i mean have you ever looked at an apple

The Only Movie Theatre ~ Jughead Jones

Request: Jughead and (Y/N) meeting in the diner
Y/N=Your Name
Y/E/C=Your Eye Color

The small bell above the door jingled as I entered the small 80’s themed diner, Pop’s, also known as the only diner in Riverdale, which was a very big fall from the largeness of New York I was used to.

I had just moved here with my fraternal twin-sister, Veronica and our mother after the man I refuse to call my father had done some very stupid things, forcing us to flee our home and move to possibly the most boring town in the world.

As my shoes clicked against the tiled floor I looked down to see that I was still in my party attire from the homecoming dance, though I had left early to take Betty home as she wasn’t in the best of terms with my sister at the moment.

I walked up to the register, ordering a milkshake and paying. As the worker moved to the back to start on my shake, I saw a mysterious looking guy around my age sitting not to far away in a booth by the window, typing at a computer.

As confidence was something known to run in the Lodge family, in a few steps I stood in front of the table where the boy sat, hoping that he wasn’t a serial killer and I could possibly make another friend.

It took a few moments but the boy slowly looked up from his screen, his green eyes landing on me, “Can I help you?” He asked dryly, my smile faltered for a second at the annoyance in his voice, before picking it back up again.

“What are you writing about?” I questioned, looking down as his fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard of his silver laptop.

He responded almost immediately, “Its my novel, about this town.”

I frowned at his answer as he began typing, “Why would you want to write about this town? No offense, but it’s no big apple.”

The boy looked up from his screen for a split second, before beginning to type again, “Does the big apple have a Jason Blossom?”

The name sounded familiar to me, and I had to rack my brain fir a few seconds before remembering I had seen a poster of him at the front of school on the first day, “You mean the boy that drowned? I’m pretty positive that people have drowned in bigger towns than Riverdale, it’s actually quite a common way to go.”

“Yes, but in a town like Riverdale, nothing ever happens here-”

“Obviously.” I cut in, absentmindedly playing with the menu that was by the edge of the table. “You guys have, what? One movie theatre?”

The boy ignored my comment and continued writing his novel, “And when something like the death of the son of the richest family in town happens, people want to hear about it. As a city person I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

I opened my mouth slightly at what the boy had just muttered, should I have been offended?

“How did you know I’m from the city?” I questioned carefully, seriously wondering if this guy was done kind of crazed stalker.

The boy just shrugged, “This town is small, so when things happen, like the very rich sand famous Lodge family moving in unexpectedly from New York, people talk.” The boy looked up at me once more, “And you, (Y/N) Lodge, seem to be the talk of the town.”

I looked at the boy for a minute, studying him, “If you know my name, I feel obligated to know yours as well. Or is remaining nameless part of the antisocial all-knowing hipster thing you got going on?”

If may have just been my imagination but I swore I saw the corner’s of the boy’s lips turn up slightly at my sarcastic comment, “It’s Jughead. Jughead Jones.”

I thanked the diner employee as they handed me my milkshake and I took a sip of it, enjoying the smooth and refreshing drink, “Well, Jughead Jones. Tell me about this novel.” I requested, sliding into the booth across from the dark-haired boy, watching with curious eyes as he faintly chuckled, but went into detail about his book nonetheless.


After speaking with Jughead for what only seemed like mere minutes, a text from my sister reveled that I had been sitting with him the diner for three hours!

Veronica: Where r you?

(Y/N): Sorry, lost track if time. On the way now.

“Looks like its time for me to head home.” I told the boy in front of me, standing up and sighing lightly when I felt something pop after sitting in the same position for the last few hours.

I was surprised when Jughead stood up as well, “I’ll walk you out.”

Jughead and I awkwardly stood outside of the entrance to Pop’s, looking anywhere but each other’s eyes.

“I had fun tonight.” Jughead and I both said at the same time, causing each other to burst into laughter, after a few seconds of recovering I spoke up.

“You go first.”

Jughead nodded, pushing his hands into the pickets if his jacket, “I had a lot of fun tonight, (Y/N). You’re something different.”

“Good different?” I questioned, moving a stray piece if hair from my face.

The Jones boy nodded, “A very good different.” It was silently for a moment as he kicked a rock with his shoe before speaking up again, “So if you, I don’t know, like ever want to hang out or something-”

I cut off his awkward, but somewhat cute rambling, “I’ve been dying to check out the movie theatre here. You know, the only one?“

He nodded and chuckled a bit, "So it’s a date?”

I smiled at him, “If that’s what you want to call it.” We stared at each-other for a few seconds, his green eyes meeting my (Y/E/C) ones. I broke the eye contact by looking at my phone to see it was 1:14. “I better get going, but I had fun tonight Jughead, really.”

The Jones boy nodded, “So, did I.”

Another spur of confidence made me push on the tops of my toes, and plant a kiss on his cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face.

“See you around, Jughead Jones.” I said in a final goodbye, before turning around and walking into the parking lot.

As I got into my car, I looked to see that Jughead was still standing outside of Pop’s, and this time I was more than sure that the corners of his mouth had turned up into a smirk.

Saved by an Angel

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Title: Saved by an Angel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: Oh look, a Castiel fic that I have all ready for all of you! I hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park.  It was delightfully breezy and not too cold.  You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly.  You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye.  As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you.  You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.

