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Stuck in the Middle (With You)

Winchester sister imagine

A/n: based off of episode 12 that aired last night so spoilers

Warnings: blood, language, the usual.

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“Crowley’s right,” piercing blue eyes starred into your own. “You should go.” A loud pain filled grunt filled the air around the rotting angel.

“Cas, come on.” Your oldest brother, Dean, wore a set of swollen eyes. Trying their best to soak up the tears daring to escape from their green captors.

The whole time you stayed crouched directly to his right side. Locking your left hand with his own right.

“No, you listen to me.” His voice cracked slightly as another grown escape his chapped lips. “You-look, thank you. Knowing you, it…it’s been the best part of my life.”

“Cas…” you’d only whispered it, but he heard your hushed and broken tone speaking to the right of him.

“The things…the things we’ve shared together. They’ve changed me.” The pain in his body soared up to his eyes, jumping to yours as his eyes locked to you for a split moment before looking to the rest of the family.

“You’re my family. I love you.” At the last part, the two of you shared a solid moment of eye contact. The grip he had on your hand tightened for a split second before he continued. “I love all of you.”

Your head shook at his words. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

“This sounds an awful like a goodbye speech to me.” The sadness you’d tried your best to contain flooded like a broken dam out of your eyes as you spoke.

“Your story doesn’t end here, Castiel.” Mary, your mother, had a certain kind of look to her. She wore a coat of guilt, but why? You all helped people- other hunters. “This is my fault.” When she directed the blame directly to herself, a cold chill went tingling up your spin as fresh goosebumps danced along your exposed arms and neck.

“Just please…please, don’t make my final moments be spent watching you die.” Judging by the look in his eyes, he wouldn’t gotten up and shoved you all out the door if he had the strength. “Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.” With all his strength he tried to push his body upward, but only fumbled back down with a cough.

A care filled and loving smile spread on your lips. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and over your split bottom lip. Stinging the open wound more than smiling did. Reaching forward with your right hand, you Bentley caressed the side of his head where the rotting hadn’t yet spread. Your fingers getting tangled up in his messy hair.

“Cas, no.” Your voice barley broke through the tears.

“Yes.” He inhaled sharply.

“There is no way in hell I’m leaving you here. If you’re staying, I’m staying right here with you.” No longer was your hand intertwined with his hair. Instead it rested on top of yours which still held on tightly to his left hand.

A sharp and rough sigh came from his rotting body.

Why must you be so pig headed, Y/n?” His body repositioned to what seemed to be a more comfortable position for him to rest in.

A short laugh came from your still sore body. “Nobody told you to love me, Feathers.”

“You need to keep fighting.” Frustration took over his look of pain. He was no longer talking just to you.

“We are fighting.” Sam exhaled sharply. “We’re fighting for you, Cas.” His eyebrows were bunched together as the three lines of wrinkles took over the middle of his forehead.

“And like you said, you’re family.” Dean chimed in. “And we don’t leave family behind.”

Your angels head rested backwards in defeat. There was no way any of you were leaving him, and he knew that.

Sam called for your mother to follow him to talk. Dean trailed behind the two of them while you stayed next to Cas. Locking your fingers even tighter with his.

“I won’t let you leave me.” After a few seconds of silence between you two, you’d finally broken it.

“Y/n,” there was no doubt he was about to protest with what could very well have been his final breath, but you wouldn’t let him.

“No, Cas. Why would you ever…ever think I would leave you?” Part of you felt disappointed. Not in him, but in yourself. “Regardless of circumstances.”

He let out a grown before he responded. “Because… the last thing I want to leave this world seeing is the person I love the most being slaughtered in front of me while I’m left- unable to do anything.” It was getting harder for him to speak. Grunts and groans came from him in between words.

His eyes closed for a moment as a deep and held in groan came from his body. Up the left side of his face grew a splitting black crack. The rotting was getting worse.

Baby…” your hands reached out, fingers just barley touching his face.

A loud banging sound followed by a deep shout came from outside. Somewhat close to your brothers, a giant human side hole was created as a body was thrown through. Crowley.

Seemed not siding with you guys hadn’t worked so well in his favor. Or had he chosen to help in a different way?

Hidden behind the walls came a sharp, fine tuned whistling. A man stepped through and the grip Castiel had on your hand tried its best to get stronger. As if he was protecting you. Telling you to stay out and not do something stupid to get yourself killed as well.

Ramiel and the rest of your family began to speak back and forth, but you were more concerned with how fast the rot was growing.

Your brothers carried on with the Prince. All of your attention was on Cas, who was completely focused on what was happening with the rest of the Winchesters. Knowing you were somewhat safe beside him.

Suddenly, the prince reached behind him and pulled out a lance. The one Crowley had mentioned. The moment it’s base hit the ground powerfully, a gust of strong wind came in your direction. Every direction really. Your family went flying in every direction, while Cas did his best to help anchor you down to prevent you from going too. Then the battle begun.

For a few moments you sat there, watching from a short distance. Until you realized it would take all the power possible to stop him.

Your body stood up. But something stopped you from continuing forward to the fight. A hand which was grabbed lordly onto the bottom of your newly ripped jeans. Cas. This was his way of telling you to stay. Reluctantly you did. Ignoring every fiber of your body pulling towards the rest of your family.

Finally, your brothers had managed to get him into a vulnerable position as the lance was drove deeply into his chest. It was over. Be at the same time it was just beginning.

A dark black substance began pouring from the angels lips. “Guys.” Your voice was almost barley heard, but it was just enough to get their attention.

It was almost as if he was having a seizure. His body began shaking at one point and it was almost too much to watch. Slowly you lifted a very shaky hand to your mouth, covering your lips in disbelief. The air you so desperately needed began to slip away from you as breathing became harder.

From behind, your mother approached and held the back of your head into her chest, her arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“Hey, we’re right here Cas.” There was nothing anybody could do but comfort him. Dean could barley speak himself.

The oozing began to worsen. This was how he would die. His eyes were blank regardless of the fact they were open. Like he was checked out into a painful land.

“We’re right here buddy.” Sam added in.

Just as you thought the end was approaching, a bright blue light took over the room around you. It’s source radiating from behind you all. The light wrapped around Cas, taking him into its warm glow.

When it was all over you took in the sight before you. An angel. No wounds. No rot.

“Cas!” Your arms laced together around his neck, still being careful not to hurt him. Just in case.

Everybody’s heads turned around to be greeted with a sight nobody thought they’d ever see. Before you all stood a very fine Crowley.

“The magic’s in the craftsmanship.” Just before he left he turned and finished. “Oh, you’re welcome.” And just like that the Boy King was gone.

The five of you left, but there was something off. Something you couldn’t shake. A feeling of being lied to, wronged. And you didn’t understand it.


Everybody had gone back to the hotel, except your mother. Who had been staying at a different one.

Both of your brothers were driving in Baby, Mary in a separate car, while you drove the truck and Cas rode shotgun.

Of course you were questioned when you strayed from the route to the hotel.

“Y/n, where are we going?” Cas was speaking normally again, but with that bit of confusion in his voice. It was understood.

“I’ve just- you trust me?” You figured you knew the answer, but still.

“Of course, always.” His face was turned towards yours, which was focused on the road ahead.

Without warning you accelerated, not wanting to loose Mary’s car which had turned into a parking lot.

The two of you sat in the truck, from an unseen distance of course. She was talking to someone. He looked familiar. The moment you saw something- something you thought had been long lost, you hopped out of the truck and began storming into the building.

The door swung open, the little bell resting on the inside ringing violently.

“Y/n!” She must’ve been surprised to see you. Cas was right behind you, sharing an equally surprised and disappointed look.

“Cas?” All it took was his name being spoken from your lips.

He walked forward, placing a hand on the Colt and taking it into his grasp. The man you had no trust for didn’t try a thing. Seen your hand on the gun hidden from sight. Without another word you stormed out of the diner and back to the truck.

“Y/n!” A voice called from behind you, but you simply ignored it. “Y/n, wait!”

A scoff came from you.

Wait? Wait for what? To hear some bullshit story as to why you nearly got us all killed so you could steal something for that prick in there?” This was what Ramiel had said was his. And she just stood there, prepared to let you all die for it.

“Please, I can explain.” An unamused and sarcastic smile was on your lips as she spoke her words.

