this is why i turn all the lights out on halloween

Service Offered: Professional Third Wheel

Unwanted suitors? Not sure if you’re on a date? To nice to turn him down? I can help! With nearly four years of experience sabotaging romantic encounters, I’m the uncomfortable silence you deserve… and now, I’m offering my services professionally. 

Bring me along as a platonic bufferzone on unwanted or ambiguous dates with suitors you’re not interested in but don’t know how to turn down. Guaranteed to kill the mood or your money back!

Basic services include: Terrible puns, poorly-timed jokes, casual physical displays of affection, bringing up unappealing facts about you (to be established or fabricated ahead of time), including myself in attempts at cuddling, domineering the conversation, irritating laughter, talking about I may have finally found an apartment for rent that’s big enough to house all of your cats, subtly making remarks about how nice it is that you’ve made a new friend. 

More advanced services: Creating diversions (available at tiers 1, 2, and 3; examples include pouring water over my head, impromptu hula dancing, and  triggering alarms), intimate displays of physical affection, accidentally spilling drinks on your suitor’s clothing, laughing at everything your suitor says while drinking until I manage to time it so that water comes out of my nose and sprays onto them. 

 Package deals: 

  • The Gay Best Friend: What it sounds like. Because this persona runs the risk of stereotype and exploitation, I prefer to keep this subtle. Willing to engage in mild flirtation with your suitor. Please use discretion when requesting this service; the intention is to make him realize that your feelings towards him are platonic. Do not even consider this package if he is aggressively homophobic. 
  • The Imposing Older Brother: I scowl, smirk, and huff judgmentally. Comes in two flavors: the Violent Ex-Con and the Insufferable Elitist. Can flex my physical or intellectual muscles as needed. 
  • The Irritating Younger Brother: I bring a gaming device along, snicker rudely and roll my eyes whenever he speaks, complain about the time, chew with my mouth open, shrug indifferently, prop my sneakers on his chair, wipe my nose on my hand, and bluntly interrupt the conversation whenever it strays out of your comfort zone. 
  • The Priest: Why the heck would you bring your priest on a date?! I don’t know, and neither will your suitor! Obfuscate them into backing off. If that doesn’t work, I will recite dry Biblical passages until they are driven away by crushing boredom or fear of Hell. 
  • The Son from The Future: Depending on the age difference, I can also pose as your Son from the Current Era. Will dress in conspicuously unusual clothing (ex. holographic baseball cap, life preserver, roller skates, VISOR-like sunglasses), continuously ask for the date and time, and anxiously mutter about how it’s almost time for you to ditch this place and meet my father for the first time.
  • The Enslaved Zombie Ex-Boyfriend: I don milky, semi-opaque contact lenses and follow you around mindlessly, with jerky, unnatural movements. I am at your beck and call, controlled from beyond the grave by your occult powers - the fate of all the boyfriends who displease you.  
  • The Demon Prince: I wear a stylish fawn suit, soft kidskin gloves, and silver cuff-links etched with strange symbols. I have a ring or a cane decorated with the head of a ram. I say little, but smile often. Now and then, I pull out a little silver hourglass from a chain around my neck and examine it, tapping my foot, my fingers, or my cane impatiently. I adopt a curious and subtle accent and ask him to appraise his immortal soul. I carry a sleek briefcase rigged to emit a bright light if I crack it open a hair. Optional: I carry a cube of sulfur in my pocket for the smell.
  • The Mulder: A proven classic. I periodically derail the conversation with crackpot conspiracy theories, the nature of reality, extraterrestrial intelligence, and ESP. May accuse your suitor of being a Reptilian, or demand that they feel the scar where I had an alien implant removed. Insist that we change tables because this one is bugged and we are under surveillance by the secret shadow government.    
  • The Fiance You Thought Was Lost at Sea: I burst through the door, dripping wet, with barnacle-encrusted clothing and a crab dangling from my ear lobe. I’ll smell of brine and have a haunted look in my eye. This will require some acting skills from you; you’ll need to throw yourself sobbing into my arms and cry, “I thought I’d lost you!” and I’ll hold you and mutter something about Davy Jones getting ahead of himself.  
  • Other: I am happy to work with you to develop a persona specific to your unique needs and preferences. 

Rates: Sliding scale, determined by me on a case-by-case basis. I want to make my services available to all who need them. Factors such as the relative heinousness of suitor is considered; affluent clients can generally expect to pay more as likelihood of physical or spiritual harm increases. For swanky dates in nice locations with minimal levels of danger, I typically ask only that you cover the cost of my meal, entrance fees, transportation, and other expenses.

IMPORTANT:
Although I am prepared to deal with any number of eventualities, I am not a professional: bodyguard, assassin, exorcist, crocodile hunter, or escort. If you expect that any of these services will become necessary, I am happy to put you in touch with a specialist. ADDITIONALLY: If your suitor is non-human, please be upfront with this so that we can plan accordingly. We do not want a repeat of the events of Halloween 2012.

ADDENDUM 2014: I reserve the right to terminate our deal at any time. This is a exclusively a professional relationship, and any physical or romantic affection we may share may be considered performance and unrelated to my personal feelings.
ADDENDUM 2015: If you are trying to orchestrate a set-up because you get off on watching your significant other jealously beat the crap out of perceived rivals, fuck you. Vengeance will be swift.

Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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rocknrollphanda  asked:

Could you maybe make a list of your favorite 8th year drarry? I read Lumos and now I need more so I was wondering if you had anything worth recommending ;D?

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero) Words:8905

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

Battle Scars by SeaweedPrincess Words:29831

Spiders, rats, wrongly-boiled Veritaserum, a couple of dangerous bets and drunk parties – all with all, it was bound to be a hectic eight year at Hogwarts for the golden trio. Trying to ignore the ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, however, turned out to be more difficult than ever before. Especially when he seemed to be as obsessed with Harry as Harry was with him. DRARRY. SLASH. Rating may go up in future chapters.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:21139

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster Words:16024

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Lumos by birdsofshore Words:41478

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Zero to Hero by Cheryl Dyson Words: 10,632

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his “8th year” in order to pass his N.E.W.T.s and make it into the Auror program. One of his classes is Muggle Studies and the new teacher has a brilliant idea to help them appreciate certain forms of Muggle entertainment.

The Ties That Bind Us by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:27890

An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally.

Matters of Influence by anathema91 Words:19198

Draco should have taken his NEWTs over the summer with Pansy and Greg. Repeating 7th year with Potter fresh off his saved-the-world tour struck Malfoy as the height of stupidity more than once. McGonagall’s diabolical plan only made things worse. Or did it?

A Time to Move On by SESHETA_66 Words:15500

With the war behind them, and wounds still raw, the students at Hogwarts try to work out what their futures might hold for them, and perhaps recapture a little of their lost youth along the way.

Lucky Break by naturegirlrocks Words:4700

The day before Halloween Harry crashes into Draco during a friendly quidditch match. Hidden secrets come to light.

An Old Habit by fireflavored Words:8800

The boys have changed a lot over the summer after the war, but Harry hasn’t gotten over the urge to spy on Malfoy.

Simulacrum by slashpervert Words:3011

Draco sends a gift to Potter and finds himself in a difficult but erotic position.

Snowstorms and Interventions by fr333bird Words:9095

Draco is pining after Harry, but is so sure that his feelings aren’t reciprocated that he wastes a golden opportunity. Pansy comes to the rescue and takes matters into her own hands to ensure a happy ending.

Marginal Notes by blamebrampton Words:9398

When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

An Act of Simple Devotion by blamebrampton Words:13368

It’s a age-old story. You fancy a boy and you think he fancies you. Sure there are problems – attacks on former Death Eaters, crazed tabloid journalists and your girlfriend – but you have a cunning plan. Now if he’d only explain the L. Ron Hubbard-like references …

Say Anything by alovelycupoftea Words:6000

When Draco loses his reserve and starts speaking his mind, Harry realises something is very wrong.

Deserving by Cassis Luna Words:2612

From the prompt: “What if one day everyone was brewing Amortentia and Harry walks in. Of course, he doesn’t know what they’re brewing, so the first thing he says is ‘Why does the room smell like it’s drenched in Malfoy’s cologne’ and then everyone, including Draco, just looks at him.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill Words:73173

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

Games Night by agentmoppet Words:6805

Harry has no idea why Hermione decided that an inter-house Games Night would be a good idea, but he’s here now, and he intends to beat Malfoy, no matter what game he chooses. But, who would have thought muggle games could be full of so much… tension?

