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Break a Little - Part Three

Summary: Dean’s secret is out. You are bitter and angry as Sam tries to protect his big brother from you


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Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, Omega!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive.

Also the Song I half based this on (LINK HERE) is a must listen. I don’t know, it just gives me angsty feels

“You’re an omega.” You can’t believe it. It isn’t processing completely as he pushes against your arm, trying to get out of your grip but you refuse to let go.

“You’re not sick,” you mumble, feeling like you are in some trance as your eyes wander over his face, “you’re in heat.”

Hands grab you from behind, locking yours behind your back, pulling you away, “Dean! Get out of here!” Sam shouts, restraining you.

Dean doesn’t move, just keeps staring at you.

“Dean! Go!” Sam yells again, harder this time and Dean jogs away reluctantly. You start fighting against Sam’s grip, finally getting your wits about you.

“Let go of me!” You growl, squirming against him, “Let fucking go.”

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Mad: Part 7

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”
Warning: Will contain smut, violence, and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 8

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Also know as Imagine travelling with the Company, and Legolas stalking you because he likes you. 

A/N - First of all, I’m sorry its a day late. Well two days late. I finished it last night and was too tired to check through it so I did it this morning on the way to Manchester. I appear to be obsessing over Legolas at the moment (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing). Yes, its in third person again I just couldn’t get second person view to co-operate with me! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :) Constructive criticism welcome. 

Words - 1,866
Paring - Legolas Greenleaf x Reader 

Legolas knew there was something special about the human when he first saw her. For one, she was fighting amongst dwarves, which was almost unheard of. Secondly, she was beautifully feisty especially when she was defending her friends. Thirdly, she saved his behind from one of the monstrous spiders of Mirkwood. That was the reason he often found himself volunteering to guard the prisoners, much to his father’s dismay. He even found himself giving her more food than her fellow captives.
Even then, the odd little human didn’t pay any attention to him. Sure, she smiled in thanks when he gave her food but other than that she didn’t seem to know he existed.
It was insulting really. A prince shouldn’t have to bend over backwards to be noticed by a mere mortal.

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Letters from Lance Chapter 1

Hey guys, here’s another Klance fan fic. This one is going to be a mini series about Lance writing letters to you about his high school days and feelings for Keith. 

Summary: Lance McClain was told to write letters about his problems after he reunites with his ex, Keith Kogane, during a high school basketball game. The reunion sparks an old flame that Lance desperately wants to put out.

Dear you,

To those of you reading this, hi, my name is Lance McClain. I’m a sixteen year old guy who tweets about his Starbucks runs and takes selfies that use the hashtags natural and no filter. Give me a break. Like I said, I’m sixteen. 

I’m writing to you because Shiro, the counselor at my school who acts like everyone’s dad, said I needed to get some things off my chest. So here goes nothing.

At my school everyone keeps score on how many girls and guys they slept with or basically cheated on throughout the school year. Well me, yeah, just keep this between us, but I’ve never slept with anyone. Girl or guy. It’s embarrassing when you’ve got about twenty guys in the gym locker room tossing around names of who slept with who, while I’m standing there between them trying to keep score of how many exams I failed. Yeah, true story.

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Night on the Town

A/N: This was written for @theassetseyeliner‘s AU Challenge.  I guess you could call this a nightclub au? Anyway, The reader character in this story is white. I normally wouldn’t specify, but there was an experience I had that I wanted to include.  I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll explain the rest in an Author’s Note after the story.  My prompt was “If you hit on me one more fucking time, I’ll punch you.” It’s bolded in the story.  As always, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, sexual harassment

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39. “Don’t cry.”

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

“You’re moving to London and you didn’t bother to tell me?” He asked the second you stepped out of the shower dressed in the oversized shirt he had just gifted you, hair wrapped with a towel.

A deafening silence engulfed the room momentarily as you stared at him for a brief moment, a part of you trying to digest everything that was happening and the other figuring how the hell he came to learn about this.

“I- um well…I was going to. Just not yet,” You started, then scrambled to find the right words to say as you saw how his expression darkened. “I mean…! I haven’t decided yet, and I still have about a month to do so…”

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. Obsessive Impulsive . 3

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’  He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her.  'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks.  They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again.  This is not for sensitive readers.  Violence, stalking, etc.  

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter.  This will update every other day.  

“Oi. Shorty.”

She ignored him. Instead, she shifted Lily in her lap so that he could see the book they were sharing. He tapped the page and she turned it, eyes scanning the page with eagerness. Lily snorted in her lap, but said nothing about what she was doing: ignoring Gajeel.

Shrimp,” he tried again.

She didn’t react. Levy finished the pages and waited until Lily tapped before turning it again so they could finish the chapter before Gajeel lost all patience.

“Levy!” he growled, bristling.

Lily tapped, Levy turned, and Gajeel ripped the book from her hands. “Hey!” she snapped, immediately diving for it and upsetting Lily, who hissed in annoyance as he ended up on the floor of the train compartment. Levy wasn’t even sure how Gajeel was moving. Usually, the dragon slayers would be nearing unconsciousness.

“Stop ignoring me,” he rumbled, glaring at her. She glared back.

“No.” she retorted. “Not until you apologize.”

“I ain’t got anythin’ to apologize for!”

