Boris woke up and stretched as he yawned. He itched his head. He got out of bed and put on his pants. He went outside and let out the sheep from the barn. He counted them up and frozed.
Boris:“There’s….wait, no, that’s not right.” He recounted them again.“There’s suppose to be thirty. There’s ten missing.” He quickly searched the barn for them making sure they weren’t asleep somewhere.“Oh no…” He looked for any tracks for any fox’s that might have snuck in last night. His ears flattened when saw only shoe tracks. He clenched his fists and growled.“Oooh! That just burns me!” He said a bit angrily. He sighed. He watched the sheep eat and wander for a little while before locking them back up in the barn and getting in his truck. He drove down the dirt path. When he drove into town his eyes widened.“What the…?!” There were people trying to scrub out the ink off the walls and windows.“What the heck happened?” He stopped by Ched’s store and went in.“Mr. Ched?” He called. Ched was on the phone.
Ched:“I don’t care whether you believe me or not! I’m telling ya, a little demon came in last night and stole my candy bars! Hello?! Hello?!” He snarled and slammed down the phone. He looked up at Boris.
Boris:“Someone stole your candy bars?” He slammed his fists down on the counter.
Ched:“Yes! It was a demon I tell ya! Short, had horns, a tail, and he was wearing a bow tie and gloves!” Boris itched his head looking a little confused.
Boris:“That’s odd.” He said.
Ched:“Not only that, he attacked me with ink! Made me hit my off the shelves.”
Boris:“You sure it wasn’t some kid in a costume Mr. Ched?”
Ched:“Ohh, far from it! I hear he attacked Mrs. Mo last night too!” The wolf’s eyes widened in shock.
Boris:“Mrs. Mo? Why would anyone attack someone like her? She’s the sweetest lady in town!” Ched shook his head.
Ched:“Who knows and who cares? Someone’s gotta pay for stealing my stuff! AND ruining my favorite shirt!” Boris left the store and drove to Mrs. Mo’s store.
Boris:“Mrs. Mo?” He called. She came out from the other room and looked relieved when she saw Boris.
Mo:“Oh hello Boris. I was just cleaning up after….what happened last night.”
Boris:“I heard you were attacked but you look fine to me.”
Mo:“Oh, that little devil didn’t lay a hand on me, but I did manage to knock his head off his shoulders with my broom…literally.” She mumbled.“He ate one of my cakes and ruined one of the others. Not only that, he drew on my face!” Boris put his hands on his hips.
Boris:“Now don’t you worry Mrs. Mo, I’m gunna get to the bottom of this. I’ll find out who’s been causing trouble around town and stop them!”
Mo:“Oh dearie, you don’t have to do this.”
Boris:“Nope! I’ve already decided! Besides, someone stole my sheep!”
Mo:“Oh no! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
Boris’s ears went up as he spun around. He left the store and saw his sheep running through town. One demon was riding on one of the sheep’s.
Bendy:“WOOOO! I'am King of the Sheep!” He laughed.
Mo:“That’s him!” She pointed out.“That’s the devil who stole my cakes!” Boris jumped on one of the sheep and chased after him.
Boris:“Hey! Get back here!” He yelled. Bendy looked back and grinned mischievously.
Bendy:“Ohh, look! Someone wants to play!” He giggled. Boris hopped onto the next sheep, then the next, then the next, to get closer to Bendy. Bendy saw him and gasped. He stood up and jumped through an open window of a building. Boris did the same thing and fell in a puddle of ink.
Boris:“Ew!” He said and shook it off. He looked around and saw Bendy in the elevator across the hall waving at him. He ran towards him.
Bendy:“GOOOING UP!” He pressed a button and the doors closed. Boris slammed into them flat. He fell backwards and landed on his back. He sat up and shook his head. He saw what floor he was heading to and ran up the stairs. When he reached the floor he saw Bendy waving at him once again. He growled and ran towards him again.“GOOOING DOWN!” The doors closed and he stopped himself from running into them. He ran back down the stairs and looked a little tired. He saw Bendy leaning against the door ways and winked at him as he waved. Boris bared his teeth at him. He took in a deep breath and sighed. He walked towards him instead of running.
Boris:“Okay look, let’s talk about-” He was interrupted by ink to the face and he slid across the floor on his back. Bendy laughed as he pointed at him.
Bendy:“Careful! Wouldn’t wanna slip into an accident now do we? AHAHAHA!” He ran into one of the rooms. Boris chased after him.
Boris:“Where you at devil?” He called as he looked around the room. He looked under the bed. He wasn’t there. He heard the shower running and a familiar voice singing. He went in the bathroom. He moved the curtains and the demon screamed. Boris jumped back startled and quickly closed the curtain.“Woops! Sorry!” He left the bathroom quickly. He was about to leave but then frozed.“Hey wait a minute!” He went back in the bathroom and moved the curtains again.“Got ya!” He said but there was only ink going down the drain.“Huh?” He itched his head. Just then he heard something squeak behind him and he turned only to find the demon lifting his foot off the rubber duck. He smiled nervously at Boris and chuckled.
Bendy:“Uh, hi?” Boris went to grab him but he spat ink on him again. He ran out of the bathroom and Boris chased after him once more. They ran up the stairs and went to the top of the building. Bendy ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at Boris and held out one hand.“Hold it!” Boris stopped and his eyes widened-fearing what he was going to say.“Take one more step and I’ll jump! I’ll do it!” Boris shook his head.
Boris:“No wait! Don’t do it!” He begged.
