#smol ponytails save lives

[zhaozi]

based on this post by @heretherebedork

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[imorphemi]

Help I can't stop making AUs

this is sort of inspired by @ tenten18282's Hyrule x four swords AU, but yknow, botw link instead

I'm just gonna start rambling about them under the cut uwu

So from left to right, we have Safflina (Saff), Thistle, Violet (Vi), and Nightshade (Night). Violet was the one who suggested they nickname themselves after flowers and no one had better ideas so here they are

Saff is the designated leader of the group simply because. uh. He's the only one who is willing to actually go talk to people, the other three would rather do so much else. He's the most empathetic and courageous. He's also their best cook!

Thistle is the fighter. He's extremely skilled with any weapon and enjoys monster hunting. He's pretty impulsive and will always be the one to initiate the fight. It's not that bad because he can usually win any fight he starts, but he can get pretty reckless.

Vi is the adventurous one, who can and will get lost the moment he runs off to grab a beetle. He just really likes exploring but really dislikes fighting. He steals the slate constantly to take photos. Night usually tags along with his antics to complete the compendium and also make sure he doesn't end up too lost.

Night is the one with the braincell. He's also extremely stealthy, and prefers to sneakstrike enemies instead of fighting them head on. He just enjoys learning about anything and everything. He knows a lot of stuff, but isn't the best at execution. He's only allowed to make elixirs lol

Vi and Night are probably the most interesting ones design wise, Vi constantly changes outfit depending on his needs but usually wears a combination of the climbing gear and the stealth armor. Night wears a combination of the stealth armor and the radiant set. I think I want Night to have a scar on his left eye. I based his hair after sheik because. sheik mask in game. His hair is also long and braided. Vi's hair is very long and horribly unkempt, he hasn't bothered to cut it at all

Saff wears the Champions tunic, usually a hylian hood, and some soldier armor. He's also the only one who wields the Master Sword. His hair is the usual smol ponytail. Thistle wears the full barbarian armor with crimson dye. His hair is basically the same as Vi's except he sometimes accidentally cuts some of it off with his weapon, so it's also horribly choppy

Saff and Night are the only ones who are concerned about the plot what happened 100 years ago, Thistle and Vi are content to just. Leave all that behind. Save the world and Zelda, and then go back to their new life. Well for Vi his main motivation is learning about the history mostly, and Saff actually wants to know what happened to himself.

I mean, that's not entirely descriptive of what they actually want, its complicated. Thistle, Vi, and Night are a lot more detached to their past self and they feel really guilty about it, but that's not stopping them from pursuing the life they want to live now. I guess. Like of course they'll save Hyrule, but after that? They want to do their own thing.

If that makes senes :V honestly this AU is basically two identity crises stacked on top of each other and multiplied by four lmao

[vestsfriends]

Live reaction/thoughts to She-Ra Season 5:

thought these were p funny so here ya go

-entrapta does have feelings mkay @ mermista

-catra apologized to entrapta even after she bluntly stated all the horrible shit she did to her,, bless

-Scorpia has electricity POWERS WTF YO

-so?? Does Glimmer?? Like?? Not have her teleportation powers anymore?? Or??

-catra + short hair = a strange feeling

-‘wrong hordedak’ is a precioUS bABy

-frosta is so tiny she is supposed to be 13 now but like,, she still smol af

-Micah being apart of the team,, he’s everyone’s dad now

-she-ra’s upgrade?? God is a woman after all

-does Micah know that Shadow Weaver is Light Spinner or—

-Kyle and Rogelio is canon LETS FUCKIN GO

-if they don’t conclude/answer the biggest question I’ve had the entire series aka “what IS Madam Razz?” then imma riot

-SPINERELLA NOOOOO how fucking long has she had the horde chip on her neck??

-THERES no DOUBT in my mind that the chip in Spinerella is the reason why Netossa was crying in the trailer,,,

-catra’s redemption is awesome- it’s very well written- it’s slow but making good progress

-perfuma and seahawk have had almost zero screen time so far so I hope that changes soon

-even tho there’s clearly gonna be endgame ships— the glitra, slight scorptra, entrapdak, catrapta, glimmadora, glimbow, and scortrapta has been good in new content

-GLIMMER KISSED CATRA ON DA CHEEK FHKSDHJDSDHJDHSHSHS aw

-also bow saying catras sneeze was adorable >>>>

-horde prime is very,, i dunno,, weird? Like he has his polite charade/act goin on and then turns into a strict dictator two seconds later lmao

-Scorpia singing?? My SHIT! SHES SO TALENTED

-I never knew I needed lipstick! Mermista and Peruma until now

-Scorpia stayed behind wtf

-DOUBLEEEEEE TROUBLEEEEE THEY BACK

-THE INTROSSSSSS THEY KEEP CHANGING

-entrapta teaching wrong! Hordak to wink is too pure for this world

-the netossa crying scene showed up :(

-bows DADSSSSSSSSSSS EVERY CHARACTER IS SHOWING UP AGAIN I CRI

-okay but what’s shadow weavers deal?? Why she do dis shit??

-I love aunt casta’s and shadow weavers banter tho lmfao

-catra now has a loyal cat companion

-and now she & her gone

-damN Perfuma rlly has faith in people huh

-horde primes gonna fuck shit up oh no here he comes

-hordak is remembering Entrapta lemme just,,,, :’) “your imperfections are beautiful”

-glimbow rlly out here being more touchy than usual huh

-AWWWWWW BOWS PLAYING A CUTE GUITAR WHILE GLIMMER SLEEPS ON HIS SHOULDER HDJDSJJS and she’s blushing okay 👌

-“take care of her, horde scum” “that’s the plan, sparkles” glitra has been popping bottles this season

-Y’know I still ship bowfuma but like- GLIMBOW CANONNNNN THAT FOREHEAD KISS AND THE “I LOVE YOU”s FUCK IM DYING DHDKDHSHDHDHDSHJD

-MARA JUST SWOOPED IN OUT OF NO WHERE wHAT

-is hordak gonna be the one to tackle horde prime or,, no? Bc him hurting Entrapta is gonna affect hordak for sure

-“you’re worth more than what you give to other people” limme just weep for a sec

-“couldn’t wait to sweep me off my feet?” Jesus seahawk dhdkdjdj also why is this show so good at writing good chemistry for hetero ships like damn

-bows message to Atheria? fuckin stan him taking charge

-SHADOW WEAVER GIVING UP HER LIFE TO SAVE CATRA AND ADORA >>>

-“I’m so proud of you, Catra.�� I legit started crying at this

-oml even the staff from drill showed up dhdjdhdhd I missed them since season 1

-hordak really just,, said this whole ass speech about defying his rules and just,, fuckin,, drops horde prime off a cliff LMAOO DAMN

-DID ADORA JUST JUMP INTO THE FUTURE OR SOME SHIT?! catra has a ponytail, Adora looks like a Greek god, and glimmer has even shorter hair oml I’m dead

-bow has a goatee IM

-catra saying “I love you” hit different

-like my main ship is scorptra just bc Scorpia was able to make catra soft/blush a few times lol but canon catradora is p cute- the way they handled the build up was well-written

-“stay” is a reoccurring line in this season

-UPGRADED! SHEILD!

-hey bro- what if,, we were both main characters,, of the same sex,, and we used to beat each other up,, and we kissed,, hey wait bro- don’t stop bro-

-the angle of the kiss reminded me of the Starco one ngl (but that show ended badly so,, eh)

-who knew kissing catra was so powerful that it made your barrette fly right outta yo hair

-ENTRAPTA DOING A SPINNING HUG WITH HORDAK DHDKDHSHS SOFT BABIES

-DAMN SPINTOSSA KISSED LIKE THREE TIMES ON THE MOUTH THIS SEASON WOOHOO

-scorptra hug? That’s all I needed thank you noelle I can die happily

-so ig we’ll never truly know what madam razz is,, oh well. At least she made an appearance

-the last shot with the best friend squad? Fantastic. Great show, great ending.

