When I was young, I had the worst luck making friends. Not for the regular reasons—I wasn’t much different than the other kids in my neighborhood, and I wasn’t too weird, or at least I wasn’t back then. No, I was actually pretty normal, until that one Halloween night when my luck changed.
For my costume that year, I wore a box wrapped in tinfoil. There were blinking lights and buttons glued on the front, and I’d cut two holes for my arms, which were covered in those flexible dryer vent hoses. With a metal colander strapped on my head and a plastic laser gun, I was a serious robot death machine. Humans beware.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)
Length: 1150+ words
TW: Nothing of any sort! Just all the fluff~
A/N: Someone asked about writing a Part 3, and I seriously wasn’t going to write one, but this just came out of nowhere, and now I just had to write it. I hope this was somewhat believable, and true to character! I hope this gives you some comfort after Angst Appreciation Day yesterday! Feedback is encouraged!
It was a few days later, and Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect when Dean made the promise. Everyone seemed so sure they were going to start treating her differently, but she wasn’t sure how they could change so easily like that. She decided early on that she would give her siblings another chance. It takes two to make a relationship so she would try her best to form a bond with them, and see how it goes. Though, she was pretty wary of them still, she wanted to give them another chance.
“Hey, kiddo,” Dean greeted, seeing her already in the kitchen making breakfast. “Need any help?”
She was about to shake her head when she paused. “Sure. Wanna help me make the eggs?” She was already halfway in making the pancakes, a pile already stacked beside her.
“’Kay.” He grabbed another pan from the cabinet, and the carton of eggs along with the bacon. “What’s eggs without bacon, right?” he joked with a wink.
She laughed at his antics, shaking his head. “If you want to get high cholesterol, and die early- then knock yourself out.”
“Sounds like someone’s been spending way too much time with Sam.”
Y/N scoffed, but it came out more like a snort causing her to slap her hands to her lips in embarrassment. Dean looked at her for a millisecond before an evil grin formed on his face, reminding her of the Grinch.
“Did you just snort?”
“Nope. Didn’t happen.”
“Yes, it did!” Dean threw his head back in laughter before bumping her hips with his. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.”
So how would mtmte Cyclonus/tailgate, Rung, Megatron, Whirl, and Rodimus deal with a very grumpy/agitated female human s/o who is cramping and in pain and on their time of the month?
Cyclonus is calm
even when you’re being a huge grump. He’s more concerned about getting rid of
your pain. While he gathers some supplies Tailgate
fluffs up blankets and pillows. Cyclonus comes back with your medicine and
something sweet to drink, as well as a healthy snack. They cuddle up to you to
keep you warm and take turns telling you stories. Once the pain ebbs you’re
sleepy, and they sing you to sleep while Tailgate rubs your head.
Rung sees how
agitated and uncomfortable you are, squirming and whining. He helps you to the wash
racks for a warm shower; you’ll feel much better once you’re clean. He even
washes your hair; he gives the best head scritches. When you’re squeaky clean and content he rubs
the tension from your back while you munch on candy. You’re given extra
snuggles and kisses.
bothered, to say the least, by human blood. It’s not that he’s squeamish; it’s
the memories that come with the blood. He’s more freaked out than you thought
he would be. Several times he suggests taking you to Ratchet- should you really
be bleeding that much? He gets you a heating pad, stocks up on products, and
brings you candy. He dotes on you and is even more scared of hurting you than
usual. If he has a meeting he asks Ravage to keep an eye on you.
Whirl thinks you’re
pretty badass. Wow, you can bleed for six days without dying! When you get
grumpy he just laughs it off, honestly it’s so cute when you try to be
intimidating. He asks Ratchet to give you some pain medicine (more like
demands) and gets Rodimus to pull over so you can get some sweets. He’s also
extra protective when you’re not feeling well. Everyone thinks he’s being
annoying, but you know he’s just taking care of you.
everything. HIS BAE IS IN PAIN??? NOT ON HIS SHIP! Cancel his afternoon,
Magnus, he has to take care of his s/o! This is not time for work! He steals Swerve’s collection of
Disney movies and wraps you up into a blanket burrito- is that enough blankets?
Are these snacks okay? He tucks you under his chin and puts on Treasure Planet.
Here’s why the Women’s Rumble Match meant so much to me/was so good:
SO many of the entrants were women that have been misused and mistreated and belittled through their careers in WWE. Not all the time, but definitely at times. They have been eye-candy, rarely given the chance to fulfill their athletic potential. And when they did get to shine, it usually involved a man’s involvement OR was in a tiny capacity that didn’t show all they could do.
Women in the WWE have and continue to be lower than the men. We’ve been fortunate in recent years to see a shift in this, but it’s still very much not the norm.
But this match? This main event match? This match of only women, only about women?
It was a time for all of them to shine for who they are and what they are and what they can do just by being themselves. Strong, tough, real women. Women that don’t need a man to be valid. Women that work hard and give their all and can entertain us good and well. Women that come in all shapes and sizes and backgrounds and paths, and they all got here.
There were perfect bits of nostalgia and perfect bits of progressing-the-stories. I loved that match. I will always love that match.
—Turns out, a secret admirer is not really good at staying unknown.
On a normal day at school, students are usually greeted by other students; either a simple ‘Good morning’ or maybe just the normal ‘How are you today?’ that can be thrown to anyone you come across with at the hallway.
And you? You’re greeted by a Twix chocolate bar and a single daisy.
There's nothing sweeter than the candy Given out by Mistress Mandy. The price is low, not even money. All it takes is a jar of honey. But beware, those weak of will, for the cost grows higher still. For each piece beyond the first, gives the fool a nagging thirst. For nothing's sweeter than the candy, given out by Mistress Mandy.
We must not look at goblin men, / We must not buy their fruits: / Who knows upon what soil they fed / Their hungry thirsty roots?