inside the green room


My Favorite New (ish) Films of 2016 - If I saw it in 2016 and it was less than five years old, it counts for this list.

1. Bone Tomahawk (2015) - ‘Great performances from a terrific cast highlight this terse, tense, slow burn weird western that explodes into Fulci-esque violence by the end.’

2. Dredd (2012) - ‘It’s briskly paced, constantly tense, features disturbing explosions of gore and a simple but propulsive score. And it’s very engaging on a purely visual level, juxtaposing grimy, dystopian greyness with splashes of vivid day-glo color.’

3. The Duke of Burgundy (2014) - ‘A beautifully rendered, twisty, and compelling relationship drama that examines what happens when one half of a couple has intense fetishistic needs and the other half can’t sustain the enthusiasm for it all… Aesthetically, everything here is simply lovely, from the actresses to the costumes to the furniture to the music. Every artistic detail contributes to the melancholy, autumnal fragility of the piece. It’s a haunting, alluring experience.’

4. Green Room (2015) - ‘An unrelentingly tense and carefully constructed thriller… This one boasts strong characters and world-building, shocking gore, and chillingly business-like and indifferent Nazi baddies. Feels way more relevant and important now than it did even six months ago.’

5. The Hateful Eight (2015) - ‘Every time I see a new Tarantino movie, I think ‘this is his masterpiece,’ and this one continues the trend. Even though the movie riffs heavily on The Thing and spaghetti westerns, it feels like the QT movie least about other movies. I’ve always loved his stuff, but this film feels substantive and challenging and disturbing in a way he hasn’t really achieved before.’

6. High-Rise (2015) - ‘…equally cartoonish, surreal, horrifying, and colorful…  undercurrents of eerie, stylish menace help to create what is overall a rather bewitching experience.’

7. Inside Llewyn Davis (2013) - ‘Oscar Isaac is terrific in the title role and the script communicates so much so deftly, allowing us to know Llewyn deeply without ever getting bogged down in exposition. It’s quietly moving and subtly humorous throughout, with lovely music and a great period NYC feel that doesn’t overplay the typical bohemian signifiers.’

8. The Invitation (2015) - ‘one of those movies where you know something terrible is about to happen and anxiety builds and builds until things finally hit the tipping point. The Invitation is an intense, weirdly moving, and physically chilling experience.’

9. The Neon Demon (2016) -  ‘It’s draped in neon and synth music and moves at a crawl before erupting into witchery, cannibalism, and necrophilia in the final act. The movie is more than a bit ridiculous and full of itself, but so is all good artsploitation.’

10. Queen of Earth (2015) - ‘A chilling and subtly stylish examination of grief, privilege, depression, and most interestingly, the way in which friendships can become toxic and competitive over time.’

11. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (2016) - ‘The script takes a sharp look at the Afghan conflict and the complicated sexual politics of the situation, with men and women on both sides of the East/West divide coming under scrutiny. It’s also about what people do to cope with living under extreme conditions, and it’s raunchy, exciting and ultimately rather moving experience on the whole.’

12. The Witch (2015)  - ‘a beautifully shot and superbly acted piece of historical horror… I also like the way the script characterizes religious zealotry as it’s own sort of prison. A gripping and authentic recreation of primitive American folklore.’

Obvious (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: can you do one where y/n & Shawn are both denying the relationship, but the love is so obvious that it soon becomes too much to deny anymore?

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

word count: 2,021

a/n: ok, you guys really gotta tell me what you think. I really love this one and I think it may be one of my best so far. also, great songs to listen to for this are friends by ed sheeran & i found by amber run :) 

Even though the space was large, the room was crowded with unfamiliar bodies and whispers about the two of you. 

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 4

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 4.1k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Beta: @doro7winchester (Thank you, love! <3)


Title: Happy Birthday, Handsome. 

A/N: Is been a long while, I know but I finally got to write another chapter for this series!!! Really hope you guys like. If so, please leave some feedback? xx



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Instant joy blossomed inside you once strolling into the green room. Fellow cast members who are here for tonight’s little concert in Nashville greeted you. While Jensen sang a couple of songs with his buddies, you took a moment to catch up with everyone. Instead of being here having a beer with Brianna and Kim, you were supposed to be back home in Vancouver with JJ. Having to say goodbye to your daughter was harder than speculated. This being the first time you were apart from her since she was born. But It was something you needed to get used to sooner or later.

