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Don’t Say Anything (part 2)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst my friends, sadness

A/N: Here’s part twooooooo! Enjoy! Also, who has my notifications on? I’m curious.

You run back to your room, hoping that Wanda had left so that she wouldn’t see you about to break down. You thank the heavens above when she’s nowhere inside your room and lock the door, throwing yourself on your bed. You bury your face into your pillow and let out a sob. Then another. And another. You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so hard.

Of course he’s With Natasha. Beautiful, skilled, badass Natasha. You were just his friend. Why did you think you could ever be more than a friend to Bucky?

You couldn’t believe what you just saw only moments ago. It was all so surreal. How did you not know about the two of them? How did you not catch on? Were you really that oblivious?

The image of Natasha and Bucky making out on his bed appears in your mind and you squeeze your eyes shut, crying some more. You should have made a move a long time ago. Maybe then everything would be different.

What are you thinking? Of course it wouldn’t. He’d still choose Natasha no matter what. Why would he chose a 1 over a 10? You’ve always felt like you weren’t good enough. Growing up, you were always someone’s second choice and if not - Third.

You thought Bucky liked you back. At least a little bit. He’d always take you out for milkshakes or lunch - sometimes dinner. The two of you would be cooped up in his room with blankets and pillows watching Disney movies and singing along to every song. He’d always remind you how beautiful you looked (even if you just woke up and you looked like a zombie raccoon). Was that him just being a good friend?

Of course it was. He could never like you more than just a friend.

You had to get over him and fast. He’s happy with Natasha and you don’t want to ruin that. All you’ve ever wanted was for him to be happy. He deserves to be happy. So, you decide to distance yourself from him in hopes that the crush goes away.

You hope it goes away.

The next day you walk into the kitchen, eyes burning from crying the night before. Everyone was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day while you decided on being a log and staying in your room.

“You look like trash.” Sam comments and you glare at him.

“Shut up, she looks beautiful.” Bucky comes over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple.

You take a sneak look at Nat before shrugging his arm off of you, continuing to walk over to the fridge. You pull out the milk, grab a bowl and open the pantry, scanning for the cereal that you wanted. It took a minute but you saw it and it was pushed back on the shelf. What kind of sick monster does that?

With a huff you get on your tip toes, trying to reach for the box but fail miserably. Suddenly, a hand wraps itself around your waist and you gasp, seeing Bucky smiling at you. He reaches up and grabs the box before handing it to you.

“Saw you having some trouble, doll, thought I’d be your knight in shining armor.” he says with a wink. You fight the urge to smile. Why was he so damn cute? What kind of sorcery was this?

“Thanks.” you murmur, turning away and making your cereal. You don’t see the confusion on Bucky’s face. You’d usually say something silly back but you couldn’t. Not while knowing that him and Natasha were a thing.

“Baby doll,” Bucky says softly, coming up next to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” you shrug, pouring your cereal in then the milk.

“Well did I do something to upset you?” yes. “You’re acting different.”

You sigh. “I just don’t feel good today, Buck.”

“Is there anything I can-”

“Hey guys.” Nat smiled.

“Hey Nat.” Bucky responds. You grab a spoon and put it in your bowl after putting everything away.

“Y/N, how’d it go with the guy that you like? Wanda told me you went to tell him that you like him yesterday.” she smiled, bringing her cup of coffee to her lips.

Bucky looks over at you. “You like someone?”

“More like she’s in love with this guy. I’ve never seen her so smitten before.” Natasha chuckled.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. Was he.. Jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He had no reason to be. He was with Natasha for Pete’s sake! You brush it off as the little hope you were hanging onto.

“ Uh.. Yeah I went to tell him that I like him but it turns out he only sees me as a friend and he has a girlfriend. I guess I’ve been misinterpreting his kind gestures this whole time.” you respond, picking your bowl up.

“What an asshole.” she huffed. “Tell me who he is so I can kick his ass. Maybe that’ll knock some sense into him.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear. Little does she know that the ‘asshole’ is standing right in front of her. “No it’s fine. I was stupid to think he’d like someone like me.”

“You’re crazy.” Bucky spoke. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

That guy is you.

You give him a small smile before sighing. “It’s whatever.”

“What are you doing today?” the red head asks.

“Nothing. Just gonna stay in my room and watch movies.” you shrug.

“What? No! Please tell me you’re not gonna sulk over this guy.” Bucky says. “He’s an idiot!”

You take a bite of your cereal.

“Go take a shower, get dressed and I’ll take you to Coney Island or something. Maybe the zoo? I know how much you love animals.” he adds.

You shake your head. “Bucky no.”

“Bucky yes.” he smiled. “Go on, get ready.” you stare at him, giving him your best puppy dog face and he chuckles. “That’s not gonna work this time. Go.”

You groan, dragging yourself to your room while shoveling cereal in your mouth. So much for distancing yourself.

A/N: Here you goooooo. Tell me what ya think!


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Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Kiseok loved everything about you. Your smile, your sense of humor, your strength, your kindness; but one of his favorite qualities was your selflessness and love of taking care of others. Watching you care for your daughter, watching you care for him, watching you care for the other members of the AOMG family and their own respective families; it made him fall more in love with you every day.

However, that love and that desire to take care of anyone that needed you was something that often led to Lucy-esque feats of mischief.

He’d come home to find animals of all shapes and sizes inhabiting your living room. He’d come home to see dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, and even a deer once enjoying your love and attention. There had been times where you hid the animals from him and he never would’ve found them if it wasn’t for your daughter telling him just how cute the new puppy was.

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CRAIG: What?

JIMMY: What on earth could Tweek p-p-possibly be d-doing?

CRAIG: What the fuck, man?

JIMMY: Where are you going?

TOKEN: Why is he trying to climb the fence?


CRAIG: So why are you climbing!


CRAIG: Dude! You seemed okay with it twenty minutes ago!


CRAIG: You know Clyde actually skipped class today, right?

TOKEN: Yeah, he asked me earlier for today’s homework.

TOKEN: I didn’t tell him because he should’ve been in class.

TWEEK: What!


JIMMY: Why don’t you come b-bbback in? It’s getting cold with this window open.




CRAIG: *sigh*

JIMMY: It’s getting late. I think we should probably go o-o-ourselves.

CRAIG: Yeah, we’re probably gonna get kicked out anyways because Clyde’s in trouble.

TOKEN: Aw man.

JIMMY: Are you recording this?

TOKEN: Why wouldn’t I.

JIMMY: I mean, f-f-fair enough.

Clones finding out ab Reader's scars.

TW: implied mentions of self abuse under fives


He really didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were changing, he really didn’t. But Fives had said someone spilled fresh caf on you and he wanted to make sure you were ok. Well, honestly he knew you were alright, but the both of you had been really busy lately and he wanted to see you.

When the captain walked in unannounced, his cheeks immediately turned red seeing your bare back facing him. His eyes were drawn to the little white and pink lines going down you back.

“Shit, Rex! Scared the crap out of me!” You exclaimed, turning around after pulling a shirt over your head.

“(Y/N), how did you get those scars?” He asked. With a sigh you sat down, and began the story.

“When I was younger I was in an indoor market when it caught fire. The exit had been blocked by a falling rafter. An adult shattered the window and threw me out-we were only on the second floor. I landed on the glass shards and broke my arm. Guess that’s better than burning alive. I know they’re not beautiful.” You explained, finding the floor very interesting. He waited a moment to respond, and you feared the worst. But finally, he lifted your chin and placed a small kiss on your lips.

“No, scars aren’t, but survivors are.”

Wolffe didn’t know much about your life before you joined the military. You didn’t list anybody on your emergency contact but a friend and your previous boss. Another thing he noticed now was that he’s never seen you without a jacket on. (The most intimate y’all had been was making out against a fighter jet). So when the two of you were kneeling over an injured civilian, he was almost surprised when you started shedding your uniform jacket.

“Hold this.” You ordered. He took a corner and you took the the other and started ripping it. Eventually, the civvie was patched up enough for them to move on. This was a usual thing after a battle, but usually you had more supplies- there had been a lot of injuries this go around.

As y’all stood up, you walked slightly in front of him and drew your hair up off your shoulders. “I hate desert planets.”

Though he head you, Wolffe was too busy following the four white jagged lines that trailed from your shoulders down and into your shirt. Then he realized with your arms raised up, your undershirt raised slightly to show him your lower back. This reveal another set of marks that curved around your hip.

