what a...hot chick

whenever ppl get all “Jfc can’t LGBT+ ppl go 1 day without mentioning the fact that they’re LGBT+? Can’t they just have a Normal Conversation???”

It’s like?
Yes, actually, we can.
We are very, very capable of not bringing it up. Many of us have to in order to be safe around family, etc.
When around friends we usually let our guards down a bit bc it’s fucking exhausting.

So, sorry* that every once in a while you have to hear your LGBT+ friends talk about something that impacts their lives greatly.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks probably have something to do with love life, we may bring up our own to add to the conversation.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks involve hardships that come with life, we may bring up our own to keep the topic alive.
Sorry* that you have to Put Up with your “friends”. Must be so difficult.

*word used in a sarcastic manner because we shouldn’t have to apologise for jack shit

@c2ndy2c1d jack and johnny watching a scary movie

YOU GOT IT BABE. I have this weird au headcanon that Jack went back to the past–but only to Johnny’s timeline, and he’s stuck there. So I ran with it. Sidenote that I know it’s canon that Johnny is “afraid of very little save for clowns” but for my purposes he get spooked by anything “scary”

There was a strange sense of exhaustion weighing heavily over Jack’s shoulders as he stepped through the threshold of his and Johnny’s small apartment. 

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things i wanted but didn’t get in khr:


We got screwed over, fandom. 

Lal Mirch is OFFICIALLY the best soldier in the ENTIRE WORLD as one of the Arcobaleno, and, in the TYL Timeline that we see, she’s been fighting in a highly brutal mafia war for years. But because Amano couldn’t draw a non-stereotypically attractive lady if it killed her, we ended up with typical fanservice. 

Screwed over, I’m telling you. 

anonymous asked:

Hey gal can you pretty pretty please do headcanons for adopting the twins before anything bad happens to them? I just want to save them both so badly. Like, they're 4 or 5 years old and they need a good mom ;-; . So like can you do headcanons on how they would act if they were adopted and had a good mom growing up, and how they would react if their adoptive mom brought home her girlfriend and introduced them to her? Thank you so much!!

Bless you.

~I need to save them. Thank you for this request!! I might have gotten carried away but I’m so passionate about this???!

  • They weren’t in foster care long before getting adopted out to her
  • She was so ready to be a mother
  • After hearing a story of siblings ripped apart through the adoption system, she decided that she needed to have siblings
  • No way could she stand by and let that happen if she could help it
  • When they told her they had twin boys, she couldn’t believe her luck
  • No, more like fate!
  • They were both very timid at first
  • This was all a little overwhelming for them as they entered a brand new home
  • She had a room for each of them
  • One was animal/zoo themed (for Saeran)
  • The other was space/rocket ship (for Saeyoung)
    • “Do you boys like your rooms?”
    • “…These are all ours?” Saeyoung asked.
    • “Yes, of course! They belong to you, now.”
  • He grabbed Saerans hand and pulled him inside to look at all their new toys
  • However Saeran wasn’t used to sleeping alone at night, and the dark room scared him
  • She often woke to find Saeran cuddled with Saeyoung in his bed
  • The boys grew strong with proper nutrition
  • The first few weeks, she was astounded at how much the boys ate
    • “What is this red stuff on my pancake?” Saeran asked.
    • “That’s a strawberry, honey. Do you like it?”
    • Mmmhmm. It’s yummy, mom!”
  • She had to excuse herself for a minute, and cried quickly and quietly in the bathroom
  • It wasn’t the first time the twins didn’t know about something like a fruit or vegetable
  • How could someone have treated them so poorly? she thought 
  • She didn’t expect to be hit so hard by these random moments…
  • The glimpses of neglect
  • She always pulled herself together quickly, though
  • They were with her now, after all. And she’d see to it that they were happy from this point on
  • She took them to the zoo, to the museum, to festivals
  • So many things they had never seen before
  • They were like little sponges, soaking up all this new information the world had to offer
  • When she felt it was finally the right moment, she introduced her girlfriend to them
  • They were nothing but elated tbh
  • I mean, they went from one bad mom to two amazing moms??? !
  • They loved her
  • Their favorite thing was all four of you baking in the kitchen on the weekends
  • The twins were in charge of pouring and mixing the ingredients
  • Saeran always tried to make a mega cookie or beg for an extra scoop of ice cream
  • Each weekend they traded off who got to lick the spoons
  • So many macaroni art projects and drawings covering the fridge and the walls, she is so proud of their art omg!!
  • As they grew older, Saeran seemed to be the more level-headed of the two
  • Their personalities started to shine through even more
  • One day she came home to find them sitting in the living room, the parts of the remote broken apart and scattered all over the place
  • They flinched, expecting to get scolded or hit
  • But she just bent down to their level
    • “Did you guys do this?”
    • “Yeah,” they nodded.
    • “Why?”
    • “…I wanted to see what it was like inside,” Saeyoung replied.
  • She went out the next day and bought them several science and robot kits for kids
  • Just really supportive of their hobbies tbh
  • They were building all sorts of stuff around the house
  • And as they grew and grew, they were just normal boys
  • They fought sometimes, had each others backs other times
  • They had their hearts broken by crushes at school
  • And had their moms’ lectures if they started slacking in a class
  • They were just like any other family
    • “Saeyoung, do you remember our biological mother?”
    • “Hm…a little bit, why do you ask?”
    • “I can’t really recall much.”
    • “I think I remember her being…really mean? But I don’t remember a lot. We were so young…”
  • She had prepared herself in case the twins ever asked about their bio mom
  • But they never did, they never asked to meet her
  • Saeyoung and Saeran were the best of friends
  • Their slightly differing personalities made them very good work partners
  • Eventually they graduated with scholarships, went to college
  • She cried like a baby dropping them off at their dorm room
    • “Mooooooom you’re embarrassing us,” Saeran groaned.
    • “Yeah what if a hot chick sees or something?!” Saeyoung chimed in.
    • “Sh-shut up and give your mom a hug,” she slapped them both playfully through her sobs, “and I don’t want you eating junk while you’re here! Promise me one more time you’ll call me if you need money for groceries or anything…”
    • “Yes, yes, we promise. Mom. We’ll be fiiiine.” Saeyoung hugged her.
  • They ended up creating a successful robotics company together, really leading the industry
  • They made their moms retire, buying a nice lake house for them
  • And eventually
  • Their moms became grandmothers
  • The best grandmothers!
  • They’d get together for holidays and weekends with the kids and S/O’s
  • She felt her heart overflowing when she looked into her grandchildren’s faces as they sat on her wife’s lap reading books
  • She baked with them the same as she baked with the twins all those years ago
    • “Mom, no sugar before dinner!”
    • “Oh hush. I don’t recall you complaining when it was your turn to lick the spoon at their age,” she’d wink.

