one in the oven

Insecurities

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is really insecure and queenie reads her mind and tells newt and it gets all fluffy and stuff? Thanks love!! Tag me if you can?? I love your writing ❤

Word Count: 2,191

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @thosefantasticbeast2

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“It should smell like bread fresh from the oven.”

You brush a chunk of hair back from your cheek as you lean forward and press your nose next to the cork shoved inside the vial. A sharp, bitter odor hisses out.

Your nose burns as you spin. You grab the word desk and try to hold down your breakfast as you gag and cough out the overpowering smell of filthy socks.

“I suppose that’s not it, then.” Newt’s amusement is clear in his voice. “Would you like me to get it?”

You shake your head, still bent in half coughing. “I’ve – I’ve got it.”

Newt eyes your back before turning back to the papers in front of him. “You should try to avoid smelling doxy toe fungus in the future. Might be best for your respiratory system.”

You straighten and gasp in fresh air. “Noted.”

Facing the rack of vials, you take another deep breath. You studied Newt’s notes all day yesterday. You should be able to identify graphorn slime.

Newt scratches away at the papers in front of him, writing down observations on some experiment he’s conducting.

Is it red or yellow? You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to picture the page on graphorns. It definitely isn’t green, but it does bubble. Or wait, is it acromantula venom that bubbles when exposed to any light? What did that page say?

You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes. You must remember something.

Newt brushes the bottom of your arm with his fingertips. “You know this. Remember the rhyme?”

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Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Something Worth While

The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team

(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)

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It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.

“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.

“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.

“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass. 

“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.

“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.

“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.

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// THE!! BEST!! GIFT!! EVER!! IS!!
M E M E S!!!!
kind of nsfw, at least implied.

{ Valentine’s day special }

Zen:

- He’d gotten the whole shebang, like every cheesy gift imaginable. Everything. Who is this man, why is he like this.

- You just slowly slide an envelope over the table– he gets really excited and starts to open it with a huge smile on his face; you have to bite your cheek to contain yourself.

- When he gets it open, it’s literally pouring out valentine’s day cards with memes on them

- ” Wait what is this? Spell lana backwards? … OH”

- He’s laughing while he’s opening them because he didn’t know what he expected but not this?

- “ Looks like someone’s getting cremè bru-laid toni– M C ”

- Keeps them because he thinks they’re funny and just so you. Trust me, he’ll go through with everything that’s written on those cards if you know what i’m dayin wink wonk

Jumin:

- Honestly don’t give it to him out front like hide little sticky notes around the house for him to find

- He’ll be at work two weeks after valentine’s day and he just finds
“ you’ll be making MY kitten purr tonight“ WITH A PICTURE OF ELIZABETH THE 3RD

- Calls you and asks how many of these you made because he finds them at random, he found one in the oven like?? when did you have time for this

- He recognizes V’s ugly writing on a few of them and he’s going to fight that man for helping you with this

Yoosung:

- He was so so scared for valentine’s day– what if you didn’t like his gift? He just went with what Jaehee told him to get and rolled with it.

- He’s stuttering and nervous, you slide him a card. incognito. If you had sunglasses, they would have been worn.

- You got him a video game!! And he’s excited, but confused when there’s no disk?? it’s just cardboard with something written on it

- “ the only thing you’ll be playing with is me tonight. ”

- VISIBLY SWEATING AS HE SPITS OUT HIS DRINK

Jaehee:

- she’d have none of your bullshit honestly

- She saw you making cards and she just cannot believe this she runs whenever you chase her with them in hand

- “ damn girl, you optimus fine ”

- S TO P

- “ let’s get together and have some shrex because i’m not ogre you ”

- N O

- “ id let you in my swamp ”

- SHES ABOUT TO BURN THE HOUSE STOP

Seven:

- oh look at that you both had the same idea

- He makes his hand made memes into paper planes and sends them to you via flight through the living room

- “ let’s bop bop bop ur top off ”

- of course you HAVE to send one back I mean it’s just common courtesy!