“Wolffe?” You asked after not receiving an answer or snarky comment. That’s when he reached out and traced over one of the lines with his gloved fingers. Tensing under this touch, you retracted away and let your hair down to cover them. He took off his helmet to look you in the eye for an explanation.

“What the hell happened?” He demanded, angry that someone had left you like that- that someone had hurt you.

“You’re not gonna let me weasel out of this, are you?” He gave you a ‘not-a-chance’ look, with a sigh you start, “Well, to begin with my dad is not a good person. He’s just not. He was- still is- involved in a bunch of bad groups. When I was 13-ish, he forced me to help him with a heists, told me either I did it or he’d make my younger siblings do it. Well, the guards of one of the places we robbed had attack animals, and my dad’s self preservation exceeded his care for me. After I recovered, I was legally seized by the government.“

For a second Wolffe that you had given him the plot to a movie, but a look in your eyes told him it was the truth. “I got a lot of scars doing shit like that, now I’m in the army hoping a little of my good erases a whole lotta bad of him bad.”

“I love you. I’m sorry you ever had to deal with that- no kid should have too.” He muttered into your hair after embracing you. “And if I ever meet your father, remind me to fucking deck him.”


One thing Fives was sure of was that you had to be one of the clumsiest engineers in the entire GAR. It was amusing to an extent, but also incredibly worrying. So he always tried to be close by when he knew you were doing something dangerous. (Well most things we dangerous for you). For example, this time he was the help you to the infirmary when you side was accidentally dragged against a jutted out piece of metal.

It wasn’t bad, just bad enough to need to pay Kix a visit. Once in the med bay, Kix had you hold up your shirt above the gash, just enough where Fives could also locate a multitude of little white lines, mostly adjacent to each other, and all a little under an inch.

Waiting for Kix to leave he whispered, “Why are there so many scars on your side?”

You turned to him with sad eyes, “I went through a really bad time in my life. That’s as much as I want to say.”

Fives, of course, didn’t press, just hugged you (careful of your lesion) tightly, “Please don’t ever let it get that bad again- not without telling me. You’re to amazing to feel like that, and I can’t lose you knowing I could’ve helped.”


For @finish-the-clone-wars​ Writing Wednesday prompt, an Unlikely Team. This just for fun, but happens before some of the cannon Clone Wars episodes. You’ll see what I mean.

“Careful. Careful! He’s still breathin’!”

“Barely! We ought to just slice ‘im now!”

“He’s a fine specimen. And republic. We might get something for ‘im.”

“For him? You’re pullin’ me leg!”

“Move it boys, move it!”

His head was already in pain and growing, but the yells near his head weren’t helping. And the fact he was being pulled, set down, tied and then moved again, didn’t do much either. He couldn’t see, but managed to catch the tight breathing in his ears. At least he had his helmet, for all the good it’ll do him.

He focused on what he could around him, trying to get a sense of his location. The humming of speeder bikes was all around him, and every now and then, they’d make a turn and he’d feel the momentum. Other than that, he wasn’t really sure where he was going, who was taking him there and where he even was.

They slowly pulled into a stop and he heard the speeders die down, before someone unmounted whatever they laid him on. They carried him with… not so much grace, but at least he was tied on it and didn’t have to fear falling down. There was a shift in space – everything was more cool and closer than before. Must have entered a structure of some kind…

“Oi, boss!” the one near his head yelled and he almost growled. His head felt like it might explode any second now. “We found somethin’!”

“Someone too!” that one was by his feet as they set him down, untied him, and footsteps signaled someone walking closer.

“Boys, what did I tell you about brining bodies back here?” the new person sounded like a scolding father, but there was power to his tone.

“He ain’t dead boss. He’s breathing,” it was in that moment that his bucket was removed and he was able to open his eyes and see properly. His face scrounged as the light stabbed his eyes, and a low growl escaped him, but still, he managed. His hands and legs were tied, but he was sitting, and the helmet now lay on the side.

In front of him was a Weequay, red trench coat, pants and a shirt, with a weird hat and goggles. He also had a Kowakian monkey-lizard on his shoulders. The others around him were also Weequays, but far less ornamented and dressed. Great. Pirates.

“Well, well, well… What have we here,” the one in front of him almost laughed, leaning in closer. “Never thought I’d see a loncem fella like you around here.”

“Found ‘im in a wreckage. Seems like ‘is ship got busted.”

“Hmm… What’s your name?” the apparent leader asked, sitting on his heels.

“…” he didn’t speak, only glared and his lip curled into a frown.

“Aw, come now! I’m trying to be hospitable here!” the leader threw his hands in the air before letting out a sigh. “Alright, fine. I’ll start. I am Hondo Ohnaka.”

“Wolffe,” came the gruff and simple answer, since he figured giving them a name couldn’t be that bad. He avoided adding his rank, because they didn’t need to know that.

“Like, one of ‘em wild animals? Wolf?” one of the lackeys by his side asked, watching him with wide eyes.

“Double F and an E genius,” he rolled his eyes as the Weequays laughed. Idiots.

“That’s a weird way to name you…” the same one asked and he sighed.

“Apparently you’ve never met a clone before,” Wolffe said and the pirates stiffened.

“Not a live one,” Hondo’s tone took on an almost threatening one.

“What’re we gonna do with ‘im boss?”

“Well, we should probably kill him,” Ohnaka said and Wolffe felt his body tense. “But… I know that skirt,” the pirate added, nudging the kama with his foot. “We got ourselves a high-ranking officer. Might be worth something.”

“You son of a-!” before he got to finish, Hondo shushed him and the lackeys behind him tied a cloth over his mouth.

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk. Didn’t your mother teach you better!” the pirate shook a finger, before pausing and realizing something. “I haha… guess you never had one. Sorry.”

Wolffe only glared and struggled against the restraints as they pulled him to his feet and marched him off to one of the cells.

As he sat there, leaning on a wall, he heard someone coming and snapped his head into that direction. It was Ohnaka, and he was carrying a plate of food. What, did he plan on bribing him or something? After a day or two of nothing, this is quite the change.

“Good morning friend!” the pirate called cheerfully, setting the plate down and sliding it in through a small opening.

“We’re not friends and the morning isn’t good,” Wolffe said simply, eyeing the plate. He had to admit, it at least smelled better than the ration bars.

“My, my, you’re a grumpy one aren’t you…” Hondo muttered, almost pouting. “I’m trying to be friends here!” he said more loudly, pointing at himself.

“Let me out of here and we might be,” the soldier grinned, looking around the cell.

“Hmm… How about this: You contact your superior officer, and we bargain for your life?” the thought sent a chill through the Commander’s body. General Koon would likely agree to such a deal. But he can’t let it happen. He’d never endanger the General’s life like that.

“No? What, you don’t think they’d bargain?” Ohnaka, tilted his head, almost in a sad manner. “That’s… very sad.”

“We’re clones, we’re expendable…” the words left his mouth before he even realized what he said and snapped his mouth shut later.

“…A very hard life to live I imagine…”

“What do you want?” Wolffe didn’t like where this was going and just asked.

“Well, money for instance. But since you apparently aren’t worth much…” he trailed off rubbing his chin. “I think we could still sell you as a slave.”

Instantly, the soldier was on his feet and rammed into the cage, actually forcing the pirate a few steps back. His glare and growl said more than words ever could and saw the fear flash before the Weequay’s eyes.

“I take you don’t like that idea very much…” there was a small silence before a yell of ‘Boss!’ made the pirate excuse himself and leave. Wolffe just glared at his back, gripping the railings of the cell and let out a defeated sigh.

“Fuck!” he hissed, running a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going to end well, one way or another.

“Boss, we got visitors,” Parsel said as he walked closer. “And they don’ look too happy.”

“They never are…” Ohnaka said and readied himself as the ship landed. And instantly, he knew this was going to be… interesting. A Republic ship.

“Friends, welcome, welcome!” he called as the ramp lowered and he saw four figures walk down. Three were clones and the fourth was a Kel Dor. Oh boy…

“Greetings,” the Kel Dor said back, the three soldiers by his side ready for trouble.

“What can I do for you?” Hondo asked cheerfully, giving his best smile.

