Patton takes his three kids to collect mulberries.
Roman hopped onto the fence and scaled its height to grab
the overhead branches. Bending some down, he picked the abundant black berries
within his reach and let go, letting the branch spring back into place. The
loose mulberries he hadn’t managed to collect flung off and hailed downwards,
splattering his brother’s face with purple from above.
“Hey!” Virgil shouted from the ground, glaring up at him
from where he was gathering his own berries.
Roman only stuck his tongue out at him and moved along the fence,
balancing precariously as he edged towards a thin branch full of ripe fruit. He
stretched his hand out and his fingers brushed it as he leant further and
further over the fence. He almost had it, he just needed-
“Roman Sanders, what on earth
do you think you’re doing?!”
Because I’m graduating in ten days and having some feelings
Ten days till graduation and Jack
should be happy. But he’s not.
In theory, everything is perfect.
He’s got a job lined up after he graduates, his dream job, playing in the NHL
with the Falconers. He found an apartment already, furnished and ready for him
as soon as graduation is over. All that’s left is packing up what few
belongings he has in the Haus and heading off to start his new life.
The future stretches ahead of him
like a highway, freshly paved and smooth and straight. Jack knows exactly what’s
going to happen, for once in his life he’s in control of his destiny. It should
calm him. But it doesn’t.
He takes a long look around his
room and sighs. He’s going to miss this place, this poorly-built Haus that’s
falling apart at the seams. It’s hardly a suitable place for anyone to live,
much less several full-grown hockey players, but it’s a home. It’s the first
home he ever found for himself.
Bittle is across the hall singing
some Beyonce song, or maybe it’s Rihanna or Taylor Swift. It all sounds the
same to Jack, although sometimes he guesses wrong on purpose just to see Bittle
laugh. Come to think of it, he does a lot of things just to see Bittle laugh.
Ten days till graduation and Jack
should be happy. But he’s in love, and he’s leaving. That’s how it goes, he
reminds himself. It’s time to move on from college and start a new life in the
NHL. But he knows that when he goes, he’ll leave most of his heart at Samwell
with the team, with Bittle.
Jack packs some of his books into
another box and wonders how he never realized this until now.
ya’ll are really tryna say that hunk isn’t being treated like a human being because he likes food??
miss me with that shit let fat characters like food,,, if you actually paid attention to hunk as a character you would know he is way more than food?? like how not only does he love food but he’s actually a skilled cook and an engineer,,,
and in the comics literally they weren’t even making fun of him,,, they used food as a motivator and it worked and as someone who fucking loves food if i was promised pie at the end of a maze I’d fucking fly through that shit so yeah i’m so sick of seeing ya’ll bashing hunk and the writers for him liking food??? maybe if any of ya’ll actually focused on hunk during the show instead of just seeing him as a discourse peice ya’ll would actually get that he is WAY more than just food?? :)))
Okay so Kenma’s seiyuu, the adorable Yūki Kaji ♡(you can see my bias there), has a really cute but somehow soothing singing voice. I have a headcanon that Kenma can sing exactly like him (for obv reasons) and here are some things that I’d headcanon to follow this headcanon:
-Kuroo has known since they were kids that Kenma’s voice was amazing and begged him to sing for him whenever possible.
-Kenma sings Kuroo back to sleep when he has a bad dream. Just random lullabies. Kuroo just falls asleep totally entranced by his gorgeous voice. Of course Kenma is still pretty shy about it so only Kuroo knew he could sing at that time.
-When Kuroo has bad days, Kenma can tell. He just hugs him from behind and sings.
-Kuroo says it makes his heart fly and cuddles him like “Kenmaaaaaa you saved me.”
-“Kuro, you’re embarassing stop.” He doesn’t really mean it.
-I feel like he would sound amazing singing Kenshi Yonezu’s(I love Hachi ok) Eine Kleine. The lyrics are so moving, coupled by that beautiful voice, it brings people to tears.
-Yaku cries the first time he hears it when Kenma sings to him after a bad breakup.
