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honestly if the writers wanted me to believe that callie and brandon are now just supposed to be siblings they shouldn’t have had them have sex. its just really weird now and i can never see them as siblings.

Huntress- Part 12: Ramiel

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E12 so warning: SPOILERS

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Lying awake in a motel, you breathed in and out. Sat upright and facing the window, where a few muffled shouts of drunk people occasionally sounded. You sighed, glancing at your Uncle and Dad who were both fast asleep. 
Dad wasn’t overly keen on the idea of you tagging along to hunt a demon, especially since that night…
But you insisted on him at least taking you. He gave in, most likely not wanting to fight over it rather than agreeing with you. You hadn’t thought about Max for a few days. You still missed her. Of course you did. Seeing your Dad and Uncle together, as siblings, it reminded you of her. Especially with their Mum back. 

You were staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Swiping it away before it woke anyone up you looked at the caller ID and sighed. 
He was calling you again, the last voice mail was supposed to be the final one. He told you he’d leave you alone. He told you- 
‘1 new voice mail’
You read the words on the screen, again for safe measure.
Your finger hovered over ‘play’ as you reached for your headphones. Only, something made you stop. Realisation perhaps,you were a curious person, but this wasn’t right. It’s not lying if you don’t listen to the messages.

‘message deleted’

When your Dad and Uncle finally woke up you were fully dressed, reading through some articles on your phone. Dad’s eyes landed on you, then fell to the barely creased duvet and he sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to you. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked softly, not giving you room to escape the question.
You shook your head, not looking at him. “You’re gonna need energy if you want to help on this hunt.” He subtly lectured you.
“I know…”
“Y.N, I know it’s hard. But you’re going to have to focus for me, focus on the hunt and nothing else…Just, try not to get too worked up, love.” He gave you a quick side hug, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When he stood up, he held his hand on your shoulder for a second before going to the bathroom.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Uncle Dean sat down next to you this time. You felt stupid, like you needed some kind of constant reassurance. “You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow lightly.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, smiling lightly.
“As crazy as this sounds, Sammy’s died before. I know what it feels like to be without your sibling. I know how tough it is.”
“But he came back.” You fiddled with your thumbs.
“Yeah he did…But it’s the same pain you’re going through.”
“Not if they didn’t come back it isn’t.” You chuckle bitterly, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
”Your Dad; struggling as much as you are, Y/N. He’s lost one of his Daughters. I’ve lost one of my Nieces. Yeah, we didn’t meet her, but she was still our family….I’m sorry, kid…” At that moment your Dad wandered back into the room, Uncle Dean looked up before saying “Come on, let’s meet this Hunter. That should take your mind off things.”

“I’m not mourning her.”You said, putting your phone in your pocket and rising from the bed to gab your jacket. “I’m just…so much has changed for me. When too much happens and I get overwhelmed my go-to is…was…my sister. I’m not mourning. I’m just trying to cope.”

Your Dad nodded seriously, doing his best to understand your situation. “You’ve been through a hell of a lot, kid. You are coping.” He ruffled your hair when you walked past, making you crack a smile.
“See?” He noted your smile “You’ve just gotta keep doing that.”

“Mandy?” Uncle Dean read the Waitresses name-tag “That short for Amanda?”
“Obviously.” You mumbled, realising she’d said it at the same time and sharing a smile with her.
“Can I get you anything?” She asked, smiling at you.
“Just a tea, thanks.” You smiled, ignoring Uncle Dean’s offended stares.
“Hey uh, what’s the wifi password?” Your Dad looked up from his tablet.
“Extra cheese.”
“No thanks I’ll just have normal.” Uncle Dean butted in, not understanding.
“No..that’s the wifi password.”
“And anything for you, handsome?” You almost laughed out-loud when she flirted her way through to Cas, noting down his meal as slowly as possible while she thought of something to say.

When she walked away you chuckled, eyeing Cas’ confused face. He shot you a frown, but you didn’t say anything as you continued to smile. You got your phone out, typing “extra cheese” before…one bar??? You scoffed at the awful wifi,putting your phone away. You wouldn’t get far with that.

“The internet here sucks, but I’ve found some things that might help us with the case. So-” Your Dad began, only to be cut off by Uncle Dean.
“Yeah no one cares. Okay Cas, you’ve gotta get in there. This good be some really good practice for you.”
“Kill me.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into your chair, making your Dd chuckle.
“And the upside? They always smell like food.” Uncle Dean declared, making you grimace: “That’s disgusting…in what uncultured alternate universe is that an upside?” You questioned.
“Food?!” Uncle Dean couldn’t possibly see how it wasn’t an upside.
“Upside? That they smell like food?” Your Dad scrunched up his face in disgust, joining in with your side while Mary sat in between, watching with a tolerant stance. 

“Okay, screens down. Eyes up!” Mary declared, almost making you jump.
“Sorry…” Everyone looked down, sat up straight and shifted awkwardly in their seats.
“Okay. Good.” Mary nodded.
“So uh…You guys have met those fancy Men Of Letters?” Wally asked, although he seemed to be aiming the question at you. Wally was the Hunter who asked for help with the case, he’d contacted Mary who’d brought the four of you into it.
“You mean the British Men Of Letters?”
“I lived with them. So yeah.” You nodded, raising your eyebrows.
“And yet your Dad’s a Winchester?” he was curious, not rude, so you answered him.
“Yeah…My Mum was English so I grew up in Europe.”
“In London?” He seemed fascinated.
“Yep. It’s pretty dull, but foreigners seem to like it.”
“I’ll bet.” 

“Those guys have gadgets, but they kept my Niece from me and they tried to kill my Brother.” Uncle Dean grumbled, you gave a tight smile, feeling like a slight outcast as they spoke about American Hunting as though it deserved it’s own trade mark symbol. You hadn’t realised, but your Dad was eyeing your reactions.