[flamencodiva]

GBTY 1 - Nothing Against You

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word for Chapter: 5704

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin​ @atc74​ @smol-and-grumpy​ @winchest09​ @waywardbeanie​ @deanwanddamons​ @malfoysqueen14​  @emoryhemsworth​ @janicho88​ @jensengirl83​ @whatareyousearchingfordean​ @katehuntington​ @anathewierdo​  and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

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The rumble of the black ‘67 Chevy Impala echoed in the alleyway as it came to a soft stop, the driver turning off the ignition and looking to his brother beside him. 

 "You said she was coming, right?" the driver said as his brother placed the bookmark in the book he was reading. 

 "For the millionth time," his voice dripped with annoyance, "yes, Dean, I called Amaya, and she said she would meet us here." 

 "Sam," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Look, she is a great hunter. You know it, I know it. But, she got injured in her last hunt. So I'm sorry if I'm a little apprehensive about whether she’ll be --" 

 The loud bang against the Impala's roof made the brothers jump as a soft chuckle filled their ears. They could see Amaya Campos through the window on the driver’s side, laughing. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked when she smiled. Closing his eyes, Dean flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw. 

 "You know what, Campos," Dean barked as he threw open the driver's side door and climbed out. "You are a real pain in the ass." 

 "Yeah, I know," she shrugged and punched his shoulder. "But you know I'm the best." 

 "If it weren't for that fact, you would have been dead by now," Dean grumbled as he made his way to the trunk. 

 "How you doin’, Amaya?" Sam asked as he gave her a gentle hug. 

 "I bounce back, Sasquatch," she gave them a bright smile. "So, a coven of witches is in there," she pointed at the warehouse then crossed her arms. 

 "Yeah," Sam sighed, "but get this. These witches have been gathering ingredients for a big spell." Sam pulled out his notes as he showed them to Amaya, "They killed specific victims and took certain body parts from them." 

 "Well, that's just wrong… and creepy," Amaya shuddered. 

 "Something we agree on," Dean cocked his gun as he checked to make sure it was working. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of these hags all at once." 

 "You and me both, Short Stack," Amaya breathed. She grabbed a few Witch-killing bullets and loaded the clip into her pistol. 

 "I'm taller than you, Campos." Dean pulled up close to her, his form towering over hers. 

 "I'm using Sasquatch as a reference," she gave him a sly smile before letting her fingers dance along his chest. "Wanna make this interesting?" 

 "What, like the ghoul hunt last month?" he raised an eyebrow at her before letting his eyes roam over her body. 

 Her Ramones crop top and leather jacket was accentuating her chest, her cleavage leaving Dean imagining dirty things he could do between her breasts. He continued to let his eyes roam over Amaya's figure; her bootleg jeans hugged her hips in the right place. He bit the inside of his cheek, Dean's way to hold back from reaching out and placing his hand on the curve of her hip. His eyes continued to move up to her hair in a neat ponytail. He could always see himself pulling on the elastic to let the tendrils fall, his fingers running through her brown and purple highlighted hair. Shaking out of his thoughts, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.   

 "Come on, Winchester," she moved her hand around to the back of his neck. Her fingers began to play with the small hairs at the nape of it, "If you can last five minutes without a witch blasting you away," Amaya's fingers ghosted over his cheek while staring into his green eyes, "I can make it worth your while." 

 "Whatever you're trying to sell me, sweetheart," he licked his lips. It was his way of controlling himself. He could not fall into the trap he knew she was trying to set, "I ain't buying." 

 "Come on," she cooed, "what's one little harmless bet?" 

 "Last time we had a--" Dean lifted his hands as he pushed back away from her, making air quotes, "' Harmless bet ' I had to drive the Impala in my underwear while listening to Taylor Swift." He shuddered at the memory of Sam recording the evidence to send to Amaya. 

 "Admit it," she chuckled, "you enjoyed it." 

 "You wish," he shot back. 

 "Guys," Sam sighed. "Can you guys please, just make a bet. Hell, I'll mediate. If Amaya wins, Dean has to--" he paused to think. 

 "Give up pie for a month," she crossed her arms, smiling. 

 "You bitch!" Dean growled. "There is no way I'm giving up pie. You win, I'll kiss you for two minutes," he gave an inward groan as the words came out. 

 "Two minutes of making out with Dean Winchester?" 

 Dean watched as she popped out her hip and placed her hand on it. He could tell she was thinking about it. 

 "I'm not thrilled about it either, but it's all I could come up with, outside of humiliating myself farther," he grumbled. 

 "I was gonna say you could dance to the Macarena while wearing women's underwear," Sam shrugged. 

 Dean watched as Amaya's eyes lit up and he gave Sam his best bitch face, "Asshole." 

 "I like Sam's idea better. Not just the Macarena in women's underwear, but I want a live performance!" She smiled, “You need to sing the song too!” 

 "We're wasting time," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he looked between Sam and Amaya. "Fine. You got a deal. But if I win--" he licked his lips, "you are going to give me a very nice strip show in the Bunker to the song of my choice." 

 "Bueno, que quieres? (Well, what do you want?) All nude reviews or bare minimum?" she asked as she gave him a casual shrug. 

 "All nude with a very nice view of the sweet stuff," he said, smiling. "Quiero ver a to-do tu que-ehr-po," ( I want to see all of your body.) Dean smirked, hoping he got the wording right for his Spanish.  

 "Spanish is getting better, perv," she muttered. "Fine. But you are only looking, not touching!" 

 "Fine with me, sweetheart," Dean held out his hand for her to shake. 

 But she did something unexpected. Grabbing Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, she pulled him in for a short kiss on his lips. 

 Pulling back, she smiled, "Sellado con un beso (Sealed with a kiss). No backing out now Winchester. The challenge, you can't go fifteen minutes without getting blasted by a witch spell." 

 "You're on," he squeaked before clearing his throat and making his way inside. 

 Sam cocked his gun before looking at his best friend, "You love making him squirm." 

 "It's only ever going to be fun and games, Sam," she put on her bravest smile. "Nothing can ever come from two hunters in this world being together. Happy ever after doesn't exist." 

 Sam sighed as he watched his friend and brother head inside. He knew they were ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do except let them be idiots together. As the group filtered through the warehouse, Sam could hear the faint sound of chanting. 

 An eerie lavender glow came from an open door along a dark corridor. Sam crept towards it, self flush against the wall as he peered inside. 

At the same time, in another universe, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the warehouse, each one with a radio and a body cam hooked up to them. They all waited for a signal from their leader to storm inside and take down their targets. 

 "It's too quiet in there," one of them whispered. 

 "Yeah, but we have to follow protocol," the second one answered. 

 "Squad leaders, move in," a gruff voice called over the walkie talkie. 

 The warehouse had filled with the sounds of feet stomping the pavement. The women found themselves surrounded — weapons aimed at them. One of them strolled forward, her cackle bouncing off the walls and filling the warehouse with its shrill sound. 

 "The Men of Letters can't stop us," she proclaimed. "The spell is in motion. It has begun!" 

 "Fire!" 

 The command came from above as the warehouse filled with the sounds of gunfire, figures dressed in black emptying their clips. The witches all dropped one by one, save for one, who cowered on the ground behind the cauldron. When the firing calmed down, the mysterious soldiers in black all pointed their guns at her, waiting for her to make a move as she bled through her wound. As the silence began to fill the air, the faint sounds of high heels and heavy footsteps echoed around them as the men all moved aside for two  figures dressed in suit’s approaching closer to their target. 

 One of the figures was a woman, about 5’4 with long brown hair that flowed down her back. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a button up quarter sleeve white shirt that went well with her four-inch black stilettos.  The other figure was a man, 6’1 in height, wearing a navy blue three piece tailored suit, his brown hair perfectly combed back in a short cut. Both figures stood side by side as they surveyed their surroundings. 

 "Is this her?" the female spoke. 

 "Yes, ma'am," came the reply as the woman made her way closer. 

 She stood in front of the Witch and took her chin in her hands.  

