i already said it in a tag its a rocking chair for two

Between the Pages - A Tree Bros WIP

Evan just needed a book to finish his essay. 

Hey, guys!! So I made a little post earlier about the fic I’m in the process of writing. I realize it’s going to be a bit longer before I’m ready to release it on AO3 so I decided to post the first little bit. I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope that I don’t leave you guys waiting too long after this!!

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Warnings: Language. Negan. FLUFF?? Daddy Negan- both ways. 

Request: Can you do DaddyneganxY/N he has y/n for the night & it was just getting hot when his lil girl(4yrs) has a nightmare &crys out to him Y/n hears him whisper princess worriedly &leaps up to go comfort her y/n follows him &sees his lil girl curled up on his lap crying begging to sleep in his bed as shes scared Negan notice y/n at the door &look at her with sorry eyes y/n picks up his lil girl &says should we go have a cuddle with daddy, they curl up in bed as a 3 with cuddle & kissy fluff please 😍 - anon 

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon! Sorry it is short, but I hope you enjoy! Hit up the ask box to tell how you liked it!!

Negan was laying on top of you, your lips locked in fiery passion. His hands snaking their way down your body till he reached the waistband of your jeans. He chuckled against your lips when he felt you raise your hips to grind into him.

“You really want daddy’s cock don’t you?”, he asked smugly grinding his hips agonizing slow on yours. He slipped one on his hands into your jeans and he slowly rubbed your through your panties.

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Timeless (part fourteen--END)

Summary: Things escalate quickly when Tony starts teasing you at the party.

Bucky x Reader. FLUFF Word count: 734

TW: teasing

A/N: This is the last chapter of a fourteen part series. If you’d like to be added to my tag list for future fics, just let me know! Also, thank you to those who have stayed with me through this series- all of the positive feedback really means a lot to me!!!

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Bucky escorted you over to a couch and helped you sit down before heading over to the bar to get drinks for the two of you. Natasha was bartending, so you knew they’d be strong. As you waited for Bucky to return, people would occasionally walk by and give you a friendly wave or a smile and head nod. You could tell that everyone already knew the story behind your ankle—Sam was notorious for spreading gossip throughout the tower.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mom sitting all by herself at the party,” said Tony, drink in hand.

“Watch it, Stark. I’m not in the mood,” you replied.

“Aww, does your ankle still hurt from your little date? It’s always sweet to see old folks still seeking true love,”

I said watch it, Stark,” you repeated.

“Wait, does this mean Barnes is gonna be our new daddy? Or should I say grandpa? I think the cane might elevate your status,” said Tony.

“Stark. Go. NOW,” said Bucky. He had returned from the bar and was standing just inches behind Tony, a drink in each hand. His words startled Tony, making him jump. Tony started walking away as Bucky sat down.

“I guess I’ll leave grandma and grandpa alone to talk about the good old days. Hey, maybe I can find some rocking chairs for—“ Tony stumbled as something caught under his feet, causing him to spill his drink on his shirt. Bucky had pushed your cane out under Tony’s feet, tripping him.

“Dammit, Barnes! You did that on purpose, you asshole,” Tony yelled as he turned around.

“Did what on purpose?” asked Bucky as you tried not to burst out in laughter.

“You know damn well what you did, Manchurian Candidate,” Tony hissed.

“ENOUGH! ANTHONY EDWARD STARK!” you shouted as you slowly stood up. The room became silent and all eyes were on you.

“Look Tony, I’ve been pretty tolerant up to this point, but I’m done. The old people jokes aren’t funny anymore, and you shouldn’t be so mean to Bucky. I know he can defend himself, but I’m telling you this now because I know that one of these days you’ll probably run your mouth and Bucky’ll punch you square in the face, and not even Helen will be able to make you look like your old self again. Now, I’m not usually one for revenge, but if you’re gonna make grandma jokes, I’m gonna be a grandma. And what does every proud grandmother do? She shows off pictures of her grandchildren. Hey FRIDAY! I need you to project an image off of my private network drive. File name: ‘Nanny,’” Upon your request, FRIDAY projected a photograph onto the wall behind you.

“Recognize anyone?” you asked.

“That’s obviously you, but who’s the kid you’re holding?” asked Steve from across the room.

“None other than Tony Stark. I was his nanny from the time he was one until just before his third birthday. I was actually the one who started calling him ‘Tony.’ Up until Howard and Maria hired me, everyone called him Anthony. Now I’m feeling kind of tired—us old people tend to get a little sleepy—so I’m gonna head out,” You then hobbled over to the elevator, Bucky following close behind with a huge smile on his face. You smiled and waved at everyone as the elevator doors closed. Everyone was laughing and Tony’s face was beet red and you knew he wouldn’t be making rude comments toward you or Bucky for at least a few weeks. You felt a little bit bad for calling him out so publicly, but you figured you’d wait a couple of days and then maybe apologize, so long as he did so first. As the elevator began its return to your floor, Bucky planted a kiss on your forehead.

“That was easily one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed,” said Bucky.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve been waiting years for an excuse to pull out that picture and I finally got my opportunity,” you said with a grin.

“Hey, you know how I said I’d try to come up with a better nickname for you than ‘mom?’ Well, I think I’ve got it,” He wrapped his arms around your waist and planted another kiss, this time on your neck.

“Oh, and what would that be?” you asked.


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600 Follower Celebration fic for @lakama15

Summary: You and Dean are teachers in rival departments at your school.

warnings: none

word count: ~1100

You were writing the next day’s ‘Do-Now’ on the board, eager to get home and have a glass of wine after the ridiculous staff meeting that afternoon.  Test scores had come in, and that always meant that the departments were comparing themselves to each other, everyone wanting the students to do better in their subject area than anyone else’s.

Because no, you couldn’t want the students to do well in all subjects, that was just preposterous!