Spraycan in hand, you drew out a circle, adding in the runes and symbols to trap the demon that would hopefully fall into it’s centre. When you stepped back your Dad threw a rug over it and watched as you tied your shoe laces, wondering if he should bring it up or not. To his surprise, you said it instead: “Stay behind me? Don’t do anything stupid? Be safe?” You guessed his words, crossing your arms slightly.

With a disapproving look, he nodded. “What? You say it every time!”

“And I mean it every time!” He retaliated. Only, his voice was more harsh than you thought it would be. You backed up slightly, aware you’d crossed some sort of line.
“…Y/N, I’m sorry…I’m just worried about you…” He looked down guiltily.
“I know…I’m sorry too. I’ll stay behind you guys.” You exclaimed, offering a tight smile. He nodded before saying “Okay, everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

But, it really wasn’t.

After a few minutes of positioning yourselves you decided on your stations- Wally was outside in case he came from a different entrance, Uncle Dean was in the doorway, his gun aimed towards the front door, fully loaded with demon-trap bullets, Dad was at the side of the front door, prepared for a different angle of attack, Cas was behind and Mary to the side. You were next to Mary where she had hand out to stop you from going any nearer towards the door. As much as you appreciated their determination to keep you out of harms way, you were a little irritated by the over protectiveness of everyone. However, you’d told your Dad you’d stay back so that’s exactly what you did.

Seconds after you’d sharpened your knife, a faint whistling could be heard. Everyone shared a look and you all prepared for impact. 
The whistling grew louder and you knew something was wrong. The way he seemed to whistle was too confident, too repetitive. He knew- you were sure of it -he knew you were in there.
Before you had a chance to test this theory, he opened the door, tilting his head at Uncle Dean. “Why the hell are you in my house?” The demon snarled.

Uncle Den fired, ignoring the question, yet, despite the bullet going straight through him, he didn’t seem at all phased. Chuckling slightly he stepped forward, Uncle Dean shot again but nothing happened. There were no signs of pain let alone death. The demon kicked away the carpet, revealing the devil’s trap you’d spray-painted earlier. “Hunters.” He spat. 

In an attempt to rid of the demon, your Dad attacked from behind, digging his demon-blade into the back of his vessel. Again, no result.
The demon opened his mouth to speak, but he changed his mind when his eyes landed on Cas: “Angel”. With a deathly stare he marched straight for Cas, pushing Uncle Dean and Mary out of the way.
He threw Cas to the floor and a fight kicked off. You weren’t sure what was going on with your Dad and Uncle, but by the sounds of it they were occupied with demons of their own.

Focusing on the demon in the room with you, you swung your blade at him, dodging when he tried to hit you back. He threw you to the floor without making contact, a thrust of his hand and you were down. Mary raced over to you, trying to help you back up only soon she was sent backwards as well. “Hiya sweetheart.” The man grinned, his eyes flashing a flaming yellow as he stared down at Mary. 
With Cas back on his feet he distracted the demon, giving you and Mary time to recover. Rising from the floor and ignoring the pain in your hand, which must have been a broken wrist or something, you raced reached out for your blade which had fallen from your grip.

As you managed to grasp hold of it you heard a deafening smash to see Cas being sent crashing through the window out on to the garden. “Run!” Cas managed, shouting at you and Mary.
Mary nodded and grabbed hold of your upper arm, dragging you away from the scene.”I’m not leaving him.” You bitterly declared as you tugged yourself away from her grip, chasing after Cas.

As you raced down the stairs, just dodging a demon as they tried to shove past you. You ignored the shouts of your Dad and Uncle, determined to get to Cas in time.
“Hey!” You shouted. The demon was stood above Cas, holding some sort of spear. When he lowered it towards his body you practically screamed at him to stop, sprinting towards the scene. The weapon stabbed through Castiel’s body, making him cry out in pain. You raced over, attacking the demon with the same defenseless blade because that was all you had- and you had to do something. 

“Y/N…” Cas managed before the sound of a car cut him off. You looked up to see Mary coming to a halt and leaping out of the car. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down next to you and Cas.
“He stabbed Cas with…I don’t know what it was.” You shook your head, looking about the place in case he was coming back.

“We need to go, we can’t stay here.” You insisted.
“Yes, go” Cas nodded in attempt to keep you both safe. Mary shared a look with you and you grabbed one of Cas’ arms each, heaving him off the ground and into the car.

You sat in the back with him, blood was pouring on your hands, but you kept pressure on his wound, ignoring the river of red. Cas was shivering in your arms, his whole vessel breaking up. “You’re gonna be fine.” You assured him, changing hands on the wound. Orbiting the gash were lots of vein-like black lines slowly seeping their way along his skin. You watched in shock, having never seen anything like it, but made sure your face didn’t show it as not to frighten him.

“Let’s go in here.” Mary suggested, parking just outside some sort of barn house. You nodded, trying your best to help Cas out of the car while still keeping the cloth on his wound.

You and Mary helped Cas into the barn-house, an arm each round your shoulders as you gently laid him on the floor, leaning against an old trough. “Cas, hey come on. Stay with me.” You held his face, looking into him desperately as he struggled to fine his bearings. Mary’s phone rang so she stood up away from you both: “Yeah…take a left and keep going…we’re at an old farm house…yeah she’s with me….she’s fine, but….it’s Cas…”.

Your wrist had bruised slightly, swelling a little. You grimaced slightly at the pain, but focused on Cas. Kneeling down next to him, you felt helpless, you didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but it wasn’t a regular wound. 
“Y/N, come here.” Mary’s stern voice made you pull yourself away from the injured to see what she wanted.

You both turned away from Cas and spoke in hushed voices “How bad is it?” She asked.
“Pretty bad…I’ve never seen anything like it…It’s some sort of magic that’s for sure.”
She sighed and looked down “We need to do something.” 
“I know…I just don’t know what.”