“We were wondering if you’ve by chance, seen one of my men? He crashed not far from this establishment,” the Kel Dor swiped across his robe in such a way, he revealed a bit of a lightsaber. Wonderful. A Jedi…

“Can’t say I have. So sorry,” Ohnaka put his hands together and gave a small bow of his head.

“You lying scum-!” one of soldier stepped forward, but the Jedi stopped him.

“Calm yourself Boost. Violence will not solve anything here,” the Kel Dor spoke calmly, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yet.”

The gathered pirates all trembled slightly, but the farthest away slowly reached for their weapons.

“I would ask again – have you seen one of my men?” there was an edge to the Jeid’s tone now and his hand was too close to his lightsaber for comfort.

“Hahah, I uh, may have, come across… someone. A while ago. My memory isn’t what it used to be…” Hondo laughed nervously. “Parsel, won’t you check if we have a… clone? Hmm?” he turned to the other pirate who shakily nodded.

“Thank you,” the Jedi seemed to relax, but his men were still on edge.

“BOSS!” came a yell from the top of the watch tower. “We got raiders incoming!”

“Raiders?” the second soldier asked, looking around.

“Uncharted worlds Comet. Get ready,” the last one muttered and readied his blaster.

“Oh, you’re… going to fight?” Ohnaka asked in utter disbelieve.

“Until you locate Commander Wolffe, yes,” the Kel Dor parted his cloak and took out the lightsaber, activating it.

“Oi, Mr. McGrumpy?” he heard one of the pirates running towards his cell and twisted his neck to get a good look. “Time to move!”

“What?” Wolffe barely had time to asked before his cell was opened and the pirate nodded at him.

“Some friends of yours are here. Lucky you I guess…” the soldier grabbed his bucket before walking out, and saw the republic ship parked at the front. He almost laughed.

“Hold it right there!” a new voice hissed as the two turned and saw a gang of Humans blocking their path. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere!”

“Oh boy,” the pirate panicked, arms in the air.

“You too pretty boy,” a female nudged the soldier in the side with her blaster and he only growled. As she tried to poke him again, he grabbed the rifle, slammed the butt of it into her chest and staggered her. The rest tried to fire, but Wolffe grabbed he pirate, shoved him to the ground and rolled forward, firing off shots.

“Get ‘im!” someone called and the Commander saw one aiming at his back, but the raider got a metal plate to the face.

“Thanks,” Wolffe nodded to the Weequay, who nodded back.

“More incomin’!” the pirate called and the soldier aimed again. From behind, he heard some grunts and metal hitting flesh and shook his head. How’d it come to this, that he’s fighting alongside pirates?

“There’s something going on inside!” Sinker called as he ducked under some cover.

“Haha, it’s probably Wolffe!” Boost laughed and threw a detonator.

“How can you tell?” Comet blasted one of the raiders who tried to throw his own bomb.

There was a low howl coming from the building now, as blaster fire could be heard. The soldiers laughed and Plo Koon smiled, knowing this was going to end well.

The fighting lasted a few more minutes before the raiders decided to pull back. Any who weren’t fast enough got left behind and were mostly captured by the pirates.

“Well, I’ll be!” Hondo laughed as he watched them flee and walked closer to the Republicans. “You sure know how to fight!”

“General?” the voice was tired but everyone turned to the entrance, where Wolffe stood, smiling and relived. On his shoulder was Parsel, a wound across his back.

“Parsel?” Ohnaka spoke up first as the soldier carefully set the pirate down.

“Alive, but hurt,” was all he said before feeling a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you hurt?” Plo asked, voice laced with concern.

“…No, not really sir,” he admitted. “If these guys hadn’t found me in the wreckage, I may have been…” he admitted, even if he didn’t really like it.

“Indeed,” the Jedi looked at the pirates, who were gathering and helping the wounded. Their leader was taking in some more information, before joining them.

“Well, it seems it all worked out in the end, wouldn’t you say?” Hondo rubbed his hands together, looking from the Commander to the General.

“It would seem it has. Thank you, for your hospitality. It would seem we are in your debt,” at Koon’s words, Wolffe looked in surprise. Why was he saying that now?

“Ah, you helped us plenty! How about we call it even, and be friends?” Ohnaka extending his hand, smiling.

“…Tch, you’re weird,” Wolffe sighed, shook his head but took hold of the hand none the less.

“The only way to live my friend! The weirder the better I say!”

“Perhaps we shall meet again, under… better circumstances,” the Jedi said, giving a bow of his head.

“I can only hope! You Jedi and clones are all good in my book!”

“Maybe next time we’ll shoot to maim and not kill pirates!” Wolffe called as they walked towards the ship, his brothers laughing.

“Ah, yes… one can only hope…” Hondo gave an awkward wave goodbye as the ramp closed.

“Are we just gonna let ‘em leave?”

“This time, yes. Besides, we can finally take out the raiders now – they really took a blow of these fellas.”

“…Did you know they’d come lookin’ for the clone?”

“It’s always good to assume! Now, come, we have some raiders to remove.”

“Commander, good to have you back,” the trio said as they all sat down.

“Good to be back,” Wolffe let out a tired breath and leaned his head against the cold steel wall.

“You made friends with pirates huh?” Sinker asked with a grin.

“It was more of a… team-up,” the Commander shrugged.

“An unlikely one at that,” Boost snickered at the usual grumpy look he got.

“I’d like to see you do better.”

“Don’t challenge him like that – you know he’s dumb enough to do it.”

“Hey! I am not dumb!”

“Yeah, you kinda are…”

Plo Koon simply smiled to himself as he watched his men bicker, arms on his lap. He still wondered what a strange coincidence it was for the raiders to attack as they arrived. But still, perhaps this Hondo Ohnaka may be someone who helps them in the future.

Cut! So yeah, ties in with how Hondo helped Plo with Boba that one time. Kinda. I don’t know. It’s crack for fun!


2.28.2017 | See? Progress! Yeah…

Here’s more or less what I presented last Wednesday, with a few extras added in (like the crowd walk and the shot of Aster sighing). Also animation notes! For that Thesis Bible we’re supposed to be working on!

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Let Me Hold You Part 2

And so the fluff begins…guys there is so much fluff to come :)

heres a link to part 1 https://marvelatbarnes.tumblr.com/post/159396714652/let-me-hold-you

