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Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 

“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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prompt: “hey, have you seen…? Oh” + “well, this is awkward” + “it’s not what it looks like” 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff with v minor tony swearing

prompt list: click here

a/n: please send me hd horizontal bucky gifs bc im running out and im not gonna post new fics without cute gifs im petty like that

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For anon…(I seriously love his purple eyes) enjoy!

Y/N sat, body rigid, on the cold stone floor. She was trembling, she knew that, but she hoped it didn’t show. The purple eyed Kree was slowly circling her. His steps echoed throughout the large, dark room. Y/N kept her frightened gaze forward.

“You,” Ronan began, “are the perfect specimen.”
She grit her teeth as he ran a hand through a back strand of her hair.
“I want you to rule by my side. With this Orb, I shall be unstoppable. No one will be able to defy me, defy us,” he declared madly.
“I would never be wed to such a tyrant as you,” Y/N spat lowly.
Ronan’s eyes flared before a wicked smirk formed. “But you will, my dear. The moment Nebula has her hands on the Orb is the moment we will be tied together forever.”

Y/N bit her lip while slowly closing her eyes. She just wanted to get away from him.

Y/N furiously wiped her hand across her cheeks. She had been crying for hours now, and she was done with it. She wanted to stop feeling hopeless, stop feeling useless, belittled. As her breathing slowed, determination grew within her. Her eyes darted around her chamber.

Two guards were in front of the main door. There was a barred window to her left. She reached a hand under her mattress near the end of the bed. She groaned inwardly when she felt her weapon had been taken. There was no doubt in her mind that Ronan swept the room for such things.

Her eyes landed on a lamp. Y/N moved from the foot of her bed and toward the object. She whispered a thanks that the light was already off. Silently, she removed the light bulb and shade. Gritting her teeth, she broke off the middle pillar. She tucked it behind her clothing and walked over to the door.

“Guard,” she called, “I need to use the facilities.”
“Go in the corner.”
With a slight cringe, she continued, “Don’t let Ronan hear you speak like that to his future queen.”
The guard quirked a brow.
“I may despise the idea, but it’s happening nonetheless. That means I can punish those I wish. Do you wish to be the first in line?” she paused, “All I wish is to use the lavatory.”

The two guards exchanged a look. After a few moments, the one with the key began to open the door. Y/N forced a smile and gave them a slight nod. Her hand remained on her makeshift weapon.

“Thank you.”

Just as the guard when to roll his eyes, Y/N pulled out her weapon and stuck the guard in the lower gut. Before the second one could do anything, she shoved the hurt one into the other. She ripped the guard’s weapon from him before sprinting away.

She managed to make her way toward another large room. She slowed to a tiptoe while hoping Ronan wouldn’t be in that large room. She peaked her head around the corner slowly. Her eyes lit up as she stepped into the room. Guards littered the floor.

“Peter?” Y/N called in bewilderment.
“Y/N,” he replied with a sigh of relief.

Peter sprinted from his spot and over to her. He spun her in a circle happily. He was grinning as he let her go.

“Some folks on Xandar helped. Not to mention Gamora’s knowledge of the place.”
Y/N entered his embrace once again, a tear slipping out. “That beast wants me to be his wife,” she muttered disdainfully.
Peter’s eyes flared with anger. “Well, he won’t get a chance to now. Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

Without hesitation, Y/N followed Peter out of the gloomy place. She was more than happy to leave that power hungry Kree alone. She just hoped he wouldn’t try and follow through with his ideas.

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Bound to Happen (Part 6), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,640

Author’s Note: I feel like I never made this super clear - but this is not a recreation of The West Wing. It is heavily inspired by it, yes, but they are not White House staffers and it doesn’t follow the exact same story line. Just wanted to clear any confusion! I thought sticking them into an AU was too constricting.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Cursing. This chapter is modeled after the Gaza car explosion episode, so be warned.

