more things i will never write

what I found in you | 01

Originally posted by jkguks

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you

     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

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Brooke N. Lohst
  • Brooke’s middle name is Nicolette 
  • Brooke’s mom had her at 18 and has been a singlemom since
  • Brooke’s dad writes her letters from jail and even though it’s a strained relationship she writes him back all the time 
  • Brooke’s mom never left the summer of love
  • Brooke’s mom works as a cleaning lady
  • Brooke currently works at lush
  • She has a knack for all natural things
  • Brooke is a paleo-lacto-ovo vegetarian (Basically no fleshy bits of animals)
  • She swears avacodos are a god send
  • Brooke started a youtube channel doing home hair remedies
  • Now she has an Etsy store and a pretty big pinterest account
  • She makes anything from candles and lipscrubs to lotion and plant base knitted fabrics
  • She thrift shops every Sunday (one of few places in Bergen County that actually is open on Sunday)
  • Brooke’s mom lends her the car during the day because she works nights and graveyard shifts
  • Brooke met Chloe in sixth grade at cheer camp
  • Chloe broke out in hives after falling into poison ivy when someone (Madeline) didn’t spot her right
  • Brooke made a homemade remedey and her redness and itchiness cleared up, they were instantly friends
  • Chloe and Brooke had their first “Kiss” summer before Freshman year because Chloe wanted to be “girlfriend” material early
  • Brooke found out she was lesbian after that kiss; but because Chloe had dreams of them double dating, having a double marriage and raising kids together she started dating guys (very platonically though)
  • Her first bf was Dustin Kropp who told everyone Brooke never slept with him so as a response to any suspicion why she claimed Dustin cheated on her
  • Brooke lowkey hates Jake’s guts up until they break up
  • Chloe gets a discount at lush because of Brooke and Brooke is awesome and making very real knock offs
  • Brooke’s favorite Pinkberry flavor is 1/3 California tart 1/3 blueberry and 1/3 whatever is the special of the day and gets nothing but fruit toppings and nuts
  • Brooke has the best hair and skin in the school
  • Chloe claims the following: “Brooke doesn’t sweat, she always smells like rose water and tea tree oil”

so you’re telling me that I watched Eva grow over the years into THE most beautiful and confident woman to going backwards with her ex that was NOT healthy for her? You had Eva develop something with P. Chris SINCE season ONE, had them SHOVED in the background…however you still wanted to include and remind the audience that those two are indeed a “thing.” You spent time writing and filming that clip from JUST last week showing how much P.Chris is falling for Eva and has the potential to be more for himself and for her….to have HIM yet again DISMISSED? I would understand if her and j*nas grew a lot together and formed a solid foundation over the years BUT that shit did not HAPPEN. She spent her time with her friends and P.Chris. THIS SHIT WASN’T FUCKING NEEDED. If not canon, I would rather have a single Eva….not this mess. I’ve never been ship baited in a series finale before . I’ve always had info to prepare myself but this????? BULLSHIT. Took back character development.

ID #50054

Name: Sean
Age: 23
Country: United States

Hello! I’m a university student in my final semester (this fall) and I will be graduating with a degree in history. This summer I intend on drinking tea, binging movies, netflix and anime, playing the shit out of my video games, exercising, eating better, cooking more, and trying new things like penship. I’m trying to try new things… movies I’ve never seen, shows I’ve never seen, games I’ve never seen, places I’ve never been… but I’ll probably just end up replaying Dark Souls and rewatching the same anime.

I’m looking to write handwritten letters, if I can find someone trustworthy, but I’ll probably most be communicating via email, tumblr, or texting since mailing people might not be for everyone.

Preferences: I’m looking for anyone who’s willing to talk. It doesn’t really matter, so long as you’re not an axe murderer, but if you were I’d fight you. Probably wouldn’t win, but they’d make a movie about me and you’d be watching it from prison so that’s kind of a win.

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Hello Salt, look what took me almost a week to write. :’D I hope you and everyone else enjoys it~

Sequel to this

Warnings: Torture, blood, Tuckington, Fluff with a rough beginning

Five things Wash’s team would do for him and the one thing they’d never do

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70. “What are you afraid of?” with...Rafa :)

(taryn i love you and this was crazy fun THANKS PAL)

also i’ve never written a drabble before but i enjoyed this so here’s the thing okay b y e

“You remember what happened next though, right?”

“Rafael Casal, as if you’d ever let me forget,” you groaned, falling back against your headboard just hard enough to make your point but not hard enough to spill the glass of wine in your hand.

“Next,” he cackled boisterously from his spot next to you on the bed. “Next, you threw my goddamn cutting board at the wall and missed the spider by about three feet,” he persisted, barely able to get the sentence out past his laughter. 

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The Sha Ka Ree sequel I promise I probably won’t write

I can’t help myself. I keep trying to think about other things but then there it is, hanging out in my brain space like this little tempting nugget of potential plot. “Look at me,” it says. “Think about the themes you’ve introduced and new ways in which to explore them. Think about furthering character development while establishing a stronger mythology to the planet. Think about answering whatever remaining questions there may be…”

SO I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT. More below the cut because I guess they could be considered spoilers. For something I’ll probably never write. (Although what follows is a little over-detailed because I want to keep this just in case someday I do, haha)

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The Eye of the Beholder (fic title thingy)

The Eye of the Beholder

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader has never felt as if she’s enough, a good enough hunter, a good enough girlfriend to her boyfriend, good enough at anything. But Sam shows her that she’s wrong, and that to him she’s perfect, and more than he could ever ask for.

