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The One With The Picture

Title: The One With A Picture

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)

Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)

Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).

My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel


Dean keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

It’s an old photograph, a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.

Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh like that after everything you’ve been through.

But that’s not the point.

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Sigh, one of those days; being a wheelchair user in public is tricky.

Today, as I was about to put my wheelchair in the trunk (a vulnerable thing, I make it look easy, faking well, but it’s hit or miss if I can actually lift the thing or not and it can take me a couple tries), a man silently and quickly came towards me and grabbed my wheelchair and put it in the trunk.

I was RELIEVED to see his intentions of kindness, I threw my hands to my heart, and thanked him but when I got in the car I was shaken because it made me flashback to the vulnerability I felt when I was mugged and physically assaulted.

Someone seeing me in my wheelchair by myself knows that I can’t get far without it, knows I’m physically vulnerable…

I think it might’ve been better if he had asked from a distance if I needed help, I’d have declined the offer in consideration of my safety.

As usual, I don’t mean to imply that it’s bad to help people but I would hope people would just have some more consideration, to ask before putting their hands on someone else or someone else’s stuff, to ask if they would like help first, sometimes getting involved without consent can actually be harmful, it can cause injury if I have a handle on something and it is snatched in an effort to help.

Here are some tips:

  • Ask if someone needs help before getting hands-on
  • Don’t get pissy if your offer to help is declined
  • Don’t make awkward jokes and/or mock wheelchair users about “speeding, ya got a license for that thing?” and “it’s a miracle!” when an ambulatory wheelchair user stands up
  • Don’t say “What’s wrong with you?” or “What’s your affliction?”
  • Don’t say “Good for you! Getting out and doing stuff!”
  • Don’t cry and say “I’d kill myself if I were you!” or “You’re so inspirational” at the mere sight of us, implying that our lives must suck.

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Your boyfriend is about to loudly announce his arrival at home until he sees you asleep on your desk. You’re sprawled across the entire space, on top of all the university work you have scattered about. An empty cup of coffee sits next to you, showing that you had been trying to get through most of it. But the soft snores coming from your mouth prove you wrong.

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(Original photo by Kyle Meck on instagram. I claim no ownership and mean no harm in borrowing it for this drabble.)

Even the Trees


It’s such a Castle thing to do, bringing the French press on a camping trip, but when he makes her the very first cup, she’s impressed. Very impressed. Somehow, the fact that the water was boiled over a wood fire makes it taste better. Earthier. More robust.

“Not bad, Castle,” she says over the rim of her mug, watching his shoulders lift with pride beneath the cozy plaid flannel shirt he wears (and wears very well). “I think you and I might just manage to make it out of these woods alive if you keep making coffee like this.”

Her partner’s laughter echoes through the campsite, bouncing off the bark of the trees, spreading a warmth through her belly that not even the coffee can match. There’s something earthy about his amusement, too, more robust out here in the woods, less put upon and flashy. Just him. Just like the coffee he’s pouring into the second mug.

She might just kiss him before breakfast is over if he keeps laughing like that, if he keeps looking at her with those soft eyes.

(But she’s going to need a story about why his mug says ‘get well soon’ - like pronto.) 


I have this headcanon that whenever Jason and Tim have an opportunity to refer to Damian’s age, they keep progressively saying he’s younger and younger just to get under Dami’s skin.  

*Watching TV and there’s a sex scene*

Jason, leaping over the coffee table to cover Damian’s eyes: Don’t let him see! He’s only ten!

Damian, hissing like an angry cat: I am fourteen you idiot, and I already know what intercourse is!

*One of the Titans cuss in front of him*

Tim, allowing his coffee mug to drop and shatter on the ground in order to cover Damian’s ears: Conner you can’t speak in front of him like that, he’s seven for hecks sake!

Damian, bright red with anger: Unhand me Drake before I punch you with my FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD FIST

*After carefully glancing around to make sure no one is watching him at one of Bruce’s charity galas, Damian sneaks a sip of champagne*

Jason and Tim after appearing from out of nowhere:

“Goodness gravy, Damian! You’re only three years old, stop trying to grow up so fast.”

“Why don’t we get you some juice? Nine month olds are allowed to drink juice right?”

Damian: *screams*

anonymous asked:

Mr. Reyes! Do you like your full time job at hobby lobby or your job as a drama teacher more?

