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The Easter Bunny

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader

“You sure we got everything?” Dean inquired as he looked over at Sam who sat in the passenger seat.

Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, I think so. Got the basket, chocolate bunny, stuffed duck, supplies for dying eggs, jelly beans, and more candy then we need. I think we’re all set for the Easter bunny tomorrow.”

“Good.” Dean replied with a large smile, “Let’s go get our girl.”

Sam chuckled as he got out of the impala, “Did you ever think we’d have this?” Sam questioned before she shut the passenger door.

“What, you having a kid? Us going shopping for a stuffed duck? Me actually looking forward to taking a rugrat to the mall to see some guy dressed up like a friggin’ rabbit?” Dean scoffed, “No, I never saw our lives becoming this; but I’m glad it is.”

Sam grinned at his brother, thinking about all the big changes that happened for them within the last year. You had showed up in their lives; a result from the irresponsible relationships Sam had when he was soulless, but the brothers loved you no matter how you came into their lives.

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Sneaking In

Word Count: 348

Pairing: Jamilams

Warnings: Like, one swear word

Inspired by @bunny-yams ’s Highschool!au:

“Finally!” Thomas sighed when he saw John trotting towards him. “It’s freezing!”

“Well maybe,” John smiled sarcastically, “You shouldn’t wear a tshirt on an october night.”

“Alex stole all my hoodies, though,” Thomas explained. Alex nodded in understanding.

“This is my last one, but still.”

“Whatever, let’s just get in.” The two approached the house. “Why are the windows so far up if this is the first floor?” John shrugged.

“Could be worse, second floor,” John replied.

“It was a rhetorical question, but alright.” Thomas put his hands on the brick. “Boost me, will ya?” John rolled his eyes and crouched down so Thomas could get on his shoulders, they would swap this job often. John stood up slowly after Thomas got on. “You good?”

“Yeah, hurry up, please,” John pleaded, his voice strained. John heard the window slide open and Thomas used his upper body strength to, not so gracefully, shove himself inside. After a few whispered curses from banging his shin, Thomas’ head peeped out.

“Hey, take off your sweatshirt,” Thomas ordered.

“Thomas, this is not the time-”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” He whispered harshly, “Just trust me… Okay?” John smiled and sighed, shrugging the thing off. “‘Kay, toss a sleeve up.” Thomas caught it. “A’ight, I think you get it?”

Thomas used the sweatshirt to pull John up as he used his feet to push against the wall. Good thing it was durable. When John got to the window frame, Thomas was to focused to notice and pulled once more. John fell forward with a quiet yelp, crashing on top of Thomas, who whisper screamed. Thomas’ head was knocked back, and he instantly froze at what he saw. “Yo, are you oka-” John looked up to meet Mr. Washington’s eyes.

Mr. Washington was staring deadpan at them with a glass of water in his Pj’s.

“Um, good- uh- good evening, Sir,” John said quietly.

“How’s your night been?” Thomas adds. Mr. Washington pinches the bridge of his nose, turns around, and walks away without a word.

“Aha- shit,” John states.

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FAIRY TAIL FINAL CHAPTER DRINKING GAME

DISCLAIMER: for the love of god, don’t use alcohol with a high concentration if you’re doing this. Literally do. beer shots if you have to. I don’t wanna have any of you sent to the hospital with alcohol poisoning.

Well, folks. This is it. The end of Fairy Tail as we know it. The fandom will live on but the series is coming to a close. As a fandom we’ve endured some…wild shit together, be it plot based wild shit or fandom based wild shit, and now is a time to (mostly) put aside our differences and celebrate Fairy Tail as we know it. And what better way to celebrate with a good old drinking game? (A bingo version of this will be available shortly as well!)

RULES:
1) Please be of legal drinking age in your country to play this with alcohol. You’re welcome to do this with juice or water if you’re underage or uncomfortable with drinking! Or, if you want to wait for the bingo game, that’s an option as well! (Honestly I would say if you’re not an experienced drinker then don’t use alcohol period).
2) DO NOT USE ALCOHOL WITH A HIGH AL%/V!
3) If you take a shot of alcohol, your next two shots must be of water before you return to alcohol. This is to ensure that you don’t get alcohol poisoning, and that you stay appropriately hydrated.
4) Only one chug (a chug is defined for this game as a mouthful) for the chapter if you’re drinking high alcohol level drinks (or at all tbh) and no more than three shots per page.
5) Once you’ve chugged ANYTHING, no more alcohol period.
6) This game is designed to cater to everyone in the fandom: those happy with the ending, those unhappy with the ending, and those who don’t give a damn. There’s a wide variety of options here!
7) Honestly now that I think about it, maybe y'all shouldn’t use alcohol period, this list is extensive as fuck. Play at your own risk.