You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you.  You had not seen him before.  You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms.  You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe.  You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.  He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right.  You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.

“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

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I should be studying for my certification exam, but instead I’m working on this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

original prompt poster: @//thoughtlessinspirationss

{100 ways taglist} : @comewhatbullshit , @wookielicious , @lysander-kat , @peascarrotsandwatermelon , @fangeekkk , @neverlands-lost-little-girl , @1022bridgetp , @wannabe-weasley , @thequeen-ofnerds

warnings: none

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story.


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Narcissistic (Gaston Imagine)

Request: Can I have a Gaston imagine? - @kenobislittlepadawan

Tags: @brooke-supernatural16 , @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt

Sooooo sorry I haven’t updated. I have been super busy with school and I promise I will start updating again real soon. Also has anyone else seen 13 reasons why? I know you probably have but if not then you should watch it. Also Alex is definitely my favorite character. Oh and Happy Easter!

Originally posted by farishkam

Gaston, oh Gaston the most narcissistic guy you had ever met. I mean sure he was good looking but that doesn’t give him the right to flirt with every girl in town.

You wrote in your journal as you took s bite of your apple. The sound of footsteps caught your attention causing you to look up.

“Speak of the devil.” You close your journal and put down the pencil.

“How are you today (y/n)?” Gaston sat across from the you.

"Fine until you showed up.” You flags him a fake smile and stand up to leave.

“Wait! Don’t leave yet!” Gaston leans forward and grabs ahold of your wrist. With a sigh you plop back down.

“What Gaston?” You glare at the man and yank your arm out of his grasp.

“I was wondering if I could join you for dinner?” He raises his eyebrows and flashes you a big smile.

“No” You stand up and walk off.

Time skip

You finish cooking dinner and grab a plate. You put the food on the plate before sitting down to eat. A knock sounds through your house causing you to jump.

You stand with a sigh and make your way toward the door. You open the door and are instantly met with flowers to the face.

You shove the flowers away from you as you take a step back. You look up and see Gaston.

“What are you doing here?” You lean against the door.

“Well I came for dinner of course.” Gaston shoves past you to get inside.

“I thought I said no to dinner.” You shut the door behind him.

“Well you did but I decided to come anyway.” Gaston winks as he makes his way to the kitchen. He sets the followers down on the counter.

“I’m not getting out of this am I?” You put the flowers in a vase before setting them on the table.

“Nope!” Gaston chuckles and grabs a plate. He puts some food on his plate and starts eating.

“Well then enjoy I guess.” You sit across from him to start eating.

Gaston doesn’t really say much the whole night but when he does it’s about himself.

“So why don’t you like me?” Gaston’s sudden question causes you to choke on you water.

“What?” You cough into your hand.

“I’m not stupid. I can tell you don’t like me but why?” Gaston sets down his fork and looks at you.

“It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that your to narcissistic and to much of a flirt.” You shrug as it out take another bite.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Gaston chuckles with a smirk on his face. 

“Yeah I kinda figured that. It means you think to highly of yourself.” You pick up your plate and put it in the sink.

“Well that is true.” Gaston stands up and walks over to the sink. “Well I must get going but I’ll see you tomorrow my dear.” Gaston leans down and pecks your cheek before turning and walking off.

You touch the place he kissed as a small blush appears on your face. Maybe you could get used to Gaston. I mean he’s not that bad.

You did eventually get used to him but that’s only because he came over for dinner every night after that. But you didn’t mind. You were in love with him.

Arranged (V)

1 /2 / 3 / 4


A/N: Hate me all you want I still cranked something out. 

Word Count: 1663

Warnings: cursing, angst, probably a lil ooc bc I put this on hiatus for SEVEN MONTHS WHAT THE FUCK

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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anonymous asked:

I was reading a post u made about anhk art...Im an (black) artist and I agree w/ u...lol. sometimes some of the stuff u see is over the top, like cringe worthy #TooMuch, but I draw black women as goddesses too (guilty...lol) but I try 2 be as tasteful as possible. l but I do this because I hate seeing women that look like us always portrayed as something lesser than or degrading art wise. Plus 2 me black women are the truth #ImJustSayin But what do u think if the art is done tastefully? #Peace

you just gotta be realistic when it comes with black women. not every black woman gonna look like beyonce with a large afro. a lot of black women are dark skinned, have wider noses, are fat, are physically disabled, mentally disabled, mentally ill, etc etc. 

if you telling me you want to portray black women as beautiful goddesses but only draw them as light skinned with an hourglass shape, only a large afro or long dreads, naked for no damn reason, then you are really just like every other black artist who draw the black women the same damn way every time.

and no, just adding a tattoo isn’t thinking ‘out of the box’. 

have you ever drawn a black woman in a wheelchair? with one less limb? ever made art of a black woman with a short ass afro? one who has more of an apple shape than a pear shape? hell, have you at least put clothes on the women!!! 

at this point its not even being creative!! its about looking around you and seeing the black women all around you and drawing them as they ARE and not what your idealized version of a black woman is. 

idk what the hell you mean by ‘tasteful’, but this is what i am looking for. 

-mod r

Letters in Iron

Hey everyone! This is my third fic, and it will be a multi-chapter one!

Nah, I’m kidding. How, you ask? Because each fic is a oneshot. All of them are based on a one word prompt starting with each letter of the alphabet. 

