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On The Door Step - part 1

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.


Warning: Slight season 10/11 spoilers, moody teenager, cursing, angry Dean, mentions of character death

Words:  1,332

A/N: Hi again, just wanted to thank everyone for the notes on the prologue. After a while of thinking over the story, I have discovered what I wish to do with it! And I apologize in advance for long periods between posts. Enjoy!

My bare feet feel cold against the bunker’s tile floor as I make my way to the kitchen in the dark. The sleeves of the huge hoodie Sam bought me last Christmas cover my hands, keeping them warm from the chilly air. Expecting to see my brothers sitting at the table, their faces glued to computer screens and bodies jittery from caffeine, my heart sinks closer to my stomach when I find the kitchen empty.

“Where the hell are you?” I breathe into the empty space.

I check my phone, reloading my messages. Nothing. Radio silence.

Sam left me at the bunker a week ago, telling me he had to stop Dean from doing something stupid again. He’d given me a hug, a kiss on the forehead and then rushed out the door in a blur. Other than a message explaining how I have to stay in the bunker and that they’ll call me out of school until further notice three days ago, there’s been nothing.

Balling the ends of my sleeve into my hands, I cross my arms and sink into the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. The dark thoughts I have been fighting so hard to keep back come creeping back in.

I haven’t even heard anything from Castiel or Charlie… At least one of them would give me some kind of update.

I run my fingers through my hair, slightly pulling at the strands as I can feel the tears weld up in my eyes. They can’t be dead. They’re Winchesters.

Just as I’m edging on the ledge of an anxiety attack, my phone lights up and vibrates against the tile floor. I scramble to pick it up, dropping it in the process of switching the small green icon to answer the call from Sam.

“Sammy?” I ask weakly, biting on my thumbnail and hoping it’s not an officer calling me because they found their bodies.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sam says calmly and releasing a sigh. “I’ve been meaning to call, but things have been… busy.”

I roll my eyes. They’re always hiding things, or trying to hide things from me. They dropped me off at a library before they asked the man who cut off his arm questions and they also tried to cover up the fact that that man’s family was going to burn the bunker to the ground (I wasn’t home for that either, they thought it would be best to drop me off at Jody’s for the weekend).

They can never tell me everything.

“Is Dean okay? And have you heard anything from Charlie, she hasn’t been answering.”

Sam takes a moment to breathe deeply, and I can just imagine how tired and stressed he looks. A heartbeat later, Sam’s ready to talk.

“(Y/N), Charlie’s dead.”

“What?! When?!”

“She’s been dead for a couple of weeks, (Y/N/N).” Tears well up in my eyes, and I have to fight them from falling. “Dean killed the men that did it.”

Of course he did.

“Castiel isn’t doing to well, but the three of us will be home soon.” With that, Sam hangs up and I close my eyes as a few tears trail down my cheek. She was my best friend. How could they not tell me? How come it took so long to tell me?!

I can feel the slow simmer of my blood beneath my flesh and my eyes flicker to the digital clock on my phone’s screen. I have an hour to get to school.

My fingers hold the ice pack against my eye lid as my body shifts in the chair across from the principal’s office door. The secretary judges me from her thick pink rimmed glasses, and I glare back at her in response. My leg bounces with the left over adrenaline from the fight that had just taken place in my math class. To be honest, I don’t know the kid that I started this fight with, I’m not even sure he deserved it, but I had to do something.

“Winchester,” Principal Young calls from her office door, just as Dean and Sam walk into the front office. They both catch the eye of the secretary, and I snicker as she ogles at them. Dean glares at me, silently asking me if I think this is funny (he’s completely unaware of the old woman practically drooling over them). 

I quickly make my way to the small office and take a seat in front of the wooden desk, my hands between my legs and my head ducked down. Young takes his seat at the desk, pointing to the other two uncomfortable chairs for my brothers to sit. Once they do, he sets to work, explaining that I have one last chance to clean up my act or I’ll be expelled.

