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[shirefantasies]

Hi!

Once you feel up to it, could you please write a oneshot of Fílí meeting a hobbit girl on his way to the Bag End and falling helplessly in love with her?

I have always imagined that Fílí and Kílí had arrived to Hobbiton a whole day early and spent it walking around - that, given how lost their uncle always was, Dís had sent them on the road earlier than necessary to ensure that they arrived in time.

So when they arrive to Hobbiton, the brothers are left to explore the market - and that’s when the coup de foudre happens - Fílí sees a hobbit (with strawberry blonde hair, please, if you don’t want to do reader-insert) selling all kinds of flour and has very short conversation with her. To his utter disappointment and annoyance, Kílí is responsible enough to talk him out of buying the huge bag of flour.

And, to be honest, that’s the reason behind Kílí’s grin and Fílí’s smirk we see when Bilbo opens the door.

Thank you soo much!

Please, take your time and care!

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‘Cuz’ of Death- Fili x F!Hobbit!Reader

This is so long in the making 😅 but yay, brain finally brained! Enjoy some Fili fluff 🥰

Warnings: one suggestive comment

Hobbiton’s rolling hills are green as ever as you struggle to pull the wheelbarrow along the path to the market. Your wares are your charge, of course, but that does not stop you in the slightest from wishing you had someone to share in your burdens. And your victories. Not that some great many victories are won in the illustrious world of flour salesmanship, but the thought still stood.

Thoughts. Such are yours for the remaining duration of the trip, flitting about your mind in fancy until you enter the bustle of tents being raised and tables being lain with all manner of honeys, meats, fishers' catches, freshly baked bread, and so many more colorful and tantalizing offerings of your great land. A smile fills your face at the sight. For some, they are overwhelming. For you? Your livelihood. Livelihood and the secret charm of possibility that you might meet someone you do not know, someone from some far reaches of the Shire. Or beyond.

Snorting at that particular notion, you heft bags of flour onto the table your neighbor was kind enough to set up for you, sorting them once all of them are up there for a moment of muscle rest. You hang your sign, a wooden piece carved for you by your father, and take up your helm of sale.

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Sunlight has fallen such that it casts into your eyes; cursing your short form, you shade yourself with an arm as two shapes enter your line of vision. Tall shapes. Men? Dwarves? Dwarves, judging by their garb, which appears to be that of mountain folk. Heavy tunics, fur linings, heavy boots and beaded braids. They also are not so towering as the men you’d met on a trip to Bree once.

The blonde one's eyes slide between your wares and you, alternating until you break into a smile.

"Could I interest you in any of these fine flours, sirs?"

"Sirs," the black-haired one snickers, though completely without malice, only humor.

"What's this one?" Pushing his neighbor aside, Blonde points at a medium-sized sack.

“Buckwheat flour,” you answer with a smile, “Good way to make your cookies tender if you don’t use too much. That is, if you make cookies much. I’m not sure what you like.”

“I have been wanting to get into baking.”

“What are you doing?” Black Hair hisses, a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. “We’ve got the party!”

“Yes,” Blonde agrees jovially, glancing back to you, “It is prudent to bring a gift, isn’t it? What about a nice bag of-”

“We’ve got a while yet! I’m not carrying that around for an hour! Are you?”

“Well-”

“Come on, Brother.”

“Brother?” You burst out before you could stop yourself. The pair doesn't look so much alike- perhaps they each look like one parent.

“Oh, my apologies, madam,” Blonde whips around and gives a bow, spinning his hand as he folds, “Fili, at your service, alongside my little brother here.”

Giving your name, you accept Fili’s proffered hand and giggle as he presses a kiss to the back of yours.

"Kili," the little brother pushes in, offering his hand, too, "And we were just leaving."

"What about the buckwheat?" Fili turns from Kili back to you, leaning on your table. "I'm quite interested in the...tender cookies? What on earth does that mean? Does that make them firmer or less firm? Or more...chewy?"

