one time i saw a squirrel

lil things i love about firebringer

this accidentally became rly long. lmao sorry

• molag’s turtle shell shoulder pads

• when they go to use a modern-day idiom but they stop halfway through because a word in the idiom wasn’t a word yet (“i don’t wanna be around when the shit hits the … i don’t even know what”)

• tiblyn bowing down and dancing & stuff with her arms still in the air

• “keeri JUST invented dancing”

• EMBERLY’S HAIR that must have taken forever to brush out

• chorn can only SAY chorn but it can SING other words

• “it’s not yet been scientifically proven how big the turtle we live on top of really is”

• jemilla’s freakout when she finds out the duck isn’t a god

• keeri just fucken gnawing on a rock in the background

• meredith cutting off the band to change them to another musical theme

• keeri copying zazzalil’s movements


• at the end of welcome to the stone age “chorn!” “ha, yes!”

• “it’s happening!!” “what a lion is befriending a little baby pig and now they’re hanging out ??”

• schwoopsie’s squirrel tie and dandelion microphone

• emberly’s really frantic body motions all the time she literally can’t calm down

• “you know how sometimes there’ll be a pack of coyotes feasting on a rabbit, and there’s one small coyote who’s being kept from the meal?” “yeah,” “I’m like the rabbit”


• ducker’s face when tiblyn puts her arms down and the sky doesn’t fall

• “she is the spirit of the river! i know this because i saw her standing by a river once”

• “don’t be mean to lauren!”

• smelly balls dancing alone onstage at the beginning of the night belongs to snarl

• sexual tension between keeri and zazzalil JESUS



• the “light that flame” sequence

• the one guy in the band who has two vital lines in the show “time is frozen now” and “did you see that spark upon the wall”

• when smelly balls looks at the flame and says “what is that, a man?”

• in the night belongs to us when jemilla sings “I” while the tribe sings “we”

• choreography in climate change omg omg

• lauren’s super sassy flirty dancing throughout the whole show

• keeri’s supreme love of animals

• jemilla & zazzalil’s two completely different reactions to clark wrapping his arms around them

• “it’s grunt to see you too, grant!!”

• the slide noise when grunt holds up his self portrait

• when grunt asks emberly if he can paint her and it’s the most pure thing in the whole world wtf

• emberly’s lil dance in paint me aw

• “we TRUSTED YOU ZAZZALIL!!!” “who the fuck are you?”

• chorn & smelly balls brotp for life

• “emberly, you just shat out a fire.”

• “well, well, well, look who was wrong!!!”

• clark preaching from the band

• the whole song “together” jfc sorry it’s so gay & pure and i love everything about it

• ba-dum ch everytime schwoopsie says her own name

• when they’re petting snarl and the band starts playing the night belongs to snarl but in a major key

• snarl saying “tell my wife trunkell i love her” as he dies

• chorn’s weird body suit

• how much do u wanna bet they were having a “who can make the ugliest face” contest when chorn taps their foreheads. lauren & brian won


• those high notes jamie hits in chorn!!! get it!!!

• jemilla’s line “they need you as much as me” which could be interpreted as “they need you as much as they need me” or “they need you as much as i need you”

• jemilla & zazzalil proposing at the same time and then ducker marrying them seconds later

Made of skin and bones

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, some nudism?

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end

A/N: I’m really sorry for the delay but sometimes life happens and I didn’t had so much time thos past days, hoppefully I’ll update sooner the next chapter. Thank you so much everyone! :)

1.Wolves   2.Chess

3. Holy water

Your steps and Steve’s are the only sound breaking the solemn silence of the royal hall. He has tried to stablish a cordial conversation with you but you are just focused on his previous words.

“We have to prepare you for your wedding”

Well, damn, you had totally forgotten about your part of the deal. You are about to get married, and with a stranger. 

- Are you okay? - Steve asks you softly

- Yes… - he doesn’t believe it, you neither

Before he can keep persuading you a tall young woman crosses paths with you and Steve, her eyes blown open when she looks at you

- Sila, what a happy coincidence - Steve greets her

- Sir - with a serene smile she bows at him

- We were searching for you

- Hi - you salute the, now you can sense, omega

- Hello - she then looks at you, and you feel like she knows you from somewhere else, and she doesn’t like you

- Well, Sila, this is Y/N, Y/N, Sila - Steve introduces you - She will be the one who will help you with the wedding arrangemetns and to understand the traditions

- Oh thank you - you breathe relieved knowing that you will be acompanied by a woman in those times of  unrest, and even better if she is an omega

- Sure, Sir - she nods at Steve - Please follow me 

Without even looking at you she starts walking undoing the path she just made, you wave at Steve and follow the graceful woman. The air between you doesn’t incite a conversation so you dedicate the time to observe the majestic rooms by which the woman leads you. When you cross one specially decorated with large windows you can’t help but staring at the sunny day outside and at the beautiful clear lake that peeks among the trees near the palace, you make a mental note to visit that beautiful place sometime.

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The Emperor’s New Groove - sentence starters

1. “Is there anything on this menu that isn’t swimming in gravy?” 

2. “For the last time, it wasn’t a kiss!” 

3. “No touchy.” 

4. “Why do we even have that lever?” 

5. “Yeah, he doesn’t really want to talk to you.” 

6. “Don’t listen to that guy. He’s trying to lead you down the of righteousness. I’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks!” 

7. “Excellent. A few drops in his/her drink, then I’ll propose a toast, and s/he’ll be dead before dessert.” 

8. “Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall.” 

9. “Are you talking to that squirrel?” 

10. “Oh, it wasn’t the first time I was tossed out a window, and it won’t be the last. What can I say? I’m a rebel.” 

11. “By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.” 

12. “Who are you kidding, pal? They saw the whole thing. They know what happened.” 

13. “Bless you for coming out in public.” 

14. “Maybe I’m just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards, wouldn’t you say?”

15. “When will you learn that all my ideas are good ones?” 

16. “Well, s/he’s not as dead as we would have hoped.” 

17. “I had a dream that ___ was tied to a log and was careening out of control down a raging river of death!”

18: “Well in my dream, ___ had to kiss a llama.”  

19. “If you really thought about it, you’d decide to build your home on a different hilltop.” 

20. “So, remind me again how you’re related to ____?” 

21. “I was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but oh you proved me wrong.” 

22. “You know, it’s a good thing you’re not a big, fat guy, or this would be really difficult.”

23. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.” 

24. “You just saved my life.”

25. “What are the chances of you carrying me?” 

26. “Well then I’ll bet you weren’t expecting… this!” 

27. “Well, I had a great time. Let’s not wait until the next family reunion to get together.” 

28. “Okay, so maybe I haven’t been as nice as I should have been, but do you really want to kill me?” 

29. “Hey, I’ve been turned into a cow. Can I go home?” 

30. “For the last time, I/we did not order a giant trampoline!”

31. “Fine. I don’t need you. I can find my own way back.” 

32. “Why did I risk my life for a selfish brat like you?” 

Daffodils (Elucien)

AN: Yeah, so, I headcanon that when Tamlin dies, the power passes to Lucien and he becomes High Lord of the Spring Court. Why, you say? Not because I think Lucien would be a good High Lord (not that he’d be bad!) but because ELAIN IS PERFECT FOR THE SPRING COURT. So yeah. And yes, I know, I will be posting Across the Stars (which you should all check out!) today, but I got excited about this one first. This is dedicated to the other two Night Court Queens @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites!!! Enjoy!!! (Also, I’d like to say that this is NOT where I thought this fic was gonna go, but I’m so glad it did!)

“Sit still, my goodness!” Elain frowned as Lucien, once again, shifted uncomfortably in her lap and yanked the stem off of one of the daffodils in his hair. She threw the ruined flower back down in the sun-warmed grass.

Lucien grunted. “You’re taking too long.”

“I’m almost done,” she replied, wrapping the stem of the bright yellow flower around a long strand of his hair. “I would have been done fifteen minutes ago if you hadn’t crushed all the petals in my lap.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Lucien’s chest. He plucked a blade of grass and examined it idly. “I do not regret that.”

Elain’s cheeks colored rose. She pressed her lips into a thin line and focused on the flower in her hand.

Lucien resisted the urge to twist around and look up at her. The only thing that kept him still and staring at the cloudless spring sky was the fact that he might ruin his mate’s loving handiwork—even if he didn’t particularly want daffodils strung in his hair. “Do you regret it?”

Her hands stilled for a moment in his hair, and for a split second, his heart grew wings and whirled in a fluttering panic. But her hands resumed their work and she cleared her throat delicately. “Not at all.”