Send me a title for a fic and I’ll write the summary.

The Hunter In Training~ Part Three

Summery: Reader liked all things Supernatural and knew so much about it. She never expected to use this knowledge anytime soon until the Winchesters showed up in her town after a werewolf attack. Reader decides she wants to be a hunter and helps the brothers in more ways than one! 

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,394

Warnings: Violence, self- doubt and depressed thoughts for Reader, injury to Reader, concerned Sam

A/N: Hey guys! This is the third part of my series. I think there is only going to be one more part after this. I just have the day off, and the ideas just keep coming, so I keep writing.

A/N 2: Thank you to everyone who has liked this series so far. It means a lot, and you are why I keep writing. I hope you enjoy this! It is a little longer than the previous parts, but stick with me because it gets better.

Originally posted by deanyw

There was another murder, and you had figured out through hours of research that the wolf was killing five people before moving on to the next town. The three of you decided to go investigate the crime scene. Upon arrival, you noticed that it was in the same alley way that the other three murders were. You figured that whoever was responsible had to be targeting people that live near here. This frightened you because you lived around the corner from this alley. You had to set the fear aside so you could do your job. “Officer. I am Agent Costello. This is Agents Smith and Smith.” “No relation.” “Alright, what can I do for you agents?” “Can you tell us what happened here?” “Well, poor bastard seemed to be on his way home when he was attacked. By the looks of it, some wild animal attacked him.” “Was there anything weird about the body, like, say, a missing heart?” “Yeah, actually. His heart was missing. How did you know?” “Just a lucky guess. Plus the other three murders involved missing hearts as well.” “If you ask me, this animal needs to be found and killed. It has taken four people. It doesn’t need others.” “You have no idea. Thank you for your time, Officer.” “No problem, agents. Anytime.” The three of you walked away to discuss this situation further.

“So, it seems that the wolf is picking people that seem to live near this alley, but why? What is so special about this place?” “This is where the people with less money live. Have you noticed how run down it is here? I mean, I should know since I live around the corner.” The brothers gave each other a worried look. They did not realize until now just how close you were from the alley and its attacks. “Y/N, why didn’t you say something before?” “I didn’t really think about it until we were there today how close I was to the alley. I have been too focused on training and trying to figure out who is doing this and why?” “Well, if our pattern is correct, there will be one more victim…… that is gonna be tonight.” You had a look about you like Sam just shot your dog. He went over to you with a worried expression on his face. “Y/N, are you ok?” As he sits beside you, you look into his eyes. “I think I know how to get the guy once and for all.” “How?” “You said that tonight will be the last victim before he moves onto another town. So, we have to get him tonight before he terrorizes others. This has to end now.” “I agree, but what are you thinking exactly?” “I am thinking, since he seems to attack people around here because he figures that no one would care about them, that we use me as bait.” “Wait, what?” “It will work. I live here, so he would have the same idea about me. I can try to lure him out in the hopes to give you guys a chance to get him. Of course, I would like to be the one to finish it.” “Y/N, this is a terrible idea. It is too risky.” “Sam, you said it yourself that I have improved, much better than other people who have tried being hunters. I am ready to do this, Sam. Please.” Sam just looked down and then at Dean. They seemed to have this silent conversation that they were always having with each other. After what felt like forever, Sam turned back to you. “Are you sure about this? We can’t go back if this doesn’t work out?” “Yes, I am sure. This is our only chance to end this, and I want to end this, Sam. I need to do this.” Sam then embraces you in a hug. You could tell as you leaned into him and held on tighter that he really did care about you and didn’t want to see you hurt at all. You felt the same way about him, but you knew why he was worried given this was your first hunt, and you didn’t want to blow it.

You got ready to head to the bar down the street from you. You figured that you have to spend a couple hours there, get a feel for the people around here, and then head home in hopes to lure the werewolf out. You came out of your bedroom wearing your favorite blue jeans that hugged your ass and hips just right, your favorite boots, and a low cut y/f/c top that showed just enough cleavage to drive the men, and women at times, wild but not enough to be indecent. Sam and Dean looked up when you entered the living room, and their jaws dropped. They had never seen someone more beautiful. “What? Is it too much?” “No, sweetheart. You look amazing. It is gonna be hard keeping the guys off of you tonight.” “Right, Dean, I don’t think that is going to be an issue. The guys around here never take an interest in me.” “Wow. I don’t see why not. It is totally their lost because you are a babe! I don’t want you going alone, but I have no choice. Just try not to get into too much trouble.” “I can’t make any promises, Dean.” You gave him a wink that made Sam feel a bit jealous, but he didn’t say anything because all he could think was he wished he was going out with you. He wanted to treat you to a good time and then come home to make the night even better. His mind starting to drift towards what you would look like wrapped in his arms while he made passionate love to you all night long. It sounds like you have not had this in your  life, and Sam wants to be the one to show you what love can be feel like. She left for the bar and Dean slapped you on the shoulder. “Sammy, you alright? Y/N just left. You didn’t even say good-bye.” “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking is all.” “I’m sure. It wasn’t about Y/N, was it?” “What? Of course not.” “Keep telling yourself that, little brother. I can see the way you look at her. You know she looks at you the same way. You need to tell her how you feel, man, before it is too late.” Sam just looked at his brother and wondered if what he said was true. Did you really look at him the way he did you? He didn’t get to ponder on it too much because Dean was telling him it was time to go.