Bendy:“I will! Watch me!” He stepped off the building and screamed as he fell. Boris yiped and jumped over after him. Only to find that he was hanging off the side by his tail. Boris screamed as he fell towards the ground. He shut his eyes tight and waited to hit the ground. However, something grabbed his legs and lowered him down safely. He looked up and saw Bendy standing over him grinning.“Aww, did you fall over for little old me?” He kissed his nose.“Mmmmmmmua! AAHhahahahaha!” He giggled before taking off again. Boris rubbed his nose and shook his head. He looked up at the building he fell from. He looked back at where Bendy used to be.
Boris:“He didn’t let me hit the ground?” He stood up. He shook his head and chased after him.
He found Bendy eating someone’s lunch at an unfinished building.
Boris:“Aha! I finally found you!” Bendy’s eyes widened and he took off running again inside the building.“Wait!”
Bendy:“Ah geez! You don’t know when to quit do ya?” He asked.“That’s okay though! I love playing a good old game of hide and seek!” He jumped in a drawer.
Boris:“Hey!” He looked inside but there was only ink. He looked around.
“Yoohoo~I’m up here.~”
Boris looked up and saw the demon grinning at him from the top of the stairs. He quickly ran up only to fall through the steps. He held on and pulled himself up. He ran down the hall and looked in the first room on the left. He came back out seeing that he wasn’t in there and saw Bendy walked out of one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway and entered another. Boris chased after him. He opened the door but it was a small closet. He itched his head looking confused.
Boris:“How does he do that?” He asked but mostly to himself.
Boris looked only to see the demon shaking his butt at him.
Bendy:“Can’t catch me!” Boris growled and ran after him.“AAH!” He ran once more and looked back at Boris. He grinned.“Ha! You can’t REALLY catch me! No one can-” He tripped over a bucket of paint and slipped across the hallway and fell down a hole in the floor. Boris gasped. “Well, this is a sticky situation.” Boris ran to the hole and looked down.
Boris:“W-where’d ya go?” He looked and saw the demon holding onto a pipe. It looked like a long way down. Boris reached towards him.“Here, grab my hand!” Bendy raised a brow.
Bendy:“Why are you helping me? I thought you were mad!” He said.
Boris:“Yeah but I don’t to hurt you!”
Bendy:“Ha! Very funny. As if no one wants to hurt a demon like me.” He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers. There was a flame on his thumb and he lit the cigar.
Boris:“Don’t smoke that!”
Bendy:“Why not? It’s gunna be my last so, cheers, I guess.”
Boris:“It’s not going to be your last if you just take my hand!” Bendy stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing.
Bendy:“Well, alright then.” He reached for his hand but was too short.“I..can’t reach!” He slipped.“AH!” He grabbed the pipe and climbed back up. Boris stretched out a little farther.
Boris:“Try now!” Bendy stretched out his arm again. He stretched out his body farther and could almost grab his hand. He suddenly slipped but Boris managed to grab his hand on time and quickly pulled him up out of the hole and held him close tightly.“Phew, that was a close one.” He said.
Bendy:“Sure was-” The ceiling fell in front of them and Boris spun around and ran screaming. He ran through the halls with Bendy in his arms as the building began to fall apart behind them. He ran down the stairs and jumped through the door way. Smoke filled the air around them. Boris coughed and stood up.
Boris:“Are you okay-” He gasped when he saw that the demon was gone.“Hey! Where did you go? Hello?!” He looked back at the building.“Little demon?” He called and quickly searched through the rubble trying to find the creature. So far there was no sign of him anywhere. Boris’s ears lowered and he sighed sadly.“I didn’t even get your name.”
Boris returned to the farm and let out the sheep. He counted them. Thirty. The sheep must’ve found their way back home he thought. He walked up the hill and sat by the tree to watch the sheep wander around and eat grass. He sighed and took out his clarinet. He began to play a soothing tune.
“Heyyy, not bad!” Said a familiar voice. Boris jumped up and looked around.“Up here.” He looked up and saw the demon sitting on a branch and smiling at him. He jumped down and landed in his arms. He kissed his nose.“Did ya miss me?” Boris grinned.
Boris:“You’re alive!” He swung him around.“I thought you were dead! But you’re alive!”
Bendy:“Whoa! Easy there!” He put him down on his feet and he fixed his bow tie.“So, ya still mad at me for stealin’ your sheep and all?” Boris shook his head.
Boris:“Nope! They’re all back.” Bendy smiled.
Bendy:“Really? Huh, I wonder how that happened.” He said with a wink. Boris smiled and shook his hand.
Boris:“I’m Boris. Boris the Wolf. I never got to tell ya my name before.”
Bendy:“Well Boris, I’m Bendy. Bendy the Demon.” He put his hands on his hips.“So, I’ve been dying to ask you something all day. Why’d ya help me? Everyone in town is afraid of me. You know I’m a demon don’t ya?” He nodded.
Boris:“Yeah, but you don’t seem all that bad. You didn’t…well you know, eat anyone or anything like that.” Bendy gave him an evil smile.
Bendy:“What makes you think I wouldn’t eat you?” He grinned. Boris shrugged.
Boris:“I don’t know.” He said simply. Bendy frowned. He looked at his clarinet and smiled a little.
Bendy:“Say, Boris, would you mind playing that again?” He held up his clarinet.
Boris:“This? Well, I suppose, but only if you promise to leave the town alone. No more stealing, no more covering people or the town with ink and also, no stealing sheep.” Bendy stomped his foot once.
