in the cold cold night part 2


Steve Rogers


A Series of Unfathomable Feelings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Mess with Them 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue

Bucky Barnes


Live Wild 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue
Spirit in the House 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
WIP Selfless Love Masterpage 

Steve x Reader x Bucky


Only Forever (Ao3)
WIP One Girl and Two Boys 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 HIATUS 

Loki Laufeyson x Reader


A Piece of Cake (Ao3)
My Neighbour’s Brother (Ao3)


Tony Stark x Reader - Candy Mountain

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You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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it's just you and i tonight (why don’t you figure my heart out)

part 2/? (part 1)

Lena is cold. She actually hasn’t stopped shivering since they set their feet outside.

Perhaps agreeing to take a walk with her alien girlfriend, incapable of feeling the cold, during a windy night in the middle of winter wasn’t such a good idea, but Lena is fairly sure there isn’t anyone capable of resisting the blonde’s pout and hopeful eyes.

She stuffs her hands deeper inside her coat’s pockets when she shivers again. She thinks about how warm Kara is and considers asking to share her coat with her, but soon gives up on that idea.

And it’s not that Lena is too proud to ask. It isn’t even the fact she would feel ashamed if she did, because she knows Kara would never judge her or make fun of her - even if it might be perceived as weakness, as vulnerability, and it goes against everything being a Luthor is.

So no, it isn’t the fact that she’s too proud to ask. It’s just that she isn’t used to being allowed to ask, doesn’t know how to ask.

Beside her, Kara continues to gesticulate wildly as she rambles about the inconvenience that is Snapper - not necessarily in those words.

She bits down on her lip to stop herself from smiling, not wanting Kara to think she’s amused with how annoyed she seems, but it’s hard when the blonde looks so adorable.

“… then he told me to go fetch a coffee and let the real reporters work! Can you believe that?” Kara says. She huffs in annoyance, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“If you’d just let me buy CatCo so I could fire him,” Lena says, shivering again because of the cold night air. “you wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“Lena no. We’ve talked about this, you’re not buying CatCo.” Kara says as firmly as possible, trying in vain to hide how amused that makes her. Then she frowns and comes a bit closer to Lena, putting her hand on the brunette’s arm. “Are you okay? You’ve been shivering all night.”

“I’m fine.” Lena says, perhaps a bit too quickly, for she shivers again not long after.

Kara stares at her for a moment, head cocked to the side, before she nods to herself. She then starts shivering, perhaps a bit too exaggeratedly, and rubbing her hands along her own arms.


“It’s so cold out today, Lee.” She shivers again, her teeth starting to chatter soon after.

Lena grins despite herself, feeling like she’s going to burst from how much she loves her girlfriend.

“Let’s share my coat then, since you’re so cold.”

Cold Night | Jasper Jordan X Reader X Monty Green

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Jasper/fem!reader, Monty/fem!reader.

A/N: Just a really short story. The idea came when I was trying to sleep, but I couldn’t because it was too cold, so I was like, “It would be wonderful if Jasper were here to keep me warm… Or Monty… Or both”, so here it is.

Word Count: 869 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3) (4)


(Y/N), in fact, loved the Earth, even with all the dangers it had; after all, who does not like a good adventure? She loved it when it was cold during the day, with all the clothes she could wore - and the occasional blanket she dragged along with her - and the tasks she performed at the camp, the cold became bearable. But during the night she could hardly bear it; she went to sleep shivering and woke up the same way.

Luckily, she shared her tent with her attentive friends, Monty and Jasper, who always offered the coats they weren’t wearing for her, and usually that was enough to warm her up on a cold night, but not in that one. The girl was already wearing all the coats she could find, but she didn’t feel any warmer. Her teeth ground involuntarily as she curled up, trying to stop herself from shaking.

“Damn it, (Y/N).” Jasper muttered sleepily. A sense of guilt passed through the girl’s body for waking him up. “You’re making me feel cold.”

“Sorry.” she muttered back, feeling her face heating up with embarrassment, which comforted her a little.

A few seconds passed in silence, the only noise being heard came from the girl’s teeth.

“Okay, that’s it.” Jasper spoke again, sounding more awake.

The boy got up and pulled his makeshift bed to the side of (Y/N)’s. She looked curiously at him as he threw himself onto the bed, scooting closer to the girl, meeting her gaze.

“Body heat? Really?” she asked in a shaky voice, a smirk trying to appear on her face.

“It works.” he smirked back. “Can I?”

(Y/N) wanted to laugh, but nodded. Anything to stop that unbearable cold. She turned her body to the other side, letting Jasper lean against her and wrap his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

(Y/N)’s body warmed - not enough, but it warmed - and the girl didn’t know whether it was the actual body heat or the fact that she felt embarrassed by the position she was in. Not that she wasn’t used to having physical contact with Jasper, they hugged each other all the time, but something in her mind said that was different for some reason.

“Feeling warmer?” Jasper’s husky voice whispered in her ear.

“A little bit.” she whispered back, feeling the boy let out a chuckle, making her shiver as she felt his breath on her skin. “Thanks.”

“Anything for friends, right?”

Suddenly a scoff followed by a low “yeah, right” was heard in the tent, which made (Y/N)’s eyes look toward Monty’s bed, noticing that the boy was looking sleepily at them, his gaze looking annoyed. The girl felt the wave of guilt hit her again by waking her other friend as well.

