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Undeniable Heat Chapter 13: Back to Work

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1650 Words

Chapter Summary: Returning back to work, your worried that your relationship with Jensen will change things.

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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That Monday morning, you were surprised with how nervous you were to be going back to work. After a wonderful evening spent with Jensen, he had gone back to his apartment, promising he would see you bright and early at work tomorrow. But here it was, tomorrow, and you were worried that things would be different. That people would notice the two of you were acting different around each other. And you didn’t want that to happen, you didn’t want your work relationship strained at all.

You were currently sitting in your car, your head on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths and trying to talk yourself into getting out of the car. In and out, you reminded yourself. Just go and do your work. It will be fine. That’s what you kept telling yourself. But when someone slammed their hand on the top of your car, you jumped, a squeal escaping your lips.

“It’s just me silly.” Jeannie said, standing out there, her breath creating a cloud in the air around her. “What’s got you so spooked?”

You slid out of the car, grabbing your bag and looking the car behind you. “Just a little lackluster today.”

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Anti’s Cheer Up Idea

Septiplier-[Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters

Summary: Mark Dark Jack and Anti live together. The two originals come back hurt and it’s up to the alternates to cheer em up! [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC

]I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! I AM SHIT AT TITLES


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Fallout Library AU

Hancock looks up at the sky and prays for a tornado to sweep away him and everyone else in this shit little town. The smoke from his cigarette drifts up lazily, not stirred by the faintest breeze. There’s nothing to do. The library is on an intersection at the two main roads that turns into highways leading out of town, but cars meander past as slowly as his smoke.

“Hey, man.”

MacCready flops back to lean against the same brick wall as Hancock is propping up. He wordlessly offers the cigarette to the other man. Mac sniffs at the smoke to check that Hancock had rolled this one with some weed laced in it, as if Hancock ever rolls his cigarettes any other way. But then he sighs and slouches back against the brick.

“Can’t,” he says.

Hancock snorts. “Don’t tell me you have a job interview or something.”

Mac just shrugs, leaving his shoulders hunched up the way he does when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“I mean, I got a guy with clean piss if you need to—”

“I have a kid,” MacCready blurts out.

Hancock blinks at the cloudless sky and looks over at him. “What’d you buy a baby goat for?”

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To Love a Jester // Spencer Reid

Prompt: In which the reader quite literally is Harley Quinn, and Spencer attempts to get her to move on from the Joker.

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: This was interesting to write! I hope you enjoy it!

“What the hell?” Spencer muttered as he reached the door of his apartment. He could hear the television playing loudly on the other side, and his guard immediately went up. It was late. Late enough that he knew whoever was in his home wasn’t someone he should trust. He threw his door open, unsure of what to expect as he pulled his gun up into the air.

He released a deep sigh as he caught sight of you. You sat on his couch with your legs stretched out onto the coffee table, your comfort enough to convince anyone else that you owned the place. He watched the bright pink bubblegum pop in your mouth as you turned to him, your hands playing with the pink and blue dyed tips of your blonde hair.

“Hey puddin’. I was starting to wonder when you’d get home,” you greeted with a mischievous smile. Spencer shook his head at your nonchalance and shut the door behind him.

“How’d you get in?” Spencer asked as he set his things down on the single recliner. With the things that had happened to those in his line of work, he’d taken extra precaution to add more locks to both his door and windows. He raised an eyebrow at you as he waited for an answer, but you merely frowned at his lack of excitement.

“What? No ‘hey Harley’ or ‘how have you been sweet cheeks’?” you asked with a childish pout. Spencer couldn’t help the small grin that broke onto his face at your words.

“You know I don’t call you that. And I know how you’ve been. I’ve seen the reports from Gotham. I should be turning you in and instead you’re sitting here…watching cartoons?” he ended with a tilt of his head as he looked at the television. You shrugged, turning to look at the old cartoons you had stumbled upon.

“What? A cat and mouse are a classic. Leave Tom and Jerry alone,” you replied with a grin. You flipped backwards off of his couch with incredible ease, your flexibility yet another trait you were known for. You hopped up, sitting on the top of his furniture as Spencer merely rolled his eyes at your theatrics. “How have you been Dr. Reid? I’ve missed ya.”

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A Break in Routine Part 3

Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: I’m not too happy with this part, but it leads up to the next part well. And the next part, based off what I’ve outlined, is really awesome. In my opinion, of course.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped, the back of your head colliding against the wall with a painful thud. A small groan left your parted lips, your hand rubbing the area you’d just hit. You managed to send a weak smile towards the man who’d popped out of nowhere.

“Hi, Matt.” You acknowledged, blinking a few times to clear out your vision.

“What are you doing?” He repeated, staring at the small device you’d been bent over.

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Prank Wars: Tom Holland x WOC

This is a continuation of Ouija Board and Sweet Revenge. Tom and Reader engage in a series of Prank Wars. Who will win? Idk tbh. Reader is still in London with Tom btw. 


You were getting ready to go out to dinner with the Hollands. “Y/N everyone is waiting on you.” Tom said peeking in the bathroom. “Perfection takes time.” You answered checking yourself out in the mirror. He rolled his eyes, “Well you are already perfect. Let’s go.”

