they still do those little 'brother things'

“Where did the coffee table go ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just something short and stupid written in 5 minutes during my lunch break.  Didn’t proof read (I never do, I never can re-read anything I wrote so like meh) so sorry about any awful mistakes. Sometimes, I have really shitty ideas haha, hope you’ll still kinda like it though ^^’ :


“The mysterious case of the disappearing furnitures by detective/Batman’s partner Richard John Grayson, 8 and a half years old : 

Recently noticed that furnitures around Wayne Manor have gone missing.

_Suspects : Bruce Wayne, (Y/N) Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth or a stranger. 
_Motive for Bruce Wayne : reminds him of his parents so he’s changing them ? But that wouldn’t explain why they’re changed on a regular basis.
_Motive for (Y/N) Wayne : …I don’t know yet, but will find one, she’s too nice to me and maybe it’s a trick so we DON’T suspect her ? Maybe she has a huge furniture dealing web out there in Gotham ! 
_Motive for Alfred Pennyworth : Less to clean.
_Motive for “stranger” : Those furnitures must be expensive, selling them might be good, but then why does Bruce not react ? Maybe it’s a mind trick that stranger is playing on Bruce, getting rid of every pieces of furniture his parents bought ? 

All of the suspect have a motive, and a good one if I might say, and I will find what is happening to all those poor furnitures ! 

09/08/01, chest of drawers disappeared.
10/08/01, new chest of drawers arrived, Alfred rolled his eyes at it.
14/08/01, lawn table gone.
14/08/01, a bit later, saw Alfred took down a few pieces of Bruce and (Y/N)’s bed, the headboard I think.
18/08/01, started my interrogation : when I asked Bruce he became very pale and looked “horrified” (according to (Y/N) who entered, she said : “what’s that horrified face my heart ?”). I’m not sure what horrified means, but it doesn’t sound nice…maybe he feels guilty ? When I asked my questions about the broken and missing pieces of furniture to (Y/N), she just burst out laughing.
26/08/01, today, almost the entire living room was empty, I asked Alfred and he said he was remodeling…I think he doesn’t want to worries me about our furnitures being stolen.
01/09/01, Saw da Bruc Dad Bruce sneaking out with the a plank that I believe is from the coffee table in the living room…very suspicious”.

Smiling, Dick stops reading the clumsy handwriting he had when he was eight and puts down his old “very important cases” notebook back on his deck, sighing, nostalgic. 

Oh the good old days when he was the only “Batboy” (who was he kidding ? Dick knew that without little brothers his life would be boring. He makes a mental note though, to hide this forever from his brother’s sight, they would mock him too much for almost everything written in that thing).

“Where do all the furniture go ?” was his actual first case, and…oh ew, just thinking about what he discovered, a few years after he “opened the case”, where those furnitures went, was grossing him out. 

But he still couldn’t help but smile at his younger self. 

He was a rather cute kid wasn’t it ? His mom would agree.

His mom. 

“(Y/N) Wayne”, the woman who was “too nice, must be a trick”…Oh he was so wrong about that. You were nice because you were the best woman in the World. You were more than nice. You were…Oh man you were the best in everything ! Your hugs and soothing wordsgot him through so many difficult moments…

One of the only thing “bothering” him about you, was still kind of awesome.

It was so damn disgusting sometimes. But also overly adorable.

Your only “flaw” was to be too in love with Bruce, and vice versa. 

You two could be so gross when together, forgetting the world around you, kissing and embracing and EWWW ! 

Sometimes, your sons had to make sure you both knew they were here by making loud noises, and even then, more often than not, they’d be the one leaving the room rather than you two stopping being so goddamn in love. 

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Greek Gods Series
Prologue Poseidon Ares Aphrodite Apollo Hades Hermes Zeus
Ship: Pirate!Mina | Pirate!Reader | Merman!Jimin
Description: Pirate!AU | Beginning your new life as a pirate had its hardships- and it all started with something called Fate.
Warnings: Fingering, Oral, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism? Violence, Assault, Angst, Death
Word Count: 15,257
A/N: Cover finally up! Enjoy the first part of this series! It took me forever to write.

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On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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Flood my mornings: Ian (II)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Ian (need I say more?)

“I’ll bet the nuns LOVED you.”

Jamie jumped, startled out of his stone-like state. “Nuns?” he asked of the nurse, dumbfounded….or rather asked as best he could through the great yawn that overtook him without warning the moment he opened his mouth. 

The woman laughed at him, which gave him enough time to regain his composure and apologize profusely for his rudeness. “Ye caught me by surprise,” he finished lamely.

“Well, that’s what I was getting at!” she said. “The nuns at my school were INTENSE, and you had to sit up straight and stay focused, or you’d get the whap! with a ruler across the knuckles, or worse. I’ll bet you were the star pupil, though, the way you’ve been standing straight and still all this time.”

Jamie relaxed and gave her a tired grin. “I didna have any nuns in my own schooling, I’m afraid.” 

“Military, then?” 

“Aye, just so,” he said, impressed. “How did ye ken that?”

“You’ve just got that well-trained look about you, ya know?” Her humor softened into evident concern. “Honestly though, you should go sleep for a bit or get a bite to eat, at least.” 

“Thank ye verra kindly, Nurse…Thompson,” he said, reading her name pin (and in his beleaguered state, feeling inordinately flustered over having just peered at her bosom like a lecher), “but I’ll do.” 

He glanced immediately back through the glass, reassuring himself that Ian was still there. Aye, second row on the left, asleep in his tiny bonnet and swaddled in blankets. All well. Unless…was he staying too still? How long had it been since the lad had moved or kicked? How often were new weans supposed to wake up? How—

“He’s okay, don’t worry,” Nurse Thompson said, following his line of sight. “Vitals are great, and he’s sleeping like a champ.” 

Jamie exhaled and smiled sheepishly down at his shoes, realizing how much of a simpleton he must seem. “I find myself overworrit at every turning, tonight.” 

She gave him a knowing smile.  “First-time dad, huh?”

“Nay,” he admitted, “we’ve a daughter as well; she’s three in November.” Knowing well the implication of the question, Jamie offered, “I was away—at the war, when she was born, and a good deal of time thereafter.”

“Ahh,” she said, turning back to the glass as well, her voice soft with understanding.  “So it’s an even bigger day for you, then.” 

Those minutes with Claire just after the birth, with the three of them joined in absolute peace and love as Ian nursed for the first time, had been nothing short of perfect. 

There had too soon come the moment, though, when Reynolds had stepped closer to say that ‘while all seemed well, they would both need—No, Mr. Fraser, nothing specific to worry about as of yet—He’d only feel better if both Mrs. Fraser and the baby received a more thorough medical examination.’ There was the afterbirth to attend to, of course, and then mother and son would need to sleep in order to properly heal and get back their strength.  

Only concern for their safety could have made Jamie pull his hands from them, but in fact, he found himself gritting his teeth in frustration at how SLOWLY everyone seemed to be moving. If there were medical problems to discover with HIS wife and HIS child, these people needed to be moving with all haste!  

Lost in his angst, he was completely taken aback when Claire suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously, “Go with him?” 

The nurse had just taken the babe from her arms and Claire’s eyes were wide with worry of the impending separation. Might I?” Jamie had asked the nurse, hardly daring to hope and already dreading another confrontation with hospital security (for he’d do whatever was necessary to heed Claire’s request, Nurse Kline be damned). But to his relief, he soon learned there was a large window that opened out onto the newborn nursery where he might stand and watch over the bairn as long as he wished.