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Big Bad Wolf

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Pairing: Past John x Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Sam friend!Reader
Word count: 899
Warnings: Swearing

Part 3 of Unwanted

By the time you were 8 months pregnant, you finally had a name. Sam had picked her first name, and Dean picked the middle. Her first name, Alessa, meant ‘protector of humanity’. He said it was perfect, because it was in her blood. You thought it was a beautiful name, and that if fate dealt her the hunter’s life, it was true. Her middle name, Juliette, because he just liked how it went with Alessa. And he could call her ‘AJ’.

Both boys had to take turns visiting the past couple months, as it was getting increasingly difficult to get away. It was the time of year- fall- that seemed to make a hunter’s life extremely busy. Alessa was due mid-October, and you were hoping that she stuck to that time line. You knew that you could have her as late as Halloween, according to your doctor.

Stirring the sauce for dinner, you chuckled when you heard Dean’s voice carry. “Son of a bitch!” He groaned, coming out, nursing a sore thumb. “Did you have to pick such small letters?” He asked, shaking his hand. “The nails are tiny!”

You smiled at him. “I told you it could wait.” You reminded him.

“Her nursery is almost done. You’re due in a month, and I want everything situated for you.” He told you.

“Either way, sit. Have a beer.” You motioned to table. “If you eat all your vegetables, I bought pie.” You teased him, earning a mock glare. “You love me and you know it.”

Dean sighed as he sat down. “Yeah, yeah. So they say.” He grinned.

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The Best Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,589

A/N: Part five to the Raindrops series! This one doesn’t really have a plot as much as the next part will – it’s sort of a buildup. And once again, without Fem, I would never have been able to write this! She deals with my lack of grammar skills and procrastination like a pro. Oh, and don’t forget to let me know if you’d like a part six!



Even breaths sent chills down your neck. Dean’s nose was pressed against your ear, his lips grazed your jaw.

Your body felt heavy, as if you woke up with a foot of snow holding your back flush against Dean’s chest. Some part of you had been craving comfort like this for ages, another told you to stand up and avoid an awkward confrontation.

A door slammed somewhere in the distance. You remained still in Dean’s embrace just as he woke up.

He sighed heavily and opened his eyes. You shut your own, quickly. His hand slid down your arm and you felt him move underneath you. Carefully, he placed your head onto a pillow and lifted the blanket up and over your shoulders.

It was then you decided to pretend to wake up.

“Mm.” You hummed, slowly beginning to stretch.

“Hey.” You whispered, eyes staring up at Dean’s back.

He turned around with one hand in his hair, “Hey.”

His voice was thick with sleep.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You didn’t. I think I heard something.” You sat up, clutching the blanket around your waist.

“It’s probably Sammy.” Dean began walking out from the room. “I’ll go check on him.”

You stood up and wrapped the blanket around yourself until it resembled the robes of an ancient sorcerer. Without Dean to guide you, you wandered around the halls in search of your room.

“I’m not that bad at directions.” You whispered to yourself. You turned another corner, only to find metal numbers that read 72.

“Almost.” You whispered and kept walking.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice made you jump.

You spun around. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” He asked before looking you up and down. “And why do you look like a burrito?”

“I’m trying to find my room.” You continued walking, “And a burrito? Really?”

You heard him laugh softly to himself. “What’s wrong with a burrito?”

“I thought I look a lot cooler. Like a sorcerer or something.”

He shook his head with a smile.

“You’re going the wrong way. Come on.” He motioned for you to follow him.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and tried keeping up with his strides. After what seemed like an eternity, you reached your room.

“Thanks.” You opened the door and stepped inside.

_ _ _ _ _

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam asked the back of his brothers head. Dean was pouring oil into a pan.

“In her room.” Dean grabbed a ladle and began pouring pancake batter to form small circles.

Sam turned a page in the newspaper, “Are those chocolate chips?”


“In the batter.”

“Yeah. So?” Dean raised a brow at his little brother.


Dean flipped a pancake onto a plate.

“Did you end up calling Garth?”

“No, actually. It was a pretty clean case.” Sam took a sip of his orange juice. “Did you end up asking Y/N out?”

Dean’s spatula froze mid air.

“What did you just say?”

“I gave you the perfect chance!” Sam exclaimed, a smile fighting its way onto his face.

“Chance?” Dean looked at his brother, careful not to be too loud.

“Whatever.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Just eat your damn pancakes.” Dean said gruffly as he slid his brother a plateful.

“Did I hear someone say pancakes?” You practically skipped down the steps. You took the seat next to Sam.

“Hey.” He greeted, then dragged the bottle of orange juice across the countertop. “Want some?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You watched him pour it, “Are those chocolate chip?” You eyed his plate curiously.

“Yeah, Dean made them just for y-”

“Here!” Dean exclaimed, throwing a hard glare in his brother’s direction.

Pancakes were stacked high with practically a mountain of whipped cream on top. While you busied yourself with the cream and berries, Dean walked around the kitchen and kicked his brother’s stool. Sam gripped the edge of the counter.

“Real mature, Dean.” Sam said.

“What?” You looked up, mouth full of food. Both Sam and Dean rolled their eyes, seemingly at each other.

“You guys have got to stop doing that.” You stabbed a chocolate chip with your fork.

“Doing what?” They said in unison.

You stood up to grab a napkin, “That.”

While wiping the corners of your mouth you continued, “You guys always talk to each other without even talking!” You exclaimed.

Dean looked at Sam.

“See!” You pointed out.

Both men furrowed their brows at you.

You shook your head and continued eating.

“Anyways,” Sam spun back around on his stool, “I think I found a case.”

Mid-chew, you turned to him while squinting your eyes. “We just finished one.”

“She’s right, Sammy.” Dean pressed a palm against the counter, leaning his weight onto one arm. “And you just took one yesterday.”

You nodded and scooped up some whipped cream.

“I think it’s a shifter, Dean.” Sam pressed.

“Hey, look-” You shoved a forkful of whipped cream into your mouth, “I can call a hunter friend of mine. He’ll gladly take the case.”