“Yeah well you might want to make it quick.” You swallowed hard, trying to down the lump in your throat.

“I lied. About helping Wally.” You wanted to interrupt badly, yell, but you waited for a reason. “For them. The British- I’ve been working for them for awhile now. And we’ve saved a lot of people.”

With everything in your body you clenched the power into your fists. Trying to stop yourself from blowing up on her.

“I knew if I said it was for me there’d be questions. Questions I couldn’t answer.” A sympathetic look was being held in her eyes, but you couldn’t care less.

“So then what? You lie? To get us on some suicide mission? You almost- Cas was on the brink of death. We were all being threatened and had no way to defend ourselves whatsoever. Nothing, mom.” A sharp exhale of breathe left your shaking body before you continued. “When he said to give it to him, you should’ve.”

“I couldn’t loose it for them. You have to understand that, Y/n.” Her hand reached forward to touch your cheek but you only pushed it away.

“Understand what? How you chose some half assed deal over your kids?” The lump in your throat only grew, making it harder to speak.

“Sometimes, you have to do what’s necessary…” you’d heard enough.

Every muscle in your body lunged forward as your right fist connected with the side of her face. Your ring cutting her cheek. Before you you could swing again two masculine arms wrapped around your body in a bear hug.

“It’s over, Y/n. Walk away.” Castiel held on tightly, your rage made you stronger than you’d ever been.

Your own mother had betrayed you. All of you. But this was far from over. It was just beginning.

Forget Me Not | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by bansheesandhellhounds

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After an accident you wake up with temporary memory loss and can’t remember being in love with your boyfriend.

Warnings: mentions of a crash, basically the whole thing is based on someone losing their memory temporarily. 

Word Count: 2026

A/N: first of all i am v v v sorry if this isn’t 100% accurate but it was an idea playing around in my head so i just took things from what i know and shows ive watched. i also wrote half of this while i was in a crap mood and the other half when i was v sick so it might not be the greatest but it’s something. also forgot my tags list on this one i’m the worst. and i almost didn’t wannt post this bc i’m a lil iffy on it and don’t want to trigger anyone or upset folk but yolo i guess. it’s not too bad ???

Forgetting thing is always annoying. Whether it’s where you put your keys, plans with friends, if you’d taken your dog out - simple things like that. Trying to search your brain to see if you can figure out if you can remember is never anyone’s favourite thing to do but imagine if you couldn’t remember anything at all.


Never mind where the keys were. Imagine what it must be like to not remember anybody, memories and everything you used to know. Imagine having everything you ever knew ripped away from you.

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Stolen Sweethearts

Pairing: Expensive Headphones (Rich x Michael)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2801

A/N: Okay! This fic is kind weird, it skips around time a lot (from during and after the events in the musical, this is mostly post musical) but please enjoy! Likes are appreciated, reblogs are loved, and nice tags and comments literally make my day! 💖

Jeremy wasn’t so sure when he had realized that he had feelings for his long-time best friend; it was after he and Christine had been dating for a couple of months, he just woke up one day and realized that he’d much rather be holding Michael’s hand and  spending long nights on the phone with him talking video games rather than theatre with Christine. It came to him like a smack in the face- he had spent so long trying to gain the affection of Christine Canigula, and suddenly he’d much rather be with his gay best friend. It wasn’t that he was unhappy or that he didn’t like her- he enjoyed her very much, it’s just that he didn’t want to date her. That was okay, right?

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anonymous asked:

Can I possibly have the UT, UF, and SF skelebros reacting to their S/O's seemingly best friend flirting with them and trying to seduce them away?


Sans has noticed the flirting, but he’s a pretty chill dude.  And not only that, but he trusts you.  He’s not going to give your best friend a Bad Time, or even ask how you feel about them or point out the flirting.  Instead, he’s going to shrug it off (and maybe make a couple of puns about them needing something to quench their thirst), but overall, he’s not going to do anything differently.  You chose him; you’re not going anywhere.  And if you happen to decide you want your best friend, well… whatever makes you happy.  


Papyrus is completely oblivious to most of the flirting.  He just thinks your best friend is super friendly, and that makes him like them, too!  He ends up inviting them to hang out with the both of you all the time–and they even get to tag along on your dates.  If you happen to point out to him that you suspect your best friend may have feelings for you, he won’t be phased in the slightest.  


He’s not bothered in the slightest.  Like Sans, Papyrus doesn’t worry about you leaving him.  After all, you’re in a CAGE OF PASSION AND MADLY IN LOVE, so why would you choose anyone else?  Of course, if you decide that you’d rather be with your best friend, Papyrus will be heart-broken, but understand.  He’ll even insist on being friends.  

He just wants you to be happy.


Red’s not letting this fly.  

He’s going to be all over you whenever you’re bestie’s around, to the point where the PDA becomes a bit much.  You’re going to be in his lap, and he’s going to make DAMN SURE that it’s clear who you belong to.  This means that his love bites are going to start being more and more visible; you used to be able to hide them beneath your shirt, but now, they’re clearly on the side of your neck.

It’s annoying because dammit you have to go to work, but Sans is too irritated to care.  He points out the flirting to you, and if you wave it off as absurd, he’ll just get annoyed and confront your friend directly.

“listen pal… i know what you’re doin’ here.  ya really think that’s gonna work?  y/n chose me.  they’re mine.  and i don’t take kindly to ya disrepectin’ that.  but whatever.  if ya keep testin’ me, well…”  

He leans in, his eyesockets becoming dark.

i ’ m   g o n n a   h a v e   a   g r e a t   t i m e.”  



At even the slightest hint that your bestie has feelings for you–or, at the very least, would like to bang you–Edge is foot-stomping furious.  He does NOT share, and every time they touch you, even if it’s casual, he’s quick to stomp over and separate the two of you.  There was a time when your bestie had their arm around you, and he grabbed their wrist and physically removed their arm.  Nope.  Not happening.  

Even if you insist that your friendship has always been like that–that it’s nothing to worry about–Papyrus is going to scowl, pout, and fight with you.  He has no qualms about calling your best friend out, and if the behavior doesn’t change, or if you push Edge too hard, he’s going to give you an ultimatum and make you choose.


Blackberry barely even wants you talking to any other human–or monster (even Papyrus).  He wants to be the center of your world, but he was GRACIOUS ENOUGH to allow you to remain friends with this so-called bestie (even though he didn’t understand because “I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND, HUMAN!”).  

And now, he can see that was a mistake.

Your best friend is OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.  
(Of course Sans thinks that anyone that is polite to you in public is also MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, so you’re likely to brush aside his conjecture as foolish jealousy.)

Sans is going to demand you wear a collar, and if you deny that request, it’s going to be an argument that ends up with Sans kicking you out of his house, but later apologizing… if apologizing counts as stopping by your house with burritos and pretending nothing happened.  He’ll end up confronting your friend by threatening their life, likely holding a sharpened bone to their neck with Papyrus looming behind your bestie with a lazy grin to really drive the threat home.


Papyrus pretends not to notice for the longest time.

It’s true that he’s the jealous type, and with his low self-esteem, he assumes that you’d be happier with your best friend.  After all, you’ve known them longer, and you’ve spent a lot more time with them, so why wouldn’t you be?  He’s quite perceptive, and he watches the two of you, seeing how you act toward the flirting, to judge if you’re aware or into it at all.  

He acts laid-back and nonchalant about the whole thing, but the moment you’re alone, he’s all over you.  His love bites are a bit rougher, his grip bruising, like he’s trying to hold onto you as long as he can.  He doesn’t bring up his insecurities unless he’s drunk or you end up in a fight, and in both cases, his words are sharp and biting. 

(”i bet you wouldn’t act this way if it was them, huh?  you come home smellin’ like them every night, and it drives me fuckin’ insane, darlin’.  do you have any idea what you’re doin’ to me?”)

You’re going to have to have a long talk–with both him and your friend.

The Serpent Or Me - Part 4 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

My Masterlist.

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3

Characters/Pairings: Jughead, Serpent!Reader, (Mentioned) Betty.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1599

Notes: So this has a lot of reflection rather than action, I hope it’s not too repetitive. This was more to get the story in the right direction more than anything. Lots of drama in the next 2 parts! Expect a new part every Friday from now on, so part 5 will be up on 7/7/17.

