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The accidental Husband

Part 5. Fires and Cure-all Stews (Final Part)

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Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept. 

A/N2: For those of you who read Fate, yes, the vintage clock in this fic is the same one. *wink*

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

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Mine (Lafayette x Reader)


Request- “I loved your modern imagine!!!! But could you write another one in hamiltime with the same prompts bc I think that would be cool too. Thanks!!!” (This is referring to Salad by the way friends)

#7- “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

#42- “Make me. 

#31- “Kiss me.” 


It all started with a simple sentence. 

“I wanna get drunk.” Hercules Mulligan stated, walking into the office where John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton were feverishly writing essays against slavery. “Lafayette does too.” He added. 

“You already talked to Lafayette?” John inquired. 

“No,” Hercules said, “but it’s Lafayette.”

Alexander nodded and put his quill away. He smiled up at Hercules. “I’m in.”

“Yeah let’s go.” John said. 

“Oooh we should tell Y/N! Her house is on the way to Lafayette’s.”  Hercules said while walking out the door already. He was very eager. Alexander and John agreed. 

The boys knocked on your door and you opened it to see all there faces smiling widely at you. That couldn’t be good. 

“We’re kidnapping you!” John shouted like he was telling you he had just bought you a puppy. Hercules bent down and hoisted you over his shoulder. You squeaked but let it happen. You trusted these nerds. 

You lifted your head from Hercules back and looked around. “Where are we going?” 

“We’re getting Lafayette, and then we’ll go get wasted.” Alexander explained. You nodded and put your head on Hercules back. You all arrived at the door of the Lafayette estate. Someone knocked on the door, but you couldn’t see who since Hercules had you facing away from the door. 

“Hey! Marquis!” Alex shouted. “We’re getting wasted you in?” 

You heard a muffled “Oui!” and a lot of shuffling and crashing. You giggled slightly. You heard the door opening followed by a sweet and familiar French accent. 

“Hey! Allons…. Is that Y/N?” 

“Oh yeah!” Hercules voice vibrated. He set you down and you turned around and smiled at Lafayette, who smiled back at you. 

Within about ten minutes, you all piled into a booth at a tavern. Hercules and Alex went to the bar to bring drinks to your booth. You were now shielded from the cold of outside, but your body still gave a slight shiver. 

“Shit, are you cold, le plus cher?” Lafayette was shrugging his coat off. John gave him a look you couldn’t quite place. Lafayette was always saying things to you in French that you couldn’t understand. 

“No, we’re inside now. I’ll be fine?” You put a hand up. 

Beau, I insist. At least until you warm up more.” he said. You nodded and turned your back towards him. He put his warm jacket around you, and you were instantly intoxicated with his scent. You didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk, not since you’d met Lafayette. Hercules and Alexander came back with a beer for each of you and two rounds of shots. 

It had only been half an hour and you were thoroughly buzzed. Some guy had been looking at you for quite some time, but you ignore his advances. Alexander was slurring stories about the Caribbean. Hercules and John were listening intently, but your eyes were searching for Lafayette. He had left to get more drinks and hadn’t come back for awhile. 

“Hey guys where Lafa-” You’d found him. He was leaning against the bar smiling and talking to a girl. She had her hand on her arm and was laughing loudly. John followed your gaze and gasped. 

“What?” Alex asked, somewhat upset that his story was being interrupted. 

“Oh my god! Get it Laf!” Hercules shouted. They all started laughing and pointing. 

“She’s really hot, too!” John shouted. 

“He’s so getting laid tonight!” Alexander beamed. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quickly.” You said, and got up from the table. You left his jacket on the chair and left. If Lafayette was flirting with another girl, he clearly didn’t have feelings for you, which meant you didn’t have any for him either. 

You approached the guy who had been checking you out for several minutes. 

“Can you do me a favor?” you asked, cutting right to the chase.

“Sure.” he looked a little taken aback. 

“I need to really piss someone off and make them jealous.” 

“Got it.” He grinned at you. “Which one?”

You pointed to Lafayette at the bar still with the girl. “The French one.” 

“Okay.” The man said. “I’m Paul, by the way.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled at him. He took your hand and kissed it, then walked you over to a table the was right next to the bar and right behind the girl Lafayette was talking to. He sat down in one of the chairs and patted his leg. 

“Sit.” he ordered. You look at him uncomfortably. “You want to make him jealous don’t you?” Paul whispered. You nodded and sat down. Paul wrapped an arm around you waist to steady you. “Now laugh convincingly.” 

“I don’t know if I-” Paul used the hand that was on your hip to tickle you. You screamed for a second and started laughing. Paul brought his face close to your ear. 

“Don’t look now, but it worked.” he whispered. “You got his attention. He’s looking at us. Now smile.” You obeyed his order “Good girl.” The way he said it made you feel sick. “Now I’m gonna put a hand on your thigh, okay?” 

“No I don’t-”

“Shh” he cut you off. “It’s fine.” He laid his hand on your upper thigh and rubbed his thumb across it. You squirmed uncomfortably in your chair. 

“Kiss me.” he whispered. 

“What? No!” you exclaimed. 

“Just do it.” He growled. 

