I Am Not Peggy

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Warnings: Nothing much, swearing, violence, angst

Summary: You are Captain America’s girlfriend and you find that you will always be compared to a certain piece of Steve’s past.
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A/N: This was really bad and Steve’s a bit of a dick tbh but I can see where they’re both coming from… this is dedicated to my favourite, the steve to my bucky @sickplanets <3 I am open to do a part two!!!

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it was,,,,,, so fucking good. i just need to rant for a bit about so many aspects of this video because like not only was it genuinely so funny and original and creative, it was just SO WELL MADE. there were so many small details about it that i couldn’t even believe.  they put so much actual effort into it and they’re also both so naturally funny when it comes to this kind of humor. ahhhh there were so many good things to talk about that i hardly know where to begin or like how to even organize my thoughts so just like,,, be ready bc this is about to be the most incoherent ramble 

first of all. dnp work so well together. i mean. we know this, we see it all the time. but there’s a lot of humor in the crafts videos that is just completely improvised within the larger pre-planned structure/concept. and they bounce off each other SO well in this setting (maybe even better than they do in many of their normal collabs, at least from a comedic standpoint.) i think a lot of this has to do w the fact that the satirical cheeriness of the “characters” that they play, that is over-emphasized to the point of being creepy, just lends itself really well to so many amazing one-liners. but also they just have such good chemistry that is so readily apparent in this context,,, it makes me emotional. they consistently set each other up for jokes, if one person improvises a certain action or behavior the other goes along with it or reacts to it immediately and that’s a mark of rly well-practiced entertainers but also two people who know each other really well and i love watching it play out.

i also do have to acknowledge that they are both fundamentally quite talented. all three of the craft videos are examples of really genuinely witty humor and they showcase that side of dnp so well. both of them also have such a good sense of comedic timing and even an intuition for physical comedy and they’re also rly creative with how they edit these videos and the union of all of those elements is what makes these videos so good in my opinion. while i believe dan’s explanation that the first crafts video was filmed quite spontaneously without much of a plan (and that’s why it’s super short and not as funny as the latter two imo), i do think they put a lot of thought and effort into this one which is quite clear through many of the details they worked into the video both during the filming itself and then afterwards in the editing. first of all the overall concept of them being taken by satan as a culmination of the extremely subtle creepy undertones from the first one is just so smart bc no one would expect them to take it that far and the total hyperbolic unlikeliness of it is what makes it so damn funny. i think most ppl were expecting when dan said he’s keeping his stamp a secret that it would just be some sort of satanic symbol like what happened in the glitter faces vid but like,,, no one thought it’d escalate to where it did. it was so unexpected and over the top but somehow still not overdone or so forced as to dilute the comedy. it synthesized humor with genuinely unsettling creepiness and that is such a difficult balance to achieve. 

you can tell they put a lot of thought into it on so many levels. for instance they worked in all these rly subtle allusions to satan himself before the weird ritual scene happens, like dan saying “this one’s long with a big head like him” (ty for describing satans cock to us dan jfc) and phil saying “i’ve selected as many knives as friends i have, which is two.” then even during the ritual scene they work in things like the cow noise since a common satanic symbol is a horned deity (baphomet lol). and in their new channel description they use the case file name 19-1-20-1-14 which decodes to the word “satan” if you use a basic letter-number cipher (in which each number stands for the letter that is that position in the alphabet. ’s’ is the 19th letter, ‘a’ is the first, and so on.) and there are so many other little editing quirks that give this video that unsettling undertone, as well as editing quirks that add to the comedy of it and it’s all just so well done. for example the voice editing on certain words like “sharp” and “go away.” the audio overlays of heavy breathing at various points and random cuts to black screens. the use of creepy music at strategic places throughout. at 4:36 they recorded themselves saying protip backwards just to reverse it and they even spell out the “protip” text backwards, seemingly both as a way to shit on the whole ‘protip’ trope from the last vid and also to make fun of the way that satanists/conspiracy theorists think there are hidden messages in popular songs and shit that u can only hear if u play the audio backwards. ugh i hate them and their many layers of references. phil also references this again during the ritual part, when dan lights the match (he just goes “portip” “portip” as though he’s trying to say it backwards lol.) and then they fuck around w the word protip throughout the video almost like they’re making fun of it. there’s also definitely a subtle pitch manipulation of their voices as the video progresses. by the end they sound like they’ve sucked on a little bit of helium but it happens gradually enough that you’re just a little bit put off and you can’t really place why. then there’s the little comedic touches like the siren sound when “carefully” flashes across the screen. the fact that the legal disclaimer for adult supervision is cut off at the sides. the zoom in on the fleck of green paint that lands on dan when phil’s pouring it into the plate. ugh like damn i just want to make the point that they clearly put work into this and on face value it seems like a shoddy home video w a weird satanic ending but there’s a reason this works so well and feels so creepy and simultaneously laugh out loud funny and it’s bc they’re genuinely talented and we don’t always get to see that creative talent at work in their standard formulas for videos on their regular channels so i’m just so grateful that they made something like this where it seems like they allow themselves to exercise more of that creative energy. it begs a lot of questions about why they don’t do shit like this more,,,  and i think there are a number of reasons they feel safe and happy making what they generally make now but i’m jst so happy that at least in these videos they’ve branched out and done something so creative and good.

