what do you mean small

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“I will not fight you father.”

…unless you don’t put that on the fridge. And don’t say it’s shitty because I tried okay what more can you expect after you cut off my damn hand.

Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2016)

Bonus: 

Lego Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy (2006)

I just… want to know how the team reacted the first time Junkrat stood up straight and there was this moment of ‘oh shit, he’s actually a tol?!

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Maybe it was like, [and I know I use DVa a lot for these headcanons but she always seems inquisitive and personable in the way young people usually are]:

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A quiet day, people are relaxing and doing whatever; the junkers are in the lounge area chilling and working on their stuff, others are around them too. D.Va is with them, as she tends to be, more recently, because they’re friends… and can be talked into playing video games with her. The rest of the base either can’t work the controls or is tired of being railroaded by a teenager in every game from Retro!Pacman to more recent releases.

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D.Va: Hey Roadhog, how did someone like you (*gestures to the fact he’s like twice her height whilst mechless*) find someone like Rat? He’s so small and kinda your opposite, really…

(Junkrat, cackling in the distance, as he works on his bomb launcher)

Roadhog: What do you mean, small?

D.Va: You know, he’s sorta… like almost my height… and you could probably pick us both up in a hand and toss us like javelins if you wanted…

((Hooting laughter from someone who is half-listening)

D.Va: …or maybe a cannonball, he’s more like a cannonball…

Roadhog, clearly amused: Hey Jamie… 

Junkrat: Yeah mate?

Roadhog: C’mere for a minute.

Junkrat: Kinda in the middle a’ something Hoggie… aaaaaaand done. 

(*clunking over all hunched and interested in what the other man wanted, feigned innocence not quite working because of the shiteating grin plastered all over his face bc he was listening and knew exactly what was about to happen*)

D.Va: See? He’s my height, almost… 

(*measures utilising the old hand on top of her head to his head movement, he’s honestly a little taller than her, so she’s on tiptoes*)

Roadhog, humouring her: Is that right?

(A Pause)

Roadhog: Jamie… stand up.

Junkrat: Anything for you, Mako mate…

(The crouching lanky creatures starts to straighten out… standing up, and up, and up… until he’s equal to around Roadhog’s shoulders)

D.Va & Assembled heroes: Holy shit/WTF/Who let this happen

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Also DVa: You sonofabitch, you saw me trying to get cookies out of the overhead cupboard whilst balancing on like three stacked chairs the other day, and you could’ve just stood up and got them for me?! Stay right there, I am going to get my mech to kick your lanky tol ass…

You can speak Spanish? // Jeff Atkins

Warning: fluff, like soooo much fluff

A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault


The sun was shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around, snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso, while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew you were awake. “Morning, papi chulo.” He groaned at the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.” He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone. “You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. “Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said, after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)” You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips, while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.” He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t understand them.” He whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest, biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over kissing your collarbone. “Entonces bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder blade. “Podría acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día?  (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Te amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled kissing your lips softly. “Yo también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck. “God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are the cheesy one. Pero te quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said and you smiled at his words.


You laughed and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes, now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?” You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.” Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway, suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs. Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.” Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.


After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their weekend. “Deténgase, por favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its place. “Y/N, podrías traerme una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?” Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo. (I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled, placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room. Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it, you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips. “That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when you speak Spanish.

Made of skin and bones

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, some nudism?

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end

A/N: I’m really sorry for the delay but sometimes life happens and I didn’t had so much time thos past days, hoppefully I’ll update sooner the next chapter. Thank you so much everyone! :)


1.Wolves   2.Chess

3. Holy water

Your steps and Steve’s are the only sound breaking the solemn silence of the royal hall. He has tried to stablish a cordial conversation with you but you are just focused on his previous words.

“We have to prepare you for your wedding”

Well, damn, you had totally forgotten about your part of the deal. You are about to get married, and with a stranger. 

