but it was a cute suggestion so i drew it anyway

170811 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

@hello_apriler: Kyungsoo talked about his pets because so many people were curious. He said he’s raising two and when EXO-L said “cute~” he asked why that was cute haha. They’re toy poodles and he named one Ink because it’s black and one Pepper because it’s gray. When he brought the gray one home, the members competed to name it. Baekhyun suggested Dusty  

@dyohyun9293: […] Chanyeol said if Kyungsoo kept a brown poodle, it would probably be called Doenjang

@Dearcloi, @Only_k_s: Kyungsoo was the cutest thing in the universe, seeing him between Chanyeol and Jongin but not pay attention to their games. He commented that the weather this morning was really nice, that on nights like these when the dust levels are low, it’s good to visit a playground or go on a walk in the park or by Han River with your loved ones. 

@neri_1227: Kyungsoo said he’d like to take a walk if there was time today, so Sehun asked what he was doing after this. Kyungsoo has two more things scheduled TTT and he’d come to the fansign from another thing too TT

@xoxo_elephant: I said to Kyungsoo it must be hard because you’re so busy, that it looks like you’ve lost weight TTT He asked if it really looked like he did, and that he isn’t trying to lose weight on purpose but seems to be anyway. Don’t lose weight, Kyungsoo TTT  

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They’re so cute when they’re asleep

Request:Can you do Drabble 6 & 14 combined like maybe in the avengers tower 😉😉 

Okay I know I’m requesting imagines like crazy, but could I request 11, 12, and 14 with Peter Parker? Something where the Avengers tease the reader and Peter (but especially the reader) because they have crushes on each other? Thank you so, so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

A/N: Okay so this is me attempting to use the prompts “I need a place to stay”, “they’re so cute when they’re alseep,” , “ this is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” , “ the way you flirt is shameful,” , “ it’s just rain you aren’t gonna melt,”………. lets see how this goes

TAGS: @agentmalfoy24601 @teddysiupin @palebun-16 @whovian1077  @philipshaaayyyy  @smazztastic  @undoroos @justsomeweirdfan  @annymcervantes @julietheree

“Mr Stark, I-I was wondering if you could help me with something,”

“Is it your Spanish homework? ‘cause you’d have better luck talking to a wall than asking me for help,”

“No no, it’s not that, I asked this girl out on a date and-”

Tony dropped everything, and finally looked at Peter fully attentive, and interrupted his spiel, “Please tell me it was y/n you asked,” he appealed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows, confused at how Mr. Stark easily guessed who. He stuttered over his words, unable to reply, “Friday, tell Nat that she owes me $10″

Peter’s confusion morphed into shock, “Were you guys betting on us?” he asked in disbelief, as the computer system replied to his request,

“I was, Natasha not so much,” Tony answered nonchalantly, “she figured you’d never work up the courage. As per-usual, I was right,”

Peter was at a loss for words. Although, he did feel a little sense of reassurance that Mr. Stark had some faith in him, 

“Anyways, continue,” Tony pushed,

“Okay, so, I’m taking her out tonight, and I’m really nervous-”

“Predictable,”

“and I just don’t want to mess this up, so I was hoping you’d be willing to help me out by kind of being my, wing-man,”

“your wing-man?”

“Yeah,”

There was a pause between the two, as Tony blinked at the young boy,

“That was a little on the vague side, so right now my answer is no, I’m not chaperoning two school kids’ date,” He said turning away from Peter, and returning to his work,

“Where is it you’re taking her?” Peter heard a feminine voice ask behind him. He jumped slightly and looked to find Natasha strutting her way towards the two. He hesitated before answering her, “I don’t know, I was thinking, dinner then a movie?” he said, more as a question than a statement.

“Boring!” Tony exclaimed, not bothering to face them. 

Peter sighed and slouched, “Well y/n’s never been on a date before. If you do it right, then it’d be the perfect night,” Nat pointed out,

“Exactly, so I was hoping that, if I wore an earpiece, then Mr. Stark could kind of coach me through it,” Peter suggested warily.

Nat shook her head, “You want Tony Stark as you’re wing-man?” she asked pointing to the man. Peter nodded his head, “This is, by far, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” she deadpanned.

Tony swirled around in his chair, with a mischievous smirk, “And with me, being an intellectual, of course I’m in,”


You couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Some of it was happiness that Peter Parker has finally asked you out, which was followed by nervousness because of the fact that you’d be going on a date with him. A part of you felt sick, and horrible because the possibility of this date ending terribly and therefore ruining a perfectly good friendship was looming above you.

You and Peter had been friends for years, having gone to the same school together and sharing some of the same assignments that Tony gives you. You were always called in on the less extreme tasks,due to having no superpowers but mad combat skills. 

You huffed yet again as you stood in front of your mirror, and smoothed down your outfit. Screw it, you thought, and waited out in your living room for Peter.

Peter took deep breathes as he approached your door. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, “Have you reached the door yet?” Tony asked in his ear. Peter sighed, this was the fourth time he’s asked, “Yes,” Peter snapped in a hushed tone,

“About time. Now knock,”

“I figured that much out for myself actually,”

“Don’t get snippy with me, you asked for my help,”

“I’m beginning to regret it,” Peter groaned, before knocking on your door.

Your head shot to the direction of the door, before getting up and slowly opening it. 

Peter stood with a wide smile, cherry red cheeks and a bunched bouquet of pink roses. Your cheeks flushed to match his, as you gasped, “Peter,” you drew out. This made his smile beam a little more. You smiled along with him and giggled from his kind gesture, “Come in,” you welcomed him, opening your door wider.

You turned away, and buried your nose in the flower pedals.

“Did she like the flowers?” Tony asked Peter,

“I-I think,” Peter quickly whispered under his breath, making sure you wouldn’t notice. 

You place the bouquet in a vase and made your way back to Peter, “Ready to go?” he smiled at you. 

“Tell her she looks nice,” Peter’s wing-man pestered,

“You-” he began, but was cut of,

“Unless she doesn’t, then scratch that. Wait maybe you should tell her anyway,”

Looking at Peter confusingly, you cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a reassuring smile, and placed a hand on your lower back, “You look good tonight,” he complimented, “you always look good,” he emphasized more for Tony to take a hint,

“smooth, spidey,” you commented, letting him lead you out of your place,

“That compliment was more for me. I’m taking it.”


It felt unusual, to be on a date with Peter Parker. A date that didn’t involve studying with an old friend, but more so, a night with a different unusual feeling between you two with formal clothes and flattery.

Your heart pounded a little harder and breath hitched when Peter showed off his goofy smile. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt that way before, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re feeling it now with Peter. 

You had finished eating and were now relaxing at the table. 

“Have I already told you how amazing you look tonight?” Peter asked you, eyes glazed over in a daze,

“This is the third time probably,” you answered with a sweet smile and rosey cheeks, 

The way you flirt is shameful. She’s already sick of it,” Peter heard Tony.

He pursed his lips, “Who taught you? You’re just repeating the same things. Was it May?” 

“Oh wow look at it pour outside,” Peter spoke distracting himself from Tony,

“Nice try, I’m still here,”

“Do you want to wait in here till it stops?” Peter offered you,

“It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt,” 

“Tony!” 

Swinging your head around from the window to Peter, you repeated, “Tony?”

Peter’s mouth bobbed, his eyes grew to saucers. You gave him a side glance, “Is he here?” you pondered suspiciously.

“um-uh-n-no”

“Think of something quick, underoos,”

“I just- uh- just remembered that Tony, offered for us to watch a movie at the tower…..tonight,” Peter squeaked 

“No I didn’t,”

“He did?”

“Y-yeah, he figured that that would be better than us spending money at the theater, or just me spending money, and you fighting me to pay your way in,” Peter explained uncomfortably, unsure if what he said came out right.

