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Be Respectful.

SPN FanFic 

~Dean has some very specific food rules, and you’re having none of it.~

Dean x Reader

1,171 Words

Warnings: Nada!

A/N: So, when I was eating the other day, I did this, and I thought to myself: Dean would not approve. lol. This is just… an imagine, if you will. Enjoy.

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Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

You knew that you were in trouble when your stomach began growling louder than the Impala. It rumbled and rolled right along with the engine at an embarrassing volume that made you cringe and shrink into to the far corner of the long bench seat, praying that Dean couldn’t hear it. You hadn’t listened to him when he tried to get you to eat breakfast that morning, adamantly claiming that a cup of Joe was all you needed. On normal days, the brew would have sufficed, but twelve hours and three dead werewolves later, you were famished.

You didn’t even mind when Dean parked in front of the nastiest looking roadside diner you had ever seen. Sure, most of your days were spent covered in guts and blood or digging through muddy graveyard dirt, but you had standards as to what you put in your mouth. Any other day you would have put up an epic protest if forced to dine at such a place, but the swirling pit of emptiness inside of you had other plans.

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The "SJW/TUMBLR" bit from The Amazing World of Gumball

TAWOG: *Show that talks about the scientific chemistry behind love, only to zoom out and show a male/male couple and a female/female couple, a minute portion of all national populations.*

Tumblr: “This show is so pure!” *weeps tears of joy*

TAWOG: *Has one of its characters change his face to have a more “experienced-powerful, evil” look, one of those being the face of Donald Trump. 6 months later in his presidency, the earth still exists and a civil war/WW3 has not happened yet.*

Tumblr: “Yeah, Trump is the next Hitler!”

TAWOG: *Tries to show that both men and women have problems, none of them are big enough for one to be worse off than the other (as the “Gender wage gap” is false and illegal in the U.S.)*

Tumblr: “Ah man. Gumball said he’s glad he’s never going to be a woman, that ruins my trans-Gumball theory!”



Take. A. Joke.

They’ve pointed out people who make weird fanart, the baby-boomer gen., the definition of love, youtube, facebook, seniors, tourism/tourist, politics, the government, japanese influence (on multiple occasions), the questionable nutrition of fast food or the lack thereof, the concept of time, the meaning of life, and THE CREATORS OF THE SHOW THEMSELVES, just to name a few. (The only topic they haven’t touched is religion, for obvious and justified reasons.)

I’m sure they have been more than disturbed, if not out-right offended, by some of the fan content on this site (Looking at the incest-porn individuals)

The Amazing World of Gumball is a great cartoon that has captured the many hearts of children, teens, and adults who have watched it.

Don’t drag its name in the mud because you took a joke out of context and got mildly emotionally hurt by it.


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Originally posted by clbuspotter

Y/N was the brightest witch of her age. There was no one like her, not in her house, not even in Hogwarts. She was in Gryffindor, although sometimes she thinks she should have been sorted in Ravenclaw. But the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes.

Anyways, she was the best in her classes. Even better than Hermione, which is something very rare, quite frankly. She knows how to do any potion and more spells that she should know at her age of sixteen. However, there was something she couldn’t achieve.

“Y/N, you’re staring again,” said your friend, Katie Bell. You were in potions class, daydreaming again. Again. “You know, you should just tell him.”

“What?” you ask, snapping out of your trance. “What do you mean? I was just staring into blank space,” you try to shrug it off.

“Can’t fool me. I know you fancy Fred, Y/N,” she says, rather loudly.

“Shut up!” you hiss at her. “Just because you know it doesn’t mean every one in this class has to!” you whisper yell at her and then sigh. “I don’t just fancy him, Katie. It’s been three years.”

Katie wanted to say something but Snape anounced that class was dismissed. You quickly got up, took your things and hurried to catch up with your two bestfriends, Fred and George. They were one year older than you, but that didn’t matter to neither of you, regardless of what people might think or say.

“Hello, Gred and Forge,” you say as you smile briskly.

“Hi, Y/N,” they say in unison. “Heard what Snape said today about that stupid Amortenta potion? Rubbish.” George rolls his eyes. “You can’t make someone love you just with some potion.”

“It’s Amortentia, and yes, you can. Although only for a certain amount of time,” you say confidently.

“Is that so, Y/N?” Fred asks, raising a ginger eyebrow and looking at you. “Bet you don’t have the guts to use it on Malfoy to fall in love with George,” he winks. You both burst out laughing, but George rolls his eyes.

