right there in the middle of the gear


Violet Baudelaire was the eldest Baudelaire child. She was 14 years old, right-handed, had a real knack for inventing and building unusual devices. When Violet Baudelaire tied up her hair like that, it was a sure sign the pulleys, levers and gears of her inventive mind were working at top speed.

Klaus Baudelaire was the middle child and only boy. He was a little older than 12 and wore glasses, which made him look intelligent. He was intelligent.

Sunny Baudelaire was an infant, a word which here means “a person of the age at which one mostly speaks in a series of unintelligible shrieks”, so most people had trouble understanding what she was saying. What Sunny lacked in communication skills, however, she made up for with the size and sharpness of her four teeth.

Neil and Andrew being constantly hyperaware of each other is such a beautiful thing so here’s some headcanons about that:

  • Like obviously these boys spend 90% of their time staring at each other so hard they forget that anything else is happening
  • But the other 10% of the time they spend Not Staring at each other while still managing to keep track of everything the other is doing
  • (Neil will go off to spend time with Matt or Dan or Allison but his mind is still at least 40% occupied by Andrew’s hair in the sunlight)
  • (and for Andrew it’s plausible deniability)
  • (not because he needs to uphold his reputation or anything but because if he doesn’t stare he doesn’t have to face everything that Neil means to him)
  • (who is he kidding)
  • So Andrew will be sitting in a beanbag chair with his glasses on reading a book and when Neil comes in he’ll keep his eyes firmly on the page
  • but then Neil starts rifling through the room, putting on his shoes and jacket for a run, and he keeps digging through drawers and looking under papers and in all the coat pockets trying to find something
  • and Andrew just reaches over without looking up from his book and grabs Neil’s keyring from the countertop and throws it at him
  • Neil goes on his run but it takes him ten more minutes to leave because he keeps stopping to stare at Andrew and smile

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I would really like some of these to be turned into fanfics….

- Lance has feelings/crushes on everyone on the team but nobody even remotely or lowkey returns his feelings so he’s bottled it up inside

- Lance collapses from sleep deprivation in a hallway and nobody finds his more almost an entire day, they think he’s just playing games.

- Hunk knows a little Spanish and sometimes tried to reassure Lance in Spanish but he gets it wrong and accidentally tells Lance he’s useless instead of special

- Lance asks Pidge why she isn’t sleeping anymore and she yells at him about her family and how he doesn’t understand. Lance loses his cool and screams at her that he’s so home sick he’s thought about leaving so many times and never coming back. His tantrum quickly turns to an act of crying. Pidge doesn’t do or say anything because she doesn’t know how.

- Lance dies on a mission and the only people looking for him are Keith and Shiro, everyone else assumes he’s ignoring them.

- Instead of saying quiznack, Lance has returned to saying fuck

- On missions, Shiro stops paying attention to Lance and his ideas. Eventually Lance gives up and basically runs away, not knowing the rest of the team needs to form Voltron.

- Matt is saved and is immediately introduced to the blue lion and they begin to bond. Lance lashes out at Matt, claiming he’s taking away the only friend he had left and the rest of the team gets offended and tells Lance to shut up.

- (trigger warning: self harm) Lance cuts is thighs when he’s upset. Keith’s caught him on multiple occasions and has never said anything.

- Prince Lotor intercepts the team on a mission and begins to beat their asses. He’s infatuated with Lance and wants to be with him— romantically and sexually. The team asks Lance to say no, “Lance don’t do it! We need to form voltron! Think about us!” And that’s what sets Lance off. He strips right then and there of his Voltron gear and leaves with Lotor.

- Prince Lotor kidnapping Lance in the middle of the night to add discourse to the team, only to find out no one is looking for him for 2 days.

- Keith and Pidge continuously playing pranks on Lance, often blaming stuff on him he clearly didn’t do and videotaping it. Lance can’t laugh at it when they tell him it’s a prank, and they ridicule him for crying.

- Hunk forgetting the time in the garrison with Lance and having to re-bond with his buddy but it doesn’t work and now they aren’t even friends

- Allura asking the team to stay silent for an entire day as part of a team building exercise but of course Lance wasn’t there so he goes the whole day thinking everyone’s ignoring him, and when he goes to Allura to talk about it, she yells at him for breaking the rules

- Lance going deaf from and explosion and when he tells his teammates he can’t hear them they lash out.

In My Veins Part Two // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Life is all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever. But, what if one day, you could no longer remember any of them? (Part 2 of 3)

Series: Part One

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Angst, Swearing, and Prepare Tissues For Your Tears. 

Word Count: 12,264 (I put my heart and soul into it, I promise it’s worth it)

Song: Wait by M83

A/N: I forgot to mention in part one, but yes this is based on The Vow! Also this ended up getting too long, so I had to split it into two. Because of that, there will be a part three! I hope you guys enjoy this. It’s filled with more Teen Wolf references and I hope it makes you cry. If that doesn’t than the super sweet and loyal Stiles Stilinski surely will. 

“Okay, but what are we doing in a high school on a Saturday?” (Y/N) asked, more confused than she’s ever been. And that’s saying a lot compared to what she’s gone through the past few weeks.

