and whether they get rid of them or stash them away

Love is For Children (1/2)

Summary: You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3266
Warnings: None
A/N: Alrighty so I decided to split this in two parts cause damn, I’m such a wordy mess!! I hope you like it, let me know! Posting the second half tomorrowlol

Originally posted by snowfox934

Originally posted by spiderliliez

“How the hell does she keep getting away?!” Tony shouted at no one in particular as he paced the floor. He didn’t like getting bested by anyone but he really didn’t like that the whole team had their asses handed to them.

“She’s a professional, Tony,” Steve said, putting two more ice packs on his knees and wincing slightly as he adjusted them.

Tony stopped walking and looked bewildered at the blonde man. “Yeah? And what the hell are we? We’ve only saved the planet a handful of times but we can’t take down some nimble little assassin?!” His angry words echoed throughout the cavernous lounge of the Avengers compound.

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SNS Headcanons: Pouting

It’s like actually completely canon that Naruto pouts all the time.

1) With a thinner upper lip and a more plump lower lip, Naruto has an almost natural pout, a cause of significant distress for Sasuke. And then when he actually uses those lips to pout (and does the puppy-dog eyes with it) sasuke just can’t win. Like, saying no is not an option anymore.


2) Naruto has a thing for frogs. Whatever cute flog item he sees, there’s this subconscious desire to own it, whether that be plushies or pillows or just about anything with froggie prints. So every time they go to festivals, carnivals, or amusement parks Naruto ends up spotting something he wants at one of the game stalls ( usually it’s a giant fluffy spotted toad plushie, and nardo has about 6 of them already but he needs that one too). 

Trouble is, Naruto sucks at the games at the stalls. He tries and fails ( multiple times) and starts whining about how they’re obviously a scam. Sasuke ignores him until Naruto clings to his arm and pouts extra adorably, big blue eyes shining in full puppy dog mode. It works every time, and Sasuke wins the games in his first try. Naruto gets his stuffed toad to add to his collection, and Sasuke gets to make out with his cute boyfriend underneath the festival fireworks.  


3) Naruto pouts when Sasuke tells him to go to sleep after the 10th round. Sasuke’s swimming in their combined sweat, halfway to dreamland. He can barely feel his limbs, but he sighs and says “fine, but you have to ride me.” ( and they both know how much nardo loves ridding). Sasuke doesn’t get any sleep until almost 4 in the morning. 


4) Sasuke is actually a morning person. He’s always been a diligent person, even as a child, waking up early to start the day early and start training early. Wasting time lounging around isn’t his thing. So around 6:30 he untangles himself from Naruto and starts his day. He takes a shower, put on the day’s clothes, does his morning stretches, makes breakfast, and goes to wake up Naruto at around 8.

Almost every single time, Naruto looks up at him with dazed, sleepy eyes and pouts, pulling on Sasuke’s arm in order to get him back into bed. So Sasuke sighs and falls once again into the mattress, entangling himself with his sleepy warm lover for at least 20 more minutes. Maybe they’re wasting time, but not really because Sasuke’s learned that holding the person you love can never be considered wasting time. 


5) Did I mention how distracting Naruto’s pouting can be? Sasuke will be livid, yelling about how their apartment is literally never clean and “how is there a juice stain already on the new sofa”? He’ll be fuming and lecturing, ignoring Naruto’s attempts at defending himself, when his eyes stops on Naruto’s face, the pink bottom lip protruding, eyebrows slightly furrowed in an apology and Sasuke pins him down to the sofa so fast, his lips biting onto Naruto’s. In between trying to catch his breath Sasuke forgets about the mess and the sofa stain.


6) Sometimes the pout is painful. Sometimes it finds its way to Naruto’s face when Sasuke is, inevitably, surrounded by admirers. He’s not jealous. That’d be silly, but that weird feeling twisting in his gut when he sees the amount beautiful ladies ( and handsome men) that flirt with Sasuke is a little annoying. He shouldn’t even be annoyed. He should be used to it by now, but sometimes he can’t help it. He doesn’t even realize that the pout is there, and he doesn’t know that Sasuke sees it ( but Sasuke’s always aware of Naruto) until he pulls Naruto beside him, snaking an arm around his waist, and saying “have you met my fiance, Naruto? He’s actually going to be the future Hokage.” 


