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“My son will be teaching us how to fight against these Newborns, as he and his sister have experience dealing with them.” Carlisle explained to the wolves. Edward spoke before Jasper could get a word out. “They want to know who Y/N is. They’ve never seen her before.” He translated for the wolves.
Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Sooooo I’ve been very very quiet the last months, because I was super busy with my finals but now they are almost over. And while watching some videos on YouTube I got this idea, I had to write this. So let’s jump into it! I hope you enjoy! ♥
Words - 846
Warnings - crying but mostly fluff
As you sit on the double bed in your bedroom, your legs and arms wrapped around a big cushion, you look over to your nighttable, your phone halfway charged.
Your heart hammers against your chest, you pick up the phone, unplug it and dial Natasha’s number, but before pressing the inviting green button to call her, you delete the number again and stare at the clock on your phone.
It’s 2:36 pm and it shouldn’t take long until your husband is home. And you wanted him to know first. It is his right to know first, wasn’t it?
A/N: I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. Reader is Sam’s daughter. In this story Dean has gotten outta the life and is married and has kids of his own. Reader is 18.
Dean x Niece!Reader
You stared at the last photo that was ever taken of you and Sam, your father. Dean had taken it while you were all celebrating your fifth birthday in the bunker. Sam had his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back while you looked excitedly at the cake. That photo was almost thirteen years old, meaning it had been nearly twelve years since your father died.
You remember it like it was yesterday; he had been sick for a while, it wasn’t until a few years ago Dean told you that he had been completing trials that would close the gates of hell forever. Your dad had sacrificed life for the greater good, that’s how Dean had put it. You held a bit of resentment towards your dad for choosing to do something that would forever take him away from you.
But, he was still your hero.
After he died Dean moved you and himself to a small town in North Carolina; a place where nothing really happened. You went to school but didn’t really fit in with any of the kids; you were the weird kid who liked to read books and believed in monsters. You were extremely close with your uncle during this time; whenever Dean wasn’t working in the shop he was spending time with you. He taught you how to fish, fix baby, and the two of you had more movie nights then you could count.
The dynamic between you two changed after he started dating Allison when you were nine. At first it was small things, like ditching movie nights for dates. After they got married things still remained the same; Dean was still a great uncle and Allison was an amazing aunt. Allison had your first cousin, Jake, when you were twelve, this was when things changed dramatically.
Movie nights were nonexistent; so was learning how to work on the impala, and there was no talk of hunting what so ever. Dean had never told Allison hunting but would still teach you about it, saying it was in your blood, that if Sam had died doing it then you had a right to at least know about it.
Even if he repeatedly told you that hunting was not going to be in your future.
@isabelle-297 I know I may be late girl, but I promised to write this story and here you go 💕
“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking towards me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
JYP has announced a new girl group in the company and you happened to be one of the members. The moment you signed in, that was the moment you were hoping to just focus on music and your career, but something gets in the way. A massive love triangle is what causes a bumpy road for you and your future.
do you know if the house partys good for all ages?????? im 19 but i dont have a state ID and my 11 year old sister wants to come with me qAq""
Actually, I was wondering that too, as my little sister wants to come as well! I’m really not sure though- I hope we get more info on the entire thing soon!
I don’t see why it would be age restricted (Gorillaz in general aren’t super kid friendly, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be too “adult” or anything, just a fun experience) but they haven’t confirmed anything, as far as I’m aware.
Does anyone else know????
It’d be extremely appreciated‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
“i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” Majorly Judging you w/Kara as the cute daughter :)
i love this prompt thank you so much
‘Should we go over it once more?’
Lucy sighs heavily, running her hand through her hair as she scans her notes again. She shakes her head. ‘It’s late, Alura. The best thing you can do at this point is sleep, probably’.
‘I’m just…’ the anxiety in Alura’s voice is clear, the fear behind her eyes burning, as it has been, more and more, as this day has approached, ‘I want to do everything I can’.
‘Hey’, Lucy reaches across the space between them to grip Alura’s hand, ‘we’ve got this, okay?’