Dear Diary by AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero) Words:20427

After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

Days Before You Came by panicparade Words:5476

Ten days before the end of his Eighth year at Hogwarts is when Harry realises that he probably, maybe, loves Draco Malfoy.

Who I Really Am by agentmoppet Words:8541

Draco seems to have changed since the war, and is insisting on making amends for his actions. But he’s still a Malfoy, for heaven’s sake… And, it would seem, a Malfoy with a certain kink…

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze Words:46201

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

Good Company by Greenflares Words:8223

With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.

Instruction For A Misplaced Slytherin by bixgirl1 Words:8579

Potter stared at him with an intense, indecipherable expression. He cleared his throat. “You know what? It would be easier to learn if you just showed me,” he said abruptly.

In which Draco has a crush but fancies himself kind, Harry is oblivious but overly ambitious (and the teensiest bit sneaky), and things get dirty really fast.

Slammed by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:2038

Potter develops a worrying habit of randomly wall-slamming Draco all over the castle.

Mental by sara_holmes Words:186678

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

‘Ohana by plumeria47 Words:11717

It started off so simple: sex whenever they wanted it, with no further expectations. But life has a funny way of turning everything up on its head.

This Is Fine by yesbocchan Words:3177

Eighth years have their own rooms at Hogwarts. It’s nice, Draco thinks, until he starts to notice the fact that Potter’s room is just in front of his.

The Morning After The Night Before by Oakstone730
Words:3599

Waking up after the Hufflepuff New Year’s Eve Party is an eye-opening experience for Draco. Prompt: Walk of Shame. Eighth Year. Warnings: Slash, Explicit, Language.

He Had Time by jeni_andtheafterthought Words:689

Harry stays up late alone in the eighth year common room until one night, Malfoy joins him.

Alive by FleetofShippyShips Words:3185

After the war, Harry is just angry, until finally, he’s not.

Vanilla and Sweet Spices by FleetofShippyShips Words:19699

After the others leave an eighth year party, Harry still has the rum he snagged off Dean. But the only person left to drink it with is Draco Malfoy.

Making Malfoy Blush by FleetofShippyShips Words:18320

Malfoy walks in on Harry in the showers after Quidditch and is surprisingly flustered. Spying the chance to embarrass him, Harry teases him at every opportunity to bring that blush back.

It’s all harmless winks and lip biting, and maybe a few heated looks; until it’s a kiss, and then another, and then Harry realises he never wants to stop.

If only Malfoy was as clear about what he wants.

The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna Words: 21436

It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. HPDM, oneshot, eighth year.

The Potter-Malfoy Problem by who_la_hoop Words:28939

The room of requirement’s gone mad — at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? Throw in Pansy the pervert and a clipboard-wielding Hermione, and things can only go from bad to worse. And that’s not even mentioning the pirates …

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:95752  

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

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101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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Imagine...Enjoying Captain America

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Request: Can you write a dean×reader where reader is really into like captain america and the winter soldier and dean keeps teasing her that she loves them more than him and just fluff?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Because some people asked ;) I’ll try to make one a month with all the fics I read (and like!) in the last month okay ? Also fair warnings : 1/ these fics recs will contains some classics because HELLO newbie here  2/ I mostly read rated M or E fics.

  ☾  The Price , by theroguesgambit : Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was. (18k, M)

    Can’t rely on me , by  Littleredridinghunter : Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows. The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most? (116k, E)

  ☾  Didn’t See That Coming, by knittersrevolt : Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him. He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day? (83k, E)

  ☾ Human is Just a Word , by lady emebalia (emebalia)  :  Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles’ agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he’s going to be. That’s a plus, right? (173k, E)    

  ☾  Just Act Normalby  zosofi  : If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward. (79k, E)

  Sense of Home,   by  siny : Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person. (53k, E)

  ☾ What I Did On My Summer Vacation , by grimm  : There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it. (118k, E)

(It’s damn too long ! More under the cut)

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Last prompt for @averca. I’m so sorry this is late! I’m hoping to at least get started on some of the other stuff that’s sitting in my ask box, and hopefully I can post more writing once I get out of school on Thursday. Thank you all for being patient!

Prompt: “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Will said as he stared at the building in front of him. It was a squat, brick structure situated in the middle of a large parking lot. It could’ve easily passed for another abandoned shopping center if not for the dark coverings over the windows, the enormous line stretching out the front door, and the sign beside the road that read: MELANCHOLY’S REALM: AMERICA’S MOST TERRIFYING HAUNTED HOUSE!

“C’mon, Will, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Cecil said. “I heard they use real chainsaws at this place. That’s, like, illegal in fifteen states.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal in every state,” Will muttered, rolling his eyes. Cecil ignored his comment and joined the end of the line.

“What’s your problem with haunted houses, anyway?” Cecil asked as Will followed him.

Will bit his lip and shifted awkwardly, “They’re just… stupid and cheesy, that’s all. A bunch of halloween bogus to scam suckers out of their money.”

“I’m the one who’s paying for this, why do you have a problem with it?” Cecil said. A look of realization crossed his face, “Wait a minute, you aren’t actually scared, are you?”

Will threw up his hands defensively, “What? No, of course not!”

Cecil smirked, “Whatever you say, Solace.”

After several minutes of waiting, they reached the front of the line. A heavy set asian guy took the wad of cash Cecil forked over and gestured for them to enter.

They pushed through a pair of plain looking doors and found themselves in what looked like an abandoned grocery store. The room had no real walls, instead it was divided by enormous sheets of black plastic hanging from the ceiling that seemed to transform the room into a maze of twisting corridors and cramped rooms. Multi-colored lights played across the space, bathing everything in a medley of acid greens, neon pinks, and electric blues. Clouds of dry-ice smoke covered the floor and permeated the air with a sour odor. Shrieks and giggles echoed throughout the facility.

Will’s gut clenched as Cecil grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a group of several other patrons gathered in a corner. Will peered over the heads of the crowd and spotted a tour guide at the heart of the assembly. The guide was small and had an impish face peeking out from under a curly mop of dark hair. A dangerous spark glittered in his eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a devilish smirk.

“Hello, hello, hello,” The guide said. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he were a cat searching for prey. “Welcome to Melancholy’s Realm, the most terrifying place in America. My name’s Leo, and I am here to take you on a journey to meet the awful spirits that haunt this place.”

While he knew that the speech was hogwash, Will couldn’t help the chill that raced down his spine as he listened to the way Leo’s words seemed to drip with a certain eeriness. His gaze darted to Cecil, who hung on the guide’s every word, transfixed.

“The story of Melancholy’s Realm is an unfortunate one,” Leo continued. “Long ago, there was a hospital that was said to have the cure to any injury or disease one could suffer from. People started hearing about this place of miracles, and soon enough they were arriving by the truckload, begging to be helped. The nurses and doctors did as they promised, and even those with the trickiest illnesses were healed.

“However, strange things began happening to the patients. They would wander out of their beds at night, say things to the doctors that made no sense, and they began having violent mood swings. The doctors did everything they could to solve the problems, but nothing worked. Finally, one night the patients suddenly climbed from their beds and formed a sort of army. They smashed equipment and murdered the workers, and once they were done, they collapsed. Bodies littered every room of the hospital, and even the police were too horrified to enter. Finally, they removed the dead and investigated, but no one ever figured out what happened to the patients. It remains a mystery to this day. But, many say that at night you can hear the screams of the dead patients, telling of their guilt over killing the staff, and how they were transformed into the monsters that destroyed the hospital.”

The story’s end was punctuated by silence from the group, accompanied by far-off cries coming from the opposite end of the room.

Leo cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. “But now, it’s time for us to discover the truth, and venture into the dark depths of Melancholy’s Realm!” He stepped towards the entrance to the labyrinth of black plastic and gestured for the group to follow.

Will moved with everyone else, making sure to stay close to Cecil. His heart thudded in his ears as they made their way through a narrow passage and filed into a room.

The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit the patrons, actors, and props. A hospital bed stood in the center of the space, covered by a white sheet spattered with fake blood. Two actors wearing tattered scrubs loomed over the bed, their faces hidden by the darkness as they murmured to each other in hissing whispers.

“This is the operation room,” Leo said. “There are some gruesome rumors about this place. You never know what might come out of here.”

Suddenly, a figure shot up from the bed, tossing aside the sheet as a horrible cry tore through the air. The patrons shrieked and all dashed for the door at once.

Will’s heart was thundering in his chest now. Blood roared through his ears and the room seemed to tilt dangerously. Without warning, his knees gave out, and Will felt himself toppling downward as the world sank into darkness.

