ok so let me explain you what actually happens in these gifs:

petrichordiak  asked:

can i hear more about the class you hijacked? (this doesnt have to be private)

I actually got out of bed just so I could go full rant about this on my  computer, so y’all buckle up (thank you for giving me this opportunity lololol)

Okay, so this happened about a year, maybe a year and a half ago. I’m gonna go ahead and make this one public for the benefit of those that didn’t follow me back then, if that’s cool.

Let me preface this by saying that I had taken literally every one of the professor’s classes before then. Partly because they were the only anthropology style class the uni offered, and partly because halfway through the second class I realized that literally everything was the same, except the books, which we never used. Even the assignments were the same, and I had perfected a system of how to do those quickly, easily, and last-minute, lol. So it was pretty much the definition of an easy A, and the prof liked me bc I was nice, actually listened to her even though I’d heard it all before, and didn’t rat her ass out for not actually teaching what she was supposed to, lol.

I should’ve known right there.

So when there was an opportunity to take a Native Americans in North America class with her, I jumped on it. I needed the hours, I obviously knew a lot on the subject already, and it would be another easy a, if history was anything to go by. 

It became one of the most frustrating classes I have ever taken.

As always, the class started the same as the others. We started out learning about vocab and models. NBD, we’d get to specifics eventually, right?

Now there are about 16 to 18 weeks in your average semester.

By week 6 we had yet to learn anything about Native history. She’d assigned some reading about the moundbuilder’s archeological sites, but nothing about the modern day. Maybe she was just taking it slow, I thought, though I was bothered by her only talking about Natives in the past tense. But she’d told me in the first class I’d taken with her (years ago by now) that she was enrolled Native, so I didn’t call it out immediately. 

We get to week 8, halfway through the semester, she hadn’t covered anything. No mention of treaties, modern movements for civil rights, AIM (American Indian Movement), the illegal overthrow of Hawai’i, buffalo kill offs, smallpox blankets, Chicago museum’s bullshit, NAGPRA (a law protecting grave sites and demanding the return of remains to their Nation by museums and sites, if the Nation will accept them (sometimes they allow the remains to be housed by the museum bc they’re typically more secure there, but that’s very rare)) beyond how it affected archeologists, the different regions, the language families, ghost dance, the flooding of lands by companies illegally, human zoos, RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS, THE FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS, NOTHING.

Like your 4th grade history segment, as racist as it probably was, probably was more informative than this bitch was being, okay? And I was getting mad. Y’all know me. Native activism is a huge part of my life, and has been for years. Students were being allowed to say really racist shit unchecked. The prof wasn’t teaching jack. Misinformation was being spread, even by the prof.

It felt like even in a class dedicated to us, we didn’t matter. Our history didn’t matter. 

I was fed up.

Then, she pissed me the absolute fuck off. She proceeded to spend the rest of the class talking about South America.

Now, our Indigenous family below the equator absolutely deserve to be discussed. They have so many issues that really, really need to be boosted and respected. We do not raise their voices often enough. But this was a class specifically about North America, and her reasoning for making it otherwise was racist in so many ways.

First, she changed the curriculum outside of its scope because she was “MORE INTERESTED IN SOUTH AMERICA, AND WOULD HAVE TO DO RESEARCH TO TALK ABOUT” the issues I was publicly demanding to know when she would cover. As if her personal interest and ignorance were more important than our lives. 

(side note, it turns out she was lying about being enrolled and Native. Her white supremacist brother (not even kidding) had said that a Cherokee woman chief in Minnesota or some shit had enrolled them. I asked her if she meant Wilma Mankiller, the first modern female Cherokee chief. She said no, it was someone else, and in the late nineties, after Wilma would’ve no longer been Chief. I publicly called her out, and even another student jumped in to help, because there was no other woman Chief then, and there was no recognized Nation that far North. Her white supremacist brother had lied bc he felt othered while working near the Din’e on a job site, bc they didn’t include his racist ass, lol. So she’d lied her way into being allowed to teach a class she didn’t even know or care about. So at this point, I was fucking done with her, lol)

She also was showing us old propaganda films, and literally every group she discussed was being painted as ignorant, warlike savages by her and the materials. She even defended a man that intentionally exposed Indigenous peoples with no immunity to certain diseases to said diseases ‘just to see what would happen.’ She recommended his books, including ‘Noble Savages’ to us. I shouldn’t have to explain why that’s racist, lmao.

All of this is to say that I was VERY fed up, she (and the class) was VERY racist, and she was going down.

Then her foolish self decided to assign a massive project where we were supposed to ‘teach the class’ about a Native subject (y i k e s, esp. since the class was full of non-Natives). Since I was Fed Up, I decided to skip the usual schooling on cultural appropriation to instead teach everyone (including her) about just a smattering of the important things she hadn’t even mentioned in passing. :)

What followed was a 33 page powerpoint.

Apologies for any inaccuracies, and blanket tw for slurs, racism, death, csa, torture, child abuse, etc etc etc

(I added all the regalia pics bc they made me happy and calmed me down, which I was gonna need. I set the presentation up as “Man, I sure had trouble deciding what to make my presentation about. Should I talk about X? Y? Z? This? That? This? And so on until I reached residential schools and Reconciliation as my discussion topic.)

I hope those gifs work. If not, they should be under my “Oka Crisis” tag, or “n i fn a history” and “n i fn a protests” tags. I also had decided early to use the Nations actual names where possible.

Oh look, a quick and easy way to make people realize THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T FUCKING REFER TO US AS SLURS, and here’s how to discuss the issue without being additionally harmful.

OH LOOK, SOURCES

#FreeLeonardPeltier

Getting progressively angrier at this point. The class is smart enough to stay silent.

#MMIW #NoMoreStolenSisters. Please bring them home. Whatever it takes.

Stayed on this slide juuust long enough to stare each person in class down.

Oh look, we’re finally hitting my actual topic. Again, shit’s about to get very heavy. Please read only if you can. I will not be glancing over these to check them rn, bc I can’t. I’m sharing just for y’all to see, and hopefully reblog to educate people.

I honestly wept as I worked on this part. I can’t read it again.

Calling it out.

AYUP. Canadians are so nice and their government isn’t problematic at all

There are survivors that are my age, and younger.

Not letting them forget that this isn’t just in the past. It still wounds us.

It still hurts. We’re still recovering.

I included resources for them, including the prof, to actually educate themselves, since our school sure as shit wasn’t going to do it.

A handful of my sources.

Anyways. I was done. So fucking done. She (the prof) still tried to guide the class back and pretend that it was acceptable that she hadn’t taught them anything. I didn’t let her. I reminded them all that the only reason that this was Canada focused was bc they’d just had the Truth and Reconciliation reports, whereas the US government hasn’t put any effort into assembling data on their atrocities. Go figure.

Anyways, happy #Canada150 everybody :)

OK to reblog.

Special Places

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3017

Warnings: Smut. One NSFW gif

Anon asked “Can you do a Bucky Smut fic where the reader just moved back to town and is reunited with Bucky after not seeing each other for a long time and they’re old best friends and always had feelings for each other they just never acted on them because they were scared. Sorry is that doesn’t make sense!! You’re literally the only author that makes the best smut stories ever because you use gifs with them😂🙈”

A/N: This was fun to write considering a had a similar thing happen…apart from the sex part. Let me know if you want to be tagged here.

Originally posted by gothicclownqueen

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Locked Up

Can you do a reaction to getting locked in the school overnight with your crush, the bad boy, BTS

These are more like scenarios if anything but I still hope that it was close to what you wanted, and I apologize for taking so long to post this

[Gifs do not belong to me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Being locked up in school isn’t great. Especially when it’s dark. And alone. Well at least you were until you ran into namjoon, the bad boy of the school and honestly you were thinking that it possibly couldn’t get any better. You liked him and now you were alone with him. He seemed quite surprised to see you out of all people in school so late. Namjoon did know you, kinda, since he sees you in like half his classes and getting the sense that you weren’t ok with being alone he dragged you along to an empty classroom. Great. The whole time you two were in there you personally felt like you were about to explode. Yeah, he made you swoon that much. “So why are you stuck in here?” his head tilts a bit and his gaze meets yours. “I could ask you the same thing,” he smirks a little and pick his head back up, still looking into your eyes. “Fell asleep in class, and the teacher didn’t bother to wake me up.” The way he rolled his eyes told pretty much what he thought of his teacher. “Now you tell me your story.” “Well lets just say last minute restroom breaks aren’t a good idea,” you chuckled awkwardly as he grinned. He opened his mouth to speak but the lights of the room turned off and you instantly cuddled yourself into namjoon without a second thought. After realizing this you blushed muttering a quick sorry and pulled back from him but he put his around you and kept you close. “It’s ok, I don’t mind holding you.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by beagletae

You never thought you’d get detention, you weren’t perfect but you never did anything wrong, and you didn’t think that detention would be the reason you’d be locked up in school. It was already dark and school was already scary enough you didn’t need this. Seokjin soon came along when you found him asleep in one of the schools closets, and all because he wanted alone time. The whole time you guys talked and just strolled the dimly lit halls which was a little more comforting with him. He might of been the bad boy but he was actually pretty nice. Being with him in a situation like this just made being locked in school not so bad. “You know how I got stuck here, what’s your story?” “Detention,” you groaned slightly. “Oh someone’s been naughty,” he says teasingly making you blush. “I didn’t do anything bad, my teacher is just strict, and he ‘forgot’ that I was there and left me.” You grumbled under your breath and jin laughed a little when seeing you puff your cheeks out of irritation. “Ah, cute,” he mumbles to himself. “Hey well on the bright side you’re stuck with me,” he winks at you and you swear you stopped breathing for two seconds. “Yeah, I’m with you,” you smiled.

