Another amazing commissioned work for Dark Waters by @blauerozen

I’d say I have no words to describe this but that’s a lie. I have so many words that I don’t know which ones to say. I can’t remember how many times I’ve gone back to look at this. It’s gorgeous. I may have teared up a bit when I first saw it. And look at how beautiful they are!! Look at Levi’s freaking awesome hands! Those claws are wicked! And don’t think I missed how badass his ear looks with that shading and little bit of fin and the bluish-grey of his scales is almost exactly what I pictured. Damn. I can’t even deal with all the thoughts flying around in my head right now. And then Eren looks so amazing with his lashes (them lashes though) and his little bitty claws ^_^ and his courting colours!!!! And even with the webbing in the hands!! There’s so much detail and it’s all so accurate to the images in my head. I could cry. This is amazing.

It’s just gorgeous and I wish I could think of a more eloquent way to say thank you but I can’t so I’m just going to shout it. THANK YOU, GLORIOUS ARTIST-CHAN!! Seriously, you’re amazing, I love you, thank you so, so much <3 <3

Alright, I’m done with my essay of appreciation I think XD

If you like this work (which how could you not, LOOK AT THEM AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL?!) then please support the artist, check out their blog, be amazed :)

If you’re curious about the story behind these two fish babies, you can read all about it here. I’m writing the next chapter as we speak :D

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I Never Stopped Loving You - Part 2

Originally posted by gayforbalfe

Originally posted by annstreetstudio

Request//  Your blog is awesome I love your fics. One question: Are you goin to continue ‘I Never Stopped Loving You’?? I want to know what will happen!!! Please can you continue it??

A/N// Thank You To Everyone That Requested For A Part 2. Glad You Liked Part 1 And Hope You Like Part 2!

Part 1

The thought of telling Derek made me cry. When he pulled me into his embrace, I let it all out. How could I leave him? Derek hugged me tighter. How could I live without this? He’s the only person who cared about. the only person I could talk to. Now my world has come crumbling down.

“Baby, what do you need to tell me?” Derek asked, not letting me go.

“I’m…I’m leaving,” I told him, saying the words made everything seem to real. More tears fell from my eyes. My heart broke. I know Derek’s did too.

“What?” Derek asked shocked.

“My alpha told me that we’re leaving and if I don’t go he will kill me.Which means I have to go” I didn’t know it was possible to feel this broken. When I looked up at Derek, I saw the tears forming in his eyes.

“Why?” Derek asked again.

“I don’t know, he just want’s power. He got 4 new betas. Now I guess he is bored and he has seen me truly happy and he wants me to be miserable. Like him” I told him. Hugging Derek tighter.

“I can’t lose you. Y/N. What am I going to do without you?” Derek let the tears go. We stood in his room both crying. Both not wanting to believe that this is happening.

“When…when do you leave?” Derek asked kissing my forehead.

“7 days” I told him. 

“Well for them 7 days, we are staying together. We will spend every moment possible together” Derek told me.

“I think we should get this movie night started then,” I told him. He looked down a smiled. He wiped away my tears and placed a kiss onto lips. We climbed into bed and snuggled up together. Derek wrapped his arms around me. I soon fell asleep in his arms.

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. Derek was still fast asleep. I just lay there enjoying being cuddled up to Derek. Why did I have to have the worst Alpha ever? He always knew how to spoil my happiness. I could feel tears forming in my eyes again. “Pull yourself together Y/N these few days with Derek will be filled with happiness and memories. We couldn’t spend them crying” I said to myself.

“Good morning beautiful,” Derek said kissing my temple. I snuggled into him more and we wrapped his arms around me tighter. Both of us didn’t really know what to say. We both just wanted the same thing.

“So what do you want to do today then,” Derek asked me, as he let go of me and turned on his side so we were laying face to face.

“Stay in bed all day, with snacks and movies,” I said as I couldn’t be bothered to even move.

“Sounds like a plan”. 

The days we spent together were amazing. But sadly they were coming to an end. 3 days left. We were currently at School in math’s class. I was helping Derek work out a question,

“I’m terrible at this, who’s going help me when your gone” Derek asked.

“I’ll find away,” I told him , but when he looked up at me his eyes were filling up with tears.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” He said. I got up out of my seat and grabbed him by the hand and lead him out of the class. 

“Where do you two think you’re going?” The teacher asked.

“Somewhere better than here,” I said. I took Derek outside. He broke down. The tears flooded out of him. I pulled him into my embrace running my fingers through his hair. How could I do this to him?  I could fell the sadness, but it suddenly changed into anger. When he looked at me his eyes his eyes were glowing blue. 

“Derek?” I said, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. Derek got out of my grip and ran. I followed after him but he was too fast. He was headed straight for my Alpha. When I arrived at the building I heard Derek shouting.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!” Derek caught my alpha of guard and pinned him against the wall. But it didn’t take much for him to through him to the ground.

“I see Y/N told you” My alpha just laughed. I ran over to Derek, who was now back onto his feet.

“You’re so power thirsty, you don’t care who’s life you ruin” Derek was getting more angrier. His fists were clenched and he had fully shifted. 

“Baby just calm down”I said grabbing hold of his hand. 

“Why don’t you just go back crying to you mommy” My Alpha laughed.

“YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TRUE POWER!” Derek shouted. I pulled Derek away before things got out of hand. 

