my mind is in the gutter and apparently so was his

Seventh set of ten Sterek fic recs…I know I’m behind! I’ll do another one soon. 

drunk, stoned, or stupid | allhalethekings ( @hales-republic ) | 3,666 | Gen | 2017-09-19

Derek doesn’t even know when Stiles went from someone he once considered an ally to someone he goes to lunch with on a regular basis to someone who was able to look at Derek and just know him. Somewhere between all the supernatural threats and complicated relationship drama in the pack, Stiles figured out a way to tear down the brick walls Derek had put up after Kate. And Derek didn’t stop him – hadn’t even wanted to.

Somehow, Stiles had graduated from a casual friend to his best friend to the-boy-Derek-shall-forever-pine-after-because-he’s-a-chicken-shit.


The Boy Who Drew Wolves | dr_girlfriend ( @drgrlfriend ) | 5,863 | Teen | 2017-09-19

“Once upon a time,” Stiles began, and Thomas sighed happily, resting his cheek in the hollow of Stiles’ shoulder. “There was a gangly, clumsy, freckle-faced young boy, and a beautiful, majestic wolf —”

“You mean, there was a beautiful, brilliant, amber-eyed boy, and a half-starved, mangy-looking wolf,” a voice interrupted. “It looks like I made it just in time, huh?” Derek said with a conspiratorial smirk at Thomas. “Gotta make sure you tell it right.”

“Yeah, Daddy!” Thomas parroted. “Tell it right!”

“Okay, okay,” Stiles sighed, settling his arm across Thomas with his hand resting on his husband’s waist, thumb drawing an absent-minded little circle. “Once upon a time, there was a probably-going-to-grow-into-his-looks-just-fine young boy, and a very lonely wolf…”


Take Another Little Pizza My Heart | distortedreality ( @triskelesandpixels ) | 3,224 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles decides the best way to woo his Dream Guy, aka Manager ‘resting bitch face’ Derek, is through insubordination and food puns. It goes as well as could be expected.


That Infamous Middle Ground | @LadyDrace | 6,872 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles is the spark that can get shit done when others can’t. Talia is President of the United States.

And Derek? Gets kidnapped.

It’s a lot more complicated than that, however.


Survival of the Species | @Lissadiane | 19,370 | Explicit | 2017-09-06

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
*
In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.


Even Werewolves Get the Blues… and Yellows | @Cobrilee | 1,379 | Gen | 2017-09-12

Derek gets an impromptu makeover, Stiles gets some mileage out of it, and they both get a happy ending. (Not that kind. Get your minds out of the gutter.)


Awkward | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire ) | 1,261 | Teen | 2017-09-07

What happens when two dudes have a crush on each other, but they’re both super awkward?


Overslept | mikkimouse ( @mad-madam-m ) | 707 | Teen | 2017-09-09

“You okay, kid?” his dad’s voice said.

Stiles wiped a hand over his heavy eyes. “Yeah, fine, why?”

“Because your shift started an hour ago and you didn’t call in.”


loyalty. courage. integrity. | @redhoodedwolf | 707 | Gen | 2017-07-31

“Derek what the fuck!”

“Hard first day?” Derek guessed. He pushed himself forward and extended a hand towards Stiles. “You can vent, I have time to listen.”


Single Parent, Multiple Problems | @hoosierbitch | 4,701 | Teen | 2014-01-3

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek’s idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

"Is, uh–is Stiles home?” Hale is staring at the ground and his shoulders are so tense that John’s tempted to say ‘Boo!’ just to see what’ll happen.

Party Guy

Request: Hey! Can I please request an AU with Jensen where he absolutely despises Halloween? And he hires the reader who’s an event planner to throw a Halloween party at his house. He suffers through the planning because otherwise she won’t give him the time of day. Eventually the reader suspects something and he has to come clean :)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language


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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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anonymous asked:

For the break-up AU, how about "i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole"

Natsu has been hanging around her apartment lately. Now, usually, that wouldn’t bother Lucy. She used to love when he would hang out, used to love just having him near her. Used to. Not anymore. It’s been three weeks since their fight and he just keeps showing up, hanging around in the shadows, close, but not close enough.

And she’s mad. Not because she doesn’t want him around, but because he hasn’t said a word to her in three weeks. She knows she shouldn’t expect much, they broke up, after all, but there’s something painful that tugs at her gut every time she sees him just outside or right down the hall.

She’s mad because it keeps her clinging to that thread of hope that they might work things out.

And it’s stupid, she knows it’s stupid, but she can’t help it. Because why else would he be coming around? He lives clear across town. Works across town. His friends are across town. There’s no reason for him to be moping outside her door unless it means something, right? It has to mean something.

Because it certainly means something to her.

So when she sees him room her window, his body tucked against the wall and his head bent low, hidden, Lucy does something both very brave and very stupid.

She corners him outside.

There’s a flurry of movement as she shoves on a sweater despite the heat, not bothering to slip on a pair of pants over her bare legs before she storms out of her apartment. What would the point be? It’s Natsu. Her legs aren’t something he’s never seen before.

Hopefully he’d be seeing them up close again, very, very soon.

It’s not until she has him backed into a corner that she realizes the stupidity might outweigh the bravery. She also realizes she doesn’t really care, as he stares back at her, wide-eyed as his throat bobs with a harsh swallow.

