please someone bring this man to me

Notice Anything? (Sherlock Holmes X Reader)

Requested: No 

Word Count: 2 189

A/N: Yay I am finally back with another fanfic! I am so sorry for the very long wait, school had been keeping me very busy. This is my first Sherlock imagine and I am starting to get used to the different characters’ personalities. Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

*****

“You like her.” John states as soon as she leaves the flat, turning to look Sherlock in the eyes. Sherlock turns away quickly, his brown curls bouncing madly as he stood up from his chair.

“That is absurd, John. I see that spending time with me hasn’t made you any less of an idiot.” he proceeds to pace around the small flat, his eyes occasionally wandering to where her figure stood just moments ago. He could still feel the essence of her presence lingering. He wished that she was still standing there.

“Oh, stop denying it, Sherlock. I know a person with feelings when I see one, though I can’t say the same for you.” John replies cockily with a chuckle, completely ignoring Sherlock’s attempt at shutting him up.

“I don’t have feelings!” Sherlock snaps, his teeth bared in a scowl. “I can’t like her, I can’t have feelings-”

“Oh don’t be silly Sherlock, you’re human…I think. Of course you have feelings-”

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

John’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape as Sherlock falls back into his chair, putting his head in his hands. John lets the silence sink in, still processing the fact that the emotionless consulting detective before him did in fact like (Y/N).

It was true that (Y/N) was already in a relationship, one that neither Sherlock nor John approved of. It was rather one-sided, her boyfriend never really cared for her and always relied on her to do things for him when he’d never offer anything in return. Nevertheless, she insisted that they loved each other and that it was meant to be. She had just visited Baker Street to hang out with John and Sherlock before celebrating her one year anniversary with the guy and was now getting ready for her big night.

“Sherlock, I’m so sorry.” John finally murmurs, sitting across from him in his chair. The detective looked miserable and John realized with a pang that Sherlock was only truly happy when his favourite people were in the room. John Watson is one of course, but (Y/N) was also a key to filling the missing pieces of the detective’s heart.

“Why is it that people say sorry when it is not even their fault?” Sherlock mutters, standing up and grabbing his long black coat. “I don’t understand why innocent people blame it on themselves when there are others who are guilty.”

He shrugs his coat on and ties his scarf so tightly around his neck that John was afraid that he might choke himself. He heads down the stairs, his shoes echoing every time he took a step.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” John asks suddenly, though he already knew the answer.

“I’m going out for a walk, isn’t it obvious?” he calls, his voice faint. John hears the black door slam shut and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was very obvious where he was actually going.

*****

(Y/N) stood in front of the fancy restaurant, shivering from the cold. They had promised to meet there 30 minutes ago, but to no avail had he arrived. Wearing nothing but a sheer sleeved knee length dress and a rather painful pair of heels, she waited, shuffling from foot to foot in attempts to warm up

Sherlock arrived momentarily and takes a sharp intake of breath when he saw her. She had definitely glammed up for the occasion, ditching the ponytail and letting her hair fall in loose curls around her shoulders. She had also traded her comfy flats for some killer heels, giving the already confident girl a boost in demeanour. Her dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. She truly was beautiful, with or without fancy attire. Sherlock gulped as he approached her, silently sliding in, to stand right beside her.

“Finally!” she exclaims, a look of annoyance plain on her usually happy face. She turned to face the man beside her. “I thought you were never going to show-”

She stopped mid sentence as she realized that it was Sherlock. Her annoyance seemed to melt away, and it was soon replaced with a smile.

“Sherlock!” she says, happily. “I thought you were someone else. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was just taking a stroll when I saw you.” she nodded, and Sherlock tried his best to sound as natural as possible. She shivered, her breath visible in the frosty air and Sherlock’s eyes widened with worry,

“Here, take my coat.” Sherlock murmurs, taking off his dark coat and putting it swiftly over her shoulders.

“No, I couldn’t.” she protested. “What about you?”

“I’m quite alright.”

She looked at him, a bit curious. It wasn’t every day you saw Sherlock going out of his way to do something caring for anyone. It felt odd and definitely suspicious. Not that she minded, she loved the feeling of the warm coat wrapped around her. It smelled distinctly of Sherlock. She discreetly inhaled his scent when he wasn’t looking. The girl smiled into the fabric, it felt comforting and right.

“I don’t want you to contaminate the flat next time you come over, it’s really quite terrible for my health and the severed body parts in the fridge when there are unwanted bacteria floating in the air.” Sherlock quickly added, trying to sound more like his bitter self. He couldn’t let his guard down, not yet.

She frowned, slightly disappointed that his bitterness had returned, but shrugged it off. It was normal for Sherlock to behave like that. Though she did love it when his occasional more caring character came to visit.

They stood in silence, side by side. Sherlock couldn’t take the ignorance of silence much longer, he had to tell her.

“Look, (Y/N). I need to tell you something-” he starts, his words rolling very quickly off his tongue as if he was going to start explaining an ‘obvious’ deduction. However, it was too late. Sherlock heard rather obnoxious footsteps and turned to face (Y/N)’s boyfriend, who didn’t look like he was hurrying at all.

“You’re late.” Sherlock hissed, wanting nothing more than to wipe the idiotic look off of the other man’s face. He smelled faintly of alcohol, his feet unsteady underneath him.

“Big deal. At least I’m here now.” the man says without a care, reaching down to grab (Y/N)’s hand. She looks at it for a millisecond before taking it hesitantly. Something that any other ordinary person wouldn’t have caught, however, Sherlock was no ordinary person.

