not even sure i hear what she said

Otayuri Week Day 7: Fantasy
what is this lmao
oh well it took nearly 2 days making this. struggling with designing beka’s armor and yurio’s wings because it’s my first time drawing fantasy AU. I want to make Yurio’s wings look slim but not really have soft edges(???) so i made it a bit spiky and I changed the design like 3 times. and for otabek’s armor…. Idk how to armor btw. so I just make it simple and not really troublesome to draw. I also imagine him wearing and move with it so i make sure to make him comfortable. and WHAT IS SWORD *crying*

actually i was going to draw pirate otabek x merman yurio but i changed my mind. i’ll draw them later tho.

thank you everyone for the likes and comments and even messages I really appreciate it and really happy that you like my drawings. it’s really fun drawing this couple.


oh and yesterday I read tweets from twitter, someone translate Kubo-sensei’s interviews on Spoon Magazine and she said that Otabek is a God of Victory and Yurio is loved by that God. and you can hear me screaming in the distance.

I cant believe otayuri is the 2nd largest pair in YOI and I am really proud of it. like we ship them on the last 3 episodes, got many otayuri official arts and merchandises, and even Kubo-sensei said Otabek love Yuri on Spoon Magazine interview

the question is. when is season 2

oh, being queer in a world that wants us to be straight. we are innocent until we pull out our guilty words, lay out the poker hand proving we’ve hid that fifth ace up our sleeve. but first, in here, in this space we occupy, uncomfortable, sweating out the wrong skin, weighing the word girlfriend on our tongues: we hear what they say about us.

i am told often homophobia “isn’t that bad anymore”, can we stop it with the singing and the slam poetry and the constant making things about us. how not everything needs to be gay or it wasn’t because you’re gay or we get it you’re gay. they say it like that. they say it with this tone, with this particular heft to it.

do they forget how they talked when they thought “this girl is one of us”? do they forget how they called the boy in pink shorts slurs. how they giggled behind their hands about boys in makeup but still made some “this is great!” comment for likes while promising us they’d never have a son that grew up in glitter. did you forget what you said when you talked about them being bi, how you spat and hissed and tutted about pronouns and how we should just give up and how people are so full of themselves now they won’t even take one of two options, they need a third to feel full.

remember once i told you about my friend. how she might be a lesbian. how she isn’t sure but she’s pretty sure and how the word scares her because it’s dirty. you waved it away and said she’d get over it, it’s just a phase, she needed the right man and she’d be happy.

no, there’s no homophobia though. it’s just that “my friend” was me. it’s just that we hear what you say and swallow our tongues and you tell us the bruise heals before the pain is even done.

I know a lot of my followers are American and maybe don’t know what’s going on with Scotland/Brexit/independence referendums, and I’m really fucking mad about it, so I wanted to make this post.

Theresa May, the UK Prime Minister, has told us we aren’t allowed to have another Independence Referendum before 2019. Scotland’s first minister, Nicola Sturgeon, had been meeting with the PM to try and negotiate a suitable time for us to take another vote on Independence, and she (along with most Scots I would think, I know I am) is shocked that the PM has turned around and said no to a vote before 2019.

Why do Scotland want another Independence Referendum? We want one because Scotland voted to REMAIN in the EU. We don’t want to leave, and if we stay a part of the UK we will be forced to leave the EU. We don’t want this to happen, we’d rather be a part of the EU than be joined with England any longer. That’s the shortest way to say it, EU > UK.

Why 2019? Nicola Sturgeon and other members of the SNP (Scottish National Party, the party that holds the most chairs in Scotland) have been thinking about making autumn 2019 a good time to hold another referendum. This means, if we chose to leave the UK, Brexit wouldn’t be in full effect yet and we could happily stay in the EU. It’s also far enough away to give everyone a good amount of time to campaign, and think about how they want to vote.

Why has Theresa May said no to 2019? May has said no because she wants to give Scotland an ultimatum. Basically by saying no to 2019 she’s telling us, sure, you can have another vote after that time all you want, but you can’t have it before the whole UK is already out of Brexit. She’s done this because she thinks that us Scots should give Brexit a chance and see what it’s like before we go leaving the UK. It also means Scotland would have to go through the hassle of joining the EU again, and she thinks this will deter us from voting for Independence.

Why is all of this a problem, and y u so mad about it Moody? Well, friends, lemme tell you a thing. First of all Theresa May is the leader of the Conservative Party, a party which out of 59 available House of Commons seats in Scotland, only hold 1. They hold 1 seat. And they’re dictating to us when we can and cannot hold a vote. Forget that she’s the PM for a second. Think about that. 1 out of 59 seats in Scotland, and she’s telling us how to run our country and thinks she understands what the Scottish people want? No.

Secondly, she’s made this decision before she even hears what the SNP have to say on the matter. The SNP are holding a meeting on Wednesday (from me posting this, next week) to talk about another referendum. May doesn’t even know what the SNP fully want to do yet because they haven’t had their meeting yet, and without hearing the SNPs general opinion post-meeting, she has said no. Jumping the gun a bit, huh?

Thirdly, it’s not up to her, it’s up to the Scottish people. I mean sure, she’s the PM, she’s said no to 2019, that was her decision. But what exactly is that achieving? Other than making it harder for Scotland to join back with the EU after we leave the UK. Nothing. She just doesn’t want to deal with Brexit and Scotland leaving the UK at the same time. Learn to multitask, PM, or hand your job over to someone who can.

Scotland want independence because we are sick and tired of having to follow everything England does. The entirety of Scotland voting one way could be overruled by the entirety of London. Just London, one city. We have less say than one English city. We’re sick of this bullshit. Did you know that England’s nuclear weapons program, Trident, is located in Scotland? That’s right, just in case someone decides to bomb us to get rid of our weapons, they put them in Scotland so they’d bomb us instead of England. Tough shit on you if we get our independence, looks like you’ll be having to deal with your own nuclear weapons from now on. Get that shit away from us.

