scratching wins

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He’s our leader. If he’s not playing next game, we’ll play for him.

A Word to Describe You -Preference-

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines


Dean

Dean couldn’t stop grinning. Normally Dean was annoyed when Bobby chose him for gun cleaning duty but he had been more than happy to help when you had been assigned the task. You were both sitting out in the salvage yard. Dean watched as you sang along with the radio, cleaning the pistols and rifles expertly without a second thought. It was supposed to be raining today but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It seemed like no matter what the sun was always shining when you were around. In general, Dean found that everything was always better when you were around. It didn’t matter if it was a hunt, a road trip, or a food run. You just always made everything better. Dean thought you were far better than anything he could ever hope to deserve and he was still confused everyday as to why you had chosen him. He was grateful for whatever it was. It meant that he was able to enjoy moments like this. You looked up at him and gave Dean the smile that was reserved for him. A smile so genuine it physically hurt Dean to look at it. He smiled back, or really just looked back because he hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d returned home to you yesterday. You laughed and went back to work. Dean continued to stare, mesmerized. You were everything he never thought he’d ever get to have. You were happiness.

Sam

Sam shouldn’t be alive. The hunt had took a bad turn and he should be dead. But you were there. Somehow you were in the right place at the right time and Sam was alive. Ever since Sam had met you things always seemed to happen that way. The motel just happened to have one room left and it just happened to be half price. Dean managed to choose the right boxes on his scratch offs to win $500 everytime. The fleeing monster would accidently take a wrong turn that led to a dead end. Nothing bad could happen when you were around. It became statistically impossible. Sam was brought out of his thoughts when you came and sat across his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and tucked your head into his neck and closed your eyes. Before long you had drifted off to sleep. He kissed your forehead and smiled. Because of you he was the luckiest man on earth, in every way imaginable. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to find them showing his favorite movie. He laughed to himself. You really were his lady luck.

Castiel

Cas kept watch as you slept. You both had just finished a hunt that left you exhausted. After you showered you had kissed Cas goodnight and immediately thrown yourself on the lumpy motel bed. You were asleep within seconds. It always surprised Cas how quickly you could fall asleep. Everything about you surprised Cas, really. He couldn’t believe that someone who had been through what you had could manage to stay such a good person. The evidence of your hardships lay all across your sleeping form. You were covered in scars, some old and some fresh. You had bruises all along your knuckles and a few on your ribs. Your bones had been broken numerous times and Cas lost track of how many broken noses he had to heal for you. You’d been to Hell, fought in heaven and ran through purgatory, like the honorary Winchester that you were. You’d seen the worst of humanity, monsters, and heavenly beings (including Castiel himself). Yet somehow through all of that you somehow managed to remain optimistic and happy. You laughed at Dean’s dumb jokes and Sam’s stupid pranks. You tried to see the good in everyone even when there wasn’t a shred of decency in them. No matter what, each day you woke with a smile and told Cas you how much you loved him every night. You rolled over in your sleep and felt around on the bed. When you found his hand you gripped it tight and sighed. Your breathing evened back out and you were fast asleep again. Castiel smiled. You truly were fascinating.

Bonus: Bobby

There was only one thing Bobby could think of to describe you. Trouble. If you weren’t off in some corner making out with Dean you were distracting Sam from his research and work. If Cas was around you ignored all the work Bobby needed you to do to watch cartoons with him instead. You ate all his food, used all his ammo, and refused to help with the dishes. Sure, you helped stop a couple of apocalypses but what did that matter when he couldn’t walk 2 feet in his own house without tripping on one of your bloodied flannels? He could hear you and Dean giggling upstairs. They’re supposed to be translating rituals he thought. Seconds later something hit the ground and shattered. “That wasn’t me!” you called out. Bobby sighed but couldn’t keep from laughing. What was he gonna do with you?

Our sweet kitten has disappeared. My son and I go out and call and call for her. He especially is struggling with the lack of closure.

Unfortunately, in life there is often a lack of closure…Why didn’t you get hired for the job? Why did the guy you went out with last week disappear? Why is your favorite cousin being so cold?

