when I got the final results I let out a loud scream because it was perfect

Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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yellowfeather84  asked:

15 and 21. In the dark and in the water/in the bath. Please and thank you! 😘

Fortune Favors the Prepared

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Dr. Claire Fraser was having a less than stellar morning. It started when she stepped out of her bedroom and into a pile of cat sick even before her first cup of coffee. She quickly grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen to lay over the mess.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! That is just.. What is that? Mental note - bringing the cat in for a checkup would probably be a good idea.

Coffee would have to come after her shower due to the unforeseen feline interruption in her well constructed morning routine. She could get back on track if she answered some emails as she waited for her shower to warm up.

Wait! It’s Bree’s turn for snack at Scouts next week? Damnation. I’ll have to stop by Tesco to pick something up. I think it has to be gluten and tree nut free. Shit. Or is it dairy free?

Unfortunately, she dropped her mobile mid text in the running water while she tried to multitask and check the temperature. It was submerged for a few seconds and despite the fact that she had safely protected it, she screamed.

You’re a fucking surgeon and you let the object that organizes your entire fucking life fall through your fingers!

Her screams woke the baby who had slept fitfully because he was miserable from teething. She startled at his cries but inhaled and exhaled several times to calm herself as she ran to comfort him. He stretched his arms out to her and she lovingly picked him up.

“Mama is so sorry, love!” she cooed. “How about we get you some porridge and some Calpol?”

“Mamamama. Eat! Mama!” he chattered while he flailed his arms towards the doorway.

Jamie rounded the corner into the nursery with a grin on his face. He kissed his wife and son before taking the boy from her.

“And a happy anniversary to you my sassenach! Jenny just arrived to collect the bairns. I’ll change his nappy and get his things together while you get your coffee.” he said as he winked.

Claire stood there for a moment, stunned.

It is Saturday! Shit. Hold on… I already got his present! That first edition about his ancestors. Pain in the arse to find but amazing to find. So glad my tenacity paid off. And now for the life giving coffee!

The laughing voices of her three older children echoed down the hallway as they chatted about their plans for the day with their cousins. Both Faith and Bree had their schedules planned out and were signing animatedly about them, Faith about her plans for an adventurous horse ride with Wee Jamie while her sister was incredibly excited about baking with their Aunt Jenny, Maggie and Kitty. Fergus knew their Uncle Ian would need help with fixing something around Lallybroch so he had no plans other than sneakily eating what desserts the girls made.

They are such amazing kids! All have had challenges thrown at them and thrived. So smart. Giving. Pain in the arse to each other just like any typical siblings.

“Please be well behaved for your aunt and uncle you three.” she implored.

“Oh, they will be!” Jenny replied. “Or I’ll tell their Da!”

Both women hugged and caught up on family gossip while Jamie packed everyone in his sister’s car. Both families did their best to give each other time alone as often as possible resulting in a very tight knit unit.

With the house finally quiet the couple stood in their lounge, arms wrapped around each other.

I really hope he doesn’t mind if I close my eyes while we’re standing here. He’s making me so warm.

“You have been so busy lately I thought I’d take our anniversary to spoil you.” he murmured. “I’ve drawn you a bath, extra bubbles exactly the way you like it.”

“Those LED candles, too?” she asked.

“Of course! I know what the lady of the house prefers.” he chuckled. “May I escort you to our chambers Lady Broch Tuarach?”

Claire playfully fanned herself as they walked toward their destination. She gasped when she saw how much effort he had put into making their ordinary bathroom into an oasis.

“Okay, now strip down and get in, your Lordship.” she commanded. “I have plans for you, sir!”

He feigned being put out but couldn’t stop smiling or interrupting her attempts to undress by smacking and complimenting his favorite assets. After some bad puns, playful banter with a side of innuendo, they at last sat in their bathtub. Claire sighed as she leaned back into her husband’s chest.

This is absolutely perfect! This day has certainly turned around!

“I’d like to thank you again mo nighean donn for insisting we get an extra large tub put in here.” Jamie said. “And thank you to Murtagh for finding us a bargain.”

“I’m convinced he knows a lot of people who owe him favours.” she laughed. “Nothing and everything surprises me about your godfather the more I learn about him.”

He’s the closest I’ve had to a father since my own died. I can’t imagine what our lives would be without him. The kids adore him as well! And not just for his excellent cooking skills.

“Probably so. And speaking of surprises, I heard you have one for me. Are my spies correct?” he inquired.

She nodded, give him directions, and teased him as he tiptoed to their closet to find the wrapped box. He carefully opened it to find his book with a folded piece of paper inside it.  At her urging, he opened the piece of paper to see the faint outline of a baby.

Wait for it! One, two, aaaaaand….

Jamie let up a yell then jumped back into the water with Claire sending bubbles flying. He pulled her face to his then kissed her until she broke away.

“I’m glad you’re excited but I think we need to clean up after tsunami Jamie.” she laughed.

He shook his head. “I regret to inform you that you’re going to first kiss me and then I plan on making you yell loud enough to scare the cat.”

I am a fortunate woman.

Freddie Andersen- Kick Butt, Save Pucks

“If your requests are open can you do a Freddie Andersen one for me. Maybe where you have a son and it’s his fist time at a game! But if your requests aren’t open I understand.” @arizonacoyotesgirl16
Also @carey-pricemas requested anything Freddie so I combined them!
Word count: 952
Warnings: mostly fluff. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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You were bouncing Freddie Jr. on your lap while he fed himself a sandwich. Your little boy was just shy of 2 years old and you were finally taking him to see his dad play a game.
“Are you ready to see daddy kick butt in hockey?” You asked him. His little face lit up.
“HOCKEY!” He screamed. You laughed while wiping off the peanut butter and jelly from his face.
Little Freddie dressed in matching Andersen Maple Leafs jerseys with you for the big day. Your son was an identical mini version of your husband. He was very excited to be going to the arena for the first time. You’ve taken him to practices and watched the games on the TV together. He loved the sport already. Him and his father would play in the back yard with a small goal net. Daddy always let him score on him. Your small family was perfect and you were so elated that you’d all get some great press photos together at the ice.
“Are you ready?!” You yelled. Freddie Jr. started jumping up and down. Obviously he was as excited as you were and you couldn’t wait to see Your husbands face when he saw you two in the stand. It wasn’t a surprise to him that you both were attending the game but, it was still going to be something none of you were used to doing together.
On your way to the arena, Freddie Jr. couldn’t stop chanting, “Daddy saves goals,” over and over. Arriving at the arena you could see his jaw drop through your rear view mirror at the sight of the building.
“We are here!” You said as you parked. There were a few of the other players’ families waiting for your arrival so they could give your son a big welcome. As soon as you unbuckled Freddie Jr. from his car seat he ran up to the families waiting. He knew all of them from team bar-b-ques and hang outs.
All the wives and girlfriends gave you hugs and told you how happy they were to finally see your son at the arena.
The stands, ice, and concessions all left Freddie Jr. in awe. But, his favorite part of the arena was the locker room.
“DADDY!” he ran up to your husband in the locker room. Your heart felt so full at the sight of your two favorite boys together before a big game. As your husband picked up your son and gave him raspberries on his tummy the whole team was teasing about how adorable it was.
“Alright,” you said, “my turn for some love from daddy.” Giving him a kiss and a full embrace while he still held Freddie Jr.
“Daddy? NICE.” Auston said, loud enough for the whole locker room, and maybe even the hallway, to hear.
“Matthews, I will bust you up myself on that ice.” You threatened. Everyone laughed and he apologized by giving you a hug.
“Sorry, couldn’t help it mamas.” Auston laughed.
“We’ll be right next to the bench, tonight. Coach made sure we would be easy to spot.” You tell Freddie.
“Perfect.” He said giving you another kiss.
“Come on Junior. Daddy is about to go out to practice. Want to see his save some pucks?” You pick up Freddie Jr. from your husband.
“Kick butt, boys.” You tell the whole locker room.
“KICK BUTT. SAVE PUCKS.” Junior yelled. Taking him out to the stands he was so excited to see how big everything was. Being seated next to the bench was perfect because he got to see all his favorite men go on and off the ice.
Every time the Maple Leafs saved a puck your son would scream at the top of his lungs. You tweeted out a video of him doing so and many fans were all about it. The entire time Freddie Jr. had his eyes focused on the goal. It was unexpected how well a 2 year old was attentive during the whole game.
Throughout the entire arena, every fan was counting down the last 10 seconds of the 3rd period. The score was 3-0 in favor of the Maple Leafs resulting in a shut-out for Freddie.
“THREE… TWO… ONE” the crowd erupts into cheering while the whole team is on the ice getting ready to congratulate Freddie.
After you and Freddie Jr. are done screaming your lungs out, you head back to the locker room.
The events from the day have finally brought your son’s energy level down so you’re carrying him into the locker room. With his head resting on your shoulders all the players give his tiny hands fist bumps. Freddie was out of most of his gear by the time you were able to get to his locker.
“You did amazing tonight babe!” You gave his sweaty face a kiss.
“No one scored.” Freddie Jr mumbled.
“That’s right, buddy. Kick butts, save pucks.” Freddie said to your son will giving his head a kiss.
“I’m sure Andersen is going to let at least the misses score tonight.” Matthews chirped.
You gave him a glare.
“You are so lucky I’m holding my son or you’d be done for, Auston.” You told him. He smiled and quickly went to the opposite end of the locker room.
“He’s not wrong.” Freddie whispered as he gave you a final kiss before you left the locker room so all the players could change. You gave him a wink then walked out of the room and into the hallway to wait. Freddie Jr. was fast asleep on your shoulder. It was a perfect game for your son’s first visit to the arena.

Originally posted by mattsmartin

Creepypasta #1074: I Got Stopped In The Middle Of A Tunnel At The Worst Possible Time

Length: Long

In the Virginia mountains, roads go directly through mountains, via tunnels dug through them. Last year, I was travelling from Florida up to the Midwest, and took the route that took me through the aforementioned Virginia mountains. The trip went fine until I got there. Normally, I found myself driving either alone or with one or two other cars on the road. At one point, though, traffic became heavy.

I was in a line of cars approaching a tunnel. It was moving slow due to some unseen obstruction ahead. I entered the tunnel and crept along slowly with the rest of the cars, before coming to a stop. The westbound road was at a standstill, while the eastbound road was wide open with no cars heading in that direction. I was almost dead-center of the tunnel, just for reference. Lights lined the walls of the tunnel, illuminating everything within. Until they didn’t. The lights all simultaneously shut off, making it quite dark in the tunnel.

Sunlight was the only source of light in the tunnel now, but it only reached so far from each entrance to the tunnel. Me being in the middle, I was essentially in the dark. A car a few behind me pulled onto the eastbound side and sped ahead of the rest of us that were stopped. I redirected my attention to the driver, and watched him drive the rest of the way down the tunnel. When he reached the end, all the sunlight coming from that end of the tunnel was suddenly sucked out of existence, and the car disappeared. All I could see at that end of the tunnel was pure darkness. I looked behind me and saw cars starting to turn around, but shortly after, a wave of darkness fell over the entrance through which I’d driven just minutes before.

I heard random screams from either end of the tunnel. The only thing giving off light in the tunnel now was all the car’s headlights, but even those seemed somehow dimmer than they should have. In all, it was like being in a pitch black room with only a candle across the room giving off any kind of glow.

I opened my door in preparation to get out and see what was going on, but just as it was open all the way, something flew past and slammed it shut, surely denting it in the process. Whatever it was, it went by so fast that I didn’t see it, and its path was interrupted by my car door. I tried looking behind me to see what it was, and saw the vague outline of something BIG heading down the road behind me. The person in front of me got out of their car and looked in both directions. Suddenly, that same something that flew past my door flew back the other way, and took the man in front of me with him. All I heard was his scream trail off in the distance.

