you've had almost a year and a half to read it

anonymous asked:

1/3 Hi! First of all I wanted to confess I absolutely adore your blog, I'm always excited when you published a new post. It seems that you've been following J2 from the start, so I'm wondering do you think they are acting bolder now? Especially Jensen, he has dropped so many bombs since, I don't know, S10? The “No, not ‘hey guys’. This is for us.” and "damn is he loveable" and the almost kiss...Jensen has no shame at all, I love him.


Dear Anon,

Please accept this gift

as my apologies for taking forever and a day, as that beautiful Oasis song, and please don’t go away.

Thank you for your lovely words and I’m glad my ramblings make sense to you. There’s a name for that condition tho, when two people share in each other’s craziness, my dear friend Freud called it folie à deux.

I guess it shows that my J2 Madness has been with me for long. Yes, J2 chemistry got me good and hard on the first episode of SPN that I watched, back in 2005. I remember looking at Jensen, especially, and thinking: “man… That boy is a good actor but I guess he didn’t get that look quite right. That’s not how you look at your brother.” So, the what’s wrong with this picture made me search for the actors and, sure enough, there were rumors, of course. As for me, well…

But let’s get to your question. You’re absolutely right:  the Js have been acting bolder and bolder, especially after the move to Austin, the #AustinEra. Jensen has let his Alpha show after his Beta’s breakdown in 2015; he may have managed to avoid his boy’s breakdown in 2014 but it eventually exploded in the following year. I’d say the events that lead to Jensen’s move to Austin, made him show to the world he is an Alpha through and through—and what an amazing Alpha he is! After the 2015 Breakdown, his Alpha became even more dominant and it is now impossible, at least for me, to see him as anything but.

During the early years of J2, Jensen was much more reserved to the outer world but at the same time, they couldn’t help but show how in love they were—the difference is that they were mostly free men and the rumors didn’t fly above the radar. Their chemistry bled through the characters and all was well until people started talking. J2 were not careful. Vancouver is a liberal town with people who really don’t bother with your gayness or fame, so they started being sloppy. They ended up drawing attention from a then famous gossiper, Ted Casablanca, who probably had an ITK source, and waited until the boys premiered the movies they had filmed to start gossiping about them, linking them to Blind Vices.


Let me just make a quick pit stop here and tell you that half this info is true and the other half either a case of misinformation or purposefully twisted for effect. Jared (supposedly Judas) would never have acted like that towards Jensen. J2 were always a unit, there was nothing one would do behind the other’s back; what we see now has always been their M.O. Those were difficult times for them but they were fighting together, not against each other. So read the blinds but with a grain of salt.


The Js indeed, rumor has it, were pressured to take measures to cover their relationship, as early as 2008. Take this resurrected thread on spn_gossip, for instance:

Anon 1:

Anon 2:

As for Jensen “I Don’t Give A Fuck” Ackles, I’m pretty sure he’s had it with bearding and PR. He’s suffered the pains of hiding himself and has seen more than his share of suffering from his loved one. I’ll tell you what: there is no need for damage control for their slips simply because the marriages, kids and wife stans have given those boys free rein to even kiss on a Con stage, I’d say. We see it every day when TinHats point something out and are attacked by #Hetards defending J2’s heterosexuality.

Most of all, I think Jesen IDGAF Ackles has had it with #Hetards. They started off just being an annoying source of awkward laughter but are now a source of second-hand embarrassment, managing to be annoying to the point of repeating stupid same questions again

and again:

And always being unceremoniously squashed by our Alpha (All hail to you, KingJensen!).

I know that 2017 seems to have started with two left feet but nothing the Js do is unplanned. These men are strategists and I believe the events we’ve seen since the beginning of the year are telling us J2 are laying the groundwork for the end of SPN, and the end of their bearding contracts. Just take a few things into consideration and a possible hidden meaning to them:

— Launching of Family Business –> DH’s and her family’s financial security

— G’s IG –> the fame she wants so much

— J2 not being seen outside work/Cons –> they’re not attached to the hip and they're obviously not together

J2 have 2017 and 2018 to carry out their plan and let their Beards walk on their own feet. Then, by the time episode 300 is done we will see changes. Do you want to bet?

anonymous asked:

You've managed to send me off on a Natsume Yuujinchou kick - thank you so much! It's been so long and it makes me so happy. ♥️ But, uh. Do you have any suggestions for good fics for the series? I'm sorry, I just had to ask. Thanks.

^^ Yay, I’m glad!

I’d also mostly forgotten it for several years, but then s5 came out last fall and it got me really hyped to be back in the fandom, and now s6 is here less than half a year later and I’m just completely in love with the characters all over again, y’know?

Anyways, sorry, I don’t actually have very many recs, but there are a few must reads I can point you towards:

  • An Ordinary Session by volta_arovet is about a young boy who can see youkai, but is forced to see therapists because of his chronic “lying”. This is his first meeting with his newest therapist - Natsume Takashi.
  • Calling You Home by paperwar is a cute little fic about five scenes between Takashi and Shigeru.
  • Dear Beloved by SkyGem (because obligatory self plug ;) ) is a character death fic, so proceed with caution!
  • Little Lost Spirit by ncfan is a sad little one-shot from Touko’s pov about the first time she saw Natsume Takashi.
  • The Human Mask by harunekonya is absolutely amazing, and I’m pretty sure it’s the single most popular fic in the fandom. It’s a fic in which Natsume gets turned into a god. I absolutely adore it, but it unfortunately hasn’t been updated in almost a year T^T It has 182k words though!
  • Three for Family by NightsMistress is another one-shot from Touko’s pov about her thoughts on her foster son.
  • Unconventional Family by bleach-ed-na-tsu is only 3 chapters and hasn’t been updated in quite a while, but I rather enjoy it! It’s super cute and is about Natsume basically parenting the 4 youkai children that imprinted on him throughout the series (Tama, Kogitsune, Kirinoha, and Kai).

Ahhh, sorry, that’s all I have at the moment! I hope you like them though!

It’s a bit hard for me to find fics I like in this fandom because so many of them are NatorixNatsume, which is my notp, since I see them more as a sibling type relationship, so the ship is kinda squicky to me. TanumaxNatsume is another popular ship which I don’t particularly like, bu I’m more okay with this one. I mostly try and find non-pairing fics XD

Nyanko-senseixNatsume is one that I used to ship, and even have a fic for, but I find I don’t really like it much anymore.