Summary: Dean is there for reader after her date turned bloody.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 992

Warning: Language, fluff, very mild angst maybe?

A/N: I should be working on my challenges, but vomited out this fluffy little drabble instead.

Taglist predominantly from @spnfanficpond . Let me know if you want to be added/removed :)

The bunker door slams shut behind you as you barge in. You’re bloodied, a deep cut marking your right cheek and your left eye beginning to blacken. It doesn’t exactly match your favourite little black dress and red heels. You stomp down the stairs in a huff, throwing your bag on the table and head straight to the fridge for a beer.

Dean is sat at said table, he noticed you come in but chose to stay quiet when he spotted the totally pissed off look on your face. He keeps his eyes firmly stuck on the lore book in front of him.

The fridge is empty, you grumble, slamming it shut. Whiskey instead then. You grab the half empty bottle from the cupboard and a glass.

“You want one?” you gesture to Dean giving the bottle a shake.

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Stand By Me Pt. 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, drinking, fighting

Word Count: 5,228

This series has been a long time in the making, so I hope y’all enjoy it!!

Originally posted by hunterchesters

It wasn’t slow and over time, like the movies say, when I realized I was in love. It all hit me in one moment. It wasn’t a big, special moment, when I realized, it was at seven in the morning, during our morning coffee.

He had just rolled out of bed, his hair sticking out in every possible angle, his clothes still wrinkly from the night of sleep, his eyes still heavy and sleepy.

“‘Morning, Y/n,” he mumbled as he walked into the kitchen of the bunker.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smile. He shot me a lazy grin as he shuffled over to the coffee pot. He poured his coffee, the dark liquid steaming in the cup, and then took his place at the kitchen table. He opened the local newspaper, looking for possible cases, as he cautiously sipped on his hot coffee. It was in that exact moment I realized I was in love with that man. Sleepy eyes scanning the paper, hair ruffled and messy. He looked up at me, hazel eyes meeting mine, giving me another sleepy half-smile. It was in that moment, I knew I was in love with him, in love with Sam Winchester.

The memory of realizing I’m in love with Sam is a great one, at first. After Sam finished his first cup of coffee, he stood up for a refill. He walked over to the pot, and as he was pouring his coffee,  he turned to me. His eyes finally not so sleepy, ran over me. Of course I didn’t look good. My hair was thrown up in a bun, I was tired from lack of sleep, and I was in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts. I blushed under his gaze, and as he opened his mouth to speak, a visitor wrapped their arms around him. That visitor being his girlfriend…

“Good morning,” she said sweetly to Sam.

“Good morning, baby,” Sam replied as he turned to her, leaning down to brush a soft kiss on her lips. I watched from my seat at the kitchen table, trying to box my jealousy away with a heap of other emotions about the couple. When the two first became a couple, I wanted nothing more than for them to break up. But now… Now I just want Sam to be happy, and if that means him being with Gina, then I’m ok with it.

I snap out of the memory with a jolt as Dean slams a large stack of books on the table.

“Easy Dean, books aren’t indestructible you know,” Sam says, protecting the bunker’s archive of books.

“I know you nerd, I’m just frustrated.”

“We are all, and we’re all stressed too, but it shouldn’t be much longer until we have a plan,” Sam explains while scanning the book in front of him. It’s something about monsters and Halloween. Halloween is in only three days, and we have to make a plan to protect the area surrounding Cold Oak, which is said to be one of the most haunted towns in the country.

“Hey guys, I might have something here,” I say, looking up from the newspaper I’ve been scanning.

“Finally,” Dean says with a sigh.

“This article says something about a girl who went missing after being at a new club,” I say scanning over the article.

“So what, hot chicks go missing from clubs all the time, there’s old creeps everywhere,” Dean says contradicting me.

“I know, I know, but I just feel like there’s something off about this. I mean the club just opened up and oh look! The club is just north of Cold Oak in a town called Benton, which is a little fishing town filled with lakes.  I mean that has to mean something, it’s just before Halloween, near Cold Oak, let’s just check it out,” I explain, hoping the boys will agree to check it out.

“Fine, we’ll check it out. But, if you’re wrong, you buy us a round,” Dean replied.

