if-you-insist

travis mcelroy callout post: since we’re all talking abt the hit i just wanted to remind you all

  • travis (insists) he’s a sexpert?
    • no degree?
      • hasn’t been seen on his wall

Mixed people, you aren’t just the “diet” version of whatever races you belong to. You’re legitimate. Don’t let monoracial people try to take your identity from you, or pick the identity they want you to have, especially white people. 

Don’t let monoracial people insist you’re somehow less valid than them, or let them weaponize your other identities to hurt you. 

You’re just as valid, and deserve full, unconditional acceptance.

- Mod K

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requested by anon <3
prompt;  Hii can i request at sirius black x reader where the reader is decorating gryffindor common room for another quidditch match victory party, she is hanging something on the wall on a ladder and sirius is helping her. but he keeps telling her to fix things bc he just wants to stare at her ass😂 sorry if this is too specific i just loved the idea!

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

Energies were still high from the recent Quidditch victory as students poured into the common room with various drinks and snacks tucked under their robes that they stole from the kitchen – or politely asked the elves to give the good to them. You didn’t exactly know and hardly cared at the moment since all you could focus on was putting up this silly poster and worrying that the ladder Sirius Black was holding for you wouldn’t topple over. Sure, you could’ve done this simple task with magic in a heartbeat, but the muggle in you insisted on hanging it up the old fashioned way. Or perhaps it was a simple jest from Sirius, daring you to do it without magic’s help.

He had to admit, seeing you frustrated made his mischief bone tickle and he couldn’t help but grin. Teasing you was his favourite activity, but when he dared to share his adventures with his group of friends Remus would either scowl or give him a knowing look for which’s meaning he was oblivious to. Remus even compared yours and his relationship to that of James’s and Lily’s! Sirius would always dismiss such claims since James was in love, and there was no way the great Sirius Black would lose his playboy ways and succumb to such a delicate emotion. No, Sirius simply liked to stare at your bottom. Which he was doing right now.

“Is it straight?” You questioned with bite in your voice, tilting your head down and demanding for a quick answer as you held up the poster, “My arms are getting sore.”

You noted his eyes quickly dart from your lower body to your face, and grinning sheepishly he glanced at the moving poster before saying, “Nah, still a bit crooked. Maybe a bit to the right…?”

“If you drop me I’ll hex you.” Your words were lost on death ears since after you looked away he presumed to enjoy the prettiest view of your round butt.

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Huntress- Part 12: Ramiel

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E12 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven

Lying awake in a motel, you breathed in and out. Sat upright and facing the window, where a few muffled shouts of drunk people occasionally sounded. You sighed, glancing at your Uncle and Dad who were both fast asleep. 
Dad wasn’t overly keen on the idea of you tagging along to hunt a demon, especially since that night…
But you insisted on him at least taking you. He gave in, most likely not wanting to fight over it rather than agreeing with you. You hadn’t thought about Max for a few days. You still missed her. Of course you did. Seeing your Dad and Uncle together, as siblings, it reminded you of her. Especially with their Mum back. 

You were staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Swiping it away before it woke anyone up you looked at the caller ID and sighed. 
He was calling you again, the last voice mail was supposed to be the final one. He told you he’d leave you alone. He told you- 
‘1 new voice mail’
You read the words on the screen, again for safe measure.
Your finger hovered over ‘play’ as you reached for your headphones. Only, something made you stop. Realisation perhaps,you were a curious person, but this wasn’t right. It’s not lying if you don’t listen to the messages.

‘message deleted’


When your Dad and Uncle finally woke up you were fully dressed, reading through some articles on your phone. Dad’s eyes landed on you, then fell to the barely creased duvet and he sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to you. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked softly, not giving you room to escape the question.
You shook your head, not looking at him. “You’re gonna need energy if you want to help on this hunt.” He subtly lectured you.
“I know…”
“Y.N, I know it’s hard. But you’re going to have to focus for me, focus on the hunt and nothing else…Just, try not to get too worked up, love.” He gave you a quick side hug, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When he stood up, he held his hand on your shoulder for a second before going to the bathroom.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Uncle Dean sat down next to you this time. You felt stupid, like you needed some kind of constant reassurance. “You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow lightly.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, smiling lightly.
“As crazy as this sounds, Sammy’s died before. I know what it feels like to be without your sibling. I know how tough it is.”
“But he came back.” You fiddled with your thumbs.
“Yeah he did…But it’s the same pain you’re going through.”
“Not if they didn’t come back it isn’t.” You chuckle bitterly, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
”Your Dad; struggling as much as you are, Y/N. He’s lost one of his Daughters. I’ve lost one of my Nieces. Yeah, we didn’t meet her, but she was still our family….I’m sorry, kid…” At that moment your Dad wandered back into the room, Uncle Dean looked up before saying “Come on, let’s meet this Hunter. That should take your mind off things.”


“I’m not mourning her.”You said, putting your phone in your pocket and rising from the bed to gab your jacket. “I’m just…so much has changed for me. When too much happens and I get overwhelmed my go-to is…was…my sister. I’m not mourning. I’m just trying to cope.”

Your Dad nodded seriously, doing his best to understand your situation. “You’ve been through a hell of a lot, kid. You are coping.” He ruffled your hair when you walked past, making you crack a smile.
“See?” He noted your smile “You’ve just gotta keep doing that.”