7) Naruto pouts real hard when Sasuke raids his secret ramen stash and starts throwing away every last cup of noodle. “You’re not about to die earlier than me with a fucking heart attack!”

The pouting doesn’t cease and Sasuke sighs. “Fine, but we’re not having this nasty cup ramen. I’m making some and putting in plenty of vegetables.” So not only does Naruto get ramen, he gets Sasuke’s home cooked ramen.


8) One of the most tempting pouts is when Naruto’s on edge. Sasuke would stroke him lightly, play with his hardened nipples, finger him slowly, leave love bites all over his skin, drive Naruto crazy with pleasure and in desperate need of release. Every time Naruto looks like he’s going to orgasm, Sasuke slows down or stops touching him altogether, which is maddening for Naruto. He’s flushed dark pink all over, quivering with pent up desire, eyes dark with so much want as Sasuke smirks down at him mercilessly. “Bastard,” Naruto gasps out. He reaches out to bring Sasuke closer and pouts his lips, “please, fuck me.” That wipes the smirk off of Sasuke’s stupidly pretty face, and it’s not long before they’re both climaxing. Sasuke can be mean, but Naruto always wins. 


9) Naruto also has a thing for plants. He loves planting all sorts of things, fruits, flowers, vegetables. When they buy a house, Naruto makes sure there’s plenty of space for his gardening. He loves his plants, and it hurts when one of them dies. Honestly, with how much love and care his puts into growing them, to him it’s almost like losing a pet, and he sulks for days.

Sasuke sees him pouting and mumbling to himself, “maybe I over watered it. Maybe I didn’t water it enough? Maybe I should’ve planted it in a more shaded area? Or did it not have enough sun?” Sasuke sighs and says some plants just don’t survive no matter how careful Naruto is. Though, this doesn’t end the pouting. 

Whenever Sasuke goes on solo missions, he’s always low key on the look out for any interesting new plants, an especially pretty flower or a unique fruit, something to surprise Naruto with to add to his garden. Whenever one of Naruto’s plants die, Sasuke looks extra hard for something new to bring home. He always says he just happened to come across it and thought it looked cool, but Naruto knows better. Whatever, the smile that replaces Naruto’s sad pout is worth it. 

Basically Naruto pouts alot and Sasuke’s whipped. ( Also dont get me started on all three of their children inheriting naruto’s pouting abilities. Sasuke is a dead man) 

Auston Matthews #3 - It Takes Two

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

A/N- Hey everybody! sorry for the mini hiatus: i was competing at a regatta this weekend so I didn’t have any wifi but I’m back! This also means that I spent a really long time on a bus so I got some good writing done. I want to post two more today but we will see how my homework goes… Kisses!

for the anon request: Can you do an imagine with Auston where you have a pregnancy scare but when you find out you’re really not pregnant Auston starts to talk about your future together? I love your writing btw💗

(love you boo!)

_X_

“God damn it” you muttered to yourself. Never in your life did you think that you would resent going to the bathroom and not seeing that you had started your period. Every other girl in the world dreads the moment when they go the bathroom and see that their time of the month has come but currently you were three weeks late for yours and starting to panic a little bit. 

You had been dating Auston Matthews for just over a year, which isn’t an insignificant amount of time, but having a kid together at this stage, hell no. You hadn’t even talked about kids yet, and you had just made plans to move in together at the end of this month when the lease on your current place is up. Not to mention that Auston is a young professional athlete who definitely wants to enjoy his youth instead of have to all of the sudden be responsible for a child. You splashed your face to try and pull yourself together and had to stifle a laugh at the thought that Auston and Nikita Zaitsev could form their very own “kids with kids” club on the Leafs. 

Okay no, you thought to yourself, it’s time to be an adult and just go buy a pregnancy test and deal with the result. You sighed once more and stepped out of the bathroom to be confronted by the one-and-only with his nose in your fridge, obviously raiding it for something to eat. 