“That’s a little uncharacteristic of him,” you pointed out, 

He searched and searched his brain to quickly produce a reasonable explanation for “Tony’s proposal”. An unusually sly smirk skipped across Peter’s lips as he thought back to how outraged he felt when discovering that the two Avengers betting on and against him and his crush,

 “Yeah well, he owes us one,”

“Be ready for ridicule,”


                                       TO BE CONTINUED

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 10)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,261

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A/N: Hope you guys like the update! 

Originally posted by winter-barnes

You stared at Bucky in fascination as he said those words to you, wondering how he could possibly ‘step up his game’ after this. He certainly pulled out all the stops for this so-called friend date, reserving the entire restaurant just so the both of you could admire the breathtaking rooftop view of the city over dinner alone. What more could he do to excel this grand gesture?

“You know,” you started, breaking your silence as Bucky’s gaze fixated on you, “I’m not sure how you’re gonna top this. I mean…any more grand gestures, this outing is gonna qualify as an actual date.”

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Spy Date

A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.

Word Count: 2,660

“DAD!”

Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.

Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”

“Not really.”

He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”

You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”

Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”

You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”

Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”

Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”

He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”

“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”

“Cheap.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”

Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”

“It is only the first date.”

Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”

You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”

Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”


“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”

Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”

Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”

“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.

Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”

Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”

Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”

“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”

Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”

“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”

“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”

“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”

Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”

Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”

Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”

Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”

Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”

Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”

Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”

Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”

“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”

With that, she walked out of the meeting room.


You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door. 

You closed your laptop, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”

You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”

She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”

You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”

“Are you excited?”

You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”

Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”

You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”

Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”

You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”

“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.


Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.

“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”

“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”

You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”

Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”

You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”

The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.

He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”

You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”

“Parker.”

Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”

Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”

You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”

Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”

Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.

“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”

“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.

“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.

Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”

Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”

“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.

“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”


The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.

Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.

“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”

“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”


Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.

Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”

Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”

Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.

She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”

Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”

No holding hands on the first date.”

Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”

Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”

“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”

“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”

“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”

(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”

“Fine. But, you’re paying.”

About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.

Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”

I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”

Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”

They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”

Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”


Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.

“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.

Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”

Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”

Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”

“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”

She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”

Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.

Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”


It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.

“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”

“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”

Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”

She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.

Tony didn’t answer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”

Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”

Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”

Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”

Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”

Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”

“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.

He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”


About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.

You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”

Right away, Miss Stark.”

After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.

“Hey, Dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”

You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”

Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”

You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”

Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”

You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Tony looked down at you, “You know?”

“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”

Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”

“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”

Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”

You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know that now.”

can i have this dance? | jeon jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: fluff with a sprinkle of shy!kook ; high school!au (light swearing)

Word count: 2,547 words

Prompt: It takes a team of six to help Jungkook to ask you out for prom. 

A/N: requested by @nehaperry​ (thank you for requesting ◕‿◕✿)

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Capital F (Tom Holland x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by hawkwoman

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): lmao so I got all these requests at 11:30 pm yesterday, my time. So that is my one and only excuse for not getting them up the day of.

Request:  49. ‘There is only one bed.’ 61. ‘I think we’re lost.’ 98. ‘Forever.’ with Tom Holland if it’s not too much trouble?

49. There is only one bed.

61. I think we’re lost.

98. Forever.

Warnings: So like I’m sure there is swearing in here somewhere.

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“Tom.”

“Wait,”

“Tom.”

“Shush.”

“Tom,”

“Jus–” 

“I think we’re lost”

Tom let out an unmistakable groan of dissatisfaction as (Y/n) mused him with her comments.

Wandering through a dense boreal forest could get anyone mixed up. Tom was, in particular, really susceptible to confusion; whether he cared enough to admit it or not. (Y/n) wasn’t totally innocent either, she was dumb enough to follow him.

“So like, the designated shooting tarmac should be near by. We couldn’t have gone that far.” she mused again, squaring her surroundings. “If it wasn’t so boring, we wouldn’t have gone at all..”

“I know that! I know where we are,” Tom sputtered and did a full three sixty rotation “have a little faith.”

(Y/n)’s gaze slipped to her shoes, an acorn touching the head of her sneaker. She bent forward and swiped it into her hand, chucking it at the brunette brit.

It hit him in the ear.

“What the bloody was that for?” he laughed.

“It was for I don’t know if you are listening to yourself, but you sound nuts, Tom.” (Y/n) snickered.

Tom threw the acorn right back and it hit the tree directly behind the girl. Tom laughed again.

“I saw that tree six minutes ago, he told me his name was Oxford.” he breathed.

(Y/n) turned to view the tree but was instead drew attention to a shiny trailer hiding in the background “Bullshit.” she sighed.

“No, that’s really what he told me.” Tom insisted.

“Not that,” the (h/c) haired girl chuckled “That’s Seb’s trailer. You didn’t get us lost after all.”

She began to hike up to the large filming setup.

“I didn’t lose us, I’m British! I know things!” Tom called, chasing after (Y/n).

❆  ❆  ❆

“So you didn’t sneak off to have sex?” Anthony asked.

“Not this time.” Tom joked, and winked back at him.

(Y/n) slapped both of their arms, and snatched Tom’s wrist.

“I hate you. We have a scene to shoot, you twit.” she demanded, gearing away from Anthony.

“For how long will you hate me this time?” Tom drawled, his accent wrapping around his words soundly. He began to snicker at her abstract cuteness.

“Forever.”

“Oo, no longer than last time.” he confirmed, throwing his head back as he let himself be pulled along the grass. He was able to see Anthony again.

He mouthed “get some” to Tom.

(Y/n) retaliated with a yell of “Close your mouth, you flightless bastard.”

❆  ❆  ❆

“I’m..” (Y/n) sighed and rolled her neck, pawing at Tom’s hand “…really tired.”

“I second that.” Tommy huffed, lacing together their different sized hands.

It was only midday and the pair of bestfriend’s have already filmed thirty nine different scenes. Now, they didn’t have to film for another two and a half hours.

“Let’s nap in my trailer, love?” Tom suggested. The girl shrugged in return, followed by a quaint nod of her head.

As they led themselves to Tom’s personal trailer, it became apparent to (Y/n) that it was built for one person.

“Tommy,” she began when they stepped into the confinement of smaller living space “there is only one bed…” and she let her voice wander off.

“Yeah, and?”

Tom untied their hands and instead pulled his arms around (Y/n) shoulders. He pushed them both forward, waddling to the bed.

“You hate me anyway, remember? So don’t make it awkward.” he mused.

The girl let loose a brisk laugh “I don’t hate you.” she confirmed.

“Even better.”

Tom spun them both and tumbled to the bed’s cushion surface.

“I could probably sleep on the couch, Tommy.” (Y/n) mused.

“Now that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day- and I talked with Robert.” Tom scoffed. He placed his chin upon (Y/n)’s head and tightened his arms around her shoulders.

“What if I mayb–”

“That’s not gunna’ work.” Tom mumbled.

“Why not?”

“You’re so warm, and I like it too much.”

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(A/N): wowowow I did it. This is cute as shit, gosh darn. I impress myself.

Inked//Kim Yugyeom (Soulmates AU)

Originally posted by yugyeomism

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmates au

Summary: You had desperately wanted to try and find him, but putting ink on your skin was terrifying to you.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing this scenario, I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara


All your life, you were told to never get any tattoos, and you always wondered why you weren’t allowed to. You had loved the idea of ink on your skin to commemorate meaningful things in your life, but your mom had always convinced you otherwise.

You had only found out the reason why when you were older; when you had confronted your mom about a little heart that appeared on your skin while you were in school. You felt no pain while it was appearing, but you watched it appear before your eyes, and no matter how much you attempted to scratch it off,  it didn’t wash away.

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Green Juice

Pairing:
Bruce Banner X Reader

Summary:
With the Hulk under control and the government pardoning Bruce Banner under provision of working with the Avengers, Bruce finally feels safe enough to live a relatively normal life. He even steps into the dating world but what happens when he looses control in front of Reader’s 4 year old son?