“Mandy?” Uncle Dean read the Waitresses name-tag “That short for Amanda?”
“Obviously.” You mumbled, realising she’d said it at the same time and sharing a smile with her.
“Can I get you anything?” She asked, smiling at you.
“Just a tea, thanks.” You smiled, ignoring Uncle Dean’s offended stares.
“Hey uh, what’s the wifi password?” Your Dad looked up from his tablet.
“Extra cheese.”
“No thanks I’ll just have normal.” Uncle Dean butted in, not understanding.
“No..that’s the wifi password.”
“Oh…”
“And anything for you, handsome?” You almost laughed out-loud when she flirted her way through to Cas, noting down his meal as slowly as possible while she thought of something to say.

When she walked away you chuckled, eyeing Cas’ confused face. He shot you a frown, but you didn’t say anything as you continued to smile. You got your phone out, typing “extra cheese” before…one bar??? You scoffed at the awful wifi,putting your phone away. You wouldn’t get far with that.

“The internet here sucks, but I’ve found some things that might help us with the case. So-” Your Dad began, only to be cut off by Uncle Dean.
“Yeah no one cares. Okay Cas, you’ve gotta get in there. This good be some really good practice for you.”
“Kill me.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into your chair, making your Dd chuckle.
“And the upside? They always smell like food.” Uncle Dean declared, making you grimace: “That’s disgusting…in what uncultured alternate universe is that an upside?” You questioned.
“Food?!” Uncle Dean couldn’t possibly see how it wasn’t an upside.
“Upside? That they smell like food?” Your Dad scrunched up his face in disgust, joining in with your side while Mary sat in between, watching with a tolerant stance. 

“Okay, screens down. Eyes up!” Mary declared, almost making you jump.
“Sorry…” Everyone looked down, sat up straight and shifted awkwardly in their seats.
“Okay. Good.” Mary nodded.
“So uh…You guys have met those fancy Men Of Letters?” Wally asked, although he seemed to be aiming the question at you. Wally was the Hunter who asked for help with the case, he’d contacted Mary who’d brought the four of you into it.
“You mean the British Men Of Letters?”
“I lived with them. So yeah.” You nodded, raising your eyebrows.
“And yet your Dad’s a Winchester?” he was curious, not rude, so you answered him.
“Yeah…My Mum was English so I grew up in Europe.”
“In London?” He seemed fascinated.
“Yep. It’s pretty dull, but foreigners seem to like it.”
“I’ll bet.” 
“Yeah…”

“Those guys have gadgets, but they kept my Niece from me and they tried to kill my Brother.” Uncle Dean grumbled, you gave a tight smile, feeling like a slight outcast as they spoke about American Hunting as though it deserved it’s own trade mark symbol. You hadn’t realised, but your Dad was eyeing your reactions.


Spraycan in hand, you drew out a circle, adding in the runes and symbols to trap the demon that would hopefully fall into it’s centre. When you stepped back your Dad threw a rug over it and watched as you tied your shoe laces, wondering if he should bring it up or not. To his surprise, you said it instead: “Stay behind me? Don’t do anything stupid? Be safe?” You guessed his words, crossing your arms slightly.

With a disapproving look, he nodded. “What? You say it every time!”

“And I mean it every time!” He retaliated. Only, his voice was more harsh than you thought it would be. You backed up slightly, aware you’d crossed some sort of line.
“…Y/N, I’m sorry…I’m just worried about you…” He looked down guiltily.
“I know…I’m sorry too. I’ll stay behind you guys.” You exclaimed, offering a tight smile. He nodded before saying “Okay, everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

But, it really wasn’t.

After a few minutes of positioning yourselves you decided on your stations- Wally was outside in case he came from a different entrance, Uncle Dean was in the doorway, his gun aimed towards the front door, fully loaded with demon-trap bullets, Dad was at the side of the front door, prepared for a different angle of attack, Cas was behind and Mary to the side. You were next to Mary where she had hand out to stop you from going any nearer towards the door. As much as you appreciated their determination to keep you out of harms way, you were a little irritated by the over protectiveness of everyone. However, you’d told your Dad you’d stay back so that’s exactly what you did.

Seconds after you’d sharpened your knife, a faint whistling could be heard. Everyone shared a look and you all prepared for impact. 
The whistling grew louder and you knew something was wrong. The way he seemed to whistle was too confident, too repetitive. He knew- you were sure of it -he knew you were in there.
Before you had a chance to test this theory, he opened the door, tilting his head at Uncle Dean. “Why the hell are you in my house?” The demon snarled.

Uncle Den fired, ignoring the question, yet, despite the bullet going straight through him, he didn’t seem at all phased. Chuckling slightly he stepped forward, Uncle Dean shot again but nothing happened. There were no signs of pain let alone death. The demon kicked away the carpet, revealing the devil’s trap you’d spray-painted earlier. “Hunters.” He spat. 

In an attempt to rid of the demon, your Dad attacked from behind, digging his demon-blade into the back of his vessel. Again, no result.
The demon opened his mouth to speak, but he changed his mind when his eyes landed on Cas: “Angel”. With a deathly stare he marched straight for Cas, pushing Uncle Dean and Mary out of the way.
He threw Cas to the floor and a fight kicked off. You weren’t sure what was going on with your Dad and Uncle, but by the sounds of it they were occupied with demons of their own.

Focusing on the demon in the room with you, you swung your blade at him, dodging when he tried to hit you back. He threw you to the floor without making contact, a thrust of his hand and you were down. Mary raced over to you, trying to help you back up only soon she was sent backwards as well. “Hiya sweetheart.” The man grinned, his eyes flashing a flaming yellow as he stared down at Mary. 
With Cas back on his feet he distracted the demon, giving you and Mary time to recover. Rising from the floor and ignoring the pain in your hand, which must have been a broken wrist or something, you raced reached out for your blade which had fallen from your grip.