Originally posted by burgerheadjones

Jughead’s POV

Betty: Hey Juggie, miss you as always. Kev is here and we’re watching 80s movies, I’m sure you’d approve. So I was wondering if I could maybe meet some of your new friends, like y/n or whoever. I feel like a gf should surely know who her bf’s friends are, haha :) xxx

I read Betty’s text over a few times. It felt off, she’d done nothing but protest my new life and now she wanted to be involved. If it was a genuine attempt at accepting Southside was a part of my life now, I couldn’t really refuse her.

I was waiting for y/n to pick me up, we were on watch for the Serpents again. We’d got in to the habit of meeting a little earlier so we could hang out before the job. I decided I’d ask her about meeting Betty, it was worth a shot. Y/n pulled up in an orange truck, I quickly shuffled in and she set off again.

‘How’s Jug tonight?’ She enquired.

‘Erm, a little confused frankly.’

‘Oh, what’s up?’ She turned to me briefly with an empathetic expression.

‘Well Betty just text me saying she wants to meet my new friends, she even named you specifically.’

‘Wow, I can see why you’re confused.’

‘Would you want to, I mean, meet Betty?’ I edged in, I was weirdly nervous. Not only as to why Betty wanted to meet my friends now but also because of what I now had with y/n. Whenever we hung out we just drove around and talked, I felt like I could open up to her about anything without judgement. Plus she’d introduced me to some other people at school, I didn’t feel like the loner kid anymore and I actually liked it.

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One Poster To Go, Please

I think I’m late with my second entry for the @txf-fic-chicks challenge? Or is the deadline tonight? Either way, I had to write it. 

Post-ep for “Chinga”. 

“So, uhm, if you want I could take you.” Scully raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

“To the shop. For the poster.” Mulder explains, swiveling in his chair to point at it. Another pencil falls on his head with a soft plop. Scully bites the inside of her cheek, hard, to stop herself from laughing. She missed him; but obviously not as much as he missed her.

“We have work to do, Mulder.” She tells him in what she hopes is a commanding voice.

“Nah, look around you,” she doesn’t, “The office is impeccable and each and every report is filed.” Scully stares at him, unblinking.

“I’m serious,” Mulder assures her as another pencil falls on the desk, rolls away and lands on the floor. Mulder clears his throat and quickly rises from his desk chair. “Call Skinner if you don’t believe me,” his hand lands on his spot on her back and she can’t help the small sigh that escapes her lips when she feels his warmth there, “Now come on.” Mulder gently pushes at her and finally Scully gives in.

“I do want to believe.” Scully sighs and Mulder, grabbing his coat, stops for a moment to glance at her. She grins, knowing he has questions; what really happened on your vacation, Scully? Maybe she is going to tell him. Right now though she enjoys the vague teasing too much.  

“Well, then,” he swallows hard, “Let’s go.”

And they do.

The head shop is not a place Scully wants to set foot in. Ever. She steals a glance at Mulder, who doesn’t even think twice about entering. She’s right behind him when a wall of sweet, heavy scents hits her in the face and immediately makes her dizzy.

“You sure this is where you got the poster?” She asks him and he nods. What she really wants to ask him is why he went into this shop in the first place. Then again maybe she doesn’t want to know.

“FBI dude!” Scully crashes into Mulder’s back momentarily before he takes a few more steps forward. She can barely see anything thanks to Mulder’s large form, but she sees a moving shadow and a moment later, when Mulder steps aside, she is introduced to “Spooky Carl” if his name tag is to be believed.

“Oh,” he grins at her, revealing a set of slightly crooked, very yellow teeth, “Is this an FBI lady?”

“She sure is.” Mulder replies. “This is my partner, Dana Scully.” For a moment she is afraid he’s going to extend his hand, but he just nods at her. Relieved, she does the same and gives him a small smile.

“What do you need, FBI dude? Some-”

“No,” Mulder immediately interjects, “The poster. Do you still sell them?”

“I sell a lot of posters, dude.”

“The I Want To Believe one,” Mulder specifies. Spooky Carl narrows his eyes for a moment before they spring open in acknowledgment. He snips his fingers, which Scully notes with some disgust, are almost as yellowish as his teeth.

“I know the one, dude. Let me check in the back. Took them there a while ago. Be right back.” He wanders off and Scully breathes a sigh of relief.

“Great place, huh?” Mulder point to some paraphernalia on a low hanging rack, grinning like a school boy. Scully has no idea what someone would even do with a thing like this, whatever it is.

“Yeah, I can see why you frequent this place.”

“Hey, I only came here because you wanted to get a poster for your – what was his name?”


“Jack, right.” Mulder seems to chew on the name, trying it out for taste. Judging by his face, he doesn’t like it very much. Or really at all.

“You know, he might misinterpret you sending him this.” Mulder tells her, his gaze averted.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a powerful message, Scully.” She feels a tickle in her throat; she swallows the need to laugh.

“He might think it's… you know.”

“No, Mulder, I actually don’t know. What are you talking about?”

“Let me explain it to you,” he turns to her, holding a small alien toy in his hand. What is this place, Scully wonders, before she loses track of her own thoughts. Mulder’s face is too close to hers to concentrate on anything else. “You spent some time with this Jack, right?” Tentatively, she nods.

“So you see, your dear friend Jack will probably think that you like him.”

“Like him.” She repeats slowly.

“Like him, yes. In a I like you, let’s date kind of way. I can’t believe I have to spell it out for you. Scully.”

“Mulder, it wasn’t like that.” Scully tells him, her voice sounding uncertain. Because maybe it was like that. Just a little bit. On his side anyway. She hardly got a good look at him, or spoken to him, really, with Mulder constantly calling her. Or Mulder’s ideas running in her head as if they belonged there.

“All right, if you say so.” Mulder shrugs, putting the alien back. “Should I buy it?”

“Seriously, Mulder it wasn’t like that!” Mulder tilts his head slightly and stares at her, puzzled.

“I just wanted your opinion on whether I should by the figurine, Scully.” She feels the blush start on her collarbone and creep up into her face..

“Uhm, yeah. I mean, no. Don’t buy that junk, Mulder.”

“You’re right,” he nods, “It’s just crap, isn’t it? Not worth it?”

“Right.” Scully draws out her answer, uncertain how to judge Mulder’s expression. Still pondering it, she almost doesn’t notice his face coming closer again.

“Scully?” His breath tickles her cheek and she shivers involuntarily.


“Do you really want to buy that poster?” She doesn’t. She doubts Mulder is right – who sees a poster as a form of flirty invitation? Well, Mulder would. That thought almost makes her smile. But just in case. He’s right either way; she doesn’t want to buy that poster and send it to Jack. Jack who? Her mind asks her, her eyes fixated on Mulder now.

“Hm, maybe not right now,” she admits, “Do you know what I really want?” His face inches even closer, awaiting her answer. Or something else entirely.

“I want to get out of here,” she breathes against him, enjoying his closeness, his warmth, and she almost closes her eyes just because,

“And get a coffee. Oh Mulder, the coffee in Maine was terrible.” His head snaps back, his eyes big as the saucer on his precious poster.

“Coffee.” He coughs.

“Yeah, come on. If I decide to get a poster for Jack after all,” Mulder looks ready to pout, “I know where to go. Now I want a coffee and I want you to tell me exactly what you did while I was gone.” And she never wants to lay eyes on Spooky Carl again ever. She’s fairly happy with her very own Spooky Mulder.

“It might surprise you.” Mulder tells her, his hand finding its spot again, ushering her out. The fresh air feels wonderful and Scully takes a deep breath. Mulder watches her in amusement.

“Then surprise me, Mulder.” He chuckles, shaking his head slightly.

“I really missed y-” he stops himself just in time, clears his throat. A soft blush spreads across his cheeks and around his nose. It looks unbelievably cute, Scully thinks. “You know, coffee.” He finishes lamely.

“I don’t believe you abstained from coffee while I was gone, Mulder.”

“I thought you wanted to believe.” He grins again as she hits his shoulder playfully.

I missed you, too, Scully thinks, and hopes that one day they manage to actually let the other know.

anonymous asked:

what are som of your favorite fics? love your blog❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous: What’s your favourite fanfic ever? 

