i love him so much he's such a buttercup

“Nice to see you again“

Request: “Can you do an imagine where Josh’s high school girlfriend gets pregnant before he goes on his first tour and she doesn’t tell him anything cause se didn’t want to ruin his dream of being a drummer? And then they run into each other years later and stuff. That was kinda specific lol (I love your writing so much ❤)“

(A/N): I had some serious difficulties but I was determined to finish this thing, so I hope you like it. Thank you for requesting x

Words: 2,272 

Originally posted by sailormoomins

“Mommy!“ an agonisingly voice cries, as you walk through the door.

“What‘s wrong, buttercup?“ you panic, wrapping your arms around the little 6 year old and pull her close, gently rubbing her back. She tries to speak, but the words coming out of her mouth are barely understandable by the sobbing sound. She sobs into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your jacket. You hold her, rocking slowly as the tears soak your chest. After a while she pulls away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, that make tracks down her face and drip from her trembling chin, while clear watery snot streak from her nostrils down to her slightly open quivering lips.

“Do you wanna tell mommy why you‘re crying, Lia?“ you ask softly, voice filled with concern, while wiping away her tears with both of your thumbs.

“L-lucas made f-fun of me b-because I don‘t have a d-dad. I told him I do, b-but he called me a l-liar!“ 

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The thing I love so much about the Trans Buttercup headcanon is that it’s so variable, depending on each person’s view of the character.

Like, Buttercup canonically answers to she/her pronouns and wears ‘femenine’ clothes.

So maybe when they grow up, they decide they wanna be called he/him but still wear ‘girly’ stuff. OR they could go full on ‘masculine’ and wear only guy clothes.

Hell, they could do that and yet still wanna be called she/her. Or a combo of both pronouns, they dont care they’ll answer to she and then him in the same conversation.

Like Trans Buttercup is so cool and awesome and I just had to rant a bit about it.

I always see trans Buttercup...

But I want trans Bubbles.

I want Bubbles struggling with how much he enjoys feminine activities without thinking of himself as female.

Bubbles being convinced that he can’t be trans, he doesn’t like sports and loves looking fashionable.

Bubbles being comfortable in dresses and still wishing he didn’t have a chest because those bumps drive him crazy.

Bubbles loving to paint his nails while he wears a binder, hiding because it doesn’t make sense and he doesn’t want people questioning him because he doesn’t have a good answer for them.

Bubbles dreaming about transitioning and realizing how much he wants it but also how little people would understand him.

The idea that being transgender is not just fitting a set of nontraditional urges but is an inborn state that anyone can fit.

Trans!Bubbles. Please?

Lost in a World of Color (1)

Summary: In a world where everyone only sees in black, life can be dull. That’s how Y/N Y/LN sees her life. She knows the only way she’ll see color is if she touches her soulmate. In a world with six billion people it’s near impossible. But all thoughts doubts leave when three men walk into her diner.

 Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Reader 

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

 Word Count: 1,995

 Warning: A stalker like situation, a smudge of angst,  nothing to serious 

Part Two

 A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for beta reading this! This is a short Sam soulmate!au series!

Originally posted by dxrkncss

Ever since you were a little girl, adults were constantly complimenting you on your eyes. They would always say how they were such a pretty shade of Y/E/C. You would always react by hiding behind your parents, your cheeks burning as continued to converse in conversation. Even to this day, people would stare directly into your eyes as you talked to one another. While they seemed to lose themselves in your eyes, you found yourself staring into gray dull eyes.

That’s all that you and anyone else who has yet to meet their soulmate saw. The whole world was black and white; not a damn color to be seen. It would remain like this until you and your soulmate touched, and seeing there were more than six billion people in the world, the odds were not in your favor. Everyone else you knew had no problem finding their other half. You however, were in your late twenties and have yet to find them. You often found yourself wondering if you were ever going to meet the person to brighten your dull life. Until then you’d just continue to live your life, taking one step at a time through this grey and monotone world.