“No I-”

“Y/N mon amie.” Lafayette stood in front of you smiling. His smile looked forced. 

“H-hello Lafayette.” You were flustered, but not for the reason Lafayette thought. His eyes traveled to Paul’s hand in you lap, and then back up to your eyes. 

“Who’s your friend?” he asked. 

“I’m Paul.” Paul said with a grin. You looked at Lafayette and tried to tell him what was happening with your eyes. He seemed to get it because his eyes widened slightly. 

“Nice to meet you. Y/N, may I talk to you for a second?” Lafayette said. You nodded and moved to get up, but Paul’s hands held you back. 

“Why?” He stared at Lafayette. 

“It’s a private matter, and I need to speak to her alone.” Lafayette said calmly, but Paul’s hands held you tight. 

“Paul it’s fine.” you told him. 

“I don’t think so. You’re mine now.” he nuzzled into your neck. Tears were brimming at your eyes. 

“I’m sorry she’s what?” Lafayette took a step closer. 

“Mine.” Paul said. 

Lafayette fist collided with Paul’s nose. You leapt off his lap. 

“Shit! Lafayette!” you yelled. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the scene. 

Avaient quitté” he said without looking at you. He took you outside the bar. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes I’m fine but-” 

“Zen what were you zinking?! Vous pourriez avoir obtenu blessé! He could’ve of done something to you! Il aurait pu prendre avantage de vous! I couldn’t live with myself if je laisse quelqu'un vous touche comme ça! Why did you even talk to him?” 

“What?” You even angrier now.” I can talk to whomever I want Lafayette! Don’t be such a hypocrite you were talking to that girl at the bar!”

Mon Dieu, is that what this is about?” He looked right at you. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” 

“What? I’m the jealous one? You just punched a guy for having his arms around me!” 

Je ne suis pas jalouse!“

Just admit that you’re jealous! In English!” 

Prove it.” Lafayette glared at you. 

“Make me!” 

Lafayette grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. He smashed his mouth against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer to him. Your lips moved in sync. Lafayette started walking forward and you felt your back press against a wall. 

“Guys? We heard what happened and woah…” John’s voice said. You and Lafayette pulled apart and saw the rest of your friends standing there with their mouths open. Hercules was the first to break the awkward silence. 

“I think you were right Alexander.” 

Alex looked at Hercules with a confused look. Hercules just smiled and said, “Laf is totally getting laid tonight.” 

anonymous asked:

after peeping your 8tracks, ive realized you've got a great, expansive taste in music. where have you heard all your music at?

oh my god, just, years of switching my music tastes. any hard rock/alternative is from my emo phase, where i obtained my music from the rock/alternative station at home (3dg/anberlin/paramore/rise against/etc). my miscellaneous music taste came from my homestuck days, where i listened exclusively to fanmixes for about four years and ended up with an eclectic collection of all kinds of genres/artists/songs. if you see an artist repeated, they’re probably from my indie/indie rock phase, where i hunted down anything and everything i could get my hands on of artists i found appealing (ofm&m/daughter/imagine dragons/bastille/safetysuit is alt i think but). nowadays, i’m hunting down jpn artists and more indie/folk bands! lately i’ve been listening to radwimps, one ok rock, the oh hello’s, smallpools, onerepublic, the family crest, the strumbellas, sleeping at last, and the paper route, plus a mixture of anime ops.

i know 8tracks is dead but that’s still my number one go-to for discovering new artists and songs. usually, i’ll find an artist i really jam with and hunt them down on spotify to listen to for hours. reminder that adblock makes desktop spotify ad-free!!!

hate // part II

I’ve been sitting around my house for the past 3 days. I haven’t talked to any of the guys, especially not Nate, despite his endless calls, since we hooked up and kissed the next morning.

I was just so confused. I mean, I don’t know if I like Nate, I’m just so used to his ass of an attitude, but the kiss, like what the fuck? How am I supposed to feel? Was the kiss supposed to make me suddenly change my mind on him and get back in bed with him?

I’ve been ignoring every call and text I could. I barely was on my social media. I was just so out of everything. The only thing I could think of was Nate.

Yes, the parts of the night I do remember were great. Like the way his hands felt, slowly running down my body. Or the way his lips felt like against my neck. The way his fingers and tongue worked on me. His hot breath, making me beg for him. And god, the way he felt inside me. I’m surprised I could even move the next morning. God, it was so good.

And aside from all that hot shit. There were other good things. Like how on the way out of the club, he nearly beat the shit out of some guy who grabbed me, trying to get me home with him. Or the way he kept me protected, with his arm around me walking out of the club. The way that our sex wasn’t serious. Sure it started out hot and full of lust, but once we got up to the bedroom, my awkwardness got the best of me and we both laughed a bit at that.

But then there’s all the shit I’ve been putting up with. His constant insults and shade he threw at me. Always saying shit to me about something I was doing or did. Like the time we all went out and I got drunk, along with Em and Stass, but he said shit all day about me the next day to the guys, saying I was trashy, and my outfit was ‘slutty’ yet Stass, not that I have a problem with her, had less on then me, and her boobs came out that night.

