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Like Father, Like Son

Title: Like Father, Like Son

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 2,167

Request: @imboredsueme - Reader and Sherlock have a really bad argument and break up, she realizes she was pregnant with his kid. Years later her curious son tracks down the detective.

A/N: I’ve hit 1,000 followers!!! This is crazy and I couldn’t have ever imagined this would happen. Anyway….. This was the most requested of all my imagines in my ‘to-do’ list so thanks to everyone who voted and please enjoy! If you’d like to request an imagine message me or leave me an ask, my plates pretty full right now but I’ll add it to the list and hopefully get to it soon. If you’re not on my tag list already and want to be let me know! As always- feel free to message me if you need anything or just feel like saying hello!


    “William?” You bellowed from the kitchen. Your son hadn’t come down for dinner yet and you were beginning to  worry.

    “William your food’s gonna get cold, love-” You marched through the hall and opened his bedroom door, losing your voice when you saw his window open and his sheets tied to the drain pipe outside.

    “William!” You shrieked and ran to the window, sticking your head out. You looked at the drop from the second floor, it wasn’t much but you still worried for your small child.

    Pulling your head back inside, you yanked the window closed and began searching for a sign of where he’d gone. You turned and noticed your phone lying on his dresser. That wasn’t where you left it, your eyebrows scrunched together and you read the screen it was left on. A Google search - Sherlock Holmes- leading to his website with his address: The Science of Deduction.

    You cursed yourself for ever telling William his name. You could barely keep up with him, he was always 12 steps ahead of you, and he was only 6! Sighing, you looked out the window once more, knowing where he must have gone.

    You grabbed your phone and keys, running out of your flat. His name floated around your head. Memories that you had tried to forget stringing back together in your mind.

     “How many more times is this going to happen, Sherlock?” You yelled, you’d been stood up one time too many and you were sick of it. Sitting there, promising the waiter he would come, only to be left sitting there an hour later. All eyes on you as you left some cash at the table and finally gave up.

    “It’s never seemed to bother you before.” He argued.

    “Oh I promise you it has. You’re just never around to notice it.” You yelled back.

    “Well I’m sorry if my job is a little more important than you.” He growled. Your stomach dropped. You knew he felt that way, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, and it killed you.

    “I see…” You said quietly, shaking your head and turning towards the door.

    “Y/N, I didn’t mean-” he began, realizing what he said.

    “Yes you did, Sherlock, that’s the problem. You did mean it. I’ve never been enough for you, I’ve never been more important than your cases. I can barely hold your attention for more than a few minutes. Sorry I wasn’t clever enough or fascinating enough for you.” you yelled, grabbing some of your stuff and shoving it into your bag.

    “What are you doing?” He asked, seriously.

    “What does it look like genius?” You shot back.

    “You’re leaving.” He spoke, as if it was a question.

    “Not that you’ll notice.” You responded, truthfully.

    “Don’t go.” He pleaded, but he didn’t sound very convincing.

    “Make me. Sherlock, tell me I mean more to you than a case does. That you’d rather spend time with me then be out solving some crime. Tell me that, honestly, and I’ll stay.” You pleaded. If he couldn’t tell you that, then your relationship wasn’t going where you thought it was.

    You waited for an answer. His mouth moved as if he was about to speak, but stopped and he looked to the floor, he stayed silent for far too long.

    “Goodbye Sherlock.” you scoffed, closing the door, ending that chapter of your life.

     Your feet hit the dirty pavement, running, praying. You knew Baker Street was only about a mile away, but you prayed that’s where he was. That he’d be okay, that if he was anywhere it was there. Because if he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have a clue where to find him. Even if he is there, you weren’t ready to face this. To be drawn back to him: Sherlock Holmes.

    Ever since William was born he had been causing you trouble. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just so much smarter than you and so curious. It scared you how much he reminded you of Sherlock. Jesus, he even looked exactly like him. A miniature little Sherlock running around wreaking havoc on your life. But you loved the havoc, and you loved your son.

    You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant with William.

    “Mate, I’m going to the store do you need anything? Tampons? Food? Breakup ice cream?” Sharon, or Shazza as everyone called her, asked you on her way out of your shared flat.

    “No thanks, I’ll be fine.” you laughed, but stopped when your roommate closed the door. You hadn’t needed those in a while… you counted on your finger how many months it’s been since you last period. Jesus.

    You called your roommate a couple minutes later after frantically flipping through your calendar to make sure the dates lined up. You were trapping your foot anxiously, hoping she could discreetly pick up a pregancy test for you.

    “Shazza, could you do me a favor?” You asked hurriedly when she picked up the phone.

    “Finally gonna let me set you up with that guy from my spin class?” You could feel her smirk through the phone.

    “No, listen while you’re out I need you to pick up something for me.” You spoke slowly.

    “Sure love, what?” She asked, casually.

    “A pregnancy test.” You whispered into the phone. No one was around but you felt embarrassed.

    “Are you serious?” She yelled back.

    “Shh, yes.”

    “I thought you were on the pill!” She exclaimed, just as shocked as you were. You could only imagine the looks she was getting in the store right now.

    “I am!” You retorted.

    “I swear to God if that bastard knocked you up–” She began, but you stopped her mid-rant.

    “Shazza! Please just get one…” You pleaded.

    “Jesus ok, I’ll be home soon.” She said, hanging up the phone, leaving your mind to wander until she returned to confirm your suspicions.

    You’ve always heard it said that waiting for a pregnancy test result was “ the longest five minutes of your life”. You thought that was an exaggeration but jesus were they right.

    “What does it say?” Shazza asked after the timer went off.

    “I don’t know, I can’t look. You do it.” You closed your eyes, scared.

    “Oh my god,” Was her only reply.

    “‘Oh my god’ what?” Your eyes flew open, scanning her face.

    “You’re pregnant!” She jumped, a genuine smile on her face.

    “I’m pregnant…” You couldn’t help but be happy, you’ve always wanted a child. Although you pictured it happening differently.

    “Are you gonna tell him?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

    “No.” You answered simply.

    “No! Why not?” She yelled.

    “Because! Because he hates kids, he’d never have time for a family. Frankly the best thing will be for him not to know, I can take care of this child on my own, thank you very much.” You said proudly.

    “Damn you’re stubborn,” she smiled and shook her head,”but I’ll be here, I’ll help you in whatever you need.”

    “Thanks Shazza.” You hugged her.

    “Anytime, love.”

     That was how William was brought into your life, a surprise at every turn since. All you wanted to do was protect him, and you feared in protected him you only caused him more pain.

    You had managed, raising a child on your own, but you feared he needed some fatherly contact that you just couldn’t provide.

    You were half way to Baker Street when it started to pour. You tried to catch a cab but none of them would stop. You were splashed by a passing car and groaned.

    You should have known this would happen, that he would search him out. It was just last week that the questions you normally avoided were given answers.

     “Mommy…I know you don’t like talking about it, but I have this family tree project for school and I…well my tree is half empty.” William held his drawing up to you. You were struck with a pang of guilt.

    “You don’t have to tell me now, only a name, I’ll understand.” He said, he always knew how to outsmart you.

    “Oh, baby, come here.” You patted the bed next to you and he jumped up. He positioned his paper and pencil and looked up to you, ready to write it down.

    “Sherlock.” You said quietly, it tasted strange in your mouth, foreign almost.

    “And his parents?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. He really had you wrapped around his finger.

    “Uh.. Wanda and Tim.” You took a moment, hardly being able to remember. You’d only actually met them once, and they didn’t even know you and Sherlock were dating at the time. That must have been… almost 8 years ago now.

    “And did he have any brothers or sisters?” He asked. Thinking back on this you wondered if his ‘family tree project’ was even real, or just a ruse designed to get you to give up the name of his father.

    “A brother, Mycroft.” You watched as  he filled in the enlarged leaves on the tree and jumped off your bed.

    “Is that it?” You asked, surprised at his sudden absence.

    “Yes, thanks mummy!” He rushed away excitedly, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but let it go and got back to your work.

     You were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street, soaked to the bone, frantically knocking on the door.

    “Y/N?” Sherlock answered the door, surprised to see you.

    “Is he here?” You asked hurriedly.

    “You’re soaking wet.” He said, pulling you inside.

    “Is he here!” You asked again.

    “Upstairs” He nodded. You ran past him, taking the stairs two by two, thanking God you weren’t wearing heels.

    “William!” You yelled, Sherlock was rushing behind you. You stepped into a familiar living room that hadn’t changed a bit only to see your son sitting by the fire sipping tea. Wearing his favorite shirt,little tie and coat.

    “Jesus I was so worried.” You knelt in front of his chair and hugged him, inspecting him, making sure he was okay.

    “I knew you would be, but I had to know, I’m sorry mummy.” He looked guilty. You kissed his forehead, knowing this time would come some day.

    “Y/N…” Sherlock said from the doorway, you stood and whipped around caught off guard, forgetting he was there.

    “Can we speak for a moment” He motioned out to the hall. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you to create some warmth and comfort. You were still soaking wet. Your hair dripping slightly onto the wood floors.

    “Is he mine?” He asked, wasting no time at all. You looked up to him and nodded.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

    “Why would I. We had just broken up, I wanted nothing to do with you then.” You answered honestly.

    “And now?” He asked, hopefully.

    “Now?” You asked.

    “Now I’d like to be able to spend some time with my son. He’s almost too smart for his own good. I mean jesus he looks just like me, I want to make sure he doesn’t turn out like I did.” Sherlock looked to the floor.

    “What are you saying?” You reached out and took his hand, you could tell he was struggling to find his words and you tried to comfort him.

    “I’m saying I’d like to help, in any way you’ll let me. I’d like to be there for him. I’m sorry, for the way things ended, the way I treated you, never being there. I’d like to be there now. Please.” He spoke with so much sincerity that you would argue this wasn’t the same Sherlock you left 6 years ago. Something had changed, he’d changed, seemingly for the better.

    “Alright, but only because he needs his father. I’ll need time, Sherlock, to adjust to this.” You whispered, realizing how close the two of you were standing.

    “I know. Thank you” He kissed your forehead, and headed back inside the living room, only to see William looking through old case files on his desk.

    “What’s this?” William asked curiously, raising a photograph in the air.

    “A beheaded nun.” Sherlock said, casually glancing at it.

    “Jesus” You rushed over to the desk and pulled the picture out of his hands.

    “Cool.” William said, now curious, wanting more of Sherlock’s crazy life.

    “Most certainly not cool.” You said. They both looked up to you and rolled their eyes. Like father, like son.

    You couldn’t help but smile at how similar they were, and how your life had seemed to fall back into place. Your son gained the father he’d secretly needed, and you gained back the man who was once the love of your life.

    It would be hard: going back to some sense of normalcy, forgiving sherlock completely, but watching your son look upon him with admiration and love was going to make the process so much easier.