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I don’t!”

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I Made You Mine- part 6

The only thing I can provide to the Fandom is this stupid thing- so here.
You get another bath and a deep conversation.
(RATED R sorta)
Warren awoke what felt like hours later, and opened his blurry eyes to see himself laying on a large, dark bed, draped in smooth blankets and sheets. His head rested comfortably on a soft pillow, and his arms had come up to wrap securely around it and hold it close under himself. He then lifted his head slightly to look around the dimly lit room, and saw that he was alone on the bed with nothing but the pillows and comforters around him. The room was silent, with only the golden patterns on the walls giving him enough illumination to barely see, and Warren’s head felt oddly heavy, as if it had finally gotten the hours of sleep it very much needed.
It was then that he suddenly remembered last night- and his talk with En Sabah Nur.

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Love in the Time of Murder (Part 2)

A/N: A part 2 at last, yay, woo. Like i said this is the argument and then its back to the present

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Angst maybe. Then fluff. Spoilers for season 4

Word Count: 578

Summary: After you accidently confess your feelings to Sherlock, you start receiving death threats. You go to your former best friend for help.

Permanent Taglist: @burningarbiterheart


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Originally posted by roadswewalk

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Wincest Drabble

Yep. I have tried to stay away, but alas. I have written a Wincest drabble.

I think I have tagged appropriately, please let me know if I have forgotten a tag I should be using. I know this is not everyone’s ship. I won’t be at all offended if you choose not to read this.  I WILL be offended if you send me a mean message.

It wasn’t surprising that Dean teased Sam about coming home from the bar early. (“No one interested in hunting moose tonight?”) It wasn’t surprising that Sam gave him a bitch face and said nothing in response, simply handing him a beer and settling in the motel chair. This was totally normal.

It wasn’t surprising that when Dean decided to go to bed, he passed Sam’s chair and tugged on his hair, still giving him shit about whatever he could. It wasn’t surprising that he laughed when Sam shrugged him off, rolling his eyes, his mouth forming a tight, straight line. This was totally normal.

It was surprising, however, when Sam stood and came at Dean, backing him against the wall like a predator stalking his prey. That was not totally normal.

“Jesus, Sam, calm down,” Dean said, laugh a little higher than it had been seconds earlier. “I didn’t mean to get you all twisted.”

Sam laughed too, then, but it was hard, not quite right. “Didn’t mean to…” He stepped even closer, his chest bumping Dean’s. “No, you never mean to do anything. You just touch and joke and play and I’m supposed to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sam, what are you-”

“You think I couldn’t get a girl if I wanted one? I don’t want one, Dean.” His face was determined now, that stubborn expression Dean had seen since he was a little boy, the one that said he had made a decision, and he was not backing down until he saw it through.

“Okay,” Dean tried to shove him away, but Sam stood firm. “Look, if dudes are more your style, I’m not gonna judge…”

Sam rolled his eyes and put his hands on the wall, beside Dean’s head, caging him in. “Not guys, you idiot. You.”

And then Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s, hot and insistent.

Dean made a surprised sound in the back of his throat. This was Sam. He should be shoving him away, thinking about all the reasons why this was wrong.

Instead, he was thinking about how perfect Sam’s lips were, all that tanned skin he knew was under the shirt Sam wore, how he had been secretly glad that Sam had come home early, and come home alone.

Dean carefully leaned into the kiss. The second Sam felt him respond, he dug his fingers into his waist, pulling him close, kissing him with everything he’d been holding back for who knows how long.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both panting. Dean stared at Sam, surprised now by the fact that he didn’t seem surprised at all.

I Can’t Hate You (Bobby x Reader)

P.S this was requested by an anon. I hope you like this and it’s pretty intense so preapre yourselfs. Enjoy!


You met Bobby through mutual friends. One day your friend called you to come with her for dinner with her man and some other guys, since you had nothing to do you went with her. You wore your hair in a ponytail, with bold make up and cat eyeliner, whiel you chose to wear your loose light blue jean coloured dress with a pair of heels. When Bobby saw you he was intrigued, you were different, not just because of your foreign looks, but your personality. You were strong, you had an amazing aura, everybody could feel your presence, he got to see that when the guys touched a triggering subject which got you mad. After turning them down with sharp comments you got silent, but your silence was loud, everyone could feel how mad you were, the whole table got silent awkward as you checked your phone to distract yourself. He wasn’t used to meeting girls like you, you were a leader, he liked that.

The most suprising about you was when you got in a relationship with him. You hated PDA so you never really kissed or hugged him around friends, but behind closed doors you were like a different person. So comforting and sweet, you loved to cuddle and play around with him and showed a ton of affection. Also you were a fighter, you knew how to stand up for yourself and put on a good fight, you never cried or showed sadness when you fought with him, you were completely strong and calm. But of course there is a first time for everything.

Bobby had a lot in his plate. The group, his solo career, an image to uphold, sometimes it just gets too much. Bobby was a very chill boyfriend, he never really had an attitude, but when he did boy was it a strong one. You tried to call him to congratulate him for the m/v, but he didn’t pick up, so you called again, but he hanged up on you. That was weird, he has never done that, you tried to brush it off, thinking that he will call back eventually, but he didn’t. The whole day passed and he did not call or texted, although he had time to post on insta, which made you extremely mad, why was he ignoring you? You waited patiently for him to call back, it had been 2 days before you officially had enough. So you got off from work and went straight to his house. You knocked on the door and waited for him to open. Which he did, 20 minutes after, before he could even speak you walked in.

