she's like an excited little girl

anonymous asked:

Almost had a lady run her cart into the 4 or so year old child of the woman in front of her because she was too impatient to let them walk away from the pinpad first before she started moving on through? Like, I had to grab the edge of her cart so the little girl didn't get hit. Why. It won't kill you to wait two more seconds for the person the size of a cupcake to toddle after her mom. Calm yourself.

This is the kind of shit that pisses me off as a mother and a customer as well. Whenever I go to the store with my son(he’ll be 4 on the 23rd) he gets excited and does wonder a few steps ahead of us(about 4 to 5 feet). He likes to lead the way, but isn’t running around. But people speed around the store around corners and constantly come close to running him down.  Especially when it’s busy. Two days before Easter someone KNEW he was there and still tried to shove their way past him. My husband managed to catch up enough and yank him away. I glared at the guy and called him a fucking dick. He kept moving as though he didn’t hear me.  I wanted to do much worse but my son was very upset and thought he was in trouble because of the way my husband reacted. He didn’t realize my husband was scared, not mad. -Abby

anonymous asked:

me and a cute girl are planning a date and im scared shes going to decide she doesnt like me at all as a friend or partner(we're close friends now) and ik thats probably just my depression telling me im not good enough but like fucc im scared and dont know how to calm down

Go on the date, be excited. Make this a memorable night because even if it turns into nothing at least you had a good time, keep your chin up little sapph you got this and I’m so proud of you ♥♥♥ -Wisty

hi everyone !!! my name is jess ( or jessica either one works ) i’m the lil admin of this here group and i’m so excited to start this thing up !! just a few things to know about me is that i’m 20, i live in the est, i’m trash for hamilton, rpdr is my life and harry styles literally owns my ass underneath is going to be an about for veronica so give this a like and i’ll message you to plot !!

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Okay so here’s one of those rare gems of moments where retail is actually kind of okay. 

I’m gonna start by revealing the well-kept secret that I live in Ohio… in case all the buckeye references flew by you. And Ohio… is obsessed with space travel. I mean- it makes sense. We’ve got a couple astronauts in our history, there’s the National Aeronautics and Space Museum in Dayton, and on those quiet summer nights, where the sky is clear and the stars are twinkling in the distance, it is hard to not look up at the darkness and wonder if there is intelligent life out there. (Not here.)

Anyhow, all the fourth graders have a big space-related project around this time of year and this means that we, as craft retailers, have to be problem solvers. The number one problem is ‘oh gods, please tell me that you’re going to put a primer down on that styrofoam before you spray paint it.’

Because- you guessed it- everyone is making a damn solar system model. 

That is to say… their parents are making the solar system model. 

I was just finishing up explaining the use of a styrofoam primer and which spray paints are safe to use with styro to the mother of one ten-year-old when the mother of another ten-year-old rounds the corner looking desperate. 

“Is this a good paint for cardboard?”

It’s not. So I round her back to where her son and daughter are waiting and explain them what will work. She needs green, and there are three different kinds of greens. The mom holds them up and has her daughter choose. 

“Which one do you want for your face?”

I freeze because putting acrylic on your skin is a great way to get a rash. “Hold on, you’re not putting this on your skin, are you?”

“No, gosh no. We’re painting a box and putting the box on her head.”

Okay, I’m curious. “Can you explain what you’re making?”

The daughter chimes in. “We have to do a project for school and I’m gonna dress up like a alien!”

Instantly, I love this child. Not just because she considers dressing up as an alien to be an acceptable school project, but because she’s not leaving it to her mom to do all the work. 

So we talk for a minute about project stuff and she tells me that her brother is going to be the first man on Mars. Her brother is five. Her brother concurs- he is going to be the first man on Mars. Their mom tells me about the Neil Armstrong museum nearby. Like… this is a family of people excited about the future of space travel.

“Did you hear about those new planets,” I asked. 

The little girl starts jumping up and down. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Mom: “Can you remember what they said about the new planets?”

“They said…. they said that they can… uhhh… sustain life! There might be aliens!”

Mom: “Now, they said they can sustain life, but I think they also said that it isn’t very advanced life.”

The little girl looks off into space- contemplating this new information. She is formulating a very important thought. 

Very softly: “We get to be the aliens this time.”

peridot storyboard ratings

Raven Molisee

this is the best peridot i have ever seen. she is the perfect combination of angry and huggable. i would date this lovely girl. this is also the artist that boarded peridot’s introduction scene in warp tour, so she is automatically the best. 1000/10 the surperior peridot, i love her with all of my heart

Paul Villeco

a lovely, angry girl. not only is she sassy and adorable, but also those hips. got dam is she single 20/10 my girlfriend, she is wonderful

Rebecca Sugar

a very stressed and anxious girl. she is cute and sassy and she is my sweet honey child. 10/10 i would kiss her

Joe Johnston

a lovely and soft woman, she is very beautiful and cute and i would gladly kiss her hands 10/10 i cherish this triangle

Jeff Liu

she looks very grumpy and rude on the surface, but all this peridot really wants is a friend. i would be this peridot’s friend. 10/10 a gentle and insecure angel

Colin Howard

a wonderful, amazing girl!! very huggable!!!!! very squishable!!!!!! i love her!!!!! 10/10 i would give up my life for her

Lamar Abrams

woah!!!!!!!! big hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that just gives me more of her to love!!!!!!!!! what a little sweetie!!!! 10/10 she’s trying her best and i support her