At this point, I was thoroughly frightened. I didn’t know what to do. I heard screams coming from whatever the direction that… thing was coming from at the time. I needed to figure out what it was in order to figure out how to deal with it and protect myself. I snuck out the passenger’s side door of my car and crawled to the car in front of me. I then entered through the passenger’s side door of that car and got into the driver’s seat. The thing made a few passes back and forth as I waited for a moment, and the second it passed by heading westbound, I pulled the car into the middle of the road and hurriedly got out, running back to my car and getting in safely.

The thing made its pass back eastbound and slammed into the car, crumpling it almost in half. But more importantly than that, it stopped, and even in the dim lights being projected from my car, I finally got a good look at it.

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yuri-on-a-messenger  asked:

Request? I hope you don't mind, can we do one for the boys and jaehee (duh) Reacting to mc singing in the shower? ps. i love your hcs that i have read. KEEP GOING THEY ARE GREAT!

Of course I don´t mind (*^▽^*) And by the way I think duh is one of the best words ever (*≧▽≦)
So here you go (/^▽^)/

_Yoosung_

° most of the time it was really nice living together, but sometime it wasn´t

° you alwys took your showers in the evening too lazy to use a hairdryer

° but as a Student Yoosung was home most of the time

° which meant that you couldn´t work on your singing-carreer under the shower

° yes, he played LOLOL, but without headphones in case you needed him

° buuut MC here, is a sneaky person so what to give him on his birthday?

° right: new headphones

° and these he had to try out immediatlely

° aka, your chance to shower without him listening

° as soon as the hot water started to pour you started singing

° and since you were sure he couldn´t hear you you went full voice with the next song

° resulting in you almost screaming Come as You are by Nirvana

° I love Nirvana XD

° you blended everything out while singing so you almost fell in the shower when you heard clapping from outside

° “MC, that was great, you should keep singing.”

° “Yoosung get the hell out of the bathroom!!”

° why, Yoosung, why?

° dammit, he heard

° now you were too embarassed to step out of the room for the next 20 minutes

° when you finally did you hoped that he wouldn´t speak up to you about it

° but we all know Yoosung….

° “Hey MC, you´re a great singer.Why don´t you try working with Zen on Musicals?”

° “Yoosung, let´s not talk about this again. EVER!”

° “But MC-”

° “EVER!!”

° and he was frightend for life <3


_Jaehee_ (because duh)

° she was usually working when you took a shower

° well, when wasn´t she working??

° but whatever

° so you could sing to your heart´s desire and as loud as you wanted to

° unfortunately for you, one day Jumin decided to let Jaehee go home earlier

° she wanted to interfer with a cat project again

° but to suprise you she neither called or texted you in advance

° you, knowing nothing of course, went to step into the shower as you always did

°  you voice echoed a bit in the room, which you thought was just perfect for singing ballads

° and you often did

° Jaehee opened the front door right as you started with your awesome opera-solo of Bohemian Rhapsody

° the thing is, it was recorded with at least four seperate persons so singing it all by yourself may sounded a little different than the original

° hands up who tries it anyways

° nevertheless personally you thought it sounded great

° but maybe someone didn´t Jaehee

° “MC, would you mind not being that loud and come out of the shower!”

° shit, why is she home already??

° “Okay, I´m comming!”

° you got out of the shower and dried yourself as quick as you could and went in the livingroom to meet Jaehee

° “Hey, you home already?”

° “I am. You know, I don´t mind if you sing in the shower, but please don´t sing Things for four voices. Alone.”

° you kind of understood what she meant …

° but anyways as you understood, you could Keep on singing songs for a single Interpreter

° and of course this wasn´t the last time she caught you singing Bohemian Rhapsody

° but hey, you got better each time


_Zen_

° if there is a king in singing under the shower, it would probably be Zen

° he was loud, but he also sang very well so you didn´t have a problem with it

° so you were a bit embarrased to sing when you knew he could hear it

° you thought your singing skills were pretty ordinary, so that wasn´t the Problem here

° his skills were miles beyond average, meaning compared to him almost everyone was bad

° that´s why you were to shy to sing around him, the fear of disapproval

° so you reduced your singing-time to the moments he was away

° that means Performances, where you didn´t watch in the audience and rehersals

° sounds like a lot of time and let me tell you, you´re right

° it was a happy coexistance between your skills and his

° you were happy, he was unknowing

° so what could possibly go wrong??

° a cancelled rehersal of Course

° you stepped into the shower and felt relaxed the moment the water hit your skin

° in the state of pure happines, you wanted to express this with singing

° so you just did

° you felt free when you sang and let the water wash away all of your thoughts

° but since you tended to be quite….loud while singing you didn´t notice the door opening

° you screamed as the shower curtains opened

° a very naked Zen stepped in to join you

° “Z-Zen, what are you doing her? And why are you in here!”

° “I heard you sing so I wanted to participate too.”

° by now your head was bright red, not only were you naked but he also heard you sing, obviously

° “Still, please get out of here.”

° Zen was probably the only Person who Comes into the shower when there is someone singing

° to say you were embarassed was by far an Understatement

° after that incident he came home early suprisingly often

° and you got afraid of showering and built in a doorlock

° true love <3


_Jumin_

° oh my god, he had one of a luxury bahroom

° seriously, you wouldn´t have been suprised is there was a Karaoke-System installed

° that would be awesome by the way

° you always took your time showering and enjoyed the Luxus

° one time you even tried to bring Elisabeth too, but cats and water on´t mix that well…

° no, rly MC?

° anyway, having such a nice bath , it would be a waste not singing in there

° it was a natural Thing after all

° maybe there wasn´t a karaoke-system installed, but a sound system wich you could connect with your phone

° so there was always music playing when you used the shower

° sometimes the real thing sometimes Karaoke

° but as much as you loved singing, you also were scarred that Jumin could find out about it

° in School you were bullied because of your voice, although it wasn´t bad

° they were all jelaous

° it resulted in a Trauma of yours, which kicked in whenever you knew someone heard your voice

° Kids in School are the most evil human beings out there..

° one day, you just started your shower-playlist, Jumin came woke up from the nap he took and to his suprise you weren´t where he last saw you

° he panicked

° but Elisabeth was kindly enough to sit ifront of the bathroom and listen to your singing

° aren´t cats great?

° he heard water and was relived you didn´t left him (for what reason whatsoever)

° but then he herd another Sound, it was……singing?

° on second thought it was really beautiful singing

° he recogniced your voiced, but didn´t fel the need to Interrupt you

° you inished your shower and got out of the room, only wearing a twle around your head and one around your chest

° “Jumin, why are you sitting infront of the bathroom?”

° “I heard you singing and before I realiced it I sat down infront of the door and listened.”

° you felt the Panic rush in your head and your vison started to get blurry, follwed by heav breathing

° “MC, is something wrong with you? Aren´t you Feeling well?”

° “I´m fine. I´m just not good with People Hearing me sing.”

° he was worried, so hadn´t any other choice than telling hi the whole Story..

° he was very caring and Held you tight till you felt better

° despite you being still afraid of being heard, those bastards from your old School somehow landed on YouTube, with the most aweful singing-video of all time


_Saeyoung/Seven_

° he was always at home

° so it was hard to get a Moment of peace under the shower

° you also weren´t quite sure he hadn´t put CTV and voice Recorders everywhere in his house

° or worse, someone else put cameras and microphones everywhere in his house

° finally! the day you waited for for sol Long came around

° Seven and Saeran went out Shopping for clothes and ice cream

° and we all know Seven probably takes his sweet time doing so

° that meant you had to use your alone-time in the best way possible

° so it was Netflix and a good Long shower for you

° and yes, in that order

° after some nice movies you turned off the TV and went into the shower

° you turned up the Radio and simply enjoyed the sounds of water and Music

° soon you couldn´t resist anymore and sang along

° the louder the better, right?

° well, your suspection was partly right

° there were Sound Recorders and cameras but they only activated when a certain Level of volume was reached

° apparently you were so loud that you crossed this Level

° so Seven got a message on his phone, informing him that the noise Level in his house was above the line

° he was afraid you fell or somthing broke or worse, there was a robbery

°  he didn´t Panic but felt a Little uneasy, so he checked the CCTV

° when he saw you singing under the shower he did two Things

° first: stopping his nosebleed, which was a reaction to your naked Body

° second: turning up the volume so he could hear you sing

° damm, you were good, so good your voice deserved to e on YouTube

° but he couldn´t just put a Video online where you sang naked in the shower

° so he turned on the Speakers and spoke to you

° “Hey Babe! Can you sing again when I´m home so that I can upload itlater?”

° you screamed, loud, very loud

° “Relax MC, I´m speaking through the Speaker up to your right.”

° “What the heck did you think, scarring me like that??!!”

° after all the time living together you weren´t embarassed anymore, far worse happend by now anyway

° you were angry

° when they got home,Saeran hurried in his room as fast as he could

° you decided to have a … talk with Seven

° don´t ask me where you learned that but he ended up tied to a chair infont of an open back of Honey Buddah Chips

° what a torture…., but brilliant


_V_

° since his eyesight was rather bad, but his Hearing was better than anyones

° the TV was always quiet, so was the Radio

° you couldn´t be loud in the house and not even curse without him knowing

° so singing in the shower was off-Limit

° he would hear you and that was embarassing, too embarassing for you

° you were a very sensible Person and not very self-confident to begin with

° it was a nice Change, when V went out with Jumin to an old class-meeting

° do´n´t get me wrong, you loved him dearly and enjoyed every Moment you could spend with him

° but it felt good being able to turn up the volume for once

° you danced through the house and sweated so much you had to take a shower afterwards

° in the shower you didn´t stop being noisy

° you sang all of your favourite Songs again and again

° and probably wasted a lot of water

° nevertheless, even if you didn´t notice, V came back

° you were still in the shower, singing nonstop and very loud

° of Course he heard

° “MC, are you in there?”    

° no answer

° “MC, can you hear me!?”

° he screamed, and it suprised you to the Point you fell and landed right on your butt

° gotta love the booty XD

° “V, you´re already back. Sorry if I was to loud.”

° you apologiced but it seemed he wasn´t angry this time

° “MC, I never knew you were such a brilliant singer. from know on, please sing to your hearts desire.”

° this was an offer you just couldn´t refuse

° the house became more lively after that, now filled with the Sound of your voice


_Saeran_

° he was the Queen of grumpy cats

° so on his bad days nothing could satisfy his will

° you got him ice cream, it was the wrong brand

° you made him his favourite Food, unfortunately his diet started today

° you were sick of himbeing like this

° but deep down you knew he couldn´t be blamed for his mood

° to calm down, you went to take a Long shower

° it cleared your head and you felt at ease like this

° soon you started humming some old children-songs and before Long you started singing too

° you didn´t know why it were children-songs, they just popped into your mind

° you dried yourself off and went back to look what Saeran was doing

° when you tried to open the door there was a resistance, preventing you from stepping outside

° “ Saeran, why are you blocking the door?”

° “Keep singing.”

° woah, did he Sound less grumpy than before??

° “Eh.. sure, but could you let me out first?”

° he did and you had to spend the rest of your day singing Songs to Saeran

° a happy ending? maybe for him but not for your voice…

Again, I have to apologize for taking this long. I lost all my editing on the text 3 times already… I think I´m going to try it again later….because itá already 11PM 。(*^▽^*)ゞ

Anyway, I hope you liked it and it didn´t turn out that badly (*^▽^*)

Crush

Title: Crush

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3109

Warnings: It’s a bittersweet ending, language

Summary: the result of a witch encounter has you questioning everything

Challange: Katie’s 1000 Follower Challenge @casbabydontgoineedyou  “Uh, that’s my face.”

