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Don’t Say Anything (part 10)

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


A/N: I’m going to Pride for the first time this Saturday and I’m sooooo excited :)

It goes completely silent. Like dead silent and you hate it. Wanda’s looking between you and Natasha while your voice gets caught up in your throat.

“Nat.. I-I’m-” you stop speaking, running your fingers through your hair.

The fiery red head stood in front of you, mouth slightly open in shock. For a spy, she did not see this coming. Everything happened so fast. You didn’t mean to blurt it out. You cracked under pressure. This is exactly what you were trying to prevent from happening.

Suddenly the door bursts open and in walks Bucky and Steve, worried looks etched on their faces and guns pointed.

“What’s going on? We heard yelling.” Steve spoke first, eyes searching the room. From where they were, all they could hear was muffled yelling and they thought you and the girls were in some sort of danger. Once Steve looks at you, he lowers his gun. “What happened?”

Your eyes travel over to Nat who kept her gaze on the ground. Your heart broke. “Nat, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Steve glances between the two of you before glaring at Bucky. “You’re not waiting any longer - talk to her.”


“Talk to her!”

Bucky let out a shaky breath before stepping towards Nat. “Natasha can I.. Can I talk to you? Alone?”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.”

You watch the two exit your room and your eyes fill with tears yet again. As your lip quivered, Steve pulled you into a hug where you let out a sob. “She hates me, Steve. I hurt her.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Y/N.” he sighed, rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me. She was so hurt. I betrayed her.” you cried. “What kind of friend am I?”

He shushed you, petting your hair softly as you cried your eyes out. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She wasn’t supposed to find out. All you wanted was for them to be happy regardless if it hurt your feelings and made you want to drown in your own tears.

Wanda slowly got off the bed and placed her hand on your back. “Are you okay?”

You step away from Steve and wipe away your tears. “I fucked up.”

“I tried to stop it, Y/N.”

“I know. I should’ve walked out or something. Anything really.” you sniffled. “Now she hates me.”

“Steve’s right, she doesn’t hate you.” Wanda frowned. “Shocked, yeah. But she would never hate you.”

“Why wouldn’t she hate me? She just found out that her best friend is in love with her boyfriend. Of course she hates me!” you exclaim.

Steve’s eyebrows raise. “You’re in love with Bucky?”

Both you and Wanda ignore him. “Don’t think like that. She doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Wait.” Steve waved his hand. “You’re in love with Bucky?”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” you sigh.

“For how long?”

“Does it matter? Nothing good-”

“Five years.” Wanda cut in and you glare at her.

“Five years?!” he shouts. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“What?” the both of you say, watching as Steve slapped his palm against his forehead.

“Bucky, he-” but he stops himself.

“He what?” you question.

Steve cleared his throat. “That’s not for me to tell.”

“What the hell? Tell me.” you take a step towards the blonde.

He takes a step backwards. “No.”

“Steve, I’ve had enough today. Just tell me.”

“You’ll have to ask Bucky.”

You scoff. As if you’ll ever go near Bucky now. You should’ve just stayed away from him right when you found out about the two of them. Now everything’s out of control. You’re pretty sure Natasha hates you and Bucky  - Why would Bucky want to be with you now? Nothing will change with him.

Platinum blonde hair pokes into your room and the man attached to it smiles. “Guess who’s back and brought a cake… What’s going on? Why are your eyes all red?”

He fully steps into your room with a bag hanging from his wrist and you exhale loudly.

“Not now, Pietro.” Wanda says, shooing him away with her hand.

Pietro snarls. “Not now my ass, she’s crying.”

“Just go!” she points to the door.

“Like I’d ever listen to you, младшая сестра.” he scoffed, setting the bag down on your bed. “What happened.”

“She’s in love with Bucky.” Steve says as Pietro walked towards you.

“You finally told him? Did he reject you? Is that why you’re crying?” he held you by your upper arm, eyes filled with concern. You glance at Wanda then at Steve before letting out a sigh.

And you told him everything.

Bucky led Natasha to his room where he shut the door and locked it so they could have their private conversation. Bucky was nervous. His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding and he wanted to throw up.

If he even said the slightest thing to piss her off, she’d murder him. Literally. Bucky walks around her and sits on his bed, patting the spot next to him. Natasha doesn’t say a word as she sits beside him, a decent gap space between the two of them. She was thinking hard, thinking about the mini argument with Bucky 3 days ago, thinking about everything that’s happened, literally in the past hour and 30 minutes.

The brunette clasps his hands together, leaving them to rest on his lap and clears his throat. “So..”

“Do you like Y/N?” Nat asked, not bothering to waste any time. “Be honest with me.”

“I - Yeah. Yeah, I do.” he breathed.

Natasha exhaled an ‘okay’ and looked over at Bucky. “Don’t hurt my best friend, Barnes. Do you hear me?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah.”

“If she ever comes crying to me because of you, you’re dead.”

“Got it.”

“Alright.” she nods. “We’re done here.”

Natasha moves to stand up but Bucky grabs her hand. “Wait, that’s it? We didn’t even get to actually talk!”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about!” she replied.

Bucky scoffed. “There’s a lot to talk about.”

The red head sighed and sat to face Bucky. “Alright, fine. Let’s talk.”

“Thank you.” he breathed. “Before I start I just want you to know that I do care about you and you’re a great person.” Nat nods. “Okay so, before.. us happened I had a thing for Y/N but I didn’t think she.. you know, liked me back.” this made Nat scoff as she thought back to what you had blurted out earlier. “And then you came along and we got to talking which then led to.. you know and every time I was with you, I forgot about my feelings for Y/N. You were like a distraction. What we had was a.. a fling. You know that. I enjoyed your company. You filled the hole inside me briefly, the one that yearned for Y/N’s love and affection. I know this all sounds bad, trust me - and I know that messing with your feelings was a douchebag move but at the time, I thought I wanted to be with you. I told myself over and over again that I wanted to be with you and not Y/N but fuck, seeing Pietro all over her these past couple of days annoyed the hell out of me and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore - I couldn’t hurt you as well. I couldn’t string you along, making you think that I loved you when really, my heart belongs to Y/N.”

