sixth pick

Got7 at the grocery store
  • Mark: The minimum effort shopper. Everything in his cart has easy microwave directions or the word "instant" somewhere on the packaging. Buys one bag of baby carrots so he can claim he's eating healthy when his mom asks.
  • Jaebum: The "cool" shopper. Writes a list but forgets it at home, then panics inwardly and buys way more than he needs just in case. That guy who tries to carry 20 bags at once just so he won't have to make two trips.
  • Jackson: The impulsive shopper. Buys a bunch of vegetables because they look good and he wants to eat healthy but doesn't know what to do with them once he gets home. Claims to have a sixth sense for picking the best produce. Buys a bunch of stuff he doesn't need because it was on sale and he can't pass up a deal.
  • Jinyoung: The smart shopper. Writes a list, clips coupons, brings reusable shopping bags. Budgets plenty of time so he can go slowly and be thorough. Counts his change after he gets it from the cashier.
  • Youngjae: The eccentric shopper. Doesn't write a list because he claims he'll remember everything. Spends the whole time walking back and forth across the store as he remembers things he'd forgotten. Sings while he shops, and pauses to say hello to every baby he sees.
  • Bambam: The "mission impossible" shopper. Writes a list, but you'll never see him use it, because he knows all his recipes by heart. In and out in twenty minutes flat. That guy who almost takes someone out with his cart because he turned a corner too quickly.
  • Yugyeom: The freeform shopper. List? Never heard of it. Goes to the store because his cupboards are bare, but won't know what he wants to buy until he sees it. Ends up taking a few hours to shop because he keeps stopping to help short people get things from high shelves.
How To Find Your Spirit Guides, And Guardian Angels

Your spirit guides, and guardian angels are very powerful entities that have been watching over you, and are ever present in your life even, if you do not have a relationship with them yet. These beings are specifically connected to you, because you chose each other before you were even born into this incarnation. Everyone has a spirit guide, and a guardian angel. Finding them, and learning how to interact, and communicate with them can greatly improve every single facet of your life through the simple act of their presence. Some people may find it hard to find their spirit guides, and guardian angels, others will find it very easy, it all depends on if you are ready to know them, or not. There are many ways to go about finding your spirit guides, and guardian angels, if you are ready to go searching for them. Any of these methods am about to share with you can help you find them, but it is also important to use your insight, and introspection to verify your experiences.

This article might help too: http://wolfofantimonyoccultism.tumblr.com/post/142941334371/spirit-guides

Things that can help you find your spirit guides, and guardian angels:

• Just knowing that they exist.

Just to the act of simply acknowledging that they exist will allow you to start building a connection with them. You will start to see their influences in the world, and all of the things that they do for you, that you might not have been previously aware of. Allowing for you to meet them, and to get to know them not through a direct meeting, but through there actions in your life.

• Asking them to appear, and to be ever-present.

This will show them that you are ready to have them in your life. Just like the previous method, it will open you up to experience what they do in your life already. After you ask them to be more present in your life, you should look out for signs of them acting in your life.

Meditation.

Through the act of meditation one can find their spirit guides, and guardian angels by using their spiritual senses to perceive them. To do this all you will really need to do it enter a meditative state, open your third eye, and call to them. They should come to you, and show you their presence, and once they do you guys can begin your communication, and learning of each other. This meeting is most likely going to happen in your sacred space, or astral temple, and is going to rely heavily on your sixth sense’s ability to pick up spiritual constructs.

• Divination.

Divination can be a very useful tool when trying to communicate with anything so why not your Spirit guides, and guardian angels. All you need to do is get some form of divination method of your choice, and ask your spirit guides, and guardian angels to answer through it. Then simply begin asking questions to it as normal, and they will answer through the act of your divination tools. This will allow you to communicate with them, and get to know them better. This is a very good method, especially when you can not get into a meditative state, or when you do not have a complete grasp of using your sixth sense abilities.

• Dream.

If you know how to lucid dream, you can always call out for them in your dreams and they will appear to you there.  If you cannot lucid dream, you can always ask your spirit guides, and guardian angels to appear to you in your dreams before you go to bed, and they may come to you and your dreams. That’s all there really is to it.