At that moment the door swung open and your Dad and Uncle walked straight over to you both. You pulled your sleeve down over your wrist as not to worry anyone and slipped away from the huddle to check on Cas. 
“Hey, love.” You whispered, feeling your eyes want to cry. You blinked away the urges, smiling comfortingly at him. “Y/N…you’re hurt.” He nodded at your wrist and you almost laughed. 
“Cas, that’s the least of my worries right now.”
He cried out, shouting in agony, his body jolting a little. 

“Cas?!” Uncle Dean’s worried voice grew closer as he knelt down opposite to you. You looked at each other with worried eyes.
“Sam.” He ordered, clearing his throat before adding “Sammy.”

Dad looked towards where you were both crouched over Cas’ wounded body and hurried over. He knelt down next to you, placing one hand gingerly on your back. “Cas..?” His tone of voice said it all. It was bad. And there was nothing you could-

“You idiots. You’re all going to die.”

Looking up, you frowned at the man. It was Crowley- King Of Hell. He stepped forward and looked down at Cas with an unreadable expression. “What happened?” 
“He got stabbed with some sort of silver-tipped spear thing.” You said, not taking your eyes away from his wound. The vein-like structures had grown in length significantly, now curving towards his face along his neck. It was apocalyptic.

“Not a spear, a lance.” Crowley corrected you.
“Hold on a second,” Your Dad rose from his position in thought “Those other demons were yours.”
You frowned.
“They were my demons. Only they were there to keep others out. You should never mess with…” Crowley sighed and paused, considering his next words. “Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?”
You shook your head, a chorus of “no”’s erupted from the rest interrupted by a “yes”. Turning to look at Cas, he adjusted himself slightly, wincing, “Prince Of Hell.”

You weren’t one hundred percent sure what a Prince Of Hell was, but it didn’t sound good. Crowley explained the story of Ramiel, his offer to give Crowley the throne and his wish to be left alone. When he was finished you asked “Can you help him?”

Crowley shook his head “There is no cure.”

“There has to be! If you can trap Lucifer you fix a wound!” You shouted at him, making him jump at your sudden increase in volume.
“I’m…sorry. But there’s nothing you can do.”

“Help us or get the hell out of here.” Uncle Dean demanded, standing right up against him menacingly.

You stayed next to Cas, leaning against a hay barrel looking defeated. Dad, Mary and Uncle Dean were discussing something about a plan. You got out you blade and sharpened it, contemplating going outside.
“Y/N.” At the mention of your name you rose to your feet, giving Cas a reassuring smile before joining your Father. “Yeah?”
“You ready?”
“Why, what’s the plan?”
“Hit him with all you got.” Uncle Dean crossed his arms proudly.
“But he’s a Prince Of Hell, surely “everything we got” will just go straight through him?” You raised an eyebrow, aware you weren’t being overly optimistic.

“We’ve got to do something.” Mary cleared her throat “And this is that something, if you’ve got a better idea I’d love to hear it.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“We know,” Dad offered a tight smile “Just be safe.” He squeezed your hand and you turned round to see Cas coughing and spluttering.

“You have to go.” Cas managed, his voice weak yet still of authority.
“Cas…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I mean it. Save yourselves and run. I love you,” He paused, taking a deep breath “I love all of you. You’re my family.” 
You smiled through teary eyes.
Please. Please don’t let my last moments be spent watching you die.”

Your heart broke and ached at the sight of him. Your mind trailed back to when you’d first met and he healed your foot for you, it was a small and yet kind gesture. He’d used his healing powers for you and you had none to give in return.

“No…Cas. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you.” Uncle Dean declared decisively. 
“We’re fighting for you Cas.” Dad agreed “And we’re not going to leave you.”

If Dad had anything more to say he was cut off by a crash, you all turned to see Crowley’s body hunched over. He’d been thrown in by…it must have been Ramiel.

As if on cue, his whistle sounded once more as he walked into the barn. “Evening.” He grinned, his eyes falling on you for a second, then to Cas. You stepped closer to Cas, ready to defend him.

Uncle Dean held up his lighter and dropped it, causing a ring of fire to arise round the Prince Of Hell. “Cosy.” Ramiel didn’t seem to be overly phased which made you wonder if he could escape.
“You know we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t just left me alone.” He snarled. “Anyway,” he glared at all of you “You’ve stolen something from me. if I don’t get that back within thirty seconds…well…we’ll see, won’t we?”
You shared a look of confusion with your Dad,before turning to the rest. “Stolen?” You echoed, trying your best to make it sound like it wasn’t a lie…which no doubt made it sound like a lie. Ramiel nodded “I don’t know which one of you it was, or if it was all of you. But I want it back.” 
He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pocketwatch, starting the timer. 

“Look, we don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Uncle Dean tried his best, but there was no stopping him now.
“Twenty seconds.”
“I’m serious. No clue.” Uncle Dean’s voice became louder as the tension in the room rose.
“Ten seconds.”
You looked at your Dad, then to Uncle Dean, then to Cas. All of which were waiting on something, looking more and more worried. Your eyes then fell on Mary who was staring back at Ramiel, she seemed to be ignoring your eyes.
You swallowed.
He stepped forward.

Confidently, his hands reached above his head where the Lance appeared through a clouded mist. He slammed it onto the ground, making you almost lose your footing and putting the fire out so he could escape.

Time to fight.

Everyone was instantly on the move, swinging blades and shooting bullets. He wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet, you still kicked him off Uncle Dean, ducking under his incoming fist.
As you parried to the left, Dad stabbed his back with a demon blade, making Ramiel’s attention turn elsewhere. With his back turned, Mary also stabbed him, only he was fast and had her on the floor in seconds.