“Well, we spent more time here than most high school students should.” Stiles shrugged. “Maybe you’ll remember something.”

“You don’t have to remember anything, okay?” Lydia intervened the couple. “Just take a look around and maybe something will be triggered.”

(Y/N) nodded and decided she likes the redhead with the green eyes. She was kind and incredibly helpful, more than Stiles was being. It wasn’t exactly his fault, though, he was just too involved and his emotions were all over the place. You can’t blame him for that.

The young woman looked at the few people that decided to join her today and smiled at them. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Isaac all smiled back before she entered the nearest classroom and began looking around for anything. They followed her and (Y/N) felt more nervous than anything. She wanted to remember so she could be free of all of this pain she was feeling, but most importantly, to be free of all this guilt she had inside of her. She couldn’t stand looking at these people and disappoint them anymore. She wanted to remember them and make the pack happy again.

“Anything?” Scott asked and (Y/N) felt like crying as she roamed around the classroom.

“Nothing.” She confessed, all of the pack internally sighing.

“Let’s go to another room.” Isaac suggested, trying to bring everyone’s hope back. “What about the boys’ locker room? Even though she wasn’t supposed to be, (Y/N) was always in there.”

“Why was I in the locker room so often? What the hell was wrong with me?” (Y/N) laughed as they walked to their new destination.

“Well, being in a pack and fighting against the supernatural gets you certain privileges normal people don’t have.” Scott shrugged and (Y/N) laughed even harder.

“What a blessing.” She joked and Stiles’ heart ached when she used her usual sarcasm. It was all there, everything about the (Y/N) he knew and loved was right there inside her. It was just so impossible to reach.

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My LARP group had a photoshoot last weekend! The story has shifted forward in time several months under our new WM team so it was a perfect time to bring back my old elven character and play a magic user again >:3 Shes a very different personality from my merc so I’m excited to be her for a while.

Updated my old outfit to a fancier and more practical gear, she also has a blind eye and scars but I don’t have my eyepatch yet plus has a birthday dinner right after so couldn’t do the scars since I needed just makeup I could take off fast >_> lol

Love so many of the photos!

The top and bottom photos are by Alexa Lachuta Photography

Middle three by The Plaid Ographer

||Someday|| A Brett Talbot Imagine

{Requested:Can u do an imagine when y/n is really a badass hunter and she with scott pack from the start and then they meet Brett cocky little bastard and y/n dont give a fuck about him make it cuute👍}