You had been at the bar nursing a cocktail for about an hour and a half when you noticed him. An attractive man with spiky black hair, a tailored suit, and the bluest eyes you had ever seen came into the bar. You tried not to make eye contact, but there was some type of pull that caused you to prevent your eyes from leaving his. You smiled and he smiled back while he made his way over to you. “Hi, I am James. What is your name?” “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N. So, what is a sexy lady like you doing in a place like this?” You thought that he had to have been talking to someone else because no one has ever considered you sexy, but you noticed that no one else was at the bar. “Well, I just decided that I needed a break from my tough week and ended up here. What about you?” “Same as you. I figured I might meet someone to bring home tonight. I think that I might have found her.” All you could think of was this had to be the wolf. You have never seen this man before now, so he doesn’t live in this town. You start to panic internally, but you know that you need to make him interested enough in you to want to go home so you can pass the alley way to know for sure if James was the werewolf you had been looking for. You decided to try to get your flirt on, even though there was only one person that you wanted to flirt with at this moment and he wasn’t there. “I think you are right. If you play your cards right, you might just get invited back to my place for some ‘fun time.’ What do you think?” “I think you are trying to play hard to get. I love girls who don’t make it easy.” You finished off your drink, turned to James and smiled. “Are you ready to get out of here? I just need you so badly right now!” You felt horrible leading him on, but you did what you had to do.

Sam and Dean hid in the shadows of the alley waiting for Y/N to walk past with the werewolf. Sam became worried about you because he was not there to protect you, but he knew that you were able to take care of yourself. This didn’t mean he didn’t want to be the one doing the protecting. He kept checking his watch to see how long you had been gone. It was going on two hours now, so he was hoping that you would be coming around any moment now. They heard people talking and coming toward the alley, so they remained still until they got their que to attack. “Y/N, you are a very interesting person. I have never met anyone like you in a long time.” “Well, I am sure that you have not been looking hard enough because there are more interesting people around here and other places than me. Trust me, I would know.” You started to get into your depressed state about not being good enough for anyone when James you’re your hands and kissed you. You went to pull away when you remembered you had to lead him on. “Don’t talk like that at all, Y/N. You are a wonderful person.” “Thanks, James.” He started to push you against the wall. Sam could see you and wanted so badly to be the one running his hands all over you. You were trying to lead him more into the alley when he stopped you.

“Not so fast, my dear. Are you so bored with me that you are ready to have the Winchesters get rid of me?” You looked shocked at what he said. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I was just trying to give us a little more privacy.” “Don’t play me for stupid, girl. I know a hunter when I smell one. You might be new, but I can still sense the blade you have in your back pocket. Did you really think that you were gonna stop me? Why do you think I chose you at the bar? Did you think that it was your looks? Heavens no, it was because I knew you were a hunter.” “You must have me mistaken for someone else. I don’t know the Winchesters. I am just an average girl looking for a good time.” “Save it.” James then slaps you across your face, and you fall towards the ground. You have never had someone hit you before, but you needed to keep him distracted. You didn’t want James to know how much he had hurt you. It was taking everything in Sam to not lose his cool; he did not like how James was treating you. He had to wait a bit longer before he could do anything about it. “So, you get off hitting women? That is real mature.” You knew that you were in for a world of hurt, but you had to do what you needed to to make sure you killed him once and for all. “No, I don’t usually hit women. I tend to only hurt the ones that are too smart for their own good.” You were getting upset with James, but you had to make him angry. You went to slowly get your blade from your pants when he came to hold you by your throat. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Did you really think that I was going to let you get your knife. What kind of monster would I be to make it too easy, huh?”

It was getting hard to breathe, but you managed to get your knife out and lunged at his face. You made contact, and James let go of you. “You bitch. I will kill you!” The blade was made of silver, so it hurt him. You went to attack him again, but he dodged and grabbed onto your arm. He pulled it causing your shoulder to become dislocated. You bent over in pain. James starting laughing. Dean and Sam could not stand it anymore; Dean grabbed James from behind while Sam shot him in the heart. You watched the life fade from his eyes. Even through the pain, you were glad that he was gone. It was finished at last. Sam ran over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I should have never let this happen. I knew it was gonna get you hurt. How could I have let this happen?” You tried to calm Sam down, even though you want the pain to end. “Sammy, it is alright. It was not your fault. I told you I could handle this, and I did.” “Your shoulder is dislocated. How is that handling it?” Dean yelled at you, furious. Sam just gave him a look of ‘not now.’ Dean backed off. “I am sorry, guys. I didn’t know that he would catch on to us. I would have done things differently if I had known.” “This isn’t your fault, Y/N. He is dead, and you are safe. That is all that matters. Now, let’s get you home so we can fix you up.” You allowed Sam to carry you back to your place while you held tightly to him, placing your head in his neck and taking in the scent that was purely Sam.