• Astral projection.

Astral projection can be quite helpful, when trying to communicate with any entity this also includes your spirit guides, and guardian angels. all you have to do is astral projecting and you will be able to find your Spirit guides and guardian angels on the astral plane and communicate with them.

• And much more, that I’m probably forgetting, while writing this.

It’s the Hair- Connor Brown

Originally posted by jvreemer

Ok so my second favorite ginger is HERE folks! Finally got some Connor Brown! I hope you all like this goofy nerd! And since both prompts were like… exactly the same… I combined them! I hope that’s ok! And I really hope you like it! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: do 1 wit connor brown where you meet him at like a meet and greet for the team and when you start talking to him hes like super surpisred ur not like inlove with nylander, marner, matthews! thxxxxxx

And: Can you do one where you’re at a leafs fan meet and greet and you start flirting with Connor Brown and he’s like surprised you want him and not matthews, nylander and marner. Obsessed with your writing!! Please please please!!

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              You were so close.

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Time to Have a Baby!

Part I here!

Author’s Note: Hey, everyone!  I am so sorry for my lack of writing lately, but I am trying to change that.  So without a further a do, here’s a thing!

Warning(s): Mild swearing, (mentions of) pregnancy/labor.

Originally posted by sherlockbbcgifs

Approximately 11 months ago, you and your husband decided to try and have a baby. Approximately 8 months ago, you took a pregnancy test and found out you were pregnant. Approximately 7 seconds ago, you realized your water had broken. 

“Sher! Sherlock!” You yelled through 221B Baker Street in a panic. When you received no reply, that’s when you realized your husband was out on a case. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” You run a shaky hand over your panic-stricken face. “Damn you, Sherlock, and your stupid case!” You murmur various curses as you fumble to pull out your phone and dial Sherlock’s number. 

Ring. 1. Ring. 2. Ring. 3. Ring. 4. Ring. 5. Then, right before the sixth ring, Sherlock picked up. 

“Y/N, I am in the middle of a case,” Sherlock states, mild disinterest evident in his tone. 

 "I don’t rightly give a,“ you let out a pained grunt as your first contraction hit, "damn,” you finish after your contraction finishes. “It took you five rings before you even answered that damned phone of yours and all the while I’m getting ready to have your baby!" 

 "Nonsense,” Sherlock says nonchalantly, but you can hear the worry in his voice and loud shuffling, signaling you that he’s moving. ‘Quickly, too,’ you take note. “You still have six weeks left." 

 "Yes, well, your son doesn’t seem to care at the moment.” Another contraction hits and you grunt loudly into the phone. After it passes, you quickly tell Sherlock you’ll see him at the hospital before hanging up and going to find Mrs. Hudson and have her take you to the hospital.


After a good 8 hours of being in labor, you finally give birth to your son. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier than the moment when the doctor laid your son in your arms. You look up at Sherlock with a wide grin on your face. “We made him,” you say, looking back down at your infant. “We made him and he’s perfect." 

 "It doesn’t take a famous consulting detective to deduct that.” You look up at the door of your hospital room to see that John had spoken before Sherlock had had a chance to respond. You chuckle softly at his joke. “So,” John says, looking for, Sherlock to you to your son, “What’s his name?” Sherlock answers this time as he carefully extracts the baby from your arms to hold him himself. 

 "William John Holmes.“ 

 "You guys named your son after me?” John asks hesitantly, but you’ve known John long enough to know that he’s flattered. You nod, and a quick second later, John recovers and speaks again, changing the subject. “Um, yeah, well everyone out there wanted me to come see if you’re ready for them.”

You glance at Sherlock, who nods vaguely, more concerned with cooing at Will, and then give your attention back to John. “Let 'em in." 

John nods and leaves to go retrieve the rest of your visitors. You turn to Sherlock who has moved to sit on the edge of your hospital bed. He smiles down at you. "Thank you,” he says. You respond by stretching to kiss his cheek lightly. Then, as a light knock comes from the door, you turn back to your beautiful son. 