He’d scarcely moved all the while, standing there overseeing every single action involving care of his son. The boy was washed and wrapped; weighed; checked and prodded, notes made about him on papers and forms. Jamie was aware of the progresses of his heart: racing when Ian woke and cried, quieting again to see the nurses come at once to tend him, Nurse Thompson among them.

“Look.” The woman crossed her arms and gave him a very stern, unnervingly Claire-like look. “You’ve been standing here for what….six hours?” 

It had been the stroke of nine o’clock when Ian was born. Glancing at his Wristwatch, he found that she wasn’t far wrong. Still, he smiled and tried to make light of the situation while still making it clear he had no intention whatsoever of budging from this spot. 

Here’s the thing, though,” she cut him off neatly, gesturing through the glass. “Your little peanut there is snoozing away. Your wife should be doing the same, and so when they wake up in a few hours, they’ll be all rested and fresh while they’re getting to know each other.” She tilted her head, a master wheedler at work. “Stop me if I’m wrong, but I would imagine those are moments you’d like to be awake for, right?” 


“And how about when your daughter arrives to meet her little brother? How much of a lovely memory will that be if you can’t keep your eyes open for it?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it and laughed a bit, rubbing a hand over his face. “Aye, you’ve maybe a point.”

“I most definitely do,” she said with authority. “Go on now, find your wife’s room and get some shut-eye.” 

“I shall,” he promised, relenting at last. 

“Let me or someone know if you need anything, like a blanket or pillow, okay?” 

He nodded assent, then added, “My wife always says I’m stubborn as rocks, and I canna just say she’s wrong. I truly thank ye for the talking-to.” 

“Not my first rodeo,” she said with a smile. “Had a new dad just last month who stood for so long and was fool enough to LOCK HIS FOOL KNEES and ended up getting admitted to the fifth floor for a concussion!” 

Jamie laughed, thanked her again, made to turn, then faltered, looking back through the glass to where Ian slept.

I should stay wi’ him…I shouldna leave my son… 

She was already shooing him on his way, but Nurse Thompson’s voice was earnest and solemn as she promised, “I’ll take good care of little Ian.”

And fact that the woman kent the boy’s name, among more than twenty newborns under her care—

That allowed him to make his way through the halls with his fears—for the moment, at least—at bay.  

She was so lovely, in the faint light from the window. Her hair had been washed, he saw, and the fresh, soft curls framed her face. 

He felt a deep, aching tenderness pulling at him in watching her sleep. She’d gone through hell and come through it in safety, she and the bairn, God be praised. This woman….she was his own heart; and thrice, now, she’d given birth and given him an entirely new heart, without any diminishment of the original. The wonder and love and miracle in that fact…..

Sleep, he reminded himself. In his haze of exhaustion, he spent a comically-long space of time looking from the bed, to the chair, and back again. He didn’t wish to wake her. Lord knew, she needed to sleep after her ordeal; but he couldn’t bear to be apart from her, either.

Silently, he removed his shoes and slipped onto the bed, curling up next to her on his side. Sleep tugged at him almost at once,  but he couldn’t resist kissing her cheek and putting his arm over her to hold her close in sleep.

“I love you, Claire.”

She didn’t wake, nor did she need to. Her love was on him all the same. 

The Man in Apartment 43 - Part 3

Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

Triggers: Stalker, B&E, Fear, talk of restraining orders, frozen in fear, panic

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/L/N = Your last name   ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour  ¦ Y/N/N = Your nickname 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4


“(Y/N), hey… Can y’hear me?” Dean kept his voice low and careful as he gently reached out and touched her arm. She was in shock, hell she didn’t even see him. He didn’t want to frighten her any further, so he opted for just letting his fingertips touch against her wrist as he kept his eyes on her, worry seeping into every nerve and muscle in his body as fingers touched against cold skin. She was freezing and her pulse under his fingertips was erratic. Shit.

At his touch of her wrist everything exploded, the eerie silence around her and her silent scream burst as a bubble when his neighbour finally found her voice again and screamed out at the touch of soft fingertips against her shaking arm. The loud sound of her terrified scream making Dean jump a little as she half turned, lashing out towards him without really seeing him.

Damn, she was so afraid and Dean didn’t know how to help her, how to calm her down. As one of her still weak arms hit against his chest he did the only thing he could to keep her from hurting herself or him and held onto her shoulders. His hold still light as he tried to look into those blank (Y/E/C) eyes and make her see him. He just needed to get her to calm down, so that he could bring her out of the freak show of a living room and back into safety at his place.

“Whoa (Y/N)… You’re safe. It’s me… It’s Dean,” Dean’s words were drowned out by the scream turned broken sobs as he cast a worried look over his shoulder to Sam where his younger brother was standing, looking at the mess of the room in utter disgust. Dean had told him about the weirdo following (Y/N) home, but when he spoke to Sammy that morning that’d been all he’d known. So Sam was probably not expecting something as extreme as the nightmare the girl in apartment 42 was currently drowning in.

“No, don’t…” (Y/N)’s broken plea brought Dean’s full attention back to the girl shaking in his arms as her sobs broke his heart and lit a fire under his hatred for a man he had never even met personally. She was terrified, and too far gone. Should he just carry her out of there? Call an ambulance? Damn it, he was never good at helping people, not past offering a helping hand or a few sympathetic nods. When shit really hit the fan he just felt helpless and useless.

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The first time is serious business - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

#10. Making love for the first time. Only slightly NSFW, mostly fluffy. And not great…Thank for the compliment by the way :), hope you’ll like it :

THERE’S SOME SORT OF PART TWO HERE : Titus likes you…too much

(My masterlist blog here :


The first time he saw you, he was barely ten years old. You were in the same class than him in Gotham Academy, and he noticed you right away because your uniform was old and had clearly been used before. He guessed pretty fast that you were one of those kids from poor families that his father gave a scholarship to, which meant, you were a smart one. 

“Smart”, didn’t even do justice to your intelligence. He never met anyone (that wasn’t his father or brothers) like you, you were extra-brainy, sometimes he even thought you were almost as astute as him…But not only, you were also full of wit and quick responses, and so damn brave. You were a short one, and yet, when he saw you get bullied by sixteen years old, he didn’t even had time to react and come help you that you already shot your foot to one of the guy’s crotch mercilessly. And then kicked his face. The two others bullies were so stunned, they just ran away. They ran away from a short ten year old girl…You were amazing. 

He pleaded to his father so that you wouldn’t get fired from school for kicking that guy’s ass, and Bruce was so impressed with you, and how his son defended you, that he pressured the school into keeping you. 

-I know it’s thanks to you I’m still here, so…yeah, thank you dude. 

-I didn’t do anything. 

-Lier. I know who your dad is. I know it’s thanks to him I have the opportunity to be in the best school of Gotham. And I know he convinced the school’s board not to fire me. My guts are telling me you’re the one responsible for your father’s intervention. So…Thanks. 

And that’s how you became friend with him. You quickly guessed he was the night vigilante “Robin”, and it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it was your child’s brain telling you that a hero, with all the costume wearing a people saving, such as him was just wicked cool, that you thought it really wasn’t a big deal On the contrary, you thought Damian was like, the coolest guy you ever met. After Batman and Nightwing of course. He made it his life goal to show you he was better than them…and it made you slowly fall for him as the years went by, and as you grew up together. 

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Sam x Reader

Prompt: Sam and Reader argue, leading to fluff and smut

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff

Words: 1515

A/N: this is what I came up with! Thanks for the prompt anon, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind though. Should I do a part 2 (with smut ;))?

