Take Care Of Her

Characters:Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 759

Warnings: none

Request: Hi! Can I request a Dean x reader where the reader has to go with Sam for a case and Dean says to Sam to take care of her and Sam thinks he means the impala like in 12.15 but then realizes he’s talking about the reader and you can choose how it ends. It’s okay if you don’t want to write it. I love your stories btw

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Originally posted by sammy-samulet

“Damn it! Damn it!” Dean growled out, hitting the wheel of his beloved car. You sighed and got out of the car, needing the fresh air to calm your nerves.

“Dean, it’s going to be okay.” Sam said, following your move, needing to stretch his long ass legs.

“No, it’s not going to be okay! How can you think that for one second? This thing knows we’re after it and it decides to pull this crap, we’re never going to catch it if we stick together.” Dean said, getting out of the car as well.

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“Do you wanna leave?”

“No, Harry, you can’t.”

“I don’t care, Lulu. If you want to leave, we will. We’ll find a way out of here where we can avoid them, if that’s what you need.”

“No. You’re amazing, but no. Let’s just… get a drink. I’ll just get so off my face that when we’re leaving I won’t care.” I sighed. “Sort my face out.”

He crouched down a little so that his face was in line with mine, taking his thumbs and rubbing away at the mascara that had journeyed down my cheeks and then wiping it on his jeans, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrated on making me look somewhat presentable.

“Okay. You look good. You look great.”

“You’re full of shit.” I huffed.

“You do! You always look great.” He grinned. “Now c’mon, I really want you to meet the lads.”

Chapter Nine / Coming soon

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Bonnie Tyler  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I need a hero.”
  • “Where were you?”
  • “You’re driving me wild.”
  • “You’re too good to last.”
  • “I don’t want you seeing me cry.”
  • “Got a feeling and it just ain’t right.”
  • “I told you everything I possibly can.”
  • “Call me what you like, but I’m a fool.”
  • “You’ve got a lot to learn about loyalty.“
  • “I can’t help if the world is going crazy.”
  • “You’ve got nothing but fear in your eyes.”
  • “Something’s gone wrong, can’t you see?”
  • “Love songs last longer than lovers ever do.”
  • “If you want to leave, I won’t beg you to stay.”
  • “Just walk out that door… Yeah, see if I care.”
  • “You couldn’t tell right from wrong if you tried.”
  • “Gotta be careful when you’re taking a chance.”
  • “I was a fool to think that you’d be there for me.”
  • “I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night.”
  • “There’s a tiny piece of me that feels sorry for you.”
  • “You’re running from it all… so you better run, now.”
  • “Do you really think you’ve got a ghost of a chance?“
  • “If I sing you a love song, will you always remember?“
  • “I can’t lie… I can’t tell you that I’m something I’m not.”
  • “It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.”
  • “This is gonna break just like every promise that you make.”
  • “Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?”
  • “I would swear that there’s someone somewhere… watching me.”
  • “I don’t usually talk about my feelings… but, with you, there’s such a lot I want to say.”
  • “But, since you don’t have an honest bone in your body, and you can’t seem to tell the truth… I’m gonna have to do it for you.”

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I swear to god, if you keep drawing Amélie's hair the same way it is in your latest comic, I will give you enough money and support to level the entire U.S. GDP system.... Yup, it's that beautiful.


Do you really swear? Please don’t get my hopes up like this. I’m sorry…I gotta be a bit real here..Cause I seriously do need the support rn.

Of course, this ask is very much just an exaggeration. XD In any case…I’m happy you like Amélie’s hair..I’ll be looking for more opportunities to draw it that way again.

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Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 845

Warnings: none just some Dean fluff

Request: So I got this bad sun burn and I was wondering if you could write a fluffy dean fic about dean taking care of reader who has sunburn I don’t really know how this works this is my first request so if you can’t it’s okay Btw I love love love your writings

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

You should have listened to Dean when he told you to put on sunscreen. You should have listened to him when you left the Bunker this morning to go tan out in the field by the Bunker. You made a place where you could relax in the sun, read a book or enjoy a lunch out there while you tanned.

You hated using self-tanning places because those things weren’t ever real and plus, when you tanned, you hated tan lines to you usually went topless, sometimes going naked. This was the place where no one would be able to see you and Dean wouldn’t be so jealous.

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“...I just want you to not leave me...”

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Warnings: nothing really just some fluff

Word count: 1089

A/N: So this was the first drabble I wrote again after months and also the first Tom Holland imagine ever. Feel free to request stuff anon or not.

“Remember when I told you about Dylan?” Immediately you heard a sigh coming from your boyfriend sitting next to you.

