maybe i exaggerated a little bit

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 7 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … *gross sobbing*

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here! l Read Part 4 here!l Read Part 5 here! l Read Deleted Scene here! l Read Part 6 here!

“Sam” your voice was barely above a whisper “I know. I know about-” but you didn’t have the chance to complete your sentence as you heard your phone ring, drowning all of your words.

You sighed, giving him a tight smile “I’ll go get that.” you said gently and he gave you a small nod. You stood in the doorway for a moment as you watched him carefully. He looked more tired, more worn out than you had ever seen him before in your life and it hurt you a lot more than you expected.

“Hello?” you asked, picking up without even glancing at the phone number.

“Hey, (Y/n).” your friend’s voice greeted you “Hope I didn’t wake you up?”

“No, Gen. Although my sleeping routine is a mess these days I still have been up for some time now.” you said, your feet carrying you to the kitchen before you could realize it.

“Well, that’s good then.” she breathed out a small sigh “Thomas, careful honey!” you heard her shout at her son and you giggled “Sorry, you know how he gets when he hears his favorite auntie is in the phone.”

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Touch | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/N: I feel like all my spent up ideas over the past 3 months are pouring out because writing two in one day is unheard of in my world. BUT I LOVE THIS. IDK I HOPE YOU DO TOO. 

Word Count: 1,917

I was frustrated.

Shawn was gone to visit his parents and I had to stay home from the visit, unfortunately. He had only been gone for maybe five hours but I missed him already, however, my body missed him more.

I sat down on the end of the bed and checked my phone. I had asked when Shawn would be home hoping I could hold off. But when he said he wasn’t sure when he’d be back I told him to hurry home, hoping he’d understand what I wanted. But Shawn still hadn’t checked his messages yet.

I knew he needed time with his family, but I also needed time with him.

Sitting on the end of the bed I was unsure of what do. Or well I wasn’t unsure, I was very acquainted with what I could do, but I wasn’t sure if I should.

Does it matter? I finally asked myself. No.

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Seven Hours in Heaven - Part 1/2

Gwen Wessex gets locked in a closet with her arch-nemesis, Ivar Lothbrok.


Warnings: Smut, Modern AU, Fluff, Ivar is a recovering asshole with a potty mouth, talk of trauma involving accidents and death

Rating: Explicit (18+)

This started off as a little plot bunny that was supposed to be a nice, smutty oneshot to dip my toe in the pool, so to speak. It evolved into an 11,000 word monstrosity of fluff and fluffy smut.

All the thanks to @anniemar, who says all the lovely things and convinces me that I don’t need to go live in the mountains as a hermit in shame.

The Punk!Ivar edit was done by the amazing @princess-sweatpants.

P.S. If anyone would like to make a better graphic (It really wouldn’t be hard), I would be ecstatic!

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inactive-deleted  asked:

i was v turned on by maggie interrogating and i high key feel like alex would be to (aka we always need more smut written by you)

Alex watches.

Watches still with disbelief that this is her girlfriend.

That her girlfriend is interacting with her best friend.

That her best friend is clapping his hand on her shoulder because she’s fighting for him – she was fighting for him from the beginning – and he has no idea how hard.

Alex does.

Alex knows that her ass of a partner’s been racking up the number of lives he shatters and calling it fun in the precinct pool – the one competition that Maggie always turns down.

So she watches as Maggie makes that adorable little oh my god you weren’t exaggerating he really is as extra as Kara I love him so much what the hell how is he real face in response to Winn’s boom; watches as she teases Winn and maybe makes him a bit terrified: a good big sister’s job, as Alex comforted him lovingly last game night.

Watches as the woman she’s falling in love with – is already in love with – what’s this supposed to feel like, anyway? – whatever it is, it’s perfect – entwines deeper and deeper into her life.

“Think I scared him?”

Alex slings her arm around Maggie’s shoulder and relishes the way Maggie automatically leans into her, relishes the way she reaches up and puts her own hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“Almost as good as I do.”

Relishes Maggie’s adorable giggle, her perfect smile that Alex feels, hears, rather than sees.

“Take me home,” she tells her, and she relishes the way Maggie swoons at the intimacy of the statement, the way that – for the first time – it feels right, it feels natural, it feels perfect.

“Mmm, Danvers, my place or – “

“Nice work today, Sawyer. Good to see you arresting the bastards instead of protecting them for once, huh?”

And suddenly the perfection is gone, because Maggie’s body is stiff and her stance straightens and her perfect smile vanishes.

She nods stiffly at her partner, and Alex could kill him, and Maggie knows it, because Maggie feels the rage coursing through Alex’s blood. And that rage? That rage is what keeps her calm, keeps her voice level, keeps her suddenly slightly trembling arm around Alex’s shoulder bravely, as she counters smoothly, “Well, not all of us need to beef up our records with profiled cases, partner.”

“You accusing me of something, Sawyer?” His thin lips curl and Alex nearly reaches for the laser gun in her waistband and Maggie nearly lets her.

“Cool it, man, I’m just trying to go home for the night.”

His eyes drag up and down Alex’s body and he smirks.

“Bet you are, Sawyer.”

Maggie is out from under Alex’s arm faster than even her DEO agent girlfriend can react, and she is mere inches from her partner’s body and despite having nearly half a foot on her, he backs up. He’s seen her in action too many times not to.

“You look at her like that again and I swear to god you won’t have eyes left to look with, we clear?”

“No need to get all – “

“We clear?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Clear.”

“Apologize to the lady.”

“Maggie, it doesn’t – “

“Yes, it matters. You matter, Alex. Donnelly. Now.”

“Apologies, Agent Danvers. You have a lovely night now.”

He retreats through the hall quicker than Maggie’s ever seen him move when not chasing down an innocent suspect, and she sighs with her eyes closed and relishes the way Alex’s arms wrap around her waist, the way her lips nudge aside her hair and find the nape of her neck.

“You didn’t have to do all that for me, Maggie. I don’t want to make work harder for you.”

He makes work harder for me, Alex, not you. You never deserve to be disrespected like that, you – what?”

She’s turned her face to look at Alex, and Alex’s eyes are fire and fierce, fierce desire.

“What?” Maggie asks again, a slow grin starting to form, because she knows Alex, and she also knows what excited Alex Danvers looks like.

“Take me home,” Alex repeats, and Maggie gulps and grins and giggles and practically yanks her out of the precinct.

They’re barely even in the door before Alex finds herself slammed against a wall, Maggie’s lips crashing up into hers, Maggie’s tongue slipping into her mouth and making her melt, making her moan, making her reach down to undo Maggie’s belt.

“Uh uh, Danvers. You gotta earn it,” Maggie chastises with a kiss to her nose and a grin so sexy Alex’s knees threaten to buckle.

“I didn’t earn it, Maggie? I busted a crime ring for you, I – “

“Yeah, you did, and while we can… discuss… how attractive I find that later, while you were spending your twenty three hours and fifteen minutes beating the shit out of bad guys, I spent my twenty three hours and fifteen minutes jumping through administrative hurdles and holding off my terror of a partner from hauling Winn’s ass back into the precinct and getting my ass investigated for assisting a criminal enterprise.”

“Well, see now,” Alex gasps as Maggie nips at her neck and runs her hands through her hair. “That’s the kind of day that deserves a reward. And that’s all I wanna do, babe. Reward you. For protecting my friend, for protecting his girlfriend and her brother, for putting yourself on the line for someone I love, for your principles. For putting yourself on the line for me. For looking so damn sexy in that blazer – “

“Oh, you liked that blazer, did you?” Maggie asks between open-mouthed kisses, letting Alex back her over to the couch, nodding when Alex asks with her eyes if she can lay her down and, practically whining with desperation when Alex asks if she can nudge her legs open with her thigh, if she can hold her hands down above her head, and grind down with her thigh. Hard.

Maggie gasps and tries not to let it become a scream, and Alex smirks.

“I did. So much authority in that interrogation room, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie chuckles breathily and glances at the way Alex’s hands are holding her wrists down.

“Not so much here though, huh?”

“You can change that if you’re in the mood to,” Alex invites, and Maggie moves.

Moves faster than Alex has yet seen her move in bed, until Alex is pinned beneath her, panting and whimpering and spreading her legs and sighing in relief when Maggie presses her thigh between them.

“So am I any closer to earning it?” Alex wants to know, and the frustration of Maggie’s day, the tension in her muscles, all ripples across her face, throughout her body, as she practically growls down at her beautiful, perfect, preening girlfriend.

“Keep being a good girl for me and we’ll see.”

Alex shrieks and Maggie grins and kisses her forehead. “All good?” she makes sure, and Alex rolls her hips up into Maggie’s thigh in response.

“Please,” she pants.

“Please what, Danvers?”

“Take me.”

Maggie tosses her head back and groans from deep in her throat. “Yeah, Ally? You want me to take you?”

“Well you already took me home, so…”

Maggie’s heart leaps and Alex’s eyes soften from the lust because they’re not in Alex’s home. They’re in Maggie’s.