–“My son is an angel what even.”
-The whole team finally realizes what an amazing voice he has and they’re all in awe.
-Kuroo has a smug grin.
-So Kenma ends up being the one to soothe the members of Nekoma when they’re having a rough time or like when Lev’s cat died or Inuoka’s was having a panic attack.
-Inuoka cried and gave him a big comfy hug when he sang for him. He awkwardly hugged back and whispered comforting words.
-After he sang for Lev, Lev got down on one knee and proposed. Kuroo promptly kicked him in the ass.
-One night during the training camp in Shinzen, while Akaashi and Kenma are sitting together and talking (Bo and Kuro are harassing Tsukki and doting on Hinata. Rip Lev), Akaashi lets out a deep sigh and tells Kenma his Akaashi Problems™(First rate Akaashi-only worries). Kenma soothes him by rubbing comforting circles on his back and sings Days by Jin(Shizen no Teki-P) ft.Lia (Hello I am Kagepro trash)
And wow Akaashi’s face turns like 50 shades of red.
-“Kenma.. your voice… you… I… sing for me more often please I beg you… I just need to hear your voice again wow.”
-He’s never seen Akaashi plead so hard so he sighs and complies.
-Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukki and Hinata come out when they hear the gorgeous song and voice. (Lev is ded on the ground of Gym 3 because Kuroo is R00D and demanding when it comes to Lev)
-Bokuto’s mouth just falls open like.
-“Bro… we’re so lucky bro…” and tears up because Akaashi and Kenma are sitting next to each other smiling while Kenma sings and it’s too much for him.
-Kuroo almost passes out but catches himself and plasters a wobbly grin.
-“That’s my Kenma.”
-Hinata gets all excited like
-“EEEE KENMA’S VOICE IS SO PRETTY!”
-Tsukishima doesn’t say much but you know he likes it to by his flushed cheeks.
-One point in the camp, Nishinoya gets a deep cut on his leg and is sooo down about it, so Yaku gets Kenma to sing for him. (With a promise of apple pie.)
-Noya is just wide eyed and “KENMA-SAN IS AN ANGEL.” and sobs onto Kenma’s shoulder (Kenma gently pushes him into Yaku’s much more welcoming arms.)
-Needless to say everyone has fallen in love with his voice.
-Kenma thinks he should charge people ¥300 per song or something with all these requests… he needs that new Ace Attorney Spirit of Justice game after all.
I tried to control the sound of my footsteps as I stalked
along the hallway of the cabin, my heart pounding in my chest. I heard Dean’s heavy
footsteps and I smiled to myself, running into my bedroom to hide in my closet.
“Sweetheart,” Dean called out, his voice rough. “Oh c’mon
baby, I’m not mad that you ate my pie, promise.” Dean said his voice laced with
that thick charm he could put on with ease. I held my breath as Dean’s footsteps
stopped outside my door, praying that he couldn’t hear my pounding heart. “Y/N,
please come out.” Dean practically begged and I felt my knees weaken, he knew I
loved it when he begged. “1, 2, Dean’s
coming for you!” He chimed out and I bit my lip to keep from laughing out
I heard his footsteps head off to Sammy’s room-who was gone
to get Dean more pie-and I huffed, wondering why he hadn’t found me yet. I
slowly opened the closet door and felt as a pair of arms wrapped around me,
causing me to turn around and nearly deck the figure when I saw it was Dean.
“Whoa, it’s just me!” Dean said a smirk on his face when I
“Man, I was hoping I got you.” I admitted, sighing in defeat
when Dean lifted my face up to look at him.
“You forget sweetheart, that I do this stuff for a living.”
Dean said and I glared at him playfully, causing him to chuckle. I ran my hands
down his shirt, feeling his muscles tense underneath as I gave him a pout.
“Baby, I’m sorry that I ate your pie, it looked so good though.