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

You asked him. Crossing your hands over your chest, tapping your foot against the well polished floor. He closed the door, he was extremely calm, it made you want to puch him straight in the nose.

“I was busy”

“busy doing what? choosing an instagram filter? I saw the posts Jiwon”

Using his real name meant only one thing. Danger, he should have already start digging a whole. Instead all he did was scoff and roll his eyes. What the hell? You are supposed to be mad, not him. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to explain.

“This is what you’ve been doing? Stalking me? That’s sad”

What? Was he really going down that rabbithole? He wants to play then you would show him. What he said did not really hit home, it  was still an insult though.

“Stalking? That’s what you want to call me wanting to know if you are alive?”

“I clearly am. At least did you like the pictures?”

He was arrogant. He didn’t even apologize for completely pushing you out of his life. Your anger was mixed with sadness, he had never talked to you this way.

“Is that all you have to say? I wanted to congratulate you”

“A text would be enough. I got shit to do, I can’t really keep up with your boring life”

His insults got stronger. He really did try to hurt you, it was not cool and definetely not acceptable.

“How dare you say such things? I was the one that helped you through everything”

“Well instead of helping me you could have taken the time to help yourself. Those two days you were playing detective you could have gone to the gym or work on your skin, or maybe work on becoming something better in your work place.”

Wow. You were shocked at what he said, it was like a punch straight to your heart. You were not skinny, you didn’t have perfect skin, you had a normal job, those were your biggest insecurities in the relationship. Bobby for you was perfect in every way, now he was putting you down in the worst way. You stared at him, until you saw his face going from angry to soft, that is when you felt the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks. You tried to wipe them off as you sniffled.


“Stay away from me!”

You yelled at him. It was the first time he saw you cry, it scared him, he really went too far. You got your bag you had thrown to the ground and run for the door.

“Baby please”

“Don’t you ever speak about me that way again. Actually don’t ever speak to me again”

You said meaning every word. He hurt you bad, you both knew that, leaving you two sad and upset. As soon as he saw you drive off he punched the doorframe, cussing loudly. How could he be so stupid? He let the stress get to him so much he couldn’t think straight. Until he saw your chin shake and the tears run down your beatifull face that was full of hurt, you looked so vunerable and broken at the time, it made him want to hug you, but he couldn’t cause he was the one that hurt you. He had to make this right, but how, what could make you forgive me. Was there such thing?


When you got to your apartment you threw yourself to your bed, finally able to let the sobs control you and cry all you want. Hearing the man that you love say such hurtfull things was the worst experience, you didn’t wish it to anyone. It was a stab in the heart, you hated him right now. You helped him, you’ve been there for him, you loved him for who he was, you have accepted him flaws and all. But no, that was not enough anymore. You heard your phone ringing, you got up and walked to your purse. Bobby’s picutre was on your screen, you threw the phone to the ground, breaking it. He was done for you, nothing could change what he said


It’s been a week since the incident. You have supposedly been doing fine, you went out with friends, you were working, you have people supporting you. But inside you were screaming, even when you were dressed to impress, make up done perfectly, not a hair out of place, you felt ugly. His words ringing in your head, you had tried to go to the gym more ofte, visited different spa’s for your skin and body, but the scar was deeper. You didn’t want to be good enough, you wanted to prove him wrong, that you were indeed beautiful. That’s what you thought, in reality you wanted to prove it to yourself.

Bobby was well aware from what was going on. Now he was the one lurking on your instagram posts, seeing you in tight clothes, sweating like crazy to the gym, group pictures with friends. It killed him to see you moving on with your life. He tried everything, sending flowers, calling you, messaging you, everything he possibly could. But now he had one more card up his sleeve, he drove to your place, thankfully your car was there which meant you were too. He took a deep breath and got out of his car and to your door, he had one chance and he better make it a good one. He knocked on your door, you thinking it was your girlfriend you opened the door, already dolled up and ready to go. But it was not your friend, it was your EX boyfriend. As soon as you laid eyes on him your face became harsher

“Go away. You’re not wanted here”

You said. Your voice colder than any ice, but he had to push through. He looked at you straight in your eyes

“Can I come in”


You replied instantly. He did this, he can’t come back now.

“Please princess”

You felt the pain in your chest when you heard what he called you. He used to call you that cause you were kinda ‘spoiled’ and picky about your stuff, also you loved to dress up and all that stuff so he called you princess to tease you or make you talk to him when you gave him the silent treatment. You know you should just close the door in his face, instead you moved to the side, your heels clicking at the floor. He walked in at the familiar apartment while you closed the door, taking a deep breath to control yourself.

“You look nice”

“Really? One week ago I was fat and had ugly skin though”

You fired back. Making him look down in shame, he deserved that, that’s why he didn’t say anything. He walked with you to the living room and sat down

“I wanted to apologize for what I said. I shouldn’t have said those harsh words, but I unfortunately can’t take them back. I let stress get to me and I hurt you, I made you feel bad about yourself, that’s not what boyfriends do. But please darling, you know I love you more than any other, please forgive me, I promise I will never ever hurt you again. I need you princess, i’m begging you”

You could see the tears in his eyes. You could feel his pain, but you could also feel yours, your lips became dry, so did your throat.