(Reader’s P.O.V)
Malia groaned in pain as my arrow pierced her skin, lodging itself in her back. I shot another arrow into her leg before withdrawing another arrow. I looked around and spotted Liam who was running by. I smirked before shooting an arrow at the tree he was running towards. As soon as it hit the tree, sparks flew, messing with Liam’s vision. I quickly withdrew an arrow and aimed at Liam before letting it fly into his leg. I heard footsteps behind me, making me turn around quickly and firing at the person legs. Scott groaned as the arrow lodged itself into his leg. I withdrew two arrow and shot his shoulders while he was distracted. I turned back around to see Theo taking an arrow out of Liam’s leg. I shoot Liam and Theo with many arrows as they start dashing in the other direction. Once they collapsed, I felt Scott and grab my cross bow and throw it into the bushes.
“You sure you want me to train like this?“I asked as I took out my daggers.
"I’m sure."He whispered as he looked behind me.
I swiftly turned around and slashes a deep cut into Malia’s shoulder and kicked her away. She was going to attack me while Scott distracted me.
"Thank god I’m still human."Stiles muttered as I dug one of my daggers into Scott’s back.
Scott snarled at me as I dragged the dagger down his back. Scott elbowed my face, making me stumble backwards. Once I regained my composure, Scott lunged at me. I waited until he was close enough before sticking my feet up, kicking him further away from me. I grabbed a spearI I had in my pocket. The great thing about the one I have was that it shrinks itself as small as it can so it can fit in my pocket. I pressed the button, making it expand into its actual size. I swung the spear at Liam and Theo, throwing them towards a tree. As soon as I spotted Malia running towards me, I swung the spear again, making her fall on her butt as it came in contact with her face. I cursed under my breath as I saw Liam, Theo, and Scott rise to their feet. Malia smirked as she stood back up, making me glare at her. As soon as I saw Theo take one step, I threw the spear at Malia. It lodged itself into her shoulder and the tree she leaned on.
"I’m stuck!"Malia yelled as she tried to remove it from her shoulder.
Theo, Liam, and Scott charged at me, making my eyes widen. I reached for the knives on my belt and threw them and Theo, making him fall backwards. Liam and Scott where the strongest ones, so I was worried for a few seconds. I grabbed the wolfsbane can and took the the ring off, making wolfsbane fly into the air. Scott and Liam started coughing as they tried looking through the fog of wolfsbane, trying to find me. I ran over to the bush and grabbed my crossbow, I aimed at Liam who was the first one to make it out of the fog. As soon as he spotted me, I fired five two arrow at his legs, and four arrows at his chest. Liam’s gasped for air, collapsing on the ground. The fog started to clear as Scott fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air. I appeared right in front of him, shooting two arrow into his chest before kicking his face. I placed my foot on his chest, keeping him from getting up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw another werewolf growling at me. He started charging at me, making me shoot as many arrows as I could.
"Wait, wait (Y/N)!"Lydia yelled as I withdrew my last arrow.
"He’s not in our pack and he dares interrupt our training session?"I asked, letting my last arrow fly.
The tall werewolf stumbled back before collapsing, making me clench my jaw. I grabbed my two daggers out and rushed over to him. As I was about to dig my daggers into his chest, a pair of arms held me back.
”(Y/N), don’t! He’s a friend of ours!“Stiles yelled as he held me back.
I glared down at their so called friend, he groaned before opening his eyes. At first he seemed angry until he looked up at me.
"Tell your friend to not get in my way next time."I muttered before walking away.
I pulled the spear out of Malia’s shoulder, making her yell in agony.
"Remind me not to train with (Y/N) ever again."Malia muttered, grabbing her bleeding shoulder.
Scott groaned before getting up, pulling the arrows out. Theo and Liam and cursed under their breaths as they pulled arrows out of them.
"That was good practice (Y/N) but was the wolfsbane necessary?"Liam asked as he and Theo walked over.
"In a real fight, your enemy won’t go easy on you. They’ll do whatever it takes to kill you as quick and easily as possible."I answered, making Scott nod.
"She’s right."Scott spoke up.
"So who’s going to introduce me to my soon to be girlfriend?"Brett asked, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"You better be talking about someone else, anyone else but me."I spat, making him smirk.
"I’m talking about you sweetie-”
“Don’t call her that!"Stiles yelled, covering his mouth.
I clenched my jaw as I glared at Brett.
"But she’s so cute and tiny-"Brett started to say before I pulled out a knife and throwing it at him.
Stiles screamed, running away and hiding behind Lydia.
Brett’s knees buckled in pain as I lodged a dagger into his thigh.
"Listen here pretty boy, I don’t like cocky little bastards like you so I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of my way."I muttered, staring him dead in his eyes.
I started walking away from them, no longer wanting to be in the woods.
"She’s new…I like her."I heard Brett say as I hopped onto my dirt bike.
I clenched my jaw, trying to stop a smile from creeping onto my face. I started my dirt bike before speeding through the trees all the way to my house.
(Brett’s P.O.V)
Yesterday I had met a very feisty yet adorable girl named (Y/N). She was a hunter that had been in Scott’s pack from the start. I smiled as the school bus stopped, meaning we were in Beacon Hills Highschool where Scott and his pack attended. I spotted the pack outside our bus, walking outside their school. Liam frowned as he saw me, he and I still weren’t the best of friends. (Y/N) seemed to notice him tense up, she looked to where he was looking and spotted me. She glared at me before pulling Liam to her side.
"Kick his ass on the field for me."She muttered, making him smile.
I smirked at her, she can pretend to hate me all she wants but at the end of the day, she’ll be mine. I stepped down from the bus and was met by the pack who all seemed welcoming except for Liam, Theo, and (Y/N). Then again Theo never really seemed welcoming of anyone.
"I am, my facial expression is just always menacing.” Theo shrugged, making me jump.
“Did I say that out loud?"I asked.
Scott nodded before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I smiled and shook his hand and watched as (Y/N) and Liam folded their arms.
