i could have waited until the next one

TV Vet AU
  • Jack ends up working at a pound after his overdose instead of working with kids
  • He just needs a break from the ice
  • Also he feels like animals are easy because they have specific needs and if you meet the needs they love you
  • He loves seeing all the babies and everyone who works there loves seeing him with the babies because tiny animals + hockey giant is super cute
  • He still goes to Samwell and plays for SMH but goes into veterinary studies
  • After graduation he does go the NHL for a while
  • Not like a long career but he’s happy with it
  • And when he finishes he goes back to school and gets a veterinary degree
  • He stays in Providence cause he’s still friends with the team, he’s a lot more mellow than he used to be and can be their friends and not hurt that they’re still playing hockey
  • Anyways somehow a tv station ends up approaching the vet clinic he works at to do a vet show
  • And he’s still kind of famous and not super keen on being on tv
  • But he looks over the proposal and the amount of money and he thinks about the extra vet techs he could hire and how much easier it would be to do after hours stuff with the extra cost
  • (Like yes he has NHL money but honestly he’s donated a lot of it and he’s saving up to try and open another clinic so)
  • So he says yes
  • Meanwhile we have Bitty, who ended up going off to a pastry school and now,  couple years out, has found himself with a little pastry shop in Providence
  • It’s not Boston and he’s not making as much money as he could be elsewhere
  • And the hours are terrible
  • But it’s his place and that’s the most important
  • Anyways he’s awake at weird hours and this vet show is always playing
  • Like always
  • Playing
  • And the opening theme shows the vet out running with his dog?? And he’s shirtless?? What human actually looks like that honestly?
  • Anyways Bitty is mesmerized
  • Bitty also has his own little Bun now
  • The bunny is a pretty good pet for him honestly because if he needs to he can put Bun in her cage, but mostly she is very well behaved and can roam Bitty’s apartment while he’s gone
  • So anyways one night Bitty comes home and realizes Bun is limping
  • And he FREAKS out because he’s been at work all day and has no idea what might have happened
  • He’s been taking her to a local clinic for checkups and he calls them and finds out they have one person there for emergencies
  • So he throws Bun in her travel carrier and bolts
  • Bangs on the door and it opens on the hot tv vet
  • Who Bitty didn’t even think was a real vet because when is reality tv even real??
  • Bitty is in shock
  • “Uh, you called about your pet rabbit?”
  • Bitty focuses, explains what happened (not that he knows much)
  • The vet introduces himself as Jack, invites Bitty back while he looks at Bun
  • Jack is staring in concentration at Bun
  • Which gives Bitty a good chance to stare at Jack
  • After a few tests, Jack concludes that Bun probably jumped off something or landed funny, she has a slight fracture but nothing that won’t heal
  • He gets a little cast on her leg and asks Bitty to leave her there until the next day so he can keep an eye on her just in case
  • Bitty mentions he’s afraid of what might happen when he takes her home because he’s the only one there and out a lot for work
  • At his bakery
  • “Wait do you know Larissa? I think she goes there a lot?”
  • Bitty does in fact know Larissa (well, she had said to call her Lardo) (Bitty is probably going to have to ask about her cute vet friend, get some deets)
  • Jack says Bitty could leave Bun at the clinic for an extra few days to make sure she won’t get into trouble
  • Bitty hates to leave her but decides it’s probably for the best
  • He stops back the next day with pastries and coffee as a thank you
  • But Jack isn’t there because he’s out on a house call
  • Bitty is disappointed but can’t figure out how to stay without looking like a creep
  • Anyways this goes on for a few days
  • Bitty is finally allowed to take Bun home when Jack is sure she can’t hurt herself again
  • Jack goes “uh I left the number on the forms in case you need it again?”
  • Bitty knows the vet number
  • That is decidedly not the vet number
  • Bitty calls later that day just to say hi
  • They end up together, to no one’s surprise
  • Bun stars on the show a few times
  • Even makes it into the theme a few seasons later when Bitty and Jack have moved in together
  • Bitty makes special snacks for people that have to work the late shift
  • Everyone loves it
  • The end

the last five years lyrics sentence starters.

  • ❝  i’m still hurting.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ is probably feeling just fine.  ❞
  • ❝  what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?  ❞
  • ❝  run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve been waiting for someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath.  ❞
  • ❝  well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true.  ❞
  • ❝  you are the story i should write.  ❞
  • ❝  i think that i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i guess i can’t believe you really came.  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago.  ❞
  • ❝  and you’re mine.  ❞
  • ❝  with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong.  ❞
  • ❝  you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts?  ❞
  • ❝  you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick!  ❞
  • ❝  and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends!  ❞
  • ❝  i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m a part of that.  ❞
  • ❝  and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue.  ❞
  • ❝  i said i’d stick it out and follow through.  ❞
  • ❝  and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  first, a story.  ❞
  • ❝  then the clock upon the wall began to glow…  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?  ❞
  • ❝  have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you?  ❞
  • ❝  he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night.  ❞
  • ❝  son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right!  ❞
  • ❝  so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene!  ❞
  • ❝  have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?  ❞
  • ❝  i do.  ❞
  • ❝  you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them!  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy!  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation.  ❞
  • ❝  i shouldn’t care what she thinks since i can’t fuck her anyways!  ❞
  • ❝  when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck!  ❞
  • ❝  i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels!  ❞
  • ❝  can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel?  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t we get to be happy?  ❞
  • ❝  no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’  ❞
  • ❝  this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i thought, i can do better than that.  ❞
  • ❝  you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me.  ❞
  • ❝  i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you.  ❞
  • ❝  say you’ll move in with me.  ❞
  • ❝  nobody needs to know.  ❞
  • ❝  hold on, don’t cry yet.  ❞
  • ❝  since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t kiss me goodbye again.  ❞
  • ❝  you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now.  ❞
  • ❝  goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call.  ❞
  • ❝  i have been waiting for you.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m not the only one who’s hurting here.  ❞
  • ❝  i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried.  ❞
  • ❝  all i could do was love you hard and let you go.  ❞
  • ❝  god, i loved you so.  ❞
  • ❝  so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go.  ❞
Staying Up (Jonathan Byers fluff/smut)

Originally posted by v-writings

Originally posted by coupleaims

Request:  Do you think you can do a Jonathan Byers smut where his S/o is a virgin? I always see ones where he’s a virgin and I want to see him being super gentle and patient ❤️

I HAVE SINNED BYE 

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Hog the washers? We'll see about that

So I live in an apartment building that has a shared laundry in the basement. There are 10 washers and 10 dryers. I had a single load of laundry to do before a flight tomorrow morning. So I headed downstairs with my basket.