As you managed to grasp hold of it you heard a deafening smash to see Cas being sent crashing through the window out on to the garden. “Run!” Cas managed, shouting at you and Mary.
Mary nodded and grabbed hold of your upper arm, dragging you away from the scene.”I’m not leaving him.” You bitterly declared as you tugged yourself away from her grip, chasing after Cas.

As you raced down the stairs, just dodging a demon as they tried to shove past you. You ignored the shouts of your Dad and Uncle, determined to get to Cas in time.
“Hey!” You shouted. The demon was stood above Cas, holding some sort of spear. When he lowered it towards his body you practically screamed at him to stop, sprinting towards the scene. The weapon stabbed through Castiel’s body, making him cry out in pain. You raced over, attacking the demon with the same defenseless blade because that was all you had- and you had to do something. 

“Y/N…” Cas managed before the sound of a car cut him off. You looked up to see Mary coming to a halt and leaping out of the car. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down next to you and Cas.
“He stabbed Cas with…I don’t know what it was.” You shook your head, looking about the place in case he was coming back.

“We need to go, we can’t stay here.” You insisted.
“Yes, go” Cas nodded in attempt to keep you both safe. Mary shared a look with you and you grabbed one of Cas’ arms each, heaving him off the ground and into the car.

You sat in the back with him, blood was pouring on your hands, but you kept pressure on his wound, ignoring the river of red. Cas was shivering in your arms, his whole vessel breaking up. “You’re gonna be fine.” You assured him, changing hands on the wound. Orbiting the gash were lots of vein-like black lines slowly seeping their way along his skin. You watched in shock, having never seen anything like it, but made sure your face didn’t show it as not to frighten him.

“Let’s go in here.” Mary suggested, parking just outside some sort of barn house. You nodded, trying your best to help Cas out of the car while still keeping the cloth on his wound.

You and Mary helped Cas into the barn-house, an arm each round your shoulders as you gently laid him on the floor, leaning against an old trough. “Cas, hey come on. Stay with me.” You held his face, looking into him desperately as he struggled to fine his bearings. Mary’s phone rang so she stood up away from you both: “Yeah…take a left and keep going…we’re at an old farm house…yeah she’s with me….she’s fine, but….it’s Cas…”.

Your wrist had bruised slightly, swelling a little. You grimaced slightly at the pain, but focused on Cas. Kneeling down next to him, you felt helpless, you didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but it wasn’t a regular wound. 
“Y/N, come here.” Mary’s stern voice made you pull yourself away from the injured to see what she wanted.

You both turned away from Cas and spoke in hushed voices “How bad is it?” She asked.
“Pretty bad…I’ve never seen anything like it…It’s some sort of magic that’s for sure.”
She sighed and looked down “We need to do something.” 
“I know…I just don’t know what.”

At that moment the door swung open and your Dad and Uncle walked straight over to you both. You pulled your sleeve down over your wrist as not to worry anyone and slipped away from the huddle to check on Cas. 
“Hey, love.” You whispered, feeling your eyes want to cry. You blinked away the urges, smiling comfortingly at him. “Y/N…you’re hurt.” He nodded at your wrist and you almost laughed. 
“Cas, that’s the least of my worries right now.”
He cried out, shouting in agony, his body jolting a little. 

“Cas?!” Uncle Dean’s worried voice grew closer as he knelt down opposite to you. You looked at each other with worried eyes.
“Sam.” He ordered, clearing his throat before adding “Sammy.”

Dad looked towards where you were both crouched over Cas’ wounded body and hurried over. He knelt down next to you, placing one hand gingerly on your back. “Cas..?” His tone of voice said it all. It was bad. And there was nothing you could-

“You idiots. You’re all going to die.”

Looking up, you frowned at the man. It was Crowley- King Of Hell. He stepped forward and looked down at Cas with an unreadable expression. “What happened?” 
“He got stabbed with some sort of silver-tipped spear thing.” You said, not taking your eyes away from his wound. The vein-like structures had grown in length significantly, now curving towards his face along his neck. It was apocalyptic.

“Not a spear, a lance.” Crowley corrected you.
“Hold on a second,” Your Dad rose from his position in thought “Those other demons were yours.”
“Obviously.”
You frowned.
“They were my demons. Only they were there to keep others out. You should never mess with…” Crowley sighed and paused, considering his next words. “Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?”
You shook your head, a chorus of “no”’s erupted from the rest interrupted by a “yes”. Turning to look at Cas, he adjusted himself slightly, wincing, “Prince Of Hell.”

You weren’t one hundred percent sure what a Prince Of Hell was, but it didn’t sound good. Crowley explained the story of Ramiel, his offer to give Crowley the throne and his wish to be left alone. When he was finished you asked “Can you help him?”

Crowley shook his head “There is no cure.”

“There has to be! If you can trap Lucifer you fix a wound!” You shouted at him, making him jump at your sudden increase in volume.
“I’m…sorry. But there’s nothing you can do.”

“Help us or get the hell out of here.” Uncle Dean demanded, standing right up against him menacingly.