The only thing Will was aware of was the rough caress of asphalt against his back. His thoughts were muddled, and the world around him was lost in a murky haze. He blinked several times to clear his vision, and found himself lying in the middle of a parking lot, gazing up at a night sky dotted with stars.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked.

Will turned his head and spotted a boy with raven black hair and olive skin kneeling beside him. “I-yeah, I guess,” Will replied.

“My name’s Nico,” the boy said. A slight grin played on his lips, “I work in the haunted house and I saw your group going through. You must’ve been pretty freaked out, though. You fainted straight into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Will’s cheeks colored, “Oh, I, uh, sorry, I guess?”

Nico laughed and waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.

“How long have I been out?” Will asked.

Nico shrugged, “About ten minutes, nothing huge.”

“And my friend-Cecil-he was with that tour. Does he know where I am?” Will said, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I’m not even sure if he saw you,” Nico replied. “He seemed to be having the time of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited as soon as the group comes out of the building.”

Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “That sounds like him.”

“I take it you don’t go to haunted houses much?” Nico asked.

“No, not really,” Will admitted, “I only came tonight because Cecil insisted. Honestly, I’m terrified of stuff like this.”

“You aren’t the only one. You wouldn’t believe how many people I’ve had in this same situation over the last few weeks,” Nico said.

An amused smile spread across Will’s face, “You mean other people have fainted in there?”

“Yep. My friends decided to rent this abandon grocery store about a year ago start a haunted house. I agreed to work for them so I could make an extra buck. Although, I hate showing my face, so most of the time I just end up playing covered hospital corpses like I was tonight. Our place must actually be pretty terrifying, though. The number of people I’ve had to pull out of there is shocking,” Nico explained.

Will shrugged, “Good to know I’m not the only one.”

Their conversation came to an abrupt end when will heard Cecil shouting for him across the parking lot.

“I’ve got to go,” he said.

He turned to walk away, but before he could move, Nico snatched his wrist. “Wait, before you go, let me give you my number.”

Will gaped at him and Nico averted his eyes. “Y-you know, for safety purposes,” he said. “I want to make sure you get home okay.”

Will’s face lit up like a thousand light bulbs, “Sounds fine to me.”

the married life (vampire!yoongi au)

summary: being married is never a bore when your husband is a vampire king + inspired by  “Stop calling me Princess!” “I apologize, my Queen.”

relationship: yoongi x reader

words: 11,361 (WHY)

warnings: mentions of blood/blood drinking of course, yoongi is bad at cooking, you being exasperated with your husband, implications of sex.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

a/n: something I started during halloween last year but never finished. happy birthday suga… I guess?


Your married friends had to deal with a lot of things; their husbands didn’t clean up after themselves, the sex was bad, or maybe they were too stubborn. And sure, you felt sorry for them, but you couldn’t exactly say you understood them either. If anything, the problems you had with Min Yoongi were… extraordinary. And the sex was never bad. But he was a little shit though.

From the moment that Min Yoongi had come into your life five years ago to now, there was nothing you could say you regretted. From the initial dislike, to the confusion, to the intrigue, to the fondness of friendship turning into something more, he had left you with something your friends could, unfortunately, never attest to: the feeling of a thousand years on his part of dormant love waiting for you that no one could ever ruin or one-up. How you got to this point, however, was quite the mirthful fairytale.


five years ago.

“You’re new here, right?

Keep reading

#3 I am flirting with you

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word count: 11,277

Warnings: Blow jobs, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk

Requested: Yes

A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,

Hope you enjoy :-)

The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.

“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.

“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.

“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”

Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”

Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”

Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.

Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed

Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked

“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.

“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.

“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.

Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.

“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.

“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.

Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”

Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”

He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”

Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”

He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”

“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”

When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.

The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.

She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.

Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”

She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.

“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”

That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.

He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”

“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.

He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.

“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.

Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.

Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.

Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.

“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.

“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.

“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.

“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.

Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.

Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.

Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.

Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.

“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.

“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.

With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.

He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.

The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”

Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.

Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.

“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.

He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.

“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.

“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.

“Pink” Calum simply said.

When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.

Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.

✨ H.A.T.E  ✨


Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 

“Fine.” 

anonymous asked:

I've seen so many Monster asks and since you have request open maybe you could make Reaper, Soldier 76 and Hanzo with a witch s/o headcanons? :D

A/N: I decided to take a different approach and made this a bit more fantasy fiction as well as not using the Halloween event skins. Also, I’m not very familiar with the types of witches so I looked some of these up. Hope this is alright!

Send your requests here. (Requests are currently closed as I’m getting through the ones I have.)

Reaper

Spirit / Hedge Witch

  • He was a lost spirit of vengeance when you came across him. Originally, having thought it was an animated scarecrow due to his pumpkin head.
  • Though, the energy you could feel from him was anything but a simple being.
  • He tried his hardest to scare you away from the woods but you would not be deterred. Wanting to help him from the start.
  • It all came down to one moment. When you pursued him instead, sweat on your brow as you placed an enchantment that linked you to him.The emotions of his soul rushed through you. His pain was now yours as you absorbed the negative energy he harvested.
  • A pang of sadness hit your chest, tears welling in your eyes feeling the pain of the man in front of you. “Why?” You sobbed while he watched you fall to your knees. Wisps of his body seeped from his robes as he saw the sadness in your eyes. His sadness. The hurt that tore him apart and kept him on this earth. “Why did they do this to me?” You’d cry, voice rasp with emotion. “The witch, why would she not let me die?” He watched you cry, wailing what his heart could never portray in this form.
  • After that, he visited you without malicious intent. Watching as you went on with your daily spells and activities without much thought at his presence.
  • In time you felt his soul grow lighter. The resentment and pain began to fade as you offered him your healing magic the best you could.
  • “I can free you, you know.” You spoke, turning the pages of your spell book. “I…I can undo the spell the other witch has placed on you. Set your soul free from this earth.” The Reaper, as he told you to call him, paused. His pumpkin head remained as passive as ever but you could feel him contemplate your words. “If you do,” He began, “I won’t be able to be with you.” The response left you shook. A silent hum of understanding as you both left the topic at that.

Hanzo Shimada

Dragon/ Green Witch

  • Dragons were creatures that could not be tamed.
  • You, however, had this particular dragon at the twirl of your finger. Yet, it was not magic that made him do your bidding.
  • When you had moved into his lands, he began to keep a wary eye on you. Though, when he saw the magic your performed. You left him in awe.
  • You healed the others that inhabited his lands, blessed the lands to be more fruitful and offered help to any who needed without asking anything in return.
  • When he first met you in person he was nervous. In his time, he’s met and seen many witches but none to kind such as you. Yet, you welcomed him in without any questions an
  • “Ah, you must be the dragon that protects these lands.” You smile, pushing the door aside for him. The dragon is hesitant before stepping inside your small estate. Plants and crystals lie scattered along the tables and windowsills and he can feel the warm magic they radiate. “I was making some tea. Would you like some?” He nods and you smile pouring an extra cup. “Alright then, how may I help you?”
  • He asked for a simple salve, something to keep his scale from chafing while flying. You provide it for him, blessing the salve with a spell so its properties worked much stronger.
  • You asked for nothing in return instead for him to join you for tea when he has the chance. A glowing smile and a gentle hand over his had him blushing out a yes.
  • He returned immediately the next day.

Soldier 76

Zombie / Solitary Witch

  • Soldier had taken residence with you when you had saved him from an incident with the townsfolk.
  • His arm, although torn completely off, wiggled in his grasp as you started at strange undead man at your doorstep.
  • You asked how he knew of you and he said the townsfolk spoke of you. He offered you his vigilance and protection in exchange for your healing services. Reluctantly, you obliged and since then he has followed you from town to town.
  • Like any other time, whether the townsfolk took well to you was rare. Soldier often having to patrol your current lodgings for attacks from outsiders.
  • When it did come to it, he was skilled in battle as you were in magic. Though, it did not mean he always came out without a  wound or two.
  • However, your magic was versatile. You knew the ways of a white witch and those of the dark but strayed from remaining in a certain spectrum. With your knowledge you could heal his physical body and mend his eternal soul from leaving it.
  • Over time he grew to be more than just a bodyguard. He grew to care more intensively at your well-being and you his.
  • “You must be more careful, Jack.” You muttered at the pale corpse. “I can keep you here but if this body gets too destroyed, I don’t know what would happen.” You shoot him a look. “I don’t want to have to go grave digging.” He snorted at the notion, saying this was his original body and any other would not do. The light of your magic fades as you finish your incantation. A giggle escapes you as you brush the unruly hairs on his head down. “I know, I know, I jest.” You stop to place a hand on his cheek. “It be a pity, really. This body has some pretty attractive scars.”
  • If the dead could blush, he would be as red as a cherry.
Onision’s Track Record: Underage Girls

In light of recent events, here is a post detailing Greg’s relationships with underage girls. Getting in trouble with the legal age of consent is nothing new to Greg and something he has a lot of experience defending himself for. I hope this sheds some light to the current situation with his forums and exploiting his underage fans.