Two machines are running when I get down there. There’s also a single couple taking up EIGHT washers to sort their laundry.

I asked politely if they could divide one of them up into 1/7ths and put it in with their others so I can use a machine. They decline (apparently they have a system…) and tell me to wait however long it takes for the next person to claim their stuff to get the next machine.

At this point I realize it’s time to get petty.

I wait until they leave and then go hit the pause button on all of their machines. I need to stall. Then I wait for the next washer to free up. I transfer this innocent bystanders ratty old towels immediately, pay for their dryer and leave a note to which dryer it’s in. Then I start my washer, and I hit “run” on my machine. I wait a few more minutes, and then resume all of their washers.

They come back down in the 40mins it takes to run and are mildly confused by why their machines are taking longer than usual. They suspect no foul play. By this point my washer is finishing up, so I grab a laundry cart and empty it out. I then proceed to take my laundry and divide it into 8 different dryers (like 2 shirts and a couple socks per dryer lol) and set them all running, one by one, as they watch in bitter disbelief.

And then I settle down in a chair to watch my $12.50 of petty revenge spin.

Tl;dr person took up all the washers in the laundry room, so I made them watch as I took all the dryers.

EDIT: y'all are real hung up on the towels I put in the dryer, so:

No, the towels did not belong to the jerks. Yes, I moved someone else’s stuff. The towels were sitting, damp, in the washer and I needed to use it. Yes, I could have just waited, but I didn’t. I tossed them in the dryer instead, because if someone took my towels out and left them to get musty, I would be pissed. In any case, I feel like it worked out, because no one ever came to claim them in the time that I was down there, so the owner clearly either forgot or didn’t give a fuck. They got free dry towels out of the deal, and I got petty revenge ¯_(ツ)_/¯

‘That’s my sister’ Part 3 Auston Matthews Imagine

part two

You sat on Auston’s bed on your phone for the next hour scrolling through twitter waiting for the other guys to leave so you could leave. It wasn’t that you were mad at Auston, he never said you two would be anything more than a one night stand, you were just upset that you let yourself think it could be anything more.

You heard the bedroom door open and almost dove under the bed until you came face-to-face with Auston. ‘Hey why didn’t you come down?’ He asks walking towards you. ‘I have a job interview later today, I should probably get back to my dorm.’ You said trying to walk past him. You almost made it to the door. Almost. ‘Not so fast pretty girl.’ He said grabbing your elbow lightly. ‘I’m driving you back to your dorm.’ He said grabbing his jacked and car keys before you could protest. 

As soon as you got into the car, Auston could tell something was wrong. ‘Is something bothering you?’ He asks looking at you. ‘No, I’m fine.’ You respond giving a tight smile. ‘You’re lying.’ He said still staring at you. ‘Could we please just start driving so I’m not late?’ You plead. ‘No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.’ He says stubbornly. ‘Fine, I’ll walk.’ You huff reaching for the door. Before you could try to open it, Auston hit the lock button causing you to be trapped in the car. Are you serious right now? 

Unlock the fucking door Auston.’ You said frustrated at his child like behavior. ‘Why won’t you talk to me?’ He asks softly. ‘Because Auston, we aren’t friends and we certainly are not in a relationship so please, just drive me back to my dorm so I can get to my interview.’ You say looking him in the eye. That one looked like it hurt. You felt bad for your outburst but it was true, you weren’t friends with him nor in a relationship. He didn’t push it any further as he put the car in reverse and backed out of his driveway. 

The entire ride, it was silent between you two. Auston’s knuckles were turning white on the steering wheel. I feel so bad. As you pulled up to your dorm, you looked at him. ‘Auston-’ before you could finish your sentence he cut you off. ‘Good luck at your interview (y/n).’ He says staring coldly straight ahead. That hurt.

You got out of the car just in time for a tear to slip down your face. God why do I fuck everything up. You didn’t look back as you made your way to your room. Once you got to your room, you started to get ready for your interview. 

-

Mitch had told you someone wanted to meet you for a possible job as an athletic trainer. You just assumed it would be for maybe a high school or club hockey team, not the fucking Toronto Maple Leafs. The interview had gone well and they asked you to start you’re training as soon as possible. With graduation being only one week away, you were excited but nervous to start this next chapter of your life.

-

You thanked the Uber driver as he dropped you off at the entrance of the ACC. You made it to where Mitch told you to meet him and waited for him. ‘(y/n)!’ You heard your goofball of a brother yell. You didn’t have time to respond before he tackled you into a hug. ‘I MISSED YOU!!’ He yelled rubbing your head. ‘Mitchell you saw me two days ago.’ You glared at him finally getting out of his headlock. He rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around you before leading you down to where the locker rooms and training rooms were. ‘Thank you, by the way.’ You said giving Mitch a side hug. ‘Anything for my lil sis.’ He said back finally approaching the locker room. 

‘It’s time for me to introduce you to everyone.’ He said grinning. Oh god please no. 

EVERYONE ATTENTION PLEASE!’ Mitch screamed at the boys in the locker room. Remind me to kill him. 