“Maybe you could use it on Y/N, you complain you don’t have anyone to cuddle with anyway,” George says, as Fred blushed furiously.

And then it clicked. You stopped laughing. It just happened that you had the most brilliant idea ever.


“Katie! Katie! I have a brilliant idea!” you run to her, already panting.

“What is it?” she asks bewildered.

“You know Amortentia, right?” you ask as she nods. “Well, I could use it on Fred, you know, and since I can make it only last one day, I can just… for one day, feel like he loves me back,” you smile sadly, looking down.

“A-are you sure it’s a good idea?” Katie seemed worried. You kind of understood her worry; it’s not quite ideal to use a love potion on a close person, or any person. If it’s not meant to be, then it’s not meant to be.

“I mean, what could go wrong? He won’t remember anything the next day… and I’ll be happy with him for just one day…”

Katie sighs. “If you weren’t that good of a witch I wouldn’t even let you think about it.”

Hours passed and you tried to finalise the love potion. You made sure everything was put in the right order at least twenty times, just to be sure Fred won’t get hurt or anything. When you were done, you sat on the chair, staring at your potion and thinking: is it really worth to do all of this, just to have one day with Fred as your boyfriend? After tomorrow, you’ll be even more in love with him, you’ll be more hurt that he doesn’t love you back. You’ll be even more heartbroken. But if this meant only one day of happiness, you were ready to risk it.

You put five drops of potion in a cake you bought.

It was night, so tomorrow he was going to be madly in love with you.

You put the cake on a plate and went towards the Gryffindor common room. You took a deep breath before entering, only to find Fred, Katie and George on the couch.

“Hi, guys, I-I brought some cake,” you say, bringing all the attention on you and you blush. You were, indeed, a bit shy, especially when it came to Fred.

Katie looks at you with hope in her eyes and smiles in a mysterious way. “I’m not really hungry, I’m just gonna go to bed. George, are you coming?” she said.

“We shall let the birds alone,” he says and they both disappear, but not before they both send you a wink.

You sit down next to Fred, but not too close. “Want some?” you ask as you cut a piece for yourself and one for him.

You both ate and talked about different and random things. You couldn’t help but notice he was also acting a bit strange and you started to wonder if you had read the instructions wrong and the potion was starting to take effect now, but that thought washed away as he somehow got back to his funny self. You were impatient and excited, but also felt a bit guilty that you practically were using him as a toy to yourself. But regardless, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow, so tiredness took over you and Fred very easily, so you went to bed not so short after.

The next day

You woke up, feeling slightly strange, knowing that you took Amortentia as well, but it didn’t have any emotional effect on you since you already love Fred, but it sure did affect you physically, because you threw up two times before going to get breakfast.

You hesitantly walked into the Great Hall, knowing that the potion had already did its job, but you were a bit scared. You didn’t know what to do if the others would notice that suddenly, Fred was going to be affectionate with you. They’d find it odd. Katie was the only one who knew.

You saw the twins’ ginger heads from the entrance and Katie next to George, and you walked up to them and sat next to Fred. “Good morning,” you say quietly.

Fred was the first to turn to you and a big smile spread across his face. “Good morning, love,” he put and arm around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek. You widened your eyes and blushed furiously. Clearly, it was all worth it.

You looked at Katie and George and they were abstaining from laughing, because let’s face it, your reaction was priceless. You looked shocked that Fred Weasely himself, was flirting with you. You thought about it a little, then decided to give in to it. It’s just one day, anyway.

As his hand was on your shoulders, you intertwined your fingers with his and leaned your head on his shoulder. The amount of butterflies you had in your stomach was huge, but you enjoyed it very much. As Katie and George got into a conversation, Fred turned to face you. “How are you, Y/N?”

“I’m… hungry, actually. I threw up twice this morning,” you just now notice all the food on the table. You let go of Fred’s hand (even though you didn’t want to) and started eating.

He chuckles. “You’re cute,” he says and you blush. Why do you keep blushing? “I actualy threw up too this morning.”

“Was it because of the cake? I’m sorry.” you look at him whilst having roasted chicken in your mouth.

“No, it’s okay, love.” He looked at you, smiling

It drove you absolutely insane when he called you love.

Breakfast ended and you both got to class, but not after getting a smirk from Katie. You had Charms with him, so you sat next to each other and to be quite honest, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was either holding your hand and intertwining your fingers, holding your waist or having his arm around your shoulders. Plus, he kept kissing you on the cheek or forehead. All you wanted was a kiss on the lips. But it was class, you had to be concentrated to what the professor had to say.