You stayed next to Cas, leaning against a hay barrel looking defeated. Dad, Mary and Uncle Dean were discussing something about a plan. You got out you blade and sharpened it, contemplating going outside.
“Y/N.” At the mention of your name you rose to your feet, giving Cas a reassuring smile before joining your Father. “Yeah?”
“You ready?”
“Why, what’s the plan?”
“Hit him with all you got.” Uncle Dean crossed his arms proudly.
“But he’s a Prince Of Hell, surely “everything we got” will just go straight through him?” You raised an eyebrow, aware you weren’t being overly optimistic.

“We’ve got to do something.” Mary cleared her throat “And this is that something, if you’ve got a better idea I’d love to hear it.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“We know,” Dad offered a tight smile “Just be safe.” He squeezed your hand and you turned round to see Cas coughing and spluttering.

“You have to go.” Cas managed, his voice weak yet still of authority.
“Cas…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I mean it. Save yourselves and run. I love you,” He paused, taking a deep breath “I love all of you. You’re my family.” 
You smiled through teary eyes.
Please. Please don’t let my last moments be spent watching you die.”

Your heart broke and ached at the sight of him. Your mind trailed back to when you’d first met and he healed your foot for you, it was a small and yet kind gesture. He’d used his healing powers for you and you had none to give in return.

“No…Cas. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you.” Uncle Dean declared decisively. 
“We’re fighting for you Cas.” Dad agreed “And we’re not going to leave you.”

If Dad had anything more to say he was cut off by a crash, you all turned to see Crowley’s body hunched over. He’d been thrown in by…it must have been Ramiel.

As if on cue, his whistle sounded once more as he walked into the barn. “Evening.” He grinned, his eyes falling on you for a second, then to Cas. You stepped closer to Cas, ready to defend him.

Uncle Dean held up his lighter and dropped it, causing a ring of fire to arise round the Prince Of Hell. “Cosy.” Ramiel didn’t seem to be overly phased which made you wonder if he could escape.
“You know we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t just left me alone.” He snarled. “Anyway,” he glared at all of you “You’ve stolen something from me. if I don’t get that back within thirty seconds…well…we’ll see, won’t we?”
You shared a look of confusion with your Dad,before turning to the rest. “Stolen?” You echoed, trying your best to make it sound like it wasn’t a lie…which no doubt made it sound like a lie. Ramiel nodded “I don’t know which one of you it was, or if it was all of you. But I want it back.” 
He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pocketwatch, starting the timer. 

“Look, we don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Uncle Dean tried his best, but there was no stopping him now.
“Twenty seconds.”
“I’m serious. No clue.” Uncle Dean’s voice became louder as the tension in the room rose.
“Ten seconds.”
You looked at your Dad, then to Uncle Dean, then to Cas. All of which were waiting on something, looking more and more worried. Your eyes then fell on Mary who was staring back at Ramiel, she seemed to be ignoring your eyes.
“Three.″
You swallowed.
“Two.″
He stepped forward.
“One.”

Confidently, his hands reached above his head where the Lance appeared through a clouded mist. He slammed it onto the ground, making you almost lose your footing and putting the fire out so he could escape.

Time to fight.

Everyone was instantly on the move, swinging blades and shooting bullets. He wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet, you still kicked him off Uncle Dean, ducking under his incoming fist.
As you parried to the left, Dad stabbed his back with a demon blade, making Ramiel’s attention turn elsewhere. With his back turned, Mary also stabbed him, only he was fast and had her on the floor in seconds.

You backed away, aware he had the Lance still firmly in his grip. He held it out in front of you, taking it back to swing at you. You twisted your body so it just missed and grabbed hold of the sides, now fighting to take it from his grasp. You struggled as your wrist was still bruised up and no doubt broken in places so your Dad held on too, allowing you to let go to kick Ramiel’s chest, separating him from his weapon.

Your Dad then swung and plunged the blade through his chest. He gasped in pain, stumbling backwards slightly before shouting out. His call fell to nothing as his body crumbled into nothing but a hazy mist of blackness. Everyone relaxed and caught their breath, staring at where Ramiel was just stood.

A series of coughing and spluttering made you all race over to Cas. You knet down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He struggled to take his next breath, his body jolting with spasms. The next series of coughing made some sort of black substance seep through his lips. Gasping for air, his body stiffened.

You stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds went by, everyone else was staring in silence. You then tore your eyes away to see Crowley holding the Lance, he looked up at you, holding your gaze a moment before looking back down at it. He then grasped hold tightly of either side and snapped the handle in two. 

Some sort of blue orb of light erupted from the break, making you look away. It shined so bright the room disappeared from your vision before going back to normality. When you looked down at Cas he was perfectly fine, his face still had a few scratches, but his wounds were healed and there was no sign of infection of any kind.

“It’s all in the rune work.” Crowley broke the silence “Oh..you’re welcome.”


“So that’s it, you’re okay?” Mary asked hesitantly, leaning forward slightly.

“Yes.” Cas nodded slowly before saying “What did he mean…about somebody stealing something?” 

A few seconds of silence broke out when Uncle Dean sighed “Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Come on, let’s go home.”

On the way back to the Impala, you walked behind the rest, your hand running over your wrist. It had purples splotches over it with red tinges round the edges of them. You din’t notice your Dad fall behind until he spoke “Your wrist okay?”
You nearly jumped when he said so, but cleared your throat before nodding “Yeah…it’ll heal.” 
You tugged your sleeve over it and looked at your feet, paying attention to each step you took. “I’ll get you a bandage when we get back.” Dad offered, trying his best not to keep going on about it and yet remain worried.

“Thank you.”

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and slowing to a halt. This forced you to do the same. 
“I’m…” You chose your words carefully “Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…I mean, as strange as it sounds hunting kinda helps. It takes my mind of things. 

