we were five years old again

If you have a lucid dream, do not commit any acts of violence against the things you meet

by reddit user professionalsuccubus

I had my first lucid dream at age nine.

I was in a decrepit neighborhood – rotting porches, peeling paint, Spanish moss hanging off dormers, the works. Mist swirled around my ankles as I walked slowly through the streets. Like an old video game, the horizon was both unchanging and unreachable.

I wandered around, in and out of the cobwebby houses. Although the streets were empty, the houses usually had a few ghosts floating around. There were a few children, but they were mostly old people, in various stages of decay. They never hurt me, nor did they speak. They just floated. Sometimes they’d follow me, but I never felt threatened.

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Imagine Laura telling Sherman about everything that happened in the movie. “Hey Dad so uh you know how Carm and I have been living a safe peaceful domestic life for the past five years? Well Carm’s ex Elle started haunting me in my dreams and Carm started randomly biting me so we went to an old house in Styria and the Bronte sisters were there and Elle sliced my hand open and turned my friends into piles of ash and we all got warped into a nightmare dimension but it’s okay she’s gone now. Also Carm is a vampire again. Oh by the way are you coming up for Christmas this year?”

The poor man would probably have a heart attack.

Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.


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TAYLOR SWIFT REPUTATION: WHO THE SONGS ARE ABOUT.

Here’s the answer, because I know the media is gonna be digging Taylor and labeling every guy about the wrong guy, so, let’s break it down…

THE ANSWER: JOE ALWYN AKA TAYLOR’S ANGEL BOYFRIEND.

1. READY FOR IT..

WHO IS IT ABOUT? We all know who this one is about…

Joe Alwyn

How? “Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so”
> Joe is younger than her last exes (Tom/Calvin.)

The song is also referring to the Met Gala when Taylor first saw Joe and what her first thoughts of him were.

2. Endgame

WHO IS IT ABOUT…

Joe Alwyn

Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy
This is actually the original line of “Gorgeous” a song that is obviously about Joe. Taylor ended up not including the line in the song, but, it was put in Endgame instead. Just from this lyric, it’s very obviously telling it’s about Joe.

3. I Did Something Bad

Who is it about… Calvin Harris/Kim/Kanye

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing
I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming”

Calvin talked shit about Taylor, especially after she dropped the fact that she wrote the song; “This Is What You Came For." 

I never trust a playboy“ is also referring to Calvin. Calvin at the time when dating Taylor use to tweet; "Hunting Season”
while in clubs looking at/for girls. “I never trust a narcissist
But they love me” is also a dig at Calvin… “Better Man” showcases Calvin’s ego-inflated narcissist personality.

It also refers to receipts, so possibly leaning towards Kanye and Kim as well.

4. Don’t Blame Me

Who is it about… Obviously… Joe!

“Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life”

Taylor refers to Joe as her baby in the song “Gorgeous” so, this is obviously about Joe, just from that line alone. Taylor
also refers to Calvin again, by the “older line” comment.

5. Delicate

Who is it about? Again, obviously, Joe!

My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…” This line is again a reference to the original “Gorgeous” line and Taylor referring to the fact that her Reputation precedes her. The song also references a bar, that’s where Taylor and Joe would be, bars… She also met him in a bar.

6. “So It Goes…”

Who is it about? Joe.

Met you in a bar
All eyes on me, your illusionist” Taylor and Joe love them bars, aye?

7. “Gorgeous”

Who is it about? JOE DAMN ALWYN…

“Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine
You’ve ruined my life by not being mine” - Sunset and Vine are streets, in-between those streets is the theater Taylor went to when she went to see Joe’s movie. 

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die” The blue eyes are obviously Joe’s, as Joe has very blue eyes while Tom, and Calvin
are very light and more green, same with Harry, bright vibrant green eyes.

8. “Getaway Car”

Who is it about? Tom Hiddleston.

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery” This is actually a reference to Tom’s comments he did in an interview. “It was the great escape, the prison break
The light of freedom on my face” this is referring to when Taylor finally got rid of Calvin, and it was her and Tom against
everything, which is why there IS a Bonnie and Clyde reference in the song, they were running from everything, Calvin,
the media, etc, while she was FREE.

“I left you in a motel bar
Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys” - This could be a reference to when Tom bought Taylor take out food while she was
at the hotel… He was also spotted holding that paper bag. Put the money in the bag, is obviously referring to the take out food.

9. King of My Heart

Who is it about? Taylor’s angel boyfriend, Joe Alwyn..
I’m your American Queen” Taylor referring to herself, while Joe is the opposite, which is British.
“Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars” - This is actually referring to Calvin’s Harris Range Rover, Harry Styles Rover,
Tom’s Rover and Jaguar ;)

Up on the roof with a school girl crush
Drinking beer out of plastic cups” In Taylor’s “Gorgeous” video, she’s on the roof, clearly drinking and Joe is recording her.

10. Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Who is it about? Once again, Joe!

I, I loved you in secret
First sight, yeah, we love without reason
Oh, twenty-five years old
Oh, how were you to know”

This lyric is actually bringing us back to the time that Taylor attended the Met Gala. She loved Joe in secret, obviously,
because she was stuck with Calvin.
Joe was twenty-five years old when he met Taylor at the Gala.
“So, baby, can we dance
Oh, through an avalanche?
And say, say that we got it
I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted” The avalanche is referring to everything around Taylor crumbling,
her reputation, her relationships, everything that she had, the mess, and her being in a bad position.

11. Dress

Who is it about? JOE!
“Our secret moments in your crowded room
They’ve got no idea about me and you” They were in a crowded room, which we all know, and nobody had no idea
about Taylor and Joe. 

“Now I wake up by your side
My one and only, my lifeline”
Again, referring to Joe, as he is now hers. Taylor also uses the word “gold” a lot in these
songs, more proof, Joe…

12. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Who is it about? Kanye West/Kim Kardashian

Friends don’t try to trick you
Get you on the phone and mind-twist you” This is referring to the very well-known phone call where Kanye stated multiple
times that him and Taylor are “friends”
yet, he tricked Taylor in the end, despite calling himself a “friend.”

12. Call It What You Want

Okay, this is obviously about Joe, I’m not even gonna bothering finding a lyric because we all know, lol…

13. Lastly, and finally, New Year’s Day.

Who is it about? Joe.

I don’t even have to explain ;)

There you have it, so if the media tries digging for clues and pin-pointing it
on random guys, they can’t, because it’s all dedicated to Joe.

softbludemon  asked:

Child Virgil and painting. He gets like his little edgey hoodie covered in rainbows and the others see it, but he looks so damn proud that he made it look so much more colourful n happy that they cant be mad. Even if he did make a mess in his room, and its all over his hair and face

hi bless you for this adorable idea

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“Virgil?”

Roman looked around for the youngest side. He couldn’t have gotten far. They were on an adventure in Roman’s dream world, and Virgil was too scared to go off on his own. Strange.

Roman called for Virgil a few more times as he walked further into the woods. He began to worry more as with every call he got no response. This was bad. So, very bad. Logan, and Patton were going to kill him. Thomas would have no fear, or shame. He’d be a carefree moron again, but permanently this time. They wouldn’t have their adorable little ball of sunshine to protect them anymore. They-

A tiny voice calling for him stopped him dead in his tracks.

Roman looked down to see a small child who looked a lot like the youngest side, but of course in child form. Dark eyeshadow under the eyes, purple bangs, and an edgy black & purple yet smaller hoodie.

“Vir.. Virgil?”

The boy who resembled Virgil said nothing, and instead glared up at Roman as he made grabby hands. Roman snapped out of his shock, and picked the boy up. He studied his face intently then turned to see where they were. Outside the dragon witches lair. On the door was a note that read, “I’ve put a curse on your dear friend. Understand what I want from you, and the curse will end.”

“Oh, dear. What have I done?”

Virgil glared at Roman, and tried to speak.

“You’re dumb, Pwincey. I’m nwever coming here with you again.”

Roman’s heart swelled at the sound of Virgil’s child voice, but no now is not the time to coo over him. He needs to leave his dream world, and tell the others what has happened.

So, with a heavy sigh, Roman reluctantly headed out.

Once he returned to his room he set Virgil on the floor.

“Uhh.. Can you walk?”

Virgil glared up at the prince yet again, and stumbled to his feet.

“I’m like a.. five year old or something. Yes, I can walk.”

Even still Virgil struggled, unused to walking with a small body, and almost fell.

Roman chuckled, and picked him back up.

“Yeah, we’re just gonna do this for now. Onward, little prince! We have some, hopefully not angry, sides to talk to.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, and rested his head against Roman’s chest, accepting his fate.

Roman carried him out to the common room where the other sides were sitting, and awkwardly cleared his throat to get their attention.

