thanks to the fact that i hardly interact with anyone anyway

A Grave Situation

Summary: In which Dan is dead, cold, and sick and tired or no one being able to see him - until someone can.

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: angstyish fluff? just read it man

this is a birthday present for @haleykinz ! i won’t have time to upload it tomorrow morning so i thought i would do it now. ily haley :]

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Mysterious Artist

Pairing: teen!Sherlock x fem!teen! Reader

Warnings: None i suppose hahah

wordcount: idk haha

a/n: This is my first sherlock imagine so please don’t be so hard to me and I am really sorry for every grammar oder other mistake but English isn’t my mother tongue(❁°͈▵°͈) However I’d be happy about any kind of feedback:) Good read everyone!


Originally posted by silent-micka

It was just another day at school. Young Sherlock Holmes was bored. Like every day. While everyone was listening to what the teacher was explaining, Sherlock had gotten lost in his mind palace, sorting new deductions about his classmates and teachers. When the bell rung Sherlock was the first one to stand up and leave. “Mister Holmes! May I ask where you are going?”, his teacher stopped him. He rolled his eyes before turning around to his teacher. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s 11:20. Time for a break?”, Sherlock stated with a monotone tone. “You weren’t listening again, weren’t you? You’re break is cancelled for today, there is an exhibition of the art classes from your grade. We’ll go there now all together”, his teacher announced while he packed up his bag. Without responding Sherlock rushed away, following his classmates. He had always hated school. And he had always hated art. He thought of driving insane some day, surrounded by all the incompetence. Every day.
Why should he be wanting to see some pieces of paper his classmates had decorated with their imagination? It was a complete wasting of time for him. Instead of watching those “masterpieces” he rather could had gone behind a school building and smoked a cigarette because he had that feeling of really needing one.
But that was what he conceived BEFORE he saw the exhibition. Before he saw one certain piece of paper.

Sherlock wanted to avoid any kind of socializing with anyone, especially with his teacher, so he walked around the walls with the paintings on and pretended to be interested in what he saw. However, he wasn’t. He saw what was there but didn’t save it in his mind palace. His annoyance grew with every picture he walked by. Sherlock came across the last wall which was surrounded by a crowd grumbling loudly, he couldn’t even see what they were looking at. His classmates were all talking at once and their voices had gotten to one noisy grumbling. This aroused Sherlock’s curiosity and he pushed himself ruthlessly through the crowd to have a look at the wall. He did forget he had had a low opinion of art as he saw a portrait of him hanging on the wall. Although it was only a pencil drawing, it looked so alive and took his breath away. Sherlock couldn’t think anything while he was gazing at himself on a piece of paper.

“Hey freak, that’s you”, someone shouted from behind. Sherlock ignored it expertly. Like always. Mentally he fenced himself off from reality, he muted everyone in his mind.

For the first time in his life Sherlock Holmes got curious about art and interested in someone else except himself. Who had drawn him and why?


The exhibition took place for 2 days and during those two days Sherlock had gone there every break just to look at the drawing over and over again. People started gossiping about him but he didn’t care. He never did.
He had memorized every single line of his own face by only looking at the drawing. He had studied every single shadowed and blurred spot, trying to figure out the creator. But he couldn’t. To do this he must had had to know the drawing style of every single student, so he could compare them and exclude one by one. But he couldn’t. And that drove him insane after gazing two days at the same piece of paper.

Sherlock had asked the art teacher who had drawn him but she didn’t tell him. Everyone in her class wanted to remain anonymous. After telling him this, he angrily rushed out of the building. He really needed a cigarette.

Standing behind the building, smoking the long overdue cigarette, Sherlock got lost in his mind palace again. The smoke of the cigarette made him relax and it was easier to think whilest being drugged. The sound of a sketching pencil took him back to reality. He narrowed his eyebrows and looked for the source of the noise.

That was the moment when he caught sight of you. You sat on a bench, leaning over a sketchbook. While you were sketching, a few straids of your h/c hair fell into your face. Sherlock couldn’t see your face but he knew you. He couldn’t remember your name however he was aware of you sitting in front of him in maths.

You pushed some straids of your h/c hair out of your face which glimmered of the sun shining on your hair.

Sherlock got curious about your name and what you were drawing. Maybe you knew who had drawn him?

He walked right behind you, stepping onto a stick. The sound of it cracking made you wince and you shut your sketchbook close with a loud slam!.