“Why should I do that? You already hurt me once, you showed what you were capable of. As soon as something got too much you turned to me. ME! the person that was your biggest fan, all I wanted was to congratulate you. You fucked up my life so… bad… i can’t”

You couldn’t talk anymore. Sobs were heard instead of words. you covered your face with your hands as you broke down. You couldn’t be strong anymore. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and let you cry it out, he hated himself. He looked at what he caused, he broke you, the strong woman he met was now crying

“What’s worse is that… I can’t hate you. I tried so hard but I can’t, why Jiwon?”

You questioned. He bit his lip, trying to control his tears, he didn’t deserve to cry, he had no place to act hurt, he caused this, he has to fix it. He took your face in his hands as you tried to calm down and control your sobs.

“I love you. That’s all I can say, please tell me to leave. Please tell me we are over. Tell you never want to see me again. Cause if you don’t I will keep trying. Say the words and i’ll be gone”

He was honest. You could see it in his eyes, you opened your mouth to say something but you couldn’t. You looked in his eyes and you saw how hurt he was, the tears that just waited to be released, the way he bit his lip so hard it would bleed.

“Please hug me”

You whimpered. He obeyed, hugging your broke form, he rubbed your back as he let you cry all you wanted

“Don’t leave. I want you here”

“Then i’ll stay. As long as you want me to”

Originally posted by yn-g

Everyone Needs A Little Help Sometimes


As I walked up to my apartment building, taking out the keys to my mailbox I took a deep breath. Working for the FBI did have it’s perks like having a team that is like a family to you and seeing a lot of different places and cultures, even if you weren’t there on the best time. It has its obvious drawbacks like lack of sleep, not a very active personal life and of course the shit coffee from small town police stations. I knew I was ready for a long nap, a hot bath and some scented candles to round out the long and frustrating week. I was dreading this moment, opening the mailbox and finding another letter with my name on it in his hand writing. One more deep breath and I place my key in the small box labeled B7, turned my key and opening the box with a little tug and the wing of the rectangular door on the box. Junk mail, junk mail, a letter from my mother the oldfashioned woman that she is, junk mail and another letter, with the same hand writing as the past few letters that I have been getting for four months straight. I immediately ran up the two flights of stairs to my apartment floor and jogged to the seventh door, opening it with uneven breath and shaky fingers.
“Shit.” I whispered as I dropped the keys on the dark blue tile floor of the hallway, taking a deep breath, trying to push the panic and nerves back into the dark corner of my mind and picked up the keys once again. After about four failed attempts to get the key in the handle, I finally got it in the lock and quickly got inside, locking all three of the locks on my door behind me and kicking off my heels from work and leaving them by the front of the door.
“Calm down.” I whispered to myself as I sat on the couch and looked at the many letters laid across the coffee table each one saying how he was back, how he was going to find me, if stalking me wasn’t enough he wanted to take it to the next level. I  dropped the letter on the table and ran my hands through my hair and then down to my thighs, gripping my pants in frustration. Panic attacks felt as if you were under water, you were about to come up for air and you could feel the top layer of water, the sunshine on your finger tips but you just jet pulled father down that you even started, with your air running out. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to calm myself down right now, I needed to call someone, to talk to someone who understood some of what was going on, the only person that came to mind was Spencer.
“Hello? (Y/N)?” Spencer answered the phone the third ring and I took a shaky breath, tears now falling freely. “Can you come to my a-apartment. I’m all alone- I just need you.” I said wiping my tears with the backs of my shaking hands and I could hear shuffling on the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah just stay calm. I remember where you live from when Penelope and I dropped you off, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said hanging up the phone and I felt my heart begin to race. Ten minutes, a lot could happen in ten minutes. What if he comes here? What if his empty threats on paper weren’t so empty? I can’t think like that, Spencer was ten minutes away and knowing him he was already out his front door and running towards my apartment. I tried taking deep breaths but they just came out unsteady and the tears ruining my hope that it would stop on it’s own and Spencer wouldn’t have to see me like this and the stalker ex-boyfriend letters.
“(Y/N) open up!” Spencer yelled pounding on my front door and I stumbled to my door, legs trembling, hands shaking it took me a minute or two to open the door and fall into Spencer’s arms, a sobbing mess.
“Hey, hey it’s alright.” He said hugging me close and walking us into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.
“L-Locks.” I hiccuped out and while on of his arms was around me, the other locked the locks. He smelled of old books, coffee and a faint smell of cologne. He smelled like Spencer, like protection. He didn’t ask questions, he just wrapped one arm around my waist, the other under my arm and around my back while one of my arms was gripping the fabric of the back his shirt, the other arm went to around his neck and to the bottom layer of his hair, seeking comfort in the hug that I so desperately needed.
“Sit, you need to sit down if your breathing is uneven.” He whispered after holding the hug for a few minutes, only to break away and pull me over to the couch.
“I want you to count to ten out loud, taking deep breaths in between each number. I’m right here, nothing is going to happen.” He said sitting on his knees, in front of me and taking one of my hands in his, running his thumb over my knuckles calmingly.
“one…two” I chocked out, Spencer nodding slowly and using his other hand that wasn’t holding mine to dry my tears from my face and taking deep breaths with me.
“three…four…five” I whispered as my hands stopped shaking and my heartbeat started to slow back down to normal.
“six…seven” I said as Spencer’s hand rested on the side of my face, his warm chestnut eyes locked on mine, my breathing soon calming down with each breath.
“eight…nine…ten.” I said calming down to almost normal but feeling as tired as I have ever been. I knew I as going to have to explain everything to Spencer but all that was on my mind was sleep.
“Spencer will you stay the night, I’ll explain everything in the morning I promise. I’m just, scared.” I asked and he nodded without even thinking about it.
“Explain later (Y/N). I’m here and nothing is going to happen to you. You are perfectly safe.” He whispered as we got up from the couch, knowing that if we slept there we would both be in pain tomorrow morning. I knew Spencer was able to protect me and was going to if something should happen but I didn’t want him to have to. Being in the FBI means being able to protect yourself.
“I know what you are thinking and everyone needs a little help sometimes. I’m not going anywhere and I’ll sleep with my gun on.” he said making me let out a little chuckle and I had never been more thankful to have him in my life.