Tagged: @fangirl1802 @winsmut @mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 

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Big birthday bash - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word count: 1511

Request: Do you accept imagine requests? Can I request an imagine where you’re Zach’s girlfriend and because of a special day (your birthday or anniversary. Something like that) he takes you on a roadtrip. Just something really cute and lots of fluff. I’ll let you decide how you want to the story to go :) Thank you in advance and I just want to say that I really love the stories you’ve written so far and please keep up with the good work!!!

You were stretching out in your bed when your little brother ran in and jumped on your bed.

“It’s your birthday! It’s your birthday! It’s your birthday!” He shouted making you fully awake in less than a minute. Your little brother loved you so much and you loved him, you just didn’t want him to grow up and become such a stupid teenage boy as most of the boys you knew.  He sat next to you and handed you a big envelope.

“I made you this.” He said very proud. When you opened it you saw the big drawing he made. You were looking at it carefully but when you looked at him you saw how excited he seemed to explain you his drawing.

“It’s beautiful, do you want to explain it?” you smiled while you pulled him in for a hug.

“Soo this is you, with your y/h/c hair and your crown because it’s your birthday, and this is meee holding your balloons and this one is Zach, you see because he reallyyy tall and muscly.” He said while pointing to the little humans he had drawn. “ and here are all the fishes from when went to the aquarium. Do you remember? it was the best day of my life!” Your little brother loved your boyfriend Zach. They played basketball together, he helped your little brother to get his first girlfriend and all those cute things. They were adorable together. You were still listening to your brother when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. When you looked at your door you saw Zach’s  walk inn your room with a huge bouquet of roses making your heart melt. You stood up but your little brother was faster. He jumped up and hugged Zach immediately. Zach sat down next to him in squatting position.

“I bought these for your beautiful sis, do you want to give them together?” he said. You brother nodded heavily so they held the roses together and gave them to you. There was a little card hanging on it wishing you a happy birthday an telling you you were the best girlfriend in the world and he never wanted to lose you.

“They are beautiful! Thank you so much!” You said before kissing Zach.

“Your mom is making breakfast for you downstairs. My plan isss let’s eat first, then you can get ready. You’ll need a bag with your bathing suit, a towel and probably some food.” Zach said.

“A bag? What are we doing?”

“That’s a surprise sunshine.” Zach said before kissing your forehead.

“Shall we go down already big guy?” he said looking at your brother who went with him immediately, before Zach left your room he threw you a last wink. You quickly grabbed a bra, put on some shorts and went down stairs. Your parents had decorated the house completely with balloons and all these cute pictures from when you were little. Your parents got you a new gopro case you could install on your surfboard, and make cool beach and surf video’s, since you were a determent surfer. After you ate your favourite breakfast, which were pancakes with chocolate ships and strawberries, you got upstairs and packed everything Zach told you to. You wore your favourite dress, which was a black one with a cross over at the back, you did your make up picked out your favourite bathing suit and went down stairs. Zach was stilling talking with your parents when you came downstairs. When he saw you he looked at you front head to toe with his mouth agape.

“You look incredible! Are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” you said very excited. You were so happy Zach planned something for your birthday that you couldn’t wait. You hugged your family goodbye and walked towards Zach’s car. he opened the door  for you letting you get in. Zach got in himself.

“Before we leave you have to wear this.” He said while handing you a blindfold.

“So first I have to pack a bag for I don’t know what and now I can’t even watch were we’re going?”

“I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Fineeee.” You said before placing it on your eyes. You had been driving for what you thought had been 10 minutes when you heard the engine turn of. You heard the his door open and close again, you were getting more and more excited when you heard your door open. Zach helped you out and guided you to a noisy place.

“Okay you can look.” When you took of your blindfold you recognised that you were at Rosie’s. you were standing in front of the table were you and Zach had your first date. The table was completely decorated with balloons, again, and in the middle of it your favourite milkshake with 2 straws. Zach told all about why he chose this place and how much he had loved that date. You were over the moon excited he managed to remember the table. The two of you drank the milkshake slowly while holding hands and talking about all the memories from that date. You were loving it. You were back in Zach’s car after 50 minutes of lovely talking and drinking.

“I loved this! Thank you sooo much Zach.” You said while leaning in for a kiss.

“Oh but we’re not done yet, here’s your blindfold again sunshine.” Your eyes grew wide before he put the blindfold back on your head. Zach downloaded your favourite music since this was a longer ride. You were driving for an hour now when same routine happened again. Zach guided you again but this time it was a silent place, while you were walking closer you were starting to hear some waves. When you took of your blindfold you were standing in front of the sea where you tried to teach Zach some surfing and were the two of you kissed for the first time after some play fighting. You couldn’t contain yourself and jumped in Zach’s arms.

“You’re the best, you know that right?” you said overly excited.

“Are we going to swim? Please please please?” you said, sounding a little like your brother.

“Of course we are! Why did you think I let you take a swimsuit with you?” the two of you changed quickly and ran in the water, Zach being the first the fall in it. You were laughing pretty hard when he came back up.

“Oh so that’s funny babe?” he said while walking over to you with a grin on his face. You tried to run but Zach was faster. He picked you up very easily and walked over to a deeper area. You kept begging him to not drop you suddenly but of course there was no stopping him anymore. The two of you swam for 2 maybe 3 hours. You enjoyed being in the water so much and Zach was completely aware of that. After you finally got out, dried yourselfs of and changed again it was 6 pm. You got in the car thinking you were heading home now.

“Okay babe here’s your blindfold one last time.”

“Really? Another surprise?” you said surprised.

You knew what would happen by now. Zach would play your favourite music, he got out the car, helped you out and guided you again. But this time the place was extremely silent.

“I need you to keep your blindfold one for another babe.” He said while walking away.

“Zach! Zach! Don’t leave me here alone!” you shouted, but before you knew it he was already behind you again. You felt Zach place a necklace around your neck before taking your blindfold of. You immediately looked at it. it was a gold heart with his name on it.

“Oh god! This is beautiful Zach. I love you so much.” you said while turning around and kissing him. Suddenly you realised you were on another spot Zach brought you. You turned around to see a romantic table with candle lights and roses.  Could your birthday be more perfect?

“Zach this is the sweetest thing someone ever did to me!”

“And you deserve it fully y/n, you make me a better person. You make me be the best version of myself and I can’t thank you enough for it. every day you make me laugh and you remind me of how much I’m loved. I couldn’t wish for more!” Zach said before pulling you in for a deep kiss and that’s how you got in the night. You ate some delicious food and watched the stars together before you rode back home. Zach had managed to convince your mom so he could stay the night. So after an amazing day full of great memories and new memories you had the chance to fall asleep in the arms of the love of your life. You wouldn’t want to spent your birthday in any other way. Zach was a keeper and you knew it damn good.

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Loyalty (Negan x Male)

Summary: Rick’s younger brother meets Negan. He’s trying to be strong, but finds himself having a moment of weakness.

Characters: Negan x Male

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: NSFW and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by anon:

“Could you write one where male reader is Rick’s younger sibling and Negan doesn’t meet him until the first time he comes to Alexandria and Negan is like, starstruck?”

This is my first time writing m/m so hopefully it’s not horrible. I’d like to imagine that if Rick had a brother, he would be as hard-headed and determined as the other Grimes family members.