One way our little Sasha has been helpful is in teaching about freedom. We all want and need freedom. Letting people, and cats, be themselves is essential to happiness. By holding on too tight, the one loved will struggle more for freedom. But by loving each being as they are and giving freedom in their lives from outside expectations​, we allow ourselves to enjoy the experiences and treasure one another more. Additionally, the cat doesn’t get smothered and we don’t get scratched. 😉 Win / win in my book.

Just Couldn’t Let This One Go

A birthday fic for @the-captains-ayebrows. Happy Birthday dear Hollie! @lenfaz and I coordinated on this gift, so she’s going to be writing a second part. Double the pleasure, double the fun! This part’s a bit saucy, just the way you like it. Super special thanks to @seethelovelyintheworld for looking this over for me!

Summary: Emma Swan is all set to snag her perp and collect her fee, but something about Killian Jones makes him just too irresistible to turn in.

Rated: M for Most Definitely Smutty

Words: 9,000


Part One

Emma slid onto a barstool at The Davenport, conscious of the way her dress clung tightly to her legs as she parted them to take her seat. A quick glance to the other end of the bar told her she was just in time. Her mark was there, and he was alone.

Gotcha buddy. Now it was just a matter of time.

Emma smiled at Graham behind the bar, who acknowledged her presence with a nod and a look that said, “Give me a minute, Swan,” as he greeted some customers in front of him. While Emma waited for him to make their drinks she pretended to fiddle with her phone, casually making a more thorough perusal of her skip.

He looked broody, dressed all in black and bent over a glass of some kind of dark liquor, his hand clutching the back of his neck. And what a neck it was, her eyes noting the hollow of his throat and following up the defined tendons to admire the cut of his jaw, nicely peppered with scruff. His hair was black as night and looked touchably soft, even from a distance, perfectly disheveled and just a tad too long. As he dropped his hand and raised his head, the air became charged with that unnameable tension that seems to float through the air when someone can feel another person’s eyes on them. Emma knew she should look away, but she couldn’t, too curious to see what his eyes looked like.

Damn, they were blue. Shadowy, as if he carried secrets there, but framed perfectly by thick eyebrows, one of which he raised in her direction, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his too-red lips in a very knowing way when he noticed her staring.

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yes but has anyone talked about this: the foxes playing monopoly

- somehow dan and neil convince all the foxes to play monopoly together
- the upperclassmen bet on who’ll throw the first punch
- neil has never played monopoly and he’s at least mildly interested in it
- since there’s nine of them i think neil and andrew would play together
- allison is probably the best at monopoly lbr
- everytime someone gets money out of kevin he takes it as a personal offense
- as the game goes on the foxes start to crumble
- colorful and creative threats go back and forth
- andrew couldn’t care less, he’s probably been stacking the houses and hotels on top of each other
- surprisingly (or not) kevin is the first to throw punches (it’s probably nicky or aaron on the receiving end) and the game dissolves quickly after that
- no one wins

Ok so in a Cindy/Aranea relationship

I love the idea of Aranea being the spider crusher however consider these options also.

1. Cindy makes Aranea cup & paper them outside - cackling as she taunts them in their glass prison? Ok fine sugar  but murder? Absolutely no way ma’am, that dog will not hunt. 

2. Aranea will scoop them with a long handled item while she calls the poor creature names and tosses them out the window but Cindy will grab them in her begloved hand and gently set it on the back step telling it to git on outta here because she grew up and lives in a bug-heavy environment. 

3. Cindy does whatever the Eos/Six equivalent of crossing herself is then chases it with the bug spray - Aranea takes his job and one shots them every time. 

4. Aranea splats them with her hand without thinking/reflexively and gets a forehead kiss for being a hero while Cindy helps her get the legs and goo off her palm. 

