wedge boots

Imagine... trying to prove yourself to Dean’s father

Summary: A case pops up nearby while Sam and Dean are away, leaving you the only one available to track down the monsters. But Dean insists you have help, and sends along a surprising partner: his father. The two of you have never met, and you’re anxious to prove yourself to the seasoned hunter.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (tiny tiny minuscule amounts of John x reader)

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: typical spn violence, injuries, blood, language

A/N: This is for @trexrambling‘s hunter celebration! Congratulations on the followers, Jess, and thank you for coming up with such a fun and unique challenge!

My hunting partner was John, the weapon was a paintball gun, and we’re hunting vampires…

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I’ve been having a lot of #Emotions about trans Ladybug and Chat Noir lately so take some head canons.

  • Miraculous transformations take the wielder’s wants into consideration, and change to best reflect the ideal vision that person has of themselves.
  • Marinette’s Ladybug suit is equipped with clever bits of padding in the chest and hips, giving her a more shapely appearance. It also comes with a magical self-tucking mechanism that she tries not to think too hard about but definitely appreciates once that skintight suit conforms to every inch of her body. Additionally, her hair is glossier, her eyelashes are longer, and her voice sounds just a bit higher than usual when she’s transformed.
  • Like Ladybug, Adrien’s Chat Noir suit is also padded, only his is in the shoulders and (later on, after seriously bribing Plagg) a bit below the belt. Beyond that he’s got hidden wedges in his boots to give him a height boost and a god-tier binder. His hair and voice also undergo a slight change, becoming shaggier and deeper respectively.
  • I think for about the first year of their partnership Ladybug and Chat Noir aren’t out as trans to each other- either because they are nervous about how the other might react or because for the first time in their lives  they are in a position where they don’t have to be out. They can just do their thing and save the day without an extra label floating over their heads.
  • Of course after they spend more time together, growing closer as partners and friends, they start to pick up little hints that maybe just maybe they arent alone in this whole trans superhero thing. Those clues pile up until one day Chat accidentally lets slip one of his many trans-related puns, effectively letting the cat out of the bag. Panicked, he tries to play it off as nothing, but Ladybug has already put two and two together and is already BEAMING. “Thank goodness,” she laughs, clapping Chat on the shoulder. “For a minute there I thought I was the only one!” 
  • Ladybug then proceeds to gush about how great their suits are and how glad she is to hear they’ve got one more thing in common and Chat is just hit over the head with this massive wave of relief, because he has never ever had someone react so well to his coming out and he can literally feel himself fall more in love with his Lady by the minute.
  • Cue them both being supportive af, helping each other through the unique challenges they have to face. Chat is there to lift Ladybug’s spirits when her HRT causes mood drops; Ladybug makes sure Chat doesn’t overexert himself in the weeks after his top surgery; They both joke and laugh and bond over their shared identity in a way that they just cant with their cis friends and everything is good and happy.
  • Eventually the reveal happens, and eventually Adrien and Marinette start dating, and eventually Ladybug and Chat Noir publicly come out as trans, becoming role models for non-cis kids all over the world. Then they grow up, get married, and adopt 3 cats 7 hamsters and 4 children and live happily ever after the end <3
Beginning of the End

Request:  Could you possibly write a Patrick x fem reader where she’s the older sister of one of the losers and they’ve been dating for a while even though he bullies her brother and he’s his normal psycho self. But the club finds him alive in the sewers and the losers save him so he stops his gang from bullying the losers. Thank you 💕

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing anything so I hope I didn’t let you down anon! Feel free to send in more requests, I had a lot more fun writing this than I thought I would :)))


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ML Fluff Month: August 8th

i’m the latest to this / and btw i have no idea where this is going - dont ask (OMG TF WORDSSS)

Title: New

Ship: Adrien Agreste + Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Words: 1,063

Day 1 / Day 6-7 / Day 9


Marinette walked into the classroom, looking down at the floor. She didn’t want to make contact with any of her classmates’ eyes.

Tikki had encouraged her to wear one of her own designs or altered versions of store-bought clothes.