After four hours of not keeping your hands to yourself (both of you), you went in the Gryffindor common room and sat on the couch.

“What time is it, Y/N?” Fred asked you.

“Five o'clock.” you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Why?”

“Wanted to know how much time we have to cuddle,” he says softly. Oh, what you’d do to have this every single day.

“I’ve always wanted this,” you look at him in the eyes, although you couldn’t keep them there for much long, as they moved to his lips.

“Me too,” he says and leans in, suddenly kissing you. You gasp, taken by surprise, which only gives him perimission to slide his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back and you put your arms around his neck, leaving no space between you two.

You pulled away breathlessly, looking into each other’s eyes with lust and passion.

“Can I ask you a question, babe?” he whispers.

“Of course.”

“Why me? I mean… George and I are identical, why didn’t you choose to fall for him?” he doesn’t break eye contact.

“You’re not identical. You’re similar, but not identical, Fred. You have similar personalities, but not identical. You’re not the same person. I guess I fell for you because… because you make me laugh more. You make me blush when you look at me and we both know you’re the good looking twin…” I joke. He laughs.

“I… love you,” he says hesitantly. You looked at him sadly. You were happy he felt the same… but it was fake. Everything was fake. It was just some stupid potion. Tomorrow, he won’t remember a damn thing and you were angry. You messed with your own feelings.

“I love you, too,” you said.

You both fell asleep on the couch, cuddled.

Next day

You woke up with two strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. You rubbed your eyes to make your vision become clear again and looked at the person next to you; Fred. Fred! You fell askeep cuddled! If he wakes up you’d have to explain why you two were hugging! You tried to take his arms off of you as gentle as possible and sneak back to your room.

“Y/N? Love, where are you going?” he said in a raspy voice, which you found extremely attractive. Love?

“What?” you whisper. No response. He fell asleep again. You kissed him on the lips shortly and smiled sadly. It was over. You went back to your room quickly, before he gets the chance to wake up again.

Fred and you slept more than you should have, which went to the question: why did neither of you woke up when students started walking around the common room? They saw both of you cuddled! And you were sure they’d tease you a lot about it… especially George.

You decided that there was no point in going to breakfast in the Great Hall anyway, so you skipped it and ate a chocolate bar you had from yesterday. You also didn’t want to face Fred, although he didn’t remember anything, you still did.

After half an hour or so, you decided you had to go to your first class (not that you had a choice), gathered your things and went to Charms. You entered the class just in time, the teacher was about to start the lesson, so you quickly got in your seat, ignoring Fred’s stare on youーor so you tried, because halfway through the class, you glanced for a second at him, but he was still watching you. Did he remember? Or was he just confused about why I was not present at breakfast? Did George tell him he found us cuddled on the couch?

Class ended, and so did your thoughts, until your name was called.

“Y/N!” Fred called after you. You took in a deep breath. Today he’s my friend. Just like any other day, you thought.

“Yes, Fred?”

“Why didn’t you come to breakfast, love? I was worried about you,” he said, a frown forming on his face. What? Love?

You looked at him confused, but shook your head immediately after. It’s just a nickname, it could be used on friends, as well. Very close friends. Best friends.

“I just didn’t feel well, that’s all,” you wave it off, trying to sound as convincing as possible. By the look on his face, you succeeded.

“Well, next time tell me. Don’t forget we can prank people by sitting in bed,” he winked at you, as he threw an arm around your shoulder. “I’ve gotta go, George said he has a big prank plan going on and wants some help, see you later, babe.” he kisses you on the corner of your mouth as he leaves, living you more confused than you were ever in your life. The looks on students’ faces around you weren’t helping, either.

Did you do something wrong with the potion? You were pretty sure you did everything correct, so why was he still treating you like his lover?

You decided that George could wait, so you ran after him, catching him entering in a classroom, probably meeting George. You entered after him. They were talking about something you weren’t interested in
right now.

“Fred, can we talk?” you ask, completely emotionless.

“Sure,” he says softly, as George gets the clue and leaves. “What is it, Y/N?” he smiles.

“Do you, um… do you remember anything from two days ago?”

“Do you mean when you gave me cake with Amortentia in it? Yes, I do, very vividly, actually,” he says, rather amused.

“W-what?” a blush spreads on your entire face. “You knew? I’m sorry, Fred, I just-” you stop yourself from speaking. “Wait, if you knew, why’d you let it affect you?”