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written and posted in over a year and it is my first supernatural post so feedback would definitely be appreciated! 

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Hunting with the Winchesters was always an experience. You had run into them on a wendigo case two years ago and instantly connected with Sam. From then on, you always joined them whenever you could. 

This time was no different. You had picked up a simple werewolf case in Maine and were pleasantly surprised when you spotted Baby within seconds of entering the Riverside Mirror Motel. You eventually met up with them while interviewing the local sheriff and teamed up with them for the rest of the case. 

To the disgust of all three of you, Dean especially, the creature ended up being a witch that needed hearts for a complex spell. Compared to some of your other cases, the kill was a piece of cake. You and Sam snuck into her lair and cornered her, while Dean shot her. The only thing that worried you was the fact that she cast a spell before he got the shot in. While it seemed to have no effect, none of you were amateurs and knew it would come back to haunt you, possibly literally. Choosing not to dwell on it for the night, you all went back to the motel and passed out almost instantly, the worry canceling the adrenaline.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You groaned as the light shining through the window woke you up.  You opened your eyes half way, silently cursing yourself for leaving the curtains open, before looking around the rest of the room. 

You yelped and shot out of bed, almost falling because you were unbalanced, when you saw Sam in the bed next to you. Your heartbeat raced as you specifically remember getting your own room and you know you fell asleep in said room. 

Because of your scream, Sam jolted awake, prepared to fight off whatever you were screaming at. When all he saw was your face, his face fell into one of confusion. “Dean, what the hell, man?”

Now it was your turn to be confused, “Dean? Who you calling-” as you stepped closer to Sam’s bed, you realized you had extra weight you weren’t used to and looked down to see a body that was definitely not yours. Instead of your usual sleepwear of a light blue V-neck and gray shorts, you saw a familiar black fitted tee and jeans covering the bow legs that you knew so well. 

It wasn’t until you looked up, worry and misunderstanding evident on your face, that Sam realized you weren’t joking around and began to worry himself and carefully inquired, “Dean, what’s wrong?" 

"I’m not Dean! That’s what’s wrong! It’s me, Sam, (Y/N)!” Your voice got higher as panic stirred in the pit of your stomach, “This must’ve been what the witch did! We fricking bodyswapped!" 

"Okay, (Y/N), calm down. Nothing’s gonna get solved if you’re passed out because of a panic attack. We’ll just wait for Dean to wake up and then we’ll try and figure this out, sound good?” Sam’s face was one of sympathy and care which caused you to scowl. He was treating you like he would a victim, he saw this as a damn case. 

Before you could curse him out, there was a loud, angry knock on the old motel door followed by your voice speaking through the door, “Sam? (Y/N)? We got a situation, let me in." 

While Sam went to let Dean in, the thought finally occurred that since you’re in Dean’s body, Dean would be in yours. You were about to see your own body, not in a mirror, and there was no way to prepare yourself for that. It was because of your, admittedly, slow, thought process that when Dean was finally let into the room, the only words that came out of your (Dean’s?) mouth were, ”Uh, that’s my face.“ 

Dean expertly utilized your facial features for the perfect bitch-face (only Sam could have rivaled that). "No shit, really? Wow, (Y/N), you’re slipping,” Dean with humor laced in his (your?) voice, his fist resting against his hip. 

You rolled your eyes before barking back, “Shut up, asshole, we gotta figure this out." 

Dean and you have always had a weird relationship. You spent most of your time barking half-hearted insults at each other. It always toys with your head because you’ve always crushed on the older Winchester.  It was mainly the reason you got along better with Sam in the first place; being around Dean you were relatively shy and kept to yourself because you were afraid he wouldn’t like the real you. 

"Alright, Sam, you got any ideas? I mean, you’ve been hit with something like this before, so,” Dean spoke while he looked at his brother in hope. That slowly depleted when Sam shook his head and sighed. 

“No, I got nothing. See, when I switched, it was with the witch. This… well, this is something completely different.” Sam’s eyes moved rapidly as he tried to find some solution to the problem. 

Dean gave a depressed sign before speaking, “Well, do you, at least, remember the incantation she said? I didn’t catch the whole thing.”

“Uh yeah I got it here,” Sam stated as he sat down on the bed and opened his laptop. He pulled up a word document with some possible translations under some of the words. “I started searching last night to try and prepare for what we might’ve been hit with. Now that we know the effects of the spell it’ll be easier to translate. I thought it was Latin at first but now I’m not sure. This is something that I’ve never seen before." 

"Of course, it is,” you said as you sat down slanted in the chair and put your head in hands. “When are our lives ever easy?" 

Dean sighed and nodded before speaking, "Well, while you do your precious research, I’m gonna go back to the lair and see if I can’t find any clues to a reversal spell.” He grabbed the keys to his precious Baby off the table and disappeared out the door. 

You turned to sit facing Sam and slammed both hands on the table. “Ok so while you guys are doing that, how about I make something to eat, eh? I got priorities and food is one of them,” you say as you stand up, and head towards the kitchen behind you. “You want a salad or something?” You looked over your shoulder to see Sam shake his head, engrossed in whatever he was reading. You turned back to the fridge ready to waste another day on research. 

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It was about four hours later that Dean finally came home with a pissed off face and an attitude to match. He slammed the door of the motel room on his way in, catching the attention of both you and Sam. He quickly took refuge on his (technically yours now) bed and groaned. “I got hit on by at least twelve guys in the bar down the road." 

You smiled at his words. "Well, now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end,” you smirk through your comment and cross your arms over your chest. You frown when you see Dean shake his head and sigh.  "Dean, this isn’t actually bothering you, is it?“ He looked up at you with a mix of confusion and something you couldn’t quite place. Annoyance? Anger? Possibly… jealousy? You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, before speaking again, "Dean that happens all the time! It’s nothing, really, just ignore them… I learned to a long time ago." 

"It’s just, I didn’t even begin to show interest in them. Couldn’t they take a hint? I’m not that bad, right?” It was obvious through his words that Dean was thoroughly pissed off. 

You thought for a second before responding, choosing your words carefully, “No, no, you’re not. Dean, are you okay?” You were confused by his behavior. 

He pushed off the bed before heading towards the bathroom. “No one should treat you like that — they shouldn’t treat anyone like that.” The door slammed behind him. 

You turned towards Sam, looking incredulous, “What the fuck was that all about?" 

Sam chuckled before speaking, "you know how he is, he hates crap like that. And it doesn’t help that it’s your body." 

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? What do I have to do with this?” You sat down at the table as you spoke. 

Sam shot you an incredulous look as he began answering your inquiry, “you mean, you don’t know? (Y/N), he’s been pining after you for months. He actually cares for you, (Y/N), you know, more than he should." 

Dean Winchester pining after you? You couldn’t believe your ears. The man you’d been crushing on for months felt the same way? 

Your eyes shifted to everything and yet, you saw nothing. All you could think about were Sam’s words. Suddenly the room was too small and Sam, sitting at the table a good distance away from you, was too close. You felt trapped and so you quickly picked up the keys to your car before mumbling out a goodbye and ran to your Firebird, your haven. You had no destination in mind but you needed to drive, needed to be one with the road, it was your therapy. 

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The sky was a dark blue by the time you returned. You had ended up just stopping on the side of the road for a while before choosing to turn back. Your mind was still jumbled with the knowledge that Dean, the Dean you’d been crushing on for at least a year, felt the same way. However, you weren’t an idiot and knew that with the life the two of you led, he’d been stubborn to ever act on it. You were at a loss on what to do. Do you make the move, or should you just leave well enough alone? 

Sam was still sat at the table when you entered the boys’ room. He looked up from his laptop when he heard the door open. "Hey! Listen, I finally found the language the spell was in! I’m almost done translating so hopefully you’ll be back in your body in no place okay?” He smiled after finishing before changing the topic, “You ok, by the way? You looked pretty off when I left. Did you really not know about Dean?” Upon mention of his name, Sam nodded toward the lump that was currently in one of the beds, asleep.  The sight of his preferred sleep position made you snicker. 

“Let me guess, ‘I’m sleeping till you figure this out. I want my body back and this day has been weird enough,” you mocked, still not used to the fact that the voice you used didn’t have to be altered to sound like Dean because it was Dean’s. You heard Sam chuckle and knew he was nodding. “And to answer your question, I’m okay. I just, I’ve had feelings for him for a while now and I couldn’t believe what you were telling me, I still don’t. And I hate that I found out now, of all moments. Not like I could kiss him or anything because I’d just end up kissing myself,” you laughed as you finished your statement.

You looked to Sam to realize he was looking at you with a thoughtful expression on his face. Sam nodded before replying, “Yeah. Hey, listen, I’m gonna check something at the local library so, if he wakes up, try to talk while I’m gone?" 

You nodded as you heard the shut close behind him. You sighed and chose to read until Sam got back, hopefully with something useful. 

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Dean groaned lightly as he woke up from his nap. He blearily looked around his surroundings, still disoriented from his nap. Seeing himself (No, Dean, it’s (Y/N), you know that!) at the coffee table didn’t help clear his brain. 

"Where’s Sam?” Dean yawned before continuing, “He was here when I fell asleep and I’m guessing he still has jack since I’m still in your body.” He heard you giggle and saw the movement of a nod in his peripheral vision but you had yet to say a word. He turned to face your direction once more, “hey how ya feeling? I know you tend to reflex and build a wall when stuff like this happens." 

You smiled at his comment. He knows me. He’s got me all figured out, he probably knew I liked him this whole time so why didn’t he ever say anything? "Uh, Sam went to the library to see if he could have better luck there. As for how I feel, well,” c'mon (Y/N), get it together! “I’m a bit… conflicted.” You mentally slap yourself for your word choice. 

Dean chuckled and tilted his head, “oh 'conflicted’, huh? What about?" 

Maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was how much he knows you that you know he knows (he has to… right?), but you got pissed and began your rant, "Like you don’t know? Dean, I get it, okay? You know, you must know. Stop acting oblivious! It’s frustrating, I mean, even Sam knows, there’s no way you don’t know so can you just stop tormenting me?!” By now you stood up and your face has contorted into anger. Through your anger-glazed mind, you didn’t notice Dean extremely confused face. His lips were shaped into a slight 'o’ and his eyes were going back and forth, trying to process everything at the speed you were talking. He was failing and missed a couple sentences. “… so yes, I like you, okay?! Fuck, I mean, I hate it, but I do! There, I said it. I said it so just leave it alone, please?“ 

To say Dean was surprised would be a lie. She was right, he knew. He was never entirely sure, but it was painstakingly obvious. Hell, he’d be lying if he said he never felt anything for her as well, hell, he was kind of obsessed with her, but that was out of the question. The truth of the matter was that they were hunters, and hunters didn’t have the best track records for relationships. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was walking away and he stumbled to grab onto her arm before she closed in on herself, “Hey, (Y/N), listen, you’re right, I knew. But the only reason I didn’t say anything is because of how we live, (Y/N). I’m scared, I don’t wanna risk your life any more than I already do. Everyone I’m with gets hurt, I’ve kept quiet because I’m trying to save us both the hurt we both know will come.” Somehow, during his undeniably short speech, they’d come closer and he was now looking directly up at her (I really need my body back because, damn, I hate being short). She had tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill out. “I’d be lying if I tried to deny my feelings for you, (Y/N), but we both know this is gonna be more loss than gain.” Instead of speaking, she just nodded and looked away as a single tear slipped down the left side of her face. 