“Why are you still here? You can leave now.” (Y/N)’s boyfriend snaps, practically dragging her inside. She gave Sherlock a helpless shrug and allowed herself to be towed inside.

Sherlock stares after them, wondering how such an amazing person like (Y/N) could be stuck with a person like him. Sherlock decided that he’d be staying for a while, despite her boyfriend’s wishes.

*****

Sherlock peered over his menu, watching the couple at the next table. (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table repeatedly, Sherlock knew this as a sign as to when she was annoyed or exasperated. Possibly both at that moment.

“Excuse me, sir?” a waiter comes up to Sherlock’s lonely table for the fifth time that night. “You’ve been here for an hour now and you still haven’t ordered anything. Is there anything on the menu that looks appetizing to you? May I suggest the-”

“A cup of tea please.” Sherlock cuts him off, eyes still glued to (Y/N)’s table.

“But sir, you’ve already had three-”

Tea, please.” Sherlock repeats, turning his head to face him, his eyes piercing into the ones of the slightly terrified looking waiter.
He nods, sighs and rushes off.

“You don’t deserve me!” Sherlock’s head snaps back to the other table when he heard someone shout. It was the wretched boyfriend. “I deserve much better than you!”

Her boyfriend had stood up, hands on the white-clothed table, looking beyond annoyed. (Y/N)’s head was in her hands, her figure shaking.

“Wrong.” Sherlock says abruptly, startling the two. The other man growled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“And you bring psychopaths with you! What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong. Again!” Sherlock exclaims, jumping from his seat. “I’m a high-functioning sociopath, and she deserves better than you.”

“Why you-”

“Ah, ah.” Sherlock tuts, shutting the guy up with a single glare. “Tell me; did you notice? Do you notice anything different, anything at all?”

The man she deserved better than opened his mouth to say something (Sherlock presumed he would say something stupid) and stood dumbfounded, glaring at the consulting detective.

“Notice what?” he asked quietly, ashamed of not knowing and feeling stupid under the detective’s cold stare.

“Hmm, I don’t know maybe the fact that she bought a new outfit for tonight or the fact that she let her hair out of the ponytail and ditched the jeans and sneakers. Or maybe you could’ve noticed the new fragrance she decided to test out when she realized that you preferred the smell of fruit opposed to flowers. You could have complimented her and made her day, women like that don’t you know? Shows you’re considerate. Oh, but let’s not talk about only the changes in her appearance, no!” Sherlock rants, his words quick, tumbling over each other. “Let’s talk about everything she does for you, you idiot.”

“I really don’t think-” her boyfriend starts but Sherlock cuts him off, he was on a roll.

“Let’s see, first off, she reserved this table for you because you were too careless to even remember your anniversary. Oh, and might I mention she specifically booked a table far from the open windows because she was considering your allergies.”

“How did you-”

“You carry around eye drops and allergy pills around in your pockets, it’s really quite obvious. Now stop interrupting me! Now, where was I? Ah, yes. You might not realize it but she keeps you out of trouble all the time. Does your taxes, pays the rent and does everything to make you as happy as possible! She sacrifices her time and energy for you. But what do you do in return? A simple ‘thank you’ or an act that showed you cared would be nice but no! You stay out late, not even bothering to give her a heads up and thus making her sit awake until you get back home so she can sleep knowing that you got home safely. Should I go on?” he pauses to take a breath, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. “You flirt with other women but then you get angry at her for simply hugging an old friend. You ignore relationship problems and never initiate conversations. You arrive late to your anniversary and leave this incredible woman to wait by herself in the cold while you mingle with strangers at a bar!”

(Y/N) gasps and Sherlock flinches at the sound. For a second, he forgot that she was there.

You simply don’t care.” Sherlock says, coming to a conclusion.

“You don’t know this! You don’t know anything about our life, about my life!” the other man yells, shaking with rage while pointing a finger menacingly at Sherlock. He simply raises and eyebrow in answer. “You don’t know her like I do! I know her best!”

“Oh, but darling,” Sherlock whispers, coming so close to the other man’s face that their noses almost touched. “If you really did know her, you would have noticed. You would’ve noticed that she has stopped falling for you.”

The man opens his mouth to spat something in Sherlock’s smart face before thinking against it. He turned to face (Y/N) instead.

“Us? Yeah, it’s not a thing anymore. It’s-”

“No,” she says, standing up and interrupting him mid-sentence. “You always get the last word. It’s finally my turn. It’s over.”

Her faint, but powerful voice rings in their ears as her final words escape her mouth. Whether she regretted her decision or not, it was too late now.

“I suggest you leave before your ignorance starts to get contagious.” Sherlock mumbles to the enraged man. He doesn’t move.

Leave.” Sherlock repeats more aggressively. “You are no longer welcome in (Y/N)’s life.”

The man leaves without saying another word, stopping only for a second to glare at (Y/N), before leaving her life forever. She sinks back down into her seat as he exits the restaurant, resting her head on the table. Sherlock begins to walk out as well, knowing that he was probably unwelcome to comfort her.

“Sherlock, please don’t go.” she murmurs, just quietly enough that only he could hear what she had said. He nods, assuming the chair across from her, patiently waiting. What for, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Do you really pay that much attention to me? Did you really notice all those things?” she finally asks, bringing her head up from the table just enough to look him shyly in the eyes. “Or did John give you subtle hints before you left the flat?”