"You don't bake." Kili again, this time with less urgency and a great deal more amusement.

Fili must have made some disastrous attempts, you think, unable to stop the amusement that begins creeping across your lips. You picture him hunched with a look of dramatized defeat over a pan of crumbled, blackened cookies with smoke spiraling off them.

"I could learn," the elder retorts in a surprisingly determined tone.

Something about it moves your heart, loosens it further, speeds it even. These dwarves are nothing like you expected- not in appearance, manner, or of course location there at your table traveling some humble Shire market.

"I could teach you," you tell him, running a hand through your hair.

"I'd like that," he replies, "We aren't here much longer, but this place is very beautiful. I think we'll be back."

Kili looks between you two, jiggling his eyebrows up and down as Fili suddenly kneels to the ground, rising again with a little pink flower pinched gingerly between his thumb and index finger.

"At least I will be for those baking lessons. Speaking of which..." He chuckles to himself. "A flower for a flour?"

After you accept the flower, Fili reaches for your sack of buckwheat flower yet again, only for Kili to knock his hand away, initiating a comical skirmish of slaps that finally cements in your eyes that these two are undoubtedly brothers. Your gaze bounces between each volley as you twirl your baby bloom, heart leaping at the feeling of it, at the imprint of Fili's mischievous smile and gleaming blue eyes upon the back of your brain.

"Ignore him," Kili finally says, breaking you from your flower-induced, pollen-dusted golden reverie, "He's looking for an entirely different set of goodies."

The confusion you feel at that last comment as you watch the younger dwarf physically drag his brother away from your flour assortment lasts all the way through the rest of the market, all your actual purchases, and even up to your trip to your cousin's house to deliver a loaf of bread your mother had made him.

The hearth is warm and the kitchen scented of the herbs he's preparing for supper and calming tea. He welcomes your steaming parcel of sourdough with open arms and puts a second fish and helping of vegetables on to roast while you chat about your day. Your unusual day.

A tale of your dwarf-filled day...interrupted by a dwarf. This one exactly what you've always pictured, even taller than the brothers and more imposing, complete with a long beard, tattoos, and an intimidating stare. He is quite blunt about the fact that he isn't familiar with you or Bilbo, but gracious as your cousin is he shoots you a look of sympathy and quickly slides you his other helping. His look quickly melts into frustration the more the dwarf goes on and takes from him and rearranges, sharing with you an exasperated glare that has you giggling.

"Dwarves," he shakes his head before opening the door to another, older one, "What is it with today and dwarves?"

"I don't know," you reply quietly, reaching up to gently caress Fili's flower, which you have tucked behind your ear.

The second dwarf, Balin, is surprised to see you there, but then, so are you to see him. He chuckles at that and asks you for direction, which you shyly give; when he asks about chairs, you lead him around the corner into Bag End's larger dining room, where the long table rests under a chandelier's cozy yellow light. Bilbo follows soon behind, peering skeptically at your little congregation with furrowed brows and muttered questions. The sound of the bell ringing yet again, however, distracts you from the hearty laughter of this new set of dwarf brothers. Tapping across Bag End's hardwood floor, you cross your cousin's home once more, slowly opening the great round door. Voices sound behind it, voices that increase in volume as Bag End opens wider to welcome them.

"I can't stop thinking about her. I tell you, Kee, she's going to be the death of me-"

"Ah!"

Perking up with a wide smile that quickly melts into more of a smirk and gets directed at his brother, there stands Kili before you.

“Well now, brother, look who it is!” Kili exclaims your name, still looking right at his elder sibling as he sticks a hand out your way. “Can you believe our good fortune?”

“No,” Fili answers with a smile, blue eyes never falling upon his brother from their gaze into yours, “I cannot.”

