smells like pie

Boop ya’ll ~

To give this morning a little dose of positivity , I’ll share every positive/funny anecdotes I have concerning my transition
( since there is a lot of discrimination/bad experiences post regarding transitioning so I wanted to share the up side a bit.)

- Having my sister’s boyfriend envy my growing facial hair because he can’t grow a beard properly and mine is developping faster than his.

- Entering stores with a large majority of female clients ( bath and body work,lush,faceshop,etc…) and having cashiers ask me if I am shopping for my girlfriend/sister/mother and seeing their faces when I reply no. ( it usually lead to me and them discussing how good Lush products smell and stuff ahah)

- Having guys going all out to encourage me when I am down about being short/not muscley enough. ( “ ah but there is plenty of short guys!! Dont worry about it, you dah man!!” )

- A client at my post office: “ oh my, you are way too classy and handsome to work in a post office! You should be on the news or someting!”

- Another elderly client: “ You are transitioning right? I just wanted to say you are very courageous, since it must not be easy and I truly admire you and wish you the very best! ”

- Discussing with a dude about how men shower products are always the freaking same scents ( artic wind, pine tree, adventure,etc…) and having him go : “IF I WANT TO SMELL LIKE APPLE PIE AND WATERMELON, I GOT THE RIGHT.”

- Having a small kid say I’m “cool looking.”

- Hearing about my own endrocrinologist doing conferences with futur doctors about Transgenders/Transexuals and improving the quality of treatments and options offered.

- Having the director of a magazine personaly come see me every now and then because he is curious about how my transition is going and excited at how I will look when it’s completed.

- Having my godmothers arrives with their ipad and show me photos of male fashion styles for futur ideas of shopping clothes lol

- The face of people when I show them how I looked pre- transition and seeing them go all: “THATS NOT YOU??? THATS YOU??? OMFG ”

Aphrodisiac

Disclaimer: Not proven if this smell makes Lin gets “happy in the pants.” But I love this smell.

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“Hey Lin.”

You leaned over his shoulder, wisps of your hair touching his cheek, watching him type on his computer lyrics for an upcoming song in his dressing room.

Lin tensed, fingers frozen over the keys as he inhaled. You saw the corner of his eye twitch before he abruptly stood up from the desk, causing you to quickly step back.

He turned towards you, eyes glazed over with a hidden emotion.

Strands of his hair fell from the headphone’s hold that he wore, sticking to his forehead. You swept them back with your hand, missing the sharp intake of breath from Lin.

You glanced from Lin’s sudden grip on your wrist to him. “Everything okay, Lin?”

He shook his head side to side slowly, taking another deep breath, before loosening his grip on you. “What are you wearing?”

Tilting your head to the side, you looked over your outfit for the day. “Jeans and a hoodie? What-”

“You know what? Nevermind.” Lin cut in, turning his back to you and settling back into his chair.

You stared at him dumbfounded, watching him type out a few lines until looking over his shoulder at you. “Do you mind finding Javier and have him come here for me?”

You raised an agitated eyebrow at him, opening your mouth to retort before he added an exhausted “Please” to the request.

Shrugging, you obliged and left his room to look for his understudy. Poor Lin seemed stressed so you decided not to push the weird conversation further.

You found Javier sitting in the common room sipping on tea with a book in his hand. He looked up at you when you neared, smiling wide. “[F/Name]! What can I do for you, beautiful?”

He asked, setting down his book. You smiled back before telling him Lin wanted him. “And I don’t know what for. He was working on a song when I was with him so maybe that,” you wondered aloud.

Javier nodded, getting up from the armchair and stretched. “Well, I might as well go see.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder when he walked by, stopping an inch from you. He inhaled, a small smile forming on his lips.

You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together. “First Lin. Now you. Do I smell?”

You raised the collar of the hoodie to your nose. “It’s a new perfume. I mean…I thought it smelled good.”

Javier wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you. “No, no. It smells wonderful. But I believe I know exactly what Lin wants to see me for.”

He released you, giving you a small wave before heading down the hall.

“Ya’ll need to tell me instead of being cryptic, you fuckers!” You yelled after him, earning boisterous laughter.

—*—*—*—

Oak picked you up as you were only a few steps down rhe stairs, putting you on his shoulder and spinning you both around.

“Movie party, [F/Name]!” He yelled, his spinning getting faster.

You pounded on his back, a mixture of laughter and squeals coming from your mouth, pleading to have him set you back on the ground.

A pair of hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up and off of Oak’s shoulder. You wiggled as your feet weren’t yet touching the ground.

You heard the deep laugh of Daveed behind you. “You’re so tiny,” he cooed.

He brought you closer to him, rubbing his stubble against your cheek. Oak chortled, you cussing out Diggs, placing dishoner on him and his cows.

Daveed put his nose in your hair, taking two sniffs. “Oh, you smell nice. What is that scent?”

You managed to wiggle out of his grasp, stumbling a bit from the landing. “Well, it’s-” A thick blanket was then placed over your body.

You thrased in the cover a bit before you could find a hold to poke your head out. Lin still had his arm outstretched from the dropping the blanker on you.

