should stick to gifs

I’m Spoken For

gif is mine

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count:  1,016

Warnings: some random girl (you’ll see lol)

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Another city, another person to save from a supernatural creature.  You, Dean, and Sam were in Montana hunting a shapeshifter who was killing humans, along with the person they were using as a meat suit.  

Dean and Sam helped the woman to her feet after you cut her free from the pole she had been tied to.  Once she was on her feet, she clung to Dean as if she couldn’t stand.  “Oh my god, thank you so much,” she breathed, resting her head against Dean’s chest.

You couldn’t help but cringe at the woman.  “Dean are you sure that thing was alone,” you asked, glancing over at him.  You locked eyes with the woman for a brief few seconds.  “I know there’s not another body down here, but still.”  You joined Sam who was looking at the different piles of flesh.  You had to make sure that the body count was the same from the coroner’s report.

“Nothing else ever came down here,” the woman answered before Dean could say a single word.  She glanced up at Dean, bringing her hand up to his chest.  “You must be Dean.  Nice to meet you, I’m Alice.”

“Well Alice, you’re safe now,” Dean reassured her, forcing a smile.  “Looks like they kept you unscathed, but why?”

Keep reading

“Harry Edward Styles, why is the kitchen a disaster?!” You we’re looking at your kitchen in horror. There was dishes, flour, and trash everywhere. You had been upstairs taking a shower and getting ready while Harry said he was going to make a dessert for the dinner you two we’re hosting later tonight.

Harry had been staring at his phone but turned around in shock once he heard your voice. “Uhm hi love. I totally thought you’d be longer upstairs and I could have this all cleaned up before ya got down here” He chuckled a bit to himself and shrugged.

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a glare. “Well why is it a disaster in the first place?! You were just to make a simple dessert, one you’ve made before. Come on H, people are going to be over in like less than an hour and our kitchen looks like a bomb went off!”

Harry put his phone down, walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I..uh I may of got caught up playing trivia crack on my phone?! Then I realized how little time I had to make the dessert and get it in the oven, so I rushed to finish it, which is why the ingredients are everywhere.”

You rolled your eyes at him “That doesn’t answer why the kitchen is still a mess. If you think I’m cleaning it up you’re dead wrong! I’m going to go get the dining room cleaned and ready. You” you grabbed his chin in your hands and squeezed his cheeks “clean up this mess and start prepping dinner kay?” You removed his arms from around your waist, gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked into the dining room.

“Yes love” Harry chuckled to himself but began cleaning up the kitchen as you asked. He connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen and began playing music off your favorite Spotify playlist.

After a bit of cleaning and quietly singing along to the playlist one of your favorite songs came on. “Oh my god yes, I LOVE this song, turn it up H!” Harry turned up the music and you got lost in the song.

You started dancing around the dining room as you cleaned. You were belting out the lyrics, in your own little world. “POOUUURRRR SOMMMEEE SUGAR ON MEEE… IM HOT STICKY SWEET FROM MY HEAD TO MY FEET YEEAAHH.” You were getting so into the song. Shaking your hips and singing as if you thought you were the professional singer in this relationship.

Once the song ended all you could hear was Harry’s laughter from the kitchen. You looked over at him and saw him hunched over laughing immensely. “Heyyyy, Why are you laughing so hard…what’s so funny H?!

Harry took a couple deep breaths trying to calm his laughter. He wiped at the corners of his eyes because he laughed so hard he was crying. "Nothing love, I just have never seen ya get so into a song. It’s quite entertaining”

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed “And why is that so funny to you? Just because it may not be my job doesn’t mean I can’t dance and sing around in my own house!”

Harry walked over you to you, silently laughing. He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms around your waist. “No it doesn’t but I think you should stick to your day job and I’ll stick to the singing, yeah?”

You whacked him in the chest and tried to push away from him, but he held you even tighter. “Well then why are you with me if my singing isn’t up to par with yours?” You pouted at him and gave him your big puppy dog eyes.

“Well I jus really like you” He gave you his typical cheesy but charming smirk and you couldn’t help but smile back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the lip.

“I really like you too”

Title: One More Step
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: This took waaaaaay too long to get out and I humbly apologize for my incompetence, bUT this was a super good request and I wanted it to be a+.

“(Y/n),” Danny said, gently shaking your shoulder to try and stir you from your sleep. “(Y/n).” He repeated, this time drawing it out and poking various areas on your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, giving him a blank look, when you noticed Danny was actually up before you, you sat up. “What time is it?”