 "Will, love, meet your family.“

Nico Hischier #1 - CHL Draft

Anon asked: Can you write a nico hischier imagine? Just something fluffy with lots of kisses?

Guess who is back! I had to do a bit of research on Nico if I am being honest and so this imagine is supposed to be set in Switzerland based on it being where he is from. My timeline vs the real one is probably slightly off so sorry. I don’t think it makes it harder to understand, at least I hope not. I promise I am trying to get back into a steady schedule of writing so my apologies for being all over the place. 


You were sitting on your boyfriend’s parent’s couch sandwiched between two of his aunts while you all waited for the news regarding the CHL Import Draft. This draft gave Nico a better chance at being drafted by a NHL team because it would bring him closer to the source. One of Nico’s cousins had set up a livestream on the television so everyone crowded in close as it started. Nico was slated to go in the top ten but nothing was set in stone.

“With the first pick the Kootenay Ice select Center Klim Kostin.”

The group around you deflated slightly but in all honesty no one hadn’t expected Nico to go first. The picks trickled by before the representative for the Halifax Mooseheads stood up.

He leaned into the mic, “With the sixth pick the Halifax Mooseheads select Right Winger Nico Hischier.”

Your feet moved on their own accord as you found yourself jumping up and hugging the person closest to you. Someone turned the television off because there was no reason to keep watching. Your boyfriend had been picked by a team, a Canadian team that would push him that much closer to the NHL.

A sense of dread fell over you when you realized what that would mean for your relationship. You had managed before with his crazy schedule but now you wouldn’t even be on the same continent. You tried to shake the feeling off and texted him a quick “congratulations!!!”

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71.

clawing through
an ocean of clay
trying to find a single piece of glass

one cut would open a world
of possibility and pestilence

any redness
any wire
any hands

they pour out of my clay-clogged wounds
gripping my scabs
my only supports
the only signs i’ve healed at all

how dare they
take my milestones
that I offer up
like we do for gods
but the sacrifices
slit their own throats
and spill their blood
on the floor of my shrine to you

jumbled twenty sixths
intentional misspellings
pick shadows from an endless grid
of christmas lights

grasping for that piece of glass
with hands I can’t hold onto

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Remembering Inquisitor Darkel, Lynda Bellingham on her birthday (31 May 1948) Such a tremendous actress. Her Darkel in the Gallifrey audios really made me despise her, especially in Pandora but at the same time, Darkel is one of my favourite villains next to Arkadian. I can’t imagine anyone else for the role as Inquisitor Darkel.

Out of Place - Shiro x Reader

“Where…where am I?” You said as you were regaining consciousness.

“Oh God. She’s alive.” A boy stated.

“Hunk! That was not nice to say to her!” A female said as you heard a loud smack.

“Owww.”

You were confused at where you were at. This was not your space ship and what happen to your friends. Your eyes shifted between the boy and girl. The girl sat next to you and gave a warm smile.

“Don’t worry. We don’t bite. Well, Hunk might when he’s hungry. I’m Pidge and this loveable guy is Hunk.” She stated.

“HEY! I do not do that.” Hunk said in defense.

You giggled at them, “I’m (Y/N). Pleased to meet you two. I don’t know how I got here or what happen.”

Pidge fixed her glasses, “Oh. Well. Your ship was attack by the Galra. We came in to help rescue everyone..” She became quiet for moment and her faced dropped, “But you where they only one alive.”

Your heart sunk after hearing the devastated news. How could this have happened. You remember returning fire on the enemy and blacked out. But how did they know you where alive.

“How…..” You asked.

“Easy. Shiro found you.” Hunk replied.

“Shiro?” Wait. There are more of them?

“Yeah. He’s the leader of Team Voltron. Somehow he had a sixth sense, picked you up, and placed you in his Lion.” Pidge explained.

This was becoming too much for you. Voltron, robot Lions, and people called the Galra after you. You lost all your friends, miles away from home, and you are the only survivor. Jeez. What a day so far.

You stood up. “Wow there, cutie. Don’t need you falling back over, but I wouldn’t mind it if it was me you were falling on top of,” a boy with a green jacket on teased.