I tend to hc Natsume as either aro or demiromantic these days.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've answered this before (I'll probably need to spend a day scrolling through your blog) but how do you think Severus felt when Dumbledore revealed Harry's fate, that he'll have to die! Do you think he would've been torn out of his love for Lily? or the whole 'for the greater good' thing since practically alot of people had to die until they've reached that point, and they were so close to the end...

Betrayed.

I think that was his overriding emotion.  It’s such an interesting conversation, because Dumbledore clearly didn’t intend to have it - he is forced to meet with Severus because Severus is pushed to the verge of mutiny.

“You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small service of me!” snarled Snape, and real anger flared in the thin face now. “You take a great deal for granted, Dumbledore! Perhaps I have changed my mind!”

Snape looked angry, mutinous. Dumbledore sighed.
“Come to my office tonight, Severus, at eleven, and you shall not complain that I have no confidence in you…”

I tend to read the Always scene slightly different to many other readers.  I elaborated on that here - but the quick rehash is that I read the scene as:

- Severus cares about Harry’s survival solely because he is Lily’s boy.
- Dumbledore realises that Severus cares for the cause, and risks telling Severus the “entire” plan.
- Severus flicks his patronus in the air, proving he only cared because of Lily.
- Dumbledore is left with the horrible realisation that he’s misjudged the situation.

The tragedy is that Dumbledore recognises that Severus is fighting for a bigger reason (the greater good), but at this point Severus hasn’t acknowledged it.

It’s a really interesting place to leave the scene.  We know what happens next; Severus acquiesces and follows Dumbledore’s plan to the end.  At some point, Severus realises that there are no other options - no better options - and that the important part of the puzzle is that Lord Voldemort must be vanquished, no matter the cost.

Fascinatingly, Dumbledore manages to steer Severus onto the path of the greater good in one or two key scenes, and Severus doesn’t really notice it happening.  He is aware that he does good things - “Lately, only those whom I could not save.” - but he doesn’t really acknowledge it as being separate to his Save-Lily’s-Son quest.

The other major point is that when Severus goes fishing for the facts, he doesn’t anticipate Dumbledore telling him something so devastating.  I am certain beyond measure that Severus was desperate to find out how Harry was supposed to thwart Voldemort, because Severus had no confidence in Harry and his abilities, and he wanted to pick up the pieces if Harry were to fail.

By the end, I think Severus was resigned to the fact that Lord Voldemort was evil and needed to be thwarted by absolutely any means.  But right up until that moment in Half Blood Prince when he realised that Harry was a ‘pig for slaughter’, I don’t think he’d really thought about the quest of Defeat Voldemort as being inextricably entwined with Keep Harry Safe; it’s almost as if they were two distinct concepts, and although he was going along with Dumbledore with the Defeat Voldemort quest, he was only really doing so because it matched with his Keep Harry Safe quest.

Importantly, even though Severus had defected, he hadn’t actually explicitly signed up to the Defeat Voldemort cause.  I think that’s what Cursed Child really brings to the fore.  The AU!Severus in Cursed Child is far further back at the end of HBP - he doesn’t rise up the ranks of the Death Eaters, he doesn’t even rise up the ranks at the school.  …but once confronted with Harry’s death, he doesn’t give up - he draws a line in the sand and says, “Lily died.  I couldn’t save Harry for Lily, but I am going to fight against him.”

In the original canon, Severus comes to the same realisation once he accepts the news of Harry’s death.  We don’t hear him say it, because there’s no space in the text - but he shows the reader with his actions instead.

I think, for many many years, Severus was fighting to bring down Voldemort.  He just didn’t permit himself to realise it.  It would’ve been far easier for him to acknowledge that Dumbledore had given him a quest and he had gone along with it, as opposed to him reconciling that the ideology he’d believed in since he was a young boy was completely and utterly wrong, and he was rejecting it and aligning with the likes of the Marauders instead of his genuine Slytherin friends.

angrilyangers  asked:

Can you do a Bridge to Terrabithia au if you've read the book? Maybe Will as Jesse and Nico as Leslie? Im prepared for angst

ive seen the movie so i hope its pretty much the same as the book ((also thanks a lot for putting me in this mindset u better be prepared for the angst bc i can get pretty angsty ok))

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anonymous asked:

1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.

2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport her away.

3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.

4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near. She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.

5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the thought.

6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’ 

7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be your way of trying to trick me.’

8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him, and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again? Leave Henry?’ 

9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book. 

10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’ He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever again.’ 

11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously, considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than me.’

12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty good ruler.’ 

13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture of peace. 

14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night, Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself away.

park-of-the-galaxy  asked:

I read the stuff you've written already and you're really good! I simply have to request one of my own! Can you write a female reader x Hercules Mulligan fluff, preferably involving a beautiful dress?

Thank you so much! You’re too nice!

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justadram  asked:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿). Do multiple fandoms if you want!

EEEEE! (Now I gotta go check and see what you recc’d for yourself!) (And As Long As We’re Going Down is obvi on this list but it already gets recc’d enough SO.)

