they turned out really well for phone pictures

nursey week day 7 - red

Dex is grinning at his phone when Nursey sits down across from him at the table. Nursey doesn’t say anything, because Dex doesn’t smile nearly as often as he should, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. Dex catches him staring when he looks up, though, so Nursey’s kind of forced to recover with a chirp.

“What’s got you all smiley? Did Aerosmith announce a reunion tour?”

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Heart on My Sleeve

Summary: Bucky feels ready for his first tattoo. Only problem is, he’s not sure what to get. Until he gets unexpected help from his four year old daughter. 

Characters/Relationships: Bucky x reader; Daddy!Bucky; Bucky x OC

Warnings: None, except perhaps my shit writing. 

A/N: This was inspired by an ask from @papi-chulo-bucky. |1| |2| 

And I guess by writing this, I officially come out of the shadows. Yes Delilah, I am your 💎, your diamond anon lol. Hi!

Originally posted by divergente-en-llamas

Heart on My Sleeve

For several months now, you were hearing Bucky’s incessant musings on the subject of tattoos. They weren’t as common in his era as they are now. Back then, soldiers used them more as identifiers instead of the general population. But now, Bucky couldn’t walk down the street without bumping into someone who had some kind of ink etched on their skin. 

And if he was being entirely honest with himself, you were a big reason that inspired his decision. The first time you two slept together was the first time he had seen your tattoo. Moments in between your passionate lovemaking, he’d trace his finger, both flesh and metal, along the ink on your upper thigh, utterly hypnotized by the simple swirl. 

“Why a swirl?” He asked. 

“It’s stupid,” you sheepishly admitted. 

“Come on doll, tell me,” Bucky insisted.

And so, you divulged to Bucky your vulnerability. You explained to him how the tattoo was actually covering an array of overlapping scars from years of cutting yourself. He knew about your longstanding battle with crippling depression. But what he didn’t know was that you used to indulge in self harm. 

Right around the time that you started getting better was the time you fell in love with the Harry Potter series. And you had heard in interviews with JK Rowling that she had based the dementors in the third book off her own battle with depression. Malevolent creatures that sucked the happiness out of your very soul could be destroyed with the power of a happy memory. But by no means did that mean it’d be easy. The charm that repelled dementors required great concentration. “I mean, how could it not? Your very soul is being sucked out of you, you’re wishing for death, and you’re supposed to think of something that makes you happy?” you told Bucky. But there was something about that message that resonated deeply with you. That there’s this simplicity in believing that if you were happy once before, why couldn’t that be hope enough that you could be happy again. 

“But why the swirl?” Bucky asked. You laughed and explained that it’s believed by Harry Potter fans that each spell has its own hand movement along with its incantation. The swirl was supposedly the hand movement, nothing confirmed but enough to convince you, you explained. “So, there you go!” you laughed. Now whenever your depression threatened to get the best of you, reducing you to the urges to self harm again, you simply traced your finger along the swirl of your tattoo and reminded yourself that there were happy memories in your life worth holding on to, and many more happy memories to come. 

“It’s a way of looking toward my future while honoring my painful past. There’s beauty in seeing how far you’ve come. I guess I’ve come to accept that maybe I’m not supposed to forget what happened to me but having strength in not letting it define me. It’s made me who I am today.”

After hearing that story, how could Bucky possibly come up with his own idea for a tattoo? He didn’t want any dime a dozen tattoo after hearing your story. He wanted his tattoo to mean something as well. 

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Bucky sauntered over to the couch and settled in. He took out a legal pad and began scribbling his ideas. The date he met you? The date you both told each other ‘I love you’ for the first time? Your name written in Romanian? After all, he did meet you in Bucharest when Steve finally found him during that mess with the Accords. Maybe the coordinates of Coney Island, the place he and Steve spent so much of their youth at when they were just kids in Brooklyn and before everything in their lives turned so damn complicated? The date he asked you to marry him and you said yes? The date you found out you were pregnant? 

Technically they were all great possible ideas, but none of them resonated with him. He loved every single one of those moments with you, and with Steve. But when he heard your choice of word ‘resonate’, it just put all the more pressure on him. He was just about to give up for the afternoon when he heard the faint sound of the door unlocking. Tossing a glance over at the clock in the kitchen, it was just about that time that you’d be arriving home with your daughter after picking her up from preschool. Bucky got up and tossed the beer bottle in the trash just as the door swung completely open. 

Greeted by the sight of a wide toothless smile, Bucky lowered to the ground, balancing himself on the balls of his feet and held his arms out. 

“Daddy!!!” your daughter cried out, dropping her ladybug backpack on the floor ungraciously before running to Bucky, the sound of yours and his laughter echoing through the house before you closed the door and followed your daughter’s suit. 

“Hey princess!” he said with equal enthusiasm, sweeping her up into his arms and planting a great big kiss on her cheek, followed by kissing you on the lips. “How was my girl’s day at school today?” 

“Great daddy! I wanna show you something!” She giggled, squirming until Bucky set her back down on the floor. 

The tiny tot grabbed Bucky’s metal hand and pulled him toward the coffee table where he had left the legal pad. She fished around for any writing device she get her hands on. Taking pity on her, Bucky grabbed the pen he was using earlier that was only a few feet away from her and placed it in front of her. The two of you sat on the couch as your daughter bent her tiny body over and leaned on the coffee table, writing what you could only imagine. When she was finished, she pulled back and moved to the side so you and Bucky could see what she did. In big handwriting was the name of your daughter perfectly scrawled out on the paper. The “e’s” and the “c’s” weren’t backwards. The “b” wasn’t confused for “d”, “p”, or “q”. There on the paper was name “Rebecca”, written perfectly by your daughter. 

“I’m so proud of you babydoll!” Bucky said, picking Rebecca up and placing her on his lap. “You finally wrote your name perfectly. You did this in school today?” 

“Yeah,” Rebecca blushed. “Teacher said she was so proud. Said I’ve been working really hard.”

“It shows princess,” Bucky beamed. 

And nothing had ever been truer. While only four years old and in preschool, you and Bucky could already tell your Rebecca Winifred Barnes was going to be a perfectionist student. Nothing would be peaceful until she nailed anything she was working on. 

That night while you were preparing dinner, you watched as your daughter kept practicing writing her name on any surface she could get her hands on, with Bucky looking on every bit the proud father he was. There’d been a time when he believed that these type of moments would never have been possible for him. That the former deadly Soviet assassin and fist of HYDRA would find freedom, peace, and especially love was a foreign concept to him. And yet there it had been. He was on his knees beside your daughter, a bright and exuberant smile in its purest form on his face. He looked at Rebecca as though she created the stars in the sky herself. A former assassin who was good at masking his emotions around his team could never hide how he really felt when he was around his daughter. When it came to Rebecca, Bucky really did wear his heart on his sleeve. 

That following morning, Bucky showed up to your work, his flesh bicep bandaged. 

“Babe! What happened? Oh my god are you hurt?” You shrieked, running over to check his arm. 

Bucky just laughed and kissed your forehead. “I’m fine doll. I just came back from the tattoo parlor,” he said proudly. 

“You finally decided on a tattoo?” you smiled. “That’s great. Though I wish you’d told me. I could’ve gone with you.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I guess I was just really excited about it,” Bucky shrugged. 

“Well show me,” you encouraged. 

Knowing Bucky couldn’t take the bandage off just yet, he took his phone out and scrolled through his pictures until he found what he’d been looking for. He turned the camera over to your possession and you marveled at your husband’s new tattoo, tears brimming in your eyes. Written on the inside of his bicep was your daughter’s name, Rebecca. In her own handwriting, permanently etched into Bucky’s arm. 

“Now my heart is literally on my sleeve,” Bucky gushed. 

“You know she’s just going to love this!” You agreed. “I’m curious though. What inspired this?”

