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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.
  • 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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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.

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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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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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.

Of Bites and Blood

Newt Scamander x female reader
Warnings: blood, biting animals, shirtlessness

#67: “You’ll need stitches.”

#64: “Take your shirt off.”
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Newt hadn’t warned you about the creature’s teeth, so when red spots started showing up on your shirt, you became very confused.

“Newt?” you called him over from the Occamys.

“What is it darling?” he asked kindly, then his face drained of blood. “Merlin’s beard! Who did this?” He rushed to your side, placing his large hands tentatively on your stomach. You winced at the contact.

“It may have been Edmund, but I don’t remember feeling a bite or scratch or… anything, really,” you said, dazed slightly from the blood loss.

Newt gently guided you into his little house, “No, is was him. His venom numbs the victim long enough to draw blood, and then once they faint from blood loss, he eats them.” Upon seeing your ashen face, he backpedalled, “It’s completely curable, and I’ll patch you right up.” He pressed a kiss to your hair that you leaned in to.

“Newt, you’re so smart,” a slightly drowsy and considerably less sensible version of you said. “And handsome.”

“Thank you, darling, but you’re delusional from lack of blood right now,” Newt maintained a matter-of-fact tone,even though his face flushed and a little satisfied smile twitched on his lips.

“All the holes are on my stomach, Newt. How are you going to reach them?” you whined, your head dropping to the side. He froze in his movements before slowly turning to face you, still clutching the poultice he was concocting.

“I- er, that is… I mean… I, uh,” Newt stammered, before drawing himself up, clearing his throat, and forcing himself to be professional. “You’ll have to. Well, um… take your shirt off,” he finally spat out, whipping back around to his supplies, preparing for you to break up with him right there.

“Is that all? Shouldn’t we get on with the medicine?” you asked innocently, having quickly removed your shirt. You were so far gone by this point, you had no sense of propriety.

“Ah, er, yes,” he turned and saw you sitting there, sans shirt and a naive look in your eyes. “Oh dear lord.”

“Are the bites really that bad?” you asked concernedly.

“No! Er, I mean, they’re not that bad, but you’ll need stitches. I’ll just do them magically, alright darling?” Newt was starting to make sense again, much to his delight. He sat down next to you and began to carefully apply the poultice to your wounds before tapping them with his wand and sewing the skin back together.

“You’re the dandiest, Newt,” you sighed once he’d finished. He handed you a beaker. “What’s this?”

“Blood replenishing potion. Drink up,” Newt smiled softly at you and you beamed back. The suitcase creaked open and his face dropped. How was he going to explain this one?

Oh shit, you think wildly as a familiar set of Salvatore Ferragamo’s came strolling down the foyer.


Blindly groping at the dog’s collar you keep an ear out for any changes in Mycroft’s direction and desperately try to steer the dog out toward the backyard

.
Donna, of course, seems to think this is all some swell game to avoid letting you grab her collar and is not making any of it easy as the foot falls come closer.


The noise is echoed off the pristine walls and sends Donna into a tizzy of delight that you struggle to keep her at your hand. She hasn’t started barking yet, thank god, but you can’t be sure of how long that will last as your fiancé draws near.


Oddly enough Mycroft pauses merely inches from the corner.


“______,” he calls out seemingly unaware of the mass of fur just barely out of sight, “______, my love where are you?”


Manically, you wonder just how you’ll come out of this unscathed as Donna appears to have no reservations on whimpering up a storm in excitement upon hearing the new intruder.


Oh god what do I do? You wonder ferociously as Donna, the wonderfully large mix that she starts to slip from your fingers anxiously to greet the supposed newcomer.


A series of ideas ranging from the practical to the bizarre flash in your mind’s eye; hiding her in a closet until Mycroft goes upstairs, throwing her in the backyard and pretend she’s a stray, hiding her behind the couch, pretend like she’s the world’s finest life-like dog plush or even blame it on Sherlock but you know you only have yourself to blame.