Their home.

In the same moment, Alex leans up and Maggie leans down and their lips crash together because home, home, home, and Maggie makes good on Alex’s plea to take her.

Takes her with her jeans still on and her hair a tousled mess, takes her with her thigh between Alex’s legs and her wrists held carefully above her head. Takes her with Alex’s desperate pleas for more and Maggie’s body shifting so she can unzip Alex’s jeans, so she can slip her hand beneath her underwear, so she can check in one, two, three more times before Alex begs her to just fuck her, please, please, please, and Maggie does, she does, and Alex grabs at her ass and prays for more and Maggie obliges, bracing herself with one hand next to Alex’s waist so she can get a better angle, so she can fuck her deeper, fuck her harder, palm her clit firmer, and she reminds her what a good girl she is, and she reminds her how tight she is, how amazing it feels to stretch her out, how incredible it feels to take her, her, her, hers.

“All yours,” Alex breathes right before she slams over the edge, and Maggie watches her face because her face is beautiful and her face is rapture and her face is lust and her face is something that Maggie dares to hope is love.

And it is, it is, it is.

4x01 Recap - Echoes (The 100)

Alright folks, it’s time. My show has returned, and I am throwing myself back on this ride with wild abandon.

I’m adopting my Discussapalooza style from here on out. Which is to say that this recap is going to be very long. If there are any sections that you’d like me to pull out and post seperately, let me know. Otherwise, you have been warned - I like to go in depth.

We ready? LET’S GO.

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Pourquoi le ciné et la télé doivent arrêter de faire coucher des lesbiennes avec des mecs
Comme récemment dans la série Dix pour cent, il arrive régulièrement que des personnages introduits comme gays ou lesbiens couchent finalement avec une personne du sexe opposé... au plus grand regr...
By Marie Kirschen

Remember that French TV show (Dix pour cent) I told you about, that made their lesbian main character sleep with a man? Now that character is pregnant with him of course, but the creator of the show Fanny Herrero (a straight woman) has a very good reason, don’t worry!

“Andréa is gay but she’s liberated enough to, on a one-night-stand, have sex with a man and not have a problem with it, because her sexuality is mature and fulfilling enough that she doesn’t ask herself questions. From the beginning, I knew that this character would have a very rich, complex and liberated libido, and for me that goes beyond sleeping with women. I think Andréa is more modern than that.”

Did you hear, ladies? A modern woman with a rich, complex, fulfilling sex life = a woman who wants to have sex with a man! How progressive!

Anyway, for once a Buzzfeed article about lesbians isn’t completely awful, so @sespursongles and I translated it in English :

Why movies and TV have to stop making lesbians sleep with guys

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My Beloved Boys - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader)

WARNING: Major Character Death, Mentions of Suicide, Affairs, Mild Sexual Content, War, Abuse, Sexism, Misogyny, War, Depression.

A/N: OKay HeRe It iS! !! It soooooo long I am so sorry, it took me a really long time making this and I am so glad that I finished it. Also, this is kind of like a Les Misérables crossover so there will be more tears than usual. (S/O) is still you btw. If the warnings above triggers you please don’t read.

Thomas looked at the crowd, he blinked his tired eyes at the celebration of the people as they waved their flag in vigor. Time do really go by fast, doesn’t it? The people sang their hearts out as they threw their arms in the air, overjoyed at their new found freedom. The monarchy was no more, Thomas closed his eyes a wave of emotion and memories flooded back in his mind that he had repressed for so long, it was overwhelming.

It all started one afternoon.

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Portraits [remus lupin x reader]

Requested by anon:  Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Remus x reader fic where the reader is like sooper artistic and (since I don’t really understand how the moving painting thing works LOL) could you write how she bewitches her paintings to move and Remus is just awestruck because she is so darn talented? I hope that’s not too much but you’re so good at writing I thought you’d like this idea!Thank you! (also maybe she does a painting of Remus, without him knowing) -extra if you like but you don’t have to.

A/n: Thank you so much! That’s a really cute idea - Hope you like it! 

  • Warnings: none
  • Word count: 850

After a long, exhausting day of school, you just wanted to be alone to free you mind again. You had to take two exams earlier, the teachers at Hogwarts didn’t take it easy on you, at the moment. All the late night learning sessions got you drained. 

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Leave The News To Me (Part 2)

