notice happy on the cover

My (low-res version) cover entry for @mchanzo‘s #mchanzine is finally here! I had a lot of fun with this one and can’t wait for the final product ^w^

The Memories Of You

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam, Rowena

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: little angsty, bit fluffy

Word count: 3013

A/N: based around the episode: Regarding Dean

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you looked over at Dean, you were so angry that you thought steam must have been coming out of your ears and your face must have been bright red. Sam tried to calm you down in the bar, but all you could think about was that stupid bitch with her hands all over Dean. It’s not like he tried to stop her, you didn’t even want to watch more after it looked like she was about to lean in and kiss him.

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the hair is pink again.

OB & FT: Importance of Rainbows

(AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/11070543/chapters/24738276 )

“Great job you two. Your help got this akuma caught quickly,” Ladybug told them, patting both Fox Tail and herself on the back. Juleka couldn’t help to be pleased. Here she was no just a super hero herself, but helping Ladybug and Chat Noir. It wasn’t even something in her wildest dreams. The best part though was the small blonde standing beside her.

“I have a question,” Fox Tail asked as one of the Miraculouses beeped. “About secret identities…?”

Ladybug deflated from her jovial mood at bit. “So, it is important to keep anyone from learning about our identities.”

Both her and Fox Tail nodded. After all it was something Pollen had mentioned soon after meeting the kwami. Fox Tail pressed however. “But between us?”

“To keep our families and friends safe, it’s best we don’t divulge our identies even to each other,” Chat Noir said in a firm tone. Ladybug looked at Chat Noir like he’d insulted her. He shrugged at her, narrowing his golden eyes. “Don’t you agree Ladybug? It was originally your idea.”

Ladybug huffed. “Yes it was, but…” Another Miraculous beeped. “We should all get going,” Ladybug said. “Thanks again. It’s nice to have new partners!”

And then both Ladybug and Chat Noir lept away, obviously to get to a safe spot before their transformation dissolved. Just as Fox Tail was about to do the same, Juleka put her hand on the new hero’s shoulder. She then pointed. “Look at that. Think that’s a promising omen?”

That was a rainbow over the city, now that the rain had passed. Juleka felt Fox Tail relax as she looked out at the rainbow. “Yeah, I think it is.”

Foxtail looked up at Orchid Bee and smiled, then looked back at the rainbow. Together they watched the rainbow. Juleka put an arm around Fox Tail’s shoulders and the blonde leaned into her. For a moment they just enjoyed being before obligations to keep their identity a secret forced them apart.

Juleka was walking down a sidewalk, conversing quietly with the kwami hiding in her long hair. It seemed Pollen wanted something to eat now that the battle was over, not that Juleka blamed her. She’d just gotten what her kwami would most want to eat when she hear a familiar voice.

“Juuuleeeekaaaa,” called the voice that belong to only one person. Her Rose. Turning, Juleka smiled and walked over to meet up with Rose. She noticed the small blonde was soaking wet.

“You’re drenched,” Juleka said in a no nonsense manner even though she was concerned.

Rose just smiled up at her. “Yeah, I got caught up in the akuma battle while it was raining.”

Juleka was sure that was the truth, and inwardly smiled at how Rose was avoiding saying why she didn’t end up getting back home like she should have been able to.

“Here,” Juleka said before taking off the sweatshirt she was wearing. When she had gotten home she had changed into sweats to warm up after being in the rain herself. Now she didn’t mind being in sweatpants and a t-shirt, even if normally she wouldn’t be out in public in such attire.

Rose took the sweatshirt with a grateful smile, even if the mirth seemed suspicious. Juleka didn’t mind however. In fact she wasn’t sure she cared about certain rules, but she’d hold back for now. “Mind if I walk you home?”

Rose shook her head, her smile settling into something warmer. A smile she had just for her. “Not at all.”

Juleka took Rose’s hand, and then pointed with her free hand. “I think that’s a promising sign for things to come.”

Rose squeezed her hand, and when Juleka glanced over she noticed the sweatshirt half covering Rose’s face, though she seemed happy. “Yeah, I think it is.”