“Derek he’s not worth it, come on,” I said pulling him out of the building, but the betas blocked us. Fangs showing, growling at us. They really think they scare me. I flashed my eyes and growled louder, they soon moved out the way.

When we got back to Derek’s we went straight to his room. I sat him on his bed and pulled him into a hug. And he began crying again. 

“I’m sorry” He told me between sobs.

“Shh Derek, I don’t care what you did. You told the truth. You braver than me. I wish I never had to leave, but if don’t you know what will happen. But I will do anything I can to come and see you. I’m not giving up. I love you Derek Hale. I love you so much and nothing will ever change that. Even if I am 1000 miles away, I will love you!” I said kissing his forehead and hugging him tight.

The last day//

Today is the day I was leaving. I couldn’t believe the week went so fast. I can’t believe that this will be the last day I see Derek. We woke friday morning cuddled up.

“Were not going school. I have a surprise for you” Derek told me placing a kiss on o my lips.

“What is it?” I asked

“You got to wait and see” Derek teased. “The sooner you get up and ready, the sooner we can go” He told me.

It was around 11:30 when we left Derek’s house. We walked to the destination hand in hand. Derek lead me in the forest.

“Were are you taking me?” I asked.

“Were nearly there” He told me. That’s when we turned the corner to see a beautiful waterfall. With roses all around and a picnic basket on the rock.

“Derek when did you do this? It’s beautiful” I said hugging so tight.

“I sneaked out last night when you were asleep. I thought it was our last day together, so why not make it special” Derek said kissing me. We sat on the rock next to the waterfall, eating and laughing. We then lay on the rock cuddled up. Until my phone buzzed.

We’re leaving. Get here now!

“Baby it’s time” I said my eyes welling up with tears. Derek and I walked back, to whereI had to meet my Alpha. When we got there he was stood with his arms folded leaning against the car. The rest of the betas were ready to leave.

“How long do you need to take” My Alpha said. I totally ignored him, I turned to Derek and wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He placed a passionate kiss on my lips and leant his forehead on mine. 

“I guess this is goodbye” I said tears rolling to down my face.

“Just for now, and remember, I will never stop loving you” Derek said kissing me again.


I kissed Derek and hugged him tight. Then I let go of him. Then I remembered something. I went in my bag and took out a notebook. I handed it to Derek and kissed his cheek and got in the car. Tears rolled down my face seeing Derek stood there. He had tears rolling down his face to. He opened up the notebook. It has all the math notes he would ever need. Then on the last page I wrote.

“I will never stop loving you”

Part 3?

Maybe One Day

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Bokuaka

Summary:  Akaashi can hear the increasing giddiness in the man’s voice as he says each of those hey’s, the ey in a slightly rowdy manner but managing to stay unbearably endearing. He can picture his face, eyes lit with excitement, twinkling like the infinite galaxy up there in the sky. He can picture the tiny dimple in his cheek, the crinkles on the corner of his eyes, his chapped lips stretching over his mouth.

A/N: ANGST. Not saying any more because I don’t want to spoil it. For @nairuru –> (enabler extraordinaire) 

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Devil In The Details

Request: Hey fam, I was wondering if I could request a lucifer imagine. Were the reader is the daughter of Sammy and lucifer tracks her down and decides to ask her to be his vessel, she says “yes” and lucifer (in readers) body visits the boys? I think I you work your magic you could make this awesome

Words: 2,513
Warnings: None jumping out at me!
Author’s Note: I had to do this ASAP because I suddenly had an idea and boom, I was off. What is it that is so fun about writing bad guys!?

What makes a hero good and a villain bad? If it was dedication to your cause and a determination to stop those who got in your way, well then surely both sides could see themselves as a hero?

You tried to picture little soldiers lined up on a battlefield facing each other. Both armies surged forwards and clashed in the middle, they thought they were right and the other was wrong, and both would go down as a martyr to their cause. But how could you determine who was “good” or who was “bad”? Besides, most of them would end up dead anyway.

Your father and uncles from a young age had always been heroes to you. They were strong, loyal, brave and yet they always left time to be there for you. The Winchester family name was known widely and as you grew up you found that could be both a blessing and a curse.

“Oh, by the way I’m Sam Winchester’s daughter.”

You could watch a hunter’s face change as they realised you were probably on their side, but it could also strike fear into angels, demons and monsters alike. You weren’t stupid, you knew ‘Sam and Dean Winchester’ always had good intentions but you also knew that they had killed hundreds who got in their way.

So were they heroes, fighting for a cause and killing the bad men; or were they the villains, hearts set on their cause, easy to forget the so called “monsters” that they killed.

It should be a simple choice, it always had been until now.

But now you stood just an arm’s length away from the devil and yet everything he said, it just made sense. The devil of the bible, he would’ve snapped you in half and laughed about it, he was the almighty villain. However, you stood here without so much as a hair out of place. He was shunned by his family and banished to an eternity in hell, what was heroic about subjecting someone to that?

Hero or villain? Villain or hero? Where was the line and who were you to judge who was a bad person anyway?

“Y/N?” Lucifer said, calmly extending a hand and placing it on your shoulder, “hey, you alright? You look a little shaky.”

You shook your head and took a deep breath.

“Just peachy.”

