i was gonna animate him sighing

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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Animal

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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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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Clones finding out ab Reader's scars.

TW: implied mentions of self abuse under fives


Rex:

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.”
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Wolffe:

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.”
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Fives:

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.”

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.
“Hello?”
“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.
“Yeah.”
“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.


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Store (Part 1)

Note: Request from Wattpad. Enjoy!

Pairing: Minicat (w/side H2OVanoss and Brohm)

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“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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Any Daughter of Negan’s

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 1,013
Warnings: Swearing

Part 2 of Runaway


Your hands were in the dirt on the ground when a pair of boots stepped into your vision. Moving your view up, you watched as the legs they were connected to moved around you. Your heart hammered in your chest when you realized who those black boots belonged to. Negan. You watched as he took out the walkers that had been chasing you.

Once he’d taken them all out, his gaze turned to you. “Well, well, well.” His expression was stern.

“Negan.” You sobbed, your hand on your stomach.


The way you were sitting on the ground, Negan didn’t see the slight bump. You were a bit on the smaller side, but that was to be expected. “Been lookin’ for you.” He reached down and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Guess I can get you back to the Sanctuary and get some goddamn answers.” You swallowed, the tears stinging your eyes as they overflowed onto your cheeks.

“Negan, I can explain.” You breathed.

He let out a sick chuckle. “You best get to talkin’, because you bet your sweet ass I am pissed.” Letting go of your arm, he gave you a slight shove, making you stumble.

Your hands were shaking as you gripped the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal your baby bump. “I’m pregnant, Negan.” You choked out. “I tried to tell you.”

Negan narrowed his eyes at you. “You came out here, fuckin’ pregnant?!” He yelled, the rage in his eyes. “Not just pregnant, either. Oh no…fuckin’ pregnant with my kid.”

Closing your eyes for a minute, you slowly nodded. “By the time I realized what a huge mistake I made, I had no idea which way to go back.” You told him.

“This ain’t over.” He growled, his face close to yours. “Let’s go.”


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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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“Is that a chicken?” (Gratsu)

“Will you please stop trying to eat that?!” Gray yelled, grabbing the bag of animal food from Natsu’s hands. “Unless you’re a goat, you wouldn’t even like the taste, so stop being stupid!”

“But I’m hungry!” Natsu argued, tightening his grip on the bag. “And you know I’ll eat anything when I’m hungry!” 

He could actually be a goat with all that whining of his, Gray thought, shaking his head. He looked at Natsu again, giving him a cold stare. 

“This isn’t human food you dumbass!” he shot back, yanking the bag out of Natsu’s hands after catching him off-guard. “I’ll buy you something later, and plus, this food is for the animals!”

“Hmpf,” Natsu grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Jeez, stop getting upset over it,” Gray sighed, wrapping his arm around Natsu’s shoulders. He pulled him close, and Natsu buried his face into Gray’s neck, still pouting. “I swear, sometimes I feel like you act all moody just to get me to do this to you.”

Natsu smiled, knowing it was true, but he didn’t want Gray to find out so he hid the bottom half of his face in his scarf.

“Not gonna answer, huh?” Gray asked, leaning closer towards Natsu. He pressed his cheek against the fire dragon slayer’s, making his face redden. “If you won’t say anything, I’m gonna keep coming closer and closer~”

Natsu now had his whole face buried into his scarf, trying really hard not to make a sound or let Gray see his face. “G-gray…s-stop!” he hissed. 

The sound of his voice came out very muffled, and although Gray could hear it, he decided to pretend that he didn’t so he could tease his boyfriend further. “Hmm?~ I didn’t hear you there, flame brain.”

“I said stop!” Natsu shouted, blushing. His scarf fell back into place as he turned to face the ice mage. Natsu watched Gray’s smug expression and then burst out laughing. “You look so creepy with that smirk.”

“What was that?!” Gray fired back, turning to face Natsu. He almost smacked him with his forehead because their faces were so close together. “At least my face doesn’t look as stupid as yours!” 

“Nuh-uh, Ice Princess!” Natsu countered, pushing his forehead against Gray’s. 

“Will you two please move?!” a voice from behind them interrupted in an annoyed tone. “You’ve been standing there for ten minutes and the line’s getting super long!”

Gray quickly apologized and grabbed Natsu by the collar, dragging him past the gift shop and into the zoo, the place they had decided to pick for their date.

“It smells like pigs in here,” Natsu said as soon as they entered the barn area. “Gross.”

