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All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.

You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.






There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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And You Let Her Go

A: Could you prettt please a dean fic, where there friends with benefits and she tells him she has feelings for him and his a complete asshole saying he never will have feelings for her and ends the whole friends with benefits. The reader becomes with drawn and gets her and sam trapped in a freezer. She nearly dies from hyperthemera and dean feels bad but she leaves…

Synopsis: Dean (Being the idiot he is), decides to end his friends with benefits with the reader, when she tells him she’s in love with him, leaving the reader heartbroken. Dean realizes his an idiot a little too late.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, random chick, random guy, ghost.

WARNINGS: Dean being an asshole, hypothermia, angst, probably more stuff, a lot of crying, sad (I guess). This isn’t really a warning but Dean being an idiot, smut, sex, sexual content, semi oral (male receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it or regret it),melt downs , cheating (mentioned), ghost.

Word Count:5355

A/n: This song fits this fic (I love this song), so much. I’m pretty sure its hypothermia. Because hypothermia is when your body drops to dangerous temperature while and hyperthermia is the one where your body goes to higher temperature. Also the freezer is one of those big freezers you get in motel/hotel kitchens.

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

You knew you shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. You’s were friends with benefits and that was it. Dean made it perfectly clear, that if one of you’s feel in love. You didn’t want to be far apart. So you forced your feelings aside.

But somewhere under all those nights you spent tangled together, your skin, pressing against his, the more your feelings grew, and you couldn’t ignore them. You were in love with him. He meant the world to you.

You were hopping that maybe he felt the same. That maybe somewhere deep down in his heart, he felt love for you…

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

You let out a sigh, as you lathered your hair with shampoo. Massaging it into your hair. Just as you were rinsing it. You heard the front door to yours’s and Dean’s slam open and shut. Loud scuffling.

“I can’t believe Sam.” Dean grumbled, walking into the bathroom.

“Why, what did he do?” you asked, putting conditioner in your hair.

Dean took a moment to answer, as he looking at your naked, wet body. Dean’s eyes darken with lust

“Doesn’t matter.” He grumbled, walking closer. Taking off his shirt.

“It does, you’re so wound up over it.” you spoke, as rinsed the conditioner off. Unware that Dean took his jeans and boxers off.

“Well you being all naked is kind of making me forget being angry.” Dean growled, in your ear. Engulfing you in his arms.

You let out a moan, as you felt his erection press against your women hood. You quickly turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pressing your body flush against his. Your lips pressing against his hungrily.

“Not here, babe.” Dean groaned, pulling away from the kiss.

“Why? Your horny, I’m horny, let’s just do it in the shower.” You begged. Attaching your lips to his neck.

“Shower sex, is complicated.” Dean muttered, trying not to moan.

“Dean, it’s not that complicated.” You laughed, casting your eyes down to his cock.

“It is, I mean, one of us could get injured.” Dean mumbled.

“Im sure you will survive Dean.” You spoke, stroking his cock.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n, what if we just do it on the bed.” Dean moaned.

“Or…” you spoke, kneeling down, in front of Dean, and taking his cock in your hands.

“Oh fuck.” Dean groaned, as your tongue licked up his shaft. Then swirling the tip, your hand holding his shaft.

Dean’s fingers ran through your wet damp hair, as you continued to lick his tip.

He quickly gripped your hair, as your mouth covered his head. You started bobbing your head up and down, your hand gently moving up and down his shaft.

“Fuck.” Dean moaned, one of his let go of your hair, pressing against the glass screen.

Dean’s moan’s got louder, making you let out a moan. Dean’s fingers gripping your hair tighter. You lowered your head down further, down until you reached his shaft. His head falling back, with his mouth a gaped.

You let out a gag, pulling back, your tongue licking his head. You hallowed your cheeks, as you started to suck him again.

“Fuck, babe.” He moaned, his hand slipping from the glass.

Just as your eyes interlocked, he pulled your head away, picking you up, pressing your back against the shower wall.

“I need you.” He moaned, his lips ghosting over yours. His eyes darkening with lust.

You let out a moan, as Dean pushed himself inside you.

“You’re so tight.” Dean groaned, pressing his lips against your neck.

Dean started to thrust into you. Pinning you against the wall. He let go of you, putting his hands on either side of you, as he thrusted into you.

You wrapped your legs around him, as he continued to thrust into you. His mouth pressing light kisses against your collarbone.

Dean’s continued to thrust into you at a slow rate.

Something felt different about his thrust, they were slower and deeper than usual. Maybe he feels more than friendship, and this is his way of telling you. Maybe after you’s finish having sex you should tell him how you really feel you thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” Dean moaned, barrowing his head into your neck, dragging you out of your thought, when he hit you g-spot.

“Dean.” You moaned, digging your finger nails into his shoulder.

Dean hit it again, making you moan again.

His hands gripped your hips again. Thrusting into you again, and hitting your g-spot.

“Oh my fuck.” you moaned, as your walls tightened around him. Dean rested his forehead against yours, as he continued to thrust into you again. Hitting your g-spot.

“I know baby.” He groaned, as you tightened your legs around his waist.

“Fuck.” You moaned, as he continued to thrust into you. The hot water creating fiction, against yours and Dean’s bare skin.

Your moans got louder, as Dean thrusted got faster.

“Oh, baby.” Dean groaned, getting closer to his climax.

“Fuck, Dean.” You moaned, as your orgasm took over your body. Digging your heel into his back.

Dean groaned, as he felt a warm sensation surrounding his cock. Which pushed him to his climax.

Dean thrusted into you with one finally thrust he cummed inside you.

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

Dean cupped your cheeks, bringing his lips closer to yours. He pressed his lips against yours gently then pulled away.

He withdraw from you, putting you down gently.

“That was-” He started to say, as you washed yourself off.

“Awesome.” You spoke, handing him the soap, as you washed yourself off.

Dean let out a chuckle, as you got out of the shower, drying yourself off.

You quickly walked to your bag, pulling your pj’s out. You were going to tell him. How you feel about him.

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

Dean walked into the room, smirking. A towel wrapped around his waist. Little water droplets, running down his bare chest.

“Damn, I thought you were naked.” He mumbled, pouting. You let out a small laugh, fiddling with your fingers.

Your heart started to beat faster. Your hands getting clammy, your hands shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing your odd behaviour. He opened his duffle bag up.

“Dean, I have to tell you something.” You muttered, feeling like your heart was stuck in your throat.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Dean asked, his eyes widening in shock. Dropping his sweats, on the bed.

“No. I’m on the pill.” You answered, frowning, when he let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because having a baby in this world right now, with lucifers spawn about to pop. Isn’t a good idea.” Dean spoke, as he started to take his towel off.

“I love you.” You confessed, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“I love you yo, your my best bud.” Dean spoke, not even looking at you.

“No, I mean, I love you, more than a friend.” You spoke. Your heart beating faster.

Dean stopped what he was doing, looking at you with an unreadable look.

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
“What?” Dean gasped.

“I love you, Dean, so much, I, you mean so much to me. I think about you single every day and night. I want us to be more, than just friends with benefits. I get jealous every time you flirt with another girl, I want you to think of me and only me, I need you, Dean, I need you to love me, the way I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone but you.” You confessed, your eyes watering.

“You’re joking right?” Dean laughed, looking at you in disbelief.

‘No.” you whimpered. Tears falling from your eyes. Well that went well.

“I don’t have feelings for you Y/n. You’re my best friend, and that’s it.” Dean spoke.

“But, you, your thrust, they were different from your last ones.” You muttered, wiping your tears away.

“Y/n, that was just sex. Plus I didn’t want one of us, to get injured in the shower.” Dean explained.

You let out a sob. Feeling like your heart just got crushed.

“You didn’t actually believe, I had feelings for you?” Dean chuckled, making your cry.

“Oh, come on y/n. you seriously thought that. I love you, but only in a friend way.” Dean told you. Making you feel even worse.

“I, I can’t be in a room with you Dean.” You cried, grabbing your duffle bag, and walking to the door and opening it. You couldn’t breakdown in front of him. You wouldn’t.

“Right, well maybe, you should fall for my brother, I’m sure he would love to hear your heart felt words, your replaceable y/n, were just a fling.” Dean bitterly spoke, glaring at you. You quickly stopped in your tracks, turning around. Glaring at him.

Dean’s glare dropped into a worried expression, then an unreadable one.