To not choose any completely bold choices, Marinette decided to wear a gray sweater with white flowers, tucked into a red pencil skirt, which she altered the length to reach her mid-thighs. Covering her legs, were some blackish-grey tights with brown wedged boots, and of course, she had a beige small purse for Tikki. The ravenette changed her hairstyle from its classic pigtails to a high ponytail.

Wearing her own designs (even if bought but altered), gave Marinette a new sense of confidence. She felt brave enough to stand up anyone. She smiled a looked up, hoping to see approved faces, but instead, she made contact with a pair of blue eyes lighter than hers.

“Well Trashinette Dupain-Cheng, I see you finally upgraded your trashion sense. Not by much… but, better.” Chloé cracked an evil smile.

Marinette’s eyes glossed over. She looked the other way, brushed past her Chloé, and sat at her seat.

“Oh be quiet, you rich brat, Marinette’s outfit is wonderful!” Alya shot back.

Marinette smiled. “You really think so?” As she blinked, the gloss over her eyes disappeared.

The kind-hearted soul the class called Rose rushed to Marinette’s defense. “Yeah! You look amazing! I wish I had even half of your fashion sense!”

The whole class, mostly the girls, murmured words of agreement.

Marinette smiled, feeling joy in her heart, but yet a sliver of sadness stayed with her, because the person she wanted to see her outfit the most, wasn’t there.


The next day, Marinette showed no skin again, feeling confident, but self-conscious. She wore a grayish-white sweater, black leggings, and dark brown heeled boots. She had a black bag with white spots and wore a blue beanie over the soft curls in her hair.

Adrien still hadn’t shown. Marinette leaned over her desk and looked to her left to as Nino a question before class started. “Is Adrien okay?”

Nino turned around.

“He has the flu. Probably won’t get better ‘til next week.” Nino glanced at the redhead beside her.

Marinette started, “Hope he gets better-”

“Yeah! Meanwhile, I’ll be going over to Marinette’s house to choose her outfit for tomorrow!” Alya cut her off.

“What, when-”

“Want any treats from their bakery, Nino?”

Nino nodded quickly. “Yup! Maybe some classic chocolate chip cookies and some strawberry flavored macarons?”

Marinette grumbled and mumbled something about being forced against her own will.

—–

Marinette sat in her chaise, watching as Alya went through all her clothes.

“Alright, spill. Why are all the pants here jeans, leggings, or tights?” Alya stared at Marinette.

“They’re not all pants. I have shorts, skirts, dresses, skorts, rompers. They’re just… in the complete back?” Marinette’s statement came out like a question.

“Show,” Alya commanded.

Marinette sighed, and went through all the clothes in her closet, all the way to the very back, revealing a hidden compartment with all the short clothes.

“Okay, why aren’t you wearing these?” Alya questioned.

“It’s just… have you ever seen anybody with as many freckles as I have? Imagine what Ch- the class would say?”

Alya stared at Marinette for what seemed like forever. “You don’t want Adrien to see them, do you?”

“No! I would never wear this if he was coming tomorrow.”

“Well, guess what? He isn’t. So you better get your butt in something that shows your legs or I will rip your long pants up.”

Marinette sighed for what felt like the millionth that day. “Fine.”


Marinette walked into the class, but this time she didn’t look up, not even once, not for the snide remarks of Chloé.

The whole class had fallen under some spell, as if Marinette was some kind of goddess, looking at the freckles dotting Marinette’s thighs. Rose started wishing she had the porcelain legs Marinette were walking quietly to her seat in. Even Chloé found herself grumbling at Marinette’s physique.

Marinette decided to wear a peter pan collared dress in her favorite shade of pink. She wore a matching cloth headband with white polka dots, wrapping her blue hair being let down. The color of the collar was a pale pink, with the same color polka dots as the dress, the 3 buttons going down from the split in the collar matched the base color of the color, also matching the color of the ballet flats she was wearing. She wore a pale yellow cardigan, with what seemed to be like skinny leaves in a slightly darker shade of yellow.

But as the flustered female passed Nino’s desk, she saw the shoes.

Those damn orange sneakers with the weird ass black symbol on the ground, and she couldn’t decide whether to fume or cower in a corner.

Had she been lied to by Alya and Nino?

Before she could get to her seat, a warm hand grabbed her arm. A familiar voice rang out, “Marinette, you look really pretty.”