“A few more minutes.” You said, trying to flat iron the piece of hair that never want s to behave. He left the bathroom figuring it was a perfect time for his plan. He took out the remote control and placed the small automated spider on the ground. He maneuvered it in the bathroom. 

You were paying no attention as you primped your face. You looked out of the corner of your eye and saw something move. You looked down on the floor and saw a big ass spider. “TOM!” You screamed jumping on the counter. “TOM! IT’S A SPIDER COME AND KILL IT!” You screamed as you held your knees. He ran in the bathroom, “What?”

“Get the spider!” You said pointing to it. He looked on the ground and smiled, “You mean this Spider?” He picked it up and threw it in your hair. You jumped off the counter in panic and shook your hair. “Get it out!” 

He was dying of laughter watching you, “Babe, it isn’t real.” He picked the spider out of your hair and showed you the remote control. “You piece of shit!” You slapped his arm. You looked back in the mirror,”My hair! It took me 20 minutes.”

“You look fine, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and lead you out of the bathroom. You were brewing at dinner, Oh it’s on Spider-man.

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Just So You Know

Title: Just So You Know

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1,707

Theme Song:  Only You by Ellie Goulding

Request: Anonymous asked - Can you do one where Sam and Dean both like the reader, but the reader likes Cas. You can do the rest. Make it great!

A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for! <3

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“Alright, one cheeseburger medium well, chips on the side,” Dean said as he handed you your plate. The food smelled delicious and you had to admit that Dean made better burgers than anywhere you’d been with the boys in your travels.

“Mm, looks good. Thanks, Dean,” you smiled. He grinned back, pleased with your response and went to get his own plate. Sam took the opportunity to squeeze next to you on the couch, placing his dinner on the coffee table in front.

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The Boss

Bucky X Reader Coffee Shop AU

Requested by @jbb-98Bucky X Reader where she works say, a coffee shop and her boss just treats her so horribly where she can’t take it anymore and starts crying and it just so happens Bucky is there to save the day! They are already together too. And he has a little ‘talk’ with her manager? Fluff at the end?? I hope you like it! xxxx

Warnings: Some sexual harassment by the creepy boss (verbal). 

Word count: 1024

Originally posted by goodcoffeegoodgear

“Y/N! Did I say you could have a lunch break today? No. I didn’t think so. Why would you be eating when there are paying customers here who need feeding.” You stuff the other half of your sandwich back into your bag, focusing all your energy resisting the urge to roll your eyes at your boss, or worse tell him what you were really thinking. After all you have a right to eat during a 7 hour shift, he was more than capable of serving the one man who had entered in the last 10 minutes.

“Yes, Mr. Finch. I’ll get right on that.”

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Childhood friends AU (AkaFuri)

For Bree. I’m sorry this isn’t at all what you asked for pffff

It all started when Tetsuya stole his milk box.

Now, in most cases, Seijūrō was a gracious ruler, and in the times where he wasn’t, Kōki was quick to step in and calm him down. But when Kōki was home with ‘flu and Seijūrō still had to come in (instead of staying at his queen’s side where he truly belonged), he found that a lot made him angry.

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thank you to these lovely anons. just to let you now it’s not quite how it’s written. oh, and it’s a Victorian AU. I hope you like it :)

“Ah, Hooper.”

The sullen doctor looked up so fast it was a wonder he hadn’t damaged his neck – Holmes was standing there, large as life and smiling at him; granted it was a forced I-demand-something-from-your-fridges smile but it was a start. Doctor Hooper looked around foolishly, realising he was alone; oh, yes…he’d sent Anderson home several hours ago, after the incompetent assistant had dropped several supplies and ruined his studies. Hooper cleared his throat, drawing himself up to his fullest, albeit still very small, height.

“It’s after hours, Holmes. I’m leaving soon. You can show yourself out.”

Ever the gentleman, Holmes ignored him and stepped towards the bench he was working at; Hooper stood his ground, not once removing his gaze from the enigmatic detective. His eyes were blue today and they positively shone in the dim lighting the mortuary provided. He swallowed, wondering why it was Holmes was fixing him with such an intense gaze, his head tilting to the side. Hooper decided to frown.

“What do you want, Holmes?” He growled roughly. The detective before him furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side.

“Your wife recently returned from her trip to the country, if I’m not mistaken.”

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Until I Wake Up - crisscolfer drabble

Title: Until I Wake Up
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Length/Rating: ~1300 / PG
Summary: Darren can’t quite remember what he did for Halloween, but Chris can.


When Darren wakes up, his mouth tastes like dirty socks, his head feels like it’s clamped tight in a vice, and his entire body hurts.  Hungover then.  He blinks sawdust from his eyes and tries to sit up, only to end up groaning loudly as every vertebra in his back pops and cracks and realigns under protest.

He’s on his couch.  He’s mostly on his couch.  However he collapsed last night left him in an ungainly heap with at least one leg dangling down to the floor.  His eyes feel gritty and gummy, one slow blink away from getting stuck together again, and Darren rubs at them with the palms of his hands to try and clear them.

“Ah shitfuck,” he groans as sharper pains scratch at his eyes and his skin. He looks down at his hands. His palms are streaked in shades of pink, blue, and white makeup, with glitter smeared everywhere. “Wha–?”

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