“Lance, knock it off,” another with a red jacket told Lance. “We don’t need you scaring her off.”

“Both of you knock it off,” another said. He had a long sleeve black shirt, cybernetic right arm, and white bangs. “I’m sorry about those two. I’m Shiro, by the way.”

You smiled happy at him. “Thank you for rescuing me. It means a lot.”

*****

It was month after the attack on your ship and everything was starting to flow in the right direction. You helped with little things around the castle. Helped with keeping the Lions cleaned. Any training the team need. It was nice to be a place that accepted you quickly. You were aiding Princess Allura and Coran on an electrical issue at the moment. Coran was going on about how he fixed it last week, but doesn’t understand why stopped working again.

You became attached to everyone. At times, you wanted just to be alone. After you got done with the electrical work, you excused yourself from them. You had your ups and downs. Knowing you were the only survivor still bothered you. You wanted answers.

There was a quiet place in the lounge that you enjoyed. A long drawn out sigh came out. However, you didn’t notice Shiro was in the room with you.

“What’s with the sigh, (Y/N)?” He asked. He always worried about you. It seemed that the black paladin was keeping an eye on you. Shiro wanted you feel at home on the castle. He got up from his spot and took a seat next to you.

“Something is bothering you? I’m here?” He asked sincerely while his cheeks became a light shade of pink. “Listen if you want to know why you were the only one alive, I can tell you that someone placed you in a sealed room.”

Tears fell from your eyes. Who could’ve done that? Was it (your best friend name)? (Y/B/F/N) was the last person you were with when you blacked out. “Oh, Shiro…” You were having a hard time saying anything. Subconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his torso while resting your head on his chest.

Shiro was still blushing, but out of nowhere, you felt a gentle kiss on your head. “Everything is going to be fine. You have me and the rest of the team. We’ll take care of you.”

You blushed after the kiss on the head. The tears were leaving now. You closed your eyes and sweetly asked, “is it alright if I stay like this for a bit longer?”

“Take as much time as you need, (Y/N)”

enlightenment criticism theory

[this was going to be a black-out poem but had some technical difficulties with the scanner (the book was too thick to be scanned properly). Used a random-number generator to get the page and picked the sixth word out of every line. I had to remove some lines for it to make sense - removed odds ones then some. This is the result]

Jazz

                     the

                    show.

Monopoly:

of

person,

individuals

achieved

its

conditions

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Nazi

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[p. 1124, from The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism, second edition. The text comes from the Dialectic of Enlightenment by Max Horkheimer and Theodor W. Adorno. Note: punctuation is mine.]

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community rare pairs month: Abed Nadir and Special Agent Robin Vohlers
Abed: I found the distinction between duck and goose arbitrary.
Agent Vohlers: Couldn’t you just pick the sixth kid every time? That’s what I…would have done.
Abed: I went with four.

anonymous asked:

Gom+kagami+kioyshi getting a lot of chocolates and there S/o gets jealous and tried to eat there chocolates ?

Kuroko: It wasn’t so much the fact that he was accepting the chocolates that upset you as it was the fact that other people were actually paying attention to him. You had always felt that you were special because you were the only one who always noticed him. Having that change—and on what should have been a rather romantic day—put you in a rather sour mood. Kuroko noticed, of course, and approached you immediately. He ran his fingers through your hair when you plucked a small treat from his hand and popped in your mouth and he smiled softly, reminding you that he preferred vanilla anyway.

Kagami: He would have rejected them if he wasn’t stumbling over his words every time he was presented a Valentine. You knew this but still, you couldn’t help but feel jealous. You were used to being the only one who could make him stutter and blush like that. You stopped by his apartment before your date and saw the legit pile on his coffee table. He was in his room changing so you sat down in front of the tempting pile. The only chocolates you received today were the ones Taiga had given you.That was another reason you were jealous. It was also the reason you stole one of his treats. Right when the chocolate passed your lips, Kagami came out of his room and stared at you. To him, it just looked like you were hungry, so he told you that you could have as many as you wanted. He also apologized for not getting you a bigger box of chocolates.