“That’s because there are pigs,” Gray told him, face palming. “Right beside you.”

Natsu screamed, making the pig squeal and scamper around the field. Gray covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?!” Natsu shouted, flustered. 

“Nothing,” Gray waved off, grabbing Natsu’s hand. “Let’s go over there. To see your people.”

“My people?!” Natsu exclaimed, his face suddenly lighting up. He intertwined his fingers with Gray’s as his eyes began to sparkle. “THERE ARE DRAGONS HERE?!”

“You’ll see,” Gray assured, walking towards a marked building. “Once we get inside, that is.”

Natsu and Gray entered the small animal house, Gray walking in calmly and Natsu hopping with excitement. 

They stopped in front of an exhibit before heading to their destination. 

“Wait. This is gonna be a surprise, so I’m going to have to blindfold you,” Gray said, removing Natsu’s scarf from his neck and tying it around his head so it covered his eyes. “Don’t peek. Hold my hand and I’ll take you there.”

Natsu didn’t even bother questioning or arguing the command, he simply nodded and obeyed. “Sure!”

Gray smiled and walked over towards the exhibit he was looking for. With a playful smirk, he slowly undid the “blindfold” and waited for Natsu’s reaction.

“DRAGO-” Natsu started, lifting his arms in the air. As soon as he saw what was in front of him, he paused. “Wait…these aren’t dragons!”

“But they are your people,” Gray told him, snickering.

“Gray!” Natsu shrieked, punching his shoulder. “THOSE ARE MONKEYS!”

“Exactly. You act all crazy and you’re loud just like they are,” Gray explained, watching as Natsu got pissed off. 

To his surprise, Natsu didn’t scream out anger. He simply pulled his phone out of his pocket and shoved it into Gray’s hands. “Take a video of this.”

Gray raised an eyebrow, standing there in confusion with Natsu’s phone in his hand. He was about to ask why he needed to take a video, but Natsu cut him off, telling him to just do it. 

Gray sighed and clicked the home button, turning on the phone. He smiled at the wallpaper, which was him and Natsu at the fall festival together. He clicked on the camera app and positioned the phone in front of him, hitting the record button. “Recording.”

“It is I, the almighty Natsu Dragneel,” the fire dragon slayer began in a deep voice. “Today, I have found something I’ve been looking for all my life. With the help of my boyfriend, I have discovered that, yes, my people, do in fact, still exist!” 

Dramatic music played in the background, and Gray looked around, wondering where the hell it was coming from.

Natsu raised his arm and pointed towards the monkeys before striking a pose. “I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE! AND I WILL STAND WITH THEM!” The monkeys started screeching in excitement while throwing banana peels around.

One of the monkeys swung over to Natsu and gave him a high-five, causing him to grin. He hopped down from the bench he was standing on and walked back over to Gray, wrapping his arms around his neck. 

Gray stopped the recording, utterly confused and surprised at the same time.

“What’d ya think?~” Natsu asked, hopping onto Gray’s back. 

“Wasn’t expecting that. At all,” he responded, holding the bottom of Natsu’s legs as he carried him on his back.

Natsu laughed, making Gray blush. He shot his arm out from above Gray’s shoulder, pointing forward. “Now as payback for tricking me, you have to carry me all the way out the door to the restaurant. I’m starving.”

“Fine,” Gray agreed, walking towards the exit. “The look on your face when you realized there were no dragons was priceless, by the way.”

“Shut up!” Natsu exclaimed, smacking Gray’s head.

“Don’t make me drop you!” Gray hissed, looking up at Natsu.

“Keep walking, Mr. Grumpy-panties,” Natsu teased, resting his chin on the ice mage’s head. 

“If I didn’t love you so much I would’ve thrown you in the mud,” Gray muttered under his breath. Natsu’s enhanced hearing picked it up though, and it made him smile.

Once they had made it out of the mammal house, they began searching for the restaurant that was listed on the map. After scouting the area for a couple of seconds, they spotted it a few ways west from where they were.

“There it is!” Natsu pointed, drooling. “Come on, Snowflake! I’m hungry!!”

“I know, idiot,” Gray huffed, grabbing Natsu’s arm to make him settle down. “How many times a-”

He stopped when he sensed something coming towards them at full speed. Natsu had noticed too, and they both looked down a few feet away to see a small animal running in their direction, going as fast as its little legs could take it. 

“Is that a chicken?” Natsu asked, squinting. “Why the hell is there a chicken in the mammal area?”