You turned around and stared with your e/c eyes widened right at him. He hadn’t expected to look right into such beautiful eyes. Sherlock hardly tried not to get lost in them and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump”, he apologized honestly. “Oh, it’s okay. I think I just concentrated too much. How can I help you?”, you smiled shyly at him.

“I saw you drawing and I wondered if you have been at this exhibition of the art class?”, he asked. Sherlock had waited for too long now, he really wanted, no, he desired to know who had drawn him and why. “Umm, of course. What’s wrong with it?”, you bit on your lower lip, shirking from his look. “I assume you are aware of what I’d like to know?”, Sherlock stated and sat down next to you, you clearing some space for him to sit on the bench. “You’re talking about the portrait of you, am I right, Sherlock?”, the girl sitting next to him demanded. “You’re totally right.” “What’s wrong with it?”
“I would really like to ascertain the artist.” Sherlock couldn’t stop glancing at you. He scanned you and your appearance. Somehow he wasn’t able to deduce much, only the obvious things of your appearance. Your fingers were covered by some dust of graphite, logically, you were holding a pencil in one hand. He got curious and even interested in you.

“I’m sorry, but I must have forgotten your name. What was it again?”, he suddenly spoke his thoughts out loud. “Y/N”, the girl with those beautiful e/c eyes smiled at him, this time even brighter. “No need to apologize, we have never talked to each other, thus it’s okay.”

“Okay, Y/N”, Sherlock started, building a sentence in his mind, “do you know who drew me? You’re obviously in the arts class, recognizable to the fact that you’re drawing in your free time, so you must know who drew it.” He looked expectantly at you, studying your face.
Why hasn’t he ever talked to you? You obviously weren’t like the others, incompetent, careless, average. And you were actually pretty nice-looking, with your h/c hair, e/c eyes and that handsome smile.

“I- I think the person behind this has his or hers reasons remaining anonymous. Sorry, I won’t tell you”, you told him. He didn’t believe you, you didn’t tell him the truth. At least not the whole truth.

“But, how do you know this person doesn’t want me to know? I simply have some questions, that’s it. I won’t convict anyone although it’s topical for me to do”, Sherlock approached closer to you. He really wanted to know the truth.

“Is it someone of your friends?”, he added quickly, approaching closer. You didn’t move, to his surprise. Usually people did because this is something that made almost every average human-being feel uncomfortable. But you weren’t like the others, he somehow knew that and felt it.

“If you paid enough attention you would know that there are none of my friends in my art class. And in total, I don’t have that many friends”, you whispered, pressing the sketchbook against your chest.

“I haven’t but I’ll change it for the future. Thank you anyways, may I have a look at what you are drawing?”, Sherlock told you honestly. Someone special, not average, like you, he wouldn’t forget. You were obviously thinking about what to answer and weren’t sure whether to show him your sketchbook or not.

While you were thinking, Sherlock took the chance and took it away from your hands, making sure to
do it carefully and gentle and to keep eye contact with you. He could see your pupil grow with nervousness. He had been right, you hadn’t told him the truth.

“Sherlock, no.” It seemed so familiar hearing you say his name although it was your first conversation and interaction. Sherlock ignored your request masterfully. You tried to get it back from his hands, but he grabbed your hand with his to make you stop trying to grab the book, with the other one he held the sketchbook. “I only want to have a look at it, I don’t mean to doubt you for anything. I just got more interested in arts since I saw the drawing of me, that’s all. Calm down”, he said with more emotions in his voice to quiet you down. You gave up and just looked down at your hands, obviously nervous und feeling uncomfortable.

With careful moves he opened the book and the first thing he saw were his own eyes. Sherlock scanned the page, the drawing, his own face. He wasn’t used to see himself, not sketched. The emotionless and not caring boy Sherlock Holmes was flattered. Nobody has ever did something like that for him and it was really hard for him not to smile. “I-I-I am sorry, I should have asked for your permission for drawing you”, you started stuttering, searching helpless for words. Your eyes darted anxiously between him and your sketchbook over and over again, trying to read his face.
His gaze rested on the drawing for a couple of seconds before eying you. With a bit of fear and nervousness in your e/c eyes you first looked at him once you lowered your glimpse to your hands to escape his’.

“Why should you apologize? I have to apologize, I mean, I acted like a selfish asshole, not paying attention to you or your feelings. If I had known you had drawn me, I would have behaved more kind towards you. I am sorry, Y/N”, Sherlock announced and when he said your name you looked up at him. It was the first time he talked right to you. It made your heart beat faster, he had finally had recognized you. The boy you always used to draw.