For the past eight months Mycroft has been on call to play mediator to the countries that the Queen wanted to keep good graces with and for the duration you’ve been so terribly lonely.


Sure, the pair of you Skype and call on a semi-regular basis but there’s still that desolation that comes with living in an empty house regardless of how many impromptu trespassing house calls on Sherlock’s part.


Desperate for companionship and a deep need to keep busy you find new ways to bide your time until Mycroft returns.
It’s one of the reasons you’ve taken into volunteering your free time at local shelters and the exact reason you’re in the predicament you’re in.


All it took was one pitiful look from those soulful big brown eyes from that Saint Bernard mix quaking in the cage apparently abandoned with her ratty collar and you knew that you had to have her. Donna was a skittish despite her size; afraid of every touch and slight sound when she was brought in. Hardly anyone could even stand to move near Donna just to keep her placid much less check her out properly but you were determined.


Every day that you didn’t have work or Sherlock-sitting duties (rostered between you, Mary, John, Greg, and Molly) you went to the animal shelter to spend time with Donna. Feeding her, playing with her, comforting her while the doctors checked her out, or simply just brushing her once matted fur into a smooth silky finish-it was all very apparent that you weren’t going to let Donna go home with anyone else but you.


And like any self-fulfilling prophecies it did come true.


In less than a month’s time you were finally able to bring Donna home-oh how it had been a homecoming!


Donna was so happy that she had started crying with joy the second the door was locked behind her, wagging her tail at the speed of light and falling at your feet.  A hundred and twenty-tow pounds of fur Donna was sprinting across the premises, spreading airborne hairs onto every surface and joy wherever her meaty paws could take her in the house.


You had planned so many things to do before Mycroft returned from work.  Things like getting Donna acclimated to the grounds, do a bit of training and the like to sweeten up your soon-to-be hubby to the idea of having a dog around.

 
“______?” Mycroft calls again from the corner and this time Donna makes no move to hide her enthusiasm by barking up a storm.


Here goes nothing, you conclude releasing Donna’s collar and letting her rush around the corner.
Her nails almost make as much racket as Mycroft’s shoes as you follow behind Donna with a nervous smile.


“Surprise,” you say offer meekly as Donna has taken it upon herself as some sort of mission to try and lick every inch of Mycroft’s face. She puts in a valiant effort considering when she stands on her hind legs Donna is nearly as tall as Mycroft but for his part Mycroft is still more agile.


While his face isn’t showing any signs of disgust you still can’t help but feel uneasy. After all the conversation about pets hadn’t been brought up just yet since the engagement and you really want to keep them both.


Gently ushering Donna from his shoulders and wiping any stray saliva Mycroft asks, “So may I take it that we’ve acquired a dog _____?”


His crystalline eyes boring into yours in such a way that you cannot help how your cheeks and ears grow hot despite how Donna is making such a scene scenting every part of Mycroft’s person.


Taking a deep breath you try and steady your voice and keep your hands still, “I know we haven’t really discussed having pets Mycroft but Donna is great dog. I promise you I can have her trained well within a week and I’ll take care of everything.”


It’s difficult not to sound panicked but when it comes to Mycroft it has never been your strongest suit in explaining things much less feelings.


One word gets stuck on another and you lose momentum trying to finish a sentence-it certainly didn’t make your primary years any easier to take. Panic would start to set in as you would struggle to find your grounding and it took countless hours of therapy to try to hold a conversation without being reduced to tears.


Even when it came to expressing your interest in him romantically you can only thank whichever deity decided to smile upon you that day that Mycroft understood. Sweet, loving Mycroft, who despite your anxiety wanted you by his side not just as a girlfriend but for the rest of his life.


But here with Mycroft standing there as Donna did her last bout of sniffing you were close to tears. What if he wants her gone? What if he makes me choose between him and the dog? What if they don’t get along? What if-


“______, please, settle down.” His voice is so gentle and soothing.