- fucking looses it at
“ ravioli ravioli give me the dickioli ”

- this goes on all night until the living room is COVERED in these cards

- poor saeran is surrounded by your sins when he wakes up look what you’ve done you’ve soiled him

V:


- V is the sweetest on valentine’s day okay he gets you roses, gives you massages with nice vanilla candles all around, ( he’s a god with his hands trust me trust me) kisses, chocolates, wine, he’s basically your servant for the day and you over here givin him some memes? smh who are you

- no but seriously, he would think it’s the cutest thing. especially handmade, look at your creativity! what a nerd

- hey he can spice things up too– He’s not stale, he’s a cool kid too MC. But his memes are wholesome with some sexual innuendo but mainly wholesome

- “ You take my breath away ”
WITH A SHITTY DRAWN INHALER AA MY MAN

- Most sexual has to be
“ Ill turn you on! ”
on top of your laptop, he’s so cute and blushy when you find it

Saeran:


- he’s concerned for your wellbeing because you’re laughing so hard at the stack of valentines in his hand

- “ I think you’re eggstaordinary?? I want to see your hard drive— MC what is this EXPLAIN”

- He’s laughing too because he honestly can’t believe this you worked so hard on these

- He loves you so much his heart hurts because of it— you’re so silly and goofy and it makes him so happy? but these are terrible who taught you how to meme? let the master show you how it’s done ~

kagenoha

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“stuck spending the evening with Terrible Relatives. send me cute…”

Jack and terrible flirting. He doesn’t know the effect it has on poor Bits

a/n: this took an unexpected turn, but i hope you like!

Bitty should have known better than to investigate the strangled shouts coming from the kitchen, but he was procrastinating on a paper and had run out of excuses not to start working. It was probably just Ransom and Holster, who’d then beg Bitty to make them bagel bites — “You’re the only one who can make them without burning them. You’re an oven whisperer!” — and then at that point he’d feel obligated to stick around and listen to their antics while the bagel bites cooked. It was foolproof.

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Ovens. OVENS.

Human-Alec asks one time after picking up some human eat-things on their mer planet. Most of the Jurack question why the human needs an “oven”. The human specialist pipes up that’s it’s a thing humans made to control fire. The Jurack begin to freak out because why would we bring something like that on our ship? Jesus. Human-Alec calms them down that it isn’t just a thing for fire. It helps heat up food that they wouldn’t normally eat otherwise and says they can check it out on the next Earth visit.

Later, they get to earth and Human-Alec leads a few of the bravest and the human specialist to her house, asking Human-Alec’s maternal birth human if they can use the oven.
Human-Alec presses a bunch of buttons and they wait for a little bit as the oven “preheats” as Human-Alec puts it. The oven goes ding and a couple of the Jurack freak out a little bit, cause this is a hell planet, I’d that a sign of death? Then. Human-Alec opens the door of the oven and puts their hand a little above it in the opening. Furaadl places their 8th hand-thing where Human-Alec’s is and promptly recoils cause it is hot! Human-Alec then laughs and says “It isn’t even that hot, it would barely defrost a turkey.”
Holy sidyr.

This just makes them slightly more terrified of Human-Alec, but they comply with her wishes and get her an oven for the ship, but make sure to steer clear of the big, clunky, heat controller object.

Sugar Cookie Cheesecake

Ingredients for the crust:

  • Sugar Cookies (Crush up store bought or you can bake your own)
  • 5 tbsp Melted Butter
  • 2 tbsp Sugar

Instructions for the crust:

  • Melt butter and set aside.
  • Crush up cookies into find crumbs for two cups of crumbs.
  • In a bowl - mix together crumbs, butter, and sugar until well blended.
  • Press mixture into the bottom of a 9 inch round pan.
  • Bake for 10-15 minutes until done.
  • Set aside and let cool.

Ingredients for the batter:

  • 2 lbs Cream Cheese
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 tbsp vanilla extract
  • 1 cup sugar
  • ½ cup sprinkles

Instructions for the batter:

  • Place cream cheese in a bowl and beat until creamy.
  • Add eggs, vanilla, and sugar - mix well.
  • Mix in the sprinkles now.
  • Pour the mixture into the prepared crush.
  • Sprinkle some of the sprinkles on top.
  • Place in oven and bake at 350 degrees for one hour until done.
  • The cheesecake with be slightly golden and set, but will jiggle in the middle a bit.
  • Let cool completely and remove from pan or leave in the pan.
  • Enjoy!

