the faces are all so priceless

anonymous asked:

while we are on the subject of spouse remember when Harry said to Louis face "you are getting married!!" and Louis was sort of completely lost for words? I loved that!

FOUND IT!! This moment, right? Because what even was that??
Like, why so certain Harry..? 😏

This is a callout post for the TSA agent who was incredibly thoughtful and concerned about me flying across the country all alone without an adult and wanted to make sure I knew how to go through security and felt safe and comfortable and explained that, as per the signs, children under 12 can keep their shoes on, and directed me specifically to another agent to help me so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed or afraid.

You were super sweet and kind, and the look on your face when I handed you my driver’s license and you realized I was 25 was priceless.

12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

-

A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

I know this is technically a day late, but let’s pretend I totally posted this yesterday… 

Neil starts outlining a plan in his head as he ducks between students and buildings. Group projects are the bane of his existence, but he has to do them if he wants to pass, and he has to pass if he wants to be eligible to keep playing Exy. At least this time Joseph Peters isn’t in his group, but he still prefers individual assignments. The faster he gets his five slides done, the less he has to interact with the group.

Neil cuts across the Green because it’s faster, but he has to weave through a sea of bodies. The warmer weather of spring has drawn out many students from their hoards in the library. From sunbathers to studiers, the grass is now marred by waves and waves of bright colors and tanned skin. The combination of laughter and the singing of nearby birds tangle together in the air like a tangible cacophony, and the rays of the sun lick down along the ground, creating a blissful atmosphere.

Neil sidesteps around a group of sorority girls and ducks to avoid getting in the middle of an ultimate frisbee game. By the time he makes it Perimeter Road, the crowds have thinned out, and it’s easy to cross the road and head up towards Fox Tower.

His dorm is dark when Neil unlocks the door. For some reason all of the lights have been turned off, and it instantly strikes Neil as odd. He knows he can double check the schedule taped to the fridge, but he distinctly remembers Nicky’s class getting out earlier than his. Even stranger still is the fact that someone has blocked out the windows, so only a few straggling bands of light seep in. The stark darkness puts Neil on edge, settling deep in his chest and making waves of anxiety begin to churn. He knows it’s been three years, that there’s no need to run anymore, but that doesn’t stop the disquiet in his bones or ease the itch now sparking in his muscles. He’s considering heading up to the roof and texting Andrew when the lights flick on.

“Surprise!”

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Murata stream update: Suiryu, your desperation and concern are duly noted but the egg has already taken care of this monster situation!

let’s talk about this iconic moment in honor of its first anniversary

it’s incredibly sad that after the amazing supportive loving hug j2 had, it had to be tarnished because of bearding

so right after j2 hug, jared goes to gen to look less gay i guess but for whatever reason it’s not enough for gen and she leans back towards jared which leads to the audience laughing and jensen stops his speech to see what’s going on as seen below

and his reaction is just so sad look at him!

when he sees what’s going on you can literally see him swallow his bitterness and anger and hurt and disappointement. You know this feeling when you get so mad but you can’t express your anger and you have to swallow up those strong negative feelings because if you don’t something worse will happen. it’s what jensen’s doing there! with a disdainful nod like “no, i can’t believe this”

and it’s even worse because this happens RIGTH AFTER j2 had their beautiful hug in front of everyone with jensen showing off his akf shirt and support for jared and i totally get that jared had to go to gen because if she was here he wasn’t gonna ignore her and it was fine because jensen couldn’t see anything but then this bitch had to put all the attention on her bullshit OTT PDA which made jensen interrupt his speech to see his partner fooling around with a beard that doesn’t give a shit about him and can you imagine seeing your long term significant other being cuddly in front of everyone who see nothing and laugh and cheer as if they’re looking at a real couple being cute and you have to bottle up this jealousy because “it is what it is” and you can’t do anything about it. and knowing that you’ll never be able to do the same with him in public. It’s so fucking unfair and sad. i hate this so so much

look at how done jensen is after witnessing this bullshit

and jared’s reaction when he sees that jensen saw what he was doing is sooo telling, it’s like looking a switch turning off what the fuck!! just LOOK AT HIM he knows he fucked up and hurt jensen

he looks so sad and resigned and he KNOWS how jensen feels, he had to watch jensen with his beard too after all and jared didn’t want to make jensen feel this way but it’s too late and he knows it’s what their life is like: being constantly pissed and hurt at watching from afar their true love faking it with someone else 