You chose to ignore it and continued with the story. “So once him and I were getting lunch and a little kid stopped by and-”

Suddenly Tom just stood up from the couch and went into the kitchen without saying anything. A scoff escaped your mouth while following him.

“Tom?!” “Hmm?” His eyes met yours as you hit him with a resentful glare. “I am sorry as much as I love listening to your stories, I hate it when you talk about that guy.”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?!” Angrily you looked away from him, starting to bite your nails. Tom knew that meant you’re not just pissed. You’re really actually angry at him.

“You know I trust you one hundred percent but that guy, I mean I literally saw him making a move on you, I-” “You did not! He put his arm on my shoulder for taking pictures!” “No, I…”

By the time he started talking again you were already mad as hell. He told you so many stories about him and Zendaya.

Zendaya here, Zendaya there. You couldn’t hear it anymore and you’re supposed to keep quiet about your awesome stories? No. Definitely not.

You stopped listening a while ago and drifted off into the rage that had built up inside of you for a while now.

“Okay so I guess it works like this: You talk about Zendaya all day. She’s the best colleague you’ve ever had bla bla bla! And I am supposed to listen to that the whole day without saying a word. Wondering what else you and her might be doing on set since you’re so freaking ‘happy with her’. And I am not even allowed to tell one story about me and my colleagues on set? On set of my first ever movie? And it’s even a real big one. But okay. If that’s how it works with you.” You put your hands up as if this subject was nothing to you, waving your hands.

“Y/N, I meant I’m happy with her as my colleague, I-” “No I just don’t wanna hear it anymore. I am your girlfriend. If you’re so fascinated by her and need to talk about her the whole time, EVEN when you’re finally home again then why don’t you just replace me with her? Would be a lot easier and less painful for the both of us, Tom.”

Stomping away both hurt and enraged tears started forming in your eyes.

Instantly he followed you through the hallway, stopping you from leaving. “I didn’t know you felt that way! I am sorry, okay? Please don’t leave now. I wanna talk about this! You know I love you with all my heart!”

“Tom, you know exactly that I overthink everything. And I’m trying to get over this now and stop it. And I was making great progress with that but you didn’t help with that, you know. You just did not. I am going to leave now. Evening, Tom!”

You stormed out of the front door, getting in your car.

Not talking to him was hard for you. But you were just really upset by this and after a week you just hadn’t expected an apology anymore.

There was just one big problem about this situation. You couldn’t ignore it. With him it has always been weird. Is he with you, you get distracted. But isn’t he with you, you get distracted even more.

You were supposed to get on a flight to New York in a few hours. It was a six hour flight from London to New York and it was already tiring just to think about the jetlag.

Almost falling asleep you were sitting at the airport, about half an hour early. But that’s how it is when you forget to check twice on when the plane’s supposed to take off.

Unexpectedly you felt a cold hand on your shoulder scaring you to death. “Holy cra-”

Turning around you spot Tom standing behind you. Swiftly you got up from the bench before placing yourself nervously in front of the brunette boy.

Tom swallowed heavily before starting to ramble uncontrollably.

“I know I am a stupid idiot but this thing is so big, you know with the role as Spider-Man and the thing with Zendaya. Well she kinda turned out to be one of my best friends now and she helped me through all this stuff with what to post what maybe not and I’m sorry if you feel that way but you need to know that I love you and only you and-”

Again uncontrollably he swings a bouquet of your favorite flowers around in his hands, totally lost in his rambling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything. I promise you I’ll do anything. I’ll say sorry as often as you want and in all the languages you want but please I just want you to not leave me ‘cause I don’t really know how I could survive without you being with me to calm me down or protect me from myself when I just stumble over everything again I-”

“Shh, Shh, Tom.” Trying to interrupt him was useless. “Tom. Thomas!” He still kept going on and on.

“Thomas Stanley Holland!” Finally you yelled a little, making people and Tom stare at you.

The people turned away again after a minute but Tom didn’t.

Still holding the bouquet in both of his hands he seemed to be shaking lightly. You placed your hands around his and pulled him closer to you.

“Tom, you know you need oxygen once in a while, right?” A sweet chuckle escaped your mouth. Smiling dreamily and with eyes closed he nodded taking a deep breath and immediately understanding your discreet demand.

“I was really mad, you know.” You started off as he calmed down. “But I guess I’d also just be really lost without you, as much as you’d be without me. Bloody idiot.” You mocked his British accent, making him tug an eyebrow at you.

You just smirked mischievously.

Slowly he leaned in before his lips touched yours softly. A feeling you hadn’t experienced in far too long. Gently he smiled into the kiss, loving every moment of it.