 "Excellente. Bind her and take her to the prison, we'll question her there. Whatever they did, we need to find a way to reverse it." She looked over at the green-eyed man who followed closely behind her, "Que esperen y muévanse!" (What are you waiting for and move!)  

 "We will," he said, looking over the papers before signing his name to the documents. "I believe Grandpa Henry will be happy with what we've done. We do make a great team, Amaya." 

 "I wouldn't be marrying you if we didn't, Winchester," she smiled before making her way to him. 

 "We've been tracking them for a long time," the man sighed as the Witch had a black cover placed on her head. He watched as one of the men dragged her off, "I'm worried about the repercussions to their spell. I mean, according to Sam, they were working on something that could be transdimensional." 

 "Then all the more reason to get back to headquarters and interrogate her," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. "Dean, everything will be fine. Vas a ver. We've been doing this for years, and we have almost eradicated this world of monsters." 

 "I know but," he said as he leaned into her touch, "what if they bring something over here to throw the balance off?" 

 "Then we will deal with it," she reassured him. "Together, as we've always done things, mi amor. (My love)" 

 The Witch smiled under the hood over her head. Everything was working according to the plan. It was all a matter of time for the other world to align and cast their spell. 

 Meanwhile, in the slick black restored ‘67 Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his fiancee. He couldn't help shake the pit he felt in his stomach. Following behind the black van, Dean pulled up into the garage of the compound. 

Before exiting the car, he turned to Amaya, "Are we sure this witch is going to talk?" he reached over, caressing her cheek. 

 Leaning into his touch, Amaya took in a slow deep breath, "We can only hope that she does. The only one who can really make her talk is you, Dean. Yo sé que no te gusta, pero, (I know you don't like it, but,) it's your specialty." 

 "Yeah," Dean rubbed his eyes, "I know. Mientras que me ayuda a proteger a mi Familia y el Mundo, (As long as it helps me protect my family and the world) I'll keep doing it." 

 "I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amor," she leaned over towards him and pressed her lips gingerly against his. "I will be in the other room, observing if you need back up." 

 "Amaya," Dean kissed her forehead, "you know I hate it when you watch." 

 "Don't get performance anxiety on me now, Winchester," she teased. "I mean, you look hot when you get all dom on them." 

 Dean let out a low growl before pulling her in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she moaned. Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs that she could find. Amaya shifted her position to press her body against his, her legs straddling him as they made out on the bench seat of his hunter car. The Impala was always good for making out after a hunt well done. Dean smirked against her lips as his hands found their way under her blouse; her soft skin sending a shiver down his spine. He loved touching her, kissing her, tasting her. The two lovers were engrossed in their feelings, too lost in their touches, they never noticed the person stalking towards their car. With a devilish smirk, they lifted their hand and slammed it on the roof of the Impala, making the lovers jump. 

 "That is very unprofessional of you two." 

 Sam Winchester smiled at the lovers as they both flipped him off. Letting them exit the car, he watched as his brother Dean adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair. 

 "Is the witch ready for interrogation?" he helped Amaya out after she fixed up her appearance. 

 "Yes," Sam said, still smiling, "she's in your favorite room." 

 "Good," Dean linked his arm with Amaya's, "I say, after I’m done, we head on over to Albert's and celebrate with a nice meal." 

 Dean led her towards the dungeon where the interrogation would take place. 

 "Sounds good, baby," Amaya kissed his cheek as she helped him remove his blazer before lifting the sleeves of his dress shirt, "give her hell." 

 "I always do, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink before entering the room and closing the door behind him. 

Back across the universe, to one where the Men of Letters is all but dead, Sam Winchester watched as his brother and Amaya began to signal to each other. The witches all gathered as, what looked like, the leader started chanting. 

 "Vocamus, antiqui potestates, audire nostrum dicere, sentire nostra potestate. Per tempus et spatium, sit animarum artem. Sicut anima est, luxatis sit pati in solatium, ut desiderium pro amore et carnem esse eius ruinam." (We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch. As the soul is displaced, let it suffer in solace as the longing for love and flesh be its downfall.) There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. All the while, the witches began throwing the ingredients into the cauldron. 

 "Sam, Now!" Dean bellowed as all three began shooting at the witches. Both Sam and Amaya found themselves back to back as they aimed at the ones running. Dean decided to make a beeline for the leader and had reached her when she gave him a devilish smile. 

 "It is done, my followers cast the spell, and there is nothing you can do," she cackled. 

 "What did you do?" he demanded as he aimed the gun at her as she smiled. 

 "You'll see," she teased and raised her hand and thrust it forward. She used her power to send Dean back, crashing against some empty crates. 

 His body crumbled to the ground while Sam and Amaya screamed his name. A shot rang out, and the Witch's body fell with a thud. 

 With a groan, Dean opened his eyes and sighed, "Did we get her?" 

 "Yeah," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up, "but you lost the bet." 

 "What?" Dean cried and looked at his brother with disbelief. "No, I didn't!" 

 "Yes, you did! I had my timer on, and you had two minutes left," Amaya boasted with a bright smile. "We'll talk later. You're bleeding, and we need to make sure you don't need stitches." 

 Dean hissed as Amaya brushed her fingers along the cut on his head; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest at her touch. Dean could see the concern in her eyes as she looked for any more wounds; he never wanted to see that look again. He wished he could protect her from all this: protect her from himself. He made a small note to push her away once he was all healed. But then, she did something that made him change his mind. It was subtle, but the way she cared for him, it made him rethink how he should keep his distance from her. 

 "Okay, Romeo," she murmured after cleaning up his wound. "You'll be flirting with barmaids in no time." 

 "I guess I'll have to learn the Macarena then, huh?" he sighed.  

 "I'll give you a few days to recover before I collect," she said as they made their way back outside and towards their vehicles. "I gotta jet," she used her thumb to point to her bike, "need to get some stuff done." 

 "You know," Dean cleared his throat, "you can-- you can come live with us-- in the Bunker," he rubbed the back of his neck. 

 "Did the witch curse you with something?" Amaya wondered and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, we're friends but--" 

 "Look, we have a friendly competition," Dean grumbled. "Besides, it makes it easier to collect on a debt when you're close by."  

 Amaya bit her lip as she looked from Dean to Sam. She always found an excuse not to stay with them in the Bunker, ever since Sam first suggested it. It was easy to reject the offer when Dean would argue that he and Sam could no longer call it a bachelor pad if she moved in. 

 "Come on, Amaya," Sam's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "It would be better than being out on your own, and you always have a bed to sleep in." 

 "I--" Amaya hesitated as she decided to find the ground fascinating. 

 "Either you're coming or not," Dean growled. "We don't have time to argue about this when we have to figure out what those witches did." 

 "Fine," she breathed. "But I swear Winchester," she walked up to him and poked him in his chest. "One wrong move, one smelly sock or underwear in my room. I catch you playing Peeping Tom, and I am out of there so fast after laying your ass out you won't know what hit you." 

 Dean raised his hands in the air as he used his finger to draw a cross over his heart, "Cross my heart. I will be on my best behavior." 

 "Yeah, yeah," she sighed, "I'll follow you on my bike." 

 Dean watched as she made her way towards the gleaming black motorcycle and waited for him to start driving. Dean couldn't help but glance now and then at the rearview mirror. He had to make sure the bike was still behind them.  He could never shake the feeling that something would happen to Amaya if she stayed near him for long. Even with their friendly banter, Dean had known her since they were kids. And when they started hooking up, much to Sam’s dismay, he couldn’t help but feel he had cursed her in some way. The last thing he needed was for Amaya to end up like every woman in his life, gone, broken, and/or dead. 

 "You know you could just actually tell her you like her," Sam sighed as he read through his book, using his phone as a flashlight. 

 Dean let out a scoff, "What? I don't like Amaya like that. She's -- she's just a very good hunter who I consider a friend and is nice to look at." 

 "Yeah," Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "you keep telling yourself that, Dean." 

 "I'm not kidding Sam," Dean denied, glancing at his brother. "You know how this story ends. Jo, Lisa… they both ended in tragedy, and one of those was an experienced hunter." 