Young finishes by giving the same spiel that he’s given me before. “You’re a good student,” “You have good grade, you just need a better attitude.” The same tune… yadda yadda.

Frustrated, I drop kick the ice pack into the parking lot once we were excused. Dean is the first to speak up.

“So, what? We come home and you decide you just have to punch the first kid you see?” He hollers, tossing my book bag at me. My bag drops to the concrete, the zipper undoing and spilling the contents. I watch the blank notebook papers dance in the air, tucking my hair behind my ears before bending down to pick it up.


“No, Sam! I wanna know!” Dean continues to yell, tossing his hands up. “Every time we’re gone, you’re “the best student of the school” but when we’re here, you seem to lose your fucking mind!” 

“Dean!” Sam shouts at our brother, pulling on his shoulder to force him to stop. “You’re making it worse.”

My body feels extremely warm and my cheeks are damp with tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding. My stomach clenches tight and my vision blurs with the unsheded salty water and my shoulders quiver and the palms of my hands dig into my eyes as the reality really sets in that Charlie is gone.

“(Y/N)?” Dean kneels down and places a hand on my shoulder.

“I miss her,” I meet his eyes, my voice quivering. I haven’t cried this hard since Sam dragged Dean’s wounded body to his room, telling me that Metatron killed him.

Dean pulls me into his chest, my fingers wrapping tightly around the flannel. Dean hugs me tight, smoothing out my hair, mumbling, “I miss her too.”

After several long minutes of my brothers giving me hugs, Sam walks me to the car with me tucked under his arm, promising me that we’ll get back to the bunker and we’ll sit down and watch whatever movie I want. No matter how cheesy and romantic it is, we’ll watch it.

Castiel greets me with a weak smile as I take my spot in the back of the Impala, and my eyes drift to the cuffs around his wrist. My eyebrows raise, “why is he cuffed?”

“Rowena did something,” Sam answers bluntly. “We’re taking precautions.” Nodding along to Sam’s words, I tuck my bag between the seats and smile at Cas.

“Would you like me to heal that?” Castiel huffs out, slowly raising a hand towards his own eye. Before I can speak, Dean interrupts.

“Cas, you need your strength.” Cas seems to ignore my brother, still watching me as he waits for an answer.

“No, I’m good.” I sniffle, forcing a large smile. “It adds character anyways.”

Castiel smiles weakly before resting his head back and slightly closing his eyes. Dean speeds out of the parking lot, Sam grumbling something underneath his breath, and I lean back into the seat, my eyes growing heavy as I watch the trees pass by.

I’ll never forget you, Charlie. I close my eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she can hear me wherever she is.


anonymous asked:

Chocobros S/O gets possessed in battle and turns on them trying to attack them? D: I love your blog!

Thank you so much for stopping by! Ignis in this one was kind hard but I love a challenge! Yet I hope it’s good! <3


“Move!” You barked tackling the man before you, only to freeze in place as you felt what could only be described a mucus cover you from head to toe. You entire body felt heavy than, nothing, you felt nothing at all.


Only able to move your head in jerky motions, hearing a faint whisper in your head to go on the offensive against your companions.

“Y/N?” Noctis called, as you rose your hand, summoning a spear from his magic, as you approached him. “Y/N! What’s wrong!”

“It appears that whatever that bile is on them has taken control of their body.” Ignis stated, summoning a spear of his own to block your attack on the Prince.

Kill him! Kill him! He smells of magic, kill that one!

The voice hissed repeatedly, as you spun, slamming the hilt into Ignis’ solar plex, knocking the wind out of him as he stumbled back. Spinning last moment to grab Gladiolus by the forearm as you tossed the large man over your shoulder. Surprising you both, as you knew there was no way at all you had enough strength to throw the man around like a rag doll.

“Prompto, don’t!” Noctis called.

You tilted your head, the only part of you, you could control, as you turned it slightly, showing Prompto’s gun raised.  Another sick disturbing tilt of your head you face Noctis again as you quickly rushed the Prince, your speed obviously increased, as you slammed into the young man with your spear, he managed to pull up a sword to block you.