With his hands travelling to your waist he seemed to forget about the bouquet, almost dropping it. You caught it last minute. Hiding a grin you chuckle slightly.

so when i came out to my parents, I did it just after we said our goodbyes from them moving me in to school. i hugged them and told them i’d love them first, and then i told them. and my dad said something like “that’s how you want to leave us” and i said “yeah” and booked it into the building because i could feel the impending breakdown. i almost couldn’t swipe into the building i was shaking so badly. i got into my room though and a good, private cry and called my sister. she was amazing and supportive and helped me get rid of most of that pesky irrational guilt. my mom sent me a text message minutes after they left, and i got a chance to read it while facetiming my sister. it was pretty wild because she admitted to being attracted to her best friend years ago but that i’ll find a man as god intended and in the mean time she loves me anyway. honestly, i was really happy with this response because she’s a hardcore catholic and has said some lgbt+phobic stuff on many occasions. all my other extended family members reacted favorably to my facebook post and it was all going pretty well all things considered. i even got to gawk at the eclipse for a while. but then my mom sent me another message a few minutes ago that said that she and my dad “were deeply hurt by my declaration” and that they “can’t condone a sinful lifestyle” and that they “hope I return to god’s ways” and im sitting here like wtf???? what happened to i love you anyway?? did my dad (who i haven’t heard a single word from since) have something to do with this?? was it my even more bigoted asshole of a brother behind it?? or was this her real reaction that took a little while to come out??? (god im still making puns wtf) but im more inclined to think that her initial response is how she really feels, but i just don’t know. ugh of all the people to be the bigoted assholes in my life it had to be my parents

Sneak peek of Strip Club part four!

“Well, you are now looking at a girl who’s the receptionist for a journal company.” Stiles grinned, picking me up, spinning me around as I giggle, tightening my grip on his neck. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered once he put me back on my feet. Stiles tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his eyes glancing down towards my lips before looking back into my eyes. “I should be out of your hair, soon.” I joked and his face saddened, his hand gripping my waist. I frowned, noticing his change of demeanor and I lifted his chin, so he looked at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked and he let out a huff of breath, running his slender fingers through his hair. “I-I just… don’t want you to leave. I rather have you live here, with me.” Stiles stuttered, blushing furiously as the frown on my lips turned into a smile. “Aw, Stiles.” I whispered, placing both my hands on his cheeks. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me too.” “Really?” Stiles asked and I nodded my head, rubbing my thumb against his cheekbone. He smiled, resting his forehead against mine, my heartbeat picking up slightly. One of his hand trailed across my lower back as my eyes flutter shut, our lips brushing against one another’s lightly. “Stiles?” I asked, hearing him hum in response. “Please… please kiss me.” I whispered, brushing my nose against his as his grip on me tightens. I felt his breath fan on my face, the smell of mint on his breath. Our lips were about to connect when Stiles’ phone rang, both of us jumping slightly as we pulled apart. Stiles pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing that Scott was calling him and he groaned.

Originally posted by blarkestydia

It’s painful to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go, but more painful to ask someone to stay when you know they want to leave.
—  Wordsbymymind
But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you. I remember everyone that leaves.
—  Lilo and Stitch
Recognizing emotionally mature people

Taken from Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson, Psy.D. A summary of the tips the book hands you on how to recognize emotionally healthy people.

They’re realistic and reliable

They work with reality rather than fighting it. They see problems and try to fix them, instead of overreacting with a fixation on how things should be.

They can feel and think at the same time. The ability to think even when upset makes an emotionally mature person someone you can reason with. They don’t lose their ability to see another perspective just because they aren’t getting what they want.

Their consistency makes them reliable. Because they have an integrated sense of self, they usually won’t surprise you with unexpected inconsistencies.

They don’t take everything personally. They can laugh at themselves and their foibles. They’re realistic enough to not feel unloved just because you made a mistake.

They’re respectful and reciprocal

They respect your boundaries. They’re looking for connection and closeness, not intrusion, control or enmeshment. They respect your individuality and that others have the final say on what their motivations are. They may tell you how they feel about what you did, but they don’t pretend to know you better than you know yourself.

They give back. They don’t like taking advantage of people, nor do they like the feeling of being used.

They are flexible and compromise well. Because collaborative, mature people don’t have an agenda to win at all costs, you won’t feel like you’re being taken advantage of. Compromise doesn’t mean mutual sacrifice; it means a mutual balancing of desires. They care about how you feel and don’t want to leave you feeling unsatisfied.

