@thecharmedburrowspn-files (another, because she loves drunk!Morgan): A Rebekoline prompt! In which Rebekah loathes superstar Caroline Forbes, but can’t resist a job offer as a stunt double. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all?
Thanks for the prompt!
She knew it when she fell from the rock face, she was in the wrong position. Landing against the mats, a screaming pain in her shoulder caused Rebekah to choke on her own screams. Instead, she grunted into the blue plush.
“Rebekah!” a familiar voice called, the sound of stilettos on pavement running toward her. “Don’t just stand there, get the paramedic!”
Caroline fucking Forbes fell on her knees, gently tending to Rebekah’s injury; it just made the younger girl hate her more. Super famous and kind to boot, she was the sunny Southern belle that the world adored. Rebekah had never understood the draw, so much happiness just irked.
But with the shaking hands that tried to soothe her own hurt, maybe she could see what the world did - if only for a moment. “You’re going to be fine,” Caroline promised, her hands stroking back Rebekah’s hair. “And the paramedic is super cute, if it helps.”
Pulling her head into her lap, Caroline tried to continue her comforting. “I’ll make sure to have plenty of your favorite booze at craft services, it’s that Grey Goose cocktail, right?”
Rebekah nudged her head against the smooth legs, trying not to notice how nice it felt to be cared for so ardently. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Do you have to be so irritatingly nice?”
“Yes,” Caroline answered right away, only making Rebekah like her more. “Get used to it.”
Niall: I think people were a little bit shocked by it, by the song and that. I don’t think so at all. I think that’s very Harry and I really enjoy it. I really like it. It’s a great song, I was listening to it earlier, actually, in the car. Um, yeah, it’s just very very Harry. And his SNL thing was brilliant. [laughing] it was very fun– that impression of Mick Jagger was genius.
DW: You’ve a lot to live up to there.
Niall: Ah, shut [laughing]. Yeah, so um, yeah! Just good times!
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“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.
“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?
As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.
Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.
What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.
It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.
He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.
You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.
“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding. I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.
“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”
“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”
“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.
“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.
You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”
“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”
A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.
“What?” You hissed at him.
“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.
“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.
“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.
“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”
“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.
“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.
“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.
Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.
“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.
Anxiety was curled up on the couch in the common room listening to music. He was still processing the events of the day, being changed so much. He smiled a little and patted his bangs.
At least he had them back.
Anxiety was suddenly made aware of the three figures standing in the doorway, staring at him. They were smiling.
He lifted his headphones from his ears and dropped them around his neck, waiting for one of them to say something.
“So…,” Roman started “You were pretty adorable as Talyn, hm?”
“No. No, I’m done with shape-shifting right now.” Anxiety held his hands up defensively.
“Ooh! How about Terrance?” Patton clapped his hands.
“Joan?” Logan asked.
“Okay, but you have to admit Valerie is fun!” Roman grinned.
“No! No shapeshifting!” Anxiety pushed back into the couch as the others approached, “No! Get back! I’m no-”
Anxiety stopped short, realizing his voice had changed. He looked down and recognized Joan’s outfit.
“Awe! Joan really suits you! And that eyeshadow!” Patton squealed.
“I must admit that I am inclined to agree.” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.
“I said no! How hard is that to understand!?” Anxiety demanded, standing up. He was now shorter than the others which only elicited more coos of endearment.
“Oh, alright! Besides, I preferred you at Talyn!” Roman said, flicking his wrist to change Anxiety’s form again.
Anxiety felt a wave of nausea, and panic bubbling in his gut. No, not his gut. This isn’t his body. This isn’t him. Who was he? Not this.
“G-guys. Stop.” He choked.
“Anxiety is right, afterall Valerie was a much better fit.” Logic smirked, changing Anxiety again at the nod of his head
No. Nononononono. What’s going on?
They’re changing your form.
Because they like you better this way.
Not the regular way?
No, that version disgusts them. You disgust them.
I disgust them. Why else would they change me?
Now you’re getting it.
Anxiety tried to shove Logan aside to get to his room, to get away, but he was considerable smaller now. He was no longer any match to Logan.
“Guys! We’re forgetting Terrence!” Roman said excitedly, changing Anxiety again.
Anxiety couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He had to sit down.
“Now? But they’re watching.
You’re going to faint.
No. No, I can make it.” Anxiety mumbled to himself, completely unaware he was speaking out loud now.
“Make it where?” Logan asked.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-” Anxiety tried to move by again, but Roman grabbed his wrists.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Anxiety yelled and ripped his arms away. “Me? But not me. I’m not me. Who am I? Wh-who am I? Don’t touch me. This isn’t me. Who is this?” Anxiety continued to ramble as his eyes began to glaze over. He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.
“What’s happening!?” Roman yelled worriedly, and flinched when Anxiety jumped, surprised by the sounds as if he had forgotten he wasn’t alone. Anxiety continued mumbling to himself like he hadn’t been interrupted, but now he was rocking.
“We set off a panic attack!” Logan tried to state calmly, but the panic was clinging to his words. “We need to calm him down!”
“How?!” Roman yelled again, pacing.
“Change him back!” Patton yelled, but was already doing it himself.
Anxiety felt a wave of familiarity. But why was it familiar? What’s happening?
He looked down
“…me?” he whispered.
“Yes! Yes, it’s you Anxiety!” Patton exclaimed dropping to the floor and after his breathing calmed Patton tried to pull Anxiety into a hug.
“Don’t touch me!” Anxiety snapped “It’s bad enough you don’t like me the way I am, you don’t also have to pity me!”
He tried to stand and storm off to his room, but ended up stumbling and crashing into Roman, who reacted by immediately steadying him.
“Let go of me.” Anxiety snarled, and pushed off of Roman’s chest.
Roman let go and Anxiety ran to his bedroom, trying to ignore the pricks of tears in his eyes.
He knew that they hated him. He just didn’t know the extent of it.
A/N: I don’t know where all this fluff is coming from, but ya’ll better enjoy it while it lasts. ;)
The gentle rocking of the Impala lulled you to sleep as it sped down the darkened highway. You’d gotten used to this over the past few months, the constant grueling schedule of hunting broken up by hours of mindless driving. The backseat had become your home. The cracked leather upholstery your bed; the windowsill your pillow. How strange to find comfort in the low vibrations that rattled through the door as you pressed your forehead against the glass.
As you drove on, the clear sky became even darker as rain clouds extinguished the stars and a light rain began to fall. Droplets crashed into your window and chased each other silently across your vision, pushed on by the wind and the speed of the car. Dean flipped on the wipers, their rhythmic swoosh adding another layer to the soothing noises around you. The tapping of rain on the metal hood, the roaring groan of the engine, Sam’s fingers scanning and then turning each page in the book on his lap, Dean’s hands quietly drumming on the steering wheel. These were the sounds you loved most, sounds that calmed you, allowed you to relax and let the tension fall from your shoulders, if only for a little while. With a deep, contented sigh you let your eyes fall closed and you tucked your arms around yourself, drifting slowly into slumber.