"Look at Dunbar and his girlfriend!"Someone from behind the pack yelled.
Liam and (Y/N) groaned before rolling their eyes.
"That’s creepy how they copy each other…"A girl said, making them roll their eyes again.
"Stop doing that."Stiles muttered.
"We’re not doing anything!"Liam stated.
Scott smiled before wrapping his arm around Liam and (Y/N) as the pack followed Scott.
"I didn’t know they were dating."I mumbled.
"They deny if all the time but we always see them together, they’re like inseparable."Someone from the other lacrosse team answered.
I sighed before walking into their school’s locker room. I really hoped (Y/N) would be mine.
As soon as I finished changing, I opened the door to find Liam and (Y/N) walking side by side down the hall. (Y/N) was wearing an extremely short white skirt and a white crop top.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N), how many times have I told you about our school dress code!“A teacher yelled as they opened their door.
(Y/N) balled her hands into fists as she turned around.
"About the same amount of men who have left you-”(Y/N) started to say but was stopped as Liam covered her mouth.
(Y/N) kept talking but everything she said was muffled my Liam’s hand. Once Liam removed his hand from her mouth, he grabbed his jacket from his back and put it on her.
“Happy now?”(Y/N) asked, turning to the teacher.
The teacher glared at her before slamming the door. (Y/N) and Liam continued walking down the hall, making me jealous. Her hips swayed side to side, making my mouth water. I’m not giving up on her. The rest of the team walked out to the field and met with Beacon Hills Highschool’s team. I kept scoring goals, hoping (Y/N) would be impressed. After a while that Kira was disqualified from the game, Scott raced off in the middle of the game. Coach Finstock yelled for him but Scott kept running.
“Does anyone know how play lacrosse?’‘Finstock asked the crowd.
Everyone exchanged looks before I noticed (Y/N) stand up.
"I do coach!”(Y/N) spoke up.
“(Y/L/N), are you sure? I don’t want you complaining about a broken nail-”
“Coach, just let her play."Stiles said.
Finstock sighed before throwing her a spare jersey and burgundy shorts. (Y/N) put the jersey over her crop top and removed the crop top after having the jersey on her. She put the shorts on and then removed her skirt, I only managed to see her bare stomach. She gave Malia and Lydia her clothes and grabbed Scott’s lacrosse stick and helmet. Even if lacrosse gear, she looked stunning. She walked to the middle right across from me as the referee put the lacrosse ball in the middle of the circle. (Y/N) looked up at me and glared at me. She looked down at ball and before I knew it, the referee blew the whistle. Once I realized he had, (Y/N) had already picked the ball up with her stick and dashed through my team. She kept running until four of my team mates charged at her, she immediately jumped, doing a front flip before landing near the goal. She threw the lacrosse ball in the goal, making the crowd cheer. I watched at Finstock screamed at (Y/N).
"I never doubted you for a second (Y/L/N)!"Finstock yelled, making her scoff.
Liam and Stiles ran to her and hugged her. She smiled as they peppered her with kisses. As they pulled apart, she ran back to the middle of the field.
"I didn’t know you were good at Lacrosse (Y/N)."I whispered.
"I didn’t know you even played Lacrosse Brett."She replied, making me smile.
For the first time, she smiled back at me. I was caught off guard again, making her grab the ball first. She ran past me and dodged a few of my team mates before passing the ball to Liam. Liam scored and made the crowd cheer again. (Y/N) ran to Liam and highfived him. Minuets later, Beacon Hills High had caught up to us, thanks to (Y/N). As much as I liked this girl, I couldn’t let her win this for her school. So when the referee blew the whistle, I tackled (Y/N) once she had picked the ball up. I fell on top of her and heard something crack. Everyone gasped and stood up to get a better look at us. I quickly got off of her and saw her shutting her eyes tight as she rolled to her side. Stiles quickly ran to her side and so did the rest of her team.
”(Y/N) I am so-“I started to say before something hit the back of my legs, making me fall to the ground.
I groaned as I held my legs, looking up to see Liam who was fuming. He dropped the lacrosse stick as Malia and Theo ran to the field. Right before he could lunge at me, Malia and Theo held him back.
”(Y/N) how many fingers am I holding up?“Finstock asked as (Y/N) sat up.
"Three crusty fingers coach.”(Y/N) answered, making the whole team laugh.
“You-"Finstock muttered before stopping himself from strangling her.
"I’m fine, let’s continue with the game.”(Y/N) spoke up.
Stiles helped her up to her feet and walked towards me.
“You’ve got a lot of guts Talbot."She mumbled as we both walked to the middle of the field.
"I think I might like that about you."She whispered before the referee blew the whistle.
I stood there shocked at her words and once I snapped out of my trance, I turn to see (Y/N) score. The crowd stood up as they screamed, cheering because their school had finally defeated us.
Stiles and Liam ran to (Y/N) and picked her up. Stiles helped Liam put her on his shoulders as the team chanted her name as they crowded around her.
"What happened?"Scott asked, appearing by my side as he and Kira watched the team carry (Y/N) into their school.
”(Y/N) filled in while you left and won the game for you guys.“I answered, making him smile.
"Awesome."He whispered before rolling after the team.
I sighed and started walking to the school bus, as soon as I was about to step in I heard someone call my name.
"You’ve got balls to tackle me."She said as stormed over to me.
I shut my eyes as she lifted her hand up to slap me, but it never happened. Instead I felt her warm month breathe on my ear.
"You earned a little bit of my respect."She mumbled, her lips pressing against my ear.
"But no one gets away unharmed when hurting me."She whispered before kneeing my in my stomach.
I groaned as I held my stomach, making her smirk.
"And I thought you were starting to like me."I muttered, making her laugh.
"I don’t care about anyone but the pack, I don’t give a fuck about you Brett Talbot."She spat, making my heart drop.
"Not yet at least."She whispered before walking away.
I stared at her as her hips swayed side to side, lust filling inside of me. She might not like me now, but she will one day. She knew I liked her and she was using that against me, oh boy was she smart.
"Someday."I whispered, smiling at her.
I hoped I to the bus, ready to go back to my house. Someday she’d start caring, someday she’d be mine.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day/night!