Kiyoshi: Of course he would get a mountain of chocolates by the end of the day. He was too nice to reject anything, of course. So you got to walk beside him on your way home, watching as he accidentally dropped one every now and then because he had too many to carry. It angered you to no end—he had basically accepted a thousand confessions today and now he was just dropping them without a care in the world. You eventually had enough after the fifth or sixth chocolate fell and picked it up. “If you don’t want it then I’ll eat it,” you grumbled as bit into the soft chocolate. “Somebody should.”

Teppei merely smiled at you and placed his hand on your head. “I was going to share anyway.”

Kise: Maybe if Kise had tried to keep you by his side as he was swarmed by all his fan girls you wouldn’t have let yourself get so jealous. The blonde was happy to have the attention and he didn’t hide that fact from you. You snatched a few of the tacky chocolates out of his hand and bit down hard enough to make a sound. They were cheap chocolates though, so the taste was bitter and you made a face. Kise laughed at you and promised to let you taste test all of his chocolates from now on, completely missing the fact that you were mad that he had accepted them in the first place.

Midorima: It was a shock, really. You stopped by his house to give him your gift and saw a mountain of chocolates on his desk. Midorima wasn’t there so you felt safe as you began going through them. Each one had some naughty message written on it. You knew that these would have made your Shin-chan blush. That didn’t piss you off. What did was the fact that he didn’t just throw them away. You angrily unwrapped one of his gifts and took a large bite. Instantly, you spit it out. It was nasty to say the least. That was when Midorima walked back into his room. He adjusted his glasses and smirked at you slightly. “Those are all from Takao.”

Aomine: He didn’t care that he was getting a bunch of confessions as well as confections. But he did have something to take with him up to the roof. You got a text from him to meet you and, upon seeing the pile sitting next to him, thought that he had actually done something romantic for once. Aomine was asleep when you picked up the first chocolate. You saw that it was addressed to him and had some cheesey love note written on it. So you ate it, and dropped the wrapper and the note on his face. Half an hour and tens of chocolates later, Aomine woke up to a pile of wrappers on his face and you no where to be found.

Akashi: If you didn’t look so furious whenever someone had the gall to offer him a Valentine, he wouldn’t have accepted any of them. Akashi just liked to see how red your cheeks got when you looked so jealous. So he accepted all of them. Akashi watched with delight as you approached him at the end of the day, he even complied when you asked for your chocolate back from him. He knew he had nothing to worry about. Although, he didn’t quite see you stealing a few of the chocolates from him and handing them out to his teammates coming. Even if you were going to be punished for stealing from him, it was worth it to see the familiar red tint of jealousy on his cheeks as well.

Murasakibara: You knew that he only accepted the treats because he wanted to eat them. But still, you were mad that your chocolates weren’t enough for them. Plus, he was eating them rather loudly right next to you, licking his fingers and everything. “Must you really?” you asked him angrily as you nonchalantly reached over to pull one from his pile. He caught your hand in an instant and glared down at you.

“If you weren’t ___-chin, I’d crush you,” he grumbled. “But because you’re you, I’ll give you a taste.” What he did next is not something I would call kissing. It was more like the giant was trying to shove both of his lips and his tongue into your mouth so you could taste the chocolate he just ate. How romantic.

Sabotage | Luke

Anonymous: Would you write one where you’re dating one of the boys & the other boys girlfriends don’t like you so they break you up &when they tell the boys how they broke them up, he overhears it & refuses to talk to anyone so they have to get them back together? Does that make sense?
Anonymous: could you write a luke one where youre dating him but his best (girl) friend convinces the guys that shes in love with him, so they all break you up & then the girl gets a boyfriend & the boys have to try to get you and luke back together. does that make sense? thanks! :)

a/n: I got these 2 similar requests so I sort of combined them and reworked them a little. Hope you guys don’t mind. Also I just used some random names for the other girls so to avoid confusion – Amber is Michael’s gf, Kayley is Ashton’s, and Chloe is Luke’s ex

masterlist | request

“Are you almost reaaady?” Luke sang out, stopping short in your doorway and pouting when he found you sitting on your bed in the big tshirt you usually slept in. “Why aren’t you almost ready?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him with guilty eyes. “Yeah, about that – babe, I don’t think I should come tonight.” You shrugged, bringing your knees to your chest and circling your arms around them.