“You don’t have to be such an ass about it.” you sobbed, walking out of his room, and slamming the door.
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
You let out a sigh, a gust of wind blew past your, making you shiver. You lightly knocked on the doors.  The door quickly opened, revealing Sam.

“y/n” Sam gasped out, fixing his hair.

“I, um, me and Dean, kind of had of fight, can I stay with you?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers, nervously.

“I heard, walls are paper thin. Come in.” Sam spoke softly.

Just as you walked, you heard a door slam closed. And the car door opening. Your eyes twitched, as you heard the familiar sound of the impala engine, run.

“Prob Dean, going off to fuck some two dollar hoe.” You growled, as you heard the impala go.

“Wanna beer?” Sam asked, walking over to the mini fridge, opening it up, and taking two beers out.

“Defiantly.” You answered. As Sam shut the fridge door. Walking over to you. He handed you a beer.

“So, have you figured out who killed the new owners?” You asked, sitting down on the uncomfortable chair.

“It’s a ghost.” Sam replied, sitting down, and typing away on his laptop.

“Sure she’s or his probably pissed because some whore, is wrecking his home.” You grumbled, taking a sip of your beer.

“Y/n.” Sam warned, making you roll your eyes.

“Sorry.” You grumbled, chugging the rest of your beer.

“The ghost is a guy. He, died in his house. Found out his wife was cheating on him, his wife left him, and now whoever goes into his house they either die or get badly injured.” Sam spoke.

“At least he didn’t get rejected.” you grumbled, taking another beer.

Sam let out a sigh. Rolling his eyes at your bitterness.

“We find his corpse and we burn the corpse.” Sam spoke, looking up from his laptop, to see drinking your second beer.

“Easy, we should do it now.” You spoke, taking another sip of your beer.

“Y/n, your drinking alcohol, and besides the salt is in the impala.” Sam sighed, worry clouding his eyes.

“Seriously? Beer is barely hard liquor.” You groaned, finishing of your second beer.

“Your judgement is cloudy.” Sam sighed, as you grabbed another beer can.

“Good, maybe I’ll die and Dean will be full of regret.” You growled, opening the beer can.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asked.

“No, I’m not, okay I just got rejected by your brother. So forgive me if I am being a little melodramatic.” You yelled.

“I never said you were, I’m sorry, for what my brother did to you. I told him that one of you would get hurt, and I guess that person, was you.” Sam spoke, as you sat down on the bed.

“No, you’re just sorry because you feel sorry.” You grumbled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked, getting up and sitting next to you.

“Sam, I got rejected, it’s not like me and him were in some relationship.” You grumbled, taking a sip of your third beer.

“I’m sure, Dean, feels more than friendship for you, and maybe his just doesn’t want you to get hurt. So his denying his feelings.” Sam spoke, his hand rubbing your back.

“Thanks, for trying to make me feel better. But your brother is a dickhead.” You grumbled, taking a huge gulp of the beer. A frown formed on Sam’s face, as you continued to drink the beer.

“Maybe, you should go to bed, you don’t want a hangover, while were hunting.” Sam spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“This is my third beer Sam.” You grumbled.

“You have a limit y/n.” Sam spoke, making you get up.

“Yeah, and this is not my limit. I’m going to the bar, maybe if I drink too much, I’ll forget this night ever happened.” You sighed.

“You’re going to a bar in sweats and a jumper?” Sam questioned.

“Your right, I’ll change.” You spoke, taking out a black dress, and a pair of black heels.

Sam quickly turned around, when you started to change your clothes. Then putting the heels on.

“Alright I’m off.” You announced, opening the door.

“Y/n, you can’t go to a bar. We have a case to do tomorrow.” Sam spoke, as he followed you out the door. You quickly turned around, getting annoyed with him.

“Oh my god, Sam, you sound like a mum.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“I’m coming with you.” Sam announced, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, goodie, dull my spark.” You grumbled.

Just as Sam was about to say something, the sound of an engine stopped, beside you and Sam.

You and Sam turned your head’s heads, to see dean and some hoe, walk out of the impala. Both of them only having eyes on each other. The girl quickly pressed her lips to Dean, as he opened the door.

What an asshole. You thought. Glaring even harder. You quickly turned around, alerting Sam.

“Y/n, wait” Sam sighed, as you stormed off. Sam glared at Dean’s hotel door, then walked back inside his hotel room…

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Sam leaned against the impala, sipping on some sort of juice he made. Getting more anxious about you. You didn’t come back last night. You didn’t even answer his calls or text.

He quickly took out his phone, creating a new text message.

Hey hope you’re alright? Are you still alive? Please text back, do you want me to come get you? Sam put your contact in, pressing send.

Sam looked up when he heard the door opening, revealing the girl Dean spelt with last night and Dean himself.

The girl awkwardly walked away, as Sam glared at Dean.

“Ready to go? Where’s y/n?” Dean asked, noticing you weren’t standing by Sam.

“Ugh, I don’t know.” Sam spoke, looking at his phone.

“I thought she was staying in your room?” Dean asked.

“She was, then she saw you and that girl kissing, so she took off. Probably to the bar. She hasn’t come back since.” Sam spoke, getting even more worried for you.

“Oh, it’s good she’s moving on.” Dean spoke, kind of feeling down.

“Dean, you hurt her, badly.” Sam growled, clutching his phone tight.

“She’ll get over it.” Dean grumbled, leaning against the hood of the impala.

“No, she won’t Dean.” Sam shouted, making Dean roll his eyes.

“She’s y/n, she’s been through worse.” Dean grumbled. Making Sam give him a bitch face.

“Your unbelievable Dean, I thought that maybe somewhere deep down in your heart you’d feel some sort of love for her other than friendship. But last night, you proved me wrong, Dean.” Sam snapped, fury in his eyes. How could Dean be such a dick about this?

“If you’re so worried about her feelings, why don’t you just ask her out.” Dean snapped, getting annoyed with Sam. Who cares, she’ll get over it. Dean thought to himself.

“She’s my best friend, Dean.” Sam growled.

“She was my best friend first.” Dean argued, making Sam get even madder.

“If you truly valued you’re so called friendship with her. You’d think about having sex with that cheap whore, which hurt her.” Sam yelled.

“She’s not a whore.” Dean shouted.

“You don’t get it. Do you Dean.” Sam shouted.

“Get what?” Dean asked, clearly lost on what Sam was trying to say.

Just as Sam was about to say something, a car pulled to a stop, in the hotel parking lot.

Both of them turned around to look, at the car.

Dean’s eyes widen as he saw you step out, waving at some guy. Dean felt his heart tightening in his chest.

You quickly turned around, smiling widely at Sam and Dean.

“Morning, ready to kick some ghost ass?” you asked, stopping in front of them.

Dean’s eyes wondered down to your chest.

“Where were you?” Sam asked.

“Jezz, mom relax, I’m going to get dressed.” You responded, walking into Sam’s room, to go get changed.

Sam gave dean a look as Dean checked out your ass.

“You’re unbelievable.” Sam grumbled, hopping into the impala.

You quickly exited Sam’s room, walking closer, your heart beating faster.

“Let’s go.” You cheerily spoked, as you and dean hopped into the impala…
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep

Your heart hammered in your chest, as you walked down into the steps that lead to the basement. Of course you got the basement. Sam said he would check on you after a few minutes. Since Dean was off checking the cemetery. At least you didn’t have to see him.

Your breathing shallowed as, you shined your torch around the dark room.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you can do this.” You reassured yourself, as you walked into the room.

Your light flickered making Goosebumps arise. You quickly fixed it exploring the basement. Unware that something was watching you…

“Sam, the body’s not here.” Dean spoke, through the phone, as he walked back to the impala.

“What do you mean, it’s not there. His registered under there?” Sam asked, as he out a frustrated sigh.

“Well there’s a grave, but it’s an empty casket, it’s like nothing was in it. No scratch marks, nothing.”

You stopped in front of a large metal door, the sound of a motor running. Curiosity got the better off you. You slide it open, shining your torch in.

“Oh my god.” You gasped out, trying not to the sight or a decaying body. Which you assumed was the ghost. You quickly turned around, only to be meet by the ghost.

You let out a loud scream, dropping your flashlight on the ground

“You’re trespassing, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He growled, slamming your head hard into the metal door, knocking you out. He quickly moved you in the freezer closing the door.

“Y/n” Sam shouted.

“What, what’s wrong with y/n?” Dean asked, quickly getting into the impala. He couldn’t lose you.

“I have to go, get here fast.” Sam spoke, ending the call.