Patton was the first to look up as Logan was too absorbed in his book. Once Patton noticed the small Virgil he gasped.

“Who is that?! Where did you get a child?! Awww he’s so cute!”

Logan snapped his attention to them as soon as he heard the word “child” leave Patton’s mouth.

“Roman… What did you do to Virgil?”

Patton raised his eyebrows in shock at the logical side then looked back at the child.

“Oh my goodness. That is my child isn’t it? Roman! What did you do to my child?! I mean not like I’m complaining, or anything. He’s even cuter now! But what did you do?!”

Roman sighed, and adjusted Virgil as he was slipping out of his grasp. Virgil yelped, and made grabby hands for Patton.

“Gimme to dad. You’re annoying.”

Patton squealed, and held his arms out. Roman rolled his eyes, and handed Virgil over.

“I didn’t do anything thank you very much! That pesky dragon witch did!”

Logan sighed, and glared at Roman.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take Virgil with you. He’s Anxiety for crying out loud. He’s vulnerable. An easy target.”

Virgil glared at the logical side, and stuck his tongue out.

Logan smirked at him, and ruffled his hair. Virgil pouted, and groaned in response. Logan chuckled, and turned his attention back to Roman.

“I will admit he is adorable, but he cannot stay like this. Thomas is an adult. I imagine having his anxiety as a child would give him his childish fears again. You have to fix him.”

Roman groaned, and sat on the couch putting his head in his hands.

Roman lost himself in his thoughts for a little while then eventually looked back at Logan.

“I have to figure out how to do that first. I will return to my dream world, and see what I can do. Just.. keep him occupied for a while. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Roman gestured to Patton who was now talking to Virgil in his playful dad voice then sunk down to his room.

Logan sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sight. He walked over to them, and gave Patton a look.

“Okay, Logan. I figured out that he’s still kinda the same Virgil we know. He can sorta understand us, and still has some of his snark. Buuuttt he definitely has some child innocence, and a little bit of ignorance too. He can’t really figure out colors. We could teach him! Just for fun!”

Logan let out something that was something like a mixture of a sigh, and a laugh. This was going to be interesting.

So, much to Logan’s dismay, Patton got out his paint. He let Virgil sit on the floor, and paint some pictures. As he did Patton told him what the colors were, and occasionally what color would look nice where. Eventually Virgil got the hang of it so Patton left him to it as he watched from the couch.

Logan returned to reading his book, and at some point Patton dozed off so now Virgil was unsupervised.

After his third painting Virgil realized he got blue paint on his hoodie. He almost wanted to cry, but he realized it looked kinda cool. With his mouth stretched into a mischievous smirk Virgil took more paints, and smeared them all over his hoodie until he was satisfied with how it looked. It was much more colorful now. It kinda lost its edge, and angst, but he was actually okay with that.

Deciding that painting on things that weren’t paper was a lot of fun Virgil continued to smear paint on his face, his hair, and all over the table. He was a rainbow mess by the time he was done. And at that point he realized he was probably going to be yelled at for making that mess.

Not knowing what else to do, Virgil started to cry silently, and crawled over to the closet so he could hide in it.

Logan looked up from his book, upon hearing the door open and close, and groaned when he saw the mess on the table.

“Virgil Sanders you are dead to me.”

Logan sighed, and started shaking the sleeping side next to him.

“Patton wake up. Your child is in trouble.”

Patton stirred, and mumbled sleepily.

“My precious child could never do anything wrong therefore he can’t get in trouble.”

Logan almost wanted to laugh, but he was furious.

“Patton if you don’t get up I’m going to be the one to reprimand him, and I don’t think you want that.”

With that Patton jumped up, and glared at the logical side.

“Be nice to my baby, Logan. I’ll fight you.”

Logan rolled his eyes, and gestured to the mess on the table. Patton followed his gesture, and frowned.

“Oh, boy.”

“Oh, boy indeed.”

“Uhh, Logan? Where is he?”

Logan immediately stood up, suddenly realizing he hadn’t noticed Virgil’s absence, and frantically started looking.

“Virgil Sanders get out here now!”

Patton got up, and helped Logan search for the boy.

Eventually they heard a soft noise come from the closet. Patton threw it open, and kneeled down to Virgil’s level.

“Virgil! You’re a mess! Look what you did to your new hoodie! Why did you do that?!”

The tears in Virgil’s eyes, and the proud yet slightly worried smile on his face stopped Patton dead in his tracks.

“Oh, Verge. You’re too cute to be mad at. Don’t worry! We’ll just get you cleaned up!”

Patton picked Virgil up, and turned around to Logan, and oh man Logan wanted to be mad. But Patton was right. Virgil was way too cute. Damn, emotions.

Logans sighed, and started to take Virgil’s hoodie off.

“Thank god this is washable children’s paint. Oh, um, Verge.. May I take your hoodie?”

Virgil nodded, and let Logan slip the hoodie off. Logan smiled, and left the two so he could attempt to clean the paint off.

Patton smiled, and ruffled Virgil’s hair.

“Come on, buddy!”

Patton took him upstairs, and quickly got all the paint washed off him.

An hour, and a half later both sides were done with their cleaning tasks. They met back up in the common room. Logan helped Virgil put his hoodie back on then ruffled his hair. He then turned to Patton.

“Child Virgil is not allowed to have paint. In fact I’m sure normal adult Virgil, and paint would also not be a good match. Virgil isn’t allowed to have paint. Period. End of discussion. Thank you.”

Logan sat back down, and picked his book back up missing Virgil’s pouty glare directed his way. Patton noticed, and giggled as he sat on the couch placing Virgil in his lap. He gave Virgil his phone, and let him play some games.

The three stayed like this for a little while. Eventually Roman popped back up.

Logan looked up at him expectantly. Roman frowned.

“I was unsuccessful in my mission to find a solution. Looks like child Virgil is here to stay for a little while..”

Roman braced himself, expecting Logan to get angry, but instead he smirked.

“Well, while that is rather troubling, I will admit that I’ve grown quite fond of Virgil as a child. Maybe him staying this way for some time would be.. nice. Inconvenient, and frustrating yes, but I’m sure we can deal with it for the time being.”

Roman looked at Logan with wide, shocked eyes, but sighed in relief.

“Alright, I will still do my best to resolve this issue, but yes by all means enjoy your time with the little brat.”

Virgil pouted, and glared at the prince then did what absolutely no one expected. He made grabby hands for Roman with a pleading, not a reluctant or grumpy, look in his eyes. Roman smiled, and picked up Virgil who immediately curled up to his chest. Roman’s heart swelled yet again.

“Yeah, okay I could get used to child Virgil. This is adorable.”

Patton squealed, and hugged Roman so now the three of them were in a group hug. Roman laughed, and pulled Logan into the hug by his necktie. Logan sighed, but still happily wrapped his arms around them.

Virgil giggled, and whispered something he kind of hoped no one heard, “If you think the paint mess was bad you’re all in for a tweat.”

Logan groaned, and Roman seemed confused, but wore an amused grin.

“Virgil Sanders you are now officially dead to me.”

The other two grown up sides laughed as Virgil stuck his tongue out at the logical side, and silently braced themselves for all the chaos child Virgil was sure to make them endure.

~

ok so yeah since this was the first prompt i got i used it as like an intro story. all other things i write will be like unofficial continuations or something like that. cool? cool.

Painkiller

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 2

Originally posted by nellaey

„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”

„I feel wonderful.” – you whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.

„Good morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James grinned like a kid.

„Evans, what have you done to her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding the boys’ face.

„Well, you know… she had this horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”

„So, technically, you drugged her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts in your plate before started to build a house from them.

„No, I didn’t!” She protest, and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She can’t go to the classes like this.”

„Are you really want to deprive us from this? Look at her, she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius words with a long „Ooooooh” and made your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute one, you know? So cute.”

„Well, if you insist…” He looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present. Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”

„NO!” – you yelled, standing up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so, you know. That.”

„Calm down Evans, we’ll take care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”

Lily sighed again. „Alright, alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”

„What are you talking about? We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.


Ten minutes later you were sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed, you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital Wing…” – she repeated.

„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured, showing your drawing to her. „See?”

„That’s… a unicorn. We have to draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand with two creature.

„Right there, my love.”

Lily shook her head with a smile and continued his work before you spoke up.

„James, wanna know a secret?”

„Y/N, for your own good, I suggest you to SHUT. UP.”

„Shhh.” James leaned closer to you, grinning. „Tell me.”

You giggled before you whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m in love with Sirius.”

He let out a girly scream, still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and James.

„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell my friend’s secret.”

He huffed, looking at you next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”

You reached out and ruffled up his hair. „I can’t.”

„Keeping secrets from me and touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”

A small chuckle left your mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly love it.”

What was his answer, you haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there. Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.

