pockets-hidden

Kaz’s Birthday
  • Kaz Brekker, contrary to popular belief, was born and not summoned
  • This is a fact that is known but nobody really knows
  • As in the exact date
  • Except for Inej, of course
  • Inej Ghafa is an intelligent girl and knows Kaz hates parties and events and stuff like that in general
  • But because she is a kind soul who knows that Kaz deserves some love she secretly tells the Dregs and this begins a little bit of shopping
  • More like a lot of running about wondering what exactly to get this boy because he is like The Hardest Person To Buy Gifts For
  • None of them have ever bought Kaz a gift in the first place, not even Inej, who never really considered it for a long time
  • Jesper is allowed a small sum of money by Wylan and they go around the shops together, discussing choices thoughtfully and thoroughly together
  • In the end they decide Kaz needs to replace the spluttering, barely-held-together poor excuse of a pen he always uses for everything
  • When Inej brings this news to Nina she is absolutely ecstatic, she loves buying gifts and drags Matthias along for exactly six hours and fourteen minutes
  • At the end of their spree they sit having some waffles while Nina decides which of the five items she’ll end up giving
  • With a little bit of Matthias’ input they give him a clever little black leather wallet that is discreet and covered in hidden pockets for lock picks
  • Inej is a very patient shopper, she isn’t babbling and hopping from store to store like the others, but she walks around the harbors, has some crepes, looks through the windows a little
  • After a pleasant day of this she visits a certain Grisha ally of the Dregs with a neat stack of papers detailing a very specific kind of weapon
  • On the big day Kaz wakes up, goes about his day as usual, not thinking much until he returns to his office at the end of the day
  • There is a neat line of gifts on his desk, neatly wrapped in brown paper and all tied with the same beige twine, nothing flashy
  • Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Matthias, and Inej are all standing around the room, looking at him expectantly
  • “Hello” is all he says, and he sits down like nothing is different
  • “Ours is the one in front” Jesper stage-whispers
  • Kaz looks at them, carefully expressionless, but Inej can see the storm going on in his dark eyes and she walks over to perch on the edge of the desk
  • He starts unwrapping them carefully, pulling apart the knots then unfolding the paper, all the while silent and very collected
  • He twirls the pen around briefly, then sets it carefully down beside his usual one
  • The wallet is quickly but thoroughly inspected, and then placed directly aligned with the new pen
  • Inej’s gift is a pair of small, sharp, and dangerous hidden blades that can be hidden up his sleeves or shoes
  • They also join the neat cluster of gifts, and then Kaz stands and walks out
  • Wylan immediately begins fretting that they did something wrong and it was all a mistake but Inej has a feeling he isn’t upset
  • Kaz returns shortly,with a bottle of very expensive brandy in his hand
  • He sets it down carefully then fetches some glasses from his cabinet, he pours everyone a little and then he raises his glass just slightly
  • They all drink, and Inej is smiling at him
  • It takes some time, but they’re quick to notice the wallet accompanying him everywhere, the shiny pen in his pale hands, and the blades that he suddenly is never without
  • It’s more than a thank you, coming from him

Headcanon that the Vagabond is the physical embodiment of the ‘I’ve been disarming you for five minutes now where are you keeping these weapons’ trope. Like if he ever gets arrested or kidnapped it actually makes his captors more and more nervous as they remove weapons from him, cuz if he’s got this many they’re bound to miss something and it just makes for a really uncomfortable situation of them stressfully pulling weapons out of hidden pockets and false compartments while Ryan just stands there smiling silently

Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]



“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?


It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 


[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 

“What?” 

Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

Rental Contract (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Summary: Late, late, late. You were always late - to work, on bills, and more importantly, on your rent. Fortunately, your landlord is kind enough to help you find alternate ways to pay for that pesky rent you were always late on.