Princess - Joji

Request in which a chubby!reader feels sad that Joji can’t carry her like normal girls. Rather short, so sorry about that. 

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Sigh.

“There!” Joji snaps you out of your reverie and you jump a bit in your seat, looking at him rather confused afterwards. “There it goes again!” he adds after seeing your expression, as if that was enough.

Solved nothing, though. You were still confused as to what he was referring to. 

“What is?” You ask for explanations, toying with the straw in your drink, stirring the rest of your unfinished lemonade, bored. No—bored was not the perfect word to describe the thing that was bothering you. You were sad. Distracted from the date you and Joji are on and were supposed to enjoy the time spent together. Today you didn’t felt like being happy. Something was on your mind. And Joji noticed, despite you trying to cover it—he saw that you were rather out of it and wondered why.

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Jackson ‘One-shot’

Summary: Life with Jackson

AN: I wrote this at 1am, it is a pile of shit, you have been warned.

‘I can’t do this anymore’

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

You’re keeled over and coughing your lungs up as sweat runs down your back, looking up to see Jackson turning around to look at you, beaming and bouncing on the spot in his trainers and his sports gear as he waits for you to catch up to him on the hiking trail.

'Come on, Jagi, just a few more-’

'No, Jackson! I cant do this anymore!’ you shout again, hoping he could hear you properly this time.

You’re too busy staring at the floor trying to get your breath back to see the way his face drops completely and his chest deflates as the air rushes out of him. He quickly jogs back to you and helps you to stand up properly, encouraging you to lean on him for support and even going so far as to hug you to him, rubbing your back soothingly as he kisses your shoulder- the action making you slightly confused.

'Its okay, Jagi. Come on, let me carry you back.’

And then you climb onto his back and he carries you almost two miles back to the car, making you laugh the whole time…smiling because you were smiling.


'I can’t do this anymore!’

You shout the words angrily but then immediately regret them when you hear the familiar sound of Jackson’s heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs, his quick pants reaching your ears before he did, and he ends up bulldozing into you, pulling you fiercely against him and knocking the knitting you’d been doing out of your hands.

'Hormones again?’ he asks quietly in your ear, rubbing your back calmingly and making you hum as you bury your face in his shoulder.

'Yeah.’ you mumble, tying your arms around his neck and smiling when you feel him press a kiss to the skin below your ear, lingering as he slowly slips his hands down to your butt for a cheeky squeeze, which makes you chuckle, before he backs you into the lounge and sits you down in the big comfy chair, making sure you were propped up comfortably, with the remote and a book, before kneeling down at your feet and leaning forward to kiss your belly.

'Only a few more months, Jagi.’ he murmurs, looking up at you with warm, happy eyes and you see the little crows feet appear at the edges when you smile back at him, reaching your hand out to cup his face and seeing his shoulders untense as he leans into your hand.


'I can’t do this anymore.’

The words are an aggravated sigh when you say them, sitting back in your chair and rubbing your eyes tiredly as you stretch your neck, jumping slightly when you feel lips suddenly descend onto yours but quickly recognising them as Jackson’s and kissing him back gratefully.

'Whats up, buttercup?’ he asks, continuing to rub your shoulders as he leans over and rests his chin on your head, eyes scanning the computer in front of you where you’d been trying to work out your taxes.

'Its these taxes-’

'You know what? I dont think we’ve had a date night in a while!-’

'Jackson, we literally had date night, yesterday-’ you go to argue, but he’s already pulled you up from the chair and dropped a kiss on your lips, before quickly sliding to the coat peg in the hallway and throwing you your coat with a smile.

'And?’ he asks, your favourite toothy grin on his face as he slips his own coat on and opens the door, standing to the side to wait for you, his face slightly worried as he waits for you to stop staring at him disbelievingly- the expression turning to relief and happiness when you shake your head happily incredulously at him before skipping out of the door.


'I cant do this anymore!’