„I think she really should go to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with him.

„No, no I’m okay, we still have classes.”

Sirius lifted you up from the ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep. Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world. Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned into yours.

„Mhm. Okay.”

He told the professor you feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a blanket over you.

„Need anything else?” – he asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.

„Stay with me, please?”

„Encouraging me to skip my classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.

„Like it’s big deal for you.” He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your eyelashes at him.

His eyes widened. „You want me to cuddle with you?”

„Pretty please?”

„How could I say no?” – he sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent made you relaxed and sleepy again.

„You’re so comfy.”

„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.

„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”

He laughed loudly and kissed your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”

You turned around, a hand pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.

„What was that?”

„I think you can recognize a kiss, Pads?”

You could felt his smirk against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”


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whatrparks  asked:

Heyyy! Love your blog, I've read possibly every fic under the "accidental relationship" and "pining" tags and was wondering if you could update one of them? much love to you people

I did the pining update yesterday and here’s the accidental relationship one. - Anastasia

Originally posted by edigarledezma

Diamond Side Down by hazelandglasz

(1/1 I 659 I Not Rated I Allydia)

Prompt 24- Accidental marriage

put a ring on it. by doctorkaitlyn

(1/1 I 1,120 I General I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up with a mouthful of dirt.

Werewolves + Alcohol = Married? by audrey1nd, RsCreighton

(1/1 I 1,260 I Teen I Stiles/Isaac)

What do you do when you wake up in bed next to your least favorite wolf and find that you got married the night before at your best friend’s bachelor party?

On the Other Shore by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows

(1/? I 1,765 I General I Isaac/Stiles)

Stiles and Isaac have started building a life together with Eloise, but they still have a lot to work through.  

That’s What I Get For Waking Up In Vegas by dontletyourheartdistractyou

(1/1 I 2,821 I Mature I Erica/Malia/Allison/Lydia)

“This is so much like the Katy Perry song,” she groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead.

“Really?” Derek asked. “I was thinking of the Ashton Kutcher movie.”

(In which Erica Reyes accidentally marries four people while vacationing in 9Vegas.)

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,207 I Teen I Sterek)

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Bacon Is The Answer To All Life’s Problems by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,322 I Teen I Sterek)

After the election results come in, Stiles uses his long weekend to go visit Derek in Nevada because running away from all of life’s problems sounds like the best of all possible choices. Shenanigans ensue.

Sealed with a Kiss by Inell

(1/1 I 3,628 I Explicit I Stackson)

The fairies seem to like to Stiles, and, unfortunately, the only other person they’ll even let around him is Jackson Whittemore, who he totally doesn’t have feelings for at all. Nope. Not at all.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 7,155 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Valentines Thing and Other Fiascoes by Pandaabeer

(6/7 I 8,705 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek has recently succeeded in a lot of things. He has a job, he has a place with electricity and heck he even has netflix. What he has never succeeded at and probably never will is relationships. He’s a sad sack when it comes to love. This Valentines is nothing new.

Or

The sequel to Valentines Strike no one wanted.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

(5/5 I 9,383 I General I Steter)

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Best Men by zcinmalik

(1/1 I 11,422 I Mature I Boyd/Scott)

Boyd, in a moment of startling clarity, finally feels the unnatural weight of the gold band adorning his ring finger.

To Form a More Perfect Union by WritersAreLiars

(3/? I 11,503 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles)

Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.

The Hangover by van_helsa124

(13/13 I 15,826 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and the pack visit Vegas to blow off some steam, only to wake up with no memory of the night before. After interrogating Peter for information they quickly realise that: Boyd is missing, a rival pack has declared a blood feud, hunters are on their trail …and, oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are married.

Steel Blue: A Fractured Fairy Tale by FiccinDylan

(15/15 I 29,251 I Explicit I Sterek)

The real reason Stiles and Derek stopped sleeping with each other was because Stiles was the first to break the feelings dam. For Derek, love and sex were placed in two separate compartments, but for Stiles, love was 9chocolate and sex was peanut butter, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were always his favorite candy.

He knew he’d fall head over heels in love with the wolf and he did. And he didn’t know if he could handle Derek not feeling the same way. So instead he agreed with Derek to remove chocolate, and add in the jelly of sarcasm and ribbing banter and jerking off alone.

It sucked.

But Stiles respected Derek and valued his friendship over everything else., he’d do anything for the wolf.

Oh, and he also just found out that he might have a twin brother that’s a porn star for Neckz&Throatz, but oddly… that’s the sidebar in this tale.

Fools Rush In by origamifrogs

(3/3 I 30,673 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Stiles wakes up in his hotel bed in Las Vegas, sticky eyes blinking open to the sight of a stranger sleeping beside him.

A stranger who is male.

And naked.

Stiles promptly falls out of bed.”

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek get drunk in Las Vegas, accidentally get married, go on a road trip, and find love along the way.

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

(20/20 I 54,259 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

The Purloined Letter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

(34/34 I 83,123 I Explicit I Sterek)

Kate Argent learns that Peter Hale has a letter, the contents of which, if known, would ruin her, and decides the best place to find it would be the hunting party arranged for the Whittemore-Martin engagement celebrations, but there are some issues with her plan, Peter has brought his nephew, the house is full of omega meaning everyone is watching everyone else, Lydia is not as happy with the engagement as her mother casting her eyes on someone else, her niece, who she’s meant to be chaperoning has eyes for a penniless Scottish Lord, and she’s not even sure that Peter brought the letter with him.

I’m so upset right now, I don’t know what to do.

Yesterday my five year old (read that again, I said five… it’s important) and I were in the car and learning about directions. North, South, East, West. My rear view mirror has an indicator in it and every time we turned we talked about which way we were headed. She seemed like she was struggling to remember even after getting it right several times. She’s been doing this more frequently with a lot of topics she knows backwards and forwards and it’s frustrating but I try not to let her know I’m frustrated. We turned again and the indicator changed to SW and she immediately shouts out “South West!!” I get super excited and congratulate her because YaY she gets it but then I hear a muffled “Oh No.” from the back seat and look to see her covering her mouth with her hand like she said a bad word.

After a lot of questioning about what the heck just happened, she finally admits.

“I didn’t mean to be smart. Girls aren’t supposed to be smart.”

Y'all. I almost broke down into tears right then and there. I asked her what she meant by that, girls are smart! Mommy is smart right? My FIVE year old was getting so upset because she had let it slip she knew things and I didn’t seem to be able to make any difference. Eventually, we got to the kicker….

“But boys don’t like girls who are smart.” She tells me, clearly distraught.

“Fuck boys.”

This, at least, gets the little light of my life to laugh again. She knows mommy has said a bad word and it always makes her giggle. I’m seething in rage that she has been taught to hide her intelligence already, but at least I’m not keeping her mood down in the dumps… I guess.

I’m not one hundred percent sure where to go from here. Honestly, I’m not even ten percent sure. I let the topic drop yesterday because I was too upset to make rational decisions and we went home and played Snipper Clippers… a game that requires you to think… and worked on the puzzle she got for Easter.

And then I read her a story about a bunch of puppies trying to feed themselves while their owner is sick because she is FIVE and can’t read on her own yet. She can’t read, but she knows boys don’t like girls who are smart.

We try so hard, to teach her to think, to problem solve. We encourage her when she’s interested in ‘brainy’ things like the set of gears she loves to tinker with. But I can’t control every aspect of her life. I work. My husband works. In a few months she will be in kindergarten and around even more people and children of various ages than she is now at day care.

And I can’t help but think about this child, who KNOWS boys don’t like girls who are smart…

What else does she know?

The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


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Driver Shuts His Cakehole

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Cas, Reader

A/N: I was working on the next part of “Not What He Expected”, and this little drabble popped into my head and demanded to be written.  That happens sometimes. This takes place after episode 13:6.

We were on our way back to the bunker, the five of us.  The back seat was a little crowded with me, Cas and Jack, but I didn’t care.  I still couldn’t believe Cas was back. Every so often I would look at him and just shake my head in disbelief.

I saw him die. I saw Lucifer stab him with an angel blade.  But now he was here.  Our family, such as it was, on our way home for Jack’s first Thanksgiving. It was our own  Thanksgiving miracle. 

 If someone had told me five years ago I would be hunting with the Winchesters, and sleeping with Dean, I’d have told them they were smoking crack.  But here I was, sitting in a car with them, Lucifer’s adorable Nephilim son, and an angel that couldn’t seem to stay dead.  Go figure.

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World’s Best Dad (Part 8)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader spends the day with Gracie before having an important conversation with Dean regarding their relationship…

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Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I want a cuddly Dean…

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SO I WROTE THE ANGST (which u can find here if u want) AND. DIED A LITTLE BIT INSIDE. But,,, it’s his birthday,,, I can’t just write angst,,, so… *throws fluff in your face*


“Morning, beautiful,”


Tony squinted, rolling a little further into the warm embrace that he knew was Steve’s arms and groaning softly. “No. Too early. Call back in an hour.”