Katie Mitroff

oh my goodness??????? what a adorable scared little child????? who frightened her like this. i will kick their ass. nobody hurts this precious girl on my watch 10/10 i want to hug her and tell her everything’s alright

Hilary Florido

what a grumpy little child!!!! she is wonderful!!!! and those adorable fangs too!!!!!! what a cuddly angry baby!!!! 10/10 god bless your soul, ms. florido

Lauren Zuke

goodness. what an Attitude. such a rude and sassy little lady, i love her. a sweet and lovely little sourpuss, i would gladly give her many hugs and kisses 10/10 watch out guys, this lady has an attitude

Ian Jones-Quartey

an excited baby girl!!!!!!!!! very fun and full of love!!!!!!!!!!!! and those little fangs of hers!!!!!!!!!!!! 10/10 a wonderful peridot

Kat Morris

a very dramatic girl!!!!!!!! she loves to express herself!!!!!!!!! and i love her for that!!!!!!!!!! she is amazing!!!!!!! 10/10 she has enough talent to star in a hollywood movie. i’d pay to see that movie

Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt post: “i was hitchhiking and you picked me up and WHOOPS YOU’RE A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR” au OOOOOOR “i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” Please and thank you!!!!!!!!

“Just try,” Sam says, shoving Steve towards the bar.

“Sam!” Steve hisses, but it’s too late — he’s already bumped into the man he’s been ogling half the night.

The guy starts a little, dropping the book he’s been reading. “Sorry!” Steve manages.

“It’s alright,” the guy says, looking up. Then he looks up, obviously checking Steve out. “Hey,” he says, voice sounding a little lower than it did before.

Steve can’t help it; he blushes. “Hi, uh, you’re alone?” he asks, and he can hear Sam snicker behind him.

The guy smiles, sort of leans back on his bar stool. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says, and Steve can’t stop staring at his plump lips. “Why, you want a drink?”

“If you’re not busy,” Steve says, looking at the book, which he can see now is heavily-annotated.

The guy seems to trace Steve’s gaze and shuts the book. “Just over-preparing. First classes start tomorrow.”

Steve nods, chuckles. “Oh, I know,” he says. It’s pretty much all he’s thought about since he decided to put that GI Bill to good use.

“I’m Bucky,” he says, reaching out a hand.

Steve takes it. His grip is firm and… lingering.

“Steve,” he says.

Bucky smiles again. “I’ve got good drinks over at my place, if you’re—“

“Yes,” Steve says. “Let’s go.”

— —

“Jesus,” Bucky says, rolling over the next morning. His hair is a goddamn mess, and Steve’s pretty proud to have made it that way.

Steve yawns, stretches. His nerves have dissipated somewhat, thanks to Bucky and his amazing hands.

“Mornin’,” Bucky says, looking over at Steve and smiling.

“Hi,” Steve says, unable to keep the dumb smile off his face.

They look at each other for a few moments, just soaking each other in. They hadn’t had much time for conversation last night, but Steve had fun. He can already tell that Bucky has a great sense of humor, and he’s obviously incredible in bed, and Steve really wants Bucky to ask him for his number.

Bucky sighs. “I hate to lose the view, but I gotta get ready for my class.”

“What time is it?” Steve asks.

“Quarter to eight,” Bucky says.

Steve nods. “Same.” He’ll have just enough time to get home, change, and get to class. Not enough time to worry about anything.

“You busy tonight?” Bucky asks, then ducks his head. “I know it’s a little overeager but I’d like to actually take you on a date.”

“I’m free,” Steve says. “Very free.”

Bucky looks back up and smiles. “Meet me here at seven?”

Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I will.”

— —

Maybe it was naive of Steve to think that he wouldn’t actually see Bucky again until that night.

— —

“I can’t believe the front row was already taken when we got here,” says one young woman as she slips into the seat in front of Steve. They’re in a relatively small lecture hall, but it had also surprised Steve that the entire front row was taken, even despite him getting there ten minutes early.

The girl next to her sighs. “I know. The one class with a decent view and we’re stuck in the third row.”

“Jesus, Prof is dreamy. This is my fourth class with him and I’m not even a history major.”

The other girl laughs. “He’s why I’m a history major,” she says.

Steve wants to laugh, but keeps it to himself. Maybe he would be a little more excited about the prospect of a dreamy professor if he were a little younger, but he’s older now. More mature. Crushing on the professor seems like a cute thing to do when you’re young, though, and he can’t blame the women (or apparently the entire front row) for having a little fun.

He readies his computer and focuses on preparing a Word document. He doesn’t even notice that the professor entered the room until he’s standing at the podium and starting to speak.

In a very familiar voice.

“Welcome to the History of World War II. I’m Professor Barnes, your sergeant for the rest of the semester—“ While the rest of the class giggles Steve feels the blood drain from his face. “And I…” Professor Barnes — Bucky — looks up and locks eyes with Steve. “Steve?” he chokes out and the class all swivel their heads, trying to find whoever it is Steve is.

Steve sinks down in his seat.

It’s going to be a long semester.

I just don’t get how people don’t like HSM.

-White and Asian guys on the basketball team who can actually play(at least in the movies).

-The two smartest students in the school are Hispanic and Black, and female.

-Hispanic, single mother working on her own and doing a fantastic job of keeping her and her daughter financially stable.

-People are encouraged to break the status quo no matter what, and encouraged to love what they love despite others not agreeing.

-Decathlon Captain(one of the smartest students), Black and female, went to Yale.

-The blonde girl isn’t an idiot and is startlingly intelligent and manipulative despite loving her pink stuff and her dog and being what people would generally consider is a ‘girly girl’.