“I need to talk to you, [F/Name],” he said, eyeing the two friends. “Privately.”

Daveed and Oak both backed away with their hands up. “She’s all yours, man,” Oak reassured him.

“Yeah,” Daveed saluted. “Someone will come find you if you’re not back in time for the movie.”

By the time Daveed finished his sentence, Lin had already pulled you out the hallway and up the stairs leading to the rooftop.

—*—*—*—

You crossed your arms, resulting in pulling the blanket closer to your body, and stared at Lin who took position by leaning on the door.

“What’s up Lin? You know how much popcorn I could be shoving in my mouth right now?”

Lin mumbled under his breath, the words you heard roughly translating into: “There’s something else I want to shove in your mouth.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You sighed, feeling the night air nipping at your skin. “Look Lin. If you were trying to freeze me till I’m a popsicle, congrats! My toes are numb. So-”

Lin kicked away from the door, closing the distance between you. He unraveled the blanket from you and slid his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around him so the blanket covered you both.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, his deep breaths not going unnoticed.

You awkwardly pat his back. “Are…you okay?”

He let out a long sigh before replying into your hair, “I’m such a weirdo.”

You rolled your eyes. “As long as you know it.” You jerked when you Lin pinched your sides. He leaned back enough to look you eye to eye.

“Black Raspberry Vanilla.”

He leaned down to sniff your hair again, his nose traveling down to you neck. “You got it as a shampoo and body conditioner.”

A shiver went through your body as his nose moved around your shoulder blades. “Well it was on sell if you bought them together. And I really love the smell. I smell like a freshly baked pie!”

He stopped his nose adventures to look at you. “ Smell so good I could eat you up.”

You stared at him, noting the glazed look in his eyes to the small pants coming from his parted lips, before a smirk formed on your lips.

“Oh. I see. This smell turns you on. Your aphrodisiac.”

A booming laugh interrupted the moment, Lin jumping back and turning to the source.

“I told you she would get it soon enough, mijo.”

Javier had his head poked out the door, a smile on his face.

You face palmed. “That would explain the weird behavior the past few weeks.”

“Correct.” Javier moved so he stood a few feet from both of you. “I came to get you two since the movie has been chosen.” He looked between the two of you, noticing Lin’s flushed face.“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nope!” You smiled at him, glancing at Lin.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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Untitled ficlet: Dean gets magically whammied

Spell’s incomplete when it gets tossed at Dean by the witch to try and slow him down, leading to only Dean getting affected, and to him ending up with the ability to scent people like something out of an urban fantasy novel.

Since Dean’s not hurt, they aren’t too worried by it- even if Dean tends to follow Sam around or even get mad because “Fucking hell, Sam, you smell like a damn bakery. I need something with cinnamon now.”

Sometimes the smell has obvious meanings no one mentions, like how Mary smells like a burnt pie- love that turns into disappointment.

Sadder still, and a secret he keeps to himself, is when Dean digs out Charlie’s left behind duffle he’d kept just in case… just in case. He cries when he smells her. Cries like he never got to when he lost her.

Coming into the library to see Castiel seated in one of the chairs, Dean’s eyes sort of glaze over, and the next thing he knows there’s a hand on his shoulder and one at his waist (not the same person) and two people saying his name in concern, and Dean blinks and pushes himself up and back, like dragging himself awake from sleep- though he knows he’s awake- with a gruff, “What?” and Sam can’t seem to even make words, though his face does a series of odd things, and then he hears a low, “Dean" soft and pointed and near, and Dean finds himself blinking in confusion into blue eyes aaannnddd Dean has somehow crawled into the chair to straddle Cas’ lap and basically bury his nose at Cas’ neck and shoulder smelling him.

He kind of wants to get back to that, actually. Sam shifts around, brows furrowed and hazel eyes more worried than amused. “Dude, are you high? Cas, I think you got him high. Look at his pupils.”

Dean feels high, actually, and snickers with the realization. And kind of want to lick a stripe up Cas’ neck. From the flush of heat on the angel’s face, Dean thinks he might have already. And, oh yeah, aside from giggles, that’s another side affect when Dean and drugs mix, which he can feel very evidently as he shifts to try and shove himself away.

“Sam, get him away from me. Or me from him,” a laugh, “He’s catnip and I wanna climb him like a tree,” followed by more giggles.

Sam drags him away, barking orders for Dean to both stop fighting him as well as to stop talking, herding him out into the garage, and Dean nearly purrs when he scents the Impala, happily climbing into the car and lounging back in contentment.

“You… better now?” Sam asks worriedly. He’s breathing heavily like he had to practically drag Dean the rest of the way, scared and aggravated in one.

Dean can only chuckle and wave him away, before settling back to sleep.

The next time he wakes, it’s to fingers gripping his chin and turning his head, and Dean is suddenly very alert at the sight of Rowena and Sam, eyes zeroing in on her.

She waves his brother away. “Run along, Samuel. He’ll be fine.” Standing, she offers out her hand, which he immediately takes, letting her lead him from the garage. “We’ll be in the library.”

Dean’s obedient as she tells him to sit on the end of the table, eyes studying her as she moves, pulling things from a carpet bag and setting them on the table near a bowl.