Steve laughed, lips brushing softly over Tony’s hair. “It’s 11. I’ve been lying in for 3 hours, now.”

Tony smiled, kissing Steve’s chest as he did so. “Have you just been lying there watching me this whole time? Pervert,”

“Guilty,” was all Steve said, before rolling himself on top of Tony, elbows resting against the bed to stop his weight from crushing into Tony’s arc reactor. He leaned down a little, kissing Tony’s nose. “Happy birthday, darling,”

Tony paused, brow furrowing for a moment before it dawned on him. “You remembered my birthday?”

Steve shot him a look, part frown, part fond exasperation as he kissed Tony again. “We go through this every year, babe. Yes, I remembered your birthday. I’m slightly offended that you thought I wouldn’t, to be honest.”

Tony shrugged, pouting a little as he arched up into Steve’s touch, hands wrapping around his neck and mouth finding Steve’s. “Does this mean,” he whispered in between kisses, “crazy morning s-”

“Nope,” Steve interrupted, pushing Tony’s hips back on to the bed before rolling off him, grinning cheekily, because he was a motherfucking tease, “There’s food cooking- and the team said they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

Tony groaned, sprawling out on the sheets ad smushing his face further into the pillows. “But it’s my birthday-”

“And the team are going to come barging up here with pitchforks unless we hurry up,” Steve interrupted, throwing on a shirt and smiling as he crossed the room and jumped back on the bed, crawling over to Tony and covering his face with kisses, despite the man’s giggling protests.

“Steve, stop it, I thought we needed to h-h-hurry!” Tony wheezed, as Steve dug into his ribs and tickled, mouth moving across Tony’s face and strategically, covering every area he could find.

Steve paused, nipping Tony’s ear lightly before sitting up and sitting on his knees, still beaming. “Correct. Let’s go, Stark, get a move on, we don’t have all day- you’ve already spent half of it asleep.”

Tony groaned again, but allowed Steve to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up. He took the opportunity to slide his arms around Steve’s shoulders again, mouth on the other man’s neck. “Are you very sure we can’t just-”

“I’m not going to let you tempt me, Tony,” Steve said, biting his lip and unwrapping Tony from his neck. It looked like he was having a tough time believing his own words, but he kept firm, yanking them both up into standing and then maneuvering Tony until he was facing the direction of his wardrobe. “We will definitely be coming back to that later, though.”

“I’m counting on it,” Tony said, pulling out some comfy clothes from the bottom of his wardrobe and throwing them on. “By the way you’re talking, I’m guessing you’ve got plans for me.”

Steve nodded, watching Tony dress. “Yep.”

“Care to give me a hint?”

“Nope.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve excessive amounts of peril, I’m good. Medium amounts of peril are fine, though. Also no nudity on Clint’s part.”

Steve paused, but altogether he didn’t seem that shocked by Tony’s wishes, which said something about their lives, really. “I told Clint explicitly that no clothes were to be removed, don’t worry. As for the peril, I’m pretty sure there will be none. Although, you know, I can’t exactly promise that.”

Tony just shrugged, walking over to where Steve was sat on the bed and slotting himself between his knees. “Eh, that was pushing it anyway.”

Steve laughed, taking Tony’s hands and kissing the palms, before wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist and pulling him in, pressing his face to Tony’s stomach. “Happy birthday,” he said again.

Tony stroked his fingers through Steve’s hair, shutting his eyes and letting the sound of Steve’s breathing take over. 


Well. For about three seconds, anyway. After that, their moment of peace was rudely interrupted by four other people as they kicked the door open and piled in.


Tony sighed as he was rounded on and pulled away from Steve, who was just sitting there with a fond smile and a twinkle in his eye. The team had a very thorough hold on him, so there wasn’t much point in trying to fight them off. He just let them haul him up and carry him down the stairs, while Steve laughed and trailed along behind him.

“Which one of you creeps is feeling my ass?” He yelled.

“Apologies, Tony, there is no other space to hold,” Thor said, giving him a look that meant there were plenty of other spaces to hold, he was just a little shit.


Once they’d kidnapped him, it didn’t take long for all of them to end up in the communal kitchen, dropping Tony gently on the table and then pressing a mug of coffee immediately into his hands.

“Thanks Brucie,” he said, because it was only Bruce who knew how to make coffee just right- everyone else had yet to learn the art.

“Right! When do we get to do presents?” Clint asked the room, clapping his hands and then slow-motion punching Tony in the face, because he was a five-year-old.

“No time like the present,” Natasha shrugged, and then paused, eyes widening a little. “That… that was not a pun. If any of you mention that ever again I’ll break your fingers.”

Tony laughed, and Natasha saw, but she just rolled her eyes and smiled a little, squeezing his arm. “We had a long think about what to get you this year- it was kinda difficult, as always, to buy anything for you, considering the fact you are a billionaire and can therefore buy anything you so desire.”

“So we were like- what do you do for a guy who has everything?” Clint cut in theatrically, before whipping an envelope out of his pocket and grinning. “Why, you do him favors, of course.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, as he took the envelope from Clint’s hands. “This better not implode upon opening-”

“I can vouch for Clint, don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning on the counter opposite Tony and smiling. “No explosions.”

Tony nodded, and ripped open the envelope. Inside, there were three strips of paper, with hand-written sentences in the middle of them. He furrowed his brow curiously as he removed them, reading them quickly.

5 free passes to the TV, even when I’m watching it, because it seems 80% of all our fights stem from arguments over who wants what.

1 team-up against Natasha. Only one. She’s scary and will kill us both if we do it any more than that.

5 ‘leave me the fuck alone’ opportunities. You invoke this slip and say those words, and I’m gone, no questions asked.

Tony looked up, confused. “What the hell does this mean?”

“It means,” Clint rolled his eyes and hopped on the table next to Tony, “that these are favors you can ask- no arguments allowed- of me, contractually signed and agreed upon. Only for the amount of times it says on the slip, though, I’m not that easy.”

Tony stared at them for another few seconds, before a smile broke out on his face, and he looked at Clint, eyes sparkling. “Thank you. I’m going to savor the fuck out of these for years, you know. Save them for special occasions. Or maybe I’ll do them all at once, and make you my slave for the day.”

Clint frowned, but Tony pulled him into a hug and then let go, turning to Natasha as she held out an envelope of her own. “Wait- you’ve all done this?”

“Yes. Decided to switch things up for a change, you know?” She explained, shoving her present into his hands and then turning away to grab some food. Tony knew she didn’t like her kindness being acknowledged, but when Tony read her slips, he jumped off the table and pulled her into a tight hug anyway, which she luckily returned.


One by one, he received all the favors off each teammate- from ‘will let you ride on the Great Stallion of Asgard through the meadows of Gold’ from Thor to ‘I’ll get you coffee whenever you ask for a whole month’ from Bruce.


It was perfect and thoughtful and by the time he got around to Steve’s envelope, he was already feeling pretty emotional.


Smiling, he opened the letter and pulled out its contents. There were three slips, the same as everyone else, and Steve had bordered them with little cartoon drawings of the whole team. It looked adorable,,and Tony grinned up at Steve, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss before he continued.

The whole team were positively beaming, and everyone seemed to have forgotten how to stand still- even Steve was fiddling with his hands as Tony read through the first note.

I’ll grow a beard on three different occasions for a month- I know how much you want to see it on me.

Tony laughed, imagining clean-cut, lovely Steve with a scruffy lumberjack beard. “Yeah, I’m using the first one right now. No shaving for a month, baby.”

Steve laughed nervously as Tony continued.

You can order to me get to bed if I’m in a shitty mood and still working at the gym. 10 times, non-negotiable on my side.

Tony smiled softly, nodding his head. “That sure will come in useful. Thank you, Steve.”

At this point, the entire room was pretty much vibrating on the spot, and Tony was a little nervous as to what the last one was going to be. He looked at Steve curiously, eyebrow raised, and Steve just nodded at the last slip, biting his lip.

Curious and a little excited, Tony read through the last line.



This one isn’t so much doing a favor for you as it is me, but- you’d make the happiest man in the galaxy if you would let me have the honor of spending the rest of my life with you, as your husband. If you’ll have me. Unlimited offer.



Tony stared at the words for a long time. When he looked up, Steve was on one knee, and there was a ring held between his fingers.


He raised an eyebrow, scarlet in the face. His hand was shaking a little, but there was the same determined look in his eyes that he kept for battles.

Like Tony agreeing was ever going to be a battle.


“Oh my god. Yes. Holy shit, yes, Steve.”