“It didn’t,” he smiles.

“What do you mean it didn’t? You-you were being sweet and affectionate and-” you gesticulate with your hands, trying to explain. “W-was it all an act?” you say sadly, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Amortentia has no effect on someone who already feels something towards the person giving it, regardless of its ingredients,” he quotes the book.


“When Katie told me, I was shocked at first. I didn’t know you felt the same as I do towards you, but then I came back to my senses. I had two options: after you gave me the cake, you could’ve saw the next day that I wasn’t acting any different and I could’ve told you then about my feelings, and two, I could’ve acted as your boyfriend for a day. The second one sounded more pleasing for me, frankly,” he explains, as he takes a step closer. “It never affected me. It wasn’t an act, either. I was what I wanted to be for a long timeーwith you. I told you that day that I threw up too, just like you did, from the potion. But you didn’t get the hint.” he chuckled. “You thought that today I wasn’t going to remember anything, but Merlin, the confused look on your face was priceless,” he laughs loudly, taking one more step towards you.

“B-but why did you let me give you the cake if you knew?” you ask, looking somehow confused at him, as he was very close to you, your faces almost touching.

“Where’s the fun in that?,” he smiles. You still didn’t smile, kept the worried expression on your face and he sighs. “I had liked you for so long, Y/N, I couldn’t not take the chance.”

He lifts up your chin with two fingers and looks at your lips.

“Was it real? The kiss we had in the common room last night?” you ask hesitantly.

“Everything was real, love,” he says as he leans in and presses his lips against yours softly and you respond almost instantly. He cups your cheek and caress it gently with his thimb.

“At least we don’t need any potion to be in love,” you chuckle as you two pull away.

“I guess not,” you said, smiling up at him.

Crossing The Line: Part 2

(Gif above, picture that for in the bar scene;) ) Notes: Smut. hahaha Hopefully its good, still getting the hang of writing it.

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He had a young man’s face, with an old man’s eyes. His lips and dark hair stood out against the pale complexion of one who shirked the sun. He looked like a student who took no joy in his studies. One who perceived only the great problems of the galaxy and not its simple pleasures.
—  Rey’s first impression of Kylo Ren, from the junior novelisation of The Force Awakens by Michael Kogge

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Chapter 2: One Step Closer


Chapter-2: Don’t Let Me Go.


‘Don’t Let Me Go.’

The cold blowing wind, light snow flakes falling and the solidified descending leaves were the only sources of sound in the almost empty streets of Konoha. Obviously, not everyone liked the cold as much as the pink-haired skilled kunoichi did. And the proof of that was her decision of inviting her former team mates to ichiraku in the freezing temperature. Ichiraku, evidently, was the plan of none other than the hero of the village, Uzumaki Naruto and her brother-like best friend.

The artist and the former avenger were already waiting at the spot when the rosette came along with the Blonde jinchuriki.

“I’m sorry guys. Kakashi-sensei couldn’t come and captain Yamato is on a mission outside the village.” The disciple of the former hokage said.

“Its fine.” Sai offered one of his usual smiles, which were no longer fake. “But, wasn’t a warm, tea or coffee shop better?” he said, rubbing his shoulders. “Its cold here.”

“Blame Naruto.” she pointed at the grinning Uzumaki.

“Ramen is just the best!” he rubbed the back of his head.

“No, you are just obsessive, Naruto.” Sai smiled, this time fakely.

“Oh shut up! wanna fight?!” Naruto fisted his hands.

“OH NO YOU DON’T.” Sakura punched his head like the olden days. A dreadful aura radiating from her.

Sai gulped in and Naruto rubbed his head while Sasuke kept his gaze on the scene.

wasn’t that familiar?

The four of them settled on the stools, side by side, with Sakura in between Sasuke and Naruto and Sai beside Naruto. All of them ordered their desired flavour and waited for their meals to arrive.

“Isn’t this nostalgic!” Sakura clapped her hands, smiling sincerely.

“You’re always busy, Sakura-chan. That’s why we don’t do it often.” Naruto stated, a saddened expression decorating his face.

“I’m sorry, Naruto but I can’t just abandon the patients, can I?”

“He’s right. You’re too busy to even take care of yourself.” Came out of the corner from the usually quiet Uchiha.

“Um, -yeah..” she hesitated, chuckling nervously.

