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{PART 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As death enters the room to claim a soul; so does life. Who shall live and who shall die - as you begin to wonder…is this really the end?

“And as he looked upon her face amidst the madness, he saw everything he held close depart his world; while she slipped into the next”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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SHERLOCK WHUMP:

The Breaking Wheel (J_Baillier) - The instant classic. Prolonged, nuanced medical angst. The best. (and the J_Baillier sequel On the Rack  )

Lunar Landscapes (J_Baillier) - This author is a genius. And this work has practically every colour of Sherlock angst/whump that exists.

Fratros, Eros and Agape (emma221b) - John finds Sherlock bleeding in Magnusson’s office. What happens next (is glorious)

Harmless Things (J_Baillier) Scorpions do horrid things to Sherlock

All the Best and Brightest Creatures (wordstrings) - This is epic; and heartbreaking and beautiful. So beautiful….

My Will’s Not My Own (SailorChibi) - Read the warnings. This one broke my heart; oh Sherlock. It’s never his fault… 

The Dying Detective Remix (SailorChibi) - When will Sherlock EVER ask for help.

Whenever it’s right (Aliea) - John sees a beautiful man with green eyes on the train. And then the train explodes…

Electric Pink Hand Grenade (BeautifulFiction) - Everyone knows this one. The greatest brain in the world gets the world’s worst migraine…

Dangerous Mould (Benfan) - (Near) death via a petri dish

Raison d’etre (AmphigoricSymphony) - This is like the War and Peace of Sherlock whump. Bloody Mary…

Lopov (AmphigoricSymphony) - Mycroft saves a brutalised Sherlock in Serbia

Addicted to a Certain Lifestyle (sfmpco) - Another fill-in-the-gaps after Sherlock’s collapse at Baker Street during HLV.

Your Visible Ghost (anactoria) - Read the warnings. Sherlock goes missing and John receives a video message…

Staircase Wit (splix) - Sherlock just keeps getting beaten (up). And asphyxiated. Quite beautifully.

The way it was meant to be (whitchry9) - John leaves Sherlock for just four days. And of course; pneumonia.

Fever (thecommonplaceofexistence) - John leaves Sherlock again. Sherlock gets pneumonia. Again.

How to torture John (Dlvvanzor) - Read the warnings. Seriously. Read them. This is Sherlock whump but almost equally John.

The Yellow Poppies (SilentAuror) - Mary is a bad person. Sherlock suffers.

Rush (Valxyri) - Sherlock gets drugged with a massive overdose

In The Silence (ScopesMonkey) - A longer saga (Sugerverse) is worth the read but this section is quite angsty and Sherlock gets concussion. Chapters 3 – 5 esp.

A More Vicious Motivator (ShezzasCompanion) - Read the warnings. Sherlock returns from Serbia and well, things just go from bad to worse…

Perfectly Fine (cabintardlock) - Sherlock gets ill and like an idiot hides it from his doctor…

Pain Management (TheGracefulBlueCat**) - Missing scenes from HLV most about pain and angst and trauma. **So many of this author’s works are wonderful Sherlock / John whump which I am not going to list here but recommend…

The Game has Changed (youtextd) - Mycroft arrives in Serbia too late to save Sherlock from terrible, long-lasting trauma. This is the story of how John and Mycroft help Sherlock back.

Not the King’s Men (StoneWingedAngel) - Oh god. Sherlock :-( this is as far as you can go before Sherlock is too traumatised to recover…

Getting Over It (The_Cool_Aunt) - Something’s not quite right with Sherlock. John starts to notice…

Finger Painting in the Dark (whitchry9) - Read the warnings. Moriarty gets his hands on Sherlock and well… it doesn’t go well. At all.

Tears of the Violinist (SUPRNTRAL LVR) - Moriarty steals Sherlock again. It’s brutal.

Cleansing (CumberbatchCritter) - John stumbles across Sherlock detoxing after being in hospital for so long. It’s a painful process.

Confessions (hockeylass) - John and Sherlock hit the road on a case; and then everything goes to hell.

Not Quite in his Right Mind (BakerTumblings) - Sherlock gets a head injury and it’s a shock for John…

No Incentive So Great (thisprettywren) - Sherlock argues with John. And then gets kidnapped. John is awesome.

The Fix (peg22) - Sherlock goes out for milk. And is injected with heroin.

Blind-Spot in Your Intellect (Only_1_Truth) - Sherlock tests a drug on a military-trained flatmate with PTSD…

The Emergency Contact series (blueink3) - Who Sherlock has as his Emergency Contact when he gets hurt, changes over time…

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JOHN WHUMP:

And a Doctor (StillWaters1) - One of my absolute favourites. Sherlock whump too.  Doctor John everybody; stand clear.

De Ses Cendres (Amphigoric Symphony) - Tortured epic saga where Magnusson goes after Sherlock and well, everybody suffers. Endlessly

The Third Brother (uglycrow) - Another favourite. John gets wounded during a visit to the Three Garridebs.

The River Variations (withoutawish) - John gets hurt during a Three Garridebs encounter and Sherlock fractures

Into Dark Waters (Breath4Soul) - (TFP) John waits for Sherlock in the Holmes mansion’s well. He runs out of time.

We go anywhere but to the ground (geordielover) - Read the warnings. Sherlock is gone and John…. breaks.

There but for the Grace of John Watson / The Boys of Baker Street (skyefullofstars) - Parts one and two of a trilogy where John is kidnapped, drugged and becomes addicted and Sherlock is tested to the extreme. Bonus Sherlock whump amongst this sweeping narrative.

Reaction (Blind_Author) - Read the warnings. What happens to John before the semtex and vest incident at the pool.

Triage (scullyseviltwin) - John gets shot. Sherlock falls apart. The aftermath of that…

Handle With Care (TheGracefulBlueCat) - John gets attacked with a scorpion. What is it with these men and scorpions??

Very Good Indeed (stillwaters01) - John diagnoses what toxin he’s been drugged with and has seconds to guide Sherlock to saving him.

Deal (Basser**) - John underestimates his injury and scares Sherlock (**this author does lovely whumplets)

Vital Organs (firstdrafted) - How can John whump be so goddamned sweet. This is lovely

johnlocked-ianthony  asked:

Hello Steph! Could you recommend some (preferably fluffy) fics where Sherlock experiments on John. I read "A Terrific Soporific" today and really liked it! So something like that?

Hi Lovely! 

Absolutely! I’m adding all kinds of versions of experimentation, so I hope these are to your liking!

SHERLOCK EXPERIMENTS ON JOHN

  • A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T, 11,269 w.) Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.

  • Unmapped by 221b_hound (E, 2,385 w.) – Sherlock wishes to explore more about his desires. To this end, he conducts a kissing experiment in the afternoon of Christmas Day. John is all for experiments of this nature. They are going to learn a thing or two together. Part 9 of Unkissed

  • Unrestrained by 221b_hound (E, 5,377 w.) – Another experiment in desire - it’s not just what about what Sherlock likes to experience, but what he likes to do. It turns out that it’s much more about who he likes to do it to, and the way John’s desire has become bound up with restraint. Part 11 of Unkissed

  • Thermodynamics Series by entanglednow (T to E, 16,300 w. over 4 works) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Sherlock conducts an experiment in John’s bed.

  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5,308 w.) – Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please

  • Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w.) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w.) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.

  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w.) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times. {{SOOOO GOOD}}

  • The Genetic Algorithm by Bitenomnom (NR, 3,786 w.) – Some problems defy the usage of cold, clean-cut linear logic. It is impossible to devise a way to take steps that ultimately lead exactly to an optimal answer. Sherlock believes John Watson is one of those problems. Part 28 of Mathematical Proof

  • Nightfall by CKLizzy (T, 8,001 w.) – Awoken by nightmares, John and Sherlock seek each other’s company at night. They find more than either of them knew they were missing. Part 1 of Solace {{more “exploring each other” than experimenting}}

  • On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan for jimmytiberius (G, 3,136 w.) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.

  • Paired Comparison Experiment Notes, Trials 1-24 by Bitenomnom  (NR, 1198 w.) – Sherlock plays footsie with John for an experiment. Continuation of The Paired Comparison Model.