Nat nods her head. “So you were using me this whole time?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily word it like that but yeah.” he sighed. “It was a dick move, I know. It’s fine if you want to hit me or cut my balls off. I deserve it. I’m sorry.”

The red head exhales. “If I were some other woman, I’d be absolutely furious right now. I’d want to punch you, knee you in the balls so hard that you wouldn’t be able to produce children later on in the future.” Bucky chuckled softly. “But, I’m not some other woman. I’m me. And although everything you just said was fucked up, I shouldn’t be one to judge because I’ve been using you too.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows at Natasha’s words. “What?”

“I was in a bad place when we started talking. Bruce had ran off without even saying goodbye to me. I had to hear from Tony that he left. Fucking Tony. I was sad, I mean I really did love him. I get that he had to leave for the protection of everyone around him but a simple goodbye would’ve sufficed, you know?” Bucky nods. “Anyways we got to talking and all that other stuff and for a minute, you’d make me forget about all the heartbreak Bruce caused me. Just like I filled the hole in you that craved Y/N, you filled the hole in me. A distraction was what you were. You distracted me from my real feelings. I know what we had was a fling, I never saw it as anything more than a casual talk and fuck - sometimes make out sessions. But other than that, I didn’t have feelings for you. I liked the fact that you distracted me from Bruce and I guess I made myself think that I actually liked you in the process.” she ran her fingers through her hair. “And I’m sorry too.”

“Wow.” Bucky laughed, staring straight ahead at his wall. “So us dating, that was-”

“Completely idiotic and for no reason.” she finished for him.

He face palmed. “Oh my god, we’re idiots.”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “We are.”

“We didn’t even actually like each other, why did we start dating?” Bucky questioned, although he already knew the answer.

I have no idea.” Nat laughed. “Oh, and sorry about getting all mad after accusing you of liking Y/N. I guess I got frustrated that reality was setting in and the fantasy was no longer there.”

“It’s cool. Sorry for.. literally everything.” Bucky shrugged.

“It’s fine.” she chuckled. “No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings.” he nodded before running his fingers through his hair. “Oh god, now I have to talk to Y/N. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“I have a feeling she will.” the spy says as she stood up, extending her hand out for Bucky to take. “Come on, let’s go get your girl.”

The super soldier takes her hand and stands up, following her out to the hallway. “You know Y/N’s a jealous person, right? Not too jealous though but a reasonable amount of jealous.” she says.

“Yeah, it’s cute, right?” he smiled. “Ooo she’s gonna get so mad and jealous when she realizes that we’ve had sex. Plus those make out sessions and the amount of times she’s caught us. Wow. You’re in some deep shit.”

“She’s gonna get mad at you, not me.” Nat scoffed.

“You were messing around with her man.” Bucky countered.

She rolled her eyes. “Sisters before misters, Barnes. Never forget.”

“Yeah well… Bucky before Nat.” he replied, causing the red head to laugh.




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Any Time (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2225

Warnings: Like one swear word, fluff, Connor can’t deal with his feelings

Summary: Y/N falls asleep on an outing to the orchard with her friends. Her dislike of flowers comes up in conversation, and shenanigans ensue

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: For the anon who requested Y/N falling asleep in a park and getting flowers put in her hair. Also, I kinda forgot about Evan, so he’s not in this one. Whoops.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Here we are! This was my favourite place as a kid!” Zoe said, gesturing around with her arms. I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Trying to keep her from going here 24/7 was the biggest problem mom and dad had when we were young.” Connor muttered and I snorted, watching Zoe’s face fall.

“Shut up Connor!” Zoe said, shoving him lightly. Connor chuckled, ruffling Zoe’s hair as he did.

“It’s hard to believe that you two wanted to murder each other last year.” Jared mused, watching the siblings interact.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said, resting my elbow on Jared’s shoulder. Jared flipped me off and I chuckled, sticking my tongue out at him.

“So, Y/N, how are you? I feel like we haven’t really talked to each other in a while.” Alana said, appearing in the other side of me.

“I’m doing pretty good. My sister Chloe just came up from DC to visit which is nice. I haven’t seen a lot of her since she’s been off at college.” I said, waving my hands about a little.

“That’s awesome.” Alana said, smiling brightly at me. I noticed that Connor and Zoe had already run off ahead of us, and I shook my head slightly.

“They’re ridiculous.” I muttered, running after them. Jared and Alana shook their heads, trailing after me.

“Hey… guys.” I puffed, doubling over slightly. Connor arched an eyebrow, looking at me judgementally.

“You are seriously out of shape.” He said, and he was met with a smack from Zoe. I stood up straight and glared at him as he rubbed the area where Zoe had hit.

“And you… are rude!” I said, still trying to catch my breath. Connor chuckled, and Zoe just rolled her eyes.

“Now we’re a gang.” She said, noticing that Jared and Alana had managed to make it to the base of the tree.

“Why’d you run Y/N? You could’ve easily walked.” Jared said and I rolled my eyes, sitting down and resting my back on the trunk of the tree.

“I wanted to run.” I muttered, giving Jared the finger as I spoke. Everyone chuckled, and I noticed that Connor had sat down next to me.

“Hey Connor. You remember when we were like 7, and we tried to climb this tree?” Zoe said and Connor chuckled, nostalgia crossing his face briefly.

“Yeah. You couldn’t get up to the first branch, and you had to get me to lift you up.” Connor replied, his hair flopping across his face.

“Those were the days.” Zoe said, looking out at the vast expanse of land that was the orchard.

“I hate to interrupt this beautiful nostalgia fest, but I’ve got snacks.” Jared said, chucking his backpack down into the middle of the circle.