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by minniesuga

You weren’t all that surprised when you realized that you were locked in. It’s what you get for hiding away to ditch you’re last hour only because you were trying to avoid your crush. New seating charts aren’t  that all great because now you sit right next to him. And at the moment you thought you were screwed because he suddenly popped up decided to tag along with you at some point even though he seemed to pay no mind to you. You were already hating life at the moment and you were hating it even more because he was here alone with you and you knew you were going to embarrass yourself at some point. The cafeteria was left unlocked so you sat across from each other in silence and glancing at each other every now and then to. Perfect, you thought. I’m not doing anything and I’m already embarrassing, you mentally slapped yourself as you tried avoiding eye contact with yoongi. “So you weren’t in class today,” he says and you finally look at him, but he was staring at his hands. “Why not?” his eye looked up and you looked down again and blushed. “I-I wasn’t feeling it today,” you say. “Just for that class?” he raises a brow. “I mean- well-  no it’s just,” you groaned and your hands rubbed at your face making yoongi chuckle. “You don’t gotta explain it’s fine,” your eyes meet with his now and he smiles slightly. “Just don’t skip it next time, it’s lame when you’re gone.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by jeonsshi

So you’re in school, and it’s way past school hours. And you’re also alone…in the dark…and locked in. What could go wrong? To say were scared was an understatement. You were terrified and who wouldn’t be when you’re stuck in school at night. You were sure you were going to die in here, it was the perfect set up for a horror flick. When you heard a sudden bang you screamed and another scream followed, a scream that wasn’t yours. “God you scared me!” Hoseok huffed and held his hand to his chest. You stared at him relieved that you weren’t the only one her now but also wondering why he was here. “S-sorry I didn’t mean to,” you rubbed your arm sheepishly. “It’s fine, kinda my fault to since I dropped that trash can back there,” he points behind him and laugh. You couldn’t help but giggle “and how did that happen?” Hoseok stood by you now with a shy expression. “Don’t tell anyone but I got a little freaked out and ended up running into it.” You smirked a bit and cross your arms “the famous bad boy, Jung Hoseok, was scared?” you said dramatically. “Yeah, yeah whatever you were even more scared you screamed like you were about to die,” “Well because I thought I was,” you shared a laugh before he gently held your forearm and smiled as you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. Good thing it was dark. “Maybe we should stay close just in case anything else happens,” “O-ok”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by gotjimin

Never in your life did you ever think you’d be stuck in a dark room alone with your crush jimin. Well of course you have. And it was happening, but not the way you thought (you dirty person you;)) You were in a dark room alright but that room was the janitors closet…at school…locked in. Now you didn’t know this would happen you were just trying to hide away from the douches that were bugging you. Jimin was hiding away to but that’s for a whole other reason and apparently he had the same idea as you. He startled you as he swung open the door and slipped in with no questions asked. He shut the door and quickly put his ear against it and just as you were about to say something you felt his hands roam around your shoulders then your face before cover your mouth and bringing your head to his chest. “Stay quiet,” he says, ear still pressed against the door. Seconds past and you squirmed out of his grasp “what are yo-” “shh!” you sigh “what are you doing?” you whispered. Jimin stayed there for a moment before leaning away from the door and turned around to face what he assumed to be you. “I was running away from a friend of mine,” “why?” “I pranked  him, and I got him good this time.” You couldn’t see but you knew he was grinning ear to ear. “Who are you by the way?” he asks. “Oh y/n, not sure if you know me but we have the same history class.” He stood silently for a second. “Do you have your phone?” “Yeah, why?” “Turn on the flashlight so I can see you.” You did as you were told and it wasn’t until you turned on the light you realized how close he was. You dropped your phone out of surprise and you both reached for it. At that very moment there was a click. “Did you hear that?” You got up and jiggled the knob only to groan when realizing that you were locked in. “Well were stuck in here,” you huffed and hit you back against the door. Jimin had the light on you and he giggled suddenly. “W-what?” you were beginning to blush. “Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re angry,” “B-but I’m not,” what was he saying? “well, you’re still cute.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by taedamn

When taehyung asked you to help him out with studying after school you were quite happy and took the offer. How could say no to him? Yes he’s the bad boy but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t strive for good grades. Plus you liked him so you were down to help him out. But there you were, by the classroom two hours after the last bell had rung waiting on taehyung to show up. A few more minutes, you thought. And after those few minuets you already made your down the hall. Of course he didn’t show, you scoffed to yourself. You found yourself at the main entrance just about to push open the doors when you hear your name being called. “Hey where are you going?” “Home,” you said a bit harshly. “Why? I thought you were gonna help me out?” he pouted almost. “I was but then you showed up tow hours late and I have to be home.” There was really no reason to be mad but if was gonna be busy before hand he should’ve said something! You tried pushing open the door but it wouldn’t budge so you tried the other one but to no avail it didn’t open either. Taehyung then went in to help but that didn’t work. “We’re stuck in here,” he said all too calmly. “Stuck!?” you eyes widened. “As in we’re locked in here?!” You ended up going through the whole school just to get out but everything was locked. Eventually you gave up and sat in a hall hugging your knees. Taehyung looked at you and really couldn’t help but think it was his fault (really wasn’t) and sat by you. “It’s not so bad y/n, I’m here,” he smiles at you and you sigh and return a slanted smile. “Well I hope you’re good company,” you joked. “I guess to pass the time we can study?” you say unsurely. Taehyung smirks suddenly and his eyes lock with yours. “I have a better Idea.”

(you played hide and seek you nasties) 

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

You just wanted to work in peace and quiet get finished early so you could take a nap but no~ jungkook kept throwing wads of paper into your hair and bugged you anyway he could. And here you thought that sitting right in front of him was a blessing. (Still kinda is I mean he notices you) You tried to stop him but he wouldn’t have it and you were slowly becoming more and more irritated. You were a time bomb and any little thing at that moment could make you explode. Jungkook, of course, helped with that when he poked your back making you yelp and scream at him for not leaving you alone. And now your here. Stuck in a class room tired and annoyed. “C'mon I already said I was sorry,” he kneels in front of your desk with his arms resting on it and head sitting over them looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You rolled your eyes and avoided any eye contact with the boy. “Sorry isn’t gonna take me home now is it.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Why must you hate me so,” “I don’t, you just irritate me,” you said bluntly. “So you do like me,” he beamed. You choked on your own air and the blood instantly rushed to your cheeks. Jungkook laughed at your reaction letting himself fall to the ground and just kinda roll there in laughter. You glared at him with your now rosy cheeks and stood up from your seat and made your way to the door. “W-Where you goin’?” He scrambled to pick himself up from the floor and raced to the door to block you from it. “Home I don’t want to be here,” “Aw, I was only joking you seriously can’t be mad, plus you can’t just leave.” “whatever,” you moved him out of the way and reached to turn the knob but it was locked. You groan and tried the other one but you were met with the same fate. A locked door. “Great, Just great!” “Locked?” “What do you think?” He comes near you again leaving you trapped against the door. “Well if that’s the case, I have a way to make you forgive me.”


Hope you liked it😊

and again I’m sorry this took awhile it’s been a busy week and I couldn’t really work on anything.

Much love~💖

Meeting cute!

The bowling alley was crowded. You and your friends had gotten one of the last lanes and were now trying to borrow some shoes. The line was moving terribly slowly.

“Alright, let’s split up. Two of us go to the booth to set everything up. Two go to the bar and order drinks and food and the other three stay here and get the shoes, okay?”, you delegated.

Your friends nodded and split up. You went to the bar with your bestie. Thankfully she was tall, blonde and absolutely stunning, which was why you got the waiter’s attention pretty quickly.

“Hey girls, what can I do for you?”, the guy asked, eyes only on your best friend.

You didn’t mind though, you were used to it. So she ordered, while you looked around, checking out the other people. A family of seven, five children, was trying to order food for everyone, but no one from the wait staff was paying attention to them. The dad looked ready to punch someone, the mother seemed exhausted. With a smile you went over to them.