  • Vatican Cameos by ALLthe-doms (T, 1k+ w., FFNet) – Quick story about the beginning of the phrase Vatican Cameos and the practice that went into perfecting it.

  • Who Else Would I Call? by Lastew (K+, 3k+ w., FFNet) – John sees Sherlock repeatedly entering a number into his phone, but when he questions Sherlock about it, Sherlock is evasive. What’s going on here?

  • The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1K+ w., FFNet) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

  • It’s an Experiment by YupThatsMySock (K+, 1k+ w., FFNet) – Sherlock kidnaps John’s jumpers for “an experiment”. John decides it’s only fair to kidnap the skull.

  • Unspoken by PipMer (G, 2770 w.) – Sherlock wanted to test a hypothesis. About John. He wanted a question answered that he couldn’t just ask, at least not under normal conditions, because John would never tell him the truth about that.

  • Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911w.) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still. {{LOVE this one. Not really “experimenting” but more “recreating a situation to make something else happen}}

  • Problematic by MrsNoggin (E, 6,164 w.) – Sherlock Holmes is fine with problems. More than fine. Problems are his job. More than his job. Problems are his life. Sherlock really wants to ask John something. Only, he’s not sure what… 

JOHN EXPERIMENTS ON SHERLOCK

  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K+, 2k+ w. FFNet) – John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps. {{John is the one experimenting in this one :D}}

  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, 2k+, FFNet) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game. {{Everyone tries to get Sherlock drunk}}

  • A Stupid Person’s Talent by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1K+, FFNet) – In which John tries to teach Sherlock how to ice skate.

  • It’s a Crime Scene! by Ttime42 (K, 1k+, FFNet) – John tries to coax Sherlock out of a bad mood at a crime scene. 

  • An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to T, 62 397w across 13 stories) –  In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is. {{I LOVE this SERIES SO MUCH.}}

  • An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. over 13 stories, WIP) – John and Sherlock navigate their complicated relationship. I adore this series, and it feels complete where it leaves off :)

BOTH EXPERIMENT ON THEMSELVES or EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME

  • The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856w.) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a “harmless” virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

  • Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w.) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w.) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

  • The Cuddle Sutra by aceofhearts61 (G, 3,218 w.) – In which Sherlock orders the Cuddle Sutra; he and John try out some of the positions. Part 20 of A Love with No Name

  • A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w.) – People don’t touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

  • 34 Minutes by bendingsignpost (T, 4,698 w.) – An experiment in eye contact.

“AFTERMATH” OF EXPERIMENTS

  • Living In Fear by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 4K+, FFNet) – Missing Scene for Hounds of the Baskerville. John suffers from massive PTSD episodes upon their return from Dartmoor. {{The aftermath of Sherlock’s experiment rather than a running experiment}}

  • In The Wake by Ambikai (K+, 2k+ w. , FFNet) – After returning from Baskerville, Sherlock and John deal with the aftermath: unsure of where they sit with one another.

OTHER SEMI-RELATED FICS

  • Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w.) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. {{Sherlock’s experimenting to save John}}

  • A Symphony of Chemical Reactions by what_alchemy  (T, 2,351 w.) – Cooking’s just chemistry and time management.

  • The Engine by stitchy (T, 8,294 w.)Shortly after the events of His Last Vow, Sherlock has an opportunity to revisit the night of A Study in Pink and get some perspective on the destiny of he and John’s relationship.

  • A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver (T, 4,684 w.) – Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. {{Not really “experimenting” more than “Sherlock is paying John back”. Still fantastic.}}

  • Too Visible by chappysmom (K+, 23k+ w. FFNet) – With his gift of being invisible, John has always worried about being locked away in an experimental government lab. Baskerville is quite literally John’s worst nightmare—and the hound has nothing to do with it. It’s all Sherlock’s fault, but will he realize that? Sequel to “Invisible” and “Still Invisible.” {{This was one of the first AU’s I’ve ever read, and I still love it. Read “Invisible” to make sense of this one}}

  • Experiments in Trust by oleanderhoney (T, 5k+ w., FFNet) – “I can glance at a dead body and instantly know their life, and where they work, and who their lover is, but with you I can’t tell what it means when you look at me and your eyes are so dark they look brown even though they are blue. Or what it means when your hand starts to shake at certain crime scenes, and yet can be as solid as iron after you kill a man…”

  • You Remind Me of a Man by columbine-and-asphodel (M, 17k+w., FFNet) – Sherlock is a living human experiment. John, an android medicinal ethics monitor, reviews the place that’s been experimenting on Sherlock and is thrown by what he finds. Inspired by but no spoilers for The Hounds of Baskerville. {{This is an abandoned WiP from years ago, sadly, but what is here is very good}}

  • 33 by Indigo Blue.x (K+, 2k+ w., FFNet)  “I haven’t made a zombie,” Sherlock says scathingly, which would be more convincing if there were not a zombie in the flat.

  • A Study in Linguistics by rizandace (T, 12k+w., FFNet) – Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had their own language. It was a language of few words and minute facial expressions, and John had learned that it was nearly the only way to have an honest conversation with his eccentric flat mate.

  • A collection of seemingly unrelated things by Volitan (T, 3k+w., FFNet) – An Axe Murderer, Five Stitches, a Banana and a New Pair of Shoes… They’re a seemingly random collection of things, unless Sherlock and John are involved, and then the items as a collective make complete sense.

  • LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w.) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

  • The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w.) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

  • The Dying Genius by JuweWright (K, 8k+w., FFNet) – John’s POV. Mrs Hudson comes to John’s clinic with alarming news: Sherlock has contracted a terrible illness and might be dying…

  • Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1k+, FFNet) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?” {{Unhappyish ending, TW for gunshot}}

  • Six Months by dreamergirl090 (T, 16K+ w., FFNet) – John doesn’t show up to a crime scene. Lestrade wonders if John and Sherlock had a row. Molly knows it’s more complicated than that. {{TW Major Character Death and hardcore angst!!! Sherlock is experimenting throughout the fic}}

Feel free to add some of your own, y’all!

The Masterpost of noteworthy of PJO/HOO quotes: In no particular order

“How did you die?”
“We er….drowned in a bathtub.”
“All three of you?”
“It was a big bathtub.”

It looked like the ocean was hitting itself repeatedly in the face.

“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled. I wasn’t sure where the latin came from. I think it meant “Eat my pants!”

I’d love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.
The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

Nico was a corn plant. And he was alone.

But Annabeth also knew that Percy wouldn’t listen. He couldn’t leave Bob to die alone. That just wasn’t him - and that was one of the reasons she loved him, even if he was an Olympus sized pain in the podex.

I don’t define myself by the boys who may or may not like me.

“HERNIAS ARE US” Wait…sorry. I’m dyslexic. I squinted and decided it probably read: “HERMES EXPRESS”

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.

The situation was so pathetically sad it was almost funny.

Jason realized the ship would’ve already capsized or been smashed to bits of Percy wasn’t on the job.

After the fight with Lycaon, Nico had discarded his shredded aviator jacket.

Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says: I hope your eye twitches.

“What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?” Percy wondered. “Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?”

“That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”
“Which one is me?” I asked.
“The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested.
“Oh, shut up.”

We were all exited because that evening Capture the Flag was going to be totally vicious.

“SURRENDER! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY ONE SPANKING HOT WAR MACHINE! WHAT’S UP, ENCHILADAS? NICE DAGGER IN YOUR FOREHEAD.”

“Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions. That’s why Ares and Aphrodite like each other. Their twin sons – Fear and Panic – were spawned from both war and love.”

“Like your zodiac sign?” Percy asked. “I’m a Leo.”
“No, stupid,” Leo said. “I’m a Leo. You’re a Percy.”

“Look, lady, we’re not going to go all Hunger Games on each other. Isn’t going to happen.”

Percy turned and sized up Jason’s tornado. “Nice outfit.”

“We could even provide entertainment. You could sing and I could, like, randomly burst into flames.”

“The rivalry ends here,” Percy said. “I love you, Wise Girl.”

“Not a word about the shirt,” he warned. “Not one word.”

Note to self: don’t leave boxes of magic grenades where dwarfs can find them.

“Atlantis?” Jason asked.
“That’s a myth,” Percy said.
“Uh…don’t we deal in myths?”
“No, I mean it’s a made up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth.”