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YOLO.exe - PART 1

> a Fatal_Error has Occurred Side Comic

> Non-canon Comic

> Next

This is the beginning of a very fun interaction ;)

For those who may not know/remember, this is Fresh_Hell :D

It’s important to note that this is the first non-canon side comic I’ve started- this isn’t actually part of the canon story. It’s more of a fun ‘what if’ scenario to explore. Even though he probably actually never would, what if Fresh decided to possess Fatal_Error? What would happen next?

I have several ideas for comics like these, but I can’t start some until certain parts of the canon story have happened, or else they won’t make any sense, or might spoil something in the main comic before we get to it. The same can be said for the canon side comics too - it’s all about timing. So comics like these might pop up from time to time, and update as we go along.

But anywho I’m rambling ^^

Peace out, brahs <3

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies!

i’ve never been the best at anything. ever. i wasn’t the best at math or even writing. i wasn’t the best runner and i wasn’t the best artist and i wasn’t the best listener. for a long time this sat inside of me, this resentment of my mediocrity. 

not being the best was the same thing as failure. 

but here’s the thing.i made a best friend in my freshman year because she knew more math than me and was patient enough to teach me. i couldn’t run but i hung back with the rest of the kids with asthma. my art never changed the world but it once made someone cry with joy as a birthday present. and my writing never made it to shelves but it carried me, and these bones, and my empty body, when nothing else sustained me.

the best sounds lovely indeed. but i was born me. and not being the best made me gentle and soft and loving. made me make friends who knew failure and who saw only the worst in themselves when i saw only gems. made me listen and learn and not be afraid of falling. made me try hard and cry and scream and beg the world to be nicer to me. but it also made me strong and capable and better at looking deep.

and here at the bottom, i found the best in mediocrity.

Please don’t die.
Not while
I’m still breathing.
Not while
My heart’s still beating.
We are strangers for now.
But maybe…
One day
Things will change.
One day
We will
Go back to how
Things used
To be.
Back to when
Things were simpler.
Whether it’s in a year
Or ten…
I will wait for you.
We have so much
More to do together.
I will be patient for you.
We have so much
More to live for.
You are too young
To die at an early age.
You will not live your life
To the fullest,
Until you live a life
With me.
—  We Need More Time
Writers aren’t so special, I think. They listen more. They spend their lives looking for stories. They don’t wait for them.
—  That’s the difference
The Hunter In Training~ Part Four

Summery: Reader liked all things Supernatural and knew so much about it. She never expected to use this knowledge anytime soon until the Winchesters showed up in her town after a werewolf attack. Reader decides she wants to be a hunter and helps the brothers in more ways than one!

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Word Count:2,294

Warnings: Fluff, smut (first attempt so bear with me), cliffhanger ending, unprotected sex (please be safe during sex)

A/N: This was going to be the final part to this series, but I found a way to keep it going for a little longer! Thank you to those that have gave me feedback and kept reading. I know for my first one i was nervous about the reactions, but you guys have been awesome!! Thank you, and enjoy. ;)

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Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Once they arrived at your apartment, Sam placed you on the couch. It hurt to move your arm because of the pain running up and down it. “Hey, take it easy. We will get you fixed up and good as new in no time.” “Sam, I am fine. Just…. Help pop it back into place.” “It is going to hurt.” “I know. That is why I am gonna need a stiff drink afterwards. I trust you, Sam.” The both of you started to laugh as Dean went to go get the whiskey you kept in the cabinet for times when you needed it. You were in pain, but you knew that Sam would fix everything. “Alright, on the count of three, I am going to move your arm. Are you ready?” “Go ahead. Please.” “One… two…..three.” you shrieked in pain as your shoulder was placed back into place. Sam held onto you until your breathing calmed back and went back to normal. Dean appeared from the kitchen with the bottle of whiskey and three glass. “Here. Drink this. It will make everything better.” You took the glass and downed it like a pro.

 Sam remained by your side, even after convincing him that you were feeling better. Sam kept looking at you with a mixed feeling a guilt and adoration. He was so scared that he could have lost you that he was afraid to leave your side now. You got up from the couch to go towards the kitchen. You were feeling better, so you decided to make a sandwich. You asked the boys if they wanted one, but they insisted that they were not hungry. As you sat at the table, you would periodically look up at Sam. You saw the hurt in his eyes when James attacked you and when you was apologizing to you for getting hurt. Underneath the hurt, you noticed something else. What was it? Love? Lust? You were not sure, but you that the connection you had with Sam was getting stronger. You have not been able to get him off of your mind. Even when you were trying to lead James on, all you could think about was Sam. You kept thinking about how much you wanted him: wanted to kiss his soft lips, wanted to explore his body with your hands and lips, wanted to see what he looked like under those clothes. You started to get uncomfortable, so you tried to focus on something else altogether.