I was laying on my couch thinking about all this shit, a big tee and thigh high socks. My hair up in a very very messy bun, no makeup and stuffing my face with pizza and a bottle of wine, or a half empty bottle to tell ya the truth.

I was in the middle of all these thoughts when there was a knock on my door. Groaning I decided to just ignore them. I clearly wasn’t expecting company, and I wasn’t dressed for any company. Well 5 minutes later and the knocking hasn’t stopped.

“oh my god.” I groan, throwing a pillow over my face and groaning. I got up and yanked open the door.

“what!?” I yell, not in the mood for company or anything.

“damn ma, nice to see you too.” Nate spoke, before letting himself in and walking into my living room and sitting where I was previously laying down.

“sure, come on in.” I mumbled, closing the door and trudging into the kitchen, trying to avoid Nate.

I busied myself, cleaning up some dishes, the table, all kinds of stuff, just to avoid Nate, which didn’t last long since he followed me in, standing across the kitchen counter from me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“ya know, you’re pretty hot when you’re annoyed and pissed.” He said so fucking cockily.

“fuck off Nate. Honestly. What the fuck are you even doing here?” I asked, throwing my rag in the sink, only to turn around to see Nate standing right behind me.

“what the fuck am I doing here? What do you fucking think (y/n), you wanna explain to me why you literally ran out the other morning, and been ignoring everyone?”

“why I ran out the other morning? How about the fact that after years of your shit you just kiss me and say all kinds of shit that’s supposed to make everything okay suddenly?”

“I don’t get why you’re freaking out over this?”

“Nate, we were best friends, and then suddenly you cut me off, say all kinds of shit. And then one drunken hookup and a kiss the next morning and you expect things to be cool again? Make something happen between us?”

“(y/n) fucking chill. Do you not understand all that shit. It fucking killed me when I heard you slept with Sammy. You know how bad that hurt me? God I was willing to do anything for you and I still would. And you know all the shit Sammy said about you after that? I’m not gonna snitch on my man, but just hearing him talk how he did, god I got so jealous.”

“that doesn’t mean it’s okay to just fucking drop me and start all this childish shit Nate. We were best friends. You coulda just fucking talked to me.”

“god (y/n) I fucking like you okay? I have since high school when we first fucking met. It’s been years and I’ve had this stupid soft spot for you.” He huffed, and then his eyes went wide with the realization of what he just actually said.

I just stood there, shocked. Probably just as shocked as him, if not more. I mean, he liked me? I mean, it’s probably all a lie. Some sick joke to him. I don’t know what to think. I mean, yeah he was hot, everyone knew that, but these past few years he’s been such an ass.

“(y/n) say something. please.”

“Nate, what do you want me to say? I like you too?”

“well yeah, that’d be great.”

“Nate, I don’t know what I feel. I’ve gone these past few years with taking all kinds of shit from you an-“

I was cut off by Nate’s lips on mine, yet again. Shocked at first, but then I relaxed when his hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer. I flung mine around the back of his neck and kissed him back.

I played with the ends of his hair and his hand of course found their way to my ass, giving it a slight squeeze, causing me to let out a slight giggle, allowing Nate to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He picked me up and sat me down on the counter as we continued to makeout. His hands were resting on my bare thigh now. He didn’t try for anything else, which I thought was weird, considering this is Nate we’re talking about.

We pulled apart, breathing heavy. My forehead resting against Nates. Nate brought his hand up and moved some of the loose strands from my hair out of my face. And then he looked at me.

“Nate” I sighed, pushing him back a bit and turning my head.

Sure, the kiss was great. Hell if was the best fucking thing in my life, but it’s Nate, the same guy who’s been an ass to me for so long. And yeah, maybe I’m being ridiculous, holding this sort of ‘grudge’ against him, but I can’t just let my guard down, giving him the perfect opportunity to humiliate me.

“(y/n) don’t do this.” Nate said, bringing his hand to the side of my face and turning me to look at him. His eyes were soft.

“Nate, I just-“

“You felt something, I know you did.”

“Nate-“ I sighed.

“(y/n) please, just let me take you out. One date. Please. Just give me a chance to show you I’m serious.”

I sat and thought about it. What if I agreed and then he laughs at me, thinking he was serious. Or I do go out and then he tells all the guys at the end of the date. Like what if it’s just some cruel joke.

“why didn’t you try for anything else just now? Like why did you stop? I mean, I’m half naked, and I’ve never known you to hold back.”

“because I don’t want this to just be about sex. I fucking like you (y/n), I don’t want just sex with you.”

I smiled at his answer.

“yes Nate.”

“what?” he looked at me confused.

“I’ll go out on one date with you.”

“really!?” he cheered, smiling at me.

“yeah. If you really want.”

“yes! Of course. Get ready, and I’ll be back over around like 4.” He said, quickly pecking my lips and running out the house. I just laughed and got off the counter and went up to shower and get ready for my date.


a/n: so I’ll probably do a part 3 if you guys want, I just really wanted to post since I feel like you guys have been waiting for a while. Sorry if it’s not as good as you expected, but I’ve been super busy with school, work and I also just recently got a puppy, so sorry if you don’t like it that much. But hopefully you liked it at least a little bit.