Genre: Smut - Alternate Universe

Words: 6K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Oral, fingering, dirty talk, dom!joon, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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Blue Skies

A/N: Happy Birth @snogfairy! I know I missed it last year but look!! I made something! Fantasy and everything <3

Avian!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4506

Rating: T

Part: Oneshot (Angst) (Fluff)

Lucy loved flying.

She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.

He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.

“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.

“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.

Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.

“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.

“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”

“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.

“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.

“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.

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to count the stars

seven times james and lily meet on the train, and one time they don’t

ie, this is me skewing the jily week day 1 prompts a bit because i am the trashiest of trash.

ao3

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It’s a bleak September morning the first time she sets foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily sniffles, glancing over her shoulder, not at her parents whose grins were so wide that she feared it would split their faces, but at her sister, her Tuney, who pouted and frowned and whose eyes had a strange sheen over it. She’s only seen it a few times, when they got into fights that lead to broken dolls or hair tugging.

Petunia Evans was a cold type of sadness. She would pout and sulk and her lip would quiver, but she would never, ever cry.

Lily was the opposite. She was an explosion of feeling, a forest fire too big for her body that left its confines in wet, noisy sobs that had the whole house shaking.

A lone tear made it’s way down her sister’s cheek and she was ready to jump off the train and back to her if it meant stopping the impossible.

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Quick headcanon that Varric has a battered leather satchel that goes with him most everywhere.  It contains, among other more transitory things,

  • a dog-eared notebook
  • loose paper
  • a seal and wax that he avoids using if at all possible
  • a fountain pen and refill kit
  • a backup pencil when the pen is being ornery
  • a broken fountain pen he can’t get rid of because of sentiment
  • several unread notes from the Merchant’s Guild crumpled up in the bottom unopened
  • a little packet of horehound candies for scratchy throats
  • in a hidden inner pocket, several letters, the creases worn thin by re-reading.
Request: Quiet

Request: Could you write one with dean x reader and he gets the reader pregnant but she’s not quite 18 yet?

Word Count: 1,504

I suppose teenage pregnancy is a warning? If it’s going to bother you, maybe steer clear. Much love<3

You were just a week past your tenth birthday when you killed your first vampire. You’ll never forget the moment as long as you live – you weren’t supposed to follow your parents into the woods, nor were you supposed to have a weapon on you. But curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up traipsing through the undergrowth with all the stealth of an elephant.

It popped out on you – before you even had time to scream, you’d been tackled to the ground, and yet you still managed to keep hold of your knife. It was the only thing you knew – like an iron grip on its handle could keep you tethered to the Earth, protected from the razor-like fangs scraping at your throat. Your blood was nothing but adrenaline, and your thoughts were more like impulses – next thing you knew, the vampire was slumped on top of you and your father was dragging you to your feet, yelling but grinning with pride.

It’s not the moment that has imprinted on your memory so much as the fear – since that day, you vowed never to be so afraid again. Not when your parents died, not when you just barely slipped beyond the threshold of life and death, not even when Lucifer himself was stood over you. Nothing has managed to surpass that moment – until now.

“Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Dean’s voice comes from outside the pokey little bathroom, of which you’re perched on the edge of the bath that’s more like an enlarged sink.

“Fine! Just washing my face, give me a minute.” You reply, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice as you force yourself to stand on shaking legs, and shove the tiny white stick into your pocket, well-hidden from the eyes of either bother, however observant.

Dean seems to be appeased by that, much to your relief, and after a moment you hear his footsteps creaking back across the rickety floorboards. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and cling to the sink for balance, as you look at your grey-tinted face in the mirror, red-rimmed eyes laden with dark circles. You known something was up, and this was a last-ditch attempt to avoid calling for an angel.

Pregnant. It hadn’t been planned – that’s for sure. You and Dean… not a mistake. That’s not what it was, what it is. But he’s older, and you’re not even eighteen yet – despite having the maturity of an adult, thanks to the life you had growing up – and you just know that he’s going to completely freak when he finds out. If. When.

For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely fearful of what the future holds.