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One Track Mind
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • John: *sitting in his chair, tapping his leg; bored*
  • Rosamund: *colouring; looks up* What's wrong, Daddy?
  • John: *raises an eyebrow* Have you noticed lately...your Uncle manages to make every conversation about your Aunt?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Really?
  • John: *nods* Watch *clears his throat; leans around his chair* hey, Sherlock? What time is that client due?
  • Sherlock: *still looking through the microscope* Four thirty. Half an hour before my wife's shift ends.
  • John: *gestures*
  • Rosamund: *happily* Ooh, lemme try *excited* Uncle Sherlock, on the way home from school, I saw a squirrel and- and it runned up a tree!
  • Sherlock: *looks up; smiles* That's nice.
  • Rosamund: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *softly* Molly likes to feed the squirrels. We go to the park especially *goes back to work*
  • Rosmund: *grins at her dad* That's love, bitch.
  • John: ...
  • Rosamund: *goes back to colouring*
Fake Girlfriend 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: So many of you demanded more of this! I’m sorry for always making you wait a week. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by shinyphan

Soon Y/N fell asleep next to me and I couldn’t stop myself from catching a quick glimpse of her peaceful face. My lips still prickled and my cheeks were still hot. I never thought a simple kiss could affect me that much. I wondered if she felt that spark too. I caught myself recreating the kiss in my mind and started shaking my head in disbelief and shock. What was I thinking? We never got along. We didn’t like each other. And now I was having troubles sleeping because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Breakfast is ready, lovebirds!” Aunt Sarah shouted seconds later, waking us up. Y/N yawned and ruffled through her messy hair. Her cuteness almost made me weak.

“Morning, Dan.” She said while climbing out of bed to get dressed. It was probably the first time she called me ‘Dan’ instead of ‘Howell’ and that filled me with a little feeling of excitement although it most probably didn’t mean anything.

We went downstairs to the dining room and this time we weren’t the last ones to arrive. Only Aunt Sarah and her fiancé Robert were seated at the table. The food they had prepared looked as delicious as always.

“How did you sleep, honey?” My aunt asked Y/N as soon as she sat down opposite her.

“Like a baby. I’ve never slept in a bed that’s more comfortable.” She laughed.

Before uncle Robert could finish his newspaper Harry and his sister entered the room, wishing everybody a good morning. Harry smiled at Y/N and walked over to sit on the empty chair next to her. He had the fucking audacity after what he said to me yesterday in the kitchen.

“I’m wondering how you can look so fresh and beautiful this early. What’s your secret?” Harry asked Y/N with a friendly smile loud enough for me to hear. I felt the blood rush to my head in anger. She just shrugged it off with now pink cheeks. My hands underneath the table turned to fists. He told her exactly what I thought when I woke up next to her, but I wasn’t brave enough to actually speak my mind. I was aware of the fact that she wasn’t really my girlfriend, but Harry didn’t know that and he was still flirting with her in front of my eyes. I wanted to rip his stupid head off. I think I had never eaten breakfast with so much aggression before. I nearly knocked over my cup of tea, I crushed my toast and just angrily scoffed my food in silence.

“Dan, darling, are you okay?” My auntie wanted to know, worried about me since everybody seemed to notice the negative energy that I was radiating.

“I’m just not a morning person.” I mumbled while shrugging my shoulders. As I was about to return my attention to the food in front of me I felt Y/N’s hand squeeze mine underneath the table. I stared at her in surprise. She just smiled and started gently running her palm down my biceps in an attempt to calm me down.

“You know that I can’t stand Harry, right?” she then whispered in my ear. When I had to grin like a fool at her words she giggled her oh so sweet giggle. The sight of her at that exact moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We just sat there in silence intensely looking at each other in what felt like speechlessness.

“So, tell me love, are you a fan of rugby? I tried to tell you yesterday that I’m on the local team and we a-“ Harry interfered, in an attempt to ruin our moment.

“Actually, I don’t like rugby at all.” Y/N admitted, shooting him an apologizing look.

“That’s exactly what Dan said every time I beat him at it.” Harry laughed with confidence, happy now that he had found a way to embarrass me.

But Y/N didn’t give him the satisfaction. “Well, I’m not the sportiest either” she said coldly, wiping that grin off his face.

After breakfast we were about to head upstairs to our room but we were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, exiting the dining room as well. After shooting me an evil glare he added “Just the two of us.”

She shot me a sceptical look before she followed Harry to the kitchen. I just stood at the bottom of the stairs trying to make out what they were talking about, but I only heard muffled sounds. Why would he have to talk to my girlfriend one on one? I got furious again waiting for them to return as I heard loud noises coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking disgusting!” I heard Y/N shout and seconds later the door opened. She stormed out of the kitchen followed by Harry. I had never seen her this angry.

“I’m sorry, please. That’s not what I meant.” He pleaded, but she wasn’t even listening to him.

She was walking straight towards me, determination in her eyes. I didn’t know what was happening, so I just stood there waiting for her to reach me. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast, although I didn’t know why. Suddenly she stopped only centimetres in front of me and in the blink of eye she forcefully crashed her lips against mine.

I was so overwhelmed by the sudden action that I didn’t kiss back at first. It wasn’t just a quick peck like yesterday, no our lips moved in sync for quite some time. The spark was back and my whole body seemed to be on fire again. My hand wandered to her cheek that felt really hot under my touch. Behind my back I heard Harry groan angrily before he quickly went to his room after what he had just witnessed. I knew he was furious and jealous and he fucking deserved it. I smiled into the kiss and enjoyed every damn second of it, longing for nothing but the sweetness of her soft lips.

We were breathless when we let go of each other. I opened my eyes again and looked at her in utter disbelief. She just kissed me!

“I- uh- you. I mean.. we?” I stuttered completely speechless. Y/N blushed but didn’t say anything. Instead we walked up to our room. I closed the door behind us and we were greeted by silence. It was simply awkward. Before we got to this place we would’ve fought and screamed at each other, now we couldn’t even talk to each other anymore. After 15 minutes of neither of us saying something I decided to break the silence.

“Can we talk about that kiss?” I carefully asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

Even if she just kissed me to make Harry jealous it still didn’t make any sense. She shouldn’t care about me or my issues with my stupid cousin.

Her eyes widened at my question and her pink cheeks made a reappearance. It was her time to stutter now. “I – just. To be honest I think I might-“ she started but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, lovebirds. We are going for a walk in the woods now. Get ready and don’t forget to wear warm clothes!” Aunt Sarah chirped without realizing that she had just ruined an important moment.

After ten minutes, we were already strolling through the snowy forest next to the mansion. The scenery looked beautiful but not as beautiful as Y/N who was wearing a beanie and had a red nose from the cold. We were comfortably chatting. It was a kind of tradition to go for a walk through the forest whenever we were over at aunt Sarah’s.

“Look, there’s a squirrel!” Y/N whisper-screamed excitedly, trying not to scare the little ball of fur.

“A squirrel?” my grandma asked. She had arrived right after breakfast and decided she was feeling well enough to join us. “Squirrels are a sign for fertility and a steamy relationship. My mother saw one right before she got pregnant with twins” Granny told Y/N and patted her back.

“Daniel, darling. You know what I am trying to say with that?” my grandma shouted over her shoulder and winked, making me swallow hard. Y/N’s cheeks were by now as red as her cold nose and she really didn’t know what to say. Why do grandparents always have to be so damn embarrassing? Granny talked to Y/N for quite some time while I had a chat with my uncle Robert.

When she could free herself from my grandma’s endless talking she quickly walked up to me.

“She asked me all kind of embarrassing questions!” Y/N told me in shock, still blushing harder than ever before.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s funny to you?” she pouted. “Why don’t you explain to your lovely grandmother that you treat me right in bed?!” she snapped, but broke out in a fit of laughter not much later.

I nearly choked on my own spit.

We both laughed and I took her hand as we continued trudging through the snow. It felt so normal to be affectionate with her now. Of course it was just to cover up my lie, right? Soon we fell behind and we couldn’t even see the others anymore.

“Dan?” Y/N asked and she stopped walking.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes?”

“About our kiss earlier.” She started, staring down at her feet.

“What about it?”

“I wasn’t acting.”

Heartbreaker, Gatekeeper

Pairing: Dean x Donna

A/N: Again - still not out of my hiatus but I found a little time tonight so here you go. An aesthetic of one of my fav pairings :D

This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this aesthetic is: Smoke and Mirrors

She knew him better than any woman he had ever been with. She knew his life. She knew his world and she saw past all his smoke and mirrors. She broke down his well constructed walls a little by a little. Slowly he let her smiles and laughter fill his life.