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Good Enough (19)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eightpart nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteenpart sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty twopart twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Sehun came crashing into the bathroom sleepily, stumbling through the door and landing beside you on the floor with his face etched in panic. “What is it?” he exclaimed frantically, looking around to try and figure out what was wrong. “Are you craving chicken again?”

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His name was Wesley, but she never called him that.

Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Wesley around.

“As you wish” was all he ever said to her.

That day she was amazed to discover

that when he was saying, “As you wish,” 

what he meant was,

“I love you.”

Oh god, I’m so sorry.


Hello! Tonight I’d like to tell you my favorite story. It is called “Guess How Much I Love You” and it’s by Sam McBratney and Anita Jeram. So snuggle up, buttercup, with your stuffies, in some warm pyjamas and a comfy blanket, and open up your long hare ears!

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  • Me: *takes a deep breath*
  • Me: i lo--
  • Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love tyler posey, we know, you love tyler posey so much, he is the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love tyler posey, we KNOW, you love tyler posey, you fucking love tyler posey ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE TYLER POSEY. WE GET IT.

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“I have magic, you little whelp. Of course I can ‘fly’.” Mateus replied to the creature, and proceeded to show off that he could do so by spouting his Arubboth wings. It was rare for him to do that outside of the form itself, but it didn’t hurt much (yet used some energy just to make them materialize on their own). Spreading them, Mateus leapt upwards towards the opening…

Only to fall right into the buttercups. Lovely. The royal groaned and sat up, rubbing his head.

“What the bloody Hell? I can’t get out!” Mateus exclaimed, growling a bit. Lord almighty, he was certainly in a pickle now.

anonymous asked:

hey bumble bee, hey buttercup, hey muffin top, hey tulip stem, hey sexy dexy, hey- dex: I will do just about anything if it means that I never have to hear you say those words again

“but bitty, I just need to convey to him how amazing he is and how much I love everything about him and-” “you’ve been engaged for ten months nurse. I think he knows.” “but like, does he //understand// bitty? he’s just so grumpy and adorable and perfect and”

NDJANSDJKA nursey while taking his two kids to school: do u think ur dad like…really fucks with me

them: okay bye papa!

anonymous asked:

im so sleepy today but let me just say i love my boy hes such a perfect boy and im so hapy i get to call him mine like Woah! that boy! he is my boyfriend! my real life boyfriend!! i love my boy! i love calling him baby and sweetheart and buttercup! we've been dating for 3 months which isnt even that long but i still always get so !!!! when i remember yes he is my boyfriend and every time he refers to me as his boyfriend i get so happy i love that boy. i love him so so so much hes an angel

im so happy for u my dude this is so cute and pure !!!!

tab time!!

Princess Bride Movie Night for a-hero-complex

So I am kind of ashamed to say this, but I had forgotten most of the movie when I got this request. So I rewatched it, and wrote this up for @a-hero-complex, so basically in the end, we’re all winners here! Hope you all like it!

Originally posted by sssssssim

Originally posted by iwantajaneaustenlife

“Ok, popcorn is in the microwave, other snacks are on the table, DVD player is on and ready, alright,” Cisco smiled to himself as he performed a few last checks of his movie night set up in preparation of your arrival. He’d been antsy about it all day, unable to keep from smiling at you every few minutes when he thought nobody was looking. Your getting together was kind of a secret, not because you didn’t want anyone to know exactly, but because you were still testing the waters together, and if on the off chance it didn’t work out, neither one of you wanted to have to face the looks of pity from the rest of Team Flash when it happened. So tonight was like your first date, a simple movie night at Cisco’s apartment, and even though you had been there several times before to hang out, Cisco still felt the need tidy up for the occasion.

At the knock on his apartment door, Cisco caught his breath and smiled, “Y/N” he whispered, quickly straightening his shirt and tucking his hair behind his ears as he scurried to the door. When he opened it he gasped, finding you stood in a dress, something you never wore around the lab for obvious practical reasons; the cut and color of the fabric fitting you just right.  “Wow…” he said as he stared at you, “I…just….wow…”

You blushed a little, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, “I uh….I know we agreed to have a simple movie night, but I just thought…since it’s a date, I should uh….dress up,” you smiled at him, his eyes continuing to roam up and down your frame as he smiled back.