I am proud to say that this is my best fic (out of a grand total of three), and I hope you like it. Reviews are very much appreciated!

This is also up on FF and AO3.

Rating: T
1. Apple
Words: 1702
Summary: When Gajeel eats an apple that Levy received on a mission, he is unpleasantly surprised to find that he has turned into a cat. And not the Exceed kind. Rated T for swearing.

Gajeel wonders what kind of crummy job she took to end up with a basket of apples as her reward.

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2016 - the year to get your shit together

Use a book you write in or a diary, use it to set out the week days and write everything you need to do down.
Create a legend to help organise the homework and things you have to do.

They don’t have to be big goals, they just have to be goals that are possible to reach.
When you complete a goal (because you will, trust me) reward yourself with something nice. This could be a pamper night, a day out with someone or a night in watching a movie.

Try and keep a healthy lifestyle.
Drink lots of water (it’s good for your skin). Drink tea, drink smoothies, drink cloudy apple juice (because that’s the best apple juice ever)
Eat foods that are wholesome and nutritious. Go out for meals that will make you feel good, don’t binge on fast food.

Make time. Enough said.
Make time for your loved ones. Make time for relaxation. Make time to make a good meal (like lasagna). Make time to exercise.
Make time. It doesn’t have to be a lot of time, but enough to relax and feel good.

Be aware of the time.
Create deadlines. Don’t get carried away.
Start assignments when you get them, you don’t have to finish them but give them a start.
Make sure you know your cutoffs and deadlines.

Put yourself first sometimes. Make sure that, you feel happy and alive before you make sure someone else feels happy and alive.

You don’t always have to be around people.
Read a book, go for a walk, write down your thoughts, make yourself a smoothie, have a bath.
Do things on your own, relax.

Yes, it’s very hard to have a balanced lifestyle but give it a try.
Balance work, school, uni, exercise, family time and friends.
Prioritise. Which is more important? Which should you complete first?

Share your happiness. Don’t be afraid to give someone a ring to tell them your good news. Share why you are happy.
Share your happiness, it might make someone else happy.

10. LIVE
Live. And live to the fullest.
Remind yourself of why you’re here (whether it’s to get your dream job, get into your dream uni or create a family), remind yourself that you are here for a reason. You are worth it.

- 2015 might have been really bad for you, but 2016 is a time to restart. Give life another shot. Fall and the world will catch you. Have an amazing New Years Eve and here’s to a fresh start in 2016. Make it worthwhile Xx

The Winchester Effect

A few requests combined: Cutesy cas for ohlookfanfiction, protective brothers for anon, Sam’s twin!reader for another anon

Summary: Sister(twin)!Reader. Your relationship with Cas is going strong, leading to some questioning from your disgruntled twin and impressed older brother.
Words: 1,137
Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

“Mornin’,” you smiled,feeling Castiel’s arms wrap around you under the covers.

“Is it not a good morning?” he teased.

You rolled over to face him and opened your eyes. You could see a glint behind the piercing blue that you were used to. He was proud of himself for making a joke.

You grinned and kissed him lightly, still smiling as you pulled away.

“It’s always a good morning with you, sweetheart,” you told him.

“I agree,” he smiled kissing you back.

You hummed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Your fingers found their way into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pulling back from the kiss and closing his eyes, “That feels nice.”

You continued your ministrations in hair as you spoke, “Did you stay all night?”

“I like watching you sleep,” he smiled, “You look calm.”

“That’d be creepy,” you grinned, “If I didn’t love you.”

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Supernatural {Sentence Starters}
  • "I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way."
  • "I got to tell you some stuff, fast. It's gonna piss you off."
  • "We’re gonna fight this. I got the plan, you just need to hang on."
  • "Since when have you ever complained about being around food?"
  • "We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous."
  • "Maybe you should try Plan 'D for dumbass'."
  • "I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!"
  • "People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life-span."
  • "Look. I mean, there's got to be an explanation for this!"
  • "You say it and I will kill you,your children and your grandchildren!"
  • "Yeah, I might have lied. But I never once betrayed you!"
  • "If you don't think that I would die for you, I don't know what to tell you."
  • "Again. You thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over!"
  • "You're not gonna poke her with a stick!"
  • "You look like hell, and I should know."
  • "Are we going to fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."
  • "I know it's hard to believe, but I haven't always been this cute and cuddly."
  • "Oh my god! These guys are psychopaths!"
  • "I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."
  • "You don't understand. I. NEED. PIE!"
  • "I hate these indie films. Nothing ever happens."
  • "I may not think things all the way through. Okay? But what I do, I do because it's the right thing."
  • "I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"
  • "Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!"
  • "Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?"
  • "What do you want me to say? That I've made mistakes? I've made mistakes."
  • "If you don't help us, I will hunt you down and kill you."
  • "I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch."
  • "You ever do anything else with your free time? Like take a ______ out for a drink?"
  • "Oh, dude, that’s totally age inappropriate.
First Kiss Preference!


Cole had promised to take you out for a picnic, but his tours kept interfering with the planning. You were in class, daydreaming and staring out of the window when a sudden tap pulled you back to reality. Cole was standing outside of the window holding a picnic basket. He pointed to it, gesturing for you to come outside. As the bell rang, you dashed out of the building, throwing all cares to the wind. You and Cole snuck off to a small apple farm where you pulled out the blanket.