This is are newest trainer, and my little sister, (y/n). No one touches her.’ Mitch said in a try-to-be-serious-but-not-so-serious way. You then received a string of hello’s from the entire room as your face turned beat read. You looked around the room smiling at everyone until your face and your heart dropped. 

Staring back at you leaning up against the wall, was the one and only Auston Matthews. You two held your stare until you couldn’t take it anymore and you looked away.

This should be a fun season. 

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part 4?

I'm trying to use the bathroom, here!

I worked at this one little boutique in a gentrified part of town. We have a bathroom to the back of the store. There’s a key on a large object for the customers, and a key on a large yellow foam rubber thing on a beaded chain for the employees, we keep that in the desk up front.

Anyway, with only one co-ed bathroom, I had to pee and so I got the employee key to the bathroom. I unlocked the door which automatically closes and re-locks on the knob, I hung the key on the hook on the back of the door, slid the extra lock bolt in place, and started doing my business.

A customer starts FURIOUSLY rattling the door and I replied with “Occupied!”. The customer replies with “I don’t need to use the restroom, I wanted to ask you where are the lanterns for the tea candles?”.

Are you kidding me!?

I raised my voice at this customer, telling her “I AM TRYING TO USE THE BATHROOM, HERE! There are two other people working here! Go ask someone else! What the hell is the matter with you!?”

If this lazy imbecile had bothered to ask either of my 2 coworkers, she would have found what she wanted. The store wasn’t busy at the time, and if this stupid customer had either walked up to my coworker on the floor and asked her, or better yet if she had walked up to the register to ask my other coworker, then this customer would have seen the display of tea candle lanterns RIGHT NEXT TO THE REGISTER.

I would have been happy to have told the customer where to find the tea candles, BUT NOT WHEN I AM TRYING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, all the while the store isn’t busy and there are 2 other people that she could have asked.


But no, this spoiled lazy customer would rather bother me when she saw me go into the bathroom. She could have asked me before I went in and I still would have helped her, even if I had to hold my water. But she waited until I sat down in there to start pestering me.

The customer left in a huff, and then the next day my supervisor chewed me out for “being rude to a customer”. This horrible woman had called the store and complained, stating “That red haired woman was very hostile to me, when all I wanted was to buy a tea candle lantern!”.

I told my supervisor my side of the story, and one of my coworkers even vouched for me, telling our supervisor that this customer is rude, hardly buys anything, and always messes up sections of the store after we just finished organizing them.

The supervisor told her to “Stay out of this!”. Then she told me “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire you!”. I told her “Because I quit, you stupid bitch!”. I threw my apron on the floor, grabbed my purse, and left.

A few days later, my supervisor called me up, all super apologetic and begging me to come back. She even offered me a raise. This isn’t the first time she has done this to her employees, she either unjustly fires them or drives them to quit, yet tries to get them to come back because other employees end up quitting on her after one employee was mistreated by her or by a customer and this supervisor, who is the store owners sister in law, and has no retail experience, let alone leadership skills.

I told her this, and I added “I wouldn’t come back for a six figure salary!” before I hung up on her.

This store had these spoiled, entitlement minded, cheapskate, pretentious, snobby customers who treated the employees here like personal servants and punching bags. Had I known this before, I never would have taken a job here. I’m not the first employee to have been hassled while in the bathroom. One of my former coworkers who had been there six months before I joined them told me that when she was closing up for the day, customers would go running up to her and demand that she reopen the store so that they could buy something. “It’ll only take a minute!” they would insist, but my [former] coworker know better than that. Our hours are posted in the store window and online. If you were that desperate to buy something from is, you should have come in during those days/hours.

A year later, the boutique closed.

One and Only pt. 2

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: none? painkillers (i guess? not drug abuse though.)

A/N: some more fluffy stuff. still in love with bearded steve nice. let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93 @brittanymcsharry 

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It took some major convincing, and a bit of pulling of his limbs on Bucky’s part, but Steve agreed to leave the apartment and take a break. Bucky explained to all of you he planned to take him out to a bar and see some live music. It just didn’t feel right to see him walk out of the door. Even with Nat and Wanda, both of whom you considered to be your best friends, something felt like it was missing as soon as Steve walked out the door.

“Rogers just needs a lover.” Natasha said once you were all settled. She shrugged before she took a sip of her drink. The conversation somehow traveled to Steve. Why did it always travel to Steve? “Like, someone needs to just really…” She bit her lip and started laughing.

“Or the easier and less gross solution: he could, you know, get a hobby.” Wanda tilted her head, opening the bottle of nail polish.

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Happy Uncle’s Day

A mother’s day fic of sorts.

A/N- This is part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series. It should make sense if you haven’t read the other parts.

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Sam and Dean were working a case close to home for once and had to interview a witness in town. Unable to bring MJ with them, they decided to leave her at children’s time at the library. She went most weeks already as it was, Sam encouraged Dean that it was important for her to spend time with kids her own age.

“Remember,” Dean said as he dropped his daughter off, “behave yourself and I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.”

“Okay Daddy!” MJ gave her dad a big hug and waved bye as he left before going to join the other kids.

“Hey guys,” Mrs. Jacks, the librarian said. “As most of you probably know, this weekend is Mother’s Day, so today we’re going to make Mother’s Day cards.”

MJ watched as all the kids around her got excited to make their mom’s cards. MJ frowned, she didn’t have a mom to make a card. As their other kids started to work on their masterpieces MJ just sat there, sad that she couldn’t make one.

“What’s wrong MJ?” Mrs. Jacks asked, crouching down next to the upset toddler.

“I don’t have a mommy to make a card for.” The older woman gave her a small smile and laid a comforting hand on her back.

“Well, maybe you could make a card for someone else, to thank them for taking care of you like a mom does.”

MJ frowned again, “I don’t know what a mom does.”