You looked up into his eyes, seemingly laced with concern and ran a hand through your hair. It had gotten much longer since you’d not seen your Dad for a few months, he couldn’t judge, uncle Dean always joked that your Dad was practically alergic to hair cuts anyway. You wandered over to the small hotel couch and sat down.

Lucifer had been visiting you like this for a few weeks. You knew of the history he had with the apocalypse and all that, but no one had gone into it too much. It wasn’t from lack of asking, just that your father seemed touchy on the subject of Lucifer.

Sure, the guy wasn’t entirely innocent, but who was these days? Recently, he’d come up with a proposal though, it was simple, you said yes to being his vessel and you’d both save him and gain some power to help people. You were a Winchester, you weren’t stupid, you wouldn’t let his outstay him welcome and once he was topside you’d let him regenerate and then he’d find a new vessel. It was simply a means to an end for both of you.

“You’re really sure about this, huh?” You muttered.

“I can’t hold an apparition forever, come on,” he said with a wink, “you and me, we’d be great.”

“So hypothetically if I said yes, it’s short term, right?” You mused, “and you’re absolutely not going to hurt my family.”

“My my, we are our daddy’s daughter aren’t we?” He drawled, “come on, I pinky swear.”

It had taken a long time to come to this decision, but you took a deep breath and shrugged.

“Fine, I’m in.”

“Oh sweetheart, am I glad to hear you say that.”

His fake form phased out and you were left alone in the dimly lit hotel room. There was no sound for a moment and you took a cautious step forward, but there was nothing. You let out the breath you were holding and shifted your weight awkwardly, there was just nothing… quite the anticlimax, apparently. You’d have thought it would be more dramatic, maybe he was already there and that was it? Swallowing on a dry throat, you lifted your foot to take a cautious step.

Suddenly, everything seemed to swim in front of your eyes and you broke into a cold sweat like you were going to faint. You swayed on your feet slightly, unable to keep your balance and just as your legs gave way, a bright blue light seared through the room. 

And then, it all went black.

Lucifer opened one eye slowly, then quickly followed it with the other. He blinked a few times and once he’d decided it felt settled he stood up quickly. Everything was so much more ‘physical’ here on this plane and it had been far, far too long. He rolled his head from side to side and let out a small sigh, the female form was weird but you weren’t the first female he’d taken - vessel, of course.

“Oh, it is good to be back,” he pronounced each syllable clearly, letting the words drip off of his tongue and ambled over to the mirror. He could feel your consciousness scratching at the edges but it was no more than a sowing needle fighting against a machine gun.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said grinning into the reflection. “Now if I give you your voice, you’ve got to work with me.”

The faint scratching stopped and he twisted your mouth into a dry smirk. Lucifer gave it until the count of three and then slowly unpinned the virtual barrier.

“Atta girl, welcome to the party,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Is this… is this it?” You said, regaining some control again.

Lucifer threw back your head and let out a barking laugh, “oh no, Y/N, this is just the tutorial, wait until the real fun starts.”

With that, he clicked his fingers and ice began to creep up the sides of the mirror, you watched in fascination as a few tendrils of smoke began to wind their way to the floor. A second later and the mirror shattered into pieces. Shards sliced the air, spinning off in different directions before clattering to the ground. A faint stinging became evident on your cheek and in the reflection of a shard you saw a slice about an inch long starting to bleed.

“You just-”

“Give it a moment,” Lucifer snapped at you.

He picked up the shard you’d been looking into and maneuvered it so that you could see your reflection. The cut sealed itself, the skin knitting itself together to leave just a smear of blood on the surface. He licked a finger and wiped the remaining blood away to reveal clear skin underneath, not a mark to be seen.

“Excuse fingers,” he said with a wink.

“That’s a mir-”

“Ah ah ah, don’t say the ’m’ word, that’s the other family business,” he cut you off again, “now, talking of family, how about we go have a coffee and a catch up?” He took a step before letting out a small giggle and adding, “I wonder if they missed me!”

You tried to say something again but there was a block up against you.

“Oh yeah, you too of course,” he said with an exasperated eye roll.

If you could have frowned, you would have, but there was nothing, you were just floating in your own body. You felt a small jolt of panic as you realised how little control you actually had. You tried something simple like moving a finger but there was nothing, just a wall in your way.

Another wave of panic washed though your conciousness. This wasn’t part of the deal, was it?

“Hate to be a downer but we never signed anything, but I can hear all your little musings so please keep them coming, it’s like a live soap opera,” he said with another giggle. “I love your giggle by the way, can really put that manic tilt on things…”

You suddenly remembered about your dad and uncle and a whole new air of dread took over.

“Aw, no need to be so glum, sweetpea, I just want a chat with your old man!” Lucifer leered as he began to walk towards the door, “now, let’s go find your father, I think this could be one for the photo albums.”

24 hours later

Sam yawned as he reached for the ringing FBI phone. He dreaded to think what one of them had been caught up in this time, but he steeled himself and picked it up.

“Hello? Director Tyler, is there a problem?…. uh huh, yes he is one of ours… No, he’s there for a reason… I trust his judgement on the situation, what he say goes and that is final, Officer… I said it is final… Good day to you too.”

Sam hung the handset back on the receiver and pulled a face at the phone, Officers hated Feds just as much now as they did in his prime, apparently. He hated having to be on call but the bunker couldn’t be tracked so it came in handy for helping out others.