on that note. i just need to ramble about phil. i don’t think anyone can dispute that phil really carries these videos and partly that’s because he’s been in the role of the “teacher” in all three videos so he inevitably comes across as more dominant and sets the tone for the humor, but also like,,, he just works so well in this style and comes up with such spontaneous and WITTY little remarks that inevitably become the standout lines from each vid (in this one, for example, “potato is in my top ten favorite fruit,” “sometimes it’s nice to look up at the stars and remember that they’re all already dead,” “if you make a mistake while cutting just think about it for the rest of the day,” etc. and one of my fav from the past, “if you’re left handed ask a friend” (d: why am i left handed) “everybody makes mistakes!”) he also seems to improvise a lot of the physical comedy in the videos (in this one, the way he just stared at the paint as he squeezed it out for way too long, the way he threw around the cutting boards and plates, the way he did the chopping; and in past ones, slamming his hands on the paper and on dan’s hands when mixing the glitters, clacking the scissors super loudly in the first one, etc.) i just love these videos so much bc they’re some of the only ones that we have these days where phil is really doing most of the comedic legwork and dan definitely helps and bounces off of him but mostly lets phil take charge and i live for it. and while there’s obvi no way to tell who rly did the editing for the video (and i’m sure it was a mix of both of them) there’s no denying that the editing style and general creepiness (especially of the ritual sacrifice scene lol) bear a lot of similarities to the feeling/vibe/editing quirks in a lot of phil’s old school videos (i’m thinking like tape 6 and the basket which, if any of you reading these have not watched, please just open a tab right now and do that before you finish reading this lol.) the choppy way the different clips are spliced together in the whole ritual scene (where one second dan is stamping phil, then lighting a match and chanting, then phil’s chanting, then he’s slumped over and then there are two videos overlaid on top of each other when dan is actually stamping phil’s back and then the sudden cut to black) it’s all so reminiscent of those older videos and it does make me feel like phil had a larger creative hand in thinking about how this video should be put together and that just makes me so happy to think about. i’ve always wondered what phil does w his self-professed obsession with horror and his interest in violence and psychological thrillers and whatnot, as well as his former academic/critical study of filmmaking. it makes sense that he doesn’t feel comfortable exploring those interests by making things himself in this genre in a real way and especially not on youtube because his self-described objective through this platform is to provide his audience with light and uplifting entertainment. more pragmatically, he’s trying to make a living from this job and hold somewhat broad-based appeal through the videos he makes and it makes sense that lighter content that doesn’t require too much intellectual rigor would fare better and hold more consistent audience engagement. and more personally, making things on the level of tape 6, even years later w more familiarity with editing and whatnot and perhaps more skill in writing scripts/characters/plots, still would involve a certain degree of personal emotional vulnerability that the current amazingphil format doesn’t demand. in short, venturing into these territories creatively would be a risk on a lot of levels. it would invite more formal critique of his work. it would invite more people trying to read into who he is and his psyche (which are things that i feel like he’s actually terrified of and that’s part of why he’s built such a protective barrier against it). it would be a risk and it makes sense that he doesn’t want to take it, at least not right now. but it’s just lovely to see that he still has the capacity to make things in the vein of those older videos and to make them WITH DAN and mix them with comedy which i need to reiterate is such a hARD THING TO DO!!!! and  idk it just rly makes me so happy to watch and to think about. 

i love phil so much, and none of this is meant to dilute dan’s role since i’m sure he did inform some of the decisions here, but i just think that dan as phil’s biggest fan (since 2007 y’all) would feel many of these same things about phil’s older content and support phil’s desire to engage that darker creative energy/talent he has hiding under all of those layers of syrupy happiness and amiability. i love that this is sort of an update to that vintage dark!phil content bc it’s the same dark undertones, same editing quirks, etc. but now it’s mixed with rly cheeky humor and maybe that’s dan’s influence or maybe it’s still phil, but a phil that has shared his life w someone w this particular irreverent and sarcastic sense of humor for so many years and this video shows the confluence of those two things in such a lovely and original way and just,,,, ugh. this video was so much and i loved it SO much. truly so, so good i was not prepared to feel so many deep-seated Emotions over some god damn satanic propaganda i need help. 