- Are you okay? - Steve asks you softly

- Yes… - he doesn’t believe it, you neither

Before he can keep persuading you a tall young woman crosses paths with you and Steve, her eyes blown open when she looks at you

- Sila, what a happy coincidence - Steve greets her

- Sir - with a serene smile she bows at him

- We were searching for you

- Hi - you salute the, now you can sense, omega

- Hello - she then looks at you, and you feel like she knows you from somewhere else, and she doesn’t like you

- Well, Sila, this is Y/N, Y/N, Sila - Steve introduces you - She will be the one who will help you with the wedding arrangemetns and to understand the traditions

- Oh thank you - you breathe relieved knowing that you will be acompanied by a woman in those times of  unrest, and even better if she is an omega

- Sure, Sir - she nods at Steve - Please follow me 

Without even looking at you she starts walking undoing the path she just made, you wave at Steve and follow the graceful woman. The air between you doesn’t incite a conversation so you dedicate the time to observe the majestic rooms by which the woman leads you. When you cross one specially decorated with large windows you can’t help but staring at the sunny day outside and at the beautiful clear lake that peeks among the trees near the palace, you make a mental note to visit that beautiful place sometime.

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170606 - Big Baozi

Today’s bias is Xiumin!

And he admits that he’s one of the smaller EXO members.

Originally posted by sassybookshelf

Luhan: “I don’t think you’re small at all.”

Xiumin: “What do you mean?”

Originally posted by itsdoemi

Luhan: “I know you have a really big–”

Xiumin: “WHOOPS!  He said it, I didn’t.”

Baekhyun: “…..omg…..”

Originally posted by exosgoldentrash

Xiumin: “He isn’t wrong though.”

Chen: “Xiumin… how does he know that?”

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Xiumin: “Everybody knows that.”

Chen: “…Everyone…?  You hoe.

Xiumin: “Come get some of this big bao.”

Chanyeol: “omg”

Lay: “omg”

Baekhyun: “omg”

Luhan: “I can’t believe this. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “

Chen: “I can’t believe this…”

[[ // Masterlist // ]]

like literally there would be outrage if people acted like this with children

“oh yeah bobby’s eight now but you know we just didn’t feel like upgrading so he’s still very happy in his crib”

“what do you mean they grow? he’s so small right now, won’t he stay that way?”

“listen this kid cries too much, I need a muzzle or something to keep his mouth shut”

“twenty years?? oh no that’s way too much commitment, we want one that won’t last that long. you know, an easy starter child”

“he stopped eating his meals, he only wants candy. I’m having to give him a bag a day!”

karis-the-fangirl  asked:

'Oh no I'm suddenly responsible for this small creature/baby' au?

hahaha this clearly happens to Finn and Rey all the time. They both have hearts that account for ninety per cent of their bodyweight; they are starved for love, and yet only what to give it out – they were hurt and hurt and hurt and their response was not I am in pain thus everyone else should be but I am in pain and no one else should be ever again. Finn helped Slip up every time he fell; Rey was willing to risk starvation rather than trade an innocent droid in for scrap. And so these two orphan angels will take in strays of any species or form. 

So, do you remember that post which theorises that human beings are best known for having really messy pack-bonding instincts that get absolutely everywhere and lead to them forming attachments to dangerous predators, inanimate objects and droids with knives typed to them? I believe that wholeheartedly. Poe epitomizes it completely: he will make friends with everything and everyone. Finn & Rey, on the other hand, will take it to An Entirely New Level. Because they will see anything – absolutely anything – that is Small and Vulnerable and announce that Yes this is Their Child now and They Will Care For It. 

what do you mean Poe why can I not keep this small and helpless rathtar look its mummy is dead and I must care for it and Poe is trying not to have hysterics as a three-foot baby rathtar curls around Finn’s shoulder, nuzzling at his nape and making soft cooing vocalisations that translate, roughly, to new mummy strange mummy soft mummy. And when they find Stormtroopers being prepared for training Rey just scoops up five astonished toddlers in her arms, catches the rest behind her with her with the Force (they trail and bounce and giggle in delight) and announces that these are her little ones now yes she is a parent