After you cleaned up, you joined the boys in the living room. You sat in one of the chairs while they were sitting on the couch. Dean looked between Sam and you and could tell that there was some unfinished business between you two. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” “I am good. My shoulder is a little sore, but that is expected after all. Thank you guys again. I can’t imagine what he would have done if you hadn’t stepped in when you did.” “Well, we couldn’t stand by and watch him hurt you anymore. You are too important to us to lose.” “Thanks, Dean.” He smiled up at you. “Anytime, sweetheart. I am going to the bar down the street. Do you guys wanna join?” You thought about it, but you had experienced enough action that night, so you decided to stay home. “I would, but I think I have had enough action for one night. You guys go, though. Have a good time; you deserve it.” “Alright. Sammy, you coming?” Dean asked this question, but he already figured he knew the answer to it. Sammy looked at you and figured this would be the perfect time to tell you how he really feels. “I think I will stay here as well. I don’t feel much up for partying.” “Suit yourself. Don’t have too much fun without me.” At that, Dean left causing you to be alone for the first time with Sammy. You were nervous, but you figured that you would see what was on his mind. “Sammy, are you alright? You have been pretty quiet since we got back from the alley.” Sam kept his down with his jaw taught for what seemed like forever when he looked up at you. “Y/N, I was so scared that I was gonna lose you tonight. All I kept thinking was that it would have been my fault for not making sure that you were better prepared. My mind just wanted to focus on the negative even once you were safe from James. I hated how he was treating you, the way he talked to you. You didn’t deserve any of that.” 

You moved over to sit beside Sam when you saw that he started to cry. You took his hands in yours and squeezed them. “Hey, it is alright. Don’t blame yourself. There was nothing that you could have done. There was no way to have known that James was going to figure out that we were hunters. You did everything that you could. So, I got hurt. From what you have told me, that is normal to get hurt on hunts. I am here and safe because of you, Sammy.” “I… just… I didn’t want to lose you. I know that it seems too soon, but I am in love with you, Y/N. I have been since I first met you that day in the café.” “Wait, you noticed me in the café? I didn’t think that you saw me.” “I did. I thought that it was cute how you blushed and dropped your head because you were embarrassed.” You started smiling when you thought about what he said. “Sam, I am glad that you told me because I love you too.” You looked into his eyes and kissed him. This kiss was different than others you have experienced. This one was filled with love and passion along with a feeling of want. The two of you broke apart to catch your breaths. “What do you say we move this to the bedroom? I would love to show just how much I love you?” You would have never told him no because this was what you wanted so much. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

You led Sam towards her room. Once you got there, he closed the door and pressed your back against it. He started kissing you while running his fingers through your hair. You started walking him to the bed while removing your shirt. You removed your jeans while Sam watched you in just your black bra and panties. “Wow. You are so beautiful.” You walked toward him. “You have too many clothes on; I think we need to fix this.” He started to laugh while you helped remove his shirt and then his jeans. He laid you on the bed and ran his hands over your body. He caressed your cheek and placed kisses along your next down towards your breasts. He pulled down the cups to expose your nipples. He took one of them into his mouth while he took the other between his fingers. You moaned out sighs of pleasure that made Sam continue his exploring. You were enjoying this more than you ever have. No one has made you feel this way like Sam has and all he did was suck your breasts. After moving to the other nipple so that both received the same treatment, he started placing kisses done your belly. He ran his hands up and down your legs as you ran your hands through his luscious hair. “You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to hear my name as I make you cum for me.” You spread your legs to allow him better access to you. He reached up and placed his hand on the waistband of your panties and pulled them off. Sam slowly kissed up each thigh until he got close to your sweet spot. You were started to arch toward him once he licked your folds. He started out slow, then he delved deeper into you with his tongue. His breath on your clit made you want him more. The moans coming from you showed Sam that you were enjoying yourself. The vibrations of his moans on your clit made your hips raise up towards him. He held you down with one hand as he placed one then two fingers inside you. His thumb started to circle your clit. You were in such a state of ecstasy; he knew what he was doing. He pumped his fingers in you and made sure to get your g-spot every single time. “S-sam. Oh god. I am close.” “Cum for me, Y/N. I want to taste you on my tongue.” He kept licking your folds and pumping his fingers into you until your orgasm took over. Your pussy clutched around his hand and he licked up your juices as you came down from the best orgasm of your life. “Wow. I have never experienced an orgasm like that. You have a magical touch, Sammy.”

He went to hover over you while you looked down at you. You both smiled and kissed. He removed your bra as you removed his boxers. His cock was so hard that it was straining against the fabric. You began to stroke him before placing the tip of Sam’s cock into your mouth. You could taste the pre-cum as you licked the slit. “Fuck, Y/N. You are too good at this.” You began to bob up and down as you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Before you knew it, he was starting to twitch. This signaled that he was close to cumming. “Y/N, I am close, baby. I am gonna cum.” You sucked once more and swallowed his load. As you helped him through his orgasm, he pulled you up to kiss you. “I want to make love to you. I want to feel you inside me, Sammy. Please.” He rolled her on her back and used his knees to spread her legs. He was so big, but you were not worried because you knew that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Are you ready?” you shook your head because that all you could do. He slowly entered you and waited for you to adjust to his size. You began to move your hips towards him to signal that it was alright for him to move. He began to thrust in and out of you slowly, taking his time. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. He began to move faster once you moved your hips along with his. He was so gentle and passionate with you that you knew that you would never be with another man in your life. You loved this man right here, and you wanted to remain beside him in his arms forever. The two of you continued to move your hips together until you could feel the build-up inside you; the way Sam was moving, you could tell he was close too. the both of you whispered ‘I love you’ as he shot his load into you. You snuggled closer to him once the two of you came down from your love-making high.