Your maternity days were soon going to be over and you were really excited to start shooting again. You weren’t scheduled for this convention, it was a surprise you wanted to give the fans. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions once they saw you. Salute to Supernatural was something you’ve always loved. Singing along with the cast and fans, feeling like a big family and having a great time. Tonight, you felt like performing and what better way than being with two amazing singers, Brianna and Kim.

“Are you nervous?” Kim asked you, noticing the constant shake of your legs.

You shrugged giving her a nervous smile.

“It’s just… been a while, y’know?” you sighed. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”

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EXO Reaction-Getting frisky before a concert. (18+)

I have been trying to post this for like 20 minutes and my internet is being mean!  So I had a couple of requests asking for this so this Due to the subscribers I have recently received I am posting this keeping my promise to all my readers and followers.  Enjoy and as always don’t forget to send in those requests.  This is an 18+ reaction.

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Xiumin:  He’d come up to you and say that he needed to talk to you.  he’d take you back to the green room where he would start to put little kisses on your neck until you gave in and let him pull you closer.

Luhan:  He would show you how manly he could be and grab your wrist and pull you into the dressing room where he would lay you on the couch and not let you go until you kiss him for a while.  

Kris:  This galaxy lover wouldn’t need to pull you anywhere he would simply give you “the look” and you would be making sure he followed you to the closest where you would redefine what 7 minutes in heaven actually is.

Suho:  He would be subtle about letting you know that he needed you attention by telling you he needed to see you in the waiting room.  Once you got in there his personality would change and he’d pick you up and sit you on a table where he could kiss you.

Lay:  You would be the one asking this Unicorn to see you in the next room.  Once you guys were alone he would understand what you wanted to happen and pick you up and press you against the wall so he could kiss that tender spot on your neck.

Baekhyun:  He would be excited to let you know that he needed you.  He’d playfully grab your arm and drag you into the green room.  Once inside he would bring you in close for a kiss as his hands start to wonder all over your body.

Chen:  This adorkable cutie would be surprised when you told him you needed him at that moment.  He would kiss you and try to touch you but you decided to make him happy first, he’d gasp out as you went lower on him.

Chanyeol:  He would send you a text telling you to come to the backroom.  Once you found it you would see him there relaxing getting ready for the show.  When you leaned down to kiss him he’d bring you closer making you sit in his lap so he could kiss you more.

D.O:  You two would be sitting down before the show helping him relax.  He would lean in and give you a quick kiss.  You would pull him in closer to you so you two could make sure he was really relaxed before the show.

Tao:  He wouldn’t know how to ask you that he needed you at this moment.  He’d come up and tell you he wants to see you.  He’d pull you in room where the normally emotional Panda would turn into a completly confident person.

Kai:  You’d already be alone with him when he decided it was go time.  He wraps you in his arms and start kissing you telling you that he needs you to help him calm down before your hands went lower on his body.

Sehun:  This maknae would want to spend some extra time with you but would be too scared to ask.  When he finally did, you two would be kissing in the back of the closet with passion before a stage hand found you and told you it was time for the show to start.

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Scribble-Doodle: Hurting

Little Jace and little Alec and a trip to Idris. I don’t know where this one came from, I just sat down and started writing down my feelings.

When the Lightwoods announce that they’re going back to Idris for a week for some gathering, Jace doesn’t know what to do. Is he… is he supposed to go with them? Is he expected to stay here? What?

In the end, he asks Alec, his words halting and slightly embarrassed. And Alec looks at him as if he has grown a second head. “Of course you’re coming with us!” he says - and something tight in Jace’s chest unwinds a little.

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Running Late

Written for the wonderful Kari ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ ) and her 5K Celebration. She took aesthetic requests, made the aesthetic, sent it to writers, and let us run with it. Her gorgeous aesthetic is below the cut!

Summary: Misha and the reader are together. Reader makes Misha late for his panel at a convention.

Warning: smut, nsfw gif below the cut

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: I don’t really do RPFs, but I wanted to give this challenge a try. If RPFs aren’t your thing, skip this one. (Also, this is for fun. No hate toward Vicki or their relationship.)

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Has anyone else noticed this?

Remember the night watchman way back in the very beginning of Season 5? Remember how he was possessed by Morro before Morro possessed Lloyd? Did we ever see him again?