Danny shook his head. “Doesn’t matter! Come on, get up. We’re going somewhere today!”

You threw off the blankets and noticed Danny was practically bouncing with excitement, already fully dressed even if his hair was slightly more tousled than usual. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but don’t worry, you’ll like it.” He said cheekily, giving you a wink before letting you get changed.

It almost never took you long to get dressed, you had developed it down to a science ever since college. But when you pushed open the door, Danny was sitting down on the sofa, apparently talking to someone on the phone.

You were about to return to the room to give him some privacy, but Danny noticed you out of the corner of his eye and motioned you over.

“Who were you talking to?” You asked, tucking your shirt into your jeans while approaching him.

“Joy.” He answered, placing his phone into his pocket.

“Oh, what did she want?”

Danny chuckled a little. “Well, she found out about the whole instance with the Hand breaking into your shop, and to say she was pissed I hadn’t told her was an understatement,” He mused, getting a laugh out of you. “But apparently she had been tracking down one of Madame Gao’s men and basically threatened them if they ever came near you again.”

Your shoulders perked up. “Wait, does that mean I can go back to my shop?” You asked, trying to control the excitement in your voice.

Danny nodded, and barely had time to speak again before you tackled him into a hug.

“That’s great! Can we go now? I should get my things, then we can go. Wait right here! I’ll be back!” You said so quickly Danny almost missed it.

He watched you sprint up the stairs in record time.

You pushed open both of the doors to your shop, smiling brightly at the interior. It was a closed day, but you were ready to spend the next several days completely absorbed in your work.

“I’ve missed her so much,” You said, running your hand along the shelves. “I don’t think I’m
gonna go home for weeks.”

Danny placed his arm over your shoulders. “You call your shop a ‘her’?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” You said, tossing your things on the sofa and running to turn on some of the main floor lights.

You had several rows of string lights littered all over the store, and Danny jumped a little when they all suddenly turned on, drenching everything in a light hue.

“Isn’t she pretty?” You asked, returned to his side while you rest your elbow on his shoulder.

For the next couple hours, Danny listened to go on about how happy you were to be back in your store, and how it felt like years since you had been there.

Not long, the sky started to get dark outside, the lights from the shop becoming more saturated in color. Danny felt an awkward tension settle over him, but you hadn’t seemed to noticed. A plethora of paperwork was scattered around you while you were busy filling them out.

Now that everything was clear on your end, you wouldn’t have to stay with him anymore.

And it bothered Danny far more than he’d care to admit.

He didn’t doubt Joy, but past events have proven that the safest place for you was by his side.

And Danny liked having you there.

Sure, watching you stare sadly outside the window of his apartment while you lived there in some odd guilded cage wasn’t the best arrangement. He wanted you to have your shop and your life, but he didn’t want you to go away.

What upset him though, was how happy you seemed with the situation. He probably got boring after awhile, but he didn’t think he was sobad so as not to elicit some kind of reaction. Your time spent together was probably the most pleasant experience he’s had since returning to the city. Perhaps it was just false hope to assume you felt the same.

“Dan,” You called, looking at him with a quizzical brow. “You okay? You blanked out on me.”

He shrugged and chuckled. “It’s nothing, I think I should probably be headeing out.”

There was a flicker of emotion that crossed your face, and maybe it had only occurred to you know the gravity of the situation.

“Oh, yeah I guess it’s gotten pretty late, hasn’t it?” You said, standing up from your chair and walking over to him.

There as a brief pause, the sounds of cars rolling past and the very subtle hum of music coming from a small club a couple buildings down.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for saving my life and letting me stay at your place till the whole thing blew over,” Your fingers were fumbling together as you tried to get your thoughts out in an eloquent manner. “I was probably the biggest pain, so thanks for putting up with me. And stop by whenever you want, really.”

Danny tilted his head. “You shouldn’t be thanking me, I let you stay with me because I wanted to keep you safe and I wanted you there,” He cleared his throat. “I still want you there, actually. You make the place feel a lot more like home when you’re there and I like the way you think and talk,” He finished with a small laugh. “But if you wanna go, don’t let me stop you.”

You gave him a big smile and jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug.

Danny welcomed the embrace, holding on just as tight and basking in your presence for as long as you could.

It was silent again.