***

It’s quiet in the motel room, the silence broken only by the breathing of the two brothers, slept in the beds beside you – you’d crept out of Dean’s hold just a few minutes ago, a short enough amount of time that the air is still chilled on your skin, despite the hoodie you’ve huddled yourself into.

This is the easiest, and the most painless – what Dean doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt him. What the rest of the world doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You’ve survived on your own before, and you can do it again, as much as the thought tears your heart in two.

You carefully tuck your jeans into the bag, your hand ghosting over the lump of plastic in the pocket: the one that sealed your fate; that made this decision for you. After a moment of hesitation, you zip the bag up, and pull it onto your shoulder – only for Dean to shift and groan, prising one eye open and looking up at you in the darkness.

“Y/N?” He rasps, frowning – his eyes catch the reflection of the sodium orange glow outside and meet yours. You flinch, unable to hold his gaze.

“Go back to sleep, Dean. Nothing to worry about.” You try to reassure him – if you can get him to go back to sleep before he wakes fully and realises what’s going on, you still stand a chance of getting out of here without any problems.

He obviously thinks about it, then sits up a little more, “Is that your bag?”

“I was just-“

“Y/N, are you leaving?” He hisses, sparing a glance to his brother, who sleeps as soundly as ever, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You hiss, “Sleep, Dean, really.”

“You can’t lie to a liar, Y/N.” He’s up and out of the bed before you can think twice, looking you over – from your hoodie to your shoes, to the absence of everything you own from where it had been discarded around the room, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You try being authoritative, but he isn’t buying it, “I just needed some air.”

“With all your stuff?”

“Yes.” You don’t see any other way out of this, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Alright then, we’ll go together.” He says, reaching out and taking your hand in his. After a few moments, you have to concede and admit defeat, giving a small nod and following him into the cold night air. It raises goosebumps on your skin, but you don’t let it show, remaining by Dean’s side for a few moments.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks softly after a few moments, watching you closely, “You’ve barely spoken to me or Sam in a couple of days, you wouldn’t go out with us last night, and you’re acting like hunting is the last thing in the world you want to do.”

“It is.”

“Is it some kind of… identity crisis? You don’t want to hunt anymore? You’re young, Y/N, you can get out, there’s still time.” Immediately, he begins mentally running through possibilities, ways to keep you safe once you’re gone, “You know we’re with you, whatever you-“

“It’s not that.” You interrupt, rubbing your hands over your face impatiently, “It’s going to be you wanting rid of me soon, anyway. Stop acting like the saint in all of this.”

“You know I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You can tell he’s starting to get frustrated and anxious – you don’t blame him. You just wish you’d been able to get away before he’d managed to question it.

“You don’t need an idea. You just need to let me go.” You inform him, forcing yourself to turn and meet his eyes, “I’m fine, Dean. I will be. You just need to let me leave.”

“Not until I know what’s going on with you.”

“It’s none of your business.” Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is.

“I don’t care.” He reaches out, taking your hand in both of his, “Listen to me, Y/N. These last few months… they’ve been great. You’re great. And I know it’s less than conventional, but what is?”

“Stop talking.”

“Why?! You’re acting like something horrible is about to happen!” He insists, squeezing your hand, “Y/N, please, I’m begging you here. Stop freaking me out – whatever is it, we’ll muddle through together, just like always.”

“I’m pregnant.” No point sugarcoating it – might as well let him push you away and be done with it now. He pauses, frozen by your confession for a few moments.

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.” You deadpan, pulling your hand away from his and folding your arms over your chest, “See? I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, “Y/N… you… you didn’t tell me. This is my business, for crying out loud. I’ve ruined your life.”