Off the back of my first post regarding Space Dad Kolivan have some headcannons/ideas/random stuff!!

Lance narrating: “Funnily enough, the deadliest of us is also the dadliest”

Hunk slips while pulling food out of the oven, Kolivan catches the food in one hand and Hunk in the other.

He likes to throw Pidge. Straight up at dubious heights, across the room, behind the enemy’s lines during a battle as some kind of flanking maneuver. He’ll just pick her up and toss her bc he can

He’ll actively and noticeably censor himself in the paladins’ presence.

Always manages to land a perfectly centered slap on the back of Lance’s head as situationally required

He’s legit the “I’m everywhere” dad

He has a Dad Chair on the castle, even when he’s not there it’s left for him

T H E   T H E R M O S T A T

He’s like a reverse gremlin, little inconsequential fixes that took the back-burner are suddenly being done and no one knows how or who by until Coran catches Kolivan adjusting something and he’s just like “it helps me think”

Kolivan insists on cooking a traditional Galra meal bc Kieth needs to taste his heritage

He’s a fab cook and Galra cooking is bae

Kolivan is very proud of himself and gladly teaches Hunk the recipes

He can drive and park any vehicle perfectly on the first try regardess of whether or not he has prior experience with said vehicle

He even once managed to drift into a flawless parallel park during a high speed escape

Can turn any situation or funny story into a Valuable Life Lesson

“Alright paladins, we’re going to do this clearly dangerous and highly risky thing in a needlessly complex yet still over-simplified way”

Creative in the most unusually creative way.

*explosion* the team comes running in to see Kolivan crouching with his back to the blast, looking badass. Kolivan stands up revealing a previously completely hidden Pidge, not a hair out of place

*is holding a baby, baby screams in delight* A MIGHTY WARRIORS CRY

Highkey protective af

Totally chill with Pidge climbing all over him, he doesn’t even notice the extra weight

One time Hunk found them in the bridge doing some modifications together and took a picture bc it was too cute

Kolivan was standing, leaning on the control panel doing things while Pidge was perched on his shoulders with her laptop on the top of his head, typing

They were both so hyper-focused that neither noticed Hunk quietly squeeing

He can and will fall asleep anywhere

but will wake up and be totally alert in 0.3 sec if he needs to catch someone/something

One time Kieth was standing on the kitchen counter looking for food on the top shelves bc he’s the second shortest person and he stepped back too far but Kolivan just reached out and pushed him back into a standing position without even looking up from his reading

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In which Steve McGarrett is a tactile cuddlebug.  Bonus:

Bonus 2: 

6 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,200

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as burns, character death, and general harrowing-ness

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

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Fire was the most beautiful predator of all. 

The multicoloured inferno inhaling it’s victims so effortlessly, leaving their loved ones behind like the black ash sitting patiently on the rubble. Smoke enveloped the cold sky outside, the orange glimmer spreading rapidly.
“Please…” You begged as Jimin held your arms behind your trembling frame. “Put the fire out! Please, just do it!” You cried, Jin had called the emergency team to come and extinguish the fire, but the weight of the air suggested by the time they arrived it would be too late.

“We can replace your things Y/N, it’s not that big a deal… I’m just glad nobody was inside.” Jimin explained in your ear, still keeping you from running across the field and seeing if he was alive.
“I don’t get it though, why would Hoseok do this now?” You could hear your brothers frown as he desperately tried to piece the puzzle, the burned flesh on your neck screaming for you not to tell him the truth.

“Yah-, what was that?!” Taehyung shouted, pointing towards the bungalow.

What?! What was what?!” You snapped your head to face him, eyes wide with panic as you panted for air. You felt sick; when you saved Jungkook you had no idea that it would be the sealing kiss of his ultimate demise. Watching on in horror, tears ran down your face as the windows to the safe house shattered outwards, huge orange flames engulfing the sky.

“It looked like somebody was inside but… It must’ve been the flames.”

Unable to do anything but watch on, your stomach churned with guilt as the blaze grew impossibly thicker, swallowing up your temporary home. An explosion followed, throwing shards of glass and pieces of furniture flying across the small fields. Jimin turned your body into his, his strong arms wrapping round your quivering frame in a tight brotherly embrace. He smoothed out your hair as you buried your head in his chest, unable to keep yourself from silently sobbing.