He imagined the Fates up on Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL NOOB!

“Europa fell off and died along the way, but that’s not important.”
“It was probably important to her.”

I have become one with the plumbing.

It’s hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

Don’t feel bad, I’m usually about to die.

What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades’ underwear?

“Fine. A very cute little satyr boy.” Will shuddered. “But I delivered it. Have you ever delivered a baby?”

“Oh, come on!” Percy complained. “I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That’s not fair!”

“Secondhand poison can kill a person, you know.”

“Okay,” Percy said. Well, just don’t get knocked unconscious.“
“Shut up, Jackson.”

“How far is that in regular measurements?” Percy asked.
Frank rolled his eyes. “That is a regular measurement in Canada and the rest of the world. Only you Americans-”
“About five or six football fields,” Hazel interceded, feeding Arion a big chunk of gold.
Percy spread his hands. “That’s all you needed to say.”

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. “You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”

“Do you have anything to declare?”
“Yes,” Percy said. “I declare that this is stupid.”

“Behold!” Percy shouted. “The god’s chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!”

Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?“ I asked.
“It only works on wild animals.”
“So it would only affect Percy,” Annabeth reasoned.
“Hey!” I protested.

“We’ve got a dam hole.”

“I am a son of Apollo, you anemic loser.”

Now their only guide was an emaciated corpse lady with self esteem issues.

“Hercules, huh? Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn–there he is.”

“Though I am still sorry I won’t see you die.”
“I get that comment a lot,” Percy said.

“Hi, I’m Paul Blofis.”
Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand.
“Blowfish, did you say?”
“Ah, no. Blofis, actually.”
“Oh, I see,” Poseidon said. “A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.”
“Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.”
“Yes, I like it. I’ve gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.”
“Like the god of the sea.”
“Very much like that, yes”

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands
around my neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”

“That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.“

"Scrawny?” Leo asked. “Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.”

“He’s hot,” Thalia muttered.
“He’s the sun god,” I said.
“That’s not what I meant.”

He opened his hand and the stone Leo had skipped flew out of the stream, right into Percy’s Palm.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

“We’ll go together,” Annabeth decided, knowing this would be their final battle.

As they passed trough the waiting room, the statue of Hygeia was sitting on a bench, pouring acid on her face and singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” while her golden snake gnawed at her foot. The peaceful scene was almost enough to lift Leo’s spirits.

Yet the tune Apollo strummed was so melancholy, it broke Leo’s feels.

He put his finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”
“A god named Fred?”

I mean, Owl-head and Wise Girl are kind of lame insults.

“Well, it’s the only pig ball I have. So don’t ask for an encore.”

“Save yourselves!” Percy warned. “It is too late for us!”
Then he gasped and pointed to the spot where Frank was hiding. “Oh, no! Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!”
Nothing happened.
“I said,” Percy repeated, “Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!”
Frank stumbled out of nowhere, making a big show of grabbing his throat. “Oh, no,” he said, like he was reading from a teleprompter. “I am turning into a crazy dolphin.”

"This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn’t judo-flip people.”

“The Hades cabin needs a head counselor. Have you seen the decor? It’s disgusting. I’ll have to remodel.”

“Right,” he said. “Whenever an engine malfunctions, I like to tap-dance around it. Works every time.”

I was wearing a suit. I hope someone got a picture, because I don’t wear suits.

Now, he couldn’t help thinking that Octavian looked like a watered-down, unhealthy version of Will Solace - like a photo that had been copied too many times.

“YEAH! WHO DIED? WHO CAME BACK? WHO’S YOUR FREAKIN’ SUPER SIZED McSHIZZLE NOW, BABY? Woooooooo!”

He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life looking like an extra from The Walking Dead.

“I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don’t know who made it, if it was the Fates or the gods or capital-G God or whatever. But it chugs along like it’s supposed to most of the time. Sure, little prices break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly…things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting.”

“Don’t break the vile of deadly poison. Man, glad you said that. Never would have occurred to me.”

Dive-bombing a volcano was NOT on Reyna’s bucket list.

“I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”

“For a long time,” Nico said, “I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know.” Percy looked at Nico. Then at Annabeth, as if to check that he’d heard correctly. Then back at Nico.
“You –”
“Yeah,” Nico said. “You’re a great person. But I’m over that. I’m happy for you guys.”
“You … so you mean –”
“Right.”
Annabeth’s grey eyes started to sparkle. She gave Nico a sideways smile.
“Wait,” Percy said. “So you mean –”
“Right,” Nico said again. “But it’s cool. We’re cool. I mean, I see now … you’re cute, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m not your type … Wait. So –”
“See you around, Percy,” Nico said. “Annabeth.”
She raised her hand for a high five.
Nico obliged.

Okay, maybe monsters kept coming back forever. But so did demigods. Generation after generation, Camp Half-Blood had endured.

"I can see the stars again, my lady.”

Leo had a weird memory of a middle hurtling toward him and screaming like a little girl…what the heck had that been about?

I’d never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that ever happened to her.

“Whaaaaa!” Nico flailed.

“Schist!”

Yes officer, that’s the girl that stole my heart! Sounded like a freaking country song.

“I think we have achieved idiot mode.”

“With great power, comes great need to take a nap.”

“Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.”

“Lady,” he said, “could you fold your flappers, please? You’re giving me a sunburn.”

“Stay dead. Stay away from us, or the grass gets it.”
“He’ll do it! He’s crazy!”

“Hooray,” Leo said halfheartedly. “I suppose that’s our poison.”

“I’m coming back for you, Calypso,” he said to the night wind, “I swear it on the River Styx.”

“If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo.”
“I love you too, man.”

Getting killed by Tartarus didn’t seem like much of an honor.

The waiter brought fresh-baked bread and cheese, a bottle of sparkling water for Annabeth, and a Coke with ice for me (because I’m a barbarian).

Hazel frowned. “What is a chicken nugget?”
“Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. “That’s right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—”

Percy had graduated to a totally different level of butt-kickery.

“That thing is really red,” Percy muttered. “I wonder if its cherry-flavored.”

“Until then, my friends, tell the sun and the stars hello for me.”

Or maybe because the visitors were smart and ran when they heard explosions.

It’s hard to pull off a romantic kiss when you’re both drenched in muck, but we have it our best shot.

“Go to the ridge-”
“And flash him!” Annabeth’s face reddened. “That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.”

“You’re drowning them!” She complained.
“Hey, I’m a Poseidon kid,” he said. “I can’t drown. And neither can my pancakes.”

“I might kill my bro Jason.”
“Or I might kill my bro Percy.”

If Leo had gears and wires in his brain, they would have short-circuited.
Calypso pushed him away. “That didn’t happen.”
“Okay.” His voice sounded an octave higher than usual.

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.”

Percy pointed his pizza slice at Jason, “You, sir, are a ray of sunshine.”

“It’s so cute I’m going to cry!”

“You weren’t able to talk sense into him?”
“Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.”
“I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.”

“I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven’t you noticed?”

“I’m pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause is an avalanche.”

Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.

“I played dumb.”
“Was it hard?” Annabeth asked.

Dragon Frank veered to the left with Annabeth in one claw yelling, “Let’s get ‘em!” And Percy in the other screaming, “I hate flying!”

“Greeks!” Percy yelled. “Let’s, um, fight stuff!”
They yelled like banshees and charged.

“It’s him,” I said. “Typhon.”
I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like ‘No, that’s our huge friend Leroy! He’s going to help us!’

Then she did something so unexpected Nico would later think he dreamed it. She walked up to Nico, who was standing to one side in the shadows, as usual. She grabbed his hand and pulled him gently into the firelight. “We had one home,” she said. “Now we have two.”

“I’m going to be the flower boy at your wedding, right?”

Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.