Marinette whipped around to see a blushing Adrien, staring down at the floor.

The minute Adrien looked up, he got captivated by the cerulean blue eyes that seemed so familiar. Adrien felt like he could swim in the sea of her eyes, looking at the gold flecks that spotted around.

Marinette seemed to do the same, getting caught in those electric green eyes, that seemed to smirk at her, almost like a close partner she knew. It’s as if static was flying between the iries of the two secret heroes.

Marinette was the first to break contact, looking down at Adrien’s arm, wincing, which caused Adrien to come back to reality, realizing he was gripping her arm tightly.

Looking down, immediately deciding it was a mistake, looking at creamy freckled thighs, getting his attention, suddenly he had he the urged to count at the freckles spread throughout her legs.

“Adrien?” His head snapped up, face blushing red, for thinking those thoughts.

Marinette isn’t interested you in that way, Adrien. Get it together.

At that moment, Mme. Bustier walked in.

“Talk to you after class,” Adrien said quickly, before getting pulled in by Marinette’s beautiful features any further, because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class.



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First Time in the Public Eye [ Tom Holland ]

Anonymous said to huntershawn:

You should do a Tom Holland imagine with taking the reader to a premiere and it’s the first time they have been out in the public eye with PDA and the fans and interviewers are all over it ❤️

Y/SH/N = your ship name

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Goth Fashion

Goth Womenswear: Here’s t-shirts, tanks, blouses, sweaters, cardigans, hoodies, shorts, skirts, dresses, underwear, swimwear, bodysuits, handbags, shoulder bags, totes, purses, clutches, trousers, leggings, stockings, tights, flats, heels, wedge heels, boots, platforms, sandals, jackets, coats, parkas, socks, wallets, scarves, belts, rings, necklaces, chokers, fascinators …

Goth Menswear: Here’s a t-shirt and some baggy pants from the 90′s.

I used to work in the shoe department of a store that rhymes with ‘holes.’ I soon learned that the worst customers in the world are white mothers, doubly so at back to school time.

I was reshelving some shoes that a very nice customer actually put their stuff back in when I got a warning over my headset that I was getting four moms with their kids were heading my way. Now, what proceeded to happen was four demanding mothers pulling every size they can find from both the kid’s and women’s section(which are on opposite sides of the department) and pooling these shoes in the middle of the department.

After a hellish hour of enduring their verbal abuse and treating me like their personal man-servant(And degrading my appearance when they thought I couldn’t hear them), They finally left with a giant mound of shoes, boots, wedges, and then a separate mound of boxes that I had to re-sort, re-box, and re shelve because a group of moms decided they didn’t like our selection. 

Thank God our LP was watching because those moms got caught trying to steal new shoes not just for their kids, but for themselves as well.

Just fuck customers, fuck self-entitled moms, and fuck people that talk shit about employees behind their backs!

Fantasy Meihem- Part 2

“Mei’s a cute name! Mei, Mei, Mei. Feels good on my tongue. You feel good on my tongue. Mei, Mei, Mei.” The demon yammered on from above her.

She groped up blindly with her seeking fingers until she found a suitable hold amongst the rocks, pulling herself up with a little struggle after pushing her sleeves out of the way yet again. “Would you please stop distracting me, demon!”

“Oi, you just going to keep calling me ‘demon’ then? I don’t like that much, too impersonal, like me just calling you ‘human’ over and over again, Mei. Can’t give you my true name but, how about you give me a nickname! You’re a nice girl, you could name me something nice.” He rolled over onto his back on the flat space up above, staring up at the sun as the ice mage valiantly struggled on the cliffs below. “How about it?”

She was really, really not in the mood for this right now, banging her staff against the rock as a little platform of ice crystallized on the rocks to give her a foothold. But it began melting quickly in the desert sunlight. His high-pitched yammering continued on, though she only heard half of it, and finally she snapped back at him, ““Well…how about Jamison? That’s the name of one of my old boyfriends?”

The demon’s eyes lit up, blazing bright yellow as he pressed his claws to the side of his face. “Y-you would really consider me-”

“It was a bad break-up. I don’t like him very much,” she said matter-of-factly, scrambling a little further up.

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