It was my favorite too and you weren’t sharing. I’ll do anything to make it up
to you if you want me to.” I said, watching as Dean’s eyebrows rose and he
licked his lips at the thought of me fulfilling my word.
asked, his voice low as I nodded my head and he smirked. I removed myself from
his grasp, walking to the bathroom as I pulled my shirt over my head and threw
it to the floor. I felt Dean’s eyes burning into me and I smiled as I
unbuttoned my pants, shimmying out of them and tossing them aside. Good thing I
decided on red lace underwear today, Dean’s favorite.
“Are you coming?” I asked Dean, smiling when he followed
after me, removing his shirt quickly.
“Hell yeah I am.” He answered, quickly pulling me into the
bathroom before shutting the door.
“So is that how you were going to make it up to me?” Dean
said, his eyes shining as he looked at my naked form on the bed as he walked
over and laid down beside me. I smiled and cuddled up to him, taking comfort in
the warmth his body gave off to me.
“That’s part of how I planned to,” I explained before
straddling Dean, feeling as he hardened instantly. I leaned down and bit at his
ear, hearing as his breathing caught. “I want to make it up to you in other
ways too, if that’s okay?” I whispered, lowering myself onto Dean causing him
“Baby, you can do whatever you want.” He moaned out and I
smirked. I started to ride him and felt as Dean grabbed my hips, his fingertips
digging into my skin. I moved against him and he reached up to cup my breast,
taking his index finger and thumb and rolling my hard nipples. I groaned as pleasure
radiated from there, stimulating my area down below. Dean pulled me down to him
and took a nub in his mouth, licking at the area and I moaned out. I moved
harder against Dean and I watched as his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he
kept working his tongue.
“Oh God, Dean.” I squeaked out, feeling as he pounded into
me, taking full control now. I cried out as he slapped my ass and I felt my
orgasm coming in waves. Pleasure overtook my body and I collapsed against him
as he finished as well, calling out my name. We finished and he laid beside me,
pulling me into him and I tried my best to keep from laughing but to no avail.
“What? Normally I don’t take it as a good sign when laughing
happens after sex.” Dean said, looking down at me with a teasing smile.
“No, it’s nothing. I just thought about what you said
earlier, and looks like I made you come after me in more ways than one.” I said
and Dean gave me a look that said ‘really?’ before hitting me with a pillow,
“I love you, damn it.” He said, kissing me lightly on the
lips as I laughed.
Bruce knocked on the door to Dick’s bedroom and poked his head in. It was well after noon on Saturday, and even this was getting late for the boy to sleep in. Besides, Bruce had plans for them to spend the day together. Halloween was coming up, and Alfred had suggested that this year they might actually do something.
“Hey Dicky, you in here?” he asked.
Dick looked up from where he was sitting on his bed, a book in his lap. From the angle he held it, Bruce couldn’t tell if it was a school book or not.
“Hey B, what’s up?”
Bruce smiled at him, “I was thinking we could take a trip to a pumpkin patch and pick out some good carving pumpkins today. Alfred’s got all the stuff to get them ready, plus he’s promised to make pumpkin pie.”
Dick frowned and played with some of the pages on his book, “I was kinda planning on reading today.”
Bruce didn’t frown, but his smile slipped. It wasn’t like Dick to choose reading over something outdoors related, even if he was engrossed in the book. He’d hoped that the two of them would have fun choosing pumpkins, and that Dick might tire himself out a bit running through the patch searching for the perfect one to carve a face into.
“That’s alright. Maybe when you’ve finished we can go?” Bruce suggested.
Dick winced and sighed, “I don’t really want to go to the pumpkin patch B. Carving pumpkins isn’t my thing.”
That was fine, Bruce decided. It didn’t matter that Bruce was sure Dick would love getting messy carving pumpkins, there were plenty of other fall activities they could do.
“That’s fine, Chum. It’s getting close to Halloween, and Alfred says you haven’t picked a costume yet, what do you think about doing that today?”
Dick looked away from him and shrugged, “I don’t really want to dress up.”