Bendy:“What? Oh come on! It’s fun!” Boris crossed his arms.“Ugh, fine.” Boris smiled and held up his clarinet. He began to play a tune. Bendy tapped one foot and soon began to dance. Boris joined in shortly. The two danced until the sun went down and the moon came up. Boris stopped playing and yawned.
Boris:“It’s pretty late. I should bring the sheep inside the barn. Do you need a ride home?” He asked as they walked towards the barn.
Bendy:“Oh….yeah, uh, I don’t have a home.”
Boris:“You don’t?” He opened the barn door and the sheep wandered in.
Bendy:“Nope, just been running all over the place. Don’t really need sleep.” He shrugged.
Boris:“Hm…” The last sheep went inside and he closed the door and locked it. The two walked towards Boris’s house.“Well, if you want, you can stay with me for a little while.” Bendy looked at him with wide eyes.
Bendy:“Really? you really mean that?” He asked with almost a hopeful smile. He nodded. Bendy frowned and gave him a look of doubt.“And no foolin’?”
Boris:“Of course not. You can stay as long as you need to.” He said with a smile. Bendy smiled a little.
Bendy:“Alright then, thanks!” He giggled. They went inside and Boris cooked up dinner for two. They watched T.V. and went to bed. Boris showed Bendy the guest room. The bed was made and looked comfortable.“Wow….my own room!” He sat on the bed.“Hm…not a waterbed but it’s still nice!” He grinned at Boris.“You know, for a wolf you sure are pretty friendly.” Boris smiled.
Boris:“Heh, awww, thanks. For a demon you sure are friendly too.” Bendy rolled his eyes.
Bendy:“Yeah….but I don’t see why I need a bed, I don’t sleep.”
Boris:“That’s ok, you can still use if you want.” He yawned and itched his back.“Well, good night Bendy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door. Boris went to get a cup of water from the kitchen. He did he wondered if Bendy needed a cup of water. He walked back into the room.“Oh Bendy, did you…” He trailed off when he saw that Bendy had fallen asleep under the blankets in bed. He blinked twice. He slowly smiled ad chuckled.“G'night little buddy.” He whispered and closed the door quietly before heading off to bed.
Secret of These Hands Ch. 2 (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Hey babes! I hope your day is going well and that you have good luck. I got to drive down the coast to the beach and it was literally the nicest drive I’ve taken all year long. Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” and Bucky finally comes into the picture! Enjoy and I love you all! xoxo
Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be.
One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?
“Folks, welcome to New Orleans and thank you for flying with us.” The pilot’s voice throughout the cabin pulled you out of your sleep. You groggily propped yourself up in your seat, trying to blink away your blurry vision. The plane slowly emptied and you were finally able to grab your bag from the overhead compartment and exit the aircraft.
The sun was up, painting the sky pink, purple, and orange. You took a moment by the window in the terminal to take it all in. This was a new life for you, and hell, you couldn’t be more ready to begin it. You made your way outside the airport and waved over a taxi.
“Where to?” The cab driver glanced up at you through the rear view mirror, equally as tired as you were at the time.
“Um, can you take me to a hotel in the French Quarter, please?” You gave him a small smile and he nodded, pulling back onto the street. The city was already alive. People was smiling and god, the food smelled good. He pulled up to the curb of a cute little hotel. You paid him and got out of the cab, walking inside. You got a room for a pretty good price, and immediately fell asleep once your body hit the mattress. Everything was different, and new, and interesting, and you couldn’t wait to explore it.
Over the next couple weeks, you were able to find a job as a waitress at a small cafe just a few blocks from your hotel. The pay was good, and the people tipped generously, so you expected to be in a more permanent living situation by the end of the month. Today you were working the long shift in the middle of the day. Your black clothes were sticking to your body from the humidity and heart, and your gloved hands were becoming uncomfortable. For work, you opted for some cotton white gloves which felt unnatural against your hands unlike the leather ones you’d had for years. Your boss let you go on an extended break since you’d been working hard and he could tell you were beginning to burn out. You hung up your apron and rolled up your sleeves before grabbing your wallet and heading to the farmer’s market.
The French Quarter was filled with all different types of foods at the many stands that covered each side of the street. You had become acquainted with some of the owners of your favorite stands, and sometimes they gave you extra goodies because they liked you and your smile. There was an elderly Frenchman who owned a fruit stand that took quite a liking to you, and when he saw you, he waved you over.
“Bonjour, Miss F/N.” He took your gloved hand and pressed a light kissed on the back of it.
“Good morning, sir.” You gave him a sweet smile and began to scan all the produce he had to offer. He was one of the sweetest people you had met since you moved here, and he never failed to make you smile.
“What will you be getting today, mademoiselle?” He took out a small bag, shaking it open.
“Hmm..” You puckered your lips to the side, running your fingertips over the apples, dragon fruits, and star fruits. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile, moving your hand towards the plums. “I’ll take th-” Your sentence was cut short by the brush of someone’s hand against yours. Even with the gloves after all these years, it still gave you chills down your spine when you had unintentional physical contact with people.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry.” Your eyes were trained on the hand hovering next to yours. Just like yourself, they were wearing gloves despite the heat. You shifted your gaze up the man’s muscular arm to his face. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Oh no, it’s alright.” His face was slightly shadowed by his black hat, but you could still make out his steel blue eyes. He gave you a soft smile. “You’re a plum person, too?”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah, they’re honestly one of my favorite things to eat.” Your muscles eased, and you began to let go. He seemed like a nice guy, so you decided to do a little good deed. You turned your attention back to the elderly man. “Puis-je avoir deux sacs de prunes, s'il vous plaît? Un pour moi, et un pour le monsieur.”