Without further ado, the drinking game @rhosinthorn and I designed!

1) Just to get us pleasantly buzzed: one shot for every one of the Big 4 to go officially canon, two shots if there’s a kiss.
3) If a crackship goes canon then make yourself a cocktail (if you do this, no more drinking).
4) Timeskip + small children for the big four = entire glass of straight vodka (or just a shot).
5) If Jerza is still dancing around each other, take a shot.
6) If a minor ship gets together that we predicted (i.e. ElfEver), half a shot.
7) ¼ a shot for every gloating/whining post in the tags.
8) 5 shots for every ‘don’t be mad at Mashima’ post (…this breaks the no more than three shots per page rule, so for one this one you are to ABSOLUTELY ONLY USE WATER)
9) Three shots for Team Natsu wrecking something. Or their progeny.
10) One shot for every edit of the exact same panel (Eien’s rec: don’t do this one with alcohol, trust me. Please use water.)
11) Chug it if the chapter is entirely full of parallels to other big moments in the series (here’s looking at you, ch 1)
12) One shot for every speech bubble a nakama speech takes up.
13) Two shots if there’s a time skip and Makarov shows up.
14) If the ghosts of Zeref and Mavis show up, chug. Chug hard.
14.b) If ghosts show up at all, chug.
15) One shot for every time someone does Laxus’s hand thing.
16) If Jellal is still technically a criminal, take a shot.
17) If Mest is shafted to the side, shot.
18) If Lucy is returning from a journey where she found Aquarius’s key, shot.
19) Keg stand if Lucy leaves a la Natsu (i.e., just take a shot).
20) Shot if Happy slips in a fat joke.
21) One shot for every item of clothing lost (Eien’s rec: …this is gonna happen a lot, I feel…water only.)
22) Three shots if Gruvia has kids that have a stripping problem.
23) If either of the Gajevy twins says gihihi take a shot.
24) If Lucy’s nickname is still bunny girl, take a shot.
25) If the bunny suit comes up take two shots.
26) If Gajeel still can’t sing, take a shot.
27) If ElfEver is still denying they’re attracted to each other, take a shot. Take another if they’re married.
28) If Miraxus goes canon, then chug. If Fraxus goes canon, then chug.

ENJOY AND PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE WITH THIS.

Columbine Victims:

Cassie Bernall: Cassie was a seventeen year old “born again” Christian. Her nickname was “Bunny Rabbit.” She was shot twice by Eric Harris, once in the hand and once in the head. She died instantly.

Daniel Mauser: Danny was an exceptionally bright student who excelled in math and science. He was apart of the debate team and loved swimming and hiking. He was shot once in the face by Eric Harris, he died almost within three minutes.

Steven Curnow: Steven was 14 years old, a great soccer player, who also worked as a referee. He loved Spanish, technology, and gym class. He was shot in the neck by Eric Harris. He died within seven minutes.

Lauren Townsend: Lauren was 18 years old, captian of the varsity volleyball team. She was an all A student who loved animals and hiking. Her nickname was “Lulu” and she was a very talented sketch artist. She was shot approximately nine times by Dylan Klebold. She died within two minutes.

Kelly Fleming: Kelly was 16 years old and a beautiful poet. She loved to write, read and draw. She loved to read books about vampires. She was also under the same table as Lauren. Kelly was shot in the lower back by Dylan Klebold. She died within 3-6 minutes.

Isaiah Shoels: Isaiah was a minority at Columbine High, being one of few African Americans. He was on the school’s football and wrestling team. He was born with a severe heart condition, but overcame it as the years went on. He was shot in the chest by Eric Harris. He died within two minutes.

Matt Kechter: Matt was 16 years old and sitting under the same table as Isaiah. He was in the National Honors Society and was on the Columbine’s football team. He had all As and was very bright. He was shot in the chest by Dylan Klebold. He died within three minutes.