9

Ok guys, I think I can finally wrap my brain around this enough to give a coherent recap. I’m a processor, so I had to live it in the moment, and now that I’m on the plane leaving the experience behind, hopefully I can make sense of it. I posted pictures in order of event. Sorry I can’t write in between each pic, but I’m on my iPhone and it won’t let me add pics as I go. Anyway, to get on with it…
I started my epic adventure with a 4 hour layover in San Francisco which isn’t as bad as it might seem, because I’ve been married for 25 years and have 4 kids and rarely get to be alone! Let the adventure begin. I roomed with the amazing @sileas84 who is 100% responsible for me attending this con. She employed shameless peer pressure and I crumpled like a card tower in the hands of a toddler. I have no regrets. We arrived at the con at 6:30 am and immediately met up with a group of awesome women (in picture two - this is @myguiltyolpleasure’s pic btw). We were determined to be up close. FIVE HOURS OF WAITING later, we sat on row 5 center and I was thrilled. I was really hoping for a good view. And boy did I get one! Sam twirled in that kilt and I didn’t even try to look, his knickers presented themselves to me! Simple black boxer-briefs - always a classy choice 😂. For most of the panel I could see right up his thigh just because of the way he was sitting in relation to where I was sitting. It’s not that I looked, it’s just that it was thigh porn and I totally looked. At one point we were directed to take a selfie, so we did. (Pic 3) If there’s one thing I can tell you about this particular con, it’s that it was all about obedience. I have never been yelled at by adult strangers so many times in one day since I was a pre-teen. If you stepped out of line, and I mean that literally and figuratively, you heard about it.
I won’t talk about the panel because all y'all have seen it. It was fun, they were adorable and I love them. The hour flew by and I could have sat there and listened to them for the rest of the day. Sam’s unintentional joke about reading about stuff on Tumblr cracked me up, mostly because he was mortified and blushed.
After the panel the autograph session filled up immediately, so we went to get lunch. Ladies, I got up at 4:30am. It was 12:30. I was starving, parched, desperate to pee - cons are not for the weaklings of the herd. That Diet Coke was on par with meeting Sam. I’m just sayin’. Lunch was a tiny little respite in a sea of hurry up and wait. Following our brief lunch we did our photo ops. You need to understand, those two photos took 4 hours. Compare the photo with only Sam vs the photo with both and look at Sam’s eyes. By the time we got to group photos, he was literally exhausted, yet he treated us exactly the same both times (as did Cait) - warm and welcoming, said hello, eye contact, a little squeeze of the hand on the shoulder (ded. I am ded) They were ultimately respectful of the fans and the time and money we put into this. Said thanks and goodbye as we left. I am so impressed with both their professionalism and their basic humanity. These are quality people. The solo photo op is where I had my hair/armpit incident. We walked up and Sam just throws his arms open to engulf you in his superior humanity. As he was putting his arm around me (did I REALLY just type that!) he caught my very long hair with his arm and I ended up being trapped right up against him with my head sort of forced to lay against his arm. I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m stunned that I had the presence of mind to smile. All I could think of was that I was pressed up against Sam so tight that I could feel how soft the leather of his jacket was. I didn’t even notice that he had changed from kilt to jeans until later.
My first thought about Caitriona when she entered the panel stage is that no picture or video can ever prepare you for how tall and thin she really is. And how gorgeous and graceful she is. And how charming and funny and silly and well spoken and sincere and kind. Ok, I’ll stop. Just look up all the positive adjectives.
Next we went to the autograph line. I was there when the lights went out and Caitriona joked about that not being the way to get to Sam and also when he was jokey about being bored because he had no one at his station so he teased her about taking too long and went over to harass her at her table. They were funny and relaxed and enjoying themselves and it was great to see the spontaneous interaction. Every event was very rushed, but they again did their best to say hello, make eye contact, say a little something to you, and thank you for coming. I had them sign my original Outlander book that was given to me by a friend about twelve years ago, who said, “You might like this.” Famous last words. As you can see, it’s lived a good life. I’ve lent it out many times. I said at dinner last night that I was too nervous and hadn’t really say anything to Caitriona, until I literally went oh my gosh! I did say something to Cait. I had totally blocked it in my nervous state. She commented on how well loved my book was, and I said ‘yes, it’s been read many times by many people and it opens right to the wedding scene’ and then I proved it, by opening it right to that scene. So, yep. I did that. I blushed so hard my eyeballs turned red when I remembered that. Sam was equally adorable, but I just had 'do not say that to sam’ on repeat so then I didn’t really know what to say to him. He was so sweet. His handler was rushing him a little bit and he sort of looked at him and then apologized to me for being rushed along. He looked me right in the eyes. He winked at me and smiled. Ladies, the smolder is real. I was POSITIVE I was immune to the Sam effect and I am NOT. I literally went weak at the knees. My stomach churned. I started shaking. I giggled. I could not think. Well, I could. But the only thing I could think was 'Sam. Sam winked at me. Sam’s eyes are so blue. Sam is so beautiful. Sam. Sam winked at me.’ My brain sort of jammed.
After dinner a huge group (like 17) of us went to dinner. It was awesome. It was amazing. These ladies are incredible. Our fandom is incredible. Last night we went to a smaller dinner and stayed for hours. I can’t tell you how hard we laughed. It was so much fun. I seriously love this place for so much more than Tumblr. We are such a diverse group. Different cultures, different educational and socio-economic backgrounds, different personal and relationship statuses, and most importantly, different ages. We have so much to teach each other and so much to learn, and as a group, we are so generous with our time, talents, resources, emotional support and wisdom. I treasure this. I am so grateful I went. I loved meeting Sam and Caitriona. It was great fun. Meeting dear friends who will remain forever was life changing. I look forward to doing this again one day and meeting even more of you.
Sorry I bombarded you with a DG length post, but thanks for making it through. All I can finish with is if you didn’t leave with a Totes McGoat tote, then you didn’t con right!!

anonymous asked:

(1/2) i love lance more than anything but i'm also in love with the percy jackson series and recently i was thinking; unclaimed!lance, stuffed into the hermes cabin, and all alone even with everyone around him. because his friends are out there, having a jolly good time being claimed (Hunk is Hephaestus, Pidge is Demeter, Keith is Ares, Shiro is Ares.) and he's stuffed with Hermes. And he's so sad over it, yknow? because he doesnt know what he is, who he is, and he feels so left out

(2/2) because he sticks out like a sore thumb in the hermes cabin, he’s not all cunning and thieving like they naturally are (hermes is the god of thieves) and it kind of just kills him bc he’s always had a big & close family and all of a sudden he was torn away from them and hauled into this camp and then he finds out he doesnt even know whose kid he is?! (i like to imagine him being claimed as a son of poseidon and finally, finally feeling at peace bc he knows who he is now)

I am weak for Percy Jackson, how did you know Okay so, lets say this is in canon verse for the Percy Jackson series- they had the war and they won and shit- and imagine, Lance, who doesn’t know who he is, who is kinda good at sword fighting but much better at long range archery, who gets a long very well with Will Solace and the Apollo cabin, move into a cabin that is almost always empty. 

Yeah, he’s excited to be Percy Jackson’s sibling and all, but holy fuck, is it lonely in the cabin. Percy is at collage now, and Tyson is in Rome with Ella, and the cabin is so lonely and silent and it honestly bothers him. That is until Percy and Tyson find out they have a younger sibling. (In canon, Percy is like 18-19, and in this AU pretty boy, Lance, is like 16, and Tyson is a cyclops their age scales work differently.) And they’re like rushing to camp to meet them. All of the seven do. And of course he hung out with Nico, cause you know, friends with Will Solace, so hes already cool with him, but now he’s friends with all the demigods that are like… cool as shit and strong as shit. And he hangs out with Jason Grace- little known fact about Lance, he has a crush on one Jason Grace, much to Keith’s annoyance. 

So he starts hanging out with the seven plus everyone else, and his friends are like, “What” because now Lance is really cool, and being recognized for being really cool, and he has all these new friends, and Hunk doesn’t want to be replaced. Cue a big emotional scene were they talk it out and Hunk is introduced to everyone and Leo is like, “Oh yeah that’s my brother, hes a nerd.” And Pidge takes a little longer too come around to Lance but when she does. Oh boy. Pidge hugs and cuddles Lance to death and won’t let him go because she doesn’t want Lance to forget her like her family had too in the awe of his new friends. Next is actually Shiro, and his is a little less emotional, and they just talk it out about how he wants too be Lance’s friend, always. So… Keith.