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To Tease is to Love

From this request:  Can I request a funny deanxreader where the reader is a super badass, strong stubborn hunter and she and Dean are constantly teasing each other and making fun of one another but they actually rlly love each other? Then at the end they confess their feelings and lots of fluff?

*Dean-centric

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Dean glanced over at you.

You sat in the passenger seat, clothes stained with blood, hair decorated with twigs and leaves. There was a slight smile on your face, the same smile you got every time you finished a hunt.

‘God, she’s beautiful,’ Dean thought to himself.

You turned your head slightly and the sunlight caught the small stud in your nostril, glinting into Dean’s eye. Sometimes he forgot you had that piercing, but when he saw it, he couldn’t help but remember the night he met you.

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The boys had been led to a small town in North Dakota, hunting down a shifter. They’d killed it after tracking it for three days and Dean had called for a celebration. He pulled the Impala up to a small watering hole and led his brother in, ready to get drunk on alcohol and attention from pretty ladies.

After a few drinks, Dean had begun to look around the bar, trying to figure out which girl he should approach first. His eyes were drawn to you, sitting alone at the bar. You were dressed in an almost-threadbare flannel, faded jeans, and scuffed up combat boots. As he approached you, he saw your reflection in the mirror behind the bar—your eyes were circled heavily with black liner, and a menacing silver hoop protruded from one nostril.

Sure, you looked scary, but the alcohol convinced Dean that he had the right amount of charm that could melt away your icy exterior enough for him to see what lacy undergarments lay beneath your wardrobe.

“Hey, there.”

“Fuck off.”

“Whoa. No need for that.”

You lazily turned toward him, looking over him with a look of boredom and disdain. “Sorry, where are my manners? Please fuck off.” You sneered at him and that only made him want you more.

“You think I came over here to hit on you?”

You raised your eyebrows but still managed to look bored.

“Well, you’re wrong, sweetheart. I just came over to tell you that if we were in a magazine spread, I’d certainly win the ‘wore it better’ award.”

He watched your eyes trail down him, a slow realization filling them when you saw that you were wearing almost identical outfits. The corner of your mouth twitched slightly.

“That may be,” you said, looking back up at him. “But my ass looks better.”

Dean chuckled and offered to buy you a drink. “It’s the least I can do for a fellow hunter.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “How’d you–”

“Come on. We’ve all got that sixth sense, able to pick a comrade out of a lineup.”

You finally relented, allowing Dean to buy you a drink and lead you over to the table where Sam sat. Hours passed, trading hunting stories.

“You hunt alone?” Dean asked after you told the tale of taking down a particularly mean werewolf. “That’s dumb. You should have someone to watch your back.”

“Those who watch your back are close enough to stab it.”

Your dark cynicism surprised the Winchesters. And your unwillingness to have a hunting partner was annoying to Dean. He’d just met you, but he couldn’t push away the want to protect you.

He glanced around the bar and saw an empty pool table in the corner. “I’ll make a bet with you,” he said. “We’ll shoot a round of pool. If I win, you come and hunt with us. If you win, I’ll leave you alone.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Please. You think you can get away with that?”

Dean raised his own eyebrow at you.

“You think you can con me into playing against you. You’ll let me win, make me feel sorry for you so that I suggest double or nothing, and then you’ll hustle me so you can get your way.”

“I don’t… how… what…”

“Birds of a feather, Dean.” You drained your glass and headed over to the table. “You coming?”

The game had been close—the two of you were evenly matched. And just as it looked like you would win, you looked up at Dean. The hoop in your nose glinted in the light coming from the fixture above the table. You overshot and missed the pocket. “Huh,” you said, laying the cue down on the table. “Looks like you win, Dean. Guess I got myself some hunting partners.”

Dean looked you over. You’d had a clear shot—how had you missed? Then he noted the small glint in your eye, the slight lift of the corner of your mouth. “You did that on purpose.”

“You can’t prove that,” you said with a wink.

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That had been over a year ago. And with each passing day, Dean couldn’t help but feel thankful that he’d run into you at that bar.