I am angry because my country doesn’t have a say in its own future, I am angry because the English government that rules over us doesn’t give a crap about us, I am angry because we are treated as worthless ‘lesser Englishmen’, when our culture and people are entirely different to England’s. I am angry because I’m tired of the English government shitting all over my country. Fuck you, we want Independence, and delaying it won’t stop it from happening.

Cheerleading IS a sport | JJ

Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Dominant!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, hospital handjob, cocky asshole Jungkook

Word Count: 3k+

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To be young

Title: To be young

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard. 

Word count: 2,145

Songs: Midnight City by M83, Uh huh by Julia Michaels

A/N: This is my first Imagine ever so I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and if i messed up the point of view a little bit, I’m practicing and heres my first go at it! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also its not a concrete idea yet but i might make more parts to this 



  “Hey, MJ does Peter ever talk about me?” you ask staring across the lunch room at the boy you’ve had a crush on ever since you laid eyes on him in the 3rd grade. You hear Michelle sigh and close her book “Y/N just go over there and talk to him.” your eyes widen at your best friend for suggesting such a thing. “I can’t just go over there and talk to him without cause, plus..” you sigh sinking further into your seat at the lunch table “he likes Liz, remember?” Just before Michelle can get a word in about your lack of confidence towards guys, the bell rings signaling the end of lunch and beginning of the five minuet passing period to the next class.

You quickly gather your things heading out of the lunchroom and to your next class, gym.

“Hey, Y/N wait up!” you hear the familiar voice of Liz speak as everyone makes their way out of the locker rooms and into the main gym. You falter in your walk just a little hearing Liz say your name, you haven’t ever really been friends or even acquaintances with her since knowing that Peter has a crush on the girl. “Yes?” you smile as she slows her pace next to you “I’m having a party tomorrow night at my place, do you wanna come?” your mind goes blank for a minuet, Liz is asking me to her party? what? “I already asked Michelle if she could come and she said you were free so i thought i’d ask.” Liz practically read your mind, so Michelle is to blame, she’s gonna pay. “Yea, sure I’ll come, it sounds fun.” She smiles before she runs off ahead of you. “Hey Flash,” You hear her shout before she vanishes into the crowd of teenagers.

“Alright, well i think he’s a war criminal now but these are state required so lets get to work .” The gym teacher spoke after the video of Captain America ended waving his hand for everyone to get down from the bleachers and take their places on the mats.

You finally spot Michelle in the crowd of teenagers and grabbed ahold of her arm before she could lay on a mat. “Hey could we be partners?” You ask letting go of your bestie laying on the mat, “Mind if we take this mat next to you guys?” A voice that made your heartstrings tingle spoke, you quickly turn your head to see Peter laying down and getting ready to go his first sit-up. “No-not at all.” you blush and turn on your other side to come face to face with a book “Michelle” You groan louder than intended, “We’re suppose to be doing sit-ups.” You grab the book tilting it away from her face, Michelle sighs and turns on her back pushing her book up and down from her face “There happy, I’m exercising now.” She mumbled making you laugh slightly.

“Hey what about Spider-Man?” You sit up and whip your head around to the bleachers where a certain group of popular girls were sitting, “What about him Liz? You got a crush?” a friend of hers teased, “Well I mean yes he’s pretty hot but he’s also a hero you can’t leave him out.” You could see a slight pink shade her cheeks after she spoke.

“Hey, uh Peter knows Spider-Man!” Ned practically yelled from the mat next to you, what? how does Peter know Spider-Man? I mean maybe he got saved by him? But what? You were pulled from your thoughts when Peter spoke, “Well Uh  we-wel yes i do, because of the Stark internship i have but i’m not suppose to talk about it.” Peter spoke through gritted teeth when he ended his sentence. “Wait Penis Parker knows Spider-Man? And has a Stark internship? Wow this is too good, what other lies ya got?” Flash finally joined the conversation. You sighed and turned your attention back to laying down and staring at the ceiling till the end of the period.

“Well if you know him so well why don’t you invite him to Liz’s party tomorrow night?” Flash asked sarcasm clear in his voice, “Wait-wait Liz is having a party?” You perked up again at the sound of Peter’s slightly hurt voice. “Yeah, tomorrow night, my parents are out of town, you and Ned are more than welcome to come and you don’t gotta bring Spider-Man.” You could practically hear the smile in Peters voice when he replied “No-No yeah I’d love to come.” You rolled your eyes and tried to drown out the rest of the conversation.

“Okay, see ya tomorrow.” Liz spoke before the bell rang, finally. You make your way back to the locker room and change out of the gym uniform and into your regular clothes.

Well tomorrow night should be interesting, I wonder if Peter really knows Spider-Man you smile at the thought, that’d be fucking awesome.

Michelle and you took the bus together after school planning on having a sleepover and carpooling to Liz’s party the next day. “I can’t believe you already said i would go without asking me.” you lightly punch Michelle on the arm while getting ready for bed. “Hey what better things do you have going on tomorrow, staring at peter though the peep hole of your apartment again?” Michelle teased, you gasped and placed your hand on your heart pretending to be hurt by the comment. “Michelle that is an important activity and I cannot miss it.” You dramatically said and plopped down onto your bed for the night, the couch. Michelle and you always sleep on her couch for sleepovers, its big enough and comfy as hell.

“Oh whatever Y/N.” she groaned taking her place on the couch and turning on the tv. Within minuets your eyes start to get heavy, you finally give into the sleep tugging at you and fall asleep.


“Thanks for the ride!” you shout at Michelle’s dad before Michelle slams the car door shut. MJ and you start towards the front door already hearing the loud music coming from inside. “Michelle are you sure about this?” You ask grabbing her arm forcing her to stop and look at you “Look Y/N, when are you ever gonna do something like this ever again. Plus, its all apart of the high school experience.” She shrugged making her way to the front door and inside with you trailing behind her.