Hunting was Dean’s life. He never thought a woman, much less a woman like her would fit into his world. He never thought any woman could sweep him away the way that Donna did. The best thing about her was that she didn’t even know what she was doing to him. She didn’t see how intoxicatingly beautiful and how smart and tough that she was.

That was Dean’s favourite thing about her. She had broken down his walls. He was all in now. He wanted her more than anything and he told her that when he asked her to marry him. Dean would never forget the gorgeous smile that lit up her face that day or the way she beamed when she gave him her yes and he gave her his.

Now Dean’s real work began. She had allowed herself to love him but he also knew that Donna still expected him to break her heart. She still expected him to leave her for someone better, but Dean wouldn’t. He wanted to show her that there was no one better than her. There was no one more deserving of his love and he was actually the one out of her league.

There was times where Dean thought all of this was a dream, that she wasn’t real, but she was. She was more real than anything in his life and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. With Donna Winchester at his side, Dean knew there was nothing this crazy world could throw at him, he wouldn’t make it through.

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Forbidden Part 2

Parring: Arthur Pendragon x reader
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Part 1

Arthur thought about Merlin’s sister a lot for the past few days. Why he didn’t saw her earlier? Why she was so…invisible in Camelot? Nobody knows anything about her and, let me assure you, Arthur was asking everybody who he can trust. Not Lancelot, not Morgana, not Elyon, not Leon, not Percival, not even Gwaine knew something about her! It was like she didn’t even exist. Well, Merlin wasn’t even keen to talk about Y/N. Arthur’s servant pretended that nothing happened so Arthur decided he’ll take matters into his own hands.

One day he left Merlin few tough tasks so he could sneek out unnoticed.

Gaius left to help Morgana with her nightmares so Y/N should be home alone.

Arthur politely knocked on the door so he won’t scare Y/N by his sudden appearance. After a few minutes she opened the door.

Y/N was suprised when she saw her guest.

“I’m sorry, You Highness” said Y/N bowing and lowering her head. “Gaius just left. He should be in Lady Morgana’s chambers right now.”

“I’m not here to see Gaius, Y/N.”

“Oh…I believe my brother should be with you, my prince. I’m really sorry if I can not help you find him.”

“Actually, Y/N” Arthur chuckled  at the innocene in this girl voice. He was kinda impressed by her kindness and will to help him in everything he needed. It was like she wouldn’t even dreamed of him looking up to meet her. “I’m here to see you.”

“Me?” she whispered in suprise. Her wide eyes was looking at Arthur like she was expecting him to tell her it’s just a joke and in reality he’s looking for Merlin.

“Are you going to let me in?” asked Arthur a little amused by Y/N’s behaviour.

“Oh, yes, sure” she rambled under her breath. She let Arthur in and stood akwardly in the middle of the room. Y/N was speachless, she couldn’t even think straight. What Arthur Pendragon - the Prince of Camelot, The Future King - could possibly want from her - a poor girl, sister of his not so favourite servant?

Maybe he wanted to know something about Merlin? Or he was looking for her?

Y/N felt she was blushing at this sudden thought about Arthur Pendragon.

Or…he knew about her and was here to punish her for cultivate magic!

Y/N’s smile dropped suddenly which didn’t go unnoticed by Arthur. She was afraid of him and what he’ll do.

“Hey, hey, everything’s alright” he tried to came closer to her but she immidiately stepped away. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“And how could I know?” tears started to form in Y/N’s eyes. “I don’t even know you! You could have came here to kill me!”

Arthur was suprised by Y/N’s accusation. Someone must have hurt her hard in the past that she can not trust him and his pure intentions. What had happened to this poor girl that she was so afraid of other people? Arthur started to understand why Y/N was invisible in Camelot, why she never left Gaius’s hut. That’s when Arthur understood Merlin’s word. Y/N was hurt before and she couldn’t handle this. She had never trusted anyone after that.

“Listen to me very carefully, Y/N” he was coming closer to her but in very slow pace in case she’ll panic. “I’m not here to hurt you” Arthur repeated. “I came here to meet you. Since I first saw you in the hallway, I can’t stop thinking about you. I was wondering why Merlin kept you a secret, why he was hiding so beautiful girl from the world.” Arthur came a little closer and this time Y/N hasn’t moved away. “Just by one look in your beautiful eyes I knew…I knew I have a very special girl in front of me and I can’t let her go that easily. I feel like I need to be close to you and I don’t know why.” He was so close to Y/N that he could touch her but he didn’t do it. He was afraid she will panic again. “I need to know you, Y/N. Just, please, let me.”

He took her chin between his fingers and made her look at him.

“What you say, Y/N? Would you let me into your world?”

“I can’t say “no” to you, my prince. You’re the future king and I should be obedient, Your Highness. You can do whatever you want, you have the power here.”

“Fuck this! Y/N, I would have never used my social status to get what I want. I need your permission, I want you to want the same.”

“I think every woman in Camelot want to meet you, my prince. They would be honoured if you would have choosen them, Your Majesty.”

“I choose you.”

She looked him right in the eyes and Arthur couldn’t resist and smiled at this beautiful girl who has made his heart beat faster. That was new to the Prince of Camelot. He could have had every woman he want but none of them would make him feel this way.

“I think we want the same thing, You Highness.”

“Arthur” whispered the prince. “My name is Arthur and I want you to call me by it.”

“Oh, okay” Y/N blushed hard this time. It was such an honour to an ordinary girl like her. She had a chance to meet the prince and even know him better. What more…he wanted to know her either!

Y/N suddenly felt tingling in her hands. Was it even possible? She wasn’t stressed or angry. She was, in fact, excited but it must have been such a stron feeling that awaken her magic. She panicked.

Y/N didn’t know what to do to distact herself and Arthur. But once again, the prince came with help and didn’t even know that.

“What are you doing here all day?” Arthur asked. He hadn’t had any idea he just helped her. “I figured out you don’t go out very often but I don’t see anything interestin in Gaius’s hut.”

“I’ll show you.” She smiled and rushed to her favourite place - the garden - where she always calm herself down.

Arthur was amazed by the view of the garden. How this small, innocent hut could have a garden more beautiful than the one in the castle?

“You’ve done it all by yourself?”

“Yeah. I spend here a lot of my free time. I even get the chance to help this little squirrel which fell off the tree.”

“No way!” Arthur laughed and could not get the smile off his face when he saw how Y/N brightened up at the thought of the squirrel.

“It’s true! I named him Norton and we’re best friends now.” she argued. Y/N forgot about her magic and focused on Arthur. The power seemed to calm down when her mind drifted away from the thought of it. “He always come when I shout his name because I have a snack for him. Gaius forbade me to feed Norton but I’m doing it anyway when he’s not watching. Gaius think it will bring more animals to the garden and we don’t have enough food to feed them all.”

“So you’re doing it in secret?” Arthur chuckled when Y/N nodded with so much energy and excitement. “You are a true rule breaker!”

“Wait here. Maybe you’ll meet Norton.”

Y/N brought berrys and cookies she mad from the house and started shouting for her little friend.

“Norton! Norton!” She even made weird noises that was causing Arthur to laugh. But a few moments later he was suprised by the sight of a squirrel coming down to Y/N. Norton climbed to Y/N’s shoulder and waited for the snack. She fed him gently and showed Arthur her animal friend.

“That’s amazing, Y/N.”

“Norton isn’t the only guest I have in my garden. There’s also a fox who’s coming here from time to time. He always lay under Norton’s tree and let me pet him. He’s probably coming so often because I’m giving him food but it’s nice to think he may be really enjoying my company.”

“You really are an amazing woman, Y/N.” Arthur said coming closer to Y/N. He was about to lean down and their lips could have meet when the sudden noise of opening doors made them jump away from each other. Norton escaped in rush.

Arthur was swaering under his breath to express his annoyance that someone interrupted them.

“Y/N, where are you?”

“Merlin” whispered Y/N looking in fear at Arthur.

Even the Prince of Camelot seemed panicked.


So here’s part 2 of the “Forbidden” imagine. Hope you like it! Please remember that English isn’t my first language and I’m still learning. Forgive me for all the mistaked I probably made.

Maybe a part 3? Let me know what you think!

Let me tell you about my town...