The news was already blasting through your phone. Simon had been pictured leaving your place. Excellent. The rumours of you two getting back together had already begun and you were concerned as to how he’d take everything. Especially since now, he was getting all of the twitter mentions about it too.
In all honesty, a part of you was worried that this would affect him.
As you headed to your offices for a meeting of the day, you were blasted by paparazzi in front of you.
“(Y/n), (y/n) is it true that you’re back with Simon?” They question in chorus.
“What is going on with the two of you?”
However, as usual, they eventually settle down and you can genuinely answer their questions.
“Explain to us what’s happening with Simon” One of them asks, all of them holding microphones to you.
“He came round just to have a chat, I’m still friends with the other guys so we’re still in the same circles. Nothing more” You comment.
“And how do you feel about him now?”
“Simon will always be a part of my life. And I still have complete respect for everything him and the guys are doing. They’re amazing people” You smile politely.
“So there’s no hard feelings about how you two left things?”
“Of course not,” You lie, “These things just happen in relationships”
You nod and are soon led inside by one of the security members of the offices. It was for Simon’s safety that you lied. The reason why you cared? It annoyed you. After the way he treated you, his protection should be the last thing on your mind. And yet, you still told yourself that you should help him. You still respected him for sure and the more and more you thought about it, the more you realised that there would forever be a part of you that loved him too. Always.
“Simon get off me” You chuckle as he lifts you up in the lounge and tickles your sides.
“Babe I’m not letting you go until you admit how fucking incredible this is!” He laughs, holding your sides securely.
“I know it is” You squeal and he sets you down.
“You’re number 1 in the charts (y/n). Number one!” He exclaims, “That’s insane”
You smile at him and still feel a blush on your cheeks. You always did because he complimented you so much and you could never get used to it.
“So are you gonna forget all about me now you’re a big singer?” He asks, slinging his arms loosely around your waist.
“Hmm I’ll think about it. I mean I have a lot more options now you know?” You joke, hooking your arms around his neck.
“I’m honestly so proud of you babygirl” He mumbles, “but if you fucking leave me to become a WAG or some shit…” he jokingly begins.
“Hmmm can’t see it happening” You grin, pushing up onto the tips of your toes, “I love you. Always”
“Ughhh you two are so sickeningly sweet” JJ scoffs as he jogs downstairs.
Simon rolls his eyes and presses his lips longingly to yours. And in that moment, you couldn’t imagine anyone better to celebrate your success with. Not a famous singer or a footballer or an A-list celebrity could match what you had right here. Simon Minter. The guy that got far too passionate about a game of FIFA and yelled at the ref when there would never be a response. Simon Minter. Always…
~~~Real Time~~~
“(Y/n)” Your assistant calls, snapping you from your daze, “Is everything okay?”
“Ummm” You start, “I actually realised there’s something really important I have to do. Can I take a raincheck?”
“Sure” She nods, “I’ll let you know”
“Thank you so much” You smile, grabbing your jacket and heading outside to where a car was already waiting for you, “Can you take me-” You stop before the address of the new house Simon lived in fell from your lips.
Within minutes, you’ve arrived and you suddenly feel increasingly nervous. Though, even more adrenaline seemed to be pumping through your veins. You had to release what you had been thinking.
“Hey (y/n), what are-” Josh begins as he opens the door, “Are you here to see Simon?”
“Is he in?” You ask hopefully.
“Yeah he’s upstairs but are you sure about this?”
“I just need to talk to him” You respond.
“(Y/n)” Josh sighs, “Are you sure you’re thinking straight? Simon’s one of my best friends but he really hurt you”
“Josh please” You reply, “I know what I’m doing”
Josh nods and steps aside to let you up the spiral stairs to where Simon’s room was.
You knock on the door and he yells, ‘Come in’.
“What the fuck are you knocking for?” Simon laughs, turning round and clearly expecting to see one of the guys, “(y/n). Shit sorry, I thought it was Jide or something” He chuckles awkwardly, “What are you doing here?”
“I hate you” You state simply.
“Look (y/n), I get it now okay. I know I hurt you” He sighs.
“Because ever since you came round the other day I’ve felt instantly different. You had to be cute didn’t you? You had to be all sweet and remind me of how good we were together and tell me you loved me” You sigh, pacing the floor, “You couldn’t have just carried on being a dick. Because that’s what you were when we broke up. You had to turn around and be… Simon”
Simon simply sits there with a delicate smile spread on his lips.
“What are you smiling at?” You question, stopping to look at him.
“Just reminded me of that time you got reallyy passionate about that Nandos order” He chuckles.
“That could’ve killed me!” You exclaim, “I specifically asked for no nuts!”
He laughs and when you see him, you cant help but laugh too.
“Okay maybe I exaggerated a bit” You chuckle, “See this is my problem. You can say the smallest thing and it makes me forget about what you did”
“What I did was the worst mistake of my life. What I did 6 months ago. And yes I’ve counted the days because I hoped that each day would make me feel a little bit better. And then I saw a photo of you smiling or on stage and it hit me right back to being that absolute dick that was ‘afraid of commitment’.“ Simon explains.
“I don’t want this to get repetitive Simon. Coming to each others houses just to complain about how we feel” You shake your head.
“So what do you suggest?” He asks, clearly expecting to hear you say this is the last you’d see of each other.
“Do you remember when we went to the first book tour that I was with you for?” You ask him, “I stood behind the camera helping everyone through and someone asked you whether you loved me. And you looked at me and smiled and said ‘I can’t imagine loving anyone else’.”
“That hasn’t changed (y/n). I still feel exactly the same. And if you let me, I’ll spend every day of my life proving that even considering splitting up with you is the worst thing I could’ve ever done" His voice cracks once again and he stands up from his chair to look in your eyes and see the same reaction.
“You’re a prick.” You chuckle, “You know I never cry”
“You and me both” He smiles and wraps his arms around you.
Simon pulls away slightly and looks down at you, cupping your cheek in his hand before softly pressing his lips to yours.
“I know this will take time” He mumbles, “But there’s nothing past, present or future I’ll ever put in front of you (y/n)”
“Definitely looks like you just wanted to talk” Josh calls as he walks past.
“Shut up Josh” Simon rolls his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.
“Wait, what?!” Jide exclaims, “Simon’s got his babygirl back?”
“Looks like you’re being replaced Jide” Vik laughs as he walks upstairs before being chased by JJ.
You were happy to be home.

Ladynoir July Day 25 - Sober

I finished this one before day 26 so I’m going to post it. I have been having a hard time writing lately, so I am not sure when the rest of the one’s I am missing will be posted. But they will be posted eventually!

“Are you drunk?” Ladybug asked incredulously.

“No!” Chat said leaning casually against the wall. He missed the wall and barely managed to catch himself before he fell. “Okay, maybe a little bit,” he admitted, blushing.

Ladybug laughed. “You dork. You can’t patrol like this.”

“I totally can, what are you talking about?” He scrunched up his face in an exaggerated glare. “I think you can’t patrol like that.”

“Like what?” she asked, grinning. Drunk Chat was adorable. “Sober?”

“Yes.” He laughed before wrapping his arms around her in a sloppy embrace. He was leaning almost his full weight on her. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” he whispered loudly in her ear.

She blushed and her heart sped up. “No, you haven’t.”

He tightened his arms around her. “Well, I love you.”

“I -” She hesitated. She knew he wasn’t that drunk. He had lowered inhibitions and he was just being dramatic. “I like you a lot too.”

He leaned back and looked at her, frowning. After a moment he sighed and sat down. “It’s okay. I’m okay with that.” He held out his arms. “Hug me!”

She giggled, slightly confused by his reaction but always ready for hugs.

Baby Fever - Imagine request

Request:  Well, I really would like a mix between Kids and Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Cas (mentioned), Crowley (mentioned), Rowena (mentioned), John and Mary Winchester (mentioned).

Warnings: Pretty angsty, tbh. Plus, the Winchester’s traumas.

Word count: 2,367

A/N: I wasn’t sure what aspects of each fic I should mix, so I just went with, obviously, mind reading powers and Dean talking about babies because, as I said before, it makes me go weak on the knees. Enjoy!

Stupid witches, throwing spells like crazy and not even caring what kind of curse they’re throwing.

Sam, Dean and (Y/N) had gone hunting for a witch who, before being killed by Sam, threw a bunch of curses to the hunters. Cas had told them that the curses would last a couple of days, her magic was too powerful to vanish easily after her death so they had to hold on.

None of them was sure what kind of spell was thrown their way, however, Dean was starting to guess the one he got: Mind reading.

“Any clues, fellas?” Dean asked, handing a beer to his brother and his wife.

Yes, wife. Dean was married to a strong, stubborn hunter that he had met many years ago in a bar back in Texas. He fell immediately in love with her and so did she (although it took them a hell lot of a time to admit it) and eventually got married in Vegas after solving a case there.

“Nope.” His wife spoke. “Think, (Y/N)! There must be something off about… oh my God, that baby is so cute, why do they always pick cute babies for internet ads? They make me want to… okay, focus.” The huntress frowned and opened a new computer tab.

Definitely mind reading.

“What about you?” Dean asked his brother.

“I don’t know… I don’t feel anything weird except for a strange itch in my… There it is, again.” Sam cringed before basically running to the bathroom.

“Do you feel anything?” (Y/N) asked as Dean took his brother’s place in front of her.

“No.” He lied, taking a swig from his beer.

Why does he always look sexual when he drinks?” She thought, “I wonder if he did that same thing as a baby… Baby, I want a baby… Although, I already have one, right? Baby the Impala… She’s Dean’s baby so that makes her my baby and…”

“Babe, are you okay?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. The girl had spaced out.

“Yes, yes… I’m just trying to figure out my curse… That’s all.” She faked a smile.

Baby fever, crap.

“Guys!” Sam called, “I think I found mine.” Dean and (Y/N) quickly stood up from their seats and walked closer to the bathroom door.