“Y/N… I-” He starts. You look at him and notice the color rising to his cheeks.

“Yes, Cole…?” You say. You have a feeling that you know what’s about to happen, but you keep your calm.

“I want you… I want to kiss you… Is that okay? I mean, if it’s not, forget I ever asked.” He start to ramble.

You smile at him, thinking he looks cute when he gets frazzled. “Yes.”

He smiles, the worry melting off his face. You both lean in, and you feel his soft lips land on yours.


You and Dalton were doing a photoshoot together. The boys had just hit stardom in the media’s eyes and to celebrate, Teen Vogue was doing an article on IM5 and their supporters. You two were goofing off in front of the camera, cheesing it up, putting all of their serious models to shame. Frantically dodging the ridiculous props they had for you, you try to protect the treasure you had just stolen from him: his top hat. Dalton had caught you from behind and pulled you close, whispering, “I could just kiss you.”

“Then do it, loverboy.” You tease. And with that, his lips connect with yours, the camera lights flashing.


You had taken Dana to your younger siblings play. They were doing a cute little romance, your sibling the lead. As the curtains drew closed, the narrator said, “And that’s why you should always kiss a princess when you see one.”

“Okay.” Dana said and leaned over to you and pecked you on the lips. 


Gabe had taken you to a small house party for his band. The place was warm, people kept bumping into you. As the night went on, the house continued to acquire people. As you and Gabe were standing in the kitchen, somebody shoves you hard. Gabe grabs your elbows and pulls you up, smirking.

The smirk falls from his face when he realizes what you’re about to do. Standing toe to toe, you lean up and kiss him, pulling back and searching his eyes. After a brief moment, they open, showing laughter and his face lights up as he kisses you once more.


“Y/N! Y/N!” Will calls frantically. You two had gone to Disney for the day as friends. A parade had cut between you, forcing you apart. The crowds swallowed you both and you started to panick. Will knew how much you hated crowds and promised you he wouldn’t leave your side. Now everywhere you turned it was a different stranger elbowing you out of the way. You were spinning, searching for that boy. After five minutes of being bounced back and forth, you collapse on a bench, trying to calm down. Tears were coursing down your face, but not a single person stopped to see if you were okay. “Y/N!” You look up to see Will running towards you. You stand up to wrap yourself into his arms, shrinking into his embrace. He pulls back and takes your face into his hands and swiftly kisses you. The kiss is warm, worried, longing. Will pulls back, realizing what he just did, but you just wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his shirt, grinning.

A/N: Sorry Dana’s was so short, I just felt like I would have messed it up if I would have added more to it. ~Em

Telling Him You're Pregnant👶🏼💕

For the past few days, I have been having some major morning sickness and have been having some weird cravings. You get those when you’re pregnant right? Well that can’t be for the case for me. Justin and I have tried to have a baby for the longest time and it just hasn’t been working. It’s been heartbreaking. We’ve been wanting a baby ever since we got married.

For the sake of it, I run to the nearest convenient store and grab 3 pregnancy tests (just to be absolutely positive). Justin was out with friends, so this was the perfect time to see. I go into my bathroom and do as the instructions say. The first one I tried came out with two blue lines. I did two more just to make sure. All three came out positive. I started crying tears of joy.

“How am I going to break the news to Justin?” I thought. The perfect idea instantly popped into my head. Our 4 year wedding anniversary was in two days. I could put one of the tests in a box and wrap it up for his present. I keep the test with the darkest blue lines, and hid the others so Justin wouldn’t find them.

For my birthday a few months ago, Justin had gotten me an Apple Watch. I still had the box up in my closet. I got the box down and put the test in. It was a perfect fit. I wrapped up the box with some blue wrapping paper and put a little tag that read “My Boy”. I hid it in one of my night stand drawers until in was our anniversary day.

About an hour after wrapping the box, Justin was finally home. I had the hardest time keeping the secret. I wanted him to know right then!

~~2 Days Later~~

I wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking and I notice Justin was out of bed. That boy is too good. I walk into the kitchen and he greets me. “Good morning babe. Happy 4 years!” He stops what he’s doing and comes over and gives me a big hug and kiss. “You too baby. I love you so much!” I say with a big smile on my face. I sit down at the table and Justin brings me my plate along with his and he sits down across from me.

We were in the middle of eating when Justin says, “I got you a little something.” He says with a grin pulling a box out from under the table and hands it to me. I open it. My eyes lit up. He had gotten me the pair of diamond earrings and necklace that I have wanted forever. “Justin, you didn’t have to! They’re so pretty! Thank you so so much.” I say as you get up to give him a kiss.

“I actually have a little something for you!” I told him. I went back into our bedroom to get the box. I came back into the kitchen with a big smile. I handed him the box, and he slowly opened it.

He saw the outside of the box. “An Apple Watch? Just because I got you one didn’t mean you had to get one for me.” He says with a followed wink. Justin opens the box only to not find a watch. He looks at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He then started to cry. I thought it might have scared him. “Justin are you okay?” I ask with tears welling up. “You’re finally pregnant. I can’t believe it. After 4 years of trying and trying, it finally happened. I’m going to be a dad! This is the best day of my life!” He was bawling at this point. I stood up crying, and he comes over to me while crying also. He comes over and holds me. The room was filled with happiness and joyful tears.