Sam quickly ran into the basement. His gun in front of him. He stopped.

“Hey.” Sam yelled, as he saw the ghost near a metal door. Aiming the gun at the ghost. Before he could fire the gun, the ghost moved it away and pinned Sam against the wall.

Sam let out a grunt. The ghost quickly opened the metal door, making Sam move across the room and into the freezer. Falling hard onto the ground…

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
in house you get knocked out
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
Well you let her go
Sam’s eyes snapped opened, lifting himself off the cold surface.

He couldn’t believe he was stuck in a freezer. He only hoped you and Dean were alright. He had to get out of here.

He quickly walked to the door, just as he was about to try and open it he heard a familiar voice.

“I already tried that. Useless.” You spoke, making Sam turn around towards you. His eyes widen, as a sad frown set across his face.

“Y/n.” Sam softly spoke. Concern clouding his eyes, as he saw a gash on your head.

“Least, I’m not stuck here with your brother. That would be torture.” You joked, making Sam role his eyes.

“You’re bleeding.” Sam sighed, changing the subject.

“No shit.” You grumbled, resting your head back, onto the wall.

Sam quickly walked towards you, crouching down in front of you. He noticed you shivering.  

“Here, take my coat.” Sam spoke, taking his coat off, and wrapping it around you.

“I’m fine, the main concern is getting out of here. Unless you want to die in here together. Because endgame.” You choked out, coughing as soon as you finished your sentence.

“We’re going to get out of this. Okay.” Sam reassured you. Looking at you with hope in his eyes.

“And if we don’t?” you coughed out. Warming yourself up. But failing.

“We will.” Sam sighed, his face dropped into a frown, as he saw you looking at him, with teary eyes. Your lip quivering.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Why doesn’t you love me? Like I love you.” You gasped out, shivering. Thinking Sam was Dean.

“Y/n, it’s me, Sam.” Sam gulped, quickly pulling you onto his body, and holding you close to his chest, trying to get you warm.

“Am I that unlovable?” you sobbed, as you clung to what you thought was Dean.

Sam eyes wondered around, until they stopped on decaying body.

“y/n.” Sam whispered, cupping your cheeks, and looking into your dull eyes.

“He doesn’t love me

“Did your gun get taken off of you?” Sam asked.

“no.” you dragged out the words. Shivering.

“Im going to take your bullets out, okay.” Sam mumbled.

“Are you going to leave me again Dean?” you cried, making Sam shush you, he quickly looked at the body then at you.

“Y/n, it’s me Sam, your best friend.” Sam spoke quietly, rubbing his thumb, up and down on your cold cheek.

“Sam?” you questioned, confusion clouding your eyes.

“Yeah. It’s me. Where going to get out of here okay?” Sam reassured you. Taking your gun out of your jean pocket.

“W-we-e are? I’m so cold.” You stuttered. As he took out four casings bullets. Taking out your pocket knife. Undoing the silver casings, and pouring the salt into one of his hands.

He quickly took you off of him. Taking your lighter.

“I know, I’m going to get us out of here.

“You’re leaving me?” you cried out.

“No, not for long, stay here.” Sam spoke, making you nod. You felt so numb.

Sam quickly threw the salt on the body, then flicking the lighter on. He dropped it on the body.

“Y/n?” Sam questioned, as he walked over to you. Seeing you unresponsive. He quickly picked you up walking over to the door.

He turned, the handle, making it finally pull open.

“Sam.” Dean spoke, as Sam handed you over to dean. Sam took the box of salt off of Dean and a lighter.

“Dean take her, and get out of here.” Sam demanded.

“What about you?” Dean asked, as he held you in his arms.

“I have to take care of this body.” Sam grumbled.

“Sam?” Dean whined.

“Just take her outside Dean, and keep her warm. Talk to her.” Sam snapped, walking into the freezer again. To take care of the body.

Dean made a beeline out of the basement and out of the house.

“Y/n?” Dean asked, as he layed, you down, on the backseat, of the impala.

“Shit.” Dean cursed, as he checked your pulse. Which was weak. He started to worry.

“Y/n, wake up.” Dean demanded. He got no response. Dean quickly took of his coat. Wrapping it around you.

Just as he was about to start compressions, you woke up.

“Hey.” Dean spoke, stroking your cheek.

“I’m so cold.” You whimpered.

“I know, here.” Dean spoke, bringing you onto his lap, and holding you close to him.

“Why dean? Why don’t you love me? Why can’t we be more then friends?” you asked, as Dean kissed the top of your head.

“It’s complicated.” Dean spoke.

“Dean, is she alright?” Sam asked, interrupting the moment. Dean gave Sam a glare.

“Yeah.” Dean answered, holding you tighter.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah.” Dean sighed.

“I’ll drive.” Sam spoke, holding out his hand, for the keys.

“Be careful.” Dean warned, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Dean.” Sam sighed.

“I’m serious, Sammy.” Dean warned.

“Okay.” Sam sighed, hopping into the driver’s side. Putting the key in the iginition.Turning the key.

“We’re going back to the motel, we can talk probably okay.” Dean said, kissing your forehead, as you looked at him with unreadable expression.

Making Sam rise his eyes brows, turning onto the road, and driving off…..

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked, as you slang your bag over your shoulder.

“Positive. I have to do this for myself. This hunting life isn’t for me, and im not saying this because I nearly died, or Dean doesn’t feel the same way for me. But when, I don’t want to waste my life away doing this. I need the apple pie life, I need stability, I need someone who is going to be my one and only, I need a fresh start, put all this behind me.” You explained.

“Dean’s not going to be happy about this.” Sam sighed, making you smile.

“What Am, I no going to be happy about?” Dean asked, handing Sam a coffee, and you one.

“I’ll wait outside.” Sam mumbled, walking out the door.

“What is he talking about? And why is your bag on your shoulder?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I’m retiring from hunting.” You spoke.

“Seriously? Just because you nearly died, you’ve had near death experiences before this.” Dean shouted. Making you wince.

“That’s not the only reason, I-” you started to say, only for Dean to interrupt you.

“Because, I rejected you. Because, I regret it now. I was scared, hell, I’m still scared, but, I can’t love anyone like I love you. And I know I was a douche, but I’ll try, y/n. I love you, more than a friend.” Dean confessed.

You let a defeated sigh. Maybe if he said that to you before your near death experience you would have believed him. Give him a chance. But now you didn’t feel anything for him.

“Dean, shut up. Okay, us, we won’t work. Maybe, if you said it, before, I nearly died, I would be putty in your hands. But Dean, I don’t love you anymore. My mind set has changed. When my life flashed through my eyes, I, it was disappointing, and maybe we could have worked, but Dean, you’re not made for the apple pie life, and I want that Dean. I want that white picket fence, I want a house of my own, a suv, and loving devoted husband and kids, a family.” You confessed, as tears slipped from Dean’s eyes.

“I can be that, we can do that.” Dean cried.

“No, you can’t Dean. You want to, but you won’t, and maybe Sam will have that life one day. But you will always choose your brother or hunting over it, and that’s okay, because I get it Dean, you’re a hero to this world, you save people, it’s who you are, you were born to do it. But me, I can’t, I want to live a normal life.” You spoke, calmly.

“Y/n.” Dean spoke, taking your hand in his, only for you to pull it away.

“I will always love you, Dean, but it’s not enough, it won’t be enough. Because you don’t love me like I love you. You can try Dean, but it won’t be enough.” You sighed, kissing his cheek gently.

“But I do.” Dean trembled. As you walked past him.

“Take care Dean.” You sighed, walking out of the room, and closing the door.

“You okay?” Sam asked, as you two started to walk to the bus stop.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You laughed.

“You know I think it’s a bit soon for you to run off.” Sam spoke.

“I’m fine Sam.” You sighed.

“You could die on the bus.” Sam spoke, making you let out a small laugh.

“Sam, I need to have a fresh start, forget hunting and have an apple pie life, get married, have a kid, I need to put this hunting life behind me.” You explained.

“Be careful, text me, every day.” Sam ordered.

“You sound like a clingy girlfriend.” You chuckled, making Sam let out a chuckle.

Both of you stopped at the bus stop.

“Fine, ill text you once a day. Happy?” you laughed.

Sam gave a small smile. Feeling sad again.

“Sam, please don’t fuss over me, this is what I want.” You sighed.

Sam let a sigh, as the bus come to a stop. People getting of the benches, and onto the bus, some putting their baggage in the storage compartment.