Corey DePooter: Corey was 17 and wanted to be in the Marine Corps. He loved fishing, hiking, hunting, and golf. He worked at a golf course to save up for a new car. He got good grades, never caused trouble and was on the schol’s wrestling team freshman and sophomore year. He was shot seven times by Dylan Klebold. He died almost instantly. 

Rachel Scott: Rachel was 17 years old and is probably one of the most well known victims due to her lying parents and brother. Rachel was heavily involved in drama club and was in many plays. She was shot three times, arm, chest, and head, by Eric Harris. She died instantly.

Dave Sanders: Dave was a 47 year old staff member at Columbine. He was a well known coach for many sports team and was trying hard to evacuate students from the cafeteria and hallways while Eric and Dylan were shooting. He was shot three times by Eric Harris. Unfortunately, he died within three hours.

Kyle Velasquez: Kyle was 16 years old, and was known as a “gentle giant.” He loved his family dearly and suffered from asthma and mental disabilities. He wanted to be a firefighter. He was shot in the head by Dylan Klebold. He died instantly.

John Tomlin: John was 16 years old, and was a weight lifter. He was Christian and loved to help others out. He had a seven month relationship with his girlfriend, Michelle. He was shot in the chest by Eric Harris, but fatally in the head by Dylan Klebold. He died almost instantly.

Daniel Rohrbough: Daniel was 15 years old and loved electronics and computer games. He helped his father with stereos and his grandfather with harvesting . He was shot abdomen and leg once, then shot again in the chest by Dylan Klebold. He died within five minutes.

Eric Harris: Eric was 18 years old, and one of the two gunman. He spoke fluent German, got good grades and was very bright. He worked as a cook and shift manager at a pizza place called Blackjack. He died by a self inflicted gunshot wound to the roof of the mouth. He died instantly.

Dylan Klebold: Dylan was 17 years old, and the other gunman. He spoke French and German and was exceptionally good at math. He worked as a cook at Blackjack, and was accepted to University of Arizona. He died of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the left temple. He died within five minutes.

Bunnies

(( @lifelikefin , here’s the thing I mentioned about the Host cheering up his s/o with bunnies))


Host got up from bed, inquisitive. He heard some odd noises coming from the kitchen, quickly assuming it was an intruder. He grabbed his trusty bat that leaned against his bedside table and carefully made his way to the kitchen. The closer he got he realized it sounded like someone trying to open a bag of chips now, the familiar crinkle of the packaging giving it away. He couldn’t allow himself to ‘see’ who it was through his narration, as the speaking would give away the fact that he was present. He quickly got his answer as to who it was though, since they noticed him and let out a sort of squeak in surprise.

“Oh, Host, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you, I just, I was nervous and couldn’t sleep so, well, I decided… to get a snack…”

His stance softened, releasing the death grip on his bat as he set it aside. It was just (y/n).

“It’s alright, angel, Host simply worried there was an outsider in the house - He came closer so he was standing next to (y/n) – Host is concerned though, what is making you upset, dearest?”

(y/n) set down the bag of chips and sighed, crossing their arms. “Nothing serious I guess, work has just been… frustrating… No need to worry though, I, well, I’m sure I’ll be fine!”

Host didn’t ignore the insecurity with which they spoke. He frowned and stayed silent for a moment, focused on finding a solution, at least a temporary distraction. Then, he remembered what had helped him in some difficult moments.

“Host spoke again as he happened upon an idea. Can he show you something that he thinks will help?”

(y/n) smiled and nodded out of habit. “Alright, go ahead.”

“Host asks you to please close your eyes.”

(y/n did as told before the Host started speaking again, narrating. “(y/n) felt almost as if floating, and the setting changed drastically, from the kitchen of their home to a warm, sunny field. Host remained next to them as they found themselves sitting under the shade of a large tree. They could feel the grass under their feet and began to feel much calmer. Suddenly, some small, furry creature approached them and nuzzled their arm. Host smiles, he says you can open your eyes now.”

And open their eyes (y/n) did. The exact setting described was in front of them, beautiful, simply stunning. They looked to their arm and a tan bunny was nuzzling them. (y/n) gasped at the cute little creature and laughed lightly, making Host chuckle. He already held a white bunny in his hands and pet it softly as it clicked its teeth in enjoyment.