“Aus, what are doing here? You really need to learn how to go grocery shopping like an adult.” you rolled your eyes. 

He looked back at you with a sheepish smile on his face, “But its so much easier to just come over here. Plus, it gives me an excuse to see my beautiful girl.” he walked towards you and wrapped you up in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You bit your lip and worried it between your teeth, debating about whether or not you should tell Aus about your concern or don’t bother him with it until you know the results. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked with a quizzical look on his face.

“Oh, nothing. Just, I don’t know.. nothing you need to worry about.” God, you were such a bad liar. 

He simply raised his eyebrow at you suspiciously, but decided not to press you any further on that subject. “Do you want to go out for lunch? Maybe to that burger place you love around the corner?”

You sighed, “Sorry Aus, I’d love to but I have to run a really important errand.” At least that was half-true. But the real motivation was the fact that not even your favourite meal in the world could appease the sick feeling of dread you had in your stomach right now. 

Your refusal must have really clued Auston in that something must not be right because he asked you with concern laced all over his features, “Are you sure you are okay? You never say no to burgers.”

“Yeah I’m fine I just really have to get some stuff done.” you said and went to grab your keys, “Come on, I’ll drop you off at Mitch’s and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” you said as you pushed him out of your apartment with you. 

“(Y/N), you are making me really worried. Why are you trying to get rid of me? You aren’t cheating on me are you?” he asked desperately as if he just realized that could happen. 

“What?  No! Auston, no I am not cheating on you. I just have to go to the store to get some important stuff that I can’t tell you about right now but I promise I will later.” 

Auston still didn’t seem convinced but he walked with you down to your car but didn’t get in. “I’m just going to go back to my place then.” he explained when you looked at him expectantly. You watched as he walked away from your car, shoulders hunched, face turned towards the ground with an expression of half-confusion, half-hurt on his face and you wanted to punch yourself for making him feel this way instead of just being honest with him. Whatever, you thought, let’s just get this over with. 

_X_

You are not a very religious person, but in this moment, you found yourself praying to any and all higher powers out there to make you not pregnant. You had bought three different brands of pregnancy tests and used all of them before setting a timer and waiting for the results. To take your mind off of it, you started to get dinner ready but you couldn’t focus on anything except for the anxiety and anticipation building in your stomach. After what felt like an eternity, the alarm on your phone went off and you sprinted into the bathroom. You checked the first one and your shoulders loosened when you saw the negative sign. Though, you could hear the warning voice of your high school health teacher in the back of your head saying “there is no such thing as a false positive but there can be a false negative” so you quickly checked the rest of the tests. When they all came back negative you almost jumped for joy. You put them in the garbage and went back to making dinner, now that the stress relieved, your appetite had grown exponentially and you hadn’t eaten anything all day. As you were in the middle of frying up some pierogis that you had stashed away for when you needed a pick-me up meal your front door burst open. Auston ran through your door and visibly exhaled and relaxed when he saw you cooking in the kitchen. 

“Auston, again, what are you doing?” you asked, this time a smile coming to your face. 

“Why are you doing this to me (Y/N)? You blew me off this morning and you were clearly nervous and acting suspicious about something and instead of trusting me and opening up about it you just shoved me away to go stew by myself. All day I have been coming up with worst-case scenarios in my head and I think I deserve an answer.”

“Oh honey, no. It’s okay, everything is fine now. I’m sorry I pushed you away this morning.” you went to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, and knowing that he couldn’t resist both you and cheesey pierogi goodness, you asked, “Stay with me for dinner?” 

He wrapped his arms around you slightly hesitantly but then relaxed into it and placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I’ll stay.” 

“Good.” you smiled and grabbed his hand to lead him into your kitchen. You grabbed him a glass of water and placed a wooden spoon in his hand, “Here, you keep stirring the onions and bacon so that they caramelize. I’ll whip up a salad too but I need to run to the bathroom first.” you leaned up and kissed his cheek before going off to your bathroom. 

“Thank god, finally!” you sighed when you saw that finally, your period had come. Confirmed no pregnancy! You cleaned yourself up and practically skipped back into the kitchen. 