You backed away, aware he had the Lance still firmly in his grip. He held it out in front of you, taking it back to swing at you. You twisted your body so it just missed and grabbed hold of the sides, now fighting to take it from his grasp. You struggled as your wrist was still bruised up and no doubt broken in places so your Dad held on too, allowing you to let go to kick Ramiel’s chest, separating him from his weapon.

Your Dad then swung and plunged the blade through his chest. He gasped in pain, stumbling backwards slightly before shouting out. His call fell to nothing as his body crumbled into nothing but a hazy mist of blackness. Everyone relaxed and caught their breath, staring at where Ramiel was just stood.

A series of coughing and spluttering made you all race over to Cas. You knet down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He struggled to take his next breath, his body jolting with spasms. The next series of coughing made some sort of black substance seep through his lips. Gasping for air, his body stiffened.

You stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds went by, everyone else was staring in silence. You then tore your eyes away to see Crowley holding the Lance, he looked up at you, holding your gaze a moment before looking back down at it. He then grasped hold tightly of either side and snapped the handle in two. 

Some sort of blue orb of light erupted from the break, making you look away. It shined so bright the room disappeared from your vision before going back to normality. When you looked down at Cas he was perfectly fine, his face still had a few scratches, but his wounds were healed and there was no sign of infection of any kind.

“It’s all in the rune work.” Crowley broke the silence “’re welcome.”

“So that’s it, you’re okay?” Mary asked hesitantly, leaning forward slightly.

“Yes.” Cas nodded slowly before saying “What did he mean…about somebody stealing something?” 

A few seconds of silence broke out when Uncle Dean sighed “Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Come on, let’s go home.”

On the way back to the Impala, you walked behind the rest, your hand running over your wrist. It had purples splotches over it with red tinges round the edges of them. You din’t notice your Dad fall behind until he spoke “Your wrist okay?”
You nearly jumped when he said so, but cleared your throat before nodding “Yeah…it’ll heal.” 
You tugged your sleeve over it and looked at your feet, paying attention to each step you took. “I’ll get you a bandage when we get back.” Dad offered, trying his best not to keep going on about it and yet remain worried.

“Thank you.”

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and slowing to a halt. This forced you to do the same. 
“I’m…” You chose your words carefully “Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…I mean, as strange as it sounds hunting kinda helps. It takes my mind of things. 

“Yeah no I get that.” He nodded. You looked over to see Uncle Dean and Mary leaning against Baby, talking about the case no doubt. 

“Has uh…Mick been in contact since last time?” 

You thought about it before shaking your head. “No…he’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet, or just quiet?”

“I don’t know yet… But he’s not stupid. Mr K and Toni are ignorant, but Mick’s brain doesn’t work like that. He’s just insistent.”

Dad nodded, probably clueless as to what he could say.

“They never had intentions of keeping me as part of the Men Of Letters. A few changed their minds over time….especially when…when Max died. Mick was one of the only ones who kept the promise of letting me go.” When you noticed your Dad’s face you added “I’m not defending him. I’m just…I don’t know…”

“No, that’s okay. I get what you’re saying. We just don’t particularly trust them.” Dad explained.

“Yeah…frankly they don’t trust each other so it’s a wise decision.”

He chuckled halfheartedly, before sighing. “So you’re okay with this? With being moved to another country…another continent…with a new family…It must be a lot to take in.” Dad empathised. It made sense that he was talking about this now, you probably wouldn’t have opened up as much when you first met. 

“There’s no hunting in England. Everything’s surveyed…I never really did much field work until now-”
“Really? You’re a pretty impressive Hunter for someone who hasn’t done so before.”
“They train you pretty good. Plus Mum let me hunt with her sometimes.” You smiled at the memory. Whenever Mum got a whiff of a possible Hunt you’d practically beg to go with her. “If I stayed in England, then I wouldn’t even have a family…It’s better here…even if you guys don’t have Marmite.”
Your Dad threw you a funny look and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” He frowned, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Hey don’t look at me, you love it or you hate it.” You chuckled, turning to head back to the Impala.

What?” He followed you like a dog, curious to what you were talking about.

“You guys don’t have jaffa cakes either..” Your mind was now going through a list of food you hadn’t seen in a while.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad admitted, but he was enjoying your ramble none the less.
“Or curry…how can you not have curry?!”
Your Dad was grinning at you,his eyebrows raised as you mumbled to yourself- your face screwed up in thought “And Yorkshire’s! How could I forget Yorkshires..”

Part 13- Trust


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A/N: I’ve been so so busy which is why this Part is a little late…sorry, loves. Pls forgive me uwu
Thanks for being amazing people, stay gorgeous x

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                “The company itself wasn’t in a very dire situation, but in the end I spent so much time looking after the management side that I wasn’t really able to do design,” he told WWD during an interview at his personal atelier. “I turned 40 [last December], there was the turning point of the brand reaching nearly 20 years since its establishment, and I think I made a forward-looking choice,”. Since the departure, A Bathing Ape has continued to flourish in the United States, China and the UK featuring collaborations with Peanuts, AstroBoy, DragonBall Z, Def Jam and Puma.

               In 2010 before the departure with A Bathing Ape Nigo teamed up with longtime friend and graphic designer Sk8thing on a new fashion entity titled Human Made. Enlisting similar elements from its predecessor A Bathing Ape, the brand consists of a vintage style approach focused on high-quality reproductions. Human Made has defined itself with muted color pallets, specialized prints, quality goods and spectacular branding. Human Made draws inspiration from American vintage clothing from the pre-1960s era, when addressing the inspiration Nigo stated “The future can be found in the past”. From workwear to denim, Human Made recreates retro pieces with an emphasis on quality and authenticity. Having collaborated with the likes of Adidas and longtime friend Pharrell, the brand has quickly established a stellar reputation within the streetwear scene. Since the launch of HUMAN MADE, Nigo and has collaborated with the likes of Coca-Cola, Apple, and Adidas for the newest brand.