A blush appeared on her face which didn’t leave unseen by the onyx eyed avenger and he couldn’t help but remember the time they spent together during her sickness. It was as if they were an official couple as they slept together for two days after she caught him cold on her couch and even if it was a fainted memory, he knew they had at least cuddled- to save themselves from cold, that is. He was reminded of the time when she would smile at him in the morning and he would prepare breakfast for his friend. But obviously, the hospital didn’t like it and she had to work after two days from then.

But the good times couldn’t last long, could they?

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British Invasion.

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Chapter One:The British Are Coming.”
Word Count: 2,307


“We will be making our decent into John F. Kennedy International Airport in approximately five minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are clear. Please do not leave your seats until we are safely in the boarding zone. Thank you for flying Virgin Atlantic.”

Riley scanned the crowd of passengers around her, her eyes landing on the stewardess that was still standing towards the front of the plane. She studied the woman’s face for a moment. She seemed exhausted. Though who could blame her? Riley had only been on this plane for roughly 8 and a half hours give or take and she was about ready to finish landing the plane herself.

Her eyes roamed around the cabin, trying to place where her father and brother were seated. Somehow they booked the tickets wrong and the three of them got separated on the plane. Her mother was still back in London handling some last minute details, apparently she was to fly out tomorrow morning to make it back to New York in time for the first day of school.

A young girl who was probably around the same age of her brother Auggie, sat next to her with wide eyes as she studied the dark sky. Next to her was who she presumed to be the little girl’s mother. Riley watched as the woman’s hands trembled as she checked their seat belts. She was a nervous wreck the entire flight which really put a damper on the whole experience.

The plane tilted slightly to the left and began a slow and steady turn. Down below, the ground looked like square plots on a huge map of some kind. Gradually, everything began to come into view.

As they neared the ground, small cars heading down long highways of black ribbon came into view, as well bright lights and various buildings of different sizes and shapes. The New York City skyline was one of her favorite sights. When you’re down there it’s easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle, the crowded streets and loud noises but up there in the sky, it almost looked peaceful.

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The Power’s That Be

TITLE: The Powers That Be

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty-Nine

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki discovering a hidden mutant when he realises they are at risk of being found by S.H.I.E.L.D. who experiments on mutants, he is the one to help them.

RATING: Teen and Up

“What in the name of the Norn’s is that thing?” Sif half screeched in terror, not knowing what it was that was descending from the skies towards them.

“It is a Midgardian fantasy beast known as a dragon, though they usually have a scaly exterior from the artists impressions I have witnessed, they were believed to breathe fire,” Thor answered; he looked to Alexia, who was grinning proudly. “You can harness fire?”

“What, is that not an element now?” She grinned back sarcastically.

“You were not given permission to begin such training yet,” Odin growled.

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Ride The Tiger: A Parable of Fear

by Samsaran

Many years ago in a kingdom the jungles of southern India, there was a man-eating tiger named Akashi. This was no toothless rogue but a powerful animal who acquired a taste for human flesh. Akashi was taking a villager a week, a child here, a woman there or a hunter in the forest.

The king’s son was a valiant young man and he vowed to kill Akashi and end his reign of terror. The young man entered the forest to the wails of the women who were sure he would never return. So, for ten days the young prince stalked the tiger not knowing that the tiger was stalking him. Then one day as the prince waited in a cane break there came a rushing through the cane and the tiger pounced!

The bow was knocked from his hand and it looked like the end of the brave young prince but as quick as a flash the young man leaped upon the back of the great beast holding on by its ears. The tiger roared with indignation and fury and took off through the brush bucking like an unbroken horse but try as he might he could not shake the young man, For one full day and night the tiger roared and bucked tore through the jungle until exhausted the great tiger surrendered and became as tame as a kitten.The prince rode the tiger into the palace to the cheers of the people and from that day forward Akashi acknowledged the prince as his master.

Thus it is with fear. When the fear comes we do not resist it. We ride it out not resisting but not giving into it either. In time the fear will also exhaust itself and in this way we master fear.