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Batfam and Selina headcanons
  • Selina: *Waiting inside the Manor for Bruce to go on their date casually tapping on her phone*   Jason: *Slides beside her and smirks flirtatiously* hey there.  Selina: *Without looking up from her phone* No.
  • Alfred the cat loves Selina, meanwhile, Damian watches hiding behind various objects whispering “traitor”
  • Tim and Selina have the closest relationship between the batkids, this is because Selina used to bump into Tim all the time when he followed around Batman and Robin, she would bring him blankets and food, after all, she has a thing for strays.
  • Dick: So if you fall do you land on all fours? Jason: Do you get high of catnip? Tim: Shouldn’t you be a magpie themed thief since you like shiny things? Cass: Do you purr? Steph: Is tuna your favorite food? Bruce: *dies of embarrassment* 
  • Dick: *Subtly trying to catch Selina’s attention with a laser pointer* Bruce:!!? Dick: Testing a theory shh! science is happening
  • Selina tried to pinch Damian’s cheek once cause she thinks he’s adorable, her hand has a permanent bite scar 
  • Barbara, Steph, Cass and Selina teaming up against the boys during game night, Mario Kart and Wii Sports are Batfam favorites. There are no winners, only survivors
  • Takes Barbara, Steph and Cass shopping and for coffee every month so they gossip about the boys and trade secrets and advice
  • Tim: *secretly places a cucumber behind Selina while she’s busy and videos her jumping in fright before turning the camera to himself* CAT-SPIRACY!!
Voice over:  Meanwhile, King Arthur and Bedevere, not more than a swallow's
             flight away, had discovered something. 
Knights of Ni: Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni! 
Arthur: Who are you? 
Knight of Ni: We are the Knights who say.....   "Ni"! 
Arthur: (horrified) No!  Not the Knights who say "Ni"! 
Knight of Ni: The same. 
Other Knight of Ni: Who are we? 
Knight of Ni: We are the keepers of the sacred words: Ni, Ping, and Nee-womm! 
Other Knight of Ni: Nee-womm! 
Arthur: (to Bedevere) Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale! 
Knight of Ni: The knights who say "Ni" demand..... a sacrifice! 
Arthur: Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who 
        lives beyond these woods. 
Knights of Ni: Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni!  Ni! 
Bedevere: No! Noooo!  Aaaugh!  No! 
Knight of Ni: We shall say "Ni" to you... if you do not appease us. 
Arthur: Well what is it you want? 
Knight of Ni: We want..... 
(pregnant pause) 
                             A SHRUBBERY!!!! 
(dramatic minor chord) 
Arthur: A *WHAT*? 
Knights of Ni: Ni!  Ni!!  Ni!  Ni! 
Arthur; No!  No!  Please, please, no more!  We will find you a shrubbery. 
Knight of Ni: You must return here with a shrubbery... or else you will never 
              pass through this wood...   alive. 
Arthur: O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a 
Knight of Ni: One that looks nice. 
Arthur: Of course! 
Knight of Ni: And not *too* expensive. 
Arthur; Yes! 
Knight of Ni: Noowwwww.... GO! 
Arthur: O Knights of Ni.  We have brought you your shrubbery.  May we go now? 
Knight of Ni: Yes, it is a good shrubbery.  I like the laurels particularly. 
              But there is one small problem.... 
Arthur: What is that? 
Knight of Ni: We are now *no longer* the Knights Who Say "Ni"! 
Other Knights of Ni: Ni!  Shh! Shh! 
Knight of Ni: We are now the Knights who say "Ekky-ekky-ekky-ekky-z'Bang, 
              zoom-Boing, z'nourrrwringmm". 
Other Knight of Ni: Ni! 
Knight of Ni:  Therefore, we must give you a test. 
Arthur: What is this test, o Knights of..... 
        Knights who 'til recently said "Ni"? 
Knight of Ni: Firstly, you must find.... 
                      ANOTHER SHRUBBERY!!! 
(another minor chord) 
Arthur: Oh not *another* shrubbery!! 
Knight of Ni: (excitedly) THEN... Then, when you have found the shrubbery, 
              you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly 
              higher, so we get the two-level effect with a little path 
              running down the middle. 
Other Knights of Ni:  A path!  A path!  A path!   Shh, shhh.  Ni!  Ni! 
Knight of Ni: Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the 
              mightiest tree in the forest... 
              Wiiiiiithh....  A HERRING! 

chloekins12321  asked:

Hey have you seen any fics where stiles self lubricates? It would be cool also omegaverse fics are cool your blog is amazing btw!!!

Thank you ^_^ Here are a few I can rec with omega/self-lubricating!Stiles:

Duty by ChloeWeird

A petrified omega. An ambitious alpha. A wedding night four years in the making.

All My Stars Aligned by Green (Stetopher)

Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.

Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

When It All Falls Apart by Peter Hale (ElderArthurMaxson)

Stiles doesn’t know what to do.

He’s on the verge of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He hates himself, hates what he is, what he’s not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He’s about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.

His mother used to tell him; when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way out is up. But what’s the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the Devil’s waiting for you with an army of lawyers?

And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.

He just didn’t figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.

By The Time I’m Finished With You by Twisted_Mind

And then Peter’s forcing himself inside, and Stiles knows the knot hasn’t fully expanded yet, knows there’s more to come, and he’s suddenly terrified. He didn’t ask for this. Hasn’t ever taken a knot, not even a fake one, and what if he can’t? What if it’s too big, hurts too much, tears him apart?

Peter leans down and kisses up the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “Shh, shh, baby. Don’t be scared. Just let it happen. You’ll be okay. Your body was made for this.”

Sir Peter: A Knight’s Tale by WithMyTeeth (Ylith)

Peter is a Knight competing in a local joust, and Stiles is Duke McCall’s Omega ward who is to be given in marriage to the tournament champion.

Lucky by Udunie

Stiles should have called himself lucky that he only had two Alphas. He heard of omegas who were mated to five - he couldn’t even imagine how they survived.

Ever since the eighties - when parents gained access to dynamic tests early in the pregnancy - the number of omegas born dropped dramatically. Even though the government prohibited the practice five years ago, the numbers were still very, very skewed.

So Stiles was mated to an Alpha couple. And he was about to be killed by them.

Hey Lover, I Got a Sugarcane by pibroch (littleblackdog)

“Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.

“What?”  Derek sounds completely thrown.  “Stiles, I don’t think- Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here.  Peter isn’t talking.  He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close.  He actually bit me when I tried to take back my pillow.  I nearly lost a thumb.”

“Derek.” The reality of this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice.  “Just trust the omega, okay?  Tell him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”

“Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101” by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.

This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain’t Right by taylorpotato

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn’t been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he’s around an Alpha that’s not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he’s not one. He’s an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

Creature In My Bloodstream by Rrrowr

This isn’t Stiles’ first heat, but he’s still adjusting to how irregular they’ve been lately. So when Stiles’ next heat begins without warning, he’s already peeved about it by the time that Peter - naturally - melts out of the shadows to play some kind of knight in shining armor. It’s no surprise that Peter has decided to make himself a nuisance during one of Stiles’ more vulnerable moments.

Possesion. (BAEKHYUN, werewolf!au, Mating Season series) *NC-17*

Originally posted by omgfishy

Possesion.- Baekhyun, werewolf!au, Mating Season *NC-17*
Warning: Smut.


“No, Chanyeol, please~!!” another of your pleas and squeals were interrupted by Chanyeol’s rumbling growl, when he flipped you on the couch and pounced.

Why was Baekhyun getting so mad from this? He wandered himself as he stood in the kitchen, his sharpened senses hearing the entire conversation that lead to the fight.

“Are you still going to call me a floppy-eared parody of a wolf?!” Chanyeol’s voice roared and Baekhyun could easily imagine what he was doing to you at the moment. Deciding this was the time he would reveal himself, he waltzed into the living room almost nonchalantly, as if his inner beast wasn’t already barring his fangs at his best friend and mate, tickling each other on the couch.

Your outfit was definitely not for a roughhousing round with Chanyeol. The short skirt was moved up due to your kicking; showing your innocent white panties that you wore underneath and your tank top was getting pulled to the side, revealing the top of your bra.

Before he could stop it, a snarl was tearing through Baekhyun, loud enough to stop the two of you.

“B-baek?” your confused stutter and uncertain reaching for him had his beast sizzling down, but just a little. Baekhyun forced a smile on his face.

Normally, he wouldn’t really mind- he knows Chanyeol is happily mated and he has eyes for no one else than her, but Baekhyun woke up that morning to an uncomfortable tightening in his body.

Mating season is coming on.

“What are you doing to my mate?!” Baekhyun roared and jumped on Chanyeol, ripping him off you and throwing him on the ground. A feral grin settled on Baekhyun’s face a second before he successfully got the giant werewolf in a headlock while trapping his arms against his body by wrapping his legs around his torso.

“A-ah, no, Baek! She started it, I swear-Jesus fuck, Baek! Ow!”Chanyeol’s pleas for forgiveness were accompanied by your twinkling laughter, to which Baekhyun turned his head.

“She did, huh?” his voice was no more than a honeyed rumble and your laughter died in your throat, because he was wearing that grin again and his eyes flickered red.

Immediately, you sat upright, straightening your skirt over your legs and made sure your shirt was the right way.

You didn’t get why Baekhyun decided to join in on your fighting- usually he stands by the side and cheers you on while you kick Chanyeol’s ass. Yet today was different.

You saw him before he made himself noticeable. The look he had on his face made you shiver under the giant’s fingers. He looked so perfectly pissed, the fire in the pit of your stomach ignited.

You could say you definitely loved when Baekhyun was angry. He looked so hot when his gaze straightened and he pursed his lips, every muscle in his body tightening. You knew that he had a beast inside him that could rip out at any time, but when he was pissed, the only thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him and let him do whatever he wanted.

“I surrender, I surrender, fuck, Baekhyun!” Chanyeol yipped in defeat, his muscles falling limp in submissiveness against Baekhyun.

Baekhyun chuckled, finally letting go and standing up, stretching out. When he arched his back, his shirt deliciously rolled up and it made your mouth dry. Holy shit, you had a hot werewolf mate.

The flame in the pit of your stomach died however, when he turned to you with the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here to save you!” he patted your cheek affectionately before bopping your nose cutely.

“Kyungsoo made dinner, I was to call you two.” he referred to the wincing giant on the floor as well, stretching his arms as well.

“Yah! It’s getting cold!” the cook’s voice called from the kitchen and Baekhyun was out of the room sooner than you could realize, whining and screaming “Nooo~!”, leaving you confused on the couch.

Maybe you just imagined the red angry eyes, and he was being playful after all.


“That was really nice of Kyungsoo that he invited us to dinner.” you commented as you fished for your keys in your purse. Baekhyun hummed in reply and it made you look at him from the corner of your eyes. His hands were shoved down his pockets, shoulders hunched and tense and his posture almost…cautious? As if he was waiting for something.

You shook it off with a shrug, letting out a victorious “Aha!” as you go the keys out.

“I wonder how he knew that I wante-Baek!” you didn’t even have the chance to reach for the light- the ground disappeared from under you before you found yourself on your back in your pitch-black hallway.