You’d changed a bit since that night long ago. You no longer wore heavy eyeliner, the hoop was replaced with a stud. You smiled more. But you were still a badass hunter who could hold her own, and that was the sexiest thing about you.

“Eyes on the road, asshat,” you said, still staring out the windshield.

Dean smiled to himself. You often called him any variation of a name that involved ‘ass’. “Sorry. I was just distracted by how gross you looked with all that blood on you.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “At least the mirror doesn’t crack when I look in it.”

The rest of the drive passed in silence. Dean finally pulled the car into the garage at the bunker, but neither of you made a move to get out. A heavy silence fell between you.

“Y/N,” Dean said, turning towards you.

“Dean,” you said at the same time, turning towards him.

You both chuckled slightly and Dean thought he noticed a slight blush cross your cheeks.

“Go ahead,” you said, biting your bottom lip slightly.

“I…” Dean faltered. Saying those words would change things forever. He reached out and plucked a leaf from your hair. “I just wanted to let you know you had this stuck in your hair.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

The silence came back, heavier than ever.

‘Just do it,’ Dean told himself.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You’d spoken at the same time again, words overlapping each other. Dean saw your eyes widen and the blush deepened on your cheeks.

“You do?” Dean finally asked, sure that he’d misheard you.

The slightest smile crossed your lips as you nodded. “Ever since that night in North Dakota.”

“Damn,” Dean whispered. “I knew I should’ve kissed you at that bar.”

“Yeah. You should have. Jackass.”

Dean reached out and pulled you closer to him. Your hands reached up and rested against his chest, feeling his heart beating in his chest, it’s tempo matching yours.

“Guess I have a lot of time to make up for,” Dean said, leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours.

james potter was an early riser. he liked the crisp wind and morning mist. he liked going out for a fly to start the day and was always late to breakfast, his hair windswept and his stomach growling.

he took divination third year and immediately regretted it. he’d shake his cup around and grumble to peter “it’s just a load of leaves, if i wanted this to tell my future i could go outside and stare at a pile.” he thought the whole area of study was rubbish. it was only when he was 21 and in hiding did he really appreciate divination and prophecies.

he threatened to end his friendship with sirius in first and second year when sirius said “mudblood” in passing. even though james knew sirius was trying to be better, he refused to associate with anyone who believed blood purity gave someone more worth. when james didn’t speak with sirius for a week during second year, sirius never said it again.

james started talking to lily evans in third year when he grew jealous that she was so good in potions. in fourth year, he developed a crush on her, and he began making it a point to pull particularly good pranks around her. he’d scan the quidditch stands to make sure she was there to watch. but lily started seeing a hufflepuff, and james tried to shake it off. but one day while he was talking to her in the common room he made a snide remark about snape and lily got angry. james, being the self-absorbed teenager that he was, didn’t see what was wrong and tried to laugh it off. they got into a big fight, and lily stopped talking to james. 

the next time they really talked was the summer after fifth year, when james grudgingly apologized. in sixth year, they picked up their old routine, but it felt clunky and forced, because neither had forgotten their fight or the things lily had said about james. but by christmas, james was positive that he still liked lily. he didn’t tell a soul

and james’s biggest regret was not deflating his head sooner, because then he might’ve had a few more years with lily.

lily luna potter headcanons (inspired by @glitternoah love u!!)

( james. ) || ( albus. ) 