You were immediately greeted by Liz and shown the way to the kitchen “incase you need something to drink” Liz told you leaving you and focused her attention back onto the party. “Ok so now I Just wait for something to happen?” you spoke to yourself as you grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with water from the fridge. You made your way out of the kitchen and to the couch in the living room, where did MJ go? I’m like the only other person besides Liz she knows here so where - your thoughts were interrupted when your eyes met with the chocolatey eyes of the boy you’ve been waiting for all night.

You smile towards Peter earning a grin back from him before his attention was sent somewhere else, probably Flash shouting “wheres your friend Spider-man? I don’t see him..” You rolled your eyes and made your way over to the duo standing in the middle of the hallway, “Hey hey guys,” you nervously spoke “Finally made it.” you smiled over at Ned, his attention on the rest of the party and not you. “Yeah we got-” Peter got interrupted by a shout from the family room “If you wanna play a game come to the family room now!” you felt a hand wrap around your arm before you could protest you were in the family room seated next to Liz, Peter diagonally across from you with ned next to him and Michelle on your other side.

“Alright,” you heard Liz speak next to you “what game should we play.” a couple of hands flew up in the air and some people shouted suggestions. “How about Seven Minuets In Heaven?!” one voice shouted louder than the others, you looked over at Liz to see she was already ginning with a bottle being handed to her. “Seven Minuets In Heaven it is.” She quickly snapped her head over at you “Y/N, you spin first.” she shoved the bottle into your hand.

“No-no I’m really fine-” you didnt get to finish when you felt a sharp pain in your side from Michelle, your head spun to her side giving her a “what the hell!” look and receiving a shrug in response. You sucked in a breath, all apart of the high school experience right? you tried to reason with yourself. You put the bottle on its side on the ground and spun it, your heat begins beating faster and faster as it comes to a slow down. The bottle finally comes to a stop and your eyes rake up to where it landed, Peter Parker.

You gulped waiting for his reaction as people around him whopped for him but he just sat there eyes wide. “come one you too!” Liz sounded so gleeful and lightly shoved my shoulder for me to get up. Peter must’ve took that as a hint as well and stood up “Wher-uh What closet should we go to?” Peter asked clearing his voice. “the one right at the top of the stairs, we’ll make sure no one goes in.” Liz smiled at Peter and you while you made your way up the stairs. Oh god, what am i going to do, what if he doesn’t want to do anything with me? what if he kisses me and I’m not a good kisser or my breathe stinks- you were ripped out of your thoughts as the closet door was closed and Peter and you were left in the dark.

“uh we-we don’t have to do anything.” you whispered barely audible as you watched Peter set a timer on his phone for seven minuets. “Wh-why don’t we ask each other questions?” Peter asked making a blush creep onto your face, thank god this closet is dark and peters phone light is horrible. “sure-e” you nervously stutter, “you first.” you poke his chest earning a small laugh from him. “Okay, is it true that you have a 4.0 grade average?” You couldn’t help the laugh that  escaped your lips, “What?” Peter asked you could hear the confusion in his voice, “thats the question you wanna ask?” you placed your hand on Peters arm, what am I doing? I’m movign way too fast, “Is that bad?” Peter moved closer to you making you back up into the wall of the closet, your smile fading and a deeper bush replacing it. “uh-no no, I’d just rather not answer it.” You spoke truthfully, “alright,” you could see the smile form on peters face as he inched closer to you.

“your turn.” he whispered making your breath hitch in your throat, he’s so close, if i just move forward slightly i’d finally have my first kiss and with the guy of my dreams, you thought. “you got a question yet?” Peters smile started fading looking into your eyes, “uh- yes, did you really make your own computer?” your eyes scanned peters, he’s so close you can see his beautiful brown ombre iris’s, dark brown to a slightly lighter brown. Your breath hitched in your throat again as Peter flashed his eyes down to your lips for a split second. You start to lean into him, closer and closer to his face when your lips just barely graze each other and then Peters phone goes off.

He jumped back slightly from the sudden noise and looked down at his phone, “Has it already been seven minuets?” You laugh slightly feeling embarrassed for getting so intimate with Peter. “No..” he paused looking up from his phone and into your eyes “But i gotta, I’m really sorry Y/N, I gotta go.” He shook his head slightly before opening the closet and leaving you behind. you stood there shocked, not able to move. Peter and I almost kissed was all you could think as a deep blush crept back onto your face.

You exited the closet and went to see if you could find him at the party anywhere. you got a few weird looks after asking some people if they saw him anywhere but no one could help, not even Ned knew where Peter went.

“Well it’s too bad, we didn’t even get to see his ‘friend’ Spider-Man.” Flash spoke sarcastically to you, you just turned around to go look for MJ and tell her about what had happened, how you almost kissed your life long crush and how he almost kissed you back.

The Group Project

(Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.)

Warning: 8000 words and 75% of this is pure smut. MMF sex.  Dirty talking.  Disrespectful name calling.   The usual.


“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung! FUCK! YOU!”  Jimin was livid.  “I’ve never said a single thing to you about all the shit I have to put up with as your roommate!  All the times I’ve had to crash at a friend’s place because you brought some girl back to our dorm room for the night!  I can’t remember the last time I spent a whole week able to sleep in my own bed because of you!  And all those times I woke up to find some chick I don’t know in your bed?  Like you couldn’t just go somewhere else to fuck them? Did you really have to screw them in our room while I was asleep?”  Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but Jimin cut him off.  “And I wasn’t even asleep for all of them!  What was that one girls name? The one with the short hair? Jungin? Jungah?  Just because you took her into our bathroom to have her suck your dick doesn’t mean I didn’t hear EVERY FUCKING THING that happened in there!  You are so fucking vile!  The things you said to that girl… the sound of her choking on your dick while you called her a slut?  What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Some girls like that shit,” Taehyung replied calmly.  “She definitely liked it, that’s for sure.”