“Shh~” he warned you, his lips pressed tightly against yours, in-between spreading your legs and ripping away the panties that had him testing his patience all night long. When his lips trailed downwards, pausing only for a second to bite your breasts lightly before continuing, his tongue giving a firm flick over your clit, your head fell back with a moan.

“Yes~” you mewled, your legs spreading wider apart for him and your hand burying in his hair, pushing him down on you some more.

Your tiny pleas were drowned out by the sudden lewd noises as he started to lick mercilessly up and down your pussy, hitting all the right places to get you wet. A shiver ran through your body when Baekhyun growled, pulling your body closer to his mouth by your thighs, fingers biting hard into your flesh.

The tip of his tongue ghosted over your entrance for a while before he suddenly changed his mind, deciding to wrap his lips around your engorged clit and sucked.

Your body arched with a scream that was muffled when Baekhyun clamped a hand over your mouth. He held it there tightly, before opting to slip two of his fingers inside your mouth, urging you to suck on them. With a broken moan you followed out it silent command, your lips closing around his fingers and tongue playing with the moving digits while his assault on your nether parts continued.

Your back writhed on the carpeted floor and you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to do- move closer or scoot away. In that moment, it didn’t matter because Baekhyun’s fingers were already sliding out of your wet cavern and down your chest. With another accompanying snarl, Baekhyun’s claws ripped through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed to his teasing fingers.

“Baek, ah~, wai-“ you tried to lift yourself on your elbows, but you couldn’t even see his face. With another sudden movement, he grabbed your thighs and pushed them behind your head, leaving you on your shoulder blades and all opened up for him.

Baek! Hnng~!” your cries fell on deaf ears and Baekhyun growled in warning when one of your legs wanted to move their position. A hard hand fell on the back of your thigh, the slap leaving a stinging sensation in its wake, as he pressed it down even more, until your feet were by your head.

You tried to say something- to plead at him to stop because it was becoming too much, because of the gathering heat in between your legs, because of the pressure it was causing on your chest, because you were currently on your hallway floor and he was eating you out like there was no tomorrow…

That was when he dipped his face a little lower and he thrust his tongue into you . It left you a bit breathless at first, until his tongue started moving in and out of you, mocking the way he would do it with his fingers or cock.

“Oh god! Baek! Ah, Shit, Ahh~!” your stream of curses was interrupted by the two of his hands clamping down on your mouth.

It was coming, oh god, you were so close, just a few more times, please…your hips ground desperately against his mouth and Baek quickened his pace with his tongue and with the last thrust that ended by doing that  thing with his sinful lips and your clit had you screaming, sobbing into his hands.

Oh god, you can’t remember when was the last time you came so aggressively.

It was so pleasurable, almost to the point that it hurt, and so you scrambled in his arms, rolling on your stomach and ripping his mouth form your womanhood.

“No, Baek, please~” you sobbed, mad with pleasure when Baekhyun flipped you on your back again with a snarl before he heaved you up by your waist and pushed your legs back to your head, now closed tightly together. He dove in one last time that had you writhing and sobbing. It was as if he didn’t even care that you were making so much noise anymore, both of his arms holding you upright and tongue flicking in between your folds. Your body shuddered with the unspeakable pleasure that wrecked through you. Baekhyun milked you for the last bits of your orgasm, until you slumped lifelessly in his hold.

His chest rumbled as his hand possessively grabbed at the back of your neck and tilted you to him, kissing your lips deeply. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you feebly reached for him.

Instead of romantically gathering you into his arms, something which Baekhyun’s always did and you loved, he threw you over his shoulder.

“Baekhyun! What are you-“

“Bad girls should be punished, ___-ah.”

“W-what did I do, though?!” his growl was exquisite as he placed you over the dinner table, face down and ass up, knees spread wantonly for him.

“Only I’m allowed to make you squeal.” he grated, mercilessly pushing two fingers into you and ignoring your shrieks of pleasure.

“So I’ll fuck you so hard and make you come so many times, you won’t have a voice for the next fucking week.”

Law is Law (Laurens x Reader)

TW: Drugs, bad relationship with dad, my lack of knowledge of crimes, maybe swearing???

Summary: You are a cop (a job you didn’t want). John, however, is a drug dealer


You grumble and get out of your car, wishing that you had followed your dreams instead of your father’s dreams for you. He wanted you to be stronger than your sister who was raped while she was in college. He called her weak and “a pathetic excuse for a daughter”. You were absolutely horrified. He cut her off from the family because of something that she had no control over. He wanted you to be better than her. He forced you to go into law enforcement. You figured you wouldn’t get passed the first week, but you passed the entire course. With flying colors. You quickly climbed your way up the ladder and became one of the top agents, which meant you had to go undercover quite a bit. Today wasn’t going to be any different from most. You had already arranged the deal (with the help of an inmate), so all you had to do know was get the dealer.

You walk around to the back of the gas station and gently whisper the code word the inmate gave you. A tall man with his curly hair pulled back into a ponytail emerges from the shadow like the opening to a “political” movie that only white men and women get offended by.

“Four ounces of-(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

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anonymous asked:

4, 6, 14, 43 for Peter Maximoff pls? 💕😄


Mission Blues (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Being stuck in any vehicle with Peter was definitely annoying. However, you’re surprised by Peter’s fear of flying when you’re on a flight with the speedster. Getting over your annoyance, you comfort him.

Word Count: 804 (A little short, I know)

Prompts: 4. Please refrain from shooting her him, we you need her him for later. 6. That’s french for ‘go away’. 14. Please. Just hold my hand. 43. Shh…I’ve got you. Find the prompt list here

It had only been about five minutes since you had left for your most recent mission and you were already ready to be done with it. You prided yourself on being a fairly patient person but a certain silver-haired speedster was testing your nerves. Now, there wasn’t inherently wrong with Peter but he had a tendency to speak too much. He actually reminded you of a toddler in many ways: he spoke too quickly, he fidgeted a lot, and he was extremely impatient. Most of the time you were able to handle him.

However, you were getting a sudden urge to shoot him right now. He had asked at least 15 times in the last couple of minutes, “Are we there yet?” You figured that had something to do with his mutation; he probably didn’t have very much experience in waiting. A small amount of time later, Peter had resorted to poking you. Your hand hovered over the gun strapped to your thigh but you took a deep breath and told yourself, Please refrain from shooting him, you need him for later. Charles wouldn’t have asked you to bring him otherwise.

It would seem that this flight would be a strain on your stress management skills.

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Some Things Are Meant To Be

It had been a long few months. Everyone knew that Rafael had wanted to be a judge for some time. After you two had gotten married he decided that he wanted to spend more time with you. He loved his position as ADA but it kept him away from home and you two had talked about starting a family. He did not want to be one of those parents whose kids only saw them at the breakfast table. The conversation had sparked after his abuelita died. She had always told him he would be a judge. So you took a break trying for kids and spent all your time doing whatever you needed to help Rafi get there.

That was six months ago. At the beginning it was fun but the last half you had just been so exhausted and had been sick a lot. But tonight was the night of the results and you hoped that after this, things might cool down.

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So the themes of choice and identity in Moana were much more present to me on a second viewing (everyone else probably noticed the first time but I’m a few sandwiches shy of a picnic so shh.)

Maui said that the ocean was crazy and nonhelpful because of its seemingly sporadic decisions of when help people and who to choose. But that’s not true: the ocean tested Moana at the beginning: take the pretty shell, or help an ocean creature? Only after she made her choice did it begin interacting with her.

Her grandmother accepted her choice to remain as village chief without exploring other possibilities. “You said it’s what you want.” only after Moana pressed the issue was she given the option to learn more about her people’s past.

The ocean lifted her every time she was knocked overboard… But only after she began swimming in that direction anyway.

The ocean also accepted her choice to end the journey return Te Fiti’s heart, and her grandmother’s spirit reassured her that this was okay to do, nobody would think less of her for it. “She makes her family proud…” When she realized she wanted to go through with the mission on her own after all, she had to dive in and retrieve the heart herself without assistance.

The entire movie beginning to end was Moana’s choice. A freaking fantastic message to share to little girls. I’m thrilled my nieces saw it with me.

Purring Dragon

I hit writer’s block this past week, so I started messing around with fluff today and it seemed to help. This is the first thing I’ve finished in days. It’s short, but it’s something :)

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“Gray…” Natsu murmured, the name barely coherent in his unconscious state.

Gray looked down at the fire mage draped over his body. His head was settled on the left side of his chest, face resting beside his guild mark.

The sight quickened his pulse. A smile tugged on Natsu’s lips and he nuzzled his face against pale skin.

“Loser.” Gray whispered, hand trailing his dragon’s spine. Natsu sighed, his intake of breath sharp.

A smile broke out on the ice devil’s face, fingers brushing over the nape of his boyfriend’s neck before continuing into his hair.

He stroked through the soft, pink locks, revelling in the silky feel between his fingers.

His fingers stilled. ‘The hell was that?’ Gray swore he had felt a small rumble in Natsu’s chest.

He must have been imagining things. He slowly let his fingers continue to work through the mass of pink on his chest. He gently pressed his fingertips against Natsu’s scalp and his chest began to vibrate again.

What was that sound? The delicate rumble coming from the man on top of him? Gray eyed him curiously, moving his digits faster.

The delicate rumble got louder, traveling through his chest to flutter in his throat.

The smile on Natsu’s sleeping face got bigger as the sound began to thunder out.

Hold up, was Natsu… purring?

Gray blinked. His boyfriend was fucking purring! How adorable was that? He’s such a –

“Gajeel!” Levy’s revelation last week came back to him. “Gajeel, I’m your… your…”

“My what, shrimp? Spit it out already.”

“I’m your mate!” She exclaimed excitedly, cheeks flushed.

“Eh? How could you possibly know that?”

She held up the book she was reading, The History of Dragon Slayers. “It says in here that a dragon slayer can purr, just like you did the other night when I was giving you a massage, and –”

“Oi! I told you not to bring that up again!” Gajeel crossed his arms over his chest.

“Shh!” Levy insisted. “As I was saying, dragon slayers can purr, but only their mate can cause it! Gajeel, I’m your mate!”

Mate..? Mate?!

He was Natsu’s mate. Dragons mated for life.

Tears pricked at Gray’s eyes. He had laughed at Gajeel’s shock, indignant as he sputtered on about Levy not needing to feel obligated.

This was nothing like that. Gray felt sheer love and pride course through him as Natsu’s purring picked up in pace.

Gray brought his free hand up to join his first, testing to see how loud he could make the fire mage laying on him.

The happy noises resounded through the room, spreading the warmth from Gray’s chest to his face.

Gray laughed when Natsu purred so hard he snorted.

“Huh, wha–” Natsu mumbled, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. “Why’re you playing with my hair?”

“Because you like it.” Gray gloated.

“Pfft. Do not.” Natsu snorted.

“Do too.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it, Ice Princess.”