“Not sure…but it looks like it escaped from its cage,” Gray pointed out, watching as it ran right past them. “Where do you think it’s going?”

“Probably to get food, just like we should be doing right now,” Natsu urged, pulling Gray towards the restaurant.

“Wait…it’s heading right towards…” Gray paused, his eyes widening. “The Lion’s Den…!”

Before either of them could react, the chicken slipped under a fence that led straight to the area where the lions were being held. Not even ten seconds had passed when Natsu and Gray heard a roar, chicken clucks, and the sound of flesh being ripped apart. A lion devoured the chicken whole, only leaving a shower of feathers behind. 

Natsu and Gray’s eyes widened as they shuddered. 

Natsu slowly turned towards Gray, sweat dripping from the sides of his face. In a shaky voice, he said:

“Okay, I think I just lost my appetite.”

“Amy? I knew he had a thing for me!”

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Who is louder? Cassius is a dirty talker, but Amy is a quick learner.

Who is more experimental? Amycus. Cassius is strangely tolerant of it. It usually goes something like: “Is that a … (sighs) fuck, just give me a heads up next if there are gonna be dead animals in my bed - okay babe?” They then proceed to get it on.

Who takes more risks? Cassius says his middle name is ‘daredevil.’ It’s not. But depending how many drinks are in him he will try and convince you it is.

Do they fuck or make love? Fuck. Is Amycus even capable of love?

Lights on or off? On. If they’re fucking, it’s a whirlwind of a motion. No one has time to stop to turn the lights off.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Cassius. He’s all about that fiction friction if no one else is around.

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Amycus. He always wants to bring in Alecto.

Has either stolen the other’s underwear? Yes. Hell, they don’t even have to be fucking for this happen. Guaranteed: Cassius steals Amy’s underwear as is simply to prank him.

Who comes first? They’re one of the few couples that actually comes together.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Cassius gives great brojobs. Amy is not half bad either.

Who is more submissive? Amycus. Cassius is his sexual awakening outside of Alecto.

Who usually initiates things? It starts off with Cassius. The first time Amycus lays down a smooth line Cassius crows with pride.

Who is more sensitive? Cassius. It’s very difficult to be less sensitive than the man who eats dead rabbits.

Who has the most patience? HAHA. Neither.

Which kinks do they share? Their forte is experimental sex: trying something neither of them has done before.

What kinks do they have that clash? Cassius doesn’t like to be on the receiving end of pain. He’s completely fine with dishing it out.  

SFW

Who would be the big spoon? Cassius tried to be big spoon once and Amycus would not have it. Being trapped in someone else’s arms makes the Carrow uncomfortable so Cassius allows himself to be held.

Who would wake up first? Cassius is up all night and he sleeps all day. Amycus by default.

Do they have nicknames for each other? Cassius calls Amycus literally everything and anything. Amy, sweetheart, hunny-bunny, sugar, darling, princess, apple of my eye, ladybug, sugarplum, dandelion. Amycus just calls him Cassius.  

What happened when they met each other’s parents? Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. Amycus has been banned from the Mulciber household. It’s fine, because Cassius has been banned from the Carrow household.

How do they apologize after an argument? They burn something together. Like, the physically set something on fire.

What would they be like as parents? They’d raise a reckless assassin. They’d both join the PTA and be unbelievably obnoxious. They would not get invited to the BBQs other parents throw.

Who is the better cook? Dear lord, if it wasn’t for the house elf both of these kiddos would be dead. Cassius can maybe boil pasta.

Who is more romantic? Cassius. He can be a sentimental fool. He once wrote a song for Amycus while drunk.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? Cassius makes a special spell for Amycus. Amycus takes him on an adventure.

Who gets jealous easiest? Amycus. Cassius is constantly flirting with anything that has a pulse. When Amycus finds out that thing no longer has a pulse.  

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? Neither care much for such things, but Cassius throws a surprise party for Amycus on his birthday.

Who is the most adventurous? Cassius wants to see the whole damn world.

Who is the most protective? Amycus seems to have a lot of regard for the things he considers his. Cassius is similar.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Amycus would have stared at Cassius from across the playground for an extended period of time and when Cassius noticed, the young Mulciber would stride up to him and kiss him sans introduction. Then they’d go play in the creek.  