We all cheered and I snatched the bag, violently undoing the zip. “Jesus christ.” Jared muttered, watching me with wide eyes.

“Dude, I’m starving.” I said, my mouth half full of the chocolate cake Jared packed. Everyone chuckled, and I felt my cheeks burn.

“You gonna share, Y/N?” Connor teased, plucking the bag from my grasp. I let out an annoyed sigh, swallowing the cake.

“So, Zoe. How’s school treating you, our little sophomore?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Zoe’s cheeks went pink and Connor chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“School’s alright. Mrs Waters is a bitch, though. She gave me a B- on my exam! It was clearly at A level.” Zoe said and we all erupted into laughter.

“I hate Mrs Waters. I’m so glad I don’t have her for any more of my classes.” Jared said and everyone nodded, even Alana, who normally hates bashing teachers.

“Does anyone else feel kinda tired?” I muttered, stifling a yawn. Everyone’s eyes turned to me, and there were a few muffled snickers.

“Nope. I reckon you’re just in a near sugar-induced coma.” Connor said, lightly punching my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a loud yawn. “Wait, you’re seriously tired?” Jared said, and I nodded, my eyes half-lidded.

“You mind if I take a nap?” I murmured, and I heard Connor let out a hum of approval.

“Awesome.” I said, mostly to myself, and I closed my eyes fully. I tilted my head slightly, and I felt it hit something solid.

I could tell it wasn’t a tree based on the sharp inhale of breath I heard when I hit it. “What do I do?” I heard someone whisper, and I was a little too tired to register whose voice it was.

“Just let her rest there. She’s tired.” Another voice said, and I let out a sigh, feeling myself finally fall asleep.

Connor’s P.O.V

Y/N had fallen asleep on my shoulder, and naturally Zoe decided that it’d be fun to laugh at my reaction.

“Your face was priceless, oh my god.” Zoe said, wiping away tears she was laughing so hard.

“Shut up Zoe! I’m not used to this.” I said, glancing over at Y/N, her hair slightly covering her face.

“Yeah. We can definitely tell.” Jared said, laughing as he spoke. I glared at him and he flinched a little.

“Hey, you guys. I have an idea.” Jared said, and we all turned our heads in his direction.

“What’s the idea?” Alana asked, a curious tone in her voice. Jared smirked, and I began to feel slightly worried.

“You know how much Y/N dislikes flowers? I’ve never understood why, but she does.” Jared said and I frowned, wondering where this was going.

“Anyway, what if we get a whole bunch of flowers and stick them in Y/N’s hair? When she wakes up she’ll be super pissed, but it’ll be worth it.” Jared said and I chuckled, looking over at Y/N’s sleeping form.

“Ok. I’m in. How about you lot?” I said, looking over at Zoe and Alana. Zoe was smiling, and Alana looked like she was seriously contemplating it.

“I’ll do it. I know where to get some really pretty flowers around here.” Zoe said and Jared’s smirk widened.

“Miss Beck? Your vote is…” Jared said, raising his eyebrows in Alana’s direction.

“I think it’s a little mean, but it’s not like we’re hurting her or anything.” Alana said and Jared let out a whoop.

“Awesome. Zoe, Alana and I are going to go find some flowers. Connor, you kinda have to stay here because our victim is asleep on your shoulder. Sorry.” Jared said, shooting me a look of fake sympathy.

“Whatever.” I muttered, looking at Y/N who was curled up tightly against me. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and her body was pressed right against mine.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks slightly, and I was thanking God that the other three had already left to go search for flowers.

“How dare you make me feel things.” I muttered, gingerly running a hand through Y/N’s hair. She stirred slightly and I froze, wondering if I’d woken her up.

Instead she let out a sigh and buried her head further into the crook of my neck, her hair tickling slightly. I let out a sigh and looked up at the tree whose branches provided a roof of some kind.

I tentatively slipped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, and even though she was asleep, something akin to a smile crossed her face.

I let out a groan, feeling butterflies grow in the pit of my stomach. “We’re back!” I suddenly heard Jared’s voice, and I felt my cheeks burn.

“Shush. You’re gonna wake her up.” I said and Jared’s eyebrows arched, a smirk crossing his face.

“Since when have you cared about not waking someone up? You once physically dragged me out of bed.” Zoe said, a bundle of purple and white flowers in her arms.

“So what?” I muttered, trying to avoid making eye contact with any of them. Zoe just rolled her eyes and passed me a few flowers.

“You can put the first one in.” Zoe said and Jared snorted. My eyes widened when I understood the double meaning of what Zoe said, and I felt my cheeks burn at a temperature hotter than the sun.

“You guys are the worst.” I said, shaking my head as I picked up a flower. I took a deep breath and gently placed the flower behind her ear.

I took my hand away slowly, and paused when I noticed just how good the flower’s colours looked against Y/N’s skin.

“Ok, I did it.” I said, glaring at Zoe, who was smirking widely at me. She raised a hand in the air, the smirk still plastered on her face.

She kneeled down and wove a few of the flowers into Y/N’s hair, making an intricate pattern that left me wondering where she learned how to do that.

“Woah.” Alana said, watching as Zoe’s hands moved expertly through Y/N’s hair. I noticed that Jared’s eyes were wide, and I imagined mine were too.

“Your turn.” Zoe said, facing Jared. He nodded, looking at Zoe with disbelief before putting some pink flowers in Y/N’s hair. I was surprised at how well the colours went together.

Jared finished almost as quick as he had started, and Alana shook her head slightly before taking over. By the time she was finished, you could hardly see Y/N’s hair underneath all the flowers.

“Wow.” I breathed out, slightly surprised at how Y/N managed to stay asleep through all of that. 

“I know.” Alana said, a smile wide on her face. I looked down at Y/N, a peaceful look on her face, her hair littered with flowers.

Suddenly Y/N let out a hum, and slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, before fully opening her eyes.

“Hi.” She said sleepily, her breath hitting my neck. I smiled shyly at her, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that my arm was still wrapped around her.