His eyes trace over from yours, catch sight of his flower still tucked up by your tresses, and he stumbles into your cousin’s home with parted, wordless lips. He stands so close to you you’d collide with a single step from either of you, finally darting his eyes away and surveying the warm light of Bag End.

“So this is the fabled hobbits’ home?”

“It is,” you agree.

“I love it,” he breathes, a glow of awe coloring his expression, “It suits you just like that flower. It’s cozy. Sweet. I can definitely foresee myself upon many a return visit here.”

“So are you Mister Boggins’s wife?” Kili interrupts, tone bordering on urgent.

“No,” you shake your head, “He’s my cousin. I’ve come to deliver him a loaf of bread, but what of travelers like yourselves? Why have you come to a party Bilbo was not even aware of hosting?”

Inching a wee bit closer, just a tad, Fili extends his hand just like before. Just like before you take it. Instead of pressing a kiss to it, though, this time he holds it fast, his grip strong and warm and sure. The hearth’s warmth feels much closer despite you standing at a door open to the night on the end farthest from it you could be.

“Could I interest you,” Fili asks, leaning so close as to almost whisper in your ear, “In an adventure?”

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[basil--and--sage]

I need to know about Fíli’s reaction to being flirted with, for the character ask game (😳). Pretty please?😇

Flirting being awkward, shameless, all of it, please 😇

Thank you so much for the ask!

I really like to headcanon Fíli as aroace, but let us do one for ace Fíli and one for allo Fíli.

Fíli being aroace:

He's completely blind for romance and doesn't notice at all. He's thinking "Wow, a new friend! How nice! :)", while the other person pulls out their whole bag of tricks and slowly despairs, because nothing works.

When he notices, it's either because the other person is painfully blunt or (and more likely) because Kíli pulls him aside and tells him.

And then? Awkwardness through the roof!

He's probably going to tell them that he's not interested (since he's ace and all) and avoids them like the plague afterwards.

Kíli, who is not as blind as his brother, spends a fair amount of time with shooing admirers away, so Fíli doesn't even get into this uncomfortable situation.

It's also painfully obvious to the whole family that Kíli's gotta be the one to keep the family line going (which he doesn't mind fortunately).

Fíli being allo:

His reaction depends entirely on the question, if something is at stake.

Casual flirt with somebody, he's not going to see again any time soon? Absolutely! He can be quite charming and is very good at giving compliments. He likes flirting, since it's fun.

Somebody flirting with him, who has genuinely feelings for him that he doesn't reciprocate? He's friendly and polite, but keeps his distance to not give them false hopes. Kíli also has to act as Dwarven shield, if he wants to or not.

And if a very special person flirts with him? Somebody, he has feelings for? Awkward! Words fail him. He keeps nodding and says "Oh?" and "I see", while slowly assuming the colour of a tomato. He also talks a lot about the weather, before fleeing at the first opportunity.

Kíli: "Are you... are you gonna do something about it? Like, ask them to court or something?"

Fíli: "I'd rather die. Alone, presumedly."

In the end he either needs a significant other, who takes the wheel, or he does it himself with lots and lots of preparation and probably by writing a very sweet letter or something similar.

Ask Game

[cardsagainstthelibrarians]

lelapine Why do I feel that James was bitching the whole way to the house? Like how he doesn't even celebrate Thanskgiving, since he's British, and so on?

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I should have incorporated that but I actually didn't lol...and technically this "Thanksgiving" actually takes place on Black Friday because Aunt Nora and her family couldn't be assed to actually get there on Thanksgiving and wanted the special treatment and there's already been a different nicer, normal Thanksgiving on the previous day that I don't actually have a full fledged fanfic for.

And I think I was operating under the idea/storyline that since he's technically not even from this universe, James is just very interested in anything that makes him feel like a normal person so he's just as relieved to have anything that can just make him feel human even if it's attending two day Thanksgiving with his girlfriend and her husband/his boyfriend. Plus, the day without Aunt Nora and her descendents was probably nice enough.