Originally posted by alcantara420

Harley’s hand smacked around her bed while her eyes were closed.  She flipped it open before looking at it and put it against her ear.
“Harley?  Hey can you be here in five minutes?”  Jax said over the phone.  Harley’s unoccupied hand rubbed across her face.  It had been two weeks since she had started and this was the first time Jax was using the on call bartender, she was beginning to think he was being sarcastic about it.
“Sure.”  Harley’s half asleep, sitting up quickly and hanging up the phone.  She rushed into her kitchen and threw food into Potato’s bowl.  She brushed her hair out quickly and her teeth while trying to pull on a sweatshirt.  She sprayed body spray all over her and clipped the leash on Potato, quickly locking the door behind her and jogging to the bar.  It was a ten minute walk and whenever she could avoid paying for gas, she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.  She made sure Potato peed before rushing inside to see half naked women and all the guys asleep in the bar.  Jax and Tig were standing behind the bar, smiling, while Juice sitting at the edge of the bar with his face practically glued to a laptop.
“Those are some short ass shorts.”  Tig said while Harley let her head fall back, realizing she forgot to change out of her sleep shorts.  Juice’s head whipped around to glance but then he turned right back.
“10 minutes.  Not bad, darlin’.”  Jax smiled.  Harley let out a long breath and looked down at her watch.
“It’s 9 am.”  Harley rubbed her face and sat down at a bar stool.
“On call.”  Jax reminded her.
“I was here literally five hours ago.”  Harley looked up to Tig’s bright eyes looking down at Potato.
“Who’s this little guy?”  At the higher, softer pitch in his voice, Potato whipped his head up and started wagging his tail.
“Potato.  Potato, these are two mean men who made your mom wake up super early.”  Harley smiled as Potato did not seem to care.  Tig squatted down and started rubbing Potato’s head which caused him to flip over and show his belly.
“Hey buddy.  I’m Tig.”  His hand rubbed against Potato’s belly.  Harley looked back up at Jax who was looking down at the two.
“Potato?”  Jax’s eyebrows were raised.  “Kinda fits.”
“The shelter gave it to him but I couldn’t bring myself to change it.”  Harley smiled down at Tig and back up at Jax.
“Can you make breakfast?  Gemma’s not feeling good.”  Jax leaned his elbows on the counter.
“Yeah sure.”  Harley stood up and looked at the leash.  She bit her lip and handed it to Tig, who proceeded to walk Potato to an abandon couch and pulled him up as he sat down.
“You want coffee?”  Jax asked as they got into the kitchen.  Harley started going through the fridge.
“Diet coke?  I’m not much of a coffee person.  How much am I making?”  
“Sweet butts don’t stay around so just enough for the guys.”
“Sweet butts?”  Harley turned around after pulling out two cartons of eggs.  Jax smirked while leaning against the counter next to the stove, “nevermind.”  Harley started mixing half of the eggs but stopped quickly, “it’s all consensual, right?”
“Yeah.”  Jax nodded, “we aren’t animals.”  Harley nodded lightly.  She jumped when a glass was set next to her.  “Diet coke, right?”
“Yeah.  Thank you.”  Harley smiled at him.
“So, your parents?”
“What makes you think I would talk about them now?”  Harley sighed as she put bread into the toaster.
“More time to get to know us?” Jax tilted his head and smiled, giving her puppy dog eyes.
“That eye shit doesn’t work for Potato, it isn’t gonna work for you.”  Harley rolled her eyes, smiling back at him.
“Can you at least tell me if we’re gonna have two people from suburbia knockin’ on our door?”  Jax said.
“Definitely do not have to worry about that.”  Harley said and then bit her lip.  “Good enough?”  She asked.
“For now.”  Jax nodded.
“Good.  Now go wake them up and give them eggs and toast.”  She threw the eggs into a bowl and put the toast on a plate, handing them both to Jax.
“Yes Ma’am.”  Jax went through the door and yelled, causing a lot of groans and what sounded like a body falling off the pool table.  She quickly mixed up milk, eggs, and cinnamon and dipped bread in it.  She placed three pieces on the stove and ducked her head out to see Tig still sitting on the chair with Potato.  She smiled as she caught his eye and put one finger up, hoping he knew that she wanted him to wait.  She went back over to the stove and flipped the pieces of French toast.  After they were done she threw them on a plate and walked out, grabbing a fork and stood in front of Tig.
“This for me, Sweetheart?”  Tig’s smile grew.
“Yes sir.”  She smiled and handed it to him.  The boys wolf whistled while Harley rolled her eyes.
“Don’t call me sir unless it’s in the bedroom.”  Tig’s smile turned into a smirk as Harley’s cheeks grew hot but she laughed.
“Sorry, yes Tig.  I made you French toast.  Thank you for being so sweet these past couple weeks.”  Harley leaned against the wall next to him.  The boys wolf whistled again.
“Alright, alright.”  Tig quieted them down and stood up, careful not to move Potato, and kissed her on the cheek.  “Thank you, Sweetheart.”
“No problem.”  She patted his chest and went behind the bar to refill Bobby’s coffee.
“Where’s my fancy breakfast?”  Bobby grinned at Harley.
“Maybe between that chick’s legs you ate your dinner from last night.”  Harley raised her eyebrow and smirked.  Juice snorted from behind his computer and Bobby nodded.
“Alright.”  He smiled and took his mug.
“And mine?”  Jax came up behind her and let his hips settle against her.  She tilted her head up to look at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Might be some fruit loops back there for you.  You can get them yourself.”  She patted his arm and walked away, Bobby and Piney almost spitting out their coffee.  You looked up to see Juice’s big, brown eyes watching you over the top of his laptop, the corners crinkled slightly to show he was smiling.  Jax’s head hung while he smiled and nodded.  “Hey, you heard my conditions to the job before you hired me.”  Harley laughed.  The front door opened and Gemma walked in.
“Who the hell cooked?”
“We called the help.”  Juice smiled at Gemma while Harley sighed.
“Please don’t call me the help,” she sighed.  
“You fed them?”  Gemma crossed her arms, standing in front of Harley.  Harley nodded and slid her hands into her sweatshirt pocket.  “Maybe you’ll be useful after all.”  Gemma gave the smallest smile and turned to Tig.  “You getting special treatment already, Tigger?”  She looked down at his plate and her gaze locked on Potato who had the pitbull grin in full effect.  She turned back to Harley, whose cheeks were red.  “That yours?”  Harley nodded.  “He’s cute.”  Gemma went through the doors to the back bedrooms and Harley let out a long breath.
“You afraid of my mom?”  Jax smiled around the eggs in his mouth.
“Have you met her?”  Harley scrunched her eyebrows at Jax and Juice agreed with her.
“Grab some food.”  Jax handed her a plate but she shook her head.
“I’m vegan.  Thank you though.”  Harley smiled and sipped from her Diet Coke.  Juice’s head shot up.
“Really?”  Juice asked, you nodded your head.
“Don’t let Gemma hear that.”  Chibs snickered and took a drink from his coffee.  Harley smiled and nodded.
“Now I can die in piece.  A vegan stepped into SamCro, I’ve seen it all.”  Piney shook his head while Harley laughed.  Harley pulled a Cliff bar from her pocket, pulled up her sleeves, and munched while the guys all fed themselves.
“Is that a dinosaur on your arm?”  Half-sack gripped her right arm and held it out to himself.
“Oh yeah.  It’s a full sleeve of dinosaurs and flowers.”
“Why?”  Juice’s eyebrows scrunched together and Harley’s cheeks flushed.
“I have a small obsession with Jurassic Park.”
“Here come the heart eyes.”  Chibs mumbled, his lips pulled up in a smirk as Harley looked over to Juice quickly turned to glare at Chibs.
“You like Jurassic Park?”  Harley smiled and leaned against the wall across from Juice.  He looked her over and closed the laptop halfway.
“Favorite dinosaur kill?”  Harley asked.
“I—” Juice cut himself off but sighed and continued, “I honestly think the best death in Jurassic Park as a series was Eddie’s but in just Jurassic Park, probably Sam L Jackson.”
“Completely agree.  The fact that somehow his whole arm with the cigarette was up there and fell onto Ellie was just awesome.  I’m not even sure if I’m being sarcastic or not.”  Harley laughed while Juice’s smile grew.  Harley stared at his wide smile and felt herself blush.
“Stop, I’m gonna barf.”    Tig announced and Harley’s blush grew darker.  Harley became quiet but smiled lightly each time she caught Juice’s eye.

Juice joined her to clean the pans after breakfast was over.
“Do you like Jaws?”  He blurted out as Harley handed him another pan to dry.
“Yeah.  Jeez what’s not to like about it?”
“Resident Evil?”
“Hell yeah!  You ever play the game?  Freaky shit.”
“Call of Duty?”
“I’m not good at it but yeah I like to play it.”  Harley shrugged her shoulders.
“What do you mean?”  Juice’s eyebrows scrunched together.
“Like, for some reason I always kill my teammate, I feel bad when I have to kill a dog, and I can never get passed a certain level.”  Harley laughed as she turned off the sink, leaning her hip against the counter.
Juice narrowed his eyes at her playfully, “what about Signs?”
“The movie?  God I love that movie.  Do you have it?  We should watch it!  I have it at my house if you don’t.”  Harley rambled as Juice smiled.
“I’ll grab beers you make popcorn.”
“Hell yeah!”  Harley shuffled through the cupboard and found an extra buttery popcorn and threw it in the microwave, pulling it out and finding Juice with one beer in his hand and looking over the alcohol.  He looked to be panicking when he looked up at her.
“I don’t know what you drink.”  Juice continued looking down at all of the alcohol.
“Just a beer, dude.  Let’s go!”  Harley smiled at Juice who smiled back.  A throat cleared and their heads whipped to the side, seeing Chibs, Bobby, and Piney shooting pool.
“Where ya goin’, Juicy boy?”  Chibs leaned over and shot his ball, landing it in the hole.
“We’re gonna watch a movie.”  Juice shrugged.
“Wrap it up, boy.”  Bobby winked at Juice.  Harley rolled her eyes and motioned Juice forward.
“I don’t know where your room is, so lead the way.”  Juice smiled at her and walked past, motioning for her to follow him.