“Yeah…no this is….you look great!” he said, slightly dazed, “I feel a little under dressed now…”

You shook your head, “Oh no, don’t,” you assured him, lifting your skirt to show him the pair of denim shorts you wore underneath, “this is basically just another layer, I brought a t-shirt just in case I start to get uncomfortable,” you pulled out a rolled log of fabric from your bag to show him, “I also brought some of my movies if that’s ok?”

Cisco nodded, “Absolutely,” he said stepping aside to let you in, “I mean movies are movies,”

“You’re not wrong,” you agreed entering the living room, “Oh you cleaned,” you noticed, earning a blush from Cisco.

“Yeah, I decided that instead of dressing up I should probably tidy up,” he said as you both sat on the couch.

You nodded looking around at the small corners that you remembered one holding clutter, “It’s nice…” you said in a polite conversational tone. You looked over at him, your eyes meeting for a moment before you both started laughing, “Oh geeze, we’re already making this awkward aren’t we?” you said putting your face in your hands.

Cisco nodded, “Yeah a little,” he agreed, “but at least we realized it before it got worse,” he leaned back on the couch and pushed your arm lightly, “so what movies did you bring?”

You pushed him back playfully and began to rummage in your bag, “Well I brought my Jim Henson Collection, because I remember you saying you’d never seen Labyrinth before and I need to fix that, um I brought my copies of Howl’s Moving Castle and Spirited Away because I also remember you mentioning the fact that you wanted to copy them, I brought my Lord of the Rings Extended Edition trilogy set if for no other reason than to watch the hours long behind the scenes documentaries for each film, and last but not least, even though I know you probably already own it, I brought,” you pulled out the DVD case from your bag and held it up at him grinning, “Princess Bride, the ultimate in action adventure romance movies,”

Cisco grinned back snatching the case from your hands, “Yes! This is perfect! A movie we both love to start out with, awesome!” he put it in the DVD player and set it up, the familiar song playing across the menu where Wesley and Buttercup were pictured in a loving embrace. “Ok I will be right back with the popcorn and then we can get started!”

“Ok then, I’ll be right here!” you replied cheerfully. He went into the kitchen and you settled into the old familiar couch, tucking your feet under your butt as you waited anxiously for him to return. You had been looking forward to this all day just like he had, actually you had been looking forward to this for a month now. It took you a whole year to realize you had a crush on Cisco, and ever since you had, you kept imagining what your first date with him would be like. Most of your fantasies included dinner and candle light and some soft violin music; it wasn’t until Cisco made the first move and asked you out that you realized you didn’t want a fancy first date, because it was Cisco, your best friend, and anything fancier than just having dinner with him would feel forced and weird. So you had both agreed to a movie night, something you’d done a billion times before, but it just felt right.

“Popcorn for you,” Cisco said as he returned, holding out a large bowl of it towards you.

“Why thank you sir, how very gracious,” you took a small handful and popped it in your mouth.

“And for your drink, might I recommend a lovely chilled bottle of lemon lime soda in a ninja turtles cup,” he continued in his best snobby waiter voice, holding out a pair of cups filled with sprite pinched between the fingers of his other hand.

“Ooh how fancy,” you teased, taking the cups from him, “such wonderful service at this establishment, I must give it five stars on Yelp when I leave!”

Cisco giggled and sat down, “We aim to please here at Casa Ramon,” he said grabbing the remote, “now for your viewing pleasure, a cinema classic,” he pressed play and you both buzzed with excitement as the movie began.

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You mock my pain!” Buttercup cried as she stared down the masked man angrily.

Life is pain highness!” He snapped in return, “anyone who says differently is selling something,”

You squealed softly, “Ooh this is one of my favorite parts!” you hissed, moving to the edge of the couch to get a better look at the screen.