“Well, moms take care of their kids. They love them, protect them, they feed them. They worry about and care for their children. They take care of you when you’re sick, they worry about you and they give great hugs. Do you know anybody that does that for you?”

MJ’s face lit up, “My Daddy and Uncle Sam do all those things for me. They’re the bestest.”

“Well then, why don’t you make one or both of them a card.”

MJ though hard, “Well, why don’t I make Uncle Sam one. Next month we’ll celebrate Daddy day, so this time we can celebrate Uncle’s Day!”

Mrs. Jacks smiled down at her, “Well it looks like you’ve got some work to do. I’ll leave you to it.”

MJ set to work immediately, making the best card for Uncle’s Day. She couldn’t wait to tell her dad her plans.

Dean knew as soon as he picked his daughter up that she was up to something. She was grinning ear to ear and bouncing excitedly in one place. He waited to see if she’d say anything and she didn’t until they were buckled up and on their way back to the bunker.

“Daddy?”

“Yes munchkin.”

“This weekend is Mother’s Day.” Dean sighed and looked back to his daughter, surprised to see that she didn’t appear all that sad, “We made cards at the library today, but since I don’t have a mom I made one for Uncle Sammy. Uncle Sammy takes care of me just like you and since next month is Father’s Day I thought maybe we could celebrate Uncle’s Day this weekend instead of Mother’s Day.”

Dean was a little shocked. He expected the five-year old to be a little more upset, but

Instead of being down and out she was coming up with something new to celebrate. Something that fit their little family perfectly. Here she was surprising him once again with how mature she was, which was probably more Sam’s influence than his own, “I think Uncle Day sounds great MJ. I’m sure Uncle Sam will be very honored.”

And Dean knew he would be. Sam adored his niece and Dean knew this would mean the world to him.

MJ went all out. Uncle’s Day was a very big deal in the five-year olds book and this being the first, it had to set the bar high.

Unlike Dean’s birthday, getting up early and surprising him wasn’t an option; Sam got up way too early. She painted a large banner which she had Dean hang in the library while Sam was distracted with breakfast in the kitchen. MJ skipped into the room, as her Uncle was putting out breakfast, she stood patiently waiting for him to finish. Sam turned around to find this niece behind him staring up at him expectantly, “Hey sweetheart.”

A whole grin broke across her face, “Hi Uncle Sammy!”

The tall man crouched down to her level, “What’s up?”

She pulled her arms out from behind her back and held out a card to him. Sam took it confused, and was even more lost when he saw Happy Uncle’s Day messily written across the top, “Whats this?”

“Happy Uncle’s Day. Today is actually Mother’s Day, but since I don’t have one I’m making it Uncle’s Day because you take care of me like a mommy or daddy. I love you Uncle Sammy.”

Sam felt tears stinging his eyes, this mean more to him they he knew how to say. He pulled his niece in for a hug, “I love you too kiddo.”

“Ya know, I think it’s very fitting, Sam’s got the mommy hair, nice and long.” Dean teased from the doorway, getting identical glares from his brother and daughter. Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.

Later that night after MJ went to bed, the brothers sat in the library enjoying a beer, a permanent smile still gracing Sam’s face. Dean held his beer up, “Well, Happy Uncle’s Day Sammy. I couldn’t have done any of this without.”

“Thanks man, but you do it all. She’s your daughter.”

“No,” Dean said firmly. “I meant it. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve helped me raise her since the start. You get just as much credit as I do and I think we’ve done a pretty damn good job.”

Sam raised his beer to his brothers, “She’s is pretty amazing.”



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Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Part 1/3

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” Killian is an actor and Emma is his makeup artist.

This one-shot is inspired by the prompt above from @cs-prompts combined with Jen and Colin’s interview and spoilers at aTVFest.

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Killian sat anxiously in his chair while his makeup artist made the preparations for the various makeup and brushes she would be using on him. Emma Swan was the only person who did his makeup flawlessly while at the same time, making it seem effortless. She made him the best looking Captain Hook there ever was, although it did help that she had a great canvas to work with.

“Ready for your makeup?” She asked him in a tone that was sweet and polite. He gave a nod and let out a long, shaky breath in anticipation. She picked a makeup sponge and leaned in to apply the foundation over his facial prosthetic. It never ceased to amaze him how unwavering her hands were and how she seemed to get lost in what she was doing.

During his six years of being a cast member of the television series ‘The Lost Boys’ he’d been through many makeup artists and was never satisfied with any of them. Emma had started off doing the makeup for Robbie, who played Peter Pan and Killian had witnessed and saw how talented she was and eventually requested Emma for himself. Now that Killian was wearing more elaborate makeup as an older version of Hook, it was crucial to have the right person for the job. Emma had made his facial prosthetic from scratch and was adamant about making every detail of his face look perfect. And it didn’t hurt that he had a work of art to look at while he sat and let her work her magic.

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Road To Motherhood

Requested

*Sam-centric

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May 2014

“I love you,” Sam whispered, brushing his lips against your temple.

“I love you, too,” you responded, wrapping your arms around Sam’s neck, holding him close.

“One of these days,” Sam’s lips dropped lower, trailing down your neck. “We’ll show the world how much we love each other.”

You giggled slightly, fingers winding their way into his hair. “What are you talking about?”

One of Sam’s hands dropped to your stomach, fingers pressing lightly into your flesh. He glanced down at his hand before looking back up to you, his eyes taking on that sweet, innocent puppy-dog feature you loved.

Your breath caught in your throat. Sam wanted a baby?

He wanted a baby with you?

“S-Sam?”

“I’m not trying to pressure you!” he said quickly, pulling his hand from your stomach. “I just… you mean so much to me and if I was to have kids, I would want you to be the one.”

You cupped Sam’s face with your hands, bringing his lips down to yours. “I love you,” you promised. “And I think you would be the most amazing father.”