  • When Dawns Were Young (T) (Jon x Sansa) –  Ned and Jon are not the only ones that keep to their Old Gods.  I think I had like, the Truest, Best Writing Experience during this fic.  Everything felt so right as I wrote it, I was in almost a meditative state as I wrote, it was just – almost otherworldly how … possessed? I was as I was writing this fic.  I loved writing it, I still love reading it, and I love that other people love it as much as I do.  I love the magic in it, I love the #matriarchy vibes, I love all the imagery. ~*I love it.*~
  • Found in Forbidden Nights (M) (Jon x Sansa) – In which Robb Stark still refuses to trade Jaime Lannister for his sisters, but Jon Snow decides that being an oathbreaker means that he can tell strategy and politics to fuck off and take matters into his own hands.  (It’s the after, though, that Jon and Sansa hadn’t bargained on.)  I love this fic because 1) it was my official entree into the Jon x Sansa fandom (published 2013 HOLY CRAP it’s been 3 years already!), 2) I got to experience the ~joy~ of writing fic for a friend ( @thefairfleming ) and 3) I got to play with that taboo “we like each other but shhhhh it’s a secret because we’re supposed to be siblings” vibe and fell in love with it.  Me –> Hell, basically.
  • I’ve Fallen Out Of Favor (I’ve Fallen From Grace) (M) (Bellarke) – “So that’s it. You led an army to Mount Weather for our friends and now you’re just gonna sit back let the Council decide everything else without even hearing what they want to do?”"I’m done deciding who lives and who dies.“ My first Bellarke fic.~~  I love this one because it’s one of my only super angsty fics.  I also loved that I got really into writing it and stuck to my “one chapter a week” publishing schedule.  I just love that this fic turned out as well as I pictured it in my head, which is something that I struggle with.
  • A Voyage Long And Strange (M) (Bulma x Vegeta) –  Bulma’s Ph.Ds had not prepared her in the slightest for navigating the political intrigues aboard Frieza’s ship, much less her own sham of a marriage to Prince Vegeta. Lol another WIP I need to dedicate time to to finish.  It’s a space opera romance influenced by both ASOIAF and Battlestar Galactica and has a TON of original characters.  It’s also the work that made me realize that I could Actually Write A Book if I wanted to, since it’s currently maybe half-finished with 64,948 words.
  • Wolf Moon (M) (Robb x Margaery) –  Margaery has no intention of being her family’s Elia Martell, nor is she foolish enough to play the dutiful, naïve queen consort and hope to escape with her head intact.  I remember struggling with this fic the whole way through, being frustrated with it nearly to the point of tears, and finally just keyboard-pounding it out and submitting it to Game of Ships.  And the feedback on it has been so? great?  I continue to be amazed at how much people love it.  Not that I don’t think it’s not good, because I think that authors are always way harsher on their own work than readers, but because I think I just didn’t realize how much it would speak to people.  Other than ALAWGD, this is the fic that I get the most comments about “re-reading” and it “still being as good on the second read as on the first” and UGH THAT’S JUST SO GREAT TO HEAR as a writer.  I suppose it just fills that niche that readers are looking for from a fic, and that’s why I love this fic.  (Also it’s what made me love writing Margaery, so there’s that, too.)

anonymous asked:

What are your favourite Sterek fics? Sorry if you've answered this before

Nobody asked before ! :) So there’s no order in this list (probably just by when I read it). (here’s my Top10 made on February 2017)

- Mated  : Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn’t like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale. (37k)

- Mistletoe Never Lies :   Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.
He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.  (
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- No Homo  : Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies. (84k)

- Font size twenty-four : Stiles is a librarian and research professional extraordinaire. So, when Derek comes in, asking for help with research for his new book, it’s only natural for Stiles to offer his help. He just didn’t count on late night waffle eating, or that his heart would go boom. (10k)

- Cornerstone  : Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else. (83k)

- Windows  : Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.Excerpt:“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy.  His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly.  “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.“What?!”  The kid’s brow crinkled.  “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?”  His lips thinned into a harsh line.  “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?!  That’s fucking condescending, man.  I’ll have you know that —”“Just, wait.”  Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin.  “This is — it’s a misunderstanding.  I’m — I’m not robbing you.  You’re — you’re safe, okay?  I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”“Explain why you came busting into my apartment?  Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.” (83k)

- Practice Makes Perfect  : In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior. (21k)

- Porn Wolf  : Derek Hale, a werewolf and porn star, also known as Darren Hayden, is looking for a new partner after a minor misunderstanding. He’s lucky enough to get a request from Stuart Novak, a popular twink with a thing for blowjobs, knotting and werewolves in general. A guy, Derek knows too well from a variety of videos and he maybe has been drooling over for a long time. But, how well does he know him really? And more importantly: Will they ever stop making suggestive and inappropriate jokes? (65k)

- Dude, Werewolves  : Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros.  Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek. (30k)

- Hello, Heartbreaker: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.) (18k)

- my heart’s been offline  : 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family. (59k)

- Gravity’s Got Nothing on You  : “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.““My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal. (83k)

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Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: heLLO ok thsi chapters a little anti phan cause     . reasons but it will sort itself out i promise

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Chapter Five

“What happened to Mr. Darcy?” Adam eyes Dan’s significantly sloppier outfit choice as he collapses on the sofa next to him. “Off to find Jane Eyre?" 

"Wrong novel.” Dan corrects through a mouthful of the neatly arranged pretzels he’d attacked on the coffee table in front of them both; being amidst other fancy canapés and weird vol-au-vents (whatever the hell they even are), pretzels are the only normal option available. 

“Well sorry, Mr. Straight A student.” Adam widens his eyes sarcastically, holding his hands up in a ‘surrender’ motion. 

“It doesn’t take ultimate success in English Literature to have a very basic character knowledge of a few books." 

"Would you know the characters of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by heart if you’d never read it?" 

"We’re not comparing Charlotte Bronte to Roald bloody Dahl.” Dan glares at his older brother, snatching another handful of pretzels. 

“Mum’s gonna kill you.” Adam winces disapprovingly at Dan’s actions. 

“I haven’t eaten all day.” Dan responds. “The kitchen’s full." 

"And you think she won’t notice that?” He gestures to the bowl, the pretzel presentation being considerably dented as a result of Dan’s hunger. 

“Does she want me to die?" 

"She might do if she sees that.” Adam slaps his hand away as he attempts to give one of the canapés a go. “Stop it. They’ll be here soon.”

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I came across this little piece by Aja Romando a while back and it was one of the few posts I hit reblog on almost instantly. Because I, along with so many fanfic addicts, always get a little offended when Ao3 tells me that I have already left kudos.  I found every time I came across it I would dramatically read it out loud anyway because…well, just look at the writing, it begs to be read aloud! So I asked, cause that’s what I do when starting a new project and to my great pleasure I got a yes! I needed something short and sweet to get me back in the world of Podficcing. I know its been over a year, oy what a year, but here’s this! I had a blast the half hour it took for me to get this this three minute goodie recored! Such a fun work! Give the author some love here with the actual text. I didn’t just want to copy and paste the text to the post, though the author is more then happy to make a new post with my recording attached to the text if they so wish! 
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Deeeamus "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?"

70. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

They were sitting in Dean’s appartment, watching 300 when Dean made the comment.

“I should grow a beard,” he said, looking at King Leonidas’ jealously. Seamus turned to look at him.

“Yeh’d look rubbish with a beard,” he remarked. Dean made a face.

“I don’t think so. I think it’d make me look distinguished.”

“Neville’s growing a beard,” Seamus commented. “Ran into him down at the pub. He definitely didn’t look distinguished.”

“Well, I’d rock it better then Neville.”

“That’s assuming yeh can even grow one. Yeh’re no Dumbledore.”