Bucky smiled and reverently kissed your lips. “There’s beauty in seeing how far you’ve come. I guess I’ve come to accept that maybe I’m not supposed to forget what happened to me but having strength in not letting it define me. It’s made me who I am today,” he replied, echoing your words from all those years ago from the first time you two had slept together. 

“Bucky I said that a long time ago. It’s been years. And you remembered?” 

“You were the reason I did this in the first place,” Bucky said, as though it were the easiest thing in the world to understand. “Of course I’d remember.”

“I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”

“I love you too Y/N Barnes.”


A/N: If you see a strikethrough in your URL, it’s because I couldn’t tag you. I tried and for some reason it wouldn’t let me. Please don’t think I didn’t want to tag you, and if there’s anyone I forgot to tag, please let me know so I can fix it right away.  

Not that anyone cares, but Y/N’s tattoo is actually based on my own, so that’s why I went into such depth in detail. And that was actually me holding back. Lol. 

Also, really quick, please don’t take this mean that I’m bashing or judging anyone who has a tattoo that doesn’t have some “deep resonating significance”. I realize not everyone has tattoos like that, and I completely respect anyone’s right to choose the type of tattoo they want. The choice of tattoo/tattoo backstory was just based on my own experience because it was easier for me to write it that way. That’s it. 

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The Tinder Date from Hell (chapter 1)

Summary: When Cana Alberona and Mirajane Strauss meddle into Gray’s love life, things can get messy. But when they make Gray a Tinder account without his knowledge, it can get even messier. 


Pairings: Gruvia & mentioned Nalu

Words: 1,741

Rating: T

A/N: this idea was floating in my head for awhile now! I liked how this turned out tbh! I plan on making this fic about 4 chapters! This is dedicated to my best pal @harmonxx :)

What the hell, Cana!

Gray Fullbuster was a regular guy. And he did not like meddling. And meddling, was what Cana Alberona was the best at.

“What did I do now, Gray?” Cana asked as she knew damn well what she did.

When Gray got home from a long day of work, what he wanted to do was maybe sit down and enjoy a nice cold beer or two. What he didn’t want to do was be greeted by his self proclaimed ‘best friend’ Cana. Who, for the record, he was severely furious with.

“Oh, I don’t know… Nothing really. I mean, you just made a Tinder account under my name!” Gray yelled at the brunette who was now sitting on his couch.

“Oh.That.” Cana laughed nonchalantly.

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The First Date

You, Jesse and Hanzo go on your first date! Fic is PG-13. 

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Hanzo and Jesse have left it up to you to decide where you’d be going on your first date. Being a person who is no good at making decisions, this was more pressure than actually being asked out on the date itself. You are currently sitting at home in your own apartment watching your phone as the notifications go off one after the other. Being in a group chat with the two of them is a trip:


Jesse: where

Jesse: do

Jesse: u

Jesse: wnana

Jesse: go!

Hanzo: Stop spamming.

Hanzo: Let her think, smh.

Jesse: im right here if u wanna fight me

You: IDK

You: I’m really down for whatever!

Hanzo: Where do you like to go during your free time?

You: My room?

Hanzo: -_-

Jesse: im calling u


And he does, less than a couple of seconds after you had received that text. You stare at the screen with a shit-eating grin while it’s ringing, and let it go to voice mail.


Jesse: answer ya damn phone plz

Hanzo: Don’t cuss at her.

Jesse: answer ya darn* phone plz

Jesse: also fuck u han

Hanzo: Hmmm. Interesting for a person who just asked me to make dinner.

You: Somebodys bout to starve!

You: Also sorry! I had lost my phone very suddenly :/  


Your phone starts to ring again, and you wait until the last possible moment to answer it. You don’t even have to say a thing; Jesse just starts going off in your ear, “Hey, now listen! I’ma count teh’ three, and when I count teh’ three your’ gonna say the first place that comes to mind alright?”

You let out a long, dramatic, heavy sigh, making sure to blow air into the phone as much as possible.  

Jesse laughs, “Alright here we go! One! Two! Three-“


“Ah shit, Han! We goin’ to the zoo!”

“No, no, no wait! Let’s try that again!”

Jesse hangs up the phone.


Jesse: no take backs  

Hanzo: I am excited! I’ve never been to the zoo!

You: We shouldn’t go to the zoo that was stupid

Jesse: nu uh! we going!

Hanzo: Why is it stupid? Now I really want to go!

Jesse: pick u up on friday!!! wear zoo clothes!!!!

You: WTF are zoo clothes

Hanzo: What she said.

Jesse: clothes u wear to the zoo???

Hanzo: Hmmm true.

You: Whatever! Fine! I guess we’re going to the zoo

Jesse: u bet ur ass

Jesse: shit

Jesse: butt*  

Hanzo: We’ll pick you up around 9am. Is that okay with you?

You: Pfff yeah.

Jesse: see ya friday!


Friday rolls around, and you guys go to the zoo. It’s the perfect day for it; the sun is out, and it’s partially cloudy. There’s a light cool breeze that feels amazing on the skin. After thinking about it, you’ve actually come around to the spontaneous idea that Jesse had to coax out of you. You guys take your time at each exhibit. The zoo isn’t very crowded at all, and nobody cares that you guys take nearly thirty minutes at each. Hanzo does dramatic readings of the facts on each of the placards, putting on what he likes to call his “tour guide voice”.

When you guys get to the Red Fox enclosure you and Jesse listen while Hanzo reads. At the end, Jesse raises his hand, “Um excuse me, Mr. Shimada? May I ask a question.”

“All questions are welcome, Mr. McCree.”

Jesse points to the cage, “Why are they called Red Foxes?”

You can see Hanzo try and suppress a laugh, and you try to suppress yours as well. Feigning like you, too, would like to know why Red Foxes are named Red Foxes. Hanzo is trying to remain in character, “Mr. McCree, if you can do me a favor and look at the animal?”

“Mhmm, yes.”  

“The fox has red fur.”

Jesse places his hand on his chin and nods his head up and down, “Uh huh.”

“So it is called the Red Fox because well; it has red fur.”

You can’t keep up the act anymore. Hanzo says that last line with such conviction and a matter of fact tone that you are doubled over, and clutching your stomach laughing. Jesse refuses to give up the act. He looks down at you, his cowboy hat casting a shadow over his face.

“Darlin’, what’s so funny? I don’t understand.”

Hanzo keeps it up as well, “Sir? The Red fox. Red is a color. The color of the foxes fur is red. Therefore, Red Fox.”  

You’re still doubled over wheezing. A small crowd has actually started to stare, thinking that Hanzo is an actual expert and tour guide. They believe that Hanzo, a man who is wearing unbelievably tight joggers and a navy blue tee shirt that says, “Choose Cremation. You Urned it,” is a god damn professional, articulately explaining to a cowboy why a Red Fox is called a Red fox. Jesse sees the curious onlookers and decides that maybe it’s time to end the charade, “Ah, I get it now, and ya’ know what? That’s a pretty dumb fuckin’ fact.”

Jesse throws an arm around your still shaking shoulders, tosses his other one around Hanzo’s, and you guys all walk away from the confused onlookers. Eventually, after marveling at the big cats for nearly an hour, you guys make it into the reptile house. Here is where you figure out that Jesse really doesn’t like spiders and that Hanzo couldn’t care less. You do care a little bit, but the thick plexiglass between you and the arachnids is enough to keep you from being irrational like Jesse is being.

“Can y’all stop puttin’ your faces so damn close to the glass?”

You smile coyly and rest your cheek against the glass, Hanzo follows suit and places his cheek against the glass as well, “Take a picture, Jesse.”

Jesse crosses his arms and pouts, “Y’all think your’ funny huh?”

You grab your phone out of your pocket and turn on the camera, “Guess we’ll just have to take a selfie.”