it’s so sad

BUT 

that being said 

you don’t piss off jensen ackles without getting some payback hahaha

so what’s awesome about this is that you can pinpoint the moment when jensen decides to throw some heavy shade on J/G he’s like “she… she’s” and he starts raising his eyebrows but keeping his eyelids low as if he’s unbothered and uninterested and the scornful smirk, it’s so condescending lol

look at his smile after he said it “yep i just did that, BITCH”  HAHAHAHA

and then he’s making fun even more with the way he says “so back off” (as in “yeah look at her with her “husband” wouldn’t want them to break up uh?!”) he’s completely exaggerating his face but just look at it in the video (every single frame taken separetely is PRICELESS) and i love THE COMPLETE AND UTTER DISDAIN in his “that’s what i’ve have been hearing” with the pursed lip and raised eyebrows just… it’s so beautiful!!! i love jensen so much. He was just so fucking done there it’s incredible. His face there is literally the face you make when you work hard on something and it’s someone else who gets all the congratulations for it like: oh yeah she’s totally the one who loves and supports him! and the one who sucks his dick after a long day of work! sure congratulate her she’s his “wife” that’s what we’ve all been hearing! lol

honestly this closing ceremony was incredible, i still can’t believe it happened but it is sad that this response only came because jensen was pissed and hurt in the first place, he just couldn’t help himself and though i don’t like seeing j2 hurt like that i’m so glad it happened because you simply cannot get any more obvious and blatant than that. SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK there’s ZERO subtlety in that, NONE! that’s how pissed he was

JARED AND GEN ARE “MARRIED” HAHAHAHAHAHA 

Moon, Stars, and Sun

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,577

Request: Yes.  -Leave requests here

Warnings: none my sensitive loves

Summary: Anon asked:  can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a son from when she was raped and her and spence have been dating a while and the biological father is dead and she asks spencer what to tell her son when he starts asking about who his dad is and spencer sees it as the perfect time to propose since he was planning on it anyway and the next day, emily sees the ring and freaks out with joy and tells garcia and jj and the rest of the team?

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

You curled your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself tight.  You had just gotten off the phone with Hotch, and he broke the news that Daniel Gunther, the father of your child, was dead.  He died that evening in his prison cell, and although you were relieved that your rapist was gone for good, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for Charlie, your son.  He was the moon, stars, and sun in your eyes and you didn’t know what you were ever going to tell him when he asked who his father was.  

Although he wasn’t old enough to understand much about it yet, you knew he would eventually ask who his real father was, since you met Spencer well after he was born.  He was bound to know that he wasn’t his real dad.

Sighing, you turned the TV on in Spencer’s bedroom.  You had moved there with Charlie a few months back since you’ve been dating for a while.  To your relief, both of the men in your life loved each other immensely, and that just gave you a truly warm feeling in your heart anytime you thought about either of them.  Spencer may not be his dad, but he was the perfect father, and that is all you could ask for.

You uncurled your legs and stretched them out in front of you on the bed, focusing your attention back to the TV.

“He’s finally asleep,” you heard a soft voice say from the door.  You looked over to see Spencer entering the room and your heart skipped a beat, the love you had for the man evident every time you saw him.  “That kid has got so much energy.”

“I know.  It’s a miracle when you get him to bed any earlier than midnight,” you said.  Your voice was softer than it usually was, and Spencer could tell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shook your head and turned off the TV.  “I just got a call from Hotch.  Daniel’s dead.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the news.  “When?”

“This evening.  They found him dead in his cell.  The guards think it was a suicide,” you replied, looking down at your hands folded in your lap.

“Wow,” was all he said.  After a few moments of silence, he grabbed your hands and you looked up at him.  “What’s the problem?” he asked gently.

“Charlie.  His dad is dead.  What do I tell him?” you asked.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him anything right now.”

“But he’ll start asking questions, Spence.  He knows you aren’t his actual dad and he’ll want to know about him.  I’ve tried to come up with a million lies to tell him about his dad, and I know that when the time comes, I won’t have the strength to lie to him,” you said.  You surprisingly weren’t crying.  Your voice was soft but rushed.  He knew you were trying to be strong for your son.  That you would do anything for him.  And right now, in that moment, he knew he would do the same.  Charlie was moon, sun, and stars in his eyes, too, and looking at you in that moment, with your hair unwashed and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, he knew you and Charlie were going to be a part of him for the rest of his life.  