“Sorry, Monty.” she murmured, receiving a small smile from the Green boy, who closed his eyes again. The girl tried to warm her cold hands, rubbing them against each other, making her think that that night was terrible to pass by alone, and seeing Monty lying there in his bed while she was with Jasper made (Y/N)’s heart ache. “Want to join us? This girl could use a little more heat.”

While she had heard a growl coming from Jasper as she spoke those words, a smile widened on Monty’s lips. He hurried out of his mattress to push it closer to hers, as if he already wanted to have done that and was just waiting for the invitation. The girl felt the heat rise as she felt his legs gently touching hers as he scooted closer.

(Y/N), who had her hands together, separated them and took one to hold one of Monty’s hands, which was much warmer than hers, making the boy wince at her contact, which made her smile apologetically for that, but he didn’t seem to mind it, not at all. The girl could feel the boy’s breath in her hand, since their hands were the only thing that separated their faces.

She felt so warm that it wasn’t long before her eyes felt heavy and the calm spread over her body. Monty’s lips brushed lightly against her skin, leaving sweet kisses on the back of her hand. He looked at her face, waiting to see a reaction from the girl, but then he noticed that her eyes were already closed. He gave her a weak smile before closing his eyes too.

Although something told her that it had a meaning, the girl didn’t see what they were doing as a big deal, they were always very touchy with each other, it was something innocent, that probably any friend would do for the other, right?

(Y/N) had not even noticed the feelings the boys had for her, not even when Jasper, who had his arms wrapped around her waist, had taken her available hand, intertwining their fingers. They kept her warm because they cared for her – even though she had no idea how much -, they would always be there for her, and that was all that mattered to the girl at that moment: the feeling of knowing she would never be alone, especially on a cold night.

The Land of Tears

Pairing: Punk!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Word Count: 2,174

Warnings: Sexual content, swearing, unhealthy relationship

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

He lifts up your skirt and wraps your bare legs around his waist – his jeans too cold, carrying the October rain with them, and it makes your whole body shiver.

I was inspired by this picture, posted by kkaebsong-guys.

The air is cold and filled with cries.

You feel the pain in your chest again, spreading more and more, suffocating you slowly.

For the first time in your life, you feel like you could actually die from sadness.

You stand in front of your window, looking at the streets – the night is falling quickly, casting a dark blue light on the entire city. It had just stopped raining and it’s colder outside now.

You used to love this weather – now, it only makes the pain in your chest stronger, and soon, you can feel it travelling up your throat.
It makes you sick, it makes you want to throw up, but you know that nothing will make it better now.

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Freezing Cold Part 2

whatcha-gonna-do-about-it-huh  requested a part 2 of Freezing Cold and since I really enjoyed writing the first part, how could I say no to a part 2? 

You’d slept with your boss every night for a week. Okay, no. That was the complete wrong way to put that. You were not sleeping with him, you were sleeping next to him. In the same bed. Under the same covers. And you had yet to discuss it in the slightest.

You’d confided in Emily first thing the following morning and now all week you could feel her eyes on you every time you were so much as in the same room as Hotch. You suspected she told JJ as well, because you seemed to be on the constant receiving end of her motherly knowing looks. Even Dave seemed to be paying extra attention to the two of you. 

But now the case was wrapped up (with a relatively happy ending), and you all were staying one more night and you were itching to say something, anything to him, so you were more the happy to have everyone said goodnight before heading back to their respective rooms, planning on getting on the plane by 9 the next morning.

Hotch unlocked the door and let you go in first and suddenly you were far too aware of the fact that this was quite possibly your last chance to talk about what was happening. At the same time you were worried that if you articulated what was going on it would be ruined.

“Shower?” Hotch asked shutting the door and you smiled slightly, shaking your head.

“Nah, not much happened today, I showered yesterday, I’m just tired. Unless you think I’m going to be too stinky to sleep with..” You joked slightly, good. Smooth. Slowly breach the subject, at least now it was outloud. Hotch chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m sure I’ll manage. I’m however going to at least shave and wash off.” You nodded in understanding and watched him to gather his shower supplies, waiting to hear the water turn on before turning around and starting to get ready for bed yourself.

You quickly tugged off your sweater you’d word out today, along with your work slack, tossing them over a chair before pulling on a pair of sleep pants and looking around for a clean…ish shirt. You were standing the the middle of the room frowning when the bathroom door opened.

“Did you see my- oh. Oh (Y/N) sorry.” Hotch flushed, immediately putting a hand over his eyes, “I left my bath towel.” You felt your own cheeks flush but bit your lip, shaking your head.

“Ho- Aaron, come on it’s fine.” You shrugged, grabbing a clean towel housekeeping left you and walking up to him, laughing and pulling his hand from his eyes with a slight smirk. “Come on, we’re not in junior high, I’m sure you’ve seen a woman in her bra before.” Aaron averted his eyes and took the towel.

“Well not.. You.” He answered lamely and you smiled slightly. This was it. Go big or go home, right?

“We’ve shared a bed all week.. With two beds in the room. I’m sure if I minded all that much I would have said something.” Aaron blinked at you, surprised.


“Sorry, maybe I miss read that situation.” You gave a small shrug, using a similar phrase that he used the first evening. 