Now you might just wave this off as “oh he wasn’t important to the story anymore so they just never showed him again.” That’s what I thought. Until I realized something.

Many of the minor characters that only have a big role in one or two episodes are actually seen again. Two examples are Mother Doomsday and the tea lady. Even extras can be seen more than once.

But we never see the night watchman again. Last time we saw him he was shut inside a room with a possessed and highly dangerous green ninja. And in a situation like that, where the night watchman was an eyewitness who knew too much and wasn’t useful anymore…

What do you think Morro would do in that situation? I think I know. He’d simply eliminate the problem in the quickest way possible.

Morro killed the night watchman.


25.03.2017 Gero

In the morning we left Nagoya by train to meet my friend Yasu at Gifu station who was today’s driver. Even I have to admit that I don’t trust Japanese people driving cars it was really kind of him to bring us all the way to Gero.

Gero was referred as one of Japan’s three best onsen in the Edo period, even the town may now be quite a bit more urbanized than back then. Still the water got a special quality which makes Gero famous among visitor, mostly Japanese.

I had one thing very high on my list “What to do before I die”: stay at a Ryokan (traditional Japanese inn) and that was why we came over to Gero.

Until checkin we had lunch with Yasu and walked around the city. We were so lucky with the weather after the last cold and rainy days, that it made the day even a little bit more amazing. Another thing on my list was to see a firework in Japan, which was about to happen on that day. Very successful day for me! To be able to enjoy our Ryokan a bit, we set up a date to meet Yasu again before the Hanabi (花火, firework) would start.

After staying several days at guesthouses we weren’t used to all the special services you get at a Ryokan, like some staff will bring your luggage to your room, while another one explains everything every slowly. Including making us green tea inside our room which was even prettier than I hoped. With the traditional style and the river in front of our window I could have sit here forever.

We changed into our from the hotel provided Yukatas (浴衣, light summer Kimono) and got to the outdoor Onsen. I’m not a big fan of hot baths in general, but it’s a great experience to enjoy Onsen.

In our Yukatas we went to have dinner in the restaurant, which was included and around 5 courses which were all amazing. I was so damn full after it. It was already worth the money so much!

After being filled with amazing food we went out again to meet Yasu and Kohei for the firework. When it totally looks like the most typical double date ever, but you are all just friends spending a great day/evening together. Thanks guys for coming over!

Today’s calendar:
Weather: cloudy and sunny
Distance: Nagoya to Gero
Steps: 15,763 (11.19 km)
Accommodation: Gero Onsen Yamagataya

Positive: the whole day
Negative: nothing


Mireille spends some time rambling around time, buying junk food and drinking sodas before she comes near the club and sees that her “artwork” hasn’t been cleaned off yet. That makes her wonder if they really haven’t seen her graffiti yet, don’t like the artist, or really just don’t care at all. 

I guess I’ll find out when the concert actually happens, she thinks, before noticing that the backstage door is open.

- How lovely! This town really doesn’t give a fuck about anything, does it? Let’s see what interesting things they have inside.

Not wasting any more, time she beelines it for the green room. Famous people always forget the weirdest stuff at these places when they travel. And it’s very entertaining to go through their stuff.

Lean On

Summary: It’s halfway into the tour and Dan’s feeling a bit run down. When he doesn’t have the energy, Phil is a shoulder to lean on. Inspired by these photos from dapgo…

Warnings: tatinof spoilers, pain, almost fainting (i feel like I should have something here)

Word count: 7.5k

A/N: Title inspired by ‘Lean On’ by Major Lazer, DJ Snake &  MØ (I’m a big fan of MØ - saw her live like a month ago and it was amazing)

We were nearing halfway into the tour, and from what we’d heard, this was the hardest point. We’d been on the road so long, yet the end was still felt so far away. Everyone was tired; everyone was struggling to get through their tasks each day. We were approaching our venue for this evening, and Dan and I were getting together our rucksacks of personal belongings to take inside. We needed our laptops and chargers, and towels and shampoo for a shower.

Once the bus had stopped outside, and we hopefully had all the belongings we needed, we got off of the bus and went into the venue. I had my pillow in case I got a chance to have a nap, but Dan hadn’t brought such an item on tour with him. He seemed to be relying on the bus and hotel pillows, which were a bit variable in comfiness.