Sam smiled slightly, the dimple almost popping out.

“When things calm down a little… I’ll get off the pill.”

“Really?”

You nodded. A little tiny baby, one who looked like Sam… it would be amazing.

“But,” you whispered, pulling Sam closer, wrapping your legs around him. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a few practice rounds beforehand…”

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May 2015

Sam quietly stepped into the room, trying not to wake you. He stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed next to you, pulling you towards him.

You lay there, quiet for a few moments, wondering if you should share your news now or wait until morning.

“Sam?” you whispered.

“Hm?” You could tell he was dropping off to sleep.

“I… did something while you and Dean were gone.”

You felt Sam’s arm tighten slightly around you, worried that something was wrong. “What’s that?”

“I stopped taking my birth control.”

Sam was quiet, still for a few moments. Then he rolled you over toward him, staring down at you. “Did you really?”

You smiled up at him, nodding. After a moment, you realized it was dark and verbal confirmation was needed. “Yes.”

You heard Sam exhale in a slight chuckle. His hand drifted down to your stomach, fingers tickling the flesh lightly. “You… you’re off the pill?”

You laughed slightly. “Yes, Sam.”

“How long?”

“Three, four days.”

Sam rolled himself on top of you, fitting easily with you. “So… does that mean…”

“I mean, there are no guarantees, but… I want to try.”

Sam leaned down and kissed you; you could feel him already hardening between your thighs. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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May 2016

“Well?”

“Everything checks out, Mr. Winchester. You and Y/N are both completely fertile. You shouldn’t have an issue conceiving.”

“But we have been.”

“How long have you been trying?”

“About a year.”

The doctor nodded, looking down at the chart. “Well, there’s really no medical advice I can give you. These things just… take time.”

“Tell that to half the girls at my high school,” you muttered under your breath.

The doctor handed you a sheet. “Here are some dietary tips that can help ensure you’re getting the nutrients you need. I’ll prescribe you some prenatal vitamins to help push your body to get ready. Also, use this calendar to track your cycle—if you have sex during the time when you’re ovulating, it will help conception.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

You and Sam stood to leave.

“Don’t give up hope,” the doctor said. “Really. When the time is right, it’ll happen.”

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May 2017

You woke up slowly, hearing a soft voice beside you. Cracking your eyes open, you saw Sam sitting next to you, a tiny bundle in his arms, bottle in one hand.

“You are just the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said to the bundle. “Yes, so pretty. You get your looks from your mama.”

You smiled to yourself—there was no doubt that your daughter would be a daddy’s girl, but Sam was head over heels about her. She already had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

“And somehow, you’ve gotten your appetite from your uncle,” Sam said, taking the empty bottle from the bundle and setting it on the nightstand. He carefully lifted the baby to his shoulder, gently patting her back until she burped. “Good girl,” he praised.

You sat up, drawing Sam’s attention.

“Look who’s finally up,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “You want to go to Mama, sweetie?”

You held your arms out, taking your daughter, cradling her against your chest. She peered up at you with large, hazel eyes—definitely Sam’s eyes. “Hey, cutie. Did you have a good morning with your daddy?”

Your daughter cooed, a small smile on her face.

“How did we get so lucky?” Sam asked, peering over your shoulder at the tiny baby in your arms.

“Fate, I suppose,” you said, slipping your finger into your daughter’s grip. “Although I’m sure Cas would say it was all part of ‘God’s plan’.”

“Whatever it was, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. Unless…”

You turned to Sam, noting the playful glimmer in his eye. “Unless?”

Sam shrugged. “Well, I’m a firm believer that children should have siblings…”

random lyrics starter sentences
  • “I wanted to crash your party, but I couldn’t find your house.”
  • “What do you want?”
  • "I should be in bed."
  • "I give in so easily."
  • "I should stay strong."
  • "I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?"
  • "My habits, they hold me like a grudge."
  • "Please don't make any sudden moves."
  • "You don't know the half of the abuse."
  • "How'd I get here sitting next to you?"
  • "We don't deal with outsiders very well."
  • "Yeah, I have trust issues."
  • "Why'd you come?"
  • "I tried to warn you just to stay away."
  • "It looks like you might be one of us."
  • "In a perfect world, it's just me and you."
  • "The night's just getting started."
  • "I feel great, I don't know about you."
  • "It's just me and you."
  • "Let's just wait till this party's through."
  • "I had two shots."
  • "I used to be fearless."
  • "I used to be brave."
  • "We could shake it up."
  • "I'll meet you after work."
  • "We'll drive until the darkness disappears."
  • "I meant it when I said we can't stay here."
  • "We're still young."
  • "My eyes are wide."
  • "So, I heard you found somebody else."
  • "At first I thought it was a lie."
  • "I don't want your body."
  • "I hate to think about you with somebody else."
  • "Our love's gone cold."
  • "This ain't the last time that I'll see your face."
  • "I should be getting over it."
  • "Get someone you love."
  • "Get someone you need."
  • "Get money."
  • "I can't give you my soul."
  • "We're never alone."
  • "I could tell you what you want to hear."
  • "The truth is always in the way."
  • "I never want to live in fear."
  • "I don't want to hold back all the things I've got to say."
  • "I've got you figured out."
  • "You need to have control."
  • "You think that I don't know you."
  • "I've been doing what you want."
  • "Just let me go."
  • "You used to always let me in."
  • "Do you even know you changed?"
  • "You're my favorite sin."
  • "I won't do it anymore."
  • "She's got me going crazy."
  • "Don't be afraid."
  • "You can call me monster."
  • "I'm creeping in your heart."
  • "Use me while you can."
  • "I'm all yours."
  • "All you need is me."
  • "I'm your toy."
  • "I feel tired. I look it, too."
  • "Wear me down."
  • "I can't be where you are."
  • "This distance is all we've got."
  • "Tell me something happy. Don't make me sad."
  • "I feel okay."
  • "I'd play our song if we had one."
  • "I wear your shirt to keep me warm."
  • "I miss you. I always do when we're apart."
  • "I was the knight in shining armor in your movie."
  • "I'm a ghost. I call your name, you look right through me."
  • "You're the reason I'm alone and masturbate."
  • "I've been trying to fix my pride, but that shit's broken."
  • "I'm at an all time low."
  • "All your friends say that you don't want to see me."
  • "You're the reason that I just can't concentrate."
  • "Somehow I lost control."
  • "Stay the night."
  • "Know that I will always follow."
  • "I'll walk until my body's sore."
  • "I'll be still and sit real quiet."
  • "If I lose you, your voice will guide me home."
  • "Something about you feels nice."
  • "Your hands make me feel warm."
  • "In a sense, we're innocent."
  • "This chemical feeling is making me forget about the drugs."
  • "You poison with your love."
  • "When I think I'm out of the dark, you're pulling me away from the light."
  • "Take me where you want me tonight."
  • "Let me swoon over you."
  • "You're just another heartbreaker."
  • "You are my fever dream."
Only Us (Part Nine)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1791