“It smells like Lysol,” he says softly.

“They wanted to make it safe for you to come back in the bunker.” She glanced at him with a coy smirk. “Heard you made quite the display.”

He can’t stop staring, fingers reaching out to pluck at one long curl. “You don’t, though.”

She falters with a blink, expression going guarded as she busies herself. “And what do I smell like?”

“It’s… complicated. Sweet, like sunlight and honey on the tip of your tongue,” he answers a little dreamily, like he’d been laying out in the sun and wanted a nap. “It’s warm like tea. Flowers in springtime. It suits you somehow.” There’s pink on her cheeks even as he releases the coiled lock. “What’s wrong with me?”

She pats his knee. “Nothing serious,” she comforts, voice soft and, for once, genuine. “Your body is under the effects of an incomplete spell for a sixth sense and psychic abilities. Your brain is interpreting partial readings of the world around you using the senses you have- all well and good, so long as you’re dealing with a mortal.” Straightening, she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger. “The supernatural on the other hand? You smell magic on me. Things a bit warm and fuzzy at the edges? Feel a wee floaty? Like a dream?” He nodded. “Aye. That’ll do it.”

He struggles to remember, earlier in the library when he’d had a bad- or very good reaction to- “Cas.” He looks at her. “What happened with Cas?”

Her lips purse like she’s trying not to smile. “Apparently, your bonny angel is- well, Samuel says you were immediately intoxicated and quite giddy. Whether from, ah, feeling not exactly platonic or just sensing the divine, I’m afraid I don’t know. Perhaps a mixture of cause and effect. Drink this.”

Obeying, he pulls a face at the taste, and hands the container back. She’s studying him. “What?”

“You… you just did it. No suspicion. No threats. You obeyed.”

She starts working on another concoction, Remedy Part II, he guesses.

“You’re not here to hurt me,” he answers. “Why wouldn’t I?” Something spikes in the way she smells, tangy like orange slices, and he think he may have embarrassed her, but then is immediately distracted again, reaching forward once more. “I like your hair.”

Two concoctions later, the room loses the dreamlike quality for something more real, before he starts feeling very heavy and sleepy.

“Samuel!” Rowena calls, stepping to the side as Sam rounds the corner, catching Dean as he slumps forward, half-asleep already. “The rest is sleep,” she soothes, fingers gentle where they touch him.

He comes only partially to, later, awakened by the sense of a familiar presence that has him reaching out blindly, index finger hooking around the tips of Castiel’s that hang over the arm of the chair.

Material shifts, and Dean can tell his patient waiting is replaced with alert relief. He cracks open a eye, trying to focus even as he feels himself drifting back under.

“Sorry…’bout before.” He yawns and snuggles more comfortably into his pillow and memory foam mattress, settling. “You still smell nice, though. I like it. Like you.” Sleep saps strength from his arm, making his hand fall away. “You always smell nice… Catnip.”

If he was going to say more than that, he doesn’t get to, and he doesn’t remember it when he wakes up. He buys Rowena some specialty tea as a thank-you, and sends it with a card.

He still zones out sometimes. At the scent of coffee or flowers or as light refracts brightly and it’ll take him a moment to come back to himself, shaking away the fog like a forgotten dream.

“Dean?”

Green eyes drift to the angel that had been walking beside him, then down to the bouquet of sunflowers he vaguely remembers selecting from the cart. “They’re you.” Cas clearly lacks all understanding in his meaning, which is drifting so quickly, Dean hardly remembers it himself. “They look like you,” he tries, knowing it’s not right, and grip loose as Castiel takes them from him.

A flush spreads across the angel’s cheeks and Dean wonders at it and then down at the flowers he’s holding, gesturing to them and trying to remember when they stopped. “…you like those or something? We can get ‘em for the bunker if you want.”

Cas angles his head, smiling. “I do like them.” He steps forward, gaze dropping to Dean’s mouth and then back up. “And, you don’t remember this conversation, but… I like you, too, Dean.” His brows knit as he tries to remember the exact wording. “Like catnip.”

Dean doesn’t remember, but something beyond memory does, something that has him smoothing a hand up the line of Cas’ neck to cup his jaw and slot their mouths together.

Dean freaking loves witches.

Offering Ideas For: Hestia
  • Cup of coffee or tea.
  • Candles that smell like home.
  • Apple pie (or any pie, for that matter) or a loaf of home made bread.
  • Making a home made meal to share.
  • Sweeping your home or cleaning it.
  • Being a host and inviting friends or family over.
  • Contemplating on what hospitality means to you.
  • Keeping your house organized.
  • Spending time with family or friends; cherishing the time between you and them.
  • Taking pictures and placing them in picture frames around your house.

Splintered flames, burning dreamer.

Written for @dr-dean ’s ABO birthday challenge

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader x Alpha!Sam (no Wincest

Warnings:  Language, mentions of violence and death, ABO dynamics, Smut, Threesome, double penetration, probably other shit too but if you’re ok with the latter there’s no point in me listing them all ‘cause your a kinky little fuck.