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What Once Was Lost


Captain Swan, Captain Cobra

Summary: Short one shot. Henry and Lucy look for Killian, the one person that will always find Emma Swan. (headcanon for season 7) 

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Thanks to @spartanguard for taking a quick look through. You are the best!


Killian Jones sat on the park bench near the bay of his small town, Fairy Trails, for lunch, just like he did every day since he could remember. He had picked up his lunch from the small diner in town, Ruby’s, and then made the short walk here. He looked out over the water, and let out a breath. He wasn’t entirely sure why the water always seemed to calm him, but it did.

He opened the styrofoam takeout container, and smiled wistfully at the contents, a grilled cheese and onion rings. It wasn’t his favorite meal; he actually preferred the lasagna. But it had been her favorite meal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no reason to get misty eyed right now. It had been…well, a long time since he had lost her, his wife, in the horrible accident. He couldn’t even remember most of it. One moment they were together, and the next it was almost like an explosion and he woke up being told that she and his left hand were gone.

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Single strains of hair kept falling in your face as you desperately tried to make sense of the recipe in front of you. You were currently making dinner for your boyfriend, Kai. He had just recently gotten out of hell and now had the pleasure of tasting things. 

As you sprinkled some paprika onto the steak that was currently sizzling on the stove. As the steak settled and the kitchen began to smell of herbs and heat, you opened the oven. You pulled the potatoes out with caution, careful not to burn yourself. 

You dabbed some sour cream on Kai’s baked potato and threw on some freshly grounded pepper as well as some parmesan cheese. Oh he was gonna love this. 

The timer went off, signaling that your almond smothered green beans were done sitting. After plating the greens and the potato, you added more garlic powder and salt to the steak. You arranged each food perfectly on the plate, and poured some of your mother’s wine into a small, stemless wine glass. 

The door bell rang just as you set everything on the table. Kai waited on the other side, grin in place. “Princess.” Kai purred. 

You hugged him and pulled him in for a heated kiss. “Dinner’s ready.” You smiled softly and tugged him into the dining room. 

Kai’s mouth watered, his stomach growling in anticipation. “Babe, you… you did all this? Holy shit.” Kai sat down immediately. The heretic wasted no time digging in. The olive oil from the green beans oiled up Kai’s chin as he chewed sloppily. He moaned huskily as he continued to chew the food. 

Mouth still full, Kai picked up the steak with his bare hands and bite into it. He struggled to tear apart the sopping meat. “This is so good.” He managed to spill out between full lips. 

It seemed as if Kai just now noticed the red wine sitting in front of him and he grinned at you, taking the alcohol and chugging it all down to wash down the food. A mixture of sour cream and pepper fell on Kai’s shirt as he once again used his hands to pick up the loaded baked potato.

You sat in shock Kai continued to scarf down the meal, even leaning over to grab a roll with his messy fingers. Within minutes he was done, and you stared at him, cheeks flushed in astonishment as Kai licked and slurped his fingers clean. 

Kai seemed to blush as he cleared his throat, tongue still dancing with flavor. “Dessert?” He blushed. 

thank u @geminioriginalsimagines for this cute ass idea, i wish i could write 10x better so y’all could get the feels and shit. oh whale 

“‘I am Sandrilene fa Toren, daughter of Count Mattin fer Toren and his countess, Amiliane fa Landreg. I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of this realm of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. You are Esmelle ei Pragin, daughter of Baron Witten en Pragin and his lady Colledia of House Wheelwright—a merchant house. If I tell you my friend is a lady, then you'—carefully she poured milk into Esmelle’s plate—'you had best start lapping, kitty’” is still probably the most savage thing I’ve ever read, short perhaps of “War, then.”

Being Liked (Single Dad! Xiumin)

Originally posted by xiuminel

Type: Fluff

Request: Single dad minseok exo , you guys are dating and once you meet his kid he tells you he loves you??💕😍😍

Hungpyo smiled up at you as you two sat there reading a book. Hungpyo climbed into your lap as you started telling him the story. His son was a good judge of character and it touched him to see that he already trusted you. For Minseok it was the most amazing thing to witness. Two people he loved, who were meeting for the first time. Getting along with no problems.