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Imagine coming home from a hunt and Dean massaging your aching body

You drag your feet down the hall, your eyes drooping.

 The ache in your muscles strike tenfold as you raise your hand up to grab the doorknob to your bedroom.

 “Ugh,” you groan as you push it open. A sigh of content leaves your lips when you see your bed and you drag yourself the remaining steps, flopping face down onto your mattress, hissing slightly as the movement itself increases your ache tenfold.

 You stay like that for a moment, allowing your body to relax. It had been one hell of a hunt. While Sam and Dean scanned the rest of the abandoned building for any ghost activity, you were the one that got the short end of the stick and came face to face with pale faced, having the ghost bitch fling you over the railing from the second floor.

 Dean had gotten to you in time, but by then, you felt your whole body on fire, completely one hundred percent sure that you had broken something. Of course, that hadn’t been the case, and in a matter of just minutes, Sam had torched the remains of the item keeping the ghost bitch attached to this world, and the hunt was over.

 So now, here you are, lying face down on your bed, muscles screaming in pain as your head throbbed with the impending headache you were about to succumb to.

 However, the dip of your bed, startles you, making your eyes snap open. You still your breathing, waiting for the next movement. But when you feel a pair of calloused hands on your bare shoulders, you all but gasp into your cover sheets.

 The pain was excruciating yet…pleasing. You can’t help but let out a breathless moan as those hands squeezed the flesh in between your shoulder blades.

 “You okay, Y/N?” came the low and rough voice of none other than Dean Winchester.

 You manage a soft scoff. “I am now,” you mutter. “Fuck, Winchester, you dig those fingers any deeper and you’ll have me screaming profanities into the air. Might give Sam the wrong idea.”

 There’s silence as Dean continues his deep caresses of your skin, his fingers digging into the area under your shoulder blades, earning a soft hiss to escape your lips.


 “Would that be a bad thing?” comes his soft question, his hands stilling over the hem of your blouse.

 You bite your lip, contemplating the thought. In all honesty, the jade green eyed Winchester had definitely won a spot inside the only room in your heart. You had developed feelings for Dean but had kept them harvested, just in case he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

 Well, considering tonight’s events, your heart was put to rest.

 With a shuddering breath, you turn your head to face the older Winchester, his green eyes boring into yours as he waited for your answer. “No, it wouldn’t,” you manage to get out.

 Dean grins before gently sliding his hand up your side, his fingers tracing over your skin, making goosebumps sprout throughout your body. He lay down beside you, his breath fanning across your face. “Never thought I’d get to do this,” he muses.

 You scoff lightly. “And why not?”

 His grin fades slightly and he shrugs. “I just…well…”

 Trying to forget the screaming of your muscles, you rise to your knees and raise one leg over Dean’s thigh, straddling him. Dean is flat on his back, staring up at you, his eyes wide with surprise.

 “Dean Winchester, if my saying ‘yes’ to you literally touching me any way you want to tonight, isn’t indication that I fucking want you, then I don’t know what else to tell-“

 The rest of your words are drowned out by Dean pulling you down to him and pressing his lips to you in a bruising kiss.

 Forget this mediocre hand massage. There’s a different type of massage in the works and you were in no way, going to stop it from meeting its end.  

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Grammy (mature)

Titel: Grammy

Rating: mature

Summary: You pick him up after the Grammys. Really just more fluff than anything. Sorry.

Im so sorry for being absent so long and Im afraid it wont get better anytime soon. But I found a way to squeeze some writing time into the day, so hopefully.. year ^^

Finally, here is my Grammy story, I will post the birthday one on christmas :P
Are there any other Grammy stories out there? I havent found any :(

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Title: when love no longer breaks your heart

Prompt: Papasuke/Mamakura

I was going to do them both but then I remembered how I’ve put quite a lot of focus on her relationship with her Papa thus far, so I decided to have this last one be all about her relationship with her Mama :)

Mama doesn’t cry anymore. That is the first thing Sarada realizes on the day that marks the first month since Papa’s return. She’s all smiles now, absent frowns and distant looks that she once used to hide so well.

Mama is happy–happier than Sarada can ever remember. And it’s all because of Papa.

Paused in the act of writing, Sarada watches her parents sitting in the living room from her place at the dining table. She can barely see them from where she is placed, only managing to glimpse Mama’s smiling face and half of Papa’s head, but she knows adjusting her position would only alert them both, if at the very least Papa. She doesn’t want to bother them like this–not when Mama’s smile is so wide and soft, so tender with affection.