“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice that you might need some help. May I?”, you asked, gesturing towards one of the waiters behind the bar.

The dad scoffed, but the mother gave you a grateful look.

“Yes please.”, she said, trying to tame her youngest, who was pulling at her pant leg.

You elbowed past two guys, seemingly just hanging out by the bar, and then yelled for the waiter, who was standing two feet away.

“Hey, there’s a family over here who would like to order. If you take their order RIGHT NOW, you’ll get a nice tip from me.”

The waiter’s head whipped around at the word ‘tip’. Meanwhile the entire mob of people around you stared at you. You gave an awkward smile.

There was a guy at the end of the bar, who had been talking to his friend, but now his eyes were on you, looking curious. He scratched his arm absentmindedly as he watched you. He was incredibly handsome and, judging by his expensive looking jumper, from out of town. For a moment you stared back, then you felt someone’s presence next to you. The waiter had walked over with the biggest smile on his face.

“You called.”, he said simply.

You barely kept from rolling your eyes. Instead you waved the mother over so she could order. You didn’t dare look back towards Mr. Handsome.

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Preference "How they react to the condom breaking" (NSFW)

(Ok so i let the girls in just in case some of you might want to read theirs too :3 Ps. I made this short and sweet as I know so many of you are waiting on me :D Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d look at you wide eyed, before starting to laugh at your reaction and would just have to tease you about what could happen as he’d keep going, only to find himself truly enjoying it and telling you that he might just get you pregnant or if you’d really like your mouth or else will do the job.

Daryl-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d only realize it and come to a stop as you’d let him know about it, he’d panic slightly and angrily wonder as to what to he should be doing. He’d nervously look around to check for more and apologize for it, blaming himself for it, only to feel reassured and find some humor in it as you’d comfort him. 

Rick-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d laugh rather loudly, confusing you, only to get closer to your ear and whisper to you what had happened, making you laugh as well and for him to ask you if it’s alright of him to keep going or should he be getting something else.

Merle-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d pretend to not realize it and keep thrusting as hard and roughly as he can, simply making comments about how good it feels, how it seems as if he didn’t have a condom on, only to tease you and tell you that he’ll have to finish elsewhere, like for instance your pretty mouth.

Glenn-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d pull out and panic slightly, already looking over to see if there’s another, confusing you as to what’s happening as he wouldn’t say anything yet not wanting you to freak out, only to make you laugh as he’d finally show you what happened.

The Governor-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d smirk and ask you whether you feel anything different about him as he’d thrust harder, only to end up asking you if you’d prefer him this way or if he should be getting another one.

Abraham-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d seem oddly piss from the look in his eyes, as he’d yell out an insult, instantly back away to show you what happened before starting to laugh along with you.

Eugene-The moment he feels the condom breaking, his eyes would widen in shock, he’d panic and stutter out nervously, trying to explain to you what happened, only to actually confuse you.

Jesus-The moment he feels the condom breaking, his look would seem to freeze and he’d just stop for a moment to look at you, confused as to what had happened, only to ask you if you felt it as well.

Dwight-The moment he feels the condom breaking, he’d stare at you in slight shock, asking you if you noticed anything different or if it’s just him, only to stop the instant you’d make him realize what happened.

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putaambigua  asked:

Hello! So, I love your blog and I've been reading your Top 5's since yesterday (ididnotsleep). Would you make a Top 5 reasons why to/you ship kurootsukki, please? Btw, would you mind explaining what being "extra" means? Pardon my ignorance, please and thanks in advance(◡‿◡✿)❤︎

Hi my dear, thank you for liking the Top 5s this much!!! I’m !!!!!!!!!! (*°▽°*)
The definition of extra is really easy: it’s an over the top, excessive, and overall dramatic behavior :)

We all know that Kurotsuki is not iwaoi, kagehina, or bokuaka, it’s actually a very well fanmade ship, the canon gave us some material but us fans are “trapped” in the mental image we created about their relationship. That being said, as a writer I found them a very interesting couple because:

1. They bring out hidden sides of each other. They’re so different and yet so similar. Kuroo with his outgoing and flirty personality, Tsukishima with his cool and collected self. But, to their much annoyance, when they’re together they’re able to erase each other’s always perfect confidence, to make the other feel things when they really don’t feel things, to make the world shine with brighter and unknown colors. They’re the definition of ride or die. It’s not a sweet and quite way of discovering each other, it’s a endless tug of war, it’s teasing, it’s fighting, it’s yelling, it’s silence, it’s miscommunication, it’s flirting, it’s needing, it’s wanting, it’s loving. It’s everything, to the most exaggerated extent ever. The fact that they’re able to show it, it’s a complete different story. 

Originally posted by iamaxiezze

2. They have a lot to learn from each other. Ok let’s talk canon here. If there’s a person who affected Tsukishima’s blocking style, that person is Kuroo Tetsurou himself. If Bokuto was the one to move his motivation, Kuroo went out of his way to teach everything he could to Tsukki and Tsukki incredibly let himself be guided my him, watched him closely even when they were not practicing together, absorbing every single advice he gave, even when it wasn’t directed to him. On the other side, Tsukishima taught Kuroo that his provocations can truly hurt people, that maybe there are other and smartest ways to make people react, that his provocations can fail and even hurt someone. They can make each other grow, and that’s beautiful.

Originally posted by sarapyon

3. They have an excellent sexual tension. They are hands down the hottest couple to write smut for. They are equally teasing and dominant, but at the same time they easily let the other be in charge. They’re explorative (name a kink and they can make it happen), intense and relentless. Their sex scenes are honestly always A BLAST. 

Originally posted by uver-chin

(will I ever stop using this gif? I guess not)

4. The angst potential. You know those excruciating and heartbreaking fights in which they’re both so right and so wrong at the same time and they watch each other walk way and are just too stubborn to call the other back and the aftermath it’s just hidden tears, silence for weeks and aching pain that makes it impossible to properly function? That. 

Originally posted by fraddit

5. They have the best banter. SALTISHIMA SUPREME AND MASTER OF PROVOCATION KUROO-KUN, mix them together to have the ultimate killer mix. And if they are deadly with each other, pray they never decide to team up against you, they could literally incinerate a person just with words if they wanted to. Power couple aesthetic at its finest. 

Originally posted by otp-tears

^^^ ALWAYS ICONIC TBH

- bonus: AHAHAH KILL ME 

Originally posted by seiyuuslittleforest

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Top 5 Jackie/Hyde moments xD Original, right? lmao

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. Thank you! <3

1. “I think it’s a real waste because I love you!”

[[GROSS SOBBING]]

Listen, I already did a long ass meta about the kiss after he makes it clear he forgives her and believes her. But let me tell you some more about this moment:

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Making it Right (Bucky x Steve x Reader)

A mission gone wrong has left you bedridden in the hospital. Feeling guilty and responsible about what happened to you, Bucky and Steve decide to keep you company.

(A fluffy and light-hearted story)

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A/N: This was written for my sister, who was actually in the hospital for a quick surgery (everything went well!), hence the inspo for the plot haha and since a lot of people enjoy Bucky and Steve as much as she does, I thought I’d share the story here as well!

The gif acts as a bit of a ‘prequel’ to the story. It’s surprisingly hard to find relevant gifs for fanfics sometimes, so you have to get creative with what shows up haha

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“How are you feeling?” Steve asked.

“I’ll live,” you replied.

You lay in a hospital bed, IV connected to your arm, and a little groggy from all the medication. It hurt to move thanks to your fractured ribs, but you sat up slowly anyways.

Steve, who was sitting next to you, stood to help but you shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you said, with a small smile. “I can manage.“

“Are you sure? You look awful,” Bucky commented. He was standing by window. Steve shot him a horrified look, but Bucky kept his eyes trained on you. Despite the lack of tact, you knew he’d meant well.

“Honestly, you guys sound like frantic old ladies,” you said. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“You almost got yourself killed Y/N,” Steve interjected. More softly, he added: “I’m just sorry I couldn’t do a better job of protecting you.”

“Me too,” Bucky said, taking a seat by the sofa. “I shouldn’t have let my guard down. If only I’d been paying more attention, that last rat wouldn’t have slipped under my radar and gotten to you-”

“Bucky,” you said with a frown, “there was nothing you could’ve done. That mercenary jumped down from the ceiling, landed on top of me and knocked me out. There was no way we could’ve prepared ourselves for that. Hell, I don’t even think that guy necessarily intended for me to break his fall. He had a bad aim.” Perhaps the grogginess from the drugs had made you slightly delirious, but you couldn’t help but snigger.

Steve clenched his jaws. “Y/N, this is serious. Had he landed any differently he might’ve killed you.”

“I should’ve shot him before he hit the ground,” Bucky grumbled.