Following @helvonasche and @madamelibrarian ‘s ABO rules - where heats (after 25y/o) and ruts (after 35y/o) make the subject susceptible to death if knotting does not occur.

Setting: between 12x8 and 12x9.

Summary: Having a past - not that kind of ‘past’ - with the Winchester’s meant you were one of their first calls for help putting Lucifer back in the cage. That part worked out quite well, but goddamnit you got caught. Now you’re in lockdown and fuck if your heat doesn’t hit. Good thing the ‘bad guys’ want you alive and talking.

huge thanks to my betas :)

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“Brothers. Born in Lawrence, Kansas to Mary Winchester, deceased, and John Winchester, also deceased. FBI started investigating them back in 2007. Assault, murder, multiple counts of desecrating a corpse. They made the FBI’s most wanted in 2011, then died in a shootout with police in Ankeny, Iowa. At least, that’s what their file said; but apparently not.”

“And the girl?”

“Same M.O. Her record runs mostly hand in hand with the Winchester’s from 2007 to 2010, then she drops off the map, goes quiet until today. Does look like she’s the only one who’s not a ghost though.”

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Offered Flour

Dean takes the job at Gabriel’s Bakery to help put Sam through college. Sam gets a full ride though so when Dean keeps the job at Gabriel’s Bakery it’s for the cute blue-eyed employee.

Castiel Milton comes into the shop around four am to prepare pastries and the likes. He leaves after the morning rush, entrusting the shop to Anna, only an hour or so after busboy Dean clocks in. This gives Dean sixty minutes of ogling.

Sixty minutes. Five times a week. For months.

It’s mid afternoon and Dean heads out back to receive the supply van they get on Wednesdays, escaping Anna’s voice yelling into a telephone. Alphie’s calling out again.

Dean unloads the van with the driver’s help- “Until next week brother,” Benny tells him, like always- then starts moving crates from the dock and into the storage room of the small shop. It’s manual labour (and Dean learned two weeks in that lifting with your knees is no joke) but Dean likes it. He likes that he gets a little sweaty and he likes that he’s always just a little sore after work.

He also likes to be efficient, or his backward definition of the word anyway, which is why he often ends up carrying way too many things all at once. He’s on his tenth trek back inside with a crate of apples kept stable on a shoulder with one arm. He hugs a bag of flour to his chest with the other, a massive sack of walnuts hanging from the crook of that elbow.

It’s all a bit much and he wouldn’t mind struggling along but then Castiel appears. Dean stops in the frame of the door, cool air at his back and facing the warmth of a bakery kitchen.

“You’re done for the day,” Dean says almost accusatorily like this isn’t Cas’ family’s shop.

“Alphie,” Cas offers by way of explanation. “Would you like some help?”

Dean isn’t sure but he thinks Cas’ eyes trailing up and down his body are assessing more than the disposition he’s gotten himself into.

“Euh… Yeah sure. Can you take my flour?”

“If you’re offering,” Cas says stepping up into Dean’s personal space. “But I’d like to take my time with that so after closing, maybe.” Cas takes the bag of flour. “I’ll leave you to handle the nuts for now.”

An hour before Dean’s shift ends, long enough after the afternoon rush that there are only a few patrons in the seating area, Dean walks up to the cash register Cas is manning.

“Did you mean it?” Dean blurts because if he doesn’t blurt it he’ll never get the words out.

Cas raises a brow and takes his time to answer. “I did.”

Dean doesn’t pause and rushes through the next part he had planned albeit clumsily. “I’m not- I don’t have a- I’m no blushing virgin.”

“You’re definitely blushing, Dean.”

Dean proceeds to blush more with his mouth hanging open for a moment.

“I didn’t think you would be,” Cas continues.

“Are you calling me a slut?”

“I’m calling you handsome.”

“Me too. I mean- I- I’m attracted to you.” And then: “Too.”

When his shift ends Dean goes home. He takes a shower but still ends up smelling like pie and icing, puts on a nice shirt- okay a nicer shirt than the ratty band tee’s he’s used to which isn’t saying much- and spends no more than five minutes on his hair (he spends an hour, he spends an hour on his hair) before going back to the bakery to meet with Castiel after closing.

That night neither fucks the other but they do argue about whose car to take, settle on walking to the pier, eat hot dogs by the railing and talk through the night. Mostly about family. Cas has a million and one siblings which keeps him going for a long while, but Dean doesn’t mind listening (he loves it actually) and it’s not like he can’t talk about Sammy forever.

At some point, Cas tells Dean that he looks nice and Dean looks away when he says thank you.

They knock shoulders and bump knees and at the very end of the night, in a fit of customary nerves, Dean punches Cas in the face abruptly. Only, it’s with his lips and it feels like a kiss.

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I am attempting to do a drabble a day for this entire week.

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday.