“I’m going to miss you.” Sam sighed, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Dido. Thank you, for being a great best friend, Sam.” You beamed.

“You’ll always be my best friend, Y/n.” Sam spoke, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a long hug.

“Take care of him, Sam, and yourself.” You spoke, giving him one last hug before you got on the bus.

Sam smiled sadly, as you waved at him. He waved back, as the bus drove, off…..

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
dean finds you’s
Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

“Dean..?” Sam spoke, walking into his room to see it was trashed.

Sam’s eyes widen, as he saw Dean, sitting in the middle of the room. With cuts and bruises on his face. Tear streaks staining his cheeks.

“I stuffed up Sam, I let her go.” Dean whimpered, looking up at his brother, his eyes red from crying. A fresh new set of tears making their way out of his eyes. His lips quivering…
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

  I think I stuffed this up………………. I’m going to write a Sam x Stefan x reader angst. Hmu if you’re interested in it…

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Becoming a more active practitioner through everyday magic

Four years ago if you asked me what it took to be an active magical practitioner, I would have told you that it took spells upon spells cast, rituals every weekend, elaborate offering ceremonies, and so on. If you had told me about “everyday” magic, I would have pouted and complained that it wasn’t “real” enough. Shame on me!!

But the truth is, you can be a “practitioner” without formal spells, rituals, and ceremonies. What makes us practitioners, seekers, whatever you like to call it isn’t the activities, but the beliefs. I also don’t want to make it seem like you must be cramming lots of magic in to your daily life to be a proper practitioner; it is quite alright to be a nonpracticing practitioner, and that is a completely valid path.

However, some of us would like a little more active practice in our daily lives. After all, we have been given a magic wand. What is the fun in letting it collect dust in the cabinet? I think doing practical, everyday magic is loads of fun. It also has the added benefit of giving you practice and experience outside of big spells and rituals which many people don’t have the time, energy, or supplies for.

What do I mean when I say everyday magic? I mean putting small amounts of magical energy behind mundane actions to turn them in to magical actions. When done regularly throughout the day this can turn a regular day in to a very magical one. This kind of everyday magic can be done again and again in any situation that you like, to help support you, ease your burdens, and improve your quality of life.

Any situation can be made magical, from drinking your morning juice to taking a walk down the sidewalk. It is up to you, as a practitioner, to decide when and where you are going to take “everyday” and add the magic. I will give several generalized spells below that you can adapt to everyday situations.

Stirring Magic in to Liquids

Useful for tea, coffee, beverages, soups, elixirs, etc.

This magic will take effect once the liquid is consumed. Or, the liquid may passively give off the effect in to the room.

Take a wooden or metal spoon; metal conducts energies more easily. You may also use your pointer finger on your right hand if you prefer.

Strongly imagine what magical effect you would like to occur. In my morning coffee I like to stir bravery and boldness. For you, perhaps you would like to stir in peace or calmness (the opposite of anxiety). In a hearty soup you may wish to stir happiness and coziness. In a brew meant to affect the ambiance of a room, perhaps a general positive energy or cleansing vibration is best.

Take the spoon or your finger and stir the brew clockwise, while vividly imagining the effect you want to take place. Imagine that this effect is literally being stirred in to your liquid, just as if you were stirring cream in to it. At a certain point you will feel as if this magic is complete, but if you doubt yourself, rest assured the spell is complete after nine stirs.

Then, you must seal the spell. You can say “so mote it be.” I like to clap or snap my fingers. Immediately consume the beverage or set it aside to allow its ambient effects to take place.

If you prefer your liquid to take something away, stir it counter-clockwise. For example, to cure anxiety, stir clockwise for peace, or counter-clockwise to reduce anxiety itself. Do not combine clockwise and counter-clockwise stirring in the same liquid.

Exhaling Energies

Releasing energies to either fill a room or be dissipated.

Inhale deeply and be acutely aware of what energies are inside of you. Maybe you are filled with beautiful energies that you want to share with the world. Maybe you are filled with negative energies that need to be released so you will feel better.

If you are filled with negative energies, try going outside if possible or in to an open space where the air and winds can help dissipate your energies.

Inhale again. As you inhale with focus, energies will be drawn towards your lungs where they can be naturally expelled. Inhale until you feel very certain that the energies are in your lungs and ready to be moved away.

When you are prepared, take a final deep breath and imagine the energies are scooped up on the air in your lungs, ready for transport. As you exhale, do so deeply, so that there is not one trace of air left in your lungs.

If you are exhaling negative energies send a wish on your breath that the winds dissipate your energies and neutralize and purify them. If you are exhaling beautiful energies for others to enjoy, just let them sit.

Inhale and exhale several more times until you feel clean and purified.

Another excellent way of dispelling negative energy is to exhale through pursed lips, like how people do when they’re pissed off. That is a real magical technique of releasing negative energies and stress. I do it often at work, and it really helps.

If you want to try something more advanced, this technique also works with talking and singing.

Applying Substances to Your Body

Add energies directly to your body or clean away negativity.

If you are using soap, lotion, makeup, or any substance that is added to your body, try this brand of magic.

First, intensely visualize what you want to occur. It could be a beauty spell to clear skin and make it soft and delicate. It could be war paint to make you stronger, or a mask to glamour yourself. As you hold your cleanser/lotion/etc., you must simply believe that when you apply it, the effects you desire will take place.

Rub in clockwise circles to bring things (beauty, power, grace, protection) and counter-clockwise circle to take things away (blemishes, fear, clumsiness). If circles do not apply to what you are doing (as is the case with spritzing on perfume or applying eyeliner) do not worry about it, just do your thing along with visualization.

Once you are done applying your substance, seal this spell by saying “so mote it be” or any other closer you use. If the substance requires rinsing off, as is the case with soaps, do so after the closing.

This type of magic can be used when applying lotion, soap, cleansers, hair products, makeup, perfume, cologne, body sprays, etc.

Quick Object Enchantments

Good to make an everyday object magical in the short term.

This quick enchantment won’t last long but depending on your level of skill it should be good for an hour or two. Remember that the magical enchantment should reflect the mundane uses for the object. Use your glasses for an enchantment to see lies, or your shoes for an enchantment to stand strong.

Hold the object and vividly imagine what you want to happen. Find a center of power within yourself – for many it is the solar plexus or spine.

Using your imagination, visualize that some of that energy comes out through your hands and in to the object you are holding. Wildly and with an iron-clad will, truly believe that the object you are holding is being infused with magical intent. Absolutely see within your mind that what you desire to occur will occur when you use the item. There is no question about it – your enchantment will work.

As soon as you feel the true faith that your object is enchanted, seal the spell by saying “so mote it be” or your preferred method of sealing. Wear, use, or otherwise interact with the object as normal and its enchantments will take effect immediately.

Harry Styles - Servant In Your House Imagine

[I changed it a little - she’s not a princess but still considered royalty, if that’s okay. This is an interesting and quite different one. It’s long and probably my favorite thing I have EVER written. haha. I just wanted to keep writing and didn’t want it to end.. I hope that you enjoy!!]

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I have a lot of affection for PADME AMIDALA’s character and sometimes she can get a little lost in the shuffle (both in canon and in fandom) so LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY PADME FEELINGS AND WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD, by which I mean cry about my feelings on Padme fic, especially Padme Lives fic.

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Rumours of my Demise by cupiscent, obi-wan/padme & cast, 4k
Lights Will Guide You Home by darlingargents, obi-wan/padme & obi-wan/anakin/padme & cast, 6.2k wip
turn my sorrow into treasured gold by cosmicocean, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia, 15.6k
Far More Than Rubies by frodogenic, padme & luke & obi-wan & vader & cast, 71.7k
Holder of the Torch by SimplexityJane, padme & obi-wan & luke & leia, 4.1k
Circles by ambiguously, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia & anakin + past anakin/padme, 4.2k
Resurrection by Lefaym, obi-wan/padme & cast, 1.1k
recovery by dadcastellanos, obi-wan/padme, 1.8k
counterpoise by spookykingdomstarlight, padme & obi-wan & luke & leia & cast, 6.1k
The Beginning After the End by notbecauseofvictories, padme & cast (some anakin/padme & obi-wan & palpatine & luke & leia), padme lives, 7k
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Growing Up Batty: Part 4

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You don’t have any delusions about yourself. Your parents had been honest about your heritage from day one. You know you’re different. While you understand emotions, you have a hard time expressing them. Deep down you know the truth. Your mother was an emotional being, dedicated to your sperm donor like no other. She let her emotions rule her and had ended up having a mental break that haunted the whole of Gotham.