Domestic Wolf


Request- Could you do a one shot where peter has a really, nice, normal human girlfriend and she cooks dinner for him and Derek at Derek’s apartment. And Derek is really surprised by his uncles actions. Sorry this is random :/ you don’t have too but it’s like 4 minutes till 5 am and I thought this would be so cute <3 thank you x


As I walked around the kitchen and dining room, finishing putting the finishing touches on everything, I heard the elevator getting closer to the apartment and I smiled. I knew that it would be Peter and Derek. I’ve been living in the apartment for just over month now, but Peter and I have been together for well over a year. Derek is usually never home and when he is, he stays in his room so he has no idea what his uncle and I are like around the apartment, that is, not until tonight. Everyone thinks Peter is evil, I mean sure he has done some bad things, but he had reasons for doing those things, even if they were twisted.  
“(Y/N)! We are home!” Peter yelled, breaking my thoughts, causing me to smile and walk towards the front door. When I turned the corner, I was face to face with Peter who had an arm out for me to walk into, which of course I did. He kissed my temple, his arm resting on my lower back.
“How are you my sweet?” He whispered causing my smile to grow wider and look up at him.
“I’m, fine, just fine.” I responded, causing him to nod and the both of us looked over at Derek. Believe it or not, I was more nervous about tonight than Peter did. Derek and Peter only have each other, and Cora, while I have Cora’s approval, I’m beyond desperate for Derek’s.
“Hi, dinner smells great.” Derek said with a small, almost fake looking smile. I felt Peter’s hand on my back, go up and down slightly, reassuring me that everything would go well tonight. I just took a deep breath and gave Derek a small smile.
“Thank you, it’s ready so we can eat whenever you like.” I said as Peter led us into the dining room, his hand never leaving my back. Once we reached the dining room, Peter led me over to my normal seat, pulled the chair out and pushed it back in as I sat down, earning a scoff from Derek.
“I didn’t know my uncle was such a gentleman.” He said sitting down, without even a second thought. Peter just shot him a look, and sat down across from me while Derek was next to him. I began serving the food, hoping that the comments and looks were just from hunger. As the night went on, it only got worse, Peter was being a complete saint, holding my hand, trying his best to keep me calm when I knew he wanted to yell at Derek for being rude. I didn’t think Derek meant to be rude, I just think he was taken back by how sweet and kind Peter was being. Derek wasn’t rude to me, not once but the comments he was making about Peter and I were more than enough to get Peter frustrated. Now it was my turn to keep him calm.
“I’m going to go get dessert, try not to kill each other.” I said getting up from the table and heading back into the kitchen to get the chocolate cream pie that I had made for tonight. As I was about to walk back into the dining room, I heard Derek and Peter talking, so I stopped, and listened for a second.
“What are you doing?” Derek asked his uncle with arms crossed, he didn’t seem all that happy nor convinced that Peter and I could love each other.
“What do you mean Derek? I’m having dinner with my girlfriend and my nephew. What are you doing?” He asked causing me to chuckle quietly at his straight forward answer. I knew that Peter was different when he was around me but was is so unbelievable that maybe Peter had some good in him? I could hear Derek sigh and then Peter get up from his seat.
“Listen, your comments have nothing but rude and disrespectful. I love her and she is kind and sweet and yes Derek, human. I know what I use to say about love, I know I use to think it was beneath me, but she changed the way I think about those things. I plan on loving her for the rest of my life or the rest of hers, I want to stay with her until my demons catch up with me or until she gets sick of me. This is different and you being like this, is just plain horrible. I know I may be asking a lot but can you accept her, can you just accept the fact that I’m different with her?” He asked, nearly making me drop the pie. I knew Peter and I were in it for the long haul but just hearing him say that made me weak at the knees. It was silent for a minute, you could hear a pin drop and I’m pretty sure that they could hear my heart racing.
“Yes. I like her, I have liked her since the first day I met her. I just never thought I would see you like this. It just took me by surprise that is all. I’m sorry.” Derek said causing me to smile softly and walk back into the dining room, pie in hand, and tears brimming my eyes.
“Who wants pie?” I asked, causing both men to nod. The rest of the night was great, we all cracked a few jokes and I know that I heard Derek laugh which is a miracle in its self. Around midnight Derek said he had to go, which was no surprise to Peter and I. We walked Derek to the door, closing it behind him and not speaking a world until we heard the elevator going back down.
“Thank you.” I whispered causing Peter to look at me and smiled. I knew that he had heard my heartbeat when I was in the kitchen. He knew what I was thanking him for, he knew that I knew that we were it for each other, that there was no going back at this point and I’m completely okay with that. So what if I’m human and he is a werewolf? We love each other and after tonight, I think that could be the key to everything.