Gray smirked. Natsu was gonna flip when he learned that Gray found out he was his mate before Natsu had any idea.

100 AUs LIST

1.       ”You’re stuck at 18 years old until you meet your soulmate” AU

2.       “Alice in Wonderland” AU

3.       “You work at my son/daughters playschool/kindergarten” AU

4.       “Everything I write/draw comes to life” AU

5.       “The Witch Hunters” (Hansel and Gretel) AU

6.       “We watch the same show, what do you mean you don’t ship X? Come here, let me tell you why they are so perfect for each other” AU

7.       “I’m a hairdresser and you are one of my regulars and I might be in love with the feeling of your hair” AU

8.       “You are a regular in the coffee shop I work at and every time I’m your barista I write a bad pick-up line on your cup” AU

9.       “You’re the customer that gets back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways” Coffee shop AU

10.   “Whoops I just fell face first into your crotch and this is really awkward” AU

11.   “I was actually screaming and moaning over a fictional death, but you thought it was sexual screaming and you came over to tell me to shut up” College AU

12.   “I called you hot and randomly made out with you in the street for a YouTube video, but you kissed me back so now I don’t know what to do” AU

13.   “You’re a stranger but the kiss cam at the baseball game is filming us and oh, okay, you’re straddling me and now everyone is cheering” AU

14.   “I’m here with four other friends and I had to sit alone in this rollercoaster, so hi. Also, I’m terrified of heights and really don’t want to be here” Theme Park AU

15.   “I’ve never met you but now we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven and you smell really good” College AU

16.   “Hey I sort of know you and my roommate just brought home a stranger and they’re going at it pretty hard, can I stay here please?” College AU

17.   “It’s 2 AM, why the hell are you baking and can I have some?” Roommate AU

18.   “You meet up with a cute guy from Tinder but he turns out to be your roommate’s ex” AU

19.   “We share a hospital room and we’re sharing our embarrassing stories about how we get injured and please stop talking, laughing hurts, wait did you just say I’m pretty when I laugh?” AU

20.   “Dirty Dancing” AU

21.   “I’m in hospital and you’re my nurse and I keep telling you “fight me” but you just say “maybe later” every time. Now I’m getting released, and I won’t see you anymore, wait is that a note from you in my bag telling me to fight you and is that your number?” AU

22.   “You can’t see the color of your soulmates eyes until the day you see them for the first time” AU

23.   “You’re really tall and I’m really short and I’m hiding in this cabinet for reasons so shh” AU

24.   “We’re the only single people at this wedding table, let’s get drunk and bitch about everyone together” AU

25.   “You’re a private detective and I’m a notorious cat burglar” AU

26.   “You live across the hall and hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one night stands” AU

27.   “I’m supposed to be studying for a test and I really dislike parties but my crazy roommate dragged me here. You feel the same, great let’s leave and get something to eat and share crazy dorm stories. Oh god please stop talking, I’m laughing so hard my drink is coming out of my nose” AU

28.   “You’re a Hufflepuff and I’m in Slytherin but you just saved my life, now I owe you?” Harry Potter AU

29.   “Team Free Will as babies” Babysitter AU

30.   “I write erotic poetry about you and now you’re wondering why I asked whether your eyes are more forest green than sun-dappled” AU

31.   “We’re both in the ER for some really stupid reason. I lie and tell some very sketchy story about being a badass and you just admit your story, prompting me to laugh my ass off and tell you the truth” AU

32.   “I’m at the library wearing my Ravenclaw shirt reading mythology books and suddenly my HP books fall out of my bag and you notice, but instead of laugh you just say “20 points to Ravenclaw” and now you are asking me out” AU

33.   “You got stood up on a date at the coffee shop I work at so I gave you a drink on the house” Coffee shop AU

34.   “We’re both somehow lost in Disney World and stumble across each other, let’s be lost together” AU

35.   “The Truman Show” AU

36.   “We’re best friends and you drag me to your brother’s wedding because you don’t want to go alone and now everyone thinks we’re dating which I hate because I really want to date you but I’m too afraid to make a move and risk losing you, wait you are feeling the same?” AU

37.   “My best friend set me up on a blind date, wait aren’t you the guy in my psych class that compete with me way too much?” College AU

38.   “You feel all of your soulmate’s pain, both physically and mentally” Soulmate AU

39.   “We’re both conductors working next to each other, I’m in charge of the sting instruments and you everything else and you keep dancing while you conduct and I won’t take this anymore, please stop, but also don’t because I’m kinda getting fond of it” AU

40.   “I fell off my bike and broke my leg and thank God you are here because no one else is and also I haven’t seen you since this morning and I kinda missed you” AU

41.   “You are the dance teacher for my daughter’s dance class and I tell you I stay here to watch her dance but I’m also flirting with you, oops” AU

42.   “We own two bakeries/restaurants just next to each other and we are rivals, but shit I might have started getting feelings for you” AU

43.   “Team Free Will Jeopardy” AU featuring Host!Gabriel (inspired by the fan art going around with the same theme)

44.   “I’m in the middle of nowhere trying to hitchhike to civilization because my car broke down and I know it’s the middle of the night but you are the only one crazy enough stop for me please help me” AU

45.   “I run the daycare your kids are in and you are a single dad to my favorite kids attending it” AU with a possible side of “I’m already in a slightly abusive relationship, stop being so flirtatious, omg I’m blushing”.

46.   “I’m in the military and I’ve come home early to surprise you” AU

47.   “I’ve locked myself out of my apartment and you’re the annoying neighbor that sings loudly at three AM, why are you inviting me to stay over for the night when I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you, no wait who cares I never knew you were this cute” AU  

48.   “I’m the merman spying on you because I think you are cute when you get all excited over a new discovery” Marine biologist AU

49.   “You keep coming to the observatory I work at to learn about the mythology of the stars and I’m pretty sure it’s to impress me but you keep getting things wrong and I have to correct you. Okay I’m just going to ask you out now because this is too cute to ignore” Astronomer AU

50.   “I’m a music producer and I’m very impressed with your voice” AU with a side of “I can sing too, but nobody knows, shh”.

51.   “You rang my doorbell and keep trying to convince me that you are from an alternative universe and I’m your favorite book character. You keep saying that “you know how it will end” and you want to change that. Which mental hospital did you escape? Wait how did you know that would happen?” AU

52.   “I’m taking a classical studies class and I’m having problems with Latin, please help me?” AU

53.   “This guy is always making my life miserable and now he pushed me into you, sorry. Shit you are cute, oh wait WHY ARE YOU KICKING HIS ASS?!” High School/ College AU

54.   “I’m on a really crappy date with a dumb asshole and you are my waiter PLEASE HELP ME” AU

55.   The Proposal AU

56.   “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward” AU

57.   “I fell asleep on your couch after a party and you didn’t complain, you just made breakfast for the both of us” AU

58.   “We’re in different cabins and should be competing against each other but we totally ship you two together so now we are working together to get you together, clever right?” Summer Camp counselors AU

59.   “Medieval Coffee shop Pet store Wolf!verse” AU

60.   “We’re both acting in the same play” High School AU


62.   “I got in a car accident and you were the pedestrian who took me to the hospital” AU

63.   “My family locked me up because of a curse that makes me have the nose of a pig and the only way to break it is for me to marry a rich guy, and you are the only one who hasn’t run away after I told you” AU

64.   “I designed your sister’s wedding dress- YOU NEED A DATE?” AU

65.   “Omg you’re the best dance partner I have ever had but yoU REALLY PISS ME OFF!” AU


67.   “We’re neighbors and we have rival sports teams” AU

68.   “I think trash day is Tuesday and you think its Monday but neither of us know because we both get up early and work super late so we’re never home to actually find out when it gets picked up” AU

69.   “It’s NOT an emotional movie, the theatre is full of dust OKAY?!” AU

70.   “I’m a street performer and you decide we’d make a great duet” AU

71.   “We hooked up one time and then got set on a blind date, but now I know you’re not the guy who bangs me, who are you?” AU

72.   “I’m not scared of you, please freeze over this lake so we can skate” Jack Frost from “Rise of the Guardians” AU

73.   “I’m deaf and you are trying to learn sign language just so you can communicate with me, you are so sweet why would you do something like that?” AU

74.   “We’re neighbors and I’m ten years younger than you but I’m in love with you and I think you love me too, why are the world so cruel?” AU

75.   “You’re my dad and I love you to death but if you try to set me up on a date with your friend’s son/daughter, who is like my best friend one more time I will kick you in the shins. Also meet x, he/she is my boyfriend/girlfriend, yes she/he is the daughter/son of your other friend, what are you going to do about it?” AU

76.   “I never have time to read/listen to music/watch movies, but something happened and I can’t live this basic life anymore so I’m gonna write a list and do all the stuff I didn’t do before” AU

77.   “I’m in the navy, working on an amphibious ship filled with marines and you are a higher ranking marine that keep telling me I look familiar and you are surprised when you find out my dad was a marine called Winchester because you knew him” AU

78.   “I’ve had a crap day and the bottom of my shopping bags just broke and all my groceries are all over the ground and I’m sitting here in the middle of the parking lot crying my eyes out. You are really nice, thank you for helping me picking my stuff up and holy crap you are cute” AU

79.   “You are the most demanding drama queen customer ever and all my coworkers hide when you come in, shut up everyone I’ll take his order this time even though I only work in the kitchen. Why are you stammering and blushing and can’t look at me?” Coffee shop AU, with bonus points for “What were you guys talking about, he/she isn’t that bad” “How did you accomplish that, what kind of witchcraft did you just use?!”

80.   “I’m a dimension traveler and I’ve taken you to this alternative universe where we are both just actors on a show to prove to you how important and loved you are” AU

81.   “You’ve been playing the cello in a band and I always listen to you play during a free period, but I never show my face” AU

82.   “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and I don’t want to tell you I was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and I don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when I’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life” au

83.   “My date stood me up and the waiter keeps asking me if I’m ready to order, but I keep saying no and I know everyone in the restaurant is looking at me with pity and I keep feeling more and more terrible about the situation. I’m going to leave now, but wait you are a stranger who just sat down in front of me and apologized for being late before you whispered to me to just go with it and that whoever stood me up is a dick. Why is this the best date I’ve ever been on?” AU

84.   “You are a ghost and I’m Clairvoyant and you won’t leave me alone” AU

85.   Soulmate AU where a tattoo tells you how old your soulmate will be when you meet

86.   Soulmate AU where you have a stripe across your wrist with the color of your soulmate’s hair and when they dye their hair the stripe on your wrist changes too

87.   Soulmate AU where you have have a tattoo that tells you what your soulmate is most passionate about and if that changes so does your tattoo

88.   Medieval Era AU

89.   Soulmate AU where you have a timer on your wrist counting down to when you meet your soulmate

90.   “I’m in love with my boss” AU

91.   “My car is crappy and you’re the only mechanic open this late” AU

92.   “I’m in a tough spot because I slept with you on Saturday and I come to class on Monday to see that you’re my new professor” College AU

93.   “We’re dating and I’m trying to make it as an artist” AU

94.   “Sam and Dean is my brothers and they help me get rid of the bullies that’s always after me” Normal life AU

95.   “Getting married while drunk in Vegas” AU

96.   “We work at different companies that’s about to become one and for some reason our bosses thought they would introduce our two teams by making us fight each other in a paintball match and omg I just hit you in the balls, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” AU

97.   “You sit behind me and poke me every time I fall asleep during 9am lectures thank you can I buy you a coffee?” AU

98.   “Our suitcases are identical and we accidentally picked up the wrong one at the airport” AU

99.   “Being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead” AU

100.  “I’m a bartender and you just came in here without shoes on, , sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is but I’m scared to ask” AU : 0.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 4)

A/N: Hello Friends! Chapter 4 awaits. I hope you enjoy! I have a question, though. Do you guys prefer shorter or longer chapters? Please let me know so I have a better feel on how to write the story! 