The spider that is in the little glass case is clinging to the other side, showing off its belly and legs. Perfect for the photo op. You and Hanzo point to it and smile nice and big for the camera, while you hold your phone in your other and snap a photo.

Hanzo says, “Make sure to send that to me in the group chat.”

Jesse is glaring at Hanzo, when you notice one of the workers is trying to get any of the customer to listen to what she has to say about whatever it is she is presenting, but she’s getting no takers. You walk towards her and look into the large, deep, open plexiglass tub that she is standing next to. Your eyes widen and you start to cackle. Oh, this is gonna be good!

“Hey Han! Jesse! Come here!”

You watch closely has they look into the glass enclosure. Hanzo now has the biggest smile, and Jesse takes one glance and literally runs off about twelve feet.

The workers face lights up, “Hello! Would you guys like to hear about this tarantula?”

The look that Hanzo gives her almost looks like he might abandon the two of you and take her out on a date; he is so happy.  

“I would absolutely love to hear about this tarantula!”

The woman practically dances, because she is delighted to finally have people who want to listen to her. She clasps her hands together and starts to spew off all of the knowledge she’s got on the spider. Hanzo listens and has questions for her, and she is able to answer everything. Meanwhile, Jesse is in the background huffing and making off-handed comments like, “Interesting” and “Wow, real fascinatin’.” When the spider starts to stretch its legs and move around, you lean in farther to get a better look.

“Hey! Sugar? Maybe don’t do that! That thing is gonna get your face.”

The tarantula handler finally turns her attention to Jesse, “Oh no! Honduran Curly Hairs are docile tarantulas. Also! Tarantulas can’t jump that far. A fall from where her face is at to the bottom would actually seriously hurt the curly.”

Jesse does his best at being polite, “Thanks for the knowledge ma’am.”

At this point, Hanzo is practically inside of the enclosure, and you’ve reached your limit. Any closer, and you’d be pushing your comfort zone. The woman clasps her hands together, “I am so sorry! I haven’t asked for your names yet!”

You both introduce yourselves and take turns shaking her hand, “Hanzo! Seeing as you seem to be the most interested, would you like to hold her?”  

Jesse claps his hands together, “Han! You put that spider in your hands, and we are breakin’ up!”  

Hanzo puts his hands together, palms up and lowers them into the enclosure; “It’s been nice knowing you, Jesse.”

Jesse is still squirming, but it seems this is something he just has to see. He gets just close enough to be able to look in. He’s standing right behind you, looking over your shoulder, and he’s got two nervous handfuls of the back of your shirt. You reach back and pat his thigh, “There, there. It’ll be alright!”

The woman first coaxes the tarantula into her open palm using what looks to be a soft bristled paint brush. It’s funny watching her gently nudge the brush against the creatures big furry butt. It slowly crawls into her hand, and you can physically feel Jesse tremble. You look back at him, “Jesse, just one of your hands are at least two times bigger than this tarantula is. This tarantula can’t do shit to you.”

“Darlin, I ain’t tryna say you’re not right, but that doesn’t keep the little critter from being real creepy.”

Hanzo isn’t paying any attention to the two of you. He is concentrating on the spider that is now crawling into his welcoming hands. It stays there, cradled, its two front legs feeling along the tips of his fingers. Hanzo is still smiling, “Thank you for letting me hold her.”

The woman continues to light up, “Are you kidding me? You are very welcome. I’m so happy you guys took time out of your day to hang out with me and listen to me ramble about this. Tarantulas are my passion.”

After a couple more tarantula facts, Hanzo places the creature back down into its habitat, and you guys make Jesse very happy by deciding it’s time to move on. The three of you continue to stay close to each other as you visit the rest of the exhibits. When you’ve officially seen them all, you guys go back to gawk at each of your favorites. When hunger strikes, you guys stop at a little cart that specializes in soft tacos. You watch in amazement as Hanzo orders six and downs them all. You guys don’t leave the zoo until you are forced to, because it’s closing time. The three of you leave feeling the good kind of tired, all having found a new favorite place to be.

The City (Part 3)

Dean X Reader 

Tags: @oasis-in-a-desert-of-chaos , @sdavid09 , @paulis0499 , @bellastellaluna

Warnings: Drinking & Swearing 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8


Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes is all it takes for the pill to start working. I lean back in my bed, and turn on the TV, hoping to distract me in the meantime. The sounds of Will Ferrell fill the room as I decide to leave on Talladega Nights. Before I know it, I am laughing along to a joke, almost oblivious to the pain I was feeling earlier.

My phone keeps ringing. First its Alyssa’s name, then Sam’s and finally Dean’s. I shut my phone off, not wanting to hear from any of them.

The credits roll across the screen. Turning my phone back on, I see twelve missed calls. I open the phone to get the notifications to go away, but I catch a glimpse at the time as well, realizing I have been in here for almost an hour. I stand up, deciding it would be better to just go out, so they don’t come here looking for me.

Opening the door, I run face first into Alyssa. She has her hand raised, clearly ready to knock.

“Hey!” Her voice is high pitched, clearly surprised at my sudden appearance.

“Hey.” I say shutting the door, and heading towards the elevator. She barley hesitates as she matches my stride.

Walking in silence, we finally get the elevator bank. Hitting the button I keep my head down, trying not to make eye contact.

“So, I haven’t known you very long, but I’m going to call it like I see it.” She doesn’t give me any time before she launches into her lecture. “You’re in love with Dean, and seeing him with that girl sent you over the edge. So instead of staying and dealing with it or what I would have done, smack him in the face, you left.” Letting out my breath, the elevator door dings, allowing me a few extra moments to decided how to respond.

The doors close, while we start our decent to the lobby. Alyssa patiently waits for me to answer, much to my surprise.
“Yes.” I say curtly. Keeping my head up I watch the numbers descend.

“Okay.” I look at her, not believing she was just going to drop it. “Do you want to go to a bar or to the stadium? I think they opened the gates so we can go in a get our seats.” Smiling I look over at her.

“Lets just go to the stadium.” My excitement of finally getting to see the famous Fenway has my spirits up once more. I feel like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster this day has been so outrageous.

The streets are full of drunk people and vendors as push our way to Entrance B. the line was not long, and before I know it, I’m standing in the stadium, talking it all in. the smell wasn’t the best. Between the waves of stale beer and carnival food there would be someone’s perfume or cologne that was too strong. But I smile, enjoying every minute of it.

You couldn’t walk more than thirty seconds without there being a beer or food vendor, but Alyssa informed me that the seats we have on the turf have their own stuff there, that is much better. So I nod my understanding and agreement and follow her to the security guards to our sections. Holding out my ticket, they check that I belong here and step aside to let me pass.

Emerging from the little tunnel, I step up onto a huge raised platform. Not able to take another step, I stare at what is before me.

Bellow me is where the field is, but is now covered in a very large hard white plastic. It must be used to help protect the field from all the people. There are folding chairs that fill the floor, and surrounding the outside are a bunch of vendors. Looking up, there is a wall that has a metal railing at the top, where the stadium seating begins. I have a view of everything from this platform. I can even see part of the stage that was to my right.

Snapping out of it, I catch up to Alyssa who is already at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. “You good?” she smirks, clearly amused at my awe.

“Yeah.” I manage to get out while still looking around. First thing I noticed was the ground was not as even as I thought it was. The plastic looked almost like giant jigsaw piece, making some of the seams peak a little more than others. The second thing I noticed was by far the best. Sitting right next to me is a Vodka Lemonade cart. Alyssa see me looking at the cart and laughs.

“Lets get some!” She grabs my hand and pulls me to the line. Alyssa was right, there are so many vendors here, just for this section there was never more than three people at any of the lines.

“Thirteen dollars please.” The guy working the stand hands me my I.D. and drink, waiting for me to hand him money in exchange. Sadly pulling a twenty from my wallet I hand it to the guy, who smiles while giving me my seven dollars back. Grimacing I put the change in my wallet, seeing only two more twenties.