    So yeah, you and emotions didn’t get along too well. You kept them closely guarded, and occasionally you let them out. Typically only around those you trusted. Like your parents, and eventually Damian Wayne.

    You can see it in him. That battle with emotions, the battle between doing what was right and what was needed. It hadn’t taken long for you to figure it out. Especially, with the hint Bruce Wayne had dropped. If someone knew who your birth parents are, then they knew everything about everything, and the only person who knew everything about everything, was the Batman.

You choose not to say anything. It’s their secret to keep, and since Damian obviously doesn’t know your secret, you figure it’s only polite to let him reveal his own. That is, until the academy is attacked by a gang of psychopaths, and Damian comes dangerously close to revealing his secret to the whole school.

You grab his hand before he can do anything. You grip it in your own, and when he tries to pull away, you dig your nails in. The look he gives you is one of confusion. You mouth the words, “Some things need to stay secret.”

He understands what you’re saying. You see the reluctance in his eyes, as he backs up into the shadow with you. The shadows are your friend. While for most they hide the scary things, for you they hide friends.

You don’t let go of Damian’s hand until Batman and his merry gang of birds arrive. You stay put in the classroom, while Damian runs to help his family. He never orders it, you just consider it common sense. You tuck your legs underneath you and grab your book. It won’t be long now before the police arrive and start clearing the school. You find it best to remain helpless when it comes to men with guns.

There’s also the fact that your classmates had already run screaming from the room. Foolish in your opinion, when there were men running around with guns. You enjoy the peace and quiet, right up until the door creaks open.

The lack of noise tells you the person is barefoot, which only slightly interests you. Self preservation wins over interest though, and you slide back farther into the shadows. That doesn’t stop her from finding you. She seems just as drawn to the shadows as you are. You meet her eyes without hesitation, and you can see the curiosity there.

You can see the dots slowly connecting behind her eyes, and when it clicks she frowns. As she crouches downs in front of you, her hand slowly reaches out and plucks a hair from your head. You scowl, at the slight pain. It’s almost as though she’s able to analyze your DNA, and as her scowl deepens, you know that’s exactly what she’s doing.

She straightens and stares at you before shaking her head, “Stupid, stupid Harley. She actually had you. That liar. I should have known better.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, “You should have known better? Shouldn’t she have known better than to screw a murderous clown.”

The grin that takes over her face, is more than a bit unsettling, “So you know.”

“What I come from, yeah. My parents think it’s better to be prepared.”

“Does being prepared cancel out genetics?”

Your eyes narrow, “My family does not define me. I choose who I am.”

This time, when the woman smiles, it’s a bit more kind. A small flower blooms out of her hand, and she reaches out and places it behind your ear. She straightens and says, “As always I’ll clean up your mother’s mess. Be well little Arlecchino.” Then she leaves.

You lean back against the wall, and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Then the sounds of footsteps, this time boot clad, catch your attention.

He’s dressed in his typical outfit. Black suit, cape, mask, and utility belt. He kneels down in front of you, and you give him a half hearted smile. “Hi Mr. Wayne.”

He smiles, “Y/N, I see you received a visit from Pamela.”

You nod, “I’m guessing that’s the green plant lady.”

He nods, and reaches forward, to remove the flower. “You’re at a crossroads.”

“This where you convince me it’s time to throw away my family’s legacy, and join the side of heros?”

“I’d be happy as long as you don’t go on a murderous rampage.”

You nod, “I can understand that. But if I do want to join …is that an option.”

“I’m not a nice teacher.”

“Never thought you were.”

He smiles, “Then maybe we can work out a deal.”

What Our Dead Teach (p1)

(Alpha!Derek, werefox!Stiles, canon violence, mild gore, spoopy stuff, some pack angst, some post nogitsune and other stuff angst, anchors.)


This shouldn’t have happened.

His nail breaks when he sinks his fingers into the earth like claws, and pulls himself forward as far as he can. There’s no point in holding in the loud hiss of pain that leaves him, or the long, drawn out groan as he drags himself across the ground at a snail’s pace. He’s been in the woods since nightfall, and by the look of the sky right now, Stiles would say it’s just about time to get up and go to school. For normal teenagers, anyway.

In times like this, he misses being one of those teens. To get up, eat a Pop-Tart, find that missing sock, run out the door with a quick hello-goodbye to his dad coming home, and off to school in his Jeep. Totally average high school student stuff sounds marginally better than crawling around in the dirt, bleeding, bruised, there’s definitely some snot and tear action going on here, maybe some broken bones, too.

Stiles drags himself forward another inch, and tries to remind himself that this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to him. It’s not, there are worse things. He just can’t… think of any of them right now.

“Really fucking helpful, brain.”

His brain reminds him that talking to himself isn’t a good sign. It also comes up with a worse thing: Gerard. Murdered friends. Nogitsune.

“Good one,” he mutters to himself, reaching out with his now-bleeding hand and fastening his fingers around a tree root. It provides him with much better leverage than the stupid dirt, and Stiles manages to actually pull himself into a half-reclining position. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

It’s almost light enough to see the body he left behind in the clearing by the time he realizes he’s been leaning against a tree doing nothing for at least twenty minutes. Swearing under his breath, Stiles sticks his—Ow ripped off finger nail shit—hand into his pocket to pull out the small vial he shoved in there before leaving the house. Inside, the thick, ink-like substance seems to shudder and look at him as he swirls the stuff in front of his face. He grimaces at the smell when he pulls the top off, and tries not to think too hard about where it came from. This is not what he wanted, not the way things were supposed to go. No one’s supposed to do this, and for, like, twenty different really good reasons.

But, Stiles can see the body through the trees.

He can see a leg twitching.

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You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.

(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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anonymous asked:

I saw the ask about the positioning thing and that x-ray talk had me wondering. How would each skeleton UT,Uf and Us react to seeing their s/o x-ray? Like the chest area or the whole body is really up to you

When you went to the doctor, you had to get chest and abdominal x-rays (the latter includes a nice view of your pelvis, of course).  You decided that since you’re dating a skeleton, they would probably get a kick out of getting to actually see your bones, so you asked for a disc with the images to take home. 

You call your bonefriend into the room right as the disc loads on your laptop.  

“Hey, check it out– I got some x-rays today!  Thought you’d like to check out what my very own skeleton looks like.”


Sans’s stroll into the room had him with his usual good-natured grin on his face, but the second you announced that it’s YOUR skeleton on the screen, well… you can see his grin slip, his eyelights  becoming pin-pricks riveted to the screen.  He comes to sit beside you as you flip through the three images, and you notice him tense up when your pelvis is in plain sight.  


“…did you know that you have 206 bones in your body?”

You actually didn’t know there was that many.  You smile, thinking he’s about to start naming them, but when he turns to you, his shit-eating grin reappears.  

“would you like one more?”



Papyrus freezes the instant he sees the x-rays, his face flushing pink.  He has trouble enough dealing with the naked skeletons during Halloween, so seeing your bones laid bare on the screen flusters him even more.  It feels so intimate, him seeing something hidden beneath layers of skin, muscle, and fat, and he shifts uneasily.  He hasn’t even seen you without your clothes yet!

“Something wrong?” you ask, your amused smile beginning to fade.  Did you overstep some kind of skeleton monster boundary?

“NO, N-NOTHING LIKE THAT!  IT’S JUST THAT…”  He’s blushing harder and trying not to look at the screen, even though his gaze keeps getting drawn to it.  "I-I CAN SEE YOUR PELVIS!  AND IT.. IT’S DISRESPECTFUL TO GAWK!“  

“Paps, sweetie, it’s okay to look.  I thought you’d find it cool.”


Yeah, he dashes out of the room with his face bright pink.  


"hell yeah, i do!”

Red is instantly at your side, taking the laptop and putting it on his own lap.  His grin is wide, and he slips an arm around you while he scrolls through the image.  The look on his face is ravenounous, as if you went to the doctor just for a sexy nude photo session.  "stars, sweetheart, it’s not even my birthday~.“

You elbow him lightly in the ribs.  "Are you saying you find me sexier without skin?”  There’s a self-conscious lithe to your tone that you’re unable to completely bury.  