“Here you go again! Ever the martyr! It’s nothing to do with you if I say it is.” You snap, “Look, you haven’t ruined anything that wasn’t ruined anyway.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Why? You did.” You step back from him, “Look, Dean, if you have an issue, I’ll go. I’ll stay with Bobby until I can figure out something safe, and then… I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls, stepping closer, “You’re my problem, Y/N. You’re my business. I want you to be my business.” He reaches out, offering his hands to you, “Listen. Really listen. I get that this isn’t… normal. By any standard. And if you want to go, I’m not going to stop you.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you, or Sam.” You confess, the fear returning in a great wave, “I’m scared, Dean. It’s new and scary and big and I don’t want to do it on my own.”

“You don’t have to. You never have to.” He promises, watching as you place your hands in his so be can pull you closer and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “We’ve been in this together. Right from day one, and until you say otherwise, alright? As much as it terrifies me, I love you, and this baby… it’s just another hurdle. A hurdle we can pass, because we’re together.”

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‘Falling’ in Love

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

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Blue Skies (pt 2)

A/N; PSYCHE

y’all thought I’d leave you with that angst?? psssh, no way! Have some fluff to soothe over those broken hearts, and I hope this makes up @snogfairy <3 so do I get to keep hearting lol?

Second ending begins after the break, or ctrl-f ‘I love you’.

Natsu asks Lucy on a picnic and emotions are revealed. Two endings. Avian AU. 

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4864

Rating: T

Part: Oneshot (Angst) (Fluff)

Lucy loved flying.

She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.

He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.

“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.

“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.

Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.

“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.

“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”

“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.

“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.

“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.

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Many friends to be found for the lifesavers

((A study of the biologists on Elsewhere University, a continuation of the posts on statisticians and physicists by Canadianwheatpirates. Also on Ao3 )) 

Being a biology student on Elsewhere University is simply put absolute torture.

It’s in the nature of the Gentry to avoid the science students. Disapproving of everything and everyone that wishes to pin them down, put rules to them or uncover their secrets. It’s an uncomfortable truce, but in general the science students are bothered a lot less than the others. Especially the chemistry students are given a wide berth after the incident with their professor. Most science students are perfectly all right with this. No better guarantee for safety, after all.

The biologists? Not so much.

After all, what’s more of a novelty, a marvel, to a biologist then an entire hill filled with strange new species. Unclassified, unidentified, with unknown behaviour patterns and illogical body plans, not to mention sentience and powers beyond your wildest imagination? Irresistible!

The Fair Folk won’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, of course, but that only makes it more intriguing.

In a way, the other science majors have it easy. The things they study stay in place, mostly. The things they observe don’t tend to stare back. Of course, you could look away, but where’s the fun in that?

I’ll warn you beforehand, it’s not easy studying biology here. Unless, of course, you have a whole heap of self-control and patience stored up. Yes, the Art and English majors get taken most frequently. Yet when it comes to mysterious disappearances and weird unexplainable accidents, biologists take the lead. We’re magnets for trouble, sneaking around the boundaries and putting our noses where they do not belong. Prying and spying and generally being a hassle to the Fair Folk. Suddenly finding your life returning to crushingly normal as They retract their hands and even their eyes from you is said to be the most favourable outcome.

You’ll get to hear the stories anyway, though. After all, biologists are and odd breed of scientists. Jacks-of-all trades, we learn a bit of everything. Some chemistry, physics, math and statistics. They even put us in philosophy class every now and then to everyone’s great displeasure. As if we’re the ones who should be most concerned with morality and ethics on these grounds! Either way, you’ll get to know a lot of people from different studies as well, so even if the gentry decide to turn their back on you, the gossip will reach you nevertheless.

And after all, there’s plenty of cool things to study that aren’t magical at all! From ancient crab species with blue blood, saturated with copper, to jellyfish that keep turning back into their larval state, rendering them essentially immortal. Plants who’s body temperature rises with fifteen degrees when they flower or bacteria that eat plastic, form rock-hard spores or breathe sulfate. Not to mention fungi the size of a football field. No magic required!