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. ALSO I’M SO SORRY

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8


Sobs racked through me as I sat on my bed tissues surrounding me. My mind went though all the things that I had told him. My parents, my job, all of my feelings for Peter—or him. Tears ran down my face. How could he do that? A knock came at the window and I looked toward it seeing Peter outside in his spiderman suit.

“Y/N please.” He begged. I stood up walking toward the window. “Just listen to me—” I reached up drawing the blinds over them. “Y/N…” I heard him trail off. More sobs racked through me as I dropped on my pillow. More knocks came from the window. I swallowed leaning over starting my stereo butting on “Fuck you” by Cee Lo Green. I turned it loud, louder than normal. I closed my eyes as I continued to cry feeling sick. There was yelling outside my room and a pounding came from my door.

“What?!” I yelled.

“Where the fuck is my money Y/N.” My mom yelled.

“I don’t have any of your money!” I yelled back.

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Creepypasta #1055: A Man Was Tiptoeing Outside My House Last Week And It Was Terrifying

Length: Medium

I was laying on the couch around 11:30pm one night last week, watching a DVR’d baseball game I’d missed earlier that evening due to a dinner at my in-laws house. My wife and daughter were in bed, but I had taken a week off work. When I do that, I use up every possible second of time awake I can get. Everything was going as planned for a while, in that I wasn’t doing a damn thing. I wasn’t worried about work the next day, I wasn’t stressing about work from that day itself. I was perfectly content. 

Now, before I go to bed every night, I go around the house and close all the blinds and make sure all the doors are locked. Since I was still up, I hadn’t done so yet. The way my house is set up, when you’re on the far end of the couch, you can see down the hallway and into the kitchen, where there is a window on the far wall. The way I was laying, I had a direct line of sight.

When I was starting to get tired and had decided to go to bed, I looked up from the TV, and I saw the silhouette of someone peeking in the window in the kitchen. For a moment, I was frozen in fear. I didn’t know what to do, I’d never been in this sort of a situation before. The man made a movement, and I sprung up. 

In the split second it took me to get to my feet, the figure was no longer there. I slowly walked to the window to make sure no one was in fact there. I got to the window and peered out, and what I saw is something I won’t soon forget. A man, probably six feet tall, wearing a tattered tuxedo, was tiptoeing in my backyard. When I say tiptoeing, I don’t mean he was intentionally walking quietly; he was walking like a cartoon walks quietly. He had his arms curled up to his chest, and with every step, he brought his knee as high as he could, and arched his back backwards, before leaning much too far forward, stepping down, and repeating the process with the other leg. He had a huge smile on his face, and a strange glistening to his eyes, like something that wasn’t there was shining off of them. It was a horrifying visage.

The man slowly tiptoed his way across my backyard, and I ran across the kitchen to the window over the sink to get a better view. When I got to the other window, he was gone. I spent about 20 minutes in the kitchen making sure he wasn’t anywhere in the backyard, and when I was confident he wasn’t there anymore, I went back to the couch. 

Now wide awake and alert, I decided I’d stay up and watch the rest of the game. Everything was fine for about 10 minutes, when I saw the figure tiptoeing past a window in the dining room connected to the living room I was laying in at the time. I immediately picked up the phone and called 9-1-1. I knew my wife and daughter were sleeping in the same room (my daughter has been having nightmares lately, it’s a phase), so I wasn’t too worried for them at the moment. If I could spare them the horror until the morning, so be it.

The man tiptoed slowly along the side of my house. When he passed the window, this time I waited for him to pass the next one. But he never did. I waited and waited. He never backtracked across the window he’d just passed either, so he had to be waiting between the two. I figured I’d just wait for the police to show up. I let my adrenaline get the best of me, and I went to the second window to see if I could get a glimpse of him. I wish I hadn’t.

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Isak: everything okay?

Even: Yeah…or maybe…fuck…no, it’s not. I guess…it’s just that…why did you choose to stay with me? Why do want to be with me at all? I hurt you really badly, more than once. I lied to you from the very beginning. I pretty much dragged you out of the closet and then left you to deal with the fallout alone. So, I don’t get it. Why are you still here?

Isak: I’m not going to sit here and tell you that at least some of what you said isn’t true. You did hurt me. You did lie to me. But…looking back, I think I started falling for you at that first kosegruppa meeting when you stole all of those paper towels.

Even: *interjects* hey, I didn’t “steal” anything. I simply made use of the tools around me.

*Isak gives signature eyeroll*

Isak: will you just shut up for a minute? I need you to hear what I’m saying. It doesn’t matter what you did before because I already forgave you and that was my choice.