Shiloh

Shiloh explicitly states that Greg violated the Mann Act, which is essentially a federal law claiming that it is illegal to transport women/girls across state lines for sexual acts. People are still prosecuted to this date for violating this law, a pastor was recently convicted in 2012 for transporting a minor to a state with a lower age of consent to have sex with her. Which is the exact same thing Greg had done multiple times with Shiloh.

In this screenshot, Shiloh recounts her abusive relationship with Greg again but with more details into his warped sexual fantasies. Near the end Shiloh mentions how young she was when she was taken advantage of and announces her fear that Taylor could experience the same abuse. She makes a point to mention her age being the same as Taylor’s when they began their relationship with Greg.

Taylor

Greg knowingly entered a relationship with Taylor while she was underage and attending high school. Greg met with lawyers frequently to confirm the legality of their relationship, while Taylor’s father objected that it was illegal in his opinion. The age of consent in New Mexico being 17. Greg and Taylor met only 10 days making contact online and had sex the first day they met in person. Greg obviously does not take issue with having sexual relationships with minors. Greg also married Taylor secretly from her parents only a month after turning 18! Which doesn’t seem totally underhanded and sketchy at all! /s

Side Note:

Billie joined their relationship in the end of 2015/early 2016 when she was 18 years old. Age of consent in Billie’s home state, Virginia, is 18. I find it curious that Greg seems to carefully check the laws before pursuing anything. He’s aware he is doing something morally wrong and knows he can get into some legal shit if he isn’t careful.

Also here is a screenshot of Taylor patronizing Billie for her age even though she was even younger when she got with Greg.

Greg like to harp on to the fact that a lot of his criticizers seem to point out the fact that he’s been in multiple questionable relationships with minors, and still feels like he hasn’t done anything wrong. The fact that this has happened not once, but twice shows his true intentions when it comes to children. Greg likes to forget the fact that teenagers are still children.

His Audience in General

OnisionDrama made a great post outlining Greg’s target demographic and why YouTube analytics aren’t exactly a valid reference when trying to determine the average age of an Onision fan. I know personally I lied about my age online from the time I was 12-17, which is the exact age range of Greg’s followers. Here we have multiple polls from 2012-2016 showing the majority of fans are indeed minors. Which is why most of the girls featured in his “body positivity” videos are underage.

Here is a poll from Taylor as well, showing most of their shared demographic being under 16 years old.

Sarah

Sarah is a friend of Taylor’s. They began talking when she was 14. After her sixteenth birthday, Greg and Taylor started housing her officially. She moved in with them around Halloween 2016 and has been there since. The age of consent is 16 in Washington. Notice how once again, Greg calculated the perfect time to move her in after she became legal.

Miscellaneous  Notes

It’s been speculated that Greg privately emailed Robert Casio to defend his actions and offered verbal support. Robert Casio being a convicted sex criminal after impregnating a 13 year-old child. Casio uploaded this video thanking Greg for his kind words of encouragement, but only referred to him by his first name and not his online persona as to prevent public backlash.

AntiSouthernMovement being a well-known second alias of Greg, left this comment showing his support of a convicted sex felon. SG also did a video calling Greg out which has more details of the situation.

What I feel to be pretty damning against Onision’s case of “dindu nuffin wrong” was the email scandal that happened in 2013. Someone sent Greg an email claiming to be a model/actress that would like to collaborate sometime, she mentioned being 17 years old, and attached a topless photo. Greg then pursued and asked for her facebook for more pictures and to communicate further. After this came out to the public, Greg began the process of covering his own ass at first by saying “I didn’t see her age!” then later changing it to “I never opened the attachment!”.

Another piece of damning evidence is how much Greg has announced that he isn’t a therapist. He has no desire to help his followers. 

He never wanted to offer guidance to his audience. He dismissed and out right ignored any fans emailing him for help/advice. But now he has changed his tune since it’s more convenient for him to act like his videos are therapy for those who need it, rather than admitting he was asking for pictures of minors’ bodies.

It’s also important to note context. Greg says the photos are harmless and nothing you wouldn’t see in a public swimming pool. The context of underwear though is that is IS private. Swimwear serves an obvious purpose for being comfortable clothing specially to swim in. Underwear’s purpose is to protect your genitals, it is meant for privacy, to be worn underneath clothing. The hard difference between the two is obvious, swimwear is public, while underwear is private.

So understand that photos of underage girls alone in their room, posing in bra and panties, will always been seen in a sexual context. 

So what we can gather from all of the above is:

  1. Greg has no issues being in sexual relationships with minors. As long as it’s barely within the legal limits, he has no moral opposition to dating children.
  2. Greg invites minors into his life and supports relationships with minors even as young as 13.
  3. Greg is aware of his demographic’s age and takes advantage of their naivety for sexually themed photographs of minors.
  4. Greg never intended his “body positivity” videos to be helpful. Greg never had any intentions on helping his fans.
  5. Greg is not qualified to comment on the health of developing girls’ bodies. Greg has no medical certifications nor any experience in the medical field. This includes therapy.
  6. Greg somehow doesn’t understand that you legally can’t make money from minors’ images without parental consent. Minors cannot legally consent without their parents permission.
  7. No matter how many excuses Greg comes up with, there’s no way he can talk himself out of being a hebephile piece of trash.

-N

It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

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“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.

“S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.

“What?”

The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.

“What?”

“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

Up in flames

A/N: First off, yikes. In this fic Sam & Jess have been together since freshman year at Stanford. After almost three years of dating, Jess finds out that she’s pregnant. They somehow balance school and parenthood and are doing a pretty great job at it when Dean comes crawling through the window Halloween night…This does not follow the pilot episode of SPN.

This is my entry for @daughters-and-winsisters writing challenge.

Warnings: Angst, character death.

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader   Sam x Jess

Hearing a crashing noise coming from the front room Sam leaped out of bed. He glanced at Jess to make sure she was okay before he slowly walked out of his room. Carefully walking down the hall, avoiding the creaky parts of the wooden floor, Sam opened the door to his nearly six month old daughter’s nursery. He reached over and placed his hand on your chest; feeling his hand rise with your breaths as he looked around the room.

Satisfied that you were safe, Sam left your room and made his way into the living room. However, as soon as he walked in he was attacked, he was quickly pinned to the ground but as he looked up at his attacker he realized it was none other then his older brother, “Dean?”

After a few more words were exchanged, along with Sam flipping Dean over onto his back, proving he wasn’t rusty, the boys stood and stared at each other. Sam was in shock that his brother was standing in front of him, he had a million questions which were interrupted when Jess flipped the light on.

“Sam?” She asked sleepily.

One awkward introduction and a few moments of silence Sam was about to question why Dean was there when your cry was heard from down the hall. Dean whipped his head over at Sam, wondering why there was a baby in the apartment.

“I’ll get her.” Jess told Sam with a smile.

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crossover au

SINCE EVERYONE SEEMS TO LOVE THE POLY AU WITH CONNOR/EVAN/MICHAEL/JERRMY SO I’LL POST SOME MORE HEADCANNONS

@all-you-see-is-nightmare-eyes HELPED ME WITH THESE

- the boys get progressively gayer now that they’re together, they hold hands and make out and cuddle and everyone finds it really cute?? (everyone as in heidi and jeremy’s dad)

- they have a specific way they cuddle, connor’s on the left curled up around them since he’s the tallest and the main one he’s curled up around is michael, his nose nuzzled in his hair. honestly he’s just spooning michael. michael’s arms are around evan, who’s nuzzled in his neck and has his arms wrapped around him and connor. jeremy’s spooning evan, nuzzled in the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around michael and evan and he’s holding connor’s hand.

- it’s almost impossible for them to sleep unless they’re with each other it’s crazy

- connor definitely dramatically drapes himself across michael when he’s playing games to get his attention

- “pay attention to me and your other boyfriends”
“just one more level-”
“no it’s late and we wanna watch movies”
“start one without me then i’ll be there right after i beat this i promise”
“you said that four levels ago, please?”
all three of them give michael puppy eyes; he can’t resist

- okay but evan’s never had a slushy before and michael is OFFENDED, so he grabs all of the boys and they go to the seven eleven down the street. at 2 in the morning.