5. The heavy metallic clattering of Cindy throwing miscellaneous shop items at a bug until Aranea comes and stomps with her big boots on

thank you for you time

i’m firmly of the opinion that mac arranging for their old apartment to be fixed up isn’t a plan by mac to make dennis stay.. i think it’s been in the works for a while and perhaps mac used his scratch card winnings to pay for it? yeah i believe there was no ulterior motive, mac just did it bc he loves dennis and he misses their old lifestyle (as shown by his dream in ptsdee)

whats more, i think the scene where the apartment is revealed to dennis may be the opener. consider: the apartment has finally been finished and so mac takes dennis there to reveal his surprise to him. however unbeknown to mac, dennis has recently found out that he has a child and is possibly considering leaving the gang bc of that. so when dennis sees what macs done, he short circuits bc wait…. maybe he doesn’t want to leave? and maybe he loves mac more than he lets himself think? and whilst dennis is having this internal crisis, macs patiently waiting for some kind of reaction and eventually he asks something along the lines of “so what do you think?” with a big grin on his face and dennis panics and blurts out that he has a child. roll “dennis’ double life” title card.

Get yourself a FREAK like ME 😈

For starters, today is my anniversary with RF. I cannot believe it has been a year - the most perfect year. That being said, I will always try my best to find ways to spice our sex life up. Call me a freak, but it keeps him coming back for more. If you don’t have a kinky bone in your body, I got you boo because that’s all I have.

1. As I said it before, in public areas (while shopping/dinning out/wherever you are) excuse yourself and go to the ladies room. Take your panties off and when you return casually hand it to him. It will drive him insane.

2. Head to your nearest sex store and make some friends. They have this vibrator that you have on and it comes with a remote. While you’re at dinner, put it on or in (some go inside of you) and hand him the remote. Men love power. There’s nothing sexier than pleasing a woman and no one else in the room knows but you two.

3. If he is a work or in a business meeting, I always have a little picture stored ready to play with him. I love driving him insane with those. Just press send and capture his mind.

4. It’s self explanatory: lingerie set and a trench coat (fall is coming ladies)

5. Last Christmas I gave RF a sex box with a bunch of goodies. If you check Amazon or Spencer’s, there are a bunch of scratch-and-win sex cards or coupons. I remember once, RF kept the coupon and redeemed when I was so tired. It was so funny, I could not resist.

If you ladies have any more freaky tips, feel free to add because I’m always looking for more

Let the Games Begin (strip soccer)

“Let’s play a game.”

I roll my eyes at Tyler, not exactly in the mood for games after the extremely draining task of weeding through, then responding to all of my emails.

“C'mon, it’ll be fun, promise,” he pleads.

“What game?”

“So it goes like this: there’s a soccer ball and two goals.  I try to get the ball in your goal, and you try to get it in mine.  Whoever gets the most goals wins.”

“…Tyler, that’s just soccer,” I sigh.

“Yep.  Only in this version, every time you get a goal, the other person has to remove an article of clothing,” he smirks.

“Oh my god,” I groan.  "I’m not doing that.“

"Pleeaase,” he pouts, shoving me around a bit to annoy me.

“Go away.”

“Fine….pussy,” he says, cracking up when he sees my expression.

“Shut up.  I’m better than you at soccer, you’re a basketball player,” I mumble.

“Yeah?  Why are you so afraid then?” he taunts.

“I’m not!  Fucking come on, I’ll play your stupid game,” I seethe

Tyler just chuckles, grabbing a ball and making his way down to the basement.  I follow him reluctantly.

When we get down, Tyler gathers random objects from around the room to make goal boundaries.

“So how many goals should we go up to before someone wins?” Tyler scratches his chin thoughtfully.

“Well I’m only wearing so many articles of clothing,” I roll my eyes.

“Good point,” he grins.  He pauses for a second before shouting “Threetwoone Go!” and before I can react, he punts the ball through my goal.  

“Go ahead,” Tyler smirks, motioning for me to remove my sweatshirt.

“Cheap shot,” I grumble, pulling the hoodie over my head and quickly discarding it.  I then go to retrieve the ball, feeling more determined than ever to rid him of his annoyingly cocky attitude.

I race towards his goal while he’s still basking in his victory, intending to catch him off guard, but he catches me at the last second and pulls the ball out from under me.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna beat me, babe,” Tyler taunts.

“Just go,” I growl.  "You don’t even stand a chance.“

A half an hour later, we’re both sweaty and out of breath.  Tyler stands across from me in just his gym shorts, watching as I pull off my t-shirt and grumble about how unfair his latest goal was.