[sammyluvr]

Hi, Mari!

I’m rewatching season six and I can’t shake the idea… that the moment Sam gets his soul back, the reader is the first one he goes to. And when the reader doesn’t let him in, he thinks it’s because reader is still mad about his pseudo-sexual relationship with Ruby…

Only once he gets inside, does he discover how mean and rude was he to the reader during the soulless time…

Just all the making up he would do…

hiya honey!!! thank you so much for all your support on my fics these days, you've been making me so happy!!! <333 muah muah

ahhh :((( like you're so hurt and you don't want to face it, but you know it's not his fault that he was soulless :(( i mean he sacrificed himself to save the world, but your hurt is still there :,)

but of course he feels so guilty and he'd be soooo so very soft and sweet with the biggest puppy dog eyes and the all the soft spoken "i'm sorry"s and he kisses you all over and compliments you forever and holds you so so very tenderly. and you feel guilty that he feels guilty because it's not this sam's fault but you can't complain about all this love he's giving you. and you fall back into a comfortable rhythm with each other, even if it's clumsy sometimes. and then everything gets more complicated and hard when the walls in his mind comes down hehe :)))

[wolfnlamb]

Many faces of Aki.

[lost-between-letters]

Hi,

could I please request some fluff with Sam picking up his teacher girlfriend from school? She comes out later than he expected - so late actually that he starts wondering whether she has already left and then she falls asleep in the car so he has to carry her inside her house (or inside the bunker - whatever is closer, whatever you decide)

Thank you so much!

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Ooh, I love this concept! I changed it to a wife reader, I hope you're okay with that as well - it fit better with the last name situation haha

Thank you for requesting! And look at me, writing your request in a reasonable time frame for once

Here it is:

Let's Go Home

[bonniebird]

Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon

December event

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Derek had been stuck in his wolf form for so long that Stiles’ father had managed to acquire a licence for you to own a wolf-dog. Then Stiles managed to get papers to make it look as if you owned a wolf dog and had rescued Derek.

It had been months. Every day Deaton would drop by with a new idea and nothing would work. You’d gotten used to Derek clomping after you as you went about the house. It had been so long that it no longer felt odd to give him an occasional pat on the head.

“It’s nearly christmas eve. The next full moon is the day before… Do you think he’ll change back then?” Stiles asked the room. Everyone had gathered at yours after Lydia had made up a rota. Each house was decorated and had designated shopping days so no one would run into each other. Last year Stiles had ruined the secret santa by accidentally running into everyone at different times while they were shopping and ended up telling everyone else what had been bought. Lyda was determined that this year nothing would go wrong. Besides Derek being stuck in his wolf form.

“Who knows.” Scott muttered and stared at Derek who had a pile of tinsel balanced on his head while you stood on the arm of the sofa and tried to hang the other end up on some picture frames. You climbed down and looked through a box on the floor and pulled out a large wolf jumper. Your neighbour had given it to you with a box of dog biscuits. You and Derek had looked at each other as she handed them to you and called him a very good boy. It had been an amusing situation to be in, for you at least. 

“I know that Derek is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie Christmas jumper on them?” You asked and held up the jumper. The room was filled with laughter which grew louder when Derek sneezed in objection.

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[sebsxphia]

list five topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

the last of us.

the lew cinematic universe.

the cold war.

the lord of the rings.

robin.

thank you for the tag: @lelapine!

no pressure tags: you. you reading this right now.

[lelapine]

I should have put this up when I posted the first chapter, but hey… second anniversary? Anyway, who is interested, a ‘the Librarians’ and ‘Supernatural’ crossover!

[cardsagainstthelibrarians]

Have to post from phone since Tumblr isn't fully working on my laptop right now but here's the promised link to the Fleviarty fic where we meet Eve's brother Eric.

Editing to @lelapine who specifically asked for this.