“Stay here for just a second,” he said to you, getting up and walking out the door.  You had no clue what he was doing, but you watched him walk out the door and waited until he returned moments later, with a hand behind his back.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he sat in front of you on the bed, cross legged, his crazy mismatched socks touching your own bare feet.

“I get that you’re scared about Charlie, but the truth is, he’s a really strong kid.  There are plenty of things you can tell him about who his father was and what he did for a living, really the possibilities are endless.  But why don’t we wait until he is old enough to truly understand?  When he asks who his father is, just say it’s me.  Because as of right now, it is, isn’t it?  I mean you both live with me, and I love you both and I see us as a family, don’t you see us as a family?”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as you nodded vigorously at him.  You did see the three of you as a family.

“And I think the best way to secure that picture,” he said, bringing forward his hidden hand.  He was holding a small red velvet box.  “Is to ask you this question.”  His voice was shaking, as was his hands as it opened the box to reveal the radiant cut diamond ring.  You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your shy smile.  “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.  Make me the luckiest and happiest man on earth by allowing me to be in you and your son’s lives for the rest of mine.  Will you marry me?”  Tears began to fall from his eyes, too.  You looked at the ring, small and delicate, but bright and beautiful.  All you could manage was more nodding and a choked out yes.

The smile on Spencer’s face was priceless.  In a hurry, he took the ring out of its box and put it on your finger, holding onto your shaking hands with his.

“I love you so much, Spence,” you said through the happiest tears you’ve ever cried.

“I love you, too, y/n,” he replies in a croaky voice.  He pulled you into his arms, enveloping your body in his.  And that night, without the words, Spencer showed you just how much he loved you.


“Briefing in five,” JJ said, passing by your desk that Monday.  You and Spencer kept quiet over the weekend, keeping the news of your engagement to yourselves and Charlie.  Going into the bullpen that day, you managed to keep your left hand occupied as not to notify anyone of your news just yet.

“Hey, y/n.  I heard about Daniel,” Prentiss said, coming up to your desk.

“Yeah,” is all you said.  I mean, what could you say.  Without thinking, you ran your hand through your hair, flashing your ring to a gaping Emily.

“Um, what is that?” she asked.  You quickly hid your hand behind your head.

“What is what?” you asked nervously, pretending to scratch.  For a profiler, you were bad at lying.  Emily grabbed your hand and pulled it to her, eyes widening at the diamond upon your finger.

“Oh.  My.  God!” she yelled just as Garcia walked by.

“What are you screaming about that I am not included in?” she asked.  Emily shoved your hand out to let Garcia get a good look at it.  “Oh my god!” she said, grabbing your hand too.

“Guys, please,” you said grinning.  “We need to get ready for the briefing.”

“When did this happen?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Friday night.  He said he was going to do it later this month but he just couldn’t help it I guess,” you told them, grinning even bigger.  

“Aww.  My heart is so happy for you two,” Garcia said.  Her eyes were still on your ring, probably calculating how much money it costed.

“Am I interrupting something little ladies?” Morgan said as he walked up to the group.  Penelope grabbed your hand and stuck it out to him.

“Reid proposed Friday.  You’re boy didn’t even tell you, did he?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Guys, we need to- oh my god,” JJ said.  “Did Spence propose?”

“Well, I guess the cat is just totally out of the bag,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?” Everyone turned their heads to Spencer, sitting at his desk with a fresh cup of coffee, oblivious.

Gingerly, you hold up your hand to flash the ring to him.  He pressed his lips together in obvious embarrassment.  You shot him a look of apology as you knew he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.

“How did you propose to your girl without telling me?” Morgan asked, but he was still smiling.

“Guys,” you all heard Hotch from the briefing room.  With that one word, everyone straightened up and made their way to the room where him and Rossi were waiting.

“JJ, mind telling me why all of you are late?” Hotch asked, handing out the files for her in frustration.

“Pretty boy asked y/n to marry him,” Morgan answered for her.  That made Hotch look over at you and Spencer in surprise.

You shrugged and held up your hand once again to show David and Hotch the diamond.

“Well, I say that as soon as this investigation is closed, we celebrate with a few drinks and dinner,” Emily said taking a seat.