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“Let me out guys!”

Dean and Ranger stood in Bobby’s house, backs against the door that lead to the basement.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” said Dean. He stood up and started walking towards the living room.

“What was I supposed to do?” I asked. “You were in hell Dean. Sam barely wanted me around, I had to tread lightly. When you came back I had to keep my mouth shut or he’d run again.” I said.

“What were you supposed to do?!” yelled Dean. He turned and faced me, his face full of anger.

“You were supposed to tell me that our little brother was killing himself! You were supposed to tell me Ruby was turning him into a monster! God dammit Ranger you we’re supposed to protect him.”

Dean turned around and walked away, leaving me in the hallway.

“You did the right thing.” said Chuck out of nowhere.

In my mad state, I replied out load.

“What, you can hear my conversations now? Shit Chuck, is this what you couldn’t warn me about? Huh?” I asked, getting mad at him for some reason. I never got mad at Chuck, but right now I couldn’t control myself.

Chuck, on the other hand, was used to my outbursts, even though they had never been towards him. He stayed calm.

“Actually, no. That’s not what I couldn’t warn you about at all. Listen Range. Just do yourself a favor and keep your eye on both of your brothers.” said Chuck.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. Dean hadn’t done anything I thought I was supposed to be concerned about.

“Yeah, he hasn’t. Damn him reading my mind.

“Not yet at least. Just keep an eye on both of them. And Castiel.”

“That’s it? That’s all you’re gonna give me?!!” I asked, clearly irritated.

“Range?” I jumped and turned around, Dean standing in the doorway.

Chuck blocked me off.

“What are you doing?” asked Dean, obvious that he heard me talking.

“Nothing.” I quickly walked by him and into the living room.

Bobby poured two glasses of whiskey and handed them to us. We could hear Sam still from the basement.

“Stop! Stop!”

“How long is this gonna go on?” asked Dean.

“Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one! No telling how long it’ll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it.” said Bobby, taking a seat.

The phone rang and Bobby answered.

“Hello… Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I’ll kill you.”

“What’s up with Rufus?” I asked, drowning my whiskey.

“He knows.” said Bobby.

The phone rang again.

“I’m busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important.”


“Poor baby.”

Sam looked up to see his Mom standing in front of him, wearing the same white gown she died in, and blood covering her stomach.


“Sam, you look just awful.” said Mary.

Sam laughed.

“Let’s hear it. Go ahead.” said Sam, clearly disappointed in himself.

“What do you mean?” asked Mary.

“You’re disappointed. You never thought I’d turn out this way. I’m a piss-poor excuse for a son. Your heart is broken. Am I close?” asked Sam.

“Not at all. You’re doing the right thing, Sam. What you’re doing is brave. You’re not being crazy, you’re being practical. Sam, I am so proud of you.” said Mary, whipping stands of Sam’s hair out of his face.

“But- but Dean, and Ranger, god-“

“Your brother doesn’t understand. I was raised a hunter from a long line. We understand that there are gonna be hard choices. And we do what we have to do to get the job done. Yes, our family is cursed. But you- you have the power to turn it into a gift. You and your sister.” said Mary.

“Ranger? What does she have to do with any of this?” asked Sam, confused.

“Your sister has secrets, Sam.  Ones she’s kept her entire life. I’d talk to her if I were you. You two were always the closet of the three of you.” said Mary.


Dean stood outside in the salvage yard, standing as if he were waiting for someone.

Castiel appeared at the sidelines, standing under a light.

“Well, it’s about time. I’ve been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now.” said Dean, his voice obviously scratchy.

“What do you want.” said Castiel, coldly.

“You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois.” said Dean.

“What do you mean?”

“Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something.” said Dean.

“Well, nothing of import.” said Castiel, trying to get Dean to drop it.

“You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?”

“Dean, I can’t. I’m sorry. Get to the reason you really called me. It’s about Sam, right?”

“Can he do it?” asked Dean. “Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?”

“Possibly, yes. But as you know, he’d have to take certain steps.”

“Crank up the hell-blood regimen.” said Dean with a sigh.

“Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There’s no reason this would have come to pass, Dean. We believe it’s you, Dean, not your brother. The only question for us is whether you’re willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it.”

“If I do this, Sammy doesn’t have to? Ranger’s left out?”

Castiel gave Dean a concerned look, as if he knew something Dean didn’t.

“If it gives you comfort to see it that way.”

“God you’re a dick these days.”

Dean walked a few steps away from Castiel, sighing.

“Fine, I’m in.”

“You give yourself wholly to the service of God and his angels?” asked Cas, full of suspicion.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Say it.”

“I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys.” said Dean.

“You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father’s?” asked Castiel.

“Yes, I swear. Now what?” asked Dean, just wanting this to be over.

“Now you wait, and we call on you when it’s time.”

My eyes shot open, my hand automatically reaching for my forehead, rubbing away the headache.

Dean, what have you done?


Sam sat on the floor of the panic room, his whole body twitching. Black veins began spreading across his palms and up his arms. He gets up and looks in the mirror, black veins spread across his face.



Dean, Bobby, and I stood in the living room. I had yet to say anything to Dean. I was still in shock of the fact that I kept having visions.

We could still hear Sam from the basement.

“Bobby! Range! Help! Hey! Hey! Guys! Guys! Help! Dean!”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels’ bitch?” asked Bobby.

Dean gave him a look.

“I’m sorry, you prefer sucker?”

I looked up at my older brother.

“After everything you said about them, now you trust them?” I asked.

“Come on, give me a little credit, Ranger. I’ve never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan.”

“Then why in the hell did you-“ Dean cut me off.

“Because what other option do we have? It’s either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?” asked Dean.

“I see your point.” said Bobby.

I stood and listened for a moment, realizing something.

“You hear that?” I asked.

Bobby and Dean looked at me and listened for a moment.

“Yeah, that’s a little too much nothing.”

The three of us ran to the baseman door and down the stairs to the panic room.

I opened the peephole to the room. Sam was lying on the floor, having a seizure.

“What if he’s faking?” asked Dean.

“Dean!” I said, looking at my brother in annoyance.

“You really think he would?” asked Bobby.

“I think he’d do anything.” said Dean.

“He’s not faking.” said Chuck, out of nowhere.


Sam was thrown across the room and slammed against the wall.

“That ain’t faking.” said Bobby.

We burst the door open and ran inside.

“We’re gonna have to tie him down for his own safety. Dean? Range? You with me?” Dean and I stayed silent.

“Guys! Before he has another fit!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get it over with.”


I stood in the hallway next to the basement door by myself. After having one too many discussions with Dean and Bobby, I decided I needed a breather. I wanted to check on Sam, I just hadn’t gotten the courage to go down yet.

I hated this.

I could read my brother. I could tell what he was thinking. I could see what he thought about Sam. Then there’s me. The sibling that had been hiding something her entire life.

Dad was right. I can never tell Sam or Dean. It was too dangerous, especially to me.

“You know the more you think badly about yourself, the more I can feel it, right?” asked Chuck.

I jumped a bit. I thought he had blocked me off. I leant against the wall with my arms crossed, smirking.

“That’s what you get for being able to read me so well.” I replied.

“Do me a favor, Red?” asked Chuck.

“Yes?” I asked. I turned and faced the opposite wall.

“Don’t think badly about yourself. Ever.”

Shaking my head with a laugh, I blocked Chuck for once and decided to go downstairs finally.

“Someone here?” I heard Sam say from the bottom of the stairs. I quickly hid, blocking myself from view. Sam looked around before walking up the stairs, walking directly past me as I hid in the dark.

What the heck? There’s absolutely no way Sam could have gotten out.

I ran down the stairs and took a quick look.

Castiel was standing in the corner.

He held up his finger to his lips.


He disappeared.

I ran upstairs after Sam, wanting to catch up before he truly escaped. I made sure to grab a shot gun along the way. Running outside, Sam was trying to steal a car. I cocked the gun. Sam turned around.

“No, little brother. The only place you’re going is back inside with me.” I said, raising the gun chest level.

“No.” said Sam.

“Damn it, Sammy.”

“You won’t shoot me, Range.” said Sam.

“Don’t test me.”

“You won’t do it. You can’t do it. Because you know how this feels like.” said Sam.


I gave Sam a confused look, staring at him. He didn’t continue.

“We’re trying to help you, Sam.” I said.

Sam took the end of the shotgun and held it against his chest.

“Then shoot.”

Silence sat between us, both of us unsure of what to do next. Sam was right, there was no way I could shoot him.

All of a sudden, Sam took the gun and smacked it against my head, knocking me to the ground.


I sat on top of the car next to the Impala, holding a bag of ice against my forehead. Dean stood next to me, rummaging through the trunk of his car.

“You alright?” asked Chuck.

“Well Sam’s missing, but other than that swell!” I said. I was frustrated and pissed.

“Jamestown, North Dakota.” said Chuck.

Before I could respond, Bobby walked up to Dean and me.

“Police found my car. Abandoned in the alley in Jamestown, North Dakota.” said Bobby.

“He’s switching it up. Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?” asked Dean.

“Two. 1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes.”

“What was the other one?” I asked.

“White oh-five. Escalade with custom rims. It’s a neon sign.”

“You’re right. He’d never take that.” said Dean.

“Which is exactly why he did.” I said. Dean pointed at me in agreeance.

“You think?” asked Bobby.

“We know that kid.” I said.

“All right, I’ll head in that direction. You guys stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick.” said Dean. Before I could argue, he jumped in the car and drove away.


Bobby and I sat in the living room listening to the police scanners. Bobby sat reading through more books, trying to see if there was anything left in the lore that could help us. I sat on the couch to the side, rubbing my forehead.

Getting annoyed with the silence, Bobby spoke up.

“You alright there, Danger?” asked Bobby, calling me by the nickname he had given me when I was a kid.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. My head’s just been hurting for some reason.” I said, making sure not to mention the visions I had been starting to have.

“Can I ask you something, Ranger?” asked Bobby.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” I said, waving my hand.

I could feel Bobby contemplating whether or not he would actually ask, but he spoke up.

“Do you still hear the voice?” asked Bobby.