“What are we supposed to do?” Prompto’s panicked shrieked reached your ears. “She’s the only one who’s versed in Deamons.”

You slammed the spear repeatedly into the sword, blocking you, watching as Noctis remained on the defense, never once attempting to hurt you in return. Another downward slam into the sword, resulted in the spear becoming stuck to the blade, your eyes locking with Noctis, as you strained out.


“Y/N! Are you still in there? What are we supposed to do?”

You noticed the panic in his blue eyes, as you glanced around, noticing the underground spring not far from where you both were. Going to open your mouth to speak again, you found your teeth actually clenched shut, this gunk was now spreading to your face.  Your eyes darting toward the fountain, as your body suddenly released the spear, going at the Prince with your bare hands. Every so often you managed to turn your head toward the spring, trying to get it across to the man.

“Noct, she’s pointing toward the spring!” Ignis yelled.

FINALLY! You thought, only to feel your body jump away from the Prince, turning to run further away, only to gasp as Noctis warpped before you. You went to throw a punch, but only found yourself being engulfed by Noctis’ arms.



One moment you were standing embraced by the Prince, the next you were sent flying with Noctis by Gladiolus, sinking into the spring. The ice cold water washing away the bile surrounding you, as your body immediately went into shock, your limbs freezing as you felt yourself sinking further down. Only to suddenly feel a tug on your arm, as you noticed the figure of your boyfriend dragging you behind him as he kicked up to the surface.

Both of you breaking the surface, as you gasped loudly, your body still frozen as the bile moved off of you, Noctis wading the water to keep you both afloat.  Pushing your hair from your face, as he held you up with his other arm.

“Y/N, y/n, are you okay?” He panicked.

You shook your hair plastered to your face out the way as you smiled brightly, “You finally got it!”

Noctis gave you a lazy smile, “Can you move?”

“No, the shock from the water, and that gunk put my body in state, I’ll be out for another 5 to 10 minutes.” You replied, as he handed you over to Gladiolus, while Prompto and Ignis helped him out, the Prince shrugging off Ignis as he walked over to you cradled in Gladiolus’ arms. “We should keep going, that things bile won’t work on anyone else.”

“Just rest for a bit, we’ll get out of this.” Noctis smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, as he turned leading the way out of the maze.


You froze, whatever that deamon spit over you was making your body tense uncontrollably, and made your body hot. Extremely so, letting out a shriek you collapsed to your knees, cradling in on yourself, as the creature moved back into the shadows of the cave with a hiss.

“Y/n!” Prompto called.

“Stay back!” You yell, only to scream in pain, as the spit moved up to your head, creating some sort of false eyepatch over your left eye, leaving only your right eye open to look at the world around. Your body moving to stand without your command.

“Y/n, are you still in there?” Ignis called.

“I can’t, I can’t control my body.” You panic, as your body moved forward toward Noctis, raising your hand as one of Prompto’s guns appeared, aiming it toward the Prince, as you let out a warning “Noct, move!”

On cue the Prince dodged out the way, as you fired where he once stood. Praising the Six that you were such a horrid shot, your body swinging as you were brought face to face with Prompto holding both his guns at you, both of you staring each other down.

“I don’t know what you are, but you need to leave my girlfriend now!”

Yoru heart fluttered, Prompto sounded so cool, only to gasp as that growling voice echoed in your head again. “Prompto, your left!” You scream, as a large black limb reached out, going to grab the blonde, only for Gladiolus to slash it away. “Ignis!” You call, as your body turned to aim and fire at the man who tried to sneak up on you.

The tall man managed to dodge out the way, as you pulled the trigger, only for the bullet to ricochet off a rock behind him. Your body moving to take aim at Ignis again, only for the gun to be shot out your hand, by Prompto.

“I said get the hell out of my girlfriend!” Prompto barked, to the empty cave, as the creature attempted to fight off the other 3 men currently launching around deflecting any and all attacks coming at the two of you.