“Yeah no I get that.” He nodded. You looked over to see Uncle Dean and Mary leaning against Baby, talking about the case no doubt. 

“Has uh…Mick been in contact since last time?” 

You thought about it before shaking your head. “No…he’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet, or just quiet?”

“I don’t know yet… But he’s not stupid. Mr K and Toni are ignorant, but Mick’s brain doesn’t work like that. He’s just insistent.”

Dad nodded, probably clueless as to what he could say.

“They never had intentions of keeping me as part of the Men Of Letters. A few changed their minds over time….especially when…when Max died. Mick was one of the only ones who kept the promise of letting me go.” When you noticed your Dad’s face you added “I’m not defending him. I’m just…I don’t know…”

“No, that’s okay. I get what you’re saying. We just don’t particularly trust them.” Dad explained.

“Yeah…frankly they don’t trust each other so it’s a wise decision.”

He chuckled halfheartedly, before sighing. “So you’re okay with this? With being moved to another country…another continent…with a new family…It must be a lot to take in.” Dad empathised. It made sense that he was talking about this now, you probably wouldn’t have opened up as much when you first met. 

“There’s no hunting in England. Everything’s surveyed…I never really did much field work until now-”
“Really? You’re a pretty impressive Hunter for someone who hasn’t done so before.”
“They train you pretty good. Plus Mum let me hunt with her sometimes.” You smiled at the memory. Whenever Mum got a whiff of a possible Hunt you’d practically beg to go with her. “If I stayed in England, then I wouldn’t even have a family…It’s better here…even if you guys don’t have Marmite.”
Your Dad threw you a funny look and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” He frowned, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Hey don’t look at me, you love it or you hate it.” You chuckled, turning to head back to the Impala.

What?” He followed you like a dog, curious to what you were talking about.

“You guys don’t have jaffa cakes either..” Your mind was now going through a list of food you hadn’t seen in a while.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad admitted, but he was enjoying your ramble none the less.
“Or curry…how can you not have curry?!”
Your Dad was grinning at you,his eyebrows raised as you mumbled to yourself- your face screwed up in thought “And Yorkshire’s! How could I forget Yorkshires..”



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Prompt: Prompt: Despite Groff’s insistence, you did not have a crush on Pippa and she definitely didn’t have a crush on you.

Warning: Femslash and just a bit of teasing, but other than that… It’s innocent ;)

A/N: Day 2 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. Another first for me since I have never written for Pippa or femslash. Cheers, hope you guys enjoy.


“Y/N, will you help me?”

Pippa’s soft voice calling your name made you jolt up from your seat on the floor where you were you were doing your routine stretches before the show. “Y-Yes, what can I help you with?” you stammer, your gaze flickering to her shapely legs.

She was sitting on the ground, legs stretched out to a ‘v’ shape, and when she reached out to you, you realize what she needed help with. You plop down to the ground, mimicking her pose, and for good measure, wipe your sweaty palms along your leggings before grabbing her hands. You pull her towards you, gulping when you see her muscles flex and relax.

After a few reps of stretching, she gives you a sweet smile that puts a goofy grin on your face.

“Thank you, Y/N. You don’t need it, but break a leg tonight!” she calls over her shoulder as she exited the room.

You sigh, watching her lithe form. From the corner of your eye, you see Groff saunter next to you.

“Shut up,” you grumble as he helps you up to your feet.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he hums.

You roll your eyes. “I know you too well to know what you’re thinking.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade Groff that you simply admired the talented Pippa and was constantly impressed by her kindness, he was convinced that your feelings for her were beyond platonic. As a matter-of-fact, he had a theory that she didn’t have innocent feelings towards you either.

Ever since you joined the ensemble as the new “Bullet” you were swept up in the chaotic world of the entertainment business. You somehow managed to balance performing every day of the week, meeting fans you didn’t know you have, and squeezing in smaller gigs for extra pocket money. Luckily, Groff offered you a temporarily place to stay until you had your bearings together. As a struggling dancer in New York never had time to date, especially now when your career was only beginning.

The more pressing issue was that you’ve never dated a woman, either. You were an open-minded person, love is love, after all, but having feelings for a woman was a new territory for you. It was different, scary, but above all, exciting.

You run a hand down your face at your thoughts. But it’s not like you liked Pippa. You just thought she was beautiful, caring, kind, and put together, qualities that you looked up to in a person. She was a great friend.

“Oooh, care to share your thoughts?” Groff teases, “those expressions on your face while you had your little internal monologue seemed like they were juicy.”

“Just be quiet and get ready for the show will you?” you groan, pushing him away from you.

He laughs but decides to let the subject go.

Relieved, you continued to stretch and prepare for the show.


“Want to share a cab with me tonight?” Pippa asks as she exited the stage during intermission.

After the show, a few of the cast and crew were going out for drinks at a bar that recently opened to relieve some of the stress from the week. “You’re coming?” you asked, surprised.

“I don’t know, I kind of want to let loose tonight,” she giggles, biting her bottom lip, “don’t you ever get an urge to do something crazy?”

You glance at her lips, red and lush, heart pounding heavily. You shake your head and look away, focusing on making it to Groff’s dressing room without making a fool of yourself. “I guess,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Perfect! So meet me after the show in my dressing room tonight, alright?” she claps her hands and then squeezes your arm before heading over to Jasmine, who called her over to look at something on her phone.