Trick or Treat

Originally posted by claracivry

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Trick or Treat

Author: Morgan

Prompt: First of all I want to tell you that your Kurt x reader fics are all adorable as hell and bring me great joy :) Second, if you’re still taking requests, could you do one where the group goes to some sort of costumed event like Halloween or a Comic Con or something and Kurt gets all flustered and adorable by all the sexy outfits (including/especially the reader’s)? Because flustered and adorable Kurt is the best Kurt :)

Note: I have been waiting FOREVER to write this one omg. It’s pretty close to the bottom of the inbox lol. But yeah. Flustered Kurt is precious. Idk why, but I’m in a very Halloween mood, so Halloween.

Warnings: Sexy costumes. Flustered Kurt.

Ah, Halloween. The time of year when you can’t walk twenty feet without seeing a pumpkin and kids buzz the entire month of October just to dress up and go out for a single night. Of course, at X Mansion, all of the older kids were stuck parading the younger kids through the neighborhoods to go trick or treating. But the night before Halloween, all of the older kids decided to have a bit of a Halloween party, just for them.

You and the girls had been getting ready for the past hour. Now, you were just putting the finishing touches on the glittering blush you were brushing onto your cheeks. Because of your ability to fly, you had decided to go as a fairy princess. You were wearing a flowery crop-top and a cute, but short leafy green skirt. You wore a flower crown in your hair and had put on fake pointed ears. Jean and Jubilee had helped you make the large sparkling wings you wore on your back.

“Are you trying to kill Kurt?” Ororo asked with an amused smirk. She was dressed up as a genie. “You are going to put him in the emergency room at this rate.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, putting on some mascara and fixing your fake ears.

“You know he has a crush on you.” Jean smiled. She zipped up her yellow jumpsuit from her April O’Neil costume.

“He what?”

“He does. Oh my God, how have you not noticed?” Jubilee asked, incredulous. She was dressed up as Jem from Jem and the Holograms. “It’s the cutest thing ever!”

“Oh my God, that’s so cute!” you smiled, floating above the ground a few inches. There was a knock at the door.

“Are you almost done in there?” Peter asked impatiently. There’s a party downstairs waiting for you.

“We’re all dressed. You can come in, Pete.” The door opened. Peter looked around, taking in all of your costumes. He looked at you for a second.

“(Y/N), are you trying to put Kurt in the hospital? What did the blueberry do to you, man?”

“Oh my God, shut up. He’ll live.” You smirked, turning away from the mirror. “I’m good. You ladies ready?”

“Yep.” Jean nodded. You and the others followed Peter down to the basement, into the Danger Room where they were holding the little Halloween Bash. There was a table with snacks and a punch bowl, a barrel full of apples, Halloween decorations hanging everywhere. Teenage mutants flooded the room, dancing to the music.

“Hey babe, glad you could make it,” Scott wrapped an arm around Jean. He was dressed as a 50’s greaser, wearing a white t-shirt and a leather jacket to match his shades.

Kurt glanced over at you from across the room. He swallowed thickly, trying not to stare at your exposed stomach. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of purple. He could only pray you wouldn’t come to close to him, or he feared he might faint. Peter noticed and rushed over to grab him, bringing him closer to the group.

Kurt was dressed in a pirate costume. It was very cute, you thought, considering his recent obsession with the swashbucklers.

“I love your costume, Kurt,” you complimented. He smiled, struggling to find words.

“You…uh…you look very…very beautiful,” he stumbled, cheeks becoming more purple than you thought possible. You couldn’t help but giggle. Kurt paused, staring wide-eyed before disappearing in a cloud of smoke and appearing at the punch bowl. He was breathing heavily. Seeing you like this, it awoke urges in him he didn’t know existed. He wanted to take you somewhere alone and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe and then kiss you some more.

“You okay?” Warren asked with a knowing smirk.

“No. She’s just so…I can’t. I can’t get close to her vizhout…doing zhings I’ll regret.”

“Maybe you should just tell her that. And finally ask her out.” Warren suggested.

“But vhat if she…vhat if she doesn’t feel the same vay?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Warren shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “But if I were you, I’d scoop her up before someone else does.”

Kurt nodded, taking the advice into thought. Maybe Warren was right/ Maybe he just needed to grab the bull by the horns and make a move. He thought about it for an hour, avoiding you as best as he could, but finally he just gave up. After all, you were friends before you were anything else.

He wrung his hands nervously, tail twisting behind him as he tried to formulate a plan. He approached the group, sitting in the corner of the room.

“Oh hey, Kurt,” you smiled warmly, scooting over to make room for him. He sat beside you. “You like the party?”

“It’s great,” he nodded, eyes scanning across your face. He couldn’t help but imagine his lips on yours, kissing you softly, holding you in his arms. Kurt pushed the thought out of his head, swallowing thickly and twiddling his thumbs. “I’ve never been to a party quite like zhis.”

“Yeah neither have I.” Scott smirked. “Mutants really know how to party.”

“Ja,” Kurt was shaking. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just go upstairs and pretend he didn’t exist. You put a hand on his knee.