And maybe she’s a little bit satisfied by the way his sharp eyes linger on her bare skin.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps, arms crossing tightly over her chest. Her weight shifts from one leg to the next, and Natsu’s gaze jolts from her face to her hips, watching in apt fascination as they sway slowly. His lips part, and Lucy’s almost certain that his mind has gone straight to the gutter. She rolls her eyes. “Natsu!”

Green eyes snap up to meet hers, his face turning a magnificent shade of red that clashes terribly with his hair. Lucy watches as his blush spreads down his neck, only to disappear under his shirt as it dips to his chest. She knows exactly how far down that blush goes.

“Shit,” he swears under his breathe, hastily shoving his phone into his back pocket before throwing his hands up between them, clearly waiting for an explosion from her. “I’m, uhh,” he trails off, stumbling over his words, tongue-tied. She watches as he flounders for the right words, gaze snapping around the area, unsure where to look.

Lucy rolls her eyes, bare foot tapping in frustration. Her need for answers is currently outweighing her urge to make him squirm a bit. She can save that for later. “Just spit it out, Natsu,” she tells him, less harsh than before. Lucy sighs, shoulders sagging just the slightest.

Natsu notices, but doesn’t say anything, though his eyes do narrow just the slightest in concern.

He’s quiet for a long moment, and hope builds in Lucy’s chest. She holds her breath, dark eyes wide as she stares at him. Natsu wets his lips, swallowing thickly as he matches her look. His embarrassed blush grows darker, his fingers flex nervously.

“I’ve been using your WiFi,” he murmurs, ducking his head.

Lucy’s heart shatters in her chest, splinters ripping through her lungs until she simply can’t breathe. Hurt strikes her, and Lucy flinches back at the unexpected answer, her throat growing tight as the words register.

Her voice cracks horribly when she whispers, “what?” Her words wobble, and Natsu’s eyes snap back up to meet hers, hearing the tremor in her voice. Concern flashes in his gaze, and he takes a step forward before stilling once more. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, wanting to reach out for her, but holding back.

Natsu clears his throat. “I’ve been using your WiFi to watch Netflix,” he says, softer this time, less embarrassed and more confused as he watches her expression crumple and twist into something so heartbreaking that it rips the breath straight from his lungs. A fist squeezes at his heart when he sees her eyes grow wet, glinting with unshed tears.

“You’ve…” Lucy trails off, chocking on her words. God, she though— “I’m such an idiot,” Lucy murmurs, eyes squeezing shut tightly as she feels a stinging behind her lids, tears threatening to spill over. Crying is the last thing she needs right now, but she just feels so stupid for thinking he still gave a damn.

Of course it was just the WiFi. Why else would he be here?

The bravery and he stupidity leave her in a rush, her hands beginning to shake. She feels achy now that her courage is gone, weak and wobbly on her feet. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up, she knows. She should have known better, but God it still fucking hurts.

She didn’t think anything could have hurt more than when he stormed out of her apartment three weeks ago, but apparently she was wrong.

Natsu takes another step towards her, reaching out. “What?” he breathes back, staring at her with worry that’s palpable.

Lucy just shakes her head, throwing her hands up between them and letting out a short, bitter bark of a laugh. “Get the hell out of here, Natsu,” she tells him, voice more timid than she means it to be.

“Lucy?” he murmurs, taking a step, “what?”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” she snaps back. It’s unfair, she knows, to be mad at him for this. It’s her own fault. She can’t blame him for getting her hopes up, not when he hasn’t done anything.

Right now, she just needs someone to blame.

Not wanting to pick a fight, Lucy whirls around on her heel, wanting to run back into her house, but her legs feeling like lead beneath her, too heavy for her to move.

“Whoa, wait!” Natsu reacts quicker than anticipated. He scrambles forward, only a step behind her, and catches her by the wrist before she can get too far. “Lucy, wait!” She’s yanked around none too gently, but the pull on her arm is immediately forgotten when his hands come up to cradle her jaw, his head ducked down to meet her eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks her, warm breath fanning across her face and mingling with hers.

She shivers against him, prompting him to pull her closer, but Lucy shakes her head.

Another laugh spills from her, but it sound more like a sob. Natsu flinches, leaning in so close that his nose nudges her cheek. “What’s wrong?” she asks him, forcing a watery smile onto her face. “I thought you were coming around because—” She chokes off, shaking her head rapidly.

Natsu goes rigid against her, torso pressed tight to hers so she can feel every muscle in his body tense. “Because I’m still in love with you,” he finishes for her, grip tightening on her jaw line, fingers pressing into her skin.

She worries her lip, unable to meet his eyes. “Like I said,” she murmurs, “stupid, right?”

His fingers tremble against her cheeks, as he tilts her head up to meet her eyes. “No,” he breathes against her, leaning in so that his nose bumps against hers. He swallows and she can hear it, can feel his nervous breath against her lips. “That’s not stupid at all.”

The Misadventures of a Team Called Voltron

It’s been a while but I’ve missed my cinabun in the actor!AU. School is school and work is work but I wanted to write again. This is part of @ackerchou actor!AU (check it out if you haven’t already and the other AUs). I swear it was funnier in my head as I was writing this, I promise guys.

x.V.x

“Er, hi guys? Wait, is this thing even on? How do I know if it’s streaming? Lance!” The camera shifted and a face left the focus of the screen before being shifted several times. Viewers watching this livestream were disappointed at the lack of face and were forced to watch a few seconds of a bland wall.