Something was wrong with Dick. Bruce was sure of it now. Dick not wanting to dress up was akin to him telling Bruce he didn’t want to patrol ‘just because’.
“You feeling okay?”
Dick shrugged again, “I’m alright, just not in the Halloween mood.”
Bruce stepped into the room and sat down on the bed next to him, “Is that a today thing?” he asked.
Dick frowned at him, “What do you mean?”
“Alfred says you haven’t really wanted to do anything fall related lately. You told him you had homework when he asked if you wanted to help him bake.”
Dick pressed his lips together and shrugged again.
Bruce shifted closer to him, understanding, “You had traditions with your parents?”
Dick’s lip started to quiver and Bruce reached out a hand to pull his ward close to him in a side hug. Dick didn’t waste any time burying his face in Bruce’s side, a choked sob opening up the path for tears to pour out.
“I miss ‘em.” His voice came out muffled and thick, and twisted Bruce’s heart.
He tightened his grip, looping the other arm around Dick’s back to pull him closer. Dick didn’t cry for long, sniffling and pulling back after only a minute. Bruce wouldn’t have minded holding him longer, but it seemed like his kid was trying to pull himself together.
“I’m okay.” He said, running the back of his hand under his nose before knuckling his eyes to try to clear away the tears.
He sniffed again and looked up at Bruce, “All this celebrating reminds me of what we used to do.”
Bruce brushed a loose tear from his son’s cheek, “How did you guys celebrate in fall?”
Dick shifted, pulling a blanket up and over his knees, “We’d do a fall show. One last hurrah before the whole circus took a break for winter. Everyone dressed up and the whole big top was decorated in cobwebs and spiders.”
Bruce nodded as Dick continued, “Then when everyone was gone we’d have a big bonfire with lots of food and games.” he grinned, “My favorite part were the ghost stories everyone told at the end of the night.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Bruce smiled, “Is-” he paused, “Is there any of that you’d want us to do?”
Dick shook his head, his hair flinging back and forth across his forehead, in a reminder that Bruce should get it cut soon. Long hair was in style, overly long hair was not.
“It wouldn’t be the same.” He shrugged again, this one less defeated and more confused, “I don’t wanna seem like I’m not happy here, or thankful, but–”
“I understand.” Bruce cut him off, “Alfred and I haven’t really done a lot of celebrating over the years, I stopped after I lost my parents.”
He didn’t add that they’d only decided to this year because of Dick. That felt like putting responsibility on him Bruce didn’t want to add. He didn’t want Dick to try and force himself to celebrate because he was expected to. He also didn’t want Dick to think it was dishonoring to still do something.
“Because it was different?”
Bruce nodded, “Yeah. Still, I don’t think we should just do nothing. It is a holiday.”
Dick seemed thoughtful at this, “It would be a shame to let it go uncelebrated.” he agreed, “But what if we do something different, that neither of us did as kids?”
He held back a chuckle at Dick’s suggestion that he, a ten year old, was no longer a kid. “Did you have something in mind?”
The boy crossed his arms and hummed, “Well. I figure you did all the standard stuff as a kid, and I did all the big party stuff. So what if we do something quiet, but also spooky? Except not too spooky because, let’s be honest we do that enough at night.”
Now Bruce did chuckle. He poked Dick’s side, “Get to the point or I’ll drag you to the pumpkin patch and that’ll be our tradition.”
“No B, no.” Dick said, voice serious now, “Pumpkins are terrifying, they’re fruit masquerading as vegetables.” he gave a little shudder as he said it, his eyes wide.
“True,” Bruce agreed, “And Sleepy Hollow doesn’t help their reputation either.”
“That’s it!” Dick shouted, hopping up to stand on the bed and shaking the whole thing in the process.
Bruce grabbed the edge of the bed to keep himself from slipping, “What’s it? And sit down before you fall.”
Dick grinned down at him, “I’ll be fine old man. Anyway, I’ve got the perfect idea.”
