readers animals

  • Me: Oh coochie coochie coo, waneenee. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy, c'mere my smol baby. Awe look at those eyes and those cheeks, such strong teeth. You're a really beautiful color, did you know.
  • Crocodile: *stares intently at me*
Little Do You Know: 1

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story SummarySoulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay?

Warnings: Addiction, language, brief sexual content, drugs, emotional abuse, Bud being a fucking perv as usual and making women feel uncomfortable

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this, I know its a little slow, but i promise part 2 will have more TJ in it. Shout out to the glorious @plumfondler , without her, this would probably just be another unfinished story in my drafts. If you like it, let me know! I’m currently working on part 2.




You’re fine. You’re fine. You don’t need it.

His voice was something you’d grown used to over the past 5 years.

Maybe just a little bump. Just a little one.

Your soul-mate had an issue with drugs, one that he was trying to overcome, and you’d always get caught in his inner battle to stay sober.

You wished this worked both ways, that you could talk him down from it, it seemed like the only time he could hear you is when he was high.

That, or he was just very good at ignoring you.


It’s going to be okay. You don’t need it. Just breathe.’ You thought, closing your eyes and concentrating, as if doing that would make your message more clear to him, but his voice rang through your mind again.


I need it.’

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Guys My Age

Summary: A fed up reader finds some comfort in a new… friend

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

RatingR ( suggestive material)( age gap?)(alcohol)

Listen to Guys My Age by Hey Violet for full effect

Originally posted by dolorioushaze

Different night. Different bar. Same bullshit, childish excuse from your various dates. This was the third night in a week that you’d been blown off, and you’d had enough. You sat alone in your favorite little black dress at a dimly lit bar, scowling as you scanned the restaurant goers. Tossing back a rum and coke, you hardly even noticed that someone had joined you at the bar.

“Hey, are you alright, miss?”

A gentle voice chimed beside you. Snapping you out of your fog of anger and disappointment, you turned to face the inquiring stranger. Your breath hitched in your chest as you took in his appearance; piercing blue eyes, sharp features, stubble pricking over his jaw, plump lips and an impressive physique clad in a dark suit.

“ Yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks.”

Your words were just above a whisper, and the man had to lean closer in order to hear them. He smiled softly, gaze meeting yours.

“ Okay then. Well, do you mind if I join you…”

“ Y/N.” You piped up. “ My name is Y/N. And not at all. You’re more than welcome to join me. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

A grin spread across his rosey lips.

“ I’m Sebastian, and it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?”

Pink rose to your cheeks at his compliment, and you cleared your throat as he ordered a drink.

“ Got ditched by a date. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”

He quirked an inquiring brow at you from across the top of his glass.

“ Guys my age… suck!”

Sebastian snorted, almost shooting his gin and tonic through his nose. You laughed at this, and he joined after he finished his drink.

“ I mean, who knew that 25 year old guys still act like high school boys?” You continued, “They don’t pick up the tab, they don’t hold open doors or tell you that you like nice… and don’t even get me started on ‘em in the bedroom.”

Sebastian laughed as you giggled, hiding your blush behind a glass.

“ I’m very sorry that you got stood up tonight, Y/N. That fella is really missing out, if it’s any reassurance.”

His voice was low and raspy, and as you looked at him, you noticed that his baby blue eyes had darkened. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you asked,

“ What makes you say that? I’m just an average girl.”

Sebastian chuckled at this, smiling and shaking his head.

“Y/N, there’s not an average thing about you.”

His eyes traveled up your body, tracing every curve until his gaze met yours once again. You could not longer hid the color rising in your cheeks. Butterflies flapped wildly in your ribcage.

“ You’re absolutely beautiful. Cunning. Smart. Funny. If I had it my way, I’d like to show you off to all the boys who passed up the opportunity to know you. Show ‘em what they’re missing.”

You shivered as he place his hand on your thigh, gripping gently at the flesh. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that the entire bar could hear it’s rhythm.

“ W-what are you suggesting, Sebastian?”

Your words were breathless, lips quivering as he smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered,

“ How 'bout I show you what you’ve been missing with an older man? A real man?”