anonymous asked:

hi, greer! I absolutely adore your blog (you seem like such a friendly, bright, knowledgeable person!) and your cats are totally lovely. my SO and i are both completely enamored with pangur and grim (we love sending cute pictures of them to each other when we need a little day-brightening), and I was wondering if you have a favorite story or picture of them being precious girlfriends?

oh man thank you!

huh, lemme try. this’ll be dull though, so heck off if y'all expect more. okay, there’s this pack of coyotes that’s like permanently grouped & howling in my parent’s yard? it makes me so afraid…when they howl, I creep about & make sure the doors are closed (even int he dead of winter), bc anxiety. don’t want them eating my potatoes.

SO half-dozing one night, I hear the howling start. I BOLT upright in bed, send Pangur flying, she screams & runs out & down a flight of stairs. gotta now go retrieve and reassure the poor weasel, carry her back up all those stairs, plop her onto my bed, n tuck the girl in. then Grim does her part by stalking over & washing ping’s head for a good 5 minutes. 

Pangur’s calmed, I’m calmed (bc I totally checked the doors while rescuing Pangur), and we all sleep. here’s the photo that resulted:

Call me monster- Part 4

Summary: Upon their arrival to the hotel things taken an unexpected turn….  

Word count; 3.1k

Author: Admin B- thank you for being so patient enjoy!

Warnings; blood, vampire, oral sex, lil bit of dirty talk, general smut

Part 3 ~ Exo Masterlist ~ Part 5

Originally posted by lullabyun

He stood ahead of you. Eyes bloodshot. Breathe shaky. Ahead of you stood the man that blessed you with so much happiness but cursed you with so much pain. He was self-destructive but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him for his heart begged you to stay. As blood dripped down his face he screamed at you to run. As far and as fast as you possibly could. But instead you stood paralysed in his sight. Until he finally attacked… 

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Black Velvet

I’ve debated long and hard with myself about posting a fic that involves Demon!Dean, because there have been so many amazing ones already written. But this hasn’t left me alone since I wrote the drabble that will now serve as a prologue. So I’m posting it again, and continuing with the story…


The air is pressing in around you. Gravity is a bully, pushing at you until you can barely lift your feet. Sorrow is heavy, thick…a smothering presence that halts all thought, leaving only pain, unvoiced because there are no words dark enough, despairing enough, hopeless enough to describe it.

You stumble from Dean’s room, blindly making your way down the hall towards the library. Sam throws back a shot of whiskey as you watch from the doorway, and his eyes, dead and lifeless, move up to meet yours. Your lips part, you open your mouth, but no word or sound escapes. Your throat constricts and you look back down again, unable to bear the desolation on his face. You turn away, slow motion as if you are wading through a sea of molasses, and then you feel his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back, turning you towards him as he folds you into himself.

And that’s when you break. You feel, more than hear, the deep sob being wrenched from Sam’s chest, and you crumble into sharp, brittle shards, quaking in his unyielding embrace as you curl your fingers into fists around handfuls of his soft plaid. Sam sinks to his knees as he holds you, and you clutch each other, the vortex of grief and loss sucking at you, clawing, trying to pull you both under.

Chapter 1

You’re beyond tired, right down to your bones. Your eyes feel dry, almost gritty from lack of sleep and the sea of tears you’ve cried the last few days. Everything aches. Everything.

But Sam needs you. The desperate search for Dean, or what used to be Dean, has consumed him, and you are doggedly determined to be there for him, to find answers when he needs them. You are holding yourselves together – Sam, by his fierce devotion to recovering his brother’s body and bringing him back, and you, by throwing yourself completely into giving him some kind of anchor to hold on to. Sam has stubborn, unrelenting hope that Dean can be saved. You, however, are in mourning for him, desolate and achingly lonely for the man you loved with everything you have in you. Being there for Sam is the only thing keeping you from lying curled up in your bed and surrendering completely to the grief that presses in on you every minute of every day.