  • so lily is a hufflepuff
  • literally fuck cursed child sorry she’s a hufflepuff through and through
  • she absolutely adores teddy with all her heart
  • and it’s one of the reasons she asks the sorting hat to put her in hufflepuff
  • because teddy was too and he was so great
  • he’s always making sure she’s happy and playing with her when james and albus said they’re too old for it and tells her funny stories and changes his nose shape to make her laugh when she’s upset
  • so yeah she looks up to teddy and she’s never wanted to be like anyone when she grows up, but teddy’s a pretty good start
  • of course, she also holds the traits to be a puff as well
  • she’s a bundle of sunshine, a glowing candle in times of darkness
  • but she’s not like her mother in that respect, who burns with everything she has, burns with a passion that builds up and flares
  • her fire is warm, igniting a light in everyone around her
  • and she has a smile that could only make you grin back, infectious and comforting at the same time
  • but it’s not just her optimistic nature
  • no, she has an eye for outcasts, for spares, for the ones who often just sink into the background
  • it’s this reason that she gets on with both brothers so well
  • because whilst james is her guardian, the overprotective one, and she loves him, she does
  • it’s albus who is suffocated by his own insecurities and she catches on to that quickly
  • people missed that sometimes, especially when he was younger, but she gets it and goes out of her way to make him feel better
  • it makes sense, i suppose, that the two potter boys are on different ends of the extreme, and lily only straddles the middle
  • james and albus share this: an overwhelming insecurity at times that makes them act the worst way — the older, a whirlwind of chaos, the younger, suffering so quietly until he becomes nothing
  • but lily gets insecure too
  • she does this with it: she does not use it to prove nor bury herself
  • no, she decides she wants to use it for good
  • she wants to use it to help people, because potters are supposed to be oh-so-great and she thinks, so is everyone else, we just have to show them
  • and she’s observant, she’s careful, she watches people and interacts with them accordingly
  • but this is the thing about such good people: they always have a fatal flaw
  • lily’s is her incredibly short temper, inherited from her mother, yours truly
  • and it’s not even just that, it’s unpredictable
  • it’s like a ticking timebomb except you can rarely see it
  • one minute she is as lovely as ever, the next moment you’ll be running away with several hexes thrown your way
  • but i digress
  • she gets to hogwarts, sorted into hufflepuff because she wants to, and the teachers all adore her
  • because she’s calmer than the hurricane that is james, and she’s clever enough
  • not top of the class, but she’s good enough and she works hard for her marks
  • charms is her best subject
  • the silencing charm is her favourite spell (she has to shut her family up somehow)
  • when she’s given the prefect badge in her fifth year, it is not because of her grades (average E in most subjects)
  • but because she’s a people person, because she sees younger ones who need help and actually does something about it, because she listens
  • she’s in a shit load of extra curricular, including frog choir, charms club, and feminist society (victoire weasley left it rose in charge after she left, and lily, being one of the very youngest of their generation, ended up heading it in her seventh year)
  • she does her best to never worry about her future, and it’s only in her sixth year when she’s picking her NEWT subjects does she decide that a healer sounds pretty kickass to be
  • and she’s a hufflepuff for merlin’s sake, she works her ass off to make sure her grades are up to par
  • leaving hogwarts, she immediately gets an internship at st mungos 
  • and she works there for several years in the spell damage ward, and though not directly part of the staff for the janus thickey ward, she uses her own free time and will to volunteer there as well
  • the spell damage ward is actually where she remeets a ravenclaw in the year above her by the name of amelia liu
  • they go out to a cafe and amelia kisses her with the taste of slightly bitter coffee in contrast to lily’s sweet 
  • amelia becomes a steady figure in her life, a comforting presence and makes lily’s stomach do funny things every time she looks at her
  • when the potters meet her, harry says she looks rather familiar and amerlia smiles, says he knew her mother in school
  • “i did?” he questions, baffled. “who’s your mother?”
  • “cho liu,” amelia answers, and lily swears there’s something special in her grin. “well, chang back then.”
  • ginny laughs so hard she needs to excuse herself from the dinner table
  • after three years, give or take a few, ther’s a researcher job being offered and with the encouragement of her girlfriend she decides to apply
  • she gets it and finds that she actually quite enjoys it, staying on for many years
  • amelia is a ministry official, part of the department of magical sports and games, but she and lily start to develop a side project
  • it’s to bring more awareness to mental illnesses, which lily didn’t realise the wizarding world had been neglecting until she starts to notice several of her cousins with mental illnesses that they didnt quite know how to handle
  • she gets her entire family backing her on it
  • and it takes a fuck load of work because nearly the entire wizarding world won’t take them seriously
  • but lily’s got a long term girlfriend to hold hands with who also has the same strong conscious that is telling them they need to help people
  • and it’s time she used her potter name to do some good anyway