Jimin rolled his eyes dismissively.  “The point is that I’ve never said anything to you about how you’ve stuck your dick in half the women on campus.  Despite the fact that you are always inconveniencing me in order to get your rocks off, I’ve kept my mouth shut.  It’s your life and it’s not really any of my business.  But this is TOO FUCKING MUCH!  I thought we were friends?  I never thought you would totally screw me over like this!”

“We are friends!  I didn’t do this to screw you over.” Taehyung and Jimin had been randomly assigned to be roommates in their small single room dorm room their freshman year and immediately became the best of friends.  Taehyung was on a scholarship that paid for his student housing on campus and Jimin couldn’t imagine living with anyone other than Taehyung, so despite the cramped quarters and the arguments frequently caused by the lack of privacy, they continued living together in the dormitory.

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Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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Are You Sure About That?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is your best friend in the entire world. Best friends totally spend every weekend together, and walk around holding hands, and cuddling on their movie night, right? 

Note: Just an idea I had one night. Hope you enjoy. 

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We Are Young: Chapter 6

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide couldn’t remember the last time she saw so many bodies packed into one area. She was pretty sure that by the looks of it, every teen in and around town had showed up to the party. Then again, why wouldn’t they? The Royals won - it was time to celebrate. 

The house lights were off and the house was lit by different strobe and laser lights someone had set up. Music blasted through huge speakers in the living room. There were drinks, bottles, and cups, littered in every room of the house.

Elide stood next to Manon as she chatted away with Asterin in the corner. The misery she’d been feeling for most of the night wrapped an angry hand around her heart and squeezed.

A mournful sigh made it’s way out of Elide’s lips as she slipped her coke. It was times like this, when there were people all around them, kissing and dragging each other off to more private rooms in the house, when it was difficult not to just touch Manon. She wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, place a kiss on her lips, or drape herself over her. But she couldn’t bring herself to. And being around other couples didn’t help.

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For You{4}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:This kinda sucks but here it is anyway!-M

part 1     part 2     part 3     part 5

tags: im-a-fandom-slut    @gamesandremixes     @shamless-wolfies     @leviathan-cas-05   writing-in-riverdale     k-illdarlings    
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“Jeff… "She said once more and sighed deeply. When she saw that he just wouldn’t stop,she started shaking her head and finally, his hands removed from her hair.

"Ah,don’t do this,you’ll get dizzy!”

She ignored his comment and continued walking, faster and faster every time he spoke.She felt really uncomfortable listening to him compliment her.She needed him to shut up so that she could think straight.

“Your hair is soft.I like your hair.”

“Jeff,stop it…” She said in a serious tone.He just rolled his eyes and smiled widely,like he had achieved his goal to irritate her.

Why was he like that?Bipolar disorder?No,just too much liquor.Right?

“We’re almost at my house.Where’s yours though? "She asked and suddenly, he overdramatically put his right hand on his forehead and fell on her.She used all her strength and somehow managed to lift him up.He put his arm around her shoulders and he seemed like he couldn’t walk properly.

"What?” She almost yelled but he put his index finger on her lips,hushing her.

“Oh no,i don’t feel very well…Can i stay at your place tonight?”

“Whoa wait…”She said and tried to push him away but he was too strong and didn’t seem to move an inch.She  sighed loudly and put her hands on his waist,holding him tightly.

She let him come with her without even asking for the location of his own home.He was such a fucking distraction.She was so busy thinking of what she would answer,if he asked her about what happened at the party that she didn’t even mind him basically walking her home.All the anger had strangely faded away and she even laughed a few times at his stupid,intoxicated,loud thoughts.

“Have you noticed that i eventually go along with whatever you want tonight?I’ve lowered my standards and that’s bad.”She confessed and snorted at he thought that he had such an effect on her.It was just so funny.

“So is that an okay or what?“He asked and after hesitating for a moment,she nodded.

“I guess you won’t tell me where you live so i can take you there.And i guess i can’t leave you alone either.“

“You guess right babygirl…”He whispered in her ear and smirked.Y/N felt shivers running down her spine.What was wrong with her?She was supposed to slap him for everything he told and did to her those past couple of days and then walk away.But that wasn’t one of her options and she couldn’t tell why.

After a couple minutes of dead silence,they finally arrived at Y/N’s.

“Can you stand?”She asked and giving her an adorab-stupid smile,he removed his arm from her and indeed stood on his own two feet like there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

“Yes, as you can see!”He said and she shook her head.He was playing with her.Of course,she knew that he was pretending but the worst part was that he was having the time of his life.He was enjoying it so much.

She took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and unlocked the door.Thank goodness her parents were gone for the weekend.

“Oh my!This place is so cool!”Jeff exclaimed as he walked in.He literally jumped on the couch then lay there,his hands resting on his forehead.

“Yeah,sure,right…”She seemed to be thinking of something else so she wasn’t paying much attention to him.More than to what was gonna happen from that point and on.

“Y/N i need to tell you something…”He almost shouted when he saw the girl getting upstairs.She stopped moving and turned to him,giving him a questionable look.

“I’m just gonna bring you a blan-”

“It can wait.”He retorted and she frowned.What was so important?Probably on of his stupid comments again,she thought and rolled her eyes.

He sounded serious and honest though.Like something serious had happened.Y/N slowly walked towards him and getting up,he made space for her to sit beside him.

“What is it this time?”She asked,not looking at him.She felt exausted all of a sudden.She didn’t wanna think anymore.It was tiring.

“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but honestly,at this point i don’t care…”He said and put his hands on her thigh.Okay,what was happening?One moment he was all acting strange,the other all serious.Weirdly, sober serious.

The place his hand touched started burning.Damn you Jeff Atkins.Damn you…

“Doubt it,only if it’s some kind of anecdote…”She turned her gaze at him and took a moment to acknowledge his beautiful features;Fuck,he was handsome.

“Hey,listen…”He almost whispered as he removed some hair from her face,putting them behind her ear.

Oh,o-okay…”She breathed.