‘And yet I can’t help but worry’. Alura grips her hand like its a lifeline, and Lucy’s heart aches. Alura has been so strong since this mess began, but she looks so exhausted. ‘It’s not that I don’t have faith in your abilities, Lucy, its just -’
‘You’re a judge’, she says softly, trying to soothe, and comfort, as best she can, ‘and you’ve seen cases backfire, I know’.
Who said there were no girls on Neverland? Who said Peter Pan ruled
over this world on his own? On the other side of the island, far from
the mermaid lagoon, the echo cave and the skull rock – that’s where
(Y/N) and her girls lived. Because behind every great man there is an
even greater woman, what would the king be without his queen?
Doesn’t star any OUAT characters apart from Pan, Felix and Wendy.
take it?” He asked in the same flat tone he always used when she
was on his mind.
told him it sounded forced and unnatural. That was the day he
received the awful scar that would become his distinctive feature.
Ever since that day nobody ever mentioned her again unless Pan
initiated the conversation, which he rarely ever did, for the obvious
reason that he couldn’t even say her name, even after a century. The
Shadow nodded and flew away, like it usually did.
A storm was
brewing this morning, following the uncharacteristically calm night.
All living souls on Neverland knew they better stay in their shacks
and not upset him further, for the weather on Neverland was merely a
reflection of Pan’s state of mind. What was so different today? Today
was special – special to him. Time didn’t pass in Neverland that
was true. Not a minute had ticked away since the very first day, but
still it was a special day. No one so far had connected the dots yet
every 365 days, there was a storm ravaging the island.
*sits and waits patiently for said plans for Bang*
Saeran: “What a naughty girl you are, begging to be fucked. I bet if it stick my fingers inside you right now, they will be covered in my juices. Shall we test to see if my theory is true baby? Hahaha, the RFA will join us for dinner soon. Let’s see if you can hold back an orgasm in front of them” Just wait till he finger fucks you during dinner :) I got big plans for this fucking series 😂😂😂
It was well into the new year and the weather was finally
starting to warm up, or so you thought until you woke up to find the need to
put on an extra jacket. It wasn’t quite summer yet, to your dismay, and that
meant that exam season was slowly making its descent upon the students. Your
other friends and colleagues all felt the pressure from the piling assignments
given by relentless professors, along with any other jobs or worries on the
side that kept the rest of their days just as busy.
For you particularly, it was a part-time job at a café that
didn’t feel part-time at all. Being a poor college student, you needed all the
extra money you could get, and that meant working right after your grueling
morning classes during the weekdays, and even clocking in on the weekends
whenever you were able to do so.
Even with your packed schedule, you were able to manage your
time well enough; you wished you could say the same for your boyfriend.
James designs something important. Jessie distracts him. Find it here on AO3. Rocketshipping, Fluff.
If you liked it, please leave a review on the archive!
It needs to be perfect.
Frowning slightly, James scrubs out a few lines with his eraser, then squints at his unfinished design. The sun is directly overhead now, making it difficult to focus even under the beach umbrella. He rolls his shoulders back a few times to stretch, then carefully redraws the lines.
There, that’s better.
The structure needs to be at least seven feet long, and probably almost as wide. Large enough to accommodate two adults of above-average height, a small but restless cat, and a blue balloon pokémon prone to talking in his sleep. James supposes they’ll sleep in their usual configuration: Jessie on the right, himself on the left, and Meowth sandwiched between them. Wobbuffet will likely want to be as close to his “mother” as possible, so the design will have to allow for some extra space on the right side of the mattress. For the frame, a fallen acacia koa he’d spotted a half-mile from Bewear’s cave will do nicely. For the mattress stuffing, he’ll collect pikipek feathers. According to his guidebook, the woodpecker pokémon will soon begin molting in preparation for their evolution into trumbeak.
“Here! Pass it here!”
“Pipe down, will ya?!”
James smiles as he continues his work, hearing the distant voices of his little family. Jessie, Wobbuffet, and Mareanie are frolicking in the surf, tossing a large white beach ball back and forth. Meowth floats on an inflatable raft a bit further out, sunglasses on and paws folded neatly on his furry stomach. Mimikyu skulks on the beach a few feet away from the umbrella, clicking ominously and pushing sand into little piles. James tries to ignore the pokémon’s frightening voice, and instead focuses on Wobbuffet’s exuberant cries and Jessie’s screams of laughter. His heartbeat quickens at the sound of her voice, audible even over the winds and the tides.