Walking to the security at section one, we show our tickets and walk down the isle to section b, where we have to show our ticket again to two more guys. Finally we make it to row three and take our seats right on the end. Alyssa goes one in, which I am thankful for. I love being the isle seat, I feel freer.

“I hate how often we have to show our tickets. Why not just give us wristbands or something so I don’t have to carry something around.” I tare my attention from the stage that was almost close enough for me to touch, and look at Alyssa.

“Thank you so much for this, this is truly amazing!” Alyssa’s face lit up.

“Oh its my pleasure! Really, its nice to see someone for once that aren’t my parents.” She laughs and takes out her phone. “Lets get a picture.” Before I could respond she has her arm up, and snapping a picture. “That’s a good one! I’m definitely posting this.” I just laugh, amazed at how normal and natural this feels. I feel like I don’t kill monsters for a living.

Finishing my drinking, I turn to Alyssa seeing she has as well. She stands, “Lets go get another.” I know I shouldn’t. The pill I took, I’m not supposed to drink on. It doubles the affects of the alcohol and the pill, and can even cause seizures.

I’m about to tell her no, when I spot Dean and Sam, with the two blondes from earlier, on the opposite side of our row. Dean goes in four seats and sits and is followed by Blonde One, then blonde two and lastly Sam on the isle seat. Dean looks down the row, seeing me; he gives a small wave. This catches the attention of Blonde one. She pokes his arm, and he turns to kiss her, forgetting about me.

Taking a sharp breath, I stand up, joining Alyssa in the journey for another drink. She places her hand on my shoulder as we walk, a show of sympathy.

Alyssa buys my next drink, saying she owes me for putting me in the same row as them. I try to say no, she has given me too much already but she buys it anyway, so I thank her and take it.

Back at our seats, I can actually hear the girl giggling at whatever Dean is saying, or doing. I know I shouldn’t but I drink to numb the feeling.

Fifteen minutes later I have nothing but ice in my glass, and a head full of sadness. Glancing at Alyssa I see she is not even half way done with hers. Getting up, I say I am running to the bathroom. Keeping my empty cup from her eyesight, I turn and head for the Vodka lemonade line.

Third drink in my hand, I make my way back to my seats. Keeping my head down I run smack dab into a broad chest. “What the fuck!” I am seething as look at my now soaked shirt.

“Watch where your going slut.” My head snaps up. I knew who it was before I even look at her. Blonde number one.

“I am so sorry.” The deep gruff voice I would know anywhere says. Looking up, I meet by the amazing green eyes I always get lost in. “Y/N?” I say nothing, unsure if I would cry if I opened my mouth. “You look… wow…I…” Dean stops talking at a loss for words.

“You two know each other?” she asks. I look at the blonde bimbo hanging on deans arm, claiming him. I want to pull out the knife I hid in my belt, and show her I am no one to be fucked with.

“Um yeah, this is (Y/N). We are um friends.” He looks down at his feet when speaks. Pain radiates through me. We have spent years together, every day fighting monsters this girl could never dream about, and I get a “we’re friends” really?! Anger and sadness engulf me.

“Yeah friends.” I say to the girl, who just huffs at me. “I need to go buy another thirteen dollar drink cause some asshole spilt mine on Me.” the venom drips in my tone, but I could feel the tears coming. Turning on my heel I head back to the drink line.

Taking out my phone I pretend to be so engrossed by something, so it looks like I don’t even notice as dean and her walk by. Unfortunately though, I am all too aware, so this time I order two drinks. Chugging one on the spot, I throw out the empty cup and take a few sips of the other so it does not look brand new. I can feel the swirl of alcohol and drugs in my system, making me feel delightfully intoxicated. Taking a deep breath I head back to my seat hoping more people would be in our row, making it harder for me to see him.


Happy Halloween 2015! I really really enjoyed being Belle, it was even worth wearing heels. I just felt so glamorous, which is weird since I was wearing her ‘servant’ outfit. Belle is a glamorous servant, hehe! :D The first pic was with my mom’s phone, which is a lot better than mine. My phone sucks, but I made up for it (?) in more pictures. I’m really proud of this costume, it turned out so well for being a two day project! It is a little low cut, but I just got to show off my “brave beautiful boobs,” hehe!

I hope you all had a happy and safe holiday, if you celebrated. I am very tired, but it was totally worth it. Belle will probably be taken out again the next time I go to a convention.

Thank you, Sammy. pt 3

Originally posted by clairvoyantsam

Pairing: Deanxreader
Word count: 1,678
Warnings: Swearing

You were shaken awake by two large hands. Groaning, you looked up to see Sam. “What the hell, dude?” You grumbled.

Laughing, he motioned behind him. “We’re at Ellen’s, sleeping beauty.” He looked far too amused. You considered yourself lucky, though. He could have done something much more cruel. Cold water. Honking the horn.

“Where’s Dean?” Sitting up, you looked around, not seeing him. You moved Sam out of the way and slid out of the car. You were starting to feel the effects of sleeping in such an odd way. Stretching, you let out a small groan.

He shut the door behind you before you started towards the front door. “He’s inside with Ellen and Jo.” His hands were in his pockets, which usually only happened when he wasn’t sure what to do with them. And that usually happened when he was uncomfortable.

You stepped in front of him and put a hand on his chest. “Okay. Spill it, Moose.” Your look made it clear you were not in the mood for him to be screwing with you.

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Seventeen Reaction to Being Your Wallpaper/Lockscreen

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S.Coups/Seungcheol He’d be flattered to be your wallpaper/lockscreen. He’d either take a picture of you or with you and set it as his lockscreen so that he can always smile when you’re the first thing he sees when he goes on his phone. 

Jeonghan He’d take a peak at your phone when you turn it on and he’d see a picture of him as your lockscreen. He’d smile to himself but he wouldn’t tell you the reason why.

Joshua/Jisoo He’d find it really cute and tell you himself he finds it adorable. “I didn’t know I was your lockscreen! How long have I been?” He’d want a picture of you two as your wallpaper as well if it wasn’t already.

Jun/Junhui Like Jeonghan, he’d find out he was your lockscreen the same way. He’d take this as a chance to tease you about it. “Who’s that guy on your lockscreen? He’s very handsome.” he’d say as he smirked.

Hoshi/Soonyoung He’d want you both to have the same matching lockscreen: a picture of you both. Once you two had done that, he’d like to tease you going back to when it was just him as your lockscreen.

Wonwoo He wouldn’t know what to say besides blush the entire time. Every time he saw you turn on your phone, he wouldn’t help but look at your phone, still shocked he’s your lockscreen.

Woozi/Jihoon He’d smile wide at you when he sees he’s your wallpaper/lockscreen. He’d keep telling you how you’re such a cute and amazing girlfriend.

DK/Seokmin He’d see that he was your lockscreen and you were already his. He’d randomly hold his phone up to you and turn on his phone to show you his lockscreen, then ask, “Jagi, don’t you think she’s beautiful? I think so, I like her a lot.”

Mingyu He knew you have taken many selfies on his phone so he’d look through all of them asking you which one should be his wallpaper. He’d be really amused to see you blushing a lot causing him to tease you even more.

The8/Minghao He’d be a bit surprised to see that he was your wallpaper, and feel a bit bad that you weren’t his to begin with so he’d change his quickly in secrecy. 

Seungkwan He wouldn’t keep it a secret at all if he found out himself. He’d find it sweet, but he’d complain about the picture you picked. “Jagi, I look weird there!” However, you’d try your best to convince him that he looks cute (as always).

Vernon/Hansol He’d probably chuckle a bit but he’d find it cute of you to do that. Every time he saw you turn on your phone, he couldn’t help but feel shy about it. 