“Children or man-children…”

((this used these two draw the squad things: x x ))

au where transforming also makes adrien and marinette very hungry

they can be found making mug brownies and sitting on the floor eating doritos at like three am after patrol

Alluring Tune | m

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: Fluff, a lot of smut
Warnings: Mature content
Word Count: 4.5K

His voice was almost a whisper, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. And the heat coupled with the slow, savory movements of his fingers overtop the thin fabric had an almost numbing effect, your mind drawing a blank as you enter an intoxicating haze.

“I thought there was no punishment?” you manage to say, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape.
“This is a demonstration baby, not a punishment.”

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So if you didn’t see in my university video, I asked Phil to like mug me while we were getting a book and it took about 9 takes. I was like “Phil, like, there’s like… you need to like punch me a tiny bit, so it doesn’t look bad but obviously, I don’t want you to actually punch me." And Phil was like "I’m afraid I'm going to punch you,” so he kept like putting his arm, like, in the air. And I was like “look, this looks really stupid.” There’s this video somewhere of Phil just attempting to punch me about a hundred times *fond laugh*
— 

@danielhowell during his live show on the 19th of September 2017 (x)

Quotes from Dan (83/?)

Phil not wanting to hurt Dan while playing the sketch in Dan’s newest video.

Feelings

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse 

Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-

I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.


ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao


*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*



[Reader’s POV]


“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.


   You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.


   Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.


   Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.


“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.

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I feel like being mugged is a sort of rite of passage for Gothamites. Like, you don’t really live in Gotham until you’re mugged once or twice. On that note, I also feel like Gotham would be the hardest place in the world to rob a bank, solely because people are scared of anyone with just a gun anymore. “Put the money in the-” “Nah, I’m good, bud.” That, or people won’t wait for help to come unless it’s one of the big guys, like the Joker or Two-Face. They’ll take care of the problem themselves. They probably expect their banks to be robbed every time they go

The Five Times You See Bucky Barnes Shirtless

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: Slight smut.

A/N: Another re-post! :D 


The first time you see Bucky Barnes without his shirt, you almost drop the steaming mug of coffee you’re bringing into the lab. Tony has him sitting back on an examination chair and Bucky smiles at you before his face contorts in confusion. Your eyes are wide and you look like the literal personification of a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, gulping thickly and adopting a nonchalant façade. You send him a smile. “Tony tinkering with your arm? Be careful with him, Barnes.”

He chuckles as Tony directs a glare at you before he looks down at your feet.

“Did you just drop half of your coffee on my pristine floors?” Tony asks, absolutely scandalized.

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yours | tom holland

summary: just a little reminder

inspiration: shamelessly and 100% inspired by tom’s instagram post and story; i couldn’t help myself he’s such a cutie

a/n: just thought i’d take advantage of the absolutely adorable picture/caption combo 

Tom was never in the business of keeping secrets, even less so when said secrets made him the happiest he ever thought possible.

Now that he’s with you, all he wants to do is go public with your relationship, but you both had agreed upon taking that step when he finishes filming and his schedule steadies out.

Despite the mutual decision, Tom can see the toll all the secrecy is taking on you; you’re a little less cheerful and a lot more stressed - as he would imagine anyone in a secret relationship would be. He’s asked you about it in the past and almost threw all caution to the wind and went public with you anyways, but you were always quick to brush it off and blame your lack of enthusiasm on the day’s fatigue. 

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Silk

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing like always :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: Hope you enjoy this update ;) I love you all so much and want to thank you for understanding my health situation rn.


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking his extended hand you grasp onto it as the two of you walk towards a hallway. He tells you where the bathroom is and tells you where his bedroom is. It’s two doors down from yours on the right. There was a library he had that you were curious to look at because reading soothed you, plus it gave you things to tell Jaelynn while she was in the hospital.


    Opening the white wooden french doors reveals a big room. This was the guest room? The room was absolutely gorgeous. It made your room


    Your eyes scanned the lavish room before walking in. It felt as if you didn’t deserve to be walking on the white marble flooring of the room. The walls were painted a maroon red which made the black bed stand out against the white flooring. Taking your heels off you put them down near the bed.

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By Heart [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 5k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Everything felt soft around you, the mattress that dipped to the curve of your spine, the feathery pillow cradling your head, the comforter tangled around your legs. The air was quiet around you, fingers splaying out against the sheet as your body shifted onto its side, eyes screwing shut as you fought off waking up to no avail. The sunshine began to peel through your lids til you fluttered them open, squinting into the light pouring through the sheer curtains that framed the window across from you. You deeply inhaled, the smell familiar and calming as your eyes flickered around the bedroom, taking in each and every thing you hadn’t seen in so long. The beaten up dresser that needed replaced, the books that were tattered shoved into their shelves, even the neatly folded clothes waiting for you on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

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