In Alola, Jessie is happier than he’s ever seen her. His partner is still fiery and assertive, but he hasn’t sensed desperation in her voice or detected loneliness in her eyes since they made their home in the island paradise. She’s more likely to be affectionate with Wobbuffet and to joke with Meowth, and she’s made friends with Mareanie, despite the initial animosity between them. Startlingly, Jessie has even allowed him to take the lead on a few missions… and in another arena as well. James bites his lip, remembering yesterday’s moonlit tryst, her moans of pleasure, the imprint of his fingertips lingering on her thighs.
Perhaps Jessie is happy because she knows now that I am hers and she is mine.
He flushes guiltily, berating himself for the thought. Though the tenderness in his partner’s blue eyes tells him everything he needs to know, Jessie is still reluctant to put her feelings into words. James won’t rush her. He’ll continue to show her in every word and action how much he adores her, and someday soon, she’ll be ready too.
“Are you going to join us, or are you going to waste the whole day on that silly sketchbook?” He lifts his head from his design at the teasing words, and can’t suppress a gasp. The pokémon continue their game in the surf, but Jessie has left the water and is now standing before him in her simple black bikini. She wrings out her wet hair, causing rivulets of seawater to roll down her pale curves. Jessie is some ocean goddess come to captivate and claim him, and James is utterly helpless before her.
“In a minute, Jess,” he manages, feeling his blush return. Jessie basks in the attention, cocking one hip to show off a little more. Her pale skin shimmers in the sunlight, water droplets sparkling like jewels. “I hope you remembered to wear sunscreen,” he says, and Jessie rolls her eyes.
“You worry too much, dear,” she says, crawling under the umbrella and kneeling behind him. She presses her torso flush against his back, her knees on either side of his hips. James dares to place an affectionate hand on one of her smooth thighs, and Jessie winds an arm around his waist in response, pulling him close. Her sharp chin is nestled in the crook of his neck, and tendrils of damp crimson hair soak his shirt.
“What are you working on, anyway?” she asks, peering over his shoulder at the sketched design.
James smiles sidelong at her. “It was supposed to be a surprise.” She pokes him in the side, eliciting a small yelp. “Hey! All right, I’ll tell you. I know I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise.” Jessie hums contentedly into his neck. She’s always admired his talents for architecture and mechanics, especially because such pursuits have always mystified her.
“It’s the bed you asked for,” James admits, his voice shaky despite himself. Jessie’s heart jumps in her chest. That was her James, unfailingly loyal and infinitely capable of the deepest, most enduring type of love. No one has ever taken care of her like this; she’s always been too afraid to let them. But now…
She swallows, trying in vain to dispel the tightness in her throat. “Fit for a princess?” she tries to tease, but the words are choked and watery.
James lifts her left hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into her palm. “No. A queen.”
“Oh, James.” Jessie can’t bear the moisture welling in her eyes. With gentle fingertips, she turns his head to meet hers and kisses him, the design forgotten in his lap.
Jessie tastes like lipstick and saltwater, and James can’t get enough. He wonders fleetingly if Meowth is watching before he surrenders completely to the feeling of Jessie’s velvet mouth on his. When her soft tongue slips past his parted lips to lick at his own, he melts into her embrace, tangling one hand in her damp hair. The kiss is over far too soon, and when he whines a little at the loss of contact, she chuckles and kisses him again, slow and deep and sweet.
James sucks gently at Jessie’s lower lip as they pull apart, enjoying her soft moan. She pecks his cheek, then rises to her feet, brushing sand from her knees. Her cheeks are pink, and he knows it has little to do with the sun and wind.
“James?” she asks, smirking.
“About the bed. Make sure it’s sturdy.” She grins at his dumbstruck expression, then turns and runs back into the surf to join the others. James can do nothing but flop onto his back under the umbrella, nearly catatonic with joy.