“Hungpyo” Minseok calls as his toddler looks up from him “why don’t you go wash your hands and Y/N and I will set dinner on the table” he says as Hungpyo smiled and nodded. He quickly got off of your lap and rushed to the bathroom before you got up heading to Minseok. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he tugged you close. “You and him look perfect together” he hints as he smiles “yeah. You’re raising a really good kid” you compliment as he presses a kiss onto your lips. “What did you make for dinner?” you asked him as pulls you to the stove “spaghetti” he says as he reaches into the cabinet and grabs a child’s plate and two larger ones. 

“I love you” he says as he poured the spaghetti onto plates while you got drinks for everyone. You froze mid pour and turned to him. “What?” you asked “I love you” he repeats as you look at him in the eyes. “Really?” you asked as he nodded “I am madly in love with you” he said as you smiled “I love you too” you say as he chuckles moving over you. He gave you a solid kiss on the lips as Hungpyo comes in “daddy hungry” he says as he pulls on his father’s dress pants. He didn’t care he was ruining the moment “sorry bud” he said as he wiped his mouth and grabbed the plate “who do you want to sit beside?” he asked as him and Hungpyo rushed out to the table. 

“Daddy and Y/N sit together” he said as Minseok smiles “yeah. I get to sit next to the pretty lady?” he asked as you came out and sat drinks down. “Thank you for having me over” you say to the two of them as they smile at you “well I think the two most important people in my life finally meet” Minseok says as he leans over pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Other than that. Is it good buddy?” he asks his son as he saw he was already covered in sauce. “You’re cute” he said as he took a bite from his food as well.

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Six

Originally posted by xehun

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-Okay this is my 3rd time re-posting this part. If it is STILL cut off half-way through, let me know! 


I stood there, with my voice caught in my throat. I didn’t miss the way Sehun’s face scrunched up in thought. His eyes darted from me to Eun Ji, who was still staring at me.

“I don’t think so.” I almost croaked, my smile falling slightly. I’m feigning ignorance, staring at Sehun with questioning eyes.

“No, no. I’ve seen you somewhere before.” Eun Ji pushed looking at Sehun, “How long have you two been together now?”

Sehun was a bit taken back by Eun Ji’s seriousness in her question.

“It’s been 2 months since we met.” I answered for Sehun, “I don’t think we’ve met. What was your name again?”

“Eun Ji.” She stated, glaring at me. This was expected, and I wasn’t surprised. It seems that Eun Ji is still stuck at Sehun’s hip. Her feels haven’t faded and she still wants to keep a tight grip on Sehun. It’s not clear if her personality has improved like Sehun’s has.

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The witch's garden

Starting a witch garden can be intimidating. Many friends tell me, I have a black thumb, I can’t even keep basil alive. Mistake one, basil doesn’t stay alive! There are some saints who can keep a basil plant going forever, but for most people its an annual that grows for a month or two, flowers, seeds, and dies to come up again next year if the conditions are right.

Begin, by managing your expectations. First, is it a plant that is known to be easy to grow from seed like mint, or difficult like lavender? Is it a variety that needs shade or sun, moist soil or dry soil, a heavy feeder (needs fertilized often) or likes waste spaces (don’t fertilize it).

Does it come up right away like, or take weeks? Does it need frost to come up? or will frost kill it? How many seeds can you expect to come up? Does it need thinned? Feeling overwhelmed? Don’t! Pick one or two easy to grow herbs and just learn what those ones like. Then after you have those two down, add a couple more next year.

If you are going to grow a garden from seed, begin the seeds several months before your area’s last frost. And don’t put the baby plants out too early, no matter how nice it is outside. I always think, oh its been sunny for two weeks, and I am just itchy to put my plants out. But wiser friends tell me to wait til Mother’s day. They are right, for my area, you just have to wait past Beltane to put the plants out. Find out from experienced gardeners in your area when its danger of frost is past.

But you can start your plants inside very early. Anytime after Yule is okay for me to start seeds. But I usually don’t get round to it till March. But the earlier the better and the healthier the plants I put out will be. But even now isn’t too late to start some seeds.

So along with picking out your Yule presents, check out your favorite seed catalog, and plan what you will buy. Go in with friends, because you rarely need all the seeds in a pack just for yourself and to save on shipping.