You inwardly groan, ignoring the lingering warmth of her touch on the spot where she touched you, and deciding to forgo Groff’s dressing room entirely. You made a beeline to the stairs that led for the rooftop, hoping that the fresh air would help soothe your unsettled mind.


Pippa was sin wrapped in leather.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. Her black leather pants were practically painted on her long legs and the leather corset accentuated her small waist. To top it off, her lips were painted red, a promise of a wild night.

“Ready?” she grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the exit. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the catcalls from the staff and crew. “Sorry I took so long; my pants weren’t cooperating. Did everyone go ahead?”

Your face heats up, hoping she didn’t see your lingering gaze on her hips. “Yeah, Groff said he already has a table covered for us.”

“Perfect,” she smiles, leading you to the yellow cab that waited on the street.

You climb in first, your breath catching when she slides in next to you. Her legs were pressed against yours and she was so close that you could smell her perfume. A tingle went down your spine.

You let out a shaky breath, sending prayers to the skies above that you were going to make it out of this cab alive.


Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Normal Pippa was an angel.

A real-life angel that listened to your problems, complimented how cute you looked even when you didn’t have make-up on, and gave soup to Groff to give to you when you were stuck at home with a fever.

But tipsy Pippa?

Boy, she was something else.

You give a panicked look over your shoulder at Groff as she dragged you to the dancefloor, but he merely threw his head back and laughed. Before you got lost in the crowd, you swore that he made sure everyone got a good look at the two of you leaving to dance.

Pippa stops and faces you, her face flushed pink and a playful smile on her lips. She grabs your hand and lifts it in the air as she swayed her hips. “Come on, I know you can dance,” she yells, encouraging you to move.

You stay rooted to the spot, blood rushing to your head as you watched her move.

The enticing beat of ‘Naughty Girl’ by Beyoncé rung through the air and her smile turns sultry. She turns, back facing you, and guides your hand so it rested on her exposed hipbone. She grinds against you, the movement so sexy that your hand tightens on her skin.

“Pippa,” you groan when her body brushes against yours again.

She doesn’t seem to hear you and continues to dance. She presses your hand tighter against her, her other hand moving up to cup your neck.

“C’mon Y/N,” she purrs, “let it loose.”

In your mind, you hear something break.

The dam that held back the attraction you felt for Pippa reached its limit. It broke and poured over you in waves, enveloping you, and pushing you to yank her closer to your body. You moved with her, the dance so seductive, so fucking sweet, that you felt your body thrum in pleasure.

Oh fuck yes,” Pippa swore.

Your hands reached for her hips, helping her move against you, your grip so tight that you thought you’d break her. She didn’t mind, in fact, it encouraged her to be bolder, keeping hands in her hair as she danced erotically against you.

You stare at her, entranced. The creamy expanse of her neck was revealed, begging to be paid attention to. If you just angled your head right…

The feathery touch of your lips against her soft skin made the dam that was already broken crumble into dust.

Not missing a beat, Pippa spins on her heel and tugs you down for a kiss. She tilts your head, tongue searching for yours. You moan against her lips, your body on fire at the contact.

She draws back, chuckling when you lean forward to try to keep the kiss going. “I’ve been waiting for you to finally get the hint that I like you.”

You smile, her confession making you feel warm. “I think I’ve been trying to ignore it the whole time,” you say, “this is just so new and sudden, but fuck, it feels so right.”

A smile slowly spreads across Pippa’s face. “Let’s get out of here and make up for lost time,” she hums, “then we can talk about it.”

You accept her hand and she leads you toward the exit, anticipation burning in your veins.


You closed the door to your apartment as quietly as you could the next morning. It was 8 o’clock, and Groff, a heavy sleeper, usually slept in on Sundays. You still wanted to be extra careful with waking him.

Your knees buckle when you see him sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, facing the entrance of the apartment.

He sees your disheveled hair, clothes that were definitely not yours, and the satisfied glow. He jumps up from his seat, beaming.

“Finally!” he yells, “I knew Pippa, the little spitfire, had something planned in her head of hers when she said she wanted to come out last night!”

You groan, knowing that you weren’t going to hear the end of it.

“Here,” Groff grins, reaching behind him to hand you a homemade cake that read:

CONGRATS, UR GAY!

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spat, glaring at him.

“Or you could swing both ways, I don’t care. I’ll still love you.”

You let out a hysterical laugh. “You’re insane. I’m moving out.”

“With Pippa? Is it already that serious? Was it that good last night?” he prods, putting the cake back on the counter when you refused to take it.

“Groff,” you whine, laughing as you playfully shoved him away.

“Oh my god, it was that good!” he gasps, “tell me all about it.”

You ignore him and start heading to your room.

“Don’t you dare! I’ve been rooting for you two since I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her legs the first time she wore a dress to the theater.”

You pause in front of your room. “Three months ago? Two weeks after I started?”

Groff smiles. “Yes,” he answers, “and she may or may not have interrogated me about you once she found out you were living with me. I’m glad it turned out wonderfully. You look happy.”

You give him a soft smile. “I am. We’re going on a date tomorrow night.”

“Should I wait for you to come home? Or are you going to have a repeat performance of last night?”

You slam the door on his face.

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Requested by anonymous

“I don’t really care about my birthday [Y/N]” Jughead muttered. You made a face. Jughead wasn’t for the idea of you spoiling him on his special day. He was always doing stuff for everybody else, you figured he deserved to have a good day where things were just about him.

“Oh come on Jug” you insisted “just a small party”.

“I don’t know. I just like everything being about me a guess”.