As the two of you laid there in each other’s arms, you decided to ask about why they became hunters. “Hey, Sammy? Why did you and Dean become hunters?” Sam was quiet for a moment, debating on telling you the truth or not. He knew that you deserved to know the truth because he loved you and didn’t want you to go anywhere. “When I was a baby, a demon killed my mom. My dad sought revenge and became a hunter; my brother and I grew up in this life.” “Sam. That is so horrible. I am sorry that you lost your mother. That must have been tough growing up without her.” “It was, but Dean was the one who took care of me. I was not as close to my dad as Dean was.” “What about now? Are things better?” “He…died a few years back. It was hard on us, but we have managed to get past it.” “I can’t believe that you have lost both your parents. Is this why you kept going?” “Being hunters is our job; it is our way of life. We help people. This is what we were meant to do.” You hugged him tighter beginning to see why Sam was the way he was. After a few minutes, Sam felt it was your time to answer questions. “What about you, Y/N? How did you become interested in all of this?” “I was always one that preferred to read rather than hang out outside doing other things. I always had a thing for things that others didn’t believe in. my grandfather was the first one to get interested in the Supernatural. He would tell me stories, and I became fascinated. After he passed away, I continued learning about everything I could as a way to remain close to him.” You started to cry, so Sam wrapped you tighter in his arms. “I am sorry that you had to go through that.” “It is alright. I have had time to get past it; I still think of him from time to time, especially when I find out something interesting and want to tell him about it.” Sam could tell how much you cared about your grandfather and how much you missed him. He did not know what he did to deserve you in his life, but he knew that he was not ready to give you up. “I have an idea! Y/N, how would you like to come live with us, with me?”

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You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

- “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Tears seeped through the fabric of Ryou’s shirt and slender fingers dug into his back with a force he’d never thought Keith possessed. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. No support he could’ve offered. He could only wrap his own arms around the smaller figure and hold him.

It had been two months. Two months since Keith fled the constricting walls of the Galaxy Garrison and vanished into the cold desert night. Two months and twenty-two days since Iverson’s spokesman announced the Kerberos mission was a failure. Two months and twenty-nine days since the comms of his brother’s ship went dead.

Noone knew where Keith went that night, except for Ryou. There was only one place in the world Keith would seek out for shelter. It was the only place Takashi had never shared with his twin. Because it was their place. Their shelter. Keith and Shiro. Only them. And Ryou had respected that, content with the fact that his brother had finally found love, even if Takashi himself hadn’t known that back then.

Now that Takashi was gone, he couldn’t help but venture out into the desert more and more often. He felt adrift and numb, left in a state of levitation before reality would finally come crashing in. Always looking for that special place that held so many memories of his brother. The shack.

Packed with supplies - food, water, wool blankets, lamp oil, a notable stock of lighters and all the little things Keith may or may not need by now - Ryou had steered his black hoverbike away from the Garrison this morning and straight into the unforgiving heat of the desert. Always looking for that one spot on the map that still held some of his brother’s very soul. That one damned spot that Ryou knew he should never seek out. For it held the only tangible evidence of his brother’s death. His absence at Keith’s side. And he knew this would break him.

When he finally found the shack, he knew Keith was there before he even saw him in person. The red hoverbike, parked right infront of the small porch, gave him away. Its black twin’s engine purred and finally went silent under Ryou. Before Kerberos, before everything went down the drain, the red bike had belonged to Takashi. A gift, Ryou had made for him. He still remembered the face Taka made when he’d seen his birthday present. Now that day seemed eons away… Surreal and alien like memories of a life that belonged to somebody else.

Keith opened the front door before Ryou could even make it to the porch. And for one moment it seemed like the world had come to a halt, remembering that there was something missing, before it started turning again with cold, regardless indifference. Feigning ignorance towards two now incomplete and broken beings. The universe had greater things to take care of.

Seeing Ryou - the spitting image of his lost brother - must’ve been the last straw. Keith hadn’t cried. Not when Ryou had called him after the ship went silent, not when the announcement came that all crew members were believed to be dead. Not even when he had left the base. He had punched people. He had seethed with rage and he had broken things, but never cried. Now however…

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Now, after three months, shock and numbness, disbelief and repression finally faded… Keith cried.

And it broke Ryou…


So…. uh… this… this got out of hand? All I wanted was to express my headcanon that Ryou and Keith knew eachother from their time at the Garrison and that Ryou visited Keith after he got expelled. And that they both mourn Shiro together. But somehow I ended up writing way more than I had planned. xD Oh well…

The new trailer for s3 kinda left me adrift because WHAT THE FUCK. Why they keep doing this to me with every new season?! Where’s Shiro? Why’s he not in the trailer?! Why can’t we just… have him back and be save for once? Not knowing if my poor baby survives every new damn season has me stressing like fuck! So I felt like drawing Keith coping with losing Shiro. And then I ended up drawing this and feeling bad for poor Keith! Now I feel like I want to cry my eyes out…

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 


at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 


the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

One of the things I loved most about Wonder Woman was how the thing that made Diana a superhero was her compassion and her love for others – for her Amazonian family, for Steve, for all of humanity.