He’s there before you even have a chance to break down in sobs, his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders and when you look up at him, you see him nodding reassuringly as he watches you with sparkling eyes that looked like he might cry at any moment.

'You’ve done this before, Jagi. I know you can do it again.’ he says, pressing a forceful kiss to your forehead and pressing another to your lips, before shuffling you into a more comfortable position and crouching down beside you, offering you his hand and the scared grimace on his face changes to one of quiet exhilaration when you grab it.

'Okay, push.’ the midwife commands, and even though you feel like your insides are trying to be ripped out of you, Jackson murmuring unhurried reassurances beside you manages to calm you enough that you hardly feel the pain because within minutes you’re looking up at him handing you your second child and when you take her from him and end up crying happily, you dont notice the look of unparalleled happiness that covers his face at the sight of the love of his life with his child.


'I can’t do this anymore.’

You watch him tiredly as he looks up at you from where he was sat beside your bed, his walking stick beside him and his eyes as bright as ever, shining out at you from his creased and tired old face.

'You know, you’ve said that to me so many times over the years…and every time I believed you-’ he mutters, his voice now gravelly and croaky as it rumbles from his ancient voice box, his hand holding yours tightly despite his frail frame.

'Every time, I’d always make sure i’d change your mind or make you feel better, because I was too scared to see you give up on yourself, to see you lose faith. And after i’d make you feel better, you’d have accomplished the thing you said you couldn’t do within a few hours.’ he chuckles, having to stop to cough harshly, before looking back up at you with a crooked grin, the expression still being 'Jackson’, despite the few missing teeth and the slightly droopy cheeks and eyebrows.

'But I dont want to believe you now.’ he murmurs, his hand shaking slightly as he holds tightly to your fingers, his thumb brushing over your knuckles lovingly as a tear escapes his eye and rolls down his greying cheeks before he can wipe it away with a trembling finger.

'You can do this, Jagi…you can…because I will help you-I will always be here to help you…’


'I can’t do this anymore.’

He whispers the words, as he reads them off of the grey slab, watching as a bird perches upon the soft mossy bed in front of it and pecks gently at the moist earth.

The sun was shining on the grave and the sky was blue above him, and it was all the evidence he needed to know that his words had been heard, the smile growing on his face as he looked to the matching grey slab beside his mother’s grave, laughing as he reads the little message at the bottom of his father’s gravestone that followed on from the slab beside it.

'If she’s out, so am I.’

THE END

You have a nice smile | Sirius black

Requested




It was a friday night and you were currently curled up in one of the armchairs by the fire. Your week had been dull, boring and it seemed to go on forever. As you turn another page of the book you currently reading you heard three paires of footsteps run heavily down the staires and burst into the common room. Before you, stood your three bestfriends. Remus, who by the looks of things didnt want to be doing what ever the others had planned, James who looked exited with a smile on his face cluthing what seemed to be cans of beer and then Sirius. Your crush, he looked perfect like usual, his hair messy and his eyes sparkling with mischief. They looked shocked once they had noticed you but looks of happiness and exitment soon covered their faces once more, James and Sirius’ at least.

“Get out while you can (Y/N)” Remus smirks at you knowingly before Sirius shushes him.

“Fancy joining us for a drink by the black lake (Y/N/N)?” Sirius asked with a beaming smile on his face.

“How can i refuse” you laugh standing up and slipping on your shoes.

I mean really though, how could you?

“How are we going to sneak out?” You ask curiously.

“My cloak of course” James laughs as if its obvious

“And how do you expect all four of us to fit under it?” You laugh raising an eyebrow.

“James will turn into his animagus while you squeeze inbetween Remus and i” Sirius smirks causing James to glare.

“What!? But mines a stag, yours is a fucking dog, you can do it” James protests crossing his arms.

“James, you’re doing it” Sirius replies

“But its my cloak!” James’ groans but agrees anyway.

Arriving saftly at the black lake, you sit in your usual spot, under a large tree that you had all claimed your first year.

James passed around the drinks and you all began your evening.

It was going great, you had bewitched candles to hover above creating a warm light.