“I-I ”, you started stuttering again but Sherlock interrupted you: “No Y/N, it’s my turn to talk. I know what you’re going to say. I know you’re going to apologize over and over again. I know you’re feeling trapped, assuming to the fact of your cheeks blushing. But now I am talking so listen carefully. I don’t know you, we have never talked before and you’re a stranger to me. But besides of the fact that we’re total strangers you still have drawn me. I can deduce everyone and read everyone like an open book if I want to but I am not able to read you. So I have to do it the usual way and just ask you - why did you draw me?”, Sherlock talked so fast, you needed a few seconds to understand what he had said. Sherlock’s look laid on you while you swallowed. “There’s no certain reason. I practiced drawing people and somehow your face structure was just perfect to practice with so I started with you and ended up drawing you a lot. I’m so sorry, I feel like a stalker. That must look so freaky to you”, your voice cracked down with every said word when your head ended up buried in your hands. You left out the fact that you had gotten interested in him, what was another reason why you had drawn him and still did so.

“Compared to me it isn’t freaky, it’s just amazing what you are able to do. I can’t even draw a stickman”, he tried to comfort you, “I was actually really flattered by the drawing, really. I just wanted to thank the creator, so thank you. It took my breath away.” Not being sure about his action, Sherlock rested one hand on your back, hoping it wouldn’t bother you and it didn’t. “Really?”, you looked up at him with your e/c eyes. “I’m not lying. Although I’m a sociopath and a freak, I do not lie.” “I don’t think you’re a freak. The others are just envious of your intelligence and skills”, she smiled kindly at him, resting one hand on his knee, now to comfort him. Even Sherlock couldn’t resist and smiled. “You really do think so?” “Yes, I do not lie although I’m a strange girl that drew you without your permission”, she added. “You’re not strange. All those people are just envious of the fact that I’ve been drawn and not them”, his cocky side appeared again but he grinned wide. “Perhaps.”

Sherlock handed you back your sketchbook but you denied it. “Keep it, it’s a present from me. See it as an apologize for not asking for your permission and a memory of the stranger girl who drew you auricularly”, and with those words you stood up, smiled at him for the last time and backed away from him.
“But”, Sherlock stood up rapidly and caught up with you, “you are not a stranger to me, Y/N. And I am not a stranger to you as well, related to my face. And you are aware of the fact that I can deduce you anytime I’d like to but honestly I can’t and don’t want to. Would you mind grabbing some coffee or tea or whatever you want and drawing me again?”, Sherlock cut trough the shit. He stood right in front of you. His words made you blush and you brushed some straids of your h/c hair out of your face. “Y-yes, sure.”
“Okay, I’ll text you. Tomorrow, at my place, I’ll take care of the drinks. What would you like to drink?”, Sherlock fetched out his mobile and tapped on the screen while talking to you without looking at you. “O-okay. A hot chocolate would be nice”, you responded, still taken by surprise. “I expect you at 5 o'clock. The address is 221B Baker Street. Make sure to bring your stuff.” With that he rushed away and left a confused you with a huge smile on your face.

The sound of your phone receiving a message took you back to reality.

I do not suppose you are a freak. -SH”

If it was even possible, your smile grew wider.


i hope you liked it, please let me know if you’d like me to write another imagine :3

anonymous asked:

I get you want WLW representation in B99 - trust me, I do too - but I don't understand why you think Pimento is wrong for Rosa. I can't think of anyone more perfect for her. Maybe it's just because I don't ship Dianetti, but I can't see how anyone could be more like Rosa. He makes her so happy.

Okay, i really appreciate that I got this ask because I know there are quite a few people who don’t ship Dianetti and it must be a little annoying to see me screaming about it 24/7. i have separate reasons to ship Dianetti and not ship Pimento and Rosa. i’ll preface this by saying that i actually really like Jason Mantzoukas! i think he’s a very talented and hilarious actor and i appreciate Pimento as well, but it have some reservations about his relationship with Rosa. 

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someone i once knew

This one is for @paradoxicalpsychic ! Thank you so much for so much encouragement and prompts!!

Read on AO3 here!

Talking has never been Aomine’s strong suit.

Words just… aren’t easy.

Aomine is brash and abrasive; he says whatever is on his mind, and really doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. You don’t like being told the truth right to your face? Tough. He’s not the kind to sugarcoat things, because he honestly just doesn’t see the point in it.