Because honestly it’s a pretty freaky place. I mean, we are legitimate Night Vale/Gravity Falls level freaky. Here are just a few things about our town you all should know that gives it these qualities:

-It is currently the middle of summer and 40 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping
- There are frequent ghost sightings throughout the town
- A few poltergeist
- Our state office literally has a place to register to be a vampire
- Honestly no one even notices when freaky paranormal things happen
- If you go to the darkest parts of the town there are people who summon demons for you. Like drug dealers but with demons
- Last school year the field by the school caught fire and burned up the entire field unnaturally. What makes it unnatural? Well, according to documents by the police and fire department, and since I saw this the next day at school, the fire was already out by the time they had got there and the fire had actually stopped abruptly in a line. Almost like it hit a wall but there was nothing there.
- There is a haunted Bell tower where some guy fell to his death and his corpse got sealed in the walls.
- We have a house out here where if you open all the doors and one person stands at the front door and another at the back, and one of them shot the other it would just immediately hit the other person
- There’s a Ghost train that goes by my house every once in a while. The ghosts are dressed on 1920s fashion. They’re quite nice.
- The last time I saw a deer come through it ate a squirrel
- The coyotes can climb fences. Not like how a dog would climb a fence though. More human like.
- There’s a pizza parlor run by the mafia. And two of the sons just “left” permanently.
- Back when I was a baby, apparently the town had a curfew since there was a large dark “something” roaming around. I asked my mom a few years ago what happened to it. She said that it just disappeared one night.
- And finally, at night, when the stars come out, they always are brighter than other places. Even out in the country, they are not as bright.

So yeah.

Bunny Wabbit

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Request: Could you write a DeanxReader where she’s really short and he loves teasing her and he really likes her (she Doesn’t know but likes him too) but l one day he takes the teasing too far and really hurts her feelings? Then it’s just a lot of fluff with him apologizing and kissing her and telling her all the things he loves about her and why he loves how short she is?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,155

Warnings: none

A/N: I love the fluffy stuff…

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Geometry - Part 3

A/N -  Yes, it’s rough.  But it’s here.  Whatever. ;)


The morning following their mother’s death, Katniss is up well before dawn, climbing over her sister to get out of bed without waking her.  When she sees me wide awake on my make-shift floor bed watching her- because I can’t not watch her- her nostrils flare as she glares at me. But she might be angry at a lot of things aside from, or even instead of me, like fate, and I’m used to being on the wrong end of anger from my mother anyway so I do what I usually do, cast my eyes down and make it clear I know I don’t matter.

I listen as she tends the fire and then creeps into the bedroom where their mother’s body is.  When she comes out, her back is to me, so I let myself watch her again.  She’s dressed now, out of her sleeping gown and in her usual trousers and tunic.  She immediately slips out the front door.

I get up and fold my bedding, and then set it on a chest in the corner.  I don’t know what to do with myself next.  Work is already starting at the bakery, and I know I could easily use that as an excuse to disappear myself, but that doesn’t seem right: While it might relieve Katniss to find me gone when she comes back, I worry about Prim waking up alone.  

So instead, I light a candle-lantern and explore the kitchen as quietly as possible by the flickering light, taking stock of how out-of-stock they are of items and food.  There are some canned goods, but too few and not a good variety.  And there’s no game of any sort, which surprises me since the entire District knows Katniss hunts to feed them.  I wonder if they’re keeping it stored outside in a coldbox, but I’m not ready to go prowling around the back yard in the still-dark. Some of Prim’s cheese is wrapped in wax paper on the counter, and a new batch is hanging suspended over a bowl to drain away its moisture, squeezed and tied into a tight ball of burlap.

Last of all is a small bag of stale rolls.  She hasn’t been to the bakery in four days, so these are the ones Katniss traded squirrels for with my father the last time I saw her.  But there’s half of them left, and they’re on the edge of molding.  I can’t think of why they haven’t eaten the bread, unless it’s because they were too wrapped up in the care of their mother and in grief for what was coming.

At least that’s something I can fix.  

No more trading Katniss’ squirrels for rolls.  

They might day-old or fresh, I don’t care, but from now on I’m bringing them every spare roll and loaf of bread I can find, keep back or steal if I have to from the bakery on the days I work, which I assume will still be seven days a week.

So now they’ll have bread and extra squirrel to eat.

It’s something I can do, because I need to.

It’s something I can do because they deserve it.  No one should go hungry.  Not when pigs get food that humans can eat.

And it’s something I can do to be useful.

I look back to Prim, still buried beneath the covers and little more than a thin lump even though she’s fourteen, and remember the way her eyes would light up and she’d smile whenever she’d stop outside the bakery as a little girl and stare at the sweets she couldn’t afford.

Forget just bread, the Mellark family bakery is going to start sparing more than that, even if I have to pry it from my mother’s iron fists.

I force myself to relax.  Being indignant at my mother, for things I could have, and I should have done out of my own sense of what was right, wasn’t going to fix what was past.

There’s a tin with what looks and smells like mint leaves semi-dried and crushed up for tea, so I figure that’s something to occupy my time.  I take some hot coals from the hearth and coal from the bucket for the cook stove so I can boil some water and make what I can of the rolls and cheese for breakfast.  I hope that I’m not misappropriating a heating resource, but I didn’t see either of the girls eat the night before, and I’m hoping it will be helpful to make sure Prim has breakfast when she wakes up.  

The smell of toasting bread and melting cheese has started filling the house by the time Katniss comes back twenty minutes later.  I’d eventually found lard in a ceramic jar on the counter, and put my limited culinary mind to work from there. I’d coated the bottom of a cast iron skillet with a healthy dose of it, cut up the best of the rolls into halves and compressed them into the pan together, then melted off some more lard to brush onto the top.  I couldn’t find salt, but there’d been dried herbs hanging by bundles in the window, so I’d crushed rosemary and sage over the bread, and then crumbled some of Prim’s cheese over the top and put the pan in to brown and bake.

Katniss stops almost the moment she’s inside and stares, looking from me, to the stove, to the cup of hot mint-water I’d been drinking out of and back again. Even though it’s starting to get light outside, it’s still mostly just candlelight and glow from the fire across the room; it makes her eyes look wide and dark and full of rage.

I shrink on the inside.  Trying to be helpful might’ve looked to her like I was making myself at home.  Or maybe it doesn’t matter; maybe it’s just resentment at my presence at all.

“I’ll, um… I’m going to bring back bread today from hom- from the bakery,” I say, so nervous that my voice cracks at first. “To replace this, I mean.”  

She doesn’t move, and she’s still staring and silent, only she’s boring into my eyes with hers.  I cough because of my nerves and then fill a second cup with the mint tea and put it on the counter near her, for her.  

“I hope it’s okay,” I mumble.  “I didn’t want her to wake up and be hungry on top of everything else.” I start to apologize, “I didn’t mean to just-”

“It’s… okay…”  There’s a long pause, and then, something unexpected. A “Thank you.”

My head snaps up and I search her eyes.  They look the same.  I feel sure they’re angry, but I can’t reconcile them to the quietness of her voice or the sentiment. We stare at each other for a long time.  I don’t know what I want as I search her eyes.   I’m still in shock.

Prim moans and mutters in her sleep behind us.  Katniss’s attention belongs to her and she’s immediately at the bed and shaking Prim gently from whatever nightmare she’s trapped in.  I watch Prim as the fog of nightmare evaporates when she wakes to Katniss sitting on the edge of the bed comforting her with a smile that…

…A smile that absolutely takes my breath away.

She manages somehow to be genuine in it, even though her eyes are watering.  

These Everdeen women, so strong, so used to surviving with grief.  I feel hollow in my chest for them.  I want to fix it, even though I don’t have the power to.

Prim scoots half into Katniss’ arms and Katniss rocks her and murmurs reassurances to her, half-singing them:

It’s okay, little duck. It’s okay, little duck.  You’re awake, Prim.  

Prim’s fourteen, but something about the way she easily accepts the comfort makes her look young.  

Though it doesn’t make Katniss look old, by any means.  It makes her look… 


I snap my head to stare at my mug.   Thoughts like that are thoughts I can’t afford.

Katniss’ voice continues to sooth behind me, though, the voice a melody.  Katniss-of-few-words.  Katniss-of-scowls.  Katniss-of-survival.  None of those are here, a dozen steps behind me.  The voice is a voice of…

My mind wanders back to when I was five.  The first time I saw Katniss, heard her sing at assembly… My mind stays there, drifting.

“Peeta’s made us breakfast, little duck,” I hear, still in that gentle, loving voice, and it pulls me from the memory of when I first fell in love with the dark-haired little girl, back when I was just an awkward little five-year old boy who thought  treasures like Katniss Everdeen could be had just for being in awe of them.   “Come on, let’s get up and eat. Doesn’t it smell good,” she whispers.