-The blonde girl’s twin brother wears pink happily. He loves fedoras and berets, and has no problem with dressing however he wants. Goes to show that a man doesn’t have to be gay to love pink or print. A man can love whatever the hell he wants. Sexual Orientation means nothing in the decision.

-Dude on the basketball team loves to bake.

-The overweight braniac is White and can actually dance.

-The ‘burnout’ likes to play the Cello and dresses up for it.

-Awkward moments that actually happen in real life.

-The blond who wears pink and loves show tunes and Broadway, also plays little league baseball and was in the championship in Rhode Island.

-The jock who ‘don’t dance’ actually allowed himself to be taught.

-Even the blonde girl can be manipulated, showing that she’s not always in control. But she still goes and gives it her all and doesn’t back down.

-There is a student who is genuinely interested in his teacher’s life.

-Said teacher, while excitable when musicals are involved, truly wants the best for her students and even tries to get some into Julliard.

I can’t think of any more at the moment but I’m sure they’ll come to me eventually.

Trini has no idea what it is, but all of the Rangers love her brothers. Of course she loves them too, but they’re her brothers, and there’s no way that they’re as cute as Kimberly insists they are. They’re definitely not as sweet as Jason believes them to be. (She won’t admit it, but she’s glad that her friends like her brothers because she loves those little shits)

Jason teaches them football whenever he’s over, tells them that if they don’t want to play, it’s completely fine and they should find something that makes them happy. He always somehow gives them a little lesson. (And when Trini’s not around or listening he whispers “Make sure your sister is happy, okay?” Even though he knows Trini is perfectly capable of taking care of herself)

Billy shows them his little inventions and they both love learning how they work and shows them some basics of breadboarding. (Later that week Billy gives them a short lesson on the basics of aerospace, and when Trini ventures to the basement to get them for dinner, she’s nearly knocked out by a mini rocket)

Kimberly showers them with little gifts, and they get excited every single time. Even if it’s something as small as a chocolate bar. (Sometimes they tell her she’s pretty and she blushes, and then one of them ask if she likes Trini, which just makes her blush harder and she tells them to go play)

Zack, being the little shit he is jokes about knowing the power rangers and says the Black Ranger is the most attractive, and that the Yellow Ranger is a “crazy girl”. Trini’s brothers eat his stories up and always asks if he can take them to meet the Rangers and he just winks and says, “maybe you already have.”

Actual wallflower Lucretia and hellraiser Lup are confirmed and now I just want these girls bonding while still being complete opposites. Lucretia was kind of terrified of Magnus and the twins at first because they were the chaos crew, but over time they grew on each other. Lup would be the first to make fun of Lucretia or Barry, but if anyone else said a wrong word to them she’d get all defensive. Those are her nerds, thank you very much. Besides, Lucretia was always interested to hear about everything- cooking, evocation, weird stories from the road- and Lup liked talking. By the end of the first year they’re tight. Lup drapes herself over Lucretia’s shoulder while she writes and just plays with cantrips. They chill like that, Lucretia writing with both hands and Lup using prestidigitation to draw inappropriate pictures on the ceiling. Sometimes Lup- who grew up keeping Taako’s hair from becoming an absolute bird’s nest- would go on little scouting expeditions with Lucretia and braid flowers into her hair while Lucretia sketched new and exciting plants. Girls have to stick together, she insists. Lucretia really appreciates the company, though she doesn’t say as much for a long time. 

Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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Imperfect Pair (Epilogue)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Characters: Reader, Taehyung, Jungkook

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Fluff, ArrangedMarriage!AU

A/n: This is for everyone that wasn’t ready to let these characters go, and who, like me, needed closure. Thank you for reading, and I’m glad you guys liked the story as much as I loved writing it. 

Series :01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| Epilogue

Reunions

           You crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned in the doorway, cocking an eyebrow at the sight before you.

           “Whose idea was it to wear matching berets?” you asked as you watched Taehyung, his eyes on himself as he adjusted the burgundy beret on his head, fixing the dark hair that stuck out. He looked at you through the mirror, smiling at you warmly before turning to you, trying not to laugh as you realized they were wearing the same turtle neck as well.

           “Was it a bad idea? I thought you liked it when we matched!” he asked as he walked towards you, his hands automatically moving to your sides, pressing his palms lovingly against your stomach.

           “No, no, I love it. You guys look cute,” you affirmed quickly, pecking his lips before removing a piece of lint from the neck of his shirt, smoothing your hands over the material.

           “I had to make sure he looked extra good today. Did he tell you about the people he invited?” he asked as his eyes darted down the hall, his voice dropping to a whisper, automatically catching your interest.

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Million Dollar View

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Can i request when the reader is insecure about her breast not being full and big like ideal girls but she has a nice butt and seb or Bucky show her breast aren’t all that ;)” - @cute-but-psychoxx

Word Count: 4241

Warning: smut, insecurity

Thank you for the request! I got a little carried away with it because I loved it so much haha! Hope you enjoy!<3

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The Secret (11)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve;

With Baekhyun touring in Japan, things quickly went back to normal for you and Zoe. You woke up and wrestled your daughter into her school uniform, dropped her off at school and headed to work, picked Zoe up in the afternoon and took her to one of her many classes. Then it was dinner, bath and bed – for the both of you. It was just how things were before you introduced Baekhyun to your daughter … before you’d even met Baekhyun again after years apart.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 12 ❤️


Bucky Barnes knows pain.