“Who is he?” Dean asked.

“A friend of mine, don’t worry. I trust the guy.” You wiped the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll handle it.” Dean said.

“Huh?” Sam turned to his brother. “Y/N just offered us a break.”

“Come on, Sammy. She doesn’t need to call in any favors with her friend. We’ll handle it.” Dean assured Sam.

Sam shrugged and looked at you.

“I’m in.” You said.

Dean walked around the side of the table and shoved a finger in your pile of whipped cream before licking it clean and walking up the stairs.

“Now it’s ruined.” You sighed.

Sam just laughed and folded the newspaper back up neatly.

_ _ _ _ _

“Haven’t seen a shifter in years.” Dean said from the driver’s seat. “Remember the one with the baby?”

“Baby?” You asked.

Sam nodded, “We took care of a shifter baby.”

You nearly laughed. “A shifter baby?”

“It changed every five seconds!” Dean said.

You poked around a bag of gummy bears, smiling. Outside the car the sun was just beginning to set. Streaks of orange and yellow painted the sky. You shoved your hand into your pocket and pulled out your phone. After unlocking it, you squeezed the bag of gummy bears between your thighs and held the phone horizontally, aiming its camera towards the front window. The shutter sounded.

“Get my good side.” Dean joked.

“I didn’t know you had one.” You watched Dean roll his eyes through the rear-view mirror.

Sam smirked before saying, “Anyways, we should be there in a couple minutes.” He pointed left and Dean took the turn.

You gathered your hair up into a ponytail, allowing some strands to fall loose.

“Where are we supposed to find the shifter?” You asked, popping a yellow bear into your mouth.

“According to one of the witnesses,” Sam passed back a newspaper clipping with a photo of a middle aged woman. She was frowning. “Her husband took the car to the forest and never came back.”

“So, maybe the dude’s on a vacation.” Dean said.

“That’s what I thought also, but then she said that her husband’s car was still gone when she saw him in their bedroom.” Sam said.

“Wait, but then how did she survive? Wouldn’t the shifter kill her?” You asked. Dean agreed by turning to Sam and raising his brows.

“Apparently, she realized he was acting strange and when he tried to grab her, she hit him with a lamp and ran out the back door.” Sam said. “When police found her, she was hysterical. She told them a man with silver eyes was chasing her.”

Dean’s mouth formed an ‘O’.

“Definitely our kind of thing.” He added, steering the car into a motel parking lot.

You lifted up your duffel from the floor of the backseat. A candy wrapper clung to it.

“Sweet tooth?” You asked Dean, holding the wrapper in one hand. He took it from you and crumpled it up, tossing it into the rusted trashcan outside the entrance.

Sam already went inside and you watched him go back and forth with the manager.

“Sir, there are three of us. Do you see how that’s an issue?” Sam stared at the man. Dean walked up behind his brother. He eyed the manager curiously.

“I understand that, but we only have one room available!” He exclaimed.

“Okay, look-” Dean began. You placed a hand on his arm.

“Louis?” You looked at the manager’s name tag. He nodded and gave you a smile. “Louis, we need two rooms.”

“Ma’am, as I just said-”

“I see three keys on the board behind you.” You pointed and he turned to look.

“Those two,” he motioned to the top rack of keys, “are reserved for our regulars.”

“If one of your regulars shows up, I’ll clear the room. Promise.” You said. The brothers looked at you.

Reluctantly, Louis unhooked a key and pressed it into your palm. Dean slid a wad of cash towards the man who immediately counted it.

“All you gotta do is be nice.” You said, walking in between Sam and Dean.

“I was being nice.” Sam said while eyeing the numbers on the doors.

“Whatever you say.” You found room 24 and shoved the key into the lock.

“Twenty minutes?” Dean said while stepping into his room.

“Sounds good.” You answered.

When the lock finally gave in, you took a look around the room. “Not bad.” You whispered. For the first time in nearly a year, there were no stains on the carpet. The kitchen was clean, and there was a television across from the bed which you dropped your duffel bag onto.

You entered the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. The bruises on your wrists were nearly completely gone. While on the toilet, you looked over your ankle. You hadn’t peeled off the bandages that Dean wrapped last night.

_ _ _ _ _

“You still got some of that sandwich?” Dean poked around Sam’s bag.

“Dude.” Sam smacked his brother’s hand away, “I already ate half of it.”

“So?” Dean scrunched up his face. Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out a paper bag, shoving it at Dean’s chest.

Dean sat down at the small table. The chair legs were uneven, and he rocked from side to side as he ate.

“Sammy.” Dean looked up towards his brother.

“Yeah?” Sam said without turning around. He continued to search for something on his phone.

“Do you think,” He placed the sandwich down, “that Y/N would stay in the bunker?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I asked. Would she?”

Sam put down the phone and crossed his arms, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“I knew you liked her!”

“Do not.” Dean stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Do too.” The brothers bickered as if they were teenagers again. “I saw her all wrapped up in your blanket this morning.”

“I didn’t screw her, Sam.” Dean walked over to the trash can, tossing his napkin into it. “We just…slept together.”

The younger Winchester sat on the bed, “So, nothing happened at all?”

“No. I just held her.” Dean said.

Sam stared at him.

“And it was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

Sam nodded, and without another word he walked into the bathroom.

_ _ _ _ _

The drive down to the forest was shorter than you had expected. Within less than thirty minutes, you stood in front of the tallest trees you had ever seen. Darkness settled between each branch. You weren’t able to see more than a couple yards ahead of yourself. You felt something cool touch the back of your hand.

“You’re going to need this.” Dean handed you a silver blade.

“I got bullets.”

“This is backup.” He said and began to trudge into the forest.

With each footstep, leaves crunched beneath your boots. Sam turned his flashlight on and shone it in front of you. He motioned to continue going straight.

Somewhere to your left, a branch snapped.

“Did you hear that?” You whispered to Dean.

He placed an arm in front of your chest and you stopped. Sam aimed his flashlight in that direction.