Get some peat moss or some planting soil and put them in whatever small containers you have around. Yogurt cups, toilet paper rolls, anything. You can poke a small hole in the bottom of the container and set it in a bigger container or on a plate and then keep them moist until the plants are standing well on their own. Don’t pour water over the top of very thin baby plants, pour water into the plate or container under your little pots so they can soak the water up.

If a bunch of little plants come up right next to each other, thin them out by carefully pulling some of them apart. You can replant them if you have more pots, or just put them in compost. Do this very carefully as to not damage the plants you are keeping.

When the stems are nice and strong and the plant looks happy and stable, you can carefully pull the dirt out of the pot, including the plant. And put it in a bigger pot or in the ground.

A few good starter from seed plants for new gardeners:

Mint, oregano, thyme, lemon balm, clary sage, mullien, valerian, and mugwort.

A few good ones to buy starts of:

Lavender and rosemary

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  • Create an Anti-Binge Box or Bag.
  • Eat 3 meals a day or 5 smaller meals.
  • Don’t eat more than 2000 calories a day (400 to 650 a meal, depending).
  • Weigh yourself no more than once a day.
  • Exercise at least an hour a day.
  • Drink 2 liters of water a day.
  • Get as much sleep as you possibly can.
  • If you want sweets, you can have ONE DESERT A DAY.
  • Eat at least 2 cups of fruit and 2 cups of vegetables a day.
  • Drink ACV as much as possible.


  • Pictures of thinspo/fatspo
  • Sugar free gum and/or diet pills
  • Notebook
  • Measuring tape
  • Sugar free drink powders
  • Distractions (aka movies, CDs, books, etc)
  • Makeup
  • Nail Polish


  • 4 cups of water
  • 2-3 tbsp of ACV
  • 1 tbsp of honey
  • Mix together and drink throughout the day!


  • Create If/Then to counteract behaviors (ex: If I get stressed, I eat - so I’ll do yoga to lower stress).
  • Eat filling foods (ex: whole grains, prunes, veggies, oatmeal, soup, lean, protein, beans, legumes, potato skins, fresh fruit, and healthy fats like nuts).
  • Keep yourself busy; then you can’t binge!
  • Make binging inconvenient by not having binge foods around you.
  • Focus on food while eating; don’t eat while you’re watching TV or doing something else!
  • Spend time with friends and family.
  • Don’t eat directly from a carton or bag; pour some on a plate or in a bowl.
  • Eat on small, dark colored plates.
  • Differentiate between hunger and cravings.
  • If you’re hungry, drink.
  • Don’t eat when you’re stressed.
  • Don’t skip meals you planned.
  • Don’t eat after a certain time.
  • Eat spicy if you can.
  • Write down everything you eat.
  • Don’t have cheat days.
  • Learn to enjoy food.
Finding Gilbert // Qian Kun


the prompt: could I get an NCT Kun soulmate AU scenario where you have a timer that counts down to the moment you meet?

words: 1231

category: fluff + soulmate!au

author note: where is kun’s debut? why are him and hansol still in the basement? these are questions that need answers @ sm. anyway enjoy this lil scenario about you, kun, and a cat named gilbert.(also let me know if you guys want a pt. 2 bc i rlly like writing for kun)

- destinee

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I Won’t Forget (Newt Scamander x Reader)

“Honey, do you know what day it is?”

“Ah, Tuesday?” Newt replied as he flicked though his novel. He was sitting on the couch reading, while you cooked chocolate chip pancakes.

“No, I mean the date.”

“14th of February?” He cocked his head to the side, similar to that of a confused canine.

“Do you know what that means?” You urged him, hoping he would remember. You flipped the pancake cooking the other side.

“It’s about half way through the month?” His nose scrunched up as he thought. Shaking your head, your hope deflated. Placing the now golden pancake onto a plate you poured more batter into the pan.

With a sigh you told him not to worry. You weren’t surprised he had forgotten that today was Valentine’s day.

“Did I forget something?” Newt had walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind with his head on your shoulder.

“No, it’s nothing,” even you could hear the sadness in your voice. Sliding the last pancake onto a plate, you turned it his arms. A huge smile on your lips, although a fake one.

“Breakfast is ready,” you gave him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing the plates and walking to the dining table.

You both ate breakfast, making small talk about unimportant matters. Then you went your separate ways, each of you going through your mundane routines.

Night fell, and you are headed home after meeting Jacob at his bakery. He needed some help dealing with the customers because it got so busy. So you volunteered to help him out for a few hours…although it ended up being a lot longer.