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“I can barely go one night without you here, I don’t know how I’ll go an entire week.” Lin collapsed into his dressing room couch.

“Do you want a West End production of In the Heights or not?” You shot back, gaining a huff from him.

You were leaving the next morning to join a select group in early negotiations to put Lin’s show up in London. They were very early negotiations, which is why you were tagging along.

Lin had insisted months ago - when the trip was a distant thing in the future and he thought you would deserve a vacation. ‘You’ve been with this show as long as I have, just make sure Usnavi’s not white and we’ve got a West End production!’ was his stellar reasoning.

Now that the trip was in twelve hours, he was having second thoughts.

“Just, have fun and tan!” He insisted as places were called.

“It’s London!” You reminded him as his cap was secured snugly on his head. 

It was two in the morning when Lin got the call. He grumbled when Tommy flashed across the screen. Probably still adjusting to time zones and didn’t think before dialing, Lin reasoned as he rejected the call and stuffed his face back into the pillows.

He called three more times before Lin finally gave in.

“It is dark as shit out, Tommy.” Lin sneered, arm reaching blindly to flick on his bedside lamp.

It’s Y/N.” Tommy was crying.


Lin spent the next few hours on the phone with various doctors and anyone who was in the group. 

A car accident. Lin sent you to London and you were half-dead from a car accident.

“They’re not really telling us anything. We’re not family and we’re in a different country-”

“It’s okay, Tommy. They told me enough.” Breathed Lin, who, after four hours now, was still curled up on his bed. The only visible change was the sunlight peeking in from the window.

“We’re all heading back to the hotel. We’ll keep you updated.”

Lin hung up before Tommy could start another grieving session, as if there was no hope.

Despite what everyone anticipated, Lin was at the theater that night, pleading with anyone that would listen that he was going on tonight even if he had to scream the lyrics without a mic on.

“Either get me a mic, or get the fuck out of my way-” He was taking it out on a poor stage hand whose name he couldn’t remember when he felt a harsh tug at the collar of his shirt.

“Take it easy, man.” Chris was at his side as Lin’s body shook with sobs. The stage hand scampered away, “Hey-”

Lin was struggling to catch his breath, panting as his lungs worked to catch up with the devastation.

I sent her there.” 

“Don’t start with that shit.”

Lin wanted to snap again because he did send you and it was his fault and instead of being greeted this morning with your coffee and a scolding from Karen, all he received was thirty solemn faces that couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now-” Chris offered, giving him permission to do exactly what he had wanted to this morning, “I think we’d all understand.”

“Thanks.” Lin whispered, striding towards the door. By the time he was in the street, he was sprinting back towards his apartment, racking his brain for how long a flight from New York to London was.

Lin expected the booth to be empty - the meeting with the artistic directors of the theater didn’t start for another ten minutes, but he always liked to show up a bit early.

A head start.

To his surprise, the door was open and the lights were on. And there you were.

Humming to yourself, you twirled around the room effortlessly. You were making copies and highlighting important sections of the script and brewing coffee at the same time.

He was in love.

“Uh, hello?” Lin called, standing in the doorway and wondering if he was intruding. You spun and met him with a grin.

“Hi.” He continued to stare, “Oh! I’m Y/N. I’m working on this show by uh-” You glanced down at the script, “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who are you?”

“Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He smiled lightly, wondering how this multitasking scatterbrained girl was now working on his show.

“Of course I knew that!” You certainly didn’t, “I’m your assistant. Well, technically I’m an intern but I feel like that’s such a high-school job title so-”

“Assistant it is.” Lin agreed, slinging his bag off his shoulder and taking a spot at the table you were currently setting up.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You nodded as you continued your impromptu dance around the room - checking that the presentation was set up properly, that the pages were in order and the coffee was on the right track, “I like your show, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Remember I said that when you’re looking for an assistant when this thing hits Broadway.”