He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise. “Bien sur Mademoiselle.” He began to bag the fruits as you turned your attention back to the tall, toned man next to you.
“You speak French?” He nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand.
“Yes, and fluently.” You overdramitcally flipped your hair back, and the two of you laughed together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name..”
“My name is Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”
Hello darlings! I hope you enjoyed! I’m sorry it was kind of a short chapter, but I had a ton of stuff I needed to do yesterday. I promise next chapter will be longer (and better). Have a wonderful day, I love you all. xoxo
Summary: What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for.
A/N: This is the second half! Hope you enjoy it, and I appreciate all the love you showed the first part! Feedback MUCH appreciated on this one! XOXO
“I got nothing.” Sam mutters to himself as he stares at the EMF meter, doing absolutely nothing in his hand. He looks up and shakes his head at Dean, who is currently flirting with Leah in the doorway of Dr. Sodhi’s office. He’s been there since he convinced her to let them into the office early, on the premise that Sam lost a glove, and they wondered if it might be in there.
“I don’t agree that George had copied the Chiffons’ ‘He’s So Fine’ for 'My Sweet Lord.’ That song changed so much in the studio and to me, it was and always will be legitimate. George was the sweetest guy in the world. A really, really great guy and he wouldn’t harm anyone or anything. The vibe and the atmosphere when we recorded 'My Sweet Lord’ were incredible. We played music all day every day for three weeks and it was a great group of people.” - Alan White, who drummed on All Things Must Pass, in an interview with Spencer Leigh [x]
“[George Harrison] was so sweet and open-hearted.” - Alan White, Music Radar, 11 September 2009 [x]
Q: “Did you see George [Harrison] after ALL THINGS MUST PASS and you were in Yes?”
Alan White: “Yeah… In L.A., we were at a party with him, him and Tom Petty but they were extremely drunk, both of them (laughs). We said hello, and he was very nice, his wife [Olivia] was really nice…” - Notes From The Edge no. 247 [x]
I don't know if you do these, but can I request something loaded with angst?
“Hey, who’s calling?”
“Alfred, is that you?”
“Oh my god, it worked…”
Alfred stood still and listened to the guy crying.
It was autumn. Pumpkin-spiced lattes, thick scarves, bonfires in the distance, rain on the window, leather boots and fingerless gloves. Alfred was dressed to combat the cold. Every morning, he took the train 40 minutes south to his university town to study, and every evening, he took the train 40 minutes north to his home town to fall asleep. At 5pm, his backpack felt heavy, and the taste of his gum had worn out. He chewed it one last time, spat it out in a bin, and returned to his phone.
“Who’s this?” he asked, and the crying on the other end subsided.
“You’ll never have to know,” the guy spoke. His voice was frail. There was noise in the background - not music, more like an echo. An empty, hollow echo, the kind you get in public restrooms at night when no one else is there.
Alfred frowned and took off his glasses. He rubbed his eyes in the sleeve of his jacket. “Listen, man, I don’t know who you were trying to call-”
“I called you, and I got you. I can’t believe I got through to you.”
“-but I’m not it,” Alfred said.
“But you are, Alfred. Alfred Jones.”
At the mention of his last name, Alfred bit his inner cheek and narrowed his eyes. He put his glasses back on and slowly glanced around the station. Across from him, a couple walked the platform. Neither were on their phone. To his right, a businessman was reading the paper. He licked his fingers, turned the page to the comics, and laughed quietly. “What?”
“Alfred Jones. That’s your name. You’re the one I wanted, and I got you. I can undo all of this. This is perfect.”
“Who are you?”
“Sorry, I’m Arthur. That’s.. that’s all I can say. I’m Arthur.”
“You know my last name, but you won’t say yours?”
“I’m sorry, it’s better this way.”
“Is this a prank call?” Alfred breathed more easy at the thought. He straightened up and smiled, “Gilbert, right? I knew it! You’re such a fucking loser.”
“Gilbert is at Elisabeth’s, and you know it. She wouldn’t let him prank you,” the voice, Arthur, spoke.
Alfred’s hold around the phone tightened. “You know Gilbert?”
“I know all of your friends, Alfred. I used to be one.”
A train rolled up to the platform on the other side. Its engine groaned. For two minutes, it stood still, then, with a roar, it took off again. The couple was gone. Alfred glanced up at the sky and noted the stars had started to come out.
“What are you, some.. crazy ex-friend?”
“No, that’s the point. We’ll never be friends. We’ll never meet.”
“Look, I’m about to hang up-” Alfred threatened, but he was cut short by Arthur’s laugh.
“You never hang up on people. You can’t even hang up on sales calls!”
“That’s not true!”
“Remember when you bought a years worth of dog food? - and you didn’t even have a dog!”
Alfred smiled. “Oh yeah, that was pretty dumb. Wait, how’d you know?”
“I told you,” Arthur said, his voice gentle, “I used to be a friend. I used to be your partner.”
A chill ran down Alfred’s spine. He started sweating. How can you sweat when you’re cold, he wondered. Yet he did - patches were forming under his arms, and he started pacing the platform, unnerved.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend,” he added, “I’m not even-”
“Maybe you won’t. I don’t know. Most likely you will. We won’t meet, I won’t get to know.”
“What do you mean, we won’t meet? If you know me so well, we must’ve met!”
“Oh, we have,” Arthur said.