“No I just-” He paused slightly and set the towel on the desk, moving closer, “Just, tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He grinned, one hand going to cup your cheeks, the other resting on your bare waist as his lips quickly found your own. Your hands went up to rest firmly on his chest, clutching the material of his shirt slightly to keep his body close to your’s. You kissed long and sweet for a while before Aaron pulled back grinning still, “Did I read that situation wrong?”

“No I think you had that one fully under control.” You laughed, patting his chest, “So this bed thing.. Not a one time thing?”

“I sure hope not. I have to admit… I’ve already become slightly used to having you close to me. I had to remind myself all day not to just.. Touch you for the sake of being close. Not to mention you in my sweatshirt was driving me insane.” He winked, and you laughed easily, a heavy weight lifting from your chest.

“Go shower.” You patted his chest again, giving a playful push towards the bathroom, but Aaron smirked, grabbing your wrists and pulling you with him.

“Join me? After all I don’t want you stinking up the bed.”


requested: giving birth to robb’s child

as requested by @abwrites​: Part 2 of pregnant with robb’s and seeks refuge at the wall. Where reader gives birth.

PART ONE (hope you all enjoyed this as much as i did!!!!!) ♡♡


You were clad in black just like a Sworn Brother of the Watch. You helped the stewards cook and prepare for their masters. Castle Black was harsh and cold, and you sometimes think of Robb especially at nights where you’re alone. Cold was what you felt every night, without Robb’s arm around you. Tears were what covered your face in pain, whenever you think of him. It still pains you, still continues to pierce you through the heart. But you’re never alone. You always remember your baby. Somebody is still with you.

“Good morning,” you greeted the men, “What’s to cook today?”

Sam turned and handed you a knife, “Soup, and some meat. Will you please peel the carrots for me, Your Grace?”

You accepted and peeled, “Sam, please. Call me Y/N. Not a queen anymore,” you asked. “Please.”

Grenn butted in and chimed, “We just can’t, Your Grace.”

You held the knife jokingly and thrash it at him, “Call me by my name or I’ll peel you.”

He laughed and held his hands in surrender. “I yield, Y/N.”

You continued to peel the carrot and laughed, “Good.”

Cooking meals were the least you can do i exchange for shelter for you and your men. They helped the rangers practiced and aid in repairing broken things. Before even the meals are done, men came charging in the hall to eat and wait for their food. They all smiled and laughed when they entered. They caught glimpse of you and gave you a curtly nod.

“Hello,” you said, handing out their soup and meat.

Jon appeared on the line, with a cool smile on his face to greet. “How are you feeling?”

You nodded and handed him his serving. “Good, as always.”

He pointed at your belly, “I think my nephew wants to come out now.”

You laughed, “Are you telling me, I’m fat?”

You both laughed it out. Jon was always nice towards you, always with a smile. But you have seen him work with a hard face on, a brooding expression always visible. You were thankful you had friends and you had family like Jon. He treats you like a younger sister, and you were thankful for that. In return, a brother was how you always looked at him. The line ended, so you scooped yourself your food and ate at the corner away from everybody. You were always used to eating alone, when you arrived at the castle.

“Y/N,” Sam called out behind you, holding his plate. “Join us on the table.”

You saw Jon, Grenn, Pyp and many more look at you and they raised their forks with smiles. You smiled and thanked Sam for the invite. You sat beside Grenn, and the table filled with conversation and jokes.

Pyp turned to you, he pointed his fork at you, “Now, this is real food. Thank you, my Lady.” Almost everybody agreed in the table, even people who aren’t seated with you.

You blushed and nodded. “Thank you, Pyp. But I swear to the gods, you better stop calling me ‘My Lady,’, ‘Your Grace,’ or whatever titles.”

They laughed and agreed once more. You have been asking them not to call you with a respectable title, since you lost your King and your beloved husband. You kept eating and serving another spoonful of soup, when you felt a surprising pain bolted from below. You dropped your spoon with a loud clang and a groan followed.

Ghost howled, and you groaned. People were looking at you and Grenn had his hand on your back. Jon crouched below you and held also your back, he swept the utensils away to not make a mess. Sam stood above you and he smiled nervously. He looked around and turned and turned, making you dizzy.

“Sam, stop turning!” Jon said.

Happily, Sam screamed and it echoed throughout the castle. “I think the baby’s coming!”


You laid screaming, pushing and Maester Aemon was there and Sam. Master Aemon was guiding Sam to how to handle the baby, and Sam was just lost. He couldn’t dare look at you naked so you screamed at him, loud and harsh.

“Sam,” you screamed. “Get yourself together!”

You pushed until and screamed until it weakened your throat. Your voice hoarse and sweat dripping from your forehead. The pushing and screaming hurts and you longed for Robb. You cried out his name, and some swears to help you get the baby out. You pushed until, Sam handed you a small bundle of joy.

He wiped the baby and his sweaty head. “It’s a boy! It’s a boy.”

You propped yourself to sit despite the blood and cradle the baby. “Oh, hi there,” you started. “What a beautiful baby. Hi.”

The baby’s wails echoed throughout the room. Master Aemon opened the door and your friends immediately entered. Pyp and Grenn and Jon. 

Take a look at this baby.” Pyp said excitedly. He looked at the baby and smile. “It’s a beautiful baby.”

Jon held his arm and you laid the baby on him. He cooed and smile at it. “My nephew, what’ll be his name?” He gave the baby back to you.