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Like a Princess » Jung Jaehyun

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summary: “could I request a Jaehyun scenario where you are best friends and you like him, but you think he doesn’t like you because you’re on the bigger side. You have a lot of insecurities about your body, and Jaehyun sees that. He ends up liking you and tells you that you’re perfect the way you are.”
words: 1824
category: jaehyun x chubby!reader, angst, fluff
a/n: literally i need to write more chubby!reader scenarios bc they’re always so cute and i’ve only written like two i need more

Originally posted by neotechs

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You sighed, staring at the piece of paper you had just pulled out of the mailbox. It was finally here, the dreaded invitation that you had been hoping would never come.

Your sister was getting married, and she wanted you to be the maid of honor. That was nice of her, of course, if only you didn’t have to wear a dress. Being maid of honor drew another concern, which was that you would have to stand up on the podium during the entire ceremony, practically begging to be ridiculed.

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Angel

This has been in the works for months and months. I simply haven’t had the inspiration nor the time to write honestly. It’s not my best writing, but I tried to get myself back into things. I’ve missed writing and you guys

Warning: SMUT

Length: 7,000+ words

               It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Those sweet lips of his shouldn’t have been so bitter. Those eyes weren’t supposed to be so dark.

               To be fair, tonight was the one night that everyone could be whoever they wanted to. You had just fallen for his innocent ploy. How were you supposed to know those wings of his were real?

               It was Halloween. The sky was blackened and overcast, consuming the moon’s light. Careful of the brisk cold, you chose a costume that allowed for you to cover up well. Your long white dress dragged against the concrete even though you were wearing high heels. Your friend pulled you along, rushing you as if you were terribly late. There was still plenty of time though. You had all night.

               Someone had rented a club to throw a party. You had no idea who, but apparently they were a friend of a friend and that meant that you had somehow received a gorgeous black invitation with loopy orange lettering. Not one to refuse an opportunity to be someone else for a few hours, you graciously accepted and now you were trying to navigate through the gray fog covering the venue’s floor without stepping on anyone’s feet.

               There were more people here than you had expected and though you had entered holding your friend’s hand, she was suddenly nowhere to be found. The sea of masks made it near impossible to search for her. However, you weren’t too concerned. You would end up crossing paths again at some point.

               You decided to hold the hem of your gown as you strolled to make sure you didn’t trip as the ground was virtually undetectable under the man-made smoke. Hoisting yourself up onto a stool by the bar, you got your bearing as you sat and observed. The club was eerily beautiful with glass chandeliers casting a blue tinted glow on the shimmering onyx walls and floors.

               A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your awe. Spinning in your seat, you came face to face with the bartender. He wore a cape and fake elongated canine teeth for a vampire feel. He wanted to know if you wanted a drink.

               The corners of your lips upturned. In fact, you did. “Could you make something that goes with my costume?” you asked playfully.

               He smiled at your request but his white contact lenses made the expression seem sinister. “Anything for an angel,” he replied flirtily.

               You were grateful that he could tell your intended guise as you weren’t wearing fake wings. But to be fair, you had your back to him earlier, so maybe he has caught sight of the huge black wings tattooed on your skin. Though your white dress had long sleeves and was floor length, it was also totally backless. It exposed your ink well. If your gold halo didn’t give away what you were attempting, a good look at your back would.

               The bartender came back with something bubbling in a wine glass with flecks of gold leaf floating the in honey-colored liquid.

               “What is it?” you inquired as you handed the handsome blood sucker a bill.

               “Unicorn blood,” he answered with a wink.

               You appreciated his cleverness in the choice. Wiggling your fingers in farewell, you stood to leave.

               “Come back for some Hell Fire,” he called after you. You nodded without looking back and made no promises.

               Taking a sip from your glass, you were pleasantly surprised by the taste of passion fruit mixed with champagne. The sweetness cut the bitterness and the carbonation lightened the thickness of the juice. You really were going to have to return for that Hell Fire if it was anything like this.

               A firm hand gripped your elbow and you whipped around so fast that you almost spilled your cocktail. It was your friend, looking sexier than before in her police woman outfit now that she was sweating a little. She had found the dance floor without you and had even found herself a Joker to sway with. Kindly, he accepted you as an adoption to their duo and you danced with your friend as she danced with the both of you.

               Draining your Unicorn’s blood after a few songs, you decided to leave your friend to her criminal and sought out the bar again. There was a line this time and you secured yourself a small section of counter to lean against as you waited. You draped your hair to one side as you could feel the alcohol and dancing warm you from the inside. Not wanting your makeup to melt just yet, you fanned yourself with your hands. The gold bangles that adorned your wrists tinkled musically loud enough to catch the bartender’s attention. He flashed his fangs at you teasingly as he mixed a margarita.

               You were mid-chuckle when you felt a chill crawl up your spine. Goose bumps erupted on your arms and you searched for the cause. Eyes darting around, you caught sight of a tall man dressed in all black staring at you from across the room. He stood completely still even as you locked eyes. You couldn’t read his expression as an elegant mask made of lace obscured half of his face. The fabric was a stunning shade of crimson, which was at complete odds with his charcoal suit. But it did have the benefit of drawing your interest straight to his eyes, which were piercing.

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anonymous asked:

Would you consider writing andreil with neil hating that people call andrew a monster and kind of blows up after keeping it bottled in and then maybe a littlr bit later they witness andreil being cute with each other mainly andrew being nice to neil (cause lets face it in his own way he is) and theyre kinda like fuck neil is right about how andrew treats him (just cause he doesnt like other people doesnt mean hes a bad boyfriend)

It’s been ages since I wrote Andreil, so I hope I’m not too rusty! Enjoy!

Neil loved his family. They kept him moving and let him be who he was, no questions asked. The treated him like he was their equal and like nothing from his past mattered. With them, all that mattered was who he was on the court. Neil Josten.

Which is what made it so fucking annoying when they didn’t extend the same courtesy to Andrew.

Andrew, who had saved their asses on the court more than a few times. Andrew, who kept Neil grounded when all he wanted to do was run. Andrew, who made promises and never once faltered.

Neil could take a lot. What bothered him more was the fact that Andrew didn’t give a damn what they said about him. Still, he knew Andrew didn’t want Neil to fight his battles for him, so he kept his mouth shut.

As finals drew closer, though, Neil felt his nerves growing thinner and thinner and he knew a break in his short temper was inevitable.

It came one day at lunch, as he picked at at his sandwich and reviewed some equations while trying to ignore the freshman at his table. His head snapped up, though, at the mention of Andrew’s name.

“I asked him to move his racquet off of my locker and he just stared at me until I walked away. It was so weird. What is his damage, anyway?”

Neil sighed audibly in what he hoped was a subtle attempt to get them to shut up, since he already didn’t like the attention that came from being vice-captain and didn’t want to attract any more.

True to form, though, Jack couldn’t resist opening his mouth at the worst times. If he wasn’t such an asshole, Neil bet Andrew would compare them. “You better just steer clear of him altogether. They don’t call him the monster for nothing. He’d probably slam your skull into the wall for fun if you gave him the chance.”

Neil didn’t look away from his book as he said, very civilly, “Shut the fuck up, Jack.”

Of course, though, Jack just smirked and went on, “Wow, Cap. I know you have a lot of problems, but I didn’t know Stockholm Syndrome was one of them. Or is it just that he’s the only one demented enough to enjoy looking at your fucked up face?”

Neil closed his book in a way that he thought showed great restraint considering how he was imagining Jack’s neck was between the pages. “Jack. I understand that your constant need for my attention stems from a lack of intimacy in your childhood. Honestly, though, that’s par for the course on this team, so it doesn’t give you any special privileges. So I highly suggest that you remember that if I or Andrew thought you were worth taking care of, we are more than capable of doing so. As such, you don’t even register on his radar because seven months in, you have yet to score on him. Find a new hobby. I’m bored.”

He didn’t bother to wait for Jack’s response before getting up and walking away.