He placed a soft kiss on your neck, raising goosebumps when he sat back, a smug grin playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered. This was an offer you simply could not refuse.

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

Little Do You Know: 2

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader 

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay? 

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, i think that’s it.

A/N:`I hope you all enjoy this part, though it is a bit of a slow burn. I’m pretty happy with how these first two parts have turned out, so if you guys like this, maybe I’ll work on a third part. (:


I have to go.”


As you moved out of his hold, one of the tears you’d been harboring slipping out, falling down your cheek as you turned towards the exit again. “Wait, please.. Don’t.” He pleaded, following you, gripping your hand to keep you from leaving when you got too close to the door.

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ghostlygooo  asked:

can you do cute little headcanons for TFA and TFP Optimus with a cybertronian s/o?~~~

TFA Optimus

  • He’s shy and nervous at first; most of his “flirting” consists of gazing at you with goo-goo eyes with hopes that you’ll notice him.
  • Once he does build up the courage to ask you a date he’s a stuttering mess. He relaxes when you say yes.
  • He’s a perfect gentleman on the date. He brings you flowers, opens the door for you, and pulls out your chair.
  • Surprisingly, falling into a relationship is a pretty effortless thing. On the first couple of dates you get to know one another better, and from there it feels like you’ve been together forever.
  • He still acts like a love-struck puppy at times, especially when you kiss him or hold his servo in public. Sometimes he looks into your optics and swears he’s falling in love all over again.
  • On missions he tends to be protective of you. Not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself, he swears! It’s just… he can’t help himself.

TFP Optimus

  • You’d need to have had been in a relationship before the war; Optimus wouldn’t consider it during. It’s a distraction and a risk- and you’re in that much more danger when close to him.
  • He tries to be subtle about it, but you notice he backs you up on missions when you don’t need it. If it’s brought up he gets defensive.
  • Sometimes (a lot of times) Optimus overworks himself. Ratchet depends on you to get him to recharge and refuel.
  • You’re the only one who’s seen Optimus break down. There are days when everything is just too much. He presses his face into your shoulder and wraps his arms around you, silently asking you to hold him. Stroke his helm to make him feel better.
  • He takes every opportunity to tell him how much you mean to him. On those rare occasions that you get the chance to rest together he holds you close and whispers in Old Cybertronian how much he loves you- You are the light in his spark, the sun and moon and all the wonders the universe can hold. He gazes into your optics until you just can’t keep them open anymore.
  • After the war (and y’know after… all that) he wants to start a family… If you’re willing.
Political Animals-Part 16-Epilogue

A/N: Well, kids…this is it..the end of the road. I am going to miss this story and these characters.  Thank you so much for your comments and your support. It’s been great. This should tie everything up and answer all your questions.-Jen

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Charlie and Mary Winchester entered the world on Election Day, eight weeks early.  Despite being born premature, they weighed in at a respectable 5 lbs 5 oz, and 5 lbs 3 oz.

I had passed out in front of the motel where my father was holding me from a combination of extreme shock and pain. It turns out I had been having back labor all day and I didn’t know it.  Mary was breech and showing signs of distress and my blood pressure was through the roof so they knocked me out and did an emergency c-section.

When I woke hours later groggy from the anesthesia the first face I saw was Sam’s.

“Hurts,” I whispered, my throat sore from the breathing tube.  

“I know Sweetheart. They had to do a C-section.”

“Babies?” I croaked.

Sam grinned at me. “They are fighters just like their mom. They’ll be in the NICU for awhile, but they are doing great.”

I was struggling to stay awake, but the effects of the anesthesia pulled me under and my eyes slipped closed before I could ask about my mother.

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I came across old pictures I took ages ago. I believe I have posted this one before, but I am just so happy that the little spider was sitting still on my book and letting itself be photographed by me before I could bring it outside, that I wanted to share it with you again.

Beca’s Fanfic Appreciation Post: Here I can share with you all the fics I read along the week.

Drabbles

Imagines

One Shots

Series

Feel free to tag me in your stuf (it’s actually encouraged), it will be a pleasure to know more writers and add you to my appreciation list. You can tag me in any fic (Reader insert, it needs to be reader insert!!!!), just don’t tag me in OFC or Male Reader.

Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

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Times are hard for Dreamers

Prompt

2. Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore

24. It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka 

55. You’re a nerd 

94. I had a bad dream again

Pairing: TJ Hammond x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1015

Warning: fluff, nightmares, cute gays (if that bothers you, then you have no heart)

Notes: This was written for my best friend @cameronahugenerd so I hope you like it! First time writing ‘x Male!Reader.’ Title is from a song from the musical ‘Amélie’

Originally posted by n-barnes

You feel something grasp your upper arm and shake it frantically, nudging you abruptly out of your sleepy haze. You blink, your vision clearing as you stare up at the cleanly painted ceiling. You tilt your head slightly to look at the bedside table beside you, the digital numbers on the alarm clock saying ‘5:58am.’ The warm weight is still around your bicep, and you roll over your side, about to tell your boyfriend off for waking you up at such an early time. Before you can open your mouth, your eyes widen and you sit up hurriedly, pulling him up with you, setting him against the headboard.

“TJ? What happened?” You ask, checking him quickly for any injuries, skimming your hands along his toned chest, before glancing up at him.

His eyes are restless, darting around the room worriedly, his eyes large and scared. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair mussed up a little and his chest heaving, taking in big gulps of air. When he hears you, he exhales a little, his gaze fixed on you.

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I’ll Be Your Boyfriend - Final Part

TJ HAMMOND X Reader

Request: {x} & {x}

Summary: You have to go to a family meeting, but your family isn’t exactly the warmest. Some very annoying aunts want to meet your boyfriend, even though you tell them there is none. TJ, as your best friend, offers to pose as your boyfriend for a few days. Can the façade become real?

Warnings: boobs, but not like that (???)

Words: 1028.

A/N: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged/removed, tell me and I will arrenge it!

MASTERLIST

Part 1|Part 2 |Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6|Part 7|Final


A few days passed and TJ managed to help you with keeping your distance from your Aunt Evelyn and her snarky comments and your uncles and their sexist views.

Your act with TJ had become better since the kiss. You decided to enjoy TJ as your boyfriend – even if it was pretend - while you could and had the perfect excuse to hold his hand, brush your fingers against his, smiling at him. TJ followed up and he would smile back, place his hands on your waist and shoulders whenever he could. You hadn’t kissed since the night your grandparents asked you to dance two nights ago.

Until, well, your cousin decided to be annoying. Your cousin was known for… showing her looks a bit too much. Which was clearly displayed by her tiny bikini and her absurd amount of makeup.

She interrupted your conversation with your grandmother and TJ asking for help with something inside the house, claiming she couldn’t reach something in a high shelf. TJ, always the gentleman, offered to help. So inside the house the two of them went.

But it took too long.

“TJ probably lost himself inside the house,” you said to your grandmother, once she asked about them.

She laughed, “I bet your cousin doesn’t know the way either.”

You chuckled, but something still didn’t feel right. Your cousin was usually up to no good and, giving TJ’s looks, you bet your money in what she would try to do.

“I’ll try and find them then.”

Your grandmother leaned back and kept on enjoying the sun while you rose from your chair and walked to the house.

The living room, which had access to the garden from where you came from, showed no sign of them. The same from the bedrooms and kitchen. Where did your cousin say she wanted to reach for something?

Your heard a giggle. From the garage. Of course. If your cousin wanted to fool around, she’d do it in the farthest place from everyone possible.

The door was closed, but you could see TJ and your cousin inside by the little window on the door.

You tried to stay calm, but why were they there? Why was the door closed? What were they doing? You decided to watch to be sure.

Your cousin was practically bouncing, her shoulder square to improve her breasts. You heard muffled sounds but you couldn’t make out the words. TJ seemed to be asking her for something. She shook her head and looked at her breasts, her hands clasped behind her. TJ sighed and didn’t seem happy with the situation. Your cousin could be a pain in the ass if she wanted to. But then TJ reached out and placed his hand on her breasts.

Deciding it was too much, you turned and walked away.

Technically, TJ was free to do whatever he wanted. But it had to be with your cousin during the family reunion in which he was pretending to be your boyfriend? Anger tears pricked your eyes, but you payed them no attention. You walked to your bedroom and sat on the bed.