It takes a moment to realize that Mycroft has crossed the small space divided and wrapped his warm solid arms around you. So soft and smelling faintly of the cologne you gifted him for his birthday you settle in on his shoulder. Dimly you feel the press of another warm body, Donna your lizard brain reminds you, at your left leg while Mycroft holds you close.


“Did you really think I would send Donna away if I knew she was important to you,” he asks as his hands gently cascading down your back in a soothing manner.


Relief rushes over your smaller frame as he holds you unable to form any words and silently sob into his shoulder.


“If there is anything important to you,” Mycroft punctuates with a kiss to the cheek, “then it is certainly a high priority for me.”


Really though, you can’t fully express how happy you are to know that without a doubt Mycroft will always be so accommodating that you find it difficult to stop crying.


But Mycroft, the rock that keeps you grounded, stands there all the same until your shakes become small shudders and your cries a shorter.


Careful not to wipe any snot onto his jacket you try to look around for Donna only to find the space bereft of the large canine.


Shrugging gently out of Mycroft’s comforting hold you call to her.


“It would appear that Donna was more interested in fully investigating the contents of my briefcase and decided to drag it into the breakfast nook for further analysis.”


“Oh my god Myc-I’m so sorry-”You start making a run toward the breakfast nook but Mycroft causes you to pause.


“I’m not too worried ______, it was an old briefcase and I was looking for excuse to purchase a new one,” Mycroft states as a matter of fact way.


“Mycroft…”


“Besides if we can train Donna to do that to Sherlock’s things when he watches her on our honeymoon a damaged briefcase is a small price to pay,” Mycroft adds cheekily and dodges out of your range.

Being Nick’s girlfriend would include…

  • Being best friends with Judy, and both of you complaining about Nick in front of him every day
  • “You ladies do know that I can hear you, right?”
  • Constant sass battles
  • You trying to make him wear something else than that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt
  •  “Nick, you look like an unripe pineapple, now will you please just try on the button-down?”
  • Unexpectedly jumping onto his back all the time
  • Surprise kisses when he’s busy sorting out police files
  • Playing pranks on Chief Bogo through the radio dispatch with Clawhauser at the reception
  • “Yes, Chief Bogo, we have a savage donut on the loose, I repeat, we have a savage donut on the loose.”
  • Always distracting him while he’s trying to work, whether it be ‘accidentally’ spilling his coffee, or simply draping yourself over his lap
  • Being the one who comforted him after the Junior Ranger Scouts muzzled him
  • Occasionally staring sadly at Nick from across a room, remembering the days when he was a care-free fox cub
  • Judy always pestering you for stories about Nick when he was younger
  • “Well. there was this one time he super glued his hands to his feet and-”
  • “Y/n, you swore that you would never talk about that again!”
  • Inappropriate comments. All day. Every day. Especially in front of Judy, just to see the young bunny all hot and bothered
  • Being surprisingly good pals with Finnick
  • Taking Nick’s police car out for joyrides without his permission
  • Judy squealing every time Nick kisses you
  • “Judy, it’s just a kiss. Honestly, woman.”
  • The entire police force (even Chief Bogo) shipping the two of you all the time
  • Knowing that without Nick, Judy, and everyone in Zootopia, life would be completely and utterly boring
Body Swap (Part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are found at the stroke of midnight, when for a single minute, you swap bodies. Your friends all found their soulmates, now you’re finding yours, but can you love him?

Warnings: A couple swears, but that’s it really

Word Count: 797

A/N: This is part one of a two/three part series! I hope you like it, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Originally posted by jessicapava

Soulmates. It’s the one thing everyone around you raves about. You only get one chance a year to find out who your soulmate is once you turn 18. If you’re lucky, your soulmate is someone you know, someone you can easily track down. Sometimes you’re unlucky and you find out your soulmate lives halfway across the world.

It baffles you how people can have so much faith in something so unpredictable and sudden. Some people hold the belief that you can have multiple soulmates, but the majority of people you know believe that your soul is forever entwined with only one other. That’s why everyone made such a big deal about it. How could you not get excited about the possibility of your soul having spent multiple lifetimes with another?