She hasn’t seen Mama smile like that in so long.

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Kiss Up

Dean Ambrose/OC: Dean gets into a bar fight which results in his girl having to go pick him up and she’s less than thrilled about being woken up late at night, so he has some kissing up to do.

// A little treat for you all being so patient with the both of us! 💕

Getting woken up at three in the morning by a phone call was definitely not the most ideal thing ever. Actually, getting woken up regardless of the time was pretty crappy.

I heavily cherished my sleep. With my job; wrestling, working out and doing any type of media appearances, I tried to sleep as much as I could and I just didn’t like being woken up. Period. So, you can imagine the annoyance and aggravation I felt when my phone went off from the bedside table beside me, and I would’ve hurled the damn thing at the wall if it had been someone else other than Roman calling me.

“Hey, can you come down?”
“Roman, its three in the damn morning and I’m sleeping. What do you need me to come down for?”
“Dean got into a bar fight, and he’s refusing the leave.”

So that brings me to my current situation; in a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, my hair tossed up in a messy bun, driving toward this bar that Dean had gone out too with Roman. They had asked me if I wanted to tag along but I really just wasn’t up for it that night. I had absolutely no problem with Dean going out that night for a few drinks with Roman. I was his girlfriend yes, but I wasn’t about to tell him he couldn’t go just because I wasn’t feeling up to it. However, I did have a problem with the fact that I’d been woken up because his damn temper got the best of him. Quite frankly, I didn’t care what the fight was about, I was just annoyed and wanted to be back in bed.

The bar came into view and I pulled into the parking lot, the car not even fully parked before I was out and heading toward the entrance of this place. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. The place was almost empty, save for a few people here and there. But how many people were in that bar was the least of my concern in that moment. I quickly spotted Roman, who was holding Dean back from possibly attacking the man he was mouthing off too, and walked over to them, a less than thrilled look on my face.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Was the first that I said when I approached the duo, looking across to where Dean had been looking to see the other man being held back by some people as well. “Okay no, I don’t care. Let’s go.” I took the liberty of grabbing the leather jacket that was resting on a bar stool before I began heading back over to the door in which I had entered from. “I’m not kidding Dean, let’s go. I’m tired and I don’t wanna deal with this right now.” I stayed in place and watched as Roman slowly began walking him back and away from the chaotic scene, grabbing a jacket of his own.

Once my boyfriend and his best friend were beside me, I headed back in the direction I was heading in an stepped out of the bar without a word. During my walk to the car, I just barely cleaned Roman saying, “Oh, you’re in for it tonight brother. Good luck.” Yeah, good fucking luck Dean.

“Alright, thanks Roman. Drive back safely.” From the looks of it, Dean had clearly had more to drink than the other man that night. The Samoan nodded his head and left both Dean and I alone as the car as he headed off toward his own. I opened up the drivers side door and got in while he got in the passenger side. I tossed his jacket off to the back of the car, putting my seatbelt on after. The car was eerily quiet, the silence being filled up by Dean snapping on his own seat belt and the engine of the car coming back to life.

And even in his somewhat drunken state, the dirty blonde haired superstar knew that he wasn’t being let off the hook. We’d been dating for nearly two years now, and he knew first hand just how much I despised being woken up.

“Babe?” I heard him ask, watching from the corner of my eye as he turned his head to look at me. I didn’t look over at him though, or even answer him back. Instead I focused back on driving toward the hotel, the car falling back into a tense silence.

Being that the roads were nearly deserted considering the time, the drive to the hotel didn’t take too long. I parked the car, this time waiting until I had fully parked the car before getting out. I waited until Dean was out as well before locking the vehicle, heading toward the direction of the doors. He followed behind me slowly though, almost as if he was hoping to avoid getting to the hotel room. He very well may have been though.

I pressed the button for the elevator and waited patiently, him joining my side, his head looking down at the ground so his messy hair fell over those blue eyes. The both of us stepped into the elevator and even then I said nothing to him. I kept my composure calm and collected even though I wasn’t feeling that calm and collected on the inside. The elevator stopped on our floor and we both stepped out and headed over to the room we shared, me producing the key and placing it in the slot, waiting until the red light turned green to open it. I stepped inside the room and headed straight over to the bed while Dean shut the door behind him and followed behind me.