“I like being with you, too,” You answered, hopping down to your feet. “But I think, for now at least, I should stick around here, get some stuff figured out and then we can talk about it again. Sound good?”

The fact that you’d even consider staying with him long-term was all Danny needed. So happily, he nodded his head.

“Sounds perfect.”

7. “Just pretend to be my date”.
Dean Winchester x Reader
Requested by anon.
As you were waiting for your friends to meet you at the bar, a drunken stranger was obnoxiously annoying you. Trying to get you to dance with him, or sit on his lap.

No matter how many times you turned him down and lied about meeting a date, he didn’t leave you alone.

You saw a guy walk in to the bar. His hair spiked, wearing a button up and tired expression plastered onto his face.

You didn’t know him, but there was something about him that made you feel safe.

“Oh look! There’s my date.” You lied. Pointing at the strangers direction.

Without hesitation, you walked over to his table, and smiled. “Hi, I know you don’t know me, but can you do me a huge favor?” You asked, your hand on his arm.

He glanced up and met your gaze, his lips slowly curving as he got a better look at you. “Okay?” He exhaled.

“Cool!” You chuckled. “Just pretend to be my date. Please, there’s this creepy guy that won’t leave me alone and-”

He stopped you right there, pulling out a chair for you. “I understand completely.” He cackled.

“So, do you have a name or should I just stick to babe?”

“Y/N.” You chuckled.

He flashed a smirk, taking your hand into his. “Dean.”

“Missed Call”

Tig Trager x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

“Hey baby… I didn’t expect you to answer, that’s okay. I’m believing one day you’ll give me another chance and pick up… No pressure though… I’m just, uh… I’m not calling to make things worse, darlin’, I’m just hoping that with time you’ll change your mind. I was just calling to tell you how much you mean to me. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve realized how much you changed my life. I miss you so much, baby. I know it’s gonna take you a while to believe what I’m saying, and even longer to trust me again, that’s okay too. You don’t have to make your mind up right now, baby. However much time you need to come back to me, take it…. And I just wanted you to know that I’ll never meet another woman like you, I know that, and I know I brought this on myself. So take your time, don’t rush. I love you. I don’t wanna spend my life with anyone but you, baby. Please come back to me.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing 7 to delete the message left in your mailbox the night before. That was the 10th one in the week since you’d been gone. You clapped shut the burner flip phone. You had taken one of Tig’s many cheap prepaid phones when you left Charming to stay with your best friend for a while.

You sighed as you studied the phone in your hands.

You had left the number with Gemma to reach you if there was an emergency, but you should have known better that Gemma would do anything to help Tig get you back. She continuously told you that you were the best thing that had ever happened to him, but you didn’t know if you could come back now…

Tig had done the one thing he promised he wouldn’t do anymore once you got with him, he got arrested.

You weren’t an idiot. You knew who you were in love with: An outlaw, a biker, a criminal. You were certain he wouldn’t avoid arrest entirely, but the promise was to TRY to stay clear of the police.
If you were honest, you could have lived with it if he had been arrested for something normal.

Of course the topic of discussion was Tig Trager, so his charges were always going to be anything but normal.

Public lewdness…. A charge that got not only himself locked up, but also the croweater he was caught with.

You felt betrayed when he called you from the jail asking if you’d drive 2 hours out to Reno to post his bail, but when you got there and realized what his charges were, you turned around and left without getting him out, stopping by Gemma’s once you made it home with the bail money and your cell phone number.
You told Gemma that her or Clay could post his bail if they wanted to, but you were done.

Gemma, of course, tried to talk you out of it. She told you Tig had made a mistake and you should stick around and talk it out, chew him out, but try to forgive him.

Unfortunately you knew that sticking around wouldn’t get through to Tig… At the very least you needed time away.

What Tig had done may have been excusable to some old ladies, you knew some who let their men run wild. Other old ladies, like Gemma, probably would’ve been pissed, electing to stand their ground and rip their old man a new one when he got home. You understood the theory, he was on a run, after all.
But in the relationship the two of you had, it wasn’t excusable.
You knew you couldn’t stick around to fight with him about it right now.

You needed to get away.

He had to know it wasn’t okay.

He had to feel it with your absence.

And if he didn’t learn his lesson then you’d just stay gone.

He had broken your trust.

You guessed Gemma or Clay had posted his bail because this missed call was from his cell phone. He was right, you had changed his life, but he had changed yours too. You loved him with the entirety of your being, and a part of you knew you’d end up back in Charming eventually, but the other part of you wanted to be strong, stay gone, make him pay for how he humiliated you.