[holylulusworld]

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Ashtray

Summary: Your upstairs neighbor is a pig.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Warnings: enemies to?, awful neighbors, noise complaints, smoking, drinking, partying, angry reader, making out

Breathe in and out, you told yourself as you stood in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. Lifting your fist, you took another deep breath before knocking.

You waited and waited, but no one answered the door. Of course, not. They were all busy partying, drinking, and doing God knows what else.

“Hello!” You yelled and knocked again. “Open the door! It’s two am and other people try to sleep.” Kicking the door with your foot, you hissed. You were only wearing your bunny slippers and hurt your toe. “OPEN THE DOOR!”

The neighbor next door opened the door, poked their head out, and hurriedly closed the door again—pathetic cowards. None of the other neighbors dare to complain about people not playing by the rules.

“OPEN THE DOOR!” You rammed your fist into the door, cursing because you hurt your knuckles. Finally, the door opened. Your neighbor lazily leaned in the door frame. A cigarette dangling from his lower lip, he smirked as you stood in front of his door at two am, wearing nothing but your nightie and a thin robe.

“What can I do for you, Sugar?” He drawled. “Do you want to come in? We’ve got enough booze, smokes, and food.” Jax stepped out of the door, smirking as his eyes dropped to your exposed legs. “If you are up to something else, we’ve got that too.” How you hated the smirk on his lips.

“It’s two am!”

“I know, Sugar.” He shrugged and puffed on the cigarette. “Did you come here to tell me about the time?” The bastard dared to roam your body with his eyes. He chuckled when his eyes landed on your bunny slippers. “What can Jax do for you today?”

“I want to sleep!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air.

His eyes lit up, and his smirk deepened. “Sugar, I got a recipe to help you sleep.” Jax stepped closer, making you step back. “I’m a master in fucking a pretty girl to sleep.”

“VULTURE!” You growled at him. It was worse enough that he was blowing smoke in your face, or that he smelled like booze and sin. His naked feet and chest just screamed disrespect because he didn’t care that he embarrassed you with his lack of clothing. “Keep it low and stop making such noise!”

You turned on your heels and stormed toward the elevators, ignoring Jax laughing at your outburst.

“You’re cute when mad, Sugar. Maybe you should have a drink with me. I don’t bite—” he grinned when you threw an angry look over your shoulder. “The offer stands.”

After a hard day at work, you enjoyed the fresh air and the sun while watering your flowers on your small balcony. Right when you were about to take care of your blooming begonias, a cigarette butt landed on the flower.

“What the fuck!!!” You looked up, only to watch another butt land on your flowers. “Hey, my balcony is not your ashtray, Teller!”

“Sorry, Sugar,” Jax bent over the balcony railing to grin at you. “I didn’t know you’re out there.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m on my balcony or not! I don’t want your cigarette butts on my flowers. Can you not act like a decent person for once!”

“I could water your flowers with my beer!” He showed you a bottle of beer, grinning as you growled profanities at him. “Hey, Sugar. I’m only trying to be a thoughtful neighbor.”

“ASSHOLE!” You slammed your watering can to the floor and stormed back inside. Your relaxing time was once again ruined by your neighbor.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you growled hours later. You sat on your balcony, enjoying the warm night only for Jax and one of his flings to ruin your relaxing time too. His grunts and her high-pitched squeals left little to nothing to your imagination.

You huffed, and walked back inside, slamming the door shut. “Unbelievable. Not even on my balcony, he will leave me alone. Why can’t he fuck a woman on his bed like every other dude!”

The next morning, Jax jogged after you. He grinned and dared to hold the door open for you. “Morning, Sugar. What are your plans for today?”

“Work,” you snapped at him. “And I will spend the weekend at my parents’ place. So feel free to make as much noise as possible.”

“You’re so thoughtful,” he laughed because you started to walk faster to get away from him. “How can I pay you back?”

“Stop ruining my flowers with your fucking cigarette butts. And maybe,” you twirled around to glare at him, “stop fucking your skanks on the balcony. I don’t want to find used condoms in my flowerpots too.”