 "Dean," Sam shook his head, "what if it's different? I mean, Amaya is not Jo. Jo lived a sheltered life away from actually hunting. Yeah, she knew about it, but she didn't become a hunter until she met us." 

 "Yeah. And I don't want Amaya to meet the same fate," Dean huffed. "It's better this way, Sam. We don't get happy endings." 

 "Dean," Sam rubbed his eyes, "I know you guys have gotten together more than once." 

 "I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made the turn towards the Bunker. 

 "You guys are not quiet," Sam pointed out. "You both are being stupid, and keeping each other at arm's length is only going to get messy. You guys think you're going to keep each other safe, but you aren't. And you are only going to hurt each other, or worse." 

 "What could be worse?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala into the garage just as Amaya's bike pulled in behind them. 

 "One of you gets seriously injured protecting the other," Sam breathed. "You know it's true, Dean. You guys are so alike and…" Sam looked back as he watched Amaya grabbing what little she had on her. "The last hunt, where she got hurt… can you imagine if we were with her?" 

 Dean stayed silent as he tried to imagine the scene. Sam was right, Amaya wouldn't have gotten injured. He was sure that he would have jumped in and taken the hit for her. Or at least taken out the monster without any casualties. But Dean shook the thought out of his head.  

 "All the more reason for me to keep my distance," Dean argued. 

 Sam let out a frustrated groan as his brother got out of the car. He looked over at Amaya just as Dean caught up with her and was glad that she decided to stay with them. He only hoped that it would be a good thing and they wouldn't hurt each other in the process. 

Amaya watched as Dean paced in front of the Witch. The Witch's body hung in the middle of the room, her arms above her head as she dangled like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The double-sided mirror was the only thing separating her from him. She walked over to the mirror and pressed the button, indicating that the microphone was on, Amaya needed to hear what was going on. If she listened in, there was a chance that she could help read between the lines. Witches, like demons, always found a way to lie. 

 "What does the spell do?" Dean asked as he walked by the weapons table. 

 Amaya watched as his fingers ghosted over the various knives and tongs. She could see his fingers linger over his favorite weapon. It was a double-edged Turkish knife that had a serrated edge on one side and a smooth blade on the other.

 "There is still one component left," the witch sneered. 

 Dean moved his way towards her, letting the blade drag along her exposed skin, the blood dripping down to the floor as the Witch laughed. 

 "You can torture me all you want son of man," she growled as she took in a deep breath before breaking the chains. 

 Amaya tried to rush towards the door, only to freeze in place as the room filled with the sound of evil laughter. 

 "Foolish mortals," the voice boomed. 

 The Witch was now floating a few feet above Dean. Her eyes were glowing lavender. 

 "Don't take this the wrong way," she floated towards him and grabbed his chin. "Your counterpart in a different world brought this upon himself. You're collateral damage." 

 Dean tried to move, but he found himself frozen in place. He took in a sharp breath as the Witch placed a finger on his forehead and whispered an incantation. He watched as a life that wasn't his flash before his eyes. He saw a different life than what he lived, watched as he saw pain and suffering and a life without Amaya. 

 "No," he growled, "you are not going to do this to me." He tried to break free but found that he couldn't, "Who are you?" 

 "Your worst nightmare," she boasted with a smile as she let out a shock wave of power. "It is nothing against you, well this version of you, Dean. This version of you is more mature. But, you decided to mess with the daughters of Hecate."

 Dean's eyes widened at the name. They were not dealing with ordinary witches any more; they now pissed off the goddess of witches. His gaze shifted to the double-sided mirror, hoping that Amaya was safe before hearing a small laugh. 

 "Your little slut is fine," she assured him and gave him a pat on his cheek. "But I'm going to give you a few days before I rip you from her. Enjoy your time." 

 Before Dean could ask what she meant, the dungeon shook, the lights flickered, and everything went black. After a few moments, Dean gasped as he shot up, hissing in pain as he reached up to touch his head, flinching when he felt the familiar sticky feeling of blood. Looking around, Dean coughed, the pain in his chest radiating. He took a closer look at the damage; the double-sided glass had shattered when Hecate escaped. The Bunker filled with red lighting as the alarm was ringing around him and he could make out the faint yells of the other hunters stationed there, all on high alert.  

 "Amaya," Dean breathed as he made his way to the window. 

 The room was in bad shape; the roof had caved in. The destruction of the dungeon kicked in Dean's protective mode as he tried to look around for any signs of Amaya. He ignored the searing pain that was pulsing through his body as he filtered through the debris. 

 "Amaya?" Dean called out as he began to move the rubble. "Sweetheart, Donde estas? Amaya responde por favor!!" he called out. 

 "Dean?!" Sam's voice called through the door. 

 "Sam?" Dean croaked. "Sam, I can't find Amaya." 

 "Just hold on," Sam said. 

 He could hear orders echoing in the hall as he continued to look for Amaya. 

 "Dean!" a female voice called out. 

 Dean froze at the sound of Amaya's voice. 

 "Amaya? Where are you, sweetheart?" he said as he looked around. 

 "Over here," Her voice was firm. "Maldita madre de la gran puta. Cuando encuentre esa bruja la voy a matar!" (Damn mother of the big whore. When I find that Witch, I will kill her!) 

 He smiled at her outburst and sighed when he could see movement coming from one of the corners of the room. Dean rushed over, forgetting the pain that radiated from his wounds. He moved the debris, thankful that it seemed to only cover her without crushing her, helping her up and carrying her over to where Sam and his men had cleared out a path. 

 "What the fuck happened?" Sam asked as he looked at the damage then his brother's wound. 

 "Hecate," Dean said and winced when he felt Amaya's fingers assessing the damage, “she made an appearance.”

 "How did we miss that?" Sam wondered as he looked at the damage in the dungeon room before turning to his brother. 

 "She was inside one of the witches," Dean sighed. "I guess they invoked her before we got there." 

 "How do we explain this?" Sam asked.  

 "As with any other hunt that can and will go wrong," a voice came from down the hall. 

 Walking towards them was Henry Winchester. His salt and pepper hair short and neat, his face clean of any facial hair. His green eyes surveyed the scene before landing on his grandsons. 

 "Grandpa Henry," Sam acknowledged as he stood at attention. 

 Dean took that moment to show respect to their grandfather. He mimicked his brother's stance; back straight, shoulders squared, hands at his sides. Both brothers observed as the Patriarch of the Winchester family assessed the damage. 

 “Boys,” he said and offered them a small smirk, “it seems the witches have decided to stir up trouble.” 

Amaya looked around the Bunker. She had only heard the stories from the boys themselves a few times. Looking around the garage, she took in all the classic cars. Amaya held in her excitement; she couldn't wait to get her hands greasy from looking through the engines. As Amaya took in more of the garage, she made a note to look at the bikes and make sure they were in top condition. Parking her bike in an empty spot, she grabbed her things from the saddlebag and waited for the boys to approach her.

 "So this is your man cave?" she asked and looked over at Dean.  

 Dean scoffed, "This is just the garage, sweetheart." He took her hand in his, ignoring the jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, "The man cave needs a… private tour," he gave her a wink. 

 Amaya gave a small smirk before pressing her body up against Dean, "Does that include a private show of your Macarena performance, Gringo?" her breath was right on his ear. 

 "Okay," Dean groaned as he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her away from him, "one, I still need to recover," he gave her a devilish smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with his, "B, if you want a private show," he caressed her cheek, "I'm in room eleven." 

 Amaya tilted her head at him, "Oh? Me vas enseñar algo privado?" she let her fingers dance on his chest. Two could play the flirting game. "It's okay," she pulled away from him, "I'm sure I've seen guys who are… bigger." (You going to show me something in private?)

 "If you want to see bigger, sweetheart," Dean reached for her again. "I'm not shy." 

 "I know you're not," Amaya shook her head while pushing at his face playfully. "But, slow your roll cowboy. I'm here as a roommate. I know in the past we've…"  

 "Danced the mattress mambo," Dean interjected. 

 "Yeah, among other things," Amaya smiled. "But, let's keep our hands to ourselves."