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Kalagang #07

1x08 We Will All Be Judged By The Courage Of Our Hearts

In this episode, we get to see more of Wolfgang’s back story – specifically his relationship with Felix, and with Wolfgang’s abusive father. It’s heartbreaking to see Wolfgang suffered so much in the past, but at the same time we see Kala’s feeling towards him gets deeper as he opens up about his pain.

Kala: I was always afraid as a child. I couldn’t sleep if the light was off or it was too quiet. I don’t like the quiet. I used to fall asleep in my father’s restaurant. I’ve always hated being alone. (1x07)

At the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, Kala told Wolfgang she doesn’t like the quiet or being alone. But here, we see Kala who is at the movies with her family – she is not alone, and it’s obviously not quiet because of the laughter from the audience – being not fine at all. She is crying because of Wolfgang; she is crying for him. It just shows how much Wolfgang has consumed her; how much he means to her.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

In Berlin, Wolfgang is at the hospital after Felix got shot from Steiner. He is in a very quiet place, and he’s all alone now – another cinematographic contrast between two characters. And it’s also great to see that Kala who doesn’t like the quiet and being alone visits the place that is quiet and ‘lonely’. Wolfgang doesn’t even cry because he can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has forgotten how to cry.

Again, with Kalagang you can turn any place into somewhere romantic…and bathroom is definitely becoming their thing.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang tries to suppress the pain and anger all to himself like he used to, thinking that he’s alone. Then Kala shows up. When he senses Kala and looks right at her, he’s really surprised – not just by Kala’s presence, but also by her tears. She is literally crying for him. Wolfgang didn’t ask anyone for anything, and yet she is sharing his pain and sorrow.

So he has all these mixed feelings going on in a split second – sad, angry, surprised, sort of relieved to see her, and then like he’s having another moment of falling in love with her. I mean, wouldn’t you fall for someone if that person shares your pain and even cries for you, when you thought you’re alone in this world? I would.

Wolfgang: [What happened to him?] It was my fault. I wanted to prove something. I wanted to change something that can’t be changed. [What?] The past.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Just look at how hurt he is. It’s so heartbreaking. Wolfgang was about to give himself another chance to believe in miracles – start a new life. He was ready to fly over to India to see Kala. He was so desperate to put the past behind him. Then this happened; the world once again pulled Wolfgang back to where he was. When Wolfgang tells Kala that it’s his fault Felix was attacked, I think he secretly also wanted to tell her – he really wanted to meet her in person, and it hurts because now he can’t.

The way Max delivered this whole scene where he talks about Wolfgang’s childhood was so good. So on point. You can feel the depth of his pain even before we actually hear his story.

Kala: You’ve known him a long time. How did you meet? [Detention]

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

Look! Kala’s hand is on Wolfgang’s back (or is it his arm? whatever)! Last episode Wolfie touched her, and now, she’s touching him. Our Kalagang is getting closer to one another! It’s hard to see from this GIF, but if you go watch full episode (video) you’ll see Kala’s fingers gently stroking Wolfgang’s back. AH FEELS.

Felix: Wolfgang? Nobody’s named Wolfgang. OK…Wolfie. What are you in for? [Fighting] Cool.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

From here, we get to see Wolfgang’s relationship with Felix.

Wolfgang: Where are you? [At the movies. With my family] Makes sense. [Why?] Felix loved the movies. We cut school to watch films all the time.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

The only times when Wolfgang smile like that – not the usual kind of smirk he does to others, but real, genuine, happy one – are when he’s with Felix, Kala, probably his mother, and his cluster. Right now, it’s just Felix and Kala.

Conan: No one will remember if we were good men or bad. All that matters is that two stood against many. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen…then to hell with you!

This film is one of the things that made Wolfgang who he is today. It’s not just a film which he and his best friend enjoyed watching when they’re little, it sort of gave young Wolfgang a kind of guidance for his chaotic life. So it’s like Conan is Wolfgang’s Ganesha, I guess.

Wolfgang: I don’t know why he liked me. In those days, when we moved from East to West Berlin, I was the kid everyone hated.

Original post [x] @wolvesinwinter

Here, we get a glimpse of what would Wolfgang do when he is in serious trouble: he doesn’t ask for help. He tries to take care of the problem all by himself. He protects the ones he cares by not letting them into this mess. And he fights…he fights hard.

No wonder Wolfgang doesn’t ever ask his cluster for help.

Original post [x] @iseeuvillain

This is why Wolfgang thinks of Felix as his brother. Because Felix never leaves him – he is always there for Wolfgang, and he always comes back for him.

Wolfgang: [That was your childhood?] No.That was nothing…compared to my father.

When Kala is shocked by his rough childhood, Wolfgang lets out a sigh mixed with chuckle as if that whole story he’s just told her was nothing. As soon as he is about to talk about his father, Wolfgang’s face stiffens. You can see how much Wolfgang’s already disgusted just by thinking of his father.

Anton: Life is just five things – eating, drinking, shitting, fucking…and fighting for more. I didn’t say anything about crying. Crying is for bitches. Is that what you [Wolfgang] are? A little bitch?

What’s so heartbreaking about this scene is that – not to mention how abusive Anton was – as much as Wolfgang hates his father, ironically, everything about Anton including his ‘motto’ influenced Wolfgang. It was inevitable that his father made Wolfgang who he is.

Because of his father, Wolfgang couldn’t cry – which explains why he doesn’t cry up to this day…as well as why he’s been suppressing his emotions.

Kala: He would do anything for you.

Original post [x] @kalagang

The way Kala is looking at Wolfgang – I thought this might be the first time when Kala saw something good and beautiful hidden inside of him. At that moment, she felt this deep, unbreakable, and pure friendship between Wolfgang and Felix. She felt how much Wolfgang loves and cares about his brother.

Wolfgang: He’s my brother, and not by something as accidental as blood…by something much stronger. [By what?] By choice.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

This line sort of emphasizes that Wolfgang is, again, the guy who does not believe in things like miracles. Because he believes in choice. To Wolfgang, his family was not his choice. To him, miracle is also not a choice; it’s something that just happens. It’s beyond his control.

And this makes Kalagang’s relationship so interesting because…Wolfgang who believes in choices is connected to Kala – the connection that is not based on choices; while Kala who believes in miracles is hesitating over a choice that may change her life. Each of them believes in something that other doesn’t…and now, they’re being challenged by what other believes in. I’m kinda rambling, but see what I mean?

The more I rewatch Kalagang moments, the more I realize how their relationship is so fabulously complicated – they are complete opposites, but they accept each other. At the same time, they challenge each other…and eventually build up this beautiful and intense relationship based on their differences.

Manendra: You are going to call up my son and you are going to tell him that you cannot marry him. [What?] You know in your heart that’s the right thing to do. I could see it in your eyes. That’s why you stopped the wedding to keep yourself from committing this terrible mistake. […] But now, luck has given us another opportunity to correct it. All we require is the will…

OK, to be honest, when Manendra visited the temple and told Kala that she should call off the wedding with Rajan, I screamed with joy. I was like ‘YES! FINALLY! Now she can see Wolfgang without feeling guilty! They can be together!’

and then this happens…oh dear.

Riddles

Summary: Sherlock has a new case and the murderer left some clues at the crime scene, which are notes written in Latin. After a long research, he finally finds you, an English Literature teacher who knows Latin as well. You agree to work with him on the case, but what can happen when you put two brilliant people in a library alone?

Request:

Heyy! Would you please write a Sherlockxreader where the reader is able to speak many different languages and Sherlock didn’t know? Maybe the reader teaches him a bit and he learns really quickly so he says something really cute so they who never admitted their feelings end up with their first kiss? idk, it’s stupid i know. hope you have a nice day💕

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Title: ‘Riddles’

Content: Fluff

Warning: Mild swearing

Word count: 2.067

A/N: I really don’t know what to say about this one. I started with the idea to base it on ‘The National Treasure’ but then I gave up on it and started from the top again. If someone of you knows Latin and spots a mistake just message me and I’ll correct it. Hope you like it.

*gif not mine

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Drumming his fingers on the desk he was sitting at the bottom of the lecture theatre, his eyes danced every time she uttered a word. He mouthed them with the purpose of saving them in his ‘hardware’. Words in Latin seemed not to be Sherlock’s forte but Mycroft’s, yet the detective didn’t want to resort to his annoying brother to learn it.

Sherlock had a case and the murderer left clues, which were good news. Alas, they were in Latin, a language that neither him nor John knew. They tried to contact somebody from the British Library but nobody agreed to help them. Nobody wanted to get involved with dangerous situations and murders. That was why the army doctor had to do some research to find who could help them; actually who could help Sherlock from avoiding Mycroft.

English Literature teacher at the Imperial College of London, yet you fell for Latin first. You had classes from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon and to be honest, it was exhausting. Anyway, you loved it. Books, poems, songs, sonnets, and all that jazz.