Sam opened it closely as he came out. His skin was completely red, and he looked a bit bloated. Dean and (Y/N) gasped at the image.

“Skin rash.” He stated.

“Clever bitch…” Dean muttered, “Witch…”

“Is it itchy?” (Y/N) asked.

“Very.” Sam replied. His fingers were tense; he was clearly trying to fight the urge to scratch.

“Okay, it will last a couple of days but I guess Dean and I can go to the drugstore and get you one of those creams to ease the…”

“YES.” Sam begged.


The drugstore was huge and it was full of people. Dean and you couldn’t find the cream in any of the aisles so you decided to ask the clerk.

A huge, ex-convict looking man attended you. Dean held your hand protectively as he started to speak.

“Hi, uh… We’re here for that cream that eases itch…” Dean said awkwardly, “It’s for my brother.” The man grumbled and turned around. He took a tube of cream from the cabinet behind him.

“Here.” The man said with a deep voice. “Yeah right, his brother needs it. I bet it’s for him.

“Yeah uh… We’re going to need more…” The man breathed out a heavy sigh and turned around again to grab another tube.

“Here.” He repeated. Dean gave him a sheepish smile. “Ken doll likes to exaggerate, great. One tube lasts a whole week of treatment.

“Maybe a bit more,” Dean mumbled, “he is like six feet tall and has the rash all over his body and…” The man rolled his eyes angrily. “A little help here, sweetheart.” Dean whispered at (Y/N) but she wasn’t paying attention.

Dean turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were focused on two kids who were chasing each other between the aisles.

Look at them, they’re so cute… I wonder if my kids with Dean would be this cute… Or even so, I wonder if Dean would consider having kids with me.” The curse only worked if Dean was looking at the person.

“Babe?” Dean called and (Y/N) immediately looked back at him.

“Yeah, yeah…” She nodded and got closer to the counter. “Look, my brother in law in allergic to certain plants and we went hunting yesterday and he fell and rolled over a bunch of those plants and he’s in a lot of pain.” She explained. Dean loved that she was that good at lying, she always saved their asses.

“Uh, I see.” The clerk replied. He turned around and took a big container. “This one works for those cases… It’s the same as ten cream tubes but it costs half of that.” The clerk explained.

“We’ll take that, then.” She smiled. Dean couldn’t help but to feel a little angry. Every man on Earth was nice to her, and Dean knew exactly why.

Dean paid and then they drove to the closest gas station. Dean wanted to fill Baby’s tank before they went back home that night.

(Y/N) stayed in the car as Dean filled his car. There was another car at the gas station, parallel to them. The man was filling the tank as his wife re-applied her lipstick; there were two kids on the backseat singing some Barney song.

That song again, I’m sick of it.” The man thought, making Dean cringe. “But they like it so much, how could I ask them to stop?

Look at the girl on the other car; she’s so young and beautiful…” The woman thought, finishing her lipstick and looking at (Y/N). “She doesn’t have kids and the man with her is so cute… I remember when Bob and I were like that.” Dean’s heart ached at the woman’s longing. “Now I’m old and I don’t have the same body I used to… But aren’t they worth it?” The woman turned to look back at her kids, a small smile forming on her lips as the kids repeated the song. “Yes, they’re worth it.

Dean shook his head and focused back on his car. (Y/N)’s thoughts at the drugstore, about wanting to have kids, had done something to his brain. Of course he wanted to have kids; it was part of his dream life… But growing up in the life wasn’t ideal, and he knew it better than anyone.

His eyes roamed to his girlfriend, she was looking at the kids through the mirror.

So pretty, so full of life… Those two must be so happy with their kids…” Dean looked back down at the car.

Half of him was happy that his girlfriend wanted kids, but the other side wasn’t. Sam and Dean had grown with a hunter father, and their lives were crappy as hell; not to mention the fact that they could never have a normal life with friends and a stable house and all of that. Yes, they had the bunker, but Dean was pretty sure that it was no place to grow kids.

Why are you even worried? Her thoughts are created from the witch’s curse. Wait a few days and she’ll forget about them.

Dean sighed as he finished filling Baby’s tank and he drove back to the motel.


Sam was only wearing his underwear. He was sliding an ice over his swollen skin, that being the only way to stop him from scratching. (Y/N) handed him the cream and Sam ran back to the bathroom to apply the cream.

(Y/N) and Dean cuddled on their bed as they waited for Sam.

Should I ask him? No! Of course not! What if he pushes you away? We’re married but… DIVORCE EXISTS. No, just keep it to yourself and wait for the best. Maybe he’ll be ready one day, then he’ll ask and you won’t have to scare him. Yeah, I’ll wait.” (Y/N)’s thoughts were fast and so full of desire, Dean had to look away in order to stop listening to them.

Just a curse, that’s all.

Sam went out of the bathroom covered from head to toe with the cream. He put towels on his bed and lied down, immediately falling asleep. (Y/N) fell asleep as well, and then Dean followed them.

The next morning, (Y/N) was the first to wake up. She knew her lady days were due to start that morning; therefore she ran to the bathroom before the Winchesters could wake up. She wasn’t expecting what she saw.

Not only was her hair green, but also her eyebrows, eyelashes and every other hair on her body. Even the ones that weren’t supposed to be visible were green. Worse thing is, it wasn’t a pretty green but the most hideous one she had ever seen.

She screamed at her own reflection, waking the brothers up.

Sam and Dean bursted through the bathroom door with their guns in hand. Sam still had a bit of cream unabsorbed and Dean seemed to be still asleep.

“What’s wro… Oh, crap.” Dean lowered his gun. “You’re green.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” (Y/N) shouted.

“But why are you all green?” Sam asked, tilting his head.

“Newsflash, Sammy, girls have body hair too!” Dean chuckled at her response.

“Oh, I uh… Sorry I… I’m going back to bed.” The younger Winchester said, taking his cream and getting out of the bathroom. Dean was trying not to laugh.

“This isn’t funny, Dean.” She argued.

“I know but… You look like a green version of the cookie monster.” Dean giggled.

“I’m not that hairy!” (Y/N) shouted. Dean shook his head and wrapped his hands around his girlfriend.

“Of course you’re not, I’m just joking.” He stroked her hair in a soothing way until the realization sunk down on him.

“Wait… Green hair… That’s your curse?” Dean inquired.

“Duh.” She replied.

“I thought… Crap.” His whole body shivered. The baby fever wasn’t a curse, it was an actual thing.

“What?” (Y/N) pushed him back in order to look at him directly in the eyes.

“Nothing I just…” Dean couldn’t find an excuse; he wasn’t as good as lying as his wife.

“Dean, tell me the truth now.” She commanded. Dean sighed and looked down.

“I thought the witch had cursed you with a baby fever or something like that.” Dean confessed.

“Why would you think that?” (Y/N) asked in confusion. Dean looked back up.

“She cursed me with mind reading.” (Y/N) turned pale under the green, she swallowed loudly.

“Dean I…” She didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to pressure you or anything, it’s just… I’m a woman; it’s in my nature and…” Tears started streaming down her face. Dean shook his head, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

“I know, and it’s fine.” He whispered, “I won’t leave you, I won’t divorce you… I just…”

“I know, it’s a stupid idea and I promise it will pass.” (Y/N) completed.

“It’s not that stupid… If we lived another life then I’d… We’d already have kids, but growing up in this life… It sucks.” Dean explained, his eyes were also getting watery.

“I know, I know.” She dried her tears and cleared her throat. “I get it, it’s fine… Just ignore my thoughts, they’ll eventually change. I promise.” She tried to smile, but Dean knew he had just broken his wife’s heart.

“Babe, I…” She hushed him by pressing a finger on his lips.

“I know, it’s fine.” She kicked Dean out of the bathroom, claiming that she wanted to take a shower.

Sam was sitting at the edge of his towel-covered bed. He had a disappointed look on his face.

“Don’t do that, Sam.” Dean begged, “You know it’s for the better.”

“Is it?” Sam muttered.

“Yes! Sam! You and I grew up in this life, you know how crappy it is! I won’t do that to my kids.” Dean whined.

“Our life was awful, yes. But only because dad sucks, and we didn’t have mom…” Sam insisted.

“That doesn’t change the fact that my kids would learn how to shoot a gun before they know how to spell their names.” Dean continued.

“Not because dad did that, you’re going to do the same, Dean.” Sam trembled, “You are better than him – than dad. And (Y/N)… I’m sure she won’t burn in the ceiling like mom… You two can raise kids differently than dad did… And you have me; I can help you too and…”

“Stop, Sam.” Dean begged, a tear spilling from his face.

“I’m just saying, our life doesn’t have to be your kid’s lives too.”  Sam stated.

“Would you… Would you have kids? I mean if you were me?” Dean whispered, looking down.

“Yes.” Sam answered. Dean looked back up to his brother. “We are stable now. The bunker is big and safe enough to have children there… There’s a small school nearby where they can go… We also have Cas and… I don’t know, man. Things are different now from how they were when we were kids.” Dean nodded and sat beside his brother.

“Do you really think I will be a good father?” The older hunter asked and Sam chuckled.

“No doubt of it… You did a pretty good job with me.” Dean smiled a little.

“Yeah… I’m good with kids and (Y/N)… She will be a great mom and they will have you and Cas to take care of them too and…” Dean had started to smile bigger and bigger with each word.

“It’s going to be great.” Sam finished.


Thankfully, Dean decided to have kids. Turns out, (Y/N) was already pregnant; her hormones were the ones to cause the baby fever.

Their kids grew happily in the bunker, their life turned out better than the Winchesters. They had a lovely mom and dad, two caring uncles from which one was an angel; the king of hell and his witch mother would spoil rotten them whenever they were around… It was the greatest life a kid with hunter parents could ask for.

The Med-Jack

Request: Hi, I love your work you make my day! Can you do a newtxreader where something happens making the reader think the newt likes fierce and badass girls so she trains her herself to be like them secretly but gets hurt. But newt fell in love with the reader’s kindness and innocence in the first place because she was a mad jack in the glade taking care of everyone. Fluff in the end please

Request: Hi I love your blog, can you do a newtxreader imagine where something happens making the reader think newt likes the type of girls who are tough and fierce like the ones in group b, so she secretly trains to be like the them gets hurt in the process, newt notices her injuries and explains to the reader that he fell in love with the gentle, kind, and loving medjack he met in the glade. Lots of fluff in the end please