Keith, golden boy of the ares cabin, can not deal with the thought of Lance abandoning him for his new friends especially Jason mother fucking Grace. And all of his siblings are like, oh just confess to him you wimp, except Clarisse because she gets hot hard it is to love someone who is in love with another person Selina  so she doesn’t tell him anything, instead, she tells him he should talk too Nico about it- Because lets face it, Nico is great and probably waited around doing that mutual pinning thing for will for like two weeks until they got together (This disregards canon because canon is dumb when it comes to how they got together) and he knows. So Keith goes to Nico, they talk, and Keith tries to confess to Lance. Except he accidentally challenges Jason too a duel instead. And holy chicken fry, Lance ain’t prepared. Like to see his major crush, challenge his minor crush, and have his minor crush accept? (Piper’s laughing her ass off and taking bets.) He is shook. Especially when Keith tells him in the Poseidon cabin that hes fighting for Lance.  So the day of the fight he walks over to Lance and tells him to keep his eyes on him, and Lance does. Keith wins- to everyone’s surprise and since no one won in the betting pool Piper keeps all the winnings and he just, kisses Lance. And Lance kisses back. So now Lance has family, friends, and a boyfriend- BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

Because Sally is the best mom ever to exist, she invites Lance over, and just smothers him in affection, because his own mom is in Cuba. He cries, she makes cookies, Paul is happy to have another person that they consider a son, and Sally is going to give birth soon, its going to be great. 

Not a Kid - Tommy Shelby

Request: Could you write about Tommy Shelby falling in love with a younger reader? (in their early 20’s)?

Not A Kid Anymore - Tommy Shelby

You were sat in the kitchen of Polly’s house laughing as Isaiah recounted a story about he and Finn trying to pick up a couple of girls down at the pub two nights ago. You, Michael, and Finn were sitting around the table while Isaiah stood up, making hand motions and acting out the entire scene. You were all somewhat tipsy from a bottle of whiskey that Finn had brought with him. 

Growing up you’d always been closest to Ada. You were only four years her junior and your mother had been close with Polly. When Ada moved to London you continued to spend time with the Shelby family. Eventually you became friends with Michael and Isaiah though they were a few years younger than you. You got on well with John and Esme but Arthur and Tommy always treated you like a child. Arthur didn’t bother you so much as Tommy did.  

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A Valentine’s Promise: Peter Parker One Shot

Warnings: kissing, food, fire, loveeeeeeeee

A/N: this is the cutest, cheesiest thing ever but in the BEST way omg I’m crying why can’t I have a Peter AH!

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

Originally posted by sensualkisses

(not my gifs)

(I see Peter as being 18 at this time)


Everything was set up. Netflix was loaded, candles were lit, and snacks were out; all that was missing was your boyfriend.

Peter had texted you saying a spider-man thing came up so he’d probably be late… six hours ago. To say you were worried would be an understatement, but knowing Peter, he probably had everything under control.

All you could do was sit and wait.


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Heaven

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt: it certainly wasn’t an easy task being someone’s guardian angel. all your life you’ve only  known of protecting lin from harm’s way so when you’re kicked out of heaven, you truly know nothing but to protect your ever so clumsy human.

a/n: this was inspired by my favorite tv show, supernatural, and the song heaven by troye sivan. i might make this into a multiple part series who knows. 

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You watched Lin crossing the street, anxiously sitting on your hands and biting your lip as the brunette clumsily bumped into various pedestrians trekking the same busy Manhattan streets as him, his head down as he continued to quickly made his way through town haphazardly.

‘He needs to be more careful! He can get hurt!’ You muttered to yourself, gasping as Lin crossed the street, his head still down as he looked at his journal. A taxi cab was flying down the street, barrelling towards Lin, and didn’t appear to be slowing down anytime soon.

You stopped the moment, flying down to Earth to move Lin out of the dangerous situation before returning to Heaven to watch over your human.

Your life consisted of this and only this.

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Jaebum; of old age and surprises

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

[ps he looks so fucking matured in this gif alright]

You had called Jaebum last night, wishing him a happy birthday over facetime and letting him spend his birthday with his family. Honestly, you didn’t have any plan to surprise him, seeing as you were still across the world on the night of his birthday and Jaebum wasn’t really big on birthdays; not his anyway. He would rather spend it at work saying how it was his thirtieth birthday and it started to seem dull as he got older. But Minsik had plans, and he had personally called you asking where you were and when you had told him you were thousand miles away, he completely freaked out.

“But you have to be here!”

“Why?” you laughed, messing up the front of your hair to add volume to it.

“It’s his thirty-first birthday.”

“Thirtieth.” You corrected and he only replied with the click of his tongue. “Hyung’s not happy alright when you’re not around.”

“He’s fine alright? He’s thirty years old. I’ll go see him in a few days.”

“No!” he argued and somehow had convinced you to take the closest flight back home to (in his words) make Jaebum’s day.

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I’m So Sorry

[Pairing; Dean Ambrose X Reader]

Originally posted by leakees


      “Dean, please!” I bellowed through the restaurant’s dining hall, throwing my napkin to my untouched steak- following him to the door. He chucked a hundred dollar bill to the table top in his vast escape, and bolted for the barrier. I couldn’t him in time, before he made it outside. Rain crashed against my skin, instantly forcing me to cringe. “Dean, dammit!” I screamed through the rip-roaring weather. “You’re being unreasonable!” I tried, skipping past puddles in my clinking heels. 

      I couldn’t decipher between my running mascara, or the simple rain, but my vision blurred and I brought myself to a stop. Bag in hand, I sank to my knees- letting the rainfall rush down my body. Lightning crashed a while away but the flash still stunned, and with it went my heart. A tear in my chest opened, and I truly knew how it felt to be hurt. The man I loved just walked out on me, and I found myself burying my eyes into my palms- in what felt like a tropical storm. 

      I seeped in the building sorrow, and wept an indescribable cry out into the empty side walked street. The thunderstorm grew stronger by the minute, and I in took it as if it were a punishment. Wiping my eyes, glances of a figure cleared. “Get up.” He commanded, sternly. I sat for a second, not believing him to actually be there. Water dripped from his eyelashes and the tip of his nose, simultaneously- still convinced of an illusion. Dean lent a hand, and I took it. He pulled me to my feet, and offered his leather jacket. “Why?” I managed to measle out. 

       “Because I’m not the bad guy.” He spat, walking in front of me. “What does that even mean!” I screeched past the booming blast of thunder. “You know damn well what that means, (Y/N)!” He turned to yell back, disregarding the stands of straight, wet red hair falling into his eyes- pointing. “Now get in the God damn car!” He mimicked his tone, opening the passenger’s door for me. 

      Slamming it shut, the sound of metal crashed into my eardrum. Eyes set on each step, I watched him walk around the front of the car and to the driver’s door. I folded my arms, and waited for him to get seated. In a quick attempt, he forced the keys into the ignition, and flipped the windshield wiper’s on- fast enough to break the lever. “Stop!” I shouted, snatching the keys- hurling them to the back. Dean clenched his jaw, and snapped his face to mine. “Get. Them.” He seethed. “Not until you calm down.” I started.

      “Being mad at me is one thing, but dying is another. You’re not driving until we talk.” I huffed, getting comfortable. He laughed out, and bit his lip. One hand flew near his forehead and the other into the steering wheel- thrusting into the leather. My muscles clenched, and I straightened my posture- I had never seen him hit anything before. “Seth, (Y/N)!? Seth!” He finally wailed. 

      “You didn’t let me finish, you selfish son of a bitch!” I screamed back, reassuring that there was more to the story. “He kissed me.” I reiterated, using more emphasis that apparently I lacked the first time explaining. “You dashed before I could tell that I decked his ass after!” I kept on. Dean’s eyebrows scrunched together, listening.. but not fully convinced. “I didn’t kiss him, Dean. I’m not cheating on you!” I pushed, slapping my hand against his chest in anger. “I don’t know where you came up the the idea of it, but I’m not sleeping with him! Or anyone fucking else, okay!?” 

      He let his emotions relax, and stayed quiet. “But to fucking tell me “I love you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.”” I quoted in fury, with my fingers. “What kind of bullshit is that!?” I questioned, with both hands in a confused stature. “Keep thinking this way, and your eye will match his! Got it!?” I boiled, more and more, with each word- completely reheating at how idiotic this argument was. 