You’d been going through this whole soulmate thing for a few years now, watching your friends find out their soulmate’s their next door neighbour, or the postman. Last year your friend found out her soulmate was a complete stranger. The following day she bumped into him in the middle of the street and honestly, you’d never seen two people more shell-shocked.

This year, it was your turn. All your friends had found their soulmates and they were adamant they were going to find yours.

Your best friend, Michaela, was holding a private New Years party at the apartment she owned wither her soulmate, Jared. She had the place decorated to the nines, having stuck glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, streamers hanging off every available surface, and party poppers littering the tables. She’d laid out bowls of food and had music blasting throughout the apartment the second it hit 8PM. To say she was excited for tonight was an understatement.

Michaela dragged you into the apartment where you were met with the faces of everyone you held dear, all cheering upon your arrival. You were handed glasses of wine, and champagne, vodka and tequila shots. Your friends wanted you plastered because you’ve all heard the stories of people finding out who their soulmates are and being disappointed with the outcome, so if worst came to worst, they wanted to make sure you couldn’t remember anything in case you were met with disappointment.

You all drank the night away, playing drunk twister which was not the best decision as Jared couldn’t even work out how to play the damn game. As midnight drew nearer, you all became restless, your eyes anxiously darting to the clock hanging on the wall as the minutes ticked by.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Michaela announces. “The second midnight hits, we’re taking pictures of you- well not you, but your soulmate, and then when you change back, you can see who the guy-”

“Or girl!” Jared buts in.

“You’ll be able to see who the guy, or girl, you’re destined to be with is!”

You roll your eyes at the two of them, but you can’t deny the ingenuity of their plan, although most people would just take you to a mirror so you can see for yourself.

The seconds began to flash by and before you knew it, your friends were all counting down, their phones in their hands ready to capture the image of your soulmate, the one you were destined to be with through every lifetime. A loud cheer rippled through them as midnight hit and you felt yourself beginning to tingle all over, like electricity was being pumped through your veins, awakening something that had been lying dormant inside of you.

You caught remarks of, “He’s cute!” and, “I think I’ve seen him before!” followed by a chorus of, “You’re right! He’s really familiar!” You were surprised you were able to actually focus on the voices of your friends and not the incredibly strange feeling that was churning inside of you, sending your stomach twisting and turning. Then, all too soon, it was over.

You watched your friends’ faces as they examined the pictures taken, their eyes widening a little.

“So, who is it?” You ask, desperate to find out who this cute guy your soul is supposedly entwined with.

Michaela hold out her phone to you, the image of the man shocking you. They were right, he was cute, and he seemed familiar… too familiar. You could’ve sworn you saw him on the front cover of a magazine Michaela used to read.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!?” You almost yell as you fling your arms up in the air, annoyance bubbling up inside of you. “I can’t be soulmates with TJ fucking Hammond! He’s gay, for fuck’s sake!”

You slump down onto the sofa, running your fingers through your hair as you processed everything you had just learnt. So much for spending eternity with someone.


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Saving Him

Hi! I wanted to ask if you write for TJ Hammond from Political Animals? Something fluffy and someone rescuing him from himself?😘 - anon

Disclaimer- I have no idea how US politics work lol

Originally posted by dailysebastiangifs

You had known the Hammonds for what seemed like your entire life. Your father was a senator so you had always had to attend fancy parties and events with him, it was at one of these parties that you first became friends with TJ Hammond.

He had left the hall to get away from the pressures of his family and you had left to get away from the pressures of social interaction. Both of you had ended up hiding out in the same room away from the main event and talking the whole night and became fast friends, the guards had gone crazy trying to find the two of you but that was all in the past now. Over ten years in the past.

After growing up in politics you had wanted to do anything but that with your life, you moved out as soon as you could and TJ would often show up unannounced when he needed to get away from it all. Except recently he hadn’t shown up at all, he hadn’t called or texted and you were left a little out of the blue on what the hell was happening.