Let’s say the Gladers stayed with the right arm for more than a day, a week perhaps. Let me know if you like this imagine!

You shot daggers with your eyes, glaring at Sonya talking- well more like bragging to Newt about how tough she was. You could hear her annoying voice saying how she ‘single-handedly took on a Griever and stabbed it until it died’.

You huffed, and to your dismay you heard Newt say, “That was incredibly brave, I know I don’t have the bloody guts for It.” as he smiled at her.

Sonya flipped her stupid blond hair. “It was nothing.”

She gave Newt a flirty look, causing you to become even redder.

You stood up, gaining a curious glance from Minho. “Aren’t you going to have dinner?” he asked.

“I’m not hungry.” You declared, walking to the tents.

It had been about a day since you and the Gladers had found the Right Arm, thanks to Thomas. Everyone else had pretty much already settled in except you. You missed the Glade.

And Alby.

And Chuck.

And Winston.

And all the other people who had died for you to get this far.

The Glade seemed like a distant memory now, although you knew it hadn’t even been a week since you last saw the place. You and the Gladers had managed to escape from the maze, only to encounter the horror which waited outside.

The new people didn’t help either, especially the girls from Group B. They were all so strong and tough, ready to take on anything. And what was worse is Newt seemed to like them, and their bad-ass personalities. You had a huge crush on Newt, but you were always unsure of his feelings towards you. You two were friends, he was the person you were the closest to in the Glade. He would always be around you, making sure you were okay, asking you if you needed anything. He wasn’t around as much since he started talking to Sonya. You held back tears.

“Y/N?” You heard someone say. You turned around to see Harriet standing by the flap. She smiled. “You’re in the wrong tent.”

You looked around and noticed that she was right; this indeed was not your tent. You were too caught up in your emotions to notice.

“Sorry.” You apologized heading out. Your eyes suddenly caught hold of the rifle that was slung over Harriet’s shoulder.

“Hey, I was wondering how you fire that.” You said, an idea forming in your brain. It, unfortunately, did not involve shooting Sonya in the head even though you wouldn’t have minded.

“This old thing?” said Harriet, patting it.

You nodded.

Harriet flung it into her hands and did a quick demonstration on how to reload and fire.

“I could teach you how to shoot if you like.” She offered.

Well that was easy. You thought. “Sure.” You played with the ends of your hair. “Let’s just keep it secret if you don’t mind.”


You spent the next few days training with Harriet. At first it was shooting and then you began to learn hand-to-hand combat moves as well. Harriet was good at it, and she showed you the best techniques.

“When fighting with an enemy, always aim for the head.” She taught. “And when someone tries to punch your stomach, and you have no way to defend yourself, exhale. Let all the air out before the hit comes. It hurts a lot less.”

You nodded, taking every piece of advice and embedding it in your mind. She was a good teacher, because by the fifth day you had improved remarkably. You weren’t as clumsy and flimsy like you were before, even though you weren’t totally out of that state.

You couldn’t wait to show Newt how bad-ass you had become. Maybe he would forget about Sonya and come back to you. You knew it sounded childish, but you were jealous. There would be nothing to be jealous about if you had Newt.

“Aim for an opening.” Harriet said. It was six in the morning, and you were practicing your moves with her. You preffered this time because most of the camp was asleep, so there was no one to question where you were.

You swung at her and she deflected your blow. “Faster.” She ordered.

You aimed for her jaw, but she side stepped causing you to stumble.

You were suddenly very annoyed. Come on. You told yourself. Just one hit.

You channelled all your anger towards your fists and you aimed at Harriet’s side.

Harriet gasped, tripping backwards, as your fist landed on the target. But as she plummeted she took you down with her. What either of you had failed to notice was the sharp rock lying on the ground just next to Harriet’s feet.

You let out a wounded cry as pain exploded on your left shoulder, the stone tearing through your skin and into your flesh as you fell on it. You screamed in agony, your vision becoming blurry.

Then, you blacked out.


You slowing willed your eyelids to open. Familiar voices surrounded you, but they seemed distant even though they were close. You caught a few words; ‘training’, ‘fighting’, ‘fell’, ‘blood’, ‘hurt’… the rest were a jumble.

You groaned.

“Y/N? Love, can you hear me?” You felt rough but gentle fingers stroking your hair.


You slowly opened you eyes.

“Y/N?” he said again. You peered up at his face.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his brows were furrowed, worry prominent in his face.

“Like shit.” You muttered, smiling slightly.

Newt chuckled, his thumb rubbing lightly against your cheek.

But his expression became serious again.

“Y/N?” You glimpsed at Harriet now by your side. “I’m sorry.” She apologized frantically. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay,” you said, “Accidents happen. It’s not your fault. Most of it was me anyway.”

You attempted a weak smile.

“Looks like sleeping beauty’s awake.” Minho joked as he entered the tent you were in.

You laughed lightly but then began coughing. A doctor, a name you couldn’t recall, checked your temperature. “You’ll be fine.” She muttered.

“I know.” You replied. “I’m pretty sure that stone didn’t go too deep into my shoulder, probably only a quarter of the way, or else I would’ve needed more gauzing and I bet you’ve already put some anti-bacterial serum on, so the worst stage of the pain is gone.”

The doctor looked at you curiously.

“She was a med-jack.” explained Newt. “The best that we had.”

You smiled at him. His expression turned sombre all of a sudden. “I need to talk to her. Alone.” He addressed the rest of the people in the tent. They left without a word.

You sat up, eventhough it hurt your shoulder a lot. “Why-”

“What were you thinking?” His voice was raised, close enough to a yell. He looked at you, his eyes displaying anger, worry and hysteria.

“Newt I-”

“Secret training? Why didn’t you just tell me? If you wanted so badly to fight why didn’t you do it somewhere safer? With more professional people who don’t nearly kill you?!” his hands were cupping your face, forcing you to look at him and shaking you lightly.

“I didn’t nearly die, Newt.” You protested.

“Yeah? Well what if that bloody rock had pierced your chest instead of your shoulder? What then? What would’ve happened to you then?” he asked pleadingly.

You didn’t have anything to say.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. “I don’t understand why you suddenly needed to learn to fight. I could protect you, I could keep you safe.”

You inhaled. “I did it because of you.”

His eyes snapped open. “What do you mean?”

You bit your lip and then sighed. “It’s just; I saw how much you like Sonya and her brave and tough personality. I saw how you smiled and looked at her like she was the most amazing girl you’d ever seen when she told you how strong she was in the maze” You knew you were exaggerating a lot, but you continued. “So I asked Harriet to teach me how to fight and fire a gun. How to be tough and brave. So… so you might… so you might actually like me.”

Newt looked at you like you were insane. Maybe you were, and you turned red with embarrassment. He bent forward and placed his hand on the side of your cheek.

“Y/N, first of all, I don’t like Sonya like that. Not even by a little bit. And I did not look at her like she was the most amazing girl I’d ever seen. Because I only look at one girl that way.” You inhaled sharply and he continued, “Second of all, I do not fall in love with ‘bad-ass’ personalities, though they are okay. I fall in love with innocence and kindness and good hearted people.” He smiled suddenly. “I also have a thing for med-jacks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh by then. Newt laughed along with you.

“So, if you haven’t bloody figured it out yet,” he said leaning in closer and cupping your face. “I’m in love with you. I always have been and I always will be.”

You placed your lips on his, resting your hand on the side of his neck. You felt him kiss back and pull you closer gingerly, careful not to touch your shoulder. All your worries and stress faded away, and for once, in a long long time, you were happy.



And you looked at the smile on his face and knew he felt the same.

anonymous asked:

What do you think Ford looks like when he thinks no ones watching?

his usual self but with 150% the internal monologues (which, with no one to interrupt his train of thought, just keep running) and heroic poses (within reason). occasionally enhances his actions with drama or flourish for no actual reason and while it should look ridiculous it’s just kind of impressive, actually. maybe a bit of murmured narration or spoken mental notes that he usually tones down when in company

After Forever: Part 2

SUMMARY: After her debut, Y/N becomes a monster rookie producer. But what happens when her company wants her to collaborate with someone she hates?



the second part bc i got requests

The tension in the room was no joke. The three of us; Simon, Jay, and I sat with our backs against the chairs, feet tapping on the floor, whispering curse words under our simultaneous breath. We’d discussed for 15 minutes already and it led us nowhere.

Sung Hwa, who was oblivious to the depth of the issue, licked his lips and spoke up. “Maybe today just isn’t the day to talk about this?” His voice sounded small compared to the pressing presence of our big egos.

“You know what,” I suddenly declared, tired of all the nonsense. “I don’t know why I’m here. If I say no, it means no. You can’t make decisions for me.”

Jay groaned, resting his elbows on the round table cautiously trying to control his tone. “I just want you to look at this situation without bias.”

“Yeah, don’t let your emotions cloud your judgement,” Simon added, causing me to shoot him a death glare. I could keep my composure, but if Simon kept talking there would really be a fight in here.

“I’ve already considered the offer and my response is no. That’s it, what more do you want from me?”

“You’re making a personal decision! Well too bad, you’re under my company and more than half of us want you to do it.”

I scoffed. “None of you guys are the boss of me. Anyway, what are you gonna do, huh? Kick me out of the company? I can already see the headlines ‘Jay Park kicks out rookie producer and sister when he doesn’t get his way –“

“You’re ridiculous,” Jay spat. “I’m not as petty as you. You not taking this offer like an actual grown up proves that.”

“Why did you say yes in the first place when his agency called you?” Simon demanded with a tone of frustration.