Tired and spent you wandered through the front door, ready to head straight to bed. Your mouth hung open in shock when you reached the dining room.

Newt had fallen asleep at the table, red rose petals scattered across a white table cloth. Candles were lit around the room, glowing a warm yellow. Dinner had also been made and sat on the plates.

Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. He hadn’t forgotten. You had gotten back so late he had fallen asleep. You had ruined it.

Giving yourself a few moments to pull yourself together, you walked over to Newt and shook his shoulder lightly. His eyes shot open, and his head darted up as he glanced around the room in shock.

His eyes landed on you and a small smile graced his lips, his eyes still hazy with sleep.

“Welcome home, I made dinner.” He glanced at the table and his smile slipped. “I guess it’s gone cold now.”

“I’m so sorry, work just ran late at the bakery. How can I make it up to you?” You wrapped your arms around Newt, his head resting on your stomach.

“It’s okay love, just you being home, safe, is enough for me. Now how about we head to the bedroom, we can clean this up tomorrow.” Giving him a slight nod, you both headed to your bedroom, hands entwined.

Removing your jacket you felt the small package in your pocket.

“Wait Newt, I have something for you!” You spun around to find him removing his shirt. A blush graced your cheeks but you still pulled out the package. Placing it in his hands, he started to unwrap it carefully.

Inside was a small leather journal. Flipping through the pages he saw pictures of you two together, his animals. All memorable moments you two have shared since you started dating.

His smile grew wider with each page he turned.

“I love it,” he whispered as he reached the last page, “But I love you more.”

He reached for your waist, pulling you into him. His lips crashed into yours as he kissed your passionately. He broke away first, resting his forehead against yours.

“I actually got you something too,” he pulled out a tiny box wrapped with a white ribbon. Opening the box you found a small heart pendant necklace. Inside the heart was filled in with a shiny stone.

“It’s Occamy eggshell. Now turn around and let me put it on you.” You complied and he clasped the necklace around your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, you thought I’d forgotten didn’t you,” he winked at you after you turned around.

“I might have.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget anything relating to you.”



Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!!!!

Happy Birthday

Title: Happy Birthday

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Sam and Dean have been away on a hunt for a while and the day they come back home to the bunker is Dean’s birthday, and reader has a surprise for him.

Word count: 1 755

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut

Authors note: I’m back 😃.

You were alone in the bunker; the guys had been away for a week on a hunt. You didn’t want to go, so you stayed home. Dean called you a couple of hours ago to say they were on their way home, and that’s when you began your surprise for him. It was his birthday and you wanted to do something for him.

A couple of weeks ago you accidently overheard Dean and Sam talking. Dean told Sam that he was in love with you and wondered if Sam knew how you felt about him. He didn’t know, because you had never talked to Sam about your feelings for Dean. You loved Dean back, but you didn’t tell him then. You kept quiet because you wanted to surprise him on his birthday. He once told you that he’d never had a special birthday, and that’s what you wanted to give him.

You grabbed all the things you needed and went into Dean’s bedroom. You placed out a lot of candles and walked around to light them all, and it was a lot of them, thirty to be exact.

After all the candles you moved a small table and two chairs into his room. You were preparing a dinner and you wanted to have privacy with him. When you were done setting the table you turned some light music on and left the room to check on the food. You were making pork fillet with potatoes and sauce and pie for desert.

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Dean x Reader

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Swearing, mention of bodily fluids, fluff.

**A stupid little thing I thought up while eating dessert. Enjoy.

(Not my GIF)

Dean had been sick for a good three days and his fever still hadn’t gone down. He hadn’t eaten in 12 hours, triggering the microscopic maternal piece of you to remedy the situation.

You placed the grocery bags on the map room table and picked through the miscellaneous items, hunting for Dean’s special treat. A head of lettuce you got for Sam rolled across the table, stopping right before taking a plunge to the floor.

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- Probably being Bruce’s Spouse, or S/O

- Damian not allowing you to touch him at first.

-So he would crawl over to your room at three in the morning, and just is sleep by your bed on the floor.

- “We have twelve bedrooms, and you choose to sleep on the floor….”

-If you happened to wake up you would scoot over so he could sleep on the other side of the bed without touching you.

- “It’s okay, I won’t move.”

- When he finally warms up to you he won’t stop touching you.

-Him literally hanging onto you as you walk around the house.

- He almost looks like a baby koala, his arms are around your neck, and his legs wrap around your mid section while your arms support the bottom of his legs and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. 

-”Damian hang on a little tighter I don’t want to drop you.”