“Director?” Dean smirked, striding into the room and placing a cold beer onto the small table in front of his brother.

“It was Redwood being arrogant and wanting an exclusion zone again,” Sam chuckled, picking up the bottle and taking a sip.

“I like him.”

“You would.”

Sam raised an eyebrow challenging Dean and Dean was just about to open his mouth to say something witty back, when the sound of the bunker’s door opening snapped his attention.
“You expecting anyone?” Dean said in a low voice.

The younger Winchester only shook his head in response as he sprung to his feet. They broke into a light jog and skidded to a stop in the foyer.

“Son of a bitch, is it-?” Dean started.

“Your favourite niece?” You finished for him.

Sam cracked into a grin and made his way up the stairs to meet 'you’ with a big hug. He squeezed you tightly and you wanted nothing more than to be able to return it properly, or better yet, tell them to run, but Lucifer most definitely still had his finger on the trigger.

“Where’ve you been?” He said when he released you.

“Met a guy, it’s like we were one and the same, what can I say?” Lucifer said in your most squeaky clean voice. You thought your hardest string of abuse at him but the block was still there.

“You’re kidding?” Dean scoffed, looking impressed.

“Nope!” Lucifer replied with a cheesy grin, “he’s not from round here, but honestly he’s great.”

“That’s… that’s really great,” Sam replied with a wide smile, “come on in, do you want a drink?”

“Yeah, I could kill for one,” Lucifer giggled again. You could feel that he thought he was being funny, this was all just a big game to him and had you control of your stomach, it’d make you feel sick.

“So when can we meet him?” Dean chipped in.

“Oh, you already have,” Lucifer grinned wider, you’d like to say it was a warm smile, but he wouldn’t know what a friendly smile was.

“Huh, is he a hunter? What’s his name?” Sam asked curiously.

You wanted to scream out at them, to tell them to run or hide or anything other than stand around chatting but there was no use.

“No, he’s not a hunter.”

“You’re getting out?” Dean said, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you having a normal life. It physically hurt to see the hope in his face and Lucifer.

“No, but you could say he’s gotten out.”

Your Dad and uncle looked confused for a second but shrugged it off and it was just as they let that guard down that Lucifer decided to strike. He flung Dean back against the far wall without so much as a flick of your wrist and then turned to face your father. Sam’s face changed from shock to nothing short of furious in a split second as he looked at 'you’.

“What are you?” He spat, eyes darting to Dean, who was just stirring, before back to Lucifer.

“But Daddy, it’s me!” Lucifer said in a child like voice.

“What have you done to Y/N and what are you?” Sam growled, chest heaving as he glared at the form in front of him. He clenched and unclenched his knuckles and took a shaky breath, you could see he desperately didn’t want to hurt you.

“Don’t you remember me, Sammy?” Lucifer said, dropping back down to your normal voice, “we used to have such fun together, you and me? Sure, the smell was a little off but we had one hell of a time!”

Sam stayed silent and you could practically see the cogs whirring in his mind, he furrowed his brow for a moment before his face dropped.

“Impossible,” he gulped as you watched the colour slowly drain from his face.

“Unfortunately not,” Lucifer grinned, “come on, no hug for for your long lost cellmate?” He said, raising your arms for a hug, “Y/N gives good hugs.”

Sam bit his lip hard, he was seething but you could see he didn’t date hurt your body. Dean was on his feet now, slowly piecing it together but Lucifer didn’t seem to bothered about him.

“Let her go,” Sam said as coolly and as calmly as he could stomach.

“Spoiler, she said yes,” Lucifer said with a shrug, “I’m here to stay and I’m as at home in her as I ever was in you, bit more cramped, sure, but-”

“How did you get out?” Dean snapped, stepping forwards.

“With my winning smile,” Lucifer said sarcastically. He held up a hand and both Winchesters found themselves speechless. You fought against what he was doing but there was no point in even trying.

“Look, this was a charming little catch up. I’ll get Y/N back before curfew but if you don’t mind, boys, I’ve got some business with my brothers and sisters upstairs.”

Lucifer turned on his heels and began to walk towards the exit. He paused and ran a hand through your hair, fiddling with an end piece.

“Oh and boys?” He said over his shoulder, “this visit was for old times sake, I promised her I wouldn’t hurt you and this time I didn’t.”

He left a few seconds pause.

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving nothing but a heavy silence in his wake.

I hope I “worked my magic” on this one as the request asked? Bit nervous on it so let me know! :P


Author: WhoNatural

Summary: (AKA The Sterek Scrubs AU)In which Stiles learns that med school didn’t prepare him for much at all; even the most epic of bromances can be weakened with the right amount of long, curly hair and dimples; and sometimes, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be - it’s the digging beneath the bravado that reveals who’s worth getting to know a little better.Dr. Hale’s probably still a dick, though.

Word count: 49k

Notes: You have NO idea how happy I am this fic is finished now. I was reading it from the beginning and I always had hope it will be finished. And you know what, it was worth it to wait two years. This fic is amazing. The feels, I don’t even know what to say. And all the characters, Stiles and Scott, I had tears in eyes on the best man speech, okay. And Allison, and Lydia, And Laura and even Jackson. And the humor and everything. Sorry for the babbling, read the fic and you will understand me.

And about Malia, I saw that some people have issues with Malia simply being in fics, and seriously, if you won’t read it because of that? YOUR LOSS. - K.