They’re even-tempered. They don’t sulk or pout for long periods of time or make you walk on eggshells. When angered, they will usually tell you what’s wrong and ask you to do things differently. They’re willing to take the initiative to bring conflict to a close.

They are willing to be influenced. They don’t feel threatened when other people see things differently, nor are they afraid of seeming weak if they don’t know something. They may not agree, but they’ll try to understand your point of view.

They’re truthful. They understand why you’re upset if they lie or give you a false impression.

They apologize and make amends. They want to be responsible for their own behavior and are willing to apologize when needed.

They’re responsive

Their empathy makes you feel safe. Along with self-awareness, empathy is the soul of emotional intelligence.

They make you feel seen and understood. Their behavior reflects their desire to really get to know you, rather than looking for you to mirror them. They aren’t afraid of your emotions and don’t tell you that you should be feeling some other way.

They like to comfort and be comforted. They are sympathetic and know how crucial friendly support can be.

They reflect on their actions and try to change. They clearly understand how people affect each other emotionally. They take you seriously if you tell them about a behavior of theirs that makes you uncomfortable. They’ll remain aware of the issue and demonstrate follow-through in their attempts to change.

They can laugh and be playful. Laughter is a form of egalitarian play between people and reflects an ability to relinquish control and follow someone else’s lead.

They’re enjoyable to be around. They aren’t always happy, but for the most part they seem able to generate their own good feelings and enjoy life.

–  © Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, Lindsay C. Gibson, Psy.D.

Please Forgive Me, Lance

Blue hated this so much. She’d wanted to go back on it ever since the first second she stopped letting Lance in. He looked like he’d cry. That made her want to cry, too.

But that had nothing on right now. It was in the middle of the night, two or three am in Earth time- Lance’s time.

He walked up carefully to her, looking her in the eye for two seconds at most, “Hey, Blue…. Look, I know you don’t want me, but I need to know. Please tell me why you gave me up.”

She’d wanted to. She’d wanted to reach out to her boy, to say, But I do want you. And it’s killing me that I can’t let you come back to me right now. And it’s killing me that it’s hurting you. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

He continues, “Please, Blue… I want to know why you gave me up. I need to know why I’m not worthy of you. Am I even worthy of Voltron anymore?” His voice cracked, forcing the lion’s heart to follow suit. You are more than worthy. If anything I am unworthy of you. I didn’t want to, Lance, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.

He’d whispered, “Why can’t I ever be good enough? Why am I always just a fill-in? Why can’t I ever be more than just an extra wheel?!” Blue hated this with every fiber of her being. She didn’t want to push him out. But she had to, for Voltron. Fight now, all she wanted to do was tell the world Fuck Voltron.

He’d dropped to his knees now, shoulders shaking. Little splash noises hit the ground. Blue felt her hypothetical stomach drop the second she’d realized what they were. Tears.

But God, how it hurt her when he sobbed, “Why did you even bring me here?! If you were just going to… to ditch me like that, why did you bring me here at all?!”

I’m sorry, Lance, I’m so sorry. I want you to pilot me, but you can’t. Not right now. I love you so much, but I can’t.

He’d sobbed, “I’m not even meant to be on this team! I want to go home, where I’m wanted!”My baby, you are wanted, I’m so, so sorry I can’t tell you and none of us want you to leave. You’re meant to be here, Lance. Please know that.

A whispered voice of, “Lance?” The former Red Paladin had walked over, Lance frantically wiping his eyes. He’d realized it was too late, just letting tears fall.

Lance whispered, “Keith. I just… why doesn’t Blue love me anymore?!” He latched onto the other’s neck, sobbing. I love so so much Lance, my baby, my raindrop. She felt bad using that nickname. She felt she didn’t deserve it with how she was forced to treat Lance.

Keith had whispered back, “I don’t know, Lance… I’m sorry. I’m sure she has a reason.” Keith had glared up at her. He loved Lance a great deal, she could tell that by his normally fiery and passionate gaze becoming a cold and unforgiving glare.

After Keith had gotten Lance back to his room, probably to sleep, he’d returned. He had the same stony and cold look in his eyes. He was angry that she’d hurt him. Angry at her. She was angry at herself, too.

He told her, “You hurt him. A lot. I don’t understand why you aren’t fixing it. He’s doubting his place on the team because of you.” I know, and I hate it. I can do nothing.

Keith continued, “I don’t know what came over you, but freezing him out like that has made him so insecure. He doesn’t even think he deserves to be called a Paladin. All because you couldn’t spare two fucking sentences to tell him otherwise.” I wanted to. Go, how I wanted to.

She wasn’t angry at him. In all honesty, under all the sadness and guilt plaguing her, she was glad Lance had him.