 Dean let her go as she pulled herself back and grabbed her duffle from the floor, watching as she made her way out of the garage and walked down the hallway leading to the main entryway. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed when she walked away from him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he decided to follow after her. Grabbing his bag, he traveled down the same path she did before seeing her in the middle of the hallway. 

 "Come on," he called to her, "this way." 

 Amaya followed Dean as he made his way to the kitchen. Upon entering, they both found Sam eating dinner. 

 "What took you two so long?" Sam asked as he took a bite of his salad. "It's been a good thirty minutes since we got here. Everything okay?" 

 "We're good, Sam," Amaya chuckled. "We were discussing where Dean was going to dance the Macarena." 

 Dean rolled his eyes as he put his bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His mind wandered to what he and Amaya did in the garage before turning back to his brother and friend. 

 "Why don't we show Amaya a room and let her get settled?" Dean grumbled and grabbed his bag before motioning for Amaya to follow. 

 "So my room is here," he announced and pointed to room eleven, "and Sam's room is right there," he pointed to room twenty-one. "So, you can have a pick of any of the other rooms that are empty." 

 "Looks like Twenty is empty, so I'll take that one," she said with a smile. 

Dean nodded as he looked at the room down the hall closer to Sam's. He had hoped that she had picked a room closer to him, but this was for the best. He wouldn't be as tempted to make his way to her room. He watched as Sam led her down the hall, and they disappeared around the corner. 

 Amaya looked around the room she had picked and smiled, she liked the feeling of finally having her own room. Amaya could decorate it how she wanted and listen to her music. All the while, she never noticed Dean. Never saw how he watched in silence as she settled in. Deep in his thoughts, he had to make sure he could stay away from her. But if they fell into bed again… well, he would figure it out and do what he always did.  

 Later that night, when the Bunker filled with soft snores, Dean found himself in front of Amaya's door. Opening the door to her room, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Amaya laid sleeping on her bed, blanket almost falling to the floor, her brown hair with purple streaks sprawled on the pillow, some of the strands on her face. 

Dean walked in and sighed. She looked beautiful and he had to make sure he could protect her. Taking the fallen comforter, he placed it over Amaya, tucking her in. His fingers grazed her skin as he put the stray hairs that were on her face behind her ear, smirking when she leaned into his touch. Dean could feel a pull in his heart. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss her soft skin. With a sigh, he pulled back and walked out of the room, giving one final look before closing the door, making sure it didn't make a sound. He had to keep his distance, but he knew he had to get her out of his system one more time.

Chapter 2 

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6x04 reaction post

HI I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE EPISODE and im SO EXCITED to see everyones posts because I've being avoiding social media since 8 pm EST,, that was the best episode of the season by far and im FREAKING OUT so enjoy all the thoughts I had while watching since I was able to do this when I didn't watch live as I usually do and also come scream in my inbox (under the cut bc its pretty long)

⁃ Diyoza is a #sav

⁃ This convo bt Russell and Simone hmmm we know where this is going 

⁃ MADI AND JORDAN ARE SO CUTE

⁃ Raven in a mechanic shop? This is an au fic

⁃ Everyone is so happy

⁃ “It will be like it never happened”..so if Clarke does it Josephine wouldn’t have her memories

⁃ But then Delilah wouldn’t remember Jordan 

⁃ Poor Madi

⁃ Bellamy and echo where did you come from 👀

⁃ Bellamy’s smirk at Jordan

⁃ Oof Clarke is really warming up to sanctum 

⁃ Bellamy follows Clarke what a good little night and e.cho is pissed

⁃ They’re all still in murder gear 

⁃ HUNGER GAMES AHAHAHA DLCIWJFKXI

⁃ Simone is 😡😡 angry

⁃ Repent renew rejoice rebirth

⁃ THE B.ECHO SHOT AND THEN THE CLARKE SHOT AS SHES TURNING AWAY FROM LOOKING AT THEM

⁃ Russell is so cute yay for men showing emotions!

⁃ Oh clarke you’ve hurt people but we love you anyways

⁃ OHHH THE PRINCESS MECHANIC FIGHT I WAS RIGHT I love when that happens

⁃ HONEY don’t apologize for Shaw you didn’t do shit and you were the only one who even tried to save him pls spare me this bs jroth

⁃ Don’t make Clarke feel bad for having impossible choices that’s so fucked up everyone puts responsibility on her and as she’s said MULTIPLE TIMES she. Didn’t. Ask. For. This.

⁃ WHOOP there it is: bringing Bellamy into the convo 

⁃ THAT IS NOT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CLARKE AND OCTAVIA ANS CLARKE DOESNT PRETEND

⁃ Awe Octavia is protecting Clarke that’s so nice

⁃ Errand boy is hot hot hotttt he should get with Octavia

⁃ Rose and Octavia is a duo I stand by

⁃ Xavier left that knife there on purpose

⁃ THE LANTERNS

⁃ Omg clarkes said “Leaving Bellamy in Polis” that’s her darkness of the past I’m not crying you are

⁃ And now they’re talking 

⁃ AND SHE CONFIRMED IT

⁃ Clarke stop was literally the cutest thing to come out of that boys mouth ever

⁃ The Talk™️ but not really because The Real Talk™️ will have to be alone

⁃ WE BEEN KNEW THE IM SO SORRY BELLAMY WAS FROM A DIFFERENT CLIP

⁃ you’re,. my. FAMILy TOO ANJCICIWKJDJS. AAAHHHHHHG

⁃ YOURE TOO IMPORTANT TO ME

⁃ this is going down as one of the most iconic scenes ever

⁃ I have to pause every two seconds to type I’m too excited and don’t want to miss anything

⁃ HES SO HAPPY

⁃ THE HUG

⁃ THE HUG

⁃ THE HUG

⁃ Bellamy stop beating yourself up

⁃ They’re standing SO CLOSE

⁃ Xavier’s smirk I knew he left it on purpose

⁃ Awe raven found her lil hub maybe she’ll find a way to take the giant stick out of her ass

⁃ OOO a boy maybe he’ll replace that stick for his

⁃ I’m so sorry about that idk what came over me

⁃ But yea they’re gonna bang 

⁃ He’s the prime from the pic raven was looking at

⁃ What’s their ship name ?? They both start with R .. Raver?

⁃ CLARKES A RAVER

⁃ AND SHES HERSELF

⁃ AT THE RAVE

⁃ oooo Bellamy’s gonna get jealous

⁃ that’s the wrong man clarkey 

⁃ We need a reaction shot

⁃ CLARKES SMILING SO MUCH

⁃ omg Bellamy’s watching clarke and doctor man

⁃ E.chos watching him watching clarke ANGST

⁃ Don’t lie bell we know why you’re upset

⁃ B.echo fight gimme

⁃ Also bell that wasn’t the last time you were at a party the last time was in Arkadia at the end of the world with your blue solo cup and the girl who looked suspiciously like your wife

⁃ Omg BELL CALLING E.CHO OUT FOR BEING A ROBOT

⁃ how would the e.cho you knew on the ring do that if no one was in trouble or dying ?? Unless bell was dying of sadness

⁃ Also weird thing to say right after clarke apologized to him showing that she does in fact care when people are in trouble or dying

⁃ FINALLY TALKING ABOUT MONTY AND HARPER (HARPER HARPER DONT FORGET HER)

⁃ Wow Bellamy that was a lot of sass

⁃ I kind of feel bad for e.cho

⁃ Octavia is SO GOOD in this episode

⁃ FEAR IS A MOTHERFUCKING DEMON love that callback

⁃ Oh good grab the stick

⁃ YAS DIYOZA

⁃ NICE STICK THATS WHAT I SAID AHHAH

⁃ omg I knew rose was gonna die now clarkes gonna become the host but I’m sad bc she was so cute and smol 

⁃ Octavia we know you’re gonna end up having sex with him

⁃ Diyoza is a cockblock

⁃ The ponytail is back YAS with braids this time

⁃ OOO I KNEW IT RYKERS A PRIME

⁃ I love being right

⁃ YES CLARKE ITS BEEN 132 YEARS GET THAT DICCCCCC

⁃ Clarke is so hot

⁃ And *invisible ink* horny

⁃ Delilah doesn’t want to forget that’s #sweet

⁃ Oo good job clarke he’s got abs

⁃ Banned by the primes hmm is this guy a spy 

⁃ HE IS THE SPY

⁃ POOR CLARKE THE FIRST GUY SHE HOOKS UP WITH WANTS HER DEAD

⁃ Clarke couldn’t release her sin of leaving Bellamy

⁃ Poor Jordan

⁃ OH YAY CLARKE IS BEING SAVED FOR ONCE even if it’s by randos 

⁃ That tear. Kill me.