Sneak Peek:

Jackson pulls the phone away from him and types, turning the screen back with a haunted look on his face. The video starts on a moodily-lit, atmospheric street. It’s post apocalyptic. There are starved-looking cats and debris in the corners of the shot, and then the beat starts. It’s that generic brand of 1990s house that just loops and never goes anywhere.

Then, out of the shadows, in a string vest and enough eyeliner to upset a member of The Cure, walks Peter Hale.

Stiles gapes. He’s wearing an ankle-length coat and are those chaps? When he starts to perform, it’s more spoken-word than anything that could be considered actual singing or even rap, and oh god, there’s a dance interlude.

This might be the greatest thing that’s ever happened in Stiles’ life, and he came all over Derek Hale’s face this morning.

“Jackson, I’ll never spread rumors that you have gonorrhea ever again,” he says solemnly, squeezing him on the shoulder.

Jackson frowns. “That makes the amount of times I got laid last month even more impressive.”

“Oh, you’re still a complete stain of a person,” Stiles says, “But I think I might love you a little bit.”

The 100th Fic is here!

It is here, I have done it and I have tried to make it a particularly good one, but first I’d like to go a little mushy on you all and say something ;)

So I get a lot of peeps asking me how I write so much so fast and I’m going to clear that up right now by dedicating this fic, hell, this entire collection of fics to you lot on the Barduil trash heap.

Because cheesy as it sounds, you guys are the reason I can write so much so fast. Every single comment, every single tag, every reblog, every single kind word and note of encouragement, every time someone cheers me on in the askbox or comes especially to tell me they enjoyed something, every awesome prompt that hits my ask box and every time you guys say one nice thing about me - that is where my motivation comes from.

So for everyone who asks me to keep on writing barduil until I die? So long as you guys still want it and enjoy it and support me, I will literally never stop, you are all literally the source of my new found creativity and drive.

So this one is for every single one of you barduil trash bags out there.

Okay mush over, here it is, below the cut and as voted for by you a fic based on this gisfet

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I love how often the Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme fandom pretty much says, “Yeah, okay, I’m really super into Star Wars, but also fuck that noise, I’m gonna fix all of it OR maybe ruin it differently, idk yet.” These fuckers are assholes after my own heart. FIX IT OR MAKE IT WORSE OR BOTH. I love crying about space samurai with laser swords, it’s awesome. (Recs posted every Wednesday.)

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   “Time travel? Are you kriffing kidding me?”
That’s What Grandmasters Do by GirlwithCurls98, obi-wan & ahsoka, 2.3k
   Obi-Wan is used to Anakin’s nonsense. Despite the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan is no longer quite as protective of his former Padawan and all of his antics. Ahsoka is not. When the inevitable happens, Obi-Wan steps up to the plate to care for Ahsoka, floundering on her own.
Tiny!Obi-Wan and the Red Man by phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.8k wip
   When an intruder with a red lightsaber invades the Temple creche, 6-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life is set on a new course. But taking a different fork on destiny’s path doesn’t necessarily alter your destination…
Training by lizznotliz, luke & rey & leia, 1.6k
   They divide their time between the Resistance and her training. Leia doesn’t understand why all of Rey’s training can’t be done on whatever backwater base they’ve moved to this month, but Luke is insistent that Rey needs to see things outside of a military base.

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i now present to you: an outline of every gerlonso fic ever

“song lyrics title that might or might not reflect on the tone and/or plot”

out of context song lyrics and/or out of context quote from someone famous


rambling metaphor about smell of grass/clouds/rain/the color red/the roar of the crowd/singing of *someone’s* song.


flashback to stevie gerrard as a smol babby, with scabbed knees and untied shoes.  he falls down and then gets up again.


stevie sits alone, staring off into the distance as grey clouds roll in.  he almost feels cold.  maybe it’s death coming early.  or maybe it’s just his broken heart.


something poetic about a football and how awesome it is.


xabi arrives in liverpool & steven falls in love with his playing, and then with him.  he never says a word.


one night they go out for drinks.  carra does something raucous and embarrassing.  xabi smiles slyly into his beer.  steven *really* falls in love.


anfield is singing again!!!


something about istanbul.  it’s magical af.


once they almost kiss but don’t.  it’s raining.  everyone is wet.


things fall apart.  stevie feels his chest get all tight.  he wants to cry out, but no one will understand his pain!!!!1!!


dialogue that boils down to:

  • don’t leave xabi!!!
  • i have to return to my home planet now, esteban
  • no stay here pls i luv yeh
  • goodbye amor~~~~


anfield singing again except this time the rain is like needles and steven is tearing up.  he shivers in the wind and he thinks he sees xabi in the crowd but then he remembers xabi is a million miles away~~~


xabi calls him from spain.  he decides not to pick up.  BUT THEN HE DOES!!!  but it’s too late and xabi has already hung up.


you’ll never walk alone lyrics shoved in there for shits & giggles


the grass is turning brown and stevie’s heart has been broken, but he lets the ~~*magic of anfield*~~ heal his soul, and he will carry on!!!!!


a line of depressing poetry to put us out of our misery

Request -- Hi! Could you write a Gadreel x Reader where the reader knew his vessel and they used to date, but it was a bad relationship so the reader is hesitant to become friends with him but they eventually fall for each other? You're awesome by the way! I love your writing!!!