If he’s being honest, his nature has always been a cause of strain in his relationships. Some of his friends have gone, not willing to put up with it; the few who have stuck around have helped dull the edges around his personality, but he’s never going to be a nice guy. It’s just not who he is.

But since his poor attitude has lost him the only relationship he ever really wanted to try for - well, he has realized that he can’t keep living his life this way.

Still, though, when confronted with someone, the words that he really wants to say, the ones buried deep, they really struggle to come out. When he’s forced into social interactions, he just reverts back to old habits.

It’s a lot easier talking to someone… not face-to-face.

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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 1 – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Katya has a proposition for Trixie, but it takes some upturned dinner plans, some Shakespearean quotes and some stupid puns before she can actually get around to it.

A/N: Surprise, more Dina’s Fun Aunt because I had more ideas and didn’t have the power to resist the temptation to write it. I’m going to try and update this roughly every week with my new AU series until it’s done. (Was originally going to post in one go but I’m pushing 13k and it ain’t even finished.)

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On Raven Reyes as the unspoken hero of Bellamy Blake’s character development and story, and vice versa

and why they’re sorta perfect for each other. (Featuring gifs!)

Let’s talk about Bellamy Blake and Raven Reyes

Two people who were never supposed to be on the ground, but were approached by authority figures on the Ark and given a chance to break the law, hop in hundred year old drop ships, and go to the radiation soaked surface of Earth so that they could protect the one person they love more than anything (a person who was only in prison the first place partially because of them). Two people who did all of this for the person they love only to be rebuffed because the person they love has come to depend on everyone else; so instead, they grow to love and protect the entire group.

So the parallels between Bellamy and Raven are pretty obvious.

Let’s start with Bellamy’s character.

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Coming Home

Dean finally gets up the courage to ask out the cute boy who works the reference desk in the library. When he’s rejected however, he assumes it’s because Castiel simply isn’t interested. Until they find each other in the middle of a blizzard, Dean learning that maybe Castiel’s rejection stems from something entirely different than disinterest.

Rated T for adult themes.

Dean supposed he was kind of cute.

Okay, maybe that was a lie. He was really cute. With the disheveled, dark brown hair, and those big, big blue eyes. There were slight bags beneath them, like the skin hooked up over his high cheeks bones, and his lips pulled into these delicate, pretty points. Yes, Dean had spent a considerable time watching the other boy, taking in such features. He spent a considerable amount of time at the library anyway, being an English major, and Castiel spent a considerable amount of time behind the reference desk, where he worked. It seemed only natural that they run into each rather often, or so Dean had reasoned upon realizing he saw Castiel almost every day.

He didn’t come to the library just to see those blue eyes however. That’d be ridiculous.

Biting his lip, he watched as Castiel ran someone through the computer, no doubt looking something up, his mouth muttering out an explanation as the clueless student asked more questions.

Dean sighed.

“Why don’t you just go talk to him?” Charlie muttered in his ear, Dean starting before turning to look at her. She was standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest as she cocked a knowing eyebrow.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean frowned, not appreciative of his friend’s suggestion. Charlie worked at the library too, at the front desk, and sometimes joined Dean after her shift ended, the two of them studying some before heading back to their respective dorms.

“I’m serious,” she persisted, flopping down in the chair beside him. “What’s the worst that could happen? All he can do is say ‘no.’”

“That is the worst that could happen,” Dean grumbled out, looking down at his textbook as his teeth ground together. The idea of talking to Castiel, or maybe even asking him out, not only put his heart a-flutter, but sent a kind of hesitant fear down through him. He didn’t want to be rejected, and would take silent watching over that any day.

“So you’re just going to stalk him for the rest of however long you’re both going here?” Charlie sighed. “Wow, what a trade-off.”

“I don’t even know if he likes guys, okay?!” Dean hissed rather violently. “I don’t know anything about him, actually.” This realization was a rather glum one – an inevitability of staying distant.

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Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: wow wtf i didnt realise how long this is sorry ogm i think i got a little carried away btu i hope it makes up for not updating last week tally ho



Chapter Thirteen

Dan lets what Phil had said stick in his mind for a little longer than he’d wanted it to.

And by that ridiculous understatement, he means it had completely and utterly consumed every conscious thought sitting in his mind, making it immensely difficult to try and think of anything else that wasn’t Phil, Ryan, or those fucking blue eyes.