He felt it whenever he fell from the train that fateful day. He felt it when he woke in the lab, his left shoulder searing with pain as they connected the metal limb into the flesh. He felt it when he spent countless days and nights being brainwashed over and over until he couldn’t remember his own name. He felt it whenever he was forced to murder countless of innocent people. He knew pain.

But he never experienced anything like this.

Dr. Strange had finally made it down to the maternity wing as soon as your heart stopped, and immediately, he ordered for a defibrillators and for you to be wheeled to another room immediately. Pepper, while holding your son, was rushed out of the room.

Bucky was completely still as he stared down at your body. You looked as if you were sleeping, just like you used to do next to him every night. But one look at your chest, he could see that you weren’t breathing, far from it. He gently reached forward and grasped your hand in his, running his thumb along your hand. You felt warm, just like you always did. How was this happening?

“Mr. Barnes,” Dr. Strange placed and hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re going to need you to step outside so we can try and revive her.”

“Bucky,” Chloe whispered, gently rocking your daughter. “Your children need you. You have to be strong for them now.”

With a single nod, he let go of your hand. Chloe set your daughter into his arms, positioning her head correctly and guiding him to the door.


“I-I’m sorry?” Tony perplexed, his eyes widening as he replayed Pepper’s words in his mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Pepper sobbed, earning a small cry from the baby boy in her hands. She gently bounced him in her arms, sniffling. “One minute she was perfectly fine and the next….she just….”

Tony let out a huff of air, trying to ease the ache in his chest. No…this wasn’t happening. This was not happening. Maybe he was just hallucinating everything and this was just a giant nightmare. You would be right by his side when he woke up.

He bent downwards, placing his hands on his knees. He did just like his therapist said. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. But for some reason that wasn’t working this time. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of his heartbeat.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Peter asked, his eyes glazing with tears. He was practically trembling as he stared at Pepper for any answers.

By now the entire team was there, with the exception of Bruce, who was set on getting back there and talking to Dr. Strange about helping.

Everyone’s quiet chit chat suddenly came to a halt when Bucky entered the waiting room, his newborn baby girl in his arms. She opened her eyes, starring up at him. That was all it took before the tears began falling down his face.

“Buck…” Steve spoke, making his way towards his best friend. He reached his hand forward, gently running his fingers along your daughter’s little curls. She looked exactly like Bucky, from his nose down to his facial structure. She was literally a little copy of her father.

“Is she…” Steve was afraid to finish that sentence. He’s witnessed his friend experience suffering for so long, he couldn’t bear the thought of him going through this all over again, although he wouldn’t be alone, Bucky couldn’t do this without you.

He needed you.


The nurses scurried around Dr. Strange like a mountain of ants.

He ordered for immediate revival, which meant he had about another half minute to get the defibrillators on your body. He hastily plugged in the machine and turned the knobs with precision.

You were paler than before, but nowhere near where you should be. He’s only dealt with one other delta woman in his life and that was a woman in another country. But he dedicated his entire free time to research, and he knew exactly what you needed. It wasn’t by any means ethical at all, but if it came down to it, he’d gladly risk it.

The thunder outside shook the building as he grabbed ahold of the defibrillators and pressed the small red button. The high pitched veering  sound could be heard as he rubbed the paddles together.

“And we’re clear!” Chloe said, nodding at him.

Wasting no time, he pressed the paddles down onto your chest, sending a wave of electricity though your body.

Nothing.

“Alright, take it to a hundred watts this time!” He exclaimed, rubbing the paddles together. “C’mon, Y/N,” he whispered. “Come back to us.”

“Clear!”

He placed the paddles back onto your chest, but right as he did, a loud clap of thunder shook the entire building.

Causing the entire building’s electricity to collapse.


Pepper shushed the baby boy in her arms quietly, gently bouncing him in her arms. What was going on? The forecast showed a zero percent chance of rain today, so how on earth was it storming? Thor was away in Asgard at the time, something to do with his brother Loki. So this wasn’t his doing.

The entire room plummeted into darkness, causing everyone to go into a slight panic.

“Everyone chill out,” Tony spoke, digging into the pocket of his blazer. He pulled out a small, sphere like machine and placed it on the floor. Immediately, the room lit up.

“What is that?” Wanda asked, staring at it curiously. Everyone crowded around it as Tony bent down in front of it.

“This here is Tinker Belle,” he explained, patting the little ball as it shined. “She’s like a little handy helper in case things go downhill.”

The sounds of a baby crying caused everyone to jump. Sharon cooed at your daughter, who was fidgeting wildly in her grasp, her face in a scowl of displeasure. She was going to be a force of nature when she got older.

Bucky immediately made his way over to the woman and gently tucked his daughter into his arms. Her cries ceased as soon as she felt him, nuzzling her little head into his chest and dozing off.

When he glanced upwards, he found that everyone was staring over at him, knowing smiles on their faces.

Tony would never say it out loud, but…man, he would give anything for his father to look at him like that.


Dr. Strange looked down at his watch frantically. 

Thirty seconds.

You had thirty seconds left before it would be far too late for you. Seeing as that most of the nurses had rushed to the basement, in search of the generator, he figured it was now or never. 

He slid off his gloves and threw them to the side. 

“Chloe,” he chimed, looking in her direction. 

Chloe jumped, turning around to face him. “Sir?”

“What I’m about to do, is probably highly illegal and unsafe. But if it saves Ms. Barnes’ life, I’m more than willing to take that chance. But, I’m going to need your full discretion. Understood?” 

Chloe frowned, her eyes widening like saucers. What was he talking about?