I look back over my shoulder.  Katniss senses my attention and looks up at me. I’d think that maybe they’re meaningless words, but I’ve never in my life heard Katniss say anything meaningless, and her expression doesn’t seem put on.  It gives me some reassurance.  

I nod, busy myself pouring another mug of mint-water for Prim and then moving all three cups to the table, and I’m just opening the oven by the time Katniss has gotten Prim up and sitting at the table.

A rush of heat  comes out when I open the little oven door, and the smell of the food makes my stomach growl.  

And if possible, I feel a little growl of satisfaction- and relief- in my chest when I set it down onto a trivet in the center of their table because the Everdeen women are literally wide-eyed with amazement and sniffing the steam.  Prim tries to pull the smell of it to her through the air with a waving hand.  I haven’t eaten either, and the sight of the bread-and-cheese bake looks even better than what I’d guessed it would.  The bread has turned perfectly golden brown from the effect of the lard, and the cheese itself is bubbling and perfectly caramelized.  The sprigs of the herbs I used almost make it look like a fancy meal.

We all hesitate, awkward. I give a mild swear as I realize I hadn’t pulled out anything for us to eat with, and Prim’s chair scrapes on the floor.

“Sit, Peeta.  I’ll do it,” she insists with enough intensity and desire to help that I do.

Katniss and I avoid looking at one another as Prim flits around us, laying out the plates.  For some reason, maybe trying to grasp normalcy after the day and night before, Prim makes a big deal of it and Katniss and I wordlessly agree to go with it for her sake.

“We need to say grace,” Prim says as soon as she sits.  

I look back and forth between them.  We don’t say grace in my house and I’m not sure what the protocol is.  I remember my father saying it sometimes, when I was very young, but my mother doesn’t like it and at some point it stopped.

“You do it,” Prim says to Katniss.  

Katniss’ eyes catch mine, and she looks uncomfortable.  Prim gives a frustrated whimper, on the verge of tears. Yes, this breakfast is her attempt at fighting off the dark.  

So Prim starts on her own.

“Thank you for this drink, and the food we are about to eat.  Thank you for brining Peeta in our time of need-” Katniss and my eyes catch even though our heads are bowed, and I think I read panic there.  I can’t feel hurt by it, because I feel panic myself. “And thank you for…” Prim starts to break down, but she pushes through, “Thank you for our parents, even though they are gone.”

She says amen and Katniss quietly echoes it to show solidarity.  

The question of how to dish up is answered without my having to ask; Prim says I cooked it, I serve it.

I wipe my hands on my trousers, my palms sweaty, but then obey.

Avengers Chatroom: You’ll be back

Requested By Anon

Scenario: M!reader and the team go see Hamilton.

A/N: Y/F/D - Your favorite drink

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Thor, T’Challa, Sharon, Nat, Steve, Tony, Sam, Rhodes, Peter, Bruce.

Y/N: Is everyone ready?

Tony: Almost. Stashing snacks away.

Sharon: Aren’t you a billionaire?

Tony: Yes?

Sharon: Why can’t you just buy snacks when we get there?

Tony: … Don’t question me.

Steve: Just hurry up.

Y/N: Let’s gooooooooo!

Nat: Haven’t you already seen it?

Y/N: Yes. And I will continue to watch it as many times as I can.

Sharon: Steve and I already saw it as well.

Steve: It was great.

Sam: Gasp. Did you cover your ears when there was bad words?

Thor: I do not know anything about what we are going to see.

T’Challa: Neither do I.

Y/N: I will explain on the way.

Bruce: I must say, it really is ingenious

Rhodes: Tony is done being a squirrel preparing for winter. We can leave.

Tony: One last thing!

Y/N: Web him, Peter.

Peter: On it. Sorry Mr. Stark!

Hundreds of complaints from Tony later.

Y/N: I need more.

Peter: He will never be satisfied.

Y/N: That was so good!

Thor: I agree!

Peter: I will never be satisfied.

Nat: That was fun. We should watch it again sometime.

Peter: She will never be satisfied.

Bruce: I think once is enough for me. I’m not really into musicals. It was amazing though.

Peter: May you always be satisfied.

T’Challa: I am still quite confused.

Tony: I for one am done with Hamilton.

Peter: That would be enough.

Y/N: Peter, are you doing what I think you’re doing?


Rhodes: What’s he doing?


Tony: Oh no! Stop it!

Steve: What?

Y/N: Ssh. Talk less. Sing more.


Steve: Hey yo I’m just like my country

Sam: Omg Steve

Steve: What?

T’Challa: I don’t know the lyrics yet, but even I am surprised at you, Steve.

Peter: I’m young, scrappy and hungry. (So can we please go get something to eat?)

Y/N: Wait for it.

Nat: Peter, do you like it uptown? (Shawarma?) It’s quiet uptown.

Peter: I will be satisfied!

Y/N: Let’s ride!

Rhodes: Peter!

Peter: Sir!

Rhodes: Meet me inside!

Tony: Do you all know the lyrics?! Come on!

Thor: I don’t.

Bruce: Say no to this!

Bruce has left the chat.

T’Challa: I will regroup with everyone at the diner. I’m helping a lady recover her stolen bag.

Y/N: Everyone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Wakandan!

Sharon: T’Challa!

Rhodes: T’Challa!

Peter: T’Challa!

T’Challa: I can end this crime in New York, cut them off at an alley, but for this to succeed, there is someone else I need

Y/N: I know! Steve!

Steve: On my way!

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: T’Challa! I thought you didn’t know the lyrics! Now.. you’re … changing them up and stuff?! WHY!?

T’Challa: I learn fast. It’s fun.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Thor: I am still confused.

Y/N: Dear Thor-dosia, what to say to you?

Sharon: You have my hair,

Rhodes:You have your father’s name,  

Sam: When you came into midgard

Y/N: You cried and broke Jane’s car

Tony: I can understand if Y/N does this. He loves the musical. But the rest of you? It’s like I don’t know you people!

Y/N: How does a billionaire,

Peter: Playboy,

Sam: Philanthropist,

Nat: Son of a genius,

Sharon: Raised in the middle of Stark Towers,

Y/N: Grow up to not like Hamilton?

Tony: That’s not even how it goes! You missed some parts.

Peter: I walk these streets famished.

Nat: Oh right. I’m almost there Peter. You can order before the others arrive.

Peter: I’m outside. I’ll get a table for us.

Peter has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Sharon: Even though we left at the same time, I’m here.

Y/N: Can you order me a Y/F/D?

Sharon: Sure!

Sharon has left the chat.

Thor: Why didn’t we just stick together instead of splitting up?

Y/N: Cause I wanted to show you more of the area. Plus Steve and T’Challa are fighting crime right now and Tony is lagging behind because he’s sulking.

Tony: I am not!

Rhodes: And Peter and Nat went ahead because Peter’s hungry.

Sam: He practically ran.

Y/N: Where are you guys anyway?

Rhodes: Sam stopped to buy bird seeds.

Sam: Pumpkin seeds! They’re good for you!

Y/N: Sureee. Look at the buildings (Thor). I can’t believe that we are free (from Tony. Seriously, walk faster.) ready to face whatever’s awaiting us in N.Y.C.

Y/N:  Okay, guide’s over. We can go eat now.

Y/N has left the chat.

Thor: Sir Y/N really likes musicals.

Thor has left the chat.

Sam: Teach em how to say goodbye,

Rhodes: We’re going to join the others,   

Sam: Rhodes and I 

Rhodes: Say goodbye!

Sam has left the chat.

Rhodes has left the chat.

Tony: Jerks!

Tony: Now you’re making me mad,

Tony: Remember despite our estrangement,

Tony: I’m your Iron Man,

Tony: You’ll be back,

Tony: Soon you’ll see,

Tony: You’ll remember I pay the fees,

Tony: You’ll be back,

Tony: Time will tell,

Tony: You’ll remember that I serve the team well, 

Tony: Helicarriers rise, Sokovia falls,

Tony: We have seen each other through it all.


Tony: They’re really not coming back for me! They could have waited!

Tony has left the chat.

Songs mentioned:

  • You’ll Be back. (I’m your Iron Man - Tony. Hehe)
  • My Shot.
  • Satisfied.
  • Alexander Hamilton.
  • Say No To This. (Bruce is 100% done)
  • Wait For It.
  • It’s Quiet Uptown.
  • The Room Where It Happens.
  • Dear Theodosia. (Dear Thor-Dosia)
  • Guns and Ships. (Fighting crime, trying to save the world, it’s T’Challa!)