A knock on the front door roused you from your thoughts as you took a sip of your tea and looked across the room to your best friend who shrugged and stood to answer the door. As soon as she opened it you heard him, Alexander Trager, asking if you were here.

You couldn’t believe he drove the 100 miles away from Charming to get to your friend’s place just in the hopes that you’d be here. You hadn’t told anyone where you were going, so there was no way Tig could’ve known for sure this is where you were.

You rolled your eyes, although secretly impressed at his initiative, and stood from your seat as your friend stepped aside letting him walk in the door. He pulled off his sunglasses and stared at you for a moment in awe before you scoffed and walked into the hallway and towards the spare bedroom you were inhabiting. The soft padding of boots on the carpet behind you told you that Tig was following. He stepped into the room just as you sat yourself down on the edge of the bed.

He closed the door, walking to the bedside and getting down on his knees in front of you. From the look on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, you knew he hadn’t slept much, if at all, the last couple days.
“Baby I–”
“Save it, Tig…” you sighed, “I’ve heard it before.”
“Not from me,” he countered.

He was right, you had been cheated and lied to by other men in the past but never Tig. He was always so honest with you, but that just made what he did sting even worse.

“Oh okay so I’m supposed to be okay with it because this was your first fuck up?” you huffed, shaking your head and closing your eyes.
“No, baby. No. I know I messed up and I know I will never deserve you…. But I need you, (Y/N). I’m sorry and I need you.”

His voice cracked when he spoke the last sentence, making you open your eyes again and look up at him. Your sweet man was torn up, you couldn’t bear to see him hurt, not after all he’d been through in life before God brought him to you.

His head was hung, staring at the floor in front of his knees, silent.
“Hey,” you whispered, his head slowly lifting to meet your eyes, “We have some stuff to talk about…” you trailed off, reaching out to touch his cheek. He instinctively leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and placing his hands on your thighs.
“… But I forgive you,” you finished, pulling your hand back to rest on top of his.

“Oh baby,” he shook his head as relief washed over his face and he pushed himself up to his feet, pulling you up with him and into a hug.

“I love you…. Never again, Alex,” You murmured against his chest.

“Agreed. I love you (Y/N),” he spoke softly as he held you tightly, swaying side to side with you gently in the small bedroom, “Let’s go home.”


“We all wear masks. But which one is real? The one that hides your face? Or the one that is your face?”

Rock Jock

An interview on a local radio station turns disastrous for the Crystal Gems when Pearl and Amethyst fuse into Opal and accidentally step on the host. While Opal takes the injured DJ to the hospital, Garnet is left all alone to take care of the rest of the show – only to split when Ruby and Sapphire can’t agree on what kind of format they should stick to. While Sapphire prefers a public radio style to talk about current events, Ruby’s much more edgier approach turns her into an overnight sensation on the Beach City airwaves. Can Steven and Sapphire keep the fame from going to Ruby’s head and get Garnet back together again?

Late Night Drive

gif is not mine

Title: Late Night Drive

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1,011

Warnings: fluffish?

A/N: This wasn’t requested by anyone, but I wanted to write this. So I did :3 I hope you all like it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

During this summer night, the bunker was silent.  There was no case and Sam and Dean had gone to their rooms.  You on the other hand were in the library looking for another case.  You were getting antsy sitting around the bunker with nothing to do.  You had already cleaned the bunker in its entirety.  There was nothing else left for you to do.  Finding another case was the only thing left for you to do.

You didn’t even notice Dean walking into the library.  Dean tapped your arm as he read what was on your computer screen.  “[Y/N], why are you looking for another case,” Dean asked plopping down in the chair next to you.  “We finally have a chance to relax and here you are looking for a case.  Live a little sweetheart.”

“Dean I need something to do.  I’m not like you and Sam,” you mumbled.  “I need to keep going.  I even cleaned the whole bunker.”

Keep reading

“It hurts me too. I failed to save the one I loved most. Yet here I am, still alive. There’s so much stuff you’ve gotta do to live. You gotta eat. Sleep. Take an occasional dump. But, despite all that… If I stick around, the day may come when someone needs me.
You should stick around and wait for that day too. If it hurts so bad you wanna die, concentrate on revenge instead.
Live until you found a new reason for life. You’ll find people who’ll need you.”

- Owari no Seraph