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

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Depressing dilemma

A/n: so this was requested by @rage-regretseverything. I’m sorry it’s gonna suck. Also I don’t have depression (10% sure that I don’t) so um… Yeah this is gonna end badly. Also, I’m horrible at titles so if you ever have any ideas send them to me please
Description: due to a bunch of bad things in her life batsis develops depression.

You walked down the hallway of your school, your earbuds firmly entrenched in you ear. Your music was turned up high. Your head hurt a little from the volume but it was worth it.

You had to drown those jerks out one way or another.

Your plan had been working so far. You couldn’t hear any of the things they said about you. That meant that you could pretend that you’re alright. The school day was almost over and you were about to go to your locker when one of the buds got yanked out of your ear.

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Imagine you being the one to piece Ivar back together

 Hey you write for Ivar from vikings yeah? 😊 If so please can I make a request for Ivar x female!reader where they get into a bad argument about something and at one point he raises his voice/raises his arms and the reader instinctively flinches away from the movement. He immediately comforts her but feels guilty because he thinks she’s scared of him, but reader reassures him she still trusts and loves him? Thank you so much, appreciate it! X
Note: A little inspired because of that gifset from Ivar and Margrethe @whenimaunicorn posted recently. Hope  this is any good and it was like you imagined. I really loved writing it, have a weak heart for Ivar his vulnerability. <3

Words: 1715

Ragnar being back wasn’t really a present for the boys, especially when he asked each one of them to come with him back to England except for Ivar. You always hated it, how some people treated Ivar as the weak one while you knew for sure he was mentally the strongest of them all. But everywhere you came there was that silence, that tensing. Alsaug hardly talked, Sigurd and Ivar had more conflict that before and Ubbe and Hvitserk really didn’t care, they were drinking and eating while Ivar just looked in front of him, almost waiting for someone to take on his bad mood. But nobody did, being a friend of him, being in love with him maked you feel compassionate with his situation. If you had a bigger mouth you would confront Ragnar with the fact but you knew Ivar wouldn’t like that. And it wasn’t your business so you just stayed put, listening to the conversation that went fort and back between the brothers … except for Ivar. It felt like he wasn’t there, a ghost on a table for his brothers and mother while he was the most visible person for you. But you stayed out of it, knowing those  family matters weren’t easy to handle, centainly not when Aslaug stood in charge and Sigurd and Ivar were in the same room. Over the years you learned a big deal over the sons of Ragnar. It got you quite close in a friendship with Ivar, what started with him being so dominant around you. But you learned to handle and respect him in a certain way, evolving to a friendship. Althrought you felt more for him.

You were home, having no mother since bird and a father that was half the time away, you felt quite hollow in this house, scared almost. You were just pulling of your dress when you startled from the knocking on the door.
‘Who is it?’ You asked, pulling back that dress on.
‘You don’t get much visitors except for me so take a wild guess.’ The door swung open, you hand’t even the time to get it open for him before he crawled in. 
‘Ivar.’ You greeted him carefully. He was right, you didn’t got much visitors, you weren’t one of those popular slavegirls where Ubbe and Hvitserk ran after all the time. Maybe that’s why Ivar hang around you much, he had at least some kind of claim on you.
‘Father came,’ he began. You tied your dress back together and looked how he pulled himself on to your bed … althrought their was a table and chairs.
‘I’m going to England with him.’ He said with that confident smirk on his face. You opened your mouth, instincly wanting to congratulate him but on second thoughts you didn’t. Why would you? He was going away with his father, back to England, knowing out of the stories they weren’t that eager on inviting vikings, certainly not Ragnar. Half England probarbly wanted him dead. And Ivar was gonna join him, he couldn’t really blame you for being skeptical. ‘What is it?’ He signed. You opened your mouth, shut it again and went to sit aside him on the bed.
‘I just have my doubts.’
‘Wich doubts?’ He asked. You were glad he at least wanted to listen to your opninion on the matter.
‘It’s that your father isn’t really a hero over there, there are many christians who want him dead. And you are going with him,’ You didn’t finish your sentence, hoping he would get it on his own. But he didn’t or he didn’t want to admit to it.
‘What are you saying Y/n.’ He said almost inpatient. You sighed and took a deep breath.
‘Being concerned about you I don’t think it’s a good idea to go . It could get you killed, or worse captured.’ You explained in one large breath. His bleu eyes almost pierced through yours and you swallowed slowly, knowing this could go two ways. He was mostly calm around you but the last couple of days, since Ragnar returned he was a little short tempered. You saw him do already some things with his brother, you weren’t really jumping to meet that side of him to.
‘Because I’m a cripple, is that what you are saying?’ He asked you rather sharp. You looked down to the wooden floor, thinking how you could get this strarting argument turned in to no argument at all. When you looked back at him he was still looking at you with those almost harened hollow eyes.
‘No,’ you began steady. ‘I would say it to everybody. I’m just not sure if it is wise.’ You constructed your sentences in a way he could pick an insult out of it.
‘It’s my one change to go with my father.’
‘And maybe your last.’ You reacted on that, being honest now maybe wasn’t your best move.
‘I would rather die there aside my father than here among the people that so disgust me.’ He pointed to the door.
‘Ivar, you’re not thinking with a straight mind. Ragnar his return maked you all so tensed, placing your emotions into the situation. I don’t think you thought about it.’
‘Who are you to say what I can and can’t do!’ He yelled, trewing his arms up like he was going to hit you. And in a reflex you pulled away from the bed, away from him, away from his anger. While doing it you thought about the consequenties this could have. You never believed that he would hurt you. But you saw already so much of his anger towards others that it was an instinct your body produced being around him. And that instinct frooze him right on his place. You stayed on that distant, five steps away maybe, hardly more while you looked at him. He looked so distant, so angry while he slowly lowered his arms before his eyes looked back at you and your tensed body standing there. In seconds his mood turned around, you saw that vulnerability, that pain, the uncertainty in his always looking strong blue eyes. ‘You thought I would hurt you.’ He said. You felt your heart cracking open a little, afraid that the previous argument would change everything between you.
‘Why did you jump away then?’ He asked, not looking to you but to the floor. You felt guilty for still standing there while he got all wrapped up in his emotions. You walked back to the bed, sitting aside him, turning your body towards him.
‘It was a reflex Ivar. It didn’t mean a thing.’ You tried to reassure him. He looked at you, his strong blue eyes not so strong anymore.
‘You thought I was going to hurt you, like I do with everybody I know.’ He turned his eyes back to the wooden floor. You layed two fingers carefully under his chin, pulling his eyes right back to you.
‘Everybody is a little afraid of Ivar The Boneless, it isn’t a bad thing, you will do powerfull things with it. My body just reacted on the violence I already saw in my life. It has nothing to do with you, I know you won’t hurt me.’ You explained on a soft tone. His eyes traveled to your hand still stabilitating his fragile face.
‘But you are scared of me?’
‘Everybody always is Ivar. That doesn’t mean it effects me. You are my friend, I,’ you felt silence, looking away for a moment, doubting if you would say that. But when you turned back, saw that vulnerability again you knew it wasn’t something he showed everybody. ‘I love you more than I’m scared of you.’ You finally said. ‘And I don’t want you to go because I’m afraid that you will die, won’t return.’ You went futher. He cracked a little under those words. You hand fell back in your lap while some kind of disbelief filled his face. Aside his mother and brothers nobody really loved Ivar the Boneless, except for you. Because you saw his potential, the greatness, the tenderness of his heart. And surly now, the uncertainty in his eyes maked it even a better feeling than it already was. ‘You don’t believe me?’ You asked with a small smile on your lips. He looked back at you. You layed your hand against his jaw and pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. His first reaction was to do nothing, but while you brought more pressure on his lips he opened them a little and answered yours in so much uncertainty. When you pulled back you let your forehead rest against his. He blincked his eyes, looked at you and a small uncertain smile came on his lips. ‘Go if you want to. Be great, be fearless, come back with fame. I will be here waiting.’ You stroke his jawline before you lost the contact with him and pulled back completly.
‘I will.’ He whispered. He looked aside to you and you smiled, a loving smile and he just watched you do it.
‘You can stay, if you want to.’ You nodded to the bed. He nodded, still in conflict with everything he felt of emotions.