🔮🌊🌙the deities of olympus as lush products🌙🌊🔮

zeus: fizzbanger bath bomb- a fast fizzer with fizzing candy that smells like apple pie and goes out with a bang
hera: rose bombshell bath bomb- an irresistible pink bath bomb filled to the brim with rose petals.
apollo: sunnyside bubble bar- a bright citrusy bubbler that fills the water with sunny, glittery swirls.
athena: the olive branch shower gel- a sunny, balanced shower gel featuring olive oil and olive leaf extract to clear minds.
aphrodite: sex bomb bath bomb- a pink and purple bath bomb with a seductive jasmine fragrance and a rice paper rose tucked into the top.
artemis: jungle solid conditioner- a solid conditioner bar containing cypress oil to tame even the wildest of hair and smells like the wildest of forests.
ares: the little dragon reusable bubble bar- a feisty, bright red bubbler that can go again and again.
hermes: go faster feet lotion- this lotion moisturizes, heals, and deodorizes the feet; perfect for travelling and running.
poseidon: big blue bath bomb- a turquoise bath bomb filled with dead sea salt and seaweed; creates a small sea in your bathtub.
hephaestus: 93,000 miles shower jelly- a jelly-like soap filled with ingredients to soothe skin and muscles after a long day’s stresses.
hestia: cinders bath bomb- a small bomb filled with popping candy reminiscent of a crackling fire; smells like spiced fruit punch.
dionysos: lord of misrule bath bomb- a sweet, spicy, & herbal bath bomb that turns water the colour of mulled wine.
demeter: guardian of the forest bath bomb- a beautiful green bath bomb with flowers and leaves inside. smells like a lavish forest.
persephone: happy 4 sad shower gel- a sweet smelling shower gel to show that the winter months aren’t as bleak and dreary as they seem.

bonus!
hades: metamorphosis bath bomb- a dark grey, spicy smelling bath bomb that looks undesirable on the outside, but there’s so much more to it than meets the eye.

Will you take care of me?

Rquested by: Anon and @damiansbeloved


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“Y/n/nnnnnnnnnn! Y/n/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” Dean yelled through the bunker.

   I ran through the bunker trying to find Dean. He never yells for me unless he’s in trouble. I got to his room and accidentally slammed into the door, hitting my head so hard I felt like I had a concussion. I almost fell over and I tried to balance myself

“Dean? Dean? Are you ok?” I asked him, holding my head in my hands. Not caring about my own pain, but just making sure that he was ok.

“I’m sicccck, Y/nnn. Please take care of me.” He said in deep, raspy voice. I squinted my eyes for a moment and then rolled them. Quickly snapping out of it, since Dean needed my help. He never asks for help with anything, so I looked at this as a chance to really help. I put the back of my hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever. Burning up. Poor thing.

“What’s bothering you, big brother?” I asked him, running my fingers through his short hair.

“I think I have the fluuu.” Dean groaned out, lying his head in my lap.

“Do you feel like you’re going to throw up? I asked him.

“I accidently threw up in Sam’s shoes.” Dean says weakly, I gave him a weird look for a minute and made a face.

“Here, how about you lay down on the bed and I’ll go get you some medicine.” I said, as I tucked him.

“Ok, y/n/n.” Dean said sleepily.

I walked into the bathroom and searched through the cabinet to find what I needed. I grabbed some Tylenol to help with his fever and pepto-bismol to help with the throwing up. I picked up a clean washcloth and soaked it cold water to put it on his forehead. I came back In his room and laid everything on his nightstand. I looked at him lying on the bed and he still had his hunting jacket and boots on. He was planning to go hunting today, but I think Sam went ahead without him.

“Hey bubby, let’s get your boots and jacket off. Ok?” He looked like he didn’t even want to move but he followed orders.

“There you go. Now, Let’s get this medicine down you, and then go can go back to sleep hun.” He nodded and took it all. Laying his head back down on the pillow.

I put the cold washcloth on his forehead and he shuddered at the feeling. Almostly instantly becoming accustomed to it.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yes, thank you mom.” He said, not even realizing he called me mom.

“Will you lay with me and sing to me until I fall asleep?” Dean asked like a little kid.

“Yes, I can bubby. What song?” I smiled down at him, as I got in bed.

“Stairway to Heaven?” He questioned.

“Anything for you, De” I smiled as I sang him asleep

When I woke up the next morning, my stomach hurt so bad, my eyes were watery, and I felt like I was burning up. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t.

“Hey sissy, you’re awake! I made you breakfast as a thank you for yesterday. Woah, you look terrible. Are you sick now?” He asked me as he laid the tray down on the table to come check on me.

“I’m fine, De. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ok.” I said, waving him off.

“No, no, no. You look awful. Bed. All day. You got it?” He said sternly.

“Got it.” I sighed and decided to just make myself comfortable since their was no point in fighting with Dean.

“Good, now I’m going to go get you some medicine and you stay put ok, babygirl?”

“Ok.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, before getting the medicine.

“Dean!” I called out to him

“Yes, sweetheart?” He came back in the room almost immediately

“I love you, bubby.” I whispered to him

“I love you too, babygirl.” He smiled wide before leaving to get what he needed. He brought me back the medicine and washcloth. He also grabbed me some sprite and saltine crackers.

“Here eat and drink this. You need to get something down your system. If you want I cuddle with you and watch Netflix today. Sam is supposed to be back later, and I need to do something with his shoes before any of that.” I giggled as Dean picked up the shoes and through them in a bag.