Not your best, Daniel.” Mrs. Rotherham raises her eyebrows, dropping Dan’s History test on the table with a condescending clatter. He sighs, picking up and letting himself be met with the bold letter C glaring back at him in fierce red ink, causing his stomach to drop with the realisation of how much it’d been starting to affect his schoolwork. Granted, he’s not, and never had been the most focused of students, and he’d admit to spending more lesson time with his eyes glued to the window at whatever was happening on the other side of the glass rather than whatever dull information was being plonked onto the board in front of him, but it’d never affected him this much.

He gulps, nibbling his lip and shoving the paper into his bag with a rushed crumple before anyone else caught sight of his embarrassing grade; especially considering if he reached anything below that, he could kiss Welfeather, and a secure chance of an Oxford University application goodbye.

Well, at least he could return back to Fernhaven if that did end up happening.

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bad habits // one shot

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Synopsis: You and Dean have a confusing friendship but after you catch him flirting, you feel an undeniable sense of jealousy. During a fuelled argument, things between you and him get heated - very heated.

Warnings: smut, swearing and unprotected sex.

Listen to Bad Habits by the Kooks - it’s based of the song and goes really well with the scene.

Originally posted by a-winchester-by-choice

“She wasn’t interested?” you questioned with a slight smirk, glancing up from your laptop as Dean approached, plunking himself down onto the chair opposite you in a defeated manner. You shook your head in amusement and turned your attention back to the details of what the newest case entailed.

“You’re funny,” he noted, with a strong sense of sarcasm present in his voice as he took a long sip of his beer whilst sliding one across the table towards you. “I think she was a lesbian,” he stated bluntly, in an attempt to reassure me (or more himself) that he hadn’t just been rejected; however this was short lived as his attention was abruptly diverted towards the two brunettes who had just entered the bar. They were obviously interested as they returned the teasing glances Dean sent their way. You tried to ignore the interaction between them and the pang of jealousy you felt by turning your head back towards the research you neglected.

“You gonna be on that thing all night?” he asked mindlessly, nodding his head towards the laptop. You sighed heavily and closed the device, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to concentrate as long as Dean continued undressing women with his eyes.

“Why don’t you pick up those files and start doing some research instead of leaving it all to me,” you responded sharply, still irritated at the fact that Dean sat there free of responsibilities whilst you and Sam were bombarded with work regarding the case. 

He thanked the bartender and gulped the shot down, scrunching his face up at the bitter taste. “We’ve been researching for 3 days Y/N and still haven’t found anything,” he explained and you felt yourself scoffing at his carelessness. “You should let loose a little.” he added. “You hardly ever have fun.” 

His remark ignited a sense of anger within you and you felt yourself wanting to prove him wrong. You ordered a few drinks from the bartender as Dean sent a smirk your way - surprised at your daring attitude. 

“I like a girl who can handle her drink.” he stated, a slight blush making its way onto your cheeks as you tried not to be affected by his comment. However this failed as you heard Dean chuckle at your flustered state. You grabbed the shot in front of you and downed it, feeling intimidated by Dean’s gaze that was fixated upon you. 

You couldn’t believe that you let yourself be persuaded into becoming Dean’s ‘drinking buddy’ when there was so much work that needed to be done. 

This was going to be a long night. 

1 hour later

A couple of shots and beers later, you and Dean were reduced to an intoxicated mess and you found it difficult to look at him without imagining what he would look like in bed - hot and sweaty. “Fuck” you thought to yourself, trying to swat the images away. You began to regret drinking so much when you felt your mind running away with inappropriate thoughts of lust - mainly revolving around the pleasure that Dean’s large hands could bring to you. 

Your shameful thoughts were interrupted by Dean as he mumbled “I’m surprised you’re not a lightweight,” chuckling to himself, clearly taking pride in the fact that he was able to get under your skin so easily. 

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you felt a surge of confidence - probably from all the alcohol you had drank. “Well you would have known that if you didn’t spend all your time searching for a slut to take home,” you blurted out, before you were able to stop yourself. 

A flash of hurt was present on Dean’s face but was replaced with anger - so quick that you questioned whether or not you saw it in the first place. 

“Pretty harsh Y/N, considering you don’t even come out of the motel unless me or Sammy drag you out.” he shot back, surprising you with his enraged response. The last thing you wanted to do was argue with Dean but your stubborn personality spurred on your urge to not back down. “Pretty hard to come out when all I see is your tongue shoved down some random girl’s throat.” you retaliated, breathing heavily as you could feel your pent up anger beginning to release. 