_X_

You and Auston had made up quickly, and several hours later you were curled up on the couch together watching movies. Auston was running his hands absent-mindedly up and down your back. The movie ended and Auston excused himself to the bathroom when you went to go re-fill the popcorn bowl. When he returned, he had a happy grin on his face and wrapped his arms around your back and nuzzled into your neck as you were fussing over the popcorn. 

“You know what?” he asked into your neck 

“What’s that?”

“I was thinking about what I want to name my kids. If it was a boy, Mateo, and if it was a girl, Emma.” he said thoughtfully

“Hmm. Those are cute but, Mateo Matthews sounds kind of weird,” you laughed, “I always wanted to name my boy Hunter and I completely agree on Emma. It’s a good reference to your mom.”

“And I would definitely put them on skates as soon as they could walk,” he said decisively 

That one made you laugh “What’s with you suddenly thinking of baby names and stuff? One of the guys on the team expecting?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” he all but giggled with glee into where his face was pressed into you, peppering soft kisses up and down your back.

You quickly spun around, “Hold on, what?”

He let go of you quickly, “I, um, saw the tests in the garbage in the bathroom.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him in confusion until realization hit you, “Oh! No! Honey, I’m not pregnant.” 

Auston’s smile didn’t exactly falter but he did your your hands in yours, “But… you had those tests?”

“Yes, sweetie, I took them before you came and they were negative. I took them because my period was three weeks late but I ended up getting it tonight.” 

“Oh…..” he visibly exhaled and pulled you into a hug. 

“That’s why I was so nervous this morning,” you explained, pressed into his chest, “I immediately went to worst-case scenario and I didn’t want to tell you because I wasn’t sure how you were going to react. I thought that you were going to leave me and blame me for ruining your life and that I was going to be a single mom who has a kid who’s father hates him. And at best I thought that you would stick around but start to resent me for ruining your life-.” 

“-Shhh… (Y/N) stop” Auston cut you off when you started edging towards hysterical, “No (Y/N) no. I love you so much I would never do any of that. Sure, I don’t think we should be trying for a baby right now because I can barely even take care of myself right now, much less another, tiny completely dependent human being but I would never walk out on you. The first day I met you I knew that you were it for me. You are the one I want to raise a family with.”

Yup, there go the tears. You sniffled a bit and squeezed Auston tightly and he swayed you back and forth for a bit

“Besides, the blaming thing is absurd because, last time I checked, it takes two to make a baby.” he said with a hint of a tease and suggestion in his voice. 

“That it does Aus, that it does.” you laughed into his shirt.


_X_

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Reunion

Title: ‘Reunion’
TV Show: The 100
Rating: General
Summary: Marcus makes it back inside the bunker, but runs into a problem he didn’t expect. Totally baseless next episode fic that will doubtless be completely discounted by tomorrow :)

(I wrote this at work because it was a long day today and I guess this was at the top of my mind)

Marcus finds Abby pretty much where he expects, in the bunker’s version of Medical, deep in the lower levels.

She’s moving crates when he walks quietly through the door – medical supplies, he assumes, though whether from the bunker itself or whatever is left of their meagre stash scavenged from Mount Weather he can’t tell. They have years to set up in this place, but it’s typical of Abby that she would start right away, throw herself into her work without a second thought.

She looks tired.

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To Love is to Forgive- Part Eight (Chuck x reader)

Summary: You spent a year with Chuck when you thought Sam was in hell, and you fell in love. You were messed up pretty bad when he went missing, so it makes sense you’d be mad when he reappeared, right?

Word Count: 2,727

Warnings: The second half of this fic is just pure smut, so there’s that. Also a bit of grace!kink because that’s what I’m living for

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven

Okay so for the purposes of this fic, the BMoL didn’t break in and kidnap Sam straight away. And (later on) your thoughts are in italics as they always have been, and just to make things clearer, Chuck’s have been made bold. And so this is the last chapter! I hope you enjoy it.

Your brothers found you curled up on your bed, exhaustion and hours of crying having resulted in a deep sleep. Dean shook you awake, despite Sam’s insistence that they leave you sleeping, and as soon as your eyes landed on him you flung your arms around his neck.