He rolls his eyes at me and I decide that that is the final straw.  I lunge at him, knocking him down and easily tapping the ball into his goal.  I grin widely and turn around, fully prepared to gloat to him; but when I go back to face him, I see his limp body on the floor a few feet away from me.

"Jesus!” I cry out, rushing to his side and kneeling beside him.  "Oh my god, oh my god.“

"Ah-hh, baby?” he says weakly.  

“Where does it hurt?  What happened?” I scan his body, trying to find the source of his pain.  When I reach out to feel for any broken bones, I feel him grab my arms and pull me down on top of him.  I struggle against his bare chest, shifting on top of him to look at his face.

“Fuck you, Tyler, do you know how worried I was?” I screech, shaking my head at the smug grin decorating his face; all traces of his previous anguish have completely vanished.  "You are such an asshole.“  I wrench myself from his grasp and clamber to my feet.

"Aww I’m sorry babygirl, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Whatever.”

“I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you then, huh?” Tyler gets to his feet.

I am about to ask what exactly he means by that, when he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“What the hell?!”

“C'mon, love, we’re already half naked, the rest is easy,” he laughs.

When we get to our bedroom he lets me down, but quickly shoves me back down on the bed.  He licks his lips as his eyes graze my body.  

“God, you are fucking perfect,” he mumbles, quickly ridding me of the rest of my clothes.  Tyler crawls on top of me, still in his shorts, and gently presses a finger against me.  "Mm, someone got wet playing soccer.“

He finally slips a finger, then another, inside me; and begins to thrust and curl them.  He chuckles at the way I squirm under his touch.

"Fuck, just get inside me,” I groan, having had enough of his teasing.

“Oh no, you’re not in charge here,” he chides softly.  "Maybe I should just leave you here for a while, make you beg for me.“

"No!  Please daddy, please fuck me,” I smile when I see his jaw tighten from hearing the pet name.

“Just because you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he says, slipping out of his shorts and briefs.  He slides his tip into me, waiting for me to grind down against him and beg him for more.  When he gets what he wants, Tyler slams himself into me all the way.  I arch my back against the sheets at the sudden feeling, and he quickly begins to set a pace.  Tyler thrusts into me quickly and harshly, and I find myself close to my orgasm already, having gotten so worked up during the game.  I begin to clench around Tyler, and he groans, slipping a hand between us to rub at my clit.  He pushes me over the edge, and I bite my lip to stifle the moans spilling out of my mouth.

“Good girl,” he breathes heavily, coming up to his own end.  He manages a few more sloppy thrusts, before spilling into me.  Tyler then collapses on top of me, trying to slow his breathing.

I press a kiss to his lips, and he smiles down at me sweetly, saying: “I think I have a new favorite sport.”

Lovebirds (Peter Parker x Reader) (Requested)

Request: Hiii! I’ve read your imagines and drabbles, and they are so good! I have one request though! Could do one with Peter x female!reader, where some ‘evil villain’ suddenly attacks the avengers tower? Kinda similar to the scene where ultron and the other robots attack the avengers in the tower. Also, could you do the scene similar to where Bruce falls on top of Natasha but with Peter and the reader? Idk, I just thought it was hilarious and cute of how flustered he got..😂 sorry this is long!

A/N: Reader has got the power of teleporting! This is a bit rushed since I am supposed to leave in 5 minutes for my birthday party, so I haven’t edited it 😅 I hope it is nice anyway!!! xx 