“You’re not making sense.”
“Today is Tuesday the seventeenth of August, 2015. In five minutes, we will meet. I will come on your right. I’m taking the train to the airport. I’m catching a plane home. On the ride, we will talk, we will exchange phone numbers, and I will make you feel things you never thought possible.” Arthur spoke with confidence.
Alfred started pacing the platform with more rapid steps.
“We will chat. On Skype. On Facebook. You’ll upload private Youtube videos, just for me. We will fall in love. We will fall in love deep. And we will never separate. Not in spirit, anyway. It’ll be our downfall.”
“Why?” Alfred asked. His voice came out weak and dry. “What do you mean, downfall?”
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write an imagine with Spencer where the reader is heavily pregnant, they go to a party for the bau, and while she, Morgan and Reid are in the elevator in gets stuck and she goes into labor?! Thanksss! Ps I lovvveed your last piece
Pairing: Reid x Reader
Trigger Warning: None
A/N: I absolutely love this request. I can totally imagine Reid freaking out if this were to actually happen. XD I hope this kind of made sense. I don’t know how giving birth is, so bare with me.
Spencer and Y/N were on their way to the BAU. It was New Year’s Eve and Garcia decided that they were gonna have a party at the office. Spencer was worried, because his lovely girlfriend was currently nine months pregnant and was ready to pop soon. Y/N sighed. “Honey, stop worrying. I can practically feel that you’re freaking out. I’ll be fine.” Spencer glanced at her before returning his eyes in front of him. “I know, it’s just that you could go into labor any minute. I don’t know if it’s wise of us to be going anywhere.” he replied as he parked the car. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger seat and opened the door, extending his hand out for her to grab. Y/N put her hand in his and Spencer helped her get out.
“I’m going to be okay baby. Don’t stress. I swear, you’re more worried than I am. And I’m the one who’s pregnant!” she laughed. Spencer chuckled a bit,”Okay, I guess I am worrying a bit too much.” They walked into the building holding hands. “HEY! Pretty Boy and Pretty Girl! How’s my favorite couple doing?” they heard a deep voice ask. They turned and saw Morgan standing there with a huge grin on his face. “Hi Morgan. We’re doing good. Except Einstein over here is freaking out.” Y/N replied laughing as she hugged Morgan.
Top 5 looks from tonight's birthday celebrations? Mine were Maxima, Mary, Silvia, Martha, and Victoria.
Hello! I didn’t particularly hate any of the looks, but I wasn’t blown away by any of them either. Here are my top 5. :)
1. Crown Princess Marie Chantal - I loved the floral pattern, it was very springy and different from what all the other ladies were wearing. The color palette of the gown was just beautiful. Also she looks fantastic in the Fringe Tiara! 2. Sophie the Countess of Wessex - Probably my favorite thing Sophie owns, if I’m being honest! Yes, it was simple but it was also elegant and the gown fit her like a glove! Her figure was made for a gown like that. I also really liked the Aquamarine Tiara with the green gown.
3. Crown Princess Victoria - Victoria looks stunning in that shade of blue and the off the shoulder style (or cold shoulder) is very in right now, even though the gown is 7 years old! And she also looked stunning in her Fringe Tiara, as usual. My only complaint was that she could’ve used a better hairstyle.
4. PrincessTatiana - The color and style were perfect for her, very flattering. I also would’ve liked to see a different hairstyle on her. And it was another cold shoulder gown!
5. Crown Princess Mary - This definitely isn’t my favorite thing Mary has ever worn but I couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked, and the little lacy shawl she had on the balcony made the look. Her tiara hair and makeup were, as usual, on point as well.
Hello! I saw a post about you having trouble with receiving notes and such? I was just wondering if you got my ficlet idea for John dressing like a "naughty" bunny for his and Bane's first Easter together? He's got ears, white gloves, his face is painted, and he's got a butt plug with a fuzzy white rabbit tail. Maybe Bane is too distracted to be seduced and just wants to pet John's tail? Thank you so much! Your fics are wonderful!
Yes, I was having troubles with notes and losing things! I’m glad you resubmitted!
Aw thank you! I hope you like this. It felt a little crack-y so I tried to give it a go, hope it’s alright. I gave a tweak to the tail bit, hope that was okay!
The idea came as a joke first. He thought of dressing up for Bane on their first Easter, nothing religious or serious for that matter, just present the idea of the Easter rabbit to him.
The more he thought of it, the less joke like it started to become, thinking maybe he could get Bane a little worked up by being very cute and very sexy at once.
So he bought what he needed and got himself ready for Easter.
When the day came, he wasn’t surprised to find his beloved in their bedroom reading about the holiday, trying to understand what rabbits and chicks had to do with the birth of a religious icon. He only looked up when he heard John come into the room.
John had tried to keep it cute but sexy at once. He got himself white gloves and fitted, white boxer briefs that he clipped a bunny tail to the back of. He wore rabbit ears and painted his nose pink, just as an added touch.
“Thought I’d give you a little Easter gift.”
He approached Bane and turned around, showing him his cotton tail and then turned back so he could sit on his lap. He smiled, thinking he’d get a curious look or some questions or a smile but instead, he saw Bane was examining him. His hands smoothed over John’s gloved ones, then went up to his head and stroked his rabbit ears. It was moments at a time and even when he reached his tail, he felt himself being pet.
Bane said nothing, just kept petting him. It wasn’t exactly the reaction John thought he would get.
Bane hummed a bit, stroking his ears again and John sighed a little.