“Dumbledore,” said Dean fondly. “Now there was a man who could rock a beard. Maybe I should grow mine out like his.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Jean would love that,” Seamus said sarcastically. His friend fell silent and for a second Seamus thought that maybe he had overstepped by bringing up Dean’s boyfriend. But after a moment, Dean made the real reason for his silence clear.

“Actually, Jean and I broke up,” he said. Seamus could tell he was trying to sound casual but he didn’t quite manage it.

“Oh,” said Seamus, unsure what else he should say. “Sorry, mate.” That seemed like a safe bet, right?

Dean shrugged. “It was better for both of us.”

“Right.” 

Seamus tried to refocus on the movie, but he didn’t quite manage.

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Fic: You've Got My Head Spinning (Klaine; NC-17)

Title: You’ve Got My Head Spinning
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4200
Warnings: daddy!kink, infantilism, diapering, frottage, rimming, anal sex
Summary: Next part of this verse. Blaine and Kurt are in a 24/7 Daddy/baby relationship, and tonight after his bath, Kurt wants special time with his Daddy.
A/N: Please read the warnings. This involves consensual sex between Kurt and Blaine who are in a 24/7 infantilism relationship. If that is not your type of thing… please skip over. Thank you to slightestwind for all the encouragement along the way and looking it over for me. And alittledizzy for reading it over in advance, too. ♥ (Yes, I keep stealing lyrics from ‘All of Me’ for these titles.)

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Bath time is one of Blaine’s favorite times. Sometimes he joins Kurt in the tub, but tonight he’s kneeling on the rug, watching Kurt play with his family of rubber ducks. 

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hebrideansky  asked:

You've posted a bit recently mentioning that Abba is a rescue and alluding to past abuse, but do you have a post about said history and how you ended up with her? I'd be interested to read the backstory :)

I don’t think I have a detailed post on Abba’s backstory, partly because I try very hard to not consider her a rescue. It all too often becomes a convenient excuse for why a horse doesn’t behave well, and after three years, some of her flaws are products of my own interactions with her, and my own responsibility. On the other hand, I have found that now she’s been a happy horse for three and a half years, I’m not so worried about attributing some of her quirks to her past handling, because I can’t deny that she had a rough start and that some of the things she experienced then shape her behaviour today.

What follows is long, rambling, picture-heavy and sentimental.

Abba, 5 May 2013 and 5 May 2016.

Most of Abba’s past is something of a mystery. She was pulled out of a barn in the back of the bush, where she had been locked up for goodness knows how long. She was thin, but with a big wormy belly, her coat was woolly from malnutrition where it wasn’t falling out, her heels had been chewed by rats, and her tail as well. Either rats, or a human had hacked most of the hair off, down to the dock, but left the bone intact. She looked bad enough that her age was first estimated to be eleven, but when her teeth were checked, she was barely six.

My former boss was the one who found her, going off a gut feeling. She drives around low income areas, looking for horses in bad situations, which she then buys and tries to turn into riding school horses. She has saved many horses over the years, risking her own life; she has an incredibly good heart for horses in distress; but it’s not necessarily entirely altruistic. Sharing Abba’s barn was a pony, which my boss did not see fit to rescue. She wanted Abba and only Abba, partly because she could see she was an Arab, partly because Abba was (as far as I am aware) in worse condition. She also bought Abba, rather than trying to go through official channels, such as the SPCA, which almost certainly meant that another horse went into that barn, and didn’t come out again.

I saw Abba the day after she bought her, when the pony was at the riding school. She was not a pretty sight, and given that my boss had financial difficulties maintaining her ever-growing collection of horses and ponies, I was less than impressed. Everyone else was ooing and aahing over her, because she was an Arabian. That was the only thing known about Abba before she fell into bad hands - that she was an Arab. Her former owner didn’t even bother with her name; he said she didn’t have one. This, though, is almost certainly untrue, and I’ll get to that later.

While her past before her bad owner was unknown, my boss had learned from him what he had used her for. He kept her in that barn, locked away from light and air, except for when he wanted to ride her. Then he threw a western saddle on her, which has scarred her from withers to croup, and put her straight into a gallop, on the beach. Once he was done, she’d be untacked and put back in the barn wet. I suspect that it was courtesy of this treatment, without a warm up or a cool down, that she got the bump and divot in her left haunch, which I assume is a muscle that tore. She also has a number of other mystery dents in her shoulders and neck, which may have come from old beatings or wire cuts or even just birthmarks. Hard to say.

Abba, 5 May 2013. Check out the healed saddle sore behind her ribs.

Over time, I’ve come to suspect that he did not tell my boss the full story. Abba melts down when surrounded by strange horses, and even with familiar horses she goes into panic mode on the trail if you go faster than a walk. The only way to stop her then is to jump off, and she will calm down almost at once. Between her fear, her automatic bolting, and the fact that she is fast enough to outrun a slow thoroughbred (she’s less than 13.2, the TB in question was 17hh), I have come to suspect that the galloping on the beach was actually bush racing, which is a horrifying fate that many discarded thoroughbreds here face. If you think racing is bad, at least it’s regulated. Bush racing is not.

Anyway, because Abba only knew one speed under saddle, and that was flat out, she didn’t work very well in the riding school. She was rescued in May, and within a matter of months, before she had regained much weight, and definitely before she had any muscle tone, she was being used for lessons, which I disapproved of, but was powerless to do anything about. By this point, I should add, I had become quite fond of her. The first day I saw her, I had been tasked with getting pictures of her for a naming competition (which fell by the wayside when my boss decided, way before the closing date, that her name was Abracadabra, which incidentally is a bitch to spell out loud for invoices, because you lose people by the third A and have to start all over again). Most of the new rescues at the riding school were shut down and dissociative, only coming out of their shells to explode in panic or fury. When their lives had involved barbed wire bits, starvation, floggings, being tethered by a knee and having the rope cut into the joint, being harnessed to a scrap metal cart and driven on roads until they collapsed with the harness embedded in their chest and blood trickling from their nostrils - I think you can see why they shut down.

Abba was different, right from the start. She was easy to lead, though she had a tendency to speedwalk, and on the first day, when I turned her out in a grassy field and took the most flattering pictures I could, trying to hide her hip bones and her spine and her ribs, she marched around it, ears pricked, eyes bright. She shut down only when I came close to her, but it was clear that there was something unquenchable about her spirit. She was alive on the inside, in a way that so many new rescues were not. And as she gained flesh and began to feel better than she had felt in a while, so her personality began to come through in flashes here and there: self-willed, dramatic, brimming over with joie de vivre.