“Hey.” I said, my voice a little shaky. Jared suddenly cleared his throat and I whipped my head around to look at him, Y/N following suit.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Jared said and Y/N rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

“What do you want, Kleinman?” Y/N said harshly, and Jared held a hand on his chest in mock offence.

“Someone’s testy. Anyway, I just wanted to say that we left you a little gift. What it is, you’ll have to find out yourself.” Jared said, smirking widely.

Y/N glared at Jared before sitting up, lifting her head off my neck. I missed the feeling of her leaning against me, but I tried not to let anyone notice.

Y/N went to run a hand through her hair, but she stopped when she felt a flower. She slowly retracted her hand, a mildly annoyed look on her face.

“Come on you guys.” She said and everyone chuckled, including me. Zoe shot Y/N an apologetic smile, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“I’m never going out with you losers again.” Y/N muttered, standing up slowly. I stood up as well, stretching my arms out.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You look wonderful, and I’m sure Connor would agree with me.” Jared said, turning to me with a smirk plastered on his face.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as Y/N looked at me, her own face a dusty pink colour. “I, uh, um…” I stammered, running a hand through my hair.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her eyes shining brightly. She leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, her lips soft against my skin.

She pulled away and smiled at me, as I raised my hand to where her lips were. “Thanks Connor.” Y/N said quietly, dimples appearing as her smile widened.

“Any time.” I whispered, still trying to process what had just happened. I was so caught up in my own little world that I didn’t hear the snickering from behind me.

“Get a room you two. Ugh.” Jared said, fake gagging towards the end of his sentence. I felt my cheek burn red hot, and I looked over at Y/N, whose cheeks were now red.

“Whatever Jared. Just cause you can’t get a girlfriend.” Y/N said, and Zoe and Alana laughed loudly. I smirked at Jared, who looked like he’d much rather be somewhere else right now.

“She does have a point, Kleinman.” I said, glancing over at Y/N. Jared sputtered for a second, desperately trying to find words to use.

“I’m sorry Jared, but this is too good.” Zoe said, throwing her head back with laughter.

“I hate you all.” Jared said before marching off, his face bright red. We all laughed louder, and I wiped away a tear.

“He’s such a softie.” Zoe muttered, still snickering. I let out a sigh and suddenly felt Y/N slip her hand into mine.

“How would you feel about maybe coming back here some time? Just the two of us?” Y/N asked, her voice a little shaky.

I gently squeezed her hand, and laced my fingers with hers. “I’m down if you are.”

Flufflet #7 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Last flufflet (for now)! Hope you’ve been enjoying them!

Going off of “sack of potatoes,” inspired by a convo with @clockadile, featuring Captain Cobra Swan and the CS baby–

It had been Henry’s fault.

Thanks to him, Emma had gotten addicted playing video games during her pregnancy, and her favorite had been Portal. So when Halloween rolled around, and the invitation to Regina’s costume-mandatory party came in the mail, she excitedly began putting together her Chel costume.

It had required Henry’s replica portal gun, which she’d gotten him for his birthday after he’d begged for one. So when she went upstairs to ask him if she could borrow it, she had to explain why, and he got really excited.

“We should come up with a theme!” he’d said.

“What, video game characters? But you were Link last year.”

“No, not video game characters. Potatoes.”

“Potatoes?” The hell?

“Yeah, you’re doing Portal 2 for your costume, right?” She’d nodded. “So, stick a potato on the portal gun!”

“Well, what are you going to be?” she’d asked. “And what’s Killian gonna do?”

“I’ll help him.”

“Kid, you remember what happened last time you helped Killian dress up for Halloween.” There had been a misinterpretation the one and only time Killian had ever attempted to dress up for the holiday. He’d gone with the other meaning of “dress up,” which had resulted in him wearing a three piece suit.

And Henry had been the one to help him; he’d insisted up and down that it had totally been a mistake, but Emma didn’t buy it. It had been pretty embarrassing, too, although Henry didn’t know that Emma had been under the impression that Killian was planning to dress up as Han Solo, so she’d shown up in the gold Leia bikini under a trench coat.

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen this time, I promise.”

“Good, because he was embarrassed about that, and you know how much he hates messing up when it comes to fitting in here.”

“I said I promise.”

She shouldn’t have believed him.

On the afternoon of the party, she was all set to go. She had on her costume, complete with homemade long-fall boots (okay, so she used a tiny bit of magic to make those). Hazel had on her cute little Space Core helmet, which August helped make. She was in the process of trying to keep the potato from falling off the portal gun when Henry scampered down the stairs in his Samwise Gamgee costume.

“Wow, Mom, you look great!”

“Thanks, kid. Have you been practicing your potato rant?”

“‘Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew,’“ he said proudly. He went up to Hazel and gave her a big kiss. “Do you wanna go to space?” he asked. “Gonna go to space? Space?”

“Aiming for that to be her first word?”

He laughed. “Nah.”

“Where’s Killian?”

“He’s in the garage.”


“He won’t be able to walk down the stairs in his costume, so I’m gonna help him get it on there.”

“The hell is he dressing up as?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Henry said, slightly evilly, before scampering out the door. Uh-oh.

But Hazel was starting to fuss. She gave up on the potato for the time being, pulled off the Space Core helmet, and brought Hazel over to the couch. She was still in the middle of breastfeeding when she heard a bit of a commotion outside. Through the door, she could hear Henry almost coaxing Killian along, probably trying to help him up the front steps.

And then the door opened, and Killian awkwardly stepped through.

Emma burst out laughing, and his face immediately went dark. “I knew it,” he said angrily. “I knew this was another one of his pranks. Bloody hell, Emma, tell me it’s not so bad.”

“Oh my god,” she said. She had to calm down; she was laughing so hard, Hazel was having trouble latching. “Oh god, there’s an episode of Friends we haven’t gotten to yet, and that’s Ross’ costume.”