“Keith, is it on? What the heck are you doing?” A new voice filled the speakers of the camera and viewers stood on the edges of their seats in excitement.


“I don’t know. Is it streaming?” The first voice said and the camera shifted again. Now viewers had the chance to stare at a very ugly carpet on screen.


“How should I know?”


“Haven’t you done this before?!”


“Yeah…”


“Lance!” The first voice cried, voice full of nervousness. The camera shifted several times more and viewers could only see the blurred focus of nothing for a while. Eventually, (with much patience) two familiar faces filled the screen. One was beaming, wearing a smile that was familiar with everyone while the other was nervously waving into the camera.

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Don’t Tell My Boyfriend

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Sam, Dean 

Warnings: Injury to reader

A/N: Based off of this imagine  @seenashwrite gave me a nudge to write it, so I did. Beta’d by the super duper amazing @thinkwritexpress-official 

credit goes to nikkispn for gif. :) 

Masterlist 


“I am not going to be the one to pray for him.”

The Winchester brothers stared at you in silence. They both knew that if they were the ones to tell Gabriel, he wouldn’t hesitate in smiting the two of them.

Dean was the one to finally break the silence and the stare off, “Y/N you have to be the one to tell him.”

You shook your head profusely at them, “No way,” you looked at the cast that was now on your right leg and then looked at the cast that held your elbow together, “I’m already on a short leash when it comes to hunting. Apparently I’m ‘reckless’ and don’t think of my own safety.” With your unharmed hand you made finger quotes.

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usha [ jin ]

verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.

knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre: fluff
type: hogwarts au
word count: 2,380 words
warnings: none
author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still


As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.

 A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least. 

Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?

“Seokjin, what the heck?”

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A RichJake Fanfic

‘Ow.’ was the first thing Rich thought when he woke up. ‘Fucking shit, that hurts.’ Was the next.

The next thing he thought was ‘What the fuck?’ when he saw the tubes connecting him to an oxygen bag. Then he saw the scars. The scars etched into his skin, reminding him of what happened. The scars that, he knew from the moment he saw them, would taunt him forever.

He expected a shock. One that would make him stand up straighter, make him open his eyes up more, make him smile. It never came.
He expected the voice in his head telling him ‘No Richard, that’s wrong.’ and ‘Do that Richard, not that.’ It wasn’t there anymore. All that was left was the occasional glitch.

He sat up. That was all he could do, lying in a hospital bed with no TV nearby, or phone. He blinked. It became apparent that no, the fire wasn’t a dream.

‘Oh fuck, what did I do?’ Was the last distinguishable thought that popped into his head. Then, they became a blur. ‘How much damage did I do?’ ‘Is everyone ok?’ ‘IS JAKE OK?’

“Oh my god, Rich is awake!” The voice broke him out of his approaching anxiety attack. Whipping his head around, (which he realised was a bad idea after feeling the pain from his settling scars) Rich realised that it was Jeremy Heere’s friend… he couldn’t remember the kid’s name, who was standing in the doorway.

“Hello? Rich? RICH?” The boy said as he ran over to him, flailing his arms infront of Rich’s face.

Rich came to his senses and slapped the boy’s hands away. “WHAT?!”

The boy rolled his eyes. There was a distinct pause as the boy silently scanned him. He then sighed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“No fucking clue.”

Another slightly sad sigh. “Michael Mell. Jeremy’s best friend.”

“Nithe to meet you.” Rich said, reaching out a heavily bandaged arm. ‘Oh shit.’ He then thought. ‘Oh holy fucking shit shrine.’

“You-”
‘Oh god please no.’
“Have a lisp?”

Rich closed his eyes in exasperation. He had forgotten about that.

“No, I jutht like thaying eth'th like that.” He grunted, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

“Jeez, dude, stop getting so defensive.” Michael raised his eyebrows, put his hands up and stepped back in defeat.

“Jutht don’t… talk about it. Pleathe?” Rich stared Michael in the eye, almost threatening him to keep going. 

“Sure bro.” Michael replied casually, probably not even noticing the baleful glance.
“So…” Michael looked down, not wanting to ask the question that was lingering on his tongue, “why’d you do what you did?” He inquired tentatively.

“Don’t,” was the answer. Rich wasn’t even sure himself.

— a month later –

The TV was on. Rich had been moved to a more open room when the doctor’s found out that he was awake. They had told him that he was “Lucky to be alive,” and that they thought he was dead. He almost wished that were true.

He wasn’t paying attention the screen. Lights flickered from it onto the bromidic, white wall as some inaudible noise hummed in the background. Rich had no idea what the yelling woman was angry about, nor did he really care. He didn’t care about much these days.