“Alright, deal.”

“ Well then, we should go pack our things, we have a nine hour drive ahead of us,” Dean sighed, gathering up his books.

“I should probably go talk to Gina, tell her about the trip,” Sam explained.

“Yeah, well I should go pack too I guess,” I said, rounding up the newspapers and books.

“We leave in an hour,” Dean yells from the hall. I follow him down the hall and head into my room.

My room is basically my pride and joy. Living in the bunker with two boys gets exhausting, so I made my room my escape. My large, plush, queen-sized bed is centered against the wall opposite of my door. Two dark wood nightstands are on both sides of the bed, and a matching dresser is across from the bed. A decent sized desk is in the corner of the far wall, with a very full bookshelf to the right of it. My walls are light gray, and my sheets are matching, topped with a white comforter, and army green throw pillows and throw blanket to add some color. The boys always give me crap for going all out in my room, but I think it looks nice.

I grab my duffle bag and throw some flannels, long sleeve shirts, and jeans in it. After packing clothes, and toiletries, I move on to the fun part, the weapons. I first go to my weapon of choice, my set of silver daggers. There’s something so satisfying about throwing a nice dagger. I then throw in my pistol and some salt and holy water in, even though the Impala is stocked with all the essentials. I check the time and realize it’s probably time to go.

When I get out to the Impala, Dean is packing the trunk, and Sam is saying goodbye to Gina. I throw my bag in the trunk, and hop into the back seat.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” Dean calls out from the driver’s seat. Sam shoots Dean a dirty look and turns back to Gina. He leans down for a goodbye kiss, her long hair spilling down her back as she reaches up to  return the kiss. She is a beautiful woman. Her black, glossy hair nearly reaches her waist, her plump lips are perfectly pink, and her upturned eyes are a deep brown. All her features blend together perfectly, her and Sam make a nice couple together.

Sam finally breaks away from Gina, and he enters the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

“The troops are all here, let’s go gang,” Dean says, pulling away from the bunker.

Most of the drive is rainy and dark, and also really boring. Dean is jamming to some classic rock like usual, Sam has a flashlight and map out trying to give Dean directions over the loud music, and I’m stuck in the back, trying to formulate a plan for the next couple days. When we check out the club, and nothing is suspicious, then we can just head over to Cold Oak and stay in that area until Halloween has passed, to make sure nothing fishy is going on. But if something is up with the club, then we’ll have to take care of that matter first, and still try to get to Cold Oak by Halloween. It’ll be tricky to do both, but we’ll manage. As I continue to stress about our time the smooth driving of the Impala, the blare of the music, and the darkness outside make the perfect combination to put me right to sleep.

I don’t know how much time has passed when I wake up to a large hand on my shoulder, shaking me out of my sleep.

“We’re here, darling,” Dean says with a grin. I shake myself out of my sleepiness and take in my surroundings. The usual grimey hotel, with a too bright sign and a line of doors leading to filthy rooms.

“I’ll grab us a room, you two can grab our bags,” Dean says to Sam and me as I hop out of the car.

“Did you have a nice nap?” Sam teases with a smile. I laugh and playfully punch his arm.

“It was great actually, thanks for asking,” I shoot back as I grab my bag out of the trunk.

“Well, you didn’t miss much. The drive was just boring corn fields and farms for the most part, plus it was rainy the whole way,” Sam explains while grabbing his and Dean’s bags.

“Wow, how exciting,” I say sarcastically, heading over to the room Dean just entered. I throw our bags onto a bed with tacky, floral bedding.

“I call not sleeping on the couch,” I declared, before I got stuck on the small couch.

“Me too!” Dean replies, leaving Sam glancing sadly at the tiny couch. His huge frame, and long limbs won’t come close to fitting on the old thing, but oh well.

“Fine,” Sam sighs, “I get stuck on the couch again, like always.”

I laugh and climb onto my bed, trying my best to get comfortable with the flat pillow, and scratchy comforter.

“Don’t bother trying to get comfy, we’ve got a club to go to,” Dean says, grabbing the keys.

“Dean, it’s two in the morning,” Sam argues.

“Exactly, it’s the prime clubbing hour,” Dean says as he walks out the door. Sam and I just look at each other and sigh as we follow him out the door.

The drive was short and sweet, the club was just ten minutes north of our hotel. We pull up to a packed parking lot, glaring lights shooting out from the roof, and music so loud we can hear it from the car.

“Well, here we go I guess,” Sam mumbles as we approach the doors of the club. The bouncer let us inside, and the three of us enter a wild scene.   

The club is dark, but bright strobe lights ignite the bar and dance floor. The dance floor is densely packed with young adults, drunkenly dancing the night away. Dean looks around, eyes devouring the pretty girls in short dresses. Sam is looking around wide-eyed, like this is the last place he wants to be. I am all business, I just want to investigate so we can decide if this is a case or not.

“I’ll start by interviewing, uh, that girl,” Dean says, selecting a blonde with long hair and a short dress.

“I guess I’ll look for any clues, like sulfur, cold spots, etc,” Sam shouted over the blaring music. That left me to go talk to the bartender. He’s a normal-looking young guy. Dark hair, blue eyes, chatting up the customers in hope for better tips.

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“Uh, I’ll just take a water please,” I reply, deciding it’s best if I don’t drink.

“Oh come on, it’s Saturday night, live a little,” the bartender says with a charming smile, “I’ll even give you your first drink on the house.”      

“Ok, fine,” I say, it’s easier if I just go along with him. A minute later he sets a very orange looking drink in front of me.