You were all chatting and laughing when James suddenly announces he wants to go swimming, you giggle as you watch Remus giving James a piggy back into the water.

“Coming for a swim princess?” Sirius asks, his lips forming into a smirk.

“Why not” You declare following him, even though you and Sirius hadnt had an awful lot to drink, your staggered down to the lake rather than walked.

You began to slip of your your clothes in which according to sirius mind, was in a painfully slow manner.

He was in before you, watching as you unhooked your jeans from your ankles.

As you entered the water you winced that the coldness against your soft skin.

“Need help with that?” Sirius laughs walking towards you before lifting you into his strong arms and running into the water.

“FUCK THATS COLD” You yell, but you’re not paying attention the freezing water anymore, you’re paying attention to how warm Sirius’ body feels against yours, how he can lift you so easily.

“You’re so beautiful” He suddenly says without thinking, both his and your cheeks turning red.

“So are you” You smirk causing him to laugh.

“What?” He asks noticing the way you’re looking at him.

“You have a nice laugh” you giggle, maybe you did have more to drink than you thought.

“Oh yeah? You have a nice smile” He laughs again, you had a fluttering feeling in your tummy and no matter what, it would not budge.

“Can i tell you something?” You whisper feeling him lean his head closer to yours, your foreheads now touching.

“Always” He says just as quietly as you.

“I like you, like a lot” you say causing him to crack one of his award winning smiles.

“I like you too (Y/N/N), you know that”

“No, not just like, i mean i think i might be in love with you”

He didnt have to say anything, you could tell by the look on his face, the way he held you tighter, and then they way he pressed his lips onto yours.

Kissing you with so much love.

“Why didnt you tell me?” He says breathlessly as he pulls away.

“I was scared”

“Well i’m glad you did because i think i might be in love with you too” He laughs before pressing his lips onto yours once more.

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anonymous asked:

"Not all good people are innocent" for Oli please?

Oli didn’t want to go back to his house. Google and his brothers were there and it was for sure going to be a buzzkill. He eventually made is way to Host’s house, figuring he would probably understand why he showed up completely covered in blood with a grin on his face. He knew artists tended to understand and relate to emotions better, and he considered writing one of his favorite forms of art.

He knocked on the door, mind still humming from his adventures, and Host opened the door.

“Host notices Oli is covered in blood and is happy about it. Host wants to know why.”  He went quiet for just a moment. “Come in, Oli.” Host shooed his cats away, knowing they too were curious about all the blood.

“Host never knew Oli was the type to commit murder.”Oli shrugged.

“Not all good people are innocent, love.” His words were rushed, body still tingling and antsy. “Google always tells me to calm down and I do not want to calm down.”

“Host understands. Host tells you to get a towel before you sit down. Host does not want to clean chairs.” Oli couldn’t protest to that, so he grabbed a few towels and sat down. He heard Host mutter something about asking Oli his opinions on murder. “Thrilling. Wonderful. Beautiful. It’s like telling a story, I guess. The way you chose them, how you hunted them down and then how you execute the crime. It’s all gracefully done.” Oli had learned that getting away with murder was a tough job, but one he had come to find a comforting solitude in.


“Host understands. Can Host accompany Oli on one of his adventures?” Oli nodded excitedly.

“Of course you can.”

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x SNK model AU Notes PT4: Mikasa

Because Mikasa is indeed a flawless queen and Mean Girls references ftw. I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE. 

Always In Love Part 3 *SMUT*

Song(s): Pony-Ginuwine

You were waiting for Happy to pick you up. You two have been meeting up the past few weeks, and you didn’t feel bad about it.

Happy pulled up to your house and you opened the door. He walked up to you and you smiled at him. Happy bit his lip and looked over your body. Michael was never home at night, so you two had decided to do it here.

“I’m going to take my wife back.” He said looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Then do it.” You whispered into his ear. Today was different then it had been, the past two weeks were makeup, soft, sensual sex. Today, he was going to show you how much he wanted you back, how sexy he thought you were.