Poe manages to get the children into Resistance Daycare (hey, there are a lot of working parents in the Resistance, and of course they have proper facilities) but Rey still visits them every day. And he gets Finn to agree that Cuddles (the rathtar, who is now six foot and growing) should not sleep on the bed. But he can’t do anything about the three puppies Finn brings back from a mission (snuggling, cuddly things named Bodhi, Baze and Chirrut.) And he doesn’t want to, to be honest, because they are so god damn cute. And Rey comes back from a mission to a scrap-yard moon with two broken-down droids, patches them up. “Look at my darlings,” she says, “they are so Good and Cute and we shall make sure that they will always have friends.” (Luke looks at this girl, this strange desert girl who does not a family, mending droids like she’s been born to it, giving them names – Evie and Wallie if anyone is interested – with her bright eyes, and sparkling Force presence, and he thinks that she is very familiar, very familiar indeed.)

Have you got enough love left? - Imagine

White powder gathered around your feet, small white flakes drifting over your face and chilling your skin as it settled and melted. Your small body was bundled beneath several layers of warm wool, Harry’s large hoodie pulled over several jumpers, the hood pulled tightly around your face. From where you sat, perched on a small hanging chair beneath the porch you had a clear view of Harry and your young daughter playing in the snow.

Your little girl was bundled in all the warm clothes you could find, a small puffer jacket engulfing her tiny frame and a little pink, chubby face sticking out from beneath the hood. Harry was less well prepared for the weather, surrendering his hoodie to you and insisting that he would be just fine in jeans and a jacket, but still you could see him shiver.

Shrieks of glee bubbled past your little girl’s lips as she pressed her small hands into the snow, squealing at the cold and pulling it away quickly before giggling and doing the same again. Harry watched her with bright eyes, full of love and laughter as he reached for a handful of snow and crunched it for his daughter to see. She gurgled and clapped, placing her tiny hand into Harrys and playing with the snow that was beginning to melt from the heat of his palm.

Your body warmed with content as you watched them play, a light, fuzzy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach as you watched the two people you cared for most in the world share such a precious moment.

You watched as your daughter slithered out of Harry’s protective hold and began to toddle along the ground, the fresh snow crunching beneath her little boots with each clumsy step. Harry was close behind, poised to whisk her back into his arms should she stumble. He jerked forward as she half bend, half fell so that both her hands were pressed into the snow, disappearing into the ground so that almost all of her lower arms were submerged.

“She’s fine Harry” you called with a giggle as he made a move to grab her.

“She’ll get cold” he argued but still took a step back, never taking his eyes of his little girl.

“And so will you if you don’t put another jumper on. Let her have a bit of fun” you said. Harry glanced at you with wary eyes before flicking his attention back to his daughter and sighing in defeat. Slowly, and reluctantly, he made his way towards where you sat, huddled in a blanket for warmth. There was no resistance from him as he sat and you shifted to engulf both your bodies in the soft blanket.

Your daughter giggled and pushed herself back to her feet and tottered a little further across the snow covered grass.

“She’s so beautiful” you said softly, watching with joy as your perfect girl. She was so young, so little, so fragile, but still so incredibly beautiful. You had been convinced that you would never love anyone as quickly and as completely as you loved Harry, but this was a different kind of love. This love consumed you in a very different way. You felt protective, responsible, like you would so anything to keep her from harm or heartbreak. She was your little girl, made from love and surrounded by it every day of her short life, you adored her in a way that you never thought was possible.

“I wonder where she gets it from” Harry said with a small and a quick sideways glance. You grinned and elbowed him in the side, eliciting a soft chuckle from his lips. One arm reach from beneath the blanked to wrap around your shoulders and heave you closer to his side where he planted a warm kiss to your forehead.

“You cold?” he asked, nose brushing gently against your forehead and warm breath fanning across your skin. You sighed but shook your head, nuzzling closer to his body and fitting yourself perfectly into his side. Harry hummed and pressed another kiss to your skin.

“I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy” he said softly, his thumb brushing gently back and forth across your shoulder but even through all the layers you wore, his touch set your skin on fire. You giggled and twisted your head to press a kiss against an exposed area of his neck.