“I’ll go check it out.” He said and Dean nodded.

“What if he left?” You asked a couple minutes later.


“The shifter, dummy.”

“He didn’t. They always come back to where they live.” Dean said and stopped walking. “Did you hear that?” He asked.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’.

“Listen.” He whispered so low you hardly heard. Then again, you heard the same movement you had earlier. Instinctively you gripped his arm.

“Stay here.” He said and you slowly released your grip. “Don’t move.” Dean’s eyes locked with yours. You cocked your gun.

Dean hadn’t walked ten steps ahead before a shadow pounced on him.

“Dean!” You shouted and ran over. You heard him grunt as he punched at the shapeshifter.

You had never seen one so powerful. Each punch sent Dean sliding into the grass.

You pulled the trigger two times, only aiming at its legs.

“Dean, move!” You shouted, but Dean continued throwing punches. When you shot for the third time, the bullet hit bone.

The shifter ran in the other direction, limping.

“Nice moves, Rocky.” You looked at Dean whose chest was heaving. He smiled, his teeth visible in the dark.

“We should find Sam.” Dean said and you agreed. “The shifter might already look like me.”

“Two Deans?” You smiled, “Too much sass.”

“I’m not sassy.”

You continued walking alongside him. The forest seemed to get larger and larger, encapsulating you.

“Did we leave a trail?” You asked suddenly.

“We’ll figure it out.” He said.

“Good plan.” You said sarcastically.

“Oh, I’m the one with sass?” Dean joked.

You stopped short.

“What?” Dean turned around.

“Sh.” You heard a rustling behind you. Dean immediately raised his gun.

“There!” You saw movement. The shifter stepped out from behind a tree.

“Oh my god.” You said once you saw it.

“It’s not the first time.” Dean said, looking at himself.

You stepped closer to shifter Dean. It ran up to you in a blur and grabbed your neck.

You raised your knee and hit it in the stomach. It loosened its grip.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted. The shifter ran around you and stood by Dean.

You tried to tell them apart by the guns. Dean’s was silver, you knew that; but it was too dark to see.

“Y/N.” One of them said.

“Dean.” You whispered, eyes flicking between the two.

“It’s me.” The one on the left said.

“Prove it.” You nearly begged.

“You like chocolate chip waffles!”

You exhaled relief.

“Your socks have cats on them.” The other one said and immediately you froze.

“Y/N, test me.” The one on the right said. “Come here and test me.”

You walked over and pulled the blade out from your jacket. Immediately, the other Dean grabbed your arm and spun you around, holding a gun against your temple.

“Move and I’ll shoot her.” Dean’s voice said. Hot tears built up in your eyes.

“Let her go.” Dean was lowering his weapon.

“Can’t do that.” He said and immediately you were being dragged, inhumanly fast.

“Let her go!” Dean’s voice bounced off the trees and towards you. Dean’s knees turned to jello. He pressed his palm against a tree trunk to keep himself up.

“Fuck.” He whispered before shouting. “Fuck!”

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Top of the World

Pairing: NozoMaki
Words: 1,950
Summary: Nozomi was an excellent reader. She read Maki like a book, never failing to predict the next chapter. Maki, on the other hand, held a novel written in a foreign language.
Note: Happy Valentine’s Day @rins-legs! A gifto from me to you for @international-idols‘ V-day event! I hope my secret sources were right and you do like nozomaki, otherwise im sorry but take it anyway

The party pooper, they called her. Maki, of course, rolled her eyes at the feeble insults thrown her way. She would not be riding the biggest roller coaster in the amusement park, regardless of her friend’s remarks. She wasn’t afraid, not in the slightest. The only thing truly stopping her was the ride’s hidden camera, and the last thing she wanted was a repeat of that incident.

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dogmatix  asked:

fic prompt: Kit stuck his fangs cautiously out of Tin's helmet into the acrid, smoke-filled air.

{{ This was going to be short and cute and then I had to mention I was watching NCIS and someone decided to take that and RUN with it… *taps foot grumpily*}}

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Prophet City: Part Two

A Dean x Reader / Superhero!Au

Part One

A/N: Terribly sorry for the delay in putting this out. I’ve been super busy with work but hopefully very soon I’ll have more time to write. I love this series, I love writing it, and I hope you love it too. Please, please, let me know what you think. I thrive off your feedback! xo

Word Count: 3,062

Other Characters: Jo

- language.
- mild violence.
- walking in the dark alone (idk if that’s a trigger, just don’t ever do that)

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*gifs are not mine.

Dean’s hand continued to rest along the small of your back as he guided you to the plush, red chair that was placed neatly in from of his desk. You sat down, resting your ruined purse at your feet.

Looking around his office, you noticed how well decorated it was, how everything seemed to have its own place. A specific painting caught your eye, hung along the left wall. It was one you’d recognize anywhere, a graffiti painting of a man with a bandana around his mouth, throwing a bouquet of flowers. One of your favorites.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you please write a jinmark one, where Mark is an underground rapper and Jinyoung is an idol, and they fall in love, but none of Marks friends like Jinyoung because he is an idol (idols being something underground rappers look down on)? You can decide if it is happy or sad ending, thank you :) ♡


warnings: slight mentions of alcohol

author: kimmi

( This prompt set so many feels in me asdfghjkl i hope you like it anon also i hope its alright i didn’t follow some of the prompt)

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--All I Need

            Bail Organa sighed heavily, and massaged his temples tiredly. It had been at least thirty-six standard hours since he had last slept, possibly longer—in the flurry of frantic activity after the birth of the twins, Padmé’s death, and the rushed flight from Polis Massa, keeping careful record of the last time he had slept had not been at the top of his priority list—and he was beginning to truly feel the effects of the long hours awake. Closing his eyes, the senator allowed both of his hands to fall to the desktop with a quiet thud, his chin drooping to rest on his chest.