You send Sam a message containing the information he asked for and close the laptop, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head on them for a moment. You just need to rest your eyes, just for a few seconds. You should eat something, but nothing has any flavor. You should sleep, but the fear of the nightmares that haunt you keep you from your bed. The memory of his battered and bloody face are always in your mind, but in your dreams… it’s fresh, agonizing, just as if you’re seeing him for the first time. And you can’t bear it.

Warmth surrounds you like a blanket, and you feel a brush of lips against your neck. You sigh softly, as strong hands run up the slope of your back, then gently knead at your aching shoulders. And then a chill runs up your spine as you realize there is no one there to kiss you, to touch you. You jerk yourself upright and turn in your chair, eyes wide and terrified… but there is nothing to see. You could swear you weren’t asleep, but… you must have been.

And if you can fall asleep at the table, you really must give in and go to bed. You take a sleeping pill, hoping it will keep your subconscious safely at bay, and crawl between the sheets, hugging a pillow to your chest.

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ireapathighnoon  asked:

Firstly, I love reading your fics! They make my crap days so much better, helps my depression too not going to lie. Anyway, can i please have McCree/Reaper drabble about having a lazy afternoon with their s/o's? Nsfw or not i dont mind.

I’m glad that my fics do that!!!

This may be short idk and only writing Reaper, I’m writing this as I wait for a movie.


Things have finally started to calm down around Talon due to no one wanted to start anything new, as it was late in the afternoon and everyone had to turn in a few hours later ready for the next day.

Everyone was extremely exhausted and wanted nothing but to relax, they have been busy the last few days trying to keep tabs on all the Overwatch agents.

But one man- or what’s left of one- was probably the person who’s most tuckered out and just absolutely had it with everyone. Except for you that is.

Some how the kind of edge was able to land himself a significant other despite his current circumstance that he’s forever stuck with. You were able to look past all of his ‘flaws’ and were able to see something in him.

Reaper wanted nothing more that just to lie down with you on this lazy afternoon and just get rid of the stress and anger that was quickly built. You were able to calm him down just by being around him. That’s probably why your Talons medic and you were Reapers favourite medicine.

He stalked outside of the medbay while you did a checkup on one of the agents that were injured the other day. It felt like hours that he was waiting for you to pop out to accompany him- but it was only 15 minutes.

When the injured agent staggered out of the room mumbling a ‘thank you’ Reaper growled in anger towards them annoyed that he had to wait for you because of the agents injury.

“Only five more minutes.” Your voice rang sounding equally as tired as Reaper felt. He sauntered into the room until he was behind you and he wrapped his arm around your waist placing his head in the crook of your neck.
“Now.” Was all he said in more of a command patience long gone.
“Five minutes and not a minute longer. I’ve just got to clean up.” Reaper groaned letting go of you and sitting down on one of the beds. He didn’t want to start an argument just because he wanted to cuddle with you on the bed.

He was tapping his foot on the floor and his fingers on his crossed arms as he waited eagerly for you. When he noticed you were down he jumped up off of the bed to scoop you up in his arms and quickly made your way to your shared quarters.

Daddy Issues 7 (S.W)









|2,1k words tho|


“Shay Isaac Wilkinson, get your ass down here!” I yell up the stairs at my 17 year old son. I’ve just gotten home to find the house messier than it was before I left 3 hours ago. I asked him to do two things – to tidy up the house and make sure his siblings ate. That’s all he had to do, and he didn’t. “Are you freakin’ kidding me, Shay? You didn’t tidy the god damn house again!”

He steps onto the first step at the top and shrugs his shoulders like it’s not a big deal, typical. “Sorry. I fell asleep just after you left, I woke up like 20 minutes ago.”

“Really, Shay? You did this last week.”

He rolls his eyes at me and runs a hand through his messy brown hair. “I’m sorry that I fell asleep, it’s not a big deal, mom.”

“You didn’t do what you were told to do again? Really, Shay?” Sam asks from behind me as he closes the front door. “You need to stop slacking, dude, really, it’s not going to help you.”

“Did the others eat lunch?” I ask and start picking up kids toys from the floor. Shay doesn’t bother answering me, so I take it as a no. Great, I have to clean up after my kids and cook for them because their brother couldn’t be bothered, as per usual.

Sam shakes his head and pulls everything out of my hand, dropping it back on the floor. “Don’t clean it up, Y/N, he’s awake now, he can do it himself.” He looks up at our son, “Get your ass to work, or no allowance this week.”

“Seriously?” Shay groans and starts walking down the stairs.

“If you want cash to go out, you gotta earn it, now start cleaning up.” Sam orders and stalks down the hallway to the playroom. “This isn’t fair, it isn’t even my mess.”

God, I hope that I wasn’t that annoying when I was a teenager. Lori said Shay’s a mini Sam, attitude and looks wise. I can barely keep calm when Shay acts like this, I don’t know how Lori managed to keep her cool with Sam.

“So what if it isn’t your mess? I don’t make a mess around here but I’m still the one who has to clean it up, suck it up and clean up, boy.”

“Yeah, but you chose to have kids, meaning that there’s going to be a mess, therefore, your kids equals your mess.”

“Every time you talk back to me, that’s a dollar off of your allowance.” I kick my shoes off and place them on the shoe rack and begin to follow after my husband.