Lin laughed lightly as he flipped to the first page of your copy of the script. Hastily scribbled in the margins were notes.

Start with talking to the audience to reassure them. This is a show for them even if they know nothing about Washington Heights.

“I will.”

Lin’s first stop was the hospital - where he had to fight doctors to get to you. He still hadn’t showered and was in the same clothes from when he left the theater.

He probably looked like the messiest, most frantic guest they’d ever had in their waiting room, but he crossed an ocean to be there. He was getting into that room.

Finally, he was in contact with a doctor that understood the circumstances and was willing to take the time to explain the situation and treatment plan - a lot of which made Lin queasy.

“Do you want to see her?”

Lin was ushered to a brightly lit hallway. He had never been in an ICU before and it was just as terrifying as he imagined it to be.

“We don’t expect her to come to anytime soon - but you can go in if you’d like.” The doctor offered. She turned the corner and led him to your room. The door was slightly jar, and she pushed it further open.

“You said she’d-”

“-be just fine if everything goes according to plan, yes. A few months of physical therapy for the leg. Frequent check-ups on the lung. Nothing too strenuous.” She confirmed.

You didn’t look like someone that would be just fine. Lin tip-toed into the room. The tubes and machines and beeping was all too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and suddenly the nausea was catching up to him.

He doubled over at the sight of you, bruised and bandaged and the tears he had been holding in on the plane were spilling here.

The doctor left with a courteous farewell and a reminder that she would be available for questions before closing the door behind her.

It took him twenty minutes to work up the courage to pull the chair up next to your bed. It took another ten for his hand to find yours. 

The next two days were spent in that chair. He set up a writing station by your side, the constant click of his notebook the only thing able to drown out the beeping of the machines. He hotel was used for the shower and its continental breakfast and never for sleep.

He has halfway through tearing apart a lyric when he felt your bed shift. He yanked his earbuds out by the chord, slamming his laptop shut and set it on the floor. He sat up, eyes locked on your face as your eyes clenched in pain.


He wasn’t sure he heard it. Maybe his mind was playing tricks and you were still fast asleep with the help of very heavy drugs.

“Lin.” Your hand was moving now, trembling as you reached for something blindly.

Your eyes wavered open, lids heavy as you took in the speckled ceiling.

“Lin.” His hand was in yours again, and he was out of his chair in a second.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as it wavered.”You’re okay.”

“You’re here.” Your voice cracked from under use, your throat screaming for water.

“Of course I’m here.” He smiled reassuringly, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He never wanted to see your eyes on anything but him again.

“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, barely decipherable.

A nurse bustled in with a jug of water and instructions from the doctor. A remote was shoved into your hand for whenever the pain became unbearable. You immediately clicked it three times.

“It only works the first time, I think.” Lin breathed a half-assed laugh, trying to keep the mood light in the presence of the nurse.

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated firmly, hand trying to brush away the nurse as she moved to take blood. “Say it.

“It’s not my fault.” Lin said, but didn’t believe.

You let the nurse go about her business for the moment, eventually leaving with the promise of food upon her return. You weren’t hungry. Lin’s hands were on your blankets, pulling it up so it would cover your shoulders.

“Is everyone else-”

“They’re all fine.” He promised, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “They want you to get better.”

“They just want to put me back to work.” You grumbled, voice dipping as you settled back into bed. “I’m irreplaceable.” You smiled, wanting to see it mirrored on Lin’s face - fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you again.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but you had already dozed off, “Irreplaceable.”

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Part Two

Summary: Here’s part one, if you missed it: Part One

Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, Tattoo Artist!Reader, smut

Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex (assume reader is on the pill; wrap it before you tap it, kids), kinky af

Author’s Note: Wow. Okay. So, The Challenge: Part 1 was really successful, and a bunch of people like it, apparently. So here’s Part Two and a whole lotta smut. (I’ve only written smut like twice before this so please don’t kill me if this sucks.)