By the end of the movie, Juice sat on the floor in front of his bed and Harley laid across it.  Her nails ran across the top of his head lightly after she started halfway through the movie and he sighed, relaxing more than she had noticed him the last two weeks.  She started to lift her hand when he mumbled a protest, causing her to smile.
“You got Jurassic Park?”  She whispered as he woke back up and switched out the movies.  She moved herself so she was laying across his bed sideways and patted in front of her.  She smiled as he looked at her weirdly.  “It’ll be more comfortable for both of us if you lay up here with me.  Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you.”  She laughed as he flopped down on the bed in front of her.  He scooted down so his head was lower than hers and her nails ran over his head again, continuing down his back as he sighed.  “You’re like a damn cat.”  She giggled.
“No, I’m fierce like a pitbull.”  Juice smiled and turned his head to look at her.
“You’re right.  Just like Potato, aka the dog who couldn’t hurt a fly.”  Harley snorted as Juice groaned.
“Damn it.”  Juice smiled anyway and turned his head to watch the movie while Harley continued with her nails, laughing under her breath.


Store (Part 1)

Note: Request from Wattpad. Enjoy!

Pairing: Minicat (w/side H2OVanoss and Brohm)


“Yay! We’re goin’ to the store to get a foxy!” Craig giggled. Jonathan and Evan smiled at their son in the back seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want a raccoon?” Jonathan asked, looking back at Craig. Craig shook his head.

“I wanna foxy!”

“What about an owl?” Evan asked. Craig shook his head once more.

“Foxy! I wanna foxy!”

“Alright, we’ll get you a foxy.” Craig smiled and started giggling again.

“Yay! Foxy!”

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Birthday Proposal

Enzo Amore/OC: It’s your birthday so Enzo takes you out and has a little surprise for you; a shiny diamond ring. Fluffy af. Requested by @wwe–imagines

I told y’all this one wouldn’t be angsty. I can make no promises for the next couple, tho. Especially bc I’ve been thinking about those quote ones ever since I got you guys to send some in so I might sprinkle a couple in here and there bc I need to write them. I can feel it.

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Winchester brothers-Wild part 3

Title: Wild Part 3

Pairings: Team free will x feral reader, Balthazar x feral reader

Word count:1436

Request:Could you pretty please do a part three for Wild? I’m thinking something with Balthazar, like she falls asleep on him so he can’t move or something similar.

Request:Can you continue Wild? Its awesome

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Request:wild part 3? and she sleeps in their beds cuz she likes the warmth?

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‘’Hey! No’’Dean scolded as he gently struck at your nose, careful to not actually hurt you but show you that what you did was wrong. You titled your head at him, hair falling to the side of your face. 

You narrowed your eyes, growling at him but that only recieved you a sharp look from Dean who wasn’t backing down from your glare. You whined, a short mewl falling from your lip as you looked away. 

Dean rolled his eyes but huffed happily, relieved he had got something across to you. Dean finally tore his eyes away from you, glancing back down at the newspaper. 

You crouched beside him, hands hanging limp between your knees as you watched in awe, watched the way his eyes flickered over the tiny letters. You nudged yourself under his arm, crawling on all fours into his lap before plonking yourself down and staring at the paper with big eyes. 

Dean chuckled at your response, amused at your behaviour. ‘’It’s called a newspaper.’’he told you, glancing down to see if you had absorbed any of that. ‘’News-paper’’He repeated slowly, pointing towards it. 

You only pawed at it, Dean tutting as he held it out of your reach. ‘’God. It’s like owning a dog’’Dean grumbled but chuckled anyway. Sam came in, smiling widely as he leaned back on the table and observed the two of you. 

Dean ignored Sam’s raised brows, the small smirk evident on his face. Upon seeing Sam you had jumped off of Dean’s lap and rushed towards Sam. You jumped up, wrapping your arm around his forearm as you feet dangled slightly off the floor. 

Sam laughed, titling his head to see you. ‘’Hey, hey. No, this is my favourite shirt.’’Sam whined as he gently pulled you back and pried your fingertips off his shirt when you had started to gnaw at his plaid shirt.

‘’Not so funny now is it’’Dean smirked, chin titling up in pride. 

‘’Shut up, dude. She already chewed up my second favourite’’Sam complained, straightening out his ruffled plaid shirt. You padded down the hall, the brothers not paying any attention to you as they started to bicker. 

You nudged open a door, your eyes taking in the sight. A whiff hit you, a familiar scent that you had come to grow close with. Sam. You walked towards the bed, your fingertips brushing over the quilt. 

You jumped back at the soft material, the cosy feeling new to you. You had been sleeping on the floor, no matter how many times they had tried to get you to sleep on a bed or at least a couch. 

You had remembered what Sam had done, his hands pulling back the covers. You hesitantly copied, tilting your head when you saw you had done it right. You jumped a little, proud of yourself before crawling in. 

You awkwardly pulled up the covers, your eyes drifting shut from the heat it emitted. Rushed footsteps sounded through out the bunker, a whistle sounding before a sharp smacking sound. 

‘’She’s not a dog, idiot’’

Followed by more gruffled grunts. The door creaked open, Dean sighing in relief. 

‘’She’s in your room’’Dean called out to Sam. Sam mentally groaned, his eyes widening. He was positive that when he came to his room, it would be trashed and you would be sitting, ripping apart his plaid shirt. 

Oddly, when he entered, he was surprised to see you curled up like a cute little kitten, your eyes shut as light snores escaped your lips. 

‘’She’s asleep’’Sam chuckled in shock. ‘’In a bed’’He added. 

‘’I think it’s because it’s warm’’Dean stated, his eyes roaming over you as he tried to solve how someone could curl themselves up into that small of a ball. ‘’She probably likes that it smells like you too’’.

‘’What?’’Sam scoffed with a laugh, turning to his brother with a surprised look. 

‘’Dude, animals-or ferals, find comfort in something that smells familiar. Why do you think she like’s Cas’s coat, or your plaid shirts, or my hair’’Dean laughed. 

‘’Awh.’’Sam cooed, not meaning to coo out loud in fear his brother would tease him. Dean just simply smiled, turning back to face you. 

‘’She is cute’’Dean nodded in agreement. 

‘’Alright, I think we should let her get some sleep but I’m gonna come in and check on her a lot. I don’t want her waking up and ripping open my shirts’’Sam sighed. 

The two brothers made their way back to the room, Dean sitting back down in his chair as Sam opened up his laptop. Sam had lost track of time, researching a new lore that he hadn’t yet read fully. 

His eyes flickered down to the small clock in the corner, his eyes widening as he shot up. 

‘’CRAP!’’He yelled, catching Dean’s attention. 

‘’What!’’Dean rushed out, standing up too as he stared at his brother in concern. 

‘’I left her alone in my room. I forgot to check on her!’’Sam gasped before making a dash to his room, ignoring his brothers booming laughter. He made his way to his room, grasping the handle as he stopped for a moment to close his eyes and beg that there wasn’t mess everywhere. 

He pushed the door open, his eyes widening at the site. ‘’Oh….’’Sam whined out, not knowing your name so he had to just huff instead and slap his hands on his thighs. 

‘’Ooohh, dude. She messed you up big time’’Dean cackled from behind Sam, beer bottle in hand. 

‘’Why?’’Sam whined out, shuffling into his room. He had opened the door to see feathers everywhere, pillows torn open, blankets on the floor, books knocked over. Luckily, none of his plaid shirts where ripped open. 

One thing that they couldn’t see though… was you. Sam frowned as he titled his head everywhere. 

‘’Hey, Sammy. Check this out’’Dean whispered, closing the door. Scratch marks were railed down the front as if you had been pawing at it for ages. Sam slammed his hand into his forehead. 

‘’Oh crap. We shut the door, remember! And she doesn’t know how to open them. She must have thought she was stuck and gotten scared’’Sam scolded himself as he found out the reason you trashed his room was because you were frightened. 

‘’here-we really need to give her a name’’Dean sighed in the middle of calling you. Both brothers crouched around, even whistling every so often even though Sam hated referring to you as a animal since they were trying to help you become human. 

After calling for you, Dean checked the bathroom, Sam ducking down to check under the bed. They both shook their heads at each other when Sam stood back up, Dean emerging from the bathroom. 

‘’Where the hell could she be!’’Dean growled out only to be interrupted by laughter and a mewl. Your mewl. They both looked at each other before rushing towards the spot. 

The froze, skidding on their feet when they noticed Balthazar. Balthazar was watching you clutch and paw at his arm, his eyes dancing with amusement. 