“Are you freaking kidding me? That’s bullshit!”

I glance over my shoulder, “Want me to make it five?”

“No.” He slumps and starts to pick up the different toys and various objects scattered across the floor.

“That’s what I thought.”


“How was the appointment?” Amy asks and places a takeout coffee cup and a bagel on the table in front of me. She had come over with her kids to have our weekly catch up whilst Sam takes Shay to his basketball practice.

“It went well.” I smile.

“Well in what way?”

“Well that we got what we thought we got.”

“Are you serious?” I nod my head and take another sip of my drink. Amy’s eyes widen as she sets her coffee cup down on a coaster. “Y/N, that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

I grin at my best friend and look over at her daughter, Malia, playing blocks with my son, Cooper. They’re the same age, both of them being 2, but Cooper being older by 3 months. We already have a plan for them to get married, they’re best friends after all.

Amy’s other two kids, Quinlee and Jordyn, are the same age as our two daughters, Maisy (13) and Saskia (9), so they all play together and hang out when they come over or we go to their house. It’s pretty convenient, really.

“We told Cooper earlier and he just stared at us for a few seconds, shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing. I don’t think he really understood what we were saying, bless his heart!”

Sam and I thought that it would be nice to tell our youngest that he would no longer be the youngest sibling. He doesn’t understand yet, he’s still so young and all, he’ll understand when he doesn’t get any sleep at night.

“He’s so cute, I love him.” Amy gazes over at our kids lovingly. “Is Sam happy about it?”

“It was his idea, he said he wanted to try again, just for one more – for now.”

“You actually think about more?”

“Well, yeah…”

“This is your 5th, Y/N, you actually want a 6th?” I just shrug. “You really are crazy, Y/N, I’ve only had 3 and I’m done. No more. That part of my life is over with now.”

“It’s not like you keep your legs closed though.”

“Oh shut up, I can’t help but want to make love to my husband.”

And that husband would be Kenny Holland.

Sam and I thought they would make a good couple so we set them up on a blind date (they had met a few times before but not enough to be considered ‘friends’) and they absolutely loved it. That was just after I had Shay, so 16, nearly 17 years ago, and they’ve been together since – married for 12 years.

They mentioned us in their wedding speech and in their vows, it was the cutest thing ever.

“I could see us having another one, maybe in a few years.” Amy shrugs. “I know Kenny wants a boy, so I’m sure he’d want to try for one.” Kenny loves having three girls, he grew up as the only boy with 5 sisters so he knows how to look after girls, but he’s always wanted a little boy that he can play sports with, especially because his girls are all girly girls, and teach how to shave. “It would be nice to have a boy in the mix.”

I nod. “We have two of each so we’re lucky I guess.” Two girls so close in age is not lucky, though. The amount of arguments I have to break up per week is more than both Sam and I can count on both fingers and toes.

Amy pulls out a box of snacks from her baby bag and hands two teddy bear shaped biscuits to Malia to share with Cooper. “How are you going to tell everyone?”

“I’ve got no clue yet, I don’t even know how they’re going to react so it’s going to be a tough one. I mean, we said that Cooper would be the last…”

I also said that Shay would be my first and my last kid and I ended up pushing another 3 out of me and another one on the way. Apparently no one was surprised that I didn’t stick to my word – I have the tendency to get baby fever every time I see a baby in the street or on the TV. It has been my worst habit ever since I had Shay.

Somehow, I managed to restrain myself from having kid after to kid.


“Maisy, Saskia! Dinner’s ready!”

“Is it actually ready and dished up or has it just gone in the oven?”

“I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t!”

“That’s what nana does sometimes.” Maisy claims as she sits in her usual seat at the table. “She makes us sit at the table and talk to her whilst she’s cooking.”

“You’re lucky if she even lets you in the kitchen when she’s cooking,” Sam laughs and places a small bowl of food on Coopers tray and sits down next to him. “When I was growing up, she would threaten to throw a hot spoon at us if we went in to even get a drink when she was cooking.”

“That’s because you were an annoying little so and so when you were growing up.”

He grins over at me. “That is true.”

“She threatened to throw a carrot at me once.” Shay mutters as he walks into the kitchen and slumps into his chair. “She said I was just as bad as dad.”

“What’s for dinner?” Saskia asks and takes a seat next to her younger brother. “I’m starving.”

“Pasta, like I told you earlier.”

“I probably wasn’t listening.” I roll my eyes and place her plate in front of her.

“Do you ever listen to me, Saskia?”

“I do… Sometimes…”

“At least you’re honest about it.” I take a glance at Sam with a raised eyebrow and he just rolls his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”

“Funny.” I comment and finally sit down in my chair. Everyone had dug into their food the moment they got it, Shay was already half way through his but Sam had barely touched his due to making sure Cooper actually ate what he was given.

Everyone goes quiet as the table is full, people making small comments here and there. Dinner time is the only time when the house is quiet because everyone’s mouths are full and they’re more focused on eating their food to get out of the awkward silence than making any kind of conversation to lessen the awkwardness.

Maybe this would be a good time to announce it.

“Do you guys want to know what happened at my appointment today?”

Shay looks up from his plate with a knowing look. “I’ve heard this shit before.”