There’s a few that aren’t listed, I think. I lost track. This is most of them though.

Just A Little Bit of Your Heart (Part Two)

This is part numero dos! If you haven’t, have a read at the one that started it all..
Just A Little Bit of Your Heart


“Harry!!” The squeak of his name cuts through his thoughts as she steps into their now shared house, her voice full of excitement.

He puts the notepad down on the coffee table, scooting over to make room for her on the couch; his arms wide open for her to settle into.

“Hey, kitten. How was your day?” He kisses her temple as he pulls her onto his lap, an arm around her waist, bringing the other to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“It was great, nothing too crazy at work. But that’s not what I wanna talk about.” She smiles the sweetest smile at him, setting her palm on his chest, “guess what??”

And he can’t help but smile at how content and giddy she is at what she’s gonna tell him. So he hmm’s for her to go on.

“Was out with your mum looking at dresses..-” Harry eyes go wide and he sits up a little straighter, both of his hands now at her hips as she moves to straddle him, placing both her hands on either of his shoulders.

She closes her eyes and inhales before opening, “I think I found the dress.”

“You what??”

Y/N bites her lip as she nods a ‘yes’, nervous because this is a big step.


Harry sits up abruptly, waking from a dream he really wishes hadn’t been disturbed. He’s not exactly sure where he is, but if his surrounding is anything to go by, it’s definitely not his room.

This room has a more feminine touch, with walls a shade of coral, and pictures of a girl he can barely recall. He rubs his eyes, trying to adjust his eyesight because he really doesn’t know where he is, or with who for that matter. All he knows is that he’s got a killer of a headache and the dreadful feeling to throw up.

“Here, this’ll help.” He’s being handed a cup of water and two blue gel tablets, and he takes them eagerly, downing both in one gulp.

She takes the cup from his hands and sets it on the night stand. And Harry rubs his eyes again, not for the same reason this time though.

“How’re you feeling?” She asks.

Why can’t he remember who she is?

He’s guessing she can sense how confused he is because she scoots a bit farther from where he’s laying on her couch.

“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” She assures, and he lets out a sigh of relief. “You were pretty plastered. Wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t remember anything!”

Harry thinks he must look like a complete idiot, not knowing where he is, who he’s with, and to not remember last night really tops it all off.

“M’Isabel. A friend of Y/N’s,” and that’s why he couldn’t put a finger on who she was, until now. He remembers her being at one of Y/N’s birthdays, but he never really talked to her, or got her name for that matter. “Y/N and I were out for drinks last night at a pub when you showed up. I knew you too were really close, but when I asked her why she didn’t say hi to you and she didn’t say anything, I didn’t push it.”

Harry remembers that. He’d heard she was gonna be there to celebrate a friend’s graduation, and taken the fact she’s been distant with him since that night three weeks ago, he figured maybe this time he’ll be able to talk to her. He’s tried lots of times before last night, but keeps failing miserably. When he tries to at work, she always seems to be at meetings. When he tries to at her place, she’s never there (although her car parked out front would state otherwise). One time he saw her at the park feeding the squirrels, and he almost got the chance that time, but then he got swarmed by fans. He’s almost starting to give up.

“She must hate me.” He buries his face in his hands. Harry can’t stand the thought of her hating him.

“I don’t think she does. She was pretty tipsy herself, but she kept an eye on you. And when she saw that you weren’t going easy on the alcohol, she asked me to take you home. My house though. Told her I’d just moved into a new flat and I hadn’t told her where yet. So she said to bring you to mine. Something about that if I took you to yours she might not be able to contain herself.” Isabel gives him a shrug and a raise of the eyebrows.

“She did?” It’s hard for him to believe that after shutting him out, she’s still taking care of him.

“Yeah. Not hard to believe, she’s practically in love with you!” And Isabel doesn’t really realize what this means to them, thinks it’s been more than obvious to everyone.

Everyone except Harry, who’d been trying to make sense of why she left with a look he hadn’t seen on her before. A look that made him feel like a total asshole because he realized he’d caused it, but he didn’t really know why.

Until now.


It’s been weeks since Isabel told Harry that. And he doesn’t seem to be doing much of trying to talk to Y/N thus far. It’s just, it sort of caught him off guard if he’s being honest. There he was, thinking she had left that night because she didn’t like him, when in reality, it’s the complete opposite.

He’s trying to wrap his head around it.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and like every other Sunday, Harry was over at Y/N’s for their weekly brunch where they prepare a meal together and act like proper adults. Only this time, he doesn’t know whether it was the new floral dress she had on or the way the sun kept highlighting her face to accentuate her smile, it felt different. A good different, like butterflies in his tummy different.

But he never said anything. Never did anything about it, until he kissed her. And she ran away.

So yeah, Harry’s still trying to figure out how he never noticed the way Y/N looked at him before. How he didn’t notice how she felt about him. Everyone else did, why didn’t he?

Now here he is. Sat alone at the yogurt place they would always go to, a spoon full of yogurt, but a Harry with no appetite for any. A hand running through his hair to un-dampen it from when the rain soaked it a couple of minutes ago.

“You forgot your phone miss.”

“Oh, thank you.” He faintly hears her voice, the stirring of the now liquidy substance coming to a halt.

He sees her for the first time since the bar. The shirt she’s wearing clinging to her body because she probably got stuck in the rain on her way here. They lock eyes when she passes him on her way to the exit, her features making a dramatic change as the corner of her lips pull down and she tries to scurry out.

And he feels those butterflies in his tummy. Now he realizes the answer is real simple.

He doesn’t hesitate when he stands up to go after her.

“I know,” he tells her after he pulls her to the side, into an alley and pushes her against the wall, arms at either side of her face, his voice a tad loud so that she’s able to hear him above the pelting of the rain on the busy street. Drops of water leaving them drenched.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” she keeps her gaze from his face, “sorry but I-I have to uhh…feed m-my cat,” she stutters, trying to duck under his arm only for him to grab her hand and turn her right back around.

“Don’t have a cat, love,” he offers a light laugh.

Still doesn’t look at him.

Harry sighs, “I know that you sent Isabel to look after me.”

“She told you??” She asks, defeated, looking at Harry with an embarrassed look and just like that she’s got her head hung low.

Harry cups her face, making her look at him as he presses a kiss to the corner of her lips, “got a bit of yogurt.”

She stands there, taken aback, his eyes fixated on hers.

“I love you,” Harry blurts out, confident in what he’s saying, “Didn’t kiss you that night ‘cos I wanted to forget. I kissed you ‘cos I remembered that I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, kitten. Been wanting to kiss you longer.”


“Can’t have you not taking care of me. Want you….need you to. And m’not gonna let you leave this time.”

So Harry kisses her again, and when she doesn’t push him away, he figures he’ll keep kissing her until he changes her mind.

After only a couple of seconds, she’s lightly retracting from the hold his lips have on her. “I love you, too, you dolt.” She smiles, pulling him down to reconnect their lips.

So Harry got his kiss. Kiss when she’s upset and got frozen yogurt on the corner of her lip; and a kiss in the rain with the feeling of nothing but pure happiness.

***Author’s Note: Couldn’t help myself!! Finished it in one sitting! 

GOT7 Reaction #4 - His s/o squeals every time they see something adorable

requested by @eddycakeway18~ Thank you chocolate chippie!! <3

Jackson: *100% makes fun of you and squeals whenever you do, finding it absolutely adorable*

Originally posted by got7ish

Mark: *gets scared every single damn time, cutely whines about it. he secretly likes it though because he loves seeing you so happy*

Originally posted by jackseons

Jaebum: “WHAT IS IT?!?! BABE, YOU OKAY?!?” *gets super embarrassed for overreacting when he realizes that you squealed not because you were dying, but because you saw a baby squirrel* “Really babe?”

Originally posted by crying-in-korean


Originally posted by jackandjael

Jinyoung: “Sit down jagi, I know the baby is cute but you’re going to freak out its parent’s by screaming at it like that” *laughs in the end*

Originally posted by jaebummy

Bhuwakul: *please ignore youngjae and yugyeom* he’d try to be super cute all the time and he’d be totally used to it because you squeal at him like that 24/7….he’s pretty damn cute after all.