Brynn walked quickly, cursing how far away the stadium was from the dorms. It felt like everyone on this team had a car except her, which usually wasn’t a big deal except for right now, when she forgot her phone at the stadium and didn’t realize it until 11 PM. She didn’t ask anyone because she figured if Neil ran there sometimes, how far could it really be?

She had seriously miscalculated.

Once she finally got to the stadium, she punched in the security code and headed for the locker room, hoping someone was in there cleaning or something so she wouldn’t have to break in. Before she made it there, though, she heard the sound of voices coming from the guys’ locker room.

“My hand is fine, Andrew.”

“Then you won’t mind me looking at it.”

Shit. She hadn’t banked on anyone being here this late, let alone them, but in retrospect, it figured. She pressed herself against the wall and stayed very still to listen.

A bored voice said, “Learning curve. Non-existent.”

“You knew that going in.”

“Why do I put up with you?”

“My pretty face?”

“Mm. Except for your mouth.”

“Really? I can think of a few exceptions.”

“Stop talking.”

At the sound of them kissing, she let out an involuntary squeak. They stopped as she clapped her hand over her mouth and scrambled to move away from the door. She trembled a bit as Andrew came out of the locker room, but he didn’t seem concerned with her so much as keeping a hand out to shield Neil in case of danger. She had never thought of him as needing protecting, but if this was the side of Andrew Neil saw, she could sort of understand.

Once Neil came into the doorway, he immediately switched into Captain mode. “Brynn? What are you doing here this late?”

“My-my phone. I, uh, left my phone in the locker room.”

Neil sighed. “I’ll unlock it for you and then we’ll give you a ride home.”

She expected Andrew to protest and leave her to walk home, but he just headed off in the direction of the parking lot. As they went to join him, Brynn timidly said, “I’m sorry for what we said about him at lunch the other day.”

Neil shrugged. “Jack’s an asshole. I’m not counting on him getting better. But it’s nothing I didn’t expect.”

She nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the walk. And if on the drive home, if she saw Andrew’s gaze turn to Neil thought to herself that she’d misjudged them both, she kept it to herself.

Makeup Voiceover;Ten

Request: OML I LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES MY VOICEOVER CHALLENGE WITH JAEHYUN 😍😍😍😍 if you do one for ten I will love you forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  • okay first of all
  • 📣📣 I MISS TEN 📣📣
  • and im sure we all do
  • so i’ll try my best to feed you all with this post
  • and i hope it’s good enough
  • let’s go

  • so you and him have a youtube channel together

  • you all take turns to upload videos every week
  • most of the time you film makeup tutorials, hauls & anything related to fashion/beauty
  • while for ten he films dance covers/tutorials, vlogs & reaction videos
  • on weekends the both of you try to film videos of just the both of you, be it vlogs, q&a’s or challenges
  • your subscribers love the both of you very much!!!
  • and they always mention how cute the both of you are because the way the both of you stare at each other lovingly in videos make their hearts melt
  • which is why they asked & suggested ten to do this challenge
  • because always in vlogs ten would always film his reaction of staring at you preparing your makeup before yall head out
  • and his eyes are all 😍
  • with a small sweet smile on his face
  • and after days of contemplating he finally agreed
  • and both of you were excited because yall had never done a challenge like that before
  • throughout the whole process while you were filming the makeup video,
  • ten had purposely entered the room to interrupt
  • be it making weird noises, singing songs or just randomly waving at the camera
  • which caused you to lock him out eventually
  • after what seemed like hours to ten you were finally done
  • and you were met with an excited small little boy entering the room to record the voiceover as soon as you were done
  • setting up everything he clicks play
  • “today’s video is very different!!!”
  • “we’re-or i, will be doing the makeup voiceover challenge”
  • “i swear so many people suggested this our whole comment section was filled with this”
  • “okay enough of talking, let’s start”
  • “so here we have a bare and natural faced Y/N, such a beauty wOW”
  • “she’s clipping up her hair first oh”
  • “first step!!”
  • “foundation”
  • “she’s taking out this silicon transparent thingy- IT’S REALLY FUN TO SQUISH GUYS”
  • “she told me the name of it once but i forgot”
  • “-she’s using the foundation from Clinique”
  • “oh it says on the bottle that it’s a concealer too, how cool!!”
  • “oh she’s squeezing it on the silicon thingy”
  • “dab dab dab haha”
  • “and blend it out evenly”
  • “oh babe’s skin looks lighter now”
  • “-just saying i love your natural skin more but oh well, still beautiful”
  • “oh i think that was my voice”
  • “i thought she’d cut it out but i guess she didn’t, rate my singing guys!! Y/N’s says it’s annoying”
  • “sINCE WHEN, I DIDN’T”
  • imitates you “go away babe you’re so annoying”
  • “it was a joke”
  • “i know, i love you”
  • “okay sorry for that, but moving on!”
  • “she taking out a pencil?”
  • “what is it for..”
  • “ahhh eyebrows!”
  • “it’s from nyx cosmetics”
  • “she’s starting to draw it”
  • “look how concentrated she is, how cute”
  • “anyways while we wait for her to finish drawing her brows-”
  • “look at the mirror she’s holding!!”
  • “it was the first gift i ever got for her, isn’t it cute how she still keeps it oh my”
  • “and… she’s done!!”
  • “wow on fleek babe”
  • “i think she’s doing her eyes next!”
  • “just look at those eyes wow”
  • “she taking out a palette”
  • “the uh… maybelline’s uh.. ‘24karat nudes’? one”
  • “wow such a long name but-”
  • “she’s using the light brown shade”
  • “applying gently on her eyelids”
  • “what was that-”
  • “oh sorry it was me again, just me saying hi”
  • “i couldn’t help myself i’m sorry hehe”
  • “look at her giggling at me omg”
  • “i love this angel-”
  • “but,, she’s done with her eyeshadow!”
  • “she taking out another stick like thing”
  • “it’s a mascara!”
  • “it’s from l'oreal- the name’s too long again but-”
  • “oh this is cool, it makes your lashes longer??”
  • “woah look her eyes now, extremely gorgeous!!!”
  • “okay i think she’s done with her eyes”
  • “cheeks now”
  • “-the place where i love giving kisses the most”
  • “why’d you say that out omg”
  • “i mean… it’s not like they haven’t seen us kiss on camera before..”
  • suddenly attacks you with a kiss
  • “hehe nothing happened guys”
  • “but i think she’s doing her highlight?”
  • “making her look more stunning like always but”
  • “she’s using the one frok stila!”
  • “it’s so shiny wow”
  • “using a brush she’s just applying it on her cheekbones, forehead and bridge of the nose”
  • “blend blend blend”
  • “and viola,, babe’s shining under the light!!”
  • “we’re not done with blush yet why is she blushing-”
  • “- and laughing”
  • “okay, must be me again- i was dancing and making funny faces to distract her so”
  • “her laughing’s so adorable though”
  • “okay she’s cooled down”
  • “she chased me out of the room after that-”
  • “oh she’s really not applying blush??”
  • “thank me”
  • “last but not least, her lips!!”
  • “she’s holding up the one from too faced, in a matte pink colour”
  • “it’s so watery woah”
  • “apply it really carefully”
  • “HAHA look she drew it out of her lips but it’s okay, still cute”
  • “oops she realised it and cleaned it up aw”
  • “and…. she’s done!!”
  • “she looks like a model now wow”
  • “why aren’t you on a magazine babe”
  • “so gorgeous”
  • “guys my girlfriend never fails to impress, right?”
  • “maybe she should take over the whole channel-”
  • “i’m talking so much today!!”
  • “but this was really fun to do and extremely amazing too”
  • “don’t forget to show Y/N love by commenting and viewing her videos!”
  • “but of course, not forgetting mine too-”
  • “a new video will be up soon so do subscribe, like and comment, we love you all!!”
  • once he’s done recording he has this proud look on his face
  • with the sweetest smile
  • “i did it babe hehe”
  • then he suddenly jumps up and laughs to himself
  • and when you ask him why
  • “omg babe maybe you should do a voiceover for my dance tutorial next time too”
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This directly follows “Staffing Issues” 


 "Hey Maman, Papa,“ Marinette waved as she trudged through the bakery.