Abba, 11 May 2013. A week after her rescue.

All of which is a bad combination with novice riders who really ought to be on a lead rein. She would walk fast, they’d tense up and clutch at the reins, she’d pull back, start jogging, they’d haul for dear life in panic, and she’d pop them off with a buck. Or she’d run away first and then pop them off. And as someone who has ridden my fair share of difficult horses, I have to say I rank her bucks up there as some of the nastiest to sit. They aren’t big; I give that honour to the little mustang who shot straight up into the air, his knees wrapped round his ears, twisted, and landed facing down a hillside. A Californian hillside. I was young and made of rubber and invincibility then, so it didn’t particularly bother me, but it was still memorable. Abba’s bucks are vile, because she pigroots, lashes her head from side to side, and then the heels come up whilst you’re trying to stay in the centre of the saddle, and as her heels go down her head is flung up hard and fast. It was very successful for launching riders, and between that and her bolting, she was handed over to me as a lease horse after three months.

Abba, 11 August 2013.

I had not yet ridden her, only led her in hand on trail rides (got mumps as well, thanks to one of her leadline passengers). But by this point it was really, really obvious what was going wrong, so I spent a lot of time working with her on the ground, using natural horsemanship techniques (à la Buck Brannaman, because I like my horses to like working with me, unlike certain practitioners of the style who shall remain nameless), and when I finally rode her for the first time, I led her into the ring, closed the gate, got on, left the reins on the buckle, and waited for her to stand still. It took fifteen minutes of her walking and jogging all over the ring before she stopped. I counted to five, and got off. And that was how I became the only person at the riding school to not have Abba take off with me. No special bond. No magic. Just common sense.

11 August 2013. An early ride, where she was still on the gag ring.

1 September 2013, our first trail ride.

She was then moved from the riding school to her current farm, where she became effectively my horse. Instead of paying my boss a lease fee, I was responsible for Abba’s livery and routine farrier and vet’s bills. I had total charge of her, and was the only one to ride and handle her, but I was determined not to grow too attached. My boss has a habit of leasing difficult horses to experienced riders, and then once the horse is going well, she takes it back without warning. Still, the little mare made it hard.

11 August 2013. Definitely not falling for Abba.

She was turned out with the herd of broodmares, youngsters and riding horses, and was an instant hit with the foals. She adores babies, has indicated that she wants to kidnap newborns, and is an excellent babysitter once they reach about three months and their mothers aren’t as protective. All of which makes me wonder if the pony she was found with was her own baby, but that’s speculation that can’t be proven. She also thought that this new freedom was so great she was never going to be caught again, and for the first few months on the farm, I would have to budget up to two hours to catching her. It wasn’t fear that drove her to stay away - at first she may have been disinclined to interact with humans, which is entirely understandable, but before long, it turned into a game. She would play hide-and-seek in amongst the herd, doubling around behind the other horses, and then, as I drew nearer, a little pair of ears would rise up over the back of the nearest horse, she’d calculate how close I was, and she’d scurry off to hide behind another horse. And once she’d hidden behind all the friendly horses, she’d take off at a gallop, tail flagged, looking back over her shoulder every third stride, to make sure I was following. It wasn’t fun if I didn’t follow. Usually, it took an hour to walk her down, but there were days when it could take much longer. Her still unbeaten record came the first Christmas, just after I’d bought her, when she eluded four people for two hours, ate all the carrots they were trying to bribe her with, and remained uncaught.

15 September 2013, her first day of turnout with the herd. More grass and open space than she had seen in years.

5 November 2013. Peek-a-boo.

While I was still leasing her, most of our work consisted of free lungeing and natural horsemanship, with a good deal of grooming as well. She had always had lovely ground manners, which made me suspect that she wasn’t just a township-bred part-Arab. Someone had put time into her as a baby. But all the lovely manners on the ground disappeared when I rode her. She would try to flee from the saddle, even though the one I used for her was not hurting her. Once tacked up, she wouldn’t stand still to be mounted. Once on her, she would start off at a quick frenetic walk, and begin jogging as soon as she could. We spent most of our time in the round pen, as the only fenced ring on the farm, working on just walking. She had no concept of steering off the leg - you touched her sides and she would leap forward, head in the air. You could only steer her from the hands, and I confess that she made me a terribly handsy rider for over a year as a result, with a death grip on the reins, because dear me, she moved Forward. She was frankly scary to ride, because she was afraid, tense, defensive, and completely out of control. 

18 November 2013, the first day Abba hooked on and followed me round the pen.

So, thankfully, she made very little progress as a ridden horse while I leased her and steadily fell for her. And after three months, I bought her a new bit, and then a few weeks later, I asked my boss if I could buy her, fully expecting to be turned down. And, bless her soul, she said, “Sure.” She even let me buy the bridle I used on the mare, which was of extreme sentimental value to both her and me, as it belonged to the best horse she’d rescued, a lovely mare called Amber Jewel, who went from being a carthorse to winning the provincial eventing championship, and years later, when she developed ringbone and could no longer jump, was a very special lease horse for me, whom I rode bareback in a halter for a year.

Once Abba was officially mine, I organised the dentist for her, and he added another piece of information to the puzzle that is her backstory. He confirmed her age as six, six and a half, which put her estimated birthdate sometime between April and June/July. He also said that her teeth had been floated before, over a year ago. Which confirmed my gut feeling that she had mattered to somebody once. Unfortunately, there is no way of finding out who she was. I’ve had her scanned for a microchip, but there was none. I do know that at one point there was an Arab stud close-ish to where she was found, and the dam or grandam of one of their foundation stallions made me stop and gasp when I saw her, she looked so like Abba. I don’t know if it was still breeding horses when Abba was born. They used to breed asil Arabs, I believe, from straight Egyptian lines, which was what my trainer thought Abba was when she first saw her; she said it was the shape of the croup and her delicate little legs. My current, highly speculative hypothesis, is that she is at least three-quarters Arab, possibly purebred, and that she was culled from a breeding program because of her small size and lack of type, was sold as a child’s pony, but being a pocket rocket didn’t work out, was sold on, perhaps several times, and slipped through the cracks to find herself in the back of the bush.

Whatever her life before her bad owner, I am glad she came to me. She came into my life a month after my beloved cat had died, aged eighteen, and I was utterly devastated by her loss. She meant the world to me, and I had no idea what to do to fill the huge hole she had left. Then one day, there was this dull brown mare with bright eyes standing in the hospital pen at the riding school, who has come to matter more to me than I expected. But I think some part of me knew at once, because I can still remember the exact curve of her cheek and forehead, the set of her ears, and the texture of her coat, from the moment I laid eyes on her.