- when evan first tries it he’s like “HOLY HECK THIS IS GOOD” and he drinks it way too quickly and no one has enough time to tell him about brain freezes

- HE’S SUFFERING BECAUSE “WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME SOMETHING SO SWEET COULD BE SO EVIL”

- turns out evan gets extremely hyper with just a small amount of sugar so everyone just watches him tired himself out and then connor has to carry him home when he crashes

- they all bought evan a bonsai tree for his birthday and evan treasured it so much that he wont even let his boyfriend’s touch it

- eventually they all end up talking about the squips and the suicide attempts. there’s a lot of tears, but they’re there for each other and they comfort each other through it, they make sure to be each other’s rocks.

- HALLOWEEN IS CONNOR’S FAV HOLIDAY he plans out matching costumes (they’re all dressed up as zombie mario characters) and he helps decorate everyone’s houses because he can’t do it at his own and he scares the fuck out of his boyfriend’s 24/7

- christmas is definitely jeremy’s favorite time of the year because he likes the cold, but also because of the cliche’s - mistletoes, matching sweaters, snow ball fights, dazzling lights and presents - it’s just great

- god fuCKING RUN from michael on april fools day he plays so many tricks on everyone and one time he put hair dye in connors shampoo and he came out with bright pink hair its a fucjing disaster

- everyone protects evan from michael on april fool’s day to be honest

- evan’s favorite time of the year is definitely new years eve because. like. everyones celebrating for their own reasons, and he has his own. connor’s lived another year, he’s been with his boyfriend’s for another year, he’s actually here for another year. plus, he gets to kiss his boyfriend’s at midnight.

- plus they all stole wine from jeremy’s dad and evan totally got grounded for it

- on their anniversary, they decide to get each other promise rings and give them to each other at the end of the day. they go back to the orchard with a picnic basket and spend the entire day there, talking and laughing and taking pictures. eventually they all pull out the rings and give them to each other.

- the inside bands of rings all say something different

- jeremy’s says “you’re our world and stars”
michael’s says “you’re our happiness and laughter”
evan’s says “you’re our calm in the middle of a storm”
connor’s says “you’re our beacon of light in darkness”

- they kept their relationship a secret from everyone at their schools, but when they checked Instagram that night, evan had posted a picture of their ring hands reaching for the sky. underneath it the caption says “All we see is sky for forever ~ These three mean the world to me and I can’t express it enough. One year already and I can’t wait for the years to come.”

- they all decide to post similar things on their instagrams, and it feels nice to finally be out and free to be themselves.

- the first time the boys went to connor’s house was to meet his parents - he had told them a month earlier that he was gay and had three boyfriend’s and his parents took it somewhat okay, but they’re really confused about it all. so they invited them to a dinner.

- connor finds out last second that they were supposed to dress up all nice, like tuxes and stuff and he tried to warn his boys but they were already there

- so now there’s these three awkward boys standing there in their basic regular clothing while everyone’s wearing dresses and tuxes

- at least connor looks good

- after that they spend a lot more time at evan’s house because his momma is so sweet when she’s there

- EVAN DOESN’T SWEAR OFTEN. HIS BOYFRIENDS EVEN KEEP TRACK OF WHEN HE SWEARS AND WHEN EVAN FINDS OUT HE DOES NOT HESITATE TO JUST. LET IT ALL LOOSE.

- “shit bitch tit fuck asshole” THEY LITERALLY SCREAM

- “you know you guys make such a big deal out of me swearing when i can have you all swearing and moaning in five minutes” EVERYONE GOES INTO SHOCK

- one night evan’s mom goes out on a date and everyone is SCREAMING BECAUSE HEIDI HAS A BOYFRIEND

- her boyfriend has a little four year old daughter !!!

- he meets evan and his boys and hes like “oh are you guys heidi’s sons?” and connor without thinking says “nah we’re all evan’s boyfriends” and everyone’s hearts stop for a moment but new like “okay” and evan actually feels his chest swell with pride and happiness and he just. laughs and says “okay.” back and everything is good

- he’s able to bond with all of the boys in one way or another, he talks with michael for hours on end just about how amazing his jacket is and all of the patches on his jacket and stands behind connor while he’s drawing sometimes and gives him some tips and when jeremy tries to cook he swifts by and gives him tips too, adding in stuff now and then secretly to help and with evan, well they talk all the time considering this man is dating evan’s mom, and really quickly evan trusts him and is happy for him and his mom

- HE PROPOSES TO HEIDI AND EVERYONE IS EXCITED

- all the boys are the best men no questions asked and they all wearing matching ties and tuxes and heidi’s boyfriend’s little girl is the flower girl

- after the wedding at the after party the boys lay outside in the grass and they’re just talking and watching the sky and there’s music faintly playing in the background from inside the building and they’re just so happy and calm

- jeremy suddenly says “i can’t wait for our wedding” and everyone is shocked but jeremy is just confused because he didn’t even know he said that out loud but when he finds out he did he blushes and covers his face

- connor is like “i would marry you all in a heart beat” and michael is like “we already have matching rings..”

- evan suddenly stands without saying a word and the rest of the boys stand too thinking they made him anxious, but he turns around and suddenly gets down on one knee and hes like “will you all marry me?”

- and it’s so cliche but every one of them say yes and they all cry

- here they are - these fucking kids, jeremy and michael at age seventeen, evan at eighteen, connor at nineteen - here they all are, proposing to each other

- they of course can’t legally get married but they all change their names a week later. they all sport the last name, Hansen-Heere-Murphy-Mell.

okay im done for now because my fingers hurt from typing

Shooting Stars

Sirius Black x Reader

Originally posted by nellaey

It’s their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Sirius wants to see her at midnight in the Astronomy Tower. They’ve met in a lot of place in last last year. Each other’s dormitory, secluded cornerns, empty classroms, or deserted corridors, but never in the Astronomy Tower. It’s not because they wanted to keep their relationship in secret; it’s more like because their relationship wasn’t serious. At least both of them tried to show this, as Sirius was playing around with a lot of girl and Y/N’s heart was an icy piece of stone from so many disappointment she had to experienced earlier –

but behind every stolen kisses, and every naked cuddles at late nights, and every ’You know I’ll love you forever’ what disguised as a joke, was hiding a feeling that none of them wanted to. A feeling that burns their chest and made their hearts beating faster, a feeling that forced them to smile if they made the other one happy, a feeling that made their legs shake with anticipation after every little touch they exchanged.

Y/N huffs as she steps in the slightly windy Astonomy Tower. It’s spring – the days are warm but the nights are chilly, and she scolding herself for came here without at least a light jacket. Her steps so light Sirius haven’t noticed while she was climbing up on the many stepping stones, only when she’s already there, standing behind him.

„I hope you have a really good reason to dragging me here at this time.” – she says with a little despise on her voice and a tiny, cheeky grin on her face.

Sirius walks closer to her with a smirk which is almost a kind smile, something that not a lot of people could experience from him. He grasp her soft hand, leading the girl to the railing when he stops next to her, shoulder to shoulder, looking up in the clear, stairy night sky. She frowns at him before turns her gaze to the starts too. She doesn’t understand.

„Are we going to stand here in silence all night long?” – she asks, not even realizing she doesn’t cold anymore as the boy’s body heat and his simple presence warmed her up minutes ago.

He smiles and looks down, like he was searching for an asnwer between his boots, before he looks up in the sky again.

„I just wanted to show you something.” – he starts, wrapping a hand around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice is low and almost husky as he continues. – „Do you see that star, over there?” – she follows his gaze, finding a bright little dot in the distance. – „It’s called Sirius. The Brightest Star.”

Y/N stares at it for a long moment in silence before a laugh burst out from her. These words sounds so unrealistic from his mouth. „So this is why you wanted to meet me here?” – her tone isn’t disapproving, but it still causes Sirius to lift up his head and take a step back, though his arm reamined around her.

„I thought it’d be, you know… romantic.”

Y/N looks into his dark, grey eyes; eyes that could hold a millions of secrets and feelings and he still could magane to hide it all if he wants. But not from her, not now, not anymore. „Since when you are a romantic?”

„Since I knew I’m in love with you.” – the words fell from his mouth easily, like every bit of them wanted to escape for a long time.

Y/N’s smile vanishes. She closes her mouth, choking back the urge of grinning wildly or confessing her feelings instantly. Biting her lip, he looking up at Sirius; the brightness and the confidence fading away from his eyes with every second that pass without her love’s respond.