After Justin calms down he says “This was definitely the best gift I have ever received.” While still holding me close. He was so happy, and we both couldn’t wait to meet our little bundle of joy.❤️

Derek Hale is a killer poker player

If there was one basic truth about Derek I’d love to tell everyone, it’s that the man can lie like a rug.

Now, I know that’s counter-intuitive. After all, Werewolves are walking lie detectors. You would think that would mean they are the most honest being on the block. And that’s true, after all, look at Scott and Isaac and Jackson, for that matter. 

But then you have to remember who raised Derek? Who mentored him though his adolescence? Oh, yeah. Peter Hale. The poster child for hiding your motives. If there was ever a wolf who could make you believe a falsehood, it’s Peter. And Derek’s apple didn’t fall that far from his tree.

If Peter’s tongue is golden (and it is) then Derek’s is certainly silver. And he has no problem saying whatever it takes to make you believe what he needs you to believe, whether it’s ‘No, Stiles is harmless, he couldn’t hurt a fly and you shouldn’t kill him’ or “Sure Scott will take you into his pack if you help me’ or even motivating a bunch of Buddhists for fight for their lives. (Talk about a tough crowd)

Derek’s main motivation is survival. His pack’s survival, Stiles survival (that’s its own special case) and then his survival, in roughly that order. And he’s learned the hard way how people can take advantage of your weak points, so he hides those as best he can. 

So don’t be fooled when he calls Stiles 'skinny and defenseless’ or a hyperactive spaz. He’s just keeping his weak point hidden and safe. 

Ok guys, so here we are in December. The Turkey got a hat and some paper letters to make that nice card, but I know you all want to actually get your hands on the game. 

The reality is, there is a bit of bad news on that front. Little did we know that the Apple Store closes for the holidays. I mean, I guess it shouldn’t have surprised anyone, but the last day to submit new games or game updates for review was on the 18th. We had our first build ready on the 19th. 


So despite everyone working their little patooties off, it looks like we won’t have anything for you until January. We’re going to get the build shipped the day the store opens again in January and as soon as it’s in the queue the tumblr will be on fire with news. 

Until then, please relax, watch some terrible holiday movies and try to forgive us. 

False Labor Pains Aren’t So False

Requested by mrs-gubler-reid I REALLY like this one, and I hope you do too!!

When you are pregnant everything is a challenge. Every single thing that you do, you are doing for two lives, two human beings, two heartbeats.  Being pregnant can be scary with morning sickness and some spotting her and there and even the baby’s first kick scared the life out of me. Being pregnant can also be so exciting, so mesmerizing, so important. As I looked at my sleeping boyfriend next to me, me laying on my back while he was on his side, one of his arms wrapped around me, his hand resting on the far side of my 9 month baby bump, I couldn’t be more excited and scared at the same time. Our baby was made with love, with the best of intentions, with two parents that will love him or her until we die. I looked at Spencer’s face, his facial expressions were soft and tired, his hair a mess, his mouth agape the smallest bit and I smiled slightly. My smile soon broke as an intense pain started in my stomach, making me me gasp and Spencer open his eyes and looked over at me.
“Hey. You okay?” He asked rubbing my stomach and I nodded, trying to shake the false labor pain. I took a deep breath and looked over at Spencer again, a small smile returning to my face. His chestnut brown eyes staring back at me with a small smile on his lips as well.
“Do you remember how depressed I was when we first met?” I asked my hands now on my baby bump as Spencer nodded, answering the questions that Spencer knew I didn’t like talking about.
“Perhaps all i needed was this gift. You and this baby, you made me so happy Spence and now this baby, everything is perfect.” I said my smile widening as he intertwined one of his hands with mine and kissed my cheek.
“I love you and our baby. You know you are carrying the baby higher rather than lower, girls usually sit up higher. Also some studies show that when the parents wait until the birth to find out the sex, it is usually a girl.” Spencer said rubbing my rather large belly, hoping for a baby boy to be growing inside of me. Truth be told, I wanted a baby boy, but I Spencer was nervous about the whole thing, especially if our baby is a boy.
“You will be an amazing dad Spence. If its a boy you will teach him to play baseball because no one ever taught you, it may take practice but it will mean so much to the both of you. When he gets old you will teach him to play chess and even some poker because we both know that boy will have your brains but my game.” I said making Spencer laugh and look up at the ceiling with a nod.
“If its a girl, you will be her shining star, the apple of her eye, the first man she ever loved. You will buy that girl everything because she will figure out that she is your weak spot. When she cries you will hold her close, rub her back and give her some cookies, comforting her the same way you comfort me, I mean what girl doesn’t like some cookies?” I asked making him chuckle and nod while resting his other hand on the side of my face.
“I love you. I love that you know I am so utterly nervous and you are working out little plans in your head. I have always wanted a baby girl, I’ll love the baby either way but I feel like having a girl would make me a daddy, make me a father, make it all real.” He said brushing his thumb against my lips which I kissed softly just before another pain came to my stomach, this time making me sit straight up. Something was wrong, this wasn’t a false labor pain, this felt real. Before either of us could say anything I looked down to see my pants and some of the sheet was wet and I let out a little scream.
“Spence my water broke!” I said with a smile on my face and his eyes widened, jumping out of bed and quickly putting pants on over his boxers.
“Why are you smiling?! You are going into labor aren’t you in pain!?” Spencer asked rushing over to me, taking my hands in his and helping me up from the bed.
“Yeah, a little but I’m just so happy. This sucker will finally be out of me and grace us with his or her presence.” I said making Spencer laugh even though I knew he was almost sweating from nervousness. He walked me through the house, grabbing the bags we needed along the way and by the time we got to the car, my happiness had faded and now the pain was taking over and with one look at Spencer, I knew, we were so ready for this.