               With Nigo being the vintage enthusiast he is, he’s citied the rockabilly subculture he encountered as a teenager and 50s American rock and roll icons as the prime influences for the newest brand. “What’s interesting now is that there are more people in Europe who are interested in American vintage clothing,” Human Made collection is entirely pre-1960s Americana-inspired. When conveying the second-hand styled approach Nigo said “I didn’t want to make anything for Human Made without actually having the garment to look at, inspect and see how it’s put together. Nothing has come from photographs. Pretty much everything is from my own collection, but rearranged.” “I don’t tend to search for things because I like the idea that you come across something and decide at that time if you like it or not.” The line features exquisite detail, earth tones rather than vivid contrasting colors and as always from Nigo; phenomenal quality. “I wonder if I am a pioneer” “I don’t feel like I have achieved that level yet”. “There are more things to be done, and I’m still training.”
It’s only a matter of time before Human Made garments are seen left and right on everyone’s favorite celebrities. Until then, enjoy the underground fashion secret that is Human Made by Nigo®.

Peace: Cassian X Reader

I fell in love with our rugged Captain Andor after watching Rogue one so I decided to write this. 

Summary: You wake from a terrible nightmare and go to Cassian for comfort. When you wake up in the morning he is next to you and fluff ensues.

Warnings: None

You’re in a battle, Cassian is fighting beside you, and everything around you is a blur. The sounds of battle are overwhelming. Your heart is pumping hard in your chest. Suddenly your blaster jams, a trooper uses the advantage over you and pushes you to the ground. Hitting the ground hard, you’re disoriented for a moment but quickly scramble to get up. Your legs have stopped working and you’re frozen in place, unable to move. You try to reach Cassian but watch in horror as blaster bullets tear through his body. It’s like watching in slow motion as the light leaves his eyes and he starts to fall. You try to scream but there is only silence. Cassian’s body collapses on the ground and you jolt awake.

“No!” You scream, shooting up in your bed. You frantically look around your room gasping and shaking uncontrollably. Your face is stained with tears and your skin feels sticky.

“It was just a dream, just a horrible dream,” you try to reassure yourself.

You run your fingers through your tangled hair and try to steady your breathing. The emptiness of your room is almost suffocating. You have to get out, now. You lower you feet to the cold stone floor, stand up shakily and stagger out into the hallway.

The compound is quiet except for a few people monitoring the control room and droids doing maintenance on ships. You wander through the dim hallway to Cassian’s quarters. When you reach his door you knock, wondering if he’s up, it is quite late after all. Much to your surprise he opens the door and blinks groggily at you.

“Y/n, what are you… oomf!” You throw yourself against his chest, cutting off his question.

“Cassian, I… please don’t let go,” you whimper, tears once again streaming down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You’re shaking,” Cassian notices, his voice full of concern. He pushes his door closed and then wraps his arms tightly around you.

“It was you this time. In my dream… it was you,” you sob. “You died, right in front of me and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Losing Cassian was your worst fear. It was usually your parents’ deaths you relived in your dreams, but you had lost them so long ago they didn’t bother you anymore. You didn’t know what you would do if you lost Cassian, whether he was killed in a battle or never returned from a mission. He was your closest friend and you loved him with all of your being. You didn’t think you could bear it if he died.

“Shhh, it was just a nightmare mi amor, I get them too,” he says softly, “I’m here now, it’s okay”. He kisses the top of your head and guides you to his bed.

You rest your head against his chest and he holds you tightly. The steady rise and fall of his chest is comforting to you. Just feeling his warmth and knowing he’s there calms you down. You match your breathing to his and soon stop crying.

“I love you Cassian,” you whisper after a while.

“I know, I love you too,” he replies.

Cassian moves to the centre of the bed and you settle next to him with your head resting on his chest. You listen to his steady heartbeat as his fingers gently comb through your hair and he hums softly.

It’s an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him, and most young children of the rebellion know it well. It helps them fall asleep when the war rages outside. The song promises that they will wake to peace one day. That day has not yet come.

“Sleep mi amor, I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Cassian assures. You allow yourself to relax against him and close your eyes. Soon, you drift into a peaceful sleep in Cassian’s arms.

When you wake, the sun is shining through the small window in Cassian’s room. He is beside you as he promised, with one arm draped across your body and his legs tangled with yours. You turn to face him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyes blink open and a smile brightens his features. For the first time in a while you can’t remember the war outside, for once you feel peace.

“Sleep well querida?” He asks. You nod and kiss him again. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and kisses your forehead, cheek, and then hovers over your lips, just barely touching them. You look into his beautiful brown eyes and smile.

“Don’t tease,” you laugh. Cassian chuckles and lowers his lips against yours.

“Can we just stay here forever? I don’t ever want to leave,” you sigh, content.

“Unfortunately, some of us have rather important jobs to attend to,” Cassian says, “but those can wait, for now.”

He pulls you closer and trails his hand under your shirt and rests it against your ribs. You run your hands over the muscles of his back and press needy kisses along his neck and jaw, finally reaching his lips with a passionate kiss. You sit up and crawl on top of him, straddling his torso. You lean down to meet his lips and your fingers grasp the hem of his shirt, tugging it up.

Suddenly, the door opens and Kay-two walks in.

“There is a meeting in the control room and you are needed sir,” the droid says.

Cassian sighs and Kay-two realizes he is not alone.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry sir, I did not mean to interrupt you, the odds of anything going on in here were so low I just-”

“Get out Kay-Two!” Cassian snaps, a blush creeping into his cheeks. Kay-two shuffles out and closes the door.

You fall next to Cassian and burst into a fit of giggles. Cassian shoves you playfully.

“Stop it you!” He chuckles. The look on his face only causes you to giggle more. Cassian leans over and silences you with a kiss.