“You know i like you right?You don’t think i punched Motty because i hate you?I know i said some hurtful things to you and i wish i could take them back.But every time i saw you in the hall with Jensen,i couldn’t help but feel jealous that he was hanging out with you instead of me.And earlier,i felt the need to protect you from that asshole because i know he isn’t the guy you all think he is.”

As he talked,she felt more and more confused.He felt jealous?He wanted to protect her?Where did all these feelings come from?Hell,did he just say he liked her?No,she must have misheard.

“I didn’t mean to say those things to you.I-i just expressed my interest in you in the worst fucking way possible.I don’t hate you Y/N.I like you,so much.I want to get to know you better.I am so attracted to you and believe me, i am hardly holding back so as to not kiss you right now…”

His face was inches away from hers,their foreheads were touching.Y/N could smell his intoxicating breath,a mix of alcohol and ment.Her breath hitched in her throat.That was so wrong.He was just drunk,he didn’t know what he was saying,right?

“Jeff,you need to rest..”Was all that she could say as she gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him back;he was way too close.He bit the inside of his cheek,then ran a hand through his hair.

“So that’s all you have to say after all this?That i need to rest?Y/N,don’t you see it?I am so in love with you,yet you don’t even say anything about it!”

Y/N angrily stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“What do you want me to say?That i like you back?Is that what you wanna hear?Even if i did i would never admit it because boys like you use girls for their own benefit!I am not willing to be one of those girls Jeff,okay?All i want is for this  misunderstanding to end at this very moment.I forgive you for what you did but please,don’t make this more complicated than it already is.Just,leave it.I’m sure that tomorrow,everything you did and what we said tonight will just be a blur to you.So let’s just end this here,please…“

She finished her small speech and with tears in her eyes, she didn’t even notice Jeff getting up and heading towards her.

“I don’t do these things Y/N,you have it all wrong-”

He tried to touch her hand but she took a step back,shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeff.You are drunk and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth.I’m sure you don’t even mean everything you’ve told me tonight.So just lay on the couch,i’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket and then you can sleep.And when you wake up in the morning,please go before i come down.Don’t want you shouting at me for ‘seducing’ you to come to my home.”

She wiped away some tears covering her face and biting her lip,she turned around and hesitantly climbing the stairs,she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He decided to let her go.He thought she needed time to maybe think.Besides,she’d come down anyway.While sitting down in silence,his head spinning, he managed to come to a single conclusion;he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

A brand new ladder appeared in my yard.

Let me back up a little.

Look, I’m no storyteller, I’m just a high school kid living in literal hell on earth right now. I’m going to try to tell you my story exactly the way it happened, and I really, really hope some of you can help me.

I work in an AMC theater at the local mall. My parents got me the job since they know the owner. The mall itself is a shithole waiting to be turned either into a parking lot or a Costco. I mean, most of the stores are closed and our theater is the only business getting some traffic.

I started working at this AMC about 9 months ago. It pays shit, $11/hr, but I get to see all the movies and eat free stale popcorn, so it’s not totally bad. Unrelated, but one thing I found strange was that we were always closed on Thursdays. Nobody knew why, and my manager told me it’s always been like that, so I never questioned it.

So last week, we all get called into a team meeting where the manager tells us that someone has to work Thursday night. He said the orders came from the top and we had to be open that day. I look around and nobody’s volunteering. Shit, I could use the extra cash, so I raise my hand.

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One Hundred Miles Away

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Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung to score you stayed utterly silent.

“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock yelled at Stiles.

“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at you.

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anonymous asked:

can u write some inner circle fluff? i have a feeling we wont get much of that in acowar :/

Since I’m only getting to do this now… we’ll do post acowar!

They all need some alcohol tbh they survived the war, they all lived, so dammit their going to the cabin to celebrate!!

This ended up being 3140 words so enjoy!

Feysand-Nessian-Elriel-Amrian

and I’m gonna try multiple POV

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Feyre POV

The Inner Circle arrived by nightfall. I was still unaware as to why Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian had called all of us up to the cabin. Amren was practicing with Nesta by doing their strange staring contest, While Mor and Elain were talking about my paintings that are all over the wall. I was sitting at the table, glancing to the edge of it, and then dragging my eyes to the door of Rhys and mines room. I couldn’t help but imagining paint all over the table, the bed, his wings…

I heard Elain’s nervous cough and slowly turned towards her, still struggling to escape the images in my head. Her face was bright red, and Mor was chuckling as she found a chair beside the sofa. Amren and Nesta were still doing their own thing.

“What?”

“Nothing Feyre, just needed to explain to Elain your scent and why you kept silently looking around.” Mor answered with a knowing smirk.

My face heated up and Mor went into a laughing fit, Amren even snorted in the other room. “You sure love to hear yourself talk, don’t you Mor.” I said, trying my best to sound aggressive, but failing miserably. Mor went into another laughing fit, and was about to respond when Cassian kicked in the door with an arm full of alcohol, Rhys and Azriel following behind with just as much.

“Oh cauldron yes.” Mor said, jumping up and taking some bottles from Azriel, placing them on the table in front of me. Rhys dropped some down and walked around the table to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my cheek. Why do you have so much? What are we even celebrating? Rhys laughed and answered aloud, “We felt like we should celebrate being alive again.”

I looked around in to see Az gave Elain a lazy smile, and she glided along and stood at his side. Elain looked at the table with wide eyes, and Azriel stifled a laugh. Cassian snuck around behind her and gave her a strong but gentle pat on the back and said, “You’re gonna need to drink a lot if you’re going to be hanging on to Azriel’s side the whole time, he gets cranky.” Az growled at him while Nesta stomped down the hallway towards us and yelled at Cassian, “Don’t you dare force alcohol on her or I’ll slit your throat you stupid bat.” Cassian held his hands up and responded with, “Just a suggestion Nes, I’m no monster!”

Rhys groaned from behind me, strode to table, grabbed the fanciest bottle on the table, popped it open, and started chugging. Nesta and Azriel studied the bottles, and Cassian grabbed on up and clicked it on Rhys’s and declared, “To being alive!”