Dino/Chan At first, he thought it was another boy as your lockscreen and he’d be jealous, it’d be quite obvious that he was. Eventually, he’d see that the boy was him all along and he’d smile wide making you confused about the sudden mood changes.

anonymous asked:


Little Bits of Happiness (Part 4) 

lol. Well Izuku is the best and worse kept secret of Yuuei… so small reveal probably 

Read Part 1 (The best and worse kept secret of Yuuei)

Read Part 2 (Shouta visit Inko’s grave)

Read Part 3 (MOAR Pictures)

  • When Izuku is (finally!) old enough to come to Yuuei, there is a frenzy in the staff room over who gets to be his homeroom teacher. 
  • Too bad Nedzu already picked Shouta fourteen years ago. (It was the only way to prevent the future bloodbath. Shouta always has first dibs on Izuku especially after the fight over who got to take Izuku out for his first ice cream cone.) 
  • It doesn’t matter where Izuku places, Shouta is his homeroom teacher even if he has to give up the covenant spot of Class 1-A for it. 
  • People mourn and cry. 
  • Izuku is just a little embarrassed. Just a little. 
  • The less said about the entrance exam the better.
  • The first day of class is… interesting. 
  • Yeah… interesting, let’s totally go with that. 
  • His classmates don’t really know what to make of Izuku. On one hand, he seems really familiar with well… everything. None of the exams or tests surprise him, he knows all the shortcuts in campus and seems to know who all the teachers are (beyond fanboy facts). On the other hand, he’s kinda cute and adorable and awkwardly weird. 
  • Until one day, Izuku falls asleep during lunch and most of the girls instantly whip out their phones to snap a cute picture of Izuku sleeping. (no one notices that their sensei does the same thing too) 
  • It turns out Izuku reflexively smiles in front of a camera. 
  • It turns out that after a month of picture taking the girls have safely accumulated enough pictures to make a photo album. 
  • Izuku is horrified. 
  • Half the of the guys are jealous of Izuku. The other half wants to know if they can get a copy too. 
  • One morning, before the start of class, Uraraka shows off her design for the photo album. It featured the first picture the girls took of Izuku sleeping on the cover and is labeled “Volume 1: Sleeping Beauty”. 
  • “You’re planning on more than one volume!?!” 
  • “Well it’s only a month into a school year, so yes.” 
  • Before Izuku could protest that maybe the rest of the class should be in the photo album, Shouta walks into the classroom. 
  • Shouta who takes one look at the cover and the sheepish look on his students’ faces. 
  • “Uraraka.”
  • “Yes sensei?” Uraraka squeaks. 
  • “If you want it to be in numerical order, the photo album should be volume 43 and the title Sleeping Beauty was used for Volume 12,” Shouta said in a dull tone as if he was discussing the weather.
  • The entire class stared at him before all eyes turned on Izuku. 
  • Izuku shot his father a look of betrayal. How could he?!
Kirsten’s A Marshmallow- A Stitchers Fanfiction

Summary: Kirsten doesn’t do cuddling. Except she totally does, at least with Cameron. Camsten fluff. One-shot. Also posted on Fanfiction/AO3

Bonus points for anyone that gets the reference ;) (couldn’t help it, it was the best description I could think of lol).

Inspired by that Camsten photo, but unrelated to the Halloween episode promo.

“You know, you should really take a break,” Cameron said, pointing at her laptop. He glanced at the clock in his kitchen, 12:53am. They had been looking into their latest stitch case, trying to figure out if the victim had any enemies. The first stitch didn’t give them much to go off of, so until the refractory period was up the next morning, Kirsten was furiously researching his life and didn’t have much to show for it.

“I’m good,” she replied without looking up from the laptop. She had taken over his dining room table ever since they got back from work. If he didn’t send her to bed, she would probably stay up half the night working.

“Well I’m not. I’m tired,” he said with a yawn. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?” He wasn’t looking forward to the thirty minute round trip, but he didn’t want her to wait for a cab this late.

“No, I’ll just stay here,” she shrugged.

Cameron’s heart raced. This didn’t mean anything. It was late, Kirsten was just being logical. He mentally calmed himself down, thankful that Kirsten didn’t notice the time passing.

“I’ll uh- take the couch.” He was already heading for his bedroom for an extra set of sheets, when she interrupted him.

“Why?,” she asked finally looking away from the screen and directly into his green eyes.

“Well Princess, I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch.” He chuckled nervously.

“And why would either of us sleep on your couch? Your bed is big enough.” She closed the laptop, figuring that she wasn’t making much progress anyway, and waltzed past Cameron into his bedroom.

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kooki-mos  asked:

Sorry Timehex again ^^' haha..., the team reactions when they find Rip and Jonah asleep together on the couch maybe ? (I can't help it, so sorry)


  • Sara immediately covers her mouth to muffle the scream of pure joy, looks around to see if anyone else is SEEING THIS ADORABLE GAYNESS, and then whips out her phone to take pictures. She isn’t even sure what she’s going to DO with the pictures, but preserving this moment is important.
  • Mick’s reaction pretty much amounts to “Well now where the hell am I supposed to sit?” and then give them shit about it later.
  • Len just smirks, because his queerdar was spot on and he loves being right, and then turns the lights down so they can sleep better. If he’s feeling really generous he might grab the afghan the gang keeps on the back of the couch and throw it over them.
  • Kendra DEFINITELY gets them a blanket, and maybe gives Rip’s shoulder a little pat, because she’s glad he finally has something that doesn’t suck going on.
    • (Sara, later, upon hearing this: “Well I mean hopefully BOTH of them suck, if you know what I’m-”
  • Jax and Ray just came back to grab some stuff they left in the common area, but upon seeing the snuggly couple they immediately turned into giant goobers and started trying way too hard to whisper and be stealthy, which is actually just really loud. They thought they were doing really well until a groggy Jonah started talking and scared the shit out of them.
    • “You’d both better get your noisy selves out of here, because I’m not going to be happy if you wake Rip up.”
    • “Oh, god, I am so sorry -” “We didn’t mean to, we were just -”
    • “Get.”
  • Martin walks in, realizes what he’s stumbled in on. “Ah. Good for you, Captain.” And then he turns around and walks right back out, never to mention it again. 
Angel | BTS Fanfic

Jimin x Reader

Genre: School Au, Angst, Fluff, New Boy, Bullied Girl 

Summary: A high school girl suffering from depression is literally on the brink of falling until she meets the charismatic and popular new kid, Jimin.

Additional Notes: I named the main character, but you can treat it as if it was (y/n).

Word Count: 2264

Part 1

Class, I would like to introduce you to your new classmate, Park Jimin.

“Hi everyone! My name is Park Jimin. Some of you may ask why I transferred here for senior year of high school, but my parents’ jobs caused them to relocate so here I am. Please help me when I’m extremely lost and can’t find my next class. I don’t know everyone’s names yet, so if I get your name wrong, I apologize in advance. Thank you!” exclaimed Jimin.

All around you, girls whispered to each other about how cute he is and how his smile just makes them swoon. You took a good look at your new classmate and all of it was true. He had a smile that would make any girl’s heart beat just a bit faster. His kind eyes made everyone feel that much safer. Suddenly the bell rang and you caught yourself staring. You quickly gathered your books on your desk and was ready to move to your next class when a group of girls came and knocked all your belongings to the ground.

“Oops,” said the leader of the clique.

They laughed and walked away.

The room was empty except you, the new kid, and the teacher. Of course no one saw the bullying since the teacher was explaining the class system to Jimin so you quietly started picking up your books. You heard Jimin hastily say thank you to the teacher and rushed to your side.

“Are you okay? I saw what those girls did to you and—”

“You saw nothing…”

“Here, let me help you.”

“It’s okay, I got it… thank you,” you tried your best to smile and quickly walked away.

Jimin was just about to leave when he saw a small notebook lying on the corner. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he opened the cover to find a name. Adeline.  

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Daddy’s little kitten (Part 9)


You little bitch!” she shouted whilst storming over towards me. Everyone’s chatter grounded to a holt, as everyone anticipated her next move.