“What when they throw themselves down that big ass hill?” Cisco asked, one eyebrow raised as he munched on popcorn.

“No!” you replied with a laugh, “watch!” as the masked man went on about ‘remembering Wesley’ and Buttercup snapped at him again for mocking her, you leaned closer and closer over forward, until finally she pushed him down the hill and he cried back “As you wiiiiish!” and you began practically bouncing as she threw herself down after him. “Here it is, coming up!” you said gleefully.

Cisco couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, then when the scene cut back to Wesley and Buttercup, and Wesley asked if she could move, he could just make out your lips moving with Buttercup’s lines “Move? You’re alive, if you want I could fly!”. He felt something tighten in his chest at the thought of you saying those words, more specifically saying those words to him for whatever reason, it wasn’t until he watched as  your eyes moved across the screen as they kissed that he realized he was staring at your lips.

You turned to him just as he looked away and paused for a moment, curious why he had been looking at you “That’s the part I meant, it’s so sweet and romantic, I love it,” you told him with a warm smile.

He nodded, not looking at you, “Yeah I could tell by how much you were bouncing over there Tigger,” He smiled but his eyes remained on the screen. That was odd, you thought, but he did really like this movie, so you shrugged it off and turned back to the screen again.

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You manage to get through the rest of the movie without quoting along with it, which was a struggle but you pulled through. It was the ending scene where Wesley and Buttercup have their final kiss, and you were curled up on your side of the couch when you felt something warm move over your hand. You glanced down to where your hand rested on the couch beside you, and saw Cisco’s index and middle fingers just barely crossing your pinky. You smiled slightly as he moved his fingers further, crossing your ring finger, then your middle finger, until finally you turned your hand palm up against his and threaded your fingers together entirely.

He glanced over at you, a shy smile on his lips as he glanced down at your joined hands. He gave you a look that asked ’really? Are we really doing this?’ and you nodded back giving his hand a squeeze. You felt hot all over suddenly as he scooted a bit closer, moving the bowl of popcorn from between you to the table as he went, one scoot, two, then he was right beside you, your legs touching as he smiled at you, his warm brown eyes sparkling with something you couldn’t place until. “Would it be moving to fast if I kissed you right now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes flickered down to your lips for a second or two.

You felt your pulse quicken, the warmth of his hand in yours like fire as you drew in a slightly shaky breath, “It would be, if I didn’t want to kiss you to,” you managed to whisper back, then your eyes closed and you felt his soft lips on yours, and your whole body hummed with happiness. You felt your body move on instinct, letting go of his hand you wrapped your arms around his neck, he in turn wrapped his arms around your waist, and as he pressed closer to you, deepening the kiss, you felt your body lean back against the arm of the couch until you were almost laying down and he held his weight above you. Eventually you both had to breath, and as you broke apart panting slightly, you let out a chuckle “Wow,” you said as he pressed his forehead to yours and smiled.

“Yeah?” he asked, a little proud of himself as his hands moved from your sides to brace himself on the couch cushion beneath you.

“Yeah,” you nodded “that was….” you struggled to find the words to express just how fantastic that kiss had felt, but then you glanced at the rolling credits on the TV and smiled up at him, “I think that just blew Wesley and Buttercup out of the water,” you told him, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I just….I’ve really wanted to kiss your for like, a year or so now, and I guess I kinda poured all that into our kiss just now,” He chittered nervously.

You gave him a curious look, “A year?” he nodded, “Oh my gosh, Cisco….me to!”

He smiled down at you bright as ever, “Well then,” he lifted one of his hands to touch your cheek softly, “I guess we have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?”