(I haven’t written Gadreel in a while, so here you go! I hope that you like it!)

The wooden porch beneath you made the slightest creaking noise when you shifted your weight, and you almost cringed at how it broke the spell of silence, save for the wind rustling through the trees, between you and Gadreel. The both of you still didn’t say a word, though, and the angel next to you continued to use his feet to rock the porch swing you were sitting on back and forth. You squinted against the afternoon sun as you leaned back into the cushion once again, unable to control your blush when you realized that his arm was stretched out behind you and unaware of his imperceptible smile when he saw you flush out of his peripheral vision.

You hadn’t expected to be alone with Gadreel in your life because of your past with his vessel. As soon as he had showed up wearing your ex-boyfriend’s flesh, all of the unpleasant memories from your previous relationship had flooded your mind. It had taken you at least a week before you could utter a single word to him. Now, after a few months, you were close, close enough that you could talk and laugh easily with him without a tempest of arguments with the man that he was possessing running through your head. This angel was one of the most eloquent ones you had ever spoken to in you life, even though it made you upset inside whenever you noticed that he was choosing his words very carefully, as if afraid to make even more trouble than he already had in his existence. He could put your mind at complete ease, which was what he was doing by taking you where you were now.

The two of you were somewhere in a delicate countryside, on the porch of a house that had belonged to a couple who had been possessed by angels as well. Gadreel had told you this sadly, and you knew that he wished that he and his siblings could have other options for roaming the Earth. It was a quaint little cottage, abandoned not too long ago, with sunflowers and roses still blooming in the garden, the edges of their leaves and petals only browned a tiny bit. It was the perfect place to have your mind cleared from everything hunting, but your worry was now placed on if Gadreel could hear the sound of your heart rate rising each time you thought about him.

“It is quite beautiful today,” Gadreel looked straight at you as he spoke, his green eyes sparkling in the sunshine. The wind rustled your hair as you turned your head to meet his eyes, and he had to restrain himself in reaching over and tucking the flyaway locks behind your ear before you did yourself.

You were surprised that he had been the one to speak first, and you were so taken aback by his molten gaze that you almost forgot to respond. “…Y-Yeah. It really is. Thank you so much.”

He gave you a grin, one that made your heart flutter. “It is my pleasure. Besides, it is not often that we have the ability to escape the calamity that is beginning to dominate this planet.” A sigh left his mouth as his smile faded, and you could practically feel the guilt that was suddenly starting to overwhelm him. You abruptly remembered the four words that you had heard just before falling asleep on one of the library’s tables in the bunker as he sat in front of you: It’s all my fault.

“Hey,” you told him, shaking your head. You lifted his chin up with delicate fingers so that he would look at you. His features were etched with misery. “This is the place where we’re not supposed to be upset, remember?”

Gadreel’s expression became desperate. “I know, but I just cannot…” He took in a shuddering breath. “When I am with you, Y/N, his memories overtake me when we sit in silence.”

You didn’t need him to explain, knowing right away what he meant by his memories. Playing with a loose thread on your sweater, you just shrugged, even though your heart was pounding. “Oh.”

“It pains me greatly to see the agony that he has caused you in the past,” Gadreel whispered, suddenly going rigid. Panic was clear in his eyes when you were level with his gaze again, and you instinctively put your hand on top of his in order to help him relax. It didn’t help much, but it was a relief when his tenseness disappeared even the tiniest bit. “I knew who you were the first time that I laid eyes on you, Y/N. I knew every bit of information that he did about you, how he used painstaking details against you and how the intimacy you shared wasn’t the intimacy that he craved…” He instantly stopped talking when he noticed how you were biting your lip to the point of drawing blood, and he interlaced your fingers. The action caused you to hear your heartbeat in your ears. “You must forgive me. I’m being quite insensitive, and I realize that now.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Gad,” That was the truth. Even though you hated thinking about your ex-boyfriend, it had been too long ago to avoid talking about. You chuckled, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows together in confusion. “After all, you’re saying the truth. It wasn’t only one time that I came to surprise him at the bar that he worked at and found him getting close with another. I was naive, and I remember just repeating over and over in my head that there was a god reason for whatever he did. Of course, now I know that that’s not true at all.”

The angel leaned closer towards you, and you didn’t move away; you were fixated on him. “You deserved, and still deserve, much more than he ever gave you.” He swallowed hard, his eyes becoming dark with intensity that bewildered you. “When you ran away from me the very first time that you had seen me, I felt as I though a part of me had been physically split in two. After all of the time I had spent in prison, I had been hoping for amicable interaction with humans, and for the days following our meeting I had been considering turning myself back in. But once we finally spoke, Y/N, I knew that I would not be able to leave your side if I could defy any trouble that awaited me.”

“Gadreel,” you murmured, bliss starting to radiate throughout your whole body. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever been today, and your smile was growing wider by the second. You were still fighting off believing in what you through the was talking about, so you decided to press on. “What are you saying?”

“That leaving you,” Gadreel caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling softly at your almost immediate blush in response to his touch. “would possibly be the worst thing I could ever do. When I am with you, I feel like my thoughts can be realigned into something other the anger that I hold over my own head. When you are next to me…I feel like I can redeem myself. I was previously shattered, Y/N, but I am now in a better state because you continue to put me back together.” You were holding a hand over your mouth at that point, trying your hardest to hold back your tears. He misinterpreted them, and attempted to not allow his composure to be shaken. “I know that it is odd, with me in his body, after all that you have been through. But if you will have me, I will surely be one of the most joyful beings on Earth.” Gadreel seemed to be holding his breath as you processed his words, his expression bursting into complete happiness when you started to nod quickly.