Also: I know that tattoos need to be covered and cared for, but since this occurs in the future we are just going to pretend that you get the tat and you’re good, m’kay?

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{Monsta X Reaction} to S/O having sleep paralysis

Scene: You’re lying there, tossing and turning because not a single position is comfortable. Eventually you lay on your back, but something’s wrong. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, pinning your whole body down. Your eyes shoot open, but your whole body is stiff and it refuses to move, struggling to get a decent inhale of the cold night air, your conscience internally screaming at your body to move just a little. Just enough to wake your partner next to you. Tears slowly start to form and you’re scared of being stuck like this, but the fear only digs its nails further into your psyche when out in the corner of your eye you see this figure standing in the doorway. You can’t make out who it is, its face is completely blacked out, until it smiles. The tears now streaming down your face and all you want to do is move. When it felt like you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, the weight that was on your whole body was gone and so was the figure. You gasp loudly and began to sob even louder, waking your partner next to you.

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New Tattoo. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*

“And what do you think?”

Your eyes flicker between the grey lamp filled with blue flowers on the back of his right upper arm and his warm brown eyes, twinkling with excitement. You look back at the tattoo, then at his face. You don’t know what to say. Or actually you know what to say but you don’t know how. You open your mouth but quickly close it and he notices because he gently takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers and looks at you.

“You don’t like it,” he frowns without taking his eyes off of you.

“No, it’s uh- uh-“

“You don’t like it,” he repeats again and this time it really sounds like a statement.

You look back at him and frown deeply when his eyes are no longer twinkling with happiness. Instead, they’re slowly filling with sadness and disappointment.

“No, Shawn, it’s not that, it’s just-“

“Just what?”

You sigh deeply and observe the big tattoo for the third time in 5 minutes.

“Does this mean that you want a sleeve tattoo?”

“What no!” he giggles and crinkles appear beside his eyes. “I’ll just stick to these two and maybe when I’m older I’ll get another one. I don’t know that yet… Why are you asking?”  

“It’s nothing…”

He cups your face and gently makes you look at him. “Y/N, I know you’re scared that I will leave you or get this huge ego but I promise you I’m not going to let that happen.” He captivates your eyes with his and you can see the honesty in his eyes. It’s like reading a book. His beautiful eyes are the pages and the different shades of brown are the feelings.

“And for your information, I thought this through. I really did,” he adds and softly smiles down at you.

“But, you said you’d never get tattoos, you said they scared you?”

“Well when I was younger they did scare me indeed. No, that’s a lie. I’m still scared of needles,” he confesses sheepishly and a small blush tinges his cheeks pink.

“Then why get another tattoo?” you frown and trace the outline of the tattoo.

“Because I wanted to. You see, Y/N, the lamp represents you because you illuminate me and the darkness around me. The blue flowers represent us. We’re safe in this lamp, because of your brightness. Also, we’re flowers, which means we can grow, in our relationship, as people. It sort of represents our future as well.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you let his words sink in. “Our future?” You ask just to be sure you heard him right. “Yes, our future,” he whispers and softly pulls you closer to him. A small smile plays on his lips. “So, Y/N, what do you think?” he asks playfully, referring to what he said ten minutes ago when he almost kicked down the door of your apartment so he could watch your reaction. “If you’re neither getting a sleeve tattoo nor a big ego, then yes.” “Yes?!” he asks excitedly yet he tries to play it cool. “Yes, I like it.” He smiles widely, lifts you up and spins you around. “Yes,” he repeats and grins widely.
I decided to write this after I’d heard about his new tattoo. I hope you enjoy it! X

FIC: Things That Go Bump

This is a reader request from the other day. They’d asked for a fic where the reader and Tom are in bed talking about ghosts and spooky stuff when they hear weird noises. I’ve been working a lot lately, and haven’t been feeling well on top of it, so I hope this is good. :)

FIC: Things That Go Bump

Request: yes

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Prompts: “Do you believe in ghosts?”
“This place gives me the creeps.”
“I swear my house is haunted.”
“Did you just hear that?”
“It’s just your imagination.”