Most of his friends had come to see him. He had found out, over the past month, that they were real friends.
He and Christine had become fast friends, geeking over the newest Broadway musicals. He had discovered that he had a certain soft spot for musical theatre.  
Chloe was one of his closest friends, which was a surprise to both of the two. They had never really liked each other before, by association. She was his best friend’s ex, he was her ex’s best friend. However, it had all been resolved and she had helped him to paint his nails (which was double as difficult, because they had to convince the doctors that no, Dr. Beck, it’s not secretly alcohol and no, Dr. Duke, we’re not going to stain the bedsheets) and he helped her through her Physics homework, which he had always had an affinity for.
Brooke was forever kind, constantly telling him that he’s not a crusty nerd that deserves to be in the gutter.
Jenna was constantly filling him in with the latest gossip (which he didn’t care much about but he humoured her anyway) and never failed to make him laugh with her own, slightly untrue, details.
Rich could share experiences with Jeremy, about Squips. They were each others’ support for things they knew no one else would understand.
Michael was his friend. There was nothing specific they had in common, but they were the comedic relief in the time that everyone needed it.

There was only one person that wasn’t there. Everyone knew it, but no one said a thing. It would just make their absence more prominent.

'Where are you, Jake? Why haven’t you come by?’

It was a thought that ran through Rich’s head everyday. That day, it was one of the only thoughts that was there.

'Do you hate me? I know I deserve it but I need to see you. Will you hate me even more if you see the mess I really am? Will you ever forgive me?’

His face was ever there in Rich’s mind. Every time he laughed, every time he broke down. Jake was constantly haunting him.

— two months later —

He was being let out soon. At least, that’s what he had overheard when he passed their table. All of them seemed so happy, so overjoyed. So… why wasn’t he?

Jake distanced himself as much as he could. He had tried to stick to normal life. To pretend that it never happened, to pretend that people like Jeremy, Christine, Chloe and Rich had never existed. It was just Jake Dillinger against the world, and he was fine with that. Of course, he wasn’t.
He wanted nothing but to be sitting there with them, celebrating the fact that his best frie- ex best friend was almost back from hospital. He had to keep reminding himself that Rich was his ex best friend. He had incinerated his entire house, for god’s sake! But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t be mad. Rich’s face kept popping up into his head. It wouldn’t go. Whenever he pretended to laugh with his popular friends, at something that wasn’t even funny, he would start to reminisce the times when that laugh wasn’t fake, when he would be cackling like a witch at something stupid Rich had said. Then he’d mentally slap himself for being stupid, and go back to daily life.

He wished it would be different. He wished he could muster up the courage to just go to the damn hospital. But he was too scared.

'Jake Dillinger, scared?’ A voice he knew all too well said in his head. 'Now that doesn’t sound the Jakey-D I know! C'mon bro, go get 'em!’ Rich’s words from his first football game as captain echoed in his ears.
They were fake. That wasn’t Rich. That was his Squip. He had never even known Rich. At least, that’s what a tiny, vexatious voice kept whispering every single time he was close to getting in his car and driving straight up to the hospital. But Jake knew. Jake knew that the real Rich was always there, that he did know the real Rich. He had to have known him, because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

He was going to do it. Definitely. He just needed to… figure out how to not fuck up.

'God, this is much harder than I thought it would be.’ He thought.
'Let’s just fucking do it.’

And so Jake Dillinger cracked open the stiff, hospital door with his crutch, and saw him. He saw Richard Goranski, sitting on his creaky, $50 hospital mattress playing Mario Kart with Michael Mell. His grin was wider than Jake had ever seen it, and his hair was pushed back with sweat. He looked almost… hot. Jake then swiftly drew his crutch back, closing the door.

He took a deep breath. 'I can’t fucking do this. I should just… leave forever.’ He peered through the window of the door. Could he break such a happy, serene moment? Could he fucking buck up enough to do this?
'Yeah I fucking can!’ Jake thought, and so he slammed open the door with his crutch.

“I’ll fucking beat your ath, Michael!” Rich yelled as he revved his engine.
“Fucking try me hoe,” Michael challenged. They flashed each other grins as the race began. They were abruptly stopped however, when the ward’s door was slammed open, possibly scuffing the plain walls behind. The pair jumped in surprise, and swivelled their heads around until they could’ve been likened to owls. Standing in the doorway, with a nervous smile on his face, was the last person they could’ve expected.

Silence. For almost a solid minute, there was silence.

Then, it was broken. “Jake?”


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So…. I did this? Just to be clear; I’m not a writer in any way. I did this at 12am on my phone and only wrote this because I ran out of richjake content and needed something, ANYTHING about richjake.

I don’t know if I’ll continue this. I probably will because I have no life, but I honestly have no clue. Also sorry about not having a cut…. ahahaha yeahhh I don’t know how to put one in. If anyone could tell me that would be great thanks!

If you want to get tagged in the next one then just ask! (Like anyone will want to read more of this trash but oh well I tried)

If you also have any ideas for a name that would be greeeaaat because I’m even worse at naming than I am at writing and that’s saying something also im accidentally taunting all of u expensive headphones shippers and im really sorry oops ahaha updated ao3 version: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11494200/chapters/25784262
Dropping By (1/?)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting

Pairings : Sam x reader , Dean x reader


Originally posted by hunterchesters

  You’re woken up by  your doorbell ,followed by series of loud knocks on your front door. You roll over to look at your clock,

“ 2 in the fucking morning. You think they could atleast call first. ” you mumble as you drag yourself to your door.  You were a helpline for hunters, whether they needed information on a hunt, or to be patched up after a hard case. Usually you at least get a warning call, but whoever’s at your door obviously doesn’t know how to use a fucking phone. You whip your front door open, not bothering checking who it is, which you know is a dumb move, but right now you don’t care.