10 November 2016.

"We Were Supposed to Be Forever" - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Plot: You tell your boyfriend, Stiles, about getting invited to attend a private high school in New York and he doesn’t take it too well

“Alright, we’ve got three weeks before summer is over, and we’ve completed two things on our list,” Stiles said as you cuddled further into his side.

“One,” you corrected, “I couldn’t get you to go on that one roller coaster, remember?”

“One and a half.”

You giggled. Stiles goofiness was on of the many things you’d miss about him when you’re gone for the next two years. You had been taking it pretty hard yourself, and you were worried as to how Stiles would react.

“What’s wrong?” he interuptted, “Are you that sad about summer being over?”

“Uh, yeah,” you laughed nervously, your eyes averting themselves to the ceiling, “I’m just gonna go get something to drink. Want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

You nodded as you stood up from your bed and walked out of your room.

Stiles got pretty bored not even thirty seconds after you had left the room. His phone vibrated from your nightstand and he reached over to pick it up. Only when he lifted up there were a couple of open envelopes underneath it.

“What’s Riverdale?” he muttered to himself. When he opened the first envelope, he was pretty shocked and confused when he saw a schedule, one filled with teachers he had never seen and classes that Beacon Hills didn’t even offer!

He put that one back and opened up the second one, skimming over and only paying attention to the first few words: ‘we’re glad you’ve accepted our invitation to Riverdale!’

And then the very last one, the on on the bottom.

Dear [Y/n] [Y/l/n],

Congratulations! You are one of top academic students in the country! It would be our honor if—

“Stiles, what are you doing!” You shrieked.

“What is this?” He held up your letters.

You marched over to him, snatching them from his hands. “Stiles, why are you going through my stuff?”

“You always told me what’s yours is mine and it just so happened to be in plain sight, [Y/n].”

"That doesn’t apply to things personally addressed to me, Stiles.”

"Will you please just explain to me what this is and why you were keeping it from me?”

You cleared your throat and then paused, “Riverdale is just this really fancy private school that only accepts the highest academically strong kids in the U.S. They offered for me to go on a full scholarship.”

“Well is it like a college or…”

“High school,” you informed.

“You’re not actually thinking of transferring in the middle of high school, are you?” He asks in disbelief.

“You know I am, you’ve already read through the letters.”

Silence filled the room.

“Where exactly is this ‘Riverdale’ at?”

“It’s in New York City.”

“Please tell me your talking about a New York City ten minutes from Beacon Hills and not the New York City ten thousand miles from here!” You bit your lip.

“I wanted to tell you, Stiles,” you frowned. “I really did. All I could think about while picking out an apartment and choosing classes was you.”

“How long have you known?” he asked.

“Just since the last month of sophomore year.”

“You’ve known for almost three months and you didn’t think to tell me?!” He shouted which caused you to flinch from your spot you were standing in. “When were you going to tell me, [Y/n]?!”

“I—”

He cut you off, “Or were you even going to tell me?!”

“Of course I was going to tell you! I just had find the right words to tell you with.” You felt like crying. Stiles was the definition of pissed. You could practically see steam coming from his ears.

“What are we supposed to do about us?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t want to anger him more by letting him know you had actually thought about the whole relationship situation. “I think we should just take a break,” you answered lowly, “I’ll be moving back in two years and we can pick back up where we left off.”

Stiles shook his head, “I can’t believe you.” The poor boy was on the verge of tears. “We were supposed to be forever.”

“And we will be,” you sighed shakily, “Just forever minus two years.”

“No,” he answered. “No! What are the chances you’ll meet someone new, someone ten times smarter and better looking than me? Then what, [Y/n]?!”

“That’s not gonna happen, Stiles. I’ve told you this before, and I’ll tell you this again, I love you and only you.”

Stiles rubbed his hand over his face to rid his face of tears, but afterwards there were streaks from where they were. “How much longer until you move?”

"Two weeks,” you answered shyly.

“Have a fun two weeks without me around, not like you’ll mind anyway.”

He stood up from your be, bumping into you as he stormed out of your room, out of your house, and possibly out of your life…forever.

And that was when you let yourself go.

anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//

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‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.

'Yeah?’

'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’

'Yeah?’

'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’

'Ok.’

-

'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.

-

'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.

-

'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.

-

'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.

-

//The end.//

5sos preference #1; he sees your twitter and you're are just a fan

ASHTON; [his pov] it was just another boring day in the studio, like always. song writing sucked, and to make it even better, i had a huge writer’s block. michael was in the recording booth trying some lyrics out he wrote down while i sat there on the couch, lazily scrolling trough my mentions on twitter. as i clicked yet again another follow button, my eyes fell on some beautiful girl that asked if i could follow her for like, the 1000th time. i clicked on her profile and soon enough was blown away. i sat up straight as i clicked on some of her selfies she posted. she wasnt like a famous twitter person, like the one’s with almost as much follower’s as me. she had about 1.225 followers, but she deserved millions. i was still scrolling trough her photo’s as i felt someone standing infront of me. ❝who’s that?❞ i heard michael’s husky voice as my head snapped up. ❝i have no idea mate, but what i do know, is that i have to get her number❞

CALUM; [his pov] for the seventh time this week, i scrolled trough her tweets again. Y/N, aka the most beautiful girl i have ever seen. her tweets were the most funny thing i’ve ever seen, and it always made me feel a little better inside to know that i was her fav. i wanted to dm her so bad and maybe get to know her a little better, but ofcourse, i was to scared. funny, isnt it? the big celebrity it to scared to ask out a girl, who happened to be a fan aswell. ❝ask her out❞ i heard a voice behind me. i jumped up in shock, nearly dropping my phone in response. ❝w–what?❞ ❝ask that girl out you’ve been drooling over the past week❞ ashton muttered as he rolled his eyes, grabbing my phone out of my hands. he was typing something, and i knew exactly what he was doing, but i didnt stop him. ❝there ya go mate, now lets wait till she freaks out and replies❞

MICHAEL; [your pov] with my heart beating fast so that it nearly exploded from my chest and my hands shaking badly, i stared at my phone with wide eyes. did michael clifford, THE michael clifford from 5 seconds of summer just tweet me? and to top it all, he told me that i looked beautiful in all my pictures and that he really liked my tweets?! i tried my best not to cry, or scream, or throw my phone against the wall. with my hands still shaking, i typed out a reply, trying to act as chill and relaxed as possible. @YourTwitterName @Michael5sos well thank you kind sir, you look really good in all your pictures aswell i probably sounded like a total weirdo, but honestly, i didnt give a shit on the moment