50 Ways To Stay [NYT]

↠ yuta x f!reader; 16k; yuta has found his soulmate and will do anything to be with her forever
non-famous au, potential triggers (pregnancy, death), angst but mostly fluff

“Even if I knew all of this was going to happen, I would still do this all over again. My life would have been nothing without you.”

“Even with all the heartache I’m going to cause you?”

“I’d take a lifetime worth of pain just to spend a day with you. An hour. Anything.”

Originally posted by chocosicheng

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I’m trying to figure out why I like Davepetasprite so much.

Part of it is the juiced-up wish fulfillment of it all, which feels like a very deliberate gesture - DPS look like someone’s OC because they are a perfected being, the Very Thing You Want, as filtered through the native symbol language of MSPA.  Forget that Hope nonsense: this is what an angel looks like in comic sans.

It’s also the end of Dave’s arc, in the way that Jasprosesprite is the end of Rose’s.  The Strider/Lalonde problem is anhedonia.   A situation in which Dave is able to delight in himself - surely that’s the major problem of his character solved, right?  And it couldn’t happen to the “real” Dave, because that kind of solution doesn’t happen to real people.  You don’t wake up one day and decide that you love yourself.  Magic is required.

So the squared sprites are projections of what Dave and Rose wanted to be, really.  Ultraconfident sexually aggressive tentacle cat princess and empathetic androgynous never-alone mindmeld hyperfurry?  Are you kidding me?  Sign my terrified middle-school self up.  If this were really a video game and these kids genuinely gained all the levels, these are what the results would be: the highest selves of 13-year-old trauma victims.  Not god tiers, but gods. And, as gods, they are peripheral - they have to be, right?  The mortals are over there weeping and hugging and smothering themselves with pillows, but the trade-off is they get to have the real relationships and learn the real lessons and live the real lives. Original Dave and Original Rose get to live without pain.

There are always these gears turning in Homestuck under all the bullshit, and that’s what I’m here for.  The Bad Man has this insane propensity for getting me to feel genuine feelings about the impossible and the impossibly stupid.

Right now, Maggie Sawyer is splitting an entire box of donuts with the Superfriends,

even Alex, because apparently coming out means you suddenly *do* eat sugar in the middle of the day.

J'onn pretends to look stern when Maggie and Kara splatter jelly all over Vasquez’s desk.

But Papa Bear can’t help but laugh when Alex spills powdered sugar all over her DEO-issue polo and chases James around – in full Guardian gear, glazed donut sticking out of his mouth, camera in his hand – trying to see the pictures he took.

(She winds up loving them, and Maggie keeps one in her wallet.)

I don’t make the rules.


Summary: You moved to Derry when you were 12 years old, and, to your luck, the monster that haunted the town was nowhere to be seen. However, he had been able to get a glimpse of you–proceeding in taking the chance to sneak into your dreams for the next five years. Until he opens his eyes, yours would stay closed too. And only to crimson dreams. 

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, lovelies! I hope you enjoy this chapter because I seriously– a turning point, people. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated. :)

Words: 4.8 K +

Warning: Slight violence

The floorboards creaked like there was a ghost whispering through the cracks. The sound of a piano coming from upstairs breaking you from your thoughts of the solemn atmosphere… Deep, a haunting order a classicist melodies filled your ears, and with your breath shallow, the air around you felt dusty. Full of gleaming light that shone through cracks in the walls and roof. A sort of beauty that sent you almost crawling out of your skin.

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“All red dress with the devil eyes, So obsessed with the camera lights, You love her, but you can’t deny…the truth……Diamonds and the rings are her fantasy, She chase hearts with the Hennessy, You love her, but you’ll never be……Enough” - The Weekend

Characters: Chae Hyungwon x Female Reader (Y/N) x Shownu (Cameo)

Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff/Romance

POV: Hyungwon

Word Count: 3.7K

She was too much, too much of everything, too beautiful, too confident, too sexy, and too damn smart for her own good. I had wanted her from the first moment I saw her glide across the room at a colleagues boring as fuck party. She walked with such confidence, knowing full well that most if not all of the eyes in the room were focused on her, male and female alike. And yet she never broke a sweat, never batted an eye. It was like she was made for this, and I wanted to make her mine. But I would never be able to work up the courage to ask her out. What could I offer a woman like her? Sure I was one of the youngest and wealthiest CEOs in my field, and I wasn’t unattractive, but still I felt inferior in her presence. I never gave much care to relationships. Sure I had hook ups, guys and girls alike, but nothing ever stuck or made me want to stick around. I was always so engrossed in school, or work. Always with my nose in a book or my head in a pillow. But she - - she was different. We hadn’t even spoken a word to each other and yet I was already flailing like bait on her hook. I needed to know who she was.

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Character/Pairing: Dean x Reader
Location: Motel swimming pool
Random Word: flirty
Requested by: anonymous

“I wondered where you got to,” you said, looking down at Dean as he surfaced at the edge of the pool.

He looked up at you and smirked. “We’re allowed to relax, you know?” He ran a hand over his face, wiping the water from his eyelashes and cheeks. “I keep trying to tell you and Sam that.” He leaned on the edge and you kept staring down at him. You were feeling inexplicably warm at the sight of the water clinging to his skin, mixing with the freckles on his face and shoulders. 

“Right. Well, Sam and I have to work hard to make up for you slacking off,” you said. 

“Hmm. Well, I give you permission to take a break… Right now. Right here. With me,” he said. He flashed you that boyish grin you found nearly irresistible. He pushed back off the pool wall and took a few strokes back toward the middle of the pool. “Come on. The water is perfect. I promise I won’t even dunk you,” he teased.

You tried not to be obvious about staring at his strong chest and back, the muscles rippling beneath those freckles. “I seem to have left my swimsuit in my other bag of hunting gear,” you replied.

“Swimsuit?” he repeated. “You think I own swim trunks?” He looked down at himself. “These are boxers,” he said, giving you another grin. “Besides… who said anything about you wearing a swimsuit?” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. “Dean!” 