It was no secret to you that TJ was going through a lot, you had witnessed his slow descent into alcoholism and depression and it killed you to see your best friend and the person you loved lose himself. That was why it scared you so much that he had gone radio silent for almost a month. You couldn’t even find any new information about him from the tabloids and that was the driving factor that pushed you to pack a bag and drive the hour long journey to where he and his family lived.

There were only a few cars on the road thanks to it being late at night so you let yourself speed down the roads, getting there in 40 minutes. You pulled up outside his apartment and jogged up the stairs to his building, he had given you a key long ago so getting in wasn’t an issue. TJ lived a few floors up and when you finally reached his floor you felt something settle in your gut that told you something was wrong. You knocked on his door, “TJ?” you yelled, listening for any signs that he was moving around in there.

“The doorman told me you were home so you better open this door,” you yelled through again, knocking louder. With a huff you dug into your pocket and produced the key to his apartment, unlocking the door, “I’m coming in, you better be decent.”

When you opened the door there was chaos around the apartment, everything was messy and it looked like he hadn’t left in weeks. You walked further into his place and stopped dead in your tracks, TJ was on the floor and passed out. “TJ!” you rushed forward to his side and pushed him over, his skin was cold and clammy and when you felt for a pulse it was barely there. “Oh my god,” you breathed, you could see numerous empty bottle of alcohol around him and the remnants of his obvious drug abuse.

You gulped and switched on your phone to call 911, “Yes, hello. My friend has overdosed and he won’t wake up, I need an ambulance,” you gave them the address and hung up. You pushed his hair that had stuck to his forehead away from his face and pulled him into your lap, “You’re gonna be okay, I’m gonna make sure you’ll be okay,” you whispered to him, letting yourself cry over his body.

When the ambulance came you had refused to leave his side until they had let you stay in the ambulance. At the hospital he was rushed away to surgery and you knew you wouldn’t able to go with him, you spent the first half an hour pacing the waiting room then decided to go get some coffee from the cafeteria to calm your nerves. As you drank your coffee and waited to hear from one of the doctors you realised that you hadn’t told the Hammonds what had happened.

You went outside of the hospital, it was still night time, the early hours of the morning now. The air was cool on your face and grounded you as you dialled. “Hello?” you heard a tired voice on the other end of the line.

“Hi, Elaine, it’s Y/N,” you said quietly.

“Y/N? What are you doing calling at 4am?” she replied sleepily.

“It’s TJ,” you gulped.

“TJ?” she sounded more alert now, “What happened?”

“I found him overdosed at his place, he’s in surgery, we’re at the hospital,” you felt hot tears streaming down your face.

“I’ll be right there,” Elaine said and hung up the phone.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks harshly and went back inside the hospital just as a doctor came down the hall, “Are you with Thomas Hammond?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yes.”

“He’s just out of surgery now, he should be fine but we need to keep him for a few days and he needs to stay away from substance abuse,” he told you, giving you a once over as if you were the one supplying him with all the drugs and alcohol.

“Can I see him?” you asked.

The doctor sighed and looked at his clip before nodded, “Yes, but he’s still asleep,” he told you.

“That’s fine, what room?”

“42c, second floor.”

You nodded in thanks and walked past him and up to the second floor, the walk was only short but it felt like an eternity. When you reached his room you looked at him through the glass in the door and almost couldn’t go in, his face was still pale and he looked so fragile and broken lying in the hospital gown under the thin hospital sheets.

Turning the door handle you quietly walked in and sat down in the chair by his side, taking his hand in yours. The beeping from the heart monitor the only thing reassuring you that he would be fine, how could you have been so stupid to have left him on his own. It wasn’t his job to call you, you should have tried to make contact with him. You were his best friend, always had been, it was your job to look out for him when others couldn’t. When he couldn’t. And you had failed. You lay your head down on the bed next to his hand and you couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked through your body.