When you look up your met with vibrant green eyes. A smile instantly appears on your face,

  “ Dean ! ” You leap at him , throwing your arms around his neck. He lets out a deep laugh , wrapping his arms around your waist .  You hear someone clear there throat and look up behind Dean.

  “ You’re both here ?! please tell me no one kick started the end of the world again. ” You push off Dean to pull Sam into a hug. His giant arms engulf you into a bear hug ,making you let out a giggle.  The boys follow you into your home, and plop themselves on your couch.  You go right to the kitchen, grabbing them each a beer. When you get back you plant yourself between the boys, and wait for them to explain.   Dean throws his arm over your shoulders, hugging you close to him.  Does he know what he does to me? how is it possible to be that handsome. Damn .   You think back to when you met the boys at Bobby’s a couple years ago . You feel yourself blush, recalling how the first time the boys saw you was when you  were dancing around Bobby’s in a giant tee and underwear while making coffee.   Dean sighing breaks you out of your memory, and reminds your that you’re still waiting for an answer.

“ well boys, anyone going to tell me why you appeared on my doorstep at 2 in the morning, WITHOUT A PHONE CALL?!” They both wince when your voice rises. You stand up , sticking your hands on your hips while your stare at them . 

“ we just finished a case a couple hours away ,and figured we’d just drop by and say hi. Nothings wrong Y/n,  can’t we just miss you?” sams says, he pulls his puppy eyes out, and you melt.  Damn it Sammy .

“ Alright alright .You both look exhausted, go get washed up and decide whose sleeping where . I’ll go get the guest room cleaned up. ” You lean over and kiss both boys on the forehead.  Since you met them , you’ve been close with them .You help them on hunts, patch them up, and just hangout with them . You and Sam bond over books and tv series, things Dean claims as “nerd stuff” . They are both your bestfriends, but you feel a little differently towards the older Winchester. You openly flirt with eachother, nothing more has ever come of it though . You trust them both with your life, and nothing could ever change that.  As you’re making the guest bed, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. Before you turn around , you are tackled onto the bed. A shriek leaves your lips as you land, with another body on top of you. You can tell its dean, by the lack of shaggy brown hair in your face .

“ Oh my God Dean, get off me ! You’re going to smush me ! ” you start to struggle underneath him while he lets outs a chuckle.

  He leans off you so hes hovering over you . Your breath hitches when you think of the position your in. A blush  appears on your cheeks, making a smirk appear on Deans.  Can he read my fucking mind? Or is his just as in the gutter?  Dean’s still hovering over you while his body is between your legs.   So help me God if Sam walks-  Your thoughts are cut short by exactly what you hope wouldn’t happen. Sam walks in with a towel around his waist and his duffel in his hand , a curios look on his face.

“ Dean you lost fair and square, couch is waiting for you. “  Dean gets off you , mocking what Sam said as he leaves the room. You try to stifle a laugh at the boys, but fail .

Sam sends you a devious grin .

” so what was that all about Y/n? “ He asks slyly. 

  ” Wipe that smug smirk off your face Sammy, before I do.“ You threaten. He rolls his eyes, and you hear him mumble what sounds like ” idiots” under his breath. You roll your eyes and walk to the door. You turn back around and give Sam a quick kiss on the cheek ,and said goodnight. He shuts the door behind you, you here Dean in the shower so You open the door, to say goodnight but before the words leave your mouth Dean speaks,

“ Come to join me sweetheart. ” You can hear the smirk on his face.  I wish. what a fucking tease.

“ Keep dreaming Winchester, I came to say goodnight. ” you lean yourself against the counter.

 He peeks his head out from behind the curtain, “  come on sweetheart, it would save water if you did .” You roll your eyes . Does he have an off button?

“ Fine fine, but one day ill get you to say yes. ” Dean always knows how to rile you  up. Sometimes you think he isn’t kidding when he says stuff like this, but then you realize he just feels comfortable enough around you to be himself. Nothing more. You say goodnight and head back towards your bed. When you get there, you strip off your pants, and crawl your way under the covers. About 10 minutes later you hear your door open, and close. You feel the bed dip behind you, and the scent of Deans body wash fills your nose. What the hell?

“ Dean, incase you haven’t notice, this isn’t the couch honey” The sarcasm drips from your voice, but he only laughs in return.

“ Sweetheart, you’re not really going to make me sleep on that thing are you? ” By now he’s under the blankets, you forget your pantsless until he snakes his arm around your waist. His hand is resting on your bare hip, sending shivers through your body .

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“ Uh Dean , what are-”

  “ Will you calm down, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. The only difference is apparently now you sleep without pants. Which, I’m not against. “  You can hear the flirty tone in his voice, but you ignore it .He’s right, you have shared a bed on hunts, and sometimes at Bobby’s .  You shake off your nerves, and scoot your body back into Deans, so he’s fully spooning you. His grip tightens on your waist, you hold in a moan at the feeling of being so close to him. It’s like the universe just wants to torture me. You both stay silent for a while, you shift around a little bit trying to get comfortable until Dean tightens his grip on you even harder.

