ugh man i give up

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A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world. 

Until Sam goes out for a supply run.

Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans. 

Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.

The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”

Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”

For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”

I choose you!

Inspired by the @otpprompts​ prompt: Imagine Person A walking around looking at their phone. They get to Person B and aim the camera towards Person B’s chest/groin with a confident smirk. Person B is close to slapping them. They ask Person A “What the hell are you doing?” Person B replies with, “Sorry, but there is a PIKACHU ON YOUR TIT/DICK AND I MUST CATCH IT.”
@sterektrashbag @sterekzankiefeels

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Stiles smirked in triumph, shaking his fist victoriously as he continued walking through the subway car. He was going to finally catch this freaking Pikachu that had been taunting him for weeks, always popping up in the middle of the night when he should be sleeping and disappearing the second he got close.

He weaved around a pole, his elbow knocking against the unforgiving metal. He ignored the slight throb shooting through his arm, too intent on catching his Pikachu to care.

He increased his pace, skillfully avoiding the other people on the subway, praying no one else would catch it before him like last time. He still hadn’t completely forgiven Erica.

His phone buzzed excitedly in his hand, his eyes widening in anticipation as he watched the Pikachu pop up on his screen in all its glory.

Right on some poor guy’s lap.

A quick glance upward showed that the poor guy was also the most gorgeous guy Stiles had ever seen in his life, complete with sexy stubble and a black leather jacket.

All sense of dignity and self-preservation long gone, Stiles confidently pointed his phone at the man’s groin and smiled widely, ready to finally bag this yellow bastard.

Before he could do anything he heard someone growl, “What the hell are you doing?”

Stiles spared a quick darting look up to see the gorgeous man with the Pokemon on his crotch glaring at him, looking downright murderous. He looked back down at his phone screen and winced, well aware what it must look like he was doing, blurting out, “Sorry, but there’s a Pikachu on your dick and I have to catch it.”

Much to Stiles’ surprise the man didn’t punch him in the face like he expected him to, or ask what the hell he was talking about. Instead, he sat up straighter and tugged his own phone out of his pocket, eyes widening as he muttered, “Really?”

Before Stiles could react the Pikachu was gone and the stubbled Adonis in front of him was smiling radiantly down at his phone. Stiles’ shoulders slumped in defeat as he realized what had just happened, barely holding back a groan.

“Are you freaking kidding me?! I’ve been trying to catch that bastard for three weeks!” Stiles huffed, plopping down in the empty seat beside the man who had just crushed his hopes and dreams in an instant, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ugh, I give up. It’s a stupid game anyway.”

The man who had just stolen his Pikachu chuckled deeply beside him, earning a sharp glare and an exaggerated pout from Stiles. He managed to look contrite, sincerely telling him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the game for you. But it was on my dick, I kinda felt entitled to it.”

Stiles conceded with a bob of his head, gorgeous stranger had a point. He stuck out a hand as a peace offering, introducing himself, “I’m Stiles. Sorry about the whole pointing my phone at your junk thing.”

“Derek,” he answered, shaking Stiles’ hand with another blinding grin. “Sorry about the whole stealing your Pikachu thing.”

“Whatever, no big deal,” Stiles replied, unable to find it in his heart to be upset with the hottest person on earth. And no, he wasn’t exaggerating one bit. “But now I’m pretty sure you’re a member of Team Rocket.”

“Jessie or James?” Derek teased, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Well, you’ve definitely got the hair to be Jessie,” Stiles joked, gesturing toward Derek’s gelled hair. Derek threw his head back in the most beautiful punched out laugh Stiles had ever heard.

While Stiles was trying to refrain from drooling or spontaneously proposing, Derek offered, “Here, I’ll name him after you.”

Derek tilted his phone to show Stiles as he renamed his Pikachu, punching in Styles. Blushing at the surprisingly sweet sentiment, Stiles softly corrected, “Stiles with an i.”

“Oh, sorry,” Derek apologized, quickly amending the spelling. Stiles leaned closer, practically resting his chin on Derek’s shoulder, curious to see Derek’s other Pokemon.

Shooting Stiles a sidelong glance, Derek claimed, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Stiles snapped to attention and pulled up his own Pokemon inventory, trying to ignore the potential suggestiveness of Derek’s words. He turned his screen to show Derek, rather proud of his Eevee and his Ditto.

LittleRedBambi?” Derek snorted, sneaking a peek at Stiles’ username.