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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

Request:Hi, I just read Wild and I love it.. If its not much of a problem maybe you could write a 3rd part? thank you, you´re an amazing writer btw I really enjoy your stories :)

Request:Did you ever do a part 3 for wild and if not will you I love it

Request:Wild part 3?

Request:“Wild” parte dos???

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

Request:I was wondering if there was a chance you could write Wild part 3??????? Please im obsessed!!!!!!!

‘’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’’

2

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?

TWEEK: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I HATE CLIMBING AHFHGHKDJSHUIKSAKJIF

CRAIG: So why are you climbing!

TWEEK: I LIED ABOUT CLYDE AND NOW HIS DAD IS GOING TO KILL ME, I HAVE TO RUN AWAY I CAN’T BE SEEN AROUND HERE ANYMORE I’M GOING TO HAVE TO MOVE AWAY I DON’T WANT TO MOVE AWAY I CAN’T–

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

TWEEK: YEAH BUT THEN I THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I DID AND WHEN HE FINDS OUT I LIED HE’LL WANNA CUT OFF MY LEGS AND FEED IT TO CLYDE’S DOG AND THEN I’LL HAVE NO LEGS! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DON’T HAVE ANY LEGS, CRAIG?!

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!

TWEEK: …

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

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: NO BUT NOW CLYDE IS GONNA KILL ME INSTEAD AND FEED MY LEGS TO HIS DOG BECAUSE I GOT HIM IN TROUBLE!!! I HAVE TO SKIP TOWN!

TWEEK: OH JESUS!

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.

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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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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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.

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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An Honorable Villain

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 581
Warnings: Swearing

Part 4 of Violent Desires Meet Violent Ends


Laying in his arms, your fingers were laced with his. “Tell me something about yourself.” You glanced over your shoulder at him.

He chuckled. “Like what, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “Start simple.” You smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Black.” He laughed, and you could feel it. “What about you?”

“Y/F/C.” You told him. “Favorite animal?” It was nice being able to just relax together, acting as if the world outside wasn’t filled with carnage and chaos. The two of you had been basically a couple for a few months now, and inching closer and closer to your real names. You’d started only giving him names that started with the actual first letter of your name. You didn’t know if he’d caught that or not.

He licked his lips, thinking. “You better not laugh, missy.” He said playfully. “Cats.” You twisted to look at him, eyebrow raised. “What? I like cats. Nothin’ wrong with that.”

“I didn’t say there was. Just took me by surprise, that’s all.” You told him as you settled back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours.


All too soon, it was time for you to part ways. You kissed him goodbye and pouted a bit as he walked back to where his men were waiting. Licking your lips, you turned and started back to Alexandria. You bit your lip and turned, jogging after him. “Wait.” You smiled up at him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, chuckling.

You took a moment. “One night. Tomorrow.” He raised an eyebrow. “Spend the night with me tomorrow. I get you all night to myself.”

He smirked. “You got balls.” He replied, ignoring the looks from his men. “I’ll be here. Wear something you don’t mind getting ripped.” He winked before he walked away.

Letting out a soft sigh, you turned and walked the other way.


“Someone looks pleased…” Rosita teased you as you came in. “You still seeing that guy?”

“I might be.” Your face lit up.

She laughed. “When are we going to meet him? What’s his name? What’s he like?”

Leaning against the wall, you shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t know, and amazing.”

“You..don’t know his name? Still?” She looked concerned.

“He doesn’t know mine, either. I like the mystery, to be honest. I mean, earlier we just laid in bed talking.” Your cheeks turned pink. “We talked about our favorite colors, favorite animals, hobbies we had before all this shit…It’s nice.”

Rosita sighed. “Well, as long as he doesn’t hurt you. He sounds like an alright guy.” She nudged you with your shoulder. “When do you see him again?”

“Tomorrow night.” You told her. “We’re spending the entire night together. Just the two of us.” She could tell by the look on your face that you’d fallen hard for this mystery man. “But, I’m gonna go see what I can do around here for now. Don’t have too much fun.” You gave her a wave before heading in to see what you could help with.


The next afternoon, you showed up to the house early, excited to see him. As he asked, you brought something that you didn’t mind getting ripped, and the thought had you excited. You would slip it on when it was closer to him getting there, and decided to read and relax until then.

Originally posted by marythenurse

You must have fallen asleep, because next thing you knew, he was nipping at your neck and chuckling. “Wakey wakey, sweetheart.”

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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: WHAT? HE’S NOT GAY
DM: (rolls d20)
DM: GODDAMMIT HE’S GAY.
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