that Oikawa should have been in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin, which pisses Oikawa off because he assumes it’s just the usual Gryff prejudice against Slytherins. And that was probably it when they were 12, but now it’s because Ushijima has always noticed the way people in Oikawa’s own house talk shit about him behind his back because of Oikawa’s half-blood status, and he disapproves. Oikawa should be in a house where the petty malice of Hogwartz’ more immature students can’t touch him. 

But considering Ushijima’s social skills, he’s unable to convey this every time he and Oikawa talk, and all their talks turn into confrontations. Oikawa resents that Ushijima has been born into privilege and that he’s so gifted at both magic and quidditch that upon graduation, he’ll be able to choose between a golden career at the Ministry of Magic or a golden career in professional quidditch. Oikawa has had to work hard and use every trick up his sleeve to get to where he is, whereas Ushijima has just been handed everything. The only thing that gives Oikawa any comfort at all is how much Ushijima seems to be despised by all the Gryffindors in his year, the people that should be his closest friends. (Oikawa refuses to see any similarities between Ushijima’s loneliness in Gryffindor and his own position within Slytherin, surrounded by friends he knows to be very, very false.) Ushijima only hangs out with the Quidditch team, and they probably only tolerate his presence because he’s led them to victory so often.

Things come to a head in the spring of their sixth year, when Gryffindor and Slytherin are slated to play each other for the Quidditch Cup. It’s come down to Gryffindor vs. Slytherin for the final match every year since Oikawa and Ushijima both made it onto their respective teams. On top of this, everyone knows that Head Boy next year will be either Ushijima or Oikawa, and the outcome of this match could probably have some influence over that decision. 

A week or so before the match, Ushijima surprises everyone by hexing a Slytherin fifth-year who’d been calling Oikawa “no better than a mudblood.” This makes waves through the whole school: Ushijima has never done anything to warrant detention before, and this particular detention will keep him away from quidditch practice for two days before the big game, when every hour of practice is absolutely essential. 

No one is more shocked to hear about it than Oikawa, and he’s also furious. What, so Ushijima’s so over-confident that he thinks he doesn’t need to even practice before facing Oikawa on the quidditch pitch? And how stupid is he, doesn’t he know that people call Oikawa mudblood and worse all the time? And why does he even care? What’s he playing at?

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IMAGINE ~ Sam giving you swim lessons after a hunt where you almost drown

A/N: So, praying this works because this is probably the millionth time I tried to post this. It wouldn’t let me put the gif where I wanted it when I used the app on my iPod and every time I’ve tried to hit post on the computer, it doesn’t do anything. Also the gif looks huge on my computer and I have no clue how to shrink it. I’ve only ever used the app and have no idea how to work the computer version, so if anyone has any helpful tips, it would be much appreciated.

This is my first imagine ever, so please bear with me if it’s not so good. No smut in this one, just fluff and some awkwardness. Let me know if you guys want a part 2. Thanks for the read and enjoy. 

Sam bounced his foot anxiously while he waited for you. You had been hunting with the boys for awhile now and just finished up another successful hunt with them last night—well, semi-successful anyway. It had involved a haunted lake, reminiscent of a job the Winchesters had worked years ago. Unbeknownst to either of them, you couldn’t swim. So of course you’d had the luck of the spirit pulling you into the water when the boys had been distracted. Dean had quickly finished salting and burning the remains—which he had found under the water—while Sam had dove in after you. You had been out cold when he’d brought you back up and he’d managed to perform CPR just in time. But he’d insisted on giving you swim lessons and now sat in his motel room with Dean, waiting for you to get changed.

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