You smiled down at your son and kissed it softy, while he calmed down. “I was thinking of Lewis,” you answered. You remembered how sometimes you and Robb would talk about the names of your children. It was as if  Robb was beside you and he whispered, ‘Lewis of House Stark. What a beautiful name, my Queen.’ You smiled at them all, “Lewis.”

All of them smiled at the baby and the whole room echoed with laughter as they make the baby laugh. They left soon, and left you alone. You looked at your baby and fixed the linen around him. His eyes showed the brightest blue eyes just Robb’s. You remembered him again, this time it made you smile. It made you cry in happiness. You felt his warmth and smelled his scent, and you cherished it. Lewis looked at you, with his happy face. You smiled and kissed him, contented that Robb is alive through him.


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Mobile Master List

Winchester’s Garage and Salvage Epilogue At the moment, I cannot edit the old mobile master list. I’ve tried on different browsers, even computers, and it’s not working. In the mean time here’s a temporary up-to-date version! - deanandidrinkcoffee

Dean Winchester

Just Too Young - Just Too Young Part 2 - Just Too Young Part 3

You’re a Writer and Dean is Your Loving Husband

My Nightmare

Forgive and Forget

A Man With a Heart of Gold

Is That You Baby?

Lie To Me

Under Different Circumstances

I Fought For You - I Fought For You Part 2

We Were Born To Die

Read My Lips

Are You Jealous?

Sweetie Pie

The Unwanted Truth

Before You

Keeping Secrets - Keeping Secrets - Part 1 Epilogue - Keeping Secrets Part 2 - Keeping Secrets Part 3

My Brown Eyed Girl

Burning Up

Caught in the Middle - Caught in the Middle Part 2

Sacrifice (Dean x reader but LOTS of Sam)

Friendzoned - Friendzoned Part 2 - Friendzoned Part 3

I Know You

Secret Ink - Secret Ink - Part 2

Cream No Sugar

You Only Have to Ask

Blue Jeans - Blue Jeans Part 2

Neither Love, Lust, Nor Longing (Short)

Promise Me

Choose One - Choose One Part 2  (demon!dean inside of Sam)

One Last Night

Ride - Prologue

Keep Fighting

Wake Up - Teaser - Wake Up

Imagine play fighting with Dean over who picks what to watch on movie night. 


Bust Your Windows

Picking Favorites (Style - Taylor Swift)

This Vessel 

A Different Kind of Workout

The End -  The End - Part 2   - The End - Part 3The End - Part 4 -  The End - Part 5 - The End - Part 6 (finale)

My Type

Time after Time

Winchester’s Garage and Salvage -  Part 2 -  Epilogue

Sam Winchester


Stay With Me

Working With Bartender Sam (short)

My Kind of Crazy - My Kind of Crazy Part 2 - My Kind of Crazy Part 3

Not So Innocent

Puppy Breath

Picture of Us

Ice Cold -  Ice Cold Part 2

Daddy’s Little Girl

Love’s a Triangle Prologue  - Love’s a Triangle

Daddy Issues - Daddy Issues Part 2


In His Absence

Just Sam

Bad Girls and Good Boys (Continuation of “Ride”)

Both Brothers

Meet Brothers Grim - Meet Brothers Grim Part 2 - Brothers Grim Part 3

Claustrophobia - Claustrophobia Alt Ending

Sweet Contradiction

They’ve Got Good Taste


Now they just need an angry one, a pouty one, a fish one, a thinking one, a serious one, a surprised one, a silly one, a smolder one, a evil one and the list goes on. It’s almost like a before and after picture. Bottom picture: We’re doing a night shoot in the cold rain. Top picture: Yay! We’re finished with our night shoot in the cold rain.

Tea Delivery

Zuko was incredibly annoyed and frustrated. He couldn’t stand the sight of the Avatar with the waterbender. Although he knew that they have a thing, Zuko always thought that he would get the girl. He did get the girl, he thought, but it was the wrong girl. Mai was perfect for him at the time, but now, he just didn’t feel anything for her anymore. It was too late, he thought to himself. He didn’t have a chance anymore.

“Zuko!” His uncle exclaimed, “Can you take this tea to Haru’s mother? It was a special request by Haru himself.”

“Uncle,” Zuko sighed, “I’m the Fire Lord, and you still treat me like a slave.”

His uncle grinned, handing him the bag of tea for his journey. “Zuko, you will always be my nephew. Never will I think of you as the Fire Lord!” Zuko rolled his eyes, taking the bag. Hmph. His uncle was always so stubborn, but he was thankful. Thankful that he’s been with him for the last few years as a banished prince. He returned home to the palace, and got a few things ready for his journey to the Earth kingdom. He hasn’t seen Aang, or Sokka, or Toph, or Katara in weeks, because of his duties as Fire Lord. He rebuilt some of the Air temples that was destroyed by his people, and gave shelter for the people that had no homes. He should feel a little better… but he didn’t. Something was missing. He just didn’t quite know.