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It’s been months
since you’ve had an orgasm
without touching yourself
and other things you don’t
talk about

you can’t do it every day
because you can’t love yourself
like you did

Take walks to nowhere.
Sing songs without words.
set the table
but don’t dirty the plates
You pour wine and let it spoil.

It’s been months
since a hug
or a touch from anyone
that wasn’t an accident

It’s been months since
you’ve been inside
anyone, or any place worth visiting

You can’t look in the mirror
You can’t escape
You can’t remember the lyrics
You are unclean
You blast through red lights
and pray for airbags
You find empty eyes in people
You could love, but can’t

Some things are better forgotten
and left buried under the tongue

Some things we do to make it
to tomorrow
are better left alone and not
talked about.


Lean In: Chapter Two

Thank you for all your lovely comments and reblogs/likes. You guys made me so happy! I’ve decided to make this a multi-chapter fic to cover Owen and Amelia’s journey back to one another. Enjoy! 💜


 “Breakfast is almost ready,” Amelia says, her voice quiet, when Owen pads through the kitchen to their half bath. Megan is still asleep and she doesn’t want to wake her. She knows that sleep is essential to her recovery–her physical recovery at least. The Trazodone given to her at the hospital seems to work, blocking out the symptoms of Megan’s PTSD long enough for her to rest. It does leave the woman with a bit of a hangover in the morning, but for now, it’s worth the grogginess. She deals with enough pain during the day; she doesn’t need it at night, too.

Amelia sighs, letting her shoulders slump after Owen disappears behind the bathroom door. She flips the waffle maker and taps her fingers idly on the granite counter, nodding her head slightly with the beat of her nails. She needs to move, to stay busy, because otherwise, she will fall apart.

She doesn’t know what to do or how to act. He’s not doing much better. They have talked, talked for the first time in months, about their marriage, and, yet, the world is not yet righted. There are a million times a day that they fall back into their old habits, their ease with each other evident, only for the moment to be abruptly shattered. Their hands will brush as they prepare dinner, him cooking the food while she’s chopping the vegetables, and, for a second, it feels normal. They are the same people they’ve always been. And then he pulls away, and she feels cold. She gets it, she really does, but it doesn’t make things any easier. And today is no better. To go from the intimacy of pouring her heart out the night before, to his tender embrace and warm lips, to the sterility of mere roommates is a shock to her system. It’s as if someone is playing with the temperature controls to her body: building her up to a comforting warmth of love and affection and then chilling her blood until there’s only pain in her bones.

But she can’t fall apart. That much is certain. Her husband needs her. So does his sister.

So she makes his coffee without a word, pouring him a mug from the pot and adding a little cream and a teaspoon of sugar, just the way he likes it. When he comes back out, walking into the kitchen once more, he’s a little startled by her offering. She hands him his coffee and he wraps his hands around the warm ceramic, breathing in the delicious aroma. He takes a quick sip, smiling gently at her remembrance. She always makes his coffee just right. She has a way of making everything just right, he thinks.

He takes a seat at the island as she turns back to finish the last of the waffles. He watches her quietly, his eyes glued to her back, her form tiny and lost in the oversized shirt she’s wearing. It’s not his, he notices, and it pains his heart to be reminded of their current circumstances. She would hardly ever wear her own clothes to bed, even when they first started dating. They are farther apart than they have ever been, taking steps back to near-strangers. Except they aren’t strangers. And he isn’t sure how to rectify those contradictions.

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Vices and Virtues - Chapter Seven