” y/n , can you stop wiggling your ass against me? Don’t create a problem , unless you’re going to take care of it sweetheart.“  You let out a huff, and feel his chest shake with laughter. He thinks he is so funny, lets see how funny it is when I play back .

You start moving your ass against deans crotch again,  you can feel his dick start to harden against you  and you barely hold in a whimper at the feeling.He tightens his grip as a warning but you ignore it.  His hands move,sliding under your shirt and resting right under your bare boobs, barely grazing them . But the movement is enough to send a spark through you . He moves his mouth to your ear ,

” Don’t start this game Y/n . Go to sleep .“ He moves away , and places a kiss on the back of your head. Such a bastard. Just wait Dean.

 You take his warning and comply.  You’re too tired to deal with this right now, and frankly , you don’t know what has gotten into the both of you tonight . Harmless flirting is normal for you guys, but what just happened, this physical teasing is new. But you plan on testing this out tomorrow . You won’t let Dean win whatever game he started.

Issue with Tissue | Jared Leto + Reader

Note: Not even gonna apologize for the amount of fluff that’s in this. Marshmallows ain’t got nothing on this. Also, apparently the anon went for me and @penelopewhisp so go read her beautiful take on it that made me giggle! Keep the requests coming, babies! Working on them as much as I can, and I love them all so much. 
Request:  Can I request a Jared/Reader having to deal with his back pain lately, and the reader tries to help?
Warnings: So much fluff. 
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keygen-s  asked:

Hey 😊 I really love your blog! What made you realize Azazel actually meant to hug Nina? That post kinda saved my day ahahah

Azazel actually said 「俺に抱かれて竜になれ!」

a literal translation would be get hugged by me and become a dragon!

抱く (daku) literally means to hug/to embrace, although depends on the context, it could also mean to make love.

In that scene after they woke up, I really think Azazel meant literal hug and not make love, esp looking at how straight/serious his face is. Remember just the night before, when Nina asked him to hug him (she said  ぎゅってして! so there’s no mistaking she meant a hug), his face went WTF GET OFF ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU and when he did hug her, his wings went off, either from nervousness or embarrassment, idk, it just showed just how he was unused to it. I don’t think the guy who had such…reaction… from being asked to hug would suddenly propose to make love. A hug could be platonic, but to make love he would need to touch her *more* and he seemed to have aversion to being touched, but it could also be bcs he just didn’t know nina but anyway that’s a discussion for another day.

Nina’s mind meanwhile went straight to the gutter. She seemed to make a distinction between a hug ( ぎゅってして ) and being embraced in *that* way ( 抱かれ), so she ran away bcs she totally thought Azazel meant the latter. Azazel on the other hand didn’t understand why Nina ran after proposing to hug her bcs, well, they did already hug the night before - by Nina’s own volition, no less. I doubt he would be so calm if he indeed proposed to make love to her lmao seeing how she wrecked him just by asking a hug.

It’s surprising how despite being a thousand years old (?) demon, Azazel wasn’t even aware of the double meanings of his own words, and to have that kind of pure reaction to a hug. You would think someone as high ranking as him got proposed all the time but apparently not??? Or maybe he was just an airhead when it came to that kind of things and so he simply wasn’t aware of it and unknowingly turned down those proposals. Needs further interactions with more people to confirm. One thing’s sure though: Azazel’s not used to it lmao

I’m By Her Side

* Burr x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship

    A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.

    Word Count: 3,456

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    “Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.

    “What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.

    “Adrienne is coming here from France!”

    You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.

    Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.

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    Helpless (Part 2)

    Originally posted by pinkcollapse

    Pairing: Jerome X Reader X Barbara

    Word Count: 2600

    Warnings: possessive behavior is possessive.

    -Part 1- -Part 2-


    You knew Gotham had its underground world, you never imagined actually setting foot in it. The club he snuck you in was filled to the brim with bodies jumping and slamming into each other, low red lights mixed with quick flashes, the beat almost nonexistent under the mess of other instruments and the song being screamed out.

    Jerome lead you to a thin but long hall guarded by a rather large man, his face stoic and thick. “Hey Ted-!” In a hard swing Jerome’s head snapped to the side. You waited stiffly, him rolling his jaw before coming back to the bouncer with a smile. “Good seeing you again too!”

    “That’s a warning, you start the shit you did last time and I’ll beat you until Princess here has to take you to the hospital in a body bag.”

    Glancing down at your glittery blue show dress you pulled the tux coat you stole from Jerome tighter, whispering what you wanted to mock, “Bit redundant.”

    “Come on Teddy! I thought we were friends-” Ted hit him again in the same place and you worriedly brought yourself close to Jerome, keeping your voice as low as you could without being drowned out.

    “I’m sure there are other places to go. You don’t have to-”

    “Just let him get it out of his system.” Jerome waved, a spot of blood on the corner of his teeth as he rubbed his quickly darkening jaw. He huffed dramatically, but smiled, “Can I speak with Jeri now?”

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    Bastards, Thieves, and Criminals (a Rant About the ‘Really Royalty’/‘Secret Bloodline’ Trope)

    So there‘s a trope that has kind of started to bother me, and it’s hard to talk about because it’s also been the reason for some of the most exciting plot twists/reveals in fiction.  It’s a variation on what TV Tropes calls the Really Royalty Reveal, and to quote them on it: “This occurs when a character who was previously thought to be relatively ordinary turns out to actually be descended from someone important and powerful. [….] It can apply to any hereditary position of power in-universe.”