“I guess we will have to finish this later,” Cassian says.

“Oh you can count on it,” you smile, sitting up. “Now go, before Mon Mothma sends someone else in here to embarrass you.”

Cassian gets out of bed, pulls on a clean shirt and vest, and puts on his boots.

“I’ll be back,” he says, kissing you one more time before heading out the door.

I hope you all enjoyed that! I certainly had a lovely time writing it.

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You’re in love with him but he has a girlfriend PART 2 - Niall Horan requested imagine.

Okay so can I just start by saying that I know I’m awful. It’s honestly been over 2 weeks since the first part and I said that this imagine would be posted days ago. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. A few things went on and I was feeling really shitty and not up to writing. BUUUUTTTT here is the second part to the Niall Imagine. I don’t know what it is but whenever I sat down to write the first and second part of this my brain went blank and it felt like I didn’t even know the english language. I was stumped for ideas and feel really eh posting the second part but I hope it had the ending you wanted! Let me know what you think :) 


Two months.  No call. Not even a text. Nothing. The person who you gave everything to for eleven years of your life didn’t even want to pick up the phone to try and communicate with you. Not that you blamed him, you didn’t. You hadn’t tried to speak to him either, but from the moment you walked away from him on his front porch two months ago you had somehow hoped that he would come after you. He didn’t.

You wanted to say you had at least tried to get over him, or that you were trying to be the bigger person and be happy for his happiness, but you weren’t, and you hadn’t. You checked the articles written about him, stalked the twitter fan accounts to see what he had been doing day to day. Nothing hurt like seeing him go on with his life when it felt as if yours had been put in reverse.

You also wanted to be angry with him for not making any sort of effort towards you, because if he cared he would have at least called, right? You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry, all you were was sad. The kind of sad that ate you up throughout the day, having you check your phone constantly every five minutes, hoping that he would have at least liked one of your Instagram posts. The kind of sad that made you restless throughout the night, when you desperately wanted to sleep but the ache in your chest and the lump in your throat made it impossible. You felt so small.

The pictures of Celine and him at another music festival came out three days after you had exploded in front of both of them, and the Tuesday night after that pictures of them eating at one of the most expensive restaurants in London came out. You were petty, you were bitter, but you could admit that. You hated her. You hated that she made Niall happier in four or so months than you had in eleven years.

Every Tuesday since what had happened was the same. You would walk to your favourite Italian restaurant, order take away pasta and then make your way back to your apartment, before eating alone on the couch. You missed your Niall filled Tuesday nights, talking about whatever came to his mind or listening to him strum different chords on his guitar to bits and pieces of songs he was working on.  You missed how at two o’clock in the morning Niall would be mumbling nonsense because he was too tired to form proper sentences, and how he would then push his face into your shoulder, telling you it was too late for you to leave and you should just stay. You always did.

This Tuesday was no different to the rest. You finished your classes at midday before making your way to work, after going home to get dressed and then walking to buy yourself dinner. It felt stupid that every Tuesday hurt, but it did. You were feeling unusually light today, the weather was starting to warm up for spring and you didn’t need to be wearing 45 layers of clothes.  

You rambled down the sidewalk, taking the longest route possible trying to enjoy the weather and also if you were being honest with yourself, to waste as much time as possible. The longer you could delay eating alone in your apartment while you saw new paparazzi photos of Niall and Celine out at dinner, the better. You watched children being ushered away by their parents, young couples giggling and striding through the streets and an elderly couple slowly walking through the park, holding hands. Your heart squeezed in your chest, tight.

After thirty-five minutes of wandering, the sky was its darkest blue and the streetlights were glowing. You only had to walk into the shop for the owner to smile and nod at you, gesturing for you to take a seat because he already knew what you were going to order. You sat down on one of the plastic chairs before unlocking your phone and scrolling through it. You hadn’t seen any new photos or articles about Niall and Celine for a while and were beginning to wonder what tropical island he had whisked her off too, free from the paparazzi and obsessed fans. This hiatus made you want to nose dive into cement.

Soon enough your food was called and you thanked and paid the owner before quickly leaving the shop. The warm weather had left along with the light of the day and you hadn’t thought to bring a jacket.

Putting your head down, you started back to your apartment, determined to get there as fast as possible, the complete opposite to how you had walked to get your dinner. The feeling of guilt, loneliness and sadness had sunk back into the pit of your stomach and you just wanted to be rugged up in bed, watching shitty television to try and make yourself feel better.

“Stubborn thing yeh are” A voice stopped you in your tracks, your eyes widening although still looking down at the pavement. You knew that voice.

It wasn’t.

Had you missed him so much that you were imagining his voice on people? You were fucked. Quite literally deluded.

You slowly looked up at the owner of the voice before blinking. Once. Twice. Three times even. You weren’t going crazy. Your blonde haired, sky blue eyed shit head of a best friend was really standing in front of you. You realised you had been staring at him for a little bit too long, but you couldn’t find the proper words to respond to him.

“uhh, what?” You questioned, hoping that it was an understandable response.

“We’ve had fights before, but yeh usually call meh after a few hours. 8 weeks an’ nothin’. I was startin to think we’d never eat dinner again together”  

You were supposed to call him? Did he not hear you pour your heart out to him and tell him that you were in love with him? You couldn’t help but be irritated. For the past two months the only thing you had properly thought about was him, and now that he was standing in front of you, leaning against a street light, you wanted to kick him.

“I figured if you ever wanted to speak to me again you would have Niall, didn’t know it was up to me to come back to you.” You muttered to the ground, not being able to look at him.

“Wha? Just because you were rude to Celine at dinner once doesn’t mean I never wanted to speak to yeh again”

“That’s not really why Niall, and I think you know that, but I’m glad I’m forgiven for that anyway. How is she? Celine?” You could almost see the bitterness of your tone in the air as you spoke those words, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it. Either he was choosing to ignore what this was really about or he was thicker than you ever thought he was.