Jungkook was dead.

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ways to cleanse your life (or, at least, ways I do)

* take a deep breath, hold, and release in a way you can hear it leaving your body (if you can’t exhale loudly, try exhaling while making a “shh” sound)

* put your phone on the charger and leave it there

* throw laundry (especially towels/sheets) in the wash

* put everything away (shoes, clothes, books, tuck it away– if it doesn’t have a designated spot, give it one, even if temporary)

* take out the trash, then do another sweep with a garbage bag to check for more

* open all the windows (if possible/applicable)

* put on a pot of coffee/tea

* put on gentle instrumental music

* drink a glass of cold water slowly

* wipe down or spritz everything with florida water or rose water

* pull things you don’t wear/use out of your closet or wherever and toss them in a box/bag for donating (think about a happy feeling you’ve had with each item as you add it, that’s a little blessing)

* clean out your purse/backpack and place in it only the items you absolutely want/need in it

* sort the apps on your phone/items on your desktop into neat folders or groupings; delete what you don’t need

* do a backup of what you need & update your operating system/software(s)

* vacuum/sweep (consider using a carpet refresher if you’ve got carpet, I use baking soda with a little essential oil mixed in– sprinkle over your carpet, leave for a few minutes, and then vacuum up)

* go through your wallet– get rid of receipts you don’t need, business cards you don’t need, etc.

* put something fresh, simple, cheap, & yummy in the oven (look up easy one-pan meals online, there are tons, my favs involve roasting carrots and potatoes); even if you don’t feel like eating much you’ll enjoy whatever you do eat & you’ll probably have some leftovers too (which makes me feel abundant, idk about y’all)

* rinse off your feet and put some lotion on them

* wash your hair

* wash your face, even if just with a wipe or some cool water

* brush your teeth/swish some mouthwash/swish some cool water (or if you’ve got a sore throat, swish & gargle some warm salt water)

* write down your favorite poem/prayer on a piece of paper and stick it where you can see it, or write a couple things you’re grateful for

* put spare change in a cup/bowl, do the same with paperclips, bobby pins, hair ties, etc. whatever little things get scattered– find appropriate place(s) for your cup(s)/bowl(s) as you go (ex. I keep my bobby pins and hair ties in a dish on my nightstand, paperclips on my desk, and coins in a jar on an altar)

* make a list of simple, broken down tasks

* spritz a pillow/stuffed animal with something nice smelling & then hug it frequently

* change your clothes/underwear (bonus points if you change into a neutral color like white, black, grey, or a nude that fits your skin)

About this time now a very grumpy and sleepy Isak is being smooched awake by his sunny boyfriend because they are supposed to meet at kollektivet for breakfast. 

“Come on, Baby. We’re gonna be late”  Even says as he stands up, thinking about taking the duvet with him, but then again he’d never do that to the love of his life (read: he knows he wouldn’t survive this). Isak huffs annoyed. 

“Who makes plans on saturday morning anyway? ‘s the day of sleeping in….who cares if we’re late, i need more time.” he sighs into his pillow. A tad over-dramatic if you ask Even, who chuckles down at him, smiling fondly. 

“Babe, if we are late you know that Eskild will make why are you late, you naughty boys jokes for the whole time we’re there, right?” 

And… good point. With a groan Isak rises from the cozy warmness that is their bed and maybe he will complain a good portion of the way but maybe he will also let Even smooch his cheek and maybe he will even hug Eskild back when they get to kollektivet and his Guru is throwing his arms around him. Almost lifting him from the ground with the force of his hug. 

Maybe he missed his Guru to pieces.

Imagine in order to fight off Lucifer's child, Cas has to knock you up so you too  can have a angel/human hybrid child

All hope was gone. A true tragedy. Rumor has it that the Winchesters could kill anything or save the world at the snap of their fingers…but this was something no one expected. Lucifer had a bun in the oven, and no one knew where she was. Now, the Antichrist was on the verge of being born, and the chances of the world not crashing and burning was slim to none.