“You okay, Kurt?” you tilted your head, looking at him compassionately.

“Ja, I just…I…” he tried, getting tongue tied instantly, his amber eyes frozen on your lips. Everyone watched in anticipation. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he grabbed your wrist and teleported to the hallway.


“Woah.” You stated, looking around. Luckily, there was no one nearby.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” Kurt begged, looking down at you. You smiled, giggling.

“Yes, Kurt. I was wondering when you’d ask.”

He leaned forward, bending down to press his lips to yours. They were soft, sweet, gentle. His tail coiled around your waist as you tangled your fingers in his thick raven hair. He couldn’t pull you close enough. Even with your bodies touching, he wanted you closer to him. Large blue fingers found their place on your back, hugging you as if he was scared you’d disappear.

The kiss was pretty heated for Kurt, which you didn’t expect, but God, you weren’t complaining. If you were being honest, you had wanted to do this for quite some time now.

He finally pulled away, forcing himself to let go of you.

“I’m so sorry,” Kurt apologized, wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Sorry for what, Kurt?” you asked softly. You smiled. So did he. “I like you. A lot.”

“You vhat?”

“I do.” your hand came to rest on his shoulder. “How about you and I get back to the party and we can do more of this later?”

Kurt grabbed your wrist and teleported back into the Danger Room.

“Where did you two go?” Peter smirked.

“Nowhere,” you shrugged, taking Kurt’s hand. Kurt smiled a toothy grin, fangs poking out. He hadn’t had any Halloween tricks yet, but he knew kissing you was the greatest treat of all.

Prank Wars 2K15

Prompt: Co-written with @mrs-moose-chester - Remember when Dean pranked Sam in 10x17? This is how we thought Sam would have paid Dean back. 

Words: 1,300 (approx.)

Warnings: Nothing, just a whole lot of fun.

It started out innocently enough. Their pranks usually did: Tape over the phone so there would be no dial tone. A couple of guns turned upside-down on the wall. But this was the final straw. Sam’s toothbrush smelled like sweat and his pillow smelled like ass. Now it was war.

He thought about confronting him. That was Sam’s usual MO when Dean took things too far. He could storm into his room, cause a big fuss, call him a jerk and storm out with threats of putting Nair in his shampoo… but all that seemed too easy. It was time to give big brother a taste of his own medicine.

Over the next couple of days Sam put his plan into action. This was psychological warfare and he was going to take advantage of every opportunity he had. When they were in the library researching and Dean left the room, Sam would move everything over 3 inches to the left. The look of confusion on Dean’s face when he sat back down was priceless. Turning the blanket on his bed wrong side up and his pillowcases inside out. Hearing the utter bewilderment in Dean’s voice as to why his beer is gone when he swore he still had half of it left. It all made Sam jump with glee on the inside.

So when Dean announced that he had caught a case and would be gone for a couple of days, Sam decided it was time to bring out the big guns. He had a hard time keeping the excitement off his face as he watched Dean pack up his guns and other weapons that were lying on the table.

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anonymous asked:

So I just wanted to take the time to tell you how important you are to my roleplay and tumblr experience. I love writing with you literally everywhere I can. I think the effort and nuance you pour into both Zero and Ivy is inspirational and one of a kind thanks to your prose and wording. You yourself are great. I just think you as a person are all around great and a must have on my dash. Anyone who follows you has good sense and taste.

holy fuck where did this come from!! oh my god ??? i??? thank you?? i dont even know what to say this is so nice oh my go d …. whoever you are, i lov you and yr just the ?? sweetest thing, thank you so very much omg. many kisses

This Is It, The Apocalypse

Summary: Both Dan and Phil have found themselves separated because of the zombie apocalypse that broke out. It’s been a year and they don’t know if the other is alive. Phil’s lonely and misses his boyfriend, until one morning he gets a pleasant surprise while out hunting for food.
Genre: Zombie AU, slightly fluff and angst
Word Count: 2222
Beta: demisexualhowell you da bomb dot com thanks for betaing <333

A/N: idk why I just suddenly really wanted to write a zombie au…

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Imagine 29 || Request 11

You know, when I get carried away on making an imagine, usually they end up a mess..especially when I’m listen to something like Jacquie Lee’s Broken Ones. So after a lot of erasing and correcting errors, I finally finished it..gawd I’m a crying mess sometimes ugh… Anyway, here’s your request anon…i’m guessing these two are the same? sorry for any errors coz i fast wrote this.. Hope you guys like it! :D oh and btw..Brett is bi (idk how to feel about that..)


Your eyes widened at what happened.

“Oh, god.” Scott said, sounding just as surprised at what he did and it didn’t help when, though the hallway was filled with students, you felt this particular stare towards your direction.

Turning to the direction where you felt the staring was coming from, your surprise doubled when you saw Isaac looking shocked at what happened-but that didn’t really bothered you what did bother you was the face that he was standing right there.

“Isaac?” you called in a whisper because you still can’t believe that he was right there.

And just like that, the look on his face began to change into what seems to be of betrayal and hurt before he walked away and headed somewhere else and leaving you there looking dumbfounded all the while ignoring the rambling that was coming from Scott.