First of all, thank you! ♥ Second of all, I don’t think you’ve realized what you’ve gotten yourself into. Listen, I have so many favorites and I really tried to keep this short (I did!!), but it was impossible to choose just one (or 5.. or 10..), so I settled down on 15. Hope you don’t mind too much, haha. 

Little disclaimer: these are in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track :) Have fun!

  1. with love, from anonymous by cosetties & iriswests ✓  
    Summary: secret admirer!au; Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. 

  2. That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. 

  3. in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle ✓
    Summary: wrong number!au; “I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description"… Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana. 

  4. Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  5. Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question. 

  6. You Don’t Even Know Me! by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: HateToLove!au; “Let’s keep our daddy issues out of work,“ said Even. “Excuse me?!” Or: The one in which Isak and Even are interns who start on the wrong foot and don’t like each other at all (except that they do).

  7. hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.

  8. i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.
  9. I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: childhood friends!au; “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

  10. love and condoms by kassie ✓  
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  11. Sideways and Slantways by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first. 

  12. True or False by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. 

  13. And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned. 

  14. The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket ✓
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

  15. cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse ✓  
    Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

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Before He Cheats

Hey! This was for the Break the Zone Challenge. This was supposed to be female angst ballads so… mine was Before He Cheats. Hope you like it! If you want to be tagged, not tagged, removed, added to a list let me know! I love feed back that is what keeps me goin’. 

Warnings: Language, destructions of property, threats. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader no smut

The son of a bitch had done it for the last time. You had caught him red handed. You had gone out for drinks last night with the girls because he was working late, for the third time this week, and there the bastard was. He was in a corner booth wrapped up in a little blonde, he had not been taught never to put his back to the door. You had turned and gone home, a complete loss for what to do. Until you pulled in the drive, there sat his pretty lifted souped up 4-wheel drive.

Little did he know, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You smiled and played the good girlfriend tonight when he called and apologized for working late yet again. You hung up and got ready to go out.

You finished curling your hair and smoothed on your red lipstick, you were on the warpath. You slipped on your red high heels and snagged your black leather jacket on your way through the bedroom. The last thing you grabbed was your Louisville Slugger from its spot behind the front door.

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Every Me And Every You - Twenty Six

You both woke up late the next day and oh god, how you ached.

It didn’t stop you having sex three more time throughout the day, and experimenting with more different things. You revisited the bondage side of things, being cuffed to a chair with your hands binded behind the back of it, and you played with the secretary and Boss scenario again, ‘accidentally’ spilling coffee on the floor in front of him and having to crawl on your hands and knees to clean it up.

By seven pm you were exhausted. Happy and extremely satisfied, but exhausted and achey. You bid Spencer adieu, thanking him for an amazing weekend and then you went home.

You bathed, changed into your pajamas, restocked your go bag and got your things ready for work, and then you climbed into bed and crashed.

The next three weeks were utterly manic, the team being pulled from one case to another with very little down time. You and Reid managed one night together in 20 days, and you were rudely awoken at 5am the next morning with separate calls from Hotch telling you there was another case. The team had been due another two consecutive days off, so you’d ended up spending three hours sitting on the jet with an incredibly sore backside, Spencer shooting you little smirks whenever you adjusted yourself to get comfortable.

Emily kept asking about Dan and you were sure she sensed something was off. You’d ran off too soon, made too much of a big deal about him not being able to stop and talk to her. She wanted pictures, a surname, his age.

You made things up, noting the facts you’d told her in a memo on your phone, Spencer sending you teasing texts messages whenever he overheard the conversation.

“So I’m blonde?”

“Well my cousin is blonde and it’s the only suitable photo I had.”

“Did you tell her I’m a ten yet?”

“No I actually told her DAN was a twelve….. And that he made me suck him off down a dark country lane. She found that part terribly amusing.”

“Im sure DAN can find plenty of other places for you to suck him off.”

“What, like the supply cupboard at the hospital he works at. I can’t believe you made him a doctor.”

“Well, Dr Reid, Dr Dan…. What is my last name anyway?”



“There was a Big Bang Theory on when she was badgering me.”

“But still… Howard?”

“Shut up…. ”

“Are you really telling me to shut up?”

“We’re not playing, I can say whatever I want to you.”

“Will we be this weekend, Snow?”

“Annoyingly, probably not. I have to go see my parents tonight when we get back and then tomorrow Penny wants us to go out as a team remember.”

“Who are you texting?” Emily glanced over at you from her seat on the jet.

“Yeah, both you and Reid have had your phones out nearly the whole way home. Anyone would think you were texting each other.” Morgan looked over from his seat as well.

“I’m texting Dan actually.” You turned your phone so that Emily could see the name at the top of the texts, making sure a relatively innocent message was displayed. You’d change the contact name for Reid’s personal cell a few weeks ago, just in case.

“And I’m playing a word game.” Reid flipped his cell around so that they could see the game he’d quickly opened.

You chilled the texts after that, making sure you didn’t immediately both put your phones away. That would have looked too strange and obvious.

When you’d finally got back to HQ you finished your paperwork and then headed straight to your parents house, Spencer taking the bus home from work for once.

It felt strange being in the car by yourself on a Friday night. It felt strange being away from Spencer to be honest.


You arrived at your parents and spent a nice evening with them, having a family meal which your sister’s and their partners had come over for and then crashing in your old bedroom.

Dinner had been full of the usual banter and questions, how was work, are you seeing someone.

“Works fine…. And nope!” You’d told them.

“Who do you keep texting then?” Meg, your younger sister asked. She was sat next to you, her girlfriend of four years, Tammy on the other side of you.

“Yeah, who’s Dan?” Tammy asked, spying your phone which you’d left on your knee under the table, the conversation you’d been having left open. She started to read the text she could see outloud.

“I could think of better things to do with your…… Oh… OH!” She stopped and you glared at her, going red.

“Y/N, I do not want to know the rest of the sentence but it does NOT sound like appropriate dinner table conversation.” Your mother looked over at you, her lips twitching. She wanted to laugh.

It wasn’t appropriate dinner conversation at all…. There was talk of eating, but it wasn’t food.

“Put your phone away and do tell us all about this ‘Dan’ person.”

So you fed them the same stories you’d given to Emily and the rest of team, feeling horrible for lying to your family. But they couldn’t know you were sleeping with one of your coworkers, and they definitely couldn’t know what you were doing with him.

Your sister’s wouldn’t judge you for having a fuck buddy, and you were quite certain they probably wouldn’t even judge for the other stuff, but it wasn’t something you particularly wanted your mother or father to know. Your mom didn’t quite get the concept of having a friend you used just for sex. You remembered watching ‘Friends with Benefits’ with her and Louise, your other sister, when it first came out. You’d spent most of the movie trying to convince her that two people could have no strings attached sex, for mutual satisfaction, just for her to give you a triumphant look at the end when the two characters actually ended up together. They really hadn’t helped your case, damn you Justin and Mila.

You spent a good portion of Saturday with your family too, leaving around 3pm to get ready for your night out with the team.

It had been so long since the whole team had been out together, usually it was just you and the girls, with occasionally Morgan and Reid tagging along. Tonight, it was going to be Hotch and Rossi too, at least for the first part. Garcia had booked a table at the same Italian you’d eaten at before, and then afterwards you were going out drinking and dancing.

Well, you were until you and Spencer could find a reason to leave early.

You’d been messaging him whilst you were in the bath, although once he know you were in the bath it was less conversation and more comments about how he missed the sight of your naked body, and how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it again.

You couldn’t wait either. The last three weeks had been so mental at work that aside from the one night, you’d barely had time to think about sex, just falling into bed as soon as you got home, or back to the hotel room in whatever state you’d landed in. Last night though when you’d been lying in your childhood bedroom, you’d felt extremely horny. Eventually you’d rolled onto your front and buried your face into the pillow to muffle your groans as you worked your hand between your legs, sending Spencer an extremely filthy message afterwards, explaining in detail what you’d just done. You felt a lot bolder around him sexually now, although it was easy to be crude via text message that to attempt dirty talk in actual person.

As you finished getting ready you wondered if you would manage to get away from the team and exactly what it would entail. In your texts there’d been talks about using whips and canes next, and you’d Googled images of canings, your breath catching in your chest as you took in the raised red welts against the skin. They definitely had to last longer than the red tone and the light bruising Spencer had given you so far.