“not at all,” he answers without missing a beat, his eyelights shifting back over to you.  "you should know by now that i love the shit outta your skin.  it’s so soft.“  He sets the laptop down and pulls you onto his lap, his phalanges gripping your hips.  Red leans around you to glance at the x-rays on the laptop, where he can clearly see the bones of your pelvis.  "it’s just also sexy as hell to see what’s beneath it.  your pelvis looks like mine, doll, so why don’t we match ‘em up?”  He winks, and all at once, the insecurity is gone as you grin.  


His face is bright red the instant he spots the screen.  "WHO ELSE SAW THESE OBSCENE PICTURES?!“ he demands, his eyelights glowing as bright as his face.  He appears pissed off.

"Uh, the tech, the doctor, the nurses probably–or at least the nurse practioner.  Maybe a radiologist?” you shrug.  Papyrus seems even more incensed over your reply.


“It’s just an x-ray,” you point out slowly, not understanding the big deal.


“Lemme cut you off right there,” you begin, holding up a hand.  "You’re being ridiculous right now, but I’ll let it slide because apparently x-rays are a huge turn-on for you or something?“  You’re smirking as you watch him become even more flustered, his jaw opening and closing, and his arms crossing.  


“Just come over and look at them, then.”

He complies, plopping down onto the couch with his arms still crossed.  He shifts in his seat as you scroll through the images.  When you’re done, you turn toward him.  "Well?  Is it cool, or too obscene for you?“




Blueberry is blushing bright blue as he cautiously approaches the laptop, wringing his gloved hands together.  He looks from you, to the images, and you feel like he’s undressing you with his eyelights… all the way to the bone.


Despite his blush, he’s obviously quite intrigued by the notion of you both having skeletons, even if yours is a secret skeleton.  As he stares at your chest x-ray, however, he begins to look confused.  "BUT WHAT’S THAT INSIDE YOUR SKELETON?“  He points to a gray ball peeking from the left of your spine.

"That’s my heart,” you inform him, tracing the shape with your finger.  "And the black pouches right here are my lungs.“


“They’re more like cartoon hearts, right?  Like Valentine’s Day hearts?  Actual human hearts don’t look like that.”

“WHAT?”  His mind is blown.  "THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!“  He stares at your x-rays for a moment more, before he starts pointing out others things on the images, and it ends up turning into a human anatomy lesson.


"you know something funny about x-rays?”

“What’s that?” you ask as Stretch rounds the couch to sit beside you.  He takes the laptop and sets it on his lap, leaning back to glance from the screen, to you.  

“you can’t lie to ‘em.  they see right through you.”

He smirks and you shove his arm while he examines the images.  He’s not blushing, not flustered–in fact, he just seems to find them neat if anything.  "did they find anything on these?“

"No, everything came back clear. Whatever I have is probably just viral.”  You point to a few splotchy places in your lungs.  "It’s just congestion, not pneumonia or anything.“

"that’s good.  and the abdomen x-ray?”  He’s staring at it, but you get the feeling that he’s looking for pathology instead of oogling your bones.  

“No obstruction.”

“good.  here ya go.”  He hands you the laptop back, and you have to admit, you were expecting something different.  

“Uh.. hey.”


You set the laptop on the coffee table, feeling your cheeks heat up a little.  "Well, I just.. I thought you’d care a little more about seeing my bones or something?“

He looks at you for a moment before a slow, knowing smirk crosses his face.  "you thought i’d get turned on over the sight of your bones because i’m a skeleton monster.  isn’t that being specist?”

“N-no, that’s not what I–”

“i’m just kidding, hun, relax.”  He grins and wraps his arms around you, pulling your shoulder into his chest.  His head leans down, his mouth directly by your ear.  "i mean, they do say it’s what’s on the inside that counts, right?”  You playfully push against his chest, and he chuckles, holding onto you tighter.  “seeing your bones is cool, but i’m attracted to you, not a skeleton version of you.”

someone new

Originally posted by badwolfgirlatbakerst

But imagine moving to Riverdale the day that Jason Blossom went missing.

You were pretty shaken up. I mean, your family finally decides to leave the city and move to a small town and BAM! a kid disappears.

Of course, your family was the first to get interviewed. It was understandable, a new family popping up out of nowhere when the town’s golden boy mysteriously goes missing, but you were still in shock.

The only downside was that due to the Blossom’s insistence to have your family interviewed, you were now the talk of the town. School hadn’t even started and everyone already knew who you were.

The first week of school had been rough. It had gotten even worse when Kevin Keller and Moose Mason discovered Jason’s body. The discovery of Jason’s death had drawn suspicion back to you and your family for some reason and suddenly, you were even more of an outcast than you had been before.

Sitting at Pop’s after school had sort of become a daily ritual for you. You frequented the diner so much that you quickly became acquainted with the staff, including Hermione Lodge and Pop himself.

“One vanilla shake and a side of onion rings.”

You looked up from your book, giving Pop a huge smile and thanking him as he walked away. Looking back down at your book, you reached for your milkshake, becoming very confused when you noticed it was missing.

Looking up, your eyes met a pair of turquoise ones. A boy around your age sat across from you, vanilla milkshake in hand.

“Excuse me? Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m 99% sure that’s my milkshake you’re holding,” you said.

The boy stayed silent, simply smirking whilst picking the cherry off your milkshake, popping it into his mouth. You scowled at him only then noticing the grey crown-shaped beanie that was perched on his head.

Jughead Jones was sitting in front of you.

Of course you immediately knew who the boy was. He was Riverdale’s very own brooding enigma, friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge. He was also a brilliant writer who sat behind you in your creative writing class.

“You are 100% correct actually,” he replied, taking a sip of you shake.

“Well then, I’ll be taking that back,” you said as you reached across the table, snatching your milkshake from his grasp.

Jughead grinned. “Jason Blossom disappears, only for someone new to suddenly show up. Days later, he’s declared dead. A bit strange don’t you think?”

You stiffened up before rolling your eyes. “Jason Blossom is declared dead and the town’s budding investigative writer decides to interrogate one of the new residents. A bit cliché, don’t you think?”

Jughead couldn’t help but laugh at your response.

“Jughead Jones. The third,” he said as he extended his hand to you.

You eyed him warily before taking his hand in yours and shaking it. You continued reading.

“Don’t I get a name in return?” Jughead asked. You ignored him.

You let out a relieved sigh as you heard him get up and walk off, only to be pushed further into the booth as Jughead slid in beside you.

“Listen new girl. Frankly, I don’t think you had anything to do with Jason Blossom’s murder,” Jughead said, this time taking one of your onion rings. You swatted his hand away. “You look way too innocent to have been involved in something as gruesome as that.”

You grabbed the tray of onion rings and brought them closer to you. “Looks can be deceiving Jones.”

Jughead laughed once more. “I don’t think so. Listen…”

He trailed off, waiting for you to say your name. You stayed quiet, causing him to roll his eyes. “Listen newbie, I have a proposition for you. Come work with me and my friend Betty for the school newspaper.”

“Why should I?” You asked, leaning your head on the booth. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well for starters, it’s an extracurricular activity.”

You shrugged. “I already have all my extracurriculars sorted out.”

Jughead sighed in frustration. “Secondly, it’s a great chance for you to clear your name. Although many people don’t think you had anything to do with the murder, there’s that small group that does. And eventually, their insistence will grow and grow until the rest of the town becomes convinced that you did it.”

Your eyes widened. Was Jughead threatening you?

“The choice is yours newbie. Think it over,” Jughead got up to leave.

“Fine!” You blurted. Jughead turned around. “I’ll do it.”

Jughead smirked. “I knew you’d come around. Come by the Blue & Gold offices tomorrow.”

That was the exact moment your life was flipped upside down. If you had known how much Jughead would mean to you in a few weeks, you would’ve never accepted his offer.

But you didn’t.


Little thing I thought up at school. Sorry I haven’t updated but I will be uploaded a fic soon.

Hope you like this little drabble (?). As always, asks are open. Thanks for reading!

Roomie (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?

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Word Count: 2184
Author’s Note: Scared Jim is super sexy to me
Prompt: Hey! Thanks for the lists etc! How’s about a Kirk x reader fic where the reader is angry at the captain, and blames him for her being attacked by an alien on an away mission? Thaaaankya muchly xoxoxoxoxo (@annalisehartmann)

You were working on some routine maintenance under the console in the torpedo bay when your comm chirped. You ignored it. You wanted to get this job done, and needed both hands. Scotty would understand. More to the point, he would also approve. Not being zapped by electrical currents due to distraction was one of his pet reminders. Your comm chirped again. And then again. Finally, rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself out from under the console to answer the call.