“How long have you known that he was back from France?” Stiles asked, looking towards the passenger seat beside him. “And you kissed her?” he almost exclaimed, pointing towards you sitting at the back of the jeep.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, feeling more embarrassed.

“I’m just as surprised as you to be honest,” Scott answered.

Once the jeep parked in front of the McCall house, you all got out and made your way inside where Isaac was currently talking to mama McCall. But once Isaac saw you come in with the dynamic duo, he immediately excused himself and headed upstairs where you followed him with a bit of difficulty with his long strides and your short ones.

“Isaac,” you tried to call his attention as you walked into his room, but only getting the silent treatment.

“Lahey!” you called after numerous times of calling him before he looked up to you.

“What?” He said, almost growling at you while he continued to put his clothes in a duffel bag on his bed.

“What do you mean what?” You asked, looking a bit mad at the way he was acting at the moment. “What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong, Y/N.” He answered, going to his drawer and taking a tshirt. “You were kissing Scott.”

“Oh and you moving to France without me knowing isn’t wrong?” you retorted, crossing your arms on your chest and looked at him sternly.

“What else was I to do?” He exclaimed, zipping up the bag a big too rough. “Plus you were obviously happy.”

“How would you even know if I was happy just by how I looked a while ago?” You asked as tears began to fill the rim of your eyes, the ache in your chest starting to reveal itself-the same hurt you felt when you knew Isaac left without you knowing.

“Your heart was beating fast because-”

“Because I was with Scott and not with you?” You finished his sentence. “Why not when I saw you, i felt like I was meeting you for the first time again?”

“Or maybe because I was hurting that my mind began to play tricks with me all over again because I was seeing you standing there,” you continued, a tear already escaping.

The expression on Isaac’s face softened when he saw the tears starting to flow uncontrollably, you still rambling to him how hurt you were when he left. And before you knew it, you were enveloped in a tight hug, a hand cupping the back of your head while another rubbing your back in a comforting manner. Isaac knew that a sorry won’t cover what he did and he was determined to make it up to you, no matter how long you’ll make him wait saying that he deserved it after what happened.


I can’t believe that we’ve reached over 1,000 followers on this blog. I know I don’t post much due to my schedule being fucked but damn! Where did all of you come from?! Why do you enjoy this giant shitpost so much?!

Anyway thank you so much!> I may not understand why you all want to follow us when all we post is goofy photoedits but I sincerely appreciate it and look forward to providing you with more pictures whenever my schedule allows me to.

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sketch dump time~~ *7*/ more happy family AU doodles~~ cause i can’t handle the angst //cries
i powered through the comic today so that i can go binge play Lethis lol

also uhhh i’m in bit of an awkward predicament cause the are now 300 of you lovely souls but i uhh…..haven’t even chosen the winners for the 200 follower giveaway so…uhh WELCOME AND I’M SORRY YOU DON’T GET YOUR OWN EVENT //sobs BUT PLEASE DO JOIN IN THE CURRENT ONE!! you can find it [here] THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS!!! 。゚✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ノ.✶゚ฺ。

Fic: Play-by-Play

Summary: Glee kids are horrible spies OR what goes on inside when Kurt and Blaine leave Rachel’s house party. 

WC: 2K

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Thanks to foramomentonly for a speedy beta, and to tina-warriorprincess, imthepause, amongsoulsandshadows, and scout451 for some terrific insult suggestions. Folks, you have a gift. : )


“Oh my god! I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Madison squeals. The sound would be endearing if it weren’t right in Mason’s ear.

“Shhhhhh! I can’t hear them!” He hisses up toward his sister’s voice, aiming for her ear, and ends up with a mouthful of pink feathers and felt. She keeps squealing, but lowers the volume to a high, frenetic hum. He shouldn’t care. It’s not like any of them are good spies. After all, most super spies don’t accessorize in rainbow tulle.

Their loss, really, he thinks. The tutus are awesome. And even if they aren’t the best spies, the tulle isn’t making them any worse.

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Oh gods! Where did you guys come from? And when?!

I am so happy that you are my followers. It’s an honor to be your inspiration and to make your day better with the power of art (like this Wheatu above, pure art). And thank YOU for making MY day better. You have no idea how wonderful it is to know that someone likes your creations!

Thank you again, darlings. Have a wonderful day, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Title: The Space Insect and The Hobbit
Author: whenthestarsburntout
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour, Romance
Word Count: 559
Pairings or Characters: The Doctor (12th), Clara Oswald
Spoilers: NONE!
Notes: Right so where did all 171 of you come from? It’s such an overwhelming feeling that 171 humans have decided to follow my god awful blog. I hope you enjoy my fics or whatever and I hope you continue to enjoy them and my blog :) this is for all of you guys! Bless you all!
Warnings: Some swearing!
Summary: “Oh ha-ha. That’s actually quite offensive!” “Oh and being called a glorified Space Insect isn’t?”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who. All belongs to the BBC!


“I can’t believe you did that?!” she cried, waving her arms, gesturing to her wild hair that was currently a rather extravagant blue. The Doctor simply rolled his eyes as he stepped around the TARDIS console, setting himself up for the next adventure.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen. Of course he hadn’t. He may have wished it would but no… he never thought it would happen. He bit his lip, casting a quick glance at his rather angry blue haired companion.