All the traits we are told and socialized to see as traditionally feminine? They were Diana’s strength and her motivation for being Wonder Woman.

The movie never fell into the trap that so many do, writing “Strong Female Characters TM,” the writing of whom generally preoccupied with cutting all their ties to traditionally feminine traits and comparing them more with their male counterparts.

No. Here, when Diana steps into No Man’s Land, it’s because she can’t put aside the horrors that she’s seeing. Her compassion for the affected townspeople and their fate moves her to take action when “no man” can.

And the significance shouldn’t be lost on anyone that the villain she defeats at the end is Ares. Mars in roman mythology – yes, that same Mars we associate with the male symbol, the embodiment of traditional masculinity.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. That’s how the saying goes, right?

Though they’re reasonably well-matched in combat, Diana can’t get an edge over him until she truly connects with the love she feels for Steve and for the world. And that love and compassion and all her traditionally feminine traits are what allows her to win.

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows.” he started. “Sometimes the moon doesn’t appear, sometimes there’s no single star to see. Sometimes the sun shines so bright, sometimes the sky is so blue. Sometimes there’s the moon, surrounded by stars twinkling that it makes the night sky wonderful.” he looked up knowing that she’s curiously staring at him. Thinking what he was trying to say. “But I just thought that maybe feelings don’t completely fade away, we just realized that there were so many shades of it. That sometimes we feel different things with different people.” he finally turned at her with his eyes. Showing her his genuine understanding. Then he uttered, “And I just found out that there’s something deeper. There’s something more to what you made me feel.
—  ma.c.a // Shades of Us
The Hunter In Training~Part Two

Summery: Reader liked all things Supernatural and knew so much. She never expected to use this knowledge anytime soon until the Winchesters showed up in her town after a werewolf attack. Reader decides she wants to be a hunter and helps the brothers in more than one way. 

Pairing: (Eventual) Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,381

Warnings: a bit of fluff, Dean being stubborn (not that this is a warning)

A/N: This is part two of my first FanFic series. I got a lot of great feedback on the first part, and this idea came to me this morning, so here it is. I hope you like it. There is going to be about two more parts to this (is my hope). Feedback is greatly appreciated. Tags are at the end. Message me if you would like to be tagged in this or other works. Thanks!

Originally posted by hunterchesters

It had been two days, and the three of you could not find out who the werewolf was in town. You knew that he or she was still around because Sam and Dean investigated two more bodies. The only thing in common between the victims was the missing of the heart. You were researching more at your place about werewolves and why someone would choose to kill here of all places. You knew that all the victims were good people and didn’t deserve to die which made you want to find the son of a bitch and kill him before anyone else died. When the brothers returned from their interviews at the latest crime scene, you decided to ask them more about what they do. “Hey, Y/N, how is the research coming?” “It is coming along. I still cannot seem to find why the werewolf chose the people he did to kill. I, mean, they didn’t deserve this. They were good people.” You started to cry, but Sam came over to comfort you. “Hey, now Y/N, it is alright. We will get to the bottom of this before anyone else dies. I promise.” “Thanks Sam.” You let him wrap you in a hug while you got yourself back under control. Once he got up to go stand by Dean, you immediately felt his absence and wanted him back beside you. You knew that you shouldn’t be this attached to someone that you had only known for three days, but you knew that you felt something for this hunter.

You knew that Sam and Dean meant what they said about finding the person responsible and killing them. You just knew that you needed to help because you wanted whoever was responsible to feel what it was like to take away a life that didn’t deserve to be taken. You wanted to see what it took to kill a werewolf. “Guys, I know that I was only to help with research, but I want to know more about hunters.” “Y/N, why do you want to know more about us?” “I want to know how you kill werewolves among other things. I want to know why you guys do this.” “It is a long story about why we do what we do. As for killing werewolves, why don’t you let us take care of that.” “No, Dean. I am in this just as much as you are. I knew these people that died. I want this person who did this to pay. I want to go with you guys to hunt and kill it.” “I don’t think that is a good idea since you know nothing about hunting.” “Then teach me. Show me what I need to do, and I will do it.” “Absolutely not, sweetheart. No way am I letting you get into harm’s way when there is no reason for it.” You knew that Dean meant no when he said it, but you were certain that if you had the connection with Sam that you felt you two had that you might be able to convince him to train you as a hunter.