“Sir, I’m afriad I don’t understa- OH MY GOD!”

Blinding emerald light filled the room as he grabbed ahold of the paddles and rubbed them together. As he rubbed them, small green sparks emitted from the defibrillators. He looked back down at his watch. 

Seven seconds. 

With all the hope in the world, he placed the paddles onto your chest. 


Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the bright sunlight that peaked through the curtains. Everything ached, from your head to your toes. Especially your stomach. 

Wait.

You trailed your hands down your hospital gown until they were resting on your stomach. 

Your now normal sized stomach. 

You gasped, lifting the gown up to your chin, peering down at your body. What was going on? The last thing you remembered was being wheeled into the maternity wing. Oh god. 

Did you…did you miscarry?

“Doll?” you jumped at the deep voice beside you. 

“Bucky!” you cried, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. You had absolutely no memory of what happened, but you knew he would. 

In an instant, you felt his arms gathering you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in his amazing scent. Immediately you felt all the anxiety leave you. 

“I…I honestly thought I lost you.” He whispered, pressing his face into your hair. You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Did something happen? Where is the baby?” You began panicking once again. Why wasn’t he here with the baby? Was she okay? Was she really a girl like Remy said? 

Bucky let out a small chuckle, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand. You leaned into the touch, nuzzling your head into his palm. 

“They’re just fine, doll.” he assured you, his eyes searching your face. 

Your eyes immediately snapped open. 

“They?” You sputtered, frowning in confusion. 

He beamed before pulling away from you, much to your dismay. He made his way over to the door and opened it, revealing a very excited Pepper and Tony.

Along with a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket and a little baby in a similar pink blanket. 

You covered your mouth, your eyes filled with tears. Twins? How didn’t you notice before? How did Remy not see it? 

You held out your arms, making little grabby hands at your two children. They both made their way towards you, each of them meeting you on opposite sides of the bed. Tony placed your baby girl in your right arm, while Pepper placed your baby boy in your left arm.

As if on cue, they both opened their eyes at the same time and peered up at their mother. 

“I can’t believe I’m a grandpa now.” Tony sniffled with a smile, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. You let out a sniffle of your own as you peered back down at your children. 

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Pepper asked, wiping away tears of her own. 

“Bucky really likes Isabel,” you chimed, looking over at your husband. He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“Isabel is perfect,” she smiled. “And the middle name.” 

You paused for a second, looking down at little Isabel. She smiled a toothless smile as she stared at her two parents. 

“Rebecca is pretty,” you offered, looking up at Bucky. He smiled, his eyes watering with tears. 

“That’s perfect.” he says, running a hand down Isabel’s chubby little cheek. 

“I’m not saying you should, but uh…I’ve always liked the name Franci-”

“I’m not naming my son Francisco, Tony!” you exclaimed, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Y/N here already picked out Noah James, which I think fits him perfectly.” Bucky chimed in, planting a kiss on his son’s head. Noah giggled, making grabby hands at his father. 

“So Noah James and Isabel Rebecca, those sound like perfect names to be my successors! I can’t wait to build them little Iron Man suits!”

“There’s no way you’re putting my little angels in one of those things, Stark.” Pepper stuck her tongue out at him this time, earning a playful dramatic gasp from Tony. 

You and Bucky watched as the two bickered with each other. 

Bucky slid his arm around you. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, peering down at you. 

You looked up at your husband, a grin on your face. 

“Yes, alpha?” 

“I love you,” he says, and you can feel the love in those words. 

“I love you, too.” you reply, craning your neck upwards until you can press a small kiss onto his lips. 

“To the moon and back?”

“To the moon and back, doll.” 


-Fin!  ❤️ 

GUYS THIS ISN’T THE END! WE STILL HAVE THE EPILOGUE HAHA! :’D

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Welcome Home : Jughead Jones

request: such a weird request, but can you please write one where y/n comes back into town (she left as a child) and everybody hardly recognizes her? and she’s this little happy bubbly hippie kinda girl and for some reason Jug is like, head over heels! if you get this, i’d like to thank you in advance cause you probably made me squeal. thanks love 💕💕

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoying this. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: none :)

word count: 591

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by reallydnotcare

After nine years, Y/N and her family were finally moving to Riverdale. They had moved away due to her father’s job and she was so excited to see all of her old childhood friends. She wondered if they would even recognize each other. 

Of all of the people she left behind in Riverdale, Y/N missed Jughead Jones the most. They were the closet. They used to sneak cookies up into his treehouse and they would end up eating the whole box and getting in trouble for it. Back then, they were almost the same. He wasn’t reclusive and brooding. He was just as happy and bubbly as she was. Granted, they were only seven. 

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The Little Princess

Summary: Jensen misses his daughter’s fifth birthday and has to make it up to her. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1020
Warnings: None. 
Genre: Fluff.
Challenge: @buckysmetallicstump​ - “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge”. My prompt was, “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers … chocolates … promises you don’t intend to keep …” Cogsworth from Beauty and the Beast


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anonymous asked:

Prompt: jealous jousef

“Too loud in there?” Yousef’s voice had a soft, understanding tone, yet he still managed to catch Sana off guard, making her nearly flinch. She put down her glass of water - that she had presented as an excuse to escape the room where her friends and her brother’s friends we’re loudly enjoying themselves at the very moment - and looked up at Yousef.