*Isak reaches out and gently lifts Even’s chin, waiting until their eyes to meet before he continues*

Isak: before I met you I was doing my best to just survive one day to the next. I couldn’t face the truth about myself, and I was scared that other people might see it too. Honestly? I thought I could deal with being alone if it meant I didn’t have to admit that I’m gay.

*Isak smiles ruefully*

Isak: And then there you were with all of your absurdly inappropriate dick jokes and that laugh I can’t get enough of. There was no way I could have not fallen in love with you. You took the person I was on the inside and made me real.

A Letter to You (Angst) (Potential new admin)

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

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Warnings: angst, possibly triggering, death, major angst actually.

Description: Your ex-boyfriend of two years, Min Yoongi, writes you a letter that sends you running back to him. But he didn’t wait for you.

Min Yoongi | Angst

Word Count | 780

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The Monster Inside of My Head (Part 14)

Bucky x Reader Drabble Series

Summary – As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life?

Warnings – Violence, death, blood

Word Count – 997

Notes – We’re finally here!  This is the part I’ve had in mind since I began this series!!!   I’m leaving this on a pretty vicious cliffhanger, so you’ll just have to wait until next week to see how the Reader handles the opportunity she’s been given!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by strictly-bucky

 

Previously:

You could feel Tony’s eyes boring into you as he tried to decide if you were lying to him.  A feeling of despair fell over you as you realized that your life had been reduced to a series of lies, both the ones you were telling and the ones that were being told to you.  A part of you wanted to share your suspicions with Tony, if only to have someone to talk to, but you knew his loyalties had shifted. You had to keep up your façade of indifference and acceptance if you were going to accomplish your objective. Once your personal vendetta was over, you’d probably never see the Avengers again.  It was better to distance yourself now, it would save you from more heartache in the future.

You feigned a headache and retreated to your room, pulling out your parents’ file. Spreading it out on the bed before you, you poured over the information for the hundredth time, looking for something, anything that might clue you in to why the Soldier was lying about their deaths.



 

You spent the next few weeks trying to decide how to push the Soldier into telling you about your parents.  He had begun to avoid you and you could never find an opportunity to talk to him alone again. Rogers was absolutely no help, constantly trying to get you involved with the team.  He’d even gone so far as to create a training schedule to keep everyone mission ready.  It was a welcome distraction, although you noted that he never scheduled you and the Soldier together.  The two of you sparred with everyone else, and you could only assume that the Soldier had requested that he not be paired off against you.  You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to be around you, or if it was because he didn’t trust you.

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- The Feelings That We Hide

Based on Halsey- Drive 

*Trigger Warning*

My hands wrapped around a stick shift
Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this
My neck, the feeling of your soft lips
Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed

“Y/N! Turn left, turn left!” Stiles shouted, noticing you had zoned out again. You jumped and sighed, noticing you had missed your turn. “We were meant to be there ages ago, and we’re nowhere near” Stiles exclaimed, sinking back into the front seat. “You should of took your jeep then” you retort. “I would of rather taken my jeep than ride with you, but evidently you don’t know where you’re going” he said cockily. “I could of just followed behind you” you said, glancing at him. “Well- Well I don’t want to have to wait for your slow ass the whole journey” Stiles excused. “Hmm” you replied, too stubborn to let him have the last word. A three hour long car ride with Stiles was the last thing you wanted right now. You had liked him since you joined the pack. At one point the feeling was mutual, until you began seeing how much he cared for Lydia, she’s your best friend and you knew it wasn’t her fault so all the jealously turned into anger towards him. “Take the next right” he said, staring out the window. “Again?! Do you not know your left from your right?” he ranted. “You drive then! I’m not listening you moan for another three hours!” you said, pulling onto the side of the road. “It’ll take longer than three hours with your driving” he mumbled, getting out of the car. You unbuckled your seat belt and climbed into the passenger side. “Can you not adjust the seat I have it in the perfect posit-” you began saying, before you realised he had already pulled it backwards. You huffed and he gave you a sarcastic smile in return. God you hated him. What did you even see in him anyway? Regardless you weren’t going to let him irritate you today of all days. Which was going to be pretty hard, considering you were both exhausted and running on six cups of coffee. You should of just gone with the others, but no you wanted to leave later on and now you’re stuck with him.

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anonymous asked:

I wanna be on a couch,watching Harry's masturbates,while I'm rubbing my clit

Wow, okay we’re going right there, aren’t we? Alrighty then!

Maybe you’re not touching yourself at first; you’re just watching him, at his request. He’s SPECIFICALLY told you not to touch yourself; you’ve been teasing him all day and this is his payback. You have to sit and watch him stroke his cock and not be able to do anything; you can’t touch yourself and you sure as hell aren’t allowed to touch him.

The image before you isn’t new - you’ve seen Harry jerk off before - but, for some reason, it’s way hotter when he’s forcing you to watch and putting on a show for you. To him, this isn’t just about relieving the tension he’s been feeling all day, it’s about getting you right to the brink without him even having to touch you. His strokes are slow and you can hear him moaning a bit every single time his thumb swipes over the tip. You can see traces of precum start to dribble out and over his fingers and you have to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together in order to keep your composure because you’re slowly losing your ability to contain yourself from jumping over to him and burying his cock inside your mouth.

Harry can tell that you’re slowly breaking as well, and he smirks in between strokes.

“You like this, don’t you love? You like watching me stroke my cock? Y’know the reason I’m this hard is because of you, right? Made me think about playing with your sweet little pussy all day but not lettin’ me? S’not very nice.”

One of your hands automatically wanders down in between your legs and Harry catches it right away.

“Ah, ah, I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Naughty girls who tease don’t get to touch. You just have to sit and wait until I’m ready for you. Then, if you’re really good, I might let you suck my cock for a bit. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

When you see the next spurt of precum running over his fingers, you let out a groan because you have no idea how you’re going to make it through this in one piece.