Jax smirked darkly. “Well, if you let me help you with your sleeping problems, I can just come inside your uptight cunt.”

“Fuck you!” You jabbed your index finger into his chest.

“Go ahead, Sugar.” He opened his arms and looked down at his crotch. “If you are ready, big Jax is more than ready to give you the ride of your life.”

“Pervert!!” You slapped his face hard enough to leave an angry handprint. “I can’t believe men like you.”

“Wow,” he purred your name and smirked. “I love it when a girl gets handsy, Sugar.”

“Next time, I’ll knee your balls! Stay away from me,” you pushed against his chest. “And I’m not a girl. I’m a woman.”

Jax watched you storm off, smiling dopily. He laughed and shook his head. Out of all the women in town, he had to find interest in you…

“I’ll kill him!” This time, you grabbed your bunny umbrella and stormed upstairs. Your neighbor had to party like there is no tomorrow again, and you were just done. “Jax Teller!”

You hammered against his door, growling his name like the angry bear you turned into thanks to the lack of sleep. “OPEN THE DOOR!”

“SUGAR!” He opened the door, wearing nothing but a smirk and boxers, he leaned in the door frame, eying you up and down. “Aw, Y/N,” he grabbed your bunny umbrella and flung it over his shoulder,” you won’t need that.”

You shriek when Jax grabbed you to drag you into his apartment. He slammed the door shut, before pressing you against the wall. “Let me go!”

“Why would I do such a thing?” Jax grabbed your face with his rough hands, holding it for a moment before stealing a kiss. He pecked your lips, testing the waters. “I dreamed of doing unspeakable things to you since you moved in.”

His lips claimed yours in a rough, and demanding kiss. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth and grabbed his leather jacket. “You’re awful and I hate you.”

“Yeah,” he purred against your lips. “But you will be so much more relaxed after I’m done with you. I’ll not let you out of my bed before I fucked you so good you’ll fall asleep…”

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[lost-between-letters]

Let's Go Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x wife!teacher!Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @lelapine

Word Count: 1,220

Summary: you work as a teacher at the local high school and often stay later than you mean to. Luckily, you've got a husband who checks his watch regularly

A/N: this isn't spell checked (as almost everything I write) so read at your own risk. Also, sorry if the ending feels off, i couldn't decide where to cut off (and yes, that student is who you think he is, I couldn't resist)

"I just don't know how I'm supposed to see this stuff on my own," Steve raked his hand through his hair and stared down at the essay lying between them, "I'm sorry Mrs. W."

Y/N sighed and put down the red pen she'd used to circle in the more outstanding motives in her copy of Macbeth. They've been through various versions of this exchange now over the past few weeks. "It's okay, Steve. Not everyone's going to major in English lit."

"But I've got to pass this class!" There was a desperation in his voice she hadn't expected. The poor boy looked about two D minuses from outright begging.

This wasn't how Y/N envisioned her night to be going when she heard the knock on her classroom door. An hour after her last class. Steve had been coming to her fairly regularly for his essays once she'd realised that he'd need the extra help, but today, he was downright frantic.

So she refrained from putting her head on the table right next to his and instead forced her tired eyes to stay open and show the trust she had in him and his admittedly mediocre english lit abilities. They were enough to get by, and Y/N knew that not everyone of her students would get the appeal of her subject.

"And you will," Y/N said calmly.

"But I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing!" Steve told the wooden table. His voice was muffled by his hands.

"Who does anyway?" A voice came from the doorway.

Y/N looked up sharply, a surprised smile spreading across her face. "Sam! What are you doing here?"

Sam smiled right back at her and walked until he could look over at what they were working on.

"It's late," he said simply, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, "and I got worried."

Oh. Y/N checked her watch and came to the realisation that, yes, she'd just spent the last three hours here. Instead of home. Where she had been supposed to be about two hours ago.