"Good gracious, what happened to you?” her mother demanded.  The few customers joined her parents to gawk at her.

Ugh.  "Akuma,“ she said with a sigh.  God she wanted a nap.  "I guess I’ll be like this until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of it.”  She shrugged.  "It’s not… bad, is it?“  She hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror.  Maybe she was so tired because she was ancient.

"Nooooo.”  Her mother said hesitantly.  "Just different.“

"Would it be all right if I take a few photos?” her father asked.  "I’m curious how accurate this is.“

Marinette shrugged.  "Sure.”  She half wanted to assemble a photo album of all the odd things that had been done to her in nearly five years of superhero work.  "But if it’s super embarrassing, please don’t share it.“

Her father pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few photos, one with her mother.  Then she was released to drag herself up the steps to her room.  She toed off her shoes and crawled into her bunk.  "You doing okay Tikki?”

“Yup.”  The little red being floated into Marinette’s view, landing on her pillow.  "All charged and ready when the Chronologer shows back up.“

"Great,” Marinette mumbled.  "Wake me if she turns back up.“  She set her phone on the shelf her kwami liked to use when she had to keep an eye on the news and the Ladyblog.  


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I Got You|Cedric Diggory imagine

Request: Hello there! I was wondering if you can do a imagines where the reader is depressed and very lost in her own thoughts and Cedric her boyfriend noticed this and gets really worried but she won’t tell him anything until it was the middle of the night and he goes into her room and cuddles with her asking what’s wrong and she tells him and at the end it ends up all cute and fluffy?? I had a bad day today so I would really help me! Thank you very much!


Requested by: @lunamoonlightlove


Hey, guys! I suck at naming stuff RIP. XD


Did I just post more than once in a month? Woah!


Anyways, I’m trying to keep these note things short. This imagine isn’t as fluffy as I thought and hoped it would be. Sorry! I really hope I managed to write this accurately because it’s something I have never experienced so all I know about depression is really from researching. I hope I managed to portray this correctly, I really do.


I hope all of you are okay and had a nice day. And if you didn’t please remember that I love you and I care about you. All of you!


Hope you enjoy this!


-Love, Lottie.


Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader


Warnings: depression


Key: Y/n - your name


Words: 1400


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Sunshine poured through the window of your bedroom and you shifted around in your bed, groaning. Another night when you couldn’t sleep for more than ten, twenty minutes. The only thing that kept your company through the sleepless nights was your mind. You wished it didn’t. The only thing it seemed to be good at these days was to remind you how worthless you are. You just wanted it to stop.


The sun was glaring at you but you had no motivation to go and close the curtains. You turned away. Your gaze was quickly driven to the clock on the wall and you were reminded that you were going to hang out with your boyfriend, Cedric, today.


Another groan nearly escaped your mouth.


You used to love to hang out with him. You used to love a lot of things. But lately, everything was just… tiring.


Still, the thought of him seeing you like this drove you towards the bathroom, to get ready for the day.


You had lost weight, you noticed in the mirror, probably from your lack of appetite. There were purple circles underneath your eyes, a result of the sleepless nights you were having. You sighed and quickly fixed that with concealer.


You left the bathroom looking better but still feeling horrible.


It was a weekday so you were home alone, until Cedric showed up, of course.


There was a plate of waffles on the kitchen counter and you ate a little just so your stomach had something in it. Not long after the doorbell rang and you reluctantly made your way towards the door.


You checked first, just to be safe, that it was Cedric before swinging the door open. “Hey.” You greeted, doing your best to smile.


Your boyfriend was grinning goofily as he swooped up and hugged you. At first, you stiffened but soon returned the hug, nonetheless. “Hi,” he murmured, nose burrowed in the crook of your neck. “I missed you.” He added after drawing back. He was with his dad at the Quidditch World Cup and then their whole family had gone on a small vacation to France afterwards.


“I missed you too.” The words felt empty and he noticed that his expression instantly falling. Cedric looked you up and down and he looked like he was about to say something so you decided to distract the both of you by walking in, beckoning him to follow you inside.


“Have you eaten?” You asked, gesturing towards the plate with waffles that was nearly full.


“Have you?” He shot back worry evident in his voice.


You turned to face him. He had furrowed his eyebrows, eyes following you full of concern and elbow resting on one of the counters. “I have,” you replied curtly.


“Really?” Your boyfriend raised his eyebrow. “Because it doesn’t seem so.”


You felt unnecessary anger bubbling inside you like it had been happening for a few days. You bit your lips to stop yourself from saying something stupid. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You suggested, a few moments later, and headed to the couch.


After a minute of silence, Cedric sighed. “Okay.” He followed you to the couch. “What are we going to watch?”


You shrugged before turning to him. “Star wars?” He shrugged in agreement.


After both the first and the second movie had ended Cedric turned to you. “Are we going to talk now?”


You stared at your legs, not meeting his eyes. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”


“Y/n…” you turned to him to see him looking back at you with wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said. You quickly averted your eyes. “What’s going on?”


“Nothing’s going on.” You replied, trying to make it sound as truthful as possible. You were always a bad liar.


“Y/n, talk to me,” Cedric pleaded and took a hold of your hand.


“Cedric,” you started and looked at him. “Everything is fine. I am fine.”


“No, you aren’t.” The Hufflepuff started playing with your fingers. “Y/n I know you. So just… please tell me, what’s bothering you.”


You drew your hand back, irritated. “Currently, you are bothering me.” Cedric nearly jumped back as if you had just slapped him. “I told you everything is fine.” He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. They said the eyes were windows to a person’s soul and currently his were open. You could very clearly see he was hurt, confused and very, very worried.


His mouth opened and closed, he was searching for the right thing to say. Finally he just quietly said your name. You shook your head. Cedric blinked. “Y/n, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”


Your mood quickly switched and you felt that you were close to tears. “You should go,“you whispered, once again looking away. He reached for you again but you drew back. It was like you were in a container, shut away from everyone you love. "Just go, Cedric.”


After a little, you hear the door closing shut behind your boyfriend. You let the tears fall down.


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You had finally fallen into wonderful, dreamless sleep when a quiet sound woke you up. You blinked, still in a daze, thinking that you must have imagined it. Just then the sound repeated. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up.


You were alone in the room and judging by the lack of light it was still night. Your sleepy eyes skimmed the room. Nothing suspicious at first sight, but then your eyes widened as you realised that there was someone on the other side of your window. You almost screamed out loud but the person waved at you and you realised that it was Cedric.


You walked to the window and gave him a weird look. “Can I come in?” His voice was muffled but you still managed to make out his words. You opened the window and the boy stepped in, hugging you.


“What are you doing here?” You asked, without hugging him back and he released you.


“I’m here to help you.” He smiled, placing his hands on your shoulders. “But Y/n, I can’t unless you talk to me about… this.” One of Cedric’s hands left your shoulder to gesture around.


You sat on the bed and he soon followed. Maybe it was the darkness of the night the night that made you feel lonelier than ever but you decided that opening up to him wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. “I… I don’t know Ced.” You felt your eyes fill up with tears. “I don’t know what’s going on and it’s scaring me.” The two of you locked your eyes and he came closer to you. You burrowed your face in his shoulder, letting yourself cry, and allowed him to gently rub your back.


“It’s going to be okay, Y/n,” Cedric said quietly. “We could go to St. Mungos or to some muggle doctor. Everything is going to be alright, yeah? And we will be alright.”


You nodded and felt his whole body relax. “Okay.” The two of you stood there for quite some time, just drowning in each other’s presence.


Cedric looked at your clock. “Merlin’s beard. I didn’t realise it was so late.” He muttered.


You let out a chuckle, though you weren’t very happy with the thought that he had to go. “It’s not like the moon and the stars are out, or something.” You humoured, raising your eyebrow.