She laughs gently, and he smiles.

“Oh darling, I notice everything about you - and so much more.”

*****

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“Worries” Part 2

Word Count: 1,116

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This is part two of “Worries”, which you can read HERE

Summary: When Negan takes Daryl in as prisoner, he has more than a few words about Daryl’s relationship with you.

Warnings: A lot of Swearing (lol Negan is in this what do you expect)

Thanks for requesting a second part, anon! :)


We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

That song, playing on repeat, was driving Daryl insane. The only thing he could think about was getting out of that cell, escaping, and seeing you again. But of course, that seemed impossible since he was locked away, being forced to listen to the same song over and over again, eating dog food sandwiches.

“Get up.” Dwight opened the door, sunlight streaming into the once pitch dark cell. Daryl winced his eyes at the sudden change of light, but didn’t move to get up.

“I said get the fuck up, now. Negan wants to see you.” Dwight says again, and when Daryl doesn’t move, he grabs Daryl by the arm and forces him to walk down the hallway.

“Aha, exactly who I wanted to see.” Negan turned around from speaking to one of his many wives. Daryl grunts in response, and Dwight lets go of his arm.

“We gotta have a little chat.” Negan sets his drink down. “It’s about your precious little whore, Y/N.”

Daryl’s attention is fully on Negan once he mentions your name, even if it’s in a bad way. He hadn’t heard anything about you since the night of the lineup. He didn’t even know if you were alive, or if you were okay. All he could seem to do (besides plan escaping) was worry about you.

“Dwight, ladies, you mind giving us a little goddamn privacy? Fuck, I don’t get any respect around here.” Negan sighs, setting Lucille down on the table. They all hurry to leave the room, making Negan smirk in response. He loves being listened to, being in control.

“So, Daryl.”

“What?” Daryl manages to make out, his voice a little dry from not doing anything but crying and yelling for the past few days.

“Every time I am in Alexandria, all I get is dirty looks from that girl of yours. Let me tell you- that is not fucking cool, but damn is she a babe!” Negan laughs. Daryl gives him a dirty look, not liking that Negan was blatantly hitting on you. He’s very protective of you, and he hates when anyone even looks at you in a way that’s not friendly. But he knows better than to say anything to Negan.

“That ass, mhm, that’s a sight to see. I bet that pussy is great, too.” Negan taunts Daryl, and seeing by the look on his face, its working.

“She’s real lonely without you there. I offered to make her one of my wives, keep her company all day, fuck her brains out. She rejected that offer real fucking quick, seems she’s still hung up in you. Won’t be for too long. Not with all of those strong, younger men out there.”

Daryl wants to pick up Lucille from the couch and bash in Negan’s head like he did to Glenn and Abraham, but he somehow manages to keep his cool.

Despite all of the times that you have tried to reassure him that he didn’t need to be insecure about the age difference, he couldn’t help but let it get to him sometimes. Between everyone at the camp bothering him about it and his own worries that you would lose interest in him, he was very insecure about the situation. Typically you were the only person that could reassure him that everything was going to be ok and calm him down, but you weren’t here this time.

“She wouldn’t.” Is all he says.

“You sure about that, buddy? You’re an old ass man. She’s a hot ass fucking babe, ten out of ten. She’s going to leave you sooner or better.”

“She won’t.” Daryl grits through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Negan puts his hand over his heart. “I did, didn’t I?”

“No.”

“I could see why you’d be bothered by it, shit, I don’t blame ‘ya. She’s way out of your league. Surprised she’s not with that little serial killer- he’s only a few years younger than her, isn’t he? Or even with Rick. At least he’s got something going for him, being the, quite frankly shitty, leader of you guys.”

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh,” Negan shakes his finger. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up, or I will toss you right back into that fucking cage you just came from.”

Daryl sits there, unsure why Negan even called him out there. If it was just to taunt and tease him about you, than he would rather go back into the cell.

“Why am I out here?”

“I got bored. Decided to take the shit out of ‘ya in a different way than torture. I gotta say, this is way more fucking entertaining.” Negan laughs. “I’m just busting your balls, you can relax. I think its damn cool you can score someone like that. Even in the apocalypse. Shit, I’d even go as far as sayin’ I’m proud of ‘ya. She seems to really like you, for what reason I have no goddamn idea, but she does.”

“Please let me see her, I need ‘ta see her.” Daryl begged.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ya took Carl here, showed him around. Bring Y/N here.”

“Beggin’ me isn’t gonna do shit.” Negan shook his head. “Dwight!” He yelled, and the man came inside the room.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take him back. Done with him. He’s too goddamn sensitive.”

“No, no, no please, let me see her.” Daryl was about ready to explode, between the anger built up from this conversation with Negan, to that stupid song playing over and over again, to being stuck in isolation.

“Too bad so sad.” Negan waved them off, and gestured for his wives to come back into the room.

“Let’s go.” Dwight forced him back into the cell, pushing him to the ground.

“I want to see Y/N.” Daryl says before the door is closed shut again.

“Sorry, old man.”

The door shuts again, leaving Daryl alone again. His mind is still reeling from the conversation with Negan, making him more upset by the minute. The only thing that calms him down is remembering your voice telling him that you love him, and your beautiful face. You’re the only thing that gets him through the day and that gives him the strength to keep on.