    To clarify a little, I’m not talking about characters like Harry Potter, who found their true heritage at the beginning of their journey and everything heroic they do comes after and incidental to it. Or characters like Aragorn, who is the embodiment of the Rightful King Returns but it’s a responsibility he’s been struggling with his whole life.

    I’m talking about characters who were low-born or criminals and awesome despite that, and then it turns out they’re ~really someone special. Which bothers the fuck out of me because while nature (not only nurture) affects our lives, and while education/inherited talent can have a massive impact on your abilities, it doesn’t fucking matter if you were born dirt-poor in a gutter, you can still be fucking better and smarter and stronger than someone with an impressive lineage.

    And I’m not saying that anyone has to agree with my interpretations here, or trying to attack pieces of media that people love, but the easiest way to explain what I mean is with these three characters:

    Eugenides, the protagonist in Megan Whalen Turner’s The Thief series, is one of my favorite characters of all time. We’re introduced to him as a gutter rat who snuck into the king’s castle and stole his signet ring. The king’s men force him to go on a journey to steal Hamiathes’s Gift, the ultimate symbol of rightful kingship, and he earns their respect by being really fucking good at his job but also like… a human being who is worthy of respect. And then in the most mind-blowing twist my ten-year-old mind had ever beheld, he turned out the be royalty himself, under cover so he could steal the Gift for his own queen. The reveal was so awesome. But at the same time, I kind of wish Gen was exactly who he’d seemed. A nobody who was so damn good at his job that the God of Thieves himself had blessed his work.

    Then we’ve got Levi from Attack on Titan, who is a fan-favorite pint-sized badass known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He’s a former criminal who grew up in the worst poverty-and-crime-ridden area imaginable, his mother was a prostitute, his father was one of her clients, and he was raised to be pretty amoral. And he’s not only capable of morality, compassion, and loyalty despite that, he’s smart as hell and like a thousand times better than everyone at fighting. And I loved that so much. Except then you learn that he’s inherited a scientifically-engineered warrior bloodline or what the fuck ever. I’d rather have had a gutter rat who was just so much better than everyone at everything because fuck you.

    And then we have Jon Snow on Game of Thrones, who was revealed to be the One True King™. And while that has interesting political implications, is nice for a character who’s always wanted legitimization, and is very exciting because he got to pet a dragon, I kind of hate it? Because bastards are hated and distrusted and looked down on in Westeros as lesser, as a threat, as not worth anything. And Jon’s story spit in the face of those presumptions because he was noble and kind and talented and chosen as a leader, except apparently that doesn’t matter because he wasn’t a bastard with a low-born mom, he’s the rightful Targaryen king of fucking Westeros.*

    *(If GoT ends in the implementation of democracy… why? Jon and Dany were to an extent chosen by their people, but if they’ve got the popular vote and the heritage, what’s the point of the democracy narrative? If Jon had been the Mad King’s son I’d have found that infinitely more interesting.)

    *flips table*

    These are all fun reveals and good storylines and I don’t begrudge anyone who enjoys them, but after a while it starts to grate on me that all these bastards, thieves, and criminals have secret special bloodlines.

    TL;DR: LET POOR PEOPLE BE GOOD AT THINGS. And… and Shakespeare probably wrote his own shit! Not everyone has to be nobility! !!!  I don’t know anything about Shakespeare.

    Don’t Leave Pt.2 (M)

    Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

    BTS; Yoongi/Suga

    Genre: Angst | Smut 

    Word count: 9,120 end my life

    Warnings: Emotional pain…… I’m sorry

    Description: Three years later and no word from Yoongi. When you move to Seoul for your first job out of college and bump into him accidentally, what secrets will unfold? 

    A/N: Again, wanted to thank @baeseoul who’s fic Destruction of a Muse inspired me to write this(please, please give it lots of love) and to @jungblue for giving me the idea. I apparently like to cause emotional pain and turmoil. I’m sorry.

    Also, thank you for bearing with me on the wait, I suck and procrastination is strong on my end, but I hope you all will enjoy.

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    skydoesships  asked:

    Can i get some uhhhhhhhh 2Doc nsfw with 2D as a maid? 🅱️ank you

    first of all, what the fuck is this??? Second of all??? Idk why I’m writing this?????? I have lost all credibility as a writer and I’ve had this blog for two (2) days