The bruising had happened after the one night you’d managed to grab together, you’d begged him to go harder and for longer and he had, making you stand in various places as he slapped your buttocks, alternating between his hand and both a rubber and wooden paddle. The rubber one had produced a wicked noise as it had had tiny holes in the surface to cut down on the wind resistance as he struck you with it. It had left some pretty interesting marks too, marks you’d taken photos off and had lain in bed looking at last night.

Applying the finishing touches your make up, you rummaged in a drawer for some earrings, spying the black choker that Spencer had bought you. That would actually go pretty nicely with your outfit tonight, a little black skater dress which you were wearing with heels and over the knee black socks. You looked both cute and sexy you’d thought, the socks topping mid thigh and exposing a strip of pale skin before the hem of your dress started. You were quite sure it was going to drive Spencer wild.

You shoved the choker back in the drawer, and then as you were halfway out of the door, ready to jump in the cab that was downstairs with Emily in it, you changed your mind. Grabbing it and quickly buckling it on to your neck, you jumped into the car, ready for tonight.

“Ready for some drunken shenanigans?” Emily asked you, giving your outfit the thumbs up.

“Always! Maybe we’ll get to see Rossi charm wife number five tonight… Or is it six?”

“I’ve lost count. Is Dan not annoyed that it’s your first free weekend in ages and you’re not spending it with him?”

“Erm he’s working tonight… He said if he gets off his shift early that he might come and meet us later.”

“Really? You mean we might finally get to meet him?”

“Depending on how work goes, obviously.”

You and Emily had been the last to arrive at the moment restaurant, the rest of the team hovering in the lobby waiting for you.

“My beautiful ladies, damn girls, you look hot!” Morgan appraised you both as your entered, arm in arm.

You snuck a glance a Reid seeing him looking from foot to head approvingly, until he reached your neck. His eyes narrowed when you spotted the jewellery you’d chosen to adorn your throat with, his face turning stoney.

That was not what you’d expected from him, you’d expected a lip bite or a smirk. Instead he seemed…. Angry.

As the maitre de came to seat you, he hung back and you stood rummaging in you purse, pretending you were looking for something.

When the others were out of ear shot, he moved next to you, muttering quietly.

“That COLLAR is not a fucking fashion accessory, Y/N.” The emphasis on the word collar. “You wear it when I tell you to, not when you choose to.”

Your hands moved to the back of you neck, ready to remove it. He reached out, stilling you.

“Don’t you fucking dare remove it. You’re keeping it on now. Just know that it’s going to be incredibly hard getting through dinner looking at you with that around your throat. The collar that means you’re mine. My submissive, my play thing.” He whispered the last words to you, them hitting you straight between your legs.

“You guys coming?” Penelope turned around and called to you.

“Oh, we’ll be coming alright,” he muttered under his breath so only you could hear, before following the rest of the team, leaving you wondering how much of a mistake you’d made wearing that choker.

You guessed you’d find out.


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Getting Caught

Here it is. The present. Or well, the past since it was technically four days ago, but still. The present.

Let me start off with this, my mom is not in the country. She is gone until February 14th and I am dreading and also awaiting the day she comes back. I want to see her because I miss her and I love her, but I also know when she comes back she also has to find out the truth. Her daughter tried to steal something in a store she frequents.

Now my mom’s reputation is very important to her. VERY IMPORTANT. More important than to most people, and that is because of her occupation (which I will not disclose). So when she finds out, not only will she be heartbroken and worried about me and my future (which is also very important to her because she works very hard to assure that my future is bright and I have everything I need to make it bright. I know I’m a lucky daughter who does stupid things.), she will also be heartbroken and worried about her reputation.

That being said, my father and I went to a JcPenney to buy my mom jewelry she specified on wanting during a sale that went on while she is gone. (that doesn’t agree with tenses but whatever) While there, we waited for an attendant to help us, I spotted the small Sephora. I pocketed three items totalling 118$.

My dad and I picked out the jewelry, and I, despite being nervous, continued on my way. I felt nervous because there were cameras everywhere. There were not a lot of people, but a relatively good amount. 

I did my research on shoplifting hauls and tips on tumblr. One of the basic things is if you have a gut feeling you’re being watched or something is going wrong, something is going to go wrong. Drop your stuff and go. I had a gut feeling. I was stupid enough to say, oh well, and keep going.

We walked out the store, and I passed the sensors and I felt relief. I didn’t ring. Not three feet into the parking lot a man with greying hair and glasses stopped me, pulled out a black wallet looking thing, out came a gold badge and said “Please come with me”. My heart is beating so fast as I type this.

I couldn’t believe this was real. After countless stories on tumblr, countless hauls, all my friends stuff which is 87% stolen, and I, on my first attempt, get caught. I didn’t believe. I wanted to cry. They took me into a back room and my dad kept asking questions.

Let me tell you this. It was probably the worst experience of my life. Filling out forms with tears coming down my face, my dad so angry, he wouldn’t even sit down, or look at me, and all he wanted to do was hit me in the face. He begged the man to pay for my items, but the man replied it was against company policy.

It was worse than getting my first D on a calc test (the average was a 47 and its a college class in high school so don’t judge). It was worse than finding out my boyfriend cheated on me. It was probably neck and neck with finding out my grandfather died. Actually, my grandfather dying beats that out by a bit. 

I filled out forms, signed a notice saying I know I will get a civil demand for an undisclosed amount, I am not allowed in the mall, and an acknowledgement of what I attempted to steal. I received a court date right then and there. I spent an hour in that small room with my dad who cried for the third time I had ever seen him cry.

It was hell.

Let me tell you. JCP has HD cameras that can zoom in and out. JCP has an attending LP always, sometimes more than one on duty. JCP doesn’t tag somethings like bags, jewelery, and makeup because they will ALWAYS catch you taking it. At least at the one I was at.

If you want me to go into more details, I can. I remember everything they told me, everything I asked my dad through my tears, and everything my dad told me.

It felt like a nightmare. 

We left an hour later and my dad cried and asked me why I did it, especially because he asked before we left if I wanted anything. He was disappointed in me. He felt like I broke his trust. Not only did I try to steal, but I was with him. A man who would give me whatever I wanted, as long as I asked.

We picked up my brother from his internship in college, and he asked what was wrong. I was required to tell him what happened through my tears, and he called me stupid and said why would I shoplift. I told him you answered it, because I’m stupid. My brother asked basic questions like if I was arrested, but didn’t press too hard. My brother hasn’t always been the best brother, but he has always been a good child. I’ve been a pretty good sister, but not the best child. I do dumb things. He knows that, and he is all for punishing me for it. He only wants the best for me though. I love my brother, but he knew I was in deep trouble for my stupidity.

I texted my boyfriend right when I got in the room that I was getting in trouble for shoplifting and did not text him until I got home. When I got home, my dad and I did not talk.

I called my boyfriend on the phone, told him what happened, cried for a while, then went on my laptop and did as much research as I could. I asked questions on forum sites, I called lawyers left and right. I looked at what I could expect.

I am and was a 4.4 GPA student involved with Student Council, NHS, and volleyball. I didn’t have a spot on my student record, and before this, not one single speck on my criminal/arrest/juvenile record. The worst grade I had ever received on my transcript was a B, combined with a Satisfactory citizenship and the grade for that semester was a 3.4 unweighted, with a weighted average of 3.8. Like I said, I was not and am not a bad student. I want to be a doctor and I am taking medical advanced classes for my school’s accelerated program and am interning at a medical center.

Me being a good student doesn’t mean jack shit however. Being a good student doesn’t mean that I didn’t do what I did, nor does it lessen or put the blame off on anyone else. I still made the same stupid and shitty decision.

I got caught. I am not immortal. No one is. I got caught.

Comic-Con [Sherlock Holmes]

Summary // You, Sherlock and John happen to be in San Diego during the time of comic-con and you’ve always wanted to go there

Originally posted by silent-micka

“Why not?” You asked, you had always wanted to go to comic con and since you, Sherlock and John were now staying rather close to San Diego for a case, he refused to tell you about the case, and since he refused to let you go on the case with him, you decided you’d get some tickets for comic-con and go since you had always wanted to, and now he was protesting.