⁃ I miss Bellamy come back to my screen bby

⁃ Also murphy Emori Abby Miller Jackson were just kinda kicked out of the episode lol

⁃ They’re gonna turn Clarke into Josephine at the end of this episode and the next or next few will be everyone else having to save her for once I think so it’s good that she and Bellamy talked a little bit before

⁃ I am all for e.cho showing emotion

⁃ I don’t like that everyone is drinking their problems away though

⁃ Oo they obva haven’t been together that long or e.cho would have told Bellamy the truth about her parents before this right

⁃ Ok the b.echo scene was cute but their physical interactions just look so awkward and I wasn’t a big fan of Tastas acting although it was better than usual

⁃ RUSSELL NO they’re not even giving her a choice

⁃ They bad bad

⁃ NO CLARKE

⁃ the flaaaaame destroy that stupid piece of shit already

⁃ How can Eliza Taylor show SO MUCH EMOTION while paralyzed

⁃ Queen of acting

⁃ They’re calling Clarke a vessel like she’s not a human being

⁃ OMG this is so good like bad for Clarke but plot wise SO good (even though we saw it coming) and when she was screaming I thought it was her getting clarkes pain but I guess it was just being reincarnated 

⁃ THE HAIR TWIRLING 

⁃ Yes you can work with that it’s Clarke motherfucking Griffin

⁃ that was the best episode of the season. scream with me in my inbox.

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GANGSTA INTRO

Min yoongi x Mafia!reader

warnings : violence, drug abuse, cussing 

genre: angst, fluff, romance, drama

word count: 1,624

character profile 

summary: Min yoongi aka Agust D an underground rapper on the come up , finds y/n outside of a club hurt and on the verge on passing out, little did he know saving her would turn his world upside down

AN: hey hey hey! this is my first bts x reader fic i’m kinda excited!!!, english is not my first language so please be nice with the critic! i had my friend matt proof read this so to make sure that i didn’t make any mistakes. this is going to be be multi chaptered, ill try to update once and if i can twice a week so i still have time to write one shots! also this one is more of an introduction but there is a teeny bit of yoongi x reader interaction at the end of this fic. hope you have fun reading this- sora 

@josh-the-smol-bean-dun wanted me to tag them when the chapter comes out so here it is dear!  

 Intro           chapter one 

Sighed y/n walked into the living room,  the evening sun illuminating her friends brown skin who was laying on the couch playing with her phone.

''Wheres your sis' y/n asked the short haired girl

.’'She has a game , supposedly shell be pitching for all nine innings.’’ came a lazy reply. One would think that for twins they would be similar which turned out it wasn't the case all. 

while rukiya had the same face as her sister imara they couldn't be more different Imara was the bubbly, popular one who loved sports and early mornings ,while her sister was more stoic, cynic, a homebody who loved to sleep and watch tv.

 Don't misunderstand rukiya was popular too but it was more that people were drawn to her because of her good looks and ''mysterious'' aura instead of her personality. ‘’By the way akiho sent me a message that said we should be at 9pm at sin city’’ said the girl.

 ‘’Well lets hope there wont be a brawl or she's going to lose her job’’ came a muffled reply from y/n as she was taking off her hoodie.

’’If that happens she's going to kill ya you know''

y/n laughed ‘’ill burn that bridge when i get to it.’’ 

‘’don't you mean cross the bridge when you get to it?’’ rukiya asked confused ‘’i like the sound of burning a bridge better, kinda dramatic don't you think?.’’ y/n said. 

 Rukiya rolled her eyes at that ‘’anyways hyun-jin cant come she has a date night with her girlfriend but if something comes up we can call her’’

 ‘’aight aight’’ said y/n and walked towards the kitchen. Today's mission wasn't really that big or important just a meeting with a low grade gangster who thought he was slick by running his business in the streets that was obviously y/n's territorial.  

As she arrived in the kitchen she immediately took out some vegetables, meat , noodles and started to cook. Thirty minutes later she took out two plates , placed them on the table and called rukiya to come to the table. The tall girl  plopped on the chair not bothered to sit upright and started to shovel in. ‘’your food really is the best’’

 y/n frowned ‘’stop talking with your mouth full you're going to-’’ rukiyas coughing interrupted her , sighed walked over and hit her on the back several times and sat back down ‘’from the way your scarfing down that food someone might think you haven't eaten for days’’ 

Rukiya looked at y/n ‘’you know damn well that akiho  cant cook and hyun-jin has a girlfriend who cooks for her the whole time’’ 

 Y/n raised one eyebrow ‘’and your point is?’’ she asked

 ‘’I'm trying to preserver just in case that day comes’’ rukiya shuddered , to be fair akihos cooking was disastrous how she always managed to mess up a simple recipe was a mystery to y/n 

‘’You do realize that i cook most of the times?’’ 

‘’exactly most of the time which means theres a time where you don’’ rukiya replied. ‘

’Gosh what would y'all do without me’’ she sighed , stood up and started to collect the dishes and walked into the kitchen

 ‘’we'd probably be dead’’ came rukiyas voice from the living room who was still sitting at the table

‘’anyways-’’ she continued ‘’ I'm going to take a shower start getting ready.’’ 

‘’Aight aight heard ya don't use all my shampoo tho its from lush and was expensive as fuck!!’’ Y/n replied as she was putting the dishes into the dishwasher. She walked back into the living room looking for any mess that needed to be cleaned up. The apartment was simple. The walls were painted white , there were a few decorations on the walls , mostly paintings that either y/n or praveena  hyun-jins girlfriend drew. 

Pictures frames were scattered everywhere around the apartment some with people  that were long gone or not involved in her life anymore some with her current friends . A red couch was to be seen on the left side of the living room with a tv and  a small zen table that had a vase full of sunflowers that were withered. 

‘’I need to throw them away-’’ y/n thought as she spotted them. ‘’Maybe ill go by the florist tomorrow when everything goes well tonight.’’ she continued.  She decided that shed throw them away another day as she simply didn't feel like doing it at the moment and walked out of the living room straight to her bedroom. 

Turned on the light, opened the wardrobe and took out a pair of black jeans and a black sweatshirt. ‘’too much black?’’ she asked herself and chuckled remembering how once akiho told her ‘’that you couldn't go wrong with black even if it means you're head to toe dressed in it.’’ She quickly got dressed, took a hairband and pulled her hair into a low ponytail.��Brooding over tonights plan she didn't notice the tall girl standing in her doorway 

‘’you kinda remind me of those ninjas or spies from the movies.’’ Y/n jumped

 ‘’Holy mother of fuck, can you stop doing that you're going to give me an heart attack’’ she wheezed her hand on her chest trying to calm herself down. Rukiya chuckled and revealed her pearl white teeth.

 ‘’ I'm called panther for a reason’’ 

‘’ok first stop that cuz you look creepy as fuck right now and secondly i gave you that name when i was drunk as hell but for some reason it stuck with you’’ 

‘’ah yes-’’ rukiya replied , her hand on her chin looking up as if that would help recollect the memories of said night. ‘’That was at the freshmen frat party wasn't it? didn't you-’’ 

‘’we don't talk about that night’’ y/n interrupted and grimaced ‘’just like how barton and Romanov don't talk about Budapest, which i still wanna know what happened  but i digress’’ she continued. 