The room erupted in yells and cheers, and Steve’s eyes widened in shock as Tony jumped off the table and slid down until he was able to throw himself at Steve, burying his face in the other mans shoulder and gripping the fabric of his shirt so tight his knuckles were white. “Yes, yes, yes, holy shit, I love you Steve, yes-”

Steve kissed him, cutting off the ramble, but they had to stop when both of them began laughing uncontrollably. Steve looked down at Tony, wiping the tear tracks off his cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down and kissing him again. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And I’m going to be the best husband you could ever hope for, Tony Stark. I promise.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment it seemed Thor lost patience and tackled them both to the floor, hugging them tight enough to bruise. Not that Tony gave a damn, mind.


He was marrying Steve. 


“Group hug!” The God yelled, and Steve was laughing, tears still in his eyes as he rolled Tony into his arms and leaned over him, making sure he wasn’t crushed as four other superheroes launched themselves on top of them, whooping and yelling and (In Clint’s case, anyway) removing their shirts to swing them like lassos.

Tony felt like he was dreaming. Like he was floating on a level of euphoria that anyone else had yet to reach.


He was marrying Steve.


“Clint, what did we say about keeping our clothes on?” Someone groaned, and Tony could feel the vibrations of Steve laughing on top of him, his face crinkled and smiling from ear to ear.


He was marrying Steve.


“Happy fucking birthday,” He said to himself, stealing a kiss before the whole pile rolled and fell down the set of stairs that lead to the living room.

the story of how isak discovers that even has a teddy bear

“Is that a teddy bear?”

Even jumps. He had thought he was being so subtle, smuggling Nas (his, yes, teddy bear) into the cardboard box in the middle of the room while Isak was in the bathroom.

“No,” he says quickly, using one of the shirts in the box to hide Nas under and turning back to Isak in the doorway with what he hopes is an innocent expression.

Isak walks towards him slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Yes, it is, Even. You can’t lie to me, I’m the master liar.”

“You’re not the master liar. And I’m not lying.”

Isak reaches under the shirt in the box and pulls out Nas by one of his legs (which, by the way, is very insensitive to the little bear) and holds him out towards Even with an amused expression.

Even grabs him from Isak, and holds him more gently. “Be careful with Nas!”

Isak’s mouth drops open in a silent laugh. “you called your teddy bear Nas?”

Even folds his arms, slyly hiding Nas from Isak’s view. “No. I don’t have a teddy bear.”

Isak raises his eyebrows, still giggling sliightly. “I can’t believe we’re moving in together, and I didn’t even know you have a teddy bear.”

“I don’t have a teddy bear? This isn’t a teddy bear, Isak.”

“What is it then?”

“The world’s best rapper,” Obviously. Isak should know this. And then - “Formerly known as Snuggles,” he mumbles, looking down.

Even looks at Isak, who seems to be combusting from trying so hard not to fall over laughing.

“Stop laughing at me,” Even pouts, trying his best to be mad at Isak (but how can he, when Isak is so cute?)

Isak coughs and tries to keep a straight face. “Why did you-” he coughs again “-why did you change it’s name?”

Even quickly places Nas back into the box and turns around. “We’ve got work to do, Isak. No time to talk!”

He busies himself with emptying his desk instead of looking at Isak, who comes to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Even’s stomach and resting his head on Even’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Isak says, and Even can hear the smile in his voice, “and you don’t have to be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not cute. I’m 194cm of manly and incredible.”

“You’re cute,” Isak insists. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t tell me you changed your teddy bear’s name from Snuggles to Nas and not tell me why.”

Even doesn’t speak. He knows Isak will persuade him to talk eventually, but for now he focusses on sorting through the old drawings on his desk.

“Tell me,” Isak whines, squeezing Even tighter, and then whispering, “I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“You’ll give me one anyway,” Even replies, because if there’s one thing he’s certain of it’s that.

Isak huffs. “Eviiiiiiii.”

Even rolls his eyes, despite the fact that Isak won’t be able to see it. “So, I was twelve years old.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve had Nas since I was three,” he pauses to snort, “He’s almost as old as you.”

“Shut up and tell me why you changed his name.”

“Demanding, much?”

“I’m glad we have a couch in the new place, because you’re sleeping on it.”

Even rolls his eyes again, and then says “I changed his name because I didn’t want my first girlfriend to judge me.”

After about five seconds of silence, Even feels Isak’s entire body start to shake with laughter. “When you were twelve?”

Even sighs loudly. “Yes, Isak, when I was twelve.”

“That’s awesome. Now I’m just imagining twelve-year-old you, thinking you were all that because your teddy bear was called Nas and not Snuggles.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

The Most Disturbing Things in John Winchester’s Journal:  A Comprehensive Study.

@jaredsnuggles made a really incredible post about all mentions of the boys in John Winchester’s journal.  It’s incredibly helpful for writing reference, and filled with genuinely heartwarming moments and an interesting glimpse into John’s POV.

But as someone who’s pretty infamously critical of John’s parenting skills, what I most noticed was the progressively disturbing way in which the boys were brought up, the responsibilities placed on them, and the way in may have impacted their psyches (performing!Dean, anyone?) 

So let’s take a look at some of the most blatant examples of the Winchester’s upbringing that would have had the Child Protective Services knocking on most people’s doorsteps, and how it may have influenced the people they’ve become.


1.  Encouraging violent, illegal, and womanizing behavior:  

  • Dean turns fourteen today. He took off to the movies with a girlfriend. I think her name is Katie. Quite the ladykiller, that kid. Like I was at his age. Hell-raising, foul-mouthed, full of piss and vinegar. Silas had it right: he’s like me. If I’m not careful with him, by the time he’s twenty he’ll have left a trail of kids and arrest warrants all over the country. 

For some reference, Dean was not “a lady killer” at that age.  He was fourteen at the time, and didn’t even have his first kiss until he was at the boy’s home (where John dropped him) at age sixteen.  
At fourteen, he was still a child, having a presumably very chaste relationship with another child, seeing as it didn’t even involve the rudimentary making out.

  • Dean turns twenty-one today. I’d buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He’s also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and looks like I did. He’s a scam artist, a ladies’ man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what’s right and doesn’t hesitate to do it. I’m proud of him. Now that he’s hunting on his own I don’t see as much of him, but I know he’s out there. When I call him in on a job, he’s right there every time. I’ve spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.

This one is just messed up on multiple levels.  For one thing, there’s a lot of talk about “performing!Dean” within the fandom, and it’s easy to see where that persona comes from:  this, along with his ability to shoot, kill, and protect Sam, is one of the few times John expresses overt pride in Dean.  Of course a child/young man struggling to garner his father’s affection and approval would adopt the most suitable persona possible to do so.

It’s my opinion that Dean, at his heart, isn’t a “scam artist” or a “ladies’ man:”  he’s a homebody who loves to cook and clean and take care of people, with a lot of traditionally feminine characteristics.  He can also be interpreted as having a lot of internalized same-sex attraction.

Would John have accepted that?  From what I’ve seen, probably not.  Performing!Dean is just the son John wanted. 

2.  Age-inappropriate responsibility/obsessive behavior:

  • I took the boys, said good-bye to Missouri, and got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it’ll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go home. But we don’t have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better. We don’t have a home until we find what killed your mother. 

The fact that it was hammered into Dean’s brain that they didn’t, and would not, have a home for the foreseeable future would have been a tremendous blow to a child’s psyche – particularly when it was just mentioned that he wasn’t speaking or leaving John or Sam’s side less than a month prior.

  • I’ll hunt, and the boys will hunt, and we will find whatever killed Mary and we will send it to Hell. And on the way, we will kill every monster and ghoul and ghost and demon and anything else. My boys will not grow up to experience what I have. They will not lose what I have lost. 

As always, his intentions are clearly good here, but for some reference, this was 1983.  The same year Mary died.  Dean was four, Sam was an infant, and he’s already decided that they can and will hunt.

  • Took Dean shooting. If he’s big enough to try to comfort me, he’s big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it’ll be different with Sammy. Maybe he’s just too young to show it, but I don’t think he’s got the same kind of killer instinct. 

There are two disturbing things going on here:  Dean is being taught to kill at age six, and John’s reasoning is the fact that because he’s old enough to serve as emotional provider for a fully grown man, he should be able to.  And also, there’s something about a six-year-old having a “killer instinct” that just sounds incongruous to me.

This is also one of the few times he expresses genuine pride in Dean.

  • For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns—that’s what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card. It was like a normal day, like we were a normal family with a mom who was off shopping or at work or something. Instead of dead. That illusion never lasts. I can’t afford to let it. 
  • Sammy is five today. Thank God. He almost didn’t make it. I could blame Dean, but it’s my fault. There’s enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn’t pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven’t taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die.