The bell rang, that meant the classes were finished for that day. You sighed in relief. “Don’t forget, the analysis of ‘1984’. The final exam date is approaching. Start studying otherwise you’ll be sitting in front of me again, next year,” you reminded as you saw your students rushing. When you saw the last student slam the door you shut your eyes and then turned to your desk to take your belongings.

The detective gradually stood up on his feet and began walking down the steps while observing the huge lecture theatre.

“George Orwell would feel proud of you, Miss Y/S,” he said as he came into the view. You jumped scared letting all the sheets of paper and books fall to the floor. Rapidly, you knelt down to pick them, Sherlock hurried to help you. Your eyes met for a second. He cleared his throat and apologized as returned you the rest of the papers. “I’m sorry, forgive me,” he said. “Sherlock Holmes,” he raised his hand, you looked at it and finally shook hands with him.

“I’m sorry, but you know, I must dash. I have to go home,” you explained, put yourself together and walked over to the door.

“How’s your Latin, Miss Y/S?” he asked and you stopped right two steps before the door. You bit your lip, thinking why someone like him was concerned about your Latin.

With your belongings in your hands, you turned around and looked at the tall man. “Look, I’m seriously not interested in your offer,” you claimed.

He left shoved both hands into his pockets and glanced up to the ceiling. “A brilliant woman like you, shouldn’t reject this opportunity,” he shrugged and a muscle in your jaw twitched. “You’re not here because you want to be a teacher. You’re here because you love this,” you both looked all around you. The gigantic shelves full of books you’ve once read, they were so meaningful for you. You loved it, he was right. “And I suppose that your outfit is not to your liking too. You surely like using jeans rather than beige skirts and a t-shirt instead of a sophisticated blouse,” he added with a slight nod. “Not even mentioning…” he lowered his gaze to your shoes, “your high heels.”

You gave him a small friendly look. “Ok, stop. What do you need from me, Mr. Holmes?”

“You,” he said as he played with his gloves. You quickly turned around, you chocked.

“Me?!” You exclaimed and he nodded.

He shoved his hands into his coat pocket and reached out a sheet of paper with words in Latin. “Do these words sound familiar to you?”

Sherlock handed out it to you and while reading it you narrowed your eyes as if you were trying to decipher the sentences.

“Si stadio currunt et hominem transire secundum ubi es?” you read under your breath. You looked up at the detective. “This is more than a clue, sir. This is like…” you returned it to him and shook your head.

Sherlock frowned. “Like what? What is this?” he asked you politely.

“It’s a riddle,” you affirmed; Sherlock’s eyes lit. “If you are running a race and you pass the person in second, what place are you in?” you translated and tried to find an answer with him but there seemed not to be.

You scanned him. He leaned against one of the desks, folded his hands and his eyes were bumping up and down.

“Second place!” He blurted out. “Second place, that’s it. We’re running out of time,” he stated as he rushed towards the door.

“We?” You asked, a confused look drew on your face.

He nodded. “Yes, I need your help.”

“But I’m just an English Literature teacher!” you explained waving your hands around the air.

He opened the door and glanced at you. “Well, today’s your day. Carpe diem. Come on, there’s no time,” you smiled.

Once in the corridor you followed him not knowing where you were going to. “What are you planning?”

“Library,” he said in a monotonous voice, self-confident.

“You mean the College’s library? You want to work there?”

He turned to you while walking. “Silence helps. You’re a fond reader, you know that.”


You and Sherlock spent hours at the library trying to decipher the other two riddles the murderer left at the crime scene. It was making Sherlock get a bit nervous.

Both of you were sitting on the floor, one in front of the other, surrounded by books and papers but no answers. Sherlock closed the book angrily and heaved a long and deep sigh. You glanced at him placing the book you were reading on your laps.

You hummed for a second trying to find a topic of conversation. “Are you ok?” you asked, and that was all you found. He gradually raised his head and turned his gaze to you. “I know, I know. You thought I was going to be faster but to be fair it’s been ages since…”

“Oh, please. You’ve been reading in Latin today, you’ve been explaining the etymology of the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’ today. I’ve been listening to you, you know,” he said and massaged his temples in frustration.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok,” you jumped and he frowned.

Sherlock took another book and checked the index. “How can this be ok?” He muttered back.

“Mr. Holmes-“

“Sherlock, please,” he corrected you as he kept reading the small pages.

You stopped reading for a second and leaned your head against the wall. “Ehm…right, Sherlock,” you muttered. “What do you when you are not working?” The detective looked at you in suspicion; it was just the hungry curiosity of yours. “Do you watch movies? Go for a walk? Read? Visit your family? Visit your girlfriend?”

Sherlock instantly frowned. “Girlfriend?” he asked surprised. “No, I’m afraid I don’t have a girlfriend. It’s not in my plans either,” he clarified and you nodded slightly. “By the way, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, why? Don’t need one either,” you quoted making him chuckle. “What about your family? I know Mycroft Holmes, is he related to you?”

He choked. “Related? He’s my bloody annoying brother,” he sighed deeply and you chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile. You pointed at one of the pieces of paper. “So, shall I?” He waved a hand in agreement. You took the second riddle and read it out loud, though Sherlock didn’t understand it. “Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it,” you told him.

“Who uses it can neither see nor feel it,” he repeated and ran a hand through his hair. “Neither see nor feel it.”

“Who makes it…who buys it…” you muttered now watching Sherlock pacing along the library hall. “Got it, Sherlock!”

Sherlock turned to you, his hands shaking and his breath unsteady. “What – What is it?”

“A coffin,” you replied with tightly smile. Thrilled, Sherlock took the last piece of paper written in Latin and rushed to the nearest table he could find. “Wait!” You shouted as you stood on your feet. Turning to the shelves you looked for the Latin dictionary and took it. You ran carefully towards him with it in your hands. “This will-“

Your voice trailed off when you clumsily stumbled with a heavy book that you’d let on the floor earlier. Suddenly your chest landed on his and your lips smashed. Trying to recover your balance, you pulled back with your cheeks now turning red.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” you stammered as you shook your head. You couldn’t believe what had happened, something like this had never happened to you. “I’m so, so sorry, Sherlock. I was just-“

He interrupted you, again. “No,” he breathed. “It’s alright,” he said slowly as if he enjoyed it.  You could feel your heart speed-racing, you just wanted to run and hide from him. The sociopath turned to the table, digested the situation and then looked at you. “I need your help,” he implored.

You gasped and began gesturing with your hands. “Are you going to avoid the fact that we’ve just-“

“Yes,” he stated firmly. “Now, are you going to stay standing there like a teacher would or are you going to help me to decipher what does this arse want?”

Without saying a word, you stood next to him observing the last piece in Latin. Your fingers ran through the pages of the dictionary searching for the right words. Translating was not area, but challenges were.

“Ok, jerk. What do you want to mean with this?” You said with burgeoning excitement. Sherlock tried to read it but you chuckled while he did so he gave up on it. He asked you to do it instead. Once you did, you took some time to translate it. “What occurs once in every minute, twice in every moment, yet never in a thousand years?” You spoke and turned your gaze up at him. It was not hard at all to guess it, you both knew the answer.

“The letter ‘M’,” you both muttered simultaneously.

“Oh, God, Sherlock! This is amazing!” You said in excitement knowing that this could lead to the solution of all the problems.

“Moriarty,” he muttered as he turned around and his face went straight.

You glanced at him and frowned. “Sorry, who?”

Wrapped in a sudden intensity of reflection, he didn’t respond. You turned around and leaned against the table. He began pacing back and forth while thinking what could Moriarty do next. “Think, think,” he said to himself.

“Sherlock, what’s up?” You questioned willing to help.

“What would you do if a psychopath, who turns out to be a consulting criminal, would leave this three messages?” He gestured with his hands trying to make you understand that what was happening was not a joke.

“I don’t know, Sherlock,” you hesitated. “I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“Second place,” he said while walking.

“A coffin,” you added, narrowing your eyes and tapping your feet with your heels.

“And obviously,” he sighed, “the ‘M’ of Moriarty.”

Time was passing by and you had no answers. Running out of patience, Sherlock kicked a chair. Gasping for air, you jumped and landed on the table again.

“God!” He kicked another chair with anger and screamed out loud.

“Sherlock!” You yelled, he kept cursing under his breath. “Sherlock!” You shouted once more.

“I’m an idiot!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. “The only thing I’m certain about is that Moriarty is playing games with me,” his frantic voice trailed off and looked at you, “and that I have you,” he said with a soothing voice.

You softly chuckled with your head hanging low. “Do you really think a woman like me; wearing a blouse, a skirt and high heels is smart enough to solve a crime with you?”

Sherlock pulled a face as if he disagreed with you. “Come on; you can do better than that! You’re not a teacher, are you?”

“Hell no,” you replied convinced that you were more than that.

Then I politely ask you to help me,” he said.

You gave him a smirk. “It would be a pleasure, Mr. Holmes,” you shot him a wide grin.