That night, he said his goodbyes to his uncle and his people. With the newfound invention by Sokka, he traveled by an “air balloon” as he said. It was an easy journey, as long as there weren’t any storms. Within a day, he made it to the very center of the Earth kingdom. Some people opened him with a welcoming hug, while others, too frightened to move, remained to where they were. He made his way to Haru’s house, hoping that at least, Haru had forgiven him for what the Fire nation had done to his family, especially his dad. Zuko approached the house cautiously, gazing around the area. He could see a barn, some farm animals, and a cliff. He took a deep breath, and sighed. Zuko knocked on the door slowly, silently praying that no one was home. He heard the door unlock, and saw a very familiar face.


“Zuko!” She exclaimed, giving him a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” Katara looked so different, Zuko thought. She looked… more mature. More… in control. She was no longer wearing her water tribe robes, but a silky, dark blue dress with fancy white threads around her waist. Zuko blushed at the sight of her. No, he thought, not now. Not ever.

“Oh… my uncle… tea…” He stammered, unable to form full sentences. Her hair was down, and simple. She smelled nice too, he thought.

“Come in!” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight. This was going to be a long night.


“I’m sorry,” Haru sighed, “There’s no more room in the house. I hope you don’t mind sleeping in the barn for the night.”

“No, it’s fine,” Katara insisted, putting her things on the ground, “Thank you for letting us stay Haru.” She smiled.

“Well, if you need anything, let me know,” Haru walks out of the barn, leaving Katara and himself alone.

Silence fills the room. Usually, Zuko had better sleeping headquarters. He was the Fire Lord after all. Somehow, it didn’t bother him at all that he was sleeping in a barn filled with hay and other, unspeakable things. He examined the barn, looking particularly at the bale of hay next to Katara. That looked comfortable.

“Where’s Sokka, or Aang?” Zuko managed to spit out, setting his bag down on the ground.

“Well, they’re still around the world spreading peace and all that. I wanted to visit Haru for a couple of days, so Aang let me. They’ll come get me in a few days.” She explained, “What about you?”

“My uncle gave me tea to give to Haru’s mom.” Zuko answered, facing her now. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

“Right.” Katara nodded, “Fire Lord duties.”

Zuko nodded along, not saying a word. For some strange reason, he felt bad. Not only did he accept his feelings for Katara, but he also pretended like he didn’t care about her.

“How’s Mai?” Katara asked, lying down.

“We… We’re not together anymore.” Zuko replied, “Things didn’t work out.” He chuckled, “She told me that I wasn’t Zuko anymore, whatever that meant.”

“Maybe it just means that you’re a different person, which you are.” Katara smiled from across the barn. “I like this Zuko better than the Zuko who wanted to kill me before.”

Zuko shook his head, smiling a little. He apologized once again to Katara, which made her laugh. Strangely enough, it felt just like that one time where they went to find whoever killed Katara’s mother. They were talking. Just talking. Somehow, it felt more than that. It was almost like they had a connection. Zuko climbed on top of the hay. The first thing he thought was: itchy.

“Well, good night Zuko.” Katara murmured.

“Good night, Katara.” Zuko whispered, hoping that she heard.

He lay down, staring at the roof of the barn. He couldn’t sleep. Every single thought he had inside his head was about Katara. This frustrated him so much, that he almost set one part of the barn on fire. Luckily, he learned to control and manipulate his fire so that it wouldn’t do damage to the barn. He sighed. It was a cold, dark night, but he wasn’t cold. He was a firebender after all. Zuko sat up, snapping his 2 fingers for a shine of light. He looked over to Katara, and saw her shivering. Zuko didn’t know what to do. Should he give her his extra clothes? Should he wake her up? He glanced around the room to find something that he can burn. Nothing. If he had burnt the hay, the whole entire barn would be on fire right now. Maybe he should… No, he thought to himself, what was he thinking? Zuko stood up, pacing back and forth. He didn’t like the fact that Katara was shivering right in front of him, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He was the Fire Lord after all. More importantly, he was a firebender. Zuko gave in to the thoughts that was consuming him and decided to lie down beside her. He’ll keep her warm.

“Zuko,” Katara murmured, half-asleep, “What…”

“Shhh.” Zuko told her, letting her adjust. He wrapped his arm around her carefully, making sure not to hurt her. She was fragile, he thought. In his heart, he knew that Katara could easily kill him if she wanted to. She could blood bend after all. She wasn’t fragile, she was… gentle. Katara’s head nuzzled against his neck, breathing slowly. “Thank you, Zuko.”

Zuko’s heart leapt as he heard her say his name. He put his hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling once more. He couldn’t believe that he was this close to Katara. A wave of anger and frustration immediately followed, causing him to fidget. Why am I doing this?, he thought. She is the Avatar’s girl. She doesn’t think of me as anything more than a friend. Zuko stared at the waterbender’s face. She seemed so calm, so safe, so… He couldn’t find the right word to describe her. All he could think of is that Katara’s body shivering against his. He knew in a couple of minutes that she would be warm soon, but he couldn’t help but feel bad. Zuko cleared his throat, focusing on going to sleep. Even though he knew it would only last this one night, Zuko knew that tonight, she was his girl. Katara was his, even for just one, dark night.  


First attempt of writing Zutara. I cried. Thank you for this awesome fan art ! People have been telling me that the fan art was created by Beanaroony. Check out her tumblr! Also, I’m not taking credits for the fan art, I just didn’t know who it was created by until now! Thanks for all the feedback :)

Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Possibly. Probably.

A/N: Sequel to “No. Past. Formerly. No more. Finished.”. Fluffy Derek goodness. I hope you like it!