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Yugyeom: *please ignore jackson xD* “Okay, I’ll do aegyo one more time. But after that I’m done, it’s embarrassing.” *squeals forever because asdfjkl he’s cute and he doesn’t even try unlike BamBam*

Originally posted by jieunyoung

Promises We Can’t Keep

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, a bit of cursing( I don’t know if I should tag that)
Challenge: Bailey’s Birthday Challnge by @jayankles
Prompt: 9x08 - Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Word Count: 2.117
A/N: I had no internet and couldn’t wach the episode so this fic is based on the Supernatural Wiki page and transcripts so sorrynotsorry if stuff is not 100% accurate, I kinda had to guess their reactions but I think I did okay. Thanks to Bailey for letting me participate in this awesome challenge. Reminded me a lot of the oldschool fanfiction I used to write (it’s still out there. 50 chapters of absolute horror) Also huge hanks for the bilionth time to @queen-fierfly Enjoy :D

“We hope you enjoyed the tour!” Bonnie smiled brightly “Any questions before we get you guys registered?” The two, humongous –if I said so myself- men looked at each other. The taller one, long hair reaching bellow his ears, grazing his jawline, cleared his throat.

“Uh, yeah, uh, look, um, Ms. Futchko-“Boy, was he awkward.

“Oh please,” Bonnie smiled again “Bonnie will do just fine” Ugh, I hated her.

Who would’ve known I’d have ended up in a church, trying to figure out what the hell was going on in a town where random people disappeared and instead of actually interrogating witnesses, took a friggin tour. The two poor bastards that were supposedly interested in the tour, two mountain-tall men with beautiful eyes, didn’t know what they had coming to them if they became part of that church.

“Bonnie. Okay, uhm, we… we love the church. We do, but… Well, we heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest… that kinda scares us” I held back a snort. ‘Kinda scares us,’ puh-lease, don’t make me laugh. You’re 50 feet tall and more built than the majority of America’s population, who are you kidding dude.

The slightly shorter man, clad in flannel, just like the Tall one who was either his brother or… boyfriend –it would be a shame, really-, shot me a look, eyebrow raised. His bright eyes searched mine for an indication of… something. He didn’t find it. In response, I chewed my mint gum obnoxiously and shrugged in a ‘me? I didn’t say anything.’ manner. He smiled knowingly.

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Bonding 6

Warnings: None other than fluffiness
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel (mentioned) Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You and Charlie spend a day bonding.
Readers Age: 6 years old
Word Count: 975

Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N: This turned out a little longer than expected but I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I MISS CHARLIE AND SHE NEEDS TO COME BACK! This is a series I’m doing where the spn characters bond with a 6 years old Winchester sister! Enjoy!

“Hey, Charlie, I really need you to come take care of Y/N today. Dean, Cas and I have a ‘special job’ to do and no one can take care of Y/N. Call me back when you can.” Sam hung up the phone, you were sitting on Sam’s hip as he walked around the bunker getting things ready for today. Sam only told you that they had to leave for their ‘special job’ so Charlie was going to come watch you until they get back.

You’ve met Charlie a few times and you really like her. It’s refreshing having a girl around even though you like having the guys around because it makes you feel safe. Charlie is a good change of pace, and she’s just a blast to be around.

“Dean! Where’s my laptop?” Sam yelled as he searched around the library for his laptop, you still attached to his side. 

“It’s where you last put it!” you heard the echo of Dean’s voice. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes which made you giggle, and Sam smiled at the sound you made.

You heard Sam’s phone ring, he reached into his pocket and got it out, and answered it, “Hey, Charlie,” Sam greeted. You couldn’t hear her on the other end, but Sam seemed relieved. Sam hung up the phone, “Alright, Y/N/N. Charlie’s gonna come over for a little while.” Sam said. 

“Yay!” you cheered and hugged Sam, he chuckled and hugged you back.

…Hour Later…

You heard a knock at the bunker door and you got excited, “CHARLIE’S HERE!” you screamed as you got up and ran up the stairs.

“No, Y/N, wait!” Dean yelled as he chased after you, wanting to make sure it was Charlie and not a monster.

You got to the door and tried getting it open, but it was too heavy. Dean got up the stairs and picked you up, “We’ve told you not to open the door without us,” Dean reminded you. 

You looked down at the ground and mumbled, “Sorry,” Dean kissed your head and opened the door.

There stood a semi-short, red-headed woman, your eyes lit up and you leaped into her arms, she made a huff but nonetheless picked you up and sat you on her hip. “Hey, there Lil’ Chewbacca!” Charlie greeted. 

“Hi!” you responded cheerfully. Dean stepped to the side and Charlie made her way down the stairs along with you.

“Hey, Charlie. Thanks for coming on such short notice,” Sam thanked as he hugged her.

“Ah, no problem. I love spending time with this little monster,” Charlie said as she tickled you, earning a few giggles from you.

“Okay, well, we gotta get going,” Dean said as he kissed the top of your head, Sam did the same and they both waved bye. You and Charlie waved back. 

“Alright, Munchkin, what do you wanna do?” Charlie asked you. You thought for a minute before scrambling out of her arms and running to your room.

You came back with a bucket-load of action figures Charlie gave you, “We can play Star Wars with Harry Potter!” you said enthusiastically. 

“Hmm, Star Wars, Harry Potter mash-up? I’m in.” Charlie responded, you smiled and began setting up the toys.

You dropped the toys you had in your hands and sighed, “I’m bored.” you spoke, crossing your arms while making a pouting face. 

Charlie thought for a moment, “Y'know what I think would be fun?” Charlie asked as she got up, you followed. 


Charlie got out her iPod and plugged it into a speaker, “Dancing,” she pushed play and 'I’m Walking On Sunshine’ started blasting through the speakers. She turned around and started throwing her arms up into the air while bouncing up, down, back and forth. You laughed but joined her.

…Two Hours Later…

'Time flies by when you’re having fun.’ your brothers always said that and indeed it does. You danced and sung with Charlie until you both lost your voices, and collapsed from exhaustion. 

“I’m hungry,” you huffed as you both lied on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. 

Charlie turned her head towards you, “I am, too. Let’s get some food!” She said as she got up and helped you up.

…Half Hour Later…

You both arrived at a diner since it was the closest to the bunker, the waitress that works there knows you and your brothers, so you always get a discount. You both took a seat at a booth, Charlie on one side, you on the other. You didn’t bother looking at the menu because you already knew what you wanted.

Your regular waitress came over, Danielle, but she told you to call her Danny, “Well, hello there, Cupcake.” She greeted, “Hey, Charlie. What can I get ya?” Danny asked. 

“I’ll have the cheeseburger, please,” Charlie responded, folding her menu.

“And Mac 'N Cheese for you, Sweetie?” Danny asked and you nodded. Danny took your menus and left.

You both ate and went back to the bunker, you were exhausted at this point, it was a big day for a little one like you. You both entered the bunker and walked down the stairs.

You turned to Charlie and made a grabbing motion with your hands, Charlie smiled and pick you up, you laid your head on her shoulder.

Charlie carried you to your room, she laid you down gently on your bed. She pulled the covers on top of you and was about to leave when she saw a stuffed animal, a squirrel to be exact. She chuckled and grabbed the squirrel, setting it down right next to you, Charlie smiled and kissed your head. She went to your doorway, shut the light off and left the door cracked open.

You love having one on one girl time, and who better to spend it with than Charlie?

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Watching over you

Day four of Enjoltaire week : Alternative universe

Urban fantasy AU, 2036 words

Thanks @benihime-aratame for the help with the language, and @lumeha for the cracky ideas !

The moon was shining over the rooftops of Paris, outlining each ridge in silver. A feline silhouette, darker on the dark sky, jumped from one roof to the next, not really impressed by the void that opened under their feet. He climbed on a chimney, and walked along the cable above the street, as easily as if it had been a large sidewalk, a long tail swinging behind him, keeping his balance. He reached a terrace, and sat on the worked rail. His tail lazily wrapped around him. He stayed like that, as motionless as the statues towering over him, the triangular ears on his head moving with the slightest noise.

The City Spirit only waited five minutes, before a small sound alerted him. His fur raised for a second, but he recognized the newcomer, and he just smiled, revealing dangerous, pointy fangs :

- Well, well… Look at what the cat brought home…

The other arrivant had the same, weird semi-animal look about him, but where the first Spirit had a long tail covered in black, short fur and pointy ears, his were russet-colored, and way bushier. He sat on their heals, besides his companion, and watched the animation unfolding at their feet. Cars zooming left and right, their lights leaving red and white trails behind them. The cat Spirit first broke the silence :

- So, Feuilly, tell me. Did you do interesting things today ? What’s new in the squirrel world ?

His friend glared at him, and answered, deadpan :

- I stole a sandwich from someone. And I ate it.

- I hope it was good.

- Very. I’m a sucker for tomatoes. And you ? Anything new ?

- I saw him again, he sighed.