But in the end of that night you laid aside him, gazing into the room and thinking of what you had accomplished while you listened to his steady breating aside you. You broke him a little, by pulling back on his reaction …. But you pieced him back together, even more than before. You felt him turn, a hand sneaking over your waist, pulling you closer. You turned his side. It was hard to see if he was sleeping, or preteding he was sleeping but it was a nice feeling. His lips rested against your shoulder, you felt his warm breath on your skin while his hand layed on your stomach, holding you close. Maybe somebody as ruthless and disturbed as Ivar needed some love in his life, maybe he had to learn how to love before he could grow even bigger. You knew one thing, Ivar wasn’t a bad person, it was the world that maked him bad.

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (you are here), based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt  (hey look it’s like, several months late but guess what it’s up and I’m proud of that so)

Previously: Prince Yuri has figured out Yuuri’s secret. Despite having suspected as much for a while, Yuuri finds his sense of security has been rocked to its core. Still, with the young general’s threat of war hanging over his head to keep him from running off, Yuuri finds himself absurdly comforted by the idea that the royal family is so fiercely protective of their own. He can’t deny the confusion that surfaces when that protectiveness seems to stem from a belief that Victor would actually abandon his country for Yuuri, of all people.

“You know, when I told you that you were required to stay, that didn’t mean that you were required to annoy me,” Yuri snaps, closing the door in Yuuri’s face. Or at least, trying to.

Yuuri sticks his foot in the door to keep it open. He’s sure it’s bruised, but that doesn’t matter; he’s dealt with bruises for years because of his own clumsiness. “I need to speak with you, Your Highness, please–”

“Go away, Katsuki,” Yuri hisses, pressing up against the door with a surprising strength. “My keeping your secret does not make me your confidant.”

At this, Yuuri raises an eyebrow, but says nothing to correct him (though keeping his secret does exactly that, he’s unlikely to make any headway with Yuri by pointing that out). Instead, he uses his trump card. “I’ll teach you the katsudon recipe.”

The pressure on the door persists for a moment before his words sink in, then abruptly stops. Yuri glares at him suspiciously through the crack in the door. “You said that was a family recipe.”

“Yes, well… that’s a part of what I wished to speak with you about.” He bows his head humbly. “May I come in?”

Yuri reluctantly opens the door to allow Yuuri inside. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Yuuri isn’t sure how to put his question into words. Actually, he does, but he doesn’t quite know how proper it would be to voice those words.

“Just spit it out,” the younger boy sighs, sounding irritated as he falls back onto his bed in exasperation. “You’re overthinking things, piggy. If it has to do with my brother, you’re better off not doing that.”

Of course Yuri saw through him, Yuuri realizes. There’s little that Yuuri would be at his door for other than Victor. “…You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Yuri scoffs, still laying on his back. “Now either get over yourself and tell me what you want from me, or get out.”

He has no doubt that Yuri really would kick him out, katsudon recipe or no katsudon recipe, and he doubts that the door would open for him again afterward. Oddly enough, the threat of that seems to be the push he needs to actually say what’s on his mind, because he doesn’t remember deciding to speak before the words are already out of his mouth.

“Would it be a bad idea for me to court your brother?”


Then, “I can not believe this is what you woke me up for. Your name is Yuuri Katsuki, not Yuuri Katstupid, but sometimes I really have to wonder.”

Yuuri doesn’t respond. He knows better than to think that Yuri is done speaking after an insult; prickly he may be, but he never avoids a question.

“It would be the most idiotic thing in the world for you to court my brother. You’re a runaway royal pretending to be his bodyguard,” Yuri says, blunt as ever.

Yuuri’s heart sinks. “I thought so t–”

“Was I done?” Yuri snaps, sitting up. Yuuri stops talking. “It would be idiotic and stupid for you to court my brother, yes. But seeing as he’s already been trying to court your oblivious ass for months, I doubt that it being dumb is enough to stop either of you.”

Yuuri blinks. Stares for a minute, because he half expects Yuri to repeat himself. There’s no way he heard that properly. Blinks again.


Yuri kicks him out after that with a “Save your stupid recipe for the wedding” that makes Yuuri think that maybe the boy doesn’t hate him as much as he thought at first.

It’s been weeks since Phichit’s visit, and Victor is still sulking a bit. For all that he allowed Yuuri to be “loaned out” to the visiting prince for the duration of his stay, it was clear that he hadn’t appreciated it at all. Upon Yuuri’s return to his side, they’d gone out on a shopping trip that had taken nearly the whole day. Yuuri had let himself have just a bit of fun with it, though his guard was never lowered in case of a threat to the prince’s life. They’d bought all sorts of clothes and trinkets, and even a jar of exotic nuts. Those got misplaced before they could be opened, much to Yuuri’s dismay, but Victor had waved his worries away with a smile.

“I’m glad for your company, Yuuri,” he’d said earnestly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Yuuri has never considered himself dense or unobservant when it came to social situations. To be fair, he often went out of his way to avoid them, so he may not have an accurate sample size. Despite that, he didn’t think he was dense enough to miss something like that.

That shopping trip was definitely an Outing, rather than simply an ordinary outing. They’d even had a chaperone, as Victor had insisted that Otabek join them for reasons that, at the time, had gone completely over Yuuri’s head.

He supposes, looking back, that it might have been a good thing for him to have bought those rings from that goldsmith’s place when Victor had his back turned.

It’s a good day, he realizes, noting the lack of anxiety plaguing his thoughts when he considers possibly being happy in the long term. Still, a quiet, nagging voice in the back of his mind wonders whether or not Victor will feel the same way when he realizes that Yuuri isn’t the person he says he is.

For now, it’s easily stomped down, easily ignored, easily forgotten. If he has to listen to it tonight when he’s supposed to be sleeping, he will. For now, he marches up to Victor’s bedroom door, telling himself to take a risk despite the chance that things may go bad.

He enters without knocking, as he usually does. Victor is awake now, and synching up his belt. When Yuuri left, he was sound asleep, but he’s been known to wake up shortly after subconsciously realizing that Yuuri isn’t there anymore and wow, Yuuri really is dense, isn’t he?

“Yuuri!” he says, beaming. “I was about to go looking for you! There isn’t much to do today, right?”

Yuuri gulps, swallowing the sudden nervousness that’s risen up in his throat and chest. “You’re correct. I was actually wondering if you would do me a small favor, Victor.”

Victor blinks at him curiously. Yuuri hasn’t ever asked for anything before, beyond the necessities. “Of course. If it’s within my power, it will be yours.”

Is it hot in here, or is it just the blood rushing to Yuuri’s cheeks? He may never know (or rather, he may never admit it). Still, he lets out a long breath. “Would you join me on a ride around the castle grounds after breakfast?”

He thinks it’s worth the embarrassment when Victor’s face breaks into a heart-shaped grin so wide, Yuuri worried that he may pull a muscle.