The fact that he’s blaming his nine-year-old son for his inability to kill, subconsciously or otherwise, in addition to putting a nine-year-old in a situation where he’d need to kill, is disconcerting to say the least. 

  • Last night, Sammy woke up in the middle of the night telling me he was afraid of the thing in the closet. I went and looked. There was nothing in the closet, but I’ve seen too much not to believe that there could be. So I handed Sammy the .45 and told him the next time he saw the thing in the closet, he knew what to do. I don’t think I’ll win any awards from parenting organizations, but five nights running now Sammy has slept without nightmares. Sometimes a .45 under your pillow is all you need. 

Sammy is sixteen years old today. God knows he’s got plenty of torments. Now he’s got a driver’s license, too. Doesn’t make much difference. He’s known how to drive since he was nine.

3.  Neglect:

  • Mary, you know I would never leave the boys with strangers I couldn’t trust. You know that, right? I never would. 

The fact that he is apparently leaving them with strangers, regardless of whether or not they’re “trustworthy,” when at this point they are still toddlers, is by definition neglectful behavior.

4.  Paranoia/controlling behavior: 

  • Dean turns five today. I was thinking about where we’re going to be in the fall, because he should start school. Then I realized that I can’t leave him in a school. Anything could happen. Maybe a place that has half-day kindergarten. Maybe that I could do. I know I should. I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don’t know how to fileld-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn’t either, yet. But he’s learning. He’s got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he’ll need it. 

I was a homeschooled kid myself, but the fact that John kept Dean isolated and out of academic environments in order to protect him strikes me as paranoid and controlling, as well as bad for Dean’s psyche.  

He’s also been using guns at around five years old.  I’m not even against guns, but that’s just messed up.

  • Dean turns twenty today. He’s in Ohio somewhere, hasn’t called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He’s supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical. 
  • Sammy is eighteen years old today. Surprised he didn’t take off. We’re not getting along too well. He hunts when we need him to, but he’s never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean’s never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn’t act like it. He’s playing the role he was born to play. Sammy’s the younger brother. He doesn’t know what his role is, even though I can tell him until I’m blue in the face and we’re both ready to kill each other. He’s got one more year of school and then I’m drafting him full-time into the family business. I’ve given him more slack than I ever gave Dean, more than I would have ever gotten from my dad. He needed it. Now he’s a grown man, or almost. Time for him to step into what’s expected of him. Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while. But Sammy still believes he can have a normal life, but they’re both more useful to the world as hunters than … what, lawyers? Dentists? Sammy’s convinced himself that smart kids have to go to college. Part of my job is to convince him that college would be a waste of his smarts. And I gotta hand it to him on the brains front: there’s nothing he can’t find on the computer. I still dig around in actual books, libraries, newspapers. It’s all keystrokes and search words for Sammy. He’s done a good job hiding our trail on all the credit cards. 

John never leaves an option for Sam or Dean to be anything other than “what’s expected of them.”  He never asks them what they want to do with their life, or considers their opinions valid.  

This is one of the later entries, so it’s clear John has had a long time to settle himself into his extremist way of thinking, but it’s still disturbing and sad.

  • Sam graduated. He didn’t go to the ceremony. I think he’s still carrying a grudge that it took him an extra year. What do you want me to do, Sammy? Should we have stayed in Lawrence while whatever killed your mother came back for you? Should we have sat around fat, dumb, and happy even though war had been declared? How long would we have lasted that way? 
  • Sam left. I told him that if he was going, it was permanent. I meant it. 

  • Dean turns twenty-four today. I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it’s not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing. Then we’ll all be free of your mother’s ghost. We’ll be able to live normal lives. But maybe not. Maybe we’ve all been hunters too long now. 

It’s clear that John didn’t consider his children autonomous adults, and expected them to blindly obey his authority.  He also considers them complicit in his “war,” even though they were both very small children at the time.


In closing, it’s clear from the other entries that John loves his boys.  But as I’ve pointed out before, you can love someone and still be thoroughly toxic, abusive, and bad for them.  John’s parenting and projection onto Dean is probably the reason why he’s so uncomfortable with his own femininity (and ~possible~ bisexuality), and why he feels so continuously obligated to prove himself as a Scam Artist and Ladies’ Man™.  

Even Sam, heartbreakingly, has finally internalized the message that he can never be anything other than a hunter, when he clearly at one point wanted to do otherwise.  

So while John could, and did, have a lot of redeeming qualities, and wound up sacrificing himself for his son’s benefit, I hope this will lay to rest the debate about whether or not he was a good father.

Seokjin Scenario: Push and Pull.

Request: A scenario where you & jin are both single parents who meet a grocery where you both unfortunately fight over a meat on sale. Jin gives up upon realizing how cute you looked and you both always “accidentally” met up time to time at the grocery until you guys become friends sharing the same sentiments as single parents. An unexpected love story blooms between the 2 of you through your kids who were daycare friends. Also can the kids be 95z if its okay?Tnx*u*

Genre: Fluff / Family


How dared he? You looked offended at the hand holding the same meat package than you, but the thing was that it wasn’t any meat , it was the last one at the shelf, it was your son’s only favorite, and it was on sale nonetheless. You weren’t about to give it up just yet because you’d promised it to Jimin for dinner, and if he hadn’t insisted in getting one of those little children carts for himself  you would have arrived first than that man, he seemed apologetic but decided and you took a deep breath, smiling charmingly to him with your best friendly smile.

–Hi, I’m sorry, but I really need this for tonight – you told him, his eyes focused on you, he had nice eyes and he seemed like a nice guy too, then he smiled as charmingly as you did, nodding to your words and still holding the meat.

–Hi, I really need it too… – the man said and Jimin who had been holding onto the edge of your dress with one little hand gasped.

–Oh… but it’s my son’s favorite – Jimin was your best played card right there, if the man cared to look down at your son sucking on his lollipop how could he say no to those precious eyes and chubby cheeks? Jimin was a little angel looking from you to the man with attentive eyes.

The man looked at Jimin then and you saw his decision faltering a little. –It’s my son’s favorite too and he’s such a picky boy to eat…– the man sighed and then you saw his son, a lanky boy most probably around Jimin’s age, peeking behind his father’s legs, with his hair sticking up weirdly in some places and mismatched clothes, sucking on a carton of banana milk and inspecting Jimin interested. He was oddly cute and then you understood the man, you’d been trying to get Jimin to eat properly too and that could sometimes become troublesome with a five years old kid.

–Are we not having dinner tonight mommy? – your son tugged at your dress and Jin felt like a villain, you laughed softly and ruffled his hair with a comforting smile.

–Of course we will Jiminie, just maybe not what you wanted –

There was a sad expression taking over your son’s face and Jin sighed once again, it wasn’t like he went around checking out every mom at the super market but you were quite the sight, and if he’d seen you before seeing that meat then he would have most probably stayed frozen somewhere in the path to the refrigerators. Your look combined with your son’s cuteness was a rather strong contender. Your son was cute and Jin was certain that he got it from you, you were too pretty and he felt like a dumbass.

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Angel Baby

Anonymous submitted: Could you please write a prompt where little Bree asks Claire for a sister, Claire tells her about Faith but Frank overhears and confronts Claire? Thanks :)


“Mama?” Bree’s voice was timid and quiet, not her usual loud and enthusiastic self. 

“Yes, my love?” I smiled and pulled her into an embrace, her sweet curls tickling my nose as she melded into my chest.

“Why don’t I have a baby brother or sister? Can we get one?” Her voice was muffled by my blouse, but I understood perfectly. My heart clenched at the thought of another child, the longing of a future lost beyond time. 

Pressing a kiss to Bree’s head, I held her tighter, “You did have a sister, love.” 

“I did? Where is she now? Why do you and daddy not talk about her? I want to meet her!” The child’s rapid fire questioning bringing back her normal enthusiasm and vividness. 

“You did indeed, my love. Your sister…” I trailed off fighting back the swell of emotion in my throat. “Your sister lives with the angels. You know where that is?”

With a quick jerk of her head, bright, wide blue eyes met mine. “She’s in heaven?” A wrinkle formed between her brows. “Why is she there? Did something bad happen to her? Can she come back? She’s my sister, I don’t want her there.”

I let out a laugh, “I’m sure you don’t want her there, and I don’t either, but we don’t have a choice when it comes to living with the angels. Sometimes the angels visit us here, but other times we go to them and when we do, we don’t come back. Where the angels live is bright, beautiful, and safe. They only let the best and most special people live with them.”

Bree’s face wrinkled deeper in confusion. “But why?” 

“When your sister was born,” I started, smoothing back a lock of her hair. “She was very sick and so was Mummy. The Angels decided to take her in and keep her safe since I couldn’t and your father couldn’t either. Sometimes, people–and babies–are so sick that the only way for them to find peace is to go live with the angels. Do you understand?”