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend (the reader) are in bed talking about ghosts. Then they hear strange noises, and go to investigate.

Warnings: Fluff city.

You curl up under the blanket, waiting for Tom to join you in bed. It is late October and it’s cool out; your pajama pants and T-shirt (which you stole from Tom) are doing a poor job keeping you warm. You can think of nothing better than snuggling up with your boyfriend and talking late into the night.

“Did’ja miss me, darling?” Tom asks as he slides under the covers. He’s wearing only pajama pants and a smile.

“It’s cold, Tom,” you whine; he chuckles softly and wraps an arm around your waist.

“So I have a weird question,” Tom says as you lean back, settling your head onto his chest. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

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Steve sighed as he stood inside of the elevator along side his team, he had let it slip that he had a girlfriend and that she had powers similar to Wanda. Now his friends who were curious of this girl asked him a bunch of questions but each time he went to answer he would get tounge tied. Tony who did some digging found out Caps mysterious girlfriend was (y/n) (l/n) and lived in a apartment building in Brooklyn on the 3rd floor, so there they all were standing inside a elevator which was taking them to his girlfriend’s floor so hw could ask her to join the team possibly.
“Guys, I’m telling you this is a bad idea.” Steve tries to reason with them, and knowing you he knew you wouldn’t be happy with this little ambush they were about to do. “Cap relax, what’s the worst she’s gonna do?” “Throw him in the dog house afterwards.” Clint mumbled.


Well then he stood corrected, you in fact did not appreciate strangers coming into your house to question you about being Steve’s girlfriend or your powers, infact you threw a fit and that’s when all hell broke lose. Objects were thrown at the team and they barley had time to catch cover before you had flung a group of knives at them, an orange glow surrounded the kitchen table before it was flung over the shoulders of Tony and Steve who were hidden behind a broken couch and was thrown at Clint and Natasha who moved out of the way just in time.“Do you think you could stop her?!” Tony shouted as he ducked back behind the broken couch once he saw (y/n) throw a lamp at his head.


“Hey (y/n), doll do you think you could calm down please?!” Steve shouted his hands raised up in a surrender way. The orange glow soon died down from (y/n)’s hands and she glared at the team, who were now getting out from behind their hiding spots.
“Leave and don’t come back-”, (y/n) said glaring at the team before she turnt towards the Steve, “And you miser, are sleaping on the couch tonight, well at least what’s left of it.”
Everyone exited from out of the apartment not wanting to anger the women again and as soon as they all piled into the elevator complete silence fell over all of them until Natasha spoke.
“Well then, she seems kinda nice.”

I Know // Derek Hale

Anon: If you haven’t done one yet, could you please write an imagine where Derek tries to cheer the reader up after the reader goes through a very rough break up after being in a relationship for two years? Thank you in advance!!

*( I made Y/N’s ex-SO a male, just because it made more sense to me to use pronouns. Let me know in requests or asks if you have prefered pronouns for reader inserts!)


I don’t know what happened. We could’ve been so happy. I spent the last two years of my life giving and giving so much love, I guess my heart just ran out. I tried to ignore the mistakes he made but after so long, I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t deserve to be treated that way, I know.

Now, sitting on the floor of my apartment in tears, I realized that that wasn’t love. Love should wrap around you like the warmth of a mother’s arms, keeping a shield around your heart while allowing it still to grow. I didn’t cry because it was over, I cried because what I thought was love wasn’t real love. I’m not sure if I even know what love is anymore, I don’t think I’ve ever known.