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon said: “Part 2 of “No. Past. Formerly. No more. Finished.””


The balcony was cold, the night bringing an unexpected chill, even to your werewolf skin.

Peter and Chris were right to call you. And Scott. You smiled, shaking your head slightly, still not used to the fact he was an alpha. A true alpha, much less. Something was very wrong here in Beacon Hills, and now it was just a waiting game, seeing where the evil decided to ooze up first.

“Are you cold?” The voice startled you, and you turned to see Derek standing in the doorway to the terrace, clearing his throat awkwardly when you met his gaze.

“No, no. Just….. Practicing.” What the hell?

“Practicing?” You could hear the smile in his voice as you studied the cement ledge in front of you.

“Yeah. My shivering. In case I ever get hypothermia….”

Shrugging off his leather jacket, he walked towards you, wrapping it around your shoulders. You tried to shrug it off, but he held it firmly to your shoulders, leaning in much too close to your ear and whispering, “I insist.”

Reluctantly slipping your arms into the sleeves that were much too long, but helped serve as gloves because of that, you took a long sniff, looking up when you felt Derek’s stare, his eyebrow raised.

“It…. It smells like you. I missed that.” His face fell slightly, but his cheeks turned pink as he looked down to the ground. “The whole loft smells like you. It was hard to focus during the meeting. Here they are, going on about omens and deaths and destruction and I’m just sitting there trying not to run and stick my face into a couch cushion and sniff.”

Derek laughed softly, and you found yourself shaking your head once again, looking out to the skyline. “I’m sorry. I know this is awkward. I know that was awkward. I know everything about me is awkward. I just don’t know how to behave in situations like these.”

“Situations like what?”

You looked back over to him, pulling the jacket tighter around you before turning back to the skyline. “Just…. You know.”

“No, I don’t know.” His voice was closer.

“Derek, don’t make me say it.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” His breath was warm on the skin of your cheek as he was suddenly right beside you.

“Just everything. You and me and-” his lips on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks stopped any further words you would have rambled.

Suddenly you weren’t cold anymore. You brought your fingers to tangle in his hair as the kiss deepened. Letting his head fall to the juncture of your neck, that pulse point that started it all, he took a much needed breath as his lips barely touched the skin, making you shiver for a whole other reason.

“The reason I said no before was because…. Because I wanted my life to slow down,” he began. “I wanted the chaos to stop and the evil to leave, so it could just be you and me. Without fear for our lives, knowing that any day could be our last. I couldn’t go through that. Not again.” He kissed the spot. “I couldn’t lose you.”

Lifting his head to look you in the eyes, you saw for the first time in years the person you wanted to see for the rest of your life. “But it’s not going to stop,” he continued. “I see that now. I’ve accepted it. And…. If you’re willing to give us another try, I-”

This time you stopped him with a kiss.

“Lydia asked me how I knew you, and for the life of me, all the snarky remarks I wanted to make, and I said, ‘I loved him’.” Derek smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And she said, ‘You mean you love him’.” His eyes lit up like Christmas morning. “I said, ‘No. Past. Formerly. No more. Finished.’, she said, ‘Yeah right’. And long story short, it ended with me saying, ‘Damn’.” Derek laughed. “Because I realized that my answer was actually the opposite.”

“So you still love me?” Derek’s voice was vulnerable, a side he only ever let you see.

“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Possibly. Probably.”

He smiled one of those wide, face splitting grins you missed. “I can live with that.” Leaning in once more, he gave you a crushing kiss before nuzzling and smiling into your pulse point again. “The jacket made you smell like me. I missed that.”

“The smell of us?”

“Yeah, in a way. Although that is an entirely different smell, and I plan on making up for lost time on that later.” He nipped at the spot on your neck, teeth gently nibbling down your collarbone, and you sighed, smiling.

“I can live with that.”

Blackberry Turnovers
When Ruth Reichl was 22–long before she became famous as a restaurant critic, magazine editor, and author–she taught cooking at a glassblowing workshop in the forests north of Seattle. The final week she was there, the wild blackberries ripened all at once, “soft, rich, and juicy,” Reichl says. She picked until her pail overflowed. Then she baked into the night. In the morning, these flaky turnovers were her parting gift to the glassblowers.

Makes about 18 (serving size: 1 turnover)


1 ½ sticks cold sweet butter, diced
½ pound cold cream cheese, diced
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
12 ounces fresh blackberries (about 2 ¼ cups)
Zest of ½ large lemon
½ cup plus 1 tbsp. sugar, plus more for sprinkling
Pinch of salt
3 ½ tablespoons flour
1 to 2 tbsp. milk


1. Put all pastry ingredients into a food processor and pulse until a dough starts to come together. Turn out onto a work surface, divide in half, and press each half into a disk. Wrap disks in waxed paper and chill for an hour (or up to a few days).

2. Preheat oven to 375°. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. If you’ve chilled the pastry for more than an hour, let it sit at room temperature 15 minutes.

3. Meanwhile, mix blackberries with lemon zest, sugar, salt, and flour. (If your berries are big, cut them in half so they’ll be easier to wrap up in the pastry.) Don’t let them sit for more than ½ hour or they’ll get weepy.

4. Roll each disk out on a floured surface into a 15-in. circle. Cut out rounds (I like them to be 4 ½ in., which will make about 18 turnovers, but the size is up to you). The pastry is very forgiving–you can reroll the scraps and it will still bake beautifully.