“It’s dangerous.” He responded and you rolled your eyes, that was absolutely ridiculous, to everything was danger but it was a public and well-known convention so there wasn’t really much to worry about.

“Shut up Sherlock, the case you’re on is dangerous, going to a convention isn’t dangerous. Any way, I got two tickets so you can go along with me if you’re so worried about me.” You said, you had done it as you hoped that Sherlock would tag along with you and otherwise you just had a spare ticket, you two never really did much together as most of your time was spent on cases or having some fun in 221B but going out wasn’t necessarily what you two did a lot, the odd restaurant and things alike but never something really big.

“I suppose.” He mumbled and you grinned.

“You know I’m going to make you go in costume, right?” He glanced up at you, curiously. “Oh yes, you are going in costume and I want you to surprise me, I mean we’re never really here so now that we are I want to get a full experience in cosplay, you can do this for me.” You said and you noticed John was going on to silently judge Sherlock when his response was silence and you smiled.

“Fine.” He said although he sounded far more excited than his face would suggest, you just smiled. You always enjoyed seeing the panels and just all the amazing cosplays which is why this one time you were able to go and you wanted to make the most of it, with your boyfriend of course.


“Didn’t you say you were going out?” Sherlock said as he noticed John standing in the hotel room, since Y/N was so insistent on him surprising them Y/N decided to take John his room and Sherlock knew it meant a lot to them so he did want to do a good job but he just had no single clue what to do, he knew exactly what they liked but that didn’t mean he was able to think of what they might cosplay as.

“I did and I did go out, didn’t take too long to find this, did some research last night.” John said as he revealed a dark brown pinstripe suit, along with one of his white dress shirts and a dark tie, lastly when it came to clothing was a long brown coat and a pair of converse.

“So, I didn’t get these new but I got them from Mycroft, I’m not spending god knows how much on things you’re going to wear once or twice but I do feel like you need to surprise Y/N good because of everything they put up with you, and I happen to know what they’re going to cosplay as.” John said with a satisfied grin and Sherlock took the clothes from him.

“How come you know and I don’t?” He said.

“Because of your irregular sleeping hours I’d say, I saw something on the bed of you two and I asked them about it, Rose was their first companion so I immediately knew what to do, some careful conspiring with Mycroft and he sent the whole outfit to some friends here so I went to pick them up, I actually suggest not wearing the coat all the time, it’s more of an extra for when you’re on your way, it doesn’t suit with the episode but he basically wears it in all of the episodes and since Mycroft was paying I decided it was necessary.” John explained and Sherlock felt stupid when he didn’t think of that, he knew out of all the tv shows Y/N watched, Doctor who was their favourite and he knew they started watching around the time when it first aired so he could’ve known all of this yet he didn’t.

“Thank you. I supposed I failed to notice something this once, I’m sure Y/N is going to love this.” Sherlock responded and John just smiled.

“Just repaying a favour, it’s nothing too much since Mycroft paid for it all and Y/N would absolutely love this so I don’t mind helping my best friend out. Now, we need to get some product because your hair doesn’t exactly fit this cosplay.” Sherlock nodded, of course he knew the tenth doctor, mostly due to Y/N as he didn’t really watch tv, he was starting to like the show and of course they informed him about every single little detail there was about the show.

“I am at your mercy.”


You stared one last time, it took you quite a long time to get the cosplay together but you were excited either way, you had been wanting to go to comic-con since forever and now finally could and in full cosplay as one of your favourite characters, you had asked John to tag along as you felt a little awkward alone in a completely alien enviroment and he went along and would head back once you had seen Sherlock and went on inside to the convention.

“you’re going to love what Sherlock did.” John said as you were both sitting in the cab and you adjusted the wig a little bit, you raised a curious eyebrow as the cab kept driving.

“I’ve seen it, I’m not telling you though but I think you’re going to love it.” John said with a smile and you just nodded, you first had to do see but you knew Sherlock could surprise you very well despite the amount of time you’ve known him and the two years you two have been together, somehow he was just good at surprising you, sometimes he had help but most of the times he did it on his own.

You two arrived on a street close to the convention, that’s where you agreed to meet and you were stunned at the sight, it was beautiful and made you giggle as well. You had decided to go in cosplay as Rose from ‘The Idiot’s lantern’ as that was one of her most distinct looks and you liked it so to see Sherlock in full pinstripe suit with his hair up was a certainly a delight, a bit odd but lovely either way.

“I’m not a big fan of wigs.” He said as you approached him with John next to you and you chuckled.

“I understand why, It doesn’t feel nice but its really pretty so I put up.” YOu said with a little chuckle, he offered his arm and you immediately took it, John grinned and left as the two of you headed for the convention.


“I’ve never been this tired.” You said as you fell down onto the hotel room couch, since the two of you had gone into cosplay and tenrose was still a pretty popular ship a lot of photos were asked and both of you obliged, Sherlock a bit more hesitant but you suggested he try to have a little fun and went along with the requests and so did you, the combination of photos, a massive crowd, panels and all of the other things you two did left you exhausted once you both got back, you more than Sherlock but you noticed he was more tired than usual.

“I’ve noticed,” Sherlock commented.

“What a brilliant comment, either way thanks for making this a great day, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.” You said with a smile, it wouldn’t be because there’d be less photos but doing something together in a completely different place it was just a nice thing to do together and you wanted to do more of these things, not necessarily conventions but just going out with him and doing things you didn’t normally do.

“You have John to thank really, he pulled this outfit together.” Sherlock responded.

“Don’t be so hard, I’ll thank him to but he wasn’t the one at my side the whole day and you were.”

Never Forget (Part 4) - Steve Rogers

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Steve Rogers x Reader

**I can’t do a summary on this one without spoiling everything. If you’ve read the first three parts then you know what’s going on. 

Word Count: 1503

Warnings: Language, angst.

A/N: Ok, I’ve had so much fun writing this! Thanks to all who have read it! Give me some feedback, too. I like hearing from you. Not my gif, credit to the owner.

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“You guys only dated for two months - it’s not like you were engaged or anything.” Laurie sat with you on your couch, sharing a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with you.

You nodded. “I know. It’s just that I was really falling for him, and I… I don’t know. I just miss him, that’s all.”

It had been a week since you and Steve went ‘on a break’.

“So, why don’t you just call him, then?” Laurie said, digging her spoon into the ice cream. “If you’re ‘on a break’ you can just end the break, right?”

“It’s not that simple,” you sighed, wishing it was. “He doesn’t want to be with me if I can’t handle him leaving all the time to save the world. And I don’t know if I can handle that. I mean, I love that we aren’t a super clingy couple, and I don’t want him up my butt all the time, but…” you sighed again. “I just want to see him. And I want to know that I’m a priority in his life.”

Laurie shook her head. “If you sigh again, I’m going to scoop your eyeballs out,” she joked, waving her spoon around before scooping some more ice cream in her mouth.

“Can we talk about something else?” you asked, and Laurie nodded.

After a moment of silence, your friend spoke up again. “So how was the sex?”

You nearly choked on your ice cream. “Excuse me?”

“The sex- with Captain America. How was it?” Laurie pressed, raising a brow. “He’s a super soldier, sex with him must have been super.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you said, and it was Laurie’s turn to be surprised.

“You never fucked him?”

“No,” you said, leaning back against the couch cushions. “We were taking things slow, and… and we never really had an opportunity to. Even if we did, he’d probably have to leave halfway through,” you laughed at the thought.

“Ew,” Laurie laughed, scrunching her nose up in disgust. She shook her head for a moment. “Do you think you’ll ever see him again?” She asked, setting her spoon on the coffee table.

“I don’t know, maybe,” you said, shrugging. “I miss him like crazy, but if the world is always going to come first, I just don’t think I can be with him.”

Laurie, for once, didn’t have a comment. But she looked like she did, like she was holding something back. “What?” you asked, noticing this.

She shook her head, giving you a tight-lipped smile. “Nothing,” she said.

You gave her an incredulous look. “It’s not nothing- what is it?” you asked.

Laurie let out a huff of breath, and looked at you like you were an idiot. “I just think you’re being stupid. You’re crazy about this guy, and duh, his job is going to come before you. It’d be different if he were a lawyer or a teacher, but he’s a superhero, Y/N. It’s not like he can just let aliens invade Earth or whatever he protects us from.”