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Me: DAD WTF YOU'RE ALIVE.
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*
This isn’t Stockholm

Summary/Prompt: Imagine you got abducted with Claire, Marcia, and Casey in Split, but you’re not high schoolers - you’re grad students. Your area of study is Psychology with your focus on DID. Can you work with Kevin and all of his identities to survive?

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SPLIT - if you haven’t seen the movie, and want to, don’t read this. Language, abduction, mental disorders, (if you watched Split, it’s all of the content in there).

Word Count: 5695

Notes: I saw Split the other day and was inspired. I am a psychology student so I loved the film and this is how I wish it would’ve ended, haha. If you haven’t seen it, this may be hard to follow what’s happening. beta’d by my best girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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When you, Casey, Claire, and Marcia woke up, you had no idea what happened. You were in the car, when that man had gotten in and–did he spray you? Everything was so fuzzy right now. You sat up as Claire and Marcia gripped each other and Casey sat on the end of the cot you were on. You were closer to Casey than the other girls, but you were all friends none-the-less. It’s hard not to be when you share an apartment for grad school.

Terror was hard to swallow, but in this situation, panicking would get you nowhere. Thinking of all the things that could happen to you, you just pushed the fears down. After Marcia had wet herself to fend off your abductor, Claire had started to suggest to just attack him but Casey didn’t want to. They asked for your vote on the matter and you thought four against one were pretty good odds, but it still scared you regardless.

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Unpopular Opinion:

I actually like Jieun?? Like whoa, crazy how could I with how she treated Bum, right? I should specify. I like her character. She seems realistically human to me and with a manhwa that’s got very little characters who are also all male, like, I like her? 

She is so fucking in love with Sangwoo that she nose dives straight into anger and irritation the second he’s brought up because she’s never felt like this towards someone before and it clearly annoys her. I mean, she’s blown up his phone, she snaps whenever one of her friends tease her about him being late  and gives shit to a handicapped guy who’s taking away the attention that she wants so badly. She’s acting like a middle schooler experiencing their first crush and it’s totally realistic for someone who seems like they’ve never fallen in love before. 

Y’all can hate her all you want, I get it. She was totally a cunt to Bum, so I understand where the hates coming from, but man I can’t bring myself to hate her.

Run Me Wild

Based on this prompt: “Phil has a nipple kink and has trained Dan to have Dan’s nipples so sensitive that simply twisting them gently or having anything rub on them can make him climax? Maybe Phil could be a Dom and Dan would be a sub if that helps?”

(Sorry it’s such a bad title - I’m completely stuck for one :( )

WN: nipple kink, dom!Phil and sub!Dan, toys, swearing

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Sherlock Vday challenge Day 14

Sherlock x reader

Note: so with all my belated prompt, I still managed to finish this one right in time xD Here is, for you, the last prompt for @prettyxlittlexwriter‘s Sherlock Vday challenge, it’s been an amazing two weeks, everyone has written some wonderful fics, it was amazing!

The last prompt was “Happy Valentine’s day Sherlock Holmes.”, a prompt which I had lots of fun to write, no matter how short it is.

Happy Valentine’s day everyone <3 <3 <3 and Enjoy!



It was a cold and rainy day, the droplets almost becoming snow in the chilly winter wind. She was peacefully walking downtown, simply enjoying her loneliness, avoiding everyone she could as she made her way to her favourite flower shop.

The wind chime happily jingled as she opened the door, announcing her entrance to the owner of the small shop.

“Ah Miss Y/L/N! Let me make your usual bouquet.” Smiled the woman who came from behind the counter, as she recognized her regular client.

“Yes please.” Answered the client, wandering around the shop, smelling certain flowers, staring in awe at others.

“Your man must be very lucky to have someone like you, bringing him a violet every month and a full bouquet on Valentine’s day… It usually is the other way around you know…”

“I do,” she answered, brushing an amaryllis with her finger, “it’s simply an old habit.”

“I see.” Smiled the woman, once again. “Are you two planning on something for Valentine’s day?”

Y/N stayed silent for a good minute, thinking about her answer.

“Not that I know, spending the evening together is enough for us.”

“Here you go, a bouquet of African violets for you dear!” said the woman, handing her a gorgeous bluish purple bouquet orned with honeysuckles as she approached.

“It’s lovely!” she exclaimed, taking it. “How much do I owe you?”

“You? Nothing dear, it’s a gift on the house for our most faithful customer!” gently exclaimed the vendor. “Now go and have a nice evening with the lucky man!”

“Thank you so much Mrs Harley, you’re the best!” smiled the woman as she exited the shop.

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“Sorry, I’m a bit late Sherlock.” Apologized Y/N, “I forgot the watch the time this afternoon.” She smiled.

“I brought you something!” she showed him the bouquet.

“Did you saw John today? He had a date with a nurse this evening, he looked so happy.”, she sat beside him, leaning against him.

“You know which day it is today, don’t you…” she whispered, “It’s Valentine’s day.” a tear rolled down her cheek.

“How long has it been since the last time I said I love you?” she sighed, another tear rolling down.

Looking at the sky, she stayed silent, crying.

“I love you, you know…”

Grey clouds were obstruing the view.

“Shucks… I would have loved to watch the sunset with you today…”

The night was falling, the outside lamps lighting up in the obscurity.

“Or maybe even the stars…”

A cold wind was blowing from the north. She shivered.

“I won’t be able to stay much longer today…”

She turned to him and placed the bouquet on the ground, in front of him, tears still cascading down her cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Sherlock Holmes.” she said, pressing her head against the cold rock of the gravestone, now sobbing softly.