The boy was standing at the doorway of Eva’s kitchen, leaning on the doorway in a seemingly careless manner; his eyes bright with a smile that curved slightly more to the right and which was a detail that Sana most definitely shouldn’t be paying attention. She shook her head at her own silly thoughts, and it took her a while to remember that he was actually expecting a response. Sana let the silence continue for a few more seconds, attempting to find the right words, while Yousef stared at her with a question in his eyes.

“No, I just… Needed some water,” Sana lied and nearly jumped when she heard Eva’s alcohol-infused laughter chime from the livingroom. “And yeah… It’s loud. It’s often like this, being the only sober person.”

Yousef looked understanding, and he took a few steps closer and grabbed a glass from above the sink. “Yeah, I bet. Do you ever get a feeling like you wanna do it too? Get drunk and loud and fucking annoying?”

Sana laughed at the way he said the words - his tone was strange, and she couldn’t quite figure out if he was serious or just joking. She shrugged, drawing incoherent patterns on the outside of her wrist. “Doesn’t everybody?”

“I guess,” Yousef said with a careless shrug. In the livingroom, they could hear Chris and Vilde laughing loudly at something, quickly joined by the guys. “The girls seem to be having fun.”

Sana nodded and said: “Yeah, the girls are excited. They really like the guys - I think Mikael and Adam are particularly popular, since they’re single and all.”

There was something in Yousef’s eyes when she said it: for a fleeting second the joyful glimmer was gone, and for a moment it was disappointment that was so visible in his expression - like a little kid robbed of his candy.

There was a silence of about ten seconds between them, during which Yousef looked like he was building some courage to say something. After a while, he huffed his breath out in a loud manner and asked: “Do you like them?”

“Like who?” Sana asked.

“The guys - I mean… I saw you talking to Adam tonight and before and I just - I don’t know. He seemed pretty excited about you,” Yousef explained, his voice suddenly quieter. It was like he was trying to examine Sana’s expression when he talked, clearly looking for a reaction. Testing the waters.

The truth is, Sana had noticed Yousef looking at her earlier in the evening, when Adam had come up and talked to her. He had stood at the other side of the livingroom, talking with Mikael, but his eyes had kept slipping on Sana and to the back of Adam’s head. And each time his gaze glided over the two of them, his expression had sunken with a shadow of irritation, but every time the expression had disappeared in a few seconds - but Sana noticed. She noticed even the little things with Yousef, even when she really didn’t want to.

“Oh, yeah. He’s pretty nice,” Sana said, examining the patterns on the wooden floors below their feet. She could feel the boy’s eyes on her, but she didn’t have the courage to actually look up to him and meet his gaze.

“Okay.” Yousef’s gaze was burning her, but she didn’t look up.

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In addition to the micro aggression from the lady on the tram and having to defend herself once again, this little moment of Sana refusing the pepperoni pizza and then picking if the beef from the other pizza is, I feel, gonna be a theme that builds up through the season. It’s one of those things that makes you feel different. Why didn’t the other girls know that Sana can’t eat pork and non-halal meat? Haven’t Sana bothered to tell them or have they forgotten? It’s not like it’s something new to Sana tho, she has lived here her entire life. I’m really excited for Sanas perspective. Really damn excited!

Here’s that fic I wrote that I don’t like.  It’s untitled, but it’s inspired by the song Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks.


Even though the sun hasn’t quite reached halfway to its zenith, the day is already hot enough that Dean is eyeing the pond on the far side of the park with serious consideration.  The fact that it’s brown and muddy, and the surrounding land is torn up by ducks and geese and stinks of bird shit is only slightly off putting.  Which means he’s either suffering from heat stroke, because gross, or it’s time to head over to the lemonade stand for some cold liquid refreshment.

“Hey, babe?”  He calls over his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to get a lemonade.  Want one?”

“Get me one with raspberries?”

Dean smiles.  “You bet.  Back in a few.”

Before he leaves the shade under the awning, he presses a kiss to a warm cheek.  He gets a distracted smile in response, but doesn’t stick around for more.  He’s caught in the siren song coming from the stand at the other end of the Farmer’s Market that sells fresh squeezed lemonade.  His mouth is already watering at the thought.

It’s even hotter outside the shade, and he can feel the sun’s heat sinking into his shoulders and arms, making him glad he remembered sunscreen this week.  He’ll probably still end up with a slew of new freckles, though.  At least there’s a slight breeze cooling his skin where it’s bared by his shorts and tank top.  He plucks at his shirt, encouraging a little air circulation under the sweat-damp material.  

The line at the lemonade stand isn’t too long, at least.  He steps up behind the others waiting their turn, and hums under his breath, letting his mind wander over the latest notes he’d received from his editor.  It’s a little frustrating that he’s going to have to cut a scene he’d been planning for so long, but also a relief that Charlie agrees with his decision.  As usual he’d gotten caught up in writer’s block due to being stubborn about the direction of the story, but after talking it out with her, his mind is already racing ahead to the next five scenes.

He’s almost to the front of the line when a voice he hasn’t heard in years breaks him from his musings.

“Dean?”

“Lisa?”  Dean grins as he turns to greet her.  “Holy shit, hi!”

It’s as natural as breathing to accept the hug she offers him with outstretched arms.  Although there’s the slightest twinge of oddness when he realizes she’s not quite as tiny as he remembers her to be.

The hug is tight, but short and she steps back to look up at him, her dark eyes alight with happiness.  “Wow.  Dean Winchester.  I wasn’t sure sure it was you at first.  How long has it been?”

He purses his lips as he digs through old memories.  The last one he can vaguely recall is a lazy Sunday spent fishing on a summer day just like this one.  “Man… I think it was the summer after graduation?  So seventeen… eighteen years?”