You gasped, as your body begun to move forward, stopping just short of the barrel of Prompto’s gun, as you pressed it against your head.

“Prompto,” You groaned softly, noticing the creature had stopped fighting the others, only to pull itself back into the shadows. “Shoot.”

“Y/n, what?” Prompto’s blue eyes widen in shock confusion.

“Prompto,” You pleaded as you stared in his eyes leaning further into the muzzle of the gun, closing your eyes as you smiled softly.

“I’m not…what are you? I’m not going to shoot you.” Prompto stuttered, moving back only for you to step forward to press the muzzle against your forehead again.

“Prompt, please.” You begged again. “This thing isn’t going to stop until one of us is no longer standing. Kill one to save the other, right?”

Prompto’s eyes dashed around, before a look of determination appeared on his face, his finger moving to the trigger, as you closed your eyes. Your body flinching as you heard a loud bang, followed by a body hitting the ground.

Opening your eyes, as you turned seeing the creature that had slimed you was doing exactly what you thought it was going to do. Sneak up behind you and then try to eat the both of you, yet at the last moment the blonde turn his gun shooting it through the head. Only to turn back around, as Prompto hugged you tightly.

“Please don’t ever ask me to do that again.” He muttered against your hair, as the hardened gunk fell from your face.  

You smile softly, as you place a hand on the back of his head, “I won’t, I promise.”


“You alright, babe?” Gladiolus called as you wiped the gunk from your mouth, spitting out whatever remained of it.

“Gross!” You gagged, as you remained hacking up the bile. “I’m going to rip it’s head off!” You barked, as you rush toward Gladiolus, “Give me a boost, I’m going for the head.”

Gladiolus chuckled as he cupped his hands, launching you in the air, a move you had performed hundreds of times before. Summoning you large axe in hand, as you spun mid air, slashing the throat of the deamon open, as it gave a gurgle, collapsing to the ground dead before you could land in Gladiolus’’ arms.

“Were we even needed?” Prompto inquired, as your huge boyfriend sat you down.

“This just means I get first dibs on a shower,” You stated, as you nudged Prompto playfully, “Since someone enjoys using up all the hotwater.”

“Beauty like this doesn’t just happen in 10 minutes.” Prompto pouted playfully.

You couldn’t contain the sigh as you laid out across the large full bed beside Gladio, how long was it since you had a nice bath, and got to sleep in a nice warm bed, instead of partially on top of Gladiolus to not freeze to death on the cold unforgiving ground.

“Someone’s happy.” Gladiolus chuckled, as he pulled you closer to him.

“Nice bath, and Prompto didn’t use up all the hot water.” You laugh, to the blonde currently starfished across the other bed, with Noctis. 

You always wondered how they shared a bed, considering it was a starfish battle anytime they got a room, and you learned after sleeping with them the one time Gladiolus’ snoring got too bad that you were better off getting use to the snoring.

“That’s good.” Gladiolus chuckled, placing a kiss to your cheek, now that you were no longer covered in gunk, he was all over you.  “Night babe.”

“Night Gladdy.” You purr.

Only to snap awake from a growing growl in your ear, turning over as you letting out a blood curling scream at the large creature beside you. Taking a note from Gladiolus’ book as you swung first, questions later.  Well, actually headbutting the creature in the nose, flipping back as you stumbled from your bed.

You were at a campsite, but you could have sworn you were asleep in a nice warm hotel room. “Gladiolus! Noctis!” You gasp in horror as you spun around trying to get your bearings. “Ignis, Prompto!”

When no one came to back you up, you bolted left through a strange archway into a strange clearing of trees. Your bare feet, slamming against the strangely comfortable grass. Glancing over your shoulder, as you ran up hill. 

Finding yourself atop of a cliff, glancing around as you gasped, how much like a romantic novel, a lonely heroine on a cliff side.