Other students say we take after our subjects too much, and I guess they’re right. When it comes to creatures it’s universal among biologists that we like it bizarre! And yeah, we fit the bill. I know from experience many have the tendency to take their ‘work’ home with them. From odd exotic plants to weird, unfamiliar pets. Rooming with a biologist means there’s always chance of finding preserved carcasses in your fridge, or sometimes boxes with seeds that need to be kept cold until April, then they can be planted in the topsoil during the full moon. Be careful when watering the plants, some are from the desert and can easily be drowned. Mind the small tree with the massive, hand shaped leaves in the windowsill! Three seeds are enough to kill a human. The leaves aren’t that bad but you should still wash your skin thoroughly with soap after touching them.

It doesn’t matter if you’re an ecologists, cell biologists or geneticist. We all love nature, living things (and dead things, on occasion) and will try to keep them close. Your dorm will never be silent with the cries and scurrying of unfamiliar animals or rustling leaves as background noise.

Come to our labs if you have a free afternoon, they’re the prettiest this university has to offer! We have plenty of flowers in all colours, a small palm tree on the workbench and a huge aquaria full of colourful fish. Plus a cage with over forty species of beetles, shining like gemstones. Also a big collection of super-rad skeletons! Regular animals, fish, some beasts with too many limbs that look like the art students were in charge of the assembly. Most look unnerving (except the centaur, that one just looks dumb) and others can never quite tell if they’re perhaps Fae in origin or just weird-ass earth creatures (the biologists like it bizarre, after all). If you figure it out, don’t tell them!

And plants, so many plants. Don’t water anything though! Leave it to the professionals. Also if you see any empty pots, for the love of everything don’t throw them away! There’s no telling what’s beneath the dirt. There might be a living plant hibernating down there! Or maybe something else.

Please don’t touch the dead things either! Both for your own safety and for our sake, a few of those have yet to be dissected. Also, some of them might not be as dead as you think.

Oh and, oh what? The plant in the corner, you mean? Don’t worry about that, it’s not actually glowing. It’s just covered in a layer of thin, purple hairs! We suspect it’s to protect it from UV light. Nothing magical about it! We think. We’re still not entirely sure how it keeps making those sad humming noises though, but we’re bound to figure it out soon!

Also keep an eye out for the various pets the biologists are keeping, it’s a very interesting bunch. Much more varied than your typical cats and dogs. I’m still not entirely sure if keeping pets is allowed in the dorms but whatever, no stopping us. The lab rats used in the ‘animal behaviour’ practicum of the ‘development and growth’ course supposedly get disposed of after the experiments are finished, so they are free for the taking. Just bring a bulky jacket with a hidden pocket. Quite some biologists have one, although it’s a chore to smuggle them out.

Some of them are somewhat… odd, even though we didn’t do anything with them except observe their behaviour. Perhaps it’s the exposure to Fae magic? They make good pets, nevertheless.

(There’s another odd advantage to caring for plants and animals. Pets don’t normally do favours, and aren’t bound by promises, but this place has a way of altering things. It’s no certainty but perhaps one of the creatures you take care of may one day repay the favour. There are many friends to be found for the lifesavers. And as a biologist on Elsewhere’s grounds, you need all the friends you can get. Just make sure you treat them well.)

You may find injured creatures on campus occasionally. Just remember to check if any potential pets are sentient, deadly or collared before you take them. And remember, the crows and the lone fat skunk are absolutely off limits. Be wary of the swans, as well. Always be wary of the swans.

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THE FORTY ELEPHANTS

The ‘Forty Elephants’ or 'Forty Thieves’ were a London-based all-female crime syndicate in existence from at least the 19th century until the 1950’s. The gang specialised in shoplifting expensive clothes and jewelry worth thousands of pounds, dressing in coats, skirts and hats with hidden pockets to hide their loot. The women also used false references to work as housemaids and steal from their employers homes, and they blackmailed men after seducing them. 