TJ slowly peeled his eyes open a few minutes later, the first thing he thought was why was am I awake? The second was that there was something warm in his hand, he tried to move his head but that sent a jolt of pain through his entire body, he just moved his eyes and though his vision was a little blurry he could make out Y/H/C and familiar body shape. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice weak and hoarse.

You snapped your head up and saw he was awake, “TJ? Oh my god,” you wiped away your tears before he could see and scooted closer to him, “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” you asked softly.

“I feel like shit,” you managed a weak smile.

“Well good, you scared the crap out of me Thomas James Hammond, don’t you ever do something like that again,” you said sternly, holding back the urge to beat him senseless now that he was awake.

“Full name? You really must be pissed,” he joked.

You glared and try to stay angry but after a few seconds your composure broke and you huffed a laugh, “That’s because I am. Why didn’t you come to me?” you asked, your voice betraying how hurt you were.

TJ looked guilty, “You’re too good for me. I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.”

You sighed, “TJ I’m your best friend, your problems are my problems. I made that decision when I first met you I’m not changing that now.”

Just then Elaine followed by Bud and Douglas rushed on, “TJ, honey, are you okay?” Elaine rushed forward to his side, the rest of his family going to his side and practically forcing you out of the way.

“I’m fine, Mom,” TJ reassured.

“No, you’re not. You’re lying in a hospital bed,” his dad said sternly.

“At least I’m not lying dead,” TJ replied having a short stare off with his family.

“When do they release you?” Douglas asked him.

“In a couple of days,” you piped up from the corner of the room, the whole family turned to look at you as they had clearly forgotten that you were there, “They need to keep him for observation, the doctor says he should be fine but he wants to make sure.”

They nodded and turned back to TJ, “When you get out of here I am sending you straight to a rehab centre,” Elaine said with a don’t-argue-with-me-tone.

You saw TJ scrunch his nose up at that, in the past few years the Hammonds had tried to make TJ stick it out in many rehab centres but he had never lasted more than a few days. He hated them. “He could stay with me,” you offered quietly, once again everyone turned to look at you. TJ looked confused yet hopeful, the rest looked almost disgusted that you suggested something other that the finest rehabilitation centre in the country.

“Excuse me young lady but Thomas is my son and I decide what’s best for him,” Bud said sternly, glaring at you.

“No, excuse me, Mr. Hammond,” you fired back, unsure where this confidence had come from. You had clicked well with the rest of TJ’s family except for his dad who had never really seemed to like you all that much for reasons unknown to you. “But TJ is an adult and he doesn’t need his father telling him what to do, he should be able to make his own decisions about what’s best for him. And it’s clear to see from the past that no matter how good the rehabilitation centres are they don’t help TJ because he doesn’t want help from them. My house is in the middle of the countryside away from the main city and tabloids, that means it’s a stress free environment and there won’t be the added trouble of paparazzi. It’s a place he comes to anyway to de-stress, I don’t even drink alcohol myself and the nearest shop that sells it is miles away. Plus, he would be looked after by me, his best friend, rather than strangers that he doesn’t know trying to meet a monthly quota of people they’ve ‘helped’.”

The whole room was silent as you and Bud stared each other down, the silence was only broken when Elaine spoke up, “The lady certainly makes a good case,” she smirked at her ex-husband and looked at you with something you thought was pride.

Bud huffed and looked down at TJ who had been silent for the whole thing, “What do you want to do?”

TJ looked from his father to his mother to you, “I’d rather stay with Y/N,” he spoke up after a moment.

Elaine clapped her hands once and looked at everyone with a smile, “Then it’s settled. Y/N, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” she gave you a soft smile.

“I know, believe me.”

When TJ had been released from hospital you had driven him back to your place, Elaine had already had people move some of his stuff over from his apartment. It made you a little uncomfortable to have workmen in your home whilst you weren’t there but you were unwilling to leave TJ’s side whilst he had been in hospital.