You giggled, “Yeah, I guess we do,” you agreed. And as he lowered his weight down against you and kissed you again, you thought “Princess Bride movie night….best idea ever!” and kissed him back just as excitedly as he kissed you.

side effects | pt. 1

Originally posted by kths

Because falling in love comes with its good traits, possible remedies and side effects. Its up to you how you deal with this monstrous infection before it gets out of hand. I suggest you read the prescription of your medications but sometimes love does of a lot of crazy things.

pairing: taehyung | reader
words: 4.1k ( things are getting serious when qis writes a lot )
genre: angst
summary: its just the thing about falling in love. you either get cured or you suffer with the side effects
a/n: i’m starting a new series wHUTTT. i was actually gonna do like a one shot angst but i realise its like suicide so naahhhh. hehehe. i will probably do a second part of this is worth reading to ya’ll :))))))

Nobody told you that falling in love has come with its side effects. Or maybe you were just completely inattentive to that warning labels and signs that you stubbornly surpassed and refused to abide to by your family and friends because there was no way you were going to find any use in falling in love if you were to be careful of its dangers.

It was really unexpected, and not that you were really surprised by it but you just refused to let that sinking weight of love to wash away all of that denial to the point that you start to see the symptoms yourself. Because every damn night, every single morning, did you finally let it settle in your head that you were really, in all seriousness, falling dangerously head over heels for your best friend.

Sure you have been careful and all, but the fact that this particular person that you have unintentionally, unconditionally fallen for was not exactly helping you in making your stomach reduce the multiplication of butterflies and the erratic thumping of your heart when he is in your radius.

It didn’t also help that this person that was making you get all these heart throb symptoms and side effects was none other than your best friend, Kim Taehyung.

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Request: As You Wish

Request: Your blog is my Favorite SPN blog. :D How about one where the reader and Sam are watching the Princess Bride or something (doesn’t have to be that one), and she knows the entire movie almost word for word and Sam thinks it’s adorable and she gets kinda embarrassed? Maybe Dean poking fun at some point?

Word Count: 640

Thank you so much! And THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST because I LOVELOVELOVELOVE this film. It’s my latest obsession and my sister is sick to death of me quoting it and it’s ridiculous how much I adore it. Lots of love, have an awesome day!<33

“Do we even have anything else to do today?” You ask, looking at Sam. The two of you are stood in the bunker’s library after doing some organising. It’s not even lunchtime and you’re done for the day – weapons are clean, books are organised, car is ready, bunker is neat. There’s no cases worth looking at…

You have a whole day to yourselves.

“Not that I know of.” He agrees softly, smiling. He loops an arm around your shoulders, “What so you feel like doing? We could put a film on or something; relax.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“What do you want to wat- never mind.” He chuckles, “You’re going to wear the DVD out, Y/N.”

“I have a spare. If you put it on, I’ll go and get snacks.” You offer, and Sam nods.

“Mind if I invite Dean to watch with us?”

“Go for it,” You grin, suddenly excited. You love this film more than any other, and have seen it so often that you could pretty much quote the whole thing, scene by scene.

You dash off to the kitchen and grab all of the snacks you can find, before returning to the sitting room where Sam and Dean already wait.

“We’re watching this again?”

“I let Y/N choose. It’s not a bad film.” Sam defends, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you sit down, dumping the snacks on the table. The movie starts up as you toss a bottle of beer over at Dean, who laughs, using the side of the chair to pop the cap.

Buttercup was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin. Her favourite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy who worked there. His name was Westley, but she never called him that.

The words come so easily, like they’ve been engraved into your brain. You know them backwards and forwards, every way around. Sam watches as you mouth each word, smiling at your enthusiasm.

Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.‘As you wish,’ is all he ever said to her.

Dean rolls his eyes at the pair of you. Sure, he likes the film too but your attachment with it is incredible to him. Unbelievable. Inconceivable.

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, 'as you wish,’ what he meant was, 'I love you’. And even more amazing was the day she realised that she loved him back.

“Seriously?” Dean groans, “Y/N, you’re obsessed.”

“I thought we’d already established that. Quit interrupting.” You say quietly, your eyes fixed on the screen. Sam chuckles.

“I think it’s adorable.” He smiles, squeezing you close to him. You find yourself blushing pink, and you fidget awkwardly with the hem of your shirt. For the next ten minutes, you keep your mouth steadfastly closed, trying to deflect any attention from yourself. By the time the film ends, you can’t help but feel somewhat embarrassed as Dean ignores the credits in favour of finding some food that isn’t popcorn or questionably sourced chocolate.