Lisa rolls her eyes with a groan.  “Oh god, has it really been that long?  Now I feel old.”

He chuckles at her distress.  “Well if it makes you feel better, you look great.”

And she does.  A quick glance reveals that she’s still fit and trim.  Her hair is still glossy and thick, and her skin smooth.  Only the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the sharper edge of her cheekbones show her age at all.  When he was a kid, his eyes would have lingered on her body or her mouth, but while he still finds her beautiful, she no longer makes his heart race the way it did when he was in high school.

Her cheeks flush under the compliment.  “Well thank you.  You’re looking good too.”  She circles her fingers in the direction of his eyes.  “The glasses are cute.”

Striking a dignified pose, he reaches up and pushes them up higher on the bridge of his nose.  “I’ve been told they make me look distinguished.”

Lisa laughs, light and melodious.  “I guess that’s better than ‘nerdy’.”

He waves a dismissive hand.  “I’d take that as a compliment these days.”

She blinks at him, and he can tell she’s surprised.  But before she can respond, the last person in line ahead of him leaves with their lemonade, and the young man running the stand calls for the next customer.

“You want something?” Dean asks Lisa, hooking a thumb towards the menu hanging next to the stall.  She nods, then immediately tries to talk him out of paying, but he won’t hear it.  “It’s just a lemonade, Lis’.”  The old nickname rolls of his tongue.  “It’s not like I’m buying a fancy dinner.”

After a moment she relents, and Dean orders two large lemonades and a large raspberry lemonade.  When Lisa lifts a questioning brow at the third order, he grins.  “That one is for the ol’ ball and chain.”

Her eyebrows go up.  “You’re married?”

“Yeah, going on ten years now.”  He accepts the first drink from the kid making them, and passes it over to Lisa.  She looks so flabbergasted that he laughs.  “What?  Didn’t think anyone would want me?”

She accepts the cup, but gives him a stern look.  “It’s not that.  I’m just surprised you finally settled down.”

With a wince and a nod, he accepts her explanation.  “Fair point.”  He accepts the other two drinks, and steps away from the stand to give the next customer room to order.  “Want to meet ‘em?  We have a booth over that way-” he gestures with his own drink, “-selling honey.”

She smiles brightly.  “I’d love to.”

He tilts his head in a motion to follow him and sets off across the market, weaving through the empty spots in the crowds.  Despite the heat, he’s not in a hurry.  The ice in his lemonade chills it enough that he’s worried about brain freeze if he sucks it down too fast, and now he’s able to actually enjoy the day.  As well as the company.

“So you sell honey now?” Lisa asks in between sips of her own drink.

“Yeah, we have a bunch of hives.  Although that’s just fun money.  I pay the bills with my books.”

Lisa almost misses a step, and she looks up at him with wide eyes.  “Your books?  Are you saying you’re a writer?”

“Published and everything.”  Okay, so he may be bragging a little bit, but he is kinda famous now.  

“What do you write?”

“Horror mostly.”  He grins down at her.  “It’s cathartic to turn all the noise in my head into bloody death and destruction on the pages.”

She pales slightly.  “Really?”

“Most of my stories have a happy ending.”  Not his first few books.  It took finding his his own happy ending - and beyond - to learn how to write them for his characters.  

“Huh.  Maybe I’ll have to check them out.”

He can tell from her tone that she’s not really interested.  It’s a little bit of a bummer, but he knows the horror genre isn’t for everyone.  Especially for someone as optimistic as Lisa.  So he decides to change the subject.  “What about you?  What’s been going on in your life and what brings you back to Lawrence?”

She visibly brightens.  “I’m moving back here to be closer to my family.  Plus I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Oh yeah?  That’s pretty awesome.”  The crowds part and he can see the honey stand not too far away.  There’s a young couple sorting through the jars, pointing out different flavors to each other as they try to decide which one they want.  Dean always suggests the blackberry.  It’s his favorite.

“I’m excited for it,” she says.  Then her voice turns shy.  “I also… have a son.”

That grabs Dean’s attention, and he turns his head so he can focus on her again.  “Wow, really?  Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ben, and he’s thirteen.”  Lisa goes on to tell him about how Ben is a little flirt with the girls, and loves classic rock.  She laughs and points out how it’s funny that her son is turning out so much like the bad boy type that she’s always been into.  “His dad’s not around,” she says with a shrug and a grin, “So apparently I’m the bad influence.”

Dean scoffs.  “Sounds to me like you’re the best influence.”

She laughs.  “Thanks, I guess.”

They’re stopped just outside the stand now, and the couple picking through the honey has made their decision and are walking away with their purchase.  Dean leads Lisa into the empty space they leave behind.  He meets curious blue eyes over the table still half full of honey jars.  Ten years, and those eyes still make his pulse race as if he’s looking at his crush instead of his spouse.  “Hey, babe, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

With a nod, Castiel stashes the money he just made in the cash box and gently closes the lid.  As if it’s a delicate piece of crystal and not a clunky metal box.  Dean’s eyes follow the movements of his long, delicate fingers before turning to Lisa to gauge her reaction to his husband.  

She looks slightly confused, her smile not quite as full as it was before, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a grin.  It used to be hard to come out to people.  But now, he enjoys the shock factor.  It’s almost as good as hearing fans talk about how scared shitless they are when they read his books.  And Lisa hadn’t been a part of his life for several years by the time he came to terms with his bisexuality, so she had no clue about the secret he’d been keeping from the world when they were in high school.