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Temporary Bliss (Part 3)

Sorry for the long wait on this guys! School started up again last week so I’ve been busy with all the work my teachers piled up on us. I also made Allstate for concert band this year so that got me pretty busy as well. On the bright side this chapter is twice as long as the others since I wanted to make it up. I’m getting started on the next chapter soon so don’t worry it will be finished in good time. Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7


Day two.

“Alright Alya, I understand the plan.” Marinette reassures her friend as she finishes getting her bag ready for school.

“You better not flake out on me girl.” Alya’s voice rings out through her phone’s speakers. “Remember we only have so long until that little bite of yours goes away, we need to make good use of our time.”

“I know, I know.” Marinette sighs. “I’ll meet you at school alright, I can do this.”

“Alright, see you there.” A click is made on the other side and Marinette lets out a long sigh as she puts down the phone.

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Shattered by My Obsession (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Okay, so this is my first actual fan-fiction that I am partially proud of! And I really attempted to make some cool cover photo or whatever for this, but I completely failed and I am not proud of it at all. So if someone who is amazing with Photoshop or Gimp (a free software like Photoshop, just in case some of you have no freaking clue, because I didn’t until I looked it up), something like that, could make me a pretty cool or decent or even extraordinarily awesome, I would love you forever. I would even do something for you. (I don’t honestly know what that something would be yet, but I can tell you it won’t be anything fancy).

And I know this first chapter is coming up out of the blue, but I want to get it posted and out there, because let’s face it, the first chapter is hardly significant. So I’ll let you guys have the first chapter, (which is kind of short and not very eventful) and then I’ll try and post a new chapter every Friday at around eight o'clock Central Time, depending on how my schedule is and how much (positive) feedback I actually receive from this.

Alrighty, I love ya’ll and uh, happy reading! ;)

~Jess <3 :D

P.S.~ There is a tiny bit of smut at the beginning of the chapter. Just letting you guys know. Okay. Bye.

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“Oh Roslyn,” I pant, digging my fingers as deep as I can into her hips. She whimpers, yelping in pleasure as I rock my hips at a slow pace. “Roslyn, baby…”

“Harry,” she breathes quietly into my ear. Her silky, seductive voice is like velvet snaking out from her soft lips. I glance down at her, my eyes hooded as I watch her body arch in pleasure. She looked so beautiful, glistening in sweat from our late night (or should I say early morning) activities. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her walls clenching around me as she nears her high. “God, don’t stop!” She cries out, burying her fingernails deeper into my back.

My pace quickens, my mouth forming a full on ‘o’ shape as I climax, releasing right as she does.

My eyes flutter open at a rapid pace, my sweatpants now coated in come. I groan at the thought of yet another wet dream caused by her. This is sick, too sick. Me having fantasies about my student? It’s absurd. Ridiculous. Unfathomable. Disgusting, even.

I let out a heavy sigh and slowly sit up. My fingers fumble around the side table in search of my phone to check the time. As soon as I press the home button I’m blinded, my eyes shutting and squinting to even see the clock. Six twenty-three. I set it back down, quickly rise to my feet, and make my way to the bathroom.

My large hands pat around the wall and flicker on the lights. I catch a glimpse at my messy curls and disgustingly worn out appearance as I make my way over to the shower. The water begins to warm up as I rid of my semen coated Manchester University sweats and toss them into the hamper. Just another pair of pants coated in my excitement, I remind myself.

The water is nice and hot as I enter the shower. I let it cascade over me, soaking in its warmth as I give myself time to think. She crosses my mind instantly. No matter where I turn she’s there, whether we’re in the halls or I’m just thinking, dreaming about what life would be like with her in it. I begin to wash myself up, shampooing and conditioning my hair as well as scrubbing my body clean of my both intentional (and unintentional) actions.