Steve's head shot off the table, eyes wide. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Mrs Winchester."

"It's okay," she said, looking up at her husband as guilt settled behind her ribs. He must've been waiting for her, "I'm happy to help you."

"I think you both need a break, though," Sam said and squeezed her shoulders.

Steve all but shot out of his seat and gathered his things. His hands were frantic, almost shaking. Y/N watched him, a frown on her lips. She had noticed that before on Steve. "Yes, sir. Sorry for keeping Mrs Winchester so long."

Y/N got up as well, gathering her things as Sam stood there and watched them, brows furrowed in concern. It was clear that that wasn't a thing he'd come prepared for. Finding her slumped over a stack of papers to grade? Wouldn't be the first time. But a teenager falling over his feet apologising for needing extra classes? Not so much.

"It's okay. I kept my teachers back plenty, must've driven them half mad with all my questions." He was putting on his 'Dean-voice', Y/N noticed with a smile and tucked herself into his side. It had been a long day.

"Always been a curious one, that one," she agreed as Sam took her bag from her shoulder, "he keeps asking me questions about you guys' papers even now. Total nerd."

"Guilty as charged."

That did the trick. Steve laughed, and his shoulders sunk just a fraction.

They walked out of the building together, Sam telling Steve a few heavily censored stories about his own school time. Y/N listened in, nodding along whenever Steve looked to her for confirmation and otherwise stayed quietly tucked under Sam's arm.

Once they reached Sam's car, Y/N all but collapsed into the passenger seat. And stayed there.

Sam chuckled when he saw her almost lying there and ran his knuckles over her cheek, soft amusement in his eyes. "Long day?"

"Too long," she groaned and turned into his touch.

"Then let's get you home."

Y/N hummed in agreement.

For a while, there was only the rumble of the car, and Sam's even breathing that broke the silence. It was such a domestic moment, his hand now resting on her knee, the dark scenery passing her window, that it was becoming a fight to keep her eyes open. Y/N surrendered easily and rested her head against the window. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Anytime, baby."

Y/N hummed again and suppressed a yawn.

"That Steve kid," Sam stopped and looked at her sideways, worry in his eyes, "is he alright?"

"hope so," Y/N yawned again and wiggled a bit until she was in a more comfortable position, "he's gonna pass my classes 'nd I'm tryin' to check in on him as much as possible."

"Something we'll have to keep an eye on?"

"Nah, just shitty parents and bein' a teenager, I think," Y/N mumbled, "'m gonna rip his dad a new one if i get to meet him, though."

Sam snorted. "Remind me to be present for that."

Y/N nodded and rested her head back against the window. That day would be a good day.

At some point, Sam turned on the radio and let the familiar tunes wash over both of them. His eyes were steady on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee, a solid presence. It wasn't a long drive back to the bunker, but it was enough time to create a comfortable little bubble that Sam found himself sinking into. If he hadn't been driving, it would've surely lulled him to sleep at some point.

And that was exactly what it did to Y/N. She was sleeping peacefully by the time they got home, so Sam shut his own door quietly and walked around to the passenger side.

He carefully untangled the strap of her bag from her legs and then leaned over to gather her up in his arms.

Y/N huffed softly once he picked her up but only turned into his chest with a quiet "Sam?"

"I got you, Baby," he murmured and kissed her forehead.

She sighed, apparently satisfied with that reply, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sam carried her slowly to their room, making sure not to jostle her too much now that she was sleeping. Once there, he carefully placed her down on the bed and crouched to take off her shoes before draping the duvet over her curled up body.

He was just about to go and get ready for bed himself when Y/N sat up, blinking up at him confusedly. "Where're you goin'?"

"Brushing my teeth," he smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on her nose, "get back to sleep."

Y/N pouted and pulled the blanket higher. "Hurry."

Sam did just that and climbed into bed with her not two minutes later. Dental hygiene was overrated anyway.