I grinned at the joy that went down the bond and quickly joined in.

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A few hours later…

Rhysand POV

I held Feyre in my lap as she snored and occasionally put in her input of the ongoing mess that was our Inner Court. I just ran my hands through her hair and on her back, trying my best to not start crying.

I’m so lucky. She’s so beautiful. I love my family. I love my mate so damn much, my High Lady. I rubbed the back of my hand over my now wet eyes. I’m so drunk.

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Seven)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Riverdale gif by @riverdaledaily

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The dull throb in your lower abdomen was what woke you up the following morning. You hissed at the pain as you opened your eyes and tried to sit up in your bed.

“Careful,” Castiel said from beside you.

He stood up and gently helped you up into a sitting position.

“You don’t want to open your stitches. You’ll have to stay off your feet for a few days.” he said.

You nodded.

“Thanks, Cas,” you mumbled. “A-Are there any painkillers I can take? My stomach; the incision is really painful.”

Castiel nodded

“Of course. Just give me a minute.” he said as he left your bedroom.

It was silent for a moment until another familiar voice spoke.

“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked.

You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance before relaxing back onto the pillows.

“Like I just had a baby.” you said with a small smile.

Chuck smirked.

“I bet.”

“Is she…” you began but stopped when you saw Chuck nodding.

“She’s with the family now.” he said.

You bit your lip and looked down, nodding.

“Is that alright?” he asked. “I know women aren’t usually put to sleep for c-sections but you had said you didn’t want to see her when she was—”

“No, I know,” you interrupted. “You did as I asked. If I saw her, I wouldn’t have been able to give her up. Thank you.”

Chuck nodded again.

It was silent again before Castiel came back into the room, holding Percocet and a glass of water. He and Chuck said their quiet hellos before Castiel handed you two pills and the water. You quickly downed the pills and the liquid, hoping that they would take effect quickly.

“The adoptive parents want you to name her,” Chuck said.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head as you gave the glass of water back to Castiel with a quiet “thank you.”

“Chuck, I can’t do that. She’s theirs now. They should be able to name her. It’s not like I even had a name picked out.” you said.

“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Chuck said softly.

You looked up at the man who smiled.

“‘I’m not just all-seeing, but I’m also all-hearing. I heard what you called her when you thought nobody was around. When you first felt her move. When she first kicked. Besides, the parents want you to feel like you have a connection to her.” he said.

You looked down and sighed.

“Lily,” you said quietly. “Her name is Lily.”

Lily. A simple name. But she wasn’t a simple girl. Sure, she would avoid the dangerous hunting life, but Chuck told you all about how she was guaranteed a life of adventure. College, traveling the world, amazing experiences you could only dream of. You didn’t know where she was living or who she was living with, but the way Chuck talked about the adoptive family made you feel at ease. She would be loved and provided for. That was the most important part.

However, the loss of your daughter destroyed you emotionally. You thought losing Kevin was hard, but to give up your daughter, the one last connection to your boyfriend, shredded your heart. You knew it was for the best, but it didn’t help the ache in your chest.

Although you were still in hiding, you started hunting again. You couldn’t just waltz back into the Bunker looking the way you did. You had gained only about twenty pounds during your pregnancy but that wasn’t the problem. You looked exhausted. Your hair lost its shine, you had bags under your eyes, and your cheeks had sunken in. If you came back to the Bunker now, Sam and Dean would automatically know something was off. You had to look as normal as possible. So you returned to hunting. You got back into shape. Relearned all your tricks you had shelved during your pregnancy.

It took four months. You were no longer the scared pregnant sixteen year old who had run away from home. You were seventeen now, and your old upbeat personality had hardened into one of quietness and brokenness. Your aching heart had now had walls of steel built up around it. You never wanted to experience loss like that again.

Castiel had given you a picture of the baby a little after she had turned three months old  and about a month before you returned home. You didn’t know how he got it and you burst out crying when you saw her. She may have had your eyes, but she looked so much like Kevin with her black hair and little grin she didn’t even know she was giving to the camera. Castiel apologized, saying he shouldn’t have given you the picture but you reassured him (after cleaning your tears up) that it was fine. You had a picture of your daughter and it brought you some closure you so desperately needed.

Coming back home wasn’t easy either. After eleven months of no contact from either of your brothers, getting the courage to call them to tell them you were coming home was nearly impossible. It had taken you hours of just staring at the phone in your hand before you finally got the courage to dial Dean’s number. The phone rang for a while but Dan finally picked up on the fourth ring.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice answered.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Dean?” you croaked.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice soft. “Is that you?”

You could hear him and what sounded like Sam get up.

“Yeah, it’s me.” you said quietly.

“Y/N, w-where are you? Are you safe?” Dean asked.

You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m safe,”

You looked to Castiel next to you who nodded.

“I—Dean, I want to come home.”


“Of course, where—”

“But,” you began, cutting him off.

Dean was silent and you took a deep breath.

“But you can’t ask me any questions, okay? I come home and that’s it. No interrogation.”

“Yeah, of course, baby girl. We just want you home. Where are you? I can come and get you right—”

“It’s fine. I can drive myself. I’ll see you guys in three days.”

“Wait, Y/N—”

You hung up the phone, taking a shaky breath. If you could barely talk to Dean over the phone, how would you be able to face him in person?

A knock on your motel room door interrupted your thoughts.

“Uh, not now, Sam!” you called out.

It was Saturday and you were grateful you didn’t have school that day. After yesterday’s dress shopping drama, you had been avoiding text messages from Betty and Veronica. You knew they were going to press you for more information, and you weren’t prepared to deal with that right now.

Another knock sounded out and you groaned as you got off your bed and made your way to the door, swinging it open.

“I said, not n—oh.” you said and stopped once you saw Betty and Veronica standing outside, Veronica holding what looked to be a box of pastries.

“Not Sam.” Veronica said, a small smile on her face.

You looked at the girls with wide eyes.