“Now what?” you sighed as you sat down in a nearby chair, your hands in your hair as stress began to take you over.

“Well,” Sam began, “research could still be helpful…or Crowley, Rowena-”

“Crowley is not going to help us on this, and Rowena isn’t trustworthy!” Dean interrupted.

“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Sam’s arms flew up in the air in frustration before coming down with a harsh slap against his thighs.

“I do,” Castiel spoke up in his monotone voice. All eyes turned in his direction for further explanation. “It took another archangel to battle Lucifer when he was cast out of Heaven…Michael. Michael had the same power as Lucifer, or even more powerful some believe. We need something as powerful as this child…another hybrid.”

“What are you suggesting, Cas?” Dean snapped in confusion.

“I’m saying,” he sighed, “that I could impregnate Y/n, so that when Lucifer’s child is born…so will the Nephilim.”

“What?” the youngest Winchester demanded, his brows knitting together.

“Hell no!” Dean practically yelled at the angel who was growing more and more frustrated by the second, yet no one bothered to ask you about your opinion even though you were the person that had the most control in saying if it was happening or not.

As the tension grew in unison with the volume of their voices, the small string that was holding your mouth shut snapped. “OKAY! ENOUGH!” you yelled as you stood up from your chair. “You two have no say in this! It’s between Castiel and I!”

“Y/n, you seriously aren’t considering this, are you?” Sam asked in a voice that dripped in disbelief.

You only shrugged. “Hey, you guys risk your lives any chance you get just to save one or two people. I think I can do the same for the entire world.”

“Y/n, no-”

“Save it, Dean!” With a sigh, you held your lower stomach and closed your eyes. “I’ll do this for you two. For the world. To kill that monster that is growing this very moment somewhere out there…It’s time I do something useful around here.”

Nursey Week Prompt #5 - Muse/Tomorrow.


“Nurse, if you move again, I will stab you with a paint scraper,” Lardo snaps out, not looking up from her canvas. She scratches her thumbnail over an imperfection in the white expanse in front of her, flicking off the offending fleck.

Nursey sniffs from across the room, muttering to himself.

“What was that?” Lardo says, looking up at him sharply.

“Nothing, Lards! Nothing at all.” He’s quiet for another few seconds. “My nose itches.” Lardo drops her head down to her chest and lets out a long-suffering sigh. She tosses her pencil into the wells at the bottom of her easel and circles her easel.

“Don’t. Move.” She chides him. Carefully, she reaches out and scratches gently along the bridge of Nursey’s nose.

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A Day So Special (Viktuuri Oneshot) [Bakery AU]

Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)

This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon. 

None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.

Enjoy!


Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.

“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.

Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.

“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”

Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.

As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.

Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.

Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:

Specials:

- Napoleon Cake

- Hazelnut Latte Cake

- Gingerbread Cake

With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.

“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.

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Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.

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Authors Note: I am not going to lie, writing has been the biggest struggle so this is short. But here is a little fluff. Xx
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He had slept all day, nestled admirably between the comfort of the warm bed, entirely oblivious to the snow continuing to pile up outside, absent to the world to be quite frank. You don’t mind, though, you considerably like when he’s snuggled up under the oversized bedspread, his curly hair messily falling in whichever position it desires, his whole body tangled up within the sheets—it’s a precious sight to witness every once in a while. 

He had promised to run errands with you today, insisting that after travelling across nine different time zones, that the jet lag wouldn’t concern him too much; Shawn just wanted to spend time with you, even if it meant running errands. Of course, though, you left him in the comfort of the bed, having no desire to wake him up from his slumberous state, there was no need, he needed his sleep more than he needed to spend today with you. After all, he has the next two months to spend with you and family, there’s no rush. 

It’s when the time reaches seven at night that you creep back into the shared bedroom, Shawn still fast asleep, cuddled up to the warmth of the comforter, his arm now nestled under his pillow. 

You smile to yourself, your boyfriend managing to look excessively attractive while lying in bed and doing a simple task; sleeping. 

You considerately rest down beside him on the bed, your hand delicately running your fingers through the softness of his curls, whispering sweet nothings until his drowsy eyes gradually open. He lets out a small moan before licking his dry lips, taking in a deep breath before focusing his eyes undividedly on you.

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