            His exhaustion ran deeper than mere lack of sleep, however. The last week had been one terrible, horrifying nightmare—and Bail knew it was only the beginning of the darkness. The future stretched out before them, and for the first time, Bail found that he could not see how the next day, the next week, the next month would be shaped. The dance of politics that had wielded the galaxy, shaping and molding, was no more. The puppeteer’s strings had been cut. Now there was only a twisting, confusing mass of tangled knots and empty, fluttering strings. Now there was a new puppet master, and all the rules had changed.

            So much is lost, he thought despairingly. Amidala. The Jedi. The Republic. And there would be more death in the days to come. More sorrow. More tragedy. More fire and blood and the shattering of hope. How did it come to this? How did we fall so far, so quickly?

            “Not so quickly,” a quiet voice whispered in his thoughts. “The first cracks were visible years ago, the rot growing right beneath your nose. But none of saw it; all of you were blind. Even you. Especially you.”

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how would both teams act when they have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed their newborn baby?

Haruka:  The baby’s cry from the next room over woke him up, and his partner stirred a moment later.  A look was exchanged before they rolled back over, knowing it was Haru’s turn to feed them.  He rose to his feet slowly at first, having been far more deeply asleep this time than the previous, before quickly hurrying to his child’s side.  Laying them against his chest, the new father stroked their back as he hurried to prepare their bottle in the kitchen.  Every minute that passed filled him with anxiety as the baby continued to cry.  Only once the two were seated at the kitchen table, bottle in mouth, did they calm at last.  Haruka sighed, relishing the return of the quiet and hoping his partner wasn’t too disturbed.  These nights were taking their toll on both him and his partner, but the affection and fascination he had for the small infant settled over his feelings of fatigue as he watched them feed in the quiet, moonlit kitchen.

Makoto:  “Makoto,”  The groan and shake on his arm finally broke his slumber, and as his eyes opened the baby’s cry finally became audible to him.  ”Makoto, it’s your turn…” his partner forced out hazily.  He exhaled slowly, quickly moving heavy, reluctant limbs out from beneath the covers, “Yeah, sorry…” he muttered worriedly to them, shuffling to his infant’s side.  Makoto had never been a morning person, and these shifts had been far more difficult than he anticipated.  Each one woke his partner, of course, because he always slept through the crying, and he felt very guilty about how little sleep they must be getting.  As he fed their child, the half-asleep father sighed in something like contentment.  He wouldn’t necessarily miss this routine, and he certainly didn’t feel as though he was completing his nightly responsibilities perfectly, but it was still an exciting feeling.  A new baby, a new chapter in life- Makoto still almost couldn’t believe it.  There was nothing he would trade this for.

Nagisa:  The two adults stirred in their sleep, the baby’s cries sounding loudly from the next room over.  ”You go…” they whined to Nagisa, pulling their blanket tighter around them.  He returned their whine, “But it’s your turn…”  They were silent for a moment as the baby cried louder, and they sighed, preparing to unbundle themselves.  ”I’ll go,” Nagisa whispered, kissing their head before sliding out of the sheets.  Taking a few initially unsteady steps, he hustled to the child and their cries faded away as the bottle was prepared.  He’d been able to tell his partner wasn’t taking the routine as well that night.  Usually he was the one struggling to keep up with his half of the work, but for their sake he had forced himself up.  ”Besides,” he though, smiling at the baby, “What’s better than spending time with you?  Once I’m awake anyway.”

Rei:  The alarm buzzed next to Rei’s head, and he quickly silenced it.  This system the new parents came up with allowed them to alternate feeding the baby while hopefully maximizing the sleep they each would get, as newborns needed to be fed between every 90 and 120 minutes.  Despite how tired he was, Rei was able to prepare the bottle and gather the baby from the crib with an alert focus and precise touch.  Grateful they hadn’t yet begun to cry, he settled into the nursery’s rocking chair and waited for his child to begin eating.  Rei smiled while he watched them.  Even at his most exhausted, he always found himself smiling down at their soft, equally sleepy face.  This time was something he actually cherished, a moment where they were alone and everything was quiet, and he knew soon they would outgrow this stage of life, never to return.  So, when Rei tucked them back in, he stroked their thin hair and lingered just a second longer, before returning to his own room.

Rin:  Eyes opening slowly, Rin turned to his partner in bed beside him.  The baby was crying, and they seemed to be sleeping through it.  It was their turn but Rin slid out of bed in their place, figuring he may as well tend to the baby since he was awake.  Besides, he loved seeing them, even if it meant sleepless nights.  Rin cradled them against his chest, patting their back gently and cooing to them as he walked the familiar path towards the kitchen.  Their cries hiccuped, returning in full force as they were left in their special chair as he tended to the bottle.  "Come on…“ he mumbled, hurrying over to begin feeding them.  "I was only gone a second.”  A soft smile appeared as he watched them eagerly drink.  This wasn’t getting old, and Rin wondered if it ever would.

Sousuke:  The alarm buzzed in his shirt pocket, startling the dozing man slumped over in the nursery’s rocking chair.  His partner had exhausted themselves, getting nearly no sleep the last few days, and Sousuke insisted they sleep the whole night through tonight.  That left him as their child’s sole caretaker.  Heaving himself to his feet, he peered over the edge of the crib.  His baby stared up at him, evidently already awake, and he picked them up, smiling softly at their expression.  The pair quietly moved towards the kitchen, and this time the baby ate and burped placidly.  Returning them to the crib, he watched them for a while as they gripped at his index finger.  ’If only they’d be this sweet and well behaved all the time’ some hazy part of him mused affectionately as he fought against heavy eyelids, waiting until the baby began to drift off to sleep before returning to the chair and allowing them to finally fall shut.