“What if we have it at Pop’s?” you suggested “and I’ll only invite a couple people, I swear. Come on Juggie you deserve this”.

Jughead hesitated before answering “… fine but don’t go too crazy alright”.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Dream:  Part 1

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings:  Mildly graphic, Swearing

Key:  As always, (Y/N) is your name.

Author’s Note:  Soooo this took me crazy long to rewrite, so hopefully you like it!  This is based off of one of my favorite songs, you can listen to it here:  Dream by Imagine Dragons.  Enjoy!

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Originally posted by esgaroths


Dream:  Part 1

In the dark / And I’m right on the middle mark / I’m just in the tier of everything that rides below the surface

It was close. It was so close.  You pushed your chair to another desk to triple check that the cameras were still disabled, and turned your mic back on.

“You guys have under a minute left.  It’d be nice if you could, ya know, hurry it up?”  You insisted, frantically looking through the map of the facility for the exit points and agents roaming.

“(Y/N) I already told you this would take more than five minutes.  You need to disable full security, or something just, make it work.”  Tony responded, fiddling with the high-tech lock in front of him.  You could tell he was on edge, but then again, so was everyone else.  You weren’t even supposed to help the team, as per request of Fury.  However, Tony knew your weakness full well, and being, well, Tony, he decided to use it against you.  

You just had a bad habit of getting lost in dreams, especially ones containing a certain super soldier.  You hoped Steve felt the same way, but you never really knew.  Tony did, though.

He wasn’t always justified by his motives of using members of the team, but it didn’t matter to him.  As long as it worked and he got what he wanted.  Well, it definitely worked.  So, here you were.  

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<<He’s always been horrible with money and he hasn’t been able to get a job in years>>, Catherine suggested.

The lawyer smiled encouragingly. <<That’s a good, quantifiable point. Let’s start from that and build our case, okay?>>, she reassured.

Catherine nodded, a pout still on her face.

<<Catherine?>>, the lawyer interrupted her grim thoughts. <<You came to me because I am the best in this field. There is no way I am going to lose you this case, I promise. I know how much is at stake for you>>, she insisted.

“You’re Too Young” -- Michael Del Zotto Imagine (Part 5)

A/N: Cash me ousside, how bow dah.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)


“God dammit, Michael. Just say something.” I angrily huffed. “I’m growing tired of your antics. Grow up and have a conversation like an adult, for once.” Michael hit the brakes of the car, almost causing a pile-up behind us.

“Are you serious, Zoe?”

“Yes, absolutely. And maybe if you didn’t always insist on having me travel everywhere with you, we would be able to have a real conversation somewhere other than your car! Now drive because you’re going to cause an accident.” I grabbed my oh-shit handle as Michael pulled angrily into a nearby parking lot.

We were at a small restaurant that looked to be very fancy and expensive. A place you most definitely wouldn’t catch me at. We pulled into a parking spot, and a few other cars pulled in behind us. They were team members arriving to join the so-called fun. Two heads popped up next to my window and knocked excitedly. I smiled at Gina and Shayne as I rolled the window down.

“Hey, you two! You comin’ in?” Gina said happily, with Shayne tightly by her side.

I laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood and to also give myself a few seconds to think of an excuse. “Yeah, we’ll be right in. I seem to have lost my phone so we’re trying to retrace my steps and decide whether I left it at the arena or it slid into the abyss in his car.” My response caused Shayne to laugh, telling me that that is absolutely something I would do. “I’m not really in the mood to lose a phone today. We’ll be there in a few.”

Gina gave me a hard stare, knowing exactly what was going to happen. “Sure. See you guys soon.” The two of them waved to us as I rolled the window back up and unbuckled my seatbelt.

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Request: seeing you for the first time

Originally posted by phantom-evil

Originally posted by troianforlife

The vampires perked up hearing the doorbell. When Carlisle let you in, you had thankfully insisted in staying in the hall. You had only came by to pick up something and didn’t seem to know anything. Especially since you called him ‘Dr Cullen’. It implied that you barely knew him.

Never the less, the Volturi leaders were overwhelmed by a rush. Their eyes on you, taking you in and memorising every feature. They knew what it was which only made this encounter more special to them.

Imagine falling asleep at your desk and your mate Alec helps you to bed.

Originally posted by alecxvolturi

Originally posted by boystudy

You had been working really hard on your studies. Your mate Alec fully supported you on it but there was a limit. He called enough when he caught you being up until four in the morning and insisted you went to bed immediately. This inevitably caused a lot of fights. He had recently just got off your back slightly about the whole thing, especially since you went to bed at nights. So when he entered your room to find you asleep and slumped over your papers, hand draped over the keys of your laptop.
He smiled, finding it cute but wasn’t too happy about it either. He put a cold hand on the back your neck, just above the top of your spine and rubbed his thumb into the muscles in your neck. That couldn’t be comfortable and was bound to hurt later.
You were a very heavy sleeper, especially since you began your studies.

Alec slowly lifted your head making you sit straight, your head on his stomach. He then held your head and slowly moved you to the side before stopping to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. After a moment he moved his arm under your legs and his other arm on your back and lifted you easily. He carefully placed you on the bed, covering you with a blanket and pressing a kiss to your head.