“Wouldn’t know,” He mumbled. You looked up at the same time he looked down, your positions swapping.


“We broke up, bout two weeks ago now, maybe three” He nodded at you, looking up from the ground

“Oh Niall, I’m so sorry” You didn’t like her, but you’d rather you be upset over him being in a relationship than him being miserable and heartbroken.

“s’not a big deal, really” He softly smiled before continuing, “Yeh probably wondering why I just showed up on the side of the street near yeh house. I actually knocked on your door, bout half an hour ago and I was just leavin. M’not following yeh”

“Oh, no I didn’t think you were. Confused that you’re standing in front of me, yes. But not worried that you’re stalking me. I’ve been thinking the complete opposite for the past two months” You chewed on the side of your cheek, not sure why a conversation with him was becoming so awkward so quickly.

Neither of you spoke for a while, not even glancing in each other’s direction as the air grew thick between the both of you. You felt sick. You hadn’t thought about what your first encounter with Niall would be like, but it definitely wasn’t awkward silence on the pavement.

“I miss yeh,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. “I miss yeh so much it’s fuckin eatin me”  

“What?” You almost gasped, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I couldn’t do it,” He started, narrowing his eyes at your shoes, breaking the eye contact before continuing “Yeh know when we were around 17 I was convinced I was in love with yeh? You were the only one who was still you after everything changed. After X factor, when things started getting crazy everyone started being so fake to meh. It’s like I couldn’t do anythin wrong. But yeh didn’t change with me, not one bit. Still rolled yeh eyes at me, told me I was an idiot when I was doing things wrong. Yeh kept me grounded. But you were my best friend, so I couldn’t think of yeh like that could I? I was so scared I was goin to fuck something up that I pushed those feelings away. Pushed em so far away I didn’t even think about them until dinner with Celine.”

“Niall, you don’t have to explain” you muttered, but he wasn’t having any of that.

“Let meh finish, please. So I hadn’t thought about any of that stuff, because we were best friends, right? Yeh don’t think about yeh best friend that way. I needed you; I couldn’t be in a relationship and mess it up, because I needed my best friend. And then when yeh said what yeh said at dinner all the feelins’ just came back. I thought they only came back because you said it, and it was meh 17-year-old self being an idiot. I had a girlfriend who I loved so I couldn’t be in love with yeh. But it didn’t go away, as hard as I tried, the feelin just didn’t go away. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone while the girl I loved wasn’t even talking to meh.”

You inhaled sharply, not sure if you had heard any of the conversation correctly or if you were making it all up in your head.

“And I know I was an asshole, I didn’t even try to speak to yeh, I’m so sorry” He finished, walking up to you properly.

He slowly lifted up his hands to gently cradle your face, thumbs wiping at the tears you didn’t even know had started to fall.

“Don’t cry over this, ‘m not worth yeh tears” he whispered, his face so close to yours.

Your heart was rattling in your chest, you were positive he could hear it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, his warm hands forcing you to forget that you were only wearing a thin jumper and that it was freezing out. Wrapping both your arms around his waist you pulled him closer to you, his scent washing over you. You knew you had missed him, but this was more than you thought.

“Niall?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He replied, keeping one of his hands on your face while winding the other around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Kiss me.”


Requests are always open lovelies :) xxx

its also 3:24 am and I havent edited this so hajhsnbhahahahahahaiskhjdha help me my brain hurts 

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Pairing: past Sam x Jess, Sam x Reader
Word count: 3,367

Part 15 of Chocolate Cupcakes

After Halloween, it seemed like time was racing by, not only getting closer to the holidays but the twins birthday was coming up at the beginning of December. You were starting to feel cranky because of the cast, so thankfully a week before Thanksgiving, the doctor finally put your leg in a walking cast.

It felt so good to walk out of his office that you almost danced instead. “This feels great!” You exclaimed. “Now I can help your mother with Thanksgiving dinner and I can play with the kids more, and more importantly, I can play with you again.” You pulled Sam by his tie closer so you could wrap your hands behind his head and kiss him.

His hands moved to your hips and he held you tight. “Oh, I plan on playing…” Sam smirked, the two of you having decided to stick to making out and such. Sex hadn’t been on the table since you left the hospital. Most nights you just wanted him close by. You were getting a bit antsy.

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Brian Epstein and the Beatles horse-riding at airline magnate Reed Pigman’s ranch in Alton, Missouri, (where they had a 36 hour break following their concert in Dallas) September 19, 1964. Photographs by Curt Gunther

After a night awake, dawdling through poker and cigarettes and beer into the early hours, we took our pick of some wild and rugged horses. Watched with amusement by Mrs Pigman, we chose our nags according to whim; Beatles first, aides next, Brian last because - alone among us - he did know something about riding horses. 

-Derek Taylor (The Beatles Anthology)

It wasn’t much fun for me. They were so relaxed and out of it that I had to drag them out of bed to get them to go on photoshoots. It was hard work because Brian worried endlessly about making sure they had tame horses and wouldn’t fall off and break a leg. Then Paul got a bit annoyed with me when I told him to toss his cigarette away. ‘Cowboys chew tobacco,’ I told him, ‘but you never see them smoking on horseback.’ All they wanted to do was play and get high.

-Curt Gunther (The Beatles and Me on Tour by Ivor Davis)

Movie Nights

Words: 3197
Sam x Reader
Warnings: none
Requested by anonymous
A/N: A sweet little bit of fluff with Sam!

Your name: submit What is this?

You sat with your feet up on the couch, curled slightly under you, and wrapped in a blanket. You were staring at the old black and white horror movie projected on the wall of the library. In your lap was a gigantic bowl of popcorn, which you were munching on absentmindedly, not tearing your eyes away from the scene.