“This is soft.” Bane finally said.
He referred to John’s tail and he kept petting it.
“How is it staying?”
“Where did you even get this?”
“At a shop. Do you like it?”
“It’s nice. Very cute.”
Bane finally looked at him and smiled.
“Not one of your better seduction attempts. But appreciated nonetheless.”
You never traveled this far North. It is cold and beautiful. Frozen lakes and trees. You’re in love with the weird landscape. As soon as you arrived at Winterfell, Cersei shouted all the rules. Not playing in the mug. Not annoying the Starks with your talking. Not walking alone through the castle. A lot of forbidden things. It was obvious to her that you wouldn’t obey. There’s nothing she can do anymore. When you were young you sister used to beat you, telling you over and over again that she’s the queen and you have to do as she says. But it was useless and she got tired of it.
The food at the feast was absolutely wonderful, but you couldn’t eat anymore. You excused yourself and found your way to your room.
You see him through one of the small windows. He was sitting on the ground, with a campfire by his side. You shouldn’t do it, but you’re already running down those halls to find a door that leads you out. You thank the Seven when you find it, and you walk slowly to where the man is sitting. You get shy suddenly, losing your courage. Then you just stand there, a few meters from him.
“Shouldn’t you be at the feast?”
“Yes.” Your voice faints by how rude he is. Maybe you should just go back to your room. “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
“A Lannister apologizing?” He looks up to you, and the hard expression on his face suddenly changes. He seems to be surprised by your beauty.
You’re not like Cersei Lannister, but you don’t have to complain about your appearance. Blonde long hair, pale skin, and dark eyes. You didn’t know where the dark eyes came from, but you love them.
“I’m aware of the Lannister’s fame. I’m happy not to be like the rest of them.” You state and turn to go back to the castle.
“I’m Jon Snow. Lord Stark’s bastard.” The tone of his voice makes you stop. Is he apologizing for being who he is?
“Hello, Jon.” You smile as you turn back to face him. “I wish I could be a bastard. Everything is better than have Cersei as a sister. ”
“What’s your name, my Lady?”
“(Y/N) Lannister. Don’t call me Lady, please.” You sit by the fire, taking your gloves off to warm them with the flames.
“As you wish.” Jon comes to your side. You awkwardly glance at him a few times, not wanting to break the silence. “Do you like the cold?”
“It’s very uncomfortable sometimes. But the snow is wonderful. I couldn’t stop staring.”
“The North is rough.”
“Yes, Tyrion told me that before we leave King’s Landing.” You moved, laying with your back on the cold ground.
“Tyrion is a good man.”
“Have you spoke to him?”
“Yes, my La… (Y/N).” Jon throws something at you. Some kind of blanket. You wrap it around your body.
“Thank you, Jon.”
You wake up in your room, a ray of sunlight on your face. Unfortunately, it was gone in minutes. Breakfast is silent and sad, with your sister trying the best to ruin your day. You eat fast, excited to keep a distance from any Lannister who isn’t Tyrion.
Both of you decide to take a walk through the woods alone, a chance to breathe the freezing air in peace.
“You were talking with Jon yesterday, am I right?”
“Spying again, little brother?” You smile.
“Don’t call me that! I’m much older than you. Show some respect. ” Tyrion pretends to feel insulted, but he laughs soon after his words.
“Yes, I was talking to him. He’s very…”
“Keep your voice down!” You whisper and get on your knees in order to look into your brother’s eyes. “Cersei would lock me up if the wrong person hears this.”
“That’s right. Tell me your plans.” The amused smile on his face makes you laugh, touching his shoulder.
“I don’t have a plan. I just want to talk to him again. ”
“You’re a wise girl, (Y/N). Don’t do this. Falling in love with him will only break your heart.” Tyrion caresses your cheek with sad eyes.
“I’m not happy, anyways. Not at King’s Landing nor at Casterly Rock. I’ll still find a way to run to Asshai, or anywhere far enough from… this.” You go back to your feet, looking down at Tyrion. “I have nothing to lose.”
The sunset can be seen through the clouds, and you take a deep breath. If only you could stay here, live here, things may be a little better. But your hopes used to be crushed by Cersei every time. It’s snowing again, but you want to feel the cold while you still can.
“Am I disturbing your thoughtful moment?”
You turn your head to the voice. Jon’s voice. Even though you only heard it once, it feels like you’ve heard him all your life.
“No. I’m just admiring the snow.” You hold back a smile, trying not to look like an idiot girl who’s so enchanted by something so ordinary as snow. Even though it’s not so ordinary to you.
“I heard that most of your family can’t stand this weather.”
“They’re blind, Jon.”
“Probably.” He stares at you, a small smile on his lips. The wind would make you shiver, but you’re feeling a warm sensation on heart the keeps you still.
“I’ll be leaving in a few days.” You mutter.
“So am I. I intend to join the Night’s Watch.”
Your heart aches with his words. Tyrion was right as usual. You let a laugh escape since all of this has made you nervous. Stupid girl.
“Then I guess we’ll never meet again.” The weight of your voice is louder than the wind, colder than the snow melting on your exposed skin.
“We have today. It’s better than nothing.”
“You’re right.” The kiss he gives you sends all the cold away. You melt in his arms, but soon you pull away. “It’s dangerous here. The queen has any spies.”
“I’m sorry, then.”
“Don’t be. Why don’t you show me the woods, Jon.”
“Sure. Come with me.”
A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.
wake up.” Dean whispered in your ear, his scruff tickling your face. You let
out a whine in protest and shoved your face back into his chest. “Nope come on.