“Of course!”

Guys. Guys. The Holmes siblings.

Why isn’t anyone talking about the sibling interaction we got? Could the fandom stop being toxic for two seconds and enjoy the good things we got? Forget Johnlock and Sherlolly and let’s focus on these adorable babies.

First of all, can you believe how good of a brother Mycroft is? Can you believe he did so much for his younger siblings? He took everything upon himself to protect Sherlock and Eurus. He might not have always taken the right course of action, but he tried. He lied to be kind. Did you see the fondness in his eyes when the home videos came up during his movie at the beginning? He sent those presents to Eurus. He obviously still cared. And how he tried to make it easier for Sherlock to shoot him… That was the sweetest thing. It shows how he would do anything for his little brother. Most people would try to give reasons why they should be the one to live, but Mycroft straight up offered himself. Owned that if someone had to die it had to be him. He is a wonderful big brother.

Sherlock, there at the end? How he cared for Eurus? Did you hear the empathy in his voice? Did you see him desperately try to reach out to his little sister? Even after all she put him through, after all she did, she’s still his sister, and he still cares for her. He couldn’t shoot Mycroft. He was more willing to kill himself than his brother or best friend. You can see through the whole episode how he cared about them so much. “Look after him. He’s not nearly as strong as he thinks he is.” Sherlock Holmes is not a machine.

And Eurus. There isn’t a lot you can say for her. She did some pretty messed up things. But…She wanted love. That was her goal. She definitely had a psychopathic way of trying to get it, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted attention. Everything she did was a hurt child crying for someone to notice her. She might not be sibling of the year, but there definitely is more to her than meets the eye, and I can’t wait to know more about her.

In the end, this episode was great, as far as character interaction and the way the actors portrayed it. You can say what you want about the plot or nitpick at little details, but I think that this episode was wonderful, because it showed so much of who these people actually are.


(Requested by thelittlewolfpup) (Admin Ziggy note: Thank you for requesting this omfg I had way too much fun writing it.)

The impala rumbled to a stop right outside ‘The Lodge.’ You grimaced at the worn looking building, the crackling ‘OPEN’ light in the window giving you a hint of how many years it had been since it was first hung.

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It Only Takes Once

Anon: Cameron Dallas- you accidentally got pregnant

This was a request from forever ago. For the anon who requested, I’m sorry it took so long. A lot has happened recently and Tumblr has slipped my mind. But here we go!

My hands are shaking. The timer is still ticking away. I just took a pregnancy test. My brother, Aaron would be so pissed. I went and visited him at Magcon while he was on tour and hung out with the guys. Cameron and I hooked up on the last night I was there, and we never told anyone. Cameron was my first. He took my virginity. And now, our lives might be ruined. The boys don’t come home for about a week. Aaron is going to be so pissed. It feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed. Two more to go. I’m not ready to be a mom. But if I’m pregnant, I can’t kill the kid. Finally, the timer goes off. It’s now or never. My hands start shaking even worse as I approach the sink where the test is laying. My eyes are screwed shut, terrified of the answer. I attempt to pick up the stick, dropping it about a dozen times before finally gripping it. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. I force my eyes open. The test has two pink lines. I’m pregnant. Tears begin flowing down my face, as sobs wrack my entire body. I collapse on my bathroom floor. Thank God nobody is home to hear and see me like this. Thoughts keep swirling through my mind.

‘What do I do? What if Cameron wants nothing to do with me or the baby? What if everyone calls me a whore?’ 

Suddenly, my phone goes off. Sierra was calling me. 

“H-hello?” My voice croaks.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.” She immediately becomes serious. Sierra is literally my best friend ever. 

“I’m pregnant.” I said the words. The line is silent. Even saying it didn’t make it feel more real. 

“Who? Who’s the father?” I gulp, trying to find the words. “Come on. I won’t be mad.” 

“Cameron. Your brother Cameron.” The phone is quiet before I hear the loudest squeal ever. “I’m gonna be an aunt! How did he react?” 

“He doesn’t know yet. I literally found out less than five minutes ago when I looked at the test I took. I don’t know what to do. Aaron is going to kill me. Cameron and I aren’t even a thing. It literally happened once and now look at me. I had sex for the first time and it got me pregnant. Some luck I have.” I didn’t notice my brother standing in the doorway. 

“Y/N? Tell me you’re not being real right now.” My whole body tenses as I hear Aaron’s voice. I remained silent. “Who is it?” He finally asks.

“Cam.” I heard a long and loud sigh. I turn, the tears coming back. “He doesn’t know. You and Sierra are the only ones who know. Just please, don’t leave me or call me a whore. I just need my brother.” I blurt.

“I would never do that to you. You’re my little sister. I’m always here. And honestly, I would rather Cam be the father than anyone else. At least I know he’ll take care of you and Bean. Don’t think he’ll leave. Because he won’t. I know it.” I smile, forgetting Sierra is still on the phone. 

“OMG! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A REVEAL THING FOR HIM. LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR THINGS.” I jump at the screech from the phone. I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


My hands are shaking again, but for a different reason this time. Aaron and Sierra decided to invite ALL of the guys and make it a party. Sierra helped paint my stomach. Right now, I have a tshirt on with a bikini top underneath. I tend to always do that at Summer parties incase I want to take my shirt off. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary. We painted a picture of a little pair of feet with a retro loading bard underneath it, at 10 percent. It was adorable. One by one, all of the guys came and hugged me. Mahogany was there too. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. 

“Cameron!” I yelled, he turned his head and grinned. *it’s now or never*. I walk up to him, taking my shirt off in the process. “I don’t know how else to tell you, but you’re going to be a dad.” His face goes blank. My heart thuds. “Cam, please. Say something.” All of a sudden, he does his signature Cameron scream. 

“I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!” He screeches. Then, the biggest surprise ever happened. All of the rest of the guys went silent. That’s never happened before, at least not voluntarily. 

“I’m the favorite uncle!” Taylor screams, which causes an argument over who will be the best and favorite uncle. I shake my head laughing. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Cam whispers.

“I can’t believe Aaron didn’t kill you.” He smirked and dipped me like the old fashioned movies and kissed me. 

A New Chapter (Ch. 1): The Plan

Characters: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Dean Winchester x Mia Walker (OC)

Length: 1631+ words

TW: Unrequited love. 

A/N: Chapter 1 of my new Series/Sequel! I hope you guys enjoy. Feedback is encouraged, but not necessary. Let me know if you want to be tagged, or removed from the Tag List!

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When a Winchester makes a promise, they stick with it. There are no ifs, ors, or buts, when it comes to a promise. They stay true to their word.

When Dean promised Y/N to give her a chance at a normal life, he meant it. He planned his course of action down to a T. He knew he had to distance himself from Y/N to make it easier for when the time comes that they have to say goodbye. The first step was to physically distance himself from her. Before, every time they came back from a hunt, Y/N made sure to dote on the boys as often as possible, knowing they could leave again soon. She spent every second with one or both of them when they’re home. Slowly, Dean would reject hanging out with her, or her offer to go with him to do a supply run or fixing up Baby. It killed him to see her crestfallen face every time he rejected her, but he kept thinking about happy she would be without having to face the supernatural world.