“Poor Sammy, always losing his shoes or someone throws up in them.” Dean laughed as I continued to giggle.

“Can we watch Friends on Netflix?” I asked with my best puppy dog eyes. He didn’t even think twice before grabbing the remote and climbing in his bed with me. After awhile, I started to drift off into a deep sleep. Listening to the soft murmurs of Dean signing me to sleep.

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying the stairway to Heaven…    

Before he knew it he drifted off to sleep with me. Not even hearing Sam come in the door.

“Who in the Hell threw up in my Shoes!!! Dean! It smells like whiskey and pie!”

@winchesters-favorite-girl @nothin-after-79 @sisterwinchesterwriter @not-moose-one-shots @deevvoon @fanboyswhereare-you @mousehybrid @straightasdeanwinchester @hawkeyethenerd @emwinchester1 @sassyspngeek @crazynerdandproud @vvinch3st3r @watermelonfruitsalad

Keith HCs

★ Keith’s hair is always super oily// greasy bc it becomes oily faster than normal people

  • but once it’s been cleaned, all of the Paladins are really jealous
  • Allura is lowkey that his disaster of a mullet iS ACTUALLY PERFECTION ONCE KEITH TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK NICE

★ ??? He??? Wants??? To??? Pet??? Animals??? But??? They’re??? Scared??? Of??? Him???

★ His favorite musical is Wicked

Keith, quietly under his breath when Lance starts flirting with an alien after the Bonding Moment: No good deed goes unpunished

★ He taught himself how to cry on command when he was younger to guilt trip Shiro 

★ Whenever he gets really emotional or upset his voice cracks

  • People hear it and stop taking him seriously in arguments

★ He can??? Paint nails really well? All the nail polish ends up perfectly on the nail and not the skin

  • Hunk wants to know his secret

★ “My brother said to pick my battles well jokes on him I’m picking all of them.”

★ Half the time he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing in the Garrison he was just winging it

★ He joined Choir in elementary school and hated it

He has a nice singing voice tho ngl

★ He had a mothman poster in his room that he brought with his own money

★ He knows how to draw too?? Shiro is currently the only one who knows

★ The gayest of gays

★ He played the wii so much that Shiro can’t bare to listen to the music anymore

★ Everyone thinks he plays the guitar but jokes on them he actually plays the piano since when he was younger he wanted to play The Black Parade by MCR

★ He’s actually really good at flirting but hardly ever uses it

★ Ming-Na Wen is his role model

  • He learned how to fight in heels bc of her

★ He actually has to wear glasses but he lost them so he just bullshits his way through life

★ One of the reasons he was so good at piloting was that he wanted to impress lance

  • You can see how well that went

★ when Lance showed up to save Shiro he thought they could start over so he pretended not to know him

★ He got kicked out of the Garrison because he was arguing with an Superior Officer about the Kerberos mission and they said smth bad about Shiro so he punched them in the face

★ He only really had Shiro growing up so he’s 100% prepared to take a hit or get into a fight for anyone who legitimately cares about him

★ HE HAS FRECKLES EVERYWHERE

  • They go down his back and up his arms it’s gr8

★ He tried so hard to make friends but he always failed or pushed them away on accident so he just stopped trying

★ He played hockey as a kid

★ When he was little he used to pronounce his name as “Quiche” and Shiro as “Shrimp” and “Shaki”

★ Anytime someone called him emo he tried to defend himself but always gave up in the end

★ He has the crop top jacket because he wanted to be a pokemon trainer so Shiro brought it for him

★ When the Kerberos mission was announced failed he cut off ties with the remaining Holts bc he thinks he’s bad luck

★ “Everyone leaves eventually, there’s not really a point for anyone to stay around anyway.”

★ He’s lactose intolerant

★ Camp Rock was his shit when he was younger

★ He’s the type of person to refuse to admit he’s sick as he’s throwing up

★ Has been ready to fight since the age of 6

Can and Will eat an entire package of raw chocolate chip cookie dough

★  Everyone thinks his favorite superhero is Batman but it’s actually Martian Manhunter

★ His favorite candy are the sour skittles

★ He chugged an entire jug of milk and had to go to the doctors

★ He owned 5 kittens at one point in a box and saw that they didn’t have a home so he decided to give them one like Shiro did for him

★ He had a boyfriend at one point but then the dude cheated on him so they broke up

  • He was heartbroken and cried for days
  • Pidge and Shiro fucked the dude up though

★ Shiro dragged him to Sephora and he got lost

★ He was set on being an astronaut with his brother

★ He downed an entire pot of coffee bc some loser at the Garrison told him he couldn’t

★ He cried when he was accepted into the Garrison

  • He cried when he was kicked out too

★ He joined ballet and gymnastics when he was younger

  • He still has some of the skills

★ He has a texan accent but tries hard to keep it hidden

★ He’s super ticklish, Shiro used it to his advantage when he was little

★ Went into the woods alone to look for bigfoot while blasting “Actual cannibal Shia Labeouf”

★ He loves the Percy Jackson books

★ The Garrison didn’t tell him about the Kerberos mission so he found out by the news like the Holts

★ He has horrible tan lines because of his gloves

★ He always smells like apple pie???? Even he doesn’t even know how

  • He still smells like it up in space
  • Hunk and Pidge have a solid amount of theories on how

Keith, trying to make friends: Hello, Keith here

★ He always struggles to put his hair up

★ He’s always cold no matter what

  • 92 degree weather? Boy still has his stupid fucking jacket on

★ Shiro used to blast country music to “build character”

★ Michelle Obama is another one of his role models

  • He loves her more than he loves himself
Cherry (Part 28)- wolf!jikook story

After school, Jungkook heads on up to his room, shrugging off his stuffed backpack. Placing it beside his ladybug nightlight, he quickly scans the hallway before quietly shutting his door.