He laughed and swam back over toward the edge of the pool. “I’m just kidding. …sort of.” He looked up at you. “Come on,” he said again. “You’re gonna make me stay out here and enjoy these stars and this empty pool all by myself?”

You considered him for a moment, pursing your lips in thought. The ripples on the surface of the pool were throwing light into his green eyes and making them sparkle and you finally bent and began to roll up your pant legs.

“I will sit. Here. And put my feet in,” you said. You pointed at him. “No splashing,” you warned.

Dean put on a mock stunned expression. “You think I would splash you? I’m offended!” The gravel in his voice was thick and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip again. He swam closer to you and you caught a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

“Dean…” you said with a warning tone. 

“What?” he shrugged, still swimming closer.

“Don’t! I mean it!” 

“Would you relax? I’m not gonna splash you!” he said. He came and leaned against the edge of the pool by you, sighing contentedly. “It is nice in here though. You really should come in,” he said.

“Yeah, I believe you,” you said, kicking your feet in the water. You caught Dean’s eyes for a brief moment and both of you let the gaze stretch. 

The next thing you knew Dean had grabbed your hand and pulled. Hard.

You came up gasping and sputtering and started raining punches on every part of him you could reach, pushing your wet hair back out of your face with the other hand and shaking the water from your eyes. “DEAN! YOU. ASS!”

He was laughing and easily caught your fist as you threw the last blow. “I told you it’s nice in here,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

You wiped a hand over your face and shook your head at him. His hand suddenly relaxed around your fist and he slipped his fingers in between yours.

“Do you want me to get you a towel?” he asked. There was still the small ghost of a smile on his lips, but something in the mood had changed, and his fingers between yours were making it hard to think.

You shrugged. “Eh. I’m already here. Might as well stay for a while…”

Dean nodded. “Good.”

Hitched (1/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, who really wants to read this ^^)


The southbound on-ramp seemed to beckon to her, stretching wide and flat up the small hill until it crested on a small incline, leading to the highway.  Emma gnawed her lip, torn. She didn’t know whether it was legal to hitchhike on highways in Maine—it was definitely illegal in some other states—but even if it was, the alternative was trekking back to the truck stop in Bangor and trying to con someone there into giving her a ride.

And if I did, I’d end up using my boobs to do it, she thought bitterly. She gritted her teeth, suddenly filled with determination, and strode forward toward the ramp.

Chilly wind whistled from beneath the underpass, and she reached up to pull her tuque lower, snugging it around her ears. Then taking a deep breath, she extended her arm and put up her thumb.

“Anyone but a trucker,” she muttered. “Come on.”

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At Least a Little

Summary: Dex is doing an admirable job of forgetting about what exactly happened on their Taddy tour - at least he was until a poorly timed game of spin the bottle ruins everything.
Rating: M
Wordcount: ~1700
A/N: So I just found out this week is Nursey week and don’t have the time to write something new, but in honor of it I’m posting this nurseydex fic that’s been sitting in my drafts forever. Thanks for reading! 

“I’m not gay Nurse,” he spits. 

Nursey recoils as though he’s been slapped. “Well excuse me,” he says, “but since my dick has been in your mouth I’d beg to differ. That’s at least a little bi.” Nursey smiles, as though he’s just chirping Dex - as though it’s no big deal. 

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Okay so I had my first ever retail job in the winter of my senior year of high school. I worked in a fairly popular but kinda small department store. Right as the Christmas season began. I had no idea what I was getting into. 

So at this point I’d been on the job about a month. Thanksgiving just passed so the Christmas season was in full gear and so are all the rude middle-aged soccer moms. I was over running clothes back from the fitting rooms when a lady stopped to ask me for help. I figure okay this should only take a second–she’s looking for the jeans that are on one of the mannequins. I haven’t seen those jeans running back and forth, but I tell her I’ll look through the racks real quick for her. Goes downhill real fast when she snaps at me “I already looked through those! And they’re not there!”

This caught me off-guard, being my first experience with a rude customer. I took a breath and told her the only other place they would be is folded up on the table, and I’d be happy to look for them for her. She loudly and rudely told me that no, she had already looked, and they were not there. I told her those are the only two places they would be. She then asked if she could just take the ones off the mannequin.

Now, since I’d only been there a month, and was only trained to run clothes back from fitting rooms and organize them on the sales floor, I had no idea what to do with mannequins. I was also absolutely terrified of doing anything wrong and getting in trouble, so I told her, as politely as I could (I have anxiety and she was exacerbating it), that I didn’t know if I was allowed to take the clothing off the mannequins: she then demanded to speak to my manager.

Telling this story later on, I told my friends it was the moment I officially became a retail worker. The first time a rude old middle-aged soccer mom demanded to speak to my manager. 

Unfortunately, in the moment, my anxiety was getting really bad. And we had five managers walking around at any given time, so I was trying to think of who to go to. I must’ve hesitated too long, because she looked at me like I was stupid and said “Uh, you know, the manager?” I scrambled for a response, and managed to call another coworker over for help. She sent me off to keep emptying the fitting rooms while she dealt with the customer. From what I overheard, they went though almost the exact same thing. Although now with added “because she–” pointing across the aisle at me “–didn’t want to help me.” Like listen lady, I’m really new here. I’m clearly in high school (I was a senior at the time and most people I met that year thought I was fifteen), and I tried to help you. Looking back, the only thing I could have added was that maybe the jeans were on clearance by now. But whatever.