“You’ve ruined my life!” she screamed invading my personal space. “I believe you did that all by yourself” i smugly replied. “Don’t make me fucking angry” she spat back. “I’m not doing anything” i sarcastically smiled.

“Come on now y\n, that’s enough” Harry interjected, causing me to look at him in disbelief. “Enough?” i questioned. “Yes” he replied calmly. “You expect me to just stand here and take her shit?” i asked again causing him to slowly nod and look at me with a firm stare.

“Yeah, do as your boss says” the blonde bombshell spoke before me. “Shouldn’t you be groveling to daddy?” i asked whilst folding my arms. “At least i have one” she smirked back. Oh now this bitch has a nerve. “And what is that meant to mean?” i asked, getting angrier and angrier as each second passed.

“Oh come off it darling… you know exactly what it means” she replied. “I do have a dad. He might not be my biological father but he’s as good as. Anyway, at least i didn’t steal from my dad and cause my mother to die. How sick can you be” i scowled at her.

“Y/n, i said enough.” I couldn’t believe what i was hearing from Harry. How can he possibly defend this waste of a life that stood before us and not defend me? I thought he hated her guts. “No Harry, i’m not having her speak about me like that” i replied causing him to sigh loudly.

Scarlett’s irritating snigger could then be heard. “Do you think Harry loves you?” i stared at her, in hope that i would be able to grow lasers from my eyes in order to zap this bitch away. “You think he wants to be with you? Get married to you? Have kids with you?” she chuckled. “Well keep dreaming because all Harry wants is sex. Sex, sex sex! He’s the real life version of Christian Grey” she laughed.

Still no word or defense from Harry. “See, he’s not denying it” she chuckled. “Just leave Scarlett” the curly haired man finally spoke. His shoulders were tense and his eyes had turned dark.

“You know. It’s no surprise that your parents abandoned you… I mean, look at the state of you. Your hair looks like rats tails, your makeup is a mess. And as for that outfit, well lets put it this way, it doesn’t flatter your curves. You think your so good, but really your nothing but a fat mess. Harry will get bored of you soon, just like mummy and daddy did” she smirked too herself. But that smirk was about to be wiped off.

You see, i’ve always been quite a fighter. You have to be with the background i hold. I was always bullied at school just for being adopted. I found that violence was the best strategy. If the bullies knew that you could defend yourself they stopped. It was as simple as that.

So when choosing between fight or flight i generally choose the first option. My fist hurled its way towards her face and a wicked crunch could be heard. The crimson liquid soon began to trickle out of her nose, as she stood there clutching onto her face. “Don’t speak about my parents like that!” i shouted ready to take her on again but a pair of muscular arms soon stopped me.

“That’s enough!” Harry roared. “Security, i want her out!” he bellowed and a group of four large gentlemen soon carried Scarlett out of the venue. “And you, you’re coming with me” he instructed whilst dragging me towards the back room by my arm.

“What the fuck was that!” he shouted at me aggressively closing the door behind him. “I was defending myself” “From fucking what?” he shouted again. “I didn’t see her lunging towards you!” he spat. “Well you didn’t exactly defend me did you or help!” i stared at him. “You’ve fucking shown me up in front of thousands! Made yourself look real classy y/n” he paced the room. “Oh well i’m so very fucking sorry Harry. I’m sorry that im such an embarrassment to you. I’m sorry that i felt the need to defend myself” i shook with anger. “The violence wasn’t necessary! You dont see me punching people when i get pissed off!” “Do you know how fucking hard it is when people make fun of you for being adopted.” He stared at me clearly having no answer. “No, you dont. So dont fucking lecture me on how i should react when you have no idea as to how it feels. I’ve grown up with this all through high school. Ive had to put up with the bullies, and im sick of it! It’s alright for you, your parents didn’t abandon you did they!” He didn’t even reply. “You know what fuck this Harry. I’m going. I’ll make sure nobody sees me leave, you know because im such an embarrassment to you” and those were my last words before walking out of the door.


Stepping out of the bath i wrapped my silk robe around me and walked into my bedroom. Today had been a disaster. Yes, i know own 20% of Styles’ enterprise, but me and Harry have had a huge fall out, i’ve probably broken Scarlett’s nose, and to be quite honest, i feel like crawling in a ball and never leaving my bed ever again.

Checking my phone, i noticed i had seven missed calls off Harry and 3 voicemails. I’m not even going to bother listening to them. He’s made his feelings very clear.

Harrys POV

Y/N hasn’t answered the phone again. I’m at my witts end. I dont even know if shes arrived home safely or not. The wheels of my black matte range rover span off the drive as i began my journey to her house.

I need to see her.

I love her so so much. Yes, i normally use girls for sex. Most of them are gold diggers anyway, but not y/n. She’s something different. Shes the one for me. And now that shes part of the company we have no reason not to be together.

Yes i was angry at first, but only because she didn’t inform me of what was going on. She went behind my back and made a deal that involved me. But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is us getting through this. 

I pulled up outside her place and speed walked towards her front door. I knocked on the door not really expecting an answer. To my surprise she opened the door looking like a vulnerable little child. The hurt in her eyes was evident.

“What now Harry?” she whispered with her lip quivering. “Please, just let me come in, we need to talk.” I pushed on the door with my muscular arms whilst she stepped back to let me enter. I shut the door behind me and turned to face her small petite frame.

“Look, i’m so sorry kitten” i apologised. “So you keep saying” she replied before turning to walk away from me. Sitting on the sofa she resumed with what she was watching. I walked over to where she was sat and put the sky box on pause. “Just hear me out okay. I’m sorry for not sticking up for you, but it was all a shock, and i can’t be seen to be condoning violence. I’ve just never seen that side to you kitten”

“Yeah well that’s who i am Harry”

“I know and i accept that. This business deal can only bring us closer. We can manage Styles’ enterprise together, me and you as a couple” i beamed as her eyes lit up. She turned her head towards me and smiled. “You want us to be together?” she asked. “More than anything baby. Your the one okay.. yes i used to play girls and use them but those days are over. You’ve changed me beautiful. You’ve made me a better person, and my life wouldn’t be the same without you.” 

She smiled causing dimples to form on her small angelic face. “So, will you be my girlfriend? Pretty please” i smiled whilst taking hold of her small hand. She nodded like an energetic little girl. “I’d love too Harry” she smiled whilst wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a big cuddle. I held her tightly to my chest. Now that shes mine i’m never going to let go of her.

“I’m so happy right now” she beamed. “Me too baby” i replied whilst she traced the outlines of my tattoos with her fingers. “I love this casual look on you too” she whispered. “You just love to see my big muscly arms dont you kitten” i laughed. “Maybe” she smirked back, a smirk which soon turned into a giggle.

Everything was going exceptionally well until my phone buzzed. Pulling it out of my pocket i looked at my phone screen.

Scarlett: I’m going straight the police to press charges against that lovely little slut of yours… unless you agree to give me a fee to keep my mouth shut. The choice is yours, Mr Styles. xo

Just when you think that stupid cow is out of the picture she strikes again. Will this woman ever leave me alone?!

KITTEN TURNED INTO A BIG LIONESS… really hope this was worth the wait guys, i know a lot of you have been excited for it but its finally here! Please leave me feedback, it makes me smile when you lot say nice things about my writing.. and like if you read as always. Message me if you have a request too!

Kirstie xx

anonymous asked:

hi! :) could u write a modern au where clarke is on the phone with wells and he already told her bout his week so its her turn but then her pizza arrives or idk so she tells him to call her back in a min and when her phone rings she just picks it up without glancing at the screen cuz ofc its wells and shes like:"so my week.." n shes just talkin and talkin and then after like 2hours shes done and it turns out that she talked to bell not wells(when they werent really friends they just fight) pls

“I just don’t get why she feels the need to micromanage everything, you know?” Clarke said into the phone drumming her fingers on her knees.