“It’s called a hurricane,” he tells me with a laugh.

“Oh yes, I’m very familiar,” I reply. This drink takes me back to my 21 birthday party. A hurricane is a mix of vodka, gin, rum, amaretto, orange liqueur, different juices, and it only leads to bad decisions. But since I’m going along with the bartender, I cautiously sip my drink anyway.

“Isn’t it good?”

“Oh yes, definitely,” I reply. The bartender helps a few other customers, before returning to where I’m sitting.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he says.

“I mean there’s not much to tell… My name is Y/n, I come from a really small town in Minnesota, and I travel a lot for work, which is how I wound up here.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Josh,” he replies. We then dive into a long conversation about our lives growing up, and school and college. Before I know it, I’m two and a half hurricanes in, and I’m pretty drunk.

“Ya kno what, Josh, y-you’re the bes man ever. Y-you wouldn’t jus abandon me for y-your stupid Asian girlfriend. Righ?” I slur to him. All this talk of Sam makes me think of those dreamy hazel eyes. He’s exactly what I want in a man. Gentle, caring, intelligent, and don’t even get me started on his looks. Those pink lips, hazel eyes, long hair that I just want to run my hands through… All of a sudden Josh’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Of course not,” Josh says with a reassuring smile. “It looks like you’ve had enough to drink, let’s get you a cab, and get you home.”

“No, no, I came here wif my friends, bu I don’t see them. Huh, maybe they wen home,” I utter, looking around and not seeing either Winchester through my drunken haze.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll just take you to a cab then, there’s one waiting outside already,” Josh tells me. He supports me with one arm, while guiding me out to the front of the club. But once we get out there, I don’t see a cab anywhere.

“Heyyy, where the cab,” I exclaim to Josh.

“Oh, right. It’s uh, just around the corner. Come now,” Josh says, guiding me toward the back of the building. Just before we turned the corner, a familiar voice calls out.

“Hey, Y/n, there you are!” I turn to see Sam and Dean walking toward Josh and me.

“Heyyy, those are me friends,” I slur to Josh. My vision is now starting to go black at edges.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you Y/n. Come on, we’ll take you home now,” Sam says, trying to guide me away from Josh.

“Oh, I was just taking her to a cab. You two just go home, don’t worry about Y/n. I will get her home safely,” Josh protests. For some reason he really wants me to go to a cab, but I just can’t think of why.

“No, that’s ok buddy, she’s with us, we’ll take her off your hands,” Dean says while forcefully grabbing my arm, and yanking me out of Josh’s grip.

“Well all right then. Just a warning, she ordered one too many hurricanes, so good luck with her,” Josh says informing Sam and Dean of the night I’ve had. The boys don’t reply as we walk to the Impala. I try to keep up with their fast pace, but I keep stumbling and tripping.

“Come on, darling,” Dean says as he helps me into the back seat of the Impala, “Just don’t throw up in my baby.”

“Why would I throw up? I’m not even d-drunk,” I giggle. The only response I get is a laugh out of Dean, and a sigh from Sam. Why doesn’t Sam love me? I think about confronting  him about that when we pull into the motel parking lot. I guess I’ll talk to him later.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s get you some water and in bed,” Dean says, guiding me into our room.

After downing a glass of water, throwing on my comfiest sweatshirt, and snuggling into my not-so-comfy bed, I finally have time to think about my night. Why did Josh want to take me to a cab so badly? Why did he lie about me ordering drinks? As I’m pondering these questions, I start to drift off into a deep sleep.

I slowly come out of my slumber, tired eyes blinking out of sleep. Buttery rays of morning sunshine bleed into the room, through the crack in the curtains, spilling down the wall. I roll over, turning to the nightstand to check the time. It’s only seven-thirty. Dean is wearing the same clothes he was last night, asleep on top of his bed. I glance to the couch, the blanket Sam used is folded neatly next to his pillow. He must be out for a run, or getting coffee. I decide to get up and try to find him, but the second I sit up, my hangover hits me.

It’s like I’m honestly, truly dying. My head is pounding with the force of a thousand horses, I feel like I’m about to throw up my entire stomach, and the morning sunshine is a million times too bright. I groan, and push through the pain, and get up anyway. I throw on a pair of jeans, and head out the door. I start to head down the sidewalk, when I hear a familiar voice.


“Hey Sam, what are you doing out here?” I say to Sam who’s sitting on the sidewalk with only a bottle of water.

“I just got done with my run. I didn’t think you’d be up for hours,” Sam replies with a laugh.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I say sarcastically with an eye roll.

“Not gonna lie, you were pretty hammered last night. You’re lucky you made it to your bed before you passed out,” Sam teased, hazel eyes meeting mine as he gestures for me to take a seat, “Come, sit.”

“There’s a couple things I was thinking about, from last night,” I start, after sitting down next to the younger Winchester.

“Like what?”

“Well, the bartender, Josh, really wanted to take me to a cab. But when we got outside there was no cab… Also he told you two that I ordered too many drinks, but he was the one who kept putting them in front of me, I never ordered one,” I tell Sam while thinking of possible explanations to the weird night.

“Yeah, Dean and I were talking about that last night. I think we should go back tonight to further investigate,” Sam explains. All I could focus on while he spoke were his soft lips, and the morning light shining onto his brown locks, the light reflecting in his eyes, making them look more green this morning. I snap out of it and manage to come up with a response.

“Y-yeah, that sounds, uh, good,” I mumble.