“Mi casa, su casa,” you said when you reached your house and got out of the car. Your house was on the outskirts of the city and where countryside began. Your street was in fact just a long dirt track with only two other houses on it, both of which were spread a mile or so away from you. The house wasn’t particularly fancy, your dad had offered to buy you a better one but you didn’t want his money, instead you had used the money you earnt yourself as well as some savings to buy it. The house was a regular one, with two floors and an attic you had converted into a work space, you had your spare room all set up for TJ.

“Thank you,” TJ said as he got out of the car, “For standing up to my father, not letting me go to some fancy facility where they don’t care about me.”

“No problem,” you smiled over at him as you walked into your house.

You went into the kitchen and began making a drink while TJ sat at the breakfast bar, after a moment you placed a cup of tea in front of him. “Is there alcohol in this.”

“No,” you laughed.

TJ sighed and sipped the drink. “No alcohol while you stay with me,” you said firmly, “If you do I’ll know. I wasn’t kidding when I said the only shop is miles away, and you only have my car so I’ll know if you try to leave.”

“What am I? Your prisoner? Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed here,” TJ joked.

You rolled your eyes, “You can go places, I’ll just have to drive you to those places and stay with you at those places so I know you’re not relapsing,” you said more seriously.

“I guess I deserve that,” TJ said sadly.

“Oh, you deserve way worse,” you smiled brightly, “You’re lucky I’m your best friend, I could make your life hell but I won’t.”

You and TJ sat and talked about meaningless crap while he finished his tea, you hoped that you would be able to help him. You couldn’t bare to lose him, you had never been as scared as you had been when you found him overdosed.

When he finished you stood up and grabbed his mug to place it in the dishwasher, you didn’t notice TJ come up behind you till you turned around and had to stop yourself from running into him. “What’s up?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Why did you save me?” he asked quietly.

“Because you’re my best friend.”

“I didn’t deserve it. I’m no good for anyone.”

“You’re good for me,” you pulled him into a hug and he buried his head in your shoulder, “Never doubt that. You can always talk to me, about anything, okay? You’re my best friend, I love you, I’ll do anything for you, you got that?”

You felt him nod against your shoulder, “Yeah, I got that,” he murmured.

***

A/N- okay so not really romantic even though I know that’s what you wanted but I was writing this and it didn’t really feel like the right time for TJ to be getting into a relationship when I set this so this just focusses more on the really close friendship bond. I guess atm it’s sort of one sided from your part but idk, it can be read both ways if you squint. Requests are open xx

Competition - Damian Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Can you do a Damian x reader story where reader loves animals even more than Damian and he gets jealous bc the first time he brings her to the mansion she giving Titus way more attention than she gives him and she may have said something along the line of “I’ve only spent 5 minutes with you and I already love you more than I love my boyfriend” (requested by anon)

“… and this is the library.” Damian guided you into the room holding the largest private book collection you had ever seen. You were in awe at the sheer amount of books in this room that is until you saw a giant ball of fur curled up on the couch. You let out a little gasp and started to walk over to the fuzzy baby. The giant black great dane lifted it’s head and his tail thumped loudly on the couch as you approached him.

“Who’s this handsome boy?” You asked scratching behind the dog’s ears. The dog leaned his head into your touch and looked in pure heaven from your attention.

“Titus.” Damian answered.

“Well Titus, aren’t you just the most handsome thing ever.” You cooed. Titus stretched out on the couch and presented his belly to you to scratch. You happily obliged. “You better watch yourself Damian or Titus might just steal my heart.” You warned. Titus looked over to his owner with a big doggy grin on his face, expecting Damian to get in on the belly rubbing action as well.

“He’s a dog, [Y/N].” Damian pointed out with an eye roll.

“Yeah well Titus appreciates me.” You shrugged with a playful smile.

“I appreciate you too!” Damian argued with a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Who’s a good boy? Yes you are!” You praised Titus while you scratched him. Damian threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Are you seriously jealous of the dog right now, Damian?” You asked laughing. Damian crossed his arms over his chest and was looking particularly pouty. You stood up from the couch and walked over to kiss away his pout. “I think I can find enough room in my heart for both of you.”

“How kind of you.” Damian muttered sarcastically.