“No.” Ross was his least favorite character. “Please tell me you’re lying.”

“And he shows up at a Halloween party wearing that, and it’s like … this big potato pun–you wouldn’t get it.” She was ruining her eyeliner from laughing so hard. “Henry, get in here!”

“He’s already gone,” he said miserably. “He said he’d meet us at Regina’s.”

“I have an idea,” she said. “I just need to put Hazel down so I can get you out of that abomination.”

When they arrived at Regina’s, Henry was visibly disappointed that they’d found a way out of his prank, and then mildly confused. “I don’t get it,” he said, staring at Killian, whose costume now consisted of a beret, an apron, and a the little egg frying pan Zelena had gotten them as a housewarming gift back in the day (it was small enough to fit into the pocket of the apron, so Killian could free up his hand when he needed to).

“I’m a French fry,” Killian said proudly. “And you should beware.”

“Why’s that?”

Killian leaned in and whispered, almost too quietly for Emma to overhear: “I’ve been known to be rather single-minded about getting revenge.”

Filming : Oli White Smut


(basically y/n and oli are supposed to be filming but they get other ideas)

“Is it all set up?” You asked, walking into Oli’s office/filming space.

“Yeah, I think you might have to sit on my lap for some of it though because I can’t fit both of us in.” He explained.

You and Oli had been dating for a while now, so it’s not like you would be uncomfortable on his lap. It was Oli’s idea for you both to film a video playing this new game Oli was obsessed with.

Sitting down in the chair next to Oli, you saw what he meant. The camera didn’t fit the both of you in the shot.

“OK, just do the intro and when we start playing i’ll sit on your lap.” You agreed, nodding.

“OK,” He turned to the camera. “What is up people? How’s it going? Today i’m joined with Y/N! And basically i’m going to show her a few of the new games that are out and see how she does.”

“Oh, by the way guys I have never played any of these games before so i’m gonna be terrible.” You said into the camera, leaning into Oli.

“Yeah, she has no idea what games I have picked.” Oli clarified. “So, you ready?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, grabbing the remote.

When Oli set the game up, you shuffled onto his lap and started to play. The game was quite hard and you didn’t really know what you were doing.

“Oh my god!” You complained as you died again.

“Oh my god, you’re so bad!” Oli laughed.

“Right, i’m going to do it this time.” You told him, moving so you could concentrate.

“Stop moving so much.” Oli whispered in your ear, grabbing your hips to stop you.

You soon realised what the problem was and did it again, teasing him.

“Y/N, stop.” Oli warned.

“I’m not doing anything, Oli, just playing the game.” you said innocently.

When you died again, you sighed and grinded against Oli once again, causing a groan to leave his lips.

You could feel Oli getting hard from the contact. You had forgotten you were filming as you turned around a pressed your lips to his. Within seconds, Oli picked you up, your legs around his waist. He carried on kissing you until he reached the bedroom, putting you down on his bed.

“You shouldn’t tease me, Y/N, its naughty.” Oli growled, undoing the buttons on your shirt. You tugged at his shirt when yours was finally off, signalling that you want his gone too. Oli got the message quickly as he pulled his t shirt up, over his head before throwing it to the floor.

“Oli.” You moaned as his lips went to your neck, sucking at your sweet spot and leaving marks.

Oli’s lips trailed down your neck, your collar bones, your valley in between your breasts, your stomach and before he could get further, he quickly removed your jeans and underwear.

Oli started kissing your thighs, sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

“Oli, I need you!” You whined, making Oli chuckle at how desperate you were.

Oli quickly got rid of his jeans and boxers, kissing you in a rushed manner.

As he kissed you, you felt him push into you. Because you and Oli have been together for a while, you were on the pill. It made it a lot easier for when you wanted to sleep together.

Your moans and groans echoed throughout Oli’s bedroom as he moved in and out of you, his lips leaving sweet kisses all over you neck and lips.

“I. Love. You.” Oli mumbled into your ear between thrusts.

“I love you too, baby.” You replied, lacing your fingers in his soft hair.

You wrapped your legs around Oli’s waist to allow him to go deeper. The pleasure was insane and you lost your breath, gripping onto Oli in every way possible.

Oli was so good at sex that it didn’t take wither of you very long to reach your high. Oli said that because you no longer use a condom, he can feel all of you and that is enough for him to finish within seconds.

“I’m close, Oli.” You told him, bringing your lips to his. You felt him moan against your lips and felt him climax inside of you, a feeling that you loved.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, finishing with him, dragging your nails down his back in pleasure.

“We’re supposed to be filming.” Oli laughed, resting his forehead against yours.

I found this tidbit while going through my old writing. Don’t exactly know what I had planned, but I’m not going to finish it so I’m just going to post it as is. Not going to be too grammatically correct as I’m just transferring.

Germany grabbed America’s face between his hands to make sure they made eye contact. He had to get it through the idiot’s head he deserved to be loved.

“I can’t tell you who to date or not, but you need to look at the person and make sure they understand how wonderful you are. They need to notice the little things about you: your slightly crooked canine, the 63 freckles on your face-143 if you count the ones of your shoulders-, you’re constantly mouthing words and I don’t know if you’re singing but it’s endearing, you dance around all the time- sometimes you just bop your head to some tune for an entire meeting-, you lick your lips every single time you go to speak, and so much more! If the person you love doesn’t see those things and think they’re cute and adorable and perfect, then I don’t think they’re the right person for you.”

Germany leaned in closer, just doing his best to make sure America remained focused on what he was saying.

“As nations we do so much wrong, every day probably we make mistakes. But I want you to end up with someone who, despite what you’ve done, sees you as a dork with -oh my god- with literal stars in his eyes who laughs so hard at his own jokes he gives himself a headache. And that smile, that one you have right now! It’s lopsided and small and not like your other smiles, and I have no idea what’s going on in your head, but I see it an I want to smile too.”

anonymous asked:

My favorite player is Zach Werenski. I met Zach for the first time two years ago when he won the Calder Cup & he argued with my then 6 year old sister over OSU/UM, and when he tried to walk away I grabbed his arm (oh my god it was such a good feeling you have no idea) and he was like "Ooh, handsy!" and raised his eyebrows and I laughed so hard. I've met him a few times since then and he's just such a sweet & funny person. On top of that, his play is beyond stellar, give him the Calder pleaseeee.