Cut to maybe ten minutes later, my coworker had taken the jeans off the mannequin for her and put a different pair on them and I thought it would end there. No, this lady decided to make it her mission to go to almost every other employee out on the floor and complain to them about how I didn’t want to help her and I was so rude to her. I eventually took my break and hid in the back. Thankfully, I never heard anything from any of the managers about it, and my coworkers took my side because she was fucking awful to them too. I am eternally grateful that nothing bad came from this, and that I never ran into her again. 

tl;dr: one month into my first retail job some lady asked me to help her find a pair of pants, rudely argued everything I said, then shit-talked me to all my coworkers when I couldn’t help her.

Mute Part 5

Part 4

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,176
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions, mentions of possible cheating (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.

Wanda’s shocked look didn’t last long before she pulled you into an empty conference room. Her movements were antsy, and her expression showed full confusion.

She stopped you in the middle of stressfully running your hand through your hair. “How do you know he is? This is Bucky we’re talking about.”

You didn’t want to say the reasoning out loud and admit it to the world, but you were pretty sure that if you held one more thing back, your body was going to collapse in on itself until the secrets blew away with the rest of you.

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“Give me your best shot, Tater Tot.”

“Give me your best shot, Tater Tot,” Kent Parson says across the face-off circle. 

Alexei has been living in the US for almost two years now, and he likes to think he’s been making headway in becoming fully fluent in his adopted second language.  He may still get tripped up on pop cultural references and nonsensical idioms, but even on his first day in the States, those words he would have understood.  In fact, those were the first words he ever learned in English, aside from the the odd Anglicisms naturally adopted from such a massive exporter of pop culture as the United States.  Because Alexei has had those words imprinted across his chest since he was eleven years old.

“Give me your best shot, Tater Tot,” says Kent Parson, Alexei’s soulmate.  

He has approximately half a second to digest what just happened before the referee drops the puck and play resumes at a blazing pace.  It is only years of muscle memory and diligent practice that allows Alexei to slam his stick after the puck with only the smallest hesitation.  It’s enough for Parson however, the man is dazzling on the ice, he snags the puck and passes it with precision to Graham, neatly giving the Aces possession when the Falconer’s are still scrambling to make up the point difference in a 2-1 game.

“Did Parson just call you Tater Tot?” his linemate Spencer asks incredulously, flying by in a flurry of defensive maneuvers.  Alexei is quick to follow after, but not quick enough to stop Parson from looping behind the net to score on pass from Graham.  The fans around them groan in unison as Parson is swept up in a hug by his teammates. Alexei grudgingly acknowledges that it was a splendid bit of skating, as he slides back to the bench to change shifts before the next puck drop.

“You ok, Alex?” his Captain asks, leaning into his shoulder briefly to get his attention.  Zimmermann has sixth sense for sorting out when his players are a bit off, one of the many attributes that make him such an exemplary leader.  “Yeah,” he replies gruffly. He knows he’s behaving a bit oddly, he’s usually the first on the bench to cheer on his fellow Falcs (often bellowing at a volume loud enough to be heard in the reserved boxes), but he just met his soulmate - the person he’s been eagerly waiting for ever since his parents explained the writing along their shoulder blades. So instead of exuberantly yelling as his team regains possession, he’s reeling that the universe has revealed his ideal partner and it’s Kent Parson.  The man is sitting only a few feet away, separated by a wall of plexiglass and overly large hockey players.  Stretching upward, craning his neck, he can barely make out the top of Parson’s helmet.   

Alexei briefly considers confiding in Jack, after all, if anyone would be able to tell him more about his soulmate, it would be Jack Zimmermann, whose boyhood orbited hockey and Parson in equal measures.  But the moment passes in the brisk rush unique to hockey games, and he and his line are back over the boards and in a mad scramble for the puck.

It’s easy to focus on the ice. The scrape of a hard stop, his stick connecting with rubber, pushing hard to shove a player into the boards long enough for his team to retrieve the puck.   He wouldn’t have made it as far as the NHL if he wasn’t capable of focusing when it’s his time on the ice.  But despite the familiar comfort of the game, he can feel how much his equilibrium has shifted, like stepping onto dry land after months at sea.  

Kent Parson.

Captain of the Las Vegas Aces, Stanley Cup winner, current point leader in his division, his accolades are many. Parson is a dazzling skater, he has an ebullient personality in general but the man seems to sharpen when he’s on the ice, all determination and and drive and focus. He is entirely centered when he is laced into his skates.  Alexei spends the rest of the third period biting back words, and he know his teammates are looking at him strangely, for him to skate practically mute is an anomaly of the highest order.