“Kirk to Y/L/N, please report to the transporter room for an away mission.” The captain’s voice sounded irritated.

“I’m in the middle of maintenance in the torpedo bay, and have a power lockout on bays 1 through 4. My estimated completion is in one hour. Is there anyone else from Engineering that can go?” You replied.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, report to the transporter room. That is an order,” the captain replied. His tone was definitely irritated. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be there shortly, sir,” you snapped back.

“Stat, Lieutenant. That’s an order. Kirk out.”

You sighed and climbed back under the console to interrupt the diagnostics, and reset the system. Once you were sure the torpedo bays were functional again, and the console wouldn’t zap any unwitting idiot that happened by it, you made your way to the transporter room. Captain Kirk was there, red-faced, and fuming. He stomped over to you, and you could practically see the steam coming from his ears.

“Did I, or did I not, order you to get down here stat, Lieutenant?” His voice was a low growl. You cocked an eyebrow, and bit back the first comment that came to mind.

“With all due respect, sir, I was in the midst of a power lock-down console maintenance program on torpedoes one through four. Which meant if I’d just jumped and ran, the torpedoes would have been down for maintenance for the duration of the mission. I had to reset the console before I could attend you.” You managed to get it out without losing your temper, but not without rolling your eyes slightly. Kirk took you by the arm and pulled you away where no one would hear your conversation.

“Are you still mad at me about the ass comment?” He asked. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but your ass does drive me wild.”

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Say You Won’t Let Go.

Prompt: Isaac songfic to ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur - deepblueo-cean

Author’s Note: Boyd & Erica aren’t dead in this (; Also, hope you don’t mind that I incorporated the last lyrics within the end of the story instead of like the rest of it.

Enjoy! Sorry it took a while and thanks for requesting!

Master List.

Say You Won’t Let Go.

I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough
We danced the night away
We drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

Isaac hated parties, especially this time of year. The only reason came to this one was because Boyd and Erica dragged him to it to try to lift his spirits. They promised him a good time, but so far the only thing he was enjoying was his second beer. Boyd and Erica ditched him a long time ago and were currently dancing to some EDM song blaring through the house. He knew this would happen. It always does. The joys of being the third wheel at a party.

He sighed in annoyance as he turned away and headed outside to the pool area. He couldn’t leave because Boyd stole his apartment keys for just that reason, so he wouldn’t be able to escape. That’s how desperate his friends were to get him out of this funk. The problem was, he knew there was no getting out of it until the date had passed and he had time to forget about it.

March 17, 2014. A night that he’ll never forget. The night that Allison died after saving him from being sliced and diced by the Oni. She turned around and was quickly met with her own fate. It still haunted him five years later. Every year he’d fall into this depression as he was reminded of her, his love for her, and how she died saving him.

Now, here he was on the anniversary of her death, roaming around a party that he didn’t want to be at because his friends wanted to take his mind off of the date. Erica and Boyd should have known by now that it never works. They should have left him at his apartment to sulk by himself.

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Requests- Like a Romeo and Juliet type forbidden love between Tom and Reader

Where Peter broke up with the reader to protect her, but after he saves her from the Vulture, he apologises and they make up and fluff.

Prompt- “Did you think leaving you was easy? No! It was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”

AN- I got two requests for this prompt and they both gave me an idea, so I’ll use both of them and an idea of my own. 


Originally posted by optimus-grimes

It wasn’t all plain sailing being thrown into the spotlight from the second you were born, Y/N Stark, the next heir of the Stark fortune and undeniable brains that came with the name. But you had never had the chance to flourish, instead you held firmly under lock and key by your father, constantly protected by the grey walls of the compound you called home.

You had grown up with your father spending multiple weeks and even months away, forcing you to be brought up by his endless amounts of staff. Happy was always your favourite, especially after he was no longer ‘Iron Man’s’ body guard, he was around a lot more than your dad.

Sure, you had the company of the World’s Mightiest Heroes, but you never clicked with any of them, with an exception of Natasha. That was simply because you’d known her the longest out of all of them. Yet, just like your dad she was away most of the time, saving the world and all that jazz.

You had always sworn you wouldn’t get attached to any of the heroes, it was too dangerous, they could get ripped away from you at any moment. And you probably aren’t going to have a chance to say goodbye.

That was until one day you heard your dad enter the lab where you were currently messing around with some of the bits he had laying around. It was pretty much the only thing you could do without Tony freaking out so you took full advantage of the slight freedom. You were used to him coming in alone checking up on you, and occasionally messing around with you, though this time there was another voice with him.

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In which I have transcribed all 18 memories from Breath of the Wild

Memory 1: Subdued Ceremony

Zelda: Hero of Hyrule, chosen by the sword that seals the darkness… you have shown unflinching bravery and skill in the face of darkness and adversity. And have proven yourself worthy by the blessings of the Goddess Hylia. Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight. The sacred blade is forever bound to the soul of the Hero. We pray for your protection… and we hope that—that the two of you will grow stronger together as one. (Hand down, breath, hand up). Forged in the long distant past…
Daruk:Gee, this is uplifting. She’s making it sound as if we already lost.
Revali: Wasn’t this your idea? You’re the one who wanted to designate the appointed knight with all the ceremonial pomp, grandeur, and nonsense we could muster…. And if you ask me, the whole thing does seem to be overkill. I think I’m on the same page as the Princess regarding this… this boy.
Urbosa: Oh give it a rest. That boy is a living reminder of her own failures. Well, at least that’s how the princess sees him.

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Hold Me Down

Pairing: Jason Scott/Billy Cranston

Warning: First time I’m writing an Autistic character, please correct me if I did anything wrong!

Description: The Rangers are sparring together one Saturday after the whole Rita Repulsa incident - because apparently winning the fight wasn’t enough for Zordon - and Jason is paired up with Billy, trying to teach him a couple takedowns, when things get a little…interesting.

Also: No one prompted me to write this, it’s really long, and I think I saw someone write something similar, but I’m just gonna leave this here.

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Lucas Baker x dyslexic!reader

You hated everything that was going on. It had been a long day for you; a long day that you wouldn’t have wished on your worst enemy. You were driving down a road in the parish of Dulvey while you were traveling to go check out a job opportunity a few states over. The fact that you were on that road in the first place was the first bad sign of the day because it was nowhere near where you were supposed to be, and you knew it. The gps on your phone wasn’t working either. You had apparently strayed so far into practically desolate swampland that you didn’t have poor reception, you had basically no reception at all. Things were made worse when you ran out of gas. You were so busy trying to figure out where you were and how to get back to where you needed to be that you hadn’t been paying attention to the decreasing meter. You walked for about twenty minutes farther down the road when you saw a dirt path. Not seeing a end to the paved road anytime soon, you chose to take the dirt one. It had to lead to a house or something right? You were so happy when it did. Little did you know that a few hours of a walk on a hot Louisiana road would be light years better than what awaited you in that house.

Long story short, you ended up going to another house near there when it looked like no one was home. While at the other house, you found a woman named Mia locked in a room in the basement. You got the chain off of the cell door that she was in so she and you could get out of there, but you didn’t get very far. Mia and you only made it a few rooms over from where you set her free when you heard her scream at someone. “DADDY! NO!” You heard right before you felt a hand forcefully turn you around. It was a man that at first glance looked somewhere in his mid-fifties. “Heh, welcome to the family!” Was all he said before his fist met your face, knocking you unconscious.

That’s how this whole thing started. And since then you had seen more things than you’ll probably not want to remember, but absolutely would. The worst being having to fight monstrous versions of Jack, the man that had knocked you out earlier, and his wife Marguerite. The close second was all of those foul smelling, mold monsters that you had to fight. You had the worst time getting away from them because of how large and unfamiliar that house you were in was. There was always the underlying problem that you might mix up directions and specific routes that you would have to take to get to certain places, but it worsened when you were under pressure. And, giant monsters or crazed, murderous parental figures hunting you down is one of the worst forms of pressure that you could put on someone. Yeah, there were some hand drawn maps that you found along the way, but sometimes trying to figure those out just made your head hurt worse than those head-butts Jack gave you. The older house that you found Margurete in was a little better because it was smaller, but you still got turned around once or twice. Thankfully, you had left the two houses(hopefully for good) and the barn that you were currently in was much easier to navigate.