The violins in the score rose, building in intensity and holding you in suspense. Your heart beat faster as you remained engrossed in the action on the screen.

A sudden hand firm on your shoulder made you jump, almost spilling the popcorn everywhere. You gasped and clutched your hand to your heart, which was absolutely bounding now, breathing hard, and turned around to give Sam an exasperated look. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” you asked as he laughed at you.

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The Fanboy Dilemma


pairing: wontaek
notes: a user on AFF sent this prompt to me and even though i don’t actively take requests, i liked this idea enough to write and finish it~ // i can’t write short smut i’m really sorry
words: 3,322

Jaehwan’s voice mocked him while he stalked all the way back to his room, “Wonsikie just loved his fanboys so much, hyung!”

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Little Hands, Little Poems

Happy (belated) National Poetry Day!!!!

Have some Kindergarten!Dean and Kindergarten!Cas, you guys! @lovefromdean @whelvenwings @cains-mane @flightlesscas @deanandhiscas

Dean sighed.  He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.  Mrs. Novak was always telling Dean that boys didn’t do these sorts of things for other boys, like back when he made Cas a special Valentine’s Day card or when he kissed Cas’ boo-boo better that was on his face when he fell on the playground.

But, when his teacher told Dean to write a poem for National Poetry Day, he hadn’t known what to write about.  She told him to write about something special; all he could think about was Cas. So, he had written about Cas.

He held the paper between his little hands and pouted.  He was a big boy; he was in kindergarten.  He was a big boy; he was a big brother to Sammy.  He nodded at the paper before crossing the school yard.

Cas was waiting by Dean’s mother.  He was coming to their house that day.  Cas grinned when he saw Dean.  “Hello, Dean, how was your day?”

They weren’t in the same class this year; they were in pre-K.  It took everything for Dean not to cry when they had to go to different rooms across the hall from each other.  He liked Cas’ teacher, though.  She told Dean that she would take care of Cas during the day and that Dean could take care of him after that.  Dean had nodded.

“It was good, Cas.” He held out his paper.  “I made this for you.  Well, I made it yesterday, but I got it back today.”

Taking it, Cas looked over it.  He was a better reader than Dean.  He read it aloud.  “I want to give you hugs.  We read stories on the rug.  We always watch the bees.  We carved our letters on the tree.  After school is our time.  I’m your friend.  You’re mine.”  Grinning, Cas launched at Dean and hugged him.  “I wrote you one, too, but I don’t get it back until the end of the month when it comes off the board.”

“Okay.  I’m sure it’s awesome.”  Dean smiled.  He was happy that Cas liked the poem.

When Cas pulled away from the hug, he rubbed his nose over Dean’s in an Eskimo kiss.

Dean sighed.  He was sure this was a good thing.  His momma never told Cas that boys didn’t do these sorts of things for other boys.

He took Cas’ hand and turned to his momma.  “We can go now.”

anonymous asked:

Heya! Can you write something about touou kagami? Like he gets in a fight with a member of the opposition team or gets injured by them? And aomine is like fuck no!

Hello! ^^ I chose Kagami getting injured, hope you like it!


“What the fuck?,” Kagami swears, clutching the area right beneath his ribcage, a grimace decorating his rugged features. Aomine watches his boyfriend curse at their opponent and feels his blood boil, and while his instincts scream at him to step in and protect his boyfriend, he knows better than to fight Kagami’s battles. The last time he did, Kagami ended up whooping his ass.

“I am not a damsel in goddamn distress!,” he had hollered, “I don’t need saving, Daiki!”

Aomine wants to respect that and he’s trying his best but his patience is being stretched paper thin and he knows he’s going to snap any moment, it only a matter of time.

“Fuck off,” the opponent spits out, nursing his bruised elbow as he walks away, and it’s such clear proof that the other team is playing dirty. They’ve been continuously hurting all the members of Tōō and Aomine frowns, feeling extremely helpless.

Jogging over to his boyfriends spot, he slowly places a hand on his shoulder, comforting and supportive, trying to keep his protective instinct tamed. Kagami seems to sense his intent and leans into his touch, while the referee calls for a time out.

“You ok babe?,” Aomine whispers softly and Kagami nods, a quick jerk of his head.

“I’ll live. Fucking asshole, it hurts.”

Aomine can imagine and he’s this close to killing the fucker but he holds himself back. It doesn’t stop him from keeping a close eye on him though.

He soon realises he did the right thing.

The man elbows Kagami again and simultaneously kicks his shin and Kagami stumbles and falls, and Aomine feels his world shake for a minute. He doesn’t really listen to the whistle, he’s busy running over to Kagami to make sure he’s ok, but this time he can’t rein his anger in anymore. Forget pissed, Aomine is beyond livid and he knows he needs to give that boy a piece of his mind.

Kagami is alright, but the coach insists he sit out the rest of the match. Tōō is by far one of the best schools in any prefecture and the team can manage just fine with only Aomine but Aomine loves playing with Kagami, loves trying new plays with him and syncing with him and just enjoying the sport that brought them together with him, even in a professional setting.

“Kagami,” Aomine grits out, clenching and unclenching his teeth slowly, “please. Just let me. Please.”

Kagami stares at him, at his teammate and lover and classmate and rival and best friend. Aomine is so many things to him, and he loves every persona the man takes. He loves his protectiveness and his shyness and his dorkiness and if he’s being completely honest, he’s angry as well- angry at how dirty these guys are playing and he nods curtly, knowing trying to stop Aomine wouldn’t really work anymore. He had reached a point of no return.

“Give him hell,” he mumbles, his fist connecting with Aomine’s chest in a light thump, and Aomine’s answering smile is feral, sending chills down his spine.

“With pleasure,” he croons and Kagami feels sorry for anyone and everyone who’s going to be at the receiving end of his wrath.