They tried to live the lives of glamorous movie stars and the 1920s flapper society, giving extravagant parties, spending money in restaurants and wearing designer clothes (they didn’t wear the clothes they stole, but sold them) . The leader or 'queen’ of the gang during part of the 1910’s and 20’s, the haydays of the gang, was Diamond Annie, called this because she punched people with a fist full of diamond rings. By this time most of London knew the gang, their raids were getting more fearless, and they used fast cars to get away. Diamond Annie herself was jailed in 1925 for taking revenge on a male crook, but continued leading the gang from prison until the 30’s. 

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“F.R.I.D.A.Y? I’m still not sure about the guns. Maybe we could use another metal to make them even better. I mean they should be really light, so Groot can hold them.” Tony says when he looks at his blueprints. Something looks still wrong.

“I would suggest the vibranium that’s left, Sir.” F.R.I.D.A.Y answers and Tony looks up at that. He can feel the slight pain in his chest. Vibranium. The Shield. Steve

“Yeah well maybe you are right. Not like Rogers would still want something from me, right?” Tony jokes. Or he tries. It comes out bitter and sad at the same time.

Sometimes he still misses Steve. No Rogers now. Yeah he misses him and the other brats. But they aren’t here anymore, so he should stop with that.

Rogers, Barnes, Barton, Romanoff, Maximoff, Wilson. They are all gone and Tony is sure they never want to see him again. Also that other guy…. the one with the ants.

Bruce wasn’t there when everything had fallen apart. And he still is gone and Tony misses him. God he misses him and Thor. But they didn’t tried to reach him. At all. Maybe they are with Rogers?

“Anthony?”

Tony looks up at that. He isn’t alone. Not by far. Rhodey is still here, even if he has days where he can’t look Tony in the eye. Because he is embarrassed that he still needs help to walk.

But Tony knows Rhodey loves him, so thats alright.

“Anthony?”

And right. The Guardians of the Galaxy are here. Tony is still not sure, why exactly. But they are with him for a few weeks now and Tony is glad for the change.

“Yes?” He asks and looks at Peter, who stands in his doorway. What is he even doing here? F.R.I.D.A.Y greets Peter and the guardian smiles at the ceiling.

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We’ve Known Each Other For So Long

Summary: Adrien surprises Marinette with a picnic for two instead of four.

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“Crap, crap, crap, crap, I’m late, they’re gonna kill me, they’re gonna kill-” Marinette looked around in her attempt to find her other three friends, and was surprised to only see Adrien. “-me…?” Her approach slowed as she drew closer, though she did throw out a greeting so as not to startle her partner.

Said partner turned around with a delighted smiled, and when she sat down on the large picnic blanket, he said, “Hi, I’m Adrien and this is jackass.” He opened his jacket marginally to point at his kwami when he said ‘jackass.’ The yipe he emitted after Plagg 'accidentally’ mistook his finger for cheese went unnoticed by everyone, save Marinette and her own kwami.

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Sara yawned as she made her way through the dark Waverider, running her fingers through her tangled hair. Unsurprisingly, the rest of the crew was still asleep. It was, after all, 5 in the morning, what normal person would be up that early when they could sleep in? The response was simple. Sara would. Not that she had realised it was 5 when she woke up – after months of time travelling, keeping track of the actual time had been getting hard. Her stomach had been the one waking her up, which was why she was walking to the kitchen, looking to satisfy her hunger.

“Gideon, lights at 50%, please,” Sara muttered, stiffening another yawn as she entered the kitchen. 

Her eyes squinting at the sudden brightness, she began rummaging through the cupboards and got a couple of cookie boxes out of it before getting a bottle of milk out of the fridge.  Putting all of her goods onto the table, she made her way to the coffee machine only to find out that the device had already been turned on. Tilting her head, she frowned at it.

 “Gideon-“

“Seeing the early hour, I took the liberty of starting a fresh pot of coffee, Captain Lance,” the A.I intervened, her tone smug. 