“Congrats,” is all Hotch said to you two, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m buying,” Rossi added before turning to the board to listen to JJ for the briefing.  You looked over at Spencer with a wide smile, and he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand across the table to hold.

You were absolutely the happiest woman on earth.

Spirit in the House - Chap 4/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,483

Warnings: Ghost!Reader, Coma, Language

A/n: I’m screaming, please scream with me! 
Happy Birthday @barnesndnobles Idk what’d do without you ♥ ILY!

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Originally posted by heartsandwheels

Bucky spent the next few days in complete silence. Every time he opened the wardrobe he expected to see you.

You used to hide in there and jump out at Bucky to scare him. Now that you were gone, he missed the excitement.

Bucky kept his promise and cleaned the apartment. He even decided to take care of himself. He sat down at the kitchen table and ate with gusto. It was the first home cooked meal he had eaten in a while.

On Saturday, he agreed to go out with Steve.

“What the hell happened to your face?” Steve smirked as Bucky approached the bar.

“I cut my hair, Steve. No big deal.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve took Bucky into a hug and patted his back.

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agentsupergay  asked:

8 or 11 (for the prompts list) would be super adorable if you're not too busy with these already... 😊

“She’s totally gonna cry,” Maggie whispered.

“No she’s not,” Alex brushed her off, hiding behind the sofa.

“Yes,” Cat joined them, taking pains to squat in heels and a tight skirt. “She is.”

No,” Alex rolled her eyes. “She’s…”

“Wanna bet?” Maggie smirked mischievously.

“Against you two? What is this? I don’t like it. I don’t approve of whatever evil alliance you’ve formed.”

“Extra cupcake says she sobs,” Maggie insisted.

Alex sighed, glaring back and forth between them, amused and tickled by their unholy union.

“Fine,” she relented. “Just shush. She’s coming.”

Everyone held their breath as keys turned in the door. Slowly, Kara opened it, flipping on the lights, crossing into the kitchen as James and Winn and Carter all sprang from the bathroom, the rest popping out from various hiding spots.

“Surprise!!!” they shouted.

“What!?” Kara gaped, taking a few steps back. “I didn’t even…I was just…”

“Happy birthday, sis,” Alex pulled her into a tight hug, patting her back a little as she allowed her to take in the decorations, her guests, the intense spread of food.

“This is…I really can’t believe you…did all this for me?”

“Of course we did,” Cat sidled up, brushing a few wisps behind Kara’s ear, lacing her arms around her neck as she pressed soft lips into her cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Kara continued to look around in shock, even as her eyes welled up, and she pulled Cat closer.

“This is…” she began to break. “…the sweetest…most amazing thing anyone’s ever…”

She turned to Cat’s shoulder, burying her face, letting go.

Maggie stepped behind Alex and pinched her sides, holding her hostage before she could squirm away.

“Happy birthday, Kara,” she offered.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh. She hated to lose, but knowing her girlfriend and her sister’s loved Kara just as much as she did was a gift all its own.

“Come on,” Alex grabbed Kara’s hand. “I have to show you what J'onn did. It’s priceless…”

They scurried off, leaving Cat and Maggie hovering over the cupcakes.

“So…” the detective tapped her fingers against the counter. “Should we split Alex’s, or…”

Cat was already grabbing a knife.

“Man, I like your style,” she nodded, rubbing her hands together, keeping a lookout as they waited to reap their reward.

yardnoc3103  asked:

So Valentine's Day I had people asking about my plans and crap. Normally I ignore it, but one lady and her husband kept pestering me and demanded I tell them what I was getting my girlfriend. As a single male this was pissing me off because why do they care and they don't know me at all. So I looked them straight in the eye and said "I plan on buying him some lube." The look on their faces PRICELESS HORROR Walked away going "I shouldn't have asked, I shouldn't have asked." Didn't get in trouble

Too Many Feelings Part 11 ( Final Part)

Summary: You and Bucky never get along one day Steve asks you to help him after on mission. Feelings could change?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1719

Warnings: Fuffly and Angst

Special Thanks @drinkfantasy for reading and beta this for me.

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Originally posted by seredelgi

You look at yourself in the mirror; you are wearing a beautiful golden dress with some high heels. This wasn’t your weeding day, but you were super nervous, maybe more than Tony and definitely more than Pepper.