‘’Anyways i'm ready lets hit the road i want to check out the fuckers before we officially meet’’ rukiya smirked and dangled the car keys. They both put on their shoes and walked out the door. Similar to y/n rukiya was wearing black pants with a dark purple hoodie with a black beanie on top. They arrived at the car , y/n sat into the passengers seat while rukiya walked around the car and sat into the drivers seat.

 ‘’Please for the love of god , just for once drive safely’’ y/n said. 

‘’The hell do you mean i always drive safely’’ rukiya replied while lifting an eyebrow 

‘’uhm no remember how you almost ran over that old lady at a crossroad? Or the time where you almost crashed into the car in front of us? god its like you're playing need for speed or something’’ y/n countered back. 

‘’Aight granny-’’ y/n playfully glared at her ‘’ at least let me pick out the music.’’ ‘’Yeh whatever we have the same music taste so sure go ahead.’’

The sun has already gone down, taking with her the bustling and business of people trying to get to their destination. The sky was painted dark blue, speckled with stars that could faintly be seen because of the city lights. the window rolled down as the summer wind blew into her face. Yn truly loved summer, the time where all types of people came out a night to gather and drink, talk have fun together and just live life. ‘’How ironic’’ she thought and scoffed bitterly. 

Here she was , on her way to something that could lead into a blood bath while people around her wont be knowing whats going on in the shady parts of Seoul. ‘’We've arrived’’ came Rukiya's voice pulling y/n out of her thoughts. 

She unclasped the seat belt , reached to the backseat and fished out a backpack. ‘’We cant take the whole backpack with us so you gotta hide the guns and knives on your body’’ said y/n.

 Rukiya nodded absentmindedly while storing a few pocket knives into her holster around her forearm.

 They got out of the car, locked it and started to walk towards the club. Already from a far you could see people lining up to get inside. ‘’Apparently theres this rap battle going on and a few famous underground rappers are here’’  Rukiya said and lifted her eyebrows looking excitedly at y/n  ‘’we’re here for work’’ she reminded the tall girl . ‘’Honestly i could give a rats ass about work’’  ‘’me too but if they continue to do this bullshit in our district what do you think will that say about our group?’’ Y/n countered. 

‘’Yeh yeh whatever you say boss.’’ 

They arrived at the front door of the club where a big buffy security guard was standing ‘’business again?’’ he asked, his voice being almost drown from the beat that could be heard till outside.

 ‘’As usual’’ y/n replied. He stood aside and opened the door, just as they were passing y/n saw a boy that had striking mint blue hair . 

He was leaning against the wall next to the security guard holding a cigarette , dressed in black skinny jeans a white shirt and gold chains.  As she met his eyes, that seemed to be darker than the night, she saw that he was smirking as if he knew what kind of effect he had on people. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe it! the nerve he had to be smirking at her like that. Unknowingly to her he continued to stare at her as her figure vanished as she stepped into the the club.

part two tba next week!  

[sadiiomane10]

Jurgen Klopp and his 20+ sons prt2

emre can aka the greatest human being ever born

model??? footballer??? both??? both is good

gets stick, comes thru w the best goal uve ever seen

invented good hair and looks

will fight you

one time he scored a overhead bicycle kick and its now been renamed TheEmreCAN

benzema tried it, he couldnt 

kloppo loves all his sons equally but he loves emre can more, its tru

loris karius aka prince charming

goalkeeper, model, he can do it all

social media hoe

wore socks w slippers one time, i disowned him

hes a good man, likes to sing and dance

one time he fell off an uberboard…….

was bleach blonde for a while

parties in ibiza like he owns ibiza 

dejan lovren aka he doesnt have a nickname the fuck (should be called the beeslayer cus ykno winkwink)

scored THAT goal v bvb,

will forever be a legend for it

is a big teddy bear  

a jokester, laughs alot

the only person to touch emres hair and not die - a miracle 

embarrasing dad to marko grujic

amazing dad to his real kids

nathaniel clyne, aka my underappreciated fave

U N D E R A P P R E C I A T E D 

underappreciated

underappreciated 

needs more love and appreciation

did the hip hop battle w studge, lost

appreciate hiiiiiimmmmmm!!!!!

will play every game, gets no love

simon mignolet aka saint simon

got stick, bossed goalkeeping and shut them up

angry bean

shot stopper

his defence lets him down, saves our damn ass

a pure 

opened a coffe shop in belgium; 

prolly to deal w the stress of his defence letting him down

hence the reason he needs free coffee all the time, i dont blame him

joel matip, aka he also doesnt have a nickname smh (it should will save lfc’s dumb ass even when they dont deserve it)

he was free, 

we got our best defender for free, its a dream

we’re so lucky to have him

made defending his bitch

he scored one time it was emotional

he got injured one other time, our whole team fell apart and conceded goals like they live for it

also a good man

shamal george aka smolkeeper

came on as a striker in preseason, it was so great

dont be fooled by his nickname hes so tollll, toller than kloppo

so in love w his gf, im jealous 

posted that ovie meme

got injured, i cried 

future best goalkeeper in the world, i dont make the rules its tru

ben woodburn aka woody

everyones fave child

made us all fall in love w him in preseason

made his debut and  then scored against leeds, everyone cried

mini stevie??? prolly 

kloppo will protect him to death, no media hounds are getting near him

trents best friend 

Trent Alexander-Arnold aka just trent aka utd are still prolly in his pocket

the other child we are all overly emotional over

started the utd game 

made utd his bitch

seriously he was so boss, it was unbelivable 

put that tounge away child

ben’s best friend, aka stuck to each other level of friendship

baby defender bossing defending, cries,

divock origi aka belgium babe

also scored v bvb

saved us alot in the 15/16 season then he got hurt 

scored a wonder goal v bournemoth

it was seriously so good, i cant even describe it 

did so much weight training he went up a shirt size-hulk is that you??? :DD

a child

danny ings, aka could be the best striker we’ve ever had if he didnt get hurt all the damn time 

the pic above is an accurate representation of his past two years 

got injured once, came back, got injured again

spends time w his dog and gf, 

social media hoe 2.0

scored v everton which makes him a tru red

never not injured

marko grujic aka my son

a tol smol; toller than kloppo

celebrated like stevie in preseason; made us all so freaking emotional

dejan’s embarrassed son

stays home listening to Chantaje

snapchats music all the time

lives in a fancy ass apartment but is forever in his car

alberto moreno aka spanish puppy

is a defender, is benched for a midfielder

grew a ponytail ditched it to go bleach blonde, 

member of the brazillian squad

also too young to have a child

i dont think anyone ever knows what he’s saying they just go w it

hyperactive child 

link to part 1 

[majoringinsarcasm]

Chapters 72-84

72~ •LETS FUCKING GO TO TOKYO BIIIIIIIITCH •Yaku-san: candidate for team cat mom •AND THE OWLS TOO?!?! •Ukai praising Takeda is why I live •Kags is eager to see Kenma against. •This chapter: proof that Karasuno/Nekoma is best ship •I. Love. Kiyoko. •Shit. Final exams. •I’m literally all four of them. Trying to run away from the issue while also hyper focusing on it and also not breathing •Daichi got me fucked up don’t look so attractive!

73~ •So the opening cover for this chapter is great •Tsukki is such a little shit I love him •Study buddies!!! •Oh my goooood Kiyoko is the best! •"Like there’s any point in knowing English when I’m Japanese"- Kageyama Tobio •TANAKAS HOUSE •Second year study session!! •S A E K O ! ! ! •KenHina texting !! •Takeda crying proud tears •G A S P •SHES HERE SHES HERE MY BABY GIRL MY LITTLE STAR MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER •Y A C H I H I T O K A

74~ •ALL ABOARD THE SS YAMAYACHI WOOWOO •Asahi plz •Protective Kiyoko!!!! •My little bisexual fem leaning daughter •Sup •Ok so the Hinata Yachi Kageyama trio gives me life •Also Kags making sure Hina copies down the work #bagels •Stray balls •HINA SAVED MY DAUGHTER •Ouginishi????