“(Y/N), I’m-” I cut him off before he could even continue.

“You know what? I’m going back to sleep, we can talk about this in the morning.” I wasn’t about to drop this matter though. I was just too tired to deal with it in that moment. Those were the really the first and last words i’d said to him that night before falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.


The next morning I was woken up yet again. But this time, as opposed to the previous evening, it wasn’t unpleasant. Quite the contrary actually.

“Oh my god, Dean,” was the first thing to leave my slightly parched lips, my voice still obviously sleep ridden.

There my boyfriend was; head buried between my legs, the yoga pants I had been wearing the night before on the floor beside the bed along with my panties, and the blanket that I’d used to cover myself the night before tossed on the empty side of the bed where Dean would have been laying. The dirty blonde haired man pulled his lips away from my core, and I already missed the contact.

“Shh, just lay back and relax baby. Let me take care of you this morning.” I knew the things he could do with his mouth and tongue alone, so I’d be a damn fool if I told him to fuck off and get off of me. Instead, I laid back against the pillows, only needing to wait a few seconds more before his tongue was parting my wet folds once more. I wasn’t stupid though; I knew why he was doing this. He knew damn well that I would have chewed his ass out for what happened the night before as soon as I was awake. For the time being though, I was gonna let him think that he was off the hook.

A small sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as he trailed his pointed tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, lapping up the juices that he’d caused. “Ohh, yes. Just like that,” I breathed out, one hand coming down and clenching the bed sheets while the other simply rested on my stomach, that was already heaving up and down. I licked my lips and opened my eyes, looking down to find him watching me, watching my face contort in pleasure, watching the reactions I had to the things he was doing to me.

He flashed me a mischievous smirk, licking up my slit one final time, stopping when he reached my clit. He kept his tongue right there, not moving. “Dean, please.” I whimpered, reaching out and placing the hand that was resting my stomach on his head, my thin fingers tangling in his messy dirty blonde hair. “Well, since you said please.”

Dean said nothing else as he dove in, his mouth completely enveloping my heat. He paid most of his attention to my clit, occasionally sliding his tongue down to my opening and sliding in, but he not once let up.

“Jesus Christ, Dean. That’s so fucking good, yes.”

He pulled my clit between his lips and sucked on it, hard. I could feel my orgasm creeping in, a steady stream of moans passing my lips. As I squirmed due to what he was doing to me, his hands gripped my thighs and kept them open, his fingernails lightly digging into the skin.

“I’m so close… So close oh my god, please don’t stop.” It was right there. I could feel it building up. He hummed against my wet pussy, sending vibrations throughout my already sensitive core and that was enough to send me over the edge. My small hand tugged on his hair as I let out a loud wail.

Dean didn’t stop sucking harshly on my clit as I cried out in pleasure, not as my body shook and convulsed as I rode my orgasm out. He slowed his rhythm only when he felt that I’d calmed down enough, his tongue trailing down to my slit and lapping up the juices there before completely pulling his mouth away from me. He crawled back to the empty spot in the bed beside, I however, hadn’t moved a muscle, trying to regain my breathing.

“So, you still mad at me?” His gravelly voice asked. I finally turned my head to look at him, noticing that he wore a small smirk. I mirrored a similar smirk as well.

“Oh baby, you aren’t getting off the hook that easily. You have a lot of making up to do, and we have all day, so I suggest you get to it.”

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Harry was born July 31, 1980. So that means if Lily carried him for exactly nine months (although not likely, but bear with) then she got pregnant on October 31, 1979.


But wait, let me make it worse.

Halloween 1979, nineteen years old and seeking comfort amidst a bloody war, James and Lily–a little drunk on Firewhiskey and each other–create their son.

Halloween 1980, twenty years old and the prophecy looms over their heads like heavy thunderclouds–lightning could strike at any moment. Still, they celebrate Harry’s first Halloween, locked under the Fidelius Charm. It’s hard, but they’re happy to be together. Safe.

Halloween 1981, twenty-one years old and every second chafes. Harry longs to play outside. He watches little dinosaurs and pumpkins and ghosts troop by, half-filled bags of candy on their arms. Maybe he’s only fifteen months old, but he knows that outside must be more fun than inside. The blue sky and green grass mean room to play, to run. But he settles for games with Daddy’s wand, giggling on the living room floor when a rainbow of sparks showers over them. Mummy watches them from the couch. Suddenly inspired, Harry runs to his toy room and James looks to his wife.