“That’s a rude word, Shay.” Saskia points out and crosses her arms across her chest. “You shouldn’t say rude words.”

“Shut up you little-“

Sam smacks his hand against the wooden table and shoots Shay a look. “Keep your mouth closed, Shay, don’t swear in front of your siblings.”

“You shouldn’t be swearing at all.” I mutter with an eye roll. “Anyway, you know you said you wanted another little brother or sister, Sas?”

She slowly nods and I can see her physically thinking back to when she said that to me and clearly trying to figure out what I was saying. Maisy understood what I was saying straight away and a small smile erupted over her face. She looks happy to be an older sister again but I’m sure she’s fed up of having to put up with younger siblings crying all through the night, especially on school nights.

“You’re pregnant again?” Shay asks quietly. He’s definitely fed up of having babies in the house, especially since he’s put up with 13 years and 3 babies worth of it.

“Yes, I am pregnant. We’re having another baby.”

Sam grins down at me happily and leans back on his chair. “How do you guys feel about that?”

Maisy straight away tells us that she’s excited to help out with the new baby, as is Saskia – who already hopes that the baby is going to be another girl so she can play dress up with her when she’s old enough to play. Shay is incredibly hard to read.

I’ve never really been able to guess what kind of mood he’s going to be in when he comes down to get his breakfast in the morning or when he gets home from school. He’s quite emotionless. I don’t know where he got it from because both Sam and I are very expressive, he must have picked up on it somewhere.

“This is so cool, if it’s a girl, we should name her Lola!” Saskia claps in excitement. “If it’s a boy, we should name it Derek!”

“We?” Sam laughs back, “The only people naming this baby is your mother and I, sorry to burst your bubble, Sas.” I can’t help but smile. I remember when Shay was this excited about me being pregnant with Maisy, he was so desperate for me to have a boy that he cleared up half of his room so that he could share it with the baby. When he found out the baby was a girl, he put all his toys back into their original place because he didn’t want to paint his blue room pink.

Throwback to the days where my own son actually appreciated me and everything I did for him. Oh do I miss those days.

“Are you excited to be a big brother, Coop?” Sam asks Cooper, who drops his fork onto his tray and bursts into a fit of adorable giggles. “I take that he is.”

“You won’t be the youngest anymore, Coops! You won’t be the baby!”

“He’ll always be my baby, won’t you Cooper?” He nods and picks his fork back up. “No matter how old you guys are, you’ll always be my babies. Even you Shay.” He rolls his eyes and tries his hardest to stop a smile.

I love my ‘little’ growing family.


anonymous asked:

Can you do ktbb guys reaction when their girlfriend came to them crying/scared stating that someone is stalking her?

Note: Sorry no Luke or Hishikura this time around I didn’t know what to write for Luke and I was lazy ;p 

Eisuke: He never knew what to do when you were crying so hard. He pulled you hard by the shoulders so you fell onto his chest, holding you in his arms as you cried into his chest. You muttered something about staining his shirt, but he only pushed your face into his chest as a response, “You think a damn shirt matters to me right now?” He grunted, holding you in his arms until you fell asleep from exhaustion. He would ask questions later but for now he would comfort you.

Soryu: Right when the words left your mouth Soryu stormed out of the room, gun drawn as he checked the chamber in his gun. ‘Good, it’s full.’ He thought, pulling on his suit jacket to adjust it while he briskly walked down the hallway. He ignored the calls from you behind him as he walked up to Inui, ordering him to keep you in the office with the other dragons. “Soryu please!” You pleaded. You didn’t want him to do this right now. It was too sudden, too rash, but he only gave you an expressionless glance, “No one, no one, threatens my woman.” And with that he left the office. 

Ota: He couldn’t understand a word that left your mouth in your haste as you cried into his chest. After holding you in his arms and calming you down some, he felt the anger bubble up inside of him when he heard about you being stalked. “Who was it?” He asked, a serious expression on his face. You shook your head, having no clue as to who the guy was. “You tell me exactly what he looks like,” Ota said, sitting you down in his lap in front of his canvas, “And I’ll draw what you tell me to okay?”

Baba: He normal cheery expression went stiff when he found you crying in your room alone. “Princess what’s wrong, tell me please.” He pleaded, coaxing you into revealing your stalker and your fears. He felt sick. Sick knowing someone was following you and sick because he didn’t realize until now. “Shh, shh,” He whispered, pulling you into his arms, “I’ll fix this alright? No need to worry anymore.” He said into your ear, rocking you back and forth. There was no way someone would make you suffer anymore.

Mamoru: “Huh?” He asked as you confided in the long kept secret of your stalker. You thought you would be strong, but the tears came pouring out as you ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. “He’s going to think I’m a kid again…” You muttered, crouching onto the bathroom floor and wipeing away your tears. “Sweetheart,” Mamoru called out, softly knocking on the door, “Come on, let me in.” And with that he slowly opened the door to you on the floor crying into your hands. It broke his heart to see you like this. To be so scared, so vulnerable, and to think that he would think less of you because of it? If anything, he thought you were so strong to go this long without telling him about it. Holding you from behind, he turned you around so you were facing him, sitting in his lap. “I’ll take care of him sweetheart okay? No one hurts my girl.”