My eyes went wide.

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Every Time

“I’ve realized something.”
“What did you realize?”
“For the first time in my 17 years of living I’ve come to the elusive moment in which I realize what I’ve been trying to ignore since my very first day at Hogwarts.”
“Which is?”
“Shh… I’m getting to that.”
“Alright then get to it!”
“It started as a crush. At first I thought it would fade and fall apart, but every time i see him I’m giddy. He just makes me feel complete. Every time I see him my shoulders relax even if I’m taking a test. Every time I see him it’s as if the world has fall apart and there’s only one thing to say.”
“Lily, I don’t follow…”
“Every time he’s there he makes me feel safe and calm. Without him I feel lost in a sea of people. When he’s gone his absence is so noticeable and distracting. When he laughs it’s as if the fact he laughed can erase all problems. When he smiles I feel that I have to keep him smiling no matter what.”
“I think I love James Potter.”

Fic: Fix You (1 /4)

A Chris Evans Fanfic

Summary: Chris is surprised when he comes home to an empty house, assuming the kids have gone out. What he doesn’t know is that the biggest shock of his life is waiting upstairs.

Warnings: Angst, language, and more warnings to come in the following parts.

Note: I love it when you plan for something to be two parts, then it turns to three, and then four. I’m nervous about posting this one, like always, but this one most especially. It might not be what you were expecting to happen with Chris & Nat, some of you might not agree with it, but I hope you are still able to enjoy the angst. Sorry! Thanks for reading, though! :) xx

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The very first thing Chris noted when he walked in the house was how eerily quiet it was, the first indicator that something was horribly wrong. It was a summer afternoon, and usually that meant the kids and their massive group of close friends would be either wreaking havoc in the Evans’ basement, or holding cannonball contests in the pool.

They were considered that house, where all the neighborhood kids – ranging in ages from 10 to 17 – would spend all day and all night at, where the blaring music could be heard from every Friday night, where Natalia had to buy groceries three times a week to keep the hungry, demanding teens from revolting. The cool house everybody wanted to live at that sat at the end of the cul de sac.

It reminded Chris of his parents’ house while growing up. He loved it. Most of the time.

“Nat!” He called out. “Babe, I’m back!”

The kids weren’t home, but Natalia sure was; he had seen the SUV parked in the garage on the way in. The rare stillness met his greeting instead of her sweet voice.

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You’re Awake-Part 2

Request-  Can you do a part 2 to You’re Awake please?

A/N- So I was planning on doing a part 2 to this anyway, but someone asked me that through messenger so I figured I’d put it in the request section. Requests are still closed though. 

Stiles watched as you rolled over in your sleep in the hospital bed, your hair splayed out around you as you snuggled back into the pillow. At any other time he might have smiled, but with your dad still dying and you now a part of Theo’s pack, Stiles had a lot to worry about. He had barely been able to keep you safe before, but now that you were mixed up with that asshole with the sharp jawline, Stiles didn’t know if he could.
The door opened slowly, causing Stiles to be pulled out of his thoughts and look over. He half-expected it to be Theo, and if that was the case he was ready to slam the door in the creep’s face. But as he looked over he saw it was only Liam, peeking his head into the door and catching sight of you. You rolled over in your sleep again, and that was when his eyes widened.
“Y/n!” he cried, pushing open the door.
“Shh!” Stiles hissed, jumping out of his chair and throwing up his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I…I just…she’s really out of the coma?” Liam asked.
Stiles looked over at Liam’s anxious blue eyes and frowned. The younger boy was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered, probably the look he got himself whenever he glanced at Lydia. Stiles’ eyes flickered to the spot beside Liam’s head, where a Welcome Back! balloon was floating. Your brother almost laughed out loud.
“Yeah she is,” Stiles told him softly. “She just had a lot of tests done and Melissa wanted her to rest.”
“Well…can you wake her up?” Liam asked. “I really need to talk to her, before she hears anything from anyone else.”
“No, I’m not gonna wake her up,” Stiles said, his voice laced with annoyance. “She already knows you’re with Hayden, dude and now that’s she’s alive…”
“I called it off,” Liam told him. “I felt a little bad, you know since she just came back to life and all but…I really need to talk to her.”
“Too bad,” Stiles said. “Not that I’m not rooting for you, which I’m not, but you might not wanna be here when she wakes up. You did stop coming to see her, and you should be glad I’m not kicking your little werewolf ass for that.”
“You’re gonna kick my ass?” Liam questioned.
“What are you trying to say, Fido?”
You stirred in your sleep, blinking awake at the sound of arguing. You pushed yourself away from the pillow and looked over to see Stiles angrily poking Liam’s chest. Liam swatted his hand away, but you could tell Stiles wasn’t going to stop.
“You threatening me, wolf boy?” Stiles questioned. “Because I don’t care if you are a werewolf, if you hurt my sister, I’ll-”
“Stiles?” you asked groggily as you sat up. “What the hell are you doing?”
“N-nothing,” your brother sputtered. “Just having a conversation, man to man.”
“So why don’t I see any men in this room?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey!” Stiles cried. “You’re lucky I love you, because-”
“Y/n,” Liam suddenly breathed, causing Stiles to pause. “You’re awake.”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah. That’s why my eyes are open and everything…”
“I-I brought you a balloon!” he exclaimed, holding it up by the silky string.
“Oh,” you said dumbly. “Thanks.”
“I came to see you every day,” he told you. “For four months and then…”
“Then you met another girl,” you stated quietly.
“Well, yeah but…but not until after I stopped coming to see you!” he tried.
Stiles shook his head softly, almost laughing at how hard Liam was trying. “Well, as much as I’d love to watch Liam crash and burn, I’m going to be in the hall. Listening. To everything.”
You watched as Stiles exited the room and you sighed. “You don’t have to explain anything to me Liam. I get it, okay? You stopped loving me.”
“Wha-no!” Liam nearly shouted. “That’s not it at all.”
“So you didn’t stop loving me, but you went out with another girl while I was in a coma,” you stated.
“Exactly,” Liam breathed. “Wait, no that’s not what I meant-”
You sighed. “Save it Liam. Just go.”
You were a little curious about his explanation, but not if it was going to be lie. You were now a chimera, and even after everything with Kate had settled down, you had woken up to a whole new set of supernatural problems. You kind of wished you could have stayed in the coma longer, just until all of the supernatural hell had blown over.
“Wait, Y/n, please,” Liam begged. “Just let me explain.”
You pursed your lips and looked into Liam’s pleading eyes. It might have been against your better judgement, but you had never been able to resist those baby blues.
“You have three minutes,” you told him. “And I’ve been in a coma for seven months, so let’s skip the bullshit, okay?”
“Okay,” Liam agreed. “When we got back from Mexico and I found out what happened, I hated myself, Y/n. I hadn’t been there to protect you, and maybe if I had you wouldn’t be here. I came to see you every day and so did Mason. He still does, actually, but after the first four months I couldn’t handle it. I knew it was stupid and I knew I was being an idiot, but I couldn’t stand seeing you like that. So I stopped visiting, and when sophomore year started I started talking to Hayden. She was pretty and after a while she started to like me, and I thought that maybe if I could love her, it wouldn’t hurt so much to see you like that.”
“And did it?” you asked quietly.
“No,” Liam said pitifully. “God no. It just hurt even more, knowing I was turning my back on you. And then I couldn’t help Hayden with the chimera stuff, just like I couldn’t help you. I’m an awful person.”
You sighed, looking over at Liam’s sad blue eyes. “You’re not an awful person, Liam. You’re a good guy, okay? Hayden’s lucky to have you.”
“Not anymore,” he told you. “I broke it off with her. I didn’t love her. I mean, she’s amazing. She’s smart and strong. She’s funny and I know she could totally kick my ass if she wanted to, but I can’t love her, not when I still love you.”
“Liam,” you said softly. “That’s sweet but…I don’t think I can be with you right now.”
“What?” Liam asked, and you felt your heart constrict at how broken he sounded.
“There’s a lot going on right now,” you told him. “I’m guessing Scott told you about me being a chimera and…part of Theo’s pack.”
Liam nodded.
“I just don’t think it’d be a good idea,” you told him softly.
“I get it,” he said quietly, but you noticed that he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I’m just gonna go.”
He walked over and tied the balloon to the end of the hospital bed you were laying in. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. After all, what could you say? You had just woken up from a coma and broken up with your boyfriend, even though you hadn’t exactly been together in the past few months. There was nothing you could say to lessen the blow and nothing you could say that would make things right.
“I’m really glad you’re awake,” he told you softly, shooting you a small, sad smile before he slipped out of the room.
In seconds, the door to your room was opening and Stiles was slipping back inside. “Is everything okay? Do I need to kick his ass? Y/n? Y/n, are you crying?”
“No,” you said as you wiped the obvious tears away from your face. “I’m just having an allergic reaction to these starchy hospital sheets.”
Stiles sighed. “Well, did you want a tissue for that allergic reaction?”
You nodded, and Stiles reached out to grab one from the box on the table beside your bed. He handed it to you and put his hand on your shoulder.
“Well now I’m definitely gonna have to kick his ass,” he told you. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure this chimera stuff out and then you and Liam can live happily ever after.”
“Thanks,” you told Stiles in a wobbly voice.
“Oh, and I talked to Melissa,” he told you. “She says they got your results back and nothing’s wrong-surprise, surprise-and that you can get out of here as soon as she gets back.”
“That’s one less problem we have to worry about,” you said.
“Yeah,” Stiles told you. “But we’ve got another one. Dad’s still sick. The doctor’s can’t figure out what’s wrong, probably because it’s some sort of supernatural problem from hell.”
“So what are we gonna do?” you asked nervously.
“What we always do,” Stiles told you. “Figure it out ourselves.”