I wanted to scream. “I said yes to the agency, Simon. I didn’t know they wanted me to work with that sorry excuse of a man.”

“See, petty!” Jay remarked.

“You guys don’t know what he did to me!”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he didn’t deny the rumors accusing you of dating him for fame, blah, blah. That was back in 2013, move on, Y/N. This isn’t about you right now, it’s about the company.”

Sung Hwa raised his hand hesitantly. “As a fellow producer, I believe she should have a say in who she works with.” He quickly shut up when both Simon and Jay shot him killer looks.

I sat down, taking a deep breath. They didn’t know the whole story. It wasn’t just about a mere break up, and it certainly didn’t end there. “Listen,” I suddenly toned down my voice, opting for a more mature way to end this long argument. “This is more than the rumors and the fact that Hunchul was an asshole.”

The room was quiet, everyone, even Jay and Simon, were now listening to me, no matter how desperately they wanted to voice their opinions on me.

“When the media overplayed our breakup, he enjoyed the drama for a little while,” I spoke slowly, not sure if I really wanted to say this after all those years. “Then he came crawling back to me, asking me to get back together again.” I gulped at the trifling, yet painful memory. “He said all this bullshit about how much he loved me and he needed me. Why would he need me? He said it in his song that his popularity was enough to get him high, he didn’t need anything else.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Now just the thought of him makes me uncomfortable. Maybe those lyrics didn’t mean anything to him, but they did to me. Because sometimes I feel like…do I still love him? Did I ever love him?” I guess I exaggerated the story a little bit but the feelings were real.

Simon scoffed. “I thought you liked someone else.”

“I did,” I said bitterly, biting my tongue so I don’t curse him in front of everyone. “but that someone was too pussy to –“

“Can we stop with the dumb metaphors?” Jay interrupted in annoyance. “Simon, just tell her you’re jealous of her ex, and Y/N, just tell him you’re angry because he’s taken this long to ask you out even though you both know you like each other.” He was breathless after the sudden outburst and I was surprised to find out that he knew.

“I just want to have one discussion that will actually lead to somewhere instead of having you and Kiseok hyung arguing all the time,” Jay continued and I sighed loudly.

“Are we done?”


I stood up to leave. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?” Jay asked. “I meant we’re done,” he pointed at himself, then Simon and Sung Hwa. “You, my lovely sister, are staying right here.” I groaned and waited for the other two to leave.

“I’m sorry for being rude,” I mumbled, feeling ashamed of myself. Jay nodded and sat down.

“I am too, for being selfish and thinking of the company before you.” He sighed. “I want you to blow up…you have. But I want you to get out there more, make a name for yourself. But if the name Iron makes you cower in fear then maybe I should wait a little.”

“I’m not scared of him. I’m just not ready to face him after all these years.”

Jay reached over and squeezed my shoulder. “I know. Look at it this way, I’m sure Hunchul made nothing of it and he’s always talking about how good you are these days. If there was any ill will between you too, then it’s gone now.” I nodded. “But here, I’ll call back the agency and tell them you’ve declined the offer.” Jay smiled and the pit of my stomach started to feel bad. I’d be carrying this guilt around now that I knew how much it meant to him to see me thrive.

“I changed my mind. I want to be more outgoing.”

The cheeky smile returned to Jay’s face. “Are you sure?” He asked but his hand had already put the phone away. I crossed the room and hugged him tightly.

“I’m sure.”


The course of the next few days were busy since the news that I had accepted Polaris Entertainment’s request to work with Iron took the nation by storm. We were heading to a press conference regarding the news; me, Jay, Sung Hwa, Simon and some other AOMG label mates.

“Do I look alright?” I asked Sung Hwa and Hyuk Woo, posing in my white blouse and personally tailored dress pants.

“Yeah, you do, now hurry up, we’re getting late,” Simon interrupted before either of them could speak and annoyingly shooed me out of the building and into the white can waiting for us outside.

There were a lot of news reporters considering AOMG’s rising popularity. They were asking all kinds of question, most I had a hard time answering. I was stumbling on my words and pausing for long moments to think. Jay kept leaning over to look at me with concerned eyes sealed with faux annoyance.

“Y/N, how do you feel working with Iron after having broken up with him 4 years ago due to a scandal?”

I shifted uncomfortably and Simon, who was sitting next to me, took my microphone. “Sorry, we don’t answer those questions,” he said sharply. “Next.” I was confused; did he say that to help me or because he was jealous, as Jay had stated.

“Rumors say you and Iron will be writing lyrics together. Is this true?”

“I…uh…yes it’s true…I wanted to try something new and thought this would be the perfect ti – uh – opportunity.”

“Are preparations still in progress? That is, how do you feel about this collaboration?”

I cleared my throat. “I have a good feeling about it…I think it is good for the company and publicity. At the same time – would be a great learning experience for me and…uh….I just want you all to anticipate.” This was the most unprofessionalism I had ever shown in a conference.

Reassuringly, Simon reached under the table and squeezed my hand. “You’re okay,” he whispered to me while Jay was wrapping the conference up. I didn’t look at him but I clutched his hand back gratefully.

After the show, I met Simon outside. He was talking with some of the company members but excused himself when he saw me. We haven’t talked without bitterness in a while so him approaching me so gently was a first.

“You must have been really nervous,” he said, pulling me into a warm hug. I allowed myself to feel enamored in his clutch. “You did well, so don’t let those people get to you.” I stepped back.

“Is it true?” I asked, surprising myself. “Are you jealous of me and Hunchul working together?” Simon forced a smile and scratched the back of his head. He replied late.

“Yeah…I was. But now I’m fine with it.” He put his hands in pockets to shield them from the chilly air. “I guess I just liked you so much that I didn’t want you to fall back in love with Hunchul while you two are working together.”

“Oh Simon,” I giggled, stepping closer to him. “I could never love Hunchul again. Not now that I’ve found the actual best person to work with.” Simon’s lips spread upwards and he leaned his head down, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“I hope that person is me.”



I took some constructive criticism from my last design, mixed it with some reflection time, and made this! I’m thinking about giving it green eyes, but idk…

So, here’s a rundown of the decisions I made and why I did them:

THE MUZZLE BELLY AND ARM COLOR- With the additional warm colors that came from the scarf, I thought it would be beneficial to replace the peach skin color with a light blue. Also I think it looks nice!

THE FLUFFY MUZZLE- I did this because you could show emotion by changing the shape and angle of the fir at the end. For example, making it droop down when he’s sad, or spike up and go straight when he’s scared to name a few. Also, hedgehog muzzles and bellies look more like this

THE RINGS EVERYWHERE- This started out as just being on the shoes to replace the out of place buckle (he’s composed of circle and triangle shapes, so the random square shape seems a bit odd), but I thought adding them in a few other places would look cool and make it feel more consistent (maybe I went a little overboard though, lol)

THE SCARF- I think a scarf that could blow in the wind would be a good addition to a character whose main trait is being fast, as it could add interest to his silhouette and exaggerate his movements even more

THE PROPORTIONS- I adopted the cute mickey mouse/felix the cat aesthetic of Classic Sonic, but added in the more athletic body and stronger looking arms and legs of Modern Sonic. Not only is it a nice compromise for the two groups of fans, but I think it brings the best elements of both to make the ideal look for him.
Also, I used the Toei and OVA inspired quills and eyes from Tyson Hesse’s version of sonic because they look totally tubular

Everyone is more than welcome to give criticism and suggestions, I want this design to be the best it can be! It’s possible that I’ll do something with this cast of redesigned characters ;)

anonymous asked:

why is hoseok the best actor in bts?

I mean, at least in my opinion he is. haha It’s part of my job and I’ve worked as an assistant for an awesome acting director and he taught me a lot, so. It’s something that I can’t help but do, to keep on judging how people act even if it’s just for an interview (and it’s a fun exercise when talking about kpop because idols act a lot). Hoseok knows how to hide his own feelings quite well when he wants to, and it’s even more impressive since he’s a very expressive guy. He knows how to live the character and completely change his quirks according to it, and also can change his mood completely with the blink of an eye. He’s very skilled when it comes to reading people and in his case it’s something that he takes to his posture when acting as well - he knows how to read people’s ways and humor so he applies it to his acting. I’ve already talked about how he’s the one that is the least himself on camera most of the time. Watch this and tell me what you think because I honestly think it was brilliant, as short as it was. It shows great potential that I’m afraid won’t be properly explored. :(

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

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anonymous asked:

I feel like you've probably been asked this before but if you were the one writing slbp/tenka, how would you change things? More history? Characters plus MC development? Stuff like that.

No, I actually have never been asked this! XD 

I will just say what I will change in regards of events/incidents that occur. Because the MC’s development would depend on what kind of experience she’s having, amirite?

In general:

- Reorganize Nobu’s main route AND sequel (i.e some of the plot points from the MS will be cut and inserted into the sequel instead)

- Eliminate “pointless villainry”: Bessho (Hide route), Narimasa (Inu route), and Yasumasa (Yasu route).

- Make some of the people who died of illness in history to actually die of illness, not from war/murder

- Rewrite the majority of Kenshin’s route, because the final conflict with Hojo is strange

More details behind the cut for its length, my apologies to app viewers.

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Give What You Like - Part. 2

Originally posted by trentsevenss