Feuilly refrained his own sigh. *Him* again. That mysterious person. For weeks, Grantaire hadn’t talked about anything else than this mysterious blond man who had stolen his heart. Feuilly knew everything about him now : his blond hair, the light of his eyes, the way he talked, moved, walked, slept, even. He had tried to tell the other spirit than, maybe, stalking him like that wasn’t that good of an idea, he might take offense at this, and City Spirits shouldn’t use their powers like that, or they would be in trouble with… someone. But nothing could convince Grantaire to stop acting like a lovesick teenager, or the protagonist of a very bad love story (and Feuilly did know about them, breaking as he did all the time in the library).

Grantaire was still going on and on about that strange blond man and his weird bunch of friends (“he has one, you would love him, really. Just your type.” “I hope he likes squirrels.”), and how he saw him running through the park and whatnot. Feuilly used this time to scan the area. Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. With a distracted Spirit beside him, talking about his human crush, he didn’t really need to deal with other problems.

There was a lull in Grantaire’s chatter, and Feuilly remarked, flippant :

- That blond crush of yours, does he wear a red hoodie on a white shirt, like no one else does because that’s weird ?

- That’s him, yes. And I happen to think he looks very good like that. Fantastic, even.

- Yeah. Blond man in red hoodie.

- So what ?

- That’s the man I stole the sandwich from.

Grantaire almost jumped up.

- What ?

- That’s why he was running. Because a big squirrel stole his sandwich.

The cat Spirit looked at his friend, who just looked back, impassive. Was it a joke ? Feuilly was known for his strange sense of humor, but usually, he was quite able to know when he was joking or not. Right now… he wasn’t really sure if he was made fun of or not. The best course of action was to change the subject entirely.

- So, he asked, sitting more comfortably. Did you notice something unusual beside that ? Is it quiet uptown ?

Feuilly shook his head.

- I… don’t know. It seems so, but I feel… There’s a current of anger, of agitation. People are restless. I feel like something is going to happen soon.

- Something ? Bad for us ? Or bad for them ?

The squirrel Spirit let out a second sighed. He knew that he was the minority among the City Spirits, who thought that human problems didn’t concern me in the least if there wasn’t any risk of material damage. But the City couldn’t exist without humans. And they were fascinating, really. And most of the time, lots of them didn’t deserve what happened to them. Feuilly wanted to help them, really, make things better for them, at least for the good ones. But how could he explain it to his friends ? It was too difficult. So he just groaned something non-confrontational, and went back to his observations.

Soon, they parted ways. Feuilly went the way of the public library, wanting to know how the novel he started the other day would end, and Grantaire just laid down on the rail, lost again in his dreams about that gorgeous, blond man he could never reach.


The next days saw a rise of the agitation, a wind of revolution blowing through the streets, carrying first protestations and whispers of anger, who then morphed into slogans and screams. People started to march, more and more each day, and people opposed them. Soon, the streets were barricaded all around, the flags were raised.

Enjolras was satisfied with the way things were turning. They had managed to rally a huge part of the population to their causes. They walked with them, hurling their slogans and chants to those who didn’t want to join them, or stood by and insulted and mocked them.

Of course, it turned awry almost as soon as they started. The police didn’t look favorably at those who didn’t bow their heads and stayed put, and immediatly set to send them back home. It didn’t work, of course. People were angry, people were determined, people were committed to make things better no matter the price. At least, that’s what Enjolras encouraged, and that’s what they were all believing in. All the Amis, who were following him, waving their flags, throwing their flyers, and desobeying.

But as much as they started well, things turned sour. On the third day, as people were starting to tire, and thought more about the home they left to protest than the protest itself, the policemen charged. The protesters scattered like feathers in the wind, running in all directions to escape the hits that wouldn’t be too long to start.

Enjolras didn’t want to run. Coming from so far, to fail right now ! He couldn’t endure that ! He couldn’t be defeated ! He went to grab the flag again, to rally his troops, but Combeferre caught him by the arm and dragged him away.

- I can’t ! he yelled. There’s still too much to do !

- I know, Combeferre tried to placate him. But you won’t get to do anything if they catch you right now.

Enjolras hesitated for a second, but his friend was right. What good would it do if he were to land in prison ? And prison was the best option. He finally followed. The others were still around, trying to keep the positions, and waiting for the orders. When Enjolras joined them, they all started to run, diving into the crowd to better hide themselves. They were pushed, and pulled, and jostled around, and of course, Combeferre lost his grasp on his friend’s sleeve and disappeared from his sight.

Enjolras tried to fight the flow, but it was no use. All he would earn like that would be more bruises on his already sore ribs. He settled from following it from now. Then he could join the others, hide, and work at better slogans, better flyers, better speeches.

After what felt like hours of being elbowed right and left, Enjolras finally found himself in a small, dark alley that he didn’t recognize. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to use the GPS, but was only met with a low battery icon flashing on the screen. Perfect. Just perfect. Well, he could have expected it after three days spent in the streets, but still, that was a bit depressing. He was walking home, that was it.

He started to walk, when a noise in front of him alerted him. Someone was blocking the exit. A cop. Well, shit. Another came behind him, blocking the path from this side. He was screwed. He was fucking screwed. There was no way they would let him go without a fight. Probably because of the black rings under his eyes, the red jacket with protesting patches sewn on it, and the fact that everyone saw him harangue the crowd for three days straight.

The cops closed on him, keeping their eyes on him. And, scarily, their guns too. That was bad. That was very, very bad. Enjolras glared at them, as fiercely as he could. Maybe it wouldn’t have a great effect, but he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The left cop went to grab him, and Enjolras was ready to hit back, when something fell from the sky. Right on the second cop, knocking him out. The first cop turned towards the disturbance, ready to fire, but his gun was yanked out of his hands. A blur of black and white, and he joined his friend on the ground and into unconsciousness.

Satisfied, the creature turned back to face Enjolras, who raised his hands, ready to defend himself dearly against that… Who was it ? Or rather what ? It looked like a human, at least in the general sense, with arms and hands and feet and a face. But there was a long, black tail with a white tip, there were triangular ears moving to follow the sounds, whiskers, and black fur, and strange markings around the slightly too large eyes, and slit pupils in a sea of green.

The creature bowed, very gracefully, and grinned, unveiling its fangs. Strange words started echoing in Enjolras’ mind, words that wasn’t his, in an alien voice.

- I’m glad to see you’re alright.

- Who… who are you ? Enjolras managed to stutter.

- Well… it’s a long story. Would telling you I’m just a strange dream help ?

At least, it didn’t seem menacing. Well, not towards him at least. But now, Enjolras’ curiosity was spiked.

- I don’t think so. Who are you ? …. Would it be rude to ask you what you are, too ?

- Rude ? Yes, maybe. But that’s not the kind of things that could stop me, so…

- So ?

- So, dear Leader of Humans, I’m going to answer one of your questions, and just one. Which one do you choose ?

Without thinking (he could blame his tired mind later), Enjolras asked :

- Who are you ?

- I’m Grantaire, the creature said, bowing again. You can call me R. To better serve you, my dear. But not this time. Right now, I’m afraid I must go. Take care, Leader of Humans. I wouldn’t want something to happen to your pretty face.

And with those words, the creature - Grantaire - jumped into the air, grabbed a ledge above them, and made his way to the top of the building. Enjolras just watched him go, too stunned to do anything else. Well… that was… something. Something that he would have to ponder, but later. Right now, his friends were probably looking for him, and there were still two knocked-out cops at his feet. And he needed sleep, something like twenty hours. Maybe then, he’d know better what this just was. A weird dream ? A hallucination ? Or maybe… maybe that creature was real, and he just got a glimpse of something else…. This would have to be examinated closely. Later. And maybe, maybe their paths would cross again.

Babies and Hunters Don’t Mix

Another Supernatural one-shot that’s been bouncing around in this odd little brain of mine. I do not own any Supernatural characters! They belong to the creators of the show! 

Warnings: Fluff, slight!AU (certain character is still alive that technically isn’t at this point in the show. Just because I wanted to); and it’s really long!

Pairings: Team Free Will x Bobby x fem!reader x Crowley x Charlie x Garth

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Dean sighed as his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and answered the call. “Garth?” You watched as your friend’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Garth?!” You looked at Sam, who shrugged. You sighed and turned back to your book. Dean hung up the phone and turned to you and Sam. “What is it?” Sam asked. Dean was frowning and his brows were still drawn together. “I couldn’t understand what he said was wrong, but I did catch a location. A little over an hour from here.  Let’s go, Sammy.”

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