Who You Should Fight: 39 Clues Edition
  • Amy: She took and survived the Master Serum, sure it's not in her system anymore but who knows? There might be a little bit lingering in there still. Do not fight Amy Cahill under Any Circumstance.
  • Dan: Dan would love to fight you. Dan would PVP you. Meet you in the pit. Fight Dan Cahill for the EXP but don't expect to win.
  • Hamilton: Do Not Engage under Any Circumstance. Hamilton Holt will use your body as a club for the next poor sap that tries to fight him. Repeat. Do Not Engage under Any Circumstance.
  • Ian: Ian isn't great at fighting. Have you seen him fight? Didn't think so. Doesn't mean he won't kick your ass though. Dude probably knows how to poison you with your own saliva. Do Not Fight Ian Kabra.
  • Natalie: Why would you fight a little girl? She's so cute and precious and she's already shot you with her dart gun. You're down. Oh now she's called in Ian. Do Not Fight Natalie Kabra.
  • Jonah: Jonah's muscles are fake, just like his personality. However, Hamilton happens to be his best friend. A great defense mechanism. Only fight Jonah if Hamilton is gone.
  • Reagan: Into ballet so she could easily backhand you with her foot. Backfoot you? Still, she's young. You both could use the experience. Do Fight Reagan Holt.
  • Madison: Do we even know if she's still alive? Whatever. Do Fight Madison Holt.
  • Sinead: Has turned into a Grade A wimp because of various relevant and irrelevant plot devices. Probably needs a good kick to the face. Do Fight Sinead Starling.
  • Ted: A complete nerd face. You will win, but you'll feel bad about it because he's blind. Do (Not) Fight Ted Starling.
  • Ned: A complete nerd face. You will win, but you'll feel bad about it because he's got crippling headaches. Do (Not) Fight Ned Starling.
  • Evan: Dude this dude is like. Oh man. Seriously. He's the dude that's your sidekick throughout the entire game but it turns out he's the mastermind/final boss. Do Not Fight Evan Tolliver.
  • Atticus: Are you even joking. The entire cast and half the fandom will beat you up if you attempt this. Do Not Fight Atticus Rosenbloom.
  • Jake: If you have the chance to engage, go for it. Always Fight Jake Rosenbloom.
Vernon/OFC: Flooded, like ocean waves

Genre: Fluff/Humor/Romance

Word Count: 804

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female

Summary: university!AU, “I accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry.” 

It was well late into the night, as she passed every floor with the halls being dead quiet. Students were pulling all nighters and it was quiet hours, so it was almost creepy having the only sound being furious laptop typing and violent pencil scratching. She made her way to the laundry room as fast as possible, her basket tucked in one arm and a textbook in the other. At the very least, she could kill two birds by studying while she waited.

The laundry room was closed shut, but light seeped through. Not only light seeped through, but soap, as she opened the door and took two steps in.

Squish, squish.

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The sad story of Gehrman and Lady Maria

Gehrman, an acquaintance of Master Willem and Laurence in Byrgenwerth, had always been known as a skilled fighter. In fact, he was so skilled that Laurence came to him to ask for help when the beastly plague threatened Yharnam because of Laurence’s extensive distribution of healing blood. So Gehrman founded the Hunter’s Workshop and transformed his skill into an artform. He started crafting formidable weapons, every single one of them unique and expertly made. He trained other talented individuals to become hunters and showed his own capabilities out on the hunt. Naturally, his students admired him a great deal and he was respected by everyone.

One day, a new student joined his workshop. A young noblewoman who had just come from Cainhurst Castle – Lady Maria. Gehrman, also still quite young at the time, was immediately intrigued by her; after all Maria was a very skilled fighter. Maria had heard about the hunters and their leader before and she was excited to be a part of them. Much like all the other students she admired Gehrman a lot and was maybe even infatuated with him. However, neither of them acted on their feelings or realized the other’s feelings, so both ended up thinking all they had was a professional relationship. They hunted together, fought together, suffered together and all that had probably forged quite a tight bond between them.

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Pass the Turkey (Damon Salvator x Reader)

Summary: (a late!) Thanksgiving with the Salvators and company

Request: Can I have some fluffy Damon x Reader during a Thanksgiving feast (even though Thanksgiving is over)? 😁

Warnings: Mentions alcohol

Thanksgiving was an odd tradition in the Salvatore household. Growing up Stefan and Damon never celebrated Thanksgiving, considering it wasn’t recognized as a holiday until 1863. But as time went on, the boys learned to become familiar with new holidays. Damon actively avoided and hated holidays were you had to spend time with family, so he usually left Stefan alone during winter time, to avoid spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with him.