Here it is! The second part of my Pete Dunne imagine series. Just warning that all the members of BSS will receive their due attention ‘cause I’m really thinking about making it into a fic. I don’t know but I hope you enjoy it. As I said in the first part, english is not my birth language so I apologize for any possible mistakes. 

(Part 1)                                                              

Words: 3600 (perhaps I’ve exaggerated a little, sorry)

Inspirational song: (x)

Warning: Slight sex mention and, maybe, a bit of heartbreak

Tagging: @littledeadrootinghood @cam0flug3 @bolieve-that @jenapad @alafairftw @maleficentcheekbones @mrs-storm @wrestlingandwriting  (Please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts)

Credit goes to the gif owner.


“You’re an idiot, Dunne.” I said, coming down from the box on which I sat beside him.

He was looking at me with mockery, and not even my apparent annoyance would change that. I stood in front of him, crossing my arms. "What’s the point of this, anyway?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do not pretend, Dunne! I’m talking about your much-touted promo, belittling Tyler.”

"That’s the role of a heel, isn’t it?” He frowned. “I didn’t see anything much in what I said”

"It’s okay that you’re heel, but you didn’t have to exaggerate …” I pursed my lips in annoyance, then snorted at the realization that he wouldn’t listen. “He is your friend, if not your best friend.”

He laughed very briefly, shrugging with a grimace that made his neck throb. I knew the meaning of it; he would soon try to escape the subject. “So on. Now, let’s face it, ya owe me a commemoration for my conquest.”

I rolled my eyes. “I owe you nothing.”

“Yep …” His left hand was already resting on my waist, sliding to the butt. I took it off with a cover.

“Not into it.” I said firmly, watching him move one hand over the other to ease the lid.

“I can make ya change your mind …” I felt his touch again. Before I could push him away, he pulled me against him. His legs held me and his right hand just above my butt prevented me from leaving.

“Pete-”, I pronounced his name as a warning to let me go. We were backstage, the NXT recordings rolled out. Anyone who passed by here, even if it was a half-hidden area, could see us … And receive a Regal rubbish was not in my plans. But Pete did not seem to care much; especially as his lips moved closer and I felt his breath on my neck. “I’m serious…” I held a sigh, trying to hold myself.

“I’m serious, too.” He grunted, just before tooking my neck with a kiss followed by not very soft bites. "This will leave a mark”, I thought, biting my lower lip at every sensation that made it harder to resist. I had to push him away … Quick.

“Stop!” I put my hand against his chest, pulling him away from me, receiving in return a questioning look from one who didn’t know what he had done wrong.

He looked at me in a mixture of confusion and a slight spark of irritation, I could already discern this by the time of coexistence. His blue irises were darker than usual, accompanied by a slight twist in his upper lip, which revealed his probable thoughts as he looked at me.

Pete had never been out of many words, leaving everything to his facial expressions. In time, I learned to read them. “No”, I said again, realizing that he would keep silent. “If you did not notice; we’re in the corridor of an arena, my match is soon … Need more reasons?!”

“… You talk too much.” He said after a while and, before I could fight back, I was even closer to his body and with his lips sealed in mine, in search of a kiss that I wasn’t late to correspond.

Addiction. I liked that savagery of his kiss, I liked the bites, I liked how he always seemed more eager for me as he ran his hands over my body. I didn’t need to look to know where he was playing, I already felt it and allowed it. One certainty: I was not thinking straight.

How long was I without him? I think from the eve of his fight against Tyler for the United Kingdom Championship. Enough to miss, while part of me vehemently repressed the fact that I wanted him. So far, this part was losing by a nice disadvantage; greater than the sum of my fingers.

One of his hands was on the back of my head while the other felt my butt on the verge of squeezing it. I had grabbed part of his shirt at a time and pulled him close to me, while the kiss alternated between savagery and brief pauses to catch breath. I knew he’d find a way to get us out of here so we could go somewhere else. The locker room, maybe.

"What do you think you’re doing, Dunne?!?!” Regal’s voice was scare enough for me to shove Pete and get rid of his grip, breathing unevenly and nervously.

“Kissing. Can’t you see!?” I should have foreseen it. The arrival of Regal, Dunne’s runaway reply, and I staring at the floor, so nervous and embarrassed. I didn’t have to look at them to know the tension between; they never got along, this would be just one more episode added to the list.

"Get out, Dunne.” Regal snorted, but made a point of not showing all his anger. Maybe because I’m involved in the situation.

I lifted my gaze a bit to see the exit from the Bruiserweight, watched by Regal at every step, which did not make it impossible for him to make certain motions with his jaw as he grunted. Despite that, I still recognized sarcasm in his own way. He never gave a damn, I did.

“(Y/N).” I heard my name being uttered by the only remaining english man, forcing me to look up and swallow. I was expecting the worst. "Your fight is in five minutes, go.”

I nodded, not giving myself much chance to look at him or hesitate, and went on to fight. I know it’d be nice to apologize later, but now wasn’t the time for that. Regal was impatient; I was nervous; and Pete … He probably didn’t even care.


"How long does a girl take to change her clothes?” The question was shouted from outside the small locker room where I was arranging some last details of my hair before leaving.

“Quite so!” I replied, rolling my eyes, but with a certain laugh on my lips.

“Oh come on, (Y/N)! It’s just a little confraternization, you don’t have to pack up so much …”

“I know … But anyway!” I said, looking at myself in the mirror and noticing something I had missed: the marks on my neck. I clenched my lips, trying to think of some way to disguise them.

The makeup was lighter than the skin tone of the area so it would have no effect; My top much less. The way would be putting on a jacket, a scarf maybe (luckily, it was cold outside), and hope nobody notice. I sighed, looking at the reflection in the mirror and reminding myself of every detail. He would be at the party, that is, “confraternization”. Who knows the possibilities … “(Y/N), if ya don’t answer me, I’ll think ya died in there!” I’d been so distracted that I probably had ignored some of Tyler’s lines. Enough to make the blonde agonize.

I left the dressing room without further ado thanks to that, finding Bate all dressed up in a white social shirt tucked into the navy blue linen trousers; I was duly impressed and made sure to express it, making faces. “Wow! And you still tell me it’s a ‘little confraternization’ “, I paraphrased him, putting a hand on my waist as I watch him laugh as if my astonishment were an exaggeration.

"Don’t come with that, look at yourself!” He motioned to me. “It looks like you’re coming out of a fashion show.”

I rolled my eyes, feigning disgust. “Fashion show? Okay, if that’s the case, I won’t go.” I crossed my arms, beak; enough for him to pull one of them, undoing the act, and bring me close with a laughter sketched on the lips.

"I just meant ya look more beautiful than ya should.”

“Hmm … I don’t know! I’m not convinced.”

“Please”, he said. Just to see, I already suspected what lay ahead; he would try to convince me in every way to go. Not that it was difficult, in fact, I would go even if I had been irritated. It was a “pre-trip” farewell and losing it was not part of the plans. “Ya know I said that ‘cause I’m ashamed to go out with someone as beautiful as ya!”

Needless to say, after such compliment, any resistance of mine went down the drain and a certain blush washed over my face. I stared at him in surprise until he laughed and extended my arm to accompany him. I frowned at that and watched him withered with an impatient expression. “I swear if you don’t accept, I’ll pull you out.”

My turn to burst into laughter and finally hold onto his arm. Nothing strange, after all, Tyler sometimes came up with these strange ideas and I, as a good sister, was forced to compact. To the others, we probably looked like idiots; for me, we were just happy on this point … Even if, internally, I didn’t have such happiness.


“It means that our little girl is going to spend three weeks without us… !” Trent practically screamed, already a little affected by the drink apparently.

“Hey! Little girl, no!” I complained, pouting as he hugged me by the shoulders, bringing me closer. He, in turn, only laugh and motivate the other two to laugh too.

Despite that, I was amused by the situation as well. Oh really. I could hardly imagine how my weeks would be without the presence of these three english men, and thinking that I could hardly go with them. Reason? At the last moment, WWE chose to take only its main female wrestlers … Yeah, I sure was a nothing in the company. I was expecting a chance at the Mae Young Classic, honestly.

“How do I stand you, eh?” I asked, being squeezed further by Trent while Pete was practically lying in the upholstered seat and Ty was singing, out of tune, the music that reverberated through the room.

“We are irresistible”, Seven was the first to respond, looking at me as if this were obvious; without taking a certain giggle out of his face, of course.

“Badass”, Pete added, forcing a short mocking laugh as Trent straightened his mustache as usual.

“All of the best, overall.” It was Tyler’s turn to sum up, stopping singing to stare at me with a lightly tossed smile.

“And we can’t forget that you love us.” Pete got the dose, more and more mocking and stunned to look at me; enough for me to roll my eyes and go out of Trent’s embrace, crossing my arms against the far corner of the couch.

Even Dunne straightened to look at me, next to the other two, wondering mentally what had hit me. I sounded annoyed but, internally, it was just strange that this was enough to catch the attention of the three. Apparently, they worried about the possibility of irritating me. I ended up giving up the annoyance, relaxing my muscles and laughing, I don’t know if by commotion or pity. Worst choice.

"You should have seen your face, you seemed to have seen a ghost!” I said, laughing, then infecting the three newly frightened.

“Never give me such a scare again, okay?” Tyler said, then came over to place a light kiss on my temple. I smiled sheepishly at this, seeing with the corner of my eyes as Pete rolled his eyes.

After all, I never understood why my closeness to Tyler always bothered him. Part of me wanted to believe that this revealed any kind of feeling, but reality warned otherwise. Before I began to ramble or lose my gaze on him, I shook my head and focused on something else. “I don’t know how you can stand me”, I said, still looking at the blond with greenish-brown eyes.

Before anyone else, Pete took the lead in responding. “Simple, you’re hot.” He snapped, making me frown and look at him, just like Ty and Trent. “What’s it? Did I lie, by any chance?” He asked, strangely.