      I took his silence as a break, and set my elbow to the glass- resting my hand to my forehead to calm down. Looking to the rain run through the drain, across the street, I started to replay the scene from a few minutes before. “You stupid son of a..” I mumbled under my breath, not being able to finish. A soft set of lips graced ever-so-slightly against my cheek. “I’m sorry..” Dean begged, in less than a whisper. I didn’t bother to even flinch, given the accusation he had just pinned to me. 

      “It’s just.. not the first relationship with me that he’s ruined.” He finished, words silking my cheekbones. I closed my eyes, reliving the moment Seth sank a chair into his best friend’s back. “I’m sorry, and I love you.” He admitted, pulling away and resurfacing to the outside rain. I opened my eyes with the brisk breeze of cool air. Reaching for the keys, he jumped to get back to the steering wheel in a moment’s time. 

      It was my turn to sit in silence as he ran his hands through his soaking strands, and fumbled the key ring for the right one. I couldn’t help my heart’s demands as I planted my palm to his hand- stopping his movement. Dean looked up with the guiltiest eyes- and it might have just been the night’s darkness that convinced me to do so- that I jumped at the first opportunity to get lost in them all over again. He stalled, waiting for my next move- not daring to cross what might be the wrong road. 

      Steadily, like two teenager’s first, I kissed him- softly, allowing him to accept or deny. Hands rushed to my face, pulling my into his. “I’m so sorry.” He moaned through the air breaks. Repeatedly, he apologized- constantly grabbing at anything he could. Slightly, I pulled back and pressed my damaged, cherry stain to his ear and sang. “Make it up to me at home.” 


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anonymous asked:

I really love the miraculous au!!! its so cool! could you do that one masked ballroom scene from the original post? >u< if you don't mind of course <3

Its the coolest thing ever, I spent most of tonight freaking out over it XDDD Bless @emthimofnight for coming up with this amazing AU <3

So yeah I don’t mind writing more for it haha. Thank you again to emthimofnight who told me more about the ballroom scene so I could write this!

THE INCREDIBLE FANART THAT INSPIRED THIS & other thing I already wrote for this au & a third thing I wrote for this au

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring Killua (secretly Chat Noir) and Gon (secretly Ladybug). Enjoy!


The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.

Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.

This, though. This was entirely different.

“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.

Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.

But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-

This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.

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I’m Ready To Breathe - Short Malec Fic

He couldn’t fathom. 

Alec couldn’t fathom the fact that he was lost. In space, in time, in his mind. He was gone. Dust. Air. He’s physically with it, but his mind is a desert island. It’s so unfilled.

He was scared. He didn’t know how to react to feeling and thinking nothing. What does one do when they’ve lost the ability to come to conclusions? When they’ve lost the ability to process their actions. When they feel mentally… powerless?

“I… have have to go.” Alec breathed out to Izzy as she watched his brain unscrew.

“Where to?”

“Magnus. I have to go to Magnus. I need to feel something.”

“Alec, you know that mother was just being the stern person she’s always been. Don’t take her words to heart, I’m still here.” Izzy explain with an emotion filled expression taking over her face. He knew she cared about him, he just had to get away from the place that participated in the scene that was just caused.

“I know. I know you are… I just can’t be here right now.”

Izzy held her breath and Alec could see through her straight expression that she wanted to deepen the topic of comfort. But she didn’t. She simply nodded her head.

Alec gave her a quick nod of appreciation for giving him space and he left the institute without another word spoken.


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Magnus was sorting through his necklaces when he heard the knock on the door. It was subtle and light. The three knocks that were demonstrated possessed a simple pattern. Something Magnus could recognize every time.

It was Alec.

Magnus dropped what he was doing instantly and headed towards the door. He took a deep breath before he opened it, then did it with one swift motion.

“Alexander.”

Magnus knew right off the bat that something was wrong. Alec’s face was flushed and his eyes looked heavy. His cheeks shined with red and his posture was weak. Alec had been crying, and Magnus needed to know why.

“Hey. I-uh… want to talk.” Alec stuttered out, his face still as blank as his mind.

“Why of course, sit down dear.”

Alec dropped his jacket to the ground and walked to the couch knowing that Magnus wouldn’t mind, and he didn’t. He was far too concerned with what Alec was feeling rather than what he was doing.

“It’s my mother.”

“Figures, Maryse is insufferable.”

“I needed to get out of that place. I needed to be somewhere where I felt safe.” Alec mumbled, but he couldn’t be more clear.

“So you came here. You can talk to me. Always.” Magnus expressed as he sat down next to Alec, offering him a comforting hand on his thigh. He wanted to show his love without it being too much, knowing that the main focus was Alec and why he was hurting, not their relationship.

“She told me that I’m hurting the family name. I’m breaking honor and I’m stripping all aspects of loyalty.”

Magnus was about to chime in, until Alec turned to him with a face of… actually, Magnus couldn’t tell. Alec looked so lost. It scared him.

“I don’t understand why everything has to be so planned all the time. What on earth ever happened to plot twists?” Alec tried to joke, but both him and Magnus knew what the topic was at hand.

“Why did she say those things, if I may ask.” 

Alec paused. Magnus saw his walls tearing down through his beautiful hazel eyes. Alec was afraid.

“She… she was referring to you. To my interest in you.” Alec muttered with a single tear falling down his cheek. Magnus instantaneously reached out to whip the tear away. A tear that represented not only heartache, but fear.

“You listen to me loud and clear when I say this. Just because you chose to confide in someone your mother doesn’t approve of, doesn’t make you any less of a man you are. You’re outstanding. The qualities you obtain never fail to bring surprise to my everyday life.” Magnus couldn’t have shown anymore emotion than he was now. It was physically impossible. His love was never ending and when he talked to Alec, every inch of his soul was just as involved as he was.

“I didn’t just choose to confide in you, I chose to love you.” Alec paused. “… I don’t regret it, despite the hatred that’s being thrown at me.”

“Alexander, don’t misinterpret poor judgment as hate. As much as I loathe your mother, I know what kind of women she is. She’s all about family. Give her time.”

Alec held his stare with Magnus and never once broke contact. Everything in this world was just so damn confusing for him, but Magnus seemed to be the only thing that was clear.

“As for the first part of what you said… just know that when I put my love in you, it was all selfless. I didn’t know what you had to offer on your part and it didn’t matter, because I only wanted what was best for you. If you chose to stay in hiding, or go through with the wedding, I would’ve still loved you. Nothing can break what I feel for you. Not even all the magic in the world.” Magnus couldn’t be more vulnerable than he was within this moment. His admiration for Alec was burning through the walls that were built around his heart, and pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“Now I will admit… you loving me back is a fantastic feeling, and I’m really soaking it up.” Magnus chuckled and Alec let out a smirk, which made Magnus melt.

“How could I not love you?” Alec put his hand to Magnus’ face and let his thumb stroke his cheek. “You’re magical. Not just because your a warlock, that actually has nothing to do with what I’m saying. You’re just… you’re so out of this world. I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so powerful yet so graceful. You won me over the first time I met you, I just didn’t know how to let myself accept something for me.”

Magnus saw it. He finally saw a specific emotion spread across Alec’s face and it looked like his mind was finally working again. Like he wasn’t trapped in emptiness. Like he knew what to think again. It was all love. Every ounce of it.

“And I’m glad you did, Alexander. You deserve to let yourself feel and grow on your own terms. I’m just forever grateful that you chose to show yourself through me.”

With that, Alec’s other hand reached out to Magnus’ face and he leaned in to find his lips. Alec wanted the sentiment, and he craved to find it in Magnus.

As their lips connected, the kiss screamed passion. It wasn’t fast. It possessed meaning that no words could ever explain. No tongues dared to enter each others mouths, their lips just danced in a steady rhythm. It was almost choreographed, they way their lips knew what to do with one another’s.

Magnus gripped onto the small of Alec’s back, holding him for dear life. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment, but with that simple action, they felt as if their relationship was being described. All the desire, all the want, it was evident.

They both pulled apart slowly and together. Their foreheads leaned against one another’s as Alec’s mouth formed into a smile.

“Stay here with me.” Magnus breathed out, his voice almost getting caught up in his breath.

“I can’t say no to you.” Alec let out, finally understanding what he needed. He needed all that Magnus offered. No words from his mother or stereotypes that follow his family name could lead him away from knowing and desiring that. All he cared about was that he was with the one person he’ll love forever.