“Are you sure he’ll show up?” you asked as you sat on the edge of your stairs with Stiles.
Your front door was wide open, as if you were totally inviting Theo into your house. You figured you might as well have been, if not for the line of mountain ash that Stiles had carefully laid across the entrance.
“He will,” Stiles insisted as he turned to you. “He knows I’m going to want to talk to him. Besides, he’s going to come for you sooner or later.”
“He’s right,” a voice said from behind your brother, causing him to turn back around. “On both counts.”
You bristled, and Stiles put his hand on your shoulder. He was about to tell you not to worry and that was when Theo stepped over the line of mountain ash and into your house.
“I guess we’re telling the truth now,” he told Stiles with a grin.
His eyes flicked up the steps, and for a minute you thought he would figure out Scott was hiding upstairs. Theo didn’t exactly know that Scott was alive, and you all preferred to keep it that way. It was probably the only advantage you had against Theo, who seemed to have all the power now.
“You killed my best friend,” Stiles stated as he tossed Theo Scott’s shirt. “And you turned my sister.”
Theo laughed. “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing Stiles? Let’s face it, Scott wasn’t your best friend and he hadn’t been for a while. As for your sister, well I woke her up. She’d still be asleep in that cute little hospital gown if it wasn’t for me. You should be thanking me.”
“For being an asshole?” you asked, not liking the way he was looking at you. “Let’s not forget that you lied to me, just so you could use me to your advantage.”
“Don’t take it personally,” Stiles told you. “He does that to everyone. Now what did you do to my dad? Are you just gonna let him die?”
“If I wanted him to die I wouldn’t have told you where to find him,” Theo told him. “This cute little family reunion wouldn’t be as much fun without him.”
“Yeah, well the family reunion is gonna have to wait a little longer,” you told Theo bitterly. “Because he’s being poisoned by something they can’t even name. What you did-”
“I didn’t do anything,” Theo told you. “I’m a survivor. It’s what I’ve always been. If you knew the things that I know-”
“What do you know?” Stiles demanded.
“I know what’s coming,” Theo told you both. “And I know what Parrish is.”
“Yet you still can’t tell us what’s wrong with our dad,” you snapped. “And how do you know what Parrish is?”
“Lydia and I had a little chat,” Theo said with a smirk.
“You sick-” Stiles started, but you grabbed his arm and tugged him back.
He sat down on the stairs with a thump, his eyes going wide at your sudden strength. You looked down at your hands, realizing that the chimera part of you must have kicked in.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Theo asked. “I bet you’ve never felt this powerful.”
“Powerful?” you asked. “I think I’d be better off without your knockoff werewolf abilities.”
“Well you’re going to want them,” Theo promised. “Especially for what’s coming.”
Theo started to turn away, but Stiles jumped up and this time you couldn’t stop him.
“What the hell did you do to my dad?!” Stiles demanded as he grabbed Theo’s shoulder.
The other boy effortlessly knocked him back, causing Stiles to fall into the stairs and hit his head. “Stiles!” you cried as his eyes slid shut. “Stiles!”
You turned back to Theo, a growl building in your throat. Theo simply rolled his eyes, as if your protectiveness was laughable.
“He’ll be fine,” Theo told you. “But I guarantee you I can do a lot worse if you don’t do what I say.”
“I’m not doing anyth-”
Theo hand shot out and he grabbed your arm, his fingers enclosing on it painfully. “Yes you are, because if not, I could knock his head clean off instead of just into some stairs. Got it?”
You were well aware of Scott up the stairs, and you could tell he was about to do something. But you had confidence that Theo wouldn’t hurt you if you listened to him, and you didn’t want him to know Scott was alive just yet. Aside from that, if you complied with him, there still might be a chance for you to find out what Theo knew about your dad.
“Fine,” you said quickly, hoping Scott would get your message. “I’m fine with that.”
“Good,” he told you. “Don’t worry, you can come home when we’re finished.”
“Could you at least answer some of my questions honestly this time?” you asked. “If I’m going to be a part of your pack I need to know what’s going on.”
Theo smirked, offering you his arm. “Walk with me and I’ll tell you everything I know.”

You walked into the loading dock, side by side with Hayden and Theo. You and the other girl had met about twenty minutes ago, when he had picked up Hayden from her apartment and barked for her to get in the car. You had stared each other down for a second, each realizing who the other was before you eventually just sat there in silence. It wasn’t until you had finally gotten to your destination that you started to speak.
“So you’re Y/n,” she stated quietly.
“And you’re Hayden,” you said.
“Liam talked about you all the time,” Hayden told you. “You’re all he ever thought about.”
“Really?” you whispered.
“Yeah,” she said sadly. “You’re a lucky girl.”
“Thanks,” you said quietly. “But I didn’t exactly fix things. Not with everything going on.”
“I get it,” she said with a soft laugh. “This is insane, I mean, chimeras, dread doctors? Did you know about all this before?”
“Sort of,” you told her. “But I’ve never seen anything like this…he said you were amazing by the way.”
“Liam?” she asked and you nodded.
“Yeah. He said you were smart, funny and…totally willing to kick his ass, which is something he appreciates.”
Hayden laughed and she actually smiled at you. From everything Stiles had described about Hayden being kind of standoffish, you wouldn’t have expected her to be the girl in front of you. You guessed she was looking for a friend, someone in the pack who wasn’t a psychotic bitch like Tracy. You could tell Hayden didn’t like Theo either and you figured maybe things wouldn’t be so bad with her around.
“Girls,” Theo said sharply and you could tell he was annoyed. “While I appreciate the bonding, we have work to do. Now can you figure out anything about Noah?”
“He was here,” you stated.
Hayden nodded. “I can feel it too. But…how do we know that?”
“You’re both part jaguar. Noah’s part berserker. That means you’re connected,” Theo explained.
“A jaguar?” you repeated. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?” Hayden asks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“A berserker put her in the coma,” Theo informed her. “One that was being controlled by a were-jaguar. She was a psychotic bitch if you ask me, but without her we wouldn’t have Y/n on our side.”
You shook your head bitterly at the irony of the situation, not wanting to think about Kate. “Let’s just find this kid before-”
You cut yourself off with a choking sound, just as Hayden froze too.
“What?” Theo demanded. “What is it?”
“He’s dying,” Hayden told him and you nodded.
“Damn it,” Theo swore. “We could have used him.”
You and Hayden shared a look and you both figured it was best not to say anything. Theo was obviously pissed off, but what Hayden saw next was about to piss him off even further.
“What’s that?” she asked as her eyes landed on the wall in front of you. You turned around, only to find a circle with an even smaller one inside it carved into the wall.
“It’s a symbol for a pack,” Theo said bitterly.
“Who’s pack?” Hayden asked.
You grinned. “Scott’s.”

“You could have told me Scott was alive,” Theo remarked as he pulled to a stop in front of the hospital.
“I thought you knew,” you lied as you reached out to grab the door.
Theo reached out to snatch your wrist and chuckled darkly. “I think you should know by now that you can’t lie to me.”
“Was I supposed to just betray him?” you demanded.
“Yes,” Theo told you forcefully. “You’re a part of my pack now, Y/n. Not Scott’s.”
“I didn’t ask for this,” you snapped.
“I could always put you back in that coma,” Theo threatened. “I could make sure you never wake up.”
“Then do it,” you hissed angrily. “You might be able to bully the others around, but not me. If you’re going to kill me, go ahead and do it, but that’s just one less pack member against whatever the dread doctors are planning.”
Theo stared at you for a few seconds longer. You felt trapped by his dark green eyes, like you couldn’t have looked away to save your life. You knew you should have been scared, but you didn’t care anymore. Theo had claimed he was a survivor earlier, but so were you.
You had watched your mother die and stood right by Stiles’ side as Scott turned into a werewolf, figured out the kanima, and stopped the sacrifices. You had watched your brother be possessed by a dark spirit and have his body used to do unspeakable things, including killing Allison. You had braved all of that before being knocked out for seven months, and Theo was wrong if he thought he could use you for whatever he wanted.
As you looked into his eyes, he seemed to know this and he simply laughed. “I like you, Y/n. I think when this is all over. you’re going to be the important one.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked.
Theo simply smirked. “Go find your brother. But just remember that you’re a part of my pack now. If you ignore me, you’ll regret it.”
“Duly noted,” you said sarcastically, and with that, you opened the door of Theo’s truck and hopped out.
Theo watched as you shut the door with a slam, not looking back once as you ran into the hospital. You passed through the double doors and skidded to a stop in front of the front desk, causing Melissa to look up at you in surprise.
“My dad?” you asked anxiously.
Melissa’s face was blank for second, but then she smiled. “Room 14b.”
A puff of air left your chest, a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Your shoulders sagged in relief as you breathed a quick thanks, practically sprinting down the hall to your dad’s room. Your fingers brushed the rough surface of the walls as you skidded around a corner, your eyes desperately scanning the numbers on the hospital rooms.
You finally saw 14b at the end of the hall, and as you got closer you could hear voices. “…sister?”
“That’s the thing,” you could hear Stiles saying. “This is gonna come as a shock, but-”
You pushed open the door, forgetting that your dad hadn’t seen you awake in seven months. The minute you stepped foot into the room, the sheriff nearly choked on the gulp of water he had just taken.
“Y-Y/n?” he coughed, setting the cup down on the nightstand.
“You’re back,” Stiles stated with wide eyes. “Theo let you go?”
“I went with him,” you told him. “Scott didn’t tell you?”
“I, uh, kinda wouldn’t talk to him,” Stiles admitted. “I thought he let Theo take you and I just wanted to find you and Noah.”
“You’re awake,” your father said. “God, Y/n you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice again.”
You smiled at him, looking down at his hospital gown, practically identical to the one you had worn. “Actually I think I do.”
“Get over here kid,” he ordered, and as you stood by his bed he brought you into a tight hug.
You reached out and pulled Stiles into the hug too, and you just stood there for a few seconds. “God, your mom would be so proud of you two.”
You held back tears as you buried your face in your dad’s shoulder and for the first time in a long time, things felt like they might turn out okay. You didn’t know what would happen with Liam, and you knew you had an obligation to Theo and the rest of your pack. Things seemed to be going a lot worse than you had ever imagined, and that was saying something for Beacon Hills. But as you stood there with your family, you figured you might be able to find a way to survive. After all, that was what you had always done.

5sos BSM 6: You're Younger and Get Pregnant


“Lucas Robert Hemmings, I’m going to fucking murder you!” Ashton bellows, chasing after Luke who looks petrified. You only stare at the little stick in your hands, your heart racing with nerves. What were you going to do? You couldn’t handle a child, especially not with a boyfriend who’s constantly out of country.

Tears pricked at your eyes, this was not what you had expected. For the past few weeks you’d been constantly getting sick, throwing up in the mornings and cramping in the afternoons. At time’s you swore you’d felt your stomach twisting around inside your belly but now it was obvious to you. You’d been having morning sickness, and that twisting was the baby moving around inside the womb and kicking your stomach. 

Without realizing it, you began to sob loudly and you dropped the test on the floor before curling into a ball and rocking yourself gently. “Shh, it’s okay,” You only cried harder, burying your face into your older brother’s shoulder. Ashton held you tightly, rocking you himself while Luke sat beside you with his own tears in his eyes.

Ignoring the awkward tension coming from Calum and Michael who were struggling not to eavesdrop, Ashton pulled Luke into the embrace as well and all three of you sat on the ground crying and rocking together. “We’ll get through this, all of us. Together." 


You swallowed nervously as you knocked on Calum’s bedroom door, rocking back on your heels and hoping your baggy sweatshirt was concealing the small bulge in your stomach. ”(Y/N)? You look kind of pale,“ Your head snapped up to meet your older brother’s gaze, his brown eyes scanning your face closely as you flushed timidly.

"I have to tell you something,” You croaked, stepping into his room as he let you past and sitting on his bed. He sat beside you, looking at you suspiciously which only made you that much more terrified. “Calum, I made such a huge mistake, I don’t know what to do,” You whispered as tears blurred your vision.

He quickly pulled you into his brotherly cuddle, hushing your cries and rocking you soothingly, “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. What have you done, (Y/N)?” He asked you, leaning back to look into your eyes which were still watery.