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, attempting to suppress the idea of you having any sort of claim over him as the thought itself frustrated him. “Why should that bother you anyway?” he spat, his eyes running over your facial expression in an attempt to scope out your true reasoning. 

“Just forget I said anything.” you sighed, turning around and making your way towards the exit of the bar, wanting nothing but to forget what just happened. 

“Y/N where are you going?” he exclaimed, struggling to keep up with your brisk pace but you ignored him and made your way towards the motel. Even though Dean called for you multiple times, you continued ignoring him until you reached the door of your room, slamming it shut behind you. 

He opened the door just as you were shrugging of your leather jacket and throwing it onto the floor, the alcohol still initiating a feel of adrenaline which didn’t help the overwhelming fury you couldn’t seem to get rid of. “What was that about?” he asked completely dumbfounded, seemingly oblivious to your blatant feelings towards him. Up until now you had always thought that he felt the same for you, considering you shared so many intimate conversations with him and saw a softer side to him that he never showed anyone else.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you raged, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you tangled your hands through your hair in frustration. “I’m sick of you playing these games on me!” you shouted, by now you were completely done with Dean’s shit and there was no holding you back. “First you show you care about me and then you’re of with the next best thing. Then you come crawling back, expecting me to be there every fucking time!” you yelled breathlessly. Dean’s silence made you feel even more on edge as you expected a retaliation by now, but was instead met with his intense look.

“i mean seriously Dean, what the fu-” your fuelled thoughts came to a immediate end when Deans plump lips attacked yours, pushing you harshly against the wall. You were taken aback but recomposed yourself as you began to reciprocate the kiss. His hands travelled feverishly down your body, tugging at your thighs and hoisting them up so that they settled around his waist. 

“Fuck,” you moaned as his lips travelled down your neck, nipping harshly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, struggling to contain the jagged breaths that escaped your mouth. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this for,” he murmured in a raspy tone, squeezing your inner thighs as you sweltered under his touch. Your hands tangled in his hair and he moaned as you pulled on the ends, but the contact was cut short as he yanked your hands, slamming them against the wall, above your head, causing you to wince at the sudden contact. 

“i’m gonna fuck you so good baby,” he whispered, biting your ear seductively as he threw you onto the bed, unbuckling his belt in the process as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with lust. You bit your lip teasingly as his hands roughly pulled at his tie, discarding it on the floor. He then started to unbutton his shirt at a torturing pace, smirking at your inability to seem uninterested as he made his way over to you, positioning himself so that he was on top of you.

You peeled off your shirt from underneath him, throwing it across the room as your hands make their way behind his neck and pull him nearer to you. Your lips reconnect with his but this time with more force as you were becoming increasingly desperate. “P-please Dean,” you whimpered, unable to wait any longer as you felt his hands attack the button of your jeans and slowly pull them down your legs, the heat between your thighs becoming unbearable. 

Your patience became dangerously thin causing you to kick your jeans off and grab him by his muscular shoulders, tugging him towards you. You pushed Dean against the bed in a dominant manner, now straddling him, and ran your hands down his chest as you reached the band of his boxers. 

“You’re so hot when you take control” he groaned as you began to palm his boxers whilst dragging your lip up his neck. Desperate for more, you began grinding yourself against Dean’s increasing bulge, running your hands through his hair as he steadied his against your hips. The room was quickly filled with sounds of pleasure but you still craved for more so you unleashed his member and lowered yourself onto it. 

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight,” Dean mumbled, his eyes scanning your body as his hands began to cup your sensitive breasts. You bit your lip to prevent you from screaming and waking the people next door, instead moaning softly under your breath. 

Suddenly, Dean grabbed ahold of your thighs and turned you so you were beneath him whilst intertwining your hands with his and placing them on either side of your head. His thrusts became quicker and deeper as you felt one of his hands begin to rub your most sensitive area. You threw your head back in pleasure, unable to contain the loud moans that escaped your mouth. “Oh Dean,” you panted. “Don’t stop,” you continued, feeling his thrusts becoming sloppy as you both neared your climax, clawing down his back in an attempt to release the overwhelming bliss.

“Oh shit, i’m g-gonna come” you screamed, feeling a sense of euphoria as Dean let out a load moan, reaching his high and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You allowed yourselves to regain your composure, hearing nothing but heavy breathing and feeling Dean’s pulsating heart rate against your chest. Eventually, Dean rolled over to lay next to you, releasing a sign of disbelief. He pulled you closer to him, turning your head to face his and resting his sweaty forehead against yours. 