Bree slowly lifted her head up then down in an exaggerated nod. “So my sister was really sick and the angels decided to take care of her?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Does that mean she’s an angel as well?” Her question startled me, her perceptiveness and wit more than I could have imagined.

“Yes, darling girl. Your sister is an angel now.” 

“That makes me sad,” Bree said, burrowing her face in my neck. 

“How so?” I whispered, stroking her back as I started to unconsciously rock us from side to side. 

“I’ll never get to play with her, and she’ll never get to play with me.” She trailed off, caught up in her own sudden grief. 

For several moments we sat together, rocking in silence, and taking in each other’s comfort. 

“Was Daddy sad, too?” She asked. 

I hesitated, wondering how best to explain to her that who she calls daddy is not the man who fathered her, nor the man who was devastated by the loss of his firstborn. “Your father was sad, yes. However, let’s not mention this to daddy okay love?” 

Her forehead rubbed against my neck in quick assent. “Okay, but mama?

“Yes, my love? What is it?”

“What was my sister’s name?”

“Faith. Her name was Faith.” 

Bree nodded again and snuggled deeper. “I know you must be sad about Faith mama, but can I have another sister? Even if she can never replace Faith, I’d still like someone to play with.” 

I kissed her head and whispered, “We’ll see my love, we shall see.” 

Bree soon drifted off to sleep, her warm body becoming hotter and more malleable in her unconscious state. 

“You never told me you had another daughter.” 

My head whipped up from the sight of my slumbering girl to Frank standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and shoulder leaning against the door frame. 

“I did, and if you heard what I told Brianna, it’s true. Jamie was upset and Faith died shortly after being born. I was unconscious at the time and didn’t know until later. I don’t see how this has anything to do with you though.” My voice cracked but didn’t waver. 

“Christ Claire! Something that important you’d think you’d mention it at least once. What were you going to do when Brianna asks me about Faith? Have me lie and say ‘Oh yes dear I was very sad indeed’?” 

“I honestly hadn’t thought what you’d need to say.” 

“Or what about her need for a playmate? You know I can’t take any more time off from the university, and God knows I can’t get you pregnant even if you were willing to let me touch you again.” 

“I don’t know, Frank. What do you suggest telling a five-year-old who only wants a sibling? Sorry, dear, mummy can’t have any more children and daddy won’t adopt?”

Frank’s face and neck flushed red in anger. His control slipping slightly as his hand slammed into the wall. His voice, however, was soft, and eerily calm. “We tell her that Mummy and Daddy only want one perfect child and that is what God has given us. If you want to tell her something, make it up yourself.” 

Bree stirred on my lap. I looked down to see her forehead wrinkle then ease in deep sleep. 

“I have an idea about her loneliness.” I braved, with a calm whisper. 

“Quitting your job so soon?” Frank laughed. 

“No! How could you even think that I’d want to quit my job? No, what I want to do for Bree, not only be here more but what if we got a puppy?” 

Frank looked up at the ceiling and let out a long breath. “A dog? That’s just another mouth to feed!” 

“It may be, but it’s not as if we can’t afford it. A dog would bring her companionship and responsibility. She may only be five, but we can make sure she does some chores with the pup. It’d give her someone to play with.” 

“Fine,” Frank said defeated. “We can get a damned dog. But Claire, we do need to talk. I’m not the enemy here. I’m not trying to ruin what you have with Bree, just…” he sighed. “Just give me a chance to be something I’ll never have a chance to be again.” 

“If you want my respect and support, it goes both ways. You need to stop looking at me like I’m in the wrong. We’ll never be what we used to be, Frank. I can’t forget the love I shared with Jamie and I don’t like being punished for loving a man. I can promise to try. I’ll try to include you more and I can try to become more civil in our conversations, but you must do the same.” 

Frank looked from me down to Bree, his eyes softening. “For her, I’ll try, but I can’t make an absolute promise.” With that, he turned and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts and the soft snores of my precious, living daughter. 

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The reader is Daryls girlfriend they were together before the apocalypse and they have a four year old daughter; and they see eachother again when Negan takes him to Alexandria.

Y/Ns POV

I wasn’t at the lineup when Glenn and Abraham were killed. Instead I was at Alexandria, looking after my daughter, Y/D/N  Dixon. It broke my heart  to hear about what Negan had done to  a my friends, but what made me angry was the fact that he had my boyfriend. Rick told me that Negan had taken Daryl because he ‘likes him’. I had no idea what he was going to do to Daryl….I didn’t know if I was ever going to see him again…the worst part of it all was the fact that my daughter was constantly questioning where Daryl was and if I’m honest I had no idea what to say to her; I mean how can you tell a five year old that he father has been taken by a psychopath?

Time skip-a few days after the lineup

“How are you doing, Y/N?” Rick asked,he came round to check up on my daughter and I and make sure we were okay.

“Fine.. Considering what’s going on.” I said taking a smile.

“How’s Y/D/N?” He questioned, and that’s when my smile faltered and I let out a sigh.

“She doesn’t understand what’s going on, Rick, she’s too young to, all she knows is that Daryls not here.” I said as I ran a hand through my hair.

“We’ll get him back,Y/N, I promise” he said looking straight into my eyes, I just nodded, knowing that this was hard for him too, him and Daryl were like brothers.

“Morning mummy, morning Uncle Rick” Y/D/N chirped as she ran down​the stairs and into the living room to sit next to the window.

“Morning” Rick and I replied in unison. Rick shot me a questioning​ look at my daughter’s actions.

“She keeps sitting there waiting for Daryl…” I whispered

“Maybe daddy will come back today, mummy” she said not taking her eyes away from the widow. I let out a sigh and Rick put his hand on my shoulder giving it a light squeeze and giving me a reassuring smile, before leaving the house so I could explain to my daughter what was going on…

“Honey can you come here for a minute” I asked patting next tongue empty space on the sofa.

“But I don’t wanna miss daddy, he’ll be home soon” she argued.

“Y/D/N, please” I asked again, my voice a little sterner than before. She slowly moved away from window to sit next to me on the sofa.

“Right, sweetheart, I don’t know when daddy is gonna be coming back” I started, I saw the  smile that was once on her face morph into a confused expression “When daddy went away with Uncle Rick and the others, they came across some mean men” I took a deep breath trying to keep myself calm, thoughts about Glenn and Abraham popping into my head. “They took daddy away, to do some work for them.” I finished, a single tear falling down my cheek. Which is when Y/D/N wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“Daddy will come back, he always does,” she whispered in my ear. I hugged her back kissing the side of her head, she was right, we’ve been separated from each other before and every single time we’ve found each other again, Daryls​ the strongest person I know….he could make it through this…He’d come back to us.

Time skip-a few days after that

Y/D/N was still sitting next to the window, waiting for Daryl to come home; after everything that has happened, she still has hope in her eyes, and that’s what keeps me hanging on to the slither of hope that he’ll be home soon. I was in the kitchen when I heard Y/D/N run from her seat on the window.

“Mummy! Mummy!!” She called as she ran into the kitchen a huge smile on her face as she did so, I knew only one thing could make her smile like that. Daryl, he was home. Before I could even stop her she ran from the kitchen and outside to see her father, I quickly followed behind her, grabbing her arm to stop her from running any further; and that’s when I saw them-the people who were the Saviours, standing at the gate; but I paid none of them any attention, my focus was on Daryl; he had bruises all over his face, and he looked so tired-what had they done to him… I watched as the guy with a black leather jacket and slick black hair handed a baseball bat covered in barbed wire to Rick; I knew in that moment who this guy was-he was Negan, he was the guy that had killed my friends…I stood there getting lost in my thoughts, when I suddenly was dragged back to reality when I saw Y/D/N running over to Daryl. I bolted after her, but luckily Rick had caught her before she could get to Daryl.

“But Uncle Rick, I wanna say hi to daddy,” she said, pouting a little. As I got to the two of them I saw Negan walk over to us.

“Well, hello there,” he said. I saw Rick’s face change and I could see the same expression on Daryl’s face, they were worried; and them being worried made me worried. Negan knelt down so that he was at my daughter’s height, looking at her straight in the eyes.

“Now, sweetheart what’s with that pouty little face?” He asked her.

“I wanna say hi to my daddy,” she stated simply. And that’s when Negan obviously caught on to who she was talking about, because his eyes looked over at Daryl, and then they looked up at me and then they looked back at my daughter.

“Well, I’m not going to stop you sweetheart, go say hi,” he said, standing up; and as soon as he said those words Y/D/N ran over to Daryl and he enveloped her in a hug.

“See Rick, I’m not a fucking unreasonable man,” he chuckled, turning his attention to me.