After my nice and comforting shower, I quickly dry my curly locks and make my way to the closet. I pull out a nice pair of black skinny jeans, boots, and an “almost” new baby blue button up shirt and get dressed for the day. My feet pad down the small flight of stairs and into the kitchen to make me a bowl of cereal that I down rather quickly. I finish my rather boring routine with brushing my teeth and grabbing my briefcase before heading out the door and climbing into my Range Rover.

The car ride to the school is short, considering my flat complex only a few blocks away from it. It cuts back on my thinking time, but it also gets me there right when I need to be. As I pull into the parking lot, I notice her run down, used 1999 Chrysler is already sitting there among the very few cars. I smile to myself and grab my things. She could be here in hopes to see me about her last quiz score over Romeo and Juliet.

I quickly scramble into the school and down the halls. I see her standing at her locker, munching on some food that she’s got stashed in her locker. She seems pretty content, eating and scrolling through her social media. Suddenly she looks up at me, her grey eyes piercing into my emerald ones. “Good morning, Mr. Styles,” she says, a wide smile growing on her face.

“Miss Watkins,” I murmur while giving her a small nod. “Did you want to come in and see about your quiz?”

“Oh! Yes, if you have the time.” She quickly shoves things into both her mouth and her locker, then quickly slams the door shut. I let out a soft chuckle and make my way over to my door and unlock it.

“Of course. You know I always have time for one of my brightest students.” I hold the door open for her and she blushes, but swiftly hides it as she makes her way into my room. My wandering eyes scan her body, stopping once they get to her beautiful ass. She’s not a skinny girl by any means, curves out the wazoo and even a bit of a stomach, and her chest. God is it lovely. She displays them perfectly, showing off just a bit of cleavage to drive any man to insanity. I shut the door, still watching her hips sway back and forth as she walks over to my desk. I clear my throat, trying to rid of the dirty thoughts and make my way over to her. I rest my briefcase on the top of my desk and dig around through the stack of papers next to my computer.

“Mr. Styles?” My head quickly turns in her direction, watching her small figure lean against the desk closest to mine.

“Yes?” I go back to rummaging through the papers piled and scattered all over the place, frantically searching for her most recent quiz.

“Would you um…maybe have a few minutes after last hour for me? I need to interview one of my “favorite” teachers for my Journalism class. To be quite honest I think favoritism towards others, whether it be students or teachers, is quite ridiculous, so I decided to go with the teacher that teaches my favorite subject.” I chuckle and grab the sheet with her name on it. I hand it to her, then sit down in my chair.

“So choosing a favorite subject is the way to go, eh?” I stare at her intently, watching her every move as she scans the questions, finding that she did nothing wrong. She hands it back to me and gives me a warm, yet humorous smile. “See? I told you it’s nothing to worry about. You’re figuring everything out perfectly fine.” She blushes, and right now I want nothing more than to pull her close, to have her straddle my lap and kiss her with all the passion in my body. But I refrain from that thought and just go back to messing around with papers, trying to organize myself up as much as I can to distract myself from my naughty thoughts.

“Favoritism towards what you love to do has nothing to do with favoritism towards other people. I have a passion for English.” Yeah, and I have a passion for fucking you, but that’s beside the point. “Therefore, I love it. I can’t choose my favorite teacher. You all are doing me a favor by helping me out with what I need in order to accomplish goals and make it through college so I can have my dream career.” She gives me a warm smile, and I give her one back. Hearing all of that come out of her mouth makes my heart race, and makes me fall for her even more.

“You can’t lie to me, though. We all know Mrs. Coleman is terrible when it comes to lesson plans for Geometry.” My comment made her wide smile turn into a full blown laugh, and all she can do right now is clutch her stomach and roar in laughter. My smile grows larger, chuckles coming from me as I gain amusement from watching her. “But yes. I would love it if you would pay me a visit and pester me with your interrogating questions.”

“Interrogating? Excuse me?” Her tone is sarcastic, even playful and I had to turn towards my computer so she couldn't see how large my toothy grin has now gotten.

“Yes,” I chuckle. “Just stay after class and I’ll make us some tea. We can just have a nice conversation then.”

“Alright,” she states, letting out a breathless giggle. “I’ll talk to you later, Mr. Styles.” And with that she’s headed towards the door and back out to her locker, both of us getting ready to start the day.