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BTS- Finding A Pocket-Sized Human

Anonymous said: All of BTS reaction to finding a Mini Pocket Human that been hidden away from the world now they have to protect the tiny, tiny human together? (AU)

I hope you enjoy this! I’m doing something different, so hopefully, it’s something good.

Taehyung (V) would be the one to find the pocket-sized human. He was roaming a random flower garden, enjoying the fresh air when he noticed a hissing cat. Following its gaze, he noticed you, the mini human, trying to fend off the feline. He saved you, holding you in his hand. You weren’t used to actual people, so when he picked you up, you fainted inside his palm. Worried for you, he decided to go to someone about you.

Taehyung immediately went to Jungkook, showing the maknae the tiny person. Jungkook’seyes would be widened as Taehyung tried to wake you up, his eyes scanning you. He wouldn’t even be able to say anything since he was so confused and shocked. But, as they went to find someone else for help, he kept an eye out for more cats.

Instead of going to someone that would help them, they went to Jimin. At first, Jimin thought they were joking and laughed until Taehyung opened his hands, showing the unconscious you in his palm: his laughs instantly stopped. He gently poked your head, rushing his hand back once he realized that you were indeed there. The maknae line would try to figure out what to do with the creature in Taehyung’s hands.

Finally, they decided to go to someone who would help them; the person they chose was not a smart choice. The maknaes raced to Hoseok (JHope) and asked what to do with you. He would freak out. There was a small human in Taehyung’s hands, who wouldn’t freak out? Hoseok wouldn’t know what to do, examining you to see if you were actually there and also okay. Since he didn’t know what to do, the four would go to their elder. 

Seokjin (Jin) was cooking lunch when the group walked in. To avoid chaos, he tried to usher them out, but their protests of something being important stopped him. When they showed you to him, he would also freak out. After all, who’d think tiny pocket-sized humans exist? He’d probably want to make sure you weren’t diseased, but the others would tell him that you’re fine, but they don’t know what to do. Seokjin wanted to keep you and nurse you back to health, but he didn’t know if they should. So, they all went to the last two people they thought would know what to do.

The five of them found Namjoon (Rap Monster) and Yoongi (Suga) relaxing on the couch. Without even easing them in, Taehyung told the duo that they found a tiny human. This immediately made the two share a look before sighing. Namjoon told them that miniature humans didn’t exist. But Seokjin’s raised eyebrow made him question his facts. The five started to tell them about you, but Yoongi’s patience ran thin. Pausing the show, he told them to leave him and Namjoon alone so they could finish their show. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the members’ jokes. 

However, when Taehyung opened his hands to show your sleeping form, they both shut up, their jaws dropping. Instantly, Namjoon flipped out and Yoongi shouted to throw it out. Namjoon looked you over while Yoongi continued to eye you. Suddenly, you opened your eyes and sat up in Taehyung’s hand, yawning and stretching your arms. Noticing that you were indeed not in your tiny make-shift house and in someone’s palm, you freaked out. Jungkook hid behind Jimin who hid behind Hoseok as Namjoon flailed, Yoongi doging the arms as Taehyung and Seokjin tried to calm the screaming you.

After you calmed down, the group introduced themselves before asking you questions about yourself. As you explained things, they all decided to keep you and make sure you’re safe and healthy. Seokjin would make you your own tiny meals since you couldn’t eat their portions. Yoongi would make songs for you to listen to when you’re alone and they’re practicing. Hoseok would teach you choreography as you sat on the table admiring his moves. Namjoon would read to you and have deep night conversations with you at night. Jimin would help find clothes that would fit you and have fashion shows with you. Taehyung would carry you everywhere to show you the things they see and compliment you whenever you felt down. Jungkook would make sure you were safe from large predators and silently watch over you.

Overall, they would love you unconditionally. They would make sure that you were safe, healthy, and happy. You’re like a little sister to them, literally! If you ever felt down, they’d be there right beside you. If you were ever in danger, they’d drop everything and make sure you’re safe. And you’d help them clean, comfort them, and support them through everything. You would love each other no matter what.

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