„It’s okay.” – he said finally, not bearing the painful silence anymore. His eyes examining his feet again. – „I just had to say it.”

Her heart beating fast as she fights an internal battle with herself; she’s afraid, but how many times she wanted to hear these words from him? „Do you really love me?”

His eyes sparkles in the moonlight as he suddenly snapped his head up. „Yes.” – he nods, his voice sweet and honest, his expression remains worried.

For a split second, Y/N considered to run away from him, or lying that „Sorry, I don’t love you.”, but her feelings are much stronger than her. The idea for a happy relationship made her drunk, causing to forget there’s chance for pain too.

„Come here, my Brightest Star.” – she laughs, pulling him closer for a tender kiss, but Sirius’ lips are hardly moving on hers. – „I love you too.” – she whispers against his skin, her eyes fixated on his; a few long seconds passed before his lips finally moving for a smile, and Y/N kisses him again, though it’s much harder as none of them could’ve stop themself from smiling.


Y/N beaming. Sirius watches her as she hangs a small, ugly painting on the wall, right above the fireplace. At least Sirius think it’s ugly – Y/N loves it because it’s funny, unique, and this is the first gift they recieved for their first apartment. The house is tiny; there’s only one bedroom, but that’s enough since it’s theirs. There are no neighbors. A forest and a brook is nearby, and they can watch the stars whenever they want to. Because dark times are coming, and they need some peace.


Two years have passed, they’re nineteen, and they’re still live in the same, small house, which now is cozy and warm. Y/N walks in the kitchen, laughing loudly as the smoke fills the room. „No need to mocking at me.” – Sirius says in a sulky voice as Y/N made the light grey smoke vanish after his boyfriend tried to bake her a cake for her birthday – in a muggle way, since he doesn’t know cooking spells. Turns out the oven isn’t his best friend. She starts to eat the half-burnt birthday suprise, and Sirius laughs at her commitment, his enegry, his positivity – even now. She light him up.

Some days are not so cheerful, when they open a Daily Prophet during breakfast, and read the names – finding a friend, somebody they knew, somebody who always said hello, somebody who had to die without a reasonable cause. Maybe they just wanted to fight for making the world a better place, maybe they just wanted to survive, maybe they were just in a bad place in a bad time. It doesn’t matter, because there’s war.


Lily is freaking out, because she’s pregnant. She’s crying to Y/N, because she isn’t ready, because James isn’t ready, because it’s the worst time for it. Sirius and Y/N comfort them; everything’s will be fine, they’re just young, and it’s okay to be afraid –

and Lily and James finally calm down, and they’re happy, because they’ll have a baby.


They’re twenty, and they have to leave their first home to move in a safe place. Their first home, which meant not only home, but love, peace, shelter, and held too many memories about just the two of them, and even more with their friends. They leave everything there. „After it’s over, we’ll come back.” – Sirius tries to cheer Y/N up. It’s late night, and she glance up to the Canis Major before they left.


And she happy she did, because from the city lights they can’t see the stars here. Every morning before they left each other, every time when they separated for doing something for the Order, they’re prepared they’ll never see each other again. Still, after every minute late Y/N’s heart starts beating faster, because she holding onto a hope what never will let her go. And Sirius always come home.

Y/N watches in astonishment how good is Sirius with Harry. He never was a fond of kids, and she never could imagine him as a dad, but seeing him like this making her thinking that maybe one day they also could have this.

Sirius watches Y/N too, laughing at her when she’s too afraid to take Harry in her arms – „He’s so small!” – but once she do, it’s so easy and naturally. He stops crying quickly as she talks to him quietly. Sirius can’t take his eyes off them.


When they’re twenty-one, it isn’t safe anymore meeting with their friends every time they want. By now, mostly it’s just parchments and words, carefully drafted to not writing down anything too dangerous.

This is the first Halloween without them. They’re curled up in the couch, drinking hot chocolate, but Sirius is worried. „I’ll go and check on Wormtail.” – he says, jumping up suddenly as they haven’t heard from their friend so long. Y/N wants to go too, but Sirius convince him it isn’t safe or necessary – he’ll be back soon. He kiss her on the forehead before he left –

and never came back.

The next time when the door open it’s Remus. Hair disheveled, clothes wet from the rain, eyes red from crying. „At least tell me you didn’t know about this.” – he starts without saying hello, and Y/N doesn’t understand; her legs shaking from a bad feeling. Her friend tell her everything, and she couldn’t beleive – Lily is dead, James is dead, Peter is dead, and Sirius; even worse.

Remus catches her before she could collapse on the hard wooden floor, and now she’s crying, uncontrollably and without stopping even for a second; and he has to hold her face and almost shouting at her firmly because she can’t breath, she’ll choke on his tears. An eternity later she’s still crying on Remus’ shoulder before she finally find her voice,

„He couldn’t do it.”

But he doesn’t believe her. He leaves, and Y/N is all alone.


A month later the public is happier. The Dark Lord is gone, but Y/N doesn’t care about it anymore. She lost everything. Leaving the house what they called safe place, she moved back to their first home. It’s dusty and dark, but she can’t imagine any other place to live in now, or anymore again. She’s cleaning, and she’s okay, until the ugly painting above the fireplace laughing at her face; she seize it and break into tiny pieces, because Sirius hated it, and this was the first thing they have together.

Every night she sits on the porch, searching for Sirius’ star, and crying when the sky is cloudy and she couldn’t see it.


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"Do you love him?”

Summary: The “Do you love him?” scene, but gayer. Michael’s POV. In which Mr. Heere ain’t no fool, but he is father of the year. 

Word Count: 1,147 

AN: I know 0 things about weed and this is mad tacky so bear w/me, lmao. I don’t really know where I was going with this, I just wanted to add more Drama™. When I started I had a sequel planned, but I’ve since forgotten how that was gonna go…so, if you want a sequel, hmu and give me ideas!


He’d hoped it would feel better, burning this stuff. He’d been just high enough when he stormed inside to grab it that he hadn’t stopped to consider whether it was a good idea. But now, watching the limited edition Magic: the Gathering card shrivel and blacken in the ashcan, it kinda just felt overdramatic.

And maybe he regretted it, just a little.

No, he couldn’t think that. He was angry with Jeremy. Jeremy had been treating him like he was nothing for months now. Squip or no squip, Michael couldn’t allow himself to roll over and forgive that. Jeremy was the one who’d burned everything they had. Michael was just finishing the job.

“Michael!”

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Breathtaking In Black

A/N : This one-shot is a birthday gift for the lovely @foofoocuddlypoopsgavesokkaapples .  Hope your birthday is pawsitively wonderful.  In the spirit of Marichat May, this is a marichat one-shot and it is filled to the brim with fluff!  Sorry it is so extremely long, but I couldn’t help myself! I really hope you enjoy it Nav!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)

P.S. I will most likely write a second part to this in the near future!

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The Halloween Ball at Collège Françoise Dupont was only three days away.  Marinette had been working on her costume ever since the ball was announced in Early September.  A simple short black dress with gold embroidery along the sweat heart neckline.  A single gold bell sewn in the center.  Black ribbon wrapped around the waist and hung down in the back to mimic a tail.  A headband with a pair of black cat ears sewn to it sat beside her sewing machine.  Marinette knew she wouldn’t be the only Chat Noir at the ball that night, but she was determined to stand out.  All she had left to finish was the gold embroidery on her matching mask and she would be ready.                                                                                                                        

Wearing matching ladybug and chat noir costumes was Alya’s idea of course.  Marinette was more than happy to dress as her partner rather than risk recognition so she didn’t dream of objecting when Alya called dibs on Ladybug.  Of course, matching costumes meant twice the work on Marinette’s part.  Across the room, hanging on her closet door was a high-low red dress with small black spots dotted along the matching sweat heart neckline.  Black spots covered the skirt and faded as they traveled down from the waist line.  A red mask with five black spots sewn on it lay on a nearby desk with a pair of red fingerless gloves.  Both costumes would be finished by the end of the night, completely on schedule.    

“You’ve really out done yourself Marinette” Tikki praised as she floated past the young designer.

“Thanks Tikki! I just really hope Alya likes her dress.  I know it will look spectacular on her.”  Marinette turned to examine the bright red dress hanging on her closet door.  Alya had always looked good in red.  Marinette was sure that the polka doted dress would compliment her best friend very well.  She just hoped that she wouldn’t look too plain in comparison.  She was very proud of her work on the Chat Noir dress, but she still wasn’t sure if she could pull it off.  She didn’t exactly have Alya’s confidence.  However, she was determined to impress at the dance.  She didn’t want to impress just anyone of course.  A school dance meant male classmates, and male classmates meant Adrien.    