Aiichiro:  The both of them woke with a start at the same moment, both with a leg out from beneath the covers not a second later.  ”No no, I’ve got it.  Go back to sleep, okay?”  Ai said to them quietly, already halfway to the door.  Hesitantly, they nodded and settled back into the sheets.  The two were still very new to this, with no sense of routine being established yet, and so every cry the baby made had the two of them jumping to the ready.  Making the food was simple enough, but he struggled with calming the baby until then.  They cried and they cried loud despite all his cooing, and only with the bottle’s nipple in their mouth were they finally silenced.  He exhaled shakily, still hearing the reverberations of wails echoing off the kitchen tiles.  Tense nerves began to ease as the baby calmly fed, normalcy being the only thing to quell Ai’s anxieties about parenthood, leaving him with the enchanted happiness he could only feel when everything seemed right.

Seijurro:  When the baby’s soft cries woke him up, he paused only a moment in confusion before sliding gently out of the bed and hurrying to the bassinet in their room.  Seijurro knew it was his turn, and his body surprised him with how fine-tuned it was to reacting promptly to the nightly feedings.  The baby calmed nearly every time he tried, preparing food was simple, and they didn’t even puke all that much.  The routine sure seemed easier on him than his partner, who sometimes was really feeling the lack of sleep the next morning, but overall the couple had seemed to luck out with a content, peaceful baby.  Even its cries were quiet, and they put a special bassinet in their bedroom just so they would be sure to hear them.  They just kept surprising Seijurro, defying his expectations at every turn, even helping him discover new parts of himself.  Really, he couldn’t wait to see what came next, and parenthood felt less scary every day.

Momotarou:  He always tried his best when it came to the nightly feedings, and even when he struggled, he was careful to never complain.  He was incredibly happy and grateful, and he’d never let his partner think otherwise.  That being said, his head ached as he sluggishly walked, child in arms, into the kitchen.  Luckily they stopped crying when he picked them up, clenching at the fingers he held near their arms.  Bottle prepared, the baby fussed with feeding, spitting and dribbling onto the rag Momo held at the ready, having learned his lesson some time ago.  A messy burp followed the feeding, and he sighed as he disposed of the dirty rags before returning to the nursery.  The new father set them down and rested his arms on the edge of the crib, staring down at them with tired, happy eyes.  Running a thumb along a rosy, chubby cheek, he smiled, whispering, “You’re so cute like this…”

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thebamonbubble  asked:

Prompt: Bonnie is forced to go on a road trip with Enzo and Damon....

I think it’s safe to say that this drabble is connected to the first one

Damon exits the boarding house to find Bonnie Bennett shimming across the console on her hands and knees so she could practically fall out the driver’s side.  It is not at all elegant and he has to stand there for a moment to understand what he has just witnessed.

To her credit, she is more graceful in picking herself up.  It is one fluid movement that entrances him before he realizes she is coming toward him with purpose.  He roots his feet to the ground (because he is well attuned to the signs of Hurricane Bonnie).  Her eyes are blazing and he thinks she looks beautiful (even with the tiny grease stain on her leg that she must have picked up during her great escape).

“Why is he in the car?” she hisses.

He —- Enzo.  Currently sprawled out in the backseat like he owns it.  

"Uh.” And it’s not like him to be this tongue tied —- but then again, he’s facing one of the strongest women he has ever met.  One slip and —- “He needs to get out of the house.  Been cooped up too long…after being cooped up too long.”  Let’s try that; let’s try the sympathy card for Dear Ole’ Enzo (though, really, Damon would prefer he stay home as well…for slightly more complicated reasons).

Bonnie makes a face and he knows that his tactic has found some merit with her.  ”Fine, but he if gets car sick, you’re cleaning it up.”  He doesn’t need the translation: Enzo’s behavior is on him.

“I can hear every word you two are uttering,” Enzo drawls from within the depths of the backseat. Damon rocks to the side so he can get a good look at his friend, thinking he will find him with a sour look on his face.  Instead it is obvious that Enzo is pleased he has gotten the witch’s go ahead to tag along.


Bonnie uses the passenger side door to re-enter the car as Damon throws his bag into the trunk.  He can already hear Enzo starting up with Bonnie, using that teasing flirtatious tone that he has perfected.  

How many miles to Louisiana again?


They wind up in a bar in some backwater town a few hours outside of New Orleans (they are avoiding the city for the most obvious reason that includes the word Mikaelson).  It’s muggy as hell and it does nothing to improve Damon’s mood.

Nearly 14 hours.  In a car.  With them.

He says them because somewhere along the way Enzo has managed to score a few points with Bonnie.  Damon must have missed it (concentrating on not driving the car off the road straight into a tree perhaps) but he knows one thing —- he hates it.  

Bonnie had smiled.  Laughed.  Even let Enzo push his way up between the seats to switch the radio station (he might have stayed had Damon not swatted him).  When they had stopped so they could stretch their legs, Damon found the pair of them leaned against the car sharing some little secret at his expense (probably not —- but in his mind, that is what it has become).

It isn’t right.

She is supposed to hate him.  She is supposed to find him disgusting (isn’t that what she has said ad nauseam over the past few months?).  That ridiculous act that he puts on isn’t supposed to work on Bonnie Bennett.  


Damon eyes her over his bottle of beer.  She is rocking slightly in her seat to whatever the hell the jukebox is cranking out.  Her hands comes up to fan a little.  ”It’s hot,” she says, stating the obvious rather loudly.  Before he or Enzo can acknowledge, she is leaning forward to peel off her jacket to reveal a simple black tank top underneath.  There is a slight sheen to her skin (no doubt from the heat) and he gets caught up in it.

Apparently he is not the only one.

When he locks eyes with Enzo, his friend tips the neck of his bottle toward him.  

And smiles.


Bonnie’s witchy contact (the whole reason for this trip in fact) doesn’t want Damon and Enzo in on the conversation (actually she called them both ‘pieces of filth that should be drug out and left in the swamp’, which is rather hurtful considering she doesn’t know them).  Bonnie assures them she’ll be all right and then she disappears out the bar door.

“You are just going to let her waltz off like that?” Enzo asks.

Damon is quick to nod.  ”She can handle herself —- trust me.”