Dat First Kiss

First kiss
Ralof
Ralof had gone off hunting that morning and you were anxious. It was long after sunset and he still had not returned. Snow began to fall and you worried even more. What if he got caught in a blizzard? What if bandits got to him?! What if- suddenly you saw a torch in the distance and Ralof cheerfully whistling as he made his way to your home. You sighed in relief and met him at the front porch and and was taken by surprise when he dropped the furs on the floor and wrapped you in a hug and kissed you full on. His lips cracked and warm and beard tickling against your chin. Your face turned red as you pulled back and he mischievously grinned. “I missed you too /y/n/ ”

Hadvar
The war had been taking a great toll on Hadvar lately and you were concerned. Often he would come home so tired, yet he would sit at his desk until dawn. He was getting headaches and even some of his colleagues were concerned. Taking the matters into your own hands you pulled Hadvar away from work early and took him by a nearby river and sat. You had made him a meal and afterword you let him lay his head in your lap and tell you what was troubling him. The war, the soldiers, the strife. To the end he began to get drowsy and you leaned forward and to kiss his brow. But as you pulled away he quickly pulled you back to kiss you. His lips were soft and gentle against your own. When you pulled back both of your cheeks warmed.

Vilkas
Vilkas was a hesitant and awkward man. And the same could be said about him being a lover. Although he loved to teach you things and hold your hand, he was not a very ‘touchy feely’ person. He loved to have his own space. Although you loved Vilkas you had to admit sometimes having him in arms reach would be great. So when you and Aela talked about it. A mischievous thought came to her mind. When you left to go to the market she went to sit with Torvar an earshot away from Vilkas as he read a book and grinned.
“I wonder why Vilkas hasn’t kissed /y/n/ yet.” she said with a wink. Torvar quickly caught on.
“Aye. Maybe he is scared.” he added.
Aela smirked seeing the nord’s grip on the book tightened.
“Perhaps he should take council from his brother.”
“Or the maid! We all know he is the woman of the coup-”
Soon the door of Jarrschovar (sorry butchered that name) shut loudly and Vilkas walked to the market hearing their laughter behind him. Turning be saw you kindly talking with the vegetable vendor. Pulling you gruffly away he kissed you passionately. Pulling back you blinked and smiled. His cheeks turned red as he looked up and everyone quickly looked away. He smugly smirked at you. And went for another one.

Farkas
Farkas loved to show his affection. Yet he did not want to hurt you. He knew his wolf was restless and he didn’t know what his wolf would do. So he began to avoid you. Which caused his restlessness to become worse, you were saddened and eventually followed him to his room and shut the door.
“Farkas…are you mad at me?” you asked sadly. Your eyes gleaming. Farkas’s heart stabbed and he quickly stood and hugged you tightly. “No no no!….I….I am afraid to hurt you.” he said.. When he felt you slump with relief he leaned back and looked at you hesitantly. You shared his gaze and leaned closer. “I am not made of glass.” you whispered, and he quickly took your shoulders and kissed you shyly. Blushing you smiled. And Farkas felt an unfamiliar calmness inside of him.

Marcurio
He wanted a kiss…badly. But the thing was you two had gotten so busy that you didn’t always have time to have him get his charming ways in. So instead. He made a set up. Going to the hot springs he purposely went put to the deep part and began to flail. You gasped and saw him go under and cried out. Half drowning yourself you were able to bring him to shore. Pushing his chest you cried and gave him mouth to mouth and sniffed but gasped as he kissed back passionately. You roughly pulled back and gasped seeing him smirk. You huffed a blushing mess and walked off. He thought he had won until he had to sleep outside that night…

Brynjolf
He had been waiting anxiously. Doing all he knew to win that elusive kiss. But yet you had not fallen to his charm. So one day, when you had complained about having to do spring cleaning he became intent. “I WILL HELP YOU LASS!” he said quickly and standing up. And the next day he did all he could do… Getting close to you when getting supplies. Compliments. All the works. Much to his disappointment you were oblivious to his turmoil. That was until he slumped into a chair. Tired from the chores. You smiled and walked over and set a plate of food in front of him and fluidly kissed his lips so easily he didn’t even react properly. Instead of kissing back like he planned he looked at you dumbfounded. You smiled slyly and winked before sitting to get your own meal.

Jzargo
Jzargo was a very charming khaijiit. And you were a very shy nord. And nothing made him feel happier than seeing your shy smile and your cheeks pink. Of course he kept it in your boundaries of course. Although he was working his way into getting that precious kiss. Today he had decided to visit you in your studies and create you flowers from ice and fire. You blushed as he offered you a fragile looking flower that glowed blue his smile causing your face to heat. “I found it in the mountains. It is quite rare. Like you, desert flower.” he said softly. He slowly leaned forward and kissed your lips. His lips warm and whiskers tickling your nose. You smiled and hesitantly kissed back much to his joy.

anonymous asked:

The third one on the prompt list would give me all the Tsukkiyama feels if you would do it, thank you so much if you do!

It’s been like a week, but here it is! Lots of tsukkiyama feels! Thank you so much for the request!!!

Tsukkiyama - “It’s always been you.” (based on this prompt list)


“I can’t believe this,” Yamaguchi said in awe.

It was late; well past midnight on a Tuesday night. He stood in the middle of the empty room, his eyes scanning the walls, the windows, the floor. It was small, and the light wouldn’t come in through the windows in the morning, but it was okay. It was better than okay. It was home.

“You’re in the way,” Tsukishima said from behind him. Yamaguchi turned to watch him walk through the front door, two boxes stacked in his arms, almost high enough to cover his face.

“Oh! Sorry Tsukki! Let me help.”

An hour later they had moved all of their belongings from the car into their new apartment. Boxes were scattered across the three small rooms, some open and rifled through in order to find a cup, or a blanket, or a toothbrush. In what little space there was the boxes made it feel full, even those that were unopened.

“That’s all of it,” Kei said as he closed the door behind him and turned the lock.

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