This is based off of that post I made yesterday. Or whenever I made it, I don’t know. Just some thoughts about how it might come to pass.


Vex destroys the bullet molds and melts down every last bullet she can find - and she and Cassandra turn Whitestone castle and Vex’s estate upside down to find every last cache that Percy had stashed around. Fortunately, both of them are well versed in Percy’s paranoia and they know where he likes to hide things.

Liked. Where he liked to hide things. Before he died.

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Unexpected (Castiel)

A/N: Okay…first part to what I think will only be two…maybe three parts; hope you enjoy and please please leave some feedback on whether I should keep going with this…thanks guys!
Ps. As always gifs are not mine, credit goes to original owner

Tagging: @spnfanficpond and my true Cas girl Angst Angel @fandom-onetwothreeshots

Parings: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: swearing, yelling, pregnancy, mentions of abortion (Kind of not really, but I thought I should still add it)

Word Count: 1259

Summary: Cas finds out your unexpected news and his not happy about it.


I stared at the seemingly innocent looking object at the bottom of the bathroom sink; realizing for the first time the weight it carried, what exactly it meant. There was a part of me that was excited, beyond anything I had ever felt before; but there was also a part of me that was scared.
Scared because I actually had no idea how to do this, scared because I didn’t know how to tell Cas…

My heart rate picked up as I thought about his dazzlingly sea blue eyes and mess of dark hair, a small blush creeping over my cheeks. I didn’t know how he was going to react, whether this was something he wanted or not and that thought alone terrified me more than I had originally thought. The Angel wasn’t known for his way with words, so it had been his actions I focused on. The steamy, erotically pleasing actions that left me gasping for breath more times than I could count.
We had found each other through loneliness and familiarity; each of us coming to the conclusion that we could help each other out in more than one way. The idea of a one night stand had never sat well with me, it seemed impersonal and cold and I longed for the comfort of a man’s arms, knowing that he would still be there in the morning. Cas on the other hand just wanted to know what it was like, curiosity getting the better of him after a few too many glances at Dean’s porn stash.
From there it had grown into something much more, love. But this? It was completely unexpected.

“Y/n”
I whirled around at the sound of his voice, my mouth gaping open as I positioned myself in front of the sink, this wasn’t the right time to tell him.
“Cas” I yelped, “You scared me…what are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to see you” He answered in his deep voice, his tongue snaking out to wet his plump lips. “That is okay isn’t it?”
“Of…of course Cas, you just startled me” My hand groped around the bottom of the porcelain, gripping the small stick, “Can you give me a minute to finish up though? I’ll be right out”
“My apologies” I sighed in relief as he turned for the door, but just as he was about to turn the knob he looked back with a confused expression, “What is that behind your back?”
I was sure my face conveyed how truly shocked I was, the lump in my throat preventing any proper sentences from leaving my lips.
“Wha…what?” I stammered.
“Behind your back y/n, I can see the reflection in the mirror”
“Nothing Cas…please don’t worry”
“Is there something wrong?” He demanded, swiftly moving towards me, “Are you hiding something?”  
“Cas I’m begging you, please drop it”
“I will not leave until you tell me what is wro –“
“I’m pregnant!” I yelled finally, cutting across his sentence.
I watched as his face changed from startled to angry, his eyes usually so bright were darkening quickly. Even though I hadn’t been ready to tell him, this was not the reaction I had been expecting; confusion sure, shock I could have lived with…but anger?
“Are you certain?” He asked bitterly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I took the test an…and I’m late but I mean it’s not a hundred percent right”
“Then we must make certain and deal with it before it is too late”
“Woah wait a minute” I said, the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach only growing stronger, “Deal with it? You don’t mean…”
“terminate, dispose of…any way you want to say it”
My lip quivered as I stared at the man in front of me, his face a hard mask, completely unreadable. It was nothing like the concerned person he had been only minutes ago; for the first time since I had met him I was terrified of him, not wanting to spend another second in the same room. With a few tears in my eyes I pushed past him, making my way towards the library where I was hoping to find Sam or Dean.