“I just don’t get it. He was so devoted to you. I mentioned you once outside his door, and he made sure to tell me that you two were very happy together and that you were his lion only. He loved you-still does-and you don’t even care enough to tell him he’s important?!”

“Why don’t you get it, Blue?! I know how it feels to be abandoned like that. It kills you. It makes you feel like you don’t deserve the ground you walk on, the air you breath. It makes you feel so alone, even if you’re in a room packed with people. You’re hurting him so much, Blue. Do you even care enough to fix it?”

She did care. So, so much. She’d be killed for her Paladin without thinking twice. He was her baby. She loved him with everything.

“He thinks you hate him. I know that isn’t totally true. Because if it were, you wouldn’t deserve to be a lion. I try to tell him he’s important and wanted and loved, but he doesn’t listen. He thinks that just cause we’re dating I’m lying to make him feel better. He talks so highly of you.”

I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve him. I’m horrible and awful and I shouldn’t have ever agreed to Black’s plan. I’m going to strangle her. He doesn’t deserve something like me.

He’d finished off with, “You’d think that after all that’s happened, you’d know that mistakes of this scale last a lifetime, and do irreversible damage.” After, he stormed out, leaving her to her thoughts. She was pushing the other lions out at all costs right now.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you’ll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything.

She felt awful. She hurt her baby. Made him feel like he doesn’t belong. Made him think she hated him.

I’m so incredibly sorry, Lance. I can’t… I can’t let our connections come back, or I won’t be able to take it away again. I just hope Red will comfort you. Please don’t hate me, Lance. Please remember all the times I’ve told you how great you are.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you'lll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything. Every single word about how great you are. Maybe then you’ll know why I did this. Please don’t hate me.

Please forgive me, Lance.


ALL THAT I DONE SO FAR ^^ P.S this is NEW REACTIONS post sooo 





This is probably going to get hate, but I don't care. I believe this needed to be said about the TOG and ACOTAR fandoms.

Look–I’ve seen some things floating around Tumblr lately. And I’m going to be as realistic as I can here. Many won’t like my brutal honesty, but I don’t care at this point. I believe this needs to be said.

These said posts have been tagged anti-sarahjmaas, anti-tog (Throne of Glass), anti-acotar (A Court of Thorns and Roses) acomaf (A Court of Mist and Fury), acowar (A Court of Wings and Ruin), and the like.

But honestly, if you hate the thing, why the hell are you bothering to post about it–especially when it’s the whole book or series. I understand everyone’s going to like and dislike certain characters, ships, and plot points, but if it’s the whole, big scheme of things that you hate… Just don’t say it. Move on with your life and find books you actually like and obsess over those. Not ones you hate so you can ruin it for everyone else. I mean, seriously, who joins a fandom when they don’t like it? There’s the distinct prefix fan- which suggests you like it.

And don’t even get me started on when you say anti-sarahjmaas. You are literally saying you don’t support the person–not just the books. Do you even know how disrespectful that is? I don’t think you do, so I’m just gonna lay it out for you.

You wouldn’t say it to someone’s face that you’re anti-them. Think about it. You’re literally saying you despise and loathe, with every part of your being, that you hate everything about them. Their mind, soul, and body. Their religion, their sexuality, political standing, racial identity. And, if you would say it to them, you’re just awful. Hate to break it to you. Well, actually I don’t.

Basically, what I’m trying to get across to you, is to think about what you say. Yes, I know, a seemingly impossible task. Outrageous, right?

But WolfTheBookWorm, why would you ask us to think before we speak? You wail to the heavens.

Because you need to actually respect people, and if you don’t want to, just leave.

Also, I would like to add this: An author generally takes comments to heart, whether they’ll admit it or actually let it bring them down or not. I know–I am one, amateur or otherwise. You’re insulting their work–something they bleed, weep, laugh and cry over.

So just think for once–it isn’t that hard. And respect people–all people. Other fandomers. The author. Everyone.

*sighs* I’m glad I finally said it.

With that said, have a nice day, stop hating so much, and goodbye.


Everything Has Changed (Part Three)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,540

Part Two

Originally posted by numbmimz

“Y/N?” A knock at the door accompanies the voice that just spoke, bringing a smile to your face. It’s a welcome distraction from staring at the wall, which you’ve been doing for four hours straight. There’s not much to do when you’re not allowed out of your bed. “Are you awake?”

“Come in,” you call back, propping yourself up against a few pillows. It takes some effort and your body rebels against the movement, but you grit your teeth and swallow back your groans. All the aches and pain are worth it. They prove that you’re okay. That you, unlike Antoine, are still alive.

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a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

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