Seven shook his head in disapproval, Bate shot him without apology; while I, in turn, just got up and left. "Where are ya going, baby?” I heard the latter ask behind me as I walked away from the bar.

“Get a drink.” I snapped, snorting. My best friend didn’t deserve this, I know, neither he nor Trent; but I was far from being able to take another second near that …

I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to see Pete Dunne’s face, probably questioning others what got into me. “Spare me …!” I growled, clenching my teeth. Yes, I was angry; but most of all, I was disappointed. I never expected too much from him. Really. But knowing that the reason for him to “stand me" was just because I was hot… That was the crux! My mind confusion wanted to make me cry, although giving him such a “taste” was out of question.

I leaned against the bar counter, breathing deeply to contain any stubborn tears as I watched the room. Everyone was having fun, apparently, but me. I could no longer see the three english men. It was better that way, though deep down I still wanted some of them to come after me. “He, preferably”, I completed it mentally, knowing that this would not happen.

But perhaps foreseeing that I expect someone to come, Tyler appeared. I forced a small corner smile as I watched him, noting him doing the same as he approached. “Did you order your drink?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“You know I don’t.” I said, turning to face him.

“I know, but ya must admit this was a great way to break the ice!” He said, making me laugh a little.

“Goof!” - “It was not!” I rolled my eyes.

“But you laughed.” He put a finger to my cheek, laughing my way. I undid my beak, feeling obligated to this, still not giving up. “Come on, (Y/N), admit it…”

I sighed. “Okay, you win.” I said, finally making him give a little smile that soon vanished after all I was not in my normal mood. He remained silent because of that, I had no idea why but I let the silence reign until I noticed his eyes on me. “Why did you come here?”

“I came to see how you were.”

“And… ?” I forced him to speak.

“And convince you to come back”.  “I knew!” I thought, giving a very forced laugh and shaking my head. I wouldn’t go back.

“I’m sorry, but you know I won’t.” I said, turning my back to Ty before I felt him grip my wrist.


"No.” I fixed my gaze on his so he would understand.

“Please, (Y/N).” He didn’t let go of my wrist even though I forced it. “Trent and I already gave a fine moral lesson to that asshole … He’ll even apologize!”

I paused for a moment, seriously considering if I should go back. Dunne never apologizes, this was a unique opportunity. I had to see it, taste what it is like to have someone like Pete Dunne apologizing to me. ” Seriously …“ Tyler tightened, releasing my wrist slowly as he held me in front of him.

"Is he really going to apologize?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He will, otherwise Trent and I will beat him until he does.”

I laughed, dismissing the possibility. “Don’t exaggerate!”

“Don’t doubt me, I’m quite capable of killing him.”

“I know, but you don’t have to.

"For ya, I do.” I blushed, watching him smile affectionately as he adjusted the collar of my jacket with one hand. This had always been his normal but for the moment, it only made the redness on my face worse.

I don’t know why but his gesture only made me more nervous. There was something different about him … As he straightened up my jacket, the part of my neck where Pete’s mark lay was discovered. I knew he had seen it, and I was even more sure when the tip of his fingers brushed it lightly. I looked for a way to explain myself. “I…”

“You don’t have to explain.” He interrupted me, forcing a corner smile which I had no doubt about the falseness. There was a certain annoyance in his gaze, it was easy to notice, so much so that he soon tried to cover the mark with the collar of his jacket. “I think I know why ya came with this jacket now”, he tried to laugh, but the reality was already explicit.

“Ty, I …” I tried to explain again, I could not. Honestly, it would be better if he understood my lack of words.

“It’s all right, don’t worry.” The forced smile continued on his lips, but I could not blame him, he was trying to reassure me.

I felt the tip of his fingers on my cheek, giving a faint affection. I forced myself to watch, holding up his gaze that was strangest. "Did I mention that ya look beautiful?” He asked, not ceasing his caress.

“Yep, but I think you can say it again.” I forced a chuckle. On the bright side, he had made him laugh too; on the bad side, the situation made me uncomfortable.

The exchange of looks, the affection on my cheek, his way … At the moment, it did not seem to be who I considered as brother. Ahead was a well-known stranger whose gaze hung over my lips. “I’m sorry …” I heard him mutter. And before I could say anything, he joined our lips.

I didn’t know what to do. One of his hands kept on my face as the other slowly tried to rest on my waist to join our bodies. At first, he was incapable of sketching a reaction; but soon I fell into the real. Kissing who I considered as brother ?! Never. Thinking like that, I tried to push him away. “What…”

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted me once more, taking his hand from my face and moving further away. His face was filled with confusion, and mine was certainly worse.

“Why did you-” I tried to stammer, watching him run his hand over his face in some kind of regret. “You don’t…”

“I know.” His gaze revealed confusion, guilt perhaps, and something else I could not distinguish. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

I frowned, not understanding. “Tyler …” I sighed. “… Tyler, are you drunk?”

The question was a thump to him. I could see when his eyes opened and they blinked repeatedly, in surprise, while his mouth twitched and his face assumed a feature of … Grief ?! Seeing this, I soon tried to explain myself. “I mean, I do not …”

“No, you’re right.” He said, unable to disguise the hurt in his tone. I should never have asked that question. "I’m not thinking straight, it must be drink effect.”

I bit my lower lip, worried. It hurt me to see him like this, mostly because I knew I had some of the blame. “Tyler… I’m sorry, I …”

“You’re right, I told ya.” Maybe it was my impression but it sounded harsh. "It’s my fault, (Y/N).”

I didn’t open my mouth after that. I could no longer look at him, and the images of his wounded features hammered my mind with guilt. I had experienced such a reaction, but what mattered to me now was the possibility of hurting my best friend. "Let’s go back.” He cut off the silence, making me look up at him and see that he wasn’t looking at me anymore. The cluster for my sadness.

Without a word, I followed him to where Trent and Pete were. Seven was the first to be surprised by the mood between us, addressing me with a silent question. “What happened between you two?” I’d like to be able to answer this question but, like the proper idiot I was, I just kept quiet and avoided any looks. Dunne didn’t seem to care. I don’t know if I should be grateful for it, or simply regret my insignificance.

The rest of the party went on as it should. I force myself laughing and drinking one dose at a time, Tyler doing almost the same, Trent still intrigued by our strangement but disguising it, and Pete … Being Pete as always. Carefree, debauched and silent when he wanted to. After all, he didn’t apologize as promised and I made a point of charging it.

Near three in the morning, it was farewell hour. They made a point of leaving me in my apartment, which allowed some last moments with the three of them. The first to say goodbye, with a hug, was Tyler; a gesture full of coldness and quite different from what I was accustomed to. Pete also hugged me, entitled to the silly hand next to my butt and, surprisingly, an apology for the situation before.

I could be content and consider the night, in parts, as well finished. But Trent had the dislike of whispering in my ear that he knew why Tyler and I were like that as he held me in his arms. I left him with a perfect poker face. I didn’t see the three of them go away, I rushed up to my floor on the excuse of being very tired. The most ragged possible but who cared?

I locked the door behind me as soon as I arrived, breathing uneasily as I dragged my body into the bedroom, throwing myself on the bed. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was crying. Why?

Why was I such an idiot?

Why did Tyler act like that?

Why didn’t I want to admit that I liked the kiss?

Why, even in those hours, didn’t Pete leave my thoughts?

I don’t know, I’d probably only have the answer in three weeks. Only one thing I knew for sure: I had just lost my best friend/brother.

I sincerely hope you like it. Please let me know if you have any critics or just a opinion.

Scott McCall AU (part 6)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Ummm yeah expect one more part! Then another AU or imagine will go up and then the epilogue!!! Yeah enjoy! As always, feedback is appreciated! Thanks babes!

*The parent names are made up, I picked the first names that came to my head. The college stuff is not at all accurate, just saying.



“Mom! Do we have everything? Scott is asking if we need anything from the supermarket!” You called out.

“We need drinks, all we have is wine!” She yelled.

You quickly typed out what your mom had told you then put your hair up, so you could go help with dinner.

The chicken was cooking, the water was boiling for the pasta, and you were about to start on making the alfredo sauce.

“Do you know his parents names?” Your dad asked.

“It’s just his mom, Melissa.” You answered.

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anonymous asked:


Send me a ship and I’ll tell you the first 5 things that come to mind when I think about it

1) eddie might actually be a little bit intimidated at miles being taller than him. yeah, maybe it’s only half an inch, but it’s still half an inch too many, ‘cause he’s so used to being the tallest man in the room (except for when walker is around). miles is a dick and will make fun of eddie and say that eddie has to be the wife now because he’s “small” like the woman.

2) when eddie tried to hack miles’ dick off, miles made an exaggerated moan to gross eddie out and then kicked the knife out of his hand. when eddie bent over to retrieve it, miles broke free of the restraints and, not being able to resist, slapped eddie’s ass before running away.

3) miles yells out criticisms of eddie’s dress designs as he runs away, things like “that is so 2012!” and “off-white? you’re so pretentious, it’s called cream!”

4) eddie actually mistook miles for a woman at first because of his perfectly exaggerated hourglass figure. he complimented miles’ “baby-birthing hips” and miles almost died of laughter.

5) miles is so vain, he actually liked hearing eddie call him things like “darling” and “love,” because it was almost always followed by a comment on his looks. eddie even said that miles has the best hair he’s ever seen, and miles won’t ever say it out loud, but for a second he considered actually marrying the psychopath.