“Look I didn’t think they’d go ahead with it-” he closed his mouth promptly, his chest growing tight as he tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up with in him. He pulled his eyes away from her, reaching over to grab the small screen, pulling it round before him.

“Oh shut up you glorified Space Insect!” she hissed, her arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her foot. She smirked however when the Doctor let out a rather disgruntled huff, his eyes wide as they met hers.

“Hold on… glorified Space Insect?! I’m sorry but I don’t remember stopping off at the Shire recently…”

“Oh ha-ha! That’s actually quite offensive!”

The Doctor’s eyebrows raised quickly as he stood up straight. He waved his hands gesturing to himself.

“Oh and being called a glorified Space Insect isn’t?”

She bit her lip trying not to smile. This had started off as an argument… now it seemed to be that of a childish game of name calling, which should have ended in tears, however it then became a game of who’d crack first.

“Being called a Hobbit isn’t exactly nice though is it?!”

The Doctor huffed, tapping some buttons and glancing at nothing in particular on the screen, trying to distract himself from her so he wouldn’t laugh and it was oh so hard indeed.

“Well it’s better than being called a midget isn’t it?!”

Clara groaned loudly, stamping her feet in the fashion the Doctor could only describe as a child throwing a tantrum. He just wanted to grab her and hold her still for a moment, so he could contain himself. However he opted against it for… many reasons.

“Oh yes of course it’s better than being called a midget.” she said in reply in her best Scottish accent. The Doctor’s hearts sped up and his stomach had an uncomfortable tingling feeling as she tried her best to imitate him. However… he was going to win this game!

“Now that is offensive!” he snapped, pointing his finger at her in mock anger. Clara’s lips pursed together tightly, the corners turning upwards slightly, showing the dimples in her cheeks which made it all the more harder for him to breathe.

He strode towards her, watching as her cheeks grew ever the more red. He stopped before her and waggled his eyebrows quickly. That’s all it took in the end. He soon had Clara Oswald in fits of laughter.

“Oh look it seems I win.” he said with a rather charming grin as she laughed, with a rather large grin of her own. He’d always win when it came to keeping her happy. It’s what he lived for after all in the end.

Still giggling, Clara reached up, placing a quick kiss on the Time Lord’s cheek, before whispering,

“I don’t think so you skinny bastard.”


Woozi Fic 23

so uh this ones weird and sorry for it being so long but here you guys go! i hope you like it!

“How could you even say that?!” Woozi exclaims as you two walk through the park.

“It’s true! We have this argument way too often for you to still be this dumb!” you shout back.

Woozi leans back and screams to the cloudy, grey sky, rolling his eyes. “WOW!” he springs back to glare at you. “If we have this argument so often, why is your opinion still so wrong?”

“You’re the one who’s wrong!”

“I have never been more right!” Woozi yells, throwing out his arms. “Chocolate is clearly better than vanilla!”

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Punch - Part Four

Summary: Due to your parents divorcement you were forced to move into a whole new state, Kansas, along with your mother and her new boyfriend. Much against your liking. You were in your last year of high school and now had to change school in the middle of the year. Now you had to deal with stupid classmates, stupid teachers and a stupidly attractive classmate. How were you going to handle this situation? Would you even get used to it at some point?

Chapter Summary: You might have said something not that smart while sitting next to Dean. Now you would have to handle with the consequences. 

Words: 1346

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader (both are 18)

Warnings: kind of bullying

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated :)

Punch - Masterpost

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mamapeterson and I were having a conversation the other day about the boys prank styles and what would have happened after Dean pranks Sam in 10x17. This is how we thought Sam would have paid Dean back….

Prank Wars 2K15

It started out innocently enough. Their pranks usually did: Tape over the phone so there would be no dial tone. A couple of guns turned upside-down on the wall. But this was the final straw. Sam’s toothbrush smelled like sweat and his pillow smelled like ass. Now it was war.

He thought about confronting him. That was Sam’s usual MO when Dean took things too far. He could storm into his room, cause a big fuss, call him a jerk and storm out with threats of putting Nair in his shampoo…but all that seemed too easy. It was time to give big brother a taste of his own medicine.

Over the next couple of days Sam put his plan into action. This was psycological warfare and he was going to take advantage of every opportunity he had. When they were in the library researching and Dean left the room, Sam would move everything over 3 inches to the left. The look of confusion on Dean’s face when he sat back down was priceless. Turning the blanket on his bed wrong side up and his pillowcases inside out. Hearing the utter bewilderment in Dean’s voice as to why his beer is gone when he swore he still had half of it left. It all made Sam jump with glee on the inside.

So when Dean announced that he had caught a case and would be gone for a couple of days, Sam decided it was time to bring out the big guns. He had a hard time keeping the excitement off his face as he watched Dean pack up his guns and other weapons that were lying on the table.