As soon as I saw Sam I ran to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I cried into his chest, his arms immediately coming around my back.
“Hey hey y/n what’s wrong?” He asked, “Talk to me”
“Cas…Cas…he” I sobbed, the words coming out in strangled breaths.
“What did he do?” Dean suddenly asked, coming up next to us, “Y/n what did he do?”
“Y/n do not run away from me” Cas spoke up from the doorway, his boots drumming against the floor as he walked towards where we were standing, however Dean placed his hand against his chest before he could get to close. “Dean, move this does not concern you”
“The hell it isn’t man, either you start telling me what’s going on or I’m gonna kick your ass out of here so fast you’ll be seeing your own halo”
“She is not understanding exactly what danger that thing is putting us in”
“Thing!?” I turned to face him, “That thing is half you and half me!”
“It is an abomination that shouldn’t exist” Cas continued, completely unaware of how much his words were hurting me.
“Hang on a minute…are you talking about what I think you are?” Sam asked suddenly, his hazel eyes widening.
“I’m pregnant” I said quietly, looking at the ground. Cas scoffed.
“This cannot be allowed to continue, relationships between humans and angels are forbidden y/n do you understand that? Being with you is one thing but to bring a Nephilim into the world is dangerous; it will be hunted all its life, a price on its head for simply existing, do you honestly think that they would stand aside because of you? They would kill you just to get to it”
I placed both hands across my middle, stepping back against Sam, my mind whirling with everything he had just said. Despite the danger I couldn’t get rid of this baby, I already loved them with everything I had and I would protect them with my last breath. Cas made a move towards me again but Dean’s hand held him still.
“Man back off” He muttered dangerously, “Seriously you need to leave y/n alone”
Cas removed Dean’s hand from his chest, looking at me one last time before turning away.
“If you keep it y/n I will no longer be a part of your life”
With a flutter of wings he was gone, the room falling into silence.
I ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes briefly, my chest still heaving.
“I need to get out” I whispered after a moment, “As far from this life as I can get”
“We know y/n” Sam replied sadly, his hand rubbing my shoulder softly.
“Sam and I are going to help you alright?” Dean said, “You won’t do this alone”
“Thanks guys”

 I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, where I was going to go yet but I knew that I needed to pull myself together, needed to do this for my baby. As much as my heart ached for Cas, the baby was my first priority, I wouldn’t let myself feel his loss…I couldn’t let myself feel his loss. I was afraid that if I did I would break and more than any other time I needed to be strong. I would be okay…we would be okay.

OUAT Fic: Grilled Cheese (and Other Magic)

A scene between Granny and Killian set about a week after the end of Operation Mongoose (so spoilers ahead). Wisps of CS. Hurt/Comfort.

Rating: K+

Words: 1200

Also on: FF.net | AO3


Her door remains unlocked long after the boozy crowd has stumbled to other venues and the waitstaff have gone home. Granny Lucas has one more meal to serve. Sooner or later, Storybrooke’s weariest soul will straggle through her entryway, just as he has every night since the Savior’s sacrifice.

With the blinds shut and the lights dimmed, she’s able to close out the cash register in the semi-quietude of whirring dishwashers and humming refrigeration units while she waits.

A few minutes pass before the bell chimes. She doesn’t look up from her total sheet.

“Cutting it close.”

His nightly visits have pushed later and later into the wee hours as the week has dragged on, but she won’t turn him away. When all other doors have been bolted shut – when parents and partners have kissed their children goodnight and convinced themselves that tomorrow will bring answers – she keeps hers open. Because she knows his ship feels more confining than comforting. Because she knows Killian Jones needs to see a face that’s not filled with pity or understanding for thirty minutes. Because she knows a warm meal is a type of magic.

As he lowers himself onto a barstool, his tired eyes catch sight of her cash bag. He peers over either shoulder, genuinely shocked to realize he’s the only patron.

“Apologies,” he mutters as he starts to stand again. “It wasn’t my intention to trouble you.”

She rolls her eyes, stashing the cash bag beneath the counter. “Sit down.”

“I…”

“Park your caboose,” she instructs more firmly.

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