You daughter giggled and gurgled as she plopped herself down on the snow, grabbing handfuls of the white powder and squealing as she threw it away from her. You beamed and Harry chucked softly, his chest rumbling beneath you.

“I love you both so much” you said as you pressed a cold hand to his chest and watched your daughter carefully for any sign that she might need you. You knew that she would start to get cold soon and you were ready to race forward and whisk her back in side as soon as she did.

“I love you so much” Harry whispered into your ear, his breath fanning your skin and causing goose bumps to rise on your skin. You twisted in his grasp so that your gaze would meet his. Bright eyes blazed in to your own as he gazed at you with almost as much adoration as he held for his little girl.

“With all the love you have for me, and for her,” you said, nodding towards your little bundle of giggles still throwing snow, “I fear that you might not have enough left over”.

Harry tilted his head back slightly so that he could get a better look of your face.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a small frown creasing his brow as he looked at you. You grinned and reached up to smooth the creased skin, running your finger gently down over his rosy cheek and along his jawline before letting you hand settle at the base of his neck.

“Harry Styles, how would you like to become a father of two?” you said, with a beaming smile. His eyes widened with shock, shortly followed by unquenchable delight and his face broke into a breath-taking grin.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, his voice wavering with barely controlled glee. Your only reply was a small nod, the smile still breaking across your face. Harry seemed at a loss for both words so decided his best method of expressing his feelings was to press a hard kiss to your frozen lips, one which you were only too eager to return.

A gurgling voice of broken sounds shook you apart from the bubble you hard created and both heads turned towards your daughter who was trying to push herself to her feet. Harry was standing in an instant, you own reflexes causing you to rise moments after. He dashed across the frozen ground and whipped his little girl up onto his arms, pulling her to his chest and pressing warm kisses to her chubby cheeks as he made his way back to you.

Gathering the blankets that were spread across the seat you reached over and pulled the door open as your family arrived, Harry whispering soft words to his little girl as he took her inside, holding her firmly to his chest, the usual protective stance he held while near her retuning as he sheltered her from the cold. As they passed and stepped into the house, you caught a glimpse of the one sided conversation they were having.

“You’re going to be a big sister” he whispered. You beamed at his back as they shuffled past, your daughter making soft gurgling noises as if she knew what he was talking about. Your chest warmed with love as you followed them both back into the warmth of your home.    


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Emergency Family (Prologue)

“I always watch your updates on instagram so don’t try to deny it.”

You were all smiles as you walked hand-in-hand with Christian. He had raced to your side after completing his latest project and like usual he was looking forward to relaxing with you by his side. “Baby girl you know I really do work hard, I just make it look easy.” 

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Destiel Trope Collection
Day 30 | Witch/Familiar AU

A Different Kind of Magic | @thebloggerbloggerfun
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 4,775
Tags: Witch!Castiel, Modern Urban Fantasy, Healer Castiel, Magic, Magic Spells, Cursed!Dean
Summary: Castiel is a witch that prides himself on his healing spells and Dean is that one customer that keeps coming into his shop with a different illness that needs curing.-Castiel looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Well, Dean, you’ve been cursed.”
Dean’s eyes widened at the buzzword. “Cursed? What do you mean?”
Castiel looked at him sympathetically as he pulled out a small, square bottle. “You either made a witch very angry or made someone that knows a witch very angry.”


Unbound | @through-shadows-falling
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 85,469
Tags:  Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Familiar Dean, Witch Castiel, Fluff, Angst, Soulmates, Temporary Character Death, Minor Violence, Animal Transformation
Summary: In a world where Witches and Familiars depend on each other to survive, Dean Winchester remains Unbound, and his magic—and life—is dwindling. Dean has accepted his fate, even if his family hasn’t. After all, what can he do about it?
But then a man stumbles into his life who just might be Dean’s Witch, but for some mysterious reason, refuses to Bond. On top of that, there’s trouble brewing on the horizon, and it seems that Dean’s caught right in the thick of it.
Can Dean convince the stranger that they need each other, before