He reached up and wiped the tear, dragging her attention back to him. Their faces came closer (Dean had to stand on his toes) and their lips met in a hesitant kiss. It wasn’t magical, it wasn’t full of cheer; it was awkward and wrong. The lips were reversed, and dean could taste the dull taste of salt from the sole tear, and they both knew there wouldn’t be anything after that kiss, but all things considered, it was still a treasured memory for the two of them. 

It wasn’t until they were breaking apart that Dean realized his neck was leaning down instead of up, and he was looking down into (Y/E/C) eyes he knows very well. Similar looks of confusion fell upon the couple’s faces and they promptly drew apart, staring accusingly at each other. The two simultaneously let out an exasperated 'how’ at each other ready to freak out, but both were distracted with the sound of the lock of the motel door turning. 

Sam popped his head in, somewhat warily, “Dean?” The tall man grunted in response and Sam smiled. “I see you guys talked then." 

Dean and (Y/N) gave each other a look before turning back to Sam as if to say, "what did you do?” Instead of answering the obvious question of the others’ tongues, he opened his laptop and brought up a translated page. He pointed to the original text first: 

 Mo palaṣẹ fun awon ti ni ife lati siwopu ara fun ọjọ kan. Ti o ba ti won si tun fẹràn ara miiran ki o si fi ẹnu ki o to awọn ọjọ jẹ lori, ti won yoo siwopu lẹẹkansi. Ti o ba ti nwọn foju wọn inú, won yoo di ara wọn, lailai wa ni bi estatuas.

“It derives from Cuba. It’s an old spell, meant to draw to people together. The actual translation is 'I command those who love to swap for a day. If they still love each other and share a kiss before the day is over, they shall shift again. If they continue to ignore their love, they will become their own, ever to be like statues.’ Basically, you guys love each other but are too stubborn to admit it. I finished translating it about five minutes after Dean,” at this point, Sam nodded towards Dean, “fell asleep but I figured you guys need to work some of it out on your own.”

At this point, you and Dean shared a timid smile, still shaken from all that had happened in the past ten minutes. However, true to the Winchester way, you all decided to ignore the elephant in the room and had a couple beers while watching some show you never bothered to catch the name of before going to sleep. In the morning, you met with the boys to bid them farewell. It was then, that you shared a second kiss with the eldest Winchester, half against the Impala, but not quite. After, you saw them climb into the car and drive off seconds before you, too, took to the open road. You still cared about Dean, and you knew it would be a while before those feeling even began to fade, but you were okay. Just like Dean said, anything more would have just lead to pain so it felt right to walk away. Maybe the pain is why they call it a crush…

Agoraphobia

Originally posted by essentyeol

Request: Hi! I love you’re scenarios they are my FAVEs, keep doing what you’re doing 💘 also please could I request a scenario where Chanyeol’s gf gets scared because they go out and they’re loads of fans around but he calms her down, thank you 💕💖

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*Agoraphobia-  An abnormal fear of being in crowds, public places, or open areas.*


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the Locker Room

Prompt: Liam and the reader are enemies but later start liking each other

Warnings: well, Liam and the reader don’t really like each other at first so some harsh words are exchanged. But then they make out in the girls’ locker room which is kinda awkward because I didn’t really know how to write it so yeah


Being one of the only girls on the lacrosse team had its perks. For example, boys. Practices were like heaven, watching their muscles flex as they ran and just exercised in general. Of course, after practice, they stunk to high heaven and I didn’t want them to come anywhere near me, but that was beside the point.

           The second perk was Kira. I met her on the day of tryouts, and she quickly became my best friend. Her love for Marvel and my love for action had us constantly throwing movie marathons which turned into sleepovers when we saw how late at night it was.

           All the attention was definitely the third perk. I mean, Kira and I were the talk of the school. The team was completely male dominated, but our small estrogen edition seemed to draw a crowd of feminists and guys who just wanted to look at a chick playing rough. Coach was happy about that; there was a bigger turn-out at the games, and the school newspaper frequently printed segments advertising us.

           It was great. Really, I loved it. But… all of the good things could be sucked away as soon as Liam Dunbar and I made eye contact.

           In my opinion, he was beyond stupid. Dunbar was always very competitive with me- I guessed that it was because we were the only freshmen on the team because he seemed alright with Kira, so it couldn’t be that I was a girl. He threw temper tantrums a lot, which always resulted in Scott, Kira’s boyfriend, and Stiles, Kira’s… weird… friend, rushing him off into the locker room. Coach used to yell at them when they did that, but eventually he got tired and just rolled his eyes.

           That made me angry. Why the hell was Dunbar so special? Why was he allowed to be escorted off the field by his junior fairy-godmothers? It just wasn’t fair.

           The Friday that I finally lost it was the one that followed our first loss of the season. Last night, in the middle of the game, Dunbar decided that he wasn’t going to pass me the freaking ball liked we had practiced. That pissed me off. He ended up scoring, but I was too mad to care. When I got the ball, I acted like I didn’t see him waiting for me to pass it to him. I scored. The crowd cheered. I basked in the glory until a rough shove to my shoulder jerked me out of the happy haze.

           It was Dunbar, and he wasn’t happy. Through his mask, he spit, “What the hell? Why didn’t you pass to me?”

           I laughed. “Just returning the favor, thickhead. You didn’t pass to me either. And I scored anyway, so I don’t know why you’re getting your tighty-whiteys in a wad.”

           “You’re kidding me, right?” He stepped closer; our masks were pressed together as he shouted. “You’re acting like a child. We’re in the middle of the game.”

           Scoffing, I shoved his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child, Dunbar. Now get out of my face before I make you.”

           He let out a sharp snort of derision. “I’d just love to see you try.”

           Hands were pulling us apart suddenly. Kira had her arms around my shoulders while Scott and Stiles held onto Dunbar’s arms. Coach and the referee were sprinting over to us. Faintly, I could hear Scott muttering, “Hey, Liam, you got this. Stay in control. Breathe.”

           Stiles was chanting as well, although I wouldn’t exactly define his words as ones of encouragement. “You freaking idiot, chill out! You’re going to shift in front of all these people! Because of a girl? You’re kidding me, right? We have a game to play.”

           Kira spun me around. “Y/N, what- are you okay?” Her dark eyes looked me over anxiously.

           “Oh, I’m fine.” Then I raised my voice, knowing he could hear. “Dunbar is just pitching a bitch fit like he’s five and making everything about him again. Nothing new.”

           “What?” Dunbar snarled- I mean, he actually snarled. “You’re the one who’s not following the plays. You won’t pass to me because of your silly little grudge.”

           I was screaming. “You didn’t pass to me first! So how dare you get mad when I do the same?”

           “Are you-” He lurched against Stiles and Scott’s tight hold. “I didn’t see you!”

           “That’s bull and you know it, Dunbar!” I shrieked. “You looked me dead in the eyes and then kept running. You just wanted to compensate with a big win for something smaller, am I right?”

           To make a long story short, by the time Coach got over to us, we were both cussing, so he benched us. “I can’t believe you two.” He angrily shoved his clipboard under his arm. “Okay, yeah, Dunbar, kind of expected it because of your record- no hard feelings- but Y/N? Really? You’re going to try and fight him?”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you insinuating that I couldn’t take him out? Because I could, if you’d like a demonstration.”

           Dunbar laughed coldly. “I would love to see that happen.”

           Whirling on him, I pushed his shoulder. “Do you want to go Dunbar?”

           Coach stuck his arm in between our faces, which were so close that our noses were almost touching. “That is enough!” He roared. “Tomorrow night’s practice, you both are staying after. You’re going to help me clean the gear. And… and… you both better be here Saturday morning. I think a little PT is in order. It’ll be a bonding experience. Might make you like each other.” At the dirty looks Dunbar and I exchanged, Coach back-tracked. “Or maybe it’ll just make you hate each other all the more. Well, my advice to you is- bottle it up and use it on the field. But not against each other for crying out loud!”

           Then we lost the game because Scott and Stiles were benched for some illegal hits- I had a sneaking suspicion that they did it on purpose- and towed Dunbar off to the locker rooms, leaving our team without its captain and some of its best players.

           So yeah, that was mainly the reason why my Friday sucked. I knew I was going to have to stay after. Kira was more understanding than my parents. They chewed me out. She only promised that we could reschedule the Iron Man marathon.

           “Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Kira assured me as I thanked her, slipping my Nikes on. “I just wish you and Liam could get along.”

           I hit my head on the bench when I jerked upwards so fast, quickly brushing off her concerned hands. “Me and Dunbar? Get along? I happen to be a big fan of our relationship. I hate him and he hates me. It’s perfect.”

           Kira pursed her lips as she shimmed into her shorts. “That’s nice, but… do you really hate him?”

           “Well…” I thought it over. Kira was my best friend; I told her everything. I figured this was no different. It wasn’t like she was going to go squealing to anyone. “I mean, yeah, he pisses me off a lot, but… sometimes he’s funny. And he’s definitely not ugly. But you didn’t hear that from me, got it?”

           Hesitantly, Kira nodded. “Okay, but… I mean, no offense, but I think it would make the team more of a team if you tried to focus on those things instead of how angry he makes you and maybe attempted to get along. Plus, it would be nice not having to stop him from ripping your throat out.”

           “Hey!” I settled my hands on my hips. “I am more than capable of ripping Dunbar’s throat out if the time comes.”

           “Please,” I jumped, spinning around to see Coach standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. “Just stop, Y/L/N. I don’t want to give up my Sunday for you, too. Just put some clothes on and get out on the field.”

           I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Coach, I kinda like this look.” I gestured to my shorts and sports-bra. “It makes me feel much freer.”

           “That only makes me worry. Thank you for making my gray hairs grow faster.” He said sarcastically, shifting his weight while still keeping his eyes covered. “Now get on the field!” Coach left then, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘teenage girls are weird.’

           Kira giggled. When I looked at her and asked, “What?” she only shook her head and tossed me my shirt. I slipped it over my head, and we jogged out.

           Everyone was waiting for us, it seemed. Scott came over with a smile on his face, Stiles and Liam trailing him like always. “Hey guys.” He greeted, nodding to me and pecking Kira’s cheek.

           “Hello.” Stiles said awkwardly, scratching his head under his helmet. I guessed he was playing goalie today.

           “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Liam muttered. I smirked and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, retailing with, “You don’t have to thank me. Just know you’re welcome.” Liam was about to get his revenge when Coach blew sharply on his whistle and told us to take a few laps.

           Kira, Stiles, and I all jogged at the same pace while Liam and Scott ran up ahead. “So, Kira, did it work?” Stiles panted.

           “Did what work?” I asked.

           “Oh,” Stiles faltered. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask with you right there.”

           “Maybe you should tell me what the hell you’re talking about, Stilinski.”

           “Alright!  Hey, no need to bust out the last names. We’re cool; we’re good here.”

           Kira rolled her eyes. “He’s talking about the talk we had in the locker room. About Liam. And maybe you and him working out your differences.”

           My mouth dropped open. “You put her up to that?” I almost screamed. I knew people were looking, but I didn’t care.

           Stiles gestured for me to quiet down. “No need to raise your voice, little one! We had the same talk with Liam in the guys’ locker room.”

           Bitterly, I asked, “Well? What? Same results?”

           Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Kira. “Depends on what you said, Y/N.”

           Gasping, I smacked Kira’s arm. “Don’t you even think about selling me out!” I warned. She gave me a cool look before suggesting, “Well, then, maybe you should tell Stiles what you said. It’s you or me.”

           “I don’t want to tell Stiles!” I whined. “He’s just going to blab to Scott who will blab to Dunbar.”

           “Nonsense!” Stiles protested. “I am a trustworthy guy. I won’t tell Scott; I’ll tell Lydia. Who will probably tell Liam directly.”