“You don’t think I know that?” you said, all of sudden feeling very defensive about this whole thing. Who was she to judge you? Tell you that you were being stupid? “You don’t think I’ve thought about that, and felt guilty about thinking I was more important than his job?” You stood up, slamming the lid back on the ice cream.

“If you were really guilty about it, you’d be okay with him leaving all the time,” Laurie pointed out, her voice calm and cool compared to yours.

“Shut up!” your voice raised as you tossed the ice cream onto the coffee table. “You don’t know how it is- you don’t know what it’s like to be completely into this guy who always has to leave. Always.”

“Look, I get it,” Laurie said, standing up and grabbing her purse. “But you’re being selfish. Steve has a job to do, and you should appreciate the time you get with him and stop dwelling on the fact that he’s not around twenty-four seven. And, do you know what I would give to have what you and Steve have? I’ve seen the way you look at each other. No one has ever looked at me like that.” She scoffed. “I get why you’re mad. But don’t take it out on me.” She dug her keys out of her bag.

“Laurie, wait-”

“Call me when you’re done acting crazy,” she said, rolling her eyes before walking out the door.

This wasn’t like you - blowing up on Laurie and acting all self-centered with Steve. You weren’t like that, right? You kept your anger under control and you didn’t let doubt run your life, but… But something happened over the last few months and now, things were different. You were different.

You got a text two weeks after your fight with Laurie. It was from Steve.

I left my copy of the catcher in the rye at your place. Can I come get it, and I will give you back your key also?


You couldn’t help but smile. He always ended his texts with his name, even though you always told him he didn’t need to. That people receiving messages from him would know it was him. He was such a dork sometimes.

You were at work when you received it, so you quickly typed back a reply.

Yes. I get off at 8. Anytime after then will be fine.

The past few weeks had been rough. You hadn’t talked to Laurie or Steve, and your heart hurt without both of them. You spent a lot of time watching reruns of your favorite TV show, and the amount of ice cream eaten had been a lot more than usual. You missed Laurie. You missed laughing with her about the stupid things you did in high school and going through each other’s clothes and talking about everything with her. You didn’t have anyone to vent to.

And, more than anything, you missed Steve. You missed the electricity between the two of you when you touched, and the way his lips seemed to fit into yours like puzzle pieces.  You missed how you didn’t even have to go out with him- the two of you could just relax on your couch and be totally content. You missed those baby blue eyes, with so much history in them. You missed him so much.

Maybe Laurie was right. Maybe the little bit of time you got with Steve was enough. Maybe you could deal with him always running off, as long as he came back to you.

Fuck, you thought, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you made your way through the housewares department. Was I wrong all along?

The rest of your shift seemed to drag on. Like the universe knew that you wanted to leave, so it slowed time down just for kicks.

You nearly got a ticket driving back to your apartment.

Your bag slung over your shoulder, your hair disheveled from a long day at work, your half-eaten sandwich in a plastic bag. You were a sore sight, and all you wanted was to see Steve. You knew what you had to do - apologize, and kiss and make up.

Everything would be alright.

You opened the door, expecting to see Steve on the other side. Instead, you were met with the darkness of your apartment, empty of anyone that could bring you happiness again. After setting your bag down, you noticed something on the table by the door. A note, with the key you’d given Steve sitting on top.


This past month has been hell without you. But you haven’t made any move to contact me, no signs that you want to make this work. So I have to give up, right? If there’s really no way I could change your mind, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. I lived this long without you. I can do it again.

I can’t guarantee that you’ll be number one on my list. The world needs me, Y/N, and I can’t just back down from anything threatening the safety of this planet. SHIELD is my job, and I can’t quit on them. But once all that is said and done, I promise, you will be my number one girl.

If you are willing to try again with me, give me a call. If not, well, I’ll be sad, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

- Cap (Steve)

All the emotions that you’d had built up over the past month or so just sort of collapsed, and soon your eyes flooded with tears. You couldn’t help it. Things were horrible with Laurie, and you missed Steve like crazy. But he wanted you. And you wanted him, more than anything. Things were different with him than with any other guy you’d dated. He was different. He was special.

You didn’t even bother pulling yourself together before dialing his number.


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Devil in Disguise

Joker!Baek (some good visuals in his tag for this particular piece)

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word count: 4054 (ohmyyy!)

Fate had not been so kind. Or maybe this was for the best and it was only you who thought it to be unkind. That night on patrol was just another boring night; no special appearance by the Joker, or anyone for that matter. When Batman joined you later that evening to finish the watch, he commented on your seemingly low mood. It took you a moment to maintain composure so he wouldn’t suspect anything but in the end you tell him it was just another boring night. He laughed, and you sensed his relief that this was the worst of your problems at the moment, or so he thought. He never asked how you spent that afternoon and you made no effort to tell him of those few hours you spent with the Joker. Those few hours starting to feel like a dream and not a distant memory.

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Okay! Tagged by @rockabelle to list ten of your favourite Naruto ships and tag ten people. The biggest problem I have with this is that I’m not completely convinced I have ten favourite ships..

And it’s always so hard to pick favourites because then what if you change your mind later? :( :(

So, sorry, I’m going to aim for five instead. Let’s see how we go!

In no particular order:

- Sakura/Ino: excellent pairing, makes perfect sense, would recommend. Usually interpreted as sweet and soft and less conflicted than many other ships, but I think those interpreters a) weren’t paying attention to canon and b) haven’t spent a lot of time around young women. Instead pls consider: these two feel way too much about each other. Every achievement, every failure, they’re both looking over their shoulders thinking: is she watching? Did she see? They’re nervous about being judged, ready to gloat over success and preemptively defensive about failure. They’re bitter and wanting, scrambling for an equal relationship they can’t quite figure out, both too proud to bend to one another – and not because they’re too proud in general. Sakura in particular doesn’t hold her dignity especially close in canon. But leaving oneself open to someone whose feelings and opinions really, really matter is so much more daunting, especially when you know firsthand how vicious they can be. And then, just, ugh, the dynamic. Ino’s savage and Sakura can snap her in half with her pinky. And they both grow up to be cute af. And badass. Oh, no. Hnngh.

- Hashirama/Madara: uh. Yeah. It’s not just the unlikely friendship and the forging peace between clans thing. It’s the end of it, too. Madara leaving, coming back, all the seething violence and bitterness and hurt. It works really well. These guys were always going to tear strips off each other and I like to watch Madara lose his shit. I like both of these morons on their own but shipped together they’re a mess. A volatile, terrible, amazing mess. Everything from the symbolism (eg Hashirama’s famous for wood element; Madara’s whole extended family sets things on fire) to their clashing characters to their ultimately similar ideals just sets them up for either a clinging-tooth-and-nail successful relationship or a spectacular crash-and-burn fiery failure.

- Kakashi/Gai: too sweet too pure ahhhh. Help. Ridiculous headcanons include: a) each knowing the best way to keep the other in hospital when they’re trying to escape care, b) literally they live together and one day their teams will find out and go kind of wild. Pls. Pls. Also just. It’s such a good pair. They’ve known each other forever and they’re still completely the opposite of bored. They respect each other when it’s serious but give each other so much shit otherwise. They’re both relentlessly badass. Just. KakaGai.

- Hidan/Kakuzu: please see their canon interactions, I swear to god. It’s not that they’re a pair in canon (although I mean there’s no evidence to suggest they’re not, if that’s where you wanna take this) but rather that their canon interactions make me want to ship them. Shipping these two isn’t about taking any of the physical violence out of their relationship, because they need that to function in character. They are violent people and we should not take that away from them. Kakuzu is known for snapping and killing his partners in a fit of temper and I’m sure he “kills” Hidan frequently. But they’re also adorable with each other in canon! Kakuzu bitches and complains about Hidan taking time to pray, but he doesn’t actually try to stop him – and I’m pretty sure he could, if he really wanted to. He doesn’t even try, though. He just waits. He also intentionally collects Hidan’s hitae-ate to give back to him, which as we have seen Hidan coos over because this fucking murder child gets all excited when Kakuzu’s nice to him?? They work seamlessly together, enough that people comment on it. Kakuzu complains about how much of an idiot Hidan is when he’s there but the second he’s gone he’s warning people not to underestimate Hidan. He gets offended on Hidan’s behalf during the fight with Shikamaru and tells Kakashi “you’re seriously underestimating Hidan,” and just. It’s such a perfect thing. Ah. Yes. This is a good murder romance. They are good murder partners. They’re going to murder each other, but they’re going to murder other people harder.