“Yeah, Clarke, I know,” Wells said, on the other end of the line.  His words were accompanied by a heavy sigh.  “You know she just does it because she loves you and wants the best for you.”

Angrily Clarke unfolded herself from her bed and walked over to her desk, tracing the framed picture of her and Abby there.  “Yeah,” she said slowly.  “I do.  But still.  It’s not like harassing me about my Bio 201 final from across the country is going to do any good.”

Wells hummed in agreement then swore.  “Shit, I forgot I have to go print out that assignment for class.  I have to go to the library and find a color printer.  Can I call you back and we’ll finish talking then?”

“Yeah, definitely.  I don’t want to stop you from getting your work done.”

“All right.  Twenty minutes tops, Clarke, I promise.”

She couldn’t help but smile.  “I’ll be here.”

He hung up and she sighed, flopping face-first onto her bed.

When her phone rang thirty minutes later, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID (after all, who else was it going to be?) and held it up to her ear.  “Took you long enough,” she grumbled.  “You get lost on the way to the library?  No, never mind, don’t answer that, it doesn’t matter.”  She sighed, then before Wells could say anything added, “I was thinking about it again and…like I know why she’s doing it.  I know she just wants the best for me and she wants me to get into a good med school program and get placed in a great residency and all that but it’s just so stressful and it really doesn’t help.  Like I feel like I’d do better if she’d just leave me alone and let me do things myself.

“It’s not like I want to fail out of college.  She knows how driven I am, I just wish she could let me push myself instead of feeling the need to do it for me.  But I guess you know what that’s like with your dad pushing you at law school so hard and all that.  Though I guess the difference is that you don’t want to be a lawyer and I do want to be a doctor but–ah, fuck, I feel like a terrible daughter.  Am I a terrible daughter?  Probably.  Argh.  Do I even want to be a doctor?  Or is it just her influence?  Because you know she’s basically been telling me oh, Clarke, you’re going to be a great doctor and oh, Clarke, your patients are going to love you since I was like four.  I didn’t even know what a doctor was when I was four.

“I just worry that I’m on a track to something I don’t want and that I might even resent in ten years.  And I don’t want that.  For me or for my parents.  Med school is fucking expensive not to mention that’s a lot of years of my life that I have to go through before I can even practice.  And fuck, I have to figure out if I want to specialize and shit, I just don’t know what the hell to do, you know?”

She stopped and took a deep breath.  The other end of the line was silent.  She didn’t say anything, worried that her giant rant had bored him off the phone.

“Well, Clarke, that was…uh, enlightening?  And not at all what I was expecting?”

It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head.

“Bellamy?” she whispered.


“Oh, fuck.”

“Do you not check your caller ID, princess?”

“I thought you were Wells.”

“Well, that explains a lot.”  There was a long awkward pause.  “But it sounds like you have a lot to get off your chest.  Want to talk about it?”

Clarke took the phone away from her ear, stared at it and Bellamy’s name (saved in her phone as “The Asshole”) flashing across the top of her screen before she put it back.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m willing to call a momentary truce on the name-calling and derisive sarcastic comments if you are.”  There was a smirk in his laugh but she decided to let it go.

“Okay.  But only because I actually really do have no idea what I’m doing with my life.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing, Clarke.  Okay, so, lay it on me.  What’s going down with your mom?”

Calum- Tampons

request- Will you write an imagine where y/n asks calum to pick up some tampons for her and some fans saw that and tweets about it?

word count- 900+

rating- PG

A/N- so you kind of ask him..but its more like he volunteers because he is just an amazing boyfriend…so yeah.


you were hanging out with your boyfriend at his house watching a movie. it was supposed to be just the two of you..but of course the 3 other boys that lived there decided to join you two. you guys hadn't been together very long but you were already used to their constant presents. you were halfway through the movie we you started to have some stomach pains. you weren’t sure what was causing them so you tried to ignore it and focused all your attention on the movie. 

after a few more minuets you decided maybe it was some sort of gas pain so you decided to get up and excuse yourself…the last thing you needed was an accidental fart in a room full of immature guys. 

when you walked into the bathroom you decided to just go pee since you were there anyways. when you pulled your pants down you discovered the cause of your stomach pain. your period had decided to come early. you knew you hadn’t brought any pads or tampons with you since this was unexpected, so you just sat there trying to think of a plan. 

finally you decided there was only one option so you got up and put some toilet paper in your pants before taking your phone out and texting your boyfriend even though he was just a room away. 

you: hey cal..can you come to the bathroom?

calum: yeah…I’m coming

soon you heard a knock on the bathroom door and you opened it pulling calum inside. you were embarrassed but since he grew up with a sister you hoped he wouldn’t react too bad. 

“whats going on?” he asked confused and worried

“well this is extremely embarrassing…but can i borrow some pants?” you asked since yours had a blood spot

“yeah. why? he asked still confused

"i need to go home and i don’t want to do that with out pants on” you explained

“no you cant leave” he protested “you said you would stay over tonight”

“calum…my period started and i don’t have any… umm products.” you admitted and things finally started to make sense. “so unless you want to go to the store i need to leave" 

"i will go…i want you to stay” he told you as he leaned in to kiss you.  he started to walk out when you stopped him. 

“they boys are going to have questions when you walk out of the bathroom and then leave” you pointed out. “this is embarrassing i don’t want them to know” you said with red cheeks

“follow me” he said with a smile as he took your hand and walked you to his bedroom. once you were in he let go of your hand and got out a pair of boxers and one of his shirts. before telling you to follow him again. 

“why don’t you go take a hot shower and i will run to the store and get you..the stuff” he told you as you walked into his bathroom. he kissed you goodbye and left while you got in the shower. 

the heat helped to relive some of your stomach cramps and you had fun using all of your boyfriends shower products.. in the end you smelled just like him. once you were done showering you just sat down and let the water hit you until you heard your boyfriends voice. 

“I’m back…i will set the stuff here and wait  for you outside” he told you. when you heard the door close you stood back up and turned the water off. 

you got out and saw a few different boxes of tampons and pads and laughed at the fact he got so many..all you needed was one small box. 

you changed into his boxers and pulled on his t shirt before walking out to see Calum laying down on his bed looking at his phone. 

“calum you got a lot of stuff” you said laughing

“well… i wanted to be prepared if you happen to be here again and it starts” he said sitting up. 

“you are the best know that right?” you asked as you climbed on the bed and sat on his lap and kissed him. suddenly you pulled away after hearing knowcking on his bedroom door.

“hey Calum…hows your vagina?” Michael yelled from the other side and you heard the other boys laughing

“shut up! what are you talking about?” he yelled back confused. 

“check twitter dude” Luke yelled as you heard them walk away 

when he opened twitter he saw pictures of him self while at the store comparing boxes and picking out your lady products. 

“well that’s a little embarrassing” he said as he scrolled down

“yeah for me…everyone knows they arn’t for you” you said as you took his phone and kept reading things

“oh this person says you are amazing and the perfect boyfriend…i agree”

“then you will really agree when you see what else i got” he said as he leaned down and picked another bag up off the ground. he turned it upside down and candy fell out. 

“i though maybe you would want to lay here with me watching netflix while eating large amounts of candy” he said with a shrug

“okay that’s it..we are never breaking up” you joked as you pulled him in for another kiss and he just smiled knowing he did something right. 

Day 4: Cloud Nine (THIS IS LATE OMG)
KakaSaku Valentines Week 2015

A/N #1: this High School AU fic lives and exists in the beautiful AU of “Notice Me, Kouhai,” by nachoshiprose [Part 1] [Part 2]. I’ve always wanted to write scenes for NMK because it looked really fun and cute and ugh. i love it to bits. I hope you don’t hate me too much after you read this hahaha. 