It had been a relaxing day at the Tower, just chilling out and watching movies. You were wrapped up in a blanket, your head resting on Peter’s shoulder, eyes almost closed. You had been trying to get Peter to notice your liking towards him for the longest time, but he was so oblivious. As you were about to close your eyes completely, you heard the glass walls break. Opening your eyes to see clearly, you saw a group of around thirty men, armed with guns, pointing at each of the Avengers. You didn’t know how, but in a few seconds, they were no longer pointing at you, and there was a huge fight going on between your friends and the men. You felt Peter leave -probably to put on his suit, and you teleported to do the same, since being a teenager you didn’t want people to recognize you.
All dressed up and back in the living room, you started to fight. Using your powers and the fighting skills Natasha had taught you, you made your way through the men, getting a few scratches, but mostly winning. Everyone seemed to be doing well, but you didn’t see Peter. Starting to get worried of the thought of something happening to him, you teleported to his room, not finding him there. Teleporting back to the living room, you were almost shot by one of the men, and when trying to move, you fell to the ground. Teleporting behind the man, you hit him on the head, making him pass out. You then hid between the couch and the wall, trying to get your gun ready, which for some reason was blocked. You could hear your friends fighting, some of them already tired, and just as you were about to get up and help, you felt somebody collapsing on you.
‘Shit, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, you know… I’m sorry’ Peter said. He was right on top of you, one of his hands on the ground and the other extremely close to your boob. Looking down at his hand, he looked too, and removed it really quickly, rambling more. ‘Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpo-‘ he was cut off by Tony, shouting and moving things around.
‘Okay, guys! Fight is over! Has anybody seen Parker and [Y/L/N]?’ Tony asked. As you heard his steps approaching you, you teleported with Peter back to your room, pushing him off you just as you got there. He took off his mask, his cheeks still red, and he took a glance around him.
‘I had never been in your room’ he said. That was true -you had been in his multiple times watching movies, but you liked to keep your room as something private.
‘Well, if we had stayed there and Tony had caught us in that position, he would probably joke non-stop for months, and this was the first place I could think of before teleporting’ you said with a shrug, trying not to blush at the thought of how close you had been to Peter moments ago.
‘About that, I’m sorry -I was pushed and didn’t see you and you know, I-I didn’t mean to touch you in an inappropriate way -not that you are ugly, cause you are not! You are extremely beautiful! I mean-shit, I’m rambling, I kind-‘ he was rambling so much by this point, and even if you found it funny and adorable, you wanted him to shut up.
‘Cut it, Parker’ you said, and approaching him you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. You could tell he was startled at first, and just as you were about to pull apart, he pressed you closer to him, and softly unlaced your mask, careful not to pull your hair. Pulling apart to remove it, he threw it to the bed and pulled you close to him once again. Just as you two were about to lie on the bed, your door flung open, and pulling apart extremely quickly, trying to act as if nothing happened, you both looked at who it was.
‘So here they were, our lovebirds finally actually acting like lovebirds’ Tony said, a smirk on his face, the rest of the Avengers behind him, giving you guys a thumbs up. You wanted to be ashamed, but hey, you had gotten to kiss your crush, and you didn’t really care about the rest.
Looking back at Peter, you saw him smiling at you, and using your powers to quickly close the door and be back in his arms, you smiled back at him.
‘I had been wanting to do that for so long, ya’ know’ he whispered before pulling you close again, kissing you and pressing your body to his.

[fic] night shift

hak/yona
written for hakyonaweek day 1: first (meeting)
summary:
She enters the restaurant with a sway of hips, her six-inch heels clacking on the marble tiles. She can feel the way people turn and look at her. But she only has eyes for the gorgeous black haired man in a trench coat… nsfw. modern au. 
notes:
beta’d by the wonderful, talented, gorgeous Kat @sawamura-daichis-thighs!! Couldn’t have done this without your continuous support and guidance, so thank you, love. 

Yona tightens up the large white fur coat around her, her jet black heels click-clacking on the marble ground, her curls bouncing on her shoulders.

She enters the bar with a sway of her hips and, while she’s certainly not the only one who’s dressed rather provocatively, she gets a few appreciative stares that make her self-conscious.

Walking over to one of the bar stools, she orders whatever drink that comes up first on the menu. She’s too anxious to enjoy it.

Her client is late.

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Poor Unfortunate Soul (Paper Mario Edition)
Doops and Goombs
Poor Unfortunate Soul (Paper Mario Edition)

When Mario and Goombella see that in order to get the Crystal Star they need to get the champion’s belt from Rawk Hawk, they go to the only clubba that they think can help them. But they might be biting off more then they can chew when Grubba offers them a contract to sign…

Lyrics by myself and @askthegoombas. Additional vocals by @askthegoombas. Now pardon me, my throat needs a gallon of water.