“I don’t doubt it. Still —-”  

There is a level of caring in Enzo’s voice that causes something in Damon to finally snap.  ”Enzo, what the hell are you doing?”


“You know exactly what I am talking about. Bonnie —- what are you doing with Bonnie?” Damon asks and he leans across the table a little as if he expects Enzo to crack and spill everything.

Enzo stares him down for a second and then shrugs.  ”What am I doing talking to a beautiful creature?  The very same creature that is the reason I am back on the right side of the land of the living?  Well, mate, I have no earthly idea.”

Damon wants to call him on it.  But really —- does he have the room to?  Probably not.  He sits back in his chair and ponders for a moment.  ”You know we’re like…8 miles outside of the Honey Island Swamp.  Heard there is a monster in there.  Wanna scare some curiosity seekers?”


Bonnie is back just after midnight and she looks enthused.  She plops down in her seat, beaming.  ”I can do it.  I can fix Mystic Falls.  I have everything I need now…”

Damon raises a glass (beer became a thing of the past after Enzo nixed his ‘scare the tourist’ idea).  ”Knew you had it in you, witchy.”  Then he smiles and despite his slightly inebriated state he thinks the two share a genuine moment, something like they had before when they were stuck.

‘Course Enzo butts in.

"This is most definitely a reason to celebrate!” He has his hand up and the pretty little waitress that he has been ignoring all night is quick to respond.  Enzo’s eyes are still on Bonnie as he orders another round.


They don’t leave Louisiana until the next morning.  

Damon has sobered up, Enzo is getting there and Bonnie looks like she will have to crawl to the car.  ”Backseat…mine,” she declares before she leans heavily against the wall of the bar.  She squints her eyes a little at the rising sun.  

“Little witchy can’t handle her liquor,” Damon teases but then he picks up the pace to bring the car around to her.  When he starts the engine he glances in the mirror to notice Bonnie wobbling.  Enzo is there, gracefully scooping her up to carry her.

Damon wonders if he can successfully run over one person while avoiding the other.


Bonnie comes to somewhere in Tennessee.  She sits up straight and Damon notes that each strand of her hair has taken on a mind of its own.  

“Afternoon,” Damon states as she takes a moment to observe in her surroundings as if she is just realizing where she is.

Bonnie makes a face.  ”Ugh, my tongue tastes like carpet.”

Enzo twists in his seat, grins.  "Would you like a second opinion on that?”

There is a pause.

“You’re disgusting,” Bonnie states before she flops back down on the seat.

Damon smiles as he presses down on the gas.

Because all seems right in the world.

anonymous asked:

How you start a polite ask about a request? ;_; I dunno, so... Can you write a kagehina au in which Hinata works in a coffee house/restaurant/small baker and Kageyama happens to get there once by coincident. He then comes there every so often to just look at Hinata surreptitiously. He even doesn't like coffee/cakes/whatever. actually, he hates them, but he still orders them, because Hinata prepares them, so they're special. Thank u in advance. luv ya <3

Kageyama doesn’t know why he stepped into the coffee shop, but somehow he ended up sitting in the corner chair, taking off his coat and digging his coursework out of his bag.

It was dimly lit, one of those hipster-y places that played slow indie rock and offered health smoothies and vegan food on their menu. It was fairly quiet and none of the other college students went there so Kageyama liked it already.

Deciding he wanted something warm to drink, looking outside at the cold drizzle falling onto the ground, Kageyama made his way up to the counter. A short boy probably his age, wearing a green apron and a ridiculous t-shirt, watched him silently as he decided what to get.

“I’ll get the green tea with honey.” Kageyama said quietly, looking down as he handed the money over to the boy. Their hands touched as the boy, Hinata it said on his name tag, took the coins out of his palm.

“It’ll be right over!” Hinata beamed and Kageyama blushed a bit. He wasn’t used to cheery customer service.

He sat back down and took his book in his hands, trying to read through the part about oedipus complexes in late 21st century literature, but he kept looking up, watching the boy make his tea. Five minutes later it was brought over, Hinata smiling at Kageyama, not so stealthily stealing a glance at what Kageyama was reading.

“Literature huh?” Hinata said as he set down the tall glass and the long spoon it came with. 

“Uh, yeah.” Kageyama said, looking back down at his book. Hinata left and he was alone again, trying to concentrate.

The tea was quite good he learned, once he got used to the tang of the green tea. He was usually the person who put three spoons of sugar in his tea, with loads of milk too, so the experience of drinking “pure tea” was new anyway. 

He got some reading done, luckily, but when the orange haired boy was joined by another boy, one with blond hair and brown roots, Kageyama started reading the same sentence over and over again trying to listen to their conversation. 

He didn’t really know why he tried to listen in, but for some reason he wanted to know more about the orange haired boy. Like, how he acted with people who weren’t customers. 

The two talked about work, school, and then the other boy mentioned volleyball. Kageyama’s ears perked up even more at that. He had been pretty good in his day, before he had decided to go to college for something else entirely. Anyway,judging by what he heard, the orange haired boy had been pretty good too. Kageyama marked it down in the mental list he had decided to start keeping of the boy.

The next day he went back, ordering a wheatgrass smoothie sitting back where he had been the previous time. The chair was comfy and the cafe was quiet enough, he reasoned to himself as he sat down. The smoothie made him frown, it tasted absolutely horrible. But the boy had made it, looking so proud that Kageyama felt he had to drink it.

Settling down, his eyes were gradually drawn to the orange haired boy again. Today he was wearing the same apron, required for work obviously, and a hideous printed dress-shirt with short sleeves. It looked like it had shrimps on it. Kageyama smiled at himself, wondering why he seemed so fascinated with someone with such a horrible sense of style.

Its not like Kageyama was much better, really. He was wearing a thrifted sweater and blue dotted jeans, just a touch too ugly to be considered stylish even in the most indie parts of town. 

Kageyama tried reading again, actually making it through two chapters before the orange haired boy started talking with a customer. 