Castiel comes around the table and stands next to Dean.  He accepts the raspberry lemonade Dean hands him with a grateful smile, and then turns his attention to Lisa.  “Hello.”

“Lisa, this is my husband Castiel.”  Dean snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist and pulls him close.  The back of his shirt is even more damp than Dean’s despite the fact that he’s stayed in the shade the whole time they’ve been at the Market.  “Cas, this is Lisa.  We were a thing way back in highschool.”

Lisa looks back and forth between them for a moment, disbelief clear in her eyes.  But it fades quickly when she realizes Dean is serious.  “Hello, Cas.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s good to meet you as well,” Castiel says, all formality, because heaven forbid he shed his private schooled, silver-spoon-in-the-mouth, upbringing.  Not that Dean minds.  He thinks it’s sexy.  “Dean has talked about you, and I’m happy to put a face with the name.”

“Oh no!” Lisa laughs.  “That doesn’t sound good.”

Castiel’s smile is gentle, but his eyes shine with good humor.  “I’ve only heard good things, I promise.”

Lisa laughs again and expresses her disbelief, but Castiel is insistent.  Eventually their conversation turns to the honey sold at the stand, and Dean stands back and watches them interact while sipping his lemonade.  

It’s odd, seeing his past and his present standing side by side, talking about the pollination habits of bees.  Lisa had been his everything when they were kids.  Eighteen had seemed so grown up at the time, but looking back on it now from the comfort of his mid-thirties, he can only shake his head at how young they’d truly been.  It’s no wonder their relationship hadn’t worked out.  Despite wanting the apple pie dream of a marriage, kids, and little house with the white picket fence, Dean had the heart of a wanderer and hesitated to promise to plant roots.  Not to mention the fact that he still had a lot of growing up to do, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.  Lisa was ready to settle down, and kept turning Dean down when he asked her to hop in the car and go adventuring with him.  When they both realized that things between them weren’t going to go past a promise ring, they’d drifted apart.  

Dean had prayed every night for a long time that she’d change her mind.  But when he came back to Lawrence after a year on the road, he’d learned that she’d moved away.  With no way to find her he’d finally given up hope that they’d get back together and give life together a go.  And he’d gone back out on the road, looking for the happiness he longed for.

Eight years, thousands more miles on the Impala, and a couple published books later, Dean met Castiel.  He’d been out trolling for a one night stand, but he’d been hooked by Castiel’s dark messy hair, passionate blue eyes instead.  And he discovered a man to love under the thick layer of sexy.  One night turned into two, which turned into a week, and somehow it spread into the last ten years.  And hopefully their whole lives to come.

They had the marriage part of Dean’s childhood dreams, but instead of a house in a nice neighborhood they had a little farmhouse with a small orchard on the edge of town Dean had grown up in.  They weren’t sure yet if they wanted to expand their family past their siblings and nieces and nephews, but it wasn’t off the table yet.  In the meantime Dean had his books, Castiel had his bees, and most of all, they had each other.  Maybe it wasn’t “apple pie”, but since pecan is his favorite anyway, it worked out perfectly.

At eighteen he hadn’t known this kind of happiness could exist.

He wonders if he could have found it with Lisa.  Perhaps.  He’d definitely loved her.  But with almost two decades between their time together and now, he certainly can’t imagine what his life would have been like if he’d gotten what he’d prayed for back then.  He doesn’t even want to try.

“Well, I’d better get out of here,” Lisa says.  “It’s almost time for me to pick Ben up from baseball practice.”

Dean shakes away his thoughts, and focuses on her.  “You should bring him around some time.  I’d love to meet him.”

“I’d like that.”  And she looks like she genuinely means it.  Which is great.  Dean would love to rekindle their friendship.

Castiel and Lisa exchange goodbyes, and then Castiel leans into Dean’s side while they both watch her disappear into the crowd.  

“She seems very nice,” Castiel murmurs.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

He feels Castiel’s eyes on the side of his face.  “Just cool?  Wasn’t she the girl you prayed to God you’d get to keep forever?”

Dean chuckles and turns to meet Castiel’s eyes.  His husband’s lips are just barely turned up at the corner, a sure tell that he’s teasing.  “I can’t believe you remember that.  We were both wasted when I told you about her.”

“You were wasted,” Castiel counters.  “My tolerance for alcohol is higher than yours.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t brag.”  Dean leans in and presses a kiss to Castiel’s lips.  

When they pull apart, Dean sighs.  He’s not sure it’s possible for him to ever get tired of Castiel’s kisses.

“I’m pretty thankfully actually,” Dean murmurs.  He traces shapes against Castiel’s chest through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.  His finger brushes over the little golden cross hidden under the shirt’s collar.  Castiel has rarely taken it off since Dean gave it to him on their five year anniversary.  Dean’s firmly settled into being an atheist, but Castiel still has his faith, yet it’s not something that’s ever come between them.  “For not getting an answer to that prayer.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m rather grateful to Him for that myself.”  Castiel pecks him on the lips again, and then pulls away.  His fingers curl in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he pulls him around the table and back under the shade of their booth.  

They don’t have more than a minute to sip at their drinks together before another customer comes up to the stand.  Castiel sets his lemonade aside so that he can assist them, and Dean watches him fondly.

His relationship with God had always been tenuous, even before he decided he didn’t believe at all.  But right then and there, he sends up a prayer of thanks for all the good things in his life.  You know, just in case someone is listening.  He may not have gotten what he asked for, not exactly.  But he wouldn’t trade what he has now for anything else in the world.