“H-How did you guys find me here?” you asked.

Betty looked down guiltily.

“We kind of stalked you yesterday. To see where you lived.” she admitted.

You rose your eyebrow, shocked and impressed that they had the audacity to do that.

“I also wanted to give you these.” Veronica said as she handed the pastry box to you.

You took it hesitantly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Cupcakes. From New York,” Veronica answered.

You looked at her questionably and she sighed.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For interrogating you yesterday. I should’ve backed off.” she said.

You opened the box of pastries, pleasantly delighted when you saw the colorful, tasty treats.

“Are we okay?” Veronica asked, worry tinging her voice.

You managed to smile this time.

“Yeah,” you said. “We’re fine.”

Veronica squealed.

“Okay, good, because Betty here wanted to invite you over for a girls night. You, me, her, Kevin.” she said.

You froze at the name.

““Kevin?”” you croaked.

Veronica frowned.

“Kevin Keller. He goes to our school.” Betty cut in.

You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Of course. Sorry, I, uh, I was thinking of someone else.”

You could tell the girls wanted to press you for more information on who “your” Kevin was and why you were living at a motel instead of a house but knowing they were treading on thin ice, decided to just nod instead.

“So… girls night? Tonight?” Veronica asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

The girls nodded again and said their goodbyes. You closed the door behind them, sliding down the door. You really didn’t want to go out, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t go. Another knock made you get up again and open the door again, revealing Sam.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”

You nodded and your tallest brother stepped in your room as you closed the door behind him.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“We got a lead,” he said. “On getting out of here,”

Your heart fell.

“Some old Celtic spell,” Sam continued. “Ingredients are gonna take us a while to get but it should work.”

You were silent as you contemplated this information.

“Oh.” was all you managed to say.

At your silence, Sam decided to elaborate.

“I know this can be tough,” he said. “Packing up and leaving everyone. I’ve had to deal with it, too. If you want someone to talk to, just know I’m always here, okay?”

You smiled softly at your brother’s words.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said. “I, uh, hate to be that person after your kind reassurances, but I kinda have to get ready. I’m going over to a friend’s house for girls night later.”

“Oh, sure thing,” he said as he made his way back over your front door, opening it.

He turned back to face you.

“Just… don’t get too attached, okay?” he said tentatively.

You willed yourself not to break down right then and there.

“I never do.”

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A/N: Next chapter is girls night AND reader x Jughead. It’s gonna be a fun time. :) As usual, please send feedback! Hope you enjoyed!

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I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.

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You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

She Can Hear You

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words:  1078
Requested by Anonymous:  Can I please get a Sam oneshot where the reader temporarily goes deaf (though they al think it’s permanent) and Sam takes the opportunity to repeatedly tell her how he feels about her and then the deafness wears off but she doesn’t tell him because she likes hearing what he says, though he finds out somehow and is embarrassed before she tells him she loves him too? 



          The explosion was deafening. Literally. Your ears started ringing. And then there had been nothing.

           When Sam and Dean found you, you had tears rolling down your cheeks. You had somehow let them know you couldn’t hear. They looked almost as scared as you felt. What were you going to do?

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Sam’s Point Of View

           It was terrible, really. The fact that Y/N couldn’t hear was terrifying for all of us. I hated seeing how distraught she was. Seeing her like that made me sad. She had been so full of life. Now, she was just sitting around, not doing anything.

           “I wish you could realize how amazing you are,” I sighed, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Y/N’s back was to me, so she couldn’t read my lips or see that I was talking to her. But for some reason, that helped me open up to her. I would have never had the courage if she actually had her hearing back.

           “That’s not fair, Sam,” Dean said from behind me, making me jump.

           I turned and looked at him, “What?”

           “You can’t confess your love to her when she can’t hear you. That’s not fair. To either of you,” he said.

           “Dean, I can’t really tell her.”

           “Coward,” Dean accused.

           “It’s just … it’s complicated.”

           “Whatever.”

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어때? (How’s this?): Ch.1


Discription:  "You mean to tell me…that your nerdy childhood friend is the same hot girl from the party!?“ At school, you’re known as the nerdy girl with a High IQ and the person Taehyung hates the most.  But outside, you’re known as the hottest girl who attends every party that she hears and the person who Taehyung has the biggest and first crush on her. What happens when Taehyung finds out about both of your sides and maybe wants to change his fuckboy reputation?

Genre: Fuckboy!Taehyung

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Not sure if it’s good? Tell me guys if you want more chapters of these :)

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 16

Good grief! I can’t believe this is at 16 chapters!! You are all SO SO amazing! Thank you so much for all your support and excitement and crazy theories about what’s going to happen next. I’m like 90% sure this is the calm before the storm, so enjoy this while it lasts. I feel like a juggler with a dozen things in the air that are all about to come down. Hopefully with the help of @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe it’ll all work out!

Catch up on 15 HERE or thew hole story on my AO3 account HERE


Recap: Jamie had an intense Seeing and almost got stuck, but Claire pulled him out. Still unsure about how her own Gift works, she feels guilty that Jamie is in pain and she can’t fix it.

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HEARTLESS [JAMES POTTER]

request: “hii! i really adored your sirius oneshot and i was wondering if you could write a james one with prompts 21, 33, 66 and 72. maybe like angst and fluff? if not, that’s ok. thank you! x” — by anon

a/n: first james potter imagine, yey!! hope you like this, anon 💝

21. “Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.”
33. “You’re lying. Again.”
66. “You’re heartless.”
72. “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.”

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     It didn’t take an absolute genius to know that James Potter was completely head over heels over Y/N Y/L/N. He practically worshiped the ground she was walking on, he tried so hard to be where she was, he wanted her attention so bad, and he seemed to think that she was the only girl that he’ll ever want and love.

      But like most cruel beings, Y/N didn’t care. She claimed that she didn’t need to be with someone just to know her worth — she just needed to study hard, do the right thing, and after she graduates from Hogwarts, everything will naturally flow out. And because of her way of thinking, she rarely got any friends nor admirers.