“I miss you…”

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GoT Sid getting pregnant with Geno's baby and just parading around in nothing but a thin robe to show his growing bump made by his amazing husband

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Ahhh I need more GoT sid in danger! Like how worried would Geno be? Would he know sid could handle it? Like is Geno in a meeting and the bandit bursts in with a knife at Sid’s throat, taunting him bc of Sid’s clothes or does he send a message to Geno with his demands and G just loses it and is frantic with worry?

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I was recently made fun of for being single by one of my friends who is never single. I told her that I was just waiting for someone.

She then proceeds to make fun of me because I don’t take any chances and I just wait for a man.

Might I say that I am a girl that has been rejected so many times that I now have an irrational fear of speaking up about my feelings​.

I want to bring awareness to two things:
1.) Never let anyone push you down because of your choices. Be yourself and do what you want.
2.) Don’t let your fears stop you from going forwards. Accomplish big things without any fear.

Thank you for reading.

Barba and The Beast

In retrospect, you may have overreacted. But then when have feelings ever made a person act rationally?

It all started last week when you and Rafael attended one of his fancy functions. It was a gala hosted by the bar association, yet another opportunity for Rafael to network and advance his career. Rafael always asked you to join him, and you tried your best to at least make an appearance because you knew it would help him.

For the most part, you didn’t mind standing at his side as he schmoozed his way around the room, but on this day, he didn’t seem to need your presence, having found several Harvard colleagues, he had drifted away.

Thus, you found myself standing in a corner of the room talking to the esteemed Mrs. Sophia Edwards, a woman that could really only be described as a trophy wife. You were only half listening to Mrs. Edwards’ brainless banter, as in a spate of self-pity, you were imagining your future as a senseless spouse.

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Well, Fuck

Prompt: you think you’re pregnant but the test comes back negative. Yo go on about your life, until Cas takes you from a hunt and tells you some life changing news.

Warnings: none i don’t think

Pairings: Sam x reader, (y/n)

*gifs are not mine*

 

    You hear the ding that announces your presence to the bored looking clerk sitting at the counter as you open the door and scan the isles for the item you’re looking for, pregnancy tests. You look around a little longer and finally find what you’re looking for in the back corner of the store. You grab three boxes and make your way to the check out counter. As he’s scanning your items the cashier gives you a weird glance. You look at him as you pay  and roll your eyes, collecting your things and walking back to the motel you and the boys were currently staying in.

 Once you’re there you quickly walk into the bathroom and lock the door in case the boys come back while you’re in the bathroom. You quickly do your business and place the test on the counter and wait. After waiting three minutes you pick it up and only see one line. “Thank you Chuck” you whisper in relief. You and Sam had talked about starting a family before but, it was just talk. You both knew you couldn’t have a baby in this life. Hell, you could barely have each other. You throw the evidence away and exit the bathroom. Noticing the boys still aren’t back yet, you lay on the bed and take a nap. You were happy that your worst fears had been denied, but man you could really go for a pickle right now. Your period must be close. That was the last thought you had before drifting off to sleep.


     You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing right next you your head. “Hello?” you snap grumpily, upset that someone woke you from your nap. You had been getting less sleep than usual lately, and that’s for a hunter. “whoa, sweetheart. I was just calling to tell you that me and sleeping beauty over here  are on the way back to the motel now. Man, you missed out too. lots of blood.” Dean tells you with a chuckle. You’d stayed behind to take your pregnancy tests . You didn’t want to worry Sam, in case it was nothing. “ yeah, yeah. Hey! will you bring back a jar of pickles? please? I really want one right now” you ask him. “alright fine. we’ll stop on our way back” her tells you. You guys say your goodbyes before hanging up. you realize you left the other boxes of pregnancy tests on the counter and quickly go into the bathroom to retrieve them before one of the boys find them. You walk out into the main area of the motel room and stuff them in your bag. You might need them in the future.

    After a few minutes if laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, you hear keys jingling outside your door and reach under your pillow and grab the gun underneath it. Cocking the gun, you sit up and face the door, ready for whatever is on the other side.  Once you realize its just Sam and Dean you Lower the gun and un-cock it and return it to its hiding spot under your pillow. “scared?” Sam asks sarcastically as  he walks over to you and kisses your forehead. “no.” you answer stubbornly, crossing you arms trying to look mad but, in Sams eyes you just look like a pouty child. “oh, I got your pickles” he says, holding up a jar. Your mood instantly brightens as you jump up to grab the jar. You end up needing help opening the jar, but after Sam opens it you grab one in each hand and sit at the table happily munching on your pickles.

    A few days later you and the boys have found another case. Currently, you’re sitting at the crappy motel table with Sams laptop in your lap. You and Sam are trying to figure out what you guys were dealing with while Dean was getting food. You’d had another strange craving, this time you really wanted tacos and crushed ice. You were starting to wonder what was with all these weird cravings. Your period had still neglected to show up. Before you could think anymore about the topic Dean came through the doors with your tacos and ice and he sat them down in front of you, gave Sam his, and unwrapped his own burger and took a bite out of it.