Hahahha that’s fabulous!!! 

The Date Night He Asked For

[One Night Too Many Series]

You glanced back down at your phone as your brother’s words swam inside your brain but as you were remembered of the horrible responses you’ve been getting from Kiseok. You tugged the pillow underneath your elbow closer towards you, muttering curses at how stupid he was being. You had tried to call him from time to time or event text him. It was infuriating because he answer every single call of yours but his answers were always brash and after a week of short and curt answers; your ego was severely bruised.

You quickly stumbled out of your seat when your phone suddenly rang and as you grabbed your phone and looked at the caller ID. You sighed out loud in pure disappointment. “What do you want?” you asked your friend as soon as you answered the phone.

“Well glad you’re so happy to hear from me.”

You didn’t even bother playing along as you dismissed her sarcastic tone. “What do you want?”

“Just checking on you. You want to go out tonight?”


“Oh come on-”

“Is that all?” you asked curtly not really in the mood for a lecture. There were only three things that she would talk of if you ever went out with her; Kiseok, your ex-boyfriend or your job.

All were your Achilles heel for now.

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planet-holland  asked:

GIRL CONGRATS ON 2k!!!!! for your celebration could you please do the song Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood (I adore that song!!)

- listen here -
Rooftops with Peter

  • He would have brought you up there to show you the view of the city at dusk
  • The whole landscape would just be glowing lights against a dark, dusty purple sky
  • “Do you like it?”
  • A nervous, goofy smile
  • Peter, I love it
  • You guys would stand there for a while just looking out over the side
  • His arms wrapped around you from behind
  • He’d mumble little jokes over your shoulder and you’d laugh so hard and just pull him closer
  • my he a rt

Thank you so mucH!! And oh my god you have no idea how giddy I got when I saw this I have this song on multiple playlists of mine asdjfhaksd it just gives me dusty purple vibes idfk that makes no sense but woah it’s overwhelming

2K CELEBRATIONSend me a song and I’ll give you a Parker scenario + short headcanon list to match!

rainykoalabear  asked:

I just found your art and it's so good! Seriously, you are now one of the people I will go to for inspiration :) (I hope that's ok!) Also I just saw the Reinhardt and Symmetra outfit swap, and I'm laughing so hard! They both absolutely rock it

Oh thank you, sweets! 

It makes me so happy knowing that people find inspiration in my art, since I find it in so many other artists as well. It’s an honour to be considered an artist of that calibre, seriously. Thank you <3 

au ideas: embarrassing dork edition
  • You’re a bartender and I’m the last customer on a Thursday night and I’ve been shamelessly flirting with you for the last 2 hours and the world is very blurry right now but you’re like a lovely grounding beacon of light and I totally said that out loud, didn’t I?
  • It’s 3am our B&B’s communal kitchen and whilst I admire your persistence in baking an army of cupcakes, you don’t seem to be very good at it. Also I really don’t want to get a fire extinguisher

  • You’re the curator of a modern art gallery and I just sat on a stool that I didn’t know to be an installation worth more than my right leg

  • I’m at a christmas function with work, and I’m outright insulting the decor to everyone I meet. Turns out it’s your house, and I’m only slightly sorry because who in their right mind has curtains that colour.. wait your Grandma made them oh no 

  • You’re the cute customer that always buys the same coffee each day, and I’m the barista who doodles on your coffee cup but I accidentally gave you the wrong order in rush hour and turns out you’re highly allergic to nuts oh god im so sorry

  • I’m the history student who slammed into you with 5 textbooks and I think I accidentally picked up your thesis and I’m sorry I made you miss the draft deadline but it’s really, really good writing!!

  • I’m waiting for the next train with my headphones blaring music & I’ve just turned around to see you on your knees with guitar and tears down your face and looking at me to answer. I’m so sorry I have no idea who you are and I think I just missed my own mistaken marriage proposal & I’m so sorry for you

  • I’m the new student in your dance class, and because we have an odd number, you have to do all the demonstrations with me and I’ve just landed really heavily on your toes and I might not know dance, but I do know that crunch sound was not good..

  • I’m a training nurse in A&E, and you’re sitting on a bench sobbing, and after a good hour of offering comfort, turns out you accidentally sat on your brother’s finger and sprained it, and now we both feel a little silly

  • I’m dressed as half an OTP at comic-con, you’re the other half, and we keep running into each other around the stalls and we keep getting asked to kiss which would be totally fine if you weren’t the most attractive person I’ve ever laid eyes on

  • I’m the Keeper in the Quidditch National Final, and you’re the commentator who keeps flirting with me over the microphone so in half-time I go up to the commentator’s booth to ask you out but it turns out the cameras were still running and the entire nation just saw us make out oh no

  • I’m your biggest competition in the Great British Bake Off and there’s no way I’m letting you get all the praise from Mary Berry so I’m spiking all my cakes with rum, how do you like them apples? Wait… we’ve used the same recipe… the producers are going to love this - let’s get Mary Berry tipsy

  • I’m a primary school teacher and you’re the OFSTED inspector I flirted with at the bar last weekend whilst trash-talking my job oh my god what have I done

  • I’m a journalist covering the local dance show, and you’re one of the lead dancers but you’re gorgeous and I’ve fluffed all my questions and in my embarassed haste to leave I step on your pointe shoes and you don’t have a spare pair & I’ve ruined the show tonight oh dear 

  • You’re talking about Game of Thrones with your friend on the bus, and I’m in the seat behind you, dying inside, because I haven’t caught up yet and what do you mean Jon Snow might be dead
    Alternatively, I’m smug as you like because I’m reading the final few pages of Dance with Dragons and you have no idea how wrong you are