“Host believes the bunny wants you to pet it”

(y/n) ran a hand over its fur, hesitantly a first, and then continued the motion. They looked at the field and found they could see quite a number of other rabbits, happily munching on grass or simply relaxing. Some would come over to investigate and then rapidly scurry away, others stayed and demanded attention by jumping onto (y/n)’s lap or nuzzling into them.

“Host I… I don’t know what to say- They giggled for a moment, noticing a black little ball of fur that had hopped over to them, and then they sighed in content – just, thank you.”

They nudged closer to Host and kissed him on the cheek before leaning onto him, putting down the bunny on their lap and petting the one Host had.

“You’re welcome. Love. Host wonders, do you think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah, I feel much better.”

“Host asks you to please close your eyes again then.”

(y/n) complied and felt the familiar sensation of floating from earlier.

“Host set down the bunny and it ran off. He cradled (y/n) in his arms as they were taken back home, arriving at Host’s room. He set them down on the bed and gave them a kiss on the forehead, smiling as he noticed they had already drifted off to sleep.”

Host laid down next to them and felt himself becoming drowsy too. He soon fell asleep as well, happy knowing he had been able to help.

Happy Easter!

So since it’s Easter and I go back to school tomorrow (ugh) I decided to, make a short one shot for my favorite fan artist on here… @bunny-yams ! Hope this doesn’t seem odd I just love your art! 

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Nights at the office lately have been long and almost never ending for Alex. Course, to him, it was worth it, saying as he now had Sunday and Monday off to spend with his family. He had arrived home a bit late last night, seeing Thomas asleep on the couch.

He had waited till Pip had gone to sleep, hiding some colorful plastic eggs inside and outside of their house. Alex almost stepped on one, narrowly avoiding it as he placed his case down.

The TV was on quiet, a big purple basket sat on the opposite couch, coloring books, pencils, paper, chocolates and a new little pair of converse in it. A small stuffed puppy sat in front, paws crossed and eyes staring innocently.

Alex smiled at his husband, running a hand through his hair softly, placing a kiss on his forehead. Thomas stirred, eyes peering sleepily at Alex.

“Hey baby,” He sat up, smiling at his husband.

“Hey,” Alex crawled onto the couch, Thomas laying back down as he pulled the shorter of the two onto his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“How early do you think he’ll be up?” Thomas’ voice was muffled, face buried into Alex’s hair.

Alex snorted, “Crack of down? Maybe earlier.” 

Thomas nodded, letting his head lay down on the pillow, Alex’s laying between his collar bones, eyes shutting slowly, the soft sounds of Moulin Rogue playing on the TV.

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“DADDY! PAPA!” Alex and Thomas jumped, Alex’s head hitting Thomas’ chin, both men wincing as they tried not to fall off the couch in vein.

The two, tangled in the back blanket, sat up, Alex between Thomas’ legs as Philip ran downstairs, giant grin plastered on his face.

“Daddy! Papa! Look! The easter bunny came!” 

Alex smiled, Philip jumping into his arms, curls bouncing around wildly. “I see Pip, look, what did he put in your basket?” 

Looking curiously where Alex was pointing, his eyes lit up and he rushed forward, immediately grabbing the stuffed puppy and holding it to his chest. “I’m naming them Burp!”

Thomas snorted and Alex raised his eyebrow. “Burp?”

Philip nodded eagerly, setting the puppy down carefully to go through his basket. “Ooo! More paper and pencils! Daddy! I can make more drawings for you and - and Uncle Jemmy!”

“That you can darlin’.”

“Chocolate!”

“For dessert Philip!” He pouted, placing all the items in a neat pile. He sat on the couch, bouncing up and down.

“Am I allowed to find eggs now?”

Alex smiled, standing up and stretching, Thomas following suit. “Do you not want breakfast first?” Philip shook his head, determined look on his face.

Thomas laughed, “At least let Papa and I have some coffee.” Philip growled softly under his breath, and Alex laughed.

“My little tiger, it won’t be longer than five minutes.”

“Five minutes is too long! I could find a billion eggs in five minutes!”

“A billion? You think the easter bunny hid a billion eggs!” Philip considered then shrugged.

Thomas and Alex shared an amused look before Thomas gave in. “Alright darlin’, we can go easter egg hunting first, then breakfast and coffee.”

“Yes!” He fist pumped, diving behind the couch to grab his basket, running out already having a pink egg in his Batman basket.