Had you notice, your back up actually had come with you. Gladiolus and the others were torn from their sleep, when you screamed, and the poor big guy was thrown off guard when you suddenly headbutted him. Only to quickly chase you out into the hallway, and than up to the roof.

“You wanna fucking go, let’s go!” You bark, summoning your large axe in hand, as you stared at the four creatures staring you down. Swinging a large arch, as two of the creatures dodged out the way.

“What the hell, y/n?” Prompto gasped, as he and Noctis barely jumped out the way of your axe.

“Gladio, look at her eyes.” Ignis called.

“Babe, listen, it’s me.”

“Where are the others!” You yell, as the large creature attempted to approach you, growling as it caught your axe when you swung. Glancing around yourself, as you noticed the others slowly approaching you to corner you on the cliff. Looking over your shoulder, as you chuckled, before leaping off.

“Y/N!” Gladiolus yelled, jumping after you.

You gasped as the cold water surrounded you, surprised that the spring water was so gross and tasted very much like chlorine. Only to quickly swim away as the largest creature dove in after you, reaching out to you. Pulling yourself from the water, you quickly summoned, a shield, it was a larger one, but you needed to protect yourself from this huge thing.

“Y/N! What’s gotten into you?” Gladiolus yelled as he watched you swing the shield at him.  Only to quickly grab it, as you swung it around again.

You grunted as the creature grabbed your shield, yet you were prepared, jumping up off the shield you, kicked out, only for the creature to block. Again you struck out, again it was blocked, it was like the damn thing could read your mind!  Only to shriek as it grabbed your arm pulling you up and off the ground.

“Gladio, earlier, with the deamon, Y/N got some of that gunk in her mouth!” Noctis called.

Gladio turned toward you, as he groaned, “Sorry about this babe.”

You remained giving your fight, only to grunt in unexpected pain, as you felt a strong jolt to your gut as the creature dropped you to land on your hands and knees. Heaving hard, you let out a cough quickly followed by all of your  dinner to come up.  

“Sorry about that babe.”

Turning watery eyes to the creature beside you, you noticed as the monster became your boyfriend.  “Gladdy, what the hell?”

“That.” Ignis called tossing a dagger into a slug like creature trying to crawl away.

You moved to shaky legs, leaning against Gladiolus for support, “That was in me?” You gag, pulling a face.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Ignis stated.

You could feel the color draining from your face, “…I’m gonna vomit.”

“You kind of already…oh you mean for real.” Prompto stated as you ran over to a nearby planter, vomiting up whatever remained in your system.

Gladiolus chuckled as he walked over placing a large hand on your back, as he knelt beside you, “You put up a fight, you almost had me.” He replied, only to laugh loudly as you rose a hand in the direction his voice was coming from, flipping him off.


The moment that bile hit you, you immediately collapsed to the ground, your legs no longer willing to support you.

“Y/N!” Ignis gasped in shock.

A large shadow hovered over you, only to feel Ignis leap into you, moving into a tucked roll as he moved you both away from the deamon coming towards you. The jerking movement of the man moving you out a of harm’s way only, seemed to give your body the restart it needed.

“Thank you, love.” You cooed, as you summoned a spear, moving back into the fray, the large centipede like creature turned to look at you, before quickly burying itself in the ground.

“Where’s it going?” Gladiolus growled.

“Hopefully to never bother us again.” Prompto groaned.

“If we want that reward, we’ll have to follow it.” Ignis stated, as both Prompto and Noctis let out groans in disbelief that the man would even suggest it. “Shall we?”

You giggle at the two youngest members of your party, groaning in protest, turning on their lights as you all moved through the dark cave. Moving slowly as you gain closer and closer to what you assumed was the nest.  

Almost running into the back of Noctis, when he stopped, feeling something land on his head.

“Please tell me it’s a leaf.” Noctis groaned, as you stepped forward, noticing it was in fact not a leaf but a rather large bug.

“Nah, it’s a huge,”

“Leaf!” You called, cutting off Gladiolus as you picked the creature up, tossing it away from your group as you turned to the taller man, who chuckled giving you a shrug.