Cedric chuckled, his thumb doing lazy circles on the back of your hand. You knew what he was about to say before he even opened his mouth. “Stay,” you whispered before he could tell you he was leaving. You locked eyes, both of you were blushing. “For a little bit,” you quickly covered up. “Or for the rest of the night. Whichever you prefer. I, I don’t mind.” You quickly looked away, face positively red.


“Okay,” he announced. As you looked up you saw he was smiling, you couldn’t help but smile back.


It wasn’t long before the two of you were nestled in a comfortable position. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arms around you.


“Y/n?” Cedric whispered against your shoulder and you hummed in response, too lazy and comfortable to respond with words. “I love you.”


You smiled, squeezing the hand that was near yours. “I love you too.”

Daddy’s Eyes (pt 2)

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 2,725

Prompt/Summary: A continuation of this one shot where Negan, Jen, and Lucille pick the name for the new baby, and Lucille meets her sibling for the first time. (Pre-apocalypse AU)

Warnings: Fluff all the way!

Note: You don’t really need to have read part one for this to make sense. As usual, I’m not thrilled with the ending, but I hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless!

Tagging: @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach, @jdmfanfiction, @warriorqueen1991

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somewhere in between - two

January & February 2012

“I’m trying to save us all from getting hurt with all that flailing you’re doing.” She giggled. “Can’t you just do the running man or something?” She started the classic dance move, probably looking dumb herself since she was also hopelessly uncoordinated. “You have less of a chance to hurt others with this one.”

“Like this?” He copied her movements exactly. And it turns out, he didn’t look half bad doing it - well, not as bad as he could have.

Emptying the contents of her bottle into her mouth before answering, she chuckled, “Magnifico!”

“My bilingual beauty!” Harry grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, then wrapped her in a drunk hug. With arms tight around her middle, he whispered, “Happy birthday.”

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anonymous asked:

i love your art so much?? like the comics and stuff are fantastic and i'm sndhwahsjsbdjd about them

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!! Oh my g o d s!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Thank you for always providing us with such good soft kiribaku 😍 also, I’m obsessed with the Bakusquad in big comfy sweaters in that last comic! Omg they look so cute

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makosharkies  asked:

Hello again :3 I was wondering the RFA (+ Minor Trio) would react to the MC being a professional competitive horse rider (dressage, jumping, cross country, eventing, pas de deux, etc...)? Thank you and hope that wasn't too much :3

Ahhh so when I first read your ask I was like ?????? I don’t know what any of these words mean??? So I’m sorry if I get terminology wrong, I’m not a horse-riding expert even though I did do some research >.<

on a side note thank you for the reblogs with the commentary lmao I really do read all of them, and I could write a V soulmate au like someone said but it’s gotta be a proper request heuheu

-Sevensity

Update: @makosharkies actually drew a thing for me so if you wanna see some Saeran vs horse art go check it out


Yoosung:

  • Oh jeez this kid was so happy to find out about you being an equestrian
  • Not only is horse-riding hella cool, but also
  • just horses in general????
  • because horses are great?????
  • Insists he come watch your practice that day, and you let him even though you had a feeling Yoosung was gonna go all horse biology on you
  • Sure enough, when you get to the area where all the horses are kept, Yoosung is just shaking he’s so thrilled
  • him: casually pulls out his vet notes
  • you: casually puts them back in his bag
  • Yoosung I’ve been with horses since forever I think I can name their body parts myself thanks
  • Yoosung loves watching you ride, wow MC looks so cool like medieval movie people 
  • lmao medieval movie people good going Yoosung
  • But also he gets to watch how a horse’s body moves in real time
  • So it’s a really good study session for him too, though the first thing he says to you afterwards is 
  • “I never knew a horse’s muscles looked so powerful under their sleek pelt!” (help me out here is it a pelt or skin or w h a t?)
  • Yoosung what about me
  • “You looked beautiful too!”
  • Too’????
  • Anyways, he tells you that next time he’d like to see things from up close
  • Yoosung I sincerely hope that you don’t become obsessed with my horse

Zen:

  • LMAO THIS GUY
  • We all know how much of a romanticist he is
  • MC has horses???? Like real horses???
  • Well I am an equestrian so yes
  • MC pleasecanIrideahorseIwanttobeyourprinceandrideoffintothesunset
  • When he sees you at a jumping competition, you make it look so easy
  • If MC can do it, so can I!
  • Reluctantly, you try to give him a little lesson on riding, but Zen keeps distracting himself by trying to always look good
  • “Okay, so before you actually get on, there are some basics you need to know-”
  • “If the horse runs really fast, I bet my hair’s gonna look a-m-a-z-i-n-g in the wind.”
  • “Zen, are you even listen-”
  • “We gotta get the timing right though, the sun has to be in front of me, so that I can have a perfect silhouette.”
  • “Zen you-”
  • “Is it okay if I let go of the reins? I’m gonna have to take a selfie…what kind of pose should I make? Oh I kn-”
  • “ZEN FOR FUCK’S SAKE DON’T STAND DIRECTLY BEHIND THE HORSE IF SHE KICKS YOU YOU’LL GET SERIOUSLY HURT.
  • In the end, Zen doesn’t learn how to ride by himself, let alone be able to do basic jumps
  • But because of his pouting, you gave in and allowed him to ride with you
  • more like you two were just chilling on the horse while the sun set in front of you
  • You’re holding a portable electric fan in your hand so that Zen can get his desired wind effect
  • Of course you spend hours there while he takes thousands of selfies
  • Jaehee’s the only one who believes him when he tells the RFA that he now knows how to ride a horse


Jaehee:

  • when you tell  her that you have to take a day off work for a competition, she insists she come along and watch
  • Jaehee is blown away by your concentration, and the teamwork you and your horse possess
  • Wants to use it as a reference for working standards at the cafe lolol
  • When you bring her closer to your horse, she straightens her back, then gives him a deep bow
  • “Hello, my name is Jaehee Kang, am I am MC’s girlfriend. It truly is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, before standing upright again. 
  • Your horse simply  nibbles at the carrot you offer him, because it’s a horse and horses like carrots better than formal introductions I guess
  • *gasp* does that mean I’m a horse too? wow the more you know…
  • But honestly Jaehee you’re so cute what am I supposed to do with you???
  • Oh I know
  • Over the next couple of weeks, you give Jaehee a few lessons about horseback riding, and of course being the intelligent and hardworking person she is, Jaehee picks up on them right away
  • And one day, you have her dress up in a pretty outfit, and bring her over to the yard
  • Jaehee sits sattleback as you guide the horse around the track, wanting to show the world how beautiful your girlfriend is, and how proud you are to be able to call her that
  • Jaehee’s a blushing mess
  • You decide to to it again soon


Jumin:

  • The first time Jumin saw your dressage performance, he was floored
  • There are other animals as sophisticated as Elizabeth 3rd???
  • Your horse’s trot just captures his heart, and that night he watches more dressage videos with Elly
  • Lowkey tries to teach her how to do the fancy horse walk
  • lolololol could you imagine a cat doing that
  • makin’ my way downtown
  • He’s gonna build a private establishment just for you, one that’s really close to his office so that he can come visit you during his breaks
  • It calms him down after a stressful day at work, watching you practice so diligently 
  • He makes sure you have the best coaches, best facilities
  • But he knows not to suggest getting ‘better’ horses,since he would promptly arrest anybody who suggested getting a ‘better’ cat (not that that even existed in Jumin Han’s mind)
  • The guy thought he was a cat whisperer
  • He’s actually a horse whisperer
  • You’ll walk in on his brushing your horse, singing her a lullaby in a foreign language
  • you swear the horse is singing it right back at him
  • But Jumin promises to sing it to you too


Saeyoung:

  • Oh he knew
  • He even attended your pas de deux competition when you just joined the RFA
  • He was that one dude who kept screaming every 5 seconds and had to be escorted out
  • When you officially introduce him to your horse/s, Saeyoung looks like a kid who just met their superhero
  • “It’s a HORSE!?!?!?”
  • Yes, yes it is.
  • bOI S TOP WITH THE MY LITTLE PONY REFERENCES
  • IT’S SERIOUSLY GETTING OUT OF HAND
  • You never knew he was a closeted brony
  • Names your horse after his favourite character
  • “Seven please he’s called Shadowfax not Rainbow Dash!”
  • For some unknown reason, Saeyoung knows how to ride horses??
  • And he’s actually pretty good at it????
  • Except he still lacks common sense????
  • “Look at me!” he exclaims, ‘Rainbow Dash’ prancing around the arena with Seven on his back,”No hands! No hands! No– gah!” 
  • He’s is flung from your horse and lands in a bush
  • His glasses askew, bramble stuck in his hair, he declares that he immediately wants to do it again
  • In the end, you guys make a pas de deux routine together, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness
  • somehow the horses dab at the end


V:

  • He’s happy when you tell him about you being an equestrian, but his thoughts are tinged with sadness because he can’t see what you’re doing
  • Still, V says that he wishes to be there when you practice, so you bring him along and sit him somewhere nearby (you don’t want him to wander off while you aren’t looking istg even if he’s blind he just doesn’t know how to stay put)
  • He hears everything, the sound of the horse’s hooves, the soft words you give your horse in between rides, and he even begins to think that he can hear the sound of the wind as you gallop around the arena
  • His fingers are aching to take a picture, but all he can do is imagine with eyes that can no longer see, what a sight to behold you must be
  • I did a Seuss thing
  • Not three days pass before he confronts you with his desire to get surgery
  • When he goes back to watch you, he brings along his camera
  • You were more incredible to watch than he ever thought possible
  • He wants to capture every moment of you looking free and cherish them forever


Saeran:

  • Actually really afraid of horses but definitely won’t admit it
  • So when you tell him about being an equestrian, he sorta just freezes for a moment 
  • He clears his throat, “Ah…oh, cool,” he growls, trying to appear disinterested
  • You you tell him you want to bring him to a cross-country event, but he just gives you A Look™
  • “Will there be…you now…horses there?”
  • Saeran p l s 
  • But he can’t lose face in front of you, and forces himself to go
  • He waits with the crowd while you do your thing, but he can’t hype himself up for you because he’s too afraid for your safety
  • Basically, since he’s scared of horses, he’s also afraid of seeing you on a horse
  • horsesareevilIdontunderstandthemwhatiftheyhaveahiddenagenda
  • That’s pretty much all he can think about 
  • When you’re done, he all but snatches you off of your horse, glaring at it as if it were his love rival
  • “Um Saeran did - did something happen between the two of you?”
  • “You never know what a horse is plotting,” he mutters to himself.
  • “What?”
  • Saeran pouts and looks away, and you tell him you have to go see your coach but you’ll be right back
  • So he’s left standing awkwardly beside your horse
  • He keeps giving it suspicious glances, half-expecting it to morph into some strange monstrous creature
  • “Who the fuck are you?” he finally hisses, staring the horse down. “Are you an impostor? Professional cosplayer? Well, whatever you are, you better watch out, because I’ve got my eyes on you…all three of them,” he adds, tapping his arm.
  • *does the I’m watching you thing with his hands while slowly slinking out of the frame*
  • Horse: who the fuck are you?

Update: @makosharkies actually drew out the scene and it’s beautiful babe ily 5 ever


Vanderwood:

  • He’s totally with Saeran in the ‘horses are plotting world domination’ club
  • You want him to come watch you? Nuh-uh
  • No matter how much you beg, Miss Vanderwood will not go
  • So you think to yourself
  • If he will not go to the horse, then the horse will go to him
  • MC!!!! MC!!!!!” you hear Vanderwood screeching that afternoon. 
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Why…WHY IS THERE A GODDAMNED HORSE IN THE LIVING ROOM??”
  • “I thought some bonding time would be nice.”
  • Vanderwood runs around the house, screaming for hours
  • When he finally calms down, you find him seated in a corner of the living room, whispering things to himself
  • You think, good, he seems to have come to terms with your horse, and you approach him with a small hopeful smile, 
  • “Hey, Van-”
  • You pause
  • He’s clutching a tattered book to his chest as if his life depended on it
  • What’s this? you think, stepping in some sort of thick liquid
  • There, on the floor, a strange rune-looking symbol had been painted, with your horse standing in the middle, munching on some oats
  • “VandeRWOOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
  • “I MUST SUMMON SATAN TO GET RID OF HIS SPAWN! SO I’M SACRIFICING THE HORSE!!”
  • “NO DON’T YOU DARE SACRIFICE THE HORSE!”
  • Fucking waTCH ME!  DIES IRAE, DIES ILLA, SOLVET SAECLU-”
  • The horse vanishes only to reappear in the bathroom
  • Vanderwood loses his voice for a week, and still has nightmares regarding the whole incident
  • You never speak of that day again
Comfort - One Shot

Prompt(s): @marvel-music-books “there is like some family arguments and tensions going on and the reader is just stressed and Bucky just calms them down (the fluff part) and makes them feel loved.”

Warnings: language, little teeniest bit of fluffy/smut? Maybe? If you try really hard to believe it’s smut.

Word Count: 1772

Author’s Note: Ok, this request is wonderful. I cannot put into words how frustrated I have been with my own family lately, so this is just perfect timing! I listened to Keaton Henson’s Romantic Works album writing this, it’s fucking beautiful. Healah Dancing and Earnestly Yours especially during the floof if you’re at all interested in living in my imagination. :)

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Laying in the grass, your head on Bucky’s lap, holding a book up to block the warm light of the sun, you drew in a deep contented breath. Bucky smiled softly as he ran his fingers through your hair, adoring the simple, uncomplicated time together.

He had put his book down some time ago but loved to watch your sharp eyes devouring every word. Loved how your brow furrowed sometimes when you were real focused, or the corner of your mouth pulled up into the tiniest smile if you read something amusing. He couldn’t understand how you got so lost in books, but it was one of those little mysteries about you that only drew him in deeper.

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Rule of Thumb Pt. 4

Requested: yes

TW: abo, alpha dean, angst, knotting, breeding kink, depression, alcohol

Summary: Life in Lawrence turns out to be great, especially when the Winchesters and their families are involved.  

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Dean smiled to himself as he watched Y/N frying bacon. He knew that he loved her when she freely offered herself up to fix him breakfast at three in the morning because he couldn’t sleep. She flipped the bacon over and swayed her hips ever so slightly. 

They had managed to survive her heat without ravaging each other, but damn he wanted to now because those shorts she was wearing shouldn’t count as shorts and her t shirt flirted with her deliciously thick, suffocating thighs. He licked his lips absentmindedly, approaching her from behind and letting his arms nestle around her hips. The warmth that emitted from the stove top and her body made Dean moan slightly. “Damn baby.” 

Y/N giggled and leaned her cheek back to nuzzle his stubble. “Be a doll and get me some paper rolls on a plate.” 

He saluted her playfully and obeyed. Heaving himself up on the counter, he watched her drain the grease from the bacon and place the pan in the sink. She  approached his thigh, resting between his legs, the plate balanced on a potholder covered palm. “Open up.” 

Dean’s lips eagerly wrapped around her little fingers sucking off the bacon grease and licked her salty skin. His plump lips were heavenly submissive and Y/N wanted to feel them for the rest of her life. "Perfect, not as good as my mom’s, but great nonetheless.” 

Y/N’s laugh filled up the kitchen, her head leaned back exposing her throat to Dean. “Mary is the best cook I’ve ever known.” 

Dean nodded pulling her tighter between his body. “Speaking of which,” he tore a piece of bacon and placing it in her mouth, “Sammy’s coming home this weekend and we’re all getting together.”

Y/N nodded and swallowed the bite around Dean’s finger. “I can find something to get up to while you’re there.” 