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I stood in front of Y/N’s door silently. They hadn’t answered any of my calls or text messages in days, I was starting to worry. Y/N always got like this when they were fighting with him. He didn’t deserve Y/N, they were too good for him to treat them like he did. Every time I tried to intervene, Y/N stopped me, told me it was fine. It wasn’t fine. Y/N wasn’t fine.

I knocked on the door a few times, but heard nothing but a faint whimper. I pulled out the spare key Y/N had given me as quickly as I could and bursted through the door. As I entered the doorway into Y/N’s living room, my heart sank. The sight of Y/N, knees on the floor in their pajamas, hair a mess, and cleaning up the remnants of what looked to be a broken lamp.

“Y/N..?” As soon as I spoke, Y/N turned around swiftly.

“Derek, hey, what’s up?” Y/N asked, wiping away the wetness from under their eyes and smoothing down the hair on their head quickly, hoping I wouldn’t notice that they’d probably been up all night. I walked slowly towards Y/N, reaching my hand to cover theirs as I joined them on the floor.

“What happened here?” I asked. Y/N lowered their head, avoiding eye contact for as long as possible. I brought my hand under their chin, bringing Y/N’s eyes to meet my own.

“You can tell me, Y/N, I promise”, it took a few moments until Y/N spoke.

“It’s over, Derek, i-it’s really over” they said, tears starting to well up in their pain stricken eyes. I wrapped my arms around them and held Y/N while they became overwhelmed with tears. We sat there for what felt like hours. I would hold Y/N forever if it meant they’d never feel like this again. Once Y/N’s crying had come to an end, they brought their head up and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask, while running my hand through Y/N’s hair. Y/N looked into my eyes, eyes out of tears but their voice still shaking. “I honestly don’t know” they replied, eyebrows furrowed. The look in Y/N’s eyes made my own heart break. I couldn’t stand to see them this way, and staying in this apartment wasn’t going to help.

“Let me clean this up, and you go get cleaned up, alright? I’ll make you feel better” I told them. Y/N shouldn’t have to clean up his mess, not again.

After the shards of broken glass were cleaned from the floor, Y/N came out of the other room, fully dressed and fresh from the shower. “You were right, I do feel a little better” they told me, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going or is it a surprise?” they ask.

“Surprise, let’s go”.

I opened the passenger side door for Y/N and they got in the car, still wondering where I was taking them. I know just the place to take Y/N, where it’s easier to clear your mind.


The drive has been quiet, yet calming. I don’t know where Derek is taking me, but at this point I don’t care; anything is better than sitting in that apartment. The windows were rolled down, and the warm breeze flowing over my face made my eyelids heavy. The thought of rest was so appealing right now, I let myself give in, and the hum of the car’s engine lull me to sleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the ocean on the horizon. The warm afternoon sun kissed my skin as my arm reached out of the window. I turned to look at Derek, and gave him a soft smile when he looked over to me. “You slept for a long time, but we’re almost there” he told me. I looked back out of the window and took in the view.

A few moments later, after taking many winding roads, Derek parked the car at the top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. I got out of the car and walked towards the patch of soft grass a few yards away. The sun was starting to set, where the soft early evening light hit the water just right. I turned to ask Derek where we were but when I turned around, he was already on the ground beside me, laid out on the blanket he always kept in the trunk.

“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” he asked me, looking out onto the waves. I went to sit beside him and did the same. “I don’t know what it is, but something about this place justs clears my mind” he confessed. After that we sat in a comfortable silence until the sun almost dipped behind the horizon, the sound of the waves still prominent in the background.

“He wasn’t good for you, you know” Derek said, still looking out into the distance. His statement took me off guard, and left me quiet. “You deserve a lot better”. Derek’s words bounced around in my head for a while before I realized that he was right. I do deserve better.

“I know”, I answered quietly as Derek giving me a soft smile, “I know”.