Aside from all of the tripwires and the mold monsters, you were doing okay. Everything was basically straight halls, so getting turned around or struggling with direction wasn’t as much of a deal here. The main problem was the person you were in here to get to: Lucas. He was the son to the crazy couple and brother to that Zoe lady that has been helping you. You would have liked to skip seeing him all together if you could, but you had seen him take Mia and he also had told you via phone that he had Zoe. You needed to get Zoe if you wanted to get out of here because she knew her way around and could help you, and it just didn’t seem right to leave Mia. If you were going to get one why not help the other if you could?

You had just beaten the, “fat man,” as Lucas called it, and saw the charred remains of who you could only assume was the guy from the last vhs you saw holding a sign that said “Your Next” and the code you needed. After being sure that you memorized the numbers, you walked down the stairs, and found yourself right in front of the room with the number pad. “Okay, 1480.” You told yourself mentally as you typed and entered it in. Nothing. Huffing, you tried it again. Once more, nothing. You were about to yell at the fact that Lucas gave you a wrong password when you thought of something. A quick trip back up the stairs and another look at the sign later you were back at the number pad to type in 1408. “Oowee! You ain’t too good with numbers, are ya?” You heard Lucas jeer over a speaker. “What makes you say that?” You respond, not wanting to admit anything to him. “Well, I noticed that you didn’t catch a single thing when I was thrown’ fake codes at ya earlier. Not to mention, ya had'ta go back and look at the right one just now.” He laughed with clear amusement for your trouble in his voice. You just pouted in response, finding no amusement whatsoever in the situation.

“Anyways,” he continued, “this right here is a test of skill. I don’t want any cheatn’, so~ that shit your carryn’; get rid of it!” It didn’t seem like you had much of a choice, so you begrudgingly did what you were told. You tried to sneak your pocketknife in, but apparently whatever camera he was watching you with could see that you did. “Hey, now! Don’t think I didn’t see that! Put that knife in the box with the rest of it!” Lucas said in a scolding manner. “Ugh! Fine!” you huffed as you took the knife from your pocket and put it in the box before walking to the door. “Your lucky I think ya cute, or else we’d have a problem.” he snorted over the speaker as the door opened. You walked into the dark room and started to look around before the sound of the door slamming and locking behind you caught your attention. Before you could see what closed it, however, something was put over the grate on the door casing the little light that you had from the other room to be blocked off leaving you in total darkness.

After a moment of silence, Lucas’s voice came through a speaker once more, “Alrighty, sweetheart! This is a test of your listenin’ skills. Ya see, this room is full of mouse traps except for a certain path. All you have to do is step where I tell ya, and you’ll be fine.” You weren’t sure if you should play this trust game with Lucas. After all, you were wearing some pretty thick boots that would probably keep your toes from breaking if you hit some mouse traps, so you could just find your own way through. “Oh, somethin’ you should know ‘bout the traps: most of them are normal ol’ mouse catchers, buuuuuuut some of them are-shall we say-enhanced.” Based on the multiple explosions you saw in the rest of the barn, you decided that you really didn’t want to know what the enhanced traps were, leaving you no choice but to go where Lucas told you and hope he didn’t purposely lead you to your early death.

“Okie dokie! The first thing you need to is turn around the opposite way that you are now.” You gave a shaky sigh as you did as Lucas instructed. He must have a night vision camera or something if he knew which way you were facing. “The next thing is to take two small steps forward, turn and take a step to the left.” Bracing yourself, and hoping that the steps you took were small enough, you started to move. One, two forward-so far so good- and one to the left- SNAP!! “What the hell is wrong with you? I said to the left!” Lucas questioned over the speaker. Based on his reaction and the fact that you felt the recently activated mouse trap on your boot, you had gone right instead. Taking a few steps to the actual left and removing the trap from your person, you waited for Lucas’s next instructions. This went one for a little bit longer, and thankfully you didn’t get any more of the directions confused. Towards the end you were getting kind of flustered because of being in the darkness for so long and the fact that you weren’t sure if he was actual going to lead you to safety or not, so a lot of your choices were lucky guesses.

You were extremely relieved when you heard Lucas tell you, “Last thing I’m gonna help you with: there’s a door to your right leading to another room. Now, somewhere in that room is a flash light. If you can find that, then you can use it to get to the end of the maze.” Great now all you had to do was get in that room and find the light. He said it was to the right. Stopping, you had to be sure that you went the correct way. There was no doubt in your mind that Lucas would put a lot of the extra deadly traps right by that door. “Okay, time to use a cheat.” You mumbled to yourself as you held the thumb and the pointer finger of both of your hands in front of your face. Wait, it was pitch black in here, you couldn’t see your hands! The idea was to see which one had the L shape facing the right way to determine left, but not only could you not see your hands, you also, under the stress you were in, were blanking out on which way the L was supposed to go. “What are you doin’?!” Lucas practically yelled, causing you to jump out of your skin. “I-I’m thinking you.” You yelled back. “About what? What could you possibly need ta think about?” He responded in an annoyed tone. Not answering, you decided to just take a step to the side and hope that it was the right way.

Thankfully, it was, and you went into the next room. At the end of the room, which had no traps in it, much to your delight, there was a small table that had the flash light on it. Shining the light onto the previous room that you were in, you realized that not only was this the place you had seen on the vhs that you watched earlier except with a bunch of mouse traps and no clown, but also that you were lucky the trap you set off at the beginning was a regular one and not one of the ones that you now saw had razor blades and broken glass glued to them. Using the light, you made your way to through this room and into the one that used to have an exploding cake in it. When you got there, the overhead lights turned on. You looked around to see a mostly empty room, except for a note on the wall by the doorway you just came through. It read, “Congratulatoins on getting thruogh the maze! I’ve got a graet surqrise for you!”

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your neck. You yelped and looked over to see a hand pull a now empty syringe out of you before you were turned around. Lucas threw the needle behind him and kneeled down to your height as you started to sink onto the floor. “Wha- What did you do to me?” You questioned him as your head started to get foggy and you limbs started to feel heavy. “Don’t you worry none. I just gave ya somethin’ to help you fall asleep. You must be tired after all ya’ve been through, right?” He responded with a twisted grin on his face. You wanted to say something back to him, but you were already too far out of it. “You’re just too much fun to get rid of. Besides, I think I’m startn’ to really like you, so we need ta get ta know each other better.” You wanted to yell, or punch him, or something but you were unable to. The last thing you saw before you passed out was his twisted smile as you heard him laugh, “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Adrinette Monday Day Twenty

Today’s prompt is personality swap. Wasn’t sure how to draw it… so I did a little change up to parts of the Origins for a basic understand of how a personality swap!AU would work. Also, read the notes after the story for further ideas into this universe.

Oh, and for those who follow my *ahem* blog, I have posted another part to Nothing Else Matters.

Rating: K
Genre: Fluff
Pairing(s): Adrinette
Summary: Just a simple idea for Personality Swap Prompt.
Warning: No warnings… though, no offense to Chloé fans. There is still room for redemption in this swap idea of course! I just didn’t write that far.  

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we go down together

A/N: me: look at the hundred different things I SHOULD be writing right now! also me: but………. pansmione post-war drabble? still me: … yeah that’s a good idea. (shoutout as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann who read this on her break at work and reassured me that it was good! & tagging @provocative-envy bc your love for pansy lights up my life, and @ff-sunset-oasis who seemed especially excited by kind-of-sad definitely-gay pansmione!) (and, two related songs because i have a Problem)

You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed the plan
You put the brakes on this
And it drove me
And it drove me
And it drove me wild
- Tegan and Sara, Drove Me Wild

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

- The Chainsmokers, Paris

Hermione Granger was standing on her front stoop.

Pansy had opened the front door, ready to bitch out whoever decided to knock at such an ungodly hour of the day, and instead found Hermione Granger.

Immediately, Pansy’s blood started to boil and her heart started to pound and she was about to slam the door when she realized that Hermione didn’t actually look very good. At all. Her dark skin was ashy and her cheeks were streaked with tears and she was wearing a dark green sweater that Pansy recognized a little too closely, arms wrapped around her body and a small leather rucksack slung over one shoulder.

They stood there for a long moment, each looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak first. In the end, it was Hermione.

It usually was.

“You look good.” She said, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying and she clearly had to work not to hiccup in the middle of the short sentence and Pansy narrowed her eyes, crossed her pale arms over her chest.

“You don’t.” Pansy snapped back, but instead of jumping to the challenge like usual, instead of snarking something in response, Hermione just looked down at the ground and sighed, then nodded.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong and Hermione was on her front step. Which was another question in itself.

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