You woke up on your bed and rubbed your eyes. You didn’t remember going to bed nevemind falling asleep.
“Owww.” You groaned, your hand was cramped and sore.
“That’s what you get.” Jane said as she sat at the end of the bed.
“No, this isn’t funny it hurts.” You whined.
Jane took your hand in both of hers and kneaded her thumbs into your sore hand.
“Wow, you’re being extra nice to me today.”
“Don’t speak a word to anyone of it and you’ll see more of it.” You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile in return.
“You know, my brother doesn’t pester you to be a nuisance. He does it because he cares…He loves you.”
“I know. I guess I just get carried away.”
“He’s asked me to act the same.”
“You’re joking, I have both twins on my ass now?”
“Yes.” She said as she rubbed circles into the palm of your hand. “We care, (Y/N). If we have to be cruel to be kind, for your benefit. We’ll do it.”

Ugh, my dad won’t shut up. We’re trying to watch the Oscars and he keeps asking inane questions about the film clips being shown. I want to hear the dialogue! I said “Can we stop talking through this?” And he gets all pissy about it, “NO I LIKE TO TALK IT’S MY TV TOO.” Direct quote. No exaggeration, because he yelled, so the capslock is intentional and deserved.

*eye roll* Yet another example of a white man who’s actually still a baby. At least give me subtitles if you INSIST on talking through a tv program. A program that THREE other people besides him are trying to watch.

anonymous asked:

This is the ask: How big are dem tiddies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (SORRY I KNOW YOU'RE UNDERAGE BUT YOU INSISTED)

Fraser why

I know I’m underage, that’s why I can’t answer this exactly since I probably don’t know the right answer

My answer though? Big enough ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

hillbillyisms replied to your post: “Heeeeey, Gideon! What would ya say if I told ya I…

“Such language! Ya don’t kiss your momma with that mouth, do ya? I ain’t sure I got enough soap to wash ya mouth out. Maybe I need to try and find your daddy.”

Deep breathes

“Yes get my daddy, whatever, just get. Back. T’ Work. And stop botherin’ me with your blitherin’ suggestions, my IQ drops closer t’ yours the more you insist we’re related”

diignis  asked:

To summon Katsuya ... I'm pretty sure I just have to show up.

“And where do you think you’ve been? Are you aware of the time? I’ve been calling you for the past four hours, Tatsuya. Would it really pain you to answer your phone? I don’t know why you insist on having it when you’re apparently adverse to using it. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem if you had informed me of your intentions to be out this late. And while we’re on the subject…”

Why is ADHD invisible?

In some ways it could be argued it is very visible. Nearly everyone has at least heard of it; they know a few of the symptoms (and often incorrectly think they know them all.) After all, how could something affecting 11% of children, usually continuing to affect them into adulthood, be invisible when so many people have it?

But then, where are all the ADHD people?

For years, I thought I knew no one outside my family who had ADHD. No one else ever seemed to mention it. Even now, I know that a large number of my classmates probably have it, but who they are, I have no idea.

Even beyond the people you personally know, it’s hard to find people who are ADHD. But ADHD people are everywhere. We are acting in blockbuster movies - people like Mark Ruffalo and Liv Tyler have ADHD. We are winning medals and making history at the Olympics - Simone Biles and Michael Phelps have ADHD. We are writing books, making music, founding huge businesses like Ikea or Virgin Airlines, we are everywhere. But how many people ever know that these people who are so successful are also ADHD?

How many fictional characters are ADHD? Not many, and if they are, it’s usually just to make them ‘quirky.’ Never do fictional characters really struggle with ADHD; they are never shown with memory problems, struggling with rejection sensitive dysphoria, getting distracted EVEN WHEN they’re trying hard to listen. Never have I seen an ADHD character who I could point at and say, 'I see myself in that character.’ Never do I feel like there is any character who explains what ADHD is really like.

How people see ADHD is very strange to me. Everyone knows what it is. They know that it makes people hyper and unable to pay attention; but that is all they know. They don’t know about rejection sensitive dysphoria; about stimming or hyperfocusing; many of them don’t even know that ADD and ADHD are actually two different types of the same disorder. Even ADHD people don’t know these things sometimes.

ADHD is known; and at the same time it is unknown.

I hate it.

I know there are people out there who feel the same way I do, who have the same experiences. I know that other groups of people get plenty of representation in fictional stories; there are countless well-written characters with depression or anxiety - but those are the only two that get any expression. Other mental disorders are rare to see in fiction.

Online I see people posting about how seeing a character that had the same mental disorder as them was so helpful for them. How wonderful it was to see the thing that defines their lives portrayed in the things they enjoy. How when people asked them what their disorder is like, they could point at that character and they would understand. I’ve seen people without those disorders say how much more they understood it after seeing how a fictional character struggled with it.

But there are no characters to teach people about ADHD.

I want to know what it is like to see a character and feel like people can see what my life is like through them. I want to know what it is like to have people know more about this thing that defines everything for me than just stereotypes. I don’t want this part of me to be invisible.

I want to see more non-ADHD people who mention ADHD and know about ADHD outside of the context of jokes. I want to see people not treat it like something undesirable and childish but as the serious thing it is - and what makes ADHD people who we are. I want schools to teach children about ADHD in health classes as well as things like depression and anxiety and eating disorders and addiction, because some of the kids in the class probably have it. I want people to understand that ADHD doesn’t just make you 'quirky’, or mean you really like shiny objects. When you have ADHD, it affects… everything. It’s both positive and negative. It is part of what makes you who you are.

Because 10% of the population has ADHD, and we can be successful. We make movies. We win medals. We make history. And our ADHD is not nothing. It’s not something that is an afterthought, that can be brushed to the side. It’s important.

Because we are here, and we are not invisible.

[okay for non-ADHD people to like/reblog in fact I would very much appreciate it if you did]