You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground

Pair : Dean x Reader

Music : The One by Kodaline

Summary : Dean never thought he could be saved, until you walked in, and changed things. Old feelings came flooding back, as you both reminisce on old memories from the past. But whats a story without a little twist?

Warnings : light angst, cursing, Smut.

READ Part 2 Here - Part 3 Here - Part 4 Here - Part 5 Here

It was a long dreadful night for the Winchesters. A case that was suppose to be quick and easy, became a month long process.

Finally, it coming to an end, the boys decided on taking a small break.Dean and Sam decided on going to a bar, to drink their sorrows away.

Unfamiliar faces filled the room. Loud music echoed around as drunk slurs slipped through peoples mouths. It was something the boys were used too.

“Damn I’m exhausted.” Dean exhaled, motioning for the bartender.

Sam nodded, running his hands through his hair. Thats the thing with long cases, some times it takes a toll on them. More than just physical exhaustion, it emotionally draining. Having to watch innocent people die, not being able to save everyone, It broke them. But they learned to grow immune to it all, to be numb.

As the night carried on, As the alcohol streamed through their veins, and their minds were hazed, Their walls came tearing down.

“I dont know man, arent you tired of it all?” Sam muttered, taking another shot of whiskey. 

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “What I’m tired of is seeing everyone I love die, or walk away. I am tired of being reminded just how much I have lost. This life, there is no happy ending. There is no ‘Apple pie’ crap. We’ve seen too much, theres no walking away from this, which means theres no moving on. Its a constant roller coaster of bullshit that we were thrown into.” He grunted, reminiscing every case he has ever been on.

“But why do we have to suffer? What did we do to deserve this life?” Sam asked, his eyes blood shot. “Do you really think theres no happy ending for us?” 

“Nah, not for people like me. You, maybe. But me?” He shook his head, and looked down at his cup. staring at the bourbon swishing around. Dean may never admit to his brother just how much he wishes he were free from this life, but he knew it were only a dream.


You pulled the door open, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Your head was filled with different emotions.

Walking toward the back of the bar, you heard familiar voices. Voices you haven’t heard in years. Snapping your head back, your eyes grew wide as they laid on the familiar faces. Dean and Sam.

“Dean?” You muttered. 

His lips escaped the cup as he locked his eyes with yours. You felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat, and your stomach churn.

You left the boys after Bobby died, the man who was like a father to you. And though you didn’t blame them for his death, you just couldnt be near them anymore, it tore you apart.

“Y/N.” He finally let out. His mouth dropped, staring at you as if he had just seen a ghost. 

Sam stumbled out of his chair, almost pulling you down along with him. Dean swiftly pulled his brother up, helping him stand on his two feet.

“Y/N! Wow, i can’t believe its you! I missed you so much.” Sam stammered, pulling you in close to his side. With Dean on the other side, you were inches away from his face. His green emerald eyes, gazing into yours, It was something you never thought you missed. 

Sam began to fall once more. “Ok, lets get you home.” Dean muttered, walking his brother out to the car.
You followed behind, helping the older Winchester.

“Thanks.” Dean exhaled, closing the door to the impala. 

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a soft chuckle. “Guess things don’t change after all.”

Deans lips curved up into a small smile, his plump lips taunting you.

“H-How’ve you been?” Dean muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You missed the boys without even realizing it. Years have come and gone and not once did you ever stop to wonder if they missed you.

“I been ok.” You smiled, though you knew you were lying through your teeth.

“You look good.” He exhaled, making the blood rush up to your cheeks.

Sam groaned, catching both yours and Deans attention.
The poor guy, blood pumped with poison running through his veins. He looked helpless.
“I better get him home.” Dean stammered. “But we should meet up tomorrow. I missed you.”

Those words created your stomach to flutter.

“That sounds great.” You exhaled.

Dean pulled you in for a quick, but tight embrace. Before escaping the parking lot, and vanishing into the night.

Leaving you alone to your thoughts.

Alone to ponder as old feelings crept up, and flooded you like a wave crashing into the rocks. Dean was the closest person in your life. He was your other half, your best friend. someone you could always count on. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him. But you always felt he never saw you that way.

Little did you know, Dean loved you since you were both 14 Years old.


“Her name is Y/N.” Bobby muttered. Motioning to the boys standing in front of you.

“Hi I’m Dean.” He reached his hand out toward you, and all you could think about was how beautiful his eyes were, almost breathtaking.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He smiled. His voice was soothing, especially after seeing your parents die by a demon, something you thought never existed.

“H-hi.” You hesitated.

A shorter boy took a step forward, his hair was longer and lighter. 
“I’m Sam.” He smiled.

“Yea, my annoying little brother.” Dean huffed.

Sam rolled his eyes and walked back to the couch, where he sat and lost himself in a book.

“Do you like video games?” Dean muttered, catching your attention. 

You nodded and followed him into the living room.