‘’You never told me you adopted a feral’’He joked as he turned to face the brothers. You looked to see what he was looking at, shrinking back in fear when you noticed Sam. You knew how mad he got when you torn up his things. 

‘’What the hell are you doing with her?’’Dean scowled.

‘’You’re having a go at me? Really? You’re the ones who left a poor little feral alone in a locked room. I was simply here to deliver a message but I heard the noise and let her out’’Balthazar explained with a hrash glare to Sam. 

‘’She’s scared by the way. She think’s you are mad at her’’He added, he too being able to understand you. 

‘’Hey, no. I’m not mad at you-’’Sam stopped, realising you couldn’t understand him. He walked towards you, watching as you took a step back. He held out his palm, smiling at you as you finally stopped moving but still looked at him scared, big eyes. 

Once Sam reached you he gently stroked back your hair, a purr falling from your lips as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your head against his palm. He chuckled, petting your head before letting go. 


Cas had came later on, playing with you for a little before he had to speak to Dean and Sam about the message Balthazar was going to ‘deliver’. 

‘’Erm… we have a problem’’Balthazar chuckled nervously. Everyone stopped to look at him to see you curled up on his lap. 

‘’Your feral fell asleep on me’’

Title: Let’s Enjoy Right Now

A/N: Here is part four of the Ten Years In Waiting series. It’s a bit short compared to the others, but I have things brewing and the next part is gonna be a long one. Thank you all so much for your support! It means the world! Find the links to the other parts below. *not my gif*

Part One, Part Two, Part Three 

Tagged: @supernatural-x-reader-imagines @spn–fics–fics @supernaturaltookover @caitsymichelle13

At 6:50 Emily was pacing in front of the living room window, just waiting to see a glimpse of Dean. When you had told her that he was coming, she was so excited and it was hard to put her to bed that night. She hadn’t stopped talking about it for the last 18 hours and you couldn’t blame her. You felt the same way. After 10 years your family would be together again, even if it was only for a short time, and you were going to cherish it. The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine caught your attention and you wiped your hands before leaving the kitchen and coming to stand at the window next to Emily.

“He’s here!” She said excitingly. “He’s here! He’s here!”

“Well? Are you going to let him in?” Her eyes lit up and she sprinted to the door. You followed her nervously, silently hoping that her enthusiasm didn’t scare him too much. Sam was the first one to reach the door, and he met Emily with a giant bear hug, which she was more than willing to return. He released her and laughed at her briefly when she attempted to look around him for his brother.

“He’s getting something out of the car. He’ll be in soon.” He moved past her and hugged you and made his way towards the living room. You were thankful for the space. Finally, you spotted Dean making his way up the drive with a package in tow. He made it to the door and stopped in front of Emily. After all the excitement and buzz surrounding his appearance, you were surprised to see Emily freeze and look timid. You decided to step in and start things off.

“Emily, I want you to meet Dean.” You said, kneeling next to her, “He’s your dad.” You looked up at him. “Dean, this is Emily.” He smirked and bent down. He held his hand out to her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Emily.” She looked at him for a second, and then very slowly took his hand. “I’m sure that you have a bunch of questions for me… I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She looked at the ground next to him where he had placed the package a few seconds ago. “What’s in there?” she whispered softly.

“Oh this?” Dean stood up, package in hand. “I um… got you something. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” He handed her the package and watched as she carefully unwrapped it. “Your mom said you liked animals, so…” When she realized what was in the box, she threw it on the ground in excitement.  You watched as she clung to the stuffed elephant to her chest.

“What do you say, Em?”

“Thank you! Elephants are my favorite!” Dean smiled, obviously relieved that she liked what he got her.

“No problem, kid. I’m glad you like it.”

“Did you know that elephants are the largest land mammals and that they have the best memory?”

Dean laughed. “No I did not. Maybe you’ll have to teach me about them over dinner.” She smiled and held her hand out to him.

“Come on, Mom made my favorite…”

“Your favorite?”

“Yeah! Cheeseburgers!”

he smiled at you. “A child after my own heart.” He said, taking her hand and following her into the house. You smiled and picked up the discarded box before following them. You could hear her talking a mile a minute and you knew that whatever nervous feeling she had before was gone the second she saw that present. You hoped Dean was prepared to have his ear talked off.


After dinner, the four of you made yourselves comfortable in the living room. Emily dragged a coloring book out and had made a place on the floor in front of the television. You popped in a Disney movie and the three adults just watched her. You looked over at Dean who was sitting silently watching her.

“Dean?” you whispered. “You can color with her if you want.”

He scoffed. “I don’t-”

“Awe, come on! We all know you want to.” Sam interrupted. Dean punched Sam in the shoulder and Emily looked up in confusion. You all stopped and realized that she was watching.

“Why don’t we all color?” you suggested, kneeling down and grabbing the stack of coloring books next to her. You eyed them as you handed them each a book. “You’ll have to share the crayons. We only have two boxes… Do you think you can do that?” you teased, laughing at their childish feud. Sam crinkled his eyebrows and looked at his brother.

“You heard the lady.” Dean got on the floor and sat next to the coffee table. “Get to coloring. And Sam?”

“What, Dean?”

“Stay in the lines.”

Emily laughed.


“Emily, it’s time for bed. It’s past ten.” She gave you a disappointed look from her spot next to Dean on the couch.

“But mom…”

“No buts… go get into your pajamas.” She looked to Dean for help but he shook his head.

“Don’t look at me. Your mom scares me.” You shook your head.

“Will you tuck me in?” she asked him. He looked to you for an answer.

“Okay. That’s fine, but I expect you to be in bed with the light out in 20 minutes.”

She jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Dad I have to show you where I put my elephant!” Dean allowed her to drag him to the other end of the house.

“20 minutes!” You knew it was a lost cause… they would be in there looking at every single one of her stuffed animals for at least the next hour. You looked over to find Sam staring at you. “What?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time…” Sam sighed. “Have you guys talked about what’s gonna happen when we have to leave?”

“What do you mean ‘leave’?”

“I mean after this case, when we go back to the bunker.”

“Well, we haven’t had a chance to talk about it. I… was hoping that we would have more time.”

“For the record, I really hope you guys work it out. All I want is for Dean to be happy.”

“Thanks Sam.” You went over and hugged him. “I better go check and make sure that they haven’t destroyed her bedroom.”

He laughed. “I’m gonna head out. I think that you guys should have some time to yourselves. Just tell Dean that I took a cab back to the motel.” He waved before leaving, closing the door behind him.

You walked down the hallway to Emily’s room and stopped in the doorway. Emily was in bed under the covers and latched onto her elephant. Dean was sitting next to her, his hand barely touching the top of her head. When she looked like she was asleep Dean stood and began tip toeing out of the room.

“Daddy?” He turned to find her sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Go back to sleep, Em.”

“Are you going to stay?” she asked before yawning.

Dean looked to you and you gave him a nod. “Yeah Kiddo. I’m going to stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled, her eyes already closed. She leaned back in bed and snuggled deeper under the covers.

“I love you, daddy.” Dean’s face squished up in emotion. He walked back and kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too, Em.” He made his way back to the hallway and you both watched her sleep before turning and closing the door. You followed him back to the living room.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He left a few minutes ago, he went back the motel.”

He nodded. “Well I guess I should send him a text and tell him I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should. Sam might think something’s wrong..”

“Sleep on the couch I mean…”

“Oh… Are you sure?” he asked, apprehensively.

“Yeah. Unless you think that’s weird…”

“No, not at all I just… wasn’t expecting it.”

You smiled and took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You pulled him back to your bedroom and stopped at the dresser. You dug around in the bottom drawer until you found what you were looking for. “Here,” you handed him an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.” He inspected them closely.

“Are these mine?”

You pushed him on the shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester. They’re comfortable.” You said, walking into the bathroom. You changed into some of your comfortable pajamas and brushed your teeth. You were a bit nervous about sharing a bed with him after all of these years, but you had missed him and were looking forward to being close to him. You left the bathroom and found Dean already under the covers. “Make yourself at home?” he laughed but didn’t answer. You turned out the light before climbing into bed next to him. You stayed on your respected sides, until Dean couldn’t take it any longer.

“This is stupid,” he said, closing the space between you and wrapping his arms around you. You smiled to yourself and moved to fit into his arms. You laid your head on his chest and breathed him in.

“I missed this.” You said, quietly.