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We already knew that Yuuko knew ABOUT Lava Lamp Guy, and was aware of his existence and consciousness, but she is not surprised to see him (I mean, technically I don’t think anything would ever surprise Yuuko Ichihara) and she knows his abilities. More than that she knows enough about the enemy team to make a very accurate guess at not only who COULD send him to her, but also who would WANT to send him to her. And it’s Xing-Huo.





Meanwhile Watanuki is just gently going “what the fuck” in the corner and for once I am shouting more that the Noodle Son and THAT SCARES ME MORE THAN THE REST OF IT.

Actually, no. No it doesn’t. BUT STILL.

Winchester Sister- Bad Dreams

Title: Bad Dreams
Parings: Sam x Reader!Sister
Words: 644
Summary:  After having a nightmare, you look towards Sam for comfort
Warnings: mention of sexual assault (from the dream) & major fluff :) 

GIF not mine :)

(A/N this is my first fanfiction/imagine/one shot thing on Tumblr and I have like no idea how to use it so please excuse me while I try to figure it out lol)
You’re pinned against the wall; the man’s mouth gets closer and closer to yours. You struggle and scream but no one hears you, they all walk past, going on with their normal lives.
“Come on baby, you know you want it.” The man whispers in your ear as his hand crawls up your leg. You cry out to the people in the busy street to help you, but like before, they ignore you. You look at the man’s blue eyes and a wicked smile appears as his hand continues to trace your leg, “Baby, you’re mine tonight.”

You jolt awake; you look around to find that you are in your room and relax. “It was just a dream.” You say,  trying to calm yourself down and wipe the sweat from your forehead. You look at the clock and see that it is only 3 in the morning and sigh, knowing that you need to go back to sleep. You lie back down and close your eyes, but only for them to open up again when you see the blue eyes from your dream.
You quickly become paranoid, listening to every sound in the bunker, from dripping faucets to the air conditioning, but then you think you hear something. It sounds like laughing, the man’s laugh, but you aren’t sure if it’s just your mind playing tricks. But then you hear it again and get scared. Not feeling safe being alone in your room, you quietly get out of bed and walk out of your room towards Sam’s room, since his room is closer than Dean’s.
You quietly open the door to his room and the lights from the hallway illuminate his room. You see your brother asleep in his bed and creep into his room. “Sam.” You whisper and when he doesn’t move you say louder, “Sammy.”
Sam stirs and squints his eyes, “Y/N?” He whispers, then jerks his head up quickly and he turns his lamp on. “Y/N what’s wrong?” His eyes wide with panic as he sits up on his bed.
“I-I had a bad dream…” You say, feeling a little embarrassed. Sam’s body relaxes and pats beside him on the bed. You sit down beside him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“You want to talk about it?” Sam asks, putting his arm around you. You shake your head and look away from him, starting to regret coming in and waking him up.
“Sorry for waking you, I think I’m going to go back to my room.” You say, trying to get up but he grabs your arm so you stand in front of him.
“No Y/N, it’s okay you can sleep with me tonight.” Sam smiles at you and moves over so you can lie down beside him. You snuggle into his chest and he drapes his arm around you.
“It scared me,” You say barely audible when you believe Sam to be sleep.
“Oh?” He breathes out in a yawn, telling you that he was in fact still awake and now you have given him your attention. You breathe in, hoping that telling him your dream will help you forget about it and go to sleep.
“There was a man- and he was…” You see him looking back at you with interest. “he was doing things…to me.”
You look back up at Sam and see his jaw tense and he is staring off to the wall behind you. “Sammy?” He snaps out of his thoughts and looks down at you and kisses your forehead.
“I want you to listen to me okay?” He says, your brother’s eyes filled with concern. “No one is going to hurt you, Y/N. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you, you understand me.”
You nod and he places another kiss to your head, “I love you Sammy.”
“I love you too Y/N”

trash-can-so-do-i  asked:

7 with LAMP?

{y e s finally an excuse to write lamp aw yeah here we go}

Three boys stood on the street outside the opticians, huddling together for warmth on the cold winters day. They waited for the fourth and youngest member of the group, who had insisted on going to his appointment alone, to come out and finally show off his cool new glasses.