5. Transfer rounds to baking sheets. For each, put about 1 ½ tbsp. blackberry filling on one half, fold naked half of pastry over, and crimp edges with a fork. Prick a few small holes on top for the steam to escape, brush with milk, and sprinkle with sugar.

6. Bake turnovers until they have turned a beautiful golden brown, 20 to 30 minutes. Cool on a rack.

Nutritional Information

Calories 208
Caloriesfromfat 52 %
Protein 2.7 g
Fat 12 g
Satfat 7.4 g
Carbohydrate 23 g
Fiber 1.3 g
Sodium 194 mg
Cholesterol 34 mg

June 2017
Cold Bedsheets Part 2

(You asked I got it)

I stood up abandoning my cold bed sheets and put some warm clothing on. After getting ready for the day I walked into camp, ready to confront Pan about last night. “Hey Y/N.” Felix said when he saw me. Me and Felix had become best friends in our time together in Neverland. “Hey Feefee.” “Ew I told you not to call me that.” I laughed at him. “Have you seen Pan around?” I asked curiosity taking hold of me. “I s-” “Y/N!” My voice was called harshly. Me and Felix spun around to see Pan. “Hey Pan, what can I do for you?” I asked. “Your chores I don’t need you slacking off just because you’re a girl, you’re on chopping wood.” He said while shoving an axe in my arms. He stormed off. “While someone’s had a bad morning.” Felix said. I huffed and went to go chop wood.

After a long day, my arms where sore and my hands were bleeding. I practically fell on Felix from exhaustion when I saw him, and everyone else gathered around the fire. “Wow Y/N are you okay? Jack I think you need to wrap up her hands.” Felix said as he helped me walk over to Jack. Jack took me to his med station on began to clean and wrap up my hands. “Have you eaten or drunk anything today?” He asked me. I shook my head and he sighed. “I’ll be right back.”

As I waited I heard him talking to Pan. “No she hasn’t eaten or drank anything at all today, don’t work her so hard jeez did you even give her a break at all.” No he didn’t actually. “Whatever just make sure she’s fine…please.” I heard footsteps and Jack, Felix and Pan entered. Jack handed me some water and food and I thanked him. After I had finished eating Felix sat next to me. “Feeling any better princess?” I groaned and lied down. Almost instantly I had fallen asleep.

The next morning I was still sore but Jack gave me some enchanted water and I was all fine. My hands where still cut up but I was alright. I went outside to find everyone gone and already doing their jobs. “Hey.” I heard someone say. I spun around to see Pan. I gave him a pointed look and he sighed. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his thinking tree. After we where both sitting on a branch he told me, “Y/N I’m in love with you and that scares me. I don’t want to do this, but I think I must.” “Do what? What are you talking about we can figure this out you’re not the only one with feelings here.” He looked down and I felt something grab my waist. “Peter what are you doing?” I asked shakily. He looked at me, tears filling his eyes. “Shadow, take her away.”

Updated Master List

The following imagines/one-shots are from April 4th to the most recent one I posted earlier today! 

George Weasley:

1.) Sounds Perfect:

2.) Moon and Back:

3.)  First Smile In A Long While:

4.)  Late Night Cuddles and Kisses:

5.)  Cold Feet: 

6.)  Australian Rants:

7.) Freeze Tag:

Fred Weasley: 

1.) Playful Pranks:

2.) How to Save a Life; Part.3:

3.) How to Save a Life; Part.2:

4.) How to Save a Life; Part.1:

5.) Boggarts:

6.)  Breakfast At The Weasley’s:

7.)  Um-Bitch:

8.) Be Mine:

9.)  Pre- Proposal:

10.) Tutoring Ron:

11.) Bad Day:

12.) Sick:

13.) Homework Sessions: 

Weasley Twins:

1.) Nothing To Worry About:

The following imagines/one-shots are from April 3rd and back! 

George Weasley:

1.) Harmless Fun:

2.) All Was Well:

3.) Fooling Around: part.2

4.) Fooling Around: part.1

5.) Not Too Bad:

6.) Only 2 Years:

7.) Surgery:

8.) Courage to Ask: Part.1

9.) Courage to Ask: Part.2

10.) Never Cheat, Ever:

11.) Enchanted:

12.) I’m Sorry:

13.) Getting Caught:

14.) Christmas Crushes:

15.) Hogsmead:

16.) Yule Ball:

17.) George Weasley:

Weasley Twins:

1.) I Belong To Nobody:

2.) Makeup Lessons, Boys and Bonding:

3.) Before Its Too Late:



6.) Jealous:

7.) Double The Love:


Fred Weasley:

1.) Saved:

2.) Late Night Cuddling:

3.) Don’t Let Them Get You Down:

4.) Muggle World With The Weasley’s:

5.) Fluff:

6.) Guilt:

7.) A Little Mixed:

8.) Maybe A Little Jealous:

9.) What He Never Got To Say:

10.) Don’t Cover Up, Love:

11.) Break Up Part.1:

12.) Break Up Part.2:

13.) One-Shot:

14.) Playful Kisses:

15.) Happiness Can Still Be Found In Dark Time:

16.) Imagine:


18.) Fluff:

19.) A Good Kind Of Interruption:

20.) Maybe, no, yes:

21.) Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart:

22.) Proposal:

The Jacket. Part 1 - Jai Courtney Imagine

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“Aren’t you going to bring a jacket? Or at least a cover-up. It’s a rooftop thing - it’s going to get cold.” He finished lecturing you with his favourite phrase. “Don’t say I did not warn you.”