A/N #2: if you aren’t familiar with school festivals in Japan, they usually hold one where they open the school to outsiders and the students entertain guests with plays, concerts, games; and where they also have a class-involved activities like Haunted Halls, Maid Cafes, Okonomiyaki Stalls, Cosplay Booths and a whole lot more. In this story, Konoha High School is having their Foundation Day, and Kakashi’s class has a Maid-and-Butler Cafe. 

With that said, I hope you like it! :D

Words: 1234 words

“What’s up with those two?” Sarutobi Asuma chewed on a lollipop stick as he eyed two of his bestfriends who were sitting in a corner, seemingly dazed and unresponsive to reality. 

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Those Were The Days.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Titled: ‘Those Were The Days.’ 

Warnings: Uhh 

Word Count: 1,541 

Prompt: “Be quiet, they’ll hear you.” 

A/N: This is my entry for Week 4 of the lovely Supernatural Hiatus Challenge! I hope you love it @one-shots-supernatural 

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Life for you and Dean is always changing especially with your two young children. No day was ever the same, and it would get hard for you with Dean being away all the time. 

You first had a son, which Dean was a little bit more than happy about, and you named him Conner. Then you had your first daughter, which was what you secretly wanted and you named her Reagan. Conner was three years old and Reagan just turned one. 

You’ll be honest, you haven’t gone hunting since Conner was born. But you and Dean agreed that if you were going to have kids that you needed to stay with them because they will need you. 

You didn’t really miss hunting that much but you would get your fill of it from Dean and Sam. Although since you’ve had kids your’s and Dean’s date nights went out the window. Those were rare, like really rare and soon your anniversary was coming up. 

Dean knew that he wanted to do something extra special for you because of how hard you worked and how much you had sacrifice, so he came up with something. He made a few phone calls and hopefully things will work out like they are supposed to. 

The day had finally come and Dean didn’t know how much longer he could keep it from you. Late that afternoon, early into the evening, you overheard someone knocking at the door. You ran up the stairs but you couldn’t go too fast with, Reagan in your arms. 

You opened the door and there was Claire and Jody! “Claire? Jody? What are you doing here?” You were very shocked and happy to see them and you immediately let them in. “Oh we were in the neighborhood and we thought we would stop by.” Jody shrugged her shoulder. 

“How are you guys? Oh and how is school going Claire?” You raised an eyebrow at that girl. “School is going actually.” Claire said and she smiled a bit. “We are doing as well as we can.” Jody answered for the both of them. 

“How are you though?” Jody asked you. “I am doing great, and I am happy as ever to get to be home with the kids. “ You admitted truthfully. 

“Well, I’ll have to say is enjoy while you can because soon, they’ll grow up and be like this!” Jody said giving Claire a look. Claire looked back at Jody and tried to look completely innocent. You guys entered the library and there was Sam and Dean sitting in their usual spots. 

“Oh hey Jody, hey Claire!” Both of the boys stand up from their sits at the three of you walk in or should say four of you including Reagan. Sam and Dean gave the both of them hugs and asked how they were and how was the trip. 

Dean looked Reagan in the eyes just like his and opened his arms for her to move into. She was a Daddy’s girl and she instantly began to squirm and move around in your arms. “Okay, okay you want to go to Daddy, I understand.” You say handing her over to Dean. 

Dean bounced Reagan up and down in his arms as you guys caught up. In the middle of everyone talking you asked if you anyone wanted anything. You suggested putting a pot of coffee on and everyone agreed with you. You went into the kitchen and got to work. 

While you working away, Jody walked closer up to Dean and asked him.

“Have you told Y/N yet?” Dean smirked and looked at you through the kitchen door way and said in a low voice. 

“I’m working on it.” Dean said and he handed Reagan over to Jody. “Claire, Conner should be playing in his bedroom, go get him.” Dean directed Claire and Claire nodded her head and began walking down the hallway. 

“Sam, go move the kids car seats into Jody’s truck.” Dean moved his head in the direction of the door. Sam gave his brother a thumbs up and went on his way. Claire and Jody met Dean at the bottom of the stairs. “Okay, Claire quickly go and get the play pen out of Reagan’s nursery, and in that bag has everything you need, Jody.” 

Dean reassured Jody. “Thanks, Dean and  I think what you are doing for Y/N is really sweet and I am glad I get to be Aunt Jody for a little while.” Jody smiled still holding Reagan. “Well, whatever we decide to do we should be home by ten so drop them whenever or maybe.” Dean said talking off the top of his head. 

“Dean we’ll figure that tomorrow! Now go be with your wife!” Jody exclaimed, pushing Dean a bit and her and Claire ran up the stairs with the kids in a hurry. 

Dean watched them walk out the door and then he crept his way slowly into the kitchen. You were in there working on fixing the first cup of coffee. Dean stood  frame of the door staring at you. You looked up from what you were doing and noticed Dean. 

“Oh hey Dean are you here to help me with the load?” You asked pouring some half and half into the mug and began to open a sugar packet. “Jody and Claire couldn’t stay for coffee, they just left.” Dean said to you pointing out of the room with his hand. 

“What do you mean they just left?” Y/N stopped dead from what she was doing and drew her focus on me. “Yeah and they took Reagan and Conner with them.” Dean added that small but major detail. Your eyes widened larger than life. 

“They took my babies? Its not that I don’t trust them but those are my children and I never let them out of my sight. and and” You were going on and on but only you could hear because you began to mumble over your words. 

“Babe! It’s okay Sam tagged along and they’ll be back tonight!” Dean said in an attempt to catch your attention. “So this means that you and I have the bunker completely to ourselves for the evening?” You asked to clarify with Dean. 

“Right.” Dean said nodding his head a little. “Happy anniversary, baby.” Dean said coming closer to you and kissing you. You threw your arms around Dean and gave him a big bear hug. Dean hugged you back and you thanked him. 

“So what do you want to do?” Dean asked you next. It didn’t take you long to make a decision. 

You and Dean were your shared bedroom, watching whatever you wanted on Netflix and just relaxing. Sitting back for the first time before Conner was born. 

You and Dean found a show and played the first episode. You and Dean were all cuddled up and you weren’t even twenty minutes into the episode when you already dozed off. 

Dean smiled down at your sleeping figure against his body and he began to yawn, he didn’t realize how tired he was until he laid down. Not longer after that Dean was asleep as well. 

You guys slept your whole night away. Claire, Jody, and Sam came back around nine and when the saw impala they knew you guys were back already. What they didn’t expect was a dead quiet house. It was too quiet. 

Jody and Claire got the kiddos back into their own beds and then they began to search the bunker for you two. Sam found you two, knocked out in the bed. You and Dean clung to each other side and the T.V was still on. 

Sam turned the T.V. off and then he took his phone out and snapped a few pictures. Claire and Jody saw that the door was opened and Sam inside. They walked in as well and Claire was about to bust out laughing. 

Jody nudged her in the side and muttered. “Be quiet, they’ll hear you.” Sam turned around to Jody and Claire and told them that they are really out because they would have woken up by now. 

The three of them didn’t want to intrude much longer so they left you two in peace. 

You finally woke up and Dean remained in a deep sleep. You picked up your phone that was right beside you in the bed and saw that it was 5:00 a.m. ! 

You gasped quietly to yourself and then you shook Dean awake. “Dean! Dean!” You whispered shaking him. “What? What?” Dean asked half awake and then he rubbed his eyes. 

“We fell asleep and we slept for twelve hours!” You said still in a state of shock. “So? You obviously needed a break if you slept for that long.” Dean said yawning a bit. “Now come on, we’ve still got a few more hours to sleep.” Dean said opening his arms to you. 

You didn’t shy away from that and you scooted in the bed closer to Dean. 

“I love you Dean.” You mumble into Dean’s chest.

“I love you too , Y/N.” Dean said kissing the top of your head and falling back asleep. 

The End!