“Me too.” he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean. You don’t have to squeeze me like a python.”

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly, beginning to move away.

You clung to his shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

He smirked at you before returning to his previous position. “I could get used to this.” He said after a few moments.

“Could you?”

He moved his neck to look down at you. “Yeah, I could.” You unwrapped yourself from him and sat up. “What?” he sat up next to you. “What are you thinking?”

“We have to be careful. It’s not just us anymore. If you leave… her heart will be broken.” He sighed.

“(Y/N).” He put an arm around you. “I am being serious. I want to make this work.”

“Really?” you looked at him.

“Yes, really. I want to be a part in her life, and yours.”

“I want that too. But how are we going to make this work? You can’t just drop off the hunting grid. That’s not who you are.”

He seemed to think about it for a minute. “We’ll figure something out. Let’s just enjoy right now, okay?” You nodded. He laid down, pulling you with him. You nestled into him, allowing his arms to wrap around you completely. You buried your face into his chest and closed your eyes. It was the first time in ten years that you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart next to yours.

hufflepuff-true  asked:

Eggsy won't shoot is his dog and he won't even run over a fox. So, how does Harry react when Eggsy starts bring all these stray and injured animals into the house?

Harry blinks awake, sheets halfway down his chest, hair a curled mess, Eggsy curled up at his side still sleeping.

JB snuffles at his other side, wet nose pressed against Harry’s shoulder.

“You, JB, are not supposed to be on the-” he says, head tilting to one side to give the little pug a stern look. His words stop. That is not JB. It’s not even a pug, it’s a black lab.

Carefully, moving so as not to startle the dog, who appears to be sleeping soundly at least, Harry shakes Eggsy. “Eggsy,” he hisses. “I need you to get up slowly without moving too much. There’s a strange dog in our bed.”

Eggsy’s instincts are too good to let him sleep through being poked and prodded and he wakes instantly, already on the alert. His head pops up so he can see over Harry, relaxing a second later. “’S not a strange dog,” he mumbles, already laying his head down to go back to sleep. “‘S Oliver.”

“Oliver,” Harry repeats, totally lost.

“Yeah, found him on the street yesterday with his paw all fucked up. Collar says his name is Oliver,” Eggsy explains, face half-buried in his pillow.

Harry sits up, disturbing the lab, who blinks large, chocolate-brown eyes up at him before snorting out a discontented ‘boof’ and hopping off the bed. The clack of his claws as he wanders out to who knows where echo in Harry’s brain and he looks down at Eggsy incredulously. “And you just brought him in here?”

Realizing he’s not going to be allowed to drift back off, Eggsy sighs and flops over to face him, shrugging one shoulder. “What was I supposed to do, leave him out there?” he asks indignantly.

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Birthday Party

Summary: Cas has been feeling really down lately, so you decide to help him plan a birthday party for his cat to cheer him up.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2,700+

Warnings: a sickening amount of fluff perhaps, and a v fluffy ending. no smut in this one, sry folks, but the next few upcoming fics will include smut! fear not!

A/N: this was for @faith-in-dean‘s writing challenge, and my prompt was the word “party”. tbh, this is not my best imo, but it’s cute. I hope ya’ll enjoy regardless.

tags: @divinitycas @phantomangelgoddess @miss-spnm0mma @joanne-egberp @not-so-natural-spn @netflixandcastiellll

Originally posted by queen-of-moons-peace-out-bitches

Castiel desperately needed some cheering up. It had been two weeks since Lucifer was banished from his body, and Cas had been moping around the bunker ever since. You hated seeing him like this, and as his girlfriend, you felt like you really needed to do something to make him happy again. That’s when you had a brilliant idea.

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A Day At The Zoo: Tom Holland x WOC

Still a continuation of Texting Tom and Visiting. Reader is in London with Tom for Christmas. Tom volunteered Reader to be a chaperone with him at the zoo for Paddy’s school field trip. This should be interesting. (The way I wrote this one is Reader is African-American but of course you can always still read if you aren’t AA.)

You were in a nice deep sleep, dreaming about God knows what when you felt multiple sets of hands on you. You jumped up to see Tom, Paddy, and Tess all in your face. “What?” You whined. “Are you ready?” Tom smiled. You wiped your eyes, “Ready for what?”

“You and Tom are going to help chaperone my school field trip.” Paddy smiled. “Say what now?” You pretended to clean your ears. “Babe, I told you this yesterday.”

“You didn’t tell me shit- Sorry Pads.” You tried not to curse in front of the innocent Holland brother. He shrugged, “It’s all good. But come on, please!” 

You adored Paddy and thought he was so cute like a little leprechaun(no offense but Paddy does look like an adorable leprechaun). “Ugh, fine. “

After a nice shower and a quick change, you still weren’t fully awake. “SO you’re telling me I have to be around 20 little fucks?” You whispered to Tom. He laughed and nodded, “It’ll be fine. We just have to make sure they don’t die.”

“What?” You yelled. “I can’t be responsible for another person’s child. I still can barely even take care of myself.”

“While I do agree with you on that one, it isn’t going to be that difficult.” You rolled your eyes at him as he pulled up to Paddy’s school. Paddy jumped out the car and ran over to his friends who were waiting outside for the field trip bus. “I’m only doing this for Paddy. He’s my favorite.”

“So I’m not your favorite.” Tom asked. “Not even close.” You smiled. He opened the car door for you and the children came bum rushing you. “I’m not trying to be responsible for all of these white kids. Get off.” You said pushing them away. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose and pulled you to the side, “Can we not do that race thing today.”

“What race thing? You know I’m not a good runner.” You answered innocently. “Not that kind of race, the one were you point out how white everything is.”

You looked around, “Well considering-”, he interrupted you,”Not today Y/N. Okay? Just for me.” He grabbed your hands and nodded. “Sure.” You smiled. 

The teachers gave you the run down on how the field trip was going to go. You and Tom were to read off the names of the children as they got on the bus. “Who named their child Cornelius?” You and Tom laughed. You read off the names, “Copper!”

“It’s Cooper.” Tom whispered. “Cooper, you know what I meant. Get on the bus.” You pushed the little boy on the bus. “Ibrahim!”

“So your mom couldn’t settle for Abraham. She had to be extra?”

“My mom just likes the letter “I”” The boy answered honestly. “Matilda!” You yelled. The little girl came forward, “Do you have any special powers we should know about?” You asked. She looked genuinely confused, “You’ve never seen the movie Matilda?”

She shook her head, “Oh okay.” You two just stared at each other, “You can get on the bus now.”

“Another Thomas, how original.” You said checking off the 3rd Thomas. “Look at little Harry Potter.” You pointed to the boy. Tom pulled your hand down, “Don’t point.”

You had to do a double take on a name, “Chardonnay?” You asked. The little blond girl came forward, “Your name is Chardonnay?”

“Yes it is.” She said. “Oh okay. You go girl.” You snapped your fingers. 

You yanked Tom close, “I don’t ever want to hear anybody joking on the name  Shaniqua again.”

A little girl walked up to you and Tom, “Hi, I’m Amelia.” Tom got down to her level and smiled, “Hi sweetie. How are you?”

“I’m well. I just wanted to let you know that I am allergic-”
“Oh boy. Here we go.” You said, Tom looked back at you and if looks could kill. “Gluten, Shellfish, Grass, Nuts, Eggs, and Dairy.”

“So you can only eat air and water?” You asked. Tom tried not to laugh, so he took the little girl’s hand. “I’m sure we can find something for you to eat there Amelia.”

She smiled and skipped off to the bus. Tom got up and looked at you, “You’re out of control.” He grabbed you and kissed you on the cheek. 

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Weiss Schnee knows how to mind her own business.

            She learned to speak, and was promptly taught to hold her tongue. She learned to walk, and all-too-quickly learned how to keep a steady stride through angry crowds. She armored herself in her family’s ice, and there is nothing in all the Kingdoms that could melt it.

           Except, perhaps, for the sight of a particular Haven team gathered around a tangled mess of wires and wood, an array of tools spread around them.

           Weiss slows. Stops. Narrows her eyes. Frowns.

           Where are their shirts?

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Benny X Reader

Request: Could you do a cute BennyxReader? Maybe them watching a scary movie since the reader loves scary movies?

Request: Can you do Benny one shot where reader and him love each other but they don’t see it so Dean is like a matchmaker?