Something about this made everything seem at ease. Maybe it was the way bobby watched over the boys, or the way they all acted as a family. 
No matter what it was, it made you feel safe. They made you feel safe…


The sun crept through the window as you waited at the table patiently for the boys to arrive. Your heart hammered as you grew anxious to see them, both sober and rested.

You heard the familiar roar from the impala, making you snap your head toward the sound. There he was, climbing out of the car. Looking handsome then ever. But he was alone. Sam was nowhere insight.

Your eyes followed Dean as he made his way into the Diner.
“Hey stranger.” He muttered, walking over to you.

His lips curved up and reached his arms out. You propped up on to your feet, and fell into his embrace. Breathing him in. 

“Hey.” You exhaled. “Wheres Sam?”

“Oh the guy was so hungover, he couldn’t even blink.” He chuckled.

Hearing his laugh was like music to your ears. You enjoyed seeing him that way, knowing at that moment he had no worries what so ever.

Dean pulled your chair out, motioning for you to sit.
“Thanks” You exhaled.

It’s been three years since the last time you talked to Dean. Nerves and adrenaline vibrated through you as you tried to seem calm.

But every time he stared intently at you, gently grazing his lower lip with his teeth, it made your stomach flutter.

His eyes were soft, never leaving yours. 

“What?” You laughed, heat leaving your body.

“I just never thought I’d see you again.” He stammered.

As a few hours rolled by, you and the older Winchester, talked for what seemed like forever. Reminiscing old memories, laughing about little things. It was like you never left. Picking up exactly where you left off.

“Remember that one night, we snuck out of Bobby’s, and went to the carnival that was going on the next town over?” He chuckled.

Your lips curved up as the images flooded your mind. Dean helped you climb down the roof, running through the night, stealing a car. It was thrilling.

“How could I forget!” You cackled. “I remember you were too scared to go on the Ferris wheel and the swings!”

“These rides are built over night. Of course I was scared!” He grunted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“I hear there’s a carnival not too far from here.” You smiled. “Want to go?”

Dean took in a deep breath. He loved spending every moment he can with you.

“Let’s do this.”


You haven’t gone out in a while. Mostly spent your days hunting, something Dean could relate too.

The small chatters, and laughter filled the air as you both walked through the park.

“Wow, it’s been years since I’ve been to one of these.” Dean muttered.

You gently stared at Dean, whose lips curved up and eyes crinkled as he gazed around. Lights hitting his face, it was like being 14 all over again.

Without realizing, Dean slipped his hand into yours. Carefully pulling, capturing your attention.
“Come on!” He croaked.

Running through the crowed, you and Dean made your way to the fun house.

“Oh no, I’m not going in there!” You stammered, crossing your arms over your chest.

The fun house always scared you, and you never understood the name, because it wasn’t ‘fun’ for you.

“Come on! It’s not that bad.” He grunted. Batting his emerald green eyes.

You felt a smile creep up on your face. “Fine, let’s make a deal. If I go in, then you have to-” you paused looking around, searching for a ride you knew Dean never would step foot on.
“You have to go on the Ferris wheel with me!” You squealed.

Dean glanced over the ride, then back to you. Shaking his head, he lower out a soft groan. “Fine.” He stammered. “Just this once.”


Walking into the fun house, you slid your hand into Deans. Squeezing tightly as your heart began to race. It was dark and mirrors surrounded you.

“I hate this.” You whispered.

You were oblivious to the situation, but Dean knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you would be terrified, which meant you would hold on to him, pulling him in close.

“Its not that bad.” He chuckled.

The older Winchester, clasped his hand into your side and growled, making you jump in your stance.

“Fuck you Winchester!” You yelped, as Dean laughed into the air.

You chuckled along, feeling yourself lighten up from being so tense.

You missed this. Spending time with Dean, laughing for hours on end. It was natural. As if you two were always meant to be together. Soul mates.

Finally escaping the fun house, you and Dean still starched to each other, you were excited to finally go on the Ferris wheel with Dean.

“Ready?” You exhaled.

Dean took in a deep breath and swallowed hard.

Taking your seats, watching the workers clasp the bar over your laps, you heard soft groans escaping dean.

“Don’t worry Dean, nothing is going to happen to you.” You smiled, his face softened as the words echoed around his head.

He felt safe, secure. In this very moment, he knew he couldn’t let you walk away again.

“I’m glad we ran into each other again.” He stated. “I missed you.”

You felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up. “I missed you too.”

The ride began to move, feeling yourselves lift up off the ground. His hand grazed over yours, causing goosebumps to form all over you. 

“I mean it Y/N.” Dean exhaled. “It wasn’t the same after you left. I missed my best friend. I needed you. I felt like something was missing, but now-” He paused, looking into your eyes. “Now I feel whole again. Because even when everything goes to crap, all i have to do is look at your face and I’ll know that everything will be okay. I’m not letting you go again. I cant.”

Before you could speak, Dean pulled his lips to yours, tasting him, feeling his tongue graze against yours.

There was something about that moment, that paused time. As if everything around you, stood still.


Making your way to the bunker, Dean carried you effortlessly through the halls. His lips never parting from yours. It felt surreal. 

Gently laying you on to his bed, You both stripped from your clothes. His body against yours creating a sensation to vibrate through you. He kissed your neck, feeling him travel along your torso, down to your already drenched flower. 