- Genma/Raidou: Okay. I know. I know. I am aware that they are characters who remained almost entirely uncharacterised for the whole series. This ship is a terrible ship thing because it’s built entirely upon the works of JBMcDragon, MessyPeaches and, hugely, the RP crew at the now-defunct Fallen Leaves. I have headcanons about what these guys are meant to be like and I ship them. Just… give me the traumatised ANBU idiots. Give me the weird domestic ninjas. I’m trash. Bring it to me, I want six. SIX. This is a stupid thing to ship but here I am.

That’s my five, phew. I’m kind of sucky at this meme, sorry!

Thing is, I have sort of mild preferences for other ship things – Kakashi/Obito, Itachi/Shisui, etc – but I find it’s usually less about the actual ship and more about the character analysis, or the dynamic between characters. And… often I​ read or contemplate actual ships and then realise that the romance and sexuality elements are getting in the way of the relationship I actually want to be thinking about…


Anyway, I’m now going to tag a bunch of people who care very little about shipping in this shipping meme because apparently that’s how I roll: @quantumghosts, @thriceandonce, @tandembicycles, @phoenixyfriend, @firebirdeternal, @roadkill2580 and uhh… does @apocalyptichero do this kind of meme? Maybe?

Edit: Fwiw I definitely support cutting the list in half to five because shipping is hard.

Prove ‘Em Wrong

Here is my entry for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit my Patients Say challenge! I took “My friend said I couldnt do it so I had to prove them wrong, and also You’re a lot different than the nurses I’ve seen online.” Both Prompts are in bold. Let me know what you think! Thanks to the ever amazing @atc74 for reading through this for me!

You made it through finals week rather unscathed and sober. Now with clinicals and everything out of the way, your girls had decided it was time to go out and party. 

“Shots!!” Ana called out over all the noise in the packed bar. 

You and two of your girlfriends cut your way through the crowd to the bar. You caught the attention of the bartender and ordered a round of whiskey shots.

 “Excuse me sweetheart,” a baritone voice came from behind you as you leaned on the bar, a tumbler in your hand, laughing.

 “Yeah,” you turned coming face to face with a broad chest, and looked up into the greenest eyes you had ever seen. The stranger smirked at you as your eyes widened.

“Can I get two beers?” He held two fingers up to the bartender still looking at you.

“I’m Dean.” He slid into the now empty spot at the bar next to you 

“Y/N,” you smiled and offered your hand to him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” He smiled and winked at you as he collected the two beers the bartender had brought. He turned and headed towards the pool tables.

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Life is Strange Rant

So first of all, English is not my first language, so please excuse me, if there are any mistakes, but that is not gonna stop me from being angry today.

So at this moment I don’t know but I just see a lot of bitter people in the Lis tag and I honestly don’t know why, because this game ended months ago and people can’t stop fighting over stupid decisions.


At first I thought “Oh, what I nice post, because it’s about the song in the ending I choose, an ending that really got me and kinda destroyed me, because I just ruined one of my favorite ships in this whole game and killed a character I sympathized with over the last few months.”

The thing is, this isn’t about that, it’s just someone, who is salty about other people actually having a choice over their own decisions. Yeah judge me. 

So my choice made me, a bisexual woman, homophobic, just because I choose to prioritize a logical choice over one, that was just in my personal interest?

So before people call me fucking homophobic, misogynist, ableist or anything, because I tried to take the most logical choice, let me explain, why I choose it.

I’ll make it easy, so you all can understand :)

So we have Arcadia Bay

such a peaceful little town 

but wait

so here’s the tornado, who is going to destroy the :) whole :) town :)

So let’s just look who probably wouldn’t survive this, if we take your choice, or at least who will most likely die.

And actually everyone else , who was in the nightmare diner scene, should be on this list too. But yes, you can save some of them (like 3), but a lot of them will die. 

Moving on to who will survive the storm.

Jefferson will, why? because he is probably still in the dark room, maybe alive, but also maybe shot by david.

Obviously and gladly Chloe will, but the thing is, and also my interpretation is, why is is so smart, to sacrifice a whole town for her? She already died multiple times in this game. She is one of the reasons max got her power, but also she is one of the reasons, why there even is this tornado. Of course she did not deserve this death, being shot in a bathroom by someone like Nathan, but the questions is, why do all the other characters deserve to die then?

I will just stop there and move on with the other choice, sacrificing Chloe. 

Who will die?

Chloe, and even though it hurts like crap to see her getting shot while spanish sahara is played in the background, it just seems to me like the more logical choice to me. 

So but Jefferson is still alive… well alive and in jail. Nathan? Probably too (I rather hope it’s a mental health clinic tbh). And everyone else would be alive and everything else would happen, just the way it already did, maybe even better (if we include Max’s knowledge about Jefferson and the dark room, and also she could save kate this way, before she gets on that roof). 

So my theory is (I’ll give you a short version), that Chloe was meant to die and max only got her power, because of her, so Chloe could spent more time with her, before she dies. I  mean they were old friends, who didn’t see each other in a while, and now Max has the opportunity to spend time with her again and even fall in love with her. 

But over the time Chloe dies, like 5 times and in my opinion it’s destiny trying to make things right. 

At the end Chloe has to die, and at least Max had a week, she could spent with her, helping her and loving her. I don’t care if I ship Pricefield or not, it’s not a choice for me, to sacrifice INNOCENT people for a girl I like, who already died. 

And you want to tell me, that Chloe and Max would be happy? 

Chloe’s father is dead, her mother now probably too and she would know, that it is because Max saved her. Chloe would have no one but Max. Most of max’s friends would be dead, thanks to her. The town, their home would be destroyed. 

I’m not judging anyone if they choose to sacrifice the town, I honestly don’t care. BUT do not tell me, that I’m ignorant or even homophobic (like wtf) for making a decision, that made sense to me. Just because I sacrificed chloe, doesn’t mean, that I don’t ship pricefield, or that I am homophobic or misogynist or ableist or whatever. And don’t you even tell me, that I don’t know max, because of my choice.    

(This is btw NOT anti Pricefield or against people who saved Chloe, I will go down with this ship, but I’m just not okay with people being rude about choices and judging me, that’s not fair and not nice, so see this more as an explanation, why I choose to save the town :)!♥)

Although this particular blog is only a few months old, I have been RPin Malik on tumblr for one year this week!!

I’ve met some fabulous people in the last twelve months. Some have stayed and others have been left behind, but I am grateful for each and every one of them, for each and every experience, for they have all shown pieces of themselves that I will take with me wherever I go.  I count myself incredibly lucky to have met such a fantastic group of people. People that are artistic, independent, brave, inspirational, courageous, talented, caring, supportive and loving goofballs. 

I have learnt so much in such a short space of time and it’s all because of those I have chosen to surround myself with. Once again YGO has helped me survive and has introduced me to people I hope to still know in years to come. 

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Risk For Reward (Finn Balor) Vol. 13

Prompt: You are the new make-up artist for WWE. You have no prior knowledge of Finn or the work that goes into creating the demon. With a whole new world to discover is there room to be anything but professional? Your biggest test will be fighting your new demon(s) and showing that’s this job was made for you. Even if resisting Finn will be harder than you first thought.

Pairing: Finn Balor & Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warning: Just some fluff! :)

Those who wish to be tagged! @ambrosegirlforever, @valeonmars, @thebadchic, @nickysmum1909, @vsturgeon5489, @jade4062022, @ortonaholic, @seths-skinny-jeans, @lakama15, @southernbelle24, @wwefangirlllll, @spiderman2289, @nickie-amore, @blondekel77, @princess3733, @toosweetme

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged! I’d be more than happy to add you! :)

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Wendigo- Part 2

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,243 (7,474 words in total)

Warning: Typical Supernatural violence, angst (a lot), language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Please, if you want to be tagged for this series, let me know and I’ll add you! If you want to be tagged for my other fics, I’ll add you! I want to hear what you guys think about this. 

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