“Of course I will, of course, Gad,” you told him, your grin mirroring his. You closed the distance between you, and threw your arms around his neck. He caught you by the waist, holding you close to him and combing through your hair with his fingers. “No matter what happens with Heaven and Earth, I never want to lose you.”

Gadreel pressed his lips to your temple, making a trail of a few kisses down the side of your face before responding. “I will always be here for as long as you wish me to be.”

Three Little Words (DeanxReader)

Anonymous asked:

hiya what about a fic where Dean hadn’t said I love you to the reader yet even though they have been dating for a few months but she understands and when they are laying in bed together he finally does it and she tells him how much it means to her that he trusts her and cares about her enough to say it. Sorry that’s long but ya thanks and you’re awesome!!

You shifted, turning over to a more comfortable position on the bed. Your eyes fell upon the face of a man, your boyfriend. It was no secret Dean Winchester and yourself had feelings for one another. In fact, you had been “official” for the past three months.

You smiled, remembering your first date. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, because you had been friends and partners for some time. The funniest part, was watching Dean try to be a gentlemen. Opening doors, pulling out your seat. And though your first date was at a local bar, Dean had insisted the bartender serve you wine. It was quite strange, but at the same time, nice.

True, now that you were dating, Dean had become more cautious and protective of you during hunts. He would never let you go first, or last, into any place that could be potentially dangerous, and he insisted you carry a gun, not just a knife. But all of that didn’t seem to matter, because you loved him. Yes, you loved Dean Winchester.

A small weight on your chest reminded you that you had told him, but he had not returned the gesture. It didn’t really matter as much as it had in the beginning of your relationship, and now you knew he would say it when he was ready.

The man shifted in his sleep, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around your body, so your face was pulled into his chest. You sighed.

You loved being like this, quiet, content. Just being in Dean’s arms, how safe it felt, how you knew nothing could ever hurt you here. If even for a little while. To just exist. To be. It was bliss.

He always smelled the same, and you felt yourself get high just off his scent. The mixture of leather, whiskey, salt, and gunpowder. It clung to his skin and clothes, giving you butterflies. He smelt like he tasted; salty, minty, and alcoholic. It gave you shivers you couldn’t explain. Oh god, you were totally, head over heels, in love with this man.

Your fingers traced little circles into his chest while you were thinking to yourself. Your fingertips, like butterflies, had woken the man in your arms.

“Hey…” His voice was groggy and rough, and you bit your lip as it sent shivers down your spine. “That tickles…”

“Sorry baby. Go back to bed.” Dean looked up and squinted at the digital clock.

“It’s 2 am. Why are you still awake?” You shrugged, snuggling closer to him.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Dean yawned, rolling on his back so he could properly stretch and you frowned, your main source of warmth gone. You laid your head on his chest and he began to stroke your hair, his eyes closed.

“Were you thinking?”


“What about?” You sighed, your eyelids finally becoming heavy.


“… Huh?”

“I said you. I was thinking about you.”

“But… Why?” You rolled on your stomach and propped your head up on Dean’s chest, so you could see his face.

“Because you’re my 2 am thoughts.” Dean chuckled, the vibration travelling up your arms and making you giggle.

“You’re strange you know that?” You laid your head back down, closing your eyes.

“Oh come on. You know you love it.” Dean chuckled again, his voice getting a little quieter at his response.

“I love you.” Your body went rigid for a moment, before you were able to will yourself to sit up again.


“I love you (Y/N). I know I should’ve said it sooner, but I was… Afraid to. But I’m not anymore. I love you.” Thoughts raced through your mind and a grin spread across your face.

“I love you too Dean.” You leaned forward, tasting the familiar mixture of whiskey and mint, smiling under Dean’s lips.

I know that might have been one gif too many, but what can I say? I have a small obsession with sleepy!Dean… ^-^


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Kirk, James T., Captain. Medical Diagnosis: Is in love with Leonard McCoy'

So, I sent Sydney a happy scenario and she wrote an awesome follow up. Awesome enough, it made me want to re-write the happy scenario into a ficlet worthy of her follow-up. I did my best. ;-)

Jim’s been too trying to tell Bones how he feels for far too long now, but every time he tries to say the words, they seem to get stuck in his throat. Literally. Bones had even scanned Jim to make sure he didn’t have some sort of pulmonary inflammation, since every time he’d seen him over the last month, Jim had randomly started coughing and struggling to clear his throat all of a sudden.

That’s what gives Jim the idea, actually. It’s perfect: a way of telling Bones how he feels, without having to say a word. So, one day, Jim hacks into the tricorder systems so Bones’ tricorder will display a particular reading when it scans him. He heads to medbay during gamma shift when he knows things will be slow. He knows Bones is gonna be working. The doctor usually has gamma off, but he likes to work the late shift once in a while so he can keep a handle on how sickbay is functioning at all hours of the day.

Sure enough, when Jim wanders into the medical ward at 0200, he finds Bones in his office, filling out paperwork. There’s a few nurses around, and one ensign from engineering getting her hand wrapped up, but otherwise, sickbay is empty.