“You know, I really do think it’s cute that you know it all.” Sam whispers into your ear, “Plus, it’s good news for me.”


“If you’ve loved something like this for that long, it means you must be pretty loyal. That’s good in terms of girlfriend material, right?”

“I guess it is.” You laugh, looking up at him. He smiles at you, planting a kiss on your temple, “Thanks, Sam.”

“It’s my job, right? 'Cause this is true love. You think it happens every day?”

You laugh brightly, “Be quiet and kiss me, farm boy.

“As you wish.” He grins, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

A Place to Call Home

Prompt 31: I would like to submit a prompt for Firefighter!Peeta, rescues Prim and K is grateful so she agrees to a date when he asks. [submitted by @alliswell21​] 

This is lightening striking in a bottle when I saw @alliswell21 Prompt…thank you for this.  Peeta in a uniform is always well….YUMMM….

 Rated G/K …warning un beta’d

A Place To Call Home Pt 1…by @mega-aulover 

“PRIM!” Katniss ran after Prim who chased after Buttercup down the street, thankfully it was Sunday Morning and the Bronx streets were empty. 

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jimjamspark  asked:

living with Jimin, please. if you're up to it, ofc

lov my boy

  • makes you breakfast in the morning every so often
  • holds you when you sleep
  • always greets you when you come home
  • trusts you 100% when you come home late
  • honestly pampers you so frickin much
  • all your friends approve of him and say he’s the best person you’ve been with
  • whenever you get in big fight, after it settles down, he goes to apologize like five minutes after
  • you stay up way late laughing about stupid things together
  • you wake up to him playing with your hair
  • he apologizes for being creepy but you think it’s cute
  • you help him dye his hair every few weeks
  • once you told him you got orange but it was actually pink
  • so you dyed his hair pink as a joke
  • but he was like “jokes on you I love it”
  • he meets your parents like that
  • your dad is so confused and makes comments a lot
  • but in the end they both love him
  • you make him give you dance lessons
  • you break some things whilst dancing
  • just making jimin laugh at you
  • you cycle through nicknames for each other
  • he calls you doll face, you call him buttercup, he calls you kitten, you call him baby cakes
  • you jokingly called him sugar tits once
  • he laughed for five minutes straight
  • he’s a like awkward when it comes to pda esp. around your friends
  • so much that they sometimes wonder if he ever touches you
  • and you’re like 논u논
  • sometimes you try to avoid kissing him because he always ends up making out with you
  • or more
  • but you don’t talk about that much
  • he sings you to sleep when you have a bad dream or anxiety or insomnia or anything like that
  • ALWAYS respects you about EVERYTHING
  • like if you say you don’t wanna do it he’s like “cool wanna watch a movie??”
  • or if you say that you don’t wanna talk about your problems he’s like “okay!” and does whatever he can to try and cheer you up
  • super loving and super caring
As You Wish

AU Week Day 2: Altered Canon Storyline

Summary: Instead of meeting Neal when she was seventeen, Emma meets a young man with an attractive accent, a prosthetic hand, and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen (though she would never admit to such a thing). 

Length: 4,769 words

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He was going to do it. He was going to get out of Neverland and find his Crocodile - it was going to work, it had to.

The portal opened, but with it came a storm.

Killian was thrown from his ship.

He must have gotten knocked out, he was disoriented, he didn’t know what was going on, but this definitely wasn’t the Jolly Roger’s deck.

“What happened?” he asked himself groggily.

“We found you,” an unfamiliarly accented voice answered. “You were drifting, just off the northern Californian coast.”

Californian- what? What the bloody hell is-

Realization dawned on him. He was in another realm, that was sure. But it wasn’t the Enchanted Forest.

As he would later discover, this was a Land Without Magic.

2001, a little less than a year later.