   You continued your research as you ate and after a few minutes you found a connection linking the victims to each other. Your head shoots up “I got it!” you exclaim, happy you were able to connect the dots.  "every person on this list was killed by their spouse, who suddenly started acting weird. Spouses claim it never happened" you tell them.  You can see the wheels turning in their heads now. “Shape Shifter” They conclude at the same time. “stop that…. It’s weird” you say eyeing the both of them. Sam gives you a bitch face before speaking “alright, we know what we’re hunting.  now where would it be?” Sam asks, thinking out loud. After a few more minutes of researching the town you were in you learned it was all with in 5 miles of this old abandon warehouse. After you show the boys, you all grab your stuff and head out the door in the direction of the warehouse.

    20 minutes later, the three of you are trying to get inside the building with out being seen. You and Sam went around to the back and try to get in that way while Dean tried the front door. Once the two of you are inside the building you hear a loud crash and a shout that sounded like Deans. You and Sam run toward the sounds you just heard and see Dean fighting with someone who looked like the latest victims husband. The two of you take off toward the shifter and attack him. Before anything fun can happen you’re suddenly back at the motel. ‘what the fuck? why am I here?’ you think, looking up seeing  Cas standing right next to you.  "that was not good idea" he said, seemingly reading your mind. “why is it not a good idea?” you ask him, confused.

   "Because, you’re with child" he tells you. You sit there, staring at him for a few moments. You were shocked. “but, that can’t be true. I took a test, it was negative” you say. You weren’t sure you could believe him. “I am serious (Y/N), I can sense it growing inside you.”  "How is this possible? we were always so careful" you say, beginning to freak out.  "I do believe you bought one of those things that test this stuff at the doctors the about a month ago, didn’t you?“ he asks, tilting his head like he always does when he doesn’t understand something. "I did.” You say coming to the realization that this is all very possible. “how am I supposed to tell Sam? I don’t even know if he wants this anymore. I don’t even know how far along I am.” you’re seriously starting to freak out now. “from what I can tell, you’re only about a month along”  he tells you. “well, Fuck!” you exclaim as You lay down on the bed, covering your face with your arm, attempting to calm yourself down. “isn’t that how you got in this situation in the first place?”  Cas asks you,humorously. You lift your arm and glare at him and his smile drops. “if it is any consolation I do know Sam wants a baby. He never knew how to tell you, but I hear his thoughts about it.”

      It was silent until the boys came back to the motel after finishing the hunt.  When Sam walked in, the look of concern on his face changed to that of relief when he laid eyes on you, then shifted to confusion when he realized who was sitting there “what happened to you?” Sam asked, rushing to you, checking your body for injuries. “nothing, I’m fine. Cas just had something to tell me” you tell him nervously, glancing to Cas who takes the hint. “Dean let’s give them some privacy. they have something important to talk about.” he says, dragging the older Winchester out of the motel and to baby. “something important? (Y/N)? What is he talking about?”  "ummmm…“ you start nervously. "I’m pregnant?” you tell him, even though it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “w-what?” he asks his voice breaking as he speaks. “Yes, I’m pregnant”  you tell him with tears of joy beginning to fall from your eyes. “I’m going to be a father?” he asks you tears gathering in his eyes too. You nod your head yes,afraid you wouldn’t be able to speak. “this is amazing” he says, getting down eye level with your stomach and starting to speak to it. “hey little one. It’s your Daddy. I love you so much, even if I just found out about you. I love your mom a lot too. She’s great You’ll love her” he says. You watch him with so much love in your eyes. You wish for it never to end. “ it’s really early right now. Cas said I’m about a month along, but I figured you needed to know.” you say as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “that just means we have extra time to prepare for this” he tells you. A few hours later, Dean and Cas come back with food for you all from the diner down the road. Cas had told Dean what was going on while they were out. You all sat around eating And laughing with each other and somehow, you knew, in the end everything would turn out great. You could feel it. You finally felt whole for the first time in a long time.

so in one of the newer anti moments, there’s this frame where anti looks scared, right?

what if it’s because of dark?

anti has been given the spotlight for a good amount of time. he held back, but finally he’s come out of his shell (for halloween of course). dark has been dormant for probably about as long, but didn’t make any attempts to get out until now. anti had the lights on him, he had all the attention, and that’s just what he wanted.

but now he’s got competition. bigger and better competition. sure, it’s a matter of opinion which one is better, but there no denying that dark is more careful and calculated than anti. anti acts impulsively, doing what he wants, when he wants. dark, on the other hand, thinks through his plans, and boy has he had a lot of time to think. he may be a patient man, but a man can only wait so long when he has forever. whatever dark is planning, whether that’s just this silly date or something darker, it scares anti. anti and dark are usually pulled out by popular demand. when he didn’t come around for halloween, there was a bit of an outrage. perhaps anti’s little “mistake” comment wasn’t about him or anything else (I’m not sure what people think it’s about) but it was about us bringing dark back. does dark scare him…?

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Yo girls, selena stans on twitter are actually fucked up. Someone made a thread called "why selena gomez is the next martin Luther kind, jr: a thread" like ????????? Drag them please sis because I'm black and that just made me mad how they compared a powerful man who fought for his peoples rights, who was killed by a stupid ignorant white man just because he was bringing change for black people.

I know omg how disgusting I saw that. And now I’m going to go drag them on insta where a lot of people can see 😜

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It was only for a split second, but that’s all it took for him to see her in the smiling face of the woman next to him. Toshinori knew they weren’t the same person. Of course not, but he just couldn’t help it. Tears began to slowly fall from his face. He quickly moved to cover his face with his hands. 