“Are we there yet?” Prompto whined.

Stepping back to cover the rear as the guys moved forward, you glanced around, something about this seemed off. Turning back to the others, as you noticed your vision begin to blur, only to quickly come back in focus, with a gentle shake of the head.

Moments later to come into what could only be described as a huge nest in the middle of the cave systems. “The queen.”

“What was that, y/n?”

“This is the Queen’s nest.” You repeated, as you stepped forward away from the group, summoning a lance to your right hand. “I can’t allow you to hurt the Queen.”

“What, shit!” Noctis gasped, as you quickly pivoted, and began to toss lance after lance at your group, watching them scatter. “Y/N, what the hell!”

Your voice droned from your mouth, as you repeated it again, “I will not allow you to hurt the Queen, your bodies will provide nourishment.”

“Noct wait,” Ignis called, as he stared at you. “Earlier, y/n was cover in some type of secretion from that deamon, she’s not herself.”

“Dude, I know your girlfriend is being mind controlled.” Prompto called, as you tossed another lance at the blonde. “But get her to knock it off!”

“I must protect the Queen.” You groaned, as the large creature appeared behind you, letting out a hiss. “Yes, my Queen.”

Your body rushed forward, as you dodged a swing from Noctis, shoving the Prince aside, as you vaulted over Prompto,  aiming your lance for Ignis, only to be quickly stopped by Ignis summoning his own lance.

“Go, destroy that thing, I’ll handle her.”  Ignis grunted, as he pushed you back.

“I will protect the Queen.” You groan again, as you moved to go after the others currently heading for your “Queen”

“I do apologize, dear, but I believe this dance is for us.” Ignis called, as he grabbed the blunt end of your staff, yanking you back.

“Queen.” You hiss, as you roll your shoulder back, going to elbow the man in the face only for him to spin you around, pulling your back to his chest.

“Yes, yes my dear, we must save the Queen.” He prattled, only to groan in pain as you kicked him in the shin,  rushing to go after the others.

Only for your body to be slammed into the ground, as Ignis tackled you. “I do apologize for being so rough, my love, yet you’re being quite the distraction.”

A loud primal roar came from your mouth, as you brought your hand around, going to swing at his face only for him to back away, before pinning your hands to the ground. Turning as you heard a loud guttural death rattle, your mouth hanging open.

“Queen.” You gasp in disbelief, as the large body fell to the ground, giving one last shake before stilling forever. Blackness creeping into the sides of your vision as your head collapsed to the ground.

You came around a little later, as you felt a slight jostle, than Prompto’s soft voice, complaining about being lost. Looking up to notice that Ignis was carrying you on his back, his jacket placed over your shoulders, his hands placed under your thighs.

“I think we’re suppose to go left.” Noctis stated scratching his head, as you all stood in the middle of the area where you have gotten covered.

“Move forward.” You groan weakly as everyone turned to you.

“Y/N are you feeling alright?” Prompto asked, moving over to you and Ignis.

“Aside from a headache, never better, what happened?” You inquired, noticing how filthy they all were aside from you.

“Fought a huge centipede, so normal everyday stuff.” Gladiolus stated with a shrug.

You gave a soft pout, “I do apologize about that, I don’t seem to have much memory after the creature covered me in mucus.”

“Really?” Noctis asked as the party begun moving again.

“Unfortunately not, was it a tough battle?” You ask, shifting slightly to get Ignis to put you down, only for the man to adjust you in a more comfortable position and kept walking in the right direction after Noctis.

“Like a dance, my love.” Ignis called over his shoulder. 

Punishment/Peter Pan Smut

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Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

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Produce 101 S2

I don’t even know why I got into Produce 101 season 2. I hate seeing innocent people suffer. I fall too hard for boys. Survival shows can go to hell. My life got ruined. I feel so empty. I’m still mad about it. All I wanna do is sleep.


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Dean had been pacing for hours now, calming him was a battle you had long ago admitted defeat to, it was pointless but he was driving you up the wall! You were already on edge yourself and the trails he was burning into the carpet weren’t helping the situation at all.