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Seriously? (3/?)

Summary: After a bad hunt with The Winchesters, you find yourself parting ways after 3 years of hunting alongside the two  . The minute you’re on your own you make a new life, a life without the Winchesters . But what happeneds hen you’re forced back into each other’s lives ?

Warning: Swears, Dean being an ass ,making out(barely).

Pairing: Dean x reader ( slightly ) , Sam x Reader 


   Sam insisted on driving together to Bobbys, when he pulled the puppy eyes you couldn’t say no .  So now, you are stuck in the back of baby listening to the boys talk . You’ve been texting Jamie most of the ride, he was worried about you since you took the week off.  You cant help but smile down at your phone as you reply to one of his dorky texts.

“ Who are you texting Y/n?” Sam asks, you try to wipe the goofy smile off your face before he can see, but it was too late.Busted

You clear your throat, “ Jamie , the detective you two met the other day.”

“ So , you and Detective Reagan?” Sams sporting an amused smile at your blushing cheeks.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“ Its not anything Sam . Quit trying to gossip with me.” you flick his nose making you both laugh .

“ Didn’t look like nothin last night.” Dean grumbles .

“ What was that Dean ? I swear I just heard you butt into my business .” you snap .

“ Guys , come on  . We are stuck together until we finish the hunt with Bobby. Its going to be rough enough without you at eachothers throats, just cool it for a few days . ”

Neither you or Dean say another word on the way to Bobbys . You know Sams right, the last thing any of you need is to be distracted when it comes to a hunt.  I can push this a side for a couple days , right? 


      You’ve been at Bobbys for almost two days waiting for other hunters to show up . No one could put a number to the pack of wolves, but Bobby was sure it was over 10 . Finally, the last of the back up arrives and the game plan is revealed .  The pack is staying in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a small town about 3 hours away . There is 10 of you , and bobby separated the group in a group of 3,  another group of 3 and then a group of 4. Each group of hunters was assigned one of the three floors of the house.  You , the Winchesters, and Bobby are on the top third floor .  You all agree to ride together in Baby . As the car ride starts, your nerves start to act up. Its been a while since you’ve done a wolf hunt, your last one ended with your stomach nearly being clawed open.  It’ll be okay . There’s probably more of us than there is of them . 

Wrong. You were so wrong. There was 14 in the pack, you don’t know how the others are doing on there floors, but you’re getting your ass kicked on yours. Bobby stayed on the lower level with the others, saying you three could handle yourselves.

 You’re tumbling around on the floor with one of the females from the pack as the boys fight off the males that were on the floor. There was 5 of them on your level,  Dean and Sam took out two already . 

 You manage to get your hand free enough to shove your silver blade through the girl heart, groaning as her body slumps on top of you . You roll her off of you and bolt to the boys. You watch as Sams body smacks into the wall with a sickening thud . His gun falls from his grip , before you can move to snatch it the wolf he was fighting gets it.  He doesn’t aim it at Sam though , he whips around, aiming it at Dean as he plunges his knive through wolf number 4 .

“ No!"  you shout ,you dive at Dean , both of you hitting the ground as a bullet is released  .Dean lands on his back with you on top  of him . You are both heaving, chests pressing against eachothers.  Your faces are extremely close, if lean forward your lips would connect with his. 

You hear a high pitched whimper, then a thud. 

” If you two are done gazing into eachothers eyes , we should go help downstairs.“ Sam says as he wipes off his blade.  You clear your throat, lifting yourself off Dean. You reach your hand down to him, he takes it allowing you to help him up . Neither of you say a word as you follow behind Sam  .

   No one was severely hurt, just bruises and scratches ; which is a win in your book.  You have a few scraps on your face, and bruises scattered over your body  . The boys seem to have the same . After cleaning everyone up at Bobbys,Most of the hunters declined, leaving to pursue other cases.  It was just you , the Boys and Bobby again,  it was a unanimous vote to break open a few bottles of whiskey. 

 Bobby turned in an hour ago,  you and the boys are just sitting around the table ,  it was mainly you and Sam talking . Dean was weirdly silent .