Soft moans escaped your lips, as Dean pushed himself through. Breaking entrance, gliding himself inside. Your walls surrounded him, making him want you even more.

Dean laid over you, grunting as he pushes himself in and out of you. Making you arch your back and dig your nails into his back. 

“Fuck.” He grunted. 

Pumping faster, moans and whimpers fill the air. Different emotions flooded your mind. Old feelings and even new ones all coming out all at once. 

The older Winchester tangled his hand into your hair, gently pulling making you scream with pleasure. 

Hearing you moan, made Dean come close to his peak. Pounding himself into you, You gasped for air as your mind went blank and your juices flooded Dean. 

“That was so hot.” Dean whispered, falling into you pushing himself deeper inside. 

His breathing became heavy, and you swore your heart felt like it were about to jump out of your chest. 

Dean tilted his head back, groaning as he let himself go inside of you. 

He rolled over, laughing as he landed on his back. His eyes were closed, but his smile never left his face. 

You turned to face him, tracing your finger tips over his jaw line. Savoring every moment you have with him. You loved the way he looked at you, the way he lingered as if it were his last time. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, the words causing your stomach to flutter, as tears filled your eyes. 

Since the day you met him, you’ve dreamed about him telling you just that. Wishing he would be in love with you the way you loved him. 

You pulled his face to yours, crashing your lips. Inhaling him, your tongue dancing along his. 

Dean pulled you in, cradling his head in the nook of your neck. You stared at the ceiling, feeling as if you belong. As if you finally found yourself. 

Slowly, you both fell into complete slumber, breathing became in sync as the night fell into morning. 


Dean’s eyes fluttered open, yawning the sleep away. Images of yesterday, played in his head like a movie. 

He rolled over, feigning for your touch. But you were nowhere in sight. He shot up, looking around wondering where you were. 

“Y/N?” he croaked. 

Dean grew worried, confused at why you left. His stomach churned, and heat escaped his body. 

“What the hell?” 

He looked back at the side of the bed, where the pillow still had your scent stitched into it. A small paper laid over the edge, capturing Deans attention. 

Dean...” He began to read.

Star-Crossed Myth - Scorpio (pregnancy)

Hi guys! :3 Remember, this is my first real fanfic since my break, so don’t expect too much.
Anyway, thank you for reading!

I make sure that the planetarium is properly closed up for the night and then I bury both hands in my pockets, to protect them from the cold autumn air as I begin to walk towards the mansion.
Even though it’s pretty late, I take the long way on purpose so that I’ll pass the mall. And once I’m there, I can’t stop myself from doing some extreme window shopping.

Keep reading

Do you ever stop and think about HOW FRENCH IT IS that France actually has a sparkling, alcohol-free, apple juice sold in Champagne-looking bottles - wire cap and cork included - SO FRENCH KIDS CAN HAVE THE EXPERIENCE OF CHAMPAGNE FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY PARTIES ? 

It’s been around for decades and I’ve just realized how quintessentially French it is of us to have that kind of product available

( uuuugh, I never said France was the only country to sell that stuff, we were only the first to do so. Calm your tits ya’ll. uuugh )

Okay, I’m just going to take a moment out of my day to be fandom trash here but… look.

Just look. Not at Hunter’s puppy dog face but rather in the back over there where the cuties are standing.

I mean look at the way Apple just latches onto Raven’s arm. I mean come on Mattel, why do you have to make it…just so easy to ship these two together? Look at how adorable they are. Raven, ditch Dexter and just freaking get with Apple White already. You two are so perfect for each other

Screencap taken from Faybelle’s Choice

Originally posted by iblamebuckybarnes

Imagine living the apple pie life with Dean...

You slid on a pair of oven mitts as you heard a car pull up outside. A smile crept across your face, content in knowing your husband was home from work and you had the whole weekend in front of you. Dean sauntered into the kitchen, tossing his jacket and lunchbag on the table, leaving both hands free to wrap around your waist.

“Well hello darling,” he grinned. “What’s cooking?”

“More like what’s burning if you don’t let me get it out of the oven!” you laughed as you squirmed out of his grip. Bending over, you pulled a homemade apple pie from the oven complete with perfect criss-crossed pastry top.

“Mmmmm…” Dean practically drooled over the dessert. “You do spoil me, my dear.” You rolled your eyes at him and let him pull you into a deep kiss.

“How was work?” you asked, as you turned your attention back to the stove and the dinner cooking on it.

“Same old, same old. I’ll bore with all the details after I shower.” Dean headed toward the bathroom, but not without pinching your butt first. You looked out the kitchen window with a smile, contemplating how lucky you were. The perfect man, the perfect house, the perfect life. How could life get any better?


The sound of a car door slamming woke you with a start. Groggy from restless sleep, it took you a second to register where you were. Sitting up, you found yourself in the back seat of the Impala parked at a gas station. Dean sat in the drivers spot, passing you a dodgy smelling burrito over the back of his seat without so much as a glance. You snorted cynically as you recalled the dream you were having. Yeah right, you thought, like that would ever happen.

A/N: My first imagine in so long! Thanks guys for being patient- hopefully this means the fic factory is back up and running!

Tagging: Looks guys! I did a thing! @yoursupernaturalsammygirl @writingsofwinchesters @winchester-with-wings @talesoftheimpala @castihelloboys @autoblocked @cestladoulerexquise @thinkwritexpress