“Yeah, Charlie called and said she needed to come by and do some research so I should probably stay and help her out.” It wasn’t a lie, Charlie was coming. But he would have said anything to get to stay this time.
“Sounds fun.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Do all nerds hang out picking each others brains? Or is it just you too?”
“Ha, ha.” Sam mumbled not looking up from his laptop.
Dean gave him a cheeky grin and grabbed his bag. “Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow. Stay out of my room.” The grin was replaced by a look that Sam guessed Dean thought was scary.
“Dude, I’m not the one that has a problem messing with people’s stuff!” Sam glared at Dean’s back as he headed up the staris. “You should practice what you preach.”
“Whatever, Bitch.”
“Jerk!” Sam called grinning.

As soon as he was sure that Dean was gone, Sam slammed his laptop shut and hurried through the kitchen to the bedrooms. He had some major heavy lifting to do and only one night to get it done. As he stood surveying Dean’s room, a slow grin covered his face. This was going to be good.


“Sam?” Charlie called while trying to yank her bag through the door. “Dean?”
A crash followed by a muffled groan coming from deep in the bunker caused her to pause and listen intently.
Another crash. “Aww! Dammit!”
“SAM?” Charlie scrambled in her bag for her gun that she rarely used. “Oh God, where the hell is it?!”

Finally finding it buried under books and t-shirts, Charlie ran down the hall. Worried that Sam was being attacked, she skidded around the corner gun drawn. All she could see was his feet sticking out from under a bed. He was grunting and pushing, obviously stuck.

“Umm, Sam?” She had no idea what was going on, not anything new for her when hanging out with the Winchesters, but this was definetly different.

“Oh, good, you’re here. Hey, help me with this would you?” Sam tried to shove at the bed again but it was wedged between the wall and the door across the hall. “Why do you have a gun?”
Charlie looked at her now seemingly useless gun and tucked it into the waistband at her back.
“Dammit Sam! I thought you were being atacked!” She looked at him still on the floor. “Which aparently you were. By a bed. What the hell is going on here?”
“I’m pulling a prank on Dean.” Sam reavealed. “You want in?”

He finally managed to get himself out from under the bed and began looking back and forth from Dean’s room to the one next to it. He had to get the bed in there or all his work would be for nothing. Stupid Men of Letters and their giant solid wood bedframes…Maybe if he put it on its side? Determined, he grabbed the underside of the frame and lifted again.

“Wait Sam! Are you sure this is a good idea?” Charlie looked nervously at Dean’s nearly empty room.

She knew how organized Dean was; everything had a place. Now it appeared everything had a place in the room next door. Except it was all turned the wrong way. The desk drawers were against the wall. Every gun on the wall was upside-down and hanging sideways. Pictures were turned around. All of Dean’s things were annoyingly backwards.

“Won’t Dean, you know…be mad that you’re messing with his stuff?”
“Probably. Don’t care.” Sam grumbled. “We’ve been pranking each other since forever and he always takes it too far. I’m pretty sure he shoved my toothbrush…” He suddered at the thought of where his toothbrush could have been. “Anyway. Instead of getting pissed, I’m getting even. Now,” he grinned at her and once again began moving the bed. “Do you want to help? Or are you scared of Dean?”

Charlie knew he was messing with her but she actually kind of liked the idea of pulling one over on the great prankster Dean Winchester…and it was innocent enough she supposed. She rolled her eyes and helped him lift the bedframe to it side.

“Yes! That’s my girl!” Sam held the bed up and looked into the room, trying to judge if it would fit. “Ok we have to get it through the door and remember: the footboard needs to be against the wall.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this…” Chalrlie sighed and began pushing the frame while Sam pulled.


Dean ran a hand over his face as he entered his room. He was so exhasted that he didn’t even turn on the light. He tried to drop his bag on the bed but it hit the concrete floor with a resounding smack.

“What the hell…”

He flipped on the light and scanned empty room. Confused, he opened the door again checking the number. #11. Definetly his room.

“What…the fuck?”

He looked up and down the hall. His eyes landed on the room right next to his. The door slightly ajar.

“Oh, no fuckin’ way!” He rushed over to the room and pushed the door open with his foot. When he sees the state of “his” room it all made sense. The guns, his blanket, all those beers…Dean ran into the small bathroom attached to the room. He cautiously picked up his toothbrush and sniffed. Hm, nothing.  When he went back into the room the door was closed, a note attached to it.

“All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean muttered.


Sam sits down across from Charlie and grins. “Now we wait.”

Charlie looks to the direction of the rooms nervously. “Sam, are you sure he’s not - ”


With a satisfied sigh, Sam takes a long pull from his beer, opening up a book on Ancient Languages like its any other day. “Come on.” He gestures toward her laptop. “We have research to get done.”

Charlie can hear Dean’s heavy boots rapidly approaching. “Well this is going to be awkward…”

Magi 263 Spoilers

Warning: As usual, please note that my level of Japanese is basic at most, so I cannot guarantee the following snippets are completely accurate. In other words, these can be completely wrong, and I left some parts out because I didn’t understand them. Also, feel free to repost them anywhere - just link back or credit, please :)

In which I get completely carried away and not only translate it all (after saying I’d do just a short summary), but forget to write the intro!! Such an intense chapter… I will do some commentary later.

PS: This was done in a huge rush, so don’t take it literally xD

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