“Marinette stop looking so hesitant.  You’re going to look amazing! I promise” Tikki sang as she did a small flip mid air.  Marinette smiled at her Kwami.  Tikki always knew exactly what Marinette needed to hear.  The teen took a deep breath, nodded at her tiny companion and sat down to begin the intricate embroidery on her mask.

Two minutes into her careful threading, Marinette heard a strange thump on her roof.  That could only mean one thing.  Chat Noir.  Her heart dropped to her stomach.  The hero had visited her quite a few times when on patrol and she had managed to become good friends with him without her mask.  But if he saw her dress, she would never hear the end of it.  She could already hear him teasing her over and over about her creation.

“Tikki help me hide everything! I can’t let him in with these dresses out in the open!”  Tikki grabbed the red mask and gloves off of the desk and flew into the closet.  Marinette followed after her with both dresses in hand.  She quickly hung them both up in the back of her closet and shut the door before spinning around to look up at her trap door.  Sure enough, a familiar knock came from the door and she began climbing up the steps to her loft.  Marinette opened the door to reveal a young blonde boy in a black cat suit grinning back at her through the darkness.

“Why good evening Princess” he said with a slight bow.  "I was on a nice patrol around the city when I realized that it had been quite some time since I paid a visit to my favorite civilian.  Hope you haven’t missed me too terribly.“  Marinette laughed at his theatric greeting.

"Don’t worry kitten, I missed you just the right amount I assure you.  Come on in.”  He thanked her and walked down the steps into her room.  Marinette followed after him and the two sat down on her chaise.  The two often sat there and talked for hours about their lives and their hobbies.  Marinette was comfortable with him around and she didn’t think this visit would be any different from the others.  That was until she spotted a small piece of black fabric with unfinished gold embroidery sitting out on her table.  Before she could act, chat had already spotted the mask and was on his feat.

“This mask is beautiful Marinette,” he marveled as he carefully picked it up to examine it closer.  "Do you have a special occasion coming up or is this for a Halloween party purrhaps?“  Marinette stared at him blankly.  Not only had she left the mask out, but sitting on the table beside it was her open sketch book with several drawings of the two dresses and the accessories spread across the page.  She had been using it as a reference.  Chat stared at her with curiosity when she hadn’t answered his question, but all his confusion was replaced with pure interest as he followed her gaze to the open sketchbook next to him.  

"No wait Chat!” she called as she stood up, but it was too late.

“Princess… are you designing a chat noir themed dress for Halloween?”  His grin grew wickedly wide as he spoke.  His eyes flickered from her designs to catch her gaze.   How could she have missed the sketch book?  "My dear I knew you were a big fan, but I never knew you were this infatuated with me?“  Marinette rolled her eyes and sighed before reaching for the book.  Chat held it up high in the air.  "Oh no, You are not getting this back until I hear more about this dress.”  

“Alright fine!” she gave in.  "If you must know, my school is having a Halloween Ball in a few days and my bestfriend Alya wanted us to wear matching ladybug and chat noir themed dresses.  I know how much she idolizes ladybug so I chose to go as you.  Now give it back!“  she stomped on his foot and jumped up to grab the book as he flinched in pain.

she smiled at her victory but stopped smiling immediately when she realized he hadn’t reacted to her swiping of the book at all.  He was just blankly staring at her.  Then his face lit up and the wicked grin spread across his face once again.  Marinette did not like that look.  She knew it all too well.

"So if the dance is only a few days away…” he hinted before turning quickly to face her closet.  "That means the dresses must be mostly if not completely finished and are most likely hidden in there.“  Her eyes widened and Chat took a step towards the closet.

"Wait!” she called out as she crossed the room and put herself between him and the door.  "I’ll show you the damn dresses, but you are not snooping through my closet" she demanded.

“Okay it’s a deal.”

“Not so fast.  There is one more thing.  I worked really hard on both of them.  And honestly I’m still really nervous about showing up to a dance in a dress I made myself so if you could at least try to control your urge to tease me I’d really appreciate it. ”

Chat dropped his goofy smile and placed his hand over his chest.  "On my honor I purromise that I will not tease my princess for her beautiful creations even if it may be tempting!“  Somehow she wasn’t convinced, but Marinette knew he would never leave without seeing both dresses.

"Alright, ladybug first” she said hesitantly before disappearing into her closet.  Chat went to sit patiently on her chaise as she went to the back of her closet to grab the hanger holding the high-low red dress she had designed for Alya.  Marinette backed out of the closet and slowly spun around to face him.  Chat’s eyes went wide as her examined the spotted dress held out before him.  

“Wow,” he breathed before slowly reaching out towards the garment.  "May I?“ he asked before Marinette moved closer to him.

"Sure.  Just watch the claws okay?”  He nodded in silence and smiled at her before lightly taking both sides of the waistline between his gloved fingers.

“You really have outdone yourself Mari” he praised.  "Honestly.  You captured M'lady’s aesthetic quite stunningly.“  He observed the spots that spread from the waistline and faded as they reached the ends of the skirt.  He knew designer quality clothing when he saw it and this dress easily surpassed many of the different designs he’d seen over the years.  "I knew you were talented Mari, but this really is beautiful work.  May I see the back?”  Marinette nodded with a light blush coating her cheeks.  She really wasn’t expecting him to give so many honest compliments.  She delicately spun the dress around so that he could admire the length of the skirt in the back and the black bow that would sit at the center of Alya’s lower back.

“This color will look fantastic on Alya.  I wish M'lady were here to see this!  She would love it I assure you,” he said with a sweet smile.  He looked up from the dress and his glowing green eyes met her sparkling blue ones.  He noticed the stunned look in her eyes and the light blush across her cheeks.  

Pink really was her color.  

He wanted to playfully tease her so badly in that moment, but he had promised.

“Thank you chat” she breathed almost silently.  Adrien was a little hurt to see her so surprised by his ability to praise her.  However getting to see her blush like that made it all worth the pain in his chest.   “Alright,” she said more to herself than to him.  "Now you can see the chat dress.  But do me a favor and close your eyes for me?“

Chat was intrigued to say the least.  "I think I can manage that,” he said with a nod of his head.  His eyes slipped shut and he released his delicate hold on her ladybug dress.  he listened to the faint sounds of her footsteps fading as she walked into the closet once again.  He heard the slight thud of her closet door closing behind her.  Adrien took in a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement.  He had meant every word he had said about her first dress.  It was obvious that she had put passion into every small detail of her work.  

The amount of dedication he had seen from her only made waiting more difficult.  She had been rummaging in her closet for several minutes, and he was beginning to believe she was just testing his patience.  Finally, his cat ears perked up as he heard the sound of a door knob turning and the door creaking open just a crack.

“Your eyes are still closed right?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course they are.  Princess I never break a promise,” he assured her as he heard the sound of her foot steps slowly approaching him.  Her breath sounded shaky and her steps were very uncertain.  chat smiled lightly and whispered “Marinette you don’t have to be afraid.  I promised I wouldn’t tease or mock you.  You are an amazing designer and I am pawsitive that I will be blown away by your dress.”

Marinette took in a deep breath and smiled down at him.  He had been her partner fro two years now.  She knew he’d never lie to her.  "Okay kitty" she said as she took a step back from him.  "You can open your eyes.“  Chat’s eyes flew open as soon as he was given permission to look.  A few feet in front of him stood his dark haired classmate not holding, but wearing the most beautiful chat noir costume he had ever seen.  The gold embroidery on the neckline was extremely intricate and lead the eye directly to the small bell at the center of her chest.  He pulled his eyes away from her neckline with a light blush of his own before examining the satin ribbon tied around her waist.

Chat stood up and took a step towards her.  "Mari this is honestly the most beautiful piece I’ve ever seen you finish.”  His eyes traveled down to the ends of her skirt before flickering up to read her expression.  

Marinette was glowing.   Her blush had grown from a light rose to a bright magenta.  She had no idea why she felt this way.  Was it the honesty in his voice?  Was it the way his eyes had lingered at the center of her chest before slowly traveling down her body?  Her short trance was broken when Adrien reached out and gently took her hand  in his.  "Can you do me a small favor princess?“ he asked with his face now dangerously close to hers.  He held her hand up over her head and took a small step back to give her room.  "Do you mind spinning around for me?  Please.”  The low rasp in his voice was almost too much for her to handle.