Earlier in the evening you went to ask your sixteen year old daughter a question, only to find her room empty. Panic set in immediately, your first reaction was to call your husband who was working a late shift tonight. He was home in record time and this is how he had been ever since he walked through the door; pacing and frantic. Not that you aren’t upset but you both know where she’s gone off to and Dean is just a little more upset about that knowledge than yourself.

“I’m gonna kill him, Y/N. I swear he’d better take the smart way out and let her come back inside alone.” He frantically ran a hand through his hair, his eyes were shifting around the room and he was starting to break a small sweat.

“No, screw that, I want his little punk ass to come in here, that way I don’t have to chase him down the fucking street. Let him come in here and face me like the man he thinks he is.” You catch his hand as his pacing brings him around the couch to your current seat and pull him down to sit next to you. You run your hand soothingly up and down his thigh, effectively calming him. Of course that’s when she decides to come home. Dean hops off the couch and grabs the shotgun that’s stashed under the piece of furniture, dramatically aiming the barrel in the direction of the door. Your daughter walks in silently, never bothering to look up until the door is shut and locked behind her, turning around she spots the two of you, an unnerving screech filling the quiet air when she sees the gun pointed in her direction.

“Oh my god, Dad!! What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean quickly empties the barrel and lowers the shotgun, still angry but not wanting to scare his daughter any more than he already has.

“What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you, sneaking out like that?! Where is the little piece of shit?”

“He stayed back in his car, didn’t feel comfortable coming in here.”

“But he felt comfortable taking off with you without asking for our permission. Son of a bitch! I’ll show him fucking comfortable.” Dean gathers the abandoned bullets and grips the shotgun, loading it again as he bolts out the door, a quick maneuver so he knows you won’t be able catch him. Turning to look at your daughter you point a finger to the couch and lower your voice to almost a whisper.

“Sit down and if you even think about moving until we get back, so help me God you will not leave this house until you’re thirty! I’ve got to go stop your dad from doing something extremely stupid!” You bolt out of the door and chase after your crazed husband, who is currently pointing a loaded shotgun into the face of a terrified teenage boy.

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So i decided to make a VRAINS drinking game with my GF

We grabbed some fruitsecco (With less alcohol) and watched YGO VRAINs Episode 3 and took a sip every time someone said “PLAYMAKER”

So we started…and after 3 minutes 30 % were gone.
My GF next to me said “I CAN’T DRINK SO FAST”

But we watched…and everytime someone said Playmaker we took a sip (It wa sbloody hell when Playfakers appeared)
And after 15 minutes…

…my bottle was almost empty and because I drunk so fast (and I can’t keep my alcohol very good) I wasn’t able to think properly.

Please kids…DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME!!!!
It’’s pue death…even if you drink something babilish like..:Fruitsecco…or you will feel like me…

(No I didn’t lik my own tweets I took Screens from ym GF’s page.)

Rly don’t try this at home even if it sounds funny…ugh….

Stanford [1]

Part One Author: @elliewinchesterr

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re in your second year of the same chemistry class at Stanford. Same professor, same early morning class slot, same ol’ you, running late every day. There is one thing different about the class this time around, though. Mr. Mysterious, also known as your new lab partner.

Word Count: ~1,400

Warnings: cursing, awkward reader, ex-boyfriend drama (including cheating)

A/N: Hey! Remember that little thing I mentioned earlier that @elliewinchesterr and I were planning for you? This is it!! This is the first part of our new series! We’ve never co-written anything before, so this is new to both of us, but hopefully we’ve got this down for y’all!