“Daddy! Papa! Let’s go! More candy! And money!” He ran around the living room, missing a few but after Alex and Thomas “subtly” hinted at them. By the time he collected all eight from the living room he’d run into the kitchen.

“Did you put money in any of them?” Alex whispered to Thomas, who shrugged in return.

“Some change, a few ones, maybe a five? C’mon baby, what’s a six year old going to do with money?”

Alex rolled his eyes, following as Philip raced out of the house, running to search in their garden.

“Do you think he buried any?” Philip questioned, voice innocent as he grabbed one off of his swing.

“Um, I doubt it.” Alex brushed it off.

Philip’s eyes widened, “But we don’t know for sure!”

Alex said nothing as he sat back up a few decorations Philip bumped into, turning around when Thomas yelled at Philip.

“What is - “ He cut himself off, laugh busting out of him.

Philip had - in the two seconds Alex had been turned - begun digging in their small flower area, face smudged with dirt, hands filthy as he stared innocently at his dads.

“What?” He wiped under his nose, leaving a smudge of dirt, “We didn’t know if they planted an egg here!”

Alex covered his mouth to keep from laughing as Thomas tried to come up with a way to explain why he knew without giving away the truth. “Um, well I know he didn’t.”

“Yeah but how?”

“Well, the easter bunny, along with Santa and the Tooth Fairy are friends with parents. They tell them what they got the kids and where they hid eggs so the parents didn’t accidentally do the same thing.”

Philip nodded in understanding, standing up and brushing a tiny bit of dirt from him. “Okay! Um, sorry about your garden Papa…”

“It’s okay Pip,” Alex laughed, “Let’s just go finish finding the eggs.”

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Hope that was cute! Anyway, I have a few more requests I will get to work on soon!

Also, hope you liked it @bunny-yams sorry it’s not the best (I’m no Lin with words lol)

Facebook vs. Tumblr: T&B Edition

Someone you don’t know adds you on Facebook:

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Someone sends you a Facebook message:

Someone writes in your Tumblr askbox:

Loses a friend on Facebook:

Loses a follower on Tumblr:

Error on Facebook:

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Scrolling through Facebook:

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Facebook at 2 am:

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Someone sends you a dirty message on Facebook:

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Angel (Jungkook x Reader) Pt. 2

Synopsis: You were in love with the stars but sadly, was kept apart from them thanks to mathematical equations that made it impossible for you to touch them. They were the South and you were the East, always together but never touching. Until a curious hybrid becomes the bridge and eventually, your personal galaxy infested with stars.

Warnings: Bit of Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse and Childhood Trauma, Mentions of Smut, Kinda Blood Play (I’m sorry)

Genre: Romance, Hybrid

Word Count: 5,276

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Originally posted by kpopjunkii

Maybe the galaxy is one unity and in its eyes, it holds the stars. Maybe the universe was just one person.


“Why are you always looking at me?” Jungkook tugged on his collar as he sat on the floor of the living room, watching a superhero movie that was honestly boring you. Despite how many times you had told him that he could sit on the couch with you, he would politely refuse and mutter how he would be punished. It was confusing as to why he thought he would be punished for something you tried to make clear to him that was okay, and who was it that would punish him because he wasn’t your son or pet. But then again, he sort of was.

“I’m sorry.” You were forced to turn your attention from the bunny hybrid to the TV. You were never a huge fan of Batman, to say the least but Jungkook could feel your eyes on him, which clearly discomforted him enough to talk, something he rarely did. You watched as the disturbed man did with his ways in Gotham by having a good night job and a shit day job that made him seem like he was pimping himself out in a way. Jungkook would let out a few gasps or if he was very excited, he seemed giddy. You noticed that he would slowly get near your legs and was farther away from the opposing side of the couch.

This caused you to smile.

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Chubby Bunny

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 905

Story Type: Sister!Reader

Fic:

   There is no doubt in your mind that Sam could hold his own in an eating contest against his brother. Sam’s only setback is his lack of desire to engage in such an activity, and Dean finds that his attempts to initiate a competition are pointless. Sam bores him in this regard, and that leaves you, his only sister, youngest sibling, and professed favorite. You are “the fun one” who doesn’t really pay any mind to calorie count and sugar content, who basks in the title of ‘Fits Most M&M’s in Mouth’.

   “I’m bored.” He announces as he procures a bag of large marshmallows from a cupboard.

   “Chubby bunny?” You ask.

   “Hell yes.”

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