Get a grip Marinette  she demanded in her head as she nodded and let out a hushed “Yeah, sure.”  She spun around one time slowly, holding his hand the entire time.  As she turned to face him she saw an expression she had only ever seen on his face when she had the mask on.

Pure admiration.

Their eyes met once again and the sweetest smile he had ever given her spread across his lips.

“You know I used to think pink was your color Marinette.  However it seems I was mistaken.  You look absolutely breathtaking in black.”

He took a step closer to her and their faces were dangerously close once more.  He was still holding her right hand in his left and he slowly brought it to his lips to place a tender kiss atop her knuckles.

Marinette was at a loss for words.  Normally she would playfully push him away with a sassy remark.  However, her mind had gone blank the moment he touched her hand.  She had never seen this side of chat when in her civilian form, but she was sure he had flirted with her many times as ladybug.  So why?  Why was this time any different?

While Marinette was silently self destructing, Adrien could not pull his eyes away from her.  Her growing blush was absolutely adorable.  He had never been able to get such a reaction out of her before.

And he liked it.  He liked it a bit too much.

“Can I ask one last favor before I leave?” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.  She blinked and forced herself to focus.

“Don’t you think I’ve complied with enough of your small requests for the night chat?” she managed to tease.

“I promise I will leave you in peace to finish your work if you promise me one last tiny favor.”

At this point Marinette would do anything to get a few moments to herself so she could clear her head.  she nodded and let a small smile grace her lips.  "Alright if it means I can have peace and quiet to finish the mask.  What’s your price kitty?“

"Save me a dance on Friday night?” he asked.

Marinette’s head spun out of control.  Chat was going to the ball?  He wanted to dance with her while in his civilian form!?  Only school students with invitations from the school would be allowed in.  A million puzzle pieces were flying around in her head as she desperately tried to piece them together.

“Well princess what do you say?”  His nose was practically touching hers at this point and she could feel his breath on her lips.  Come on Marinette just speak damn it she thought silently.  The puzzle pieces continued spinning around in her head as she blinked and attempted to form a sentence.

“T-that would be alright with m-me,” she managed to mumble.  Why was she stuttering!?  "The only problem is you need to be a student in order to be allowed in chat.“  She was sure this would cause his expression to change from playful to disappointed instantly.  However his smile only grew more devious.

"Oh I assure that won’t be a problem in the slightest.”  He took a large step back from her, breaking all physical contact instantly.  "I’ll be there so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it alright?  Besides, I want to see the finished mask.“  Marinette had lost all ability to speak as he chuckled under his breath and turned towards her door.  "What do you say Mari?  Is it a promise?”  He turned his head to look at her and she knew he was not leaving without an answer.  she took in a sharp breath and tried desperately to piece the words together in her head.

“Yeah.  It’s a promise kitty.  I will save you one dance,” she managed.  Chat appeared very pleased with her answer.

“I can’t wait princess,” he whispered with the same low rasp that had left her speechless only moments ago.  "Until then, I bid you farewell.  Even the most lovely of maidens needs her rest.“  He turned his head once more and headed up her steps.  Before Marinette could so much as blink Chat was gone and she was alone.  She barely noticed when Tikki emerged from her closet to sit on her shoulder.

"Marinette do you really think this is a wise idea?” Tikki asked, but Mari could only barely hear her over the sound of her heart beating in her ears.  Tikki sighed and flew over to her stash of cookies Marinette had left for her at her bedside.

Chat’s words repeated on loop in her mind as she slowly began changing out of her dress.

You know I used to think pink was your color Marinette.  However it seems I was mistaken. You look absolutely breathtaking in black.”

The next three days were sure to be the longest hours of her life.    

Part 2

@bottomtothetop I accidentally deleted your first ask but here you go - You offered three so I did three! *evil laughter* Dw I toned down the angst for this one, I couldn’t hurt my babies again. Thank you for the prompts! I’ll try to answer your other one as soon as possible :)

15 - “I don’t want to hurt you”
34 - “If you really love you, you’ll let me go”
37 - “Because I love you god damn it”

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In some way, Jeremy knew what he was doing was wrong and stupid and irrational but he found himself doing it anyway.

After the Squip was defeated, Jeremy had started to sink back into his daily routine. He was still mostly on edge, waiting for a voice in the back of his head to tell him what he was be doing wrong, but for the most part he had gotten used to his own free will. Ironically, Jeremy was now more popular and happy with his friends than he ever had ever been when the Squip was around and he loved it. He loved his little friendship group, something which he had wanted all of his high school life. But something was still wrong.

He still had the doubts. The lingering thoughts that he was going to do something again and shock everyone around him, ruining the friendship they had sprouted together. He was going to say something and without the Squip’s guidance it wouldn’t end well for anyone. He was going to hurt someone, like he had once before. He was worried he was going to hurt Michael.

No matter how many times Jeremy had apologised and Michael had told him that everything was ok, he still didn’t trust himself to not hurt his best friend like that again. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he left Michael in the same state he had done at the Halloween party. But without the Squip, Jeremy didn’t know what to do to avoid it. So he did the one thing he was good at: disappearing.

He started to intentionally miss classes and after school practices, using the Squip incident as an excuse to get out of talking to people. ‘Sorry, I’m just recovering,’ he would say to anyone who wanted to talk to him. It was for the best, that way he wouldn’t hurt anyone accidentally. But it soon got out of control. Jeremy stated to block out the people around him, not even acknowledging their presence. He was in a constant state of zombie. The Squip may have gone a long time ago, but he still had compete control over Jeremy.

Eventually, he was snapped out of his trance when a boy in front of him in a red hoodie, who had been trying to get his attention for days now, dragged him out of the cafeteria and into a somewhat empty hallway.

“Alright Jeremy, I’ve had enough,” the boy, Michael, said in a loud-whisper so he could hear him clearly. “You can’t do this to m- to everyone again. You need to focus! The Squip’s gone, you’re safe! It’s ok-”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He heard himself say in a monotone voice, as if watching the scene from afar.

“Hurt… hurt me? Jeremy, you’re already hurting me! Do you know how it feels to be completely ignored. Twice! Like hell Jeremy. It hurts like hell.”

Jeremy wasn’t processing anything his best friend was saying. If he did, he told himself, he might use it to hurt Michael. Hurt Michael…

“JEREMY!” Michael screamed, snapping his best friend out of his hypnotic trance for a few seconds. “Please! Listen to me.”

“Why- why should I?” He slowly replied, lifting his head to look at Michael. “If I do, I’ll only make everything worse! I ruined your life once Michael, I can’t afford to do it again…”

“No… no you don’t get to choose whether my life is ruined or not ok? All you have to do is be there for me! You’re my best friend!”

“And what if I can’t even do that Michael? Huh? Then what?” He stated a little louder than before to get his friend’s full attention. “Michael I’m doing this for your own good!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Jeremy! Please, you can’t possibly think this is a good idea-”

“Well what else am I supposed to do? Let myself run around the school shouting things that will get me beat up, that will make me lose all my friends. I have to! The Squip… may have been right. This is the only way to help the people around me…” Jeremy slowed down his speech, drifting back into his zombie-like state.

“Jeremy please-”

“Give me a reason Michael. Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t do this.”

“Because I love you god damn it!” Michael shouted, gripping onto his best friend’s shirt and yanking it forward so that Jeremy came face to face with him.

Jeremy should have processed what was happening right then and there. His best friend just confessed to him, in the middle of an argument, trying to convince him to give him the light of day. Of course, Jeremy only knew how to make matters worse.

“If you really love me, you’ll let me go.” He whispered, trying to turn away. He couldn’t do this, not now. He knew that if he stayed he’d say something or he’d do something stupid to hurt his best friend. To hurt Michael. Hurt-

Jeremy was suddenly shattered from his trance to find Michael had smashed their lips together in an attempt to save him from his own hell. It was far from a perfect first kiss between the two, for starters Michael’s glasses would have to go, but it was enough for Jeremy to understand. All this time, Michael wasn’t in fear of his best friend hurting him again like he did on Halloween. He was trying to help him. Michael had always been there for Jeremy and now was a more prominent example than any other. Michael had stood by his side until Jeremy had forced him to break away. But even now, after everything that had happened, Michael was there. Michael would always be there.

The two stood there for a few more seconds, lips pressed together and eyes closed just taking in all that had happened - a silent apology shared between them. They seemed to have completely forgotten that the school bell had just rang and that most of the students were walking past them kissing in the hallway.

Down by the lockers, a pouty Chloe slipped a $20 note into a smug looking Brooke’s hand.