By the the time I’d put my gear away, dinner had arrived. We sat down at the table and he started uncovering plates and pouring me wine. “No thanks, I’m not a big drinker” I said shaking my head. This wasn’t entirely true, I did like a drink, but I needed to keep my wits about me. He leaned back in his chair eating slowly, watching me intently, alternating between using his fork and then popping things in his mouth with his fingers. Taking his time and almost making a show of licking them clean, it was so sensual, I could feel myself becoming aroused. How the fuck could you get horny just by watching someone eating?!! “So where to first?” He said casually, interrupting my thoughts. I put my napkin down taking another sip. “Germany, is first, a couple of smaller places in between and back to London” I said. “So you’ve decided to stay there?” he asked curiously. “I think so, for a little while anyway, I’ll stay for Christmas then who knows” I said. He nodded silently. “Have you had enough?” he said standing up, too bad if I hadn’t I thought, “yes thank you” I said, he held out a hand and waited for me to take it. I almost held my breath before I placed my hand in his and stood up. Grabbing my glass I let him lead me back into the lounge and onto the big squishy couch. As soon as we had sat down he grabbed my legs, I gasped in surprise as he pulled them so they were resting over his. Then he reached for the remote and said, “what do you want to watch?”, “Umm, I don’t really watch much tv, you can put on whatever you like” I said. He waggled his eyebrows, “not porn” I said rolling my eyes, but with a hint of a smile. He frowned and pretended to pout, then turned it on flipping through the channels. He finally stopped when he got to some mindless Nat Geo. He looked back at me, “is this okay?” he asked, I shrugged. “I told you, I don’t care” I said taking another sip of my wine and leaning my head back against the arm of the couch. We started talking about him, his band, his brother, his acting. He was very open and I found I liked listening to him talk. His voice was low, slow and steady, very sexy. I was feeling warm and slightly tipsy. I sipped my wine and I could feel myself becoming intoxicated, not by the wine, but by him. His hand lightly trailed up and down my legs as he spoke. Every time he would get to the bottom of my pants and his fingers came into contact with my skin, I would feel a little shiver run through me. I saw a shadow of a smile flicker across his face, he must have noticed. I put down my empty glass and attempted to stand up, but his hand clamped down on my legs. “Where are you going?” he asked curiously raising a brow. “It’s kind of late, I should probably leave” I said reluctantly. “It’s only 9.30, you can stay a bit longer, you’re leaving soon and who knows when I’ll see you again” he said with a frown. “I know but I’ve been here awhile” I said, I could hear my half hearted protest. “I know you want to stay, just relax, I’ll order some more wine, maybe some dessert?” He said questioningly. I shook my head, “no, no wine” I said putting up a hand, “dessert on the other hand, I might go for something” I smiled nodding. He grinned and reached over to the side table to grab the phone. I heard him order some kind of vegan dessert and fruit and despite me shaking my head, another bottle of wine. “I told you I’m not drinking anymore” I said as soon as he’d put the phone down. “Just in case” he said with a smile. He grabbed my legs and gently pulled me so I moved down the couch to lie on my back. Before I could protest he had moved in next to me, throwing his leg over my thighs holding me tight against him. His hand came up and he ran his fingertips along my cheek. I opened my mouth to say something, but he put a finger on my lips and shook his head. He took away his finger immediately replacing it with his lips, I closed my eyes with a contended sigh and let myself surrender to his kisses. As his lips trailed a path down my jaw and to my neck, I felt his hand slide from where it had been resting on my stomach, up under my shirt and slowly moved to cup my breast. I heard a low groan escape his throat as he squeezed gently. I could feel his erection hard against my thigh as he moved ever so slightly to push himself against me. Suddenly we heard a loud knock on the door, his head shot up, “who the fuck is that?” he said in a raspy voice, “you ordered dessert remember?” I said in a shaky voice. “Fuck!” He cursed moving awkwardly to get up, “stay there” he said as he stood up. We both looked down at the same time, his erection clearly visible through his jeans, “fuck” he cursed again. He looked around and then grabbed his shirt which was hanging over a nearby chair and tied it around his waist, effectively hiding it. I giggled as he stalked off to answer the door. I was hidden from sight as I heard him talking to the waiter. I sunk back into the couch, thankful to get a bit of breathing space. What was I doing, did I actually want to stay and go to bed with him? Cause I was in no doubt, that if I didn’t leave now, that’s exactly what was going to happen. I heard the trolley being pushed in, the other one then wheeled out. I jumped as the door slammed closed and Jared reappeared in front of me. “You don’t want dessert do you?” he said quickly, I decided to play with him a little. “Actually I am a little peckish” I said quickly getting to my feet. I saw him roll his eyes and tsk frustratedly. I grabbed his hand pulling him over to the trolley, “it was your idea to order it” I said shrugging. I looked at the dishes and after long deliberation, I picked up a strawberry and popped it into my mouth. I looked up at him as he stood there arms crossed frowning at me. “That’s all you’re going to have?” He said raising one eyebrow. “No, I’m going to have more, I’m just deciding” I said innocently looking back at the plate of fruit. I picked up some more, taking slows bites, then popping the rest in my mouth, licking my fingers just like he had done earlier. I could feel his blue eyes on me, watching me as I teased him. “I’m finished” I said turning and smiling sweetly at him. He moved to stand in front of me and slide his arms around me, pulling me roughly against him. One hand came up sliding into my hair, pulling my face towards his, his lips on mine once again. He pulled back murmuring, “Great cause I’m just getting started …..”

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