*Inner thoughts are in italics

Reader’s POV

Fuck.” The word rolled off my tongue much easier than I would have liked, but what can I say? I inherited my sailor’s mouth from my father, along with my talent of being “fashionably” late to, well, everything, thus being the reason for my quiet cursing in the first place. The new semester of my sophomore year at Stanford was beginning in about two minutes, give or take, and I had yet to find a decent parking spot. After riding around in the same circle for what had felt like hours, my wait became worth it after I swept into a spot someone had just pulled out of. Grabbing my bag, my purse, my phone, and my keys, I ran about as fast as my boot-clad feet would let me. Looking cute was a pain in the ass, but I mean, it was the first day of new classes, never know who I’d meet, right?

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anonymous asked:

Nesting habits, the big 3, Ace Attorney

Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like this, even though I didn’t know where it was going at times! I really need to flesh out my Omega!Athena headcanons…


It’s Apollo’s first heat since they moved in together, and Klavier is trying to make his Omega feel comfortable.  He and Apollo chose this house for the variety of room types, and had designed the nesting rooms to suit Apollo’s tastes. Yet, Klavier understood that Apollo would need to act on instinct until he became settled in their new home.

He didn’t mind at all that their plush duvet was the first casualty sacrificed to Apollo’s nest; he could use the scratchy wool blanket with the satin trim for a few nights- Klavier certainly didn’t need the blanket when his Apollo did.  

He found the sight of his $1500 Dolce & Golbanna silk shirt rumpled and rucked up against Apollo’s heat-stained skin adorable (and the panting, whimpering, needy Apollo, enticing).  Didn’t raise a fuss when Apollo drooled all over Klavier’s real leather jacket (from Spain!) when using it as a pillow.

Klavier did however, draw the line when he saw Apollo attempting to unstring one of his guitars, in hopes of using the strings to hang a makeshift curtain (made from from, of all things, Klavier’s law school regalia) over his nest.  



Sometimes, Miles hates being an Omega.  He hates the fact that once a quarter his body puts himself through utter ridiculousness in order to quell the heat that is burning through him.

He especially hates the fact that Wright’s scent is the only thing keeping him grounded, and that in order to do so he’s debased himself to  point of rolling around in the man’s shirts.

Wright’s scratchy, poor-quality, cheap shirts, that smells like the man he loves.   The ties aren’t any better quality either, and despite how much Miles hates how it’s the blue suit the smells the *best* of his mate’s clothes, even Miles Edgeworth can’t bring himself to steal Wright’s court room attire.

Wright takes it all in stride, smiling that goofy shy grin, as  he nuzzles Miles  before he goes to work.  Miles rolls his eyes, kissing Phoenix, and hopes that Wright didn’t see him rustling around in the latest victims of his raid on Wright’s closet.

The fabric is rough against Miles’ cheek and the plastic button has chipped that it nicks against Miles’ face.  Miles sighs and decides it’s high time he does something about this, before his and Wright’s relationship becomes more serious.

“You threw out all of my shirts?! Miles, what the hell?!” Phoenix exclaims looking in the empty closet again in hope that his shirts would magically re-appear, “all of them?!!”

Miles shrugs and hands Phoenix the shopping bags full of better quality garments; tomorrow he’s taking Wright out for custom made dress shirts.

“You’re my fiance,” Miles shrugs, “dress like it.” 

And then, “You have three months until my next heat-scent them well.”


Heats are always rough for Athena, no matter what precautions she takes, the suppressants she ingests- the season is always miserable and on top of it all, Athena’s sensitive hearing becomes even more sensitive that she even thinks possible.

She’s barricaded in her room, under the soft blankets and plumped pillows.  Sunlight diffuses through the sheer curtains around her bed, as she breathes through her heat.  Her earbuds are playing soothing music, and on the floor, her white noise machine is on max.

Simon’s gifted her a body pillow that he’d scented for her, and she clings around it as she tries to quell the growing need within her.  Inhaling his scent and being momentarily calmed before her heart squeezes and she lets out a frustrated groan.

The couple above her apartment have been going at it all morning, and it’s bad enough that Athena can hear their emotions and vaguely smell them- worst of all it fuels her frustration.

Simon better get home as soon as possible; he promised to take care of her this evening.

In the meantime she wills herself to sleep through it all.