He was finally ready to breathe.

That Would Be Enough

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt #43 and #73: “i told you not to fall in love with me” “we’re not just friends and you know it”

a/n: i’m not sure where i was going with the ending but hey i got requests done and another lin fic out so that’s good news. but wow all the support i’ve been receiving lately is truly insane. thank you so so much to anyone who liked and reblogged or followed me because of my lin imagine. if you have any requests for imagines, i’m completely open at the moment and my prompt list is in my bio :)) 

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Being best friends with Lin Manuel Miranda was almost like standing too close to the sun.

You knew you were burning and everyone had their eyes on you, questioning every movement that you made, but you continued to enjoy the warmth and new endeavors that it brought upon you.

You knew Lin from a young age, and the two of you grew up side by side, never straying once from the other. You were attached by the hip, and absolutely nothing, not even his intense work ethic he pressured upon himself, could break that. 

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***Netflix and chillin with Juice 👄🍆***

“So what’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know. It’s just way too fucking slow. It takes like 30 minutes to start the damn thing up and everytime you click to go somewhere else it just loads and loads forever before freezing up and crashing. Then I restart just for it to do the same shit.”

Juice chuckled at the frustration in your voice while you grumbled.

“It’s not funny. I know you’re busy with all this club shit and I didn’t want to bother you but I couldn’t figure out how to fix it and I can’t afford a new laptop right now.”

He nodded and looked back down at the screen, a smile on his face.

“I don’t mind. I love working on computers and trying to fix them. It takes my mind off of all the club shit. And besides, I’ll always be here to help you.”

You returned his smile and leaned into him, bumping your shoulder against his.

“I guess that’s the benefit of being best friends with the intelligence officer huh?”

You both laughed and Juice nodded. It was true, you were his best friend and he would do anything for you. That was mainly because he had feelings for you but he wasn’t about to tell you that. He always swore he’d never do anything until you made the first move, never wanting to ruin the friendship.

“Well I gotta go shopping for some groceries so I’ll leave it with you and pick it up whenever you fix it, if you can. Just call me and let me know.”

“Got it. I should have it done by tonight. I’ll just drop it off by your house if I do.”

“Ok Juicy.”

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You were scrolling through the action movies on Netflix when you heard the rumble of a Harley coming down your street. You checked your phone and saw a missed call from Juice, probably him telling you that he was on his way over. You stood up from the couch and made your way over to the door, unlocking it and opening it up, seeing Juice pull into your driveway. He shut off the bike and hopped off of it, taking off his helmet and placing it to hang from the left handlebar. He looked up at the door and smiled as he saw you there, walking the rest of the way up the driveway and to your front door, walking in as you stepped aside to give him room.

You locked the door behind him and then turned around, Juice slipping his backpack off of his shoulders and placing it down onto your counter. He unzipped it and pulled your laptop out, placing it gently onto the marble.

“I fixed it. Good as new. I made copies of all your pictures and stored them for you here so it doesn’t take up too much memory on the hard drive.”

He held up a new USB in your favorite color and placed that down beside your laptop.

“Plus I updated all your apps and software, got you the latest stuff. And I threw in a couple extra little gadgets for you to try out.”

You smiled widely, thankful for having a friend as helpful and giving as him. He was always going out of his way to help you with whatever you needed and he never ever expected anything in return. On the contrary, he always rejected whenever you tried to pay him back, be it in money or gifts of your own. You’d run out of ideas and ways to pay him back, him not accepting anything that had any monetary value. A smirk graced your lips as you thought of one last gift you hadn’t tried yet.

“Thank you Juice. I really appreciate you always helping me out like this. You’re always there to lend that hand.”

He nodded and smiled sweetly at you, his eyes twinkling.

“You’re welcome.”

You nodded your head along with him and took a step forward, gently placing your hand on his shoulder as you got closer.

“But you never let me repay you. You never let me give you anything to say thank you. To uh, compensate you for your troubles.”

He swallowed around a suddenly dry throat as your hand slid down on his shoulder to his chest, trailing over his tummy. You let your nails rake over him ever so gently, a shiver going though his body. You got all the way down his tummy at stopped at the hem of his shirt, slipping your hands underneath.

“You’ve already done me so many favors. Fixed my car, my air conditioner, my stove, now my laptop. It’s only fair that I repay you. Somehow.”

He looked down at you with lust filled eyes, goosebumps on his skin as your nails raked over his abs directly now. You alternated smoothing your hands over his skin and scratching at it lightly, loving the feel of his muscles rippling under your touch.

“You gonna let me pay you back Juice?”

He swallowed again and nodded, his hands coming to grip your hips.

“Yeah. Yeah, you can pay me back.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and grinned mischievously, leaning up to press your lips against his. He met you halfway and put his mouth against yours, his grip on your hips tightening. Pulling your hand out from under his shirt, you gripped his kutte and began walking towards the couch, leading him by his leather. When the two of you made it to the sofa, you placed him with his back to it and pushed him back to sit down before sinking to your knees in front of him. You pressed a kiss to his still clothed thigh, your hands already working on his belt to undo it.

“You don’t have to do this you know. I don’t mind helping you out.”

“I know. I just want to. Have for a while now if we’re being honest with each other.”

You blushed under his gaze and unzipped his cargos, pulling them open. He reached down to place his hand on your shoulder, his fingertips gently tracing up and down your skin. You reached into his boxers and gripped him softly in your hand, a low almost barely audible groan in the back of Juice’s throat. Pulling him from the confines of his boxers, you found yourself staring at him completely exposed, thick and throbbing in your hand. Much thicker than you had expected.

He chuckled as he watched your reaction, a bit of a cocky grin finding its way into his face.

“Like it?”

You bit your lip and nodded, making eye contact again as you leaned forward, licking a long and slow strip up his entire length. He shuddered by kept his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a single second. He’d imagined this scene far too many time to miss a single detail of the real thing. You did it once more except this time you wrapped your lips around him as you reached the tip, your tongue swirling around him inside of your mouth.

“Fuck.”

You took his curse as encouragement and sank your mouth father into him, your hand wrapping around him and stroking him as you slowly took more and more until you had taken all of him in your mouth that you could. You removed your hand from his shaft and stuck it back into his boxers, gently massaging his balls and earning a hiss.

“Jesus Y/N.”

You smiled around him, bringing to feel a little cocky yourself. Pulling your mouth away, you took your hand and began to stroke him again, catching your breath.

“That feel good?”

He chuckled breathlessly and nodded before reaching down and placing his hands under your arms, pulling you to stand before he pulled you onto the couch with him. You kneeled on the cushion beside him and leaned over into his lap, taking him into your mouth again. He placed one hand in your hair to push it out of your face while the other came to rest on your waist, his fingers slipping into the elastic band of your shorts as well as your panties and pulling them both to slide down over your ass. You moaned around him as you felt the cool air against your glistening warmth, his finger slipping between your lips and rubbing against you back and forth, spreading your wetness before slipping a finger into you.

You moaned again and this time let him slip from your mouth as you felt him slide a second finger into you. With his other hand, he pulled you to sit up, your knees and his other arm supporting you as he gripped the top of your tank top and looked up at you. You nodded, giving him permission and he wasted no time pulling the fabric down, exposing your right breast to his hungry eyes which he quickly attached his mouth to as you threw your head back.

Never had you been so thankful for a slow computer.

Imagine Jerome Falling In Love With You After Seeing Your Dark Side

Part 2 to Arkham Asylum Crush

Based on a scene from Suicide Squad

After that night, Jerome tried to approach you. You hadn’t seen your ex-cellmate since either. No one really cared or said anything, Jerome never spoke of her. It was like your cellmate never existed and you finally had Jerome’s attention. But he wasn’t your focus anymore. While Theo sent Jerome and the other guys of Maniax to cause chaos in the city, you and Barbara dealt with other matters. Your faces weren’t on the headlines and Jerome loved having his on every screen. But whenever he wasn’t causing destruction, he tried to sweep you off of your feet. He presented you with chocolate and roses which you accepted but told him you were only taking it as a friend. 