” Don’t you miss hunting Y/n?“ Sam asks

” Of course I do  . I love being able to save people, to make a difference.“ you admit as you fidget with your glass.

” Then why’d you leave us? I never took you as an apple pie-“

Deans eyes widen as his brother speaks, ” Sammy don’t-“

Originally posted by cas-dean-sam-supernatural

” What are you talking about Sam?“ You ask, confusion clear in your face.

” Dean said you left because you wanted out of the life. But you said the other day you still hunt a little and you just helped-“

 ” You are one son of a bitch Dean Winchester" you growl as you glare at him.

He stays quiet, his eyes not leaving his glass.

“ I left because your brother didn’t give me a choice Sammy. He said I was too reckless and the both of you didn’t want to deal with that.”

Sams eyes shoot from you to Dean , before he can scold his brother Dean decides to jump in ,

“ From what happened today , it seems like things haven’t changed either Y/n.”

“ So I was suppose to let that wolf shoot you then? ” you ask, your grip tightening on your glass .

“ I’m a grown man, I can handle myself.” Dean spits.

“ You will never fucking change , will you !” you push away from the table and storm out the back door . 

Originally posted by sophiabushgifs

You cant make out what is being said, but you can hear the boys arguing from your place on the back porch .

You hear the door creak open behind you , but you dont acknowledge it .

“ I should of told Sam the truth . "  Deans voice is light. When you dont respond he continues. ,” I knew It was my fault you left, I couldn’t handle sam blaming me too . It was easier making him think you did it on your own.“  Fucking coward.

” Why did you really make me leave Dean. No bullshit . “ you sigh , finally turning to face him .

” You kept risking your life for us . You had no regard for your own safety , the minute you saw one of us in danger , you’d throw yourself infront of us.“ 

You go to argue but he stops you , ” Just listen okay? You can bitch at me all you want when I’m done. “ You hesitantly nod in agreement .

He takes a deep breath before he starts again, ” I know I’m a hypocrite,  this is just different though. You- I cant- ugh.“  you hear the frustration in his voice. You step forward , cupping his cheek lightly  . You look over all the cuts on his face, gently tracing the ones on his cheek with your thumb. You pray he doesn’t push your hand away , before this would be a normal act between the two of you . Comforting Dean is a reflex , even though you should be pissed right now you cant help but fall into this routine.  He leans his cheek against your hand, releasing a deep breathe .

"Dean-”

Originally posted by yespleasedanielgillies

“ I knew Bobby would know where you were, he finally caved a few months ago and told me  .  I didn’t need Sam to creep for your address at the station, I already knew it  .  I’ve sat infront of your house twice, but chickened out everytime. ”  He what now?

“ I regret that day , i knew as soon as you walked out that door i was wrong. The thought of something happening to you scared the hell out of me.  I couldn’t lose you , but i did  anyway  .  " 

Your chest tightens at this vulnerable side of Dean . You sigh , tilting his face until his eyes meet yours.

” Don’t you realize that I’m just as scared of losing you? Dean i- you didn’t lose me okay ? I shouldn’t of said that the other night. Why did you flip out like that though D? I’ve never done that when you-“

 His lips cut you off as they land on yours. You squeak in surprise, but once his hands tangle in your , you’re a lost case. You move your lips with his in a slow , passionate kiss. When he moves away , your lips involuntarily chase after his.

Neither of you say a word as you stare at eachother with wide eyes.

 Well, that was unexpected.

Originally posted by ionmyway

 

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i got in trouble today

im sorry. im sorry for stealing from that boy. i was hungry, i had no lunch money, and he wasnt eating his snacks or keeping an eye on them. but in my defense, there’s a principle in nature that almost every creature knows. it’s called survival of the fittest and, check it, this is how it goes. the animal that wins gotta scratch and fight and claw and bite and punch. and the animal that doesn’t winds up as someone else’s lunch. munch. im just saying how bad can i be? i’m just doing what comes naturally.

grantaire reading jehan’s favourite poems to him over the phone on nights when jehan finds it hard to sleep because he wasn’t sleeping anyway

grantaire visiting fantine’s grave with cosette every year because even though his family sucked he knows the opposite was true for her

grantaire cancelling plans so he can watch over gavroche because eponine needs a night off more than she knows, and the kid isn’t that bad anyway.