“All right, love?” It only takes him a moment to read the worry in her eyes.

She smiles sadly, but Harry barrels back into the room before she can speak, toy broomstick in hand.

“Dada, play,” he announces.

“Ask Mummy.” James shoots Lily a knowing look. He won’t be in bed for hours if they let him fly now.

“Mama?” Harry brings her the broomstick. “Pease?”

“It’s time for bed, my little love. We’ll ride brooms in the morning. Let’s go read some books,” Lily’s heart wrenches at the disappointment on Harry’s face and she almost caves–seeing him upset breaks her these days–but he soon recovers.

“Books?” Harry drops his broomstick, lifting his arms to Lily. 

As she settles him on her hip–my, how he’s grown, she thinks–there’s a loud crash. 

James, who had been lounging on the floor, is up and out of the room like a shot, his wand forgotten on the rug.

It happens in slow motion.

The room grows icy cold. Harry shivers, arms tugging at Lily’s Gryffindor t-shirt. She pulls him close. 

They’ve been betrayed. She can feel it in her bones. But she’s rooted to the spot, frozen in terror. James. James, where are you? I need you, James.

His voice is telling her to run, to save Harry, but her heart is tearing itself in two. Every muscle in her body strains towards James. Her James. But her love for her son wins, forcing her up the stairs in a frantic attempt to save their child. 

Harry must live. Even if we don’t. James told her that once, and she knows he’s right. Her baby boy deserves a chance to live and find love just like his parents.

She sets Harry in his crib and is barricading the door with anything in sight when she hears it. Thud. It’s the sound of James falling to the floor, but it’s also her heart plummeting in her chest. She chokes back a sob–or maybe it’s a scream–and rushes to Harry. The footsteps echo down the empty hall. 

When the door explodes inward, Harry cries out. Lily plants herself between him and Voldemort, the fury on her face like a raging fire.

His wand is raised, pointed at her heart, but she doesn’t care. Not Harry. Not Harry. It’s a mantra. She begs and pleads–not Harry. Take me instead. 

His lips form the words: Avada Kedavra.

Lily doesn’t scream. She stands firm. And as the bolt of green strikes her heart, she thinks of her son. Daddy and I love you, Harry. Always.

And then it’s black.

“Lil.” James’ voice breaks as he curls himself around his wife. They’ve found each other. And their son is alive. 


In a world without them.


(( inspired by this post ))


CHARACTERS: Jensen x Reader, Jared Padalecki (Mentions Of) Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Osric Chau.


WARNINGS: Profanity.

Requested By the lovely @deansbaby67supernatural : A JensenxReader where she’s an actress on supernatural, they’ve been dating for a couple months while at a con she blurts out that they’re dating when asked what’s it like working with him?. I’m so sorry it took me forever to post it please forgive me. I do hope you enjoy it though cause I loved writing it. As always let me know what you think xoxoxo

Season 10 was done and con week was around the corner. You were a nervous wreck, it was your first time. Though you had been an actor on Supernatural for a little over two seasons, acting behind a camera and talking to fans were two totally different things.

It was the first week of cons, and you
weren’t sure if you wanted to hurl, pass out or both. The drive to the con took no time at all, but you still couldn’t calm your nerves. Jensen must’ve sensed it because he took your hand in his and began peppering kisses along your knuckles.

“Relax babe you’ll do fine.” He said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“What if I mess up? Or I say something stupid, you know how I get when I’m nervous I start blabbering and I loose all control of my motor skills.” You huffed throwing your head against the seat.

“I won’t let you. And if you get overwhelmed just tell me, we’ll leave. OK?”

“God what did I do to deserve you.” Leaning in you gave his scruffy cheek a kiss.

Once inside the hotel you two were led to the green room. That’s where other cast members sat and hung out till it was their time to go up on stage. Everyone was there Misha, Mark, Osric you enjoyed seeing out of work they always made you laugh.

You were going on with Jared and Jensen, which should be easy since all the attention will directed towards them.“You guys ready?” Jared asked, standing on the stairs that lead to the stage.

“Yea, let’s see what exciting things they ask us today.” Jensen said from behind you.

“I’m not. I don’t know how you guys do it, my nerves are going haywire.”