It didn't take long for Y/N to wrap her entire body around him. Actually, his head hadn't even fully hit the pillow yet. He chuckled quietly.

"Love you," Y/N mumbled into his neck, apparently oblivious to his amusement.

He kissed her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist, getting comfortable as well. "Love you too."

"Night Sam."

"Night, Y/N."

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You’d asked Brett to spend the holidays with you. He’d turned you down and said that something had happened with his pack and it was more important to be with them. 

You understood. His pack was important. But it still stung a little that he had no time to spend with you. You went to bed early on Christmas eve and woke up to a cold house. You put the heating on for a few moments and slumped down onto the sofa. You frowned and got up when there was a knock at the door.

“Brett?” You said in surprise. He smiled and held up a bag of food and another of gifts. Slung over his shoulder was a backpack you knew was filled with his things.

“Hey… sorry, I wasn’t sure if I could make it.” He said awkwardly as you let him in.

“It’s ok. You didn’t have to choose me. I understand.” You said quickly. 

"I'd always choose you." Brett said quickly as he set his bags down and the two of you hugged.

“Well, I’m always on your team.” You smiled as he chuckled and nodded as he gave you a final squeeze and pulled away.

“Trust me. I’m glad you are.” He mumbled as you led him into the living room.

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Hi!

I've read all of your Hangman and Fanboy headcanons - totally love them, they're so amazing!! - and I was wondering, what do you think those two would be like with a partner who works in law enforcement (either police officer or FBI agent)?

Thank you so much!🌸

hi there!

thank you so much for letting me know omg!! i’m so pleased to hear you enjoy them 🥹💖

oh they’d love it! both of them would be incredibly proud of you and constantly remind you that you do amazing work, but they do differ slightly.

fanboy would be nosy as hell. he wants to know every little gory detail about any case you’re working, even offering up his own theories, which to be fair, sometimes they’re not half bad.

hangman is still interested in hearing about your cases, but he wants to know more gossip about the people you work with, especially if you’re working with any high profile people.

thank you so much for this interesting thought my dear!! 💌

[lelapine]

Second chapter!

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Can I get prompt 51 with Derek Hale🥺

"I can walk, I'm fine," Derek helped you to the couch, your arms around his shoulder as you limped, taking a seat.

"You're injured and you're bleeding, just let me help you. What were you thinking, going in after I told you not to? You could have avoided getting hurt, you know," you watched as he walked around, grabbing a small first-aid kit.

You sighed deeply, putting your hand on your wound.

"I'm sorry, I was-" you started.

"It doesn't matter, just hold still," you nodded softly as he lifted up your shirt while you winced.

"Sorry," he apologized.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head.

You watched as he gently sterilized the wound, letting out a shaky breath.

It was silent, but it was a comfortable silence, nothing was awkward.

You looked in slight shock as he continued to patch up your wound, being careful. You thought back to all the things you'd heard about him, everything Stiles and Scott ever told you, they were wrong.

Derek was kind, he was helping you.

"I'm done," you tried to get up before he stopped you once more.

"(Y/N), just sit down and rest for a minute," he replied.

"Fine. You know, you're not who I thought you were," you started.

"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" he replied.

"You're better," he gave you a look before you saw a soft smile on his face.

"Dude, your face is twitching, it looks like you're trying to smile. Let me help you," you put your hands in his cheeks as he pulled okay, scoffing.

"Okay, you're insane." he scoffed.

You smiled softly before he sat next to you on the couch.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," he said.

"Are you gonna rip my throat out with your teeth?" you mocked him as he rolled his eyes.

You smiled to yourself before he sighed.

"You can stay here for the night, just be careful, okay?" he said.

You nodded before he gave you a small smile.

"Goodbye, Derek," you laid back on the couch, closing your eyes.

"See you," you heard him walk up the stairs as you smiled to yourself, feeling a slight warmth in your chest.

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