    2D tilted his head and frowned, inspecting his reflection in the mirror. It was still missing something. He scratched his head before remembering the pièce de résistance. His headpiece. He snatched the frilly lace bonnet from his windowsill and placed it gingerly amidst his blue tufts of hair poking out in every which direction. He reevaluated himself in the mirror, nitpicking at every detail, and eventually gave himself a large, toothy grin. He felt inexplicable about his new fetish for being a servant. He had never realized how much he enjoyed being belittled, demeaned and barked at. Of course, he knew that Murdoc’s behavior towards him wasn’t healthy, but he couldn’t help feeling a little aroused at times when Murdoc would call him names. The times when Murdoc secretly showed kindness after being particularly rude were the times that 2D fantasized about. Before the events of plastic beach, Murdoc and 2D had a mutual relationship that functioned pretty much in this fashion. 2D missed those days on more than one occasion. Things were getting better with Murdoc. They weren’t perfect—2D still had panic attacks on occasion due to Murdoc—but they were improving. The two of them went to counseling together, which helped a great deal. Today happened to be one of those days that 2D yearned for his old relationship with Murdoc. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he imagined all of the things Murdoc could say to him; all of the things Murdoc could do to him. He closed his eyes, allowing his fantasies to run wild.
    “Oi, what the hell are ya wearin’, faceache?” a gruff voice spat from the doorway. “Muds! I d-didn’t fink yew were gonna b-be home yet!” 2D sputtered, both embarrassed and aroused. “Ya didn’t answer my question,” Murdoc slurred, making it apparent to 2D that he was drunker than usual. “I was just, erm, tryin’ it on…for fun I s'pose,” 2D said, looking down and scuffing his toe into the floor dejectedly. “Well,” Murdoc drawled on, taking a few steps closer as he talked, “you don’t really have the figure to pull it off, not rrrreally. Your shoulders look too bony, and your legs are too skinny. But…you’ve got a good enough butt,” Murdoc continued, objectifying 2D like he was a hatstand. 2D’s lust-filled eyes met Murdoc’s. “Oh, I -I-I see what it is,” Murdoc stumbled across his words, inching closer to 2D until his hot, booze-scented breath grazed his face, “you need someone to contrrrol you. You want someone to teach you a lesson…make you behave…” Murdoc continued, whispering heavily with a scratchy voice. 2D nodded, “That would be nice,” 2D replied his voice nearly cracking, and his breathing heavy. Murdoc hummed gutterally, “Well, aren’t you lucky, because I’m in just the mood to provide,” he tantalized. “You know what you are?” Murdoc questioned playfully as he circled 2D, soaking in his subservient appearance. “Wha’ would that be, Murdoc?” 2D replied. “A dirty. Little. Whore. And not much more than that,” Murdoc responded grinning and smacking 2D’s ass firmly. 2D’s sharp intake of breath pleased Murdoc who enjoyed feeling powerful and controlling. Murdoc’s words stung a little, but 2D knew it was all part of the game he craved playing with Murdoc. “Ya know what you’re gonna call me?” Murdoc grunted softly into 2D’s ear. “Wha’?” 2D whispered. “Sir. Now say it,” Murdoc commanded. “Yes, sir,” 2D said, complying. “Oh gooooood, you like to behave. That’ll pay off well for ya,” Murdoc teased with a devilish smirk as he kicked the backs of 2D’s knees, causing them to buckle and 2D to drop to the floor. “I just wanted to see ya on your knees,” Murdoc explained, “and I like what I see,” he carried on. Murdoc stepped in front of 2D, getting a thrill from the sight of 2D beneath him. He slapped 2D’s cheek gently but firmly. “Do you know what you have to do now?” Murdoc quizzed with a smirk. “Yes, sir,” 2D replied. “Beg for it,” Murdoc commanded, clenching a fistful of 2D’s silky, blue hair from the back of his neck. “Murdoc, please, I really want yew, please let suck your dick, I really want it,” 2D groveled. “Oooohh is that sooo?” Murdoc retorted, unbuckling his belt. Quickly, 2D took over for him, unzipping and removing his pants for him—after all, a maid is supposed to do the work. “May I please have it?” 2D said staring at Murdoc’s bulging underwear. “I don’t know, have you been a good enough boy?” Murdoc patronized, giving 2D another firm slap. “Please, sir, I’ll do anything,” 2D continued to snivel. “Anything? Well I’ll keep that in mind,” Murdoc taunted, “but for now, I think you’ve earned it.” “Thank yew, sir,” 2D sighed with relief. 2D immediately got to work pleasuring Murdoc. Murdoc tilted his head back and moaned in ecstasy, praising 2D when he did a particularly good job. “You’re doing such a good job, D, you’re being a really good boy,” Murdoc moaned. 2D, enthused by Murdoc’s compliments, sped up his pace and began to run Murdoc’s length as he sucked. Murdoc’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his breathing became ragged and uneven. “Stu, oh hail Satan, Stu don’t stop,” Murdoc cried, his knees becoming weak. 2D continued, attempting to deepthroat as he sucked. “Come on, D, you can manage,” Murdoc cooed from above as he gently guided 2D’s head farther towards him. “There ya go, attaboy,” Murdoc praised between staggered breaths as 2D finally succeeded in deepthroating. “Keep going, I’m so close,” Murdoc growled. Murdoc thrusted into 2D’s mouth one final time before finishing on, well, pretty much everything. “Oh sweet Lucifer,” Murdoc groaned as he released, before glancing down at the mess he’d created and chuckling. He gently pet 2D’s head and kneeled down to kiss him. “You did a good job, ya know,” Murdoc said, showering 2D in affection, “now, let’s get this cleaned up, shall we?”

    Liv’s Favorite Fics

    Hi, guys! So I noticed that Andie has a link for her favorite fics, and thought that it would be cool if I put all of mine into a post as well.

    This will definitely be getting long, so if you’re interested, feel free to keep reading! After I make this list I’m gonna be clearing up my AO3 history and bookmarks (I’m scared of this part haha) but I’m excited to be essentially starting fresh!

    In no particular order, here are my favorites!

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