“He’s been in there a while,” Logan stated. “I’m surprised he’s taking so long, considering Patton and I usually only take an hour. His appointment started exactly one hour and fifty two minutes ago.”

“He’ll be fine! He’s probably just nervous, you know how it is the first time,” Patton replied, although there was a hint of worry in his voice.

Roman laughed. “Nervous? Virgil? No way, that would never happen!”

Patton shoved the second youngest boyfriend. “Roman, you know what he’s like. Stop.”

“It’s just… why would you be nervous going to the opticians?” Roman asked. “It’s not like he’s gonna die in there!”

Logan sighed. “You wouldn’t know, as you’ve never been to an opticians. It can be quite unnerving the first few times, taken from personal experience - I’m sure Patton can agree with me on that.” Patton nodded. “See? You get used to it the more times you go, but for someone like Virgil to be going for the first time, just beginning his adulthood, he’s probably just as nervous as when Patton and I were children going for the first time.”

“Besides,” Patton chimed in, “he also has to choose his glasses, and make sure they’re a perfect fit and all, which knowing good ol’ Verge could take years.”

Roman opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he caught a dash of the purple that he knew all to well put the corner of his eye. He turned to see the young lover standing in his full glory, looking at least partially happy about being around the others, but still looking nervous as always. Romans eyes drifted up to his boyfriends face, and his glance looked on the new pair of shining purple glasses, that somehow seemed to fit perfectly with the hair dye the group all had. And the shape of the glasses… God, none of them were expecting him to come out in full-on Harry Potter style round lenses, but there he was, and they were all taken away by the pure shock and excitement.

Virgil bit his lip. “These glasses make me look old,” was the first thing that he said, as the group rushed towards him.

“Don’t be silly, Anx, they look amazing!” Patton praised, his eyes glinting with joy.

“I agree, they… they’re stunning!” Roman added.

“They are… adequate,” Logan said, the corners of his mouth twitching a bit, as if he was forcing himself not to smile as to not embarrass himself. When the other two stared at him, Logan cleared his throat, and gave his boyfriend a smile. “I mean, they look beautiful, Virgil. Truly a perfect decision on your part.”

Virgil blushed. “Th-thanks guys,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I still kinda feel like their clashing with my general style, but… I dunno. They’re not as bad as I thought they would be.”

Patton wrapped his arm around Virgils shoulder, and rested his head on the others - being the oldest and second tallest, he was able to do this kind of stuff to the shortest. “You’ll get used to them eventually. And you fit right in with Lo and I!”

Roman pouted. “C'mon, guys, now I feel left out. Why must I have perfect vision?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Don’t wish for your vision to leave you, it isn’t at all fun. You should consider yourself lucky, you dork.”

“Oh, I know I’m lu- wait a sec, what did you call me?”

“Nothing!” Virgil quickly set, pushing his glasses up his nose. Wow that felt weird how the fuck does Pat and Lo do that all the time. “A-anyway, we should probably head home. It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“Language!” Patton chided, giving his love a disapproving look.

“English,” Virgil replied in a monotone voice. “Also a bit of Spanish, since Roman is constantly switching to that language and I’m fed up of not knowing what he’s saying.”

Patton laughed. “I was not expecting that.”

“I don’t think any of us were,” Logan said. “Still, Virgil was right before, we probably should be heading home.”

The four smiled to one another, and began the journey home, their arms linked and their hearts as one.

{i hope that y'all enjoyed that! it’s kinda all over the place but i’m tired and confused so shush i can do what want. virgil has glasses in this fic. don’t ask me why cause i don’t know. a lot of the stuff lo and pat were saying about verge going to the opticians was based on my own personal experience of having to wear glasses since i was like seven (: ok i’ll shut up now thanks for reading bye~}