Everything snowballed when Mia Walker came into the picture. She was a hunter that they had met through a hunt last month- saving their butts when they brothers were kidnapped. Dean was immediately smitten by her badass attitude, and attractive looks. After spending a night with her, and kicking Sam out, he was positive that Mia was a great way to release his pent up feelings and thoughts. He made it clear from the beginning that what they had between them was only physical, and not to expect anything. She agreed, and soon clothes were thrown off, and they sealed the deal with a night full of copulation. Soon Mia became a constant in their lives, and not long after Dean made the decision for her to live in the Bunker with them since she was over for most of the days anyways.

It was just another hunt where they decided to bring Y/N along. Sam’s insistence on taking her out was met with nonchalance by his older brother, and disapproval from Mia. It was a 6-hour trip to their destination, and the tension was thick. Mia and Y/N sat at the back seat, not knowing exactly what to say to each other. Things had happened so soon, and so many changes were happening that it was hard for Sam and Y/N to adjust to another member of their little family. It was a relief when Dean pulled up to a motel, getting two rooms. He and Mia shared a look before walking to their shared room.

“Guess you’re rooming with me!” Sam joked, elbowing Y/N on her side.

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The reality of Assassin’s Creed the movie

I’ve made this joke before, still excited to see Abstergo go,“ Welcome to the Spanish Inquisition. You are here to… why did you just killed 40 officers? STOP BREAKING INTO HOUSES FOR THOSE STUPID CHEST! PULL HIM OUT, wait thats the man we’re looking for. Ah.. yes… What the… he was RIGHT THERE! YOU DONT NEED 30 DIFFERENT INFO ON HOW TO KILL HIM JUST DO… and… he’s trying on different clothes in the middle of the street. Oh how I wish Desmond was still alive, he was a good kid. Killed a lot of our brothers, but BOY DID HE oh.. wait all of these little Creed bastards did the same fucking thing.”

Meeting Kevin Tran and Closing the Gates of Hell

A/n- The next part of Long Lost Sister, sorry its been so long since I updated! With this chapter the series is going to start following along the show plot. It picks up at season eight episode 14, Trial and Error.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their little sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

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Y/n huffed as she hurried up the boat stairs behind her brothers. Some guy named Kevin had called and Sam and Dean gave up their recent no hunting rule to go check it out. They’d only gone up a flight of stairs and Y/n was already out of breath. It’d been awhile since her brothers let her go on a hunt. She was recovering nicely from her recent injury, but the Winchester Brothers weren’t taking any chances. Guess this Kevin guy must be really important if they were bringing her along.

The three siblings quickly and quietly crept onto the boat, guns raised.

“Kevin, it’s us,” Sam called as they moved further into the boat. Y/n looked around, the place was a mess. Books and papers everywhere, mostly covered in writing she couldn’t understand. Thumping came from the next room and the trio raised their guns again, moving toward the closed door. Y/n didn’t miss how her brothers moved slightly so they were positioned in front of her. Figures.

Dean swung the door open and the sound of vomiting filled the room.

“Gross,” Y/n muttered under her breath. They guided the man, previously hunched over the toilet to the table in the next room. This must be Kevin, Y/n though. Dean also insisted Y/n sit even though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine.

“Are you sleeping?” Sam asked the other man concerned.

“Not really.” He looked exhausted. This hair was disheveled, he smelled and his eyes kept flicking around the room unfocused.

Dean asked the next question, “Are you eating?”

“Hot dogs mostly.”

“Sure, yeah- breakfast of champions. Look I’m going to feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad, and a shower.”

“I know and I’ve been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds and I think maybe I had a small stroke.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. Damn, who was this guy and what was so important that he was running himself this far into the ground?

“But it was worth it. I figured out how to close the gates of hell,” Y/n shared shocked looks with her brothers. Close the gates of hell? What does that even mean?

“Come here you smelly son of a bitch,” Dean rushed around the table, hugging the younger man.

“Okay, so what does this mean? What are we looking at?” Sam asked excitedly. Kevin began to explain about the necessary spell and the trials. According to Kevin, God created these three trials and after they were all completed you could successfully close the gates of hell. So far Kevin has only decoded the first trial. Killing a hellhound and bathing in its blood. Nasty!


“Awesome?” Sam and I questioned Dean.

“Yeah! Hey, if this means icing all demons, I’ve got no problem gutting some hell dog.”

“How are we going to find one?” I question.

Dean shrugged, “Well hell hounds like to collect on crossroads deals, so all we got to do is track down some loser who sighed over his special sauce ten years ago and get between him and Clifford the big dead dog. Easy!”

It really didn’t sound that easy to Y/n. How exactly were they supposed to find these “losers” as Dean called them? These trials also rubbed her the wrong way. It almost sounded too easy. Closing the gates of hell had to be complicated or it would long be done. Don’t get her wrong, she wanted them closed, no more demons sounded good with Y/n, but this whole thing was rubbing her the wrong way.

“It doesn’t sound easy,” Kevin shock his head.

“I second that,” she agreed.

“Who are you?” Kevin gave her a puzzled look, seeming to notice Y/n for the first time.

“Y/n Mulligan,” she nodded her head toward the boys. “Their sister.”

Dean continued on, “Look, you get on the net, see what you can dig up. I’m gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that’s not ground-up hooves and pigs’ anuses; not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Dean winked at them and was gone.

By the time Dean got back, Sam and Y/n had figured out that their best bet was in Shoshone, Idaho with the Cassidy Family.

Dean turned to Kevin, “Alright, you stay here and work on step number two and if you come across anything on hellhounds drop a dime, okay? Between the claws and the teeth, and the whole invisibility thing, those bitches can be real bitches.”

Y/n nodded at Kevin, as she got up from her seat and went to follow her brothers. Dean put a hand on her should to stop her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“With you guys to Idaho to track down the hellhound.”

“No way! Absolutely not, you’re staying here. Help Kevin or something. You’re still recovering.”

Y/n sighed, her stitches were long out and really she was fine. A little sore and stiffer than usually, but totally capable of going with them to the ranch, “I’m fine Dean and I’m going. Really, I’m all healed up you know that.”

Dean bit his lip and looked back at Sam who just shrugged, “I know, but Sam and I can handle this along and I just feel we should wait a little longer.”

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms, she was sick of Dean treating her like a child, “Dean, we’re not waiting. This isn’t your decision, it’s mine. I’m coming and that’s final.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, clearly upset that he lost and his brother didn’t back him up. Dean turned back to his shopping bag, pulling out two bottles, “I gotcha a present. The blue ones are for the headaches and the green ones are for pep.”

He handed them to Kevin, before slapping his arm, “Don’t OD.”

Y/n’s eyes bugged, this was definitely not a good idea. Kevin was already running on next to nothing, giving him pills for pep definitely wasn’t going to help.

“Is that really a good idea?” Yy/n asked Dean as they headed toward the door.

He nodded, “Y/n, we’re on the one yard line, it’s time to play through the pain.”

Sam and Y/n exchanged looks and Sam shook his head, “This definitely isn’t a good idea.”  

She looked back at Kevin one last time before following her brothers out. Hopefully the kid could hold it together until they got back.

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2x19 Hail and Farewell

Warning: This review contains spoilers


Okay,he’s not dead sorry not sorry. I’m like… It’s gotta be a shape shifting rune. It’s just gotta be, he’s too important, they wouldn’t kill him of so early. 