“Are you ok, Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah I’m good. Just a little sick after last night,” I respond.

“I’m sure,” Sam replies with a laugh, “Let’s go get some food and coffee into you.”

Sam and I head back into the motel room, after picking up some coffee and donuts. We walk in to find Dean awake, and fresh out of the shower. We talk to him about our plan for the night, and how we think it’s best to go back to the club tonight. We then spend the morning, and most of the afternoon prepping for the night, going over our plan, and packing weapons and other important tools for the night. Then, we got dressed and ready and headed out for the night.

When the three of us arrived at the club later that night, it was the same scene as last night. Blaring music, so loud you can barely hear the person next to you talking. A stuffy smell from the mix of sweat and alcohol. Different color strobe lights dancing and flashing in all directions. We all split up and took our places.

“Hey, you’re back,” Josh says as I take an all too familiar seat at the bar.

“Yes! Last night was a good time, so I decided I have to come back for more,” I reply, trying to spark his interest.

“What is your drink of choice for this fine evening? Another hurricane?”

“No, I’m thinking simpler tonight. A martini will do just fine,” I answer. Josh then goes to work mixing up the cocktail for me, before setting the drink in front of me.

“Enjoy,” he says with a rather creepy smile. He then returns to his bartending duties, and while he does that I take my first action of the plan. I quickly dump the clear drink into a nearby plant, and replace it with water before Josh comes back. I finish my last sip of the “cocktail” just as he arrives.

“Done already? I’ll make you another,” the bartender says. Thirty minutes later, and three “martinis” in and I begin my next phase of the plan, acting drunk.

“Ya kno Josh, I jus really like you. You’re such a good bartener, you make yummy drinks,” I slur to him.

“I know, I know. Hey, did you come here with friends again?”

“No, this time I lef ‘em at home, they’re too un-fun,” I giggle. Hopefully he will buy my act, and try to take me to a cab again just like last night.

“Let me help you get home, you may have had a little too much to drink again,” Josh tells me with a fake smile.

“Okie dokie,” I say with my best drunk smile. Josh then comes around from the bar, and begins to lead me away, but not out the front club doors. He starts to lead me to the back of the club, into a different room. This is not part of our plan. I start to get nervous as we walk through a set of double doors to a room in the back of the nightclub, and before I have time to assess my surroundings, everything goes black.

The pounding in my head is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s deeper than the usual headache or migraine, and more sharp. My vision comes back in patches, in a flutter of blinking and blur I see a group of men standing around. In the next patch I notice a warehouse type building I’m in. Finally, my vision is fully coming back.

“Well, well, well… Someone’s finally awake I see,” says a tall blonde man that I don’t recognize, “Good morning, Y/n.”

“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” I know they’ll never answer my questions, but I can’t help but blurt them out anyway.

“Well sweetie,” I cringe at the nickname, “My name is Brent Barlow and we are in the warehouse of the club. Any other questions?”

“Why am I tied up? What do you want with me?”

“Well, now we’re getting to the good stuff. You’re tied up so you can’t hurt us, because you’re obviously a hunter. We did strip you of your weapons by the way. What we want with you… That’s what we’re debating about now.”

“What do you mean?”

“We basically have three options: hold you as a hostage until your hunter friends come to find you, use you as our little plaything, or we could eat you.”

“Hey boss,” a dark-haired man calls out, “Why not all three?”

“That’s not a bad idea. Since you came up with it Jakob, you can get the first bite,” Brent says with a wink. I try to contain my fear, not only for my life, but for Sam and Dean’s too, but it’s not working too well.

“How do you know if I even have hunter friends coming?” I ask, trying to buy Sam and Dean some time.

“Well sweetie, we saw the tall one sniffing around the club last night for demon trails, and we saw them tonight setting up all sorts of traps for us. Hah, silly humans, we Encanto have been around for thousands of years, we’re smarter than that.”

Encanto are originally from the Phillipines, but they eventually migrated here. They’re a monster who are disguised as normal, rather attractive-looking men. Encanto typically live around large bodies of water like oceans or big lakes, and they prey on humans, usually women. Our original plan was to use me as bait and have Josh lead me to the “cab” and then have Sam and Dean waiting to capture him and make him lead us to their nest. Then we’d wipe them all out, and move on to Cold Oak for Halloween, which is now only a day and a half away.

“While we’re waiting boys, let’s have some fun with our new toy, before we taste her,” Brent says with a hungry smile. I start to sweat and trying even harder to break my zip-ties, but they’re too strong. The men circle in around my chair, and Brent approaches, his hand finding a spot on my thigh. Right as he starts to move it upward, he gets interrupted.

“Boss, I think they’re here,” a fine-looking brunette says from by the door.

“Sorry for the interruption, Y/n. Don’t worry though, we’ll be back for our playtime in no time at all,” Brent informs me, I say a silent prayer that Sam and Dean make it out of here safely.

I flinch at the first hit I hear. I don’t know who was hit, where they were hit, or how hard. My mind immediately goes to Sam… I need him to be ok, I know he will be ok. He is a very skilled hunter, so is Dean, this is nothing for them. But for some reason I can’t shake this bad feeling in my stomach.

“Sam, go find her,” Dean grunts, clearly in pain. I then hear more hitting, yelling, and gunshots. A silver bullet through the brain is what is needed to kill these monsters.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetie,” an all too familiar voice whispers in my ear. Brent then wraps his arms around my body, and starts dragging me, chair and all, to the back of the warehouse.