LUKE; [your pov] i let out yet another deep groan as the teacher started talking yet again about some boring shit about math. taking my phone from my pocket, like most people by now, i scrolled trough my mentions instead of listening about some shit about shapes or whatever it was about. i tweeted one of my best internet friends, who i obviously met trough this popular band called 5 seconds of summer. i had loved them ever since i found out about them like one and a half year ago. laughing at one of her tweets about how she wanted luke hemmings to fuck her really badly, a 1 popped up above my messages. i opened it quickly, since i never really got dm’s often. and i swear my heart stopped for a second as i opened it the message. i read it again, and again, and again until i let out a loud squeal, which startled everyone around me and caused the teacher to stop talking. ❝miss Y/N Y/L/N would you like to stop being such a girl and please pay attention to me?❞ i nodded quickly, my cheeks brighting up as i looked down at my phone again. luke motherfucking hemmings just asked me for my number? was this real life or was i just seeing things since this lecture from the teacher was making me sleepy. obviously, i replied straight away, giving him my number, sending a winky face aswell because why not. and within minutes, i got a new text message —-

lost in your sleeve (1/?)

“For a kid with so damn much family these days, he’s still somehow been dealt a shitty hand.” No magic AU where Henry’s just a sad, angry with with a fucked up family tree.

Captain Cobra. (Eventual) Captain Swan.

Notes: The first official chapter! Sorry it took a while. Moving is a pain. But here’s chapter 1, and the next chapter is partly written and it’s all basically sketched out in my head so hopefully the next update won’t take quite so long. Recommended listening is still: Eugene by Sufjan Stevens.

(Shout out to swallowedsong, again, for always responding ‘sure!’ when I ask if she wants to look over something for me, and for generally being encouraging and enthusiastic.) 

Enjoy.

Wanna catch up? prologue

chapter 1.

henry.

 

            Regina used to walk him to school everyday. She’d hold his hand as they went, her grip tightening when people would pass by, fake smiles on their faces as they greeted her, an equally forced smile on her own. She was a very powerful woman, his adoptive mother. Important. The kind of important that never forgets itself—that demands that no one else forget it, either. The kind that doesn’t make many friends. She’d hold onto his hand as they walked and as he got older he wondered if she did it for his sake or her own. Who really needed that anchor?

            Maybe it was both of them.

            Emma walked him to school, too, but she kept her distance a bit, only reaching for him to cross the street.

            “I guess you’re probably too old for this, huh?” she’d said once as they walked, her hand soft and unsure around his.

            “I don’t mind,” he’d said, squeezing her hand and smiling.

            She’d smiled back, ruffled his hair before he ran off and into the building, and when he glanced back as he reached the door she was still there, still smiling, still watching him.

            Truthfully, he didn’t need either of them to walk him to school.  He just—

            He just liked it when they did.

            His first Monday at Barrie he walks alone to the dining hall. Sits alone for breakfast, and makes his way by himself to his first class.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm pretty new to shipping Larry and whatnot but I have questions. I'm sorry if you've answered them before. So, if Larry is real, why go through so many cover-ups that involve "beards" and "fake" babies? I understand that it could be forced on them by management but at what point if Larry are really together do they say, enough? It would make me upset if Larry were to come out and their excuse for being in all these stunts is "contractual obligations." That just doesn't seem right to me.😔

Hello! I’m not new and I have loads of questions, so don’t worry about it!

The issue that is extremely difficult for some people to understand and which is one that is the basis of the satirical novel about boybands and singing competitions I’m writing (it’s called You’ve Got It! …totally fictional…check out www.sexaoxbridge.com to find out more ahem) is that when One Direction was formed they were basically kids who from day one were mentored by Simon Cowell, who is probably a certifiable psychopath. 

It’s not always easy to comprehend the degree to which people will allow themselves to be manipulated due to naivety and an opportunity that is so extraordinary that you’d be stupid to say no. In the case of One Direction they lost the X-Factor (which in and of itself was shady as hell…I watched that season and everyone was shocked that they came in third) and Simon Cowell was under no contractual obligation to give One Direction an album. However after three months of grooming them into a band and their unprecedented success thanks to the rise of social media I would highly doubt that it wasn’t Simon’s plan from day one to sign them to Syco. 

Why then would he let them lose? Could it be to knock them down a peg and then make it seem like he was doing them a favour by giving them a contract? They’ve all stated that when they lost their biggest fear was that it would all be over and given that Simon was with them almost every day leading up to the final who do you think put that idea in their heads? Coupled with the fact that most of them came from modest backgrounds, their parents wouldn’t have any idea how to negotiate a record contract and when you have the fate of that many people involved and a charismatic Simon Cowell who’s been mentoring your child for months, why wouldn’t you be grateful for this “second chance”? 

At first they probably all trusted and believed in Simon and his capabilities in the industry - at that point many people wouldn’t have a reason not to. He might be a bully on camera but I’m sure he’s able to be reassuring and charming if he wants to be. When Simon properly became their boss is probably when they started to see a darker side of him and when he required them to do things for the sake of the band I’m sure at first there was confusion, but understanding and then ultimately anger and betrayal. 

I believe that what we are seeing now is the culmination of the five (Zayn included) of them finally saying “enough” and Simon throwing his toys out of the pram. From drug abuse to negligent parenting to breaking up marriages to breaking up One Direction itself, the rumours about the members of the band over the past year and a half have been downright slanderous. 

To simplify it by saying, “Well why don’t they just walk away?” is kind of impossible, not only because we don’t know the details of their contracts, but also because we don’t know the depth of emotional abuse that the boys have suffered. I would count being sat down and told that being gay would make you less popular and threaten the success of the band as emotional abuse, and to have that engrained in your mind from 16 or 18 years old will certainly shape your actions for the sake of being successful and for the sake of your other band members. 

If you want to know how I know so much about what it’s like to work for psychopaths, then you can read this: You Are Smart, You Are Important …The reason I know what it’s like to be lured and manipulated by the CEO of a huge corporation is because I have been there and done that and have the lawsuit to prove that I literally had to have the sense knocked out of me. By him. When he hit me. 