She was confused as to why that action had cause him to suddenly shed tears. Usually a smile would bring someone joy, but this certainly was not the case for Toshinori. Inko wanted to comfort him, but she was afraid any kind of physical action could suddenly cause the shaking man to completely close off from her. She decided maybe she can use her words instead. 

She slowly spoke, “I..I’m sorry, did I…did I do something–” 

“…No,” he choked out “that’s not it. Just…just give me a minute, please…” 

And so she waited. 

@rex101111 This was gonna be happy and cute, but it turned into this instead oops Also I apologize for taking so long with answering. This was basically the reason why I took forever ahaha I don’t know why I wrote this I’m not a writer whatsoever, but I wanted to give everyone some context as to what the heck was happening so I wrote this on the spot. 

dreamsinparadise  asked:

Hey dear! Here's a fanfic prompt if you wanna do it :3 "MC with a abusive (physical... mental, you choose) dad and lord's way to help MC." You can choose whichever lord of your choice for this prompt, Hope you can write this good luck!

Sonyaaa. Thank you for sending a prompt~ (´。• ω •。`) ♡ I’m sorry for taking so long! I also apologize if this wasn’t what you expected. I didn’t name the lord, but I wonder if you could guess who I had in mind while writing this :3


Word count: 957
Warning: Hints of alcohol addiction and physical abuse
A/N: The last line kinda makes no sense, but I didn’t know how else to ~translate~ it. X’D


“He’s here again,” the restaurant owner says, entering the kitchen.

“Ah… I’m still in the middle of cooking something,” you reply, busying yourself with the pot in front of you. The owner puts a hand on her waist and raises an eyebrow. “You know he’s going to ask for you. Besides, I can have someone else finish that.”

“Right,” you sigh, resigning yourself to your fate.

“He ordered the usual. Bring them out when they’re ready.”

 —– 

“Here is your order, sir. Please enjoy the food,” you smile and bow politely.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling back. “Care to join me?”

“Oh, I…” you mumble awkwardly.

“I already asked permission from the owner. She said you could use a short break.”

“She did?” You turn your head towards the counter. Sure enough, the owner was looking at you with a mischievous expression on her face.

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The perfection of having a hotwife

Among people who know our fantasies and activities, the question is often how we got here. Honestly, we’ve been at this point in our sexual relationship from the beginning. I think some people explore alternate lifestyles as a mean of keeping their sex hot, which I think is a fantastic idea. For the two of us, however, we’ve been sharing her from very early in our relationship. Some people assume it’s from a position of weakness, but on the contrary - our sex together, stand alone, is very fulfilling and adventurous on its own, without inviting anyone else. Honestly, I enjoy giving my wife the room to explore her desires and fantasies because I want her to experience every pleasure she can imagine - and let’s be honest - even if I’m a fantastic lover and attentive to her needs - there’s just so much fun to be had out there. We have both embraced that life is too short to skip out on any pleasure.

Our rules were once a little more strict than they are now, but we’ve found that the more we explore this fantasy, the adventures tend to be much more intense when the rules are limited. We love each other endlessly, and all we require from one another is complete honesty. The rest is left to what the adventure brings.

As the husband, I can honestly say the two things that turn me on the most are when my wife is horny beyond her control, and when she’s pleased beyond her desires. This is where the intense arousal comes from seeing her go out and pursue someone for nothing more than her own pleasure, relaying back to me every dirty detail. I love being at home or work when she’s chasing her fantasies. She likewise loves to tease me, and watch me get more horny with each text as she also has the attention and desire of another man. Watching her is equally as exciting, there are no words to explain the exquisite desire I have more my wife when I see her being pleased by another man.

This life isn’t for everyone, I can say that. There are those tinges of jealousy that make the horniness that much more intense. Personally I love these, and they’ve never created any problems for our relationship. In fact, some of our hottest moments have occurred after she’s come home from one of her adventures.

I sometimes get messages asking advice. I’m happy to share if you’re interested, or try to answer questions. I’ve been trying to get @daddysgirl7790 to write out some of her adventures from her point of view, and I’m sure she would be willing to answer questions for any women out there who are interested in this lifestyle. We always joke we’re going to write a book about having the perfect sex life when you’re married. I’m just not sure most people are ready for the answers.

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I swear dylan is trying to kill us. That trailer was so hot and badass at the same damn time. I can't wait to actually see the movie. I'll have to bring a drool bucket more than likely. God our boy has grown up so much. Hoech must be so proud of his man

I CAN’T DEAL WITH ANYTHING RIGHT NOW

I AM DYING

I SAW THE MOTHERFUCKING TRAILER SOMEONE FILMED AND I WAS LIKE EH I CAN DEAL

I COULD NOT DEAL

I COULD NOT, N O T, NOT!!! DEAL

AT ALL

I’M LOST IN THE VALLEYS BETWEEN THOSE MUSCLES 

I WILL NEVER BE FOUND

PLEASE RESURRECT ME WHEN THE MOVIE COMES OUT

HERE RESTS ANDI, SEND DYLAN THE FUNERAL BILL

Fort Day

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Summary: Forts and cuddles

Warnings: too much fluff?