  • I’m late for a meeting as I leg it through the park, and I’ve just collided straight into you and your child & I’m buying you apology replacement ice-cream

  • We’re at a festival parade and your lovely homemade flowercrown is shedding flowers, so I’m picking them up to return them to you at the next corner

  • I’m working the graveyard shift at a corner shop & I’m highly amused by the bedraggled customer buying frozen onion rings, bubble bath, half a basket of chocolate, matches, and the 50 Shades of Grey paperback - I admire your eclectic taste

  • I’m buying the weirdest stuff at past midnight in the local shop, and you’re the cute cashier whom I recognise from my English class oh my god why

  • I’m on the subway with 3 huge canvases of art that I’m submitting to the local gallery and you’ve fallen asleep against one but this is my stop

  • I’m the tired retail worker & you’re the cute customer I’ve been flirting with for a while and I made you laugh so hard you knocked over a display at the end of the isle & now you have to buy 30 dented cans of sliced peaches and your blush is just the cutest

theoriginalfamousfremus  asked:

My birthday is Nov. 6, and my favorite trope is lovable doofus Peeta & clueless nerdy Katniss. T or M rating; no need for crazy smut, just sweet sweet Everlark kisses is fine. Thanks!😘🤓

Originally posted by bojackhorseman

Wishing you a wonderful birthday @theoriginalfamousfremus! This cute little Everlark drabble was crafted for you especially by @burkygirl. Enjoy!


Rated M

By @burkygirl

A/N: Happy birthday!! I hope you have a great day and this story tickles your funny bone the way it’s supposed to. Thanks to @peetabreadgirl and @xerxia31 for pre-reading and egging me Johanna-style when I wondered whether Everlarking a real life story I’d told them would be a good response to your prompt. No one was ever more nerdy or goofy than the hubs and me back in the day. The moral of this story: drinking vodka coolers on a Saturday night with your fangirl friends inevitably leads to oversharing. And the creation of penis puns.


Katniss curls her leg over Peeta’s and contentedly settles her head on his chest. His heartbeat is pounding in time with her own. She smiles smugly, her fingers tracing lazy circles in the downy hair on his breast bone.

She peers up at her boyfriend, who has flung his free arm over his eyes. All she can see of his handsome face is the strong line of his jaw, peppered by a golden stubble. He never bothers to shave on his days off, partly to give his skin a break, but mostly to make his mother crazy. Katniss doesn’t care. The way it scrapes on her inner thighs makes her crazy in a completely different way.

“I can hear your heartbeat.”

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if you were married to DK....
  • he’d be the one to wake you up in the morning 
  • “jagiyaaaaaa wake up let’s make breakfast!!!!”
  • and if that didn’t work he’d sing you random songs to get you to wake up
  • he’d get you laughing at the most random things like he hates seeing you sad so he’d do everything in his power to make you happy
  • “seokmin that’s not even remotely funny but i have no idea how you’re making me laugh this hard oh My gOD”
  • the two of you would make household chores fun and by the time you’re done both of you are laughing so much plus the house is clean so really it’s a win-win situation
  • despite his busy work schedule he’d still find time to send you cute texts like “hi how are you??? i hope you’re smiling right now because if you aren’t then i’ll come there myself to cheer you up”
  • he’d force you to jog with him in the morning and he’d promise to take you to this cute breakfast place right after as a reward
  • you’d be that couple that acts like best friends like he’d make a really corny joke and you’d laugh sarcastically before throwing a crumpled piece of paper or something at him
  • he’d surprise you with flowers and other cute stuff like maybe your favorite chocolate because he’s romantic like that
  • he’d snap photos of you cooking or maybe driving and he’d upload it on his sns with captions like “beautiful without even trying” omG
  • he’d try to teach your child to say ‘appa’ and he’d be so cute doing it like he’d bounce your kid on his thigh and be like “come on say appa, AH-PPA”
  • but your baby would just giggle and seokmin would be like “oh well at least i tried”
  • imagine him making airplane noises whenever he feeds your child IM DEAD
  • you’d all wear matching santa hats during christmas and you’d take cute family pictures and seokmin would show the pictures to other people and they’d be like “aw what a cute family”
  • “i love yooouuuuu”
  • “i love you too seokmin~”

Timewave is so funny, oh my god. I haven’t laughed this hard at a Red Dwarf episode since Can of Worms I think. When Rimmer looks at Kryten and says, “You’re weird” I lost it. The way he said it was so funny to me. I have no idea if anyone else feels the same way I do but nobody else has to.

anonymous asked:


I know exactly what Feminism was, and has turned in to, that’s why i’m against it.


Watch along of Little Witch Academia episode 5 part 2 (of 3): “A Battle of Science and Magic”

1. Fuck yeah, automation! Show those old hags at you don’t need a sorcerer’s stone if you have the power of TECHNOLOGY!

2. That is a weird looking moon…has it always been like that this whole series?

3 & 4. Oh my god, gadget girl is fucking amazing. I’m laughing so hard seeing a witch using guns lmao

5. So dragons use computers but witches don’t? Wow, didn’t expect the dragons to be the more advanced ones here…

6. WHY DOES THE SCHOOL OWE MONEY TO A DRAGON? Who thought it’d be a good idea to borrow money from a dragon for fuck’s sake!?

7. Lmao, a dragon invesing in stocks!? 

8. I mean, technically he’s right. You borrow money, you gotta pay it back. That’s just how it works.

9. A thousand years old debt!? Jesus, how much money did they borrow!?

10. How did you not know there was a contract!? Did you just keep paying it off without even knowing if the debt was actually real in the first place? No wonder Luna Nuva has financial troubles, you’re putting way too much trust others.

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas
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Fandom: Supernatural

Character(s): Crowley, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Prompt: imagine after a drunken night in Vegas you wake up and find you’re married to Crowley.