“Please don’t tell me it includes scaring Gothamites with pumpkins, if there’s not already a themed villain for that there will be by the end of your crusade.”
Dick gave him a playful scowl, “Nope,” he plopped back down onto the bed so he could look Bruce in the eyes, “We’re gonna have a scary movie marathon. Nothing’s off limits.”
“Some things are off limits.” Bruce said, and Dick rolled his eyes, “But it’s not a bad idea.”
“Okay old man. What about old movies?” Bruce nodded, “And crappy B horror films?” Bruce nodded again, “And that new one that just came out? My friend Becky says some guy cuts his own leg off in it and that there’s so much blood she puked.”
“That’ll be one of those limits.” Bruce said.
Dick sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’d probably get too freaked out by it anyway.” He let himself fall back against his headboard, “This is gonna be amazing.” He sat back up just as fast, “You think Al would want to watch too? We should ask him, that way he doesn’t get bored.”
“I think Alfred would love to join us.”
Dick leaned into Bruce’s side, giving him a quick hug, “Thanks B.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before Dick was up and off the bed, hurrying towards the door.
“Dick, wait. Where are you going?” Bruce asked, turning towards him.
“To tell Alf about our change of plans of course. He needs to prepare himself for tonight.” Dick said, with a grin. Then he was out the door, Bruce smiling after him.
Finding out that you were pregnant wasn’t a surprise. It wasn’t like you or Sebastian where doing anything to protect against it. No condoms nor birth control, yet neither of you brought up even the idea of having a child.
You knew you were pregnant when you woke up one morning and it seemed like everything in you was nauseous and dull. You knew you had to be pregnant. Sebastian finding out was even a better moment.
An: Enjoy lovelies (psst, here’s the fic you asked for sis… I’ll expect that pie you promised asap ;) )
Peter stood in front If his locker, staring into the depths
made of paper and textbooks. The hall was crowded with students- but the noise
didn’t seem to disturb him from his contemplation and none of the bustling
teenagers seemed to notice his dreamy vacant stare, or that he’d been at his
locker for much longer than normal.
- You two met when you were both at the same library researching the same case.
- Your eyes were immediately drawn to him and his were drawn to you.
- You two kept to yourselves though until you both reached for the same book.
- This resulted in the two of you having a conversation and you both let it slip that you’re hunters.
- Instead of one of you telling the other to lay off the case, you decide to work together.
- This irritates Dean, but Sam talks him around.
- Sam and you share the same values.
- This leads the two of you to get on really well.
- You start dating him just after the researching portion of the hunt is over.
- You both read to each other often usually while cuddling.
- He often voices his concern about losing you and then you remind him that that’s never going to happen because you’re careful AND you have him and his brother to watch over you.
- You, Dean, Cas, and Charlie become BFFs.
- Winchester movie nights because yes.
- You two manage to convince Dean that Team Free Will needs a dog.
- This “convincing” was done by bribing him with the promise of him receiving pie at least once a week.
- You and Sam exercise together a lot.
- You two are the definition of couple goals.
- Him skipping hunts when you’re ill to take care of you because you’re his world.
- He tries to get you to incorporate more fresh produce into your diet, although he realizes it’s difficult with the hunter lifestyle.
- You move into the bunker with them.
- You both cuddle a lot.
- Sam and you watch a lot of television and films together.
- Apart from handholding and occasional cheek kisses, he isn’t huge on PDA.
- Once away from prying eyes, he’s super passionate though.
- His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead.
- He gives great hugs.
- You both write each other love notes.
- Dean is simultaneously you and Sam’s number one shipper and semi-disgusted with all of your sickly sweet behavior with him.
- He’s truly happy though to see his brother in a relationship again.
- You and Sam are practically inseparable.
- Sam purposely places important objects high up on shelves so he has an excuse to help you.
- You two end up getting married and it’s all sweet and adorable.
- Sam and you do end up having children and you two manage to give them a mostly normal childhood.
- They call Dean “Uncle Dean” and Cas is “Uncle Cas”.
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I also do not own you.