“Um, hey Bones,” Jim says, trying to sound normal, though he’s nervous as hell. “I’m feeling kind of…weird. I thought maybe you should check me over?”

Leonard looks up and frowns. But he gets up and crosses the room in a second flat.

“Let’s go into exam one,” he directs, waving Jim over.

“I’m sure everything’s fine,” Jim babbles, starting to rethink his plan.

“Well, you look alright,” Bones acknowledges, after looking him over. “A bit sweaty and flushed, maybe.”

Jim laughs nervously, eyes darting around as he avoids his best friend’s searching gaze.

“But you actually came into medbay of your own free will,” Leonard observes dryly. “That’s strange enough to warrant concern.”

Jim freezes as Bones pulls his tricorder out and runs it up and down Jim’s now tensed frame.

He watches as Bones squints at the tricorder’s reading, seeing the reading he’d rigged the machine to display flashing in his own mind: ‘Kirk, James T., Captain. Medical Diagnosis: Is in love with Leonard McCoy’.

When Bones snaps his head up his face is completely blank.

Jim stares back at him, expression earnest, equal parts terror and hope reflected in his blue eyes.


maruloki-deactivated20150420  asked:

I've been out of the tumblr fandom for 3 years now, I don't watch the show religiously as I did before yet I am still gravitated to DeanCastiel fics. Whenever I have a bad day, I stay under my covers and read til the next day, til I have to go to work again and come home to the same routine. It helps. And this tumblr is amazing. Thank you... It's probably cheesy to say that even at the age of 21, fictional characters still save me from the clutches of permanent darkness.

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Not an ask :D and no need to respond. I just wanted to tell you how awesome I think you are for maintaining this site. I’ve come here many, many times after a long week at work or when I’ve needed comfort or distraction, and you’ve never failed to provide exactly the right thing, particularly when the thought of searching on my own is too daunting (especially since I’m new to this massive fandom). So, thank you for your work and for sharing your love of fic and authors. You guys are the best.

I love you guys, you know that?

I’m just so overwhelmed right now.

I saw on Twitter how people have posted my SOFA duet version and tweeted BTS, trying to get the word out and all… and I’m just– ohmy you guys are so sweet it makes me want to cry. <3

Thank you. It really means the world to me how you guys continue to read my stories and haha just listening to my covers makes me so happy, do you know that? :P It makes me really happy how you guys would take the time to tweet BTS about my song cover. I hope your efforts wouldn’t be in vain and that they do get to listen it it <3 It would be a dream come true for me too~

Anyway, I know I haven’t been updating much because of school but I just want to take this chance to thank everyone who still drop by my inbox to say hello or tell me how much they loved my fics; tweet me on Twitter for a chat; or just talk to me anywhere, be it on Kakao talk or Line. XD I always love talking with you guys and I’m just really glad that I created this blog and met some really wonderful people <3

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This first Klaine Friday, I’d like to rec a pair of old-but-awesome fics that made me laugh out loud when I read them the first time that golden summer of 2011, when we didn’t know much about Blaine, or what he and Kurt got up to that summer after “I love you.” Good times.

Brotherly Chats and Brotherly Chats II: The Penguin Incident by one of my favorite authors, flyblackbirdfly. 

Brotherly Chats (Rated R, 5300+ words)

Summary: Finn really needs to talk to Kurt and Kurt has been successfully avoiding said conversation all day. But when Finn comes to him with a twelve-pack of beer and a look in his eyes that says he really needs to talk, Kurt can’t avoid it any longer.

Brotherly Chats II: The Penguin Incident (Rated R, 5300+ words)

Summary: Kurt and Finn wake up after their drunken night of brotherly bonding shirtless in bed together with no knowledge of how they’d wound up in such a compromising position. What in the hell happened?

The fics are part of the author’s (Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys verse. The entire verse is yummy with lots of firsts and lots of laughs, complete with football player/cheerio role playing and a silly and heartwarming friendship between Kurt and Finn. But these two fics are my favorites in the verse because they are so funny, and I love Glee club shenanigans and adorably possessive!Blaine.

I want fic about the process of Ransom and Holster learning how not to be assholes about the gay thing.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of everyone being open-minded and awesome about it from minute one. But I’m also really interested in sports culture, hockey culture in particular, and with the way R&H were talking about pussy early on in the comic, I think they would probably have some casually-homophobic habits to work past. I don’t think they’re homophobic in the sense of actually hating gay people–most athletes who say stupid homophobic shit in the locker room are just following familiar language patterns, not really thinking about what the words actually mean.

I think they’d be defensive the first time they were called out on it–by Shitty, maybe, during their freshman year, before Bitty ever showed up. They’d laugh it off, call Shitty oversensitive, say they were just messing around and he should get a sense of humor. He’d get pissed, and they’d back down, all “sheesh, okay, whatever bro,” and they’d keep saying shit as long as he wasn’t around.

But then when Bitty came out to them, they’d realize that this is actually important, that saying that shit is not actually okay, and they’d try to stop. And they wouldn’t be perfect. Maybe they’d hurt Bitty’s feelings by accident. But they’d apologize, and try hard to be better, and eventually get rid of their old habits altogether, after a lot of work. Because that’s what it takes, when you grow up in that kind of culture.