You awoke with your head pounding and your face smashed into the pillow.

You groaned and blinked rapidly to let your eyes adjust to the lights, which seemed far too bright.  It took a bit of effort to roll over onto your back with your eyes shut against the light, but you made it and stretched.  You could feel the tangles in your usually straight (h/c) hair and sighed deeply; it would take at least an hour to wash them out.

You turned your head to the side and cracked your (e/c) eyes open, then froze.

You had been monumentally drunk last night, that much was clear, but you had not expected to find a person in the bed next to you.  They were sleeping on their side so you couldn’t tell who they were, not that you’d remember them if you’d met them last night.

You raised your left hand to rub your eyes, probably smudging your leftover mascara, and felt something cold and metal on your skin.  Your eyes flew open and, to your horror, landed on a ring.  And not just any ring, a wedding ring.  The band was gold and there was a large black diamond in the center flanked by three or four small rubies on each side.

You had gotten drunk and gotten married?  That only happened in Vegas.

Wait, you were in Vegas.  It was all coming back in bits and pieces.  The motel where you had checked in with your brothers, Sam and Dean, the day before and the cocktail dress that you had worn to the bar.  There had been a case that you were working, but you couldn’t remember what it was.  You started to freak out a bit, wondering more about where your brothers were and not about who the man next to you was.

You slid from the bed, horrified to see that you were still in your cocktail dress and that it had been wholly ruined from the past nights activities.

You staggered to your purse and pulled your phone from it, dialing one of Dean’s many numbers and waiting anxiously for him to pick up.

A deep and gravelly voice said, “Hello?”

You sighed, “Cas!  Is Dean there, I really need to talk to him?”

There was a flurry of movement from the other end of the phone, and then Dean’s voice, “(Y/N?)  Where have you been?”

You bit your lip, “Dean I, uh, got really drunk last night.”

Your oldest brother chuckled, “Yeah no kidding, you rode a shopping cart down the street while Cas stole a lawn flamingo.”

You massaged the bridge of your nose, “Well, it seems that I did something worse.”

Sam’s voice came through the receiver, “You stole a wheelchair from a hospital, strapped Cas to it and pushed him in the pool.”

You groaned, “I got married.”

The thunderous laughter from your brothers was so loud that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

Dean giggled, “Oh my god.  (Y/N), I haven’t even done that.”

Sam was trying hard not to laugh again, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

You glanced back at the bed, where the sleeping man was nowhere to be found, “Um, I’ll have to get back to you on that.  Please come and pick me up, I have no idea where I am.”

Sam called from the background, “i just activated the GPS tracker on your phone.  Woah, you’re way out.  Hold tight we’ll be there soon.”

You snapped the phone shut and turned back to the room, and your heart fell.

Seated in a heart shaped chair behind you was a man in an all black tuxedo, with green eyes and a strong jaw.  “Oh god.”

He sipped a glass of scotch, “Please don’t bring him into this.”

You nearly growled, “Crowley.  Of all the people I could have married it had to be you.”

He shot back, “You know you love it, darling.”

You cringed, “Demon’s don’t get drunk.  Did you know what I was doing?”

Crowley nodded slightly, “I thought it would be amusing to see how far you went after three margaritas, a cosmopolitan, four shots and a martini.”

Your eyes widened, “Wow, is it even possible to consume that much alcohol?”

Crowley gestured at you, as if to let you know that you were still breathing and had drunk more alcohol than they had in a hotel bar.

You narrowed your eyes again, “Wait a sec, you aren’t getting off that easy.  You knew that I wasn’t in my right mind when you married me.  Isn’t that illegal or something?”

Crowley drained the scotch from the glass, “Well, in human marriages yes.  But, when the priest is a demon, all witnesses are demons and the groom is the King of Hell, the rules blur just a bit.”

You thought of grinding out a nice insult, but thought better of it when something more pressing came to mind, “Did we, uh,” you jerked a thumb towards the bed which was a mess of sheets and comforters and feathers from pillows.

Crowley cocked an eyebrow, “Well, you tell me.  Can you walk straight?”

You took a few experimental steps, “Yes.”

He grinned, “You really think that I would take advantage of an innocent during a time when they weren’t in their right mind?”

You shrugged, “That kind of sounds like a crossroads deal.”

He was about to scoff and roll his eyes when there was a knock on the door to the suite and you rushed to open it, revealing Sam (who immediately glanced at you to check if you were alright) and Dean (who immediately looked at the bed and raised his eyebrows at the scattered bedding).

You smiled tightly at them, “Alright, before I let you in, I just want you to know that I’m alright and he didn’t hurt me so please don’t hurt him.”

Dean swaggered into the room, “Please?  Why would we hurt a random…guy.”

Two pairs of Winchester eyes widened as they took in Crowley.

The next twenty minutes were spent in a blur as Dean picked up items from around the room to throw at the demon, Sam threatened him with his demon killing blade, Crowley raised his voice so loud that Cas could probably hear in heaven and you acted as a peace keeping agent.

When you finally had each of them sitting in their own corners of the room, you placated, “Look, we can get the marriage annulled when we go down to breakfast and put this all behind us.  Dean, despite how messed up the bed looks, Crowley didn’t touch me.  Sam, please put that knife away, there’s no need for it now.  And Crowley,”

He fixed you with what he probably thought was a loving stare, “Yes, (y/n)?”

You smirked at him, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

fandom-trash224  asked:

I just had a thought. Like, what if, in an attempt to find out more about the OGs, the other AUs arrange a movie night, where they watch a bunch of AH videos. By the end of the night everybody is laughing and having a good time and nothing hurts (I was the anon with the whole forgetting thing and I wanted to make a happy idea to counteract that)


Imagine the commentary they would make on the videos though.

“You guys are bullying me so hard, I’m supposed to be the boss for fucks sake”

“So the Rays of every universe kick ass at games then”

“Oh my god Ryan, is that what your laugh sounds like?  That is adorable.”