My Masterlist

He walks through the door, tense. Exhaustion is evident in the way he moves. After two weeks of back to back missions, even he feels sore in the depths of his bones. The soldier moves to set down his go-back when he hears footsteps fast approaching. He doesn’t even have to look when he turns around and sweeps her off her feet, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Inhaling deeply, he mutters “I missed you so much” to her shaking frame. “I bet I missed you more” she whispers, trying not to disturb the moment. They stay wrapped around each other until their anxiousness has settled. He’s the first to pull away, needing to see her beautiful face. “Always needing to one up me” he smiles. He can feel more than hear her giggles, “I thought that was one of the reasons you loved me Bucky?”. His response is instantaneous “One of millions, doll”.

She smiles, shifts out of his grip and takes his hand, leading them to the living room. “I think you deserve a break” she says as he fully sees the living room. The small space has been transformed. Blankets are held up to look like cave and littered with blankets and pillows. A tray to the side holds all of their favorite snacks and drinks. The TV has been set lower so they can see it from the padded floor and the only lights are the fairy lights that line the entrance to the cave. “What’s all this?” Bucky questions as he takes it all in. “It’s a fort Buck, they had these back in the day right old man?” she teases as if it’s obvious. “Yes, we had forts. I’m old but not that old. I mean why did you make one in our living room?” he counters the banter. “You’ve been gone so long and you’re exhausted, always trying to save the world. I thought I’d kidnap you and make you relax. We’re not leaving this fort until you’ve seen all of Star Wars.” His eyes soften more if possible and a loving smile crosses his face, “another reason added to the list. I love you (Y/n)”. “I love you too” she smiles as she leads him down to the blanketed fort. She watches as Bucky positions himself comfortably and then snuggles into his side and the pillows. “Just so you know, if you don’t like these movies, we’re gonna have to break up” she says as she presses play. “So much pressure, I thought the whole point of fort day was to take relax (Y/N)” he jokes. “Fort day, I like it.” “Then that’s what we’ll call it, doll” he mutters, pressing a kiss to her temple.


Since that day, the fort has been sacred to them. He built one for her when her childhood dog passed away. She built him one when he hadn’t slept in a week because the nightmares were particularly bad. When she had gotten sick, and when he had almost lost Steve on a mission. It was a thing of comfort, but also joy. They built one together to celebrate her promotion, to cuddle with each other when work kept them separated, and when he had gotten most of his memories back.


“Bucky, this better be important.” she shouts as she gets home from the big dinner party at her firm. She had gotten all dressed up and was so excited to go. Work had been brutal lately and she was stressed all the time, this would be a way to relieve that stress and see Bucky all dressed up. She hid her disappointment well when he told her last minute that he was needed on a mission, kissed him and left alone. Panic arose in her chest when he texted her in the middle, telling her to come home now. She’s still a little frantic as she enters the living room and her breath is taken away. The living room had been transformed into the fort again, only this time there were more string lights and candles lit the room. Dozens of her favorite flowers lined the walls in crystal vases. In the center stood Bucky, handsome in her favorite suit, hair pulled back low in a bun, and scruff just the way she preferred. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes as she watched Bucky walk closer and take her hands.

“You look beautiful tonight. You look beautiful every night, even when you’re just in my shirt and we’re laying around and not doing anything.”

“Bucky” she whispers, her voice caught in her throat.

“You know there are literally millions of reasons why I love you. You are sweet and compassionate. You’re a little spitfire who will stop at nothing to bring light and goodness into the world. You are funny and sarcastic and make the best cookies. And, I’ll never understand why someone like you has chosen to love someone like me. I love how you see the good man in me and remind me of it, even on the worst days. There hasn’t been a day that passes where I don’t thank the universe for bringing you into my life and for loving me irregardlessly. And I would be a fool for not keeping you here, with me, for as long as you’ll have me.” He fidgets in his pocket for a moment and then gets down on one knee. “(Y/N), please doll, will you marry me?”.

She lets out a sob before she falls onto her knees as well and throws her arms around his broad shoulders and kisses him over and over again. “I’ll take that as a yes then?” he chuckles. “Yes” she repeats in between kisses.


The fort was back up and under the blankets, snuggled tightly next to one another, the Barnes’ watched the movie half asleep. “I totally do not get it, how is he now on their side?” (Y/n) questions. “Doll, they realized that he was only working for the bad side because he was being blackmailed and helped him get his family back. It took them literally 15 minutes of the movie, you fell asleep” he chuckles as he looks down at her with amusement in his eyes. “Yeah, well… I’ve got nothing. I’m exhausted, my brain won’t function and it’s all because of you Barnes.”.

“Me? How is it my fault Barnes?” he teases, eyes lighting up every time he calls her that.    

“Because I will not take full responsibility for this. I don’t think I can.” she whispers the last part as she gestures to Bucky’s chest.

“Yeah, she’s pretty perfect. I’ll take some ownership” he whispers in awe as he strokes down the curled up, sleeping infant’s back.

“She’s more than perfect. We made the best human being on this plant Bucky”

“Another thing to add to the ever growing list of reasons doll”.


Author notes: Just dipping my toes into the writing pond. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and thought maybe I could post it. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. I’m also new to posting so I’m not sure how good the format is. Thank you so much for reading! ~J

nothing makes me laugh more than the effect one punch man had on mainstream western shounen anime fans

like whenever you bring up one punch man usually the first thing that happens is someone indignantly says HE CANT BEAT GOKU, PLEASE SEE MY MEME ON FACEBOOK WHERE ONE PUNCH MAN GETS BEAT UP BY GOKU

the combination of them not understanding that OPM is a comedy thats not meant to be taken seriously and the weird offense they take is just so bizarre. people react to OPM as if someone just insulted their mother.