“Y/n! Where are you Y/n?” I hear Sam yelling, I hope he doesn’t find me, Brent is different than the others. He is their leader, their “Boss,” I just have a bad feeling about him.

“If you say anything, I’ll stab you in the stomach, and while you slowly bleed out, you’ll watch me carve up your little friend,” Brent threatens. I can tell he’s  getting nervous, and I am too, so I do something that may end very badly. I yell.

“Sam! I’m back here, Sam!” I scream with all my strength. That’s when Brent plunges his dagger right into my thigh. I scream from the intense, sharp pain. All the nerves in my leg are on fire, pain shooting up my leg, making the pounding in my head even worse. Tears silently slide down my face, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming again.

“Grace, there you are,” Sam says in relief as he rounds the corner and finally finds me. I look at him, eyes wide with a mix of shock, fear, and relief. Hair disheveled and wet with sweat, and probably blood too. He has a small cut, probably from a punch, above his right eyebrow, blood trickling down his face. Sam also has a cut on his left arm, his shirt and jacket torn through. I can’t help the flow of tears that fall as I see Sam. They’re a mix of relief that he’s here, sadness because he’s hurt, and anger for who hurt him.

“Sam, wait. He’s here, he’s around here somewhere, be careful,” I rasp out, I can’t let him get hurt because of me. I love him, he can’t ever get hurt.

“Y/n, what happened?” Sam says as he sees the knife still sticking in my thigh, blood now seeping out the wound.

“That’s not important. I’m telling you Sam, he’s around here somewhere, I don’t know where he went. He’s stronger than the others, he’s the leader,” I whisper as fast as I can, hoping Sam will be somewhat prepared for when Brent leaps out from wherever he’s hiding.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Sam responds with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “Now let’s get you out of here.”

“Sam, I’m sorry, I ju-,” I don’t get to finish my sentence before Brent sneaks up behind Sam, and casually puts a knife to his throat.

“Listen here you two, we have a little bargaining to work out. So, I’m hungry and I need a snack, Y/n, we’re gonna take you, fuck you, then eat you, got it? Now, your friend here won’t get hurt, if you just calmly give yourself to us,” Brent says calmly to Sam and me.

“Don’t do it Y/n, please,” Sam chokes out through the pressure on his neck, “Please, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry Sam, I have to. I can’t let you get hurt because of me,” I reply to Sam, I then look and Brent and say, “Ok, I’ll go with you. Just let Sam go, and Dean too.”

“Y/n, no!” Sam barks out, but it’s too late, the deal is done.

“Well, now that we have a de-,” I thought my fate was sealed, but Dean thought otherwise. He slams the butt of his gun into the base of Brent’s skull, making him drop the knife from Sam’s neck.

“You bitch,” he sputters from the ground. Sam is already to me, cutting my zip-ties off. In the background I hear Dean and Brent in hand-to-hand combat, throwing punches left and right. Sam finally cuts off the last tie, and scoops me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” I say over and over.

“What are you sorry for?” Sam asks.

“It’s just, uh, I cau-” I’m interrupted by a grunt from Sam, “Sam, what’s wrong?”

“SAM, NO,” Dean screams. I’m confused at first, but now I see why. Before I can react, from where he’s standing, Dean picks up his gun and aims right for Brent’s head. With perfect aim he shoots Brent straight through the head, but it’s too late.

“Sam,” I sob, and he slowly slides out of our hug, to the ground, trying to press his large hands to the wound on his back.

“Shh, it’s ok Y/n, I’ll be fine,” Sam rasps out. I sit there unable to move, unable to even comfort him in his last moments, frozen by the shock of it all.

“Y/n, help him! Sammy, don’t worry, we’ll get you to a hospital, you’ll be fine,” Dean cries out, as he kneels over Sam. I snap out of my shock, and run over to Sam.

“Sam, no, this isn’t it. You don’t get to die here, open your eyes,” I plead, as his eyes start to drop. He’s breathing is becoming more shallow by the second, and there’s a growing pool of blood under him.

“Sammy, damnit, no!” Dean cries. I press my hands to the wound on his lower back, but too much blood is steadily flowing out.

“No, there’s too much blood. Why is there so much blood?” I wonder. I can feel him slipping away, I can see it in his eyes, which are barely opened anymore.

“I’m so sorr-” Sam rasps out, even in his last words he’s thinking about us instead of himself.

“Sammy, SAM NO! DAMNIT SAM OPEN YOUR EYES! WAKE UP SAM!” Dean screams while shaking Sam.

“No, this isn’t… This wasn’t supposed to happen. This can’t be real, what’s happening?” I mutter. But this is in fact real, this is 100% real, and I didn’t even get to tell him how I really feel.

But it’s too late now. He’s already gone, the man I’m in love with, is dead.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      


Imagine getting drunk one night and confessing your true feelings for Dean.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, drunk reader, fluff

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: I feel like this kind of sucks, but it was swimming around in my head and just had to get out. I thought about trying to make it fit into one of the challenges that I am in right now, but it would have been forced. So instead, tonight you just get a free Dean Imagine no strings attached. No challenge, no celebration, just Dean. This story might not make a lot of sense, but sometimes when you’re drunk, life doesn’t make a whole lot of sense! 

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|Damon Salvatore imagine| requested smut

“You know Y/N, if you wanted shower sex with me you should have just asked.” Damon smirked whilst taking a long sip of whiskey. “No Damon i just asked if i could have a shower. Minus the you being in there part.” I snapped getting fed up of Damon trying to get in my pants. 