“I’d do anything for you, you know that right?” Dean mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, nodding softly and he kissed your forehead, repositioning you so that your head laid on his chest.

“By the way Dean,” you started, leaning your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. He hummed sleepily in response as you continued, “you’re telling Sam about this.” He let out a slight chuckle and you nuzzled into him once more, knowing that Dean will be by your side when you wake up.

- This took so long to write but hopefully it was worth it :) 

The Rebound

Description: Lin engages in a brief tryst after her break-up with Tenzin. 

Rating: T+ 

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Author’s Note: I started this to answer the question “who is Lin’s fuck buddy?” and to examine the type of scenario in which she might find herself after her long term relationship has ended. This is dedicated to Amira for keeping me motivated! Thank you!! 


Lin narrowed her eyes at the man standing before her. His name was Kazuo, a potential representative of the Fire Nation in Republic City campaigning for a seat on the Council. He looked every inch a politician; broad shouldered, chiseled jaw, and thick hair that never seemed out of place. He was a charmer in both looks and personality, but his perfect grin wasn’t gaining much traction with Republic City’s Chief of Police. She crossed her arms and looked him over, trying to figure out what this young upstart was playing at. He’d asked her about food. What she liked, what she didn’t. His aim was no doubt political, but he was asking a suspicious amount of personal questions.

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Hogwarts/Carmilla AU (HCAU) "Dark Horse" Chapter One

Pairing: Hollstein

Word count: 3,622

Summary: HCAU (Hogwarts/Carmilla AU) Chapter One, where Carmilla has to try out for the Quidditch team and later meets Laura for the first time.

** This is my very first Carmilla fanfic and as much as I know I probably suck, I tried my hardest and I hope you guys like it.

Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter five.


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Soooo, I met Thirty Seconds to Mars...

I thought I’d share my Adventures experience in Houston Sept 5 on here since I know y’all would appreciate it more than my fb friends who are lame and don’t care/understand. Reni couldn’t get a space for us at the venue so we met across the street at the Hyatt which was sooo much better cause it was really hot ‘n humid outside. We checked in and went into a conference room and the little AIW dude (Ander) had us sing songs while we waited for the guys. After forever, the guys came in and started the q&a part. We sang happy birthday to this little boy who asked a question and again later to Tomo. Some guy had an old school shirt on and Jared explained that the reason they switched the band name from the number 30 to the word was because people shorted the band’s name by calling them 30 and by switching it to the word they can now just say Mars. Another guy who asked a question was from Mexico and Jared asked if he brought guacamole and he was all like “god I LOVVVVVE guacamole”, he was being a total goofball. He took off his glasses and in a girl’s voice said “OH MY GODDDD, they really are the bluest blue eyes” or something like that. They were really happy too that there were a lot of guys at the M&G. Most of the questions were vyrt related and they said they might consider vyrting the Voodoo Fest show. Jared said Hollywood Bowl vyrt is gonna have tons of backstage footage as well as Linkin Park footage…AND Shannon WILL be doing a vyrt sometime “soon”! We got in line for the signing and they gave us a special LLFD poster with the butterfly, snake, wolf, and zebra on it because the bus with our merch broke down but it sucks cause now our stuff is gonna be mailed to us. Anyways Shannon was first and he doesn’t look at anyone’s poster, he looks right at you and looks for your name tag so he said “hi Patty” in THE sexist voice and I said “hi, you look really great btw” and I gave him 2 thumbs up and he gave me the most sincere look and smile and said thank you in a low voice almost like he knew I knew what everyone thinks he “may” be going through…at least that’s what I think, I’m in nooo way confirming anything at all. By the time all that happened my poster was already at the end of the line with Jared and I didn’t get to say anything to him or Tomo. I heard Jared say “heeeeeey Patty” and I was like thanks/bye really quick, so yeah everything literally happens in 5 seconds. There were these 2 little old ladies in front of me in the picture line and they were the cutest!! I so wanna be them when I’m their age :) When it was my turn I asked Shannon if we could hug and he grabbed me and I felt him wrap his leg up around me and and out of sheer instinct I put mine up on him too, haha. He lost his balance so he put it down and then he rubbed his face all over mine, the way he’s done it to Tomo and Jared. He totally caught me off guard so I’m pretty sure my face is gonna look weird in the pic, I can’t wait to see what was actually caught on camera. I didn’t even get to hug Jared cause I was still trying to process what had just happened lol. Before walking away tho I asked him what the answer to his coffee fact question he posted on Instagram earlier (about antioxidants) was and his face lit up and he got all excited and said “it’s a good one RIGHT?!!” I waited there on the side for my friend to take her pic and when they were done he leaned forward and asked “so which one do you think it is” and I said french press, and he was like “NOOOOOOO” then laughed super loud and winked. He DOES give the best hugs and he smelled sooooo good, just the right amount of cologne. And idk why everyone is flipping out over his weight. He looks perfectly fine in person, he’s not fat and he’s not skinny…IMO pictures never do anyone justice. This was my first AIW and it def won’t be my last. Some people need to stop bitching about the price and how you only get less than 2 minutes with them. Sure that’s true but YOU need to make the effort to interact with them and make the most out of your time. I saw so many people who didn’t even bother to do so and I’m sure those are the same type of people who complain. Yeah I kinda held up the line but in the end no one really cared, not the people in line behind me nor the band. During q&a I was nervous and looked away whenever Shannon would look right at me because I’m actually a really shy person but when I got up close to him, I was like hell no I’m not gonna be like that!! So I guess my point is don’t be shy and you’ll get your money’s worth. DON’T be like the angel stripper from the movie Can’t Hardly Wait who was in love with Scott Baio and choked when she met him ;)