75~ •VILLAGER B •The Kiyoyachi is strong •More KenHina texting •Damn right they’ve changed the crows are kicking ass and taking names now •Hinata don’t undress in front of my daughter! •…Suga plz •Asahi’s headband! •ASANOYA IS REAL FUCK •Kiyoko is so beautiful I want to carry her books •I’m too emotional Kiyoko loves her boys so much plz help •"Did you get all gwaa?!“ •"I did!” •Kags was the moon. Asahi was a horse. Where is my theatre club AU •Yachi is so wonderful I love her. Making posters for a fundraisers ahhh

76~ •This chapter is “Creator”. Reminds me of robots •Look at Yachi’s cute teddy slippers!! •…. I am her mother now I will encourage her always •"What you need at the start is a bit of curiosity". Sounds gay •Ushiwaka!!!! He’s so cute!! •I can’t wait to meet Shiratorizawa •Gotta go fast!! •VILLAGER B CAN FIGHT TOO!! •So proud of her •Hinayachi •MY BABY BOY IS ON A POSTER •MY BABY GIRL GOT A JACKET •o h m y g o d •presenting one of Japan’s under 19 representatives…. Ushijima Wakatoshi •JAPAN!!

77~ •I love him immediately and 100% •Ushijima is my husband •Hinata as a puppy yes •THEY HAVE A HORSE RIDING CLUB?! •I’ll devote myself to you Ushiwaka! •…. don’t tell me my husband is infatuated with Oikawa too •Kags: “you want Oikawa-san to be devoted to you?” Ushiwaka: “….” *talks about farming* •don’t shit talk about my adopted sons! •Hinata, the sunflower in the concrete •Fergie’s “oh shit!” •oh my god Ushi’s calves are insane •fucking hit me with that KageHina •SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT EXAMS

78~ •OH NOOOOOOOO MY BOYS •Yamamoto chill your bean •Protective Kiyoko! •oh my god Kuroo looks so good stop •Tanaka as best senpai #confirmed •S A E K O •I want her to crush me with her boots •*whispers* owl man •that distant kenhina •*whispers* its leg •a sleepy Kags •I really really hope we see the small giant eventually •*kicks open door* sup bitches your day just got better

79~ •Tardy failing grade duo •ITS LEV YALL •… it’s pronounced what?? •ok so more first year friendships this is good •leaf is so tall I like him •baby hina don’t hurt your head showing off •leaf don’t do this to me you’re too young fam •I ship Hinata/Lev now •OLD CAT MAN COACH YAY •I’m all sweaty now after reading this

80~ •Ahhh my favorite ship Nekoma/Karasuno •He jump! •It’s blocked! •Shipping LevHina so hard rn •god my cat son is so smart •Ukai-San you’re so good an awesome coach •That little glance Kags gave Hinata •I can’t believe Asahi killed my son •bad Hinata stealing is wrong! •he wants to stop closing his eyes •I’ve heard tales about this part •not ready

81~ •"Room to grow" more like room to sob •Kags has problems with change •#same •second hand stress is awful holy shit •Takeda is best waifu •ITS FUKURODANI YESSSSSSSSS •HEY HEY HEEEEY BITCH •Hinata wants to fight on his own •Kags does not •I am stressed •Hinata is a fucking magical boy he can slow time in the air •Champions of the skies has a nice ring to it

82~ •Eyyyyyy it’s Narita! •oh my god Karasuno/Nekoma is so REAL •so is Hinata/Lev shit!!! •Toss him the ball Kageyama •lil yachi helping the boys so pure •oh shit it’s happening •not ready •(but personal growth is important too so Hinata is doing the right thing but fighting still isn’t fun) •…. Kageyama did not just say that •Tanaka to the rescue thank god •I am hurt. •wounded. •in pain. •They were partners. •Don’t smoke Ukai-san you’ll get gross •The lil tykes volleyball classroom. Is that where Kags went as a smol berry? •OH FUCK ITS OIKAWA •OH SHIT ITS OLD MAN UKAI

83~ •I already love sassy grandpa •I HEARD UKAI SENIOR WAS RIPPED THAT HE HAD A SIX PACK •I LOVE grandUkai •Awww Oikawa has a lil nephew •and apparently takes Monday’s off •Kags needs to work on his people skills, but when it comes to Oikawa yelling and looking weird was probably for the best •Oh my god we get it Tooru you’re in love with Kags •lil nephew dropping hints that Oikawa is single •…. I love Oikawa Tooru and he thinly veiled emotions •Ohhh these tiny kids are so cute! •and they think Hinata is in middle school lol •so much knowledge to be gained from grandUkai •I can’t even take notes I’m so invested in the story •vroom vroom bitch •Ukai-san chill your freaking beans sir you’re scaring the berry

84~ •oh my god my boys are Pokémon that need to evolve •can grandUkai adopt me? I want his words of wisdom always •so learning about a new style of quick. This is so cool •"Your punch was super effective" IT REALLY IS POKÉMON •awww Tanaka called her Yacchan •Team B!!? •FUCK •ITS •MY •WIFE •MICHIMIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA •Asahiiiiiii trying to practice serving •Noya is tossing???!!! •Asahi called Noya perfect its canon •Yachi helping Kags ahhhhh •Everyone is working so hard god I love them •I’m so emotional! •Kiyoko’s cute lil ponytail •TRAINING CAAAAAAAAAAAMP

[a-wolf-among-men]

//Just a smol drabble about my modern son cuz the urge to write about him his stronggg

The basement was pitch black most of the time or at least the girl assumed it was the basement. Silent aside from the rattling of chains every time the girl moved, but this time there was other voices muffled and barely audible. She scrambled desperately towards the door crying out and begging. She eventually lost her voice before collapsing down in sobs and then the door opened the light burned her eyes as she coward away from those horrible blue gaze that burned right through her small form. “Pitiful.” the man mumbled as he kneelt down brushing the hair away from her bruised cheek with a gentle hand, “You cower from the person you said you loved.”

His fingers entangled themselves in her long red hair pulling her head back to look at those hollow eyes, “You know I care about you. Your so pretty and have a wonderful personality, that’s why you’re here. I’m saving you from the harshness of the world and yet you sit here being an ungrateful little bitch.”  He stood up, fist still entangled in her hair, and closed the door before turning on the light as he dragged her to the pole she was chained to, “You could live upstairs, but no you had to be a cunt and try to escape.” the girl struggled clearly terrified of him her hoarse screams echoed in the small room.

He violently threw her to the ground, “Shut up! How many times do I have to fucking tell you no one will hear you down here. God you’re so annoying.” He handcuffed her to the pole and left the room only to return with his wide arrangement of knives and a few medical needles. He roughly grabbed the frail girls arm as he tied a tourniquet around her upper arm as he held one of the needles between his teeth, “Stay still.” he mumbled as she struggled before eventually tiring out, “Good girl.” he cooed as he looked for a vein, once he found one, he pressed the needle through her skin and injected the contents.

“I have company over, so you’re going to have to be sedated in the meantime.” He purred  as he pressed his lips to her cheek, “I’ll be back hopefully within an hour little lamb.” he released the tourniquet as she slowly started fading in and out of consciousness a she watched her captor leave. The man who posed as her lover for so long, Thresh, was that even his real name? The thought didn’t have time to breath before she was claimed by the inky blackness. When she awoke his hollow eyes stared down at her disapprovingly, “Oh someone’s finally awake.” his hands were behind his head  gently pulling his white hair back into a ponytail.

He paced over to the other side of the room, “You still are going to be punished for being so loud earlier, but it seems as if you’ve calmed down a bit after the horse tranquilizer.” he mumbled offhandedly as he grabbed one of his carving knives from the table attached to the wall. Not even noticing how she had broken her hands to get out of the cuffs that held her there, when he approached her with the knife, she threw herself onto it seeing it as her only way out of this place. His eyes widened with shock that soon turned into anger as he pushed her shuddering body off. He violently carved at her skin until she was almost unrecognizable as he calmed himself down, “Damn. There goes another one.” he mumbled making his way back upstairs to get supplies to dispose of the body.