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle, his grizzly face bristling against her forehead. “No silly, you’re coming with us. It’s a family get together. You’re practically my mate and my parents love you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re family.”

Y/N paused for a moment and nodded cutely. “Will Seger be there?” 

Dean’s green eyes twinkled in the dimly lit kitchen and he gave her a soft pat on the head. “Of course. “

Early Saturday afternoon Dean opened the door to his impala and let Y/N out, holding his arm to her. She rolled her eyes playfully and slipped her arm through his, walking side by side up the path to the Winchester farm house. To Y/N, she felt like this had been her home. The sights and smells were nostalgic to say the least. 

The front door was open, the screen door separating the porch and the house. Mary’s pie trickled outside making Dean comically burst through the door, pulling Y/N behind him. “Cherry or apple?!” He called out, turning to enter the kitchen finding his mom sipping a glass of lemonade at the table. 

“Neither. Y/N mentioned she loved pecans so I whipped up one today.” Her soft eyes smiling at them both. 

“I’m not complaining but I requested cherry last week.” Dean opened the oven taking a peek, and Y/N tried to control herself at the sight of his firm ass. 

“Well Y/N calls me when she said she will.” Mary sassed getting up to hug the little omega. 

Y/N blushed nuzzling into Mary’s neck, her maternal mature was so satisfying it hurt. The soft blonde hairs brushed against her cheek and she giggled pulling away to grin at Mary. “There’s not much around for me to do besides work the front desk at the shop.” 

Dean wrapped his arms around the omegas luscious hips, his lips peppering  down her skin, smirking up at his mom. “Love my omega more than you love me.” He grumbled playfully.

Mary’s eyes widened excitedly, her hands covering her mouth, “seriously?”

“It’s not official or anything yet, we’re waiting until her next heat.” Dean explained rubbing his palms over her stomach. “But we just wanted you to know what is expected.”  

“Speaking of expecting, Jess has started to show. She and Sammy are out in the back with John.” 

Y/N looked over to Dean, slight nerves hitting her stomach at the thought of having to meet both Sam and Jess. From what she had heard, Sam was best lawyer in the state of Kansas and passed the bar exam at Stanford of all places at the top of his class. Jess was head curator at the art museum and traveled internationally to collect pieces. They were everything she and Dean weren’t. Both of them had attended and graduated college where as Y/N dropped out after her midterms in the fall semester and Dean had a GED with a can do attitude.  She couldn’t imagine any of the Winchesters being pretentious but law degrees and million dollar paintings suggested otherwise. 

“Why don’t you go on out Dean, help your dad and brother, I want to talk to Y/N for a minute.” 

Dean nodded his childish heart bouncing, ready to go see his little brother. Y/N lingered in the kitchen, waiting for Mary to make the first move. Mary motioned for her to sit down, and held her hand out to take. “Don’t be scared, love.” 

Y/N soothed at the feeling of Mary’s hands holding hers. “Dean is my baby, he’s always been my baby,” she paused. “He’s always taken to drinking, he gets it from John. I mean, I can drain a bottle but Dean is, my god like a damn sailor.” She heaved her hand dismissively. “But anyway, i’ve noticed he seems happier since you’ve shown up and now he just smiles and laughs.”

A soft  blush sprinkled her cheeks. “I love him.” 

"I know, which is why I gotta ask, what exactly do you get up to with him? We’re both adult alphas, let’s gossip.” 

“We haven’t done, I mean we’ve, fuck, we’ve done oral but we haven’t done anything else.” 

Mary nodded impressed at her son’s ability to actually respect this young woman. She kept quiet about all the times that Dean had slept with other girls so as not to hurt Y/N. “He really loves you. He told me last week.” 

“He says it every morning.” 

“I also heard about your last heat.” 

“Oh.” Y/N’s eyes flickered down to the table, it was one of those 1950s style ones that was red. Being shamed by another omega hurt, Y/N had been there before. 

A gentle finger titled her chin up to a pair of green eyes similar to the ones she loved. “I’m proud of you. You allowed yourself to trust an alpha again.” 

“Dean is an easy alpha to trust.” 

Mary stood, offering her hand to Y/N. The two omegas walked hand in hand out  to the back yard and field of the farm, the late spring sun kissing their skin in a way sure to leave freckles. “I don’t mean to sound like a mother in law, but I want grand kids, one isn’t enough.” 

Y/N let out a bubbly laugh that drew the attention of the other Winchesters. Seger bounded up to her, standing on his rear paws, his front pair on her shoulders. He swiped his tongue across her face as she scratched behind the goof of a dog. 

Dean watched from his spit next to Sam. Both men leaned against the split rail fence sipping on a bottleneck slowly. “Look at her Sammy.” 

“I know Dean. You did good.” Sam watched the full figured girl biting his lip, she was beautiful, a good fit for Dean. “She fits in, she belongs.” 

Jess held onto four year old Henry’s hand as she approached Y/N and Mary with a smile. “Nana, I picked you a flower!” He cheered smiling proudly as he shoved a dandelion her way. None of the grown ups had the heart to say it was nothing more than a weed when the child’s intentions were so pure. 

Mary took the dandelion and thanked him like it was the most precious flower in existence. “Thank you Henry, it’s beautiful!” She scooped him up in her arms and took him back inside to check on the pie leaving Jess and Y/N with Seger trotting behind.

Jess licked her lips and took Y/N in fully. “Damn, Dean wasn’t lying about you. You’re stunning, a perfect work of art.” An underlying beautiful  sexual tension was between the two girls and both shivered in it. 

"Thank you, but I’m not.” She faulted. “You though, shit, you and Sam are the relationship goals meme in real life.”

Jess tossed her golden curls back in laughter, pulling Y/N into a hug letting her small bump brush against the other omegas stomach. “So are you and Dean. The whole mechanic love story is endearing.” 

“I know nothing about cars except when something is wrong with my baby. I was a history major.” 

Jess’s interest was peaked. “How long did you have left?” 

“A year and a half.”

“You have an associates though?” 

"Yeah…” Y/N shifted from one foot to another, embarrassed to talk about her failures with such a scholarly person. 

“I typically don’t hire family, but you’re perfect. I need a new tour guide since stairs won’t be fun soon,” she motioned to her belly, “we’ll work out details later, though I want some quality time with my sister in law.” 

That night the Winchester’s sat outside at a picnic table, welcoming in the new members of their family with love. Jess and Sam were having a little girl which made Mary cry when they announced her name would be Marilyn. Dean clapped Sammy on the shoulder while Y/N offered the biggest hug she could give. 

As darkness fell, John brought out Dean’s guitar and handed it to his son. He offered his hand to Y/N and led her out into the yard to dance. “I had to steal you away, so much attention has been given to you from Sam and Jess I’ve hardly seen you.” 

“Your burgers were amazing, I know where Dean gets it from.” 

John let out a throaty chuckle, spinning her around. “You should take Jess up in her offer, work a few days there and then at the shop.” 

“So that’s what this was about?” She giggled. 

"And to say that we Winchester men have a thing about marrying our omegas.” 

“So I’ve noticed.” 

“I just wanted to test this out, you have to have a father daughter dance.” 

If asked later, every Winchester would deny that Y/N cried into John’s chest. They wouldn’t deny how Henry, despite his young age, ran to hug her leg as she and Dean were going to bed in the guest room upstairs while Sam, Jess, and Henry had the one downstairs. They also wouldn’t deny how they all got up once Henry was asleep and played blackjack while sipping the wine Jess brought back from Paris. 

And Sam wouldn’t deny that he was floored by the omega’s ability to connect American history and modern politics. Jess, she was overwhelmed by the girls love for Peruvian art. As the two younger couples laid in their separate bedrooms, thoughts danced in their heads of just how fun another omega would be in their lives, a willingness to share was overwhelming. 

Meanwhile, John and Mary smiled at each other in the dark, fingers tracing skin.   Content sighs leaving their lips because their baby boy Dean was happy.