What If I Never See You Because We’re Both On A Stage (Michael Clifford)

This is very, very loosely based off of the song “Waiting Game” by Banks. Listen to it here.

There will most likely be a part two to this, if I get enough response. Enjoy :) 

“As if it were that fucking easy, Michael,” you hissed back at him through your iPhone. He was currently playing a show in God knows where, while you were in just as much of a random place yourself, playing guitar for your own band. Michael had somehow decided that he could magically fix your loneliness and isolation by having you listening to one of his newer, not yet released songs.

“Why not, y/n?” Michael sighed in defeat, not wanting to argue but feeling that this conversation was headed that direction anyway.

“It’s not the fucking same, Michael. Listening to your voice in a god damn song will not cure the fact that I haven’t seen you in months,” your anger was flowing freely, unable to be confined.

“Babe, you know I want to see you more than anything. But our touring schedules are so fucked, we literally cannot see each other.” His voice sounded sad, but distant. He was hiding his vulnerability by his logic. You two knew this would happen. You knew that touring would put a strain on your relationship. You knew it and you fought your instinct to run away from the struggle, but you loved Mikey with every inch of your soul. You needed him too much to be this far from him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t see each other at all then,” you scoffed, gasping at your own harsh words. “Mikey, I, fuck. I didn’t mean that,” you tried to create an explanation for yourself, not finding one despite your best efforts.

“No, y/n,” Michael breathed, doing his best to keep him voice dry, though there were tears forming in his eyes.  

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magileine  asked:

slides into your askbox how do you feel about "answered your call for a pick-up from a drunken party even though you’re my brother’s friend and I’ve only met you once because it sounded like you really needed to get out of there AU" for jasico except roommate/sister/whatever instead of brother?

This was supposed to be short. Now it’s a 6.8k fic that completely deviates from the prompt. Seriously, that prompt might as well not be there. Still, I hope you guys like this. Give me your feedback!

(intense fluff and Jason-crushing-on-Nico ahead)

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 “Oh, thank god,” Nico says as he climbs into Jason’s car and shuts the door behind him. “I thought you’d never arrive.”

“Sorry, I stopped to get some Cheetos,” Jason holds the bag out to him. “Cheeto?”

 “No, thanks,” Nico pulls his jacket closer around himself. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Jason, who was just about to do the very same thing, pauses mid-Cheeto bite and studies him.

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anonymous asked:

Jasico fic where Nico is fangirling about 5sos and Jason gets them tickets to meet them and nice kisses him that's their first kiss.

Sequel to this.  In which Jason is incredibly hopeless and awkward.

It took two weeks for Jason to get Nico to look him in the eyes again, and an additional month after for their interactions to amount to much more than stilted words and Nico glaring.  Both refused to tell Hazel what happened, but she knew Jason had done something to anger her brother and she’d been happy to level the blond with fierce looks whenever she thought no one was looking.

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Servants to Our Crown Ch. 2

Basically, this is Chapter 1 but from Harry’s POV

(Also percilot because fuck yeah)

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

On ao3 here

Harry had never been a nervous man. Yes, he’d fought in battles, bore the responsibilities of king at a young age, and braved the utter nightmare that was the politics of court, but not once during any of that had he ever been nervous.

Of course, this made his current ordeal that much harder to deal with.

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