           It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation. Kira, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell him crap.” Then I took off at full speed, shooting past and weaving through groups of guys. Being the smallest person on the team had its advantage- I was the fastest. Another thing that pissed Dunbar off about me.

           Because I could, as I sprinted past Scott and Dunbar, I shouted, “On your left!”

           “Go to hell!”  Dunbar yelled. I just laughed, “See you there, babe!”

           This went on for the next three laps: I would pass Dunbar, say something to him that would piss him off, and then zip on right ahead of him. On the fifth and final lap, when I came up behind him, I made a very dumb, split-second decision. I smacked Dunbar right on the ass before sprinting as fast and hard as I could.

           “That’s it.” I heard him growl.  Scott warned, “No, Liam, don’t-” But I guessed he didn’t listen. I didn’t bother looking back; I was almost at the stopping point. My lungs and legs burned, and the back of neck was sticky with sweat.

           Something hit my back, and then I was rolling. People started yelling, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying over the blood rushing through my ears.

           Dunbar glared down at me, and I fixed him with a fiery stare. “What the hell is your problem?” I screeched in his face, trying to worm my way out from underneath his body. His hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them to the ground beside me.

           “You’re my problem!” He barked. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up to the point my feet touched my butt. Using my hips, I thrust upwards and to the side, dumping him off of me. The move obviously took him by surprise.

           I was just about to start wailing on him when someone picked me up around the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I recognized those damn shoes. “Stiles!” I pounded on his back. “Put me down!”

           Stiles shook me slightly. “Um, no? Why would I do that? You guys are trying to kill each other! Again!

           “Stiles!” I thrashed against him, but nothing seemed to faze him. Suddenly tired, I let my arms hang limply, stretching towards the ground. Through Stiles’s legs, I could see Scott chewing Liam out. Kira came to his side, speaking quietly in Scott’s ear. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying because everyone was running over and yelling.

           Coach somehow overpowered them all. “Separate them! Stilinski, take Y/L/N over there! This has got to stop! McCall, you’re- taking Dunbar to the showers again. Fine. Whatever. Everyone, settle down! Take another lap to get all of that excitement out of your system.”

           Grunting, Stiles set me down. I watched Scott disappear into the school with Dunbar and Kira. I looked at Stiles, and then back at the doors. Stiles seemed to catch on. “No no no no no. Y/N, don’t you dare-”

           It was too late. I sprinted for the doors, ignoring Coach’s yells and Stiles’s promised shouts, “I’ll get her Coach! I’ve got her! You just go back to… coaching…”

           I knew that Stiles was sprinting after me- and that skinny bastard could move when he wanted to- so I pushed myself, throwing the door open and running as fast as I could for the boys’ locker room. As I pounded through the entry way, I could see shadows in the corner, and water running. Was the shower on?

           I skidded to a stop, peeking my head around the corner.

           Dunbar was puffing under a constant stream of water, back against the wall, eyes closed. Scott was squatting beside him; Kira was standing on his other side. “This has got to stop, dude.” Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re putting her in danger.”

           “Don’t you think I know that?” His eyes flashed open, a furious golden tint to them. “But she’s just so… and I can’t… and it pisses me off!” Dunbar slammed his fist into the tile, completely shattering it. Bits and pieces shot up, scattering all around him. “It’s like I can’t control myself around her! I get so angry because I can’t…” His voice caught in his throat. He shook his head. “And then I do something stupid…”

           Kira stroked his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “We know, Liam. Calm down. We’re going to figure something out.”

           “You guys keep saying that.” He closed his eyes again. In that moment, I found him… very nice looking. His gray shirt was soaked, clinging to his toned chest. Droplets slid down his neck; his hair looked darker, messy. His full lips were pink and inviting.

           “Because it’s true!” Kira insisted.

           Scott sighed. “Did you talk to her?” His mocha eyes were wide and earnest.

           Tentatively, Kira nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t want me to tell you.” When Scott gave her a look, she threw her hands up. “Hey, she is my best friend!”  

           I didn’t realize that Stiles had caught up until he announced, “Yeah, your best friend that part-times as a peeping tom!”

           —

So I got caught. Dunbar was pissed, Kira was pissed, Scott was pissed, Stiles was pissed, Coach was pissed… everyone was ticked off.

           “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” Coach was beet red as he ranted in my face, “but that was the stupidest thing I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot, thanks to Greenberg.”

           Yawning, I watched the other players pick up their stuff and head to the locker rooms. “Coach, I’m pretty much immune to scolding. I’ve been bitched out three times today now. You might as well save your breath because I’m just tuning you out.”

           Coach sputtered.

           “Not trying to be disrespectful.” I tacked on at the end, hoping it wasn’t too late.

           “Well that was a nice save.” Coach waved his clipboard behind him. “Go ahead and meet Dunbar in the weight room. I left the equipment and cleaning supplies in there. I’ll be in my office. And if you two decide to fight, I won’t break it up. I’ll let you kill each other. I’m getting too old for this.” With that, Coach stalked back into the building.  

           —

The weight room was exactly what it sounded like- it was a square building with one room that was filled with weights. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, and it always smelled like butt.

           Dunbar was already seated on the side of a treadmill, furiously wiping the inside of a helmet. “Nice of you to show up.” He snickered.

           “Yeah, well, I was getting my ass chewed. Does that make you feel any better?”

           “Loads.” He threw the can of Clorox wipes at me. “I’ve already started on the helmets. You wanna do the pads?”

           “If you lace up the sticks.” I consented. With an eye roll, he nodded. We worked in silence for the longest time, cleaning and fixing the gear. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Why weren’t we bickering? How come he was so quiet? What was he thinking about?

           Coach poked his head in. “It’s too quiet.” Dunbar and I just looked at each other. “I don’t believe this. It’s too weird. A little bit of yelling never hurt anybody.”

           Once he had left, Dunbar turned to me. “How much did you hear earlier?” He looked at me with his intense blue eyes. “Back in the locker room, I mean.”

           I mulled over my options. I could either lie or tell the truth. I figured that the truth would piss him off the most, so that’s what I told him. “You were talking about how angry I make you. Scott said that you were putting me in danger, and then you said that you couldn’t do something, and that it made you lose control. It made you really angry.”

           Dunbar ran his hand over his face. “Why did you even come in there, Y/N?” He sounded tired. Not upset in the slightest. Damn.

           I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was mad after you tackled me, and wanted to see why you always escape to the locker room with Scott.”

           He let out a puff of air, laying back across the treadmill. His shirt lifted a tad to reveal his stomach. “Okay, well, don’t do it again, alright?” I didn’t say anything. Dunbar laid there for a little while longer. Then he sat up abruptly. “You done with yours?”

           Nodding, I set the last elbow pad down. “Just finished.”

           He held open one of the bags and I began to stuff equipment inside. Once we had finished with that, we stowed everything away in the storage closet, and went to tell Coach that we were done.

           “Oh, you’re still alive.” He looked us over briefly before returning to whatever he was working on. “Go change out of your clothes; you both smell. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty. You’re going to be trying out some of these military workouts I found on YouTube the other day. I suggest eating a light breakfast.”

           Dreading tomorrow, Dunbar and I went our separate ways. The janitor was mopping up the girls’ locker room when I walked inside. “Hi.” I greeted softly. She just nodded and stepped out.

           I had just slipped into my clothes- thankfully- when the door swung open. In the threshold was a red-cheeked Dunbar, gripping his change of clothes with a sour expression.

           “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is the girls’ locker room.”

           “The boys’ locker room is closed. Coach just left and the janitor locked up.”

           “Really?” I crossed my arms. “How did you get your clothes then?”

           “I left them sitting out. The janitor was putting them in the lost and found when I caught up to her.”

           “Okay. Why can’t you change in the bathroom?”

           “Because they’re all locked.”

           “Just drive home in your gym clothes. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

           “No. I’m changing now.” Dunbar threw his clothes on the bench and yanked off his shirt. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on tying my shoes.

           Alright, I couldn’t help it. I kept sneaking peeks at him, watching his arms flex as he moved, back rippling, veins standing out along his arms and hands. It was confusing. He made me so angry, but at the same time…

           “What are you looking at?” I snapped out of it instantly, blinking. Dunbar had his shirt and jeans on now. “Do you like me or something?” He teased, shifting his weight on his sock-covered feet.

           I blanched. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t flatter yourself. Besides, I think you like me.” I smirked, feeling quite accomplished.

           “No, I’m pretty sure that you like me.” Dunbar sneered. “Maybe that’s why you like to push my buttons so much.”

           “You definitely like me.” I stood up, edging my way towards him. “Did you like having me under you earlier?”

           Dunbar stepped up to the plate; we were almost chest to chest. “Not as much as you did. ‘Cause you like me. I drive you crazy. Your heart beats faster whenever I’m around, and you don’t even realize it.”

           I put a finger on his chest to accentuate my point. “You like me, and it pisses you off because you think that you can’t have me.”

           He shook his head. “I don’t think; I know.” He looked at the ground between us. “It wouldn’t be safe for you.”

           “What, because you’ve got an I.E.D.? That’s stupid.” I cocked my head to the side as my voice took on a much softer quality. “Liam…”

           His blue eyes met mine. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispered.

           I wrinkled my nose. “What?”

           “You’ve never called me ‘Liam’ before. I’m always ‘Dunbar’.”

           “Oh,” I watched him chew on his lip. “I never noticed that.”

           “Yeah, well, I always do.”

           We didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. My heart was pounding in my ears at our close proximity. I could feel every breath he took, almost. It was hot- sweltering, even. I could feel my cheeks blazing.

           “Y/N?” Liam murmured. “Be honest with me for a second. What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

           “I would kiss you back.” I answered, blatantly honest. I didn’t have it in me to put up any pretenses; I was too captivated in the way his lips moved, wondering how they would feel and taste. “I’m not rude.”

           “Okay.” He breathed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “So, I’m going to kiss you now.”

           “Because you like me.” His tongue darted out to wet his nervous lips.

           “Only because you like me.”

           “That doesn’t make any sense.” I said, breathless. Our lips brushed each other as he spoke. “It sounded a lot better in my head.”

           That’s when I lost it. My patience, that is. My fingers knotted in his hair, pitching him forward. The second our lips met I sucked in a deep breath, molding my body to his, holding him as close to me as I could. Liam’s hands left my face to grip my hips and then slid down to my ass, squeezing, indulging in the soft supple skin. I bit down on his lower lip, earning a hiss.

           “Too soon?” He panted as his hands retreated to their position on my hips.

           “Bingo.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on his rosy lips.

           “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Just had to get you back for slapping my ass earlier.”

           I giggled. “Then I better have the opportunity to pin you down sometime.”

           “I am so okay with that.” Liam grinned, giving me a softer, more sensual kiss. I cupped his jaw, stretching on my tip toes, allowing his arms to wind around me, tugging me closer.

           “What the hell?” We both jerked away to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, red-faced Coach Finstock.

           Blushing, I shoved Liam’s chest. He didn’t even budge. “I thought you said that he was gone!”

           “I was!” Coach held up his coffee mug. “I forgot this. Now I’m wishing I had just left it.”

           “Nothing was happening-” Liam started to protest, but Coach cut him off. “Nothing was- Dunbar, you were making out in the locker room!” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “Is this why you two were so quiet earlier? Were you plotting? Maybe going for it on the mats?”

           Laughing, I shook my head. “Oh my God, no, Coach. We literally just found out that we like each other like five minutes ago.”

           Liam grinned. “So you do like me! You just admitted it!”

           “Oh my God, Dunbar, you’re so dense. Obviously I like you, otherwise I wouldn’t have just let you get away with groping my ass.”