First off all, you had to walk with Steve down the aisle, you are too anxious about being a bridesmaid, then your parents would meet Bucky for the first time and you know your parents can be a little judgmental.

 You feel a pair of arms sneaking around you waist, you feel his lips kissing your neck “You look beautiful, doll.”

You turn around smiling seductively at him, Bucky is wearing a dark grey tuxedo looking amazing “You clean up well, Bucky; I loved your hair pushed back like this.” You say running your fingers through his chest.

You kiss him; his hands keep you close to his body while yours explore his. You swear that the world stopped for a moment, his smell is intoxicating and you feel lost in the kiss. The soft lips, the mint taste. You don’t even realize that you are taking off his jacket.

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“You: What? Im hungry

Dean: You had a stake dinner two hours ago and ate half of mine

You: W-

Castiel: Dean, you do realize she is pregnant right?

You&Dean: What?

Castiel: Yes, she already has your appetite Dean

You: She?

Castiel: Oh yes. She is already strong, loving, caring like you. She is also stubborn, like Dean

Dean: Thats my girl

Sam: Did they find out? Or did you have to tell them?

You: You knew?

Sam: Of course, Cas told me on one of our hunts.

Castiel: I think its time for you to take it easy now. We dont want anything happening to you or the baby

Dean: Damn straight. I dont want anything happening to my girls

You: Fine. Cas, are you going to stay with me and play doctor?

Casiel: I would love to keep you company”

Dean is caught off guard by the pregnancy news and surprised you didnt find out yet or didnt fit the puzzles together. He is happy about being a father but also is scared because he didnt want anything happening to you or baby. Castiel has been wanting to tell you about your pregnancy, so he told Sam. Which Sam told him to wait until you found out so that you could tell Dean and finally him and Cas. Weeks has gone by and nothing. Castiel got tired of waiting and decided to tell the both of you instead, which he is happy he did because the expressions on both of you faces is extremely priceless for him. Sam is happy for his brother and happy he is going to be an uncle. An uncle to a niece and he is getting excited about meeting her. You couldnt believe you are pregnant, you didnt know if you could get pregnant at all and finally. A little life is growing inside you. The pregnancy made you incredibly happy. So happy the father is someone like Dean. So happy your daughter is going to have an uncle like Sam and Castiel. Something you have never had at all. It was only you and your parents growing up until they passed away. A family you have always wanted.

You are so very passionate about loving people. About helping people love themselves. You praise them, both outloud and excessively inside your head. You tell them that their flaws make them unique and different and oh so wonderful. You remind them of that all the time.

And then you look in the mirror and frown. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, as if your own reflection causes you pain. All you see are flaws, but not the ones that make one unique. Simple flaws. Just.. flaws. Flaws that can’t be described as unique and wonderful and everything inbetween. Flaws that somehow ‘ruin’ you.

How? How can you do this to yourself? How do you sit there preaching self love and self care when you do neither, not one. You self hate and self loath and you compare yourself to death, knowing that you’re killing yourself, slowly but surely. It’s happening. What a horrible way to die.

Stop putting such importance on physical beauty. Stop reducing all that you are to the shape of your face or eyes or body. Stop reducing yourself to the thickness and texture of your hair or the curves of your nose or the depth of your fine lines. Stop it, stop it right now.

Can’t you see you’re beautiful? That smile it’s amazing. That voice, so soothing. That personality? Priceless. You’re one in eight million. Literally. There is no one remotely like you.

Its okay to want to look good, but don’t become so obsessed with beauty and western standards or even your own culture’s standards of beauty that you lose sight of all that which is truely important.

Take care of your skin, your body, your hair, your health, but take care of your mind and heart and soul along the way too my friend. The body does not last forever, it will deteriorate sooner or later. It will sag and wrinkle and die.

So take care of your character, your personality. Leave a mark on people and their lives by showing how beautiful one can be. How you can possess a beauty so infinite even death cannot erase the memory of you.

Aim for that kind of beauty. The beauty of the soul and heart. That is true beauty, no matter what anyone says. You know it to be true too, don’t you?

Fighting the Thunder

Summary: You are part of the Avengers and have recently gone through a breakup with Bucky. In attempts to cheer you up, Natasha suggests a night out, which doesn’t turn out exactly how you expected.