Sliding onto the floor, back pressed against his bed, Jungkook grabs his charging IPad and clicks it on. He doesn’t smile at the background picture, which is him and Jimin eating frozen lemonade popsicles in the pool, because spies are serious.

Jungkook’s on a mission.

For the past week, Jungkook’s asked his friends what a knot is. Yugyeom said it happens to shoelaces. Jaebum said it’s something that happens when people kiss (which Jungkook definitely knows is false!). Tae and Jimin give him this particular look whenever he asks, this quirky smile and a shared glance, as if it’s their own inside joke.

It looks like it’s up to Jungkook to figure it out!

When he’s on Google, Jungkook taps on the search bar and types “knot.” Google always has the answers! Before Jimin comes over, Jungkook will be an expert at the knot!

The images that pop up cause his mouth to pop open, hands instantly chucking the IPad across the room, causing the screen to smash against the wall. The rapid beating of his heart and shame flooding to his chest causes him to feel sick. Not at the cracked screen of his beloved IPad, but at what he just did.

He looked up naked people! This is bad, very bad. What if his parents find out? What if his teachers find out, too? What if Mrs. Park knows?!

It’s stuffy underneath his bed, mothballs and dust lingering around his face, but Jungkook doesn’t know anywhere else better to cry.

And that’s how Jimin finds him. A sobbing mess underneath his bed, tail tucked between his legs.

“Jungkook!” Crawling underneath the bed with him, smelling like Tae and cherry pie, Jimin wipes a tear away from his cheek. His brown hair’s all mussed up, cheeks slightly pink. “Are you okay?”

Thinking about what he did makes him cry harder. “N-no.”

“Come out, let’s talk.”

Jimin’s body is unusually warm as Jungkook cuddles into his chest, sinking further into his scent as he rubs his back. It’s been like this lately, Jungkook coming to Jimin with his emotions. The older wolf handles him well, always comforting him when he needs it most.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

Embarrassment and shame prick his tiny, innocent heart. “You can’t tell anyone ever, okay?”

“Okay.”

Swallowing and taking one last sniffle, Jungkook whispers, “I looked up a knot and I saw lotsa naked people.”

“Oh,” Jimin kisses his cheek, crushing him to his chest. “Jungkook, that’s-”

“Now I’m gonna get arrested,” Jungkook’s lips wobbles, hiding his face in Jimin’s shirt. “Everyone’s gonna hate me forever!”

“Gukkie, they showed us a knot in class.”

Eyelids whipping open at the speed of light, Jungkook’s mouth pops open. “You saw naked people in class?”

“It was a video, but yeah, I saw someone knot.” Inhaling Jungkook’s scent, sighing softly, Jimin admits, “It looks so good, Jungkook. You should’ve seen her face when there was a knot.”

“Was she happy?” Jungkook cocks his head, ears perked.

“Very happy.”

“I want a knot.”

Hesitating for one moment, Jimin bites his lip, seeming like he’s thinking something over. Finally, he says after a moment of silence, “Do you want me to knot you?”

“Yeah!”

Jimin gives a small whine when Jungkook dives for his lips.

anonymous asked:

I have the flu so I'm sitting in bed craving kanej. Any chance you could write something for them pls and thank you btw you're a goddess and I love your stuff

sorry i haven’t been online so idk when you sent this but…that could mean you’re maybe, hopefully, feeling a bit better by now?? regardless, i’m wishing you well!! ♡ and tysm.


they don’t belong here, but barrel rats are a difficult breed to shoo away. not that anyone tries. it’s getting late, most of the university district all sound asleep apart from the gathering having pints and academic debates on the bridge.

kaz and inej sit at the fountain in the courtyard enjoying almond cakes and coffee, but mostly the serene ambience.

at night the fragrances of the flowers intensify. even the canals are pretty when the moon shines down on it, the silver light glinting across the small ripples like dancing stars. it’s nothing like the barrel here, which is precisely why they love it so much. they often come here to escape the dense clouds of coal smoke and the smell of rot. here, there are no hassles or drunkards to get in the way of enjoying their alone time. just peace.

clusters of heliotrope are potted around them. inej thinks they smell like vanilla, kaz thinks they smell more like cherry pie. they playfully argue about this and she splashes him with the fountain water. he laughs when the wind mists the cold water against the back of her neck and she ducks into her hood. “what’s the depressing suli proverb about what goes around comes around?”

her smile is a starburst of light splitting through the shadows her hood casts over her face. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

students straggle along the cobblestones without looking twice at them. some silently converse among themselves, others have their noses pressed into books as they head from the closing libraries to their dorms. kaz’s eyes rivet to them, wondering how they could exist in the same time at the same place, but be from entirely different worlds. 

when he looks at inej her head is tilted back, her hood fallen just enough for him to see the concentrated way she’s watching him. he leans in, his smirk slow and sinuous, “is that scheming face?”

she flushes. “i don’t have a scheming face.”

he pulls her hood the rest of the way down to get a clear view of her face. smoothing the disrupted hair back in place he teases, “seems to be a night of denial for you.”