“Don’t be Y/N, they loved your character they’ll love you to.” Jared patted your shoulder.”Alright it’s go time.” he turned and walked onto stage.

The fans went crazy, screaming his name and a few I love you’s. You watched as he took his seat and mic.

“Hi guys. How are y'all today?” He hasn’t said much but five words and they erupted into screams again.

“Ok babe see you in a bit.” Jensen pecked your lips and left your side to join Jared’s.

If you thought they went crazy for Jared, they went batshit for Jensen. The screams were so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself think. J took the seat next him, you loved watching them.

“Alright, alright calm down.” he snapped making the crowd laugh.”hows everyone doing?”

You watched them talk to the fans for a couple minutes till it was your turn to go on stage.

“I have a question for your guys.” Jared stated, sitting back down on his stool.”How do you feel about y/c/n?”

“Ooh that’s a good one. She seemed pretty important to the brothers.” Jensen added.

The fans clapped and whistled at the mention of your characters name. It brought a smile to your face.

“That’s a good sign, cause she’s here. Everyone show some love for Y/N!”

Taking your place next to the boys, the crowd applauded and screamed for you. You began to relax a bit, taking the mic in your hand you raised it to your lips.

“Hi guys.” You waved at the fans, noticing a few camera flashes going off.

“Did you know today’s Y/N first con?” Jensen told Jared.

“What?!” Jared acted like he was surprised. “Well, welcome to the family.”

“Thank you, I have to say I was really nervous about today. But you guys look normal…ish” you laughed, everyone joining you.

“Alright who has the next question?” Jensen asked.

A young girl, no older than 16 stood, she was wearing one of Jared’s Always Keep Fighting shirts. She was absolutely adorable. “My question is for Y/N.” She spoke into the mic.

“Ha ha boys step aside.” You mocked them sticking your tongue out.”go ahead lay it on me.”you told the girl.

“What is it like working with Jared and Jensen?” She asked.

“Yea Y/N, what is it like working with us?” Jared repeated what she asked.

Jensen sat down and folded his hands in his lap. Looking at you and waiting for your answer.

“Working with them is horrible.” you chuckled, both of them faked being hurt.” No actually it’s really fun. Jared he’s the biggest goofball around we’re always getting in trouble for not doing what we’re suppose to. And Jensen… Well he’s a little more serious especially at work he has to tell me what to do, where to stand and so on. But the cool thing about it is, I get paid to kiss me boyfriend on TV so I can’t complain.”

You hadn’t realised what you said till the crowd bursted out screaming. “Oh my god are and Jensen dating?” The young girl squealed in excitement. Hiding behind your hand you didn’t want to look up, your face felt hot and you couldn’t stop smiling.

You peeked at Jensen his face was blank as he walked towards you. His spun you around so that you were facing him, you didn’t know what he was going to do, then he kissed you hard and long. If that didn’t say yes then you didn’t know what did.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell us.” Jared joked, putting his hands on the side of his face.

“You were the one who got us together!” You shouted, smacking his arm.

Jensen leaned over to whisper in your ear.” See, I told you, you’d be fine.” You just smiled at him and linked your hand through his.

The rest of the questions went by fairly quick, you were beginning to think what you were so nervous about in the first place. All to soon the con came to and end and it was time for the three of you to head home and get ready for the next day. After saying your goodbyes to the fans you exited the stage walking hand in hand with Jensen.

“So how was it?” He inquired.

“It was great, I really enjoyed myself. Thank you.”

“Your welcome, now let’s get home I’m beat.” He said pulling you with him towards the car.

Before getting in you grabbed the lapels of his coat and kissed him. It started as a small kiss but quickly changed to one of passion and love. You needed him to know how much you appreciated him. Letting go you whispered over his lips.”I love you.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “I love you too.”

Both of you got into the car and drove home. You kept glancing over at him, you really didn’t know what you did to deserve him but were thankful for it.

Of calloused hands & a tender heart.

Characters: Dean, Reader & mentions of Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: some violence and fluff.

Summary: Dean saves the reader and changes her whole life

A/N: This is for @moonlitskinwalker‘s Miami’s Gods and Monsters Challenge. My God was the Roman goddess of war, Bellona and my prompt was, “Well, there goes my pride.” I do apologize for this being as late as it is. However, I hope y’ all enjoy and thank you for reading. Have a super duper day/night!!Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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