You looked over at Sam with your pleading, soft y/e/c eyes in hopes that he would give into you. “Sam, please. I want to help take this fucker down. I deserve that at least to get revenge for my friends and neighbors. Please show me what it takes to be a hunter. I want to do what you do. I know that I have read everything that I possibly can on anything Supernatural, and I always knew that there would be a purpose for me knowing this stuff. I feel it was because I was to become a hunter. I have the books smarts, now I just need the fighting part down. Sam, I am a quick learner and I will do everything you say, I promise. Please just give me a chance, please?” Sam just stood there looking into those beautiful y/e/c eyes that drove him wild. He didn’t want to tell you no because he could see how much you wanted this. Plus, he had a feeling that after the proper training, you would make a pretty decent hunter. At least this is what he wanted. He wanted any reason to get close to you because he felt this connection to you the moment that he saw you in that café his first day in town. He noticed you staring at him and then dropping your head. He was sad to be leaving without finding out your name until the werewolf attack. Then, when you came up to them that day to tell them about Joey, his heart swelled. He knew that his life had just changed forever.

Sam looked over at Dean with a pleading look. “Sam, no. It is too dangerous for her. She might get killed.” “That is why we train her. She said it herself that she is a quick learner. C’mon, Dean, at least give her a chance. I feel she can make one hell of a hunter if we let her.” Dean looked between you and his brother. He could not believe that he was even considering this, but he could see how much you wanted this and how his little brother was dead set on giving this to you. “Fine, but one screw up that can cost any of us a life, and she is done. You hear me?” Sam and Y/N looked at each other and smiled. “Thank you, Dean. I promise not to let you down.” You ran over to give him a hug. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for later.” Dean winked at you as you left his arms to go stand beside the table in the kitchen.

“Alright, so I know that the legends say that werewolves can be killed with silver. Is this true?” “Yes. We usually tend to use silver bullets right through the heart.” “And that works?” “Yeah, as long as you don’t miss. Have you ever shot a gun before?” “No. I have never needed a reason to before now.” You hung your head in shame because you were not more prepared for this situation. “Alright, then we need to show you. Come with me.” You followed Dean to your backyard where he proceeded to show you how to load a gun and shoot it. You didn’t notice, but Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time. He just kept thinking about his feelings for you and how he hoped this worked out because he didn’t know what he would do if he lost you.

 After about twenty minutes, you had the hang of aiming and shooting a gun. Dean seemed to be very impressed with how fast you were learning. Sam could see how proud you were that you were getting the hang of it that he couldn’t stop smiling. Sam decided to join them in the yard. “Well, it seems Y/N is better than we took her to be. I think she is ready to try out the other weapons we use.” “Here, Y/N, take this.” “What is it?” “It is an angel blade. It usually can kill anything, including angels.” “Wait, you mean you guys kill angels too? Next, you will say demons as well.” “Well….” “Wow. That is unbelievable. Who did I get mixed up with?” “Just people who tend to save others. It is kind of what we do.” You were getting more and more excited the more you learned about their lives as hunters. They spent hours showing you how to use the angel and demon blades along with some fighting moves in case you need to use them in a confrontation. The brothers even went as far as making you fake ids so you could come to crime scenes with them as an FBI agent. You should have been overwhelmed, but deep inside, you felt like you were in the right place. You knew that this is what you were meant to be: a hunter fighting along the Winchesters! What could be a better way to spend your days than helping people from the things that most would not believe to exist. Yes, this is where you wanted to be: this was perfect.  

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Teacher picked on me for being autistic, I got her fired.

When I was in 4th grade, i had a teacher named Mrs. Seeles (Like Seals). She was regarded as one of the kindest teachers in our school, to everyone. Everyone but me. I had quite a few learning disabilities that made much of her class confusing and hard to keep up with, especially with the way she taught. She would go over one thing and then have a test on it the next day to see if we learned it, which i always did bad on. 

Now, I was no means a perfect student. But I did my work without complaining, I did homework like i should. My best friend at the time, Jack, would attest to this, as he liked to copy things off my work because he was a sneaky kid. We sat next to each other so it wasnt very hard to get answers from one another. We were both boys so it got a little excitable sometimes and rowdy (not to mention we like-liked each other)

Mrs. Seeles didnt like our friendship in the least, and would always snap at us, more specifically me because i was seen as an easy target. I would never speak up against it or try to do anything, unlike Jack who would demand that we werent doing anything wrong. So she decided to focus in on me instead.

Whenever I passed in class work or homework, she wouldnt grade it. I would get bad reports home saying how I wasnt doing what I was supposed to be doing. All in all, my parents believed her more over me because they never trusted me to begin with. So Jack and I plotted. 

Being only in 4th grade, it wasnt the best plan, but it worked. I would do my work, then Jack would write the exact same things as I did. We did this for months. I would recieve bad grades while Jack excelled in his. We got the papers back. We stored them away.

Near the halfway part of the semesters, We both brought this up to our parents. We called each other on the home phones and explained what had been going on. How Jack would copy my work and Pass it in just like I did, but I never got the credit. We showed them the papers, which were exactly identical. Mine were marked wrong, Jacks were marked right.

My parents were furious. Because of that teacher their child was failing the 4th grade. They threw a fit over at the school board council, gave them complete hell. Within the week, Mrs. Seeles was packed up and leaving the school.

The new teacher that replaced her was wonderful. I went from failing to As in weeks. 

Fun Fact: I actually stopped doing a lot of my homework because of Mrs. Seeles because why do it if it wont be graded? That problem developed heavily into my mind and its been a problem ever since. hope your happy. Graduating from High School this year, going into Theatrical Arts College.