“I’m going to fuck my wife in another mans bed.” He said hovering over your lips. You closed the gap and kissed him, he kissed back with passion.

He wanted you so badly. He pushed you in the house and closed the door behind him. You walked up the stairs, slowly, swaying your hips a little more than normal. Happy was closely behind you, watching the way your sexy body swayed.

You walked into your bedroom and you took Happy by the kutte and you sat him down on the edge of the bed. He watched you hungrily as you slowly slid off your straps to your red lacy lingerie. You turned your back to him and you let the lacy dress slide down your body as you were looking at him over your shoulder.

He started to get up, he wanted to touch you, so badly. You put a finger on his chest and he sat back down. You sat in his lap to where your back was to him and you grinded against him slowly. You put your hands on his knees as you were teasing him.

You dropped down and used his knees to bring yourself back up, and you turned around and faced him. He looked at you and he couldn’t take it anymore. He put his hands on your hips and brought you to him. He kissed you roughly and you bit his lip, he moaned at the aggression in your bite. He picked you up as he stood up and walked around to the side of the bed.

He kicked off his boots, still kissing you.

He slid down your lacy panties and started to rub your clit softly, you moaned in the kiss.

“You’re so wet.“ Happy unhooked your bra with one hand and took it off of you, letting your breast fall free. He started to kiss down your neck, biting on the way down. He didn’t care if he left evidence, and you didn’t either.

You moaned as his mouth found a nipple and started to swirl it around in his mouth. His pants suddenly came too tight. Your back arched as you were close to climaxing.

He stopped rubbing you and kissed back up to your mouth. you felt him slide your panties off completely. You heard the sound of his belt buckle come undone and you bit your lip. He slid down his pants and boxers to his knees. You started to take off his shirt, when he beat you to it. You looked at his tattooed chest, which you found sexy. He entered you roughly and you moaned. You opened your legs wider giving him more access into you. Your back arched and you moaned loudly as he thrusted in and out of you faster.

Happy suddenly slowed down and you looked at him and he had a devilish look in his eyes. You gave him a grin and he flipped over, to where you were on top. He put his hands, open on the sides of his head, so you could hold his hands. You started to ride him slowly and he slipped a boob in his mouth, slightly nibbling on it. You continued to ride him and you saw white, you went faster and let go of his hands. His hands instantly went to your hips, making you go faster. You felt your back cave in as your walls started to tighten around Happy’s hard cock. You moaned as you climaxed around happy. He moaned as he felt your walls contracting around him.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he came into you and moaned and held on to your hips, leaving bruises. You bit your lip as you rode out his climax.

You laid next to him and you laid close to him. You looked over his body and somehow he was completely naked.

"I can never get enough of you, girl.” Happy said wrapping his arm around you. You smiled and wrapped an arm around his torso.

“I see you kept the tattoos.” He said looking at the one on your hip.

“Why would I get rid of them?” You looked up at him worried.

“I was scared you had moved on, since you got married to this new guy.”

“Happy, I got married because I was lonely.”

“I’m here now.” He said then kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, girl.”

“I love you too Hap.”


You woke up and noticed Happy was gone, but Michael was next to you. You sighed and looked around the room you noticed you were in pajamas that covered you completely. Happy didn’t want another man looking at you. You looked on the ground and Your lingerie was put away, thanks to Happy. You got up and went downstairs. You sat on the couch,

“I don’t even love Michael I love Happy Lowman.” You confessed out loud, not caring you heard you. You couldn’t tell Michael because it would crush him. You weren’t in love with him though, so what would be the right choice? Tell him about Happy or stay with him even though you’re not in love with him?

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supersquiddy  asked:

Happy Ace story. I noticed that my sketchbook cover had all the colours of the Asexual flag. (I had the sketchbook before I realized I was Ace.) So I told my close friend about it before I had to go back to my seat. (She didn't know what Asexuality was.) A few minuets later she came over to my seat and showed me a picture of my favourite Supernatural character,Castiel, drawn with the Ace flag colours. I was so happy that she accepted me being Asexual.