He was tall, taller than Kageyama, and he had dark brown hair tied back in a bun. He seemed to know Hinata pretty well, considering how the boy talked to the man. Hinata said something about the mans sweater and the man blushed. Something tugged at Kageyama’s stomach. Jealousy maybe? How could he be jealous of someone he just saw for the first time yesterday? 

Kageyama packed up and left soon after, getting a wave from Hinata as he left. That kept him warm through the windy weather on his way back home.

The next day he had to go shopping for a new winter coat, so he didn’t have time to stop by the cafe. He almost forgot about it completely, really. That is until he saw a orange haired girl at the mall and was reminded of the incredibly cute waiter. Damn, Kageyama thought. He was too shy to ever make a move and would probably end up just pining for the rest of his life.

Meanwhile Hinata had noticed Kageyama’s absence. Or, as he said, cute college boy. Kageyama didn’t have a name tag, so Hinata had no way of knowing his name. Still, after seeing him there two days in a row, the absence of college boy was odd. Hinata didn’t know why, considering he had just seen the boy for the first time two days ago, but something about his quiet demeanor intrigued Hinata. He hoped the boy would come back. It was nice feeling fluttery, when he knew he was being watched.

The weekend goes by and Kageyama stays in bed with a cold. Apparently going shopping without wearing enough clothes had been a bad idea, considering it had rained on his way back home. He had collapsed into bed soaking wet, changing into pyjamas and falling asleep within ten minutes of arriving. He dreamed of orange hair and secret smiles, and he smiled as he woke up despite his feverish state.

Monday morning arrived and though Kageyama felt horrible, he knew his fever had gone down and his throat didn’t really hurt enough to miss any lessons. Besides, today he could go to the cafe again, under the pretense of studying of course. Putting on an extra layer of clothes, Kageyama wraps his scarf around his neck and walks out the door, bag in tow.

Five hours later he’s sitting at the cafe again. The boy at the register is different today and Kageyama’s face falls as he walks in. He still settles down though, hoping the boy will show up soon.

He read for about an hour before he heard the familiar chirp of the orange haired boy. Instantly perking up Kageyama casually walked over to the counter to order something. Feeling like he was taking too long, he ordered randomly off the list. He dropped the coins into Hinata’s hand and looked up shyly, the boy’s smile making him flustered.

He walked back to his chair shaking a bit. He had looked the boy in the yes. Wonderful, big, deep dark chocolate eyes. Kageyama was sounding like a writer for a girls’ magazine but he was past caring. He wanted to look into those eyes again.

Hinata’s happy mood was contagious it seemed, and Kageyama found himself whistling along to one of the songs playing in the cafe, knowing the track list by heart by now. He watched the boy make the drink, smiling as always. It was nice knowing he was passionate about his job, and it felt good knowing he was drinking something the boy was proud of.

His drink arrived soon, and much to his shock it looked pretty good. Tasting it soon after he decided that it wasn’t. It wasn’t that hard to get used to really, but drinking it required some pretending.

The next week passed pretty similarly, Kageyama struggling to both concentrate and drink the various things he ordered. Slowly, he started falling more and more. He had discovered the boy’s laugh on Tuesday, and it was something that could surely cure the sick. The day after that he learned of the boy’s family and on Thursday Kageyama realized he actually honest to god had a crush on a waiter.

Friday was different though. Half an hour had passed since his drink had arrived and Kageyama was shaken out of his concentration by approaching footsteps. He looked up to meet Hinata’s eyes. Wondering if he had done anything wrong Kageyama looked up questioningly. 

“I-uh, was wondering, what’s your name? I mean, you come here all the time, and you can see mine from the name tag but I don’t know yours and i thought it would be nice to-”

“Kageyama.” He cut Hinata’s rambling short. 

“Oh. Uh-thanks Kageyama.” Hinata retreated with a smile. Kageyama was still a bit stunned.

He used the bathroom around 4:30, and when he came back to his seat there was a piece of paper on his book.

“Hey, it would be nice to get coffee sometime? (not here prefereably ;D)     - Hinata”

Kageyama’s heart did a somersault as he looked back at the register. Hinata was pacing around nervously. Kageyama looked long enough to lock eyes with the short waiter. The moment was tense, it seemed like there was something unspoken in the air. Really, there kind of was, Kageyama thought. He nodded a bit at  Hinata and blushed at the smile that spread across the other’s face. He had caused that!

Two weeks, two confessions and a kiss later, Kageyama was extremely thankful he had walked through those cafe doors that one day. 

[i hope you like it!! I haven’t written a coffeeshop AU ever, so this is pretty much just modeled on what I’ve read. Oh and dont worry, usually ppl just send like the simple words u were very nice including a compliment too!]

The Secret Weapon.

^ Look at how happy they are~ ( LOOK AT JURINA’s Dimples I CANNOT!!!! :’D ) don’t they look like sisters?? They do right? so guess what? WMatsui will be sisters in this story ^^ Rena is a lolicon so i kinda made a story where Jurina is Rena’s baby sister~ xD

In this story we have : Jr Matsui Jurina, Matsui Rena, Shibata Aya, Tani Marika, Takayanagi Akane and Watanabe Miyuki!



The boiling afternoon summer sun seeped through the tinted window’s of Oogoe’s high end skyscraper welcoming the start of a new week. The CEO of the company has just arrived at Nagoya’s airport from her week long business trip to Seoul and she would arrive in the office any second now, so like any typical office workers, everyone was frantically trying to finish up the job that they neglected due to the the absence of their boss.

Well everyone except for two employees, Takayanagi Akane from the management department who was pacing back and forth on the tiled pavement and Oogoe newest recruit Tani Marika who was eyeing the metal elevator door like a mouse being cornered by a cat.

“ I still can’t believe you didn’t know that AKB48 and SKE48 are different! ” The manager of Oogoe shouted running her fingers through her dark wavy hair in frustration.

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