He did and you should have listened, because now you were standing on the rooftop of a large building, the cold night air slapping against your bare skin. You wanted to leave but your ‘boyfriend’ was somewhere socialising and networking, while you stood underneath a patio heater trying your best to stay warm. Whenever you think of him you imagine yourself doing air quotes on the word boyfriend. The two of you had only been seeing each other for a few months and during that time he had never REALLY acted like a boyfriend, take tonight for instance.

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Solar System: Things to Know This Week

Our solar system is huge, let us break it down for you. Here are a few things to know this week:

1. Up at Jupiter, It’s Down to Business

Ever since our Juno mission entered Jupiter’s orbit on July 4, engineers and scientists have been busy getting their newly arrived spacecraft ready for operations. Juno’s science instruments had been turned off in the days leading up to Jupiter orbit insertion. As planned, the spacecraft powered up five instruments on July 6, and the remaining instruments should follow before the end of the month. The Juno team has also scheduled a short trajectory correction maneuver on July 13 to refine the orbit.

2. The Shadows Know

Scientists with our Dawn mission have identified permanently shadowed regions on the dwarf planet Ceres. Most of these areas likely have been cold enough to trap water ice for a billion years, suggesting that ice deposits could exist there now (as they do on the planet Mercury). Dawn is looking into it.

3. Frosts of Summer

Some dusty parts of Mars get as cold at night year-round as the planet’s poles do in winter, even in regions near the equator in summer, according to new findings based on Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter observations. The culprit may be Mars’ ever-present dust.

4. Can You Hear Me Now?

The OSIRIS-REx spacecraft is designed to sample an asteroid and return that sample to Earth. After launch in Sept., the mission’s success will depend greatly on its communications systems with Earth to relay everything from its health and status to scientific findings from the asteroid Bennu. That’s why engineers from our Deep Space Network recently spent a couple of weeks performing detailed tests of the various communications systems aboard OSIRIS-REx.

5. Cometary Close-ups

The Rosetta spacecraft has taken thousands of photographs of Comet 67/P. The European Space Agency (ESA) is now regularly releasing the highest-resolution images. The word “stunning” is used a lot when referring to pictures from space—and these ones truly are. See the latest HERE.

Want to learn more? Read our full list of the 10 things to know this week about the solar system HERE.

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Bug-Out 2: Part 3

Last night’s bug-out bag test had its successes and failures. On the success side, I was able to find a nice spot quickly (pic one) and set up a shelter and fire within 40 minutes. Within 90 minutes, I had a roaring fire and a nice stack of wood (pic two).

I found some huge oak logs that had been rolled into a ditch at some point in the past. Rolling them up the hill, one by one, I managed to make a giant fire bank that helped direct the heat. 

But there were some failures:

1. I didn’t bring any utensils of any kind. Last time I had just a single spoon, but at least it was something. This time I had to fashion a quick proto-utensil (pic three) from a piece of wood. It worked well enough, though, and I’ll keep it to remind me of the lapse.

2. By 12:30, when it was really cold and uncomfortable, I almost gave up and went home. Struggling through that mental weakness was one of the hardest things of the night. Home was only a 15 minute hike away, and it took everything I had to stick it out.

3. Cold and discomfort ruled the night. Even with a better sleep system than the previous test (I now have a tarp, two wool blankets and a sleeping mat), it was still miserable. Part of that is probably just the shock of going from nights in a warm soft bed to a night on the cold ground.

Still, it was a great adventure, overall. I was impressed again by the simplicity and effectiveness of the LifeStraw and the Mora Companion knife.You can trust your life to them. The Fiskars X-7 also did a great job. Once I upgrade my wool blanket and sleeping mat, and add some utensils, my bag should be pretty well dialed in.

Pay(back) part 2 End

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A/N: I am so sorry this took longer than it should have, but at least its the ending and you don’t have to wait any longer. Referenced this comic here at the end. But anyways, Here you go! Enjoy! Pay belongs to @trashpandaballs

Pay(back) Part 2 End

Pay’s breath could be seen in the cold of the night as he stomped through the newly forming puddles of water. It had just started to rain, just his luck. He shivered like, well, a cold person in the rain. His hands were shoved in the pocket of his sweater and his hood hung just above his eyes. It had been about an hour since he passed the supermarket, but that wasn’t where he was headed anymore. He had been wandering the streets for quite some time now, looking at the sites. He hadn’t done it in a while, only been going one way every day, every week for a long time.

              A grumble could be heard from his stomach, even though the rain was so much louder. He really wanted raspberries right now or even some plain cereal. He regretted not stopping at the super market, but he was still mad at Pat; maybe having a few drinks would help ease his pain. He had only remembered a few things he had said back there. His cheeks still a bit frustratingly warm. He let out an uneasy breath as he saw the bar about less than a half mile away. He usually walked everywhere; especially here, but his legs felt wobbly and shaky almost like jelly. He wasn’t even drunk yet either. Right now he could really use someone to vent to, it was his only other option then aggressively thinking about it all night.

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