Kidnapped

Klaus x Reader

(NOT MY GIF, though I’m hopelessly in love with it)

Synopsis: You and Hope are kidnapped by Mikael, and, after both of you are safe, Klaus confesses his feelings towards you.

Word count: 1804

Life in Mystic Falls have always been weird; things you could not understand happened all the time, like strange deaths and disappearances. Considering your mum and dad never bothered to explain you something, you just didn’t give much thought about it. Aside that, it was a pleasant town. You had friends, a lovely boyfriend, frequented a great school and had plans on going to a good college, though you hadn’t chosen it yet. Perfect, some might say, but you did not dared to aspire much from life, being a born sceptic, just going with the flow and clutching whatever chance you got.

It was the minute you turned seventeen that your whole life fell apart, everything about you suddenly wasn’t accurate at all. Your parents hid the truth and chose to let you live your life outside the supernatural world as long as you would be able to do it. A witch. Heck, if you actually looked back into your history, you knew all along you were different than the others. Luckily you were surrounded by supernatural beings that helped you embrace this other side of you. Although it was one particular vampire who was there the most for you: Niklaus Mikaelson. And it was exactly because of him you were in the current situation.

“Oh, come on! You won’t gain a thing holding me as a captive.” You yelled, twitching your hands, trying to free them from the ropes. “I don’t mean a dime to Klaus or any of your children.”

“That is not what I heard, girl.” The man’s voice was husky. “That bastard was always drawn to weak things like you.”

Oh, yeah, you had been kidnapped by no one less than Mikael, the Original papa, as Damon would say. He thought, because you and Klaus had a thing, that his stepson would come for you. “Shame on you, daddy”, you thought, kinda laughing on the inside. It was tragic, but you would live through it. Hopefully.

“Looking at you, I do know where Klaus got his temper.”

The Original Vampire Hunter slapped you right in the face, probably leaving a red mark behind.  

“Do not compare me to that boy!”

“Sorry if you got offended. I just can’t help it.” Your voice was sassy.

“I am tired of this. Get Niklaus here right now!”

“Well, I can’t do that tied up, can I?”

Mikael clenched his fists, obviously annoyed by you.

“I advise you to stop angering me.” He said with gritted teeth. “Because I do not care about who gets hurt and I will kill this little thing.”

The blond was mentioning Hope Mikaelson, who had also been kidnapped, because you just had to take her out for walk. You cursed, mentally, this whole situation. Why did you had to get involved with that family anyway? The Salvatore brothers warned you it was trouble. Now you and a small child were in danger. Heck, how you hated being a stubborn little girl.

“Ok, ok. Just hand me my phone, so I can call him.” He narrowed his eyes. “How can I bring him here if I don’t contact him?”

Mikael nodded, still a little suspicious, but getting your phone and approaching you.

Ok, see, he didn’t know you were a witch, which made you one step ahead of him and provided a chance to get the hell out of that place. As he stood very close, you said exactly what he had to do to call Klaus there, as he didn’t agree on letting you out of those ropes, and got ready to perform the spell.

Y/N, where are you? Is Hope with you?Klaus’ voice said, really worried. ”Bloody hell, answer me!”

It was time.

Radiamis, vamisa la visia. Radiamis, vamisa la visia.” You kept enchanting, as the older vampire fell on the floor. “Radiamis, vamisa la visia.”

The effects of the spell wouldn’t take long, so you would have to be fast. You broke free from the ropes, ran to grab Hope and glanced back, seeing Mikael getting up, realising your magic’s effect was wearing off.  

“Think, think, stupid little witch.” You said to yourself.

“If you intend to scape, I suggest you do it right now.” He snarled. “Because I am going to kill you, and I will make sure you suffer until your last breath!”

Hearing those words made you finally come up with something.

“Oh, bloody no! Vis porta!”

You left without looking back, hearing Mikael screaming, angry, and squeezing the one year-old baby against you. After a couple of minutes, you found the building’s exit, finally breathing out and relaxing a bit. That spell would hold him off for a good amount of time, just enough for you to figure out what to do. Oh, and ask Klaus to leave you out of his business.

“You have a hell of a family, huh, Hope?” She stared you, with those blue eyes and you couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Y/N! Are you okay?” 

“Right on time, Klaus.” You said. “Now tell me, are you a big moron or just a bad parent?”

The Hybrid rolled his eyes, making a move to get his daughter from you, but Hope’s little hands grasped your shirt, refusing to leave your embrace. Her dad huffed, shaking his head.

“Care to explain me how this happened?”

“I went out with Hope, since she looked so sad being trapped inside her home. Then out of nowhere, someone knocked me out. I woke up here and, as I understood, Mikael actually thought you would come to rescue me. Luckily he didn’t realised she was your daughter nor that I was a witch. This was exactly what saved us.”

Klaus seemed annoyed by something you said, as he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.

“Don’t be this bitter, love. You know I would have come for you.”

“Sure. Let’s pretend you care about me.”

“I do! You’re must be blind to not notice!”

“Last time a heard those kind of speeches, Hayley showed up pregnant with your child.”

“That doesn’t mean I stopped having feelings for you.”

“For God’s sake, Klaus, stop!”

However, before he could answer, Hope coughed and made both of you look at her, alarmed.

“Is she okay?” The Mikaelson whispered, stroking his daughter’s cheek.

“Yes, even though her dad is a jerk, I wouldn’t let anyone harm this precious thing.”

“Such a great mummy.” He joked.

“Blah, blah, blah.”

His face assumed a more serious posture and you glanced over him, in expectation.

“You are so great with her, I don’t think I would ever thank you enough.”

“It’s not like you have to, Nik, you know I love her and I would do anything for her.”

“Hope needs someone sane around, like you. After Hayley died… Well, you know.”

You didn’t dare to answer, just choosing to stay silent and he did the same. An intense look was exchange between the two of you, just trying to assimilate what the hell was going on there, as if your eyes would give each other the answers.  

“Ahn, how about we just forget this fight, go home and you can tell me how exactly you locked up Mikael?” He expressed, just a little bit uncomfortable.

“Sounds lovely.”

You laughed as he escorted you to his car.

This is what you called a super duper weird afternoon, though being kidnapped by your almost father in law wasn’t the peek. That talk with Klaus… You just couldn’t shake it off your head. He actually didn’t seem like he was playing a game. And, through the time you had spent together, you could tell when that bad wolf was lying. Damn it! How come you would always fall for everything related to him? It was really not fair.

“Darling?”

“Yes?”

“We’re home.”

Hope was sound asleep on your lap.

“Mind to help me? She looks so cute right now it would hurt to wake her up.”

He took the infant from your arms and left you behind, to accommodate her in her room upstairs.

Considering that nobody seemed to be home, you made your way to the kitchen, deciding you needed a big glass of water to chill out. While you sipped the drink, you started to think about your relationship with Klaus. Till this day you haven’t figured out what the hell he saw in you and how he always drawn you to him. It was like bees and honey.

“Y/N, may I have a word with you?” Klaus asked, getting you out of your thoughts.

“Sure, suit yourself.”

He sat before you.

“I’m done with the whole situation.”

“What do you mean?” You replied, confused by what he said.

“I mean I can’t just watch you around and not be able to kiss you, touch you, say that I…”

“Shush!” You place a finger on his lips. “Do not say you love me.”

“But I do.” He grabbed your wrists and made you shudder with his blue eyes looking at you vividly. “You don’t have any idea how concerned I was when I realised you were gone. And even more after hearing you were with Mikael. I can’t afford to lose you.”

“Stop fooling me around, Nik.” Your voice was soft, as you stroke his cheek with a thumb. “Stop doing this to both of us.”

“Just give me another chance, love.” Klaus requested. “I promise I’ll do anything to make up for all the suffering I put you through.”

You bit your lip, thinking.

Things with Klaus were hard and complicated. Sometimes you felt like going away and never coming back, just to save your heart from getting hurt. Though, the thought of being gone, leaving the Mikaelsons, Hope and, of course, him, it hurt so much more you gave up every time that thought popped into your head. Hell, you have to learn how to resist that man.

“Well, mister, you have a lot to do then.”

“This means…”

“Yeah, but don’t blow it. It is the last time.”

His smile was so beautiful that made you twice as happy.

“I won’t.”

“Now give me a kiss.”

You winked and he smirked, placing a hand on your neck and smashing his lips onto yours.

“Great Elijah, now they’re back together.” You heard Rebekah say. “You can expect a lot of gooey moments in this house.”

“Don’t act like you don’t ship us, Bekah!”

“I’m not even going to reply that, Y/N.”

“You better! Just wait until you know what I have been up to this afternoon.”

All of you laughed, starting to discuss about the events. And, especially after Klaus shortened the space between you two and put an arm around your waist, you knew you had made the right choice staying with them.

The Science Fair

Words: 1357
Peter Parker X Reader / Tony Stark X Daughter! Reader
Prompt:
request from @jessie-ohler “ Can I have a tony stark x daughter!reader and Peter Parker x reader? You can have whatever you want in it.”

Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter and best friends with Peter Parker. Things start to get really interesting when Peter asks the reader to be his partner for the Science Fair, when what he really wanted all along was to be her boyfriend! 

(Written with Tom Holland Spiderman in mind but could just as easily be Andrew Garfield or your favorite Spiderman. Not my gif.)


“Hey Stark, wait up!” You’d been rushing through the halls trying to get to your next class on time when your best friend called out to you. Peter Parker had been your best friend since your Freshman year of high school together. He was always dropping things and fumbling around at school but what he lacked in social skills he more than made up for with his genius IQ. “Sorry to keep you,” He apologized. “But I was wondering if you’d be my partner for the Science Fair?”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you wanting to come over and borrow my dad’s state of the art lab again, would it?” You winked at him.

“W-what?” He stammered. “No! I mean maybe a little. But we had so much fun the last time!”

“The last time when we almost burned the place down?” You reminded him.

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Men

Summary: You work at the MI6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader / Mycroft x Lady Smallwood

Warning: None

Word count: 1.548

A/N: Even though it was really hard to write, I think I made justice to the plot. Enjoy

*not my gif


MI6 Headquarters, London

It was Monday, all the staff returned to the daily routine and you did it too. Working for the MI6 was tiring, yet it was the best job you could have ever gotten. You’ve been looking for it for a long time.

You worked as Lady Smallwood’s assistant every time she was visiting the establishment. According to you, Lady Elizabeth ‘Alicia’ Smallwood was a confident, powerful woman, and she was not easily shaken. Smallwood was extremely professional in her job, and that was why you admired her. Elizabeth never gave up. Even when her husband cheated on her and then committed suicide, she was still strong and determinate. She was like a role model to you.

“Lady Smallwood, Mr. Holmes is arriving,” you informed her boss after hanging up a call. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” she smiled to you as she kept walking towards her office.

“Could you make me a favour?” 

“Yes, of course,” you nodded. 

“Tell him to come into the office as soon as he arrives. This is serious,” she stated as she turned towards her office. 

“Of course, Lady Smallwood.”

What was the matter? What was going on? Was the country in danger or it was all about their strange relationship?

Mycroft Holmes, the ‘British government’, was her new interest. It was a very strange relationship. She tried her best to flirt with him, but he seemed not to notice it. Anyway, she kept trying.

But who were you to judge their relationship? After all, your love life was not normal either. That was something that you had to accept a long time ago. However, you were happy and that was all that mattered. Wasn’t it?

You were sitting by your desk doing classified paperwork when the door eventually opened and a tall man in a suit came up. He headed towards you and you quickly rose from your chair to greet him.

“Mr. Holmes, thank you for coming. Lady Smallwood wants to see you as soon as possible,” you gestured with your hands to your boss’ office. 

“Thank you…” he raised and eyebrow trying to remember your name. 

“Y/N Y/S, sir,” you said. 

“Y/N,” he frowned. “Oh, yes, Y/N,” you smiled shyly. “Alright, excuse me,” he said politely and walked towards the office.

The door shut and silence reigned the room again. You sat down on your chair and resumed your work. It was not hard but boring. It’s been a while since Mycroft Holmes entered the office, it was surely an important matter to discuss. Anyway, it was none of your concern. You should be working, not thinking about other’s matters. Therefore you focused again on the big amount of paperwork placed on your desk. But you knew that as long as nobody disturbed you, you would finish quickly.


It had been three hours since you started doing your paperwork. It was almost finished and you were excited. There were just five files left to classify. Everything was going according your plan until a tall man entered the room. You decided to ignore him so you could finish your work but suddenly the man came and leaned against your desk. You turned your gaze up and saw him. A tall man with curly hair, crystal blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, wearing a dinner jacket, a black coat and a blue scarf. It was definitely Sherlock Holmes.

“That’s mine,” he said as he took the last file you had to classify. 

“Sherlock, what are you doing here?” You exclaimed alarmed. 

“Shhh…” he shushed you and frowned “they can hear us.” 

“What are you doing here?!” You whispered angrily. 

“Why do you think I am here?” He asked you with a ‘you know why I’m here’ look on his face. Then, you rose from your chair and faced him. 

“Sherlock, they can fire me,” you whispered angrily. 

“Mmhh…” he tilted his head and pursed his lips as he looked away. “Don’t think so.” 

“There are security cameras all around the building and they will arrest us because of this stupid parade. So, I beg you, leave. I’ll see tomorrow.” 

“The cameras are not working anymore,” you frowned “Someone owed me a favour,” he smiled. You tried not to but couldn’t resist it. 

“Please,” you begged. 

“Didn’t you miss me?” He asked playfully. 

“Stop it!” You exclaimed as you giggled. “Seriously, what are you doing here?” You calmed yourself down and asked him. 

“Take a guess,” Sherlock whispered in your ear. 

“Please,” you said and he came back to his previous position. “I miss you too, but I have to work now,” you sighed. 

“Since when you like working?” You rolled her eyes and grinned. 

“Go back to work, bastard mine,” she said and touched his nose his her finger.

He chuckled and then kissed you on your cheek. You couldn’t resist it, he was so sweet so you had to do it. You put your arms around Sherlock’s neck and kissed him tenderly.

“Better?” You asked him and then bit your inferior lip as you looked him in his eyes. He nodded and then kissed you again.

Suddenly Lady Smallwood and Mycroft left the office. As soon as Mycroft saw his dear brother kissing you, he sighed. Elizabeth, who was closing her office heard someone giggling. She looked over her shoulder and saw the young couple. She glanced at Mycroft, who had now a palm on his face.

“Is that he?” She asked him. 

“The one and only,” he sighed. 

“So…” she said. 

“What?” She turned to her raising an eyebrow.

She tilted with her head to them. Mycroft took a deep breath and then cleared his throat. Instantly, you released Sherlock. They both opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other in the eyes. You were worried but Sherlock…Sherlock was irritated.

“Unwise decision, brother mine.” 

Sherlock closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He sighed and looked at you. 

“Mycroft.” he said calmly and turned around to face his annoying brother.

“Sherlock, could you please behave for once in your life? This…this is…” he gestured with his hands 

“Inacceptable? Inappropriate? Impolite? Rude? Against the rules?” He scoffed.

“Unexpected.” Lady Smallwood finished the sentence and all of them turned to her. “This is unbelievable, I never thought this could happen.” 

“I…I can explain this,” you intervened. 

“No, you can’t,” Sherlock stopped you. 

“Sherlock, this is disappointing,” Mycroft scolded. 

“Disappointing? Really?” He scoffed. “That’s the best you can do?” 

“So what would you call this? Making fun of us? Kissing a stranger?” 

“She’s not a stranger,” he replied sharply. 

“So what is she?” He asked smirking. 

“She’s my girlfriend,” he said as a you began smiling. 

“You? A girlfriend? How…how can be that possible?” Mycroft laughed. 

“Well, I should be asking you the same,” Sherlock glanced at Lady Smallwood.

“Whatever you are thinking, dear little brother, is not true,” Mycroft denied firmly.

“Oh, I see. So you’ve never noticed about when Lady Smallwood flirts with you,” he smirked as Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth were open. “Look at you, brother mine. Funny, isn’t it?” 

“Sherlock Holmes, we were here to talk about the security of the British nation.” 

“Security?” He asked and raised an eyebrow. 

“Actually, it was all about your sister, Mr. Holmes,” Elizabeth added. 

“Euros?” You asked him; you were confused. 

“I bet she doesn’t know anything about Euros. Don’t you…” 

“Y/N,” Sherlock finished his brother’s sentence. “She knows everything about Euros.” 

“It’s a private matter,” Mycroft scolded. 

“Well…it’s not anymore,” he replied to him. 

“This is family,” he whispered sharply. 

“She is family!” He yelled as his brother. Both locked eyes for a moment.

“Sherlock, don’t,” you whispered. 

“You are family as well as John, Mary and Rosie.”

Sherlock looked over his shoulder as he pronounced those meaningful words. You smiled and so did he.

“Mr. Holmes,” Elizabeth interrupted. 

“Yes?” Mycroft and Sherlock turned to her and said simultaneously. Then, they exchanged gazes. 

“I think we had enough,” she said politely. 

“Sorry?” Mycroft asked her. 

“Didn’t you hear her? This is enough. You should stop and walk away,” you stated and glanced at Lady Smallwood, who grinned. 

“But…” Sherlock pouted. 

“Sherlock, please,” You asked him calmly. 

“Fine. I’ll let you keep working,” he said as he headed to the exit. 

“Sherlock, wait!” You shouted as you ran towards him. You got closer and turned his collar up, and grinned. “There you go.” 

“What? Why?” He asked. 