     Of course, except for Prongs.

     "If you don’t stop staring at her, she’ll melt.“ chuckled Sirius as he pretends to read a book for the sake of doing something in the library. "You know, I didn’t accompany you in this place just to watch you stare at Y/N. I thought you were finally gaining the balls to ask her out? Godric Gryffindor is going to be disappointed and rise from the dead when he hears that a student like you was sorted into his house.”

    James rolled his eyes. “Ha, think you’re so clever for that witty and funny comment, Padfoot?” he smiled sarcastically.

     Sirius whacked the book he was holding hardly on the back of James’ head. “Just go already!”

     "Alright, alright!“ said James, standing up and getting a hiss from Madam Pince because of the noise they were creating.

     He gulped and started to stride towards Y/N’s table, where she was scribbling on a piece of parchment, the expression shown on her features told him that she was already tired with what she was doing, a rather loud sign soon escaping her lips. James sat down on the chair opposing to her, making Y/N stop abruptly and glance up to see him.

     "Potter.” acknowledged Y/N with a glare.

      “Y/L/N.” copied James.

      She raised an eyebrow. “If you’ve come here to waste my time then I’m going to tell you right now that I do not appreciate it. So, can you just go along?” Y/N turned her attention back to her Potions essay.

      “Damn, you’re heartless.” whispered James to himself.

      “Pardon? Did you say something?” she suddenly snapped her stern eyes towards him, making him squirm on his chair.

      James coughed, “I said, you’re heartless.”

      Y/N didn’t say anything but she continued to stare him down, her lips twitching while she tapped her quill on the table. Clenching her teeth, she brought her eyes down to the essay once again and spoke, “Well, at least you got something right.”

      He opened his mouth immediately to answer. “I just called you heartless, and you’re okay with that?”

      “Bother someone else, Potter.” she sang, her hand producing elegant writing on the same parchment.

      “Okay, you know what?” said James, losing his temper as he slams his fist on the wooden table. “Scratch that, I’m just going to be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.

      Madam Pince suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly annoyed and had lost her temper as well. “Mister Potter! Out! OUT!” she shouted, literally kicking him out of his chair.

      James unwillingly followed the woman’s orders, Sirius leaving the library as well.

      Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t seem to care about what he just said because when he sneaked a look at her before Sirius and him officially left, she was still concentrating hard on her assignment — as if someone didn’t just confess their love for her.


      For the past week, James had been trying to talk to her again. Sirius, Remus, and even Peter (who rarely disagreed with him), was telling him that he shouldn’t bother if it was pretty obvious that Y/N wasn’t interested nor wanted to do anything with him.

       Just in cue, Prongs stopped leaning on the wall once the students from the Arithmancy class began to get out of the classroom, Y/N was one of them and when James saw her, he immediately and quite literally, jumped in front of her to block the pathway. A few students giggled and snickered, knowing exactly what was his purpose on doing it.

      Y/N didn’t look pleased. In fact, she was surprised that she almost smacked her face on his chest if it weren’t for his firm hold on her wrist. James didn’t know if his eyes were deceiving him or not but upon making contact, he swore her face began to get pink.

      She abruptly pulled away. “What do you want this time?” snarled Y/N, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

      “You’re blushing.” smirked James.

      She widened her eyes. “Do you always just say things without really thinking about it? I’m not blushing.”

      James crossed his arms, stepping closer only for her to back away. “You’re lying. Again.

      “I’m not lying.” Y/N too crossed her arms. “And what do you mean by again? When have I ever lied to you?”

       His expression changed from cocky to serious in an instant. “When you agreed that you were heartless.”

      “You were the one who claimed I was heartless in the first place. You weren’t wrong.” Y/N’s lips twitched like last time, though she now averted her gaze to somewhere else so that their eyes wouldn’t meet.

      James sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only said that to get a reaction. In case you didn’t know, you wouldn’t really talk to me unless I annoy you or something.”

     "Well, that’s just stupid.“ claimed Y/N bitterly. "I suppose you told me you loved me for the sake of getting a reaction too then?”

      He was surprised by her statement. Prongs didn’t reckon that she had the chance to hear it because she never questioned it nor confronted him about him like any other girl would. He was also shocked by the fact that she managed to remember and even bring it up.

      “No,” said James immediately. “I-I meant what I said on that part.”

      Y/N flickered her eyes back to his. “No, you didn’t. You barely even know me much less be sure that you can feel such way.”

      Though her heart was already thumping very hard inside her rib cage.

      “Well, I guess I’m just an idiot, am I?” chuckled James without humor. “Maybe I exaggerated on that one but I’m certainly sure that I like you very much. Would you —” he stopped all of the sudden when he realized what he was doing.

      “Would I what?”

      He gulped. “Er — I was wondering if you know, for the next Hogsmeade visit, would you like to go with me?”

      James was sure that she was going to reject him so he didn’t even know why he got on with it. He mentally wanted to bang his head on the wall in case his assumption was right.

      “I’ll think about it.” answered Y/N after a good five seconds.

      His jaw dropped. “W-What? Is that a yes or a no?”

      “Neither. I need to look through my schedule first before agreeing.” she casually answered.

      “Just like that? Asking you was that easy?” he exclaimed.

      Y/N snorted. “Keep talking like that and my answer will turn to no.”

      “I’m just joking with you, jeez.” James said quickly. “Think about it, alright?”

      “I will.” She rolled her eyes. “Now, can I go?”

      Prongs got out of her way and did a mocking bow. Y/N completely ignoring his behavior, walking forward without turning back — that is until James got the courage to shout out the words he was so hesitant to say just a while ago.

      “I love you!”

      Y/N stopped walking momentarily, turning around to raise and eyebrow at him.

      “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.” yelled James while laughing, his eyes bright.

      “Keep wishing, Potter!” yelled Y/N in response.

      She then continued to do what she has been doing but unknown to James, a smile was slowly creeping on her features because of him.