Not even 10 minutes later, TJ was poking his head through the door.

“Hey.”

You didn’t answer. It was childish and you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

TJ opened the door wider and stepped into the room. “You okay?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. Okay?

“Beautiful, please, talk to me.” TJ closed the door behind him and kneeled by your side, his hand on your knee. “What happened?”

“Why don’t you go back and play with my cousin’s boobs a little more, TJ? Leave me alone.

“That’s what you think happened back there?” he asked, rising to his feet. “You won’t even let me explain!”

“Explain what, huh?” you mocked, standing up, “How she didn’t want help and you two were probably kissing?”

“She said she wanted the bowl someone put on the top shelf on the garage,” TJ began, “But when I tried to find it, there was nothing there. I asked about it and she said there was no bowl. She locked the door and put the key between her breasts.”

“Which you didn’t hesitate to get, right?” you knew it wasn’t true. TJ seemed pretty annoyed by the situation, but you had so many emotions running wild that you couldn’t focus.

“That I spent almost 20 minutes trying to reason with her,” TJ sighed, then he remembered why he was angry. “And since when do you care who I kiss or not, [Y/n]?”

“I’ve always cared!”

And it was the truth. You always cared about TJ and who he kissed or didn’t, but only since you realized your feelings for him that you understood why you did it. You used to think it was because he was your best friend and you wanted him to find someone that cared about him as much as you did.

How wrong you were. You cared about him because you loved him.

“You did, didn’t you?” TJ said. “But you were never mad! Why were you today?”

“You were supposed to be my boyfriend in this, remember?” You argue as you flail your arms around. “And then you do God-knows-what with my cousin!”

“Now that I think of it,” TJ paused for a moment, “

“During the last few days, you’ve been acting weird. It didn’t feel like you were pretending to like at all! So why don’t you just tell me why?”

“You know what? It’s because maybe I want to be your girlfriend!”

“Oh yeah? And maybe I want to be your boyfriend!”

“Really?” you shouted. And then froze. With your voice just above a whisper you repeated, “Really?”

TJ stepped closer and held your hands. His eyes focused on yours and you could barely breathe. “Really, [Y/n].” TJ smiled and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Why haven’t you yet?”

He chuckled. “So eager.” But he did lean in and kissed you.

It was very different than your first kiss. Now that you two were aware of each other’s feelings, things were clearer. His lips were soft against yours, his hands held the small of your back and the side of your neck, your arms around his neck.

When you pulled away, TJ touched your foreheads together.

He huffed out a laugh, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “What do you say, beautiful? Will you be my girlfriend?”

You hugged him tighter, your own smile on your face. “Yes, TJ I’ll be your girlfriend.”

But before he could kiss you again, he perked up, excited with his eyes wide open and grinning.

“Hey, best part? I’ve already been introduced to your family.”

Perhaps you should thank your cousin, after all.


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Look! Another thing for @smallpersiankitten and her Papyrus/Reader story, Must Love Animals!!  :D 

Lolol Okay, so I know that last panel is totally not how Chapter 93 went, but this would have totally been my reaction in that situation if I was half-drunk XD

Either way… Hope you like the comic~! :3 

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The Contest-Part 18

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Also: re-reading part 12 might help something make sense if you don’t remember. That’s all I’m saying!

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Earlier That Day

I followed Bob Singer into his office, my heart pounding from my last-minute race across the lot.  I gratefully accepted the bottle of water he offered me. Andrew Dabb was sprawled comfortably on the love seat across from Bob’s desk, a yellow tablet resting in his lap.

You’d never guess by looking at them that Bob and Andrew were the two guys running the show.  Bob was an older guy with gray hair and a soft spoken demeanor who’d been there since day one.   Andrew favored super hero T-shirts and sneakers and looked like he belonged on “Big Bang Theory”. I had enormous respect for both of them.

I had loved every second of my time on Supernatural.  Now all I could hope for was that Andrew and Bob were planning on concluding Gemini’s storyline in a way that was believable and satisfying for the viewers.  But more than that, I had grown to love this wonderful character and I wanted her story to end in a way that made sense.

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