Jerome was growing impatient and fidgety. He turned to other methods. He’d now send you newer knives and outfits that he had redesigned to give you a look he felt demonstrated his view of you. That earned him a kiss on the cheek. One night though, Jerome took you out. Just the two of you. You played a game. You both looked normal and went to a club. You danced on the dancefloor and he sat in a booth by himself. As you danced a few men came to Jerome claiming to be fans of his recent work and began making plans with him. Meanwhile, as you danced you had become the center of attention and danced only with other girls. Jerome discussed his plans with the men but his eyes were glued to you the entire time. One of the men eventually noticed Jerome’s distraction and turned to look. Both of the men did and they were glued to your moving figure. 

The current girl you danced with was moving to let you dominate the dance and you looked in Jerome’s direction for a moment before throwing your arms around the girl to bring her against you. Moving as one and laughing. Most of the men in the club were enthralled and locked on you. You grew tired of your partner and pushed her away as you danced sharply to the beat of the music. The men with Jerome whistled and his eyes snapped to them, but they were still focused on you. One spoke though, turning to Jerome,

“That girl sure has a body. I can see why you’d want that ass. But she seems like a tease. We can get you someone willing to play with….but if you like the challenge….”

The man froze mid-sentence and looked back at the girl only to find that you was standing in front of the table and smiling down at Jerome. You leaned over the table and planted a kiss right on Jerome’s lips. Pulling away, Jerome’s famous smile graced his face and he turned to the man who had spoke.

“Y/n, this man here thinks you have a nice body.”

His voice was teasing and you gasped in shock and looked flattered at the man. Walking over to the end of the table, you smiled brightly at the man and caressed his chin in your hand.

“Well, that’s mighty sweet of you to say Mister, but I’m taken.”

Jerome’s smile turned into a glare then,

“You are?”

You giggled and nodded, 

“Yes. He’s very funny and has quite a talent I must say. He can steal the show even off screen. He makes the best jokes and his laugh is the most riveting thing you’ll ever hear.”

You winked at Jerome and he understood, but the men were at a loss. They were now agitated and confused,

“Look lady. The three of us were discussing serious business. Get lost. None of us are buying your company tonight.”

With those words, a dark smirk settled on your face and your eyes flew to look at Jerome’s expression. He was seething and the men now saw his expression. They were confused further. Then Jerome spoke and they went paler than blank paper,

“Are you calling my girl a whore?”

The both of you burst out laughing and you fell into Jerome’s lap as you laughed insanely. Without warning the two of you had guns pointed at the two men and released every bullet in the clip. The men looked hardly recognizable after you two stopped shooting. Jerome took your hand and ran out the club. Running through the streets spinning you around and kissing you as you both ran around. The echo of your laughs were heard from blocks away. When you two finally got back to Theo’s Jeorme escorted you to your room and kissed the back of your hand,

“How was that for a first date?”

You kissed him slowly and ran your fingers through his hair before pulling away to look into his eyes,

“Better than any date I ever went one J. The second date should be an even grander occasion. A bigger death count. Let’s make this game happen every time we go on a date. I will be the bait and you kill the fools who fall into the trap. Other times we can try to kill more than the other, whoever loses has to be the bait for the next game.”

Jeorme’s eyes were bright and he held you face with a hand on either side,

“You’re on sweet cheeks.”

Smacking a last kiss on your lips before leaving to go to his own room and plan your next date.

Five Minutes - [Grace/Frankie]

This is my first Grace and Frankie fic! More to come. I just love them to pieces. Here on A03.

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Grace anxiously licked her fingers before flipping the page, scanning the same paragraph twice, then a third time, not sure she was even digesting half of what she read. She took a sip of her wine, smoothing out the wrinkles in her blue pajama pants as she sat straight up on the bed, eyes shifting to the door every few minutes without even realizing it. When she caught herself, her stomach ached, pinging with guilt and questions she couldn’t yet find the courage to answer.

She and Frankie came home from their hot air balloon ride hours ago. The car dropped them off, she thanked the driver for his services and sent him back to Nick, whom she was sure she’d hear from before too long. Frankie disappeared into her studio soon after, coming down from the thrill of the experience, it’s breathtaking views, nothing but the wind and the smell of propane to distract them from the looming tension in their lives. Nothing else seemed to matter for the hour or so they soared above the city, nothing but the fact that things didn’t have to change, not yet at least. Grace could still feel the sun on her face, the pressure of Frankie’s hand on her back as they stood together, mostly silent, trying not to think about anything other than the fact that things felt good, just the way they were, in that perfect moment.

“Hey,” Frankie’s distinctive voice cut through the silence.

Grace jumped a little, looking up to find the other woman finally standing in the doorway, wringing her hands, fidgeting furiously before shoving them in the pockets of her denim nightgown.

“Hey,” the blonde cleared her throat, speaking softly as she removed her glasses, abandoning them with her book on the nightstand. “How’d it go? Did you talk to Jacob?”

“I did,” Frankie nodded.

“And?” Grace nudged.

“I told him I had a chance to think about things from a ‘higher plane,’ though I didn’t mention the balloon ride. I knew that would make him way too jealous,” she shared. “But I did say he was right. Santa Fe sounds like the perfect place for me, in many ways. It has everything I could want from a creative and spiritual perspective. Vibrant arts scene. Vegan food trucks. Mud bathing nudist colonies.”

“Uh huh,” Grace winced at the thought. “So…you said yes then? You’ll go with him?”

“No,” Frankie answered quickly. “I said I couldn’t. Not now, not ever. So we broke up. For good.”

“Wow,” Grace swallowed, a bit stunned. She ran a hand through her hair, heart racing. “But I…I thought you loved him?”

“I do,” she sighed. “But not enough to leave all this behind. My home. My family. You.”

Grace did her best to school her features, knowing her eyes said more than she wanted them to, but she kept breathing just the same.

“And…what did he say?”

“He said I should think about what that really means.”

“Yeah,” Grace practically whispered. “What, uh…what does it mean exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Frankie turned away, dropping her eyes uncharacteristically, pacing at the foot of the bed. “That I’m happy I suppose?”

“Are you?”

“You know I am,” she told her. “Except…”

“What?” Grace waited on bated breath.

Frankie stopped moving, slowly looking up. It was so quiet, they could hear the waves crashing onto the beach from the other side of the house.

“Can I please sleep in here tonight?” she finally exploded, flopping onto the bed, grabbing hold of one of Grace’s ankles for extra effect.

“Not this again,” Grace rolled her eyes, shimmying away.

“Please? I know I’m not alone anymore, not metaphorically or even literally, but I did just break up with my boyfriend and I could use some extra human energy flowing in and around my aura right now. Please? Please, Grace.”

“Fine,” she relented, a bit too quickly.

“Oh thank you,” Frankie climbed up the length of the king sized bed, pulling the covers back, burying herself beneath them like she belonged there, like she’d done it a million times.

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Fall Back Down, Pt. 3 [Finn Balor]

Part One. Part Two.

Author note: To continue for another part or no? I kind of like the way this ended….

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“Do you want the opened bottle or the other?”

“Grab both,” you called back towards the kitchen. You listened as Finn took out the wine to accompany the Chinese food that was spread out on your coffee table.

It was December 3rd, and you found yourself on the floor of your living room, surrounded by boxes of Christmas decorations. Anything themed for the fall had already been packed and put away; it was time to winterize your apartment. A bare tree stood in the back corner, a box of ornaments beside it. You’d already strung up Christmas lights as a trim around your living room, and put up a couple wall decorations. Many things were left to do, however.

Finn came in to the room, carrying two glasses and two bottles. He set them down on the table before sitting down beside you on the floor between the couch and table.

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The Deputy

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Author’s Note: This is based on the little video snippet I posted earlier…it’s from season 1, Skin, where Sam is trussed up in a chair and says, “What are you gonna do to me?”  I know it wasn’t meant to be a sexy scene, but it got me going, so I ran with it.  It got kinda long.  And it is SUUUUPER smutty.  I’m so not sorry about it.  It’s not a reader insert, but I promise it’s worth it. 😊 I hope ya’ll like it.


“Dude,” Sam whispered, “Stop fidgeting.”  

Dean looked up at his brother, a scowl on his face.

“I gotta stop ironing with beer.  My back is itching like a son of a bitch!”  Dean stretched his arms behind him, trying to wiggle out the irritation.  He hated wearing their Fed threads on a good day, but this was getting downright unbearable.  

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