Don’t get me wrong, Damon is fucking hot. I would fuck him in a second if he asked but right now im trying to play hard to get and tease him a little. “Ignore him Y/N, yeah you can have a shower, the bathroom is just down the hall.” Stefan directed me whilst shaking his head at Damon.

“What? We’ve got a banging hot chick in our house so why wouldn’t you want to fuck her?” Damon said biting his lip, i flipped him off and swayed my hips whilst leaving the room, i heard Damon moan. Damn that moan was fucking sexy.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped in. I removed my top and skinny jeans whilst turning on the hot water, i waited til the shower was steamy. As i unclasped my bra and slowly removed my pants i heard a small creak behind me but i ignored it.

I opened the large shower door and paused in my tracks as i saw the most beautiful man shirtless and taking off his trousers. Damon. 

“Um, Damon. What are you doing?” I questioned, right now i was fucking nervous. I was standing by the shower completely naked with the hottest man ever coming towards me naked as well. I looked down discreetly at Damon’s member, holy shit, he is big. 

Damon came towards me with that signature smirk planted sexily across his face, he lent down and pushed his soft lips hard against mine. I let out a moan and he took this chance to slip his tongue into my mouth and our tongues were battling against each other. 

“Jump up” Damon growled huskily as he patted my thighs. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his torso, i felt his erected member rub against my clit and i moaned his name. Damon opened up the shower door and climbed in with all the steam surrounding us. Damon gently pushed me up against the cold wall tiles and looked me deep in the eyes. “You know Y/N, I’ve been looking forward to this day ever since i laid my eyes on you. All this teasing you’ve been doing to me has finally driven me over the damn edge.” Damon whispered kissing my neck. His fangs lightly grazing my neck making me shiver. 

Damon and i began making out again and he brought his hand slowly lowing it to my clit and rubbing it as he slipped in two fingers. i lifted myself up and grabbed his neck moaning, Damon was smirking and licked his lips as he saw me so vulnerable. His sharp fangs only making me much more wetter than i already was.

“Fuck, Damon.” I whimpered as he began to rub faster and push harder. I knew Damon loved the control he had over me, his rock hard erection still digging into my folds. “Please Damon i need you inside me” I whined as he was the one who was teasing me now. Damon smirked then without warning slammed his massive member inside me. I screamed out and gripped tightly onto his back as he buried himself inside me. 

My nails drew blood from his back, Damon kept slamming into me against the wall and he moaned my name. 

 I tried to find something to hold onto as he rammed into me with force, “Fuck baby, faster” I groaned becoming so close to my high. “I knew you would love this” Damon panted between each hard thrust. He was fucking right, i was in heaven right now. The sensation building up inside me was incredible. 

Damon felt my walls clench and that was enough for him to blow his load and i came after he did, we both rode out our highs trying to make them last. he picked me up and placed me down gently, i almost collapsed from the workout we just had, my legs felt like jelly and my lower region hurt slightly. “Wow i really roughed you up there” Damon smirked laughing at my attempt to stand up, “Fuck you” I smirked winking. “I’m sure you’d like to again babe”  He said nibbling my neck slightly. I chuckled and said “Maybe round 2 tonight?”

“Fuck yes!” Damon shouted tackling me with a kiss.

Michelle: If Craig were drowning and he told you he didn’t want you to save him, wouldn’t you do it?

Sean: That depends. What if there hot chicks at the pool? Maybe he wants one of them to jump in and save him.

Michelle: lets say there’s no women

Sean: There’s always women at the pool, baby

Michelle: FINE he’s in a pond

Craig: Oh I would never swim in a pond they’re infamous for serpents

Michelle: Ok, Fine Sean is the one who’s drowning!

Sean: Oh, so now a brotha can’t swim?

Craig: Why’d you have to go there?

A Hello From Charlie Bradbury...

(I’ve had requests for some lady love, so I figured Charlie fit the bill. I think this once more reaches across to touch everyone. Tag those you love and those who need a little reminder on how amazing they are from the nerdiest woman I know. @aprofoundbondwithdean @redlittlefox @little-red-83 @jodyri @andwhenitwasclear @spnfanficpond  )

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well…i had a very busy year personally, what can i say?  obviously in between exams, finishing uni, moving house, and starting a new job (all of which caused my anxiety to skyrocket - i had a bad summer), i didn’t get much drawing done!  and what i did draw was hot chicks with curly hair and nice boobs.  that’s my aesthetic #notsorry.  still, i think i’ve improved greatly, especially in the last three months.  art is and will always be a hobby for me so i’m not looking for any humongous leaps in technique.  i draw what i like and i like what i draw (generally lol) and i hope to continue doing so in 2017!  bring on even more hot girls with curly hair and nice boobs (and their hot boyfrands).

Sam never came out at home. It wasn’t that he was trying to hide anything, he just wasn’t talking about it. He never felt comfortable around them - the snide remarks John would occasionally make about ‘fags’ and 'pansies’, the way Dean would drone on and on about women as if they were objects, the comments they’d both make, sneering at Sam for his lack of interest in women… he just didn’t feel that they’d understand. And given how much of a disappointment he already was to this family, Sam didn’t particularly feel like giving them yet more reason to ridicule him.

            But College was a fresh start. He felt no need to hide any crushes like he had in High School. The sex-crazed environment everybody else seemed so comfortable in alienated him somewhat, but on the whole, Stanford opened up all kinds of doors to him that he never would have ventured through at home.