Request: One with Benny? He and reader know eache other because of Dean and they have feelings for each other but don’t want to admit. Fluff at the end?

(My first time writing Benny!)

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Okay so we’re doing princes of the apocalypse for this campaign, right

We get to feathergale spire and basically murder everyone. While they’re sleeping. Wowie.

My lil elf ranger, Rowan, is the only good aligned character in the party, investigates where the Howling Hatred cult is getting all of its initiates and staff(basically how did they get the Knights to work for em), there’s a scroll in the knight-commander’s quarters revealing evidence of brainwashing and extortion,

We all go down to the stables to get ourselves some motherfuckin GRIFFONS and there’s one last feathergale knight in the stables -

Dm didn’t start with an initiative roll so we got to talk to him… or more specifically, Rowan got to talk the rest of the party out of killing him on the spot and talking to him instead

Turns out he’s just there to take care of the griffons and vultures. He doesn’t even support the cult. So we spare him, get griffons (named mine Kevin) and went upstairs for a long rest

Roleplay time, Rowan brings the knight dinner and some tea, chats with him for a while about animals n things, learns his name (Lerindel), and makes an attempt at flirting with him.

DM: (rolls d20)
DM: *sigh* fine. He likes you.

so Rowan and Lerindel spend all night talking and fall asleep next to each other in the stables,

tl;dr my d&d character got a boifrand and I couldn’t be happier

jayctivist  asked:

1 for timkon <3

here’s the proof that i’m working through these slowly. i’m going in order (or trying to) so if you sent one in, i AM gonna get around to it. i promise :’))

1.) Come over here and make me.

“Do you think we could mind meld like that? I think we could mind meld like that.”

“It’s called being drift compatible, Conner. And yeah— maybe,” Tim says, keeping an eye on the movie in front of him. “But shhhh you’re gonna miss this part.”

Conner takes five-too-many piece of popcorn and shoves them in his mouth before he turns back to the TV, watching with interest before—

“I bet Supes and Bats could mind meld. Or Clark and Diana—Wait! Do you think Gar could drift with animals—!?

Tim sighs so heavily he can feel it deep in his chest, then clicks the pause button on the remote. He shifts on the couch and then turns, slowly, death in his eyes, and faces the boy sitting about ten feet away.

"Conner, I swear, if you keep talking through this movie, I will actually gag you. You’re literally missing the best part.”

“Gag me,” smirks Conner. “Sounds fun.”

“Shut up, Conner!”

There’s a grin, a stupidly wicked grin, on Conner’s face as he looks at Tim and whispers, “Come over here and make me.”

Wasting no time, Tim moves across the living room in one movement, all the grace and speed of Robin in his motions. On top of Conner now, one forearm barring his chest, Tim reaches down into Conner’s popcorn bowl and grabs a handful.

Part of the popcorn handful goes in his mouth, effectively silencing him with the taste of butter and salt, but Tim takes special care to thumb a kernel up his nose, yelling all the while.

“Are you gonna stop and watch the movie now!?”

“yeth— yeth! ‘m ‘rry!” Conner coughs and sputters his apology around the popcorn. “G’off me!”

Satisfied with Conner’s answer, Tim crawls off of him, still glaring at him as he attempts to swallow down the popcorn and blow the kernel out of his nose at the same time.

“Hey Tim, y’know something?” Conner says, flicking a kernel at the boy standing in front of him. It hits Tim in the shoulder before he has time to catch it. “You’re a giant nerd.”

“I don’t care— and to answer your question— I’ve thought about it before— and no, Gar wouldn’t drift with animals; that’s ridiculous.”

Void Stiles Imagine - Come Back To Me

Should be studying but who actually studies during exam blocks?

The entire pack was out searching the town for Stiles. We had pretty much devoted all of our spare time to either finding him or finding a cure. Usually you weren’t allowed to go out to look because Scott thought it was too dangerous for you, what with you being the only human and also Stiles’ girlfriend. Despite his constant protests, you had finally put your foot down and told him that you were going to get the old Stiles back no matter what it takes, so he begrudgingly let you go but only under the careful watch of him. So you both set off in the direction of the school, Scott listening for any sounds and you using a flashlight to look in each room, nook and cranny. 

“Y/N, Allison just texted. She said he’s at the loft,” Scotts voice distracted me from my search. I looked up, a look of excitement burring in my eyes, a big smile on my face.

“Well what are we waiting for! Lets go!” I demanded, pulling him in the direction of his car.

“Wait, we need to think of a plan of attack. We can’t just go bursting in there with no plan. We’re just gonna loose him again,” he reasoned with me. I sighed, nodding my head and leaving him to his business. He was in a group call with the pack, formulating a plan whilst I stood off to the side, making hand animals into the flashlight. 

“Uh.. Y/N?” he laughed, making me stop what I was doing and blush. 

“Sorry. I got bored. So whats the plan?” I asked, walking back over to the car. 

“We’re gonna use you as bait,” a new voice piped in, making me jump and whip around to see a brooding Derek standing behind me.

“JESUS CHRIST I HATE WHEN YOU DO THAT!” I squealed, hitting him across the stomach with the flashlight, not that it actually did anything. “Wait, what do you mean your using me as bait!”

“Not exactly bait. Basically were all gonna go in first and try to reason with him and if that doesn’t work then your our last resort. Every time one of us has tried to talk to him, he has never responded. But you can probably make an impact. If not on the nogitsune, then Stiles himself. He will hopefully start to fight back and bring himself back to the surface long enough to let us capture him,” Scott explained, shooting Derek a glare. 

“When you say your going to try to reason with him… What exactly do you mean?” I questioned, worry lacing my voice.

“We’re just gonna talk to him..” Scott trailed off, not saying what he was really thinking.

“Look I know what your really thinking and I know you don’t want to resort to that but just please try not to hurt him too much,” I said, taking his hand and squeezing it. I didn’t like the thought of the pack trying to hurt Stiles but I suppose it is necessary. 

“Come on. No point standing around all day. We have an idiot to rescue,” Derek piped up, making me roll my eyes. They really have it out for each other don’t they. 


“Ok Y/N, just wait here. If we need you, I’ll send someone out to get you but please don’t come it until then,” Scott pleaded with me, knowing I was going to do something stupid just to save Stiles. I nodded, sitting on the steps leading up to Dereks Loft, watching the 2 men run up said steps and into the war zone. I huffed, not liking being left out whilst everyone else risked their lives to save my boyfriend. I tapped my feet anxiously, the sound of my converse hitting the concrete being the only sound I could hear. Lord knows how much time passed, could have been seconds, could have been hours. All I know is I was bored out of my brain. 

“Y/N!” I heard someone scream, making me jump up from my seat and bolt up the steps, tripping over my own feet as I tried to get to my friends as quickly as I could. God why was I the only human. I skid around the corner, stopping in my tracks to see multiple people lying on the floor in bloody messes and in the middle of all the chaos, ‘Stiles’ stood unscratched looking around at what ‘he’ had done with a smile on ‘his’ face. 

“STILES!” I yelled, watching ‘him’ look at me and cock ‘his’ head to the side, a look of surprise flashing in ‘his’ eye for a split second. 

“Your trying to use my girlfriend against me?” ‘he’ chuckled, cracking ‘his’ knuckles. I stomped up to ‘him’, clenching the flashlight in my hand and swinging it at ‘his’ head, catching ‘him’ on the cheek. 

“YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING JERK OR I’M NEVER KISSING YOU AGAIN!” I demanded, watching ‘him’ looked at me in surprise. 

“Y/n we said speak to him, not abuse him,” Allison coughed. 

“I don’t care! The Stiles I know and love would never hurt his friends!” I screamed, facing said boy with not one ounce of fear. “Now you come back to me.” 

“Jesus christ ok woman. God who the hell gave you a flashlight,” Stiles cried, rubbing his tender cheek. I let out a relieved sigh, dropping my weapon to the floor and falling onto him.

“I’m sorry. But your an idiot,” I sighed, giving his cheek a light kiss. 

“I’m really sorry guys… If it makes you feel any better I was in there the whole time telling him to stop,” he frowned, looking down at his shoes.

“Its ok Stiles…” Scott smiled, limping up to his best friend and giving him a side hug.

“So next time Void Stiles is back, we now know to bring y/n along…” Derek piped up, making us all laugh. 

Idk this turned out different that I first thought…