But this Thanksgiving was different, Damon had an obligation to stay in town. He was dating (Y/n), and she had gave Damon a long speech on the importance of family and community. Damon didn’t really care about the socialization part of Thanksgiving, his main motivation was (Y/n) and the promise of school.

It was an unusually small gathering for Thanksgiving; Stefan, Elena, Damon, and Alaric were the only ones who could make it. (Y/n) prepared probably the largest Thanksgiving meal known to man. The table was covered end to end with mash potatoes, macaroni and cheese, cranberry sauce, green beans, assorted pies, and in the middle a beautifully cooked turkey.

“Holy hell (Y/n), this is enough food to feed the entire town. How long did it take to prepare a feast like this, this looks amazing!” Alaric was probably the most impressed with the food she prepared.

(Y/n) was touched that Alaric appreciated the food she prepared. The only other person who complimented her was Stefan, and she was pretty sure he only said so to be nice. After all he and Damon have no need to eat the food she prepared. “Thank you Alaric! Took me all day to cook all thi-”

“I’d hate to interrupt the little moment you two have, but could someone pass the damn turkey,” Damon interrupted with a glare. “If someone could pass the damn turkey that’d be great,”

But Alaric per usual could only stand so much of Damon. “Damon, its tradition to say what you’re grateful for, so be nice to (Y/n) she prepared all this food everyone.” (Y/n) just wanted a normal Thanksgiving, but she should have known better than to expect anything close to normal with the Salvators.

Apparently Damon’s patience was thinner then what (Y/n) thought, because in less then 5 seconds after Alaric talked, Damon had jumped across the table and tackled him.

To put it mildly (Y/n) was fed up.“Can somebody get out the vodka? We’re going to need it.”


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anonymous asked:

(This is is the person who was having problems worrying about over-using cliches) What you said was very helpful and has definitely given me ideas. I'm still interested in prompts if it's no major hassle.

Prompts for a jaded superhero/detective and a sweet talking stranger villain  who end up working together coming up!

1) “So, our enemy can shape-shift.” They very determinedly didn’t look at each other. Trying to ignore what had just happened, as they stared down at the body.
“The likeness was quite uncanny.” 
“I’m pretty sure I’m still a better kisser.” 

2) “Aw, is the great detective scared? Have a whiskey and-” the words stopped as they took in the look on the detective’s face. The quickening breathing, the complete lack of breathing. The panic attack. “Oh no - no - please don’t- I didn’t mean - okay - um - does anyone have a paper bag? Anyone? Oh shit. Okay. Um.” 

3) “How do you become a detective when you’re blind? Doesn’t the job description come with a deerstalker and a magnifying glass?” 

“Did you want something?” 

Financial Reasons

Summary: Dan is hanging out at his best friend Phil’s flat in Manchester when Phil surprises him with a question.

Word Count: 1512

Genre: fluffy as the clouds

TW: drinking, some swearing

Excerpt: Phil took a deep breath, then spoke quickly, “Canwegetmarried?”
Dan blinked. He was sure his best friend hadn’t said what he thought he heard. “Sorry, what?”

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Mac and cheese - Thomas Jefferson x reader

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

For  Anon

You sat on the living room chair, nose in a book, being invested in the story it told. It was just a typical Sunday afternoon, that is until a very familiar scent filled the air and brought your attention out of the book, and to the source, it was coming from.
“Thomas, darling?” You saw your love, Thomas, leaning over a pot, stirring its contents occasionally.
“Macaroni and cheese? Thomas, I didn’t know you could cook.” You hugged him from behind, nuzzling your head into his back.
He laughed “Oh trust me, I can’t.”
“ For someone who can’t cook, you sure are doing a great job.” you peered from his side at the mac and cheese he was now spooning into two bowls.
“ God has granted me one power, Y/N, and that is to cook the best food known to man.” He explained as he turned around, handing you a steaming bowl. You took it, and ate. Thomas is great at many things. Politics, being a lover, fashion ( referencing to his magenta suit he wore often) but all those things pale in comparison at how DAMN GOOD his macaroni and cheese was. You quickly ate the whole bowl, watching him snicker, but he soon finished as well. You set you bowl down and leaned in to kiss him. Suddenly, he pulled away, looking at you wide eyed and a grin plastered on his face.
“Whats wrong?” you asked, searching your face for any remains of cheese until Thomas stopped you with a long, passionate kiss, leaning you back so far that you almost fell.
“ Love, not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” you laughed, fixing your dress.
He laughed before pulling you close “ I couldn’t help it Y/N! you taste like Mac’ and cheese!”