“So, I take it you’re that little angel’s mother?” he asked, his eyes scanning me up and down. I didn’t say anything, I just kept my eyes on Daryl and my daughter.

“Speak when you’re spoken too,sweetheart,”he whispered as he came closer to me.

“Yes, I’m her mum and I’m Daryl’s girlfriend,” I stated.

“Well how did he manage to land a fine piece of ass like you?” I cringed at his words and I glared at him, I saw Rick’s reaction as I did so…he looked terrified.

“Now, I’m gonna let that slide mainly because Lucille isn’t that thirsty today,” he began pointing at the bat Rick was holding, “ but,” he continued, standing right infront of me and grabbing my chin lightly “Look at me like that again, and I won’t be so fucking lenient,” he whispered, letting go of my chin and walking away with Rick.

Without even thinking about it I ran over to Daryl and my daughter, hugging Daryl as tight as I could; tears slowly falling from my face.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered to him.

“I’ve missed yer too, baby,” He whispered back, kissing  the side of my head.

“What’ve they done to you?” I asked slightly pulling out of the hug to look at his face, the bruises looked worse because I was closer, they were different shades of blue and purple, he had a split lip and a cut on his eyebrow; my heart broke seeing him hurt like this.

“It’s nothin’,” he stated, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Daryl…” I began but he interrupted me before I could finish

“It’s nothin I can’t handle, Y/N/N” he reassured me, pulling me into another hug.

“Mummy, is daddy staying now?” I heard my daughter ask, making both Daryl and I pull out of the hug to look at her. We both knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay…

“Sweetie, daddy still has some work to do for that man you were talking to earlier,” I explained as I knelt down infront of her.

“Is he one of the mean people that you were talking about?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Daddy, why do you work for the mean people? Why can’t you come home?” She asked confusion and sadness coming across her face.

“Because darlin’,” Daryl sighed, pausing for a minute “I have to keep you and mummy safe from those mean people, and that’s the only way to do it,” He explained.

“But it’s not fair!” She shouted as she stamped her feet, tears spilling from her eyes.

“Now what’s gotten the little cutie so fucking upset?” Negan asked as he sauntered over to us.

“I want daddy to come home!” Y/D/N shouted at Negan, causing him to chuckle.

“Well, maybe if your daddy can fucking behave,  and does all the work that I tell him too, he can come back and visit as many fucking times as you want, sweetie,” Negan remarked, causing Y/D/N to stop having a tantrum.

“Does that sound okay?” He asked, and Y/D/N nodded a huge smile on her face, as she hugged Daryl. I looked at Rick, he had the same look on my face as I imagine I did, we were both happy that Daryl would be able to visit…but we knew Negan was going to make his life hell whilst he was at the Sanctuary, and that worried us.

“Now, let’s move the fuck out.” Negan stated “See you soon darlin’” he said looking at me before  walking with Rick to the gate.

“Bye bye daddy, I’ll see you soon when you’ve done all of your jobs,” Y/D/N said kissing Daryls cheek as she pulled away from the hug. He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead

“I love you darlin’” he whispered before he looked at me and pulled me into a tight hug-I knew he was worried about going back-Daryl didn’t scare easy but I could sense that he was slightly fearful about what was going to happen next.

“I love you, Daryl, just try to stay strong,” I whispered to him.

“I love you too, Y/N/N, I’ll be okay, I promise; I’m gonna come back to you for good,” he whispered back. I quickly pressed a delicate kiss to his swollen lips,before he walked to the gate and getting into the truck with the other Savours. A tear cascaded down my face as I watched the man I love leave again, not knowing what state he would be in the next time I saw him.  

Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4


Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.

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You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 


“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

Emotions || Jon Snow Imagine

Originally posted by early-sunsets

Summary: Jon Snow and the reader have been friends for their whole lives. What happens when emotions are involved?

Written by: Ava 

Song list: Working on it!


“I hate you,” I giggle, as arms wrap themselves around my waist and hoist me into the air. My laughter echoes through the large bedroom. I’m suddenly placed onto the bed, and a large body hovers above mine. Jon’s fingers intertwined with mine.



“Try again love,” Jon’s voice whispers into my ear huskily. His brown eyes sparkle with an underlying emotion. Sansa had said on multiple occasions that he was in love with me and that we were meant to be. I knew better, he loved me as a friend, a best friend even, but no more.

 

“Love?” I snicker.



“Habit,” He says, a laugh falling from his perfectly symmetrical lips. Our eyes meet and all laughter that once clung to the air around us disappears. Silence covers us like a blanket, holding us hostage, eyes caught with one another. He dips his forehead to meet with mine. I feel my eyes shift closed. 



“I’m going to miss you my little bird,” Jon breathes, “So fucking much.” 



“You’re just going hunting,” I let out. 

Suddenly Jon’s body tenses, and he removes himself from me. 

“Y/n,” He says inhaling, “that’s not how I meant it.” He shifts his gaze to the floor, facing the opposite direction to me. He rings his fingers together, a nervous habit that he picked up when we were younger.



“What do you mean?” I ask, my anxiety radiating off me in waves. I knew that something was wrong. My best friend couldn’t look at me, he was refusing to. “Look at me Jon,” I demand. 



He lifts his gaze slowly, “All I mean is that one day, you’re going to get married and leave Winterfell.”

 

“Where has this come from?” I ask, moving around to in front of him. I lower myself so that I’m on my knees in front of him. I place my fingers on his chin, I coax his face up so that his soft brown eyes meet mine. In his brown orbs swirls uncertainty and fear. Emotions I had never seen in his eyes. Jon had never let his guard fall down, this much, around me. He was truly vulnerable. Time stood still, and I felt everything stop. I watched my best friend come undone in front of me. 

“I don’t want you to leave me,” He whispers softly, taking my small hands in his. He raises them to his lips, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on the palms of my hands. 



“I will never leave you, you have nothing to fear,” I let out, my voice just above a whisper. 



“Y/n,” Jon begins only to be cut off by a door slamming open. Little Arya comes running into the room. Jon springs away from me and plasters a fake smile on his face, although his eyes still show the sadness I knew he was feeling. What could trouble the boy so much that he could not even tell me?


“What are you doing in here little lady?” He asks picking up the young girl and tossing her over his shoulder. 



“I was looking for y/n,” She says giggling, there is a soft smile on my face at the image. 



“We’re busy, she’ll be with you as soon as she can,” Jon says to the girl. Arya’s eyes suddenly become aware of my existence. I give the girl a soft smile as Jon places her outside the door. 



“Okay,” she says a cheeky smile on her face as she spins on her heel, and walks away. Jon closes the door with a chuckle. Once the lock is flicked over, he lets out a deep sigh. 



“What’s wrong?” I beg. I stand from my spot on the floor. “Please talk to me.”



“I need you to promise that you will never hate me,” He says stepping towards me, running a hand over his face.



“I will never,” I move towards him, grabbing his hands, forcing him to look at me. 



“I have feelings for you,” His breathing halters and his hands tighten around mine, “and I’m afraid of them.”

 

I feel my eyes glaze over. The man in front of me was afraid to have feelings for me. “Why?”



He pulls me to him, wrapping his strong arms around me in a hug, “I’m afraid that you’ll leave, or that I’ll leave. Afraid that you won’t love me like I love you.”



My breathing stops. I blink, pulling away from the tall, dark haired boy. I feel my heartbeat becomes faster. A tear falls down my cheek slowly, Jon wipes it away before it can reach my chin. 



“Please don’t cry,” He says grabbing my face and pressing his forehead to mine again. 



“I can’t help it,” I giggle, “You just mean so much to me.” 



My mind swirls. Jon Snow loves me. Out of all of the gorgeous ladies here, he fell in love with me. I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. Flashbacks of our lives together flash through my mind. From when I first met him, the small boy who was confident and excited to talk to the new girl, who told me that one day we would love each other. To the man that stood in front of me afraid to tell me that he loved me. When we were fifteen, Jon and Robb beat up a boy that had made me cry. Jon made sure that he apologised while Robb stood back and let Jon take all the credit. Jon held me while I cried after my mother died, made sure I ate the small amount of food I could stomach and helped pick me back up. This man had made me fall in love with him when we were just five years old. He had told Lady Caitlyn and Lord Stark that he would one day marry me, while he kissed my cheek softly. At the time the two had just laughed, but as time grew on, they saw more and more of their own relationship in us. I am in love with Jon Snow because he made me feel safe and loved. 



“Jon?” I call, making his eyes connect with mine again, “I have loved you for a long time, it just took me a while to figure it out.” 



He lets out a breath. A wide smile spreads across his face, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. 



“I love you y/n l/n,” He says pressing his lips to mine. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces that make the whole picture perfect. My fingers trail up to his dark hair, they tangle themselves in it. Jon pulls away from me, a sweet smile on his face.



“I love you Jon Snow.”