“do i really have one?”

“were you scheming?”

she pauses. “kinda?”

“then definitely. what were you thinking about?”

she offers her hand and he fits his fingers between hers. “nothing devious really, i just need a lockpick to help me.”

he nods and says, “okay,” but he really means always. she smiles and squeezes his hand, but she actually means i know.

Juno Sentence Starters

❝It started with a chair.❞
❝Jeez, (name) Shut your frickin gob, okay?❞
❝This is the most magnificent discarded (Object) I’ve ever seen.❞
❝Your eggo is preggo.❞
❝Silence old man/woman!❞
❝I just drank my weight in (Drink)!❞
❝Don’t think it’s yours just cause you marked it with your urine!❞
❝That little pink plus sign is so unholy❞
❝That ain’t no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can’t be undid, homeskillet
❝I’m pregnant❞
❝Only the one in my pants ;)❞
❝How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests? ❞
❝You love him/her?!❞
❝Your shorts are like… especially gold today❞
❝When I see them all running like that with their things bouncing around in their shorts I always picture them naked… even If I don’t want to. All I see is pork swords. ❞
❝So guess what?…I’m pregnant.❞
❝Pregnancy can often lead to an infant.❞
❝Like (name), who incidentally is into teachers. ❞
❝There’s nothing like experimenting. ❞
❝You copy my work every week❞
❝I don’t take orders. Not from you, and not from any man/woman. ❞
❝I need an abortion. ❞
❝This (gift) stings even worse than your abandonment❞
❝Did you by any chance barf in my urn/(other belonging)?❞
❝I am a kraken from the sea!!❞
❝Your baby probably has a beating heart you know! It can feel pain… and it has fingernails!❞
❝They make his junk smell like pie❞
❝S/he was just babbling away about her/his boyfriends pie balls!❞
❝I was thinking I could have this baby and then give it to someone that totally needs it!❞
❝I’m not asking for anything… except for maybe mercy. ❞
❝It would be friggin sweet if no one hit me❞
❝I’m not ready to be a mom/dad.❞
❝I think kids get bored and they have intercourse.❞
❝Being pregnant makes me pee like sea biscuit. ❞
❝I’m going to stop wearing underpants and raise my sperm count❞
❝(name) You’s a dick… I love it!❞
❝I don’t like (name) S/he smells like soup. ❞
❝Are you jealous? I thought you didn’t care what s/he did.❞
❝You’re mad… why are you mad?❞
❝I doubt s/he gave you the stink eye, that’s just her/his face. ❞
❝You’d be the meanest wife/husband ever!❞
❝I’m a planet!!❞
❝Dances are for nerds and squares❞
❝Your shirt is stupid❞
❝I need to know that it’s possible that two people can stay happy together, forever. ❞
❝Did you put like 100 things of tic tacs in my mailbox?❞
❝I… uh, I think I’m in love with you?❞
❝My heart starts pounding every time I see you. ❞
❝Can we make out now?❞
❝Either I just peed my pants or….❞
❝Doctors are sadists who like to play god and watch lesser people scream❞

anonymous asked:

Herbal Tea :)

You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

Will: I really like those tropical smells. Like pina colada or coconut.

Nico: I love lavender.

Percy: I like those ocean spray ones.

Jason: Vanilla apple spice.

Percy, groaning: Jason’s cabin always smells like apple pie and ice cream and it makes me so hungry.

thepuzzlesquad  asked:

Aha! The ask box is open! Might we have some cute randall HC in celebration?

Of course! ((I love Randall!!!))

*He used to smell like apple pie. Always. Nobody knows how he did it.

*It changed after the events in the Akbadain ruins. It turned to like old parchment.

*Flora and him get along very well. Uncle Randall tells her all about archeology and encourages Hershel to take her on more adventures.

*After he married Angela, they keep living in the Ledore estate. Henry still takes most responsibility for Monte D'Or, but Randall and Angela still help him.

*His interest for archeology started with the tale of the Elysian Box being Pandora’s box.

*He even tried to do research about the box at some point.

*Randall. Loves. Squirrels. With his entire fucking heart.

*And apple pie. After living in the Ledore estate for about a year, the smell returned. Henry and Angela are still pondering over hOW THE FUCK HE DOES IT.

*Sometimes, when he gets lonely, he writes letters to Hershel. He never sends them, it’s like some sort of diary which he called Hershel.

*Flora found out about the Hershel-diary at some point and wouldn’t. Stop. Pestering. Him. About. It.

*Until he threatened to tickle her.