“Better than SourwolfHale,” Stiles retorted, relishing in the sound of Derek’s laugh again. His eyes widened as he looked through Derek’s Pokemon, spotting a Dragonair and an Arcanine and a― “Oh my god, you have a Ninetails?! How’d you get it?! They’re my favorite!”

Derek smirked and turned to meet Stiles’ wide eyes, casually suggesting, “How about I tell you over dinner?”

“Whoa, really?” Stiles asked, incredulous, feeling a blush spread over his cheeks. Derek nodded, smiling more shyly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Here, I’ll give you my number,” Derek volunteered.

Who would’ve thought that Pokemon Go would get him a date with a devastatingly handsome dork he met on the subway?

Thanks, Niantic.

Team free will-Twister


Pairing: Tfw x reader

word count:580

Reader plays twister with Team free will

“We should play Twister.’‘Cas suddenly announced.You all looked at him like he was mad as you lay sprawled out over Sam.Dean was flicking through a old dusty book and Cas was sitting cross legged watching you lying on top of Sam.

’'What?No’'Dean scoffed looking at Cas like he has lost his mind.

’'C'mon Dean it could be fun’'You shrugged before flipping over so you were now chest to chest with Sam rather than your back resting on his chest…yeah it all sounds weird but you were so bored you just decided to lie on Sam and he was to bored to complain.

’'What do ya think Sammy?’'You asked looking down at the moose underneath you.He shrugged before looking at Dean.

’'I’m in’'He shrugged.You all looked at Dean who rolled his eyes slamming the book shut causing a bunch of dust to shoot out making the older hunt sneeze.You couldn’t help but laugh which ended in him shooting you daggers.

’'fine.Whatever’'Dean sighed rolling his eyes again.Cas grinned clapping his hands together as he stood up and spread out the twister mat.

’'I’ll spin’'He called as Sam pushed you off him making you fall off him and in a heap on the floor landing with a 'oof’.You stood up rubbing your butt as your hair flopped infront of your face as you scowled at Sam.He chuckled making his way over to the mat.

’'Okay let’s just get this over with’'Dean groaned.


’'Get off me you oversized baby! your going to make me fall!’'Dean growled pushing his hand down on the red spot under your leg.

’'Shut up! I thought you didn’t want to play! Anyway it’s (y/n) she’s leaning on me!’'Sam snapped back.

’'Why don’t you just kiss my-’'You growled but Cas cut you off.

’'Left foot blue Sam’'Cas smiled not bothered by our competitiveness and bickering.Sam groaned as he shifted his foot.

’'Owh!Hey that was my face!’'Dean snapped.

”(Y/n) move!“Sam huffed

’'Shut it gigantor!’'You hissed back suddenly there was a slipping sound.You and Sam stopped quarrelling to see a pissed Dean on the floor.

’'Now look what you two did!’'Dean yelled aggravated.

’'Don’t be such a sore baby Dean’'You snickered he growled at you muttering profanities under his breath as he sat down next to an oblivious angel.

’'Sam get your arm out of my face!”

“Well get your hand out my hair!….owh! No that’s my ear!”

“Ah! Sam! That’s my ankle you idiot!”

“Move your butt!”

“Woah Sammy you shouldn’t be complaining about that’'Dean snickered winking making you huff out.

’'Ok ok ok…how about we call it even and on three we both drop’'You suggested now panting.Sam looked at you unsure before nodding.




There was a small thump and you grinned.“I WIN I WIN!’'You cheered dancing around.

’'Oh man I can’t believe you fell for that’'Dean roared with laughter as Sam glared at you.

’'Suck it up Sammy’'You smirked sticking your tongue out. Suddenly you were grabbed by hands as Sam pinned you down to the floor a smirk now on his face.

’'Ugh! What the hell man!”

“Hey you started it”



“Ugh! I give up!”




You all yelled as you walked off into separate directions doors slamming.Cas sat there in the silence.

“I thought people liked twister?’'He whispered scratching his head


swan queen au week [ out of storybrooke ]
∟ A year and a half after they get married, Emma and Regina decide to adopt another child. Per Emma's insistence however, they choose a ten year old girl instead of a baby, which begins to give Regina anxiety when they drive to Boston to pick her up, since at that age Henry wasn’t exactly the world’s most loving child. As it turns out though, Regina had worried for nothing, as the girl ends up fitting perfectly into their little family.


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