We gotta go.” He sat up, bringing you with him, and ran his hands up and down
more minutes.” You whined and immediately drifted back off to sleep.
what you said the last 5 times I tried waking you up.” Dean chuckled. “And it’s
been 5 more hours.” He sighed in mock exasperation and stood up, pulling you to
your feet, waking you up again.
Hey Tumblr fanatics welcome back to the holiday special, today starring Tony Stark. Keep watch for more to come and if you have an idea on a holiday/winter story send them in and I’ll try to do as many as I can but I might not get through them all. Enjoy!
“No! I’m not doing that!” Tony yelled pushing past you and returning to his work.
La Muerte had no idea what Xibalba was doing, but was convinced that it was no good. Each day, he would try to impress La Noche by some means. He never succeeded in any of these attempts, leaving something to laugh at the end of the day. But yet he continued without fail, to think of ways to win the heart of La Noche.
Of course there could have been other reasons as well. La Noche was, without a doubt, beautiful. She is the twin sister of La Muerte, so there was no denying that. And she ruled her own land, just as La Muerte did.
But unfortunately, through his many failed attempts to gain La Noche, she had grown a little egotistical about the whole matter. “It’s so entertaining how Xibalba tries to pursue me with no success.” La Noche noted to her sister, on one of their days out and about. They had decided to walk among the streets of San Angel, passing through their cemetery. They were talking about their respective lands and what sort of things have been going on when suddenly, the subject of Xibalba came up. “Sister, please stop playing with the affections of poor Xibalba.” La Muerte asked of La Noche. Even someone as cruel as Xibalba, doesn’t deserve to have his emotions played with. “Are you joking? With Xibalba “in love” with me, he’s been too distracted to torture mortals! Or terrorize those forgotten in his land. You of all people, should be glad I’ve put a stop to his reign of terror.“
La Muerte paused for a moment. What La Noche spoke of was true. Why should she interfere? Obviously, everyone seemed happier off with Xibalba pursuing La Noche. Even La Noche was beginning to enjoy the attention. But she just couldn’t shake off the feeling that Xibalba was planning something.
"It still would be nice if a gentleman would court you so earnestly.” La Muerte continued with. Scoffing, La Noche barked back, “Like El Chamuco, right?” La Muerte could barely hold back the growl. “Not like that La Noche…” Rolling her eyes, La Noche, walked a little bit faster. Xibalba had shown up again.
He wore a very ghoulish grin on his face. “Ladies…” He began with. “Not another attempt Xibalba…” La Noche started of with, before a raised, gloved hand stopped her. “Now, now, La Noche, I know my many attempts to win your affection have failed before but this time I’m sure…“ "Yes well, no thank you.” And with that, she flashed herself to her realm in an instant, leaving La Muerte and Xibalba by themselves.
Sighing, La Muerte, with half-effort, gave him a respectful bow. “Hello Xibalba, ruler of the Land of the Forgotten.” And looked back up, almost expecting him not to be there at all. (It wouldn’t be the first time.) But he was still there. He was standing very still, it seemed, wide-eyed, and staring directly at La Muerte. She was confused by his sudden stiffness. When she reached out to nudge him, he jumped back, almost as if she had tried to attack him. Eyes still wide, and wings sprung out to life, he was gone in an instant.
La Muerte tried to make sense of exactly what had happened.
Xibalba was in his lair. Breathing heavily, practically gasping for air, heart thumping incredibly fast, even for godly standards. He wasn’t sure what had happened in him. One second he was looking at La Muerte, ruler of the Land of the Remembered, twin sister of La Noche. Occasionally annoying to him, and even down right stubborn. And the next, he was looking at the most beautiful goddess in all the realms. Her beautiful white shimmering skin, the fire in her eyes that seemed hot enough to burn even the hottest of volcanos. The way she spoke, the way she moved. Shaking his head, he tried to get the visions of La Muerte’s smile and her wonderful sugar-skull candy skin out of his mind. It was difficult, but he managed.
Backing up into a wall, Xibalba slid carelessly and struck the floor.
In all of his existence, he has never felt this way for a creature. It was such a pure feeling, pure ecstasy. The look of her face, the feel of her skin. Absolutely everything, was wonderfully flawless of her entire being. What had caused this sudden change? Surely that one glance at La Muerte couldn’t have spiraled into this emotional madness… Could it? Or was it, perhaps, just how he had always felt for her, and only now did he realize just how much he had unconsciously loved her from afar.
Oh, just saying her name was sweet, sweet music to his ears. He wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to have her so close to him, it hurt. And he wasn’t sure how, but he would win the heart of the wonderful La Muerte. No matter what.
And thus a plan was born. A truly ill-conceived, desperate plan in the attempt to win the heart of La Muerte. He made a bet with her.
Now, of course, Xibalba was not one to be utterly blunt with his feelings first hand. It took him many weeks, months, almost years to persuade himself to give this plan a try before it was too late. He wasn’t exactly sure how he would be able to put it gently to La Muerte that he found her to be the most beautiful woman ever to be created without the likely chance of her being completely put off. But he soon found out that she was not one to turn down a bet. No matter how foolish or completely rigged it may have seemed.
“How about a littler wager?” Xibalba asked, after he practically poured his heart out to La Muerte. She didn’t seem at all disgusted, but much more surprised that he felt this way for her (which was a complete relief on his part). The corner of her mouth twitched up, revealing in that moment, her love for a good bet. “What kind of wager do you have in mind, Balbi?” She asked him, grinning as he winced at the childish nickname she had given him when they first met.