            Brady was one of them - the cute blonde boy living just across the hall, who didn’t seem to be all that interested in partying either. When Sam carried his single box of belongings up to his room and tried his key in the door for the first time, they met in the hallway and exchanged a handshake. That was the first time they touched.

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  • Carla: If J.D. were drowning and he told you he didn't want you to save him, wouldn't you do it?
  • Turk: Well that depends. What if there are hot chicks at the pool? Maybe he wants one of them to jump in and save him?
  • Carla: Let's say there's no Woman.
  • Turk: There are always woman at the pool, baby.
  • Carla: Fine. He's in a pond.
  • J.D.: Oh! I would never swim in a pond. They're infamous for serpents.
  • Turk: You could swim at Y on Tuesday, men only.
  • J.D.: Have you been to the Y on men's night? not me.
  • Carla: Okay, Fine! Turk's the one who's drowning.
  • Turk: Oh, so now a brother can't swim?!
  • J.D.: Why do you have to go there?
What's With Sammy

based on :  imaginingsupernatural and  silviaofatheolia

“Hey guys sorry I’m late.” you smiled sitting down at the table across from Sam and next to Dean. “You guys order already?” You continued sliding your jacket off. 

“Not yet, but I have to use the restroom, order me a burger and fries.” Dean stated before heading off into the bathroom. The waiter came by taking your orders before leaving again. 

“Sam you okay?” You asked noticing the younger Winchester grinning at you. 

“Oh nothing much, how about a drink?” He asked still smiling at you.

“Uh sure what do you want from the bar?” You asked standing up slowly. 

“A banana daiquiri little lady?” He replied a large grin still on his face. “ I am 26 after all.” Sam continued. 

“Yeah I know… but a banana daiquiri? I thought you were a beer guy…but whatever.” You shrugged eyes on Sam until you reached the bar. Dean had come back to the bathroom sitting down across from his brother. 

“So the hot chick?” Sam said leaning closer to Dean. 

“What hot chick?”  Dean asked glancing around the diner area. 

“You know she was just sitting with us.” Sam continued. Dean scoffed looking at his brother. Before Dean had a chance to speak you’d already returned to the table with the drinks in hand. After a few drinks, your meal, and some small talk. 

“So y/n?” Sam said with what you assumed was a seductive tone. 

“Yes Sam?” you asked leaning back into your chair.

“I would like to have the sex with you.” Sam stated a smile playing on his lips. You snorted rolling your eyes, as Dean groaned running his hands along his face. 

“Sam how drunk are you?” You asked an eyebrow raised. 

“Pfft I- I’m not drunk I just think that you and I should have the sex.” He replied trying to come off as cool as possible if that was even possible at this point.

“Are you trying to prank me or something?”” you pressed glancing over at Dean who’d looked completely exhausted and very annoyed with his brother’s behavior. 

“What? I’m single and you’re single.” Sam continued. 

“I’m dating your brother… or did you forget.” You scoffed standing up. “If this how you’re going to act you better sleep in the Impala.” You finished before grabbing your jacket and stomping off to your hotel room. Dean shot Sam a dirty look. 

“Look dude I don’t know what’s up with you, but you better get it together or you’re walking to the next case.” Dean warned before heading back to the hotel with you. 

You sighed softly letting the warm water from the shower relax your muscles, after your shower you slipped on your pajama’s to see Dean already in bed. 

“I’m sorry about Sam.” Dean started. 

“Something is wrong with him, I think he might be possessed.” You finished sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Yeah I’m starting to think that too.” Dean sighed glancing around the nightstand.

“You left your phone in the car again?” You asked a small smile on your lips.”You know me too well.” Dean grinned standing up to head outside to get his phone. You pushed yourself off of the bed heading back into the bathroom to empty your bladder. A few moments later you could hear the room door opening then you could her fighting, you swung the bathroom door open to see Dean knocking Sam out on the floor. 

“What the hell?!” You half shouted, as Dean stood up his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. 

“Sam tried to kill me, now help me tie him up.” Dean stated propping his brother up. 

“Where’s Sammy? The real Sammy?” Dean asked pacing in front of “Sam”. You watched as Dean interrogated 

anonymous asked:

Bellamy is a bartender and Clarke is Octavia's best friend. Clarke's apartment building went under water damage, so she has to stay with Octavia who happens to share an apartment with her brother. Bellamy and Clarke are always awake at weirdass times of the night because Clarke is a binge-watching, fandom freak, netflix junkie and Bellamy is always coming home from the bar.

Holy shit. I didn’t know I need this in my life until now. I’ve been working on this like a madman because I’m obsessed with this idea now. Thank you for the prompt, pretty anon!

Bellamy was tired. No, exhausted. His shift had been absolutely draining. Early on in the night the new guy had broken both a bottle of one of their finest wines and a bottle of vodka which had managed to spill all over his shoes. He should have known that it was a sign, that his night would spiral out of control from there, but he had been in an uncharacteristically good mood.

The good mood didn’t last much longer.

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I am super tickled by the fact that every queer woman who has seen Ghostbusters apparently reacts to the fight scene toward the end by fanning herself and making soft moaning noises.

If you’re a person who doesn’t understand what a wlw aesthetic regarding hot chicks is, you need look no further than Kate McKinnon as Jillian Holtzmann.

Though I personally bit my lip and touched my face when Patty was trying to pull her back in through the window. Leslie Jones has got some arms, y'all, damn.

Temporary Bliss III

Bless your sweet little souls for wanting a Part III. Here we go! <3

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