“It makes you more…you,” you looked each other in the eyes. “Tomorrow, I promise. I’ll be there,” she whispered. 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow,” you nodded and give him a quick but sweet kiss. Sherlock chuckled.

“Ok,” he exclaimed. “Goodbye, blood,” he greeted as he walked out of the room.

Elizabeth stared at you proudly. Even though you broke the rules, you knew how to ask a man to do something for you in a confident and gentle way.

Mycroft glanced at you and then turned his gaze at Lady Smallwood. He raised an eyebrow and then nodded. Both ladies could see him exiting the room.

Once the Holmes siblings were gone, both of you looked at each other and chuckled.

“Men,” Lady Smallwood stated as she headed to her office. Then, she looked over her shoulder at you. 

“Men,” you stated as she softly laughed.

Strictly Professional (Part 4)

Summary: After you quit, you take a flight home, and Misha nearly scares you half to death when he shows up in your living room.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: little bit of angst, minor smut, language

A/N: yay! one or two more parts to go, I haven’t decided yet. :-) hope yall are enjoying it so far!

Strictly Professional Masterlist

*Warning: NSFW-ish gif below the cut!*

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You pressed your forehead against the window of the taxi, blankly staring through the glass as you watched the trees pass by. What the hell am I going to do? you thought.

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Much Needed Sleep (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: passing out, swearing.

ANGST

Request:Could you do one where the reader has insomnia and barely sleeps. She lies to the rest of them (the avengers) so they don’t worry. She has about 4 hours sleep a night, sometimes less. When she’s doing a mission, she collapses from exhaustion. Angst. Thanks Hun!


Originally posted by heyitsalebaexx

Insomnia. Fucking. Sucks. You spend most nights exhausted to where you can barely keep your eyes open but when your eyes are closed, nothing. You want to sleep, but you just can’t. It doesn’t help that you’re an Avenger.

You were getting ready for a mission, and Steve noticed the bags under your eyes. “Y/N, ya’ll alright?” He asked. You looked up and looked at him for a second before smiling.

“Fine, why?” You asked.

“You look exhausted… why don’t you stay behind?” He asked. You shook your head.

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queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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“He loves someone else...” Steve Rogers x Reader imagine

Originally posted by assetandmission

I don’t think it’s really good but I’m not really in the mood now, sorry. I just needed to write to relax and this is what came out. Enjoy!

PS: I’m taking requests :)

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Back in 1945 you were all kids, or at least you felt like you were. Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), were always together, walking around Brooklyn, having drinks at the very same bar every Tuesday and Thursday and meeting at the very same cafeteria almost every day. It looked like you were inseparable. Bucky had always been the flirty one, also with you even when you never took him seriously. Steve was the sensible one, the polite one and the good one. And you were the sarcastic one, the girl, their little sister. Sadly, you were also that to Steve.

Bucky was aware of your feelings towards Rogers and he really tried to help, but Steve was such a fool with girls. “A girl could lift her skirt in front of him and he still wouldn’t get it”, Barnes used to say. And it was true. He was too focused on getting into the army to pay attention to anything else. You didn’t want him to. Well, you didn’t want any of them to go to war but it was impossible to stop them. Bucky would be such a good soldier and Steve too, he wasn’t strong or even fast but he was stubborn as fuck.

“Bucks, you have to stop him from going!” You begged Bucky once again. Somehow, they both had got into the same division and they were about to go to the front.

“(Y/N) it’s already done, we can’t back down now. It would be illegal”, he explained to you for the tenth time.

“I know but…” you sighed and looked at Steve who was walking out of his house with his case. “Take care of him, please…”

“I will, don’t worry. He will be fine”, Bucky said before kissing your forehead softly.

“Saying goodbye without me?” Steve said as soon as he was in front of you as well. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. I will be fine, you’ll see”, he said putting the case on the ground to hug you. “It’s my duty, you know that.”

“Who named you Captain America, huh?” You said sarcastic hugging him back.

“He whish”, Bucky laughed taking Steve’s case to put it on the truck that would take them to the train station. “We have to go.”

The three of you looked at each other before hugging once again. It was being so damn hard for you to hold the tears. Not knowing when you would be seeing them again, or if you would see them ever again, was killing you. But you had to be strong as well.

“We love you”, Bucky said and pulled away.

You smiled a little and took a step back to let them get onto the truck. Taking a deep breath you waved goodbye as you saw the truck going away until it turned left and they were out of sight. Just then you let all your tears out. Bucky was like a big brother to you and Steve…he was special, so special to you. You couldn’t lose any of them.

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It had been months since Bucky and Steve left Brooklyn. Every week you got a letter from each one of them. At least at the beginning. It didn’t pass much time until you only got news from Bucky. Luckily, he also talked about Steve so you could know at least that he was ok. And one day you saw it for yourself. Steve was on TV but he didn’t look like Steve. He looked…bigger, taller, stronger…and he was the Captain America. What the fuck was this?

You understood nothing and so you told Bucky in one of your letters. A letter that never got an answer but one day there was a knock on the door.

“Sargent Barnes at your service, ma’am”, you gasped as you saw Bucky standing there, with his cheeky smile, his uniform and his hat on his hand.

“Bucky!” You screamed hugging him. “What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be able to come!”

He laughed hugging you back as tight as he could before walking into your apartment and closing the door. Brooklyn streets were not safe anymore so it was better to be on the inside.

“Being Sargent has it perks and I missed you”, Bucky smiled with a shrug. You smiled even more and hugged him once again before going to the kitchen to make some coffee for both of you.

“Where is Steve?” You asked from the kitchen.

“He is…busy…you know, Captain America and all that stuff…” he said when he walked into the kitchen as well. There was something about his tone that you didn’t like.

“Is everything ok?” You asked handing him a cup of coffee.

“We haven’t talked much lately, he is always doing those shows”, he said looking down at the black liquid. “I don’t even know how it happened, you know? All he told me was that it was a serum.”

“Is he insane? A serum?” You asked frowning. He nodded and looked at you.

“Look, I’m not here just because I miss you, which I do, or to tell you I’ve been promoted to Sargent. I could have told you those on a letter.” He said. You frowned, now a bit scared. “It’s about Steve. The reason why he’s not writing you anymore. I thought I would tell you on a letter but…here I am”

“James, you’re scaring me”, he smiled a little as you called him by his first name, being the only one who referred to him that way.

“He’s not writing you or replying because…he loves someone else, (Y/N). He met her at training and well…” He bite her lip looking at you cautiously.

“Are they…together?” You asked in a whisper, feeling how your heart broke into pieces.

“No. You know how he is but…” he shrugged.

He loved someone else. A completely unknown girl. And he had completely forgot about you, about his best friend, his sister. Because of a new girl. You sat down on a chair taking a deep breath. You knew he didn’t know you liked him but you never thought he would actually forget about you due to other girl.

“Hey…” Bucky said walking towards you. He put down the cup and bended down in front of you, so he could look up at you. “(Y/N) he is an idiot. He has always been an idiot, I’ve told you so a million times. You are amazing and he’s an idiot for not seeing it.” He said taking your hands.

“But…he loves someone else…” You mumbled. That was all that mattered at the moment.

Get a Little Closer

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1111 (haha)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFF.

*Yet another stupid, fluffy, late night writing. Enjoy. xD

(Not my GIF)

Cas rested his head against the back of the couch, letting out a long breath. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out how to work the Netflix on the Blu-Ray player. And he was bored, really bored. The Winchesters were out on a simple job, leaving him at the bunker to entertain himself.

He pressed just about every button on the remote ten times before giving up. Dean had shown him how to use the complex device several times, but it never stuck. Stupid human machinery.

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Let’s Do This...


This is my submission to @atc74 Angelina’s 2K GIF Challenge. Congratulations on the awesome milestone my dear!

Dean x Reader, it’s complicated

Teen & up

Words:~1300

Warnings: Angst

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“Let’s do this.” Dean headed inside. Shotgun loaded with salt at the ready. It was just a simple salt and burn, but after weeks of nothing, Dean was all too happy to take down Casper the not so friendly house ghost.

The ancestral farm of Obadiah Nix had fallen into disrepair as the ghost of ol Obi had scared off or eliminated all of its attempted inhabitants.

Obadiah himself had been murdered by cattle rustlers in order to steal his meager 50 head of cattle.  The ghost had spent the last century ensuring there wouldn’t be a repeat.  In doing so, old man Nix had murdered at least a dozen people himself.

Fortunately for the hunting trio, they quickly discovered that the farmer had been buried under his favorite oak tree at the back of the ranch property.  Armed with shovels and salt rounds they put the good ol boy to rest without so much  as a scratch amongst them.

“Well that had to have been the easiest hunt we’ve had in-”

“Ever.” Sam finished for his brother.

“Hey! Don’t jinx us guys!” Y/N chastised.  “You know that’s going to bite us in the ass later.”

Leaning on the trunk of the impala, they brought their beers together in salute to a job easily done.

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