Emma Swan stalked down the alley towards the yellow Volkswagen beetle with a manufactured sense of innocent purpose.  To the passing eye, she looked every bit a young woman who was simply returning to her car. I’ve had too much practice with this, Emma thought to herself as she carefully worked the car door open. With one last glance to her surroundings, she heard that satisfying click and opened the door, her blonde ponytail flicking out behind her as she quickly got in the car and shut the door behind her. She dug in her purse for her ever so technologically advanced tools - a screwdriver and a rock - and set to work getting the car started.

It took a bit of effort but finally, finally, she felt the engine sputter to life and she breathed a sigh of relief. With a glance to the rear view mirror, Emma Swan switched off the parking brake, lowered her foot to the clutch pedal, and shifted gears, rolling out of the alley and into the street. She never did get to thank that Ingrid whackjob for teaching her how to drive stick.

"Very impressive, love,” came a voice from behind her.

Emma couldn’t keep in her gasp of utter and complete fear and surprise. Holy shit. Who the fuck - what is going on holy shit-

“But you could’ve just asked me for the keys, save yourself some trouble,” he continued, cutting off her thoughts and dangling said keys for her to see and fuck he was Irish and had an accent to boot.

Emma’s eyes widened. Shit. Shit shit shit. Her eyes traveled back an forth between this guy and the keys in his hand and dammit she needed to keep her eyes on the road. Calm down Swan. You got this. He’s just some deadbeat, you can handle this. She wanted to say something - something clever, some sort of warning to scare him off - but her mouth wouldn’t form words so she just focused on driving.

“Don’t worry about it, love, just keep driving,” he said in that damned accent of his.

“Keep driving?” Emma shot back, her mouth finally remembering how to speak. “I just stole your car, your life could be in danger.” She glanced at him in the rear view mirror and dammit he had a little grin on his face, like he thought she was funny.

“Do you think this is funny -” she started, trailing off when she realized she didn’t have a name to label him with.

“Not at all,” he said, “and the name’s Killian Jones, by the way. What might I call you?”

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Sweet as Pie.

Characters: Reader x Dean
Author: Supernatural Imagines
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 361

”Could you do a one shot where Sam makes fun of Dean for how he kisses you and calls you pet names and stuff, please :)”


It was cold outside tonight. Colder than usual which suggested winter was on its way. You and the Winchesters had been staying at some swanky Hotel in Little Rock, Arkansas whilst you were trying to figure out what was hunting women in their mid twenties in the area. You were sitting all wrapped up in a wooly blanket, reading whilst Dean was nosing around in the cupboards looking for a snack. Sam was doing some intense research on his laptop, as neither you or Dean could be bothered to look this late in the evening.

“Hey, sweetie? I’m going to go get some pie. D'ya need anything, buttercup?” Dean shouted as he grabbed his coat and started to put it on.

“Oh, you don’t need to buy pie, baby. I made some, it’s just cooling down in the fridge, honey.” You replied as Dean walked behind the leather sofa on which you were sitting on, reading your favourite book.

“You’re a star, you know that, Angel?” He chuckled as he kissed your forehead.

“I know, Shmookems.” You replied as you looked up to face him, cupped his face and kissed him back. Sam let out a small laugh, causing you and Dean to jerk your heads in his general direction.

“Something funny, Gigantor?” You smirked as Sam raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, you two,” he laughed as he stood up.“Aww, buttercup, i love you so much my little precious Angel! Mwah, mwah!” Sam shuffled around, as he was trying to imitate Dean. “Please stop, you two look ridiculous!” He roared with laughter, and had to sit down for he feared he’d fall over.

“Bitch.” Dean grunted as he got up and slid into the kitchen, cutting a fat slice of pie for himself.

“Jerk!” Sam retorted, as soon as he contained his laughter.

“Guys, stop!” You sighed as you placed your bookmark on the current page of your little book.

“Yeah, sure…shmookems.” Sam laughed, and started howling again.

Dean nearly choked on his pie, and was also laughing until you shot him a look which read ‘I will kill you’ and his face went straight again, as he continued to eat his pie.

“Idjits.” You growled as you walked to the bathroom.