Anyways I’m kind of conflicted. It’s funny, really. Beceause of ONE scene I’ve started to pity him a little bit. I’m talking about the scene when he was watching the father playing with his kid on a playground and he had tried so hard to suspened this little smile on his face but it still appeared anyways. I think he wanted to have something smiliar but he knew that he never had and never will have. And then how he despetrely tried to believe in Valentine’s words that he’ll come for him… Shit…

AND THE THEY THROW ON ME DEMON SEBASTIAN ON MY FACE and all of my pity for him flew right through the window for the rest of the episode. I mean shiiiiiiiit… Also those crazy fighting skills… My God I was literally scared (but that’s a really easy thing to do, ask my brother…) Also Seb… Learn how to control your anger issues…

2. Valentine

Men… You shady little f… First manipulating your own son, kidnapping a poor Warlock and siding with the queen but the worst of it all? INTERRUPTING A POOR MUNDANE LADY’S HUSBAND’S FUNREAL!!! AND TURNING THEM ALL TO FORSAKENS!! I mean… have your parents thought you nothing about manners? Dude! No! Simply no!

But well… i have to admit he’s the master mind… Really…

3. The Seelie Queen

BITCH. I hate you even more wtf, you are freaking blind, learn how to be a diplomat! Don’t make your people die beceause you don’t like something. OMG you need to learn how to talk really. Kidnapping Maia won’t make Simon go on your side. And you are a freaking hypocrate. Sideing with Valntine while forceing others to side with you AGAINST Valentine. You two are worh each other, REALLY. Someone do me a favor and kill her…

Originally posted by meliorn


Frick. Man. This voice. OMG. This was so so good! I mean really! All of those moments when he was acting adequately torwards current situation! Nice, nice man! But… FREAKING LEARN WHEN YOU SHOULD SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I know you’ve trusted your freinds but that’s no exuce for ranting a man who’s freking chocking you!

Originally posted by jalecsource


Yes! You go girl! Stay like that and I will actually start to really like you! Really. Being a smart ass and knowing what to do without ravishing Clave’s rules. And she learned how to fight! When? Idk… probably behind the scenes… Ugh… And nice she knew that she shouldn’t ask Simon about a favour…

Originally posted by nephilimdaily


Nice. Really nice scenes, luckily it didn’t come out out of nowhere. I’m glad about it.Still felt a bit off for me but maybe it’s beceause all of the inscect thing that stuck in my head and refuses to go.

Originally posted by takemetohometoday


Yeah boyyyyy!! Stand up for your gf, she didn’t actaully need this but it was nice! And all of his sluttering was adorable! Besides… his humour is also back! Simon “Yes Clary I will help with everyhing you wa… Noooo I won;t go to the Seelie Queen are you out of your mind” Lewis! But he still went there… And dragged the Queen’s ass dow, YES BOII! too bad that Maia has to suffer because of it…

Originally posted by simplyshadowhuntersgifs


Poor, poor girl. Queen is fucking carzy. OMG… But Simon and Luke are loking for her soo… She’ll be all right? Right? Please? And I like that “beta” trope even if that’s not actually a thing XD

Originally posted by soft-santiago


Yeah good alpha Luke trope! Sign me tf up! He’s thinking about his pack and is a good leader and stilll thinks about a Queen’s offer as a bad thing, yes! And cares for Maia. And knows what to do. And is done with everyone’s shit. Bravo!

Originally posted by magnusizzy


Dude. Please. I feel you! I really do! But ugh… I think emotions are clouding your judgment. And the alhocol. It’s definitly alcohol. I mean… Don’t drink this much it isn’t a way! Gathering warlocks in your loft is a good idea, yes, but accepting the Queen’s offer… NOT. SO. MUCH. I know that he’s in pain, heartbroken and confused but… Man… Please… At least rethink it… Like bazziliopn of times… And HEAR Luke. Because you listned to him but you didn’t HEAR him.

Originally posted by soft-santiago

11. ALEC

I’m gonna repeat myself. YOU ARE A GREAT LEADER OMG. And thos fights. Mhm yess sing me tf up. He just carlessly shoot trogh two people right through their foreheads and being like “ugh nothing difficult”. God, I love him.

Originally posted by dailyaleclightwood


They are gonna be fine. They will. Magnus is still thinking. Alec is trying. Next week hell will break down. And they will fight TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE I’m sure of it. But.. OMG HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE PICS?! SO, SO CUTE OMFG! And Alec is officialy a master of subtweeting…. We all know to who those words were directed to…

Originally posted by dailymalec

13. IZZY

Trust A Lightwood To Care, really, And don’t mess with them. Izzy is a perfect exapmle of it. Oh, you’ve almosted killed her baby brother? Beware, you don’t know the time nor day when she’ll come to kill you in her heels lookng so badass. Like wow she dragged Sebastian down with her whip looking stunning and mad af. You go Izzy! <3 And I’m glad that she and Raphael are okay. Ship? No. Brotp? Yes, sure!

Originally posted by candzk-25

14. Rapahel

Hi. nice you understand your dad. Really. But please talk to him. And also you too rethink Queen’s offer. You, like Magnus, know Shadowhunters from their softer side… You should understand… :(

Originally posted by rizzygifs

15. Catarina & Madzie

The Queen has come. And she’s beautiful. And I already love her. She is truley amazing and she said like two sentences, lol. It’s so easy to but me lol…

Originally posted by nephilimdaily

And Madzie! Omg! Long time to see! She was as cute as always! And she talks! yes! Catarina has a good influence on you kiddo!

Originally posted by softshumjr

14. Imogen

Hi… And bye.. At least you are accepting Alec as a Head of the Institute…


This episode was… Good. Not amazing, but good. I liked the tropes, the battles are amazing and I see you writers I know what you wanna do… But I fucking begging you… Not more jump scares like this one with the real Sebastian Verlac… Shit I was so scared that I actually had to stop the video… And don’t do this again with those zombies either… But putting this aside… i really liked the fighting scenes… And I wanna play Madzie… No, not even because I would get to play in Shadowhunters BUT HARRY SHUM JR WOULD LIFT ME UP AND HUG ME (though I’m heavy so idk…) Speaking of which today’s prize for acting lands to Will Tudor, Alan van Spraang and Dom Sherwood. Oh and… the scene “I’m gonna go with Alec/I’m gonna go with Izzy” made my laugh so hard and I don’t even know why…

Rating: 4/6

See y’al in the FINALE


Originally posted by kociara81

Spells - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Spells

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: Around 3k+

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Deanxreader: the boys go on a hunt where there are victims from different kinds of monsters. They find a toddler (reader) talking about a witch has been summoning monsters to kill her. They bring her to Bobby who recognizes her and tells the boys she should be the same age as Dean. While the brothers go to kill the witch, the spell wears off and she leaves before they get back. After a few weeks she ends up rescuing them and Dean ask her to join them because he is falling for her? (Slightly altered towards the end)

“Alright sweetheart-” Dean smiled down at you as he tucked you inside the car, a blanket wrapped around you “You’re gonna wait here while I go find the moose and we will be right back, ok?”

“N-no” you whined slightly, not letting go of him; looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Sweetheart” he said in a soft tone “My brother’s in there fighting those nutjobs. He needs my help.” Dean placed a hand on top of your head as you whimpered slightly.

“But- but the witch-” you stuttered “The witch will get you.” you were on the verge of crying, holding desperately ontothe man.

Dean’s green eyes filled with sorrow, there were a few things that could break him and one of those was a little girl begging for him to not leave her. And if it wasn’t for his brother being in there he really would have stayed by your side.

“No” you whimpered “No- I don’t want her to get you.” yor lower lip trembled as you shut your eyes and wrapped your small arms around his neck. He brought you a sense of comfort and peace, like you were at home and someone could finally take care of you. Like you could finally be put to rest in his arms.

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