           “I think I like it better when you call me Liam.” He said as Coach covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear any more! Go home and do whatever you like, just… not in my locker room, for God’s sake!”

Tutor [JiKook]

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Summary: In which Jimin is Jungkook’s American History tutor, and Jungkook can’t help but fall for his tutor.

Word count: 2 056

Type: Angst / Fluff

Pairing: Jikook

A/N: This scenario is the first scenario posted according to our OTP Month. yay! I sincerely hope yiu baby stars do enjoy this scenario, and many others that will be coming up soon! Just a warning, I was reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower while I was in the middle of writing this, so this scenario will be kind of triggering? depressing? I’m sorry if it is! There will be happy and fluffy scenarios posted soon, I promise! x

Happy reading! x


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“Jungkook?”


“Yes?”


“Are you even listening to me?”


Jungkook was pulled out of his deep stare which was purely concentrated on the magical crafting of Jimin’s hands that delicately pushed away the sight of his phone that displayed a text from someone Jungkook saw didn’t have a name in Jimin’s phone but a red heart emoji. Jungkook frowned when he saw that. Of course, Jimin just had to be taken, he was too beautiful not to be.


“Honestly, no.” Jungkook answered Jimin - his American History tutor - with a simple and closed mouth smile.


Jimin chuckled lightly at the younger boy’s honesty, glancing over at his phone that lit up once again, this time showing that Jimin was getting a call from this ‘heart emoji’ person. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the sight. Jimin sheepishly apologized, taking his phone as he stood up from his chair and walked away to talk to the “heart emoji person” in private. But Jungkook was the nosy type, especially when it came to Jimin, and hid behind a white painted wall and quietly listened to Jimin’s conversation.


“I’m at Jungkook’s house.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just tutoring the boy.”

“I’m really tutoring him!”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Jimin was quiet for a while and Jungkook debated whether the heart emoji person had hung up on him or just had a lot to say. Just then, he heard Jimin sniff and right at that moment, he knew Jimin had started crying.


“…Okay.”

“I love you.”


The sad thing is, the heart emoji person never said he loved Jimin back and just hung up the phone, leaving him standing there all alone in that chilly hallway with a heart that had a hole which grew bigger and bigger the longer he stayed in his current relationship. Jungkook nibbled on his bottom lip, shaking his head in disapproval as he thought of why would Jimin get into a relationship with someone who always made him cry, or always made him feel bad about himself. He really couldn’t understand why.


Jungkook quietly walked back to the room that they were both studying in, heating Jimin walk in moments afterwards, his eyes puffy and a pale red colour. Jimin plastered a smile to his face, the fake smile pulling Jungkook’s heart into two opposite directions as he heard Jimin say, “Umm, that’s all for today. I’ve got really important stuff to do right now. I’m sorry, and I hope you understand.”


Jungkook didn’t understand, but as always, whenever Jimin said this, he let him go and stayed up late that night, staring up at the dark ceiling and just thinking of why did he let Jimin go.



The next day at school, he saw Jimin with bruises that littered his precious face - a pale purple bruise around his right eye, a cut lip and bruised nose. Jungkook heavily sighed when he saw this, regretting that he let Jimin go but even if he tried to convince Jimin to stay, Jimin was loyal to his heart emoji significant other and would leave Jungkook, who actually loved him.


Jungkook stood by his rusting locker, placing his books into his locker without a thought as he stared at Jimin, who wasn’t that far away from where he stood. Jimin was frantically searching through his locker, almost looking petrified as he looked for something he had presumably lost.


Suddenly, a boy, not even remotely attractive in Jungkook’s opinion creeped up on Jimin. Jimin froze when he realized someone was behind him, his chest not moving for a long moment before he slowly turned around and smiled nervously at the boy.


Jungkook arched his eyebrow, questioning what was going on before he witnessed Jimin lean in and just about to kiss the boy on the lips, but the boy brought his book to his face which resulted in Jimin kissing the surface of the book.


Jungkook watched on in surprise as Jimin flushed a pastel pink that showed how embarrassed he sincerely was, his boyfriend talking to Jimin, the boy nodding so quickly that Jungkook thought his head might fall off before Jimm shut his locker, running after his boyfriend, bumping into Jungkook in the process.


“Sorry.” Jimin instantly apologized as he collided with Jungkook, in too much of a rush to see that it was Jungkook he bumped into and quickly ran after his abusive boyfriend, Jungkook watching the whole scene with a deep frown spread across his face.


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“What was the period in American History where the Stock Market crashed and banks ran out of money, resulting in many people losing their jobs and having little money?” Jimin questioned Jungkook, who sat with his hands in lap while Jimin walked behind him, not wanting him to see the bruises on his face (even though Jungkook did see them).


“The Great Depression?” Jungkook spoke unsurely, the uncertainty in his voice bringing a smile to Jimin’s face that always made an appearance whenever he was around Jungkook.


  “Correct. You’re improving, Jungkook,” Jimin praised young Jungkook, reaching his hand out and lovingly ruffling Jungkook’s hair, the younger boy smiling a lovesick smile while he could physically feel his heart grow more and more fond of his tutor. “Okay, onto the next question. What was the 1920’s time period called? And what did people in the city do for entertainment?”


“The Roaring 20’s,” Jungkook answered diligently, nodding his head as if he was confirming to himself that he was indeed right, “And the people in the cities went to the movies for entertainment.”


“What kind of movies did they watch and why were they so popular?” Jimin further questioned, clutching the American History text book to his chest as he stared directly Jungkook, his eyes never growing tired of taking in the younger boy’s features - from his dark brown hair that gradually grew curly as time passed by to the pinkness of his small lips. Jungkook was a perfect painting of perfection, and was nice enough to Jimin that it made his heart swell with delight, knowing that there was actually someone out there who cared about him.


“They watched silent movies,” Jungkook answered, “But…I’m not sure about the other question.”


“You can try. I believe in you.” Jimin encouraged the boy, the boy turning his head and looking up at Jimin, the lighting in the room making him appear as some heavenly angel as his eyes sparkled and his white clothing just whispered heavenly over and over again. “Because there was a lot of immigrants that went to America that didn’t speak English, but could still enjoy the movie.” Jungkook answered proudly, showcasing his precious bunny smile that caused Jimin to smile as well, his eyes beginning to smile themselves.


“Correct!” Jimin cheered, the boys giving one another a high-five before Jimin said, “I told you you could do it.”


The boys just stared at each other for a long moment, taking in each other’s features and thinking how God damn beautiful and angelic the other one was and desperately wishing that somehow, someway they could be together. Even if it was for just one day. Just one day.



“Jimin? Where the fuck are you?!”


Jimin’s eyes widened, fear quickly pumping through his veins as he remained paralyzed for a split second before his hands began to shake. Jungkook raised his eyebrow, wondering who could of walked straight into his house without his permission, but didn’t have to wonder long as Jimin’s boyfriend walked into the room.


“Jimin? What the fuck? We were suppose to meet up thirty minutes ago!” Jimin’s boyfriend raised his voice, Jimin shaking at the sound of his loud voice as he looked down at the ground.


Jimin slowly turned around, holding the textbook close to his chest and hoping to God or whatever higher power that this wouldn’t always end up like it always did. He didn’t want anyone to know, especially Jungkook. He was too pure to know of such ugly things that happen to some people.


“I’m sorry,” Jimin apologized sincerely, hating that he found himself saying exactly this phrase repeatedly around his boyfriend. “I lost track of time.”


“You always lose track of time,” Jimin’s boyfriend complained with an angered expression growing on his face, “Once in a while, put me first, kay?”


“I’m so-” Jimin was just about to apologize yet again, but Jungkook interrupted him. “You’re such a dick.”


Jimin’s eyes suddenly enlarged, looking over at Jungkook and giving him a warning look that screamed don’t get involved but after seeing how mistreated Jimin was by the one person that was suppose to treat him best and how many scars and bruises his boyfriend caused, Jungkook couldn’t help but ignore Jimin’s warning gaze and finally do what he should of done a long time ago.


“What did you say?” Jimin’s boyfriend quizzed, pretending as if he didn’t hear Jungkook to make the younger boy rethink his words.


Jungkoook stood up, Jimin not taking this as a sign that something bad was to come and just watched as Jungkook stood before his boyfriend and said, “Did I stutter?”


Jimin’s boyfriend let out a snicker of amusement, looking past Jungkook, who stood before him with an intimidating look and said to Jimin, “You’ve got to be kidding me. This must be some kind of lame joke.”


“I’m afraid there’s no joke here, except you, of course.” Jungkook retorted with a teasing raised eyebrow, standing tall before a guy who was a few years older than him.


Out of nowhere, Jimin’s boyfriend had grabbed the front of Jungkook’s shirt with a tight grip, Jungkook not even shocked or surprised by the action while Jimin cried out, “Don’t hurt him! Please!”


“You’re a little punk, aren’t you?” Jimin’s boyfriend whispered, his words oozing with poison venom. “Stay out of this. It’s none of your fucking business.”


“It is my business when the person I love is being abused by someone who isn’t even remotely attractive.” Jungkook answered truthfully, Jimin looking up from his gaze on the ground and batting his eyelashes, stunned that Jungkook would make such a revelation, especially at this moment in time.


That’s it.” Jimin’s boyfriend stated, all before all hell broke lose, the sound of pained groans and bodies hitting the ground echoing throughout the cold house.


Jimin rushed over as soon as he saw Jungkook dodge a punch from his boyfriend, but receive one from Jungkook. He tried to pull them away from one another, risking getting injured but he didn’t care - he just wanted everything to just stop. Eventually, the fight did come to an end, Jimin’s boyfriend standing up from the wooden floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood before he loudly said, “We’re done, Jimin.” and then left.


Jimin stared out the open door for a long moment, realizing that he was now a free man and didn’t have to attend to his needs anymore because they were no longer dating. He hadn’t felt this alive and this happy in a long time. He turned to Jungkook, a soft smile of happiness spread across his face as he held out his hand, Jungkook giving the boy that bunny smile that Jimin loved endlessly before Jimin helped him up.


“Thanks,” Jungkook thanked the boy with a bashful smile and blush tinted cheeks, “I’m just gonna go and take care of these bruises.”


Jimin only nodded, Jungkook letting out a small sigh before he turned to walk towards the bathroom, his footsteps coming to a halt when he heard Jimin ask, “Did you really mean what you said back there?”


Jungkook stared down at the ground, a fond smile gradually developing on his face as he reminisced about all the times he had spent with Jimin and realized that, oh god he was in love with him. “Yes, I did.”


Jungkook heard the sounds of Jimin’s bare feet softly scrape against the smooth wooden floor, the footsteps drawing even closer and closer before Jimin’s vanilla scent filled his nostrils as he felt Jimin wrap his arms around him from the back. They remained in this position for had seemed like eternity, but was really only a long minute. Jimin smiled, breathing in Jungkook’s scent of cheap cologne and sunshine and responded with, “I love you, too.”


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Love at first Corpse- Edward Nygma Imagine

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Themes: G- nothing bad, just mentions of murder because of ed’s job

Summary: Prompt by @klbwriting​ :  You’re Ed’s intern at the lab and you have secret feelings for each other that come out over a dead body one day (Except in the lab turned into at the crime scene, but the lab is apart of it ;) )

Originally posted by pintasfun

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“So, I was thinking…” You trailed off as Edward continued to murmur over the body in front of you. The poor sod was flopped across the concrete, head and left arm completely detached. It was a toss up between decapitation or blood force trauma, depending on where the blood was. If he was dropped from the roof before his head came off, the fall was cause of death. If the head was cut off them dropped, then obviously decapitation. But what you couldn’t figure out was exactly which came first. The amount of blood around the body screamed it was the fall and then he was decapitated. Brains and skull bits were splattered across the ground, which was your job right now as Edward’s intern, to investigate and collect all those pesky little pieces.