grantaire getting a winning scratch card and slipping it in bossuet’s bag because the guy deserves some good luck, come on

grantaire dressing up as jean valjean and helping marius figure out how he’s going to survive through dinner with the man without breaking something because as much as he teases marius about it, he knows how much cosette means to him

grantaire convincing feuilly to move in him, because he doesn’t always remember to pay his bills or wash the dishes, and it has nothing to do with the fact that the split rent would mean feuilly might actually manage to get some rest between his shifts at work, nothing to do with that at all

grantaire sparring with bahorel even though he’s tired down to his bones and still has bruises from the last time they sparred, because he’s the only one that’ll spar with bahorel and everybody needs to let off some steam once in a while

grantaire asking joly to come with him while he picks up his prescription for his anti-depressants, because he knows that joly forgets about his coughs and colds just for a little while when he has the chance to help others

grantaire taking combeferre to a butterfly garden and finding a bench that he declares is ‘too comfortable to get up from’, that just so happens to be where the moths are, because combeferre was starting to get that furrow between his eyebrows again.

grantaire spending nights at courfeyac’s house pressed up against him watching awful action movie after awful action movie, because he knows that sex and intimacy are two very different things, and sometimes courf needs the latter more.

grantaire letting himself into enjolras’ apartment and restocking his fridge while he cleans the place up, because enjolras has that big debate tomorrow that he’s been stressing about for weeks and he knows how much the blond likes coming home to a clean and tidy apartment

grantaire grinning when he sees a smile on his friends’ faces because he put it there

grantaire taking care of his friends without expecting a thing in return

grantaire

anonymous asked:

"No!" Nico exclaimed. "The only thing he's forced me to do is drink water and not shadow-travel." The girls smirked. "Have you two kissed?" Piper asks. Nico flushed. "I'll take that as a yes." "We made a bet, I guess. And I won. So, um-" "What kind of bet?" Nico scratches his head."Whoever wins gets to plan the date, and I don't know what to do. I don't want to mess it up."Piper laughs. "I doubt Will will be disappointed in anything you pick. He's been pining for you forever." Nico was surprised

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Piper thought that Nico and Will were cute together. She’d watched more than enough attempted flirtations. “I’m so happy for you guys!” Annabeth smiled next to her. “You’re so cute together, and I can finally stop watching Will pine for you.” Nico looks confused. “What do you mean? Pine?” Piper waves him off. “Ask Will.” “Is he respecting you?” Annie asks. Nico flushes. “He’s so considerate. Gods, he wouldn’t even go visit his mom until I promised him I was okay. He’s so … ” Piper smirks.
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“That’s besides the point,” Nico tried to Will away his blush. He didn’t need the girls running around telling camp how he was blushing when while he was talking about Will. It was already bad enough that he had to ask for advice. Though Nico knew Annabeth and Piper would never share information he wasn’t comfortable with other people knowing. “I don’t want to let Will down. He’s done so much for me, and I just want to repay him, even if it’s only a little bit. I was thinking of taking him to the beach.” Nico had no idea if that was romantic enough for a first date or if it was too public, that was why he was here asking Piper an Annabeth, anyway. “I guess I just wanted your opinions.”

Some of My Pirate101 Headcanons

•Subodai actually loves books and reading, but doesn’t tell anyone due to the fear of it ruining his tough image.
•The Presidio/Parent’s Death companion you get used to read your pirate bedtime stories. (And they still do sometimes.)
•Ratbeard has a huge crush on Bonnie Anne.
•El Toro constantly talks about Mustang Sally and writes her letters whenever possible. (Unless you are a swashbuckler.)
•If your pirate is a Swashbuckler, El Toro and Mustang Sally constantly speak all lovey dovey to each other. Your crew also has contests to see who can stand the lovey dovey talk the longest. (So far Old Scratch is winning.)
•Your starter companion gives your Pirate piggyback rides to the life fountain if you lose/flee/get knocked out in/from a battle.

I really liked making these up! Please tell me if you want to see more, or if you have some of your own ideas!