You gulped, your heart beating violently in your chest. “I’m pregnant,” You breathed out, so quiet you had to strain to hear it yourself. He went pale, gaping at you before glancing at your stomach and back to your eyes. “Michael dumped me before I could tell him, Cal, I don’t know what I"m gonna do!”


You shifted under your mother, Liz’s harsh glare and held your stomach tightly. The only sound in the house came from the ticking of the clock, all eyes on you as you sat surrounded by all three of your brothers and both of your parents. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, blinking back tears and rubbing your bulging belly soothingly. 

“I can’t believe this, (Y/N). Was it because I gave so much attention to Luke? You know that it’s not my-” You quickly looked up, matching your mother’s glare with a much fiercer scowl. Luke shifted in his seat now, his face reddening at the idea of it being his fault his little sister was pregnant at such a young age.

You scoffed loudly at your mother, rolling your eyes. “Yes, mother, I got mad you abandoned me so I decided I would have a kid of my own.” You could see Luke fighting a smirk at your crack, coughing loudly to hide his laugh which earned a glare from your father.

“Who’s the father, anyways?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrows as you flushed redder than a cherry. 

Coughing once, you blurted, “Calum.”


Michael gaped at you in complete shock, his eyes flicking from the huge engagement ring on your finger, to the rapidly growing bulge in your stomach. “My baby sister is getting married and having a child before me, what the fuck?” He muttered under his breath, meeting your gaze with a small grin on his face.

You only shook your head at him, smiling in happiness as you sat beside your fiance and rubbed your belly. “Strange, right?” You asked him, giggling to yourself as you leaned into Ashton’s side. He kissed your head, his face alight with utter joy as he watched his best friend struggle to make sense of what he’d been told.

“Congrats, sis!” He finally said, hugging you tightly before clapping Ashton on the back. “Don’t mess this up, man, or I’ll have to kill you.” He warned before laughing and hugging Ashton as well. “This is all so bizarre, I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle already! I’m best man at the wedding right?” He rushed out, looking between you two eagerly.

Ashton only chuckled, nodding at Michael. “Sure, mate.” He told the excited boy, laughing as he began to cheer loudly. “It’s insane how quickly this is happening.” He added, more to himself than to either you or Michael as his eyes met yours gleefully.

THE 100 IMAGINE: Bellamy Blake

You were sure you were about to collapse. You were so happy. Bellamy was alive.
“You have to convince him” A.L.I.E. said to you. You clenched your fists. You didn’t want to obey to A.L.I.E. You knew she just used you, but, with her, all the pain was gone. Without pain everything was really, really good.
“Bellamy” you whispered, with a smile. Bellamy ran towards you, holding your hands.
“(Y/N), oh my God, you’re safe” he said, with tears in his eyes.
“(Y/N)” A.L.I.E. repeat in your mind. “He has to take the Key”
“Yeah, I’m safe. They saved me”
“Them. They didn’t do anything to me, Bellamy. They can save us” he grabbed her shoulders, looking in her eyes.
“He knows” A.L.I.E. said. You became serious, staring at him.
“Take the Key, Bellamy” you ordered. He looked destroyed and incredulous.
“You took the chip..” he murmured. You held onto his jacket.
“Take the Key, Bellamy!” you yelled. He pushed you away. For a moment, A.L.I.E. seemed to not be in your mind, it was just you and Bellamy. Why were you helping her?
Control yourself, (Y/N)!
“You should go. Now” you said. You felt like your head was breaking.
“What are you doing?” A.L.I.E. asked. You shook your head.
“Bellamy, please” you repeated. You fell on your knees.
“(Y/N)!” he screamed. You blocked him with your hand.
“Please, stay back..” you said, before screaming. A.L.I.E. started to shock you with all the pain the chip took away. Bellamy was shocked.
“If you can’t convince him, kill him”
“I have to put the chip out of your mind”
“Stay away, Bellamy..” your hand grabbed your knife. No, you didn’t want to hurt him. But you couldn’t control your body.
You jumped on him, locking him to the ground. Bellamy rolled over you, locking your hands over your head.
“(Y/N)! Please! It’s me, wake up!” you felt so tired, so sad, everything was so painful. You screamed, hitting him on his cheek with your knife.
You did it. You hurt him.
Your eyes were wide open. Your knife hit him again and again. You can’t control yourself.
“Bellamy, please, kill me!” you said, before A.L.I.E. took again your body. “Please!”
“I’ll save you, (Y/N), I promise” you started to cry, looking into his eyes. But your body, A.L.I.E., wanted him dead.
You two fought a lot, then you locked him again to the ground. You put the tip of your knife on his chest.
“Kill me, Blake. Last chance” you whispered.
He smiled at you.
“You’ve always looked so badass, but never as much as now”
“What the hell are you saying?”
Bellamy put one of his hands on your cheek.
“I can’t kill you, (Y/N). I couldn’t” your heart was going to break, while A.L.I.E. started to stab him with your hands.
“I don’t want this..”
“I know” Bellamy said. He took you by your neck, slamming you against the wall. You started to wave, trying to free yourself.
Then, you felt something on your nape. Not pain, just something cold.
“Stop him! (Y/N)” A.L.I.E. called you. You bit his arm, but he continue to cut your skin.
“Please, stop! Bellamy!” you said, trembling. “If you take away the chip, my brain will stop! Please! You know you can’t, Bellamy. Please.. don’t kill me..”
It wasn’t you, it was A.L.I.E. You screamed without stop.
“I’m not killing you, I’m saving you” then, he took away the chip.
The first thing you felt was a lot of pain and tiredness and fatigue. You collapsed into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed you, strongly than ever before.
“I’m sorry, Bell…”
“Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re finally safe..” he whispered against your hair.
“Thank you..”
“Shh, you have to rest. Don’t worry, I’m here”
“You saved me” you said with a little smile. He smiled too.
“I saved you”

First imagine of my entire life ah, only a test. If you like it and want another one, or want to ask something, you can do it :) Requests are open :)
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it.

  • Me: OK, I've got 5 hours to finish an assignment. Lets get to it
  • *1 hours goes by*
  • Brain: why not take a break?
  • Me: no, Shh focus
  • Brain: come on, only for 15mins, just one quick D&P video
  • Me: ....ok only one but that's all
  • *4 hours go by*
  • Me: *cries*
  • Brain: Why are you crying??
  • Me: because I just spent 4 hours watching Dan and Phil, I could've finished my assignment now..
  • Brain: bad
  • Me: you can say that again. Last time I'm listening to you..

anonymous asked:

Could you do syndisparklez, 20? The one about things you werent supposed to hear :D

Yes. Okay, can I just say I love how many syndisparklez requests I get? That and Motanite are my two most requested, and wow. I love it. Anyways, we’re going established relationship on this one, because I’m sick of writing the beginnings every time. I suck at making relationships. To infinity and beyond.


“Tucker, you will not believe what I have planned for Jordan,” Tom’s voice echoed in the courtyard of Tucker’s home.

Jordan had been on his way to assist Tucker with the testing of a spell when he had heard his lover’s voice. He instantly dove behind the entrance gate. He knew Tom well enough to know that if he was saying something like that, it was definitely something you’d want to hear.

“Lemme guess, lots of buttsex?” Tucker nonchalantly questioned.

Jordan blushed. Tom, obviously, did not. “Well, yes, but other stuff, too.”

Tucker perked up. “Ooh, we talking sneaky stuff?”

Tom laughed evilly. “Yes we are.”

Sonja, who’d been interested in watching the spell-testing, waved to Jordan and opened her mouth to greet him.

Jordan quickly shook his head and mouthed, “No!”

Sonja, thankfully, caught his drift and joined him just outside the gate. She manipulated the spell that they usually used to talk from great distances so that only Jordan could hear her. “What’s up?” She questioned.

“Tucker and Tom are planning something about me. I think they think they’re muted. Shh, listen,” He told her.

“There’s a potion that can make someone say whatever you want them to?” Tucker asked, surprised.

Jordan gasped angrily.

“Yup!” Tom smirked. “And it doesn’t affect their head, so it won’t actually mess him up. And anyways, it’ll only work for a couple of minutes.”

Sonja was shocked. “Why would he do that?”

Jordan shook his head. “We’ve got a bet. If I can go longer without making a pun than he can without swearing, then loser- uh…” Jordan blushed a bit thinking about the exact details of the bet. “Then the loser loses. He’s trying to beat me.”

“That’s evil,” Tucker laughed.

“I know. I’m totally using it to make him lose our bet,” Tom admitted.

“Told you!” Jordan huffed.

“Bro, you have to let me in on this,” Tucker insisted. “I wanna use this to prank Sonj!”

“That motherfucker,” Sonja hissed. “I’m going to kick his ass.”

Jordan held her back. “Hold up. We’ve got an opportunity here.”

Sonja looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they’re planning something, and we know the potion. We can turn it on them and get revenge!” Jordan exclaimed.

Sonja was hesitant. “I really just want to kick their asses…”

“Please?” Jordan begged. “Come on, we can be Team BFs-get-rekt!”

Sonja laughed. “Fine, but we’re thinking of a better name.”


About a week later, Tucker and Tom planned out a double date for the two couples. Since Sonja and Jordan knew what was going on, they convinced James to crash and help them get revenge. The wizard agreed.

Tom poured the groups drinks just after they sat down at the Wizards’ tavern.

“Hey guys!” James greeted them, putting his arms around Tucker and Tom. “Wanna see a spell?”

James cast a spell that froze time for whoever he was touching. Once it was done, he gave Sonja and Jordan a thumbs up. “Good luck,” He said, disappearing.

Quickly, Sonja and Jordan switched the drinks in front of them with the drinks in front of their boyfriends. After it was done, they high fived and sat down.

The boyfriends in question unfroze and looked around. “Did Wag just…?” Tucker began. “You know what? I don’t want to know.”

Tom laughed awkwardly. “Well, cheers to that!” He laughed, prompting the group to raise their glasses and take a sip.

As soon as Tucker and Tom had taken a sip, they knew something had gone horribly wrong.

“Fuck,” Tom said.

“Aaaaand, I win!” Jordan cheered.

When what had happened dawned on the now-gotten pair, they both had the same oh-shit-we’re-fucked look on their face.

“Okay, I have to admit, this is a lot more fun than just kicking their asses,” Sonja laughed. “Now, what do you two have to say for yourselves?”

“We’re sorry we tried to trick you into saying whatever we wanted. We know that manipulation is wrong and we won’t do it again,” The pair said in a voice that wasn’t entirely unlike schoolchildren reciting something for their teacher.

Jordan planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. “I love you Tom, but if you ever try to cheat me in a bet again, you’re dead to me,” Jordan laughed.

“Jordan, I think you could say that they got themselves in an awkward potion-sition,” Sonja laughed.

“Fantastic use of pun, Sonj,” Jordan said, appreciating the pun.

Tom groaned to himself on the inside. Of course, he wasn’t too disappointed- his punishment is almost as good as what Jordan had won.