“Ed?” You added again, watching his eyes trail off into the distance as he tapped his pen against his notebook. “Edward Nygma?…. Boss?…. Boss!”

“Huh?” He broke into that same childish like grin as he woke from his little day-dream of sorts.

“I was asking… for your theories on the body.” You chickened out a third time. You cursed yourself. Just fucking tell him! You look at dead bodies all day, fire guns, test chemicals, you know all the bones and chemicals in the human body… you can fucking tell a guy you like him.

But it was hard when he cocked his head at you, still brimming before looking down to the john-doe beneath both your boots. He was just so damn cute when he was clueless about things like this. Not the medicine or science part, but the human part. When you were assigned to him as his intern for your final training you thought this was where you died. He was just so damn… beautiful and easy going and funny. You took pun after riddle after joke, laughing so hard sometimes till you curled up into a ball on the floor trying not to pee your pants. Many nights of you two hunched over evidence, talking theories or ideas out. There were lunches where you two sat on the table, picking out of the other’s take-out, throwing around theoretical situations and med school stories.

He was just so fun to get to know and to talk to. You never wanted to stop, and when he gave you his cell-phone number you thought maybe he liked you back. Until he texted you first to ask you a riddle at 3 am. It was just another line of communication for you two, and though you appreciated being able to talk to him more often then just work, and talking over text meant more talk about anything but work.

There was a moment you thought you might confess, it was right, it was perfect. Just last week you two were pacing the lab, waiting for results, when there was a loud bang sound from something backfiring, or anything outside really, and you both jumped. Tripping, the two of you hit the ground and he landed just over you. You looked up at him, your whole body shivered underneath him as he laughed nervously. You were CERTAIN he would kiss you, the tension was so thick it was choking you as your fingers grazed his lab coat. His eyes fell to your lips, almost thinking about it.

And then the cute fucker got up, helping you up, excusing his clumsiness and went back to pacing. You went home and punched pillows and whined to your best friend over the phone with countless glasses of wine.

So now, looking at him, you decided you had enough. You would tell your clueless boss that his intern liked him. You could do this! You faced down a mobster on a job once, trying to clean up the crime. You’d gone to medical school and held the proud fact you hadn’t had a mental break down. You! COULD! DO! THIS!

“Hey… (Y/N)?” Ed asked as you finished picking up the last tid-bits of the skull.

You inhaled sharply, looking up. You could do this, you repeated in your brain over and over until you clenched your fist. He looked like he was going to speak and you needed to say it before he psyched you out with a riddle or worse.

“I like you!” You both blurted out. Edward’s eyes went wide and you nearly fell backwards.

“Wha-what?” You whimpered, looking over him. He stood, walking to where you where. Careful of the bag of skull and brains you had collected, he hoisted you back up. You were just as blindsided as he, but he was a bit more collected.

“What can you catch but not throw?” He asked, licking his lips nervously. You let you mouth hang open, beyond yourself at the moment. He was really asking you a riddle now. You stammered for a bit, blinking hard before you muttered your answer.

“Ah-uh… Ah Cold.” You stood up straight, fixing yourself. “Ed what does tha-”

“What kind of tree is carried in your hand?” He interjected. You sighed, internally cursing yourself for not being more courageous and telling him earlier. If you had, maybe he wouldn’t be covering it up with riddles. But you played along. Despite being not what you wanted to hear him talk about, you would take riddles over rejection any day.

“Palm… it’s a palm tree.” You answered, your shoulders sagging.

“Except think of your fingers as toes.”

“Wha…. I mean… Um… Feet then?”

“Put them together.” He looked like an eager child now, grinning and blushing. His whole face was lit up.

“Cold… er… Cold Feet?” You asked, then you nearly smacked yourself. What he was trying to say. “You had cold feet…Oh my goodness, you must think I’m a complete dunderhead for not catching that faster.”

You wanted to slap yourself in the head as he laughed, shaking his head. “That day, I had every chance to kiss you… and I apologize (Y/n) for the cold feet. I just couldn’t imagine you thought as anything but a mentor.”

You cocked a brow at him, looking over his face. Then you yanked your gloves off, stuffing them into the sterile pockets of the forensic suit, and cupped his face. You pulled him in close, your lips clashing happily as he nearly stumbled into you. His gloves grabbed onto your suit, steadying himself as he kissed you back happily. You were almost bouncing with glee as the kiss was heaven on your cold skin, you smiled into the kiss as he pulled you up against him.

“HEY! NO PDA AT A CRIME SCENE NYGMA…” You broke apart as Harvey shouted at the two of you from across the street. Edward chuckled to himself, breaking free and stepping back to where he was before the kiss.

“And… it he was decapitated after he was pushed… but his body was frozen, which is why there isn’t enough blood on the ground.”

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how about one where you/reader just joined the team and buck has a crush and cap says for him (buck) to act on it but he's all self loathing because he doesn't want to make anyone else put up with his crap so he just admires you from afar

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Word Count: 1,458 (omg what even)
Warnings: mentions of torture, brainwashing
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“You know,” Steve nudges his arm, “you could always just go talk to her.”

Bucky breaks himself away from looking at you across the room to sardonically look at his best friend, “You know, you could actually touch my human arm, that way I actually feel you attempting to be my wing man.”

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Hello my moose children! I know I usually apologize for being late on stuff. Whenever yall want another imagine, let me know. You guys have to remind me! I get caught up in school work ( I’m so close to getting a C in my World History Class!!) Sorry that the gifs aren’t the best for this one. I tried to find the perfect ones for it but I got tired of looking. Remember I love you all and Stay Strong! ~ Aliyah

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You were driving home from a hunt with the boys. It had been a long night and you were pretty much knocked out in the backseat. Being slowly sunk into your rest, you could barely hear Sam and Dean talking about how proud they were of you for killing a demon. Dean mentioned how sexy you looked while doing it. You’ve been dating him for a while and you loved going on hunts with him and Sammy. Knowing that you’d be back at the bunker, in bed with him, made you smile, before you were finally out cold. 

Later

You woke up to the sound of ambulances and yelling. Looking around, you saw the medical vehicles but you couldn’t figure out where the yelling was coming from. You also felt pain…a burning pain. When you look down, you see a huge chunk of the window in your abdomen. You couldn’t feel anything. You tried moving your fingers but that was nearly impossible.  You realized you were losing alot of blood because of the large pool of it seeping out of your side.You started to panic, looking around for a paramedic or someone to help you. That’s when you saw Dean in the distance. He was being held back by a few cops. 

“Please let me go! I need to see her. Please” he yelled

“Sir, please stay calm. Everything’s gonna be alright” one officer said

“She’s dying! Do your fucking job and save her!” he yelled

“Sir-" 

Dean broke through the human barrier and ran over to you. You could barely see him. Darkness of death closing in fast on you. Every step he took sound like a gunshot. Loud with every move. He nealt by your body with tears in his eyes.

"Y/N! Y/N! Stay with me baby. Come on, you’re stronger than that.”

“D-d-d-” you could barely say

“Yes? What is it baby?”

“I’m d-dy-" 

"No, you’re not! Don’t say that.”

“Deal” you said

“Deal? What deal?” he asked

“I m-m-”

“You made a deal? Why?” he asked with tears in his eyes

“I..save..you..dying…hunt” you said in between breaths

“You saved me from dying” he said with his lip quivering

You started to close your eyes.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Stay with me! SOMEBODY HELP HER DAMN IT!” Dean yelled

The last thing you felt was Dean lifting your head then, black.

*In Hell*

You were bound by chains and hooks. Every part of you was hurting and there was no escape from it. You looked around and everything was black and red. Bloodcurdling screams and shouts of pain and evil were heard from every corner of the area. Then you heard somebody approaching you. You couldn’t turn around and see who it was but by the voice you knew…

“Hello Darling”

Crowley…

“You happy?! You took me away from the only people I actually cared about and you managed to ruin their lives too.”

“Well, we did make a deal. A deal is a deal, right?” he said

“You deserve a freaking medal” you said sarcastically 

“Well, if you don’t mind. Since you’ll be own here practically for eternity, I have a job for you.” he said

“I’m not doing jack squat you bastard” you spat

Crowley walked up to you slowly and the grabbed you by your jawline

“You will do whatever I say, WHEN I SAY! Do you understand?” he said in a low tone

“Bite me” you spat

He walked over to a table full of drills and knifes. He grabbed a drill and turned it on.

“Looks like we’ll have to put  some sense into you then” he said while powering the drill

He walked back to you and focused the drill t'ward your eyes. You wriggled but nothing happened.

“ep, ep ,ep. Stay still now, it’ll hurt just a tad.” he said

*Out of Hell*

You dug your way out of your grave. You’re surprised the boys didn’t burn your bones. They probably knew you’d fight for way out. You had to fight and kill for your freedom. Killing guards and demons to get out of hell then  3 day in Purgatory of fighting off every evil being out there. You put up one hell of a fight though. Anyway, you hitchhiked your way around town trying to find Sam and Dean. You only wanted to see their faces, especially Deans. You missed him the most. Once you found your way back to the bunker, you took a deep breath in before knocking. You didn’t know how the boys would handle this.You gained the courage and knocked. The door opened moments later…it was Dean. 

“Y/N?” he said in shock

“Dean” you said

The both of you were in absolute shock. Then he raised his gun.

“Who the hell are you? What is this? Some sick joke?” he said sternly aiming his gun at you

“Dean! I’m actually Y/N!” you pleaded

“prove it” he said handing you a knife

You pulled your sleeve back and proceeded to slice you forearm with it. You didn’t sizzle or burn.

“Alright. Drink this” he said handing you holy water

You downed a water bottle full of the blessed liquid. Same result. It was really you.

There was a pause for a moment. Then he threw his gun down and ran to you. He hugged you so tight and you could hear him cry a little.

“Baby! But how-” he said

“I fought with all the willpower and drive I had in me. Just for you and Sammy” you said

“ You don’t know how much I friggen missed you. I tore myself apart for days on end about your death” he said

He looked you in the eye 

“Let’s start over from where we left off” he continued

You both walked in the bunker hand in hand

*That night*

You were laying in bed with him. Things were back to normal…finally. Everything payed off. You were fast asleep cuddled up next to him when you started to twitch. You were having nightmares about hell. 

*Nightmare*

“Please don’t kill me” a small voice said to you

“I’m sorry but I have to. I have no choice” you said with a tear 

You raised your hand with the machete in tow and just when you were about to kill the voice, you jumped out of your sleep screaming

*Reality*

“Hey, hey. Y/N! Baby! What’s wrong? Calm down baby” Dean said worriedly

“I couldn’t save her!” you shouted

“Woah woah! Who?” he asked

“The little girl. I couldn’t save her. It was my fault. ” you cried

Dean cradled you in his arms and kissed your forehead 

“It’s okay. It was only a nightmare. It’s all over baby. You’re safe with me now.” he said

“No Dean you don’t understand! I had to kill people….innocent people. Even children. All I can think about is their faces right before I did it. Then I had to torture so many people too. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Crowley forced me to.” you cried

Dean kissed your forehead again

“I know how you feel. I went through the same thing when I was in hell.” he said

“He tortured me first. He peeled off my skin and then he would drill  into my head. He lit me on fire before and i couldn’t put it out. I cried out for you so many times but, I knew you weren’t there…you weren’t coming to save me” you said

“If I could, I would. I tried getting Cas to get you out of there but he couldn’t. it was difficult to. He tried everything. I mean EVERYTHING, to get you out. Listen to me. You’re home with me now. I’m never letting you go back there ever again you hear me?” he said

“Yes” you said crying

He held you close and the rest of the night was spent in his arms.