He can’t help it, his instincts are screaming at him to close the space between him and Parson, he’s swallowing compulsively as if trying to bury the words deep in his gut.  He’s not sure what is holding him back, by all rights he should be ready to sweep the man up and yell his happiness for all to hear.  The middle of play during a professional hockey game is hardly the place he thought he’d be meeting his partner, and Alexei wonders if it wouldn’t be quite fair, really, to distract Parson as he’d been distracted at the face off. He tries to tell himself to focus on the game, that there will be time enough to figure out his response later.  

Parson is almost entirely covered in his gear and sweater.  Still Alexei can’t help hoping for a glimpse of bare skin, but the only skin visible is the man’s face and part of his neck, unlikely spots for imprints.  If his location matches Alexei’s it will almost impossible for anyone to see it while they’re in the middle of the game, but he’d love to have some kind of hint of what he’s eventually going to say to the man.

He knows it’s not unusual for soulmates to have imprints on disparate body parts, but he’d always found it romantic when partners shared a location. He thinks looking forward to finding his imprint on Kent.

They manage to score again late in the third, but can’t manage to pull ahead enough to tie it. The game finishes 3-2, much to the disappointment of their home crowd.

Lining up the shake hands with the Aces he feels a pull deep in his gut, anxiety flaring as he nears Parson.  This man is a stranger to him. He sees Jack tap gloves, congratulating Kent and awkwardly thumping him once on the helmet before continuing down the line.  And then it is the two of them. Alexei reaches out a hand, and looks up into blue eyes, cold and bright, and the moment passes. Parson moves on, chirping the men behind him as he moves further down the line.

“Hey, Tater,” Spencer says from behind him, “What’s the hold up?” He nudges him gently with his stick to keep him moving.

“Sorry,” he mutters, before reaching out to the next player. He just couldn’t do it, he’s felt a sting of recognition looking into those eyes, his mind blanked, losing the moment like water through his hands.


“Oh my god Tater. I can’t believe you finally have a hockey nickname and it came from Kent Parson.” Snowy is moaning when they get back to the locker room.

“I don’t understand, is tiny potatoes, yes?” Mashkov asks uneasily, not getting why everyone in the locker room is beaming at the name.

“Dude, it’s pun. Potatoes, tater, Mashkov, like mashed potatoes?”

Ah, that does make sense. He feels his face fold up involuntarily into a smile.

“See there! He does remember how to smile.” Spencer says, red curls specularly ruffled after pulling his sweater over his head.

“What’s wrong Tater, you’re usually the one cheering the rest of us up.” Snowy asks, bend over undoing his laces.

“Is…complicated.” Alexei says, unsure if he should elaborate. He likes his team, he knows in most circumstance they would be thrilled to know that he met his soulmate. He knows they would chirp him endlessly over having met his soulmate in the middles of a hockey game, would give him wild suggestions for what his own first words should be to Kent. But that’s part of the problem, his soulmate is not some stranger to all of them, it’s Kent Parson, complicating things immensely. For one, he’s the captain of the team they narrowly lost to only minutes ago. Second, their own captain has a murky, unspoken past with the man, with hints that the two parted ways less than amicably. Alexei doesn’t know where the two men stand. It’s only his own first year with the team, he hardly wants to shake things up with his captain.  So he’s getting undressed in a locker room feeling unsteady, wanting to reach out to his team but uncertain of his reception, with a half formed soulmate bond to a man who is likely getting ready to fly to the other side of the country.  He’d pictured meeting his soulmate and feeling nothing but overwhelming happiness, not this muddle of confused thoughts.

“We are going out tonight?”  He asks the room at large. “I need a drink.”

A thing I’ve been working on, sort of an alternate path for Don’t Speak Before We Say Too Much.  I’m a little bit stuck on whether to continue angsty or fluffy as I have ideas for both. It is surprisingly difficult to write from Mashkov’s POV and also continue in an angsty vein. 

Alone - Part 11

Warnings; violence, torture

Words; 1,731

A/N; Hey loves! I hope you all love this chapter as much as I do! Italics are flashback. Also, because this is based after Civil War and Strucker is dead, HYDRA is sectioned off into a shit ton of bases and each base has a leader and they all work together if that makes sense. Feedback is always appreciated & my ask box is always open ♡

Your mind was a mess of pain and Bucky. It was dark in the room you were kept in and you had no concept of time. Every so often, way too often, they would take you from the cold dark cement room and bring you into what looked like a high tech lab. You walked through the Lab, being dragged by large men. The scientists working would stop their work to watch you, you never understood what they found so interesting. They would take you into a room inside the Lab, it had reinforced glass walls. It was like a large glass cage for everyone to gawk at you while they tortured you. But you let them, you let them do whatever they wanted, inject you with whatever they wanted and shock you reputedly until you couldn’t remember your name. You let them do it because when you arrived they gave you an ultimatum. It was you or Bucky, and you would never let them get their hands on him again.

You could tell that they were trying to make the process faster, you could hear hushed voices talking about doubling the serum. They strapped you into a chair and put a large contraption around your head. You wouldn’t admit it but you were terrified. You knew what happened to Bucky and you knew that they were trying to do it with you. You were afraid of forgetting your friends, you were afraid you would forget him.

The doctor spoke to you. “Think about your precious Bucky.” The doctor grinned before sliding a needle into the crook of your arm.

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