“I bet that I can win your heart. Of course, if we spent some, quality time, together.” Xibalba said, hinting, and raised a single eyebrow. La Muerte merely rolled her eyes. “Fine, then I bet I will not fall in love with you.” She said earnestly. “If you win, then I will marry you.” She said, which caused Xibalba’s wings to pop out. “But if I win… then, you will stop torturing the mortals, or at least not as harshly as you did before.” She said with a smirk, as Xibalba’s smile turned into a harsh glare. She only winked, which he was taken back by, as he contemplated on the stakes.
Playing with the mortals were some of his favorite pastimes. To think that he would have to restrain himself… It was almost enough to make him call it off. But, shaking his head, he couldn’t lose this one chance to have La Muerte love him as much as he had grown to love her. With a shake of their hands, the wager was set.
Now it would only be appropriate, that by this time, La Noche had taken an interest in Xibalba, herself. She was actually a little flattered by how much he had tried to pursue her after all this time. And was willing to marry him, if he proposed. But alas, he never did. He had fallen in love with her sister. At first, the news of Xibalba and La Muerte’s bet that had received much talk over the realms far above and below had almost angered her.
How dare he! He bothered her for so long, only to have given up, trying to take La Muerte instead? This was almost enough to make La Noche lose her dinner. But thinking it over, she had to admit that with all of the rejections she had given him, it was only a matter of time before he would have grown tired and wanted to find someone new. But his sister? Of all the goddesses he could have picked on, he chose to bother her?
La Noche couldn’t stand the thought of La Muerte stuck with that god. She tried to reason with her. “La Muerte! Listen to me! You can’t fall in love with him! How can a man just decide he wants someone who happens to look exactly like a person he once loved?” La Muerte only rolled her eyes, “La Noche, I don’t plan on falling in love. If I win, then he won’t be able to simply kill mortals again.” She said, trying to reassure La Noche it would never happen. “I can promise you that I won’t lose this bet.”
“(Y/N)?” Austin’s voice said from the other end of the line.
“No, this is Patrick.” I end the phone call and resume cooking my most famous lasagna. I’m about to put it in the oven when my phone starts ringing. I quickly put the bowl of lasagna into the preheated oven and scurry over to the island where my phone was. I take off my oven gloves and put it near my phone before picking it up and answering.
"Why did you hang up on me?"
"I only hung up because i was busy making lasagna for you and I was in a rush to make it.”
“Well your stupid lasagna can wait cause I have important ne— wait? Your famous lasagna?”
"Yes, my famous lasagna, but since you said it was stupid you won’t have any. Ha!” I laugh evilly into the phone.
“You’re mean! C’mon, I’m sorry princess. I take back what I said about your precious food."
"Too late, babe.” I smile into the phone and play with small pieces of the gloves.
“Oh, just watch how you’ll give in to me when I get home.” He says.
“I highly doubt that. Love you!”
“Love you too!” And the phone call ends.
A/N: Wow this came out bad but I needed to post something!
Dude. This ask gave me at least five different ideas, and I feel like these memes always give me GREAT ideas, but I never write anything off them, but THIS ONE. Buddy, you did a number on me with this one, so I’m gonna write it for real. Here’s some of what I’ve been working with, just to prove I’m actually gonna do it:
Steve doesn’t realize his mistake until it’s too late.
A flash of light erupts from the portal and engulfs the room, and when it clears and Steve’s eyes readjust, Bucky is standing in front of him. They gape at each other for a moment, taking stock. Bucky is wearing dark gloves and a peacoat, his hair cut short and his face shaved in a way that makes him look younger than Steve expected. His cheeks and nose are red from the cold, and he stares up at Steve with a look that’s either horror or overwhelming joy, or some mix of the two. It’s like Austria all over again, and Steve can’t tell what he should do or say, or if Bucky can remember him at all. He tries to give him space, but Bucky sways on his feet, looking so crushed and so young, and Steve can’t help but reach out to steady him.
Bucky surges forward and kisses him, right on the mouth, gloved hands cupping Steve’s cheeks.
Steve stumbles a little, hands hovering over Bucky’s waist without really touching. He can’t believe Bucky would do this, especially now, after everything that’s happened. After so many years spent agonizing and wondering, Steve thought he had buried this little guilty dream, but the softness of Bucky’s lips is enough to make him unravel. His brain shorts out when Bucky sucks at his bottom lip and licks into his mouth, and all the questions melt away. He drags Bucky closer, earning a beautiful moan as he clutches Bucky’s hips, and pours all of his apologies and years of longing into kissing Bucky as hot and desperate as he can manage. It’s heaven, and god, do they deserve it.
By the time Bucky pulls away, Steve’s half hard in his pants, and barely remembers the other people in the room. Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Natasha have all stepped back a little, and Steve can feel them watching, not even bothering to be inconspicuous with their shock.
Steve can’t bring himself to care about the audience - not with Bucky smiling at him like he’s the only person in the room.
Bucky runs a gloved finger over Steve’s lips, and lets out a little laugh. “I am so dead,” he mumbles. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”
Hello! I love your art so much! It's so beautiful! Is English your second language? You're doing great, if it is. Can I ask Faith sans a little question? Since you have 1 arm, and you wear a glove, if you were to buy a pair of gloves, would you throw one out or keep one as a spare?
Thank you~!Yes, English is my second language, and I started to train it by using Tumblr when I stared to draw pictures of Undertale XDD And there is Faith’s answer