If I hadn’t heard so many parallel stories about Simon Cowell to my own I might think that I’m projecting, but I never thought I’d find someone as manipulative and horrible as my ex-boss until I started properly investigating SC. Simon Cowell took five boys and repeatedly gave them hope and then took that away from the minute he met them. From cutting them from the boy’s category to making them lose the X-Factor, they were in a cycle of being constantly reminded that they weren’t good enough and when you think about that as the basis for each member’s relationship with Simon Cowell a lot of their actions are given a bit more context. 

TL;DR - Simon Cowell is a psychopath who has been manipulating each of the members of One Direction since 2010. 

anonymous asked:

Hey there, guys! Hope you're all good, thanks for doing so amazing job with the account :) I've read like almost all the fics you've recced and I came to think you surely have some fav authors? Please, share your top 5 authors with us.

I’m sure that once this rec is posted I remember authors that I forgot to rec, but whatever! This is the top five authors I could come up on a whim and whose fics I think I’ve recced many times in this blog! I don’t really have any real reason why I picked these authors, just that they’ve written more than one of my fav fics and their writing is mostly (always) up to par! – Admin A


1. aileenrose

Title: Everytown, USA

Author: aileenrose

Rating: Mature

Words: 56,972 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: This is by far my fav fic from aileenrose and it’s also one of my fav fics of all time. I’m pretty sure me and Admin J have both recced this enough time here that I don’t need to get into this more!

Summary: Dean’s determined not to stay in one place for long–he’s enjoying his new-found freedom too much.

Castiel might be the one to make him stick around.

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2. KismetJeska

Title: The breath of all things

Author: KismetJeska

Rating: Explicit

Words: 69,187 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I don’t think this came as a surprise to anyone judging by the amount of fics I’ve recced from this author. Also this particular fic has made it to my top five fics of all time. I mean disabled Dean and volunteer Cas, it’s like a perfect match!

Summary: Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is wheelchair-bound and living in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It’s only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

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3. almaasi

Title: Try-Something Tuesday

Author: almaasi

Rating: Explicit

Words: 48,284 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I think this author along with Valinde is one of our most recced authors. Everything she writes is pure gold and this fic is no exception!

Summary: Human AU. Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He’s new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean’s curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?

Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only…

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4. Valinde (Valyria)

Title: Hoarding instincts

Author: Valinde (valyria)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5,725 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I swear the moment this ask came Admin J called dibs on Grey :’D  So here’s another great fic from Valinde!

Admin J’s notes: Yes, I send her a text “I call dibs on Grey” before she even knew what it was about.

Summary: In which Dean finds a homeless dragon at Starbucks and takes him home with him.

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5. bellacatbee

Title: Unplanned

Author: bellacatbee

Rating: 4

Words: 23,178 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I had such hard time picking out my fav from this author. I mean everything she writes is awesome and it doesn’t help that she has like 95 SPN fanfics on her belt. I’m not sure if this is really my fav of hers but it’s awesome and I couldn’t think anything else of hers to rec at the moment!

Summary: Castiel is a young teacher, just settling in to his first job. On a night out with colleges, he meets an attractive, green-eyed stranger and has a one-night stand with him. In the morning the man is gone and Castiel never expects to see him again. The man did leave him with a parting gift though; Castiel is pregnant. He decides to keep the baby and raise it alone.

Then, on parents evening, he meets the man again and discovers he’s Dean Winchester, the guardian of one of Castiel’s students. Dean is raising his younger brothers after his father died in a car accident. For most people, that would be enough responsibility but Dean is delighted to discover he’s going to be a dad. Castiel finds himself falling for Dean and the future they could build together.

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It’s always nice to rec your own favorites, even though, just like Admin A did before, I also gotta say I’m pretty sure after reccing these I remember more awesome authors and I start to re-think my choices. Always so hard to put these in order. Before listing anything I want to point out I read a lot fics from different authors and there are so many authors I like very much, so it was pretty hard to pick up just five. – Admin J


1. Valinde (Valyria)

Title: Grey

Author: Valinde (Valyria)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 65,240 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: You gave me an excuse to rec this again! There’s no questioning about which one is my favorite from this author. She’s such an amazing writer and all her stories are well-written with a great plot. I’m never disappointed when I pick up her stories.

Summary: In a world where people don’t see in color until they find their true mate, the first thing Dean sees when he pulls himself out of his grave is the blue sky. When Castiel raised him from the Pit, he inadvertently claimed Dean as his mate.

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2. museaway

Title: after a storm

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 10,482 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: You all thought I was going to rec the Path of Fireflies, didn’t you? Hah! I’m full of surprises. And because I already recced Grey I just could’t rec another one of those fics I always rec. This is a shorter one from museaway, but everything she writes is good, so it doesn’t matter.

Summary: Despite Zeke’s threats, Dean doesn’t tell Cas to leave the bunker. He revels in their burgeoning relationship, content to end his day with Cas asleep on his shoulder, even if they’ll always sleep in separate rooms. Cas is it for him. But when Cas begins to experience physical urges he can’t control, he asks Dean for a hand—metaphorically, and later, literally.

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3. lastknownwriter

Title: Dear Santa

Author: lastknownwriter

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 6,373 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I know it’s not Christmas season anymore but I just have to rec this fic from lastknownwriter. It’s so epic! This author is one of those I always pick up if there’s a situation where I’m in between to fics and can’t choose which one I’m going to read.

Summary: On a cold and lonely Christmas Eve, a tipsy Dean Winchester dropped a letter to Santa in his mailbox at the mall.

Then…Santa replied.

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4. thepinupchemist

Title: This Sweet Charade

Author: thepinupchemist

Rating: Explicit

Words: 6,151 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: thepinupchemist is my all time favorite, I think. I haven’t read anything she has written that isn’t good and I really lover her way to write. It’s smooth, funny, emotional and she knows how to work with her plots. If you want something good to read, just click into her profile and pick something.

Summary: Castiel has been friends with Dean Winchester for almost ten years. He’s wanted Dean to be his mate for just as long. When the company Christmas party demands that Castiel take a date, he begs Dean to pretend to romantically involved with him, if only for a night. Things do not go as planned.

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5. mnwood

Title: The Chronicles of Dean’s Bisexuality

Author: mnwood

Rating: Explicit

Words: 200,825 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: mnwood has such an easygoing way to write. She writes so well and uses the right language depending on the character she’s writing about at the moment. So good!

Summary: An exploration of what Supernatural would’ve been like if Dean Winchester was canonically bisexual from the beginning.

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