Pairings: Eventual Dean x Reader, Past Bucky x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner [mentioned] 

Warnings: reader has the ability to control the weather [atmokinesis], language, drinking, angst

A/N: I am slowly trying to get back into writing, this series is pretty haywire and is very different to my usual stuff, including the fact it’s a spn x marvel crossover. 

As always, feedback is adored!

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“I don’t think this is the best idea,” you fidgeted in the tight fitting jeans you were wearing, sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Natasha drove down the road, just passing the sign for Sioux Falls.

Nat raised an eyebrow at you before putting her attention back on the road. “Look, we both deserve a night out and you need to forget about Barnes,” she stated, matter of factly.

You let out a short sigh. “He lives in the same building as us, remember? Besides, we’re friends now,” gazing out the window as you spoke, trying not to think about the breakup with Bucky before cursing under your breath as the light rain starting hitting the windows.  

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Jurgen Klopp and his 20+sons prt1

ok so i saw this being done for other teams and i thought oh hey dork fc needs one of those thus this happened, inspo taken from those posts 

jurgen klopp aka kloppo- manager dad to all the lads at lfc 

  • cuddler
  • angry bean
  • everyones fave
  • the meaning of passionate
  • loves his sons more than life
  • celebrates like a mad man
  • everyone wants him to be there manager tbh, u cant have him hes ours
  • will defend these boys better than they can defend 

Jordan Henderson aka hendo

  • captain
  • ANGRY BEAN, 
  • will fight u and win
  • a good man 
  • liverpool is his fave city and his face was priceless when he said it, fans died 
  • bosses the midfield like he invented the midfield 
  • captain dork, he takes after stevie, its a thing 

james milner aka the purest man alive

  • vice captain 
  • can play everywhere; has played everywhere
  • got hate but is our best player
  • underappreciated
  • scored from on his ass one time, it was glorious 
  • a smol

adam lallana, aka llama

  • resident fluff ball
  • award winning sarcastic clapper
  • need ripped jeans??? call adam 
  • quick feet lallana
  • celebrates by clinging to u, aka koala adz 
  • kloppo’s fave son and neighbour 

Philippe Coutinho aka lil magician

  • EVERYONE LOVES HIM
  • E V ER Y ON E 
  • will score worldies and celebrate like theres no tomorrow
  • hes a smol w a child
  • P U R E , 
  • not pure on the pitch tho he will end u before u can even blink 
  • samba dancer

sadio mane aka supermane

  • u think ur fave is good till u see mane and u realise they dont even compare :DDD
  • will destroy ur team
  • literal superman
  • one time we saw him cry and our hearts still arent healed
  • will save u and ur dumb ass team 

robeto firmino aka bobby or angel :)

  • had a magical ponytail that had scoring powers which he cut off  
  • he then lost those scoring powers (im lying he still has them)
  • will defend better than ur fave defender
  • blinding white teeth
  • is still a child w children
  • loves to party, all the time
  • samba dancer 2.0

Georginio Wijnaldum aka the brightest star in the universe 

  • blinding smile, its so beautiful
  • bosses midfield
  • will save our ass
  • hes so pure and sweet
  • sang 3 lil birds w a child, it was great
  • neighbours w klavan, gets in trouble for playing loud music

steven gerrard aka captain fantastic

  • in my head he isnt retired 
  • what even is retirement
  • is prolly kloppo’s fave
  • dad to the u18′s
  • we all still cry over him
  • shush he still counts ok

daniel sturridge aka dancing queen

  • dance dance dance all the time
  • u think u kno cool but ull never reach studge’s level of cool
  • won the hip hop battle twice , is v proud of it 
  • a good man ok
  • deserves more 
  • and by more i mean no fucking injuries

lucas leiva aka sunshine leiva

  • the epitome of sunshine
  • UNLUCKEEEEEEEEE
  • been here forever
  • had a party for it
  • tried to score v everton and made kloppo laugh 
  • he finally scored after 6789 years and it was GREATTTTT, highlight of the season tbh
  • dad to the brazillians and the spanish puppy

joe gomez aka jomez or the tiny prince 

  • when he came here he was so good
  • then he got hurt smh, 
  • a puppy
  • did the hiphop battle w studge, came 2nd, 
  • EMINEM IS GINGERRRRRR, WHEN WAS EMINEM GINGER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
  • an actual baby 

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