He Apologises After The Fight // 4/4 5SOS Preference

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Calum:

At first, Calum didn’t know what he did to make you mad so he just left you to cool down. But when he noticed how genuinely mad you were at him, he continually apologised. He knew he fucked up, and he’d be apologising nonstop.

You were annoyed with his constant half heart of the situation so you told him leave you alone and shut up.

He would leave you alone for a few minutes until coming back and not taking the silent treatment as an answer. There was no other way for you to stop being angry then to get you to laugh again. So he resulted into a tickle fight.

When he first came to you, you didn’t budge. But when he found your most ticklish spot you would be laughing so hard, begging for him to stop so you could catch your breath. He’d be laughing along with you.

When he finally stopped tickling you, he leaned his forehead against yours and kissed your nose.

“I’m really sorry.” He mumbled against your lips.

“It’s alright.” You leaned up to kiss him back.

Cal would think he was completely forgiven but you just grinned and tickled him for payback.

Michael:

What you’d fight over would be about how Michael never helped around the house and you always had to be the one to clean up after him. He slowly started to notice you being slightly hostile towards him.

So one night he decided to clean around the house to make it up to you. You were in another room when you heard a loud crash and him yell out ‘FUCK!’  You come running into the room and see that like the TV fell on top of him cause he was dusting the back of it. He look so pained causing you to laugh at his vulnerable position.

“Glad you find my pain funny.” He mumbled, still stuck under the TV.

You took this opportunity to take a photo and post it. You continued to laugh and then help him. Mikey just pull you into his lap where he was sitting and cuddle you from behind

“I know you’re mad that I don’t help you out enough and I’m so sorry about that.” He whispered and you kiss his cheek. He then said in a confident tone, I’m gonna help out more.”

You just nodded and giggled, “And first thing you should do is buy us a new TV.”

Luke:

You didn’t mean to get mad at Luke so easily. But that guy could be so oblivious and ignorant to your feelings when you two fought. When you didn’t reply to his texts and calls he knew he needed to make it up to you.

So when you got home one day, you were hit by the smell of flowers. When you walked into your living room you say Luke nervously playing with the rose in his hand and his back to you.

“Luke? What is this?” He immediately turned around and smiled.

“Hi Y/N.” He said.

“Uh hi?” You were in shock by the amount of roses that were in your room right then.

“Okay I need you to listen.” Luke started. “I want to apologise for being an ass the other day.”

“A huge ass.” You muttered.

“Yes, a huge ass. But Y/N, I also want you to know that even though we fought I still love you. Everyone fights sometimes, but we can still be better after everything. Please Y/N, I’m so sorry.“ He finished and you couldn’t help but pull him into a tight hug. 

You were about to say something once you pulled apart but were distracted. "Did you make dinner?”

Both of you turned to face the table with lit candles and two meals. Luke scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, look. I tried to. I really tried. But it just went wrong and everything looked and tasted bad. And I wanted you to come home with some nice tasting food so I went for a quick maccas run and-”

You went on your tip toes to silence him with a kiss. “You’re such a dork.”

Luke went red slightly and buried his face in your neck. “It’s bad isn’t it?”

You held his face in your hands. “It’s perfect. McDonald’s for dinner? Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ashton:

You and Ashton didn’t usually fight. But when you did, everything that was said was too harsh.

You two were in the middle of an argument and yelling at each other. You would be screaming at him out of utter frustration. He’d be taken aback and how pissed you were at him and retaliate and say something stupid.

“If you shut up and let me speak then maybe you wouldn’t be such a crazy bitch! Honestly, you need to learn to calm down and that everything isn’t about you.” His voice rose. “YOU’RE TOO UP YOURSELF THAT YOU CAN’T SEEC THAST PEDJOPLE-“

He would’ve continued but you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Ash was so serious and I was hard to take him seriously when he couldn’t even speak English properly.  The stress and frsutrastion from the situation was being expressed through your uncontrollable laughter. You were tired and maybe that’s why you were laughing way more than you should. You sat down, clearly not trusting your legs to keep you stable.

Ash was really confused and slightly annoyed that you were laughing at him. “Why are you laughing? We’re in the middle of a fight.”

You said simply, “Really Ash? I mean, do you want to continue to fight? If so, be my guest.”

He gave a soft smile and sat next to you. He laughed lightly along with you because whenever you laughed, he laughed too. After you caught your breath and calmed down slightly there was complete silence. You were look straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with Ash. You felt his fingers slide between yours, holding your hand tightly.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

You just sighed, “Honestly Ash, I forgot what we were even fighting about because you messed up your little ‘speech’.” He let out a nervous chuckle while you kissed his cheek. “You’re such a dumbass.”

He kissed you quickly on the lips. “But you still love this dumbass right?”

“Of course.”

Idol!AU | WIP 1

“How does it feel to be the youngest group to win on Sina Station’s Music Stage, not since Erwin Smith, or No Name, nearly ten years ago?”

“I–” Eren pauses, overwhelmed with joy, and breaks out into a huge grin (which draws some enthused screams from the audience), “I can’t believe it! We made it this far together. And to think that I failed my audition the first time!”

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malecwood-deactivated20161120  asked:

Hola, gorgeous! Here is the prompt: Could you please write cute Malec one, based on this gif--- zude*tumblr*com/post/150596860962/mylionsheartbreak-zude-on-the-beach. , pretty please?? Wish you a wonderful day! 😘😘

I finally finished it!! Thank you so much for your adorable suggestion, Ivy. I hope you like it! (And forgive any kind of typos and stuff like that rip)

Malec + Beach date.


Alec feels the car stopping. Or at least he imagines it.

“Alec, we’re here, love,” Magnus was softly shaking his shoulder, “wake up.”

He hears one of the doors opening and quickly reminds himself that he needs to move after Magnus. So even just half awake, Alec orders his body to move and get out of the taxi; even looking at the vehicle from the barely illuminated sidewalk is still quite hard for him to understand why Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, decided that hiring a taxi was better than using a portal.

Before he got to answer his own questions, the taxi was gone and Magnus was standing by his side with their only bag over his shoulder.

“Shall we?”

Magnus was guiding Alec by the hand while he practically sleepwalked behind him, dragging his feet and yawning too much in such a short span. It was probably close to midnight, if his body wasn’t lying to him, and he was almost sure they weren’t exactly going in a hotel’s direction.

And then the concrete turned to sand under his boots, making Alec completely sure that they weren’t following the city’s direction.

Magnus stopped and so did Alec, their hands still holding each other when he finally opened his eyes.

They were standing on the shore of the beach. The sand was silver under the moon’s pale white light, and the sea was deep blue, dangerous and calm at this time of the night. There were no other sound more than the waves crashing against the sand, no other living beings than them.

“Magnus, the city is on the other side, babe,” Alec told him pulling his hand gently.

“I know. I want to do something before we go to the hotel,” Magnus let go of Alec’s hand took his boots and socks off. Alec stood there, still sleepy and not quite awake yet. “Come on, take your shoes off.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Alec didn’t even flinch.

“With my life.”

“Then take your shoes off and roll up your pants,” Magnus ordered softly, doing exactly the latter.

Alec was asleep enough to not worry too much about the details or about the lack of them. So he unlaced his boots and kicked them off clumsily, needing Magnus to keep his balance to take off his socks. After rolling up the sleeves of his pants just as Magnus did, he allowed his boyfriend to guide him by the hand once again.

Now their things were abandoned in the sand, and their feet were under water to their ankles.

Magnus was happy and on his element, smiling from ear to ear with half of his face being showered by the moonlight. He was walking a little ahead of Alec, squeezing his hand tightly so they won’t break their connection so easily.

Alec was happy too, just seeing him relax after so many weeks of stress and fights. This was the moment they both have been waiting for.

A moment just for them. To relax. To breathe without feeling like it was the last one they were going to get.

Magnus turned and he started walking backwards all the way back, and now he was holding both of Alec’s hands. Alec was surprised to see such a big smile on his face; Magnus was always laughing and smiling, but never like this.

“I love you,” Magnus murmured in the silence. His voice almost losing itself with the sound of the waves, but at the same time loud and clear to Alec’s ears.

It was the very first time Magnus said I love you. Alec said it first at least a week ago when they were in a very dangerous and very inappropriate situation for such confession. After than he said it once, but Magnus just smiled and the subject was never brought up again.

Alec felt like crying. He swallowed with some difficulty.

“I love you too, Magnus.”

You know how books and love stories always talk about the most perfect romantic kiss to ever happen to the main character? The one that happens under the rain or under the disco lights of the school dance. The one that each and every girl wants to have at least once in their life.

The problem with love these days is that sometimes we forget the perfect moment it’s not in the surroundings, but in the person standing in front of you. Because it doesn’t matter if there’s rain, disco lights or not. If you’re with someone you love, everything can turn out to be beautiful.

(Well, not everything. But you get it).

To be fair, this kiss had both things. The moonlight over them, the waves licking their ankles and producing the sweetest music to ever exist. Magnus holding Alec by his elbows, Alec holding Magnus by his neck. Their bodies in sweet contact, swaying at the rhythm of their heartbeats.

It was like kissing for the first time. With the rush and the feeling of something new flourishing inside them.

Alec pulled away slowly, but he placed his forehead against Magnus’, his eyes still closed and his hands still holding his face.

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.” Magnus smiled big and bright, moving away from Alec and towards their bag.

“Where are you going?” Alec called, suddenly surprised by the change of situation.

He was just finishing the question when he noticed Magnus pulling his pants down. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing Magnus do something like that, but it was the first he was doing it in such a public place. Not that there was anyone around.

“I’m going for a swim. Are you coming, shadowhunter?” Magnus said with a clear challenge in his voice. Suddenly his shirt was gone too.

Magnus was standing there, a couple of steps away, in his tight black boxers. They stared at each other for long seconds, and then Magnus started running towards the sea and throwing himself against a wave.

Alec couldn’t help but laugh and without thinking about any of the possible outcomes, he took all of his clothes off and dashed after Magnus; he was already waiting for him wet all over.

The first thing Magnus did (and Alec was sure he used magic) was to splash a lot of cold water in Alec’s direction, which only resulted in a big splashing fight that had them both laughing at the top of their lungs and screaming each other’s names and sometimes little curses here and there.

A little later, Magnus walked off to the shore, giggling and hugging himself to try and not feel the cold air that much. He finally sat in that point where the waves were still able to reach him, but not quite cover him; and suddenly he had this beautiful image of Alec staring into the horizon, hair wet and pale skin under the moonlight, runes highlighted by this.

So many things happened in such a short amount of time, but Magnus knew deep down that if coming to an option, he wouldn’t change a single thing.

Alec turned around and started his way towards him, his hands brushing his hair back, his dark blue boxers hanging low on his hips. If this wasn’t some kind of Michelangelo thing, nothing was.

Magnus thought that maybe Alec was going to drop by his side, but instead, his young shadowhunter sat on his lap, both hands supporting his weight on each side of Magnus’ waist.

“Hey,” Magnus whispered looking up into Alec’s hazel eyes. The night brought out the green in his eyes almost incredibly.

“Hey, you,” Alec smiled fondly, and leaned down to press his lips on Magnus’.

If it wasn’t for Alec’s strong hold on the sand, the wave that crashed around them would’ve throw them down; but it was as if that wasn’t part of their reality, where this kiss was everything, and the press of their bodies together was the only thing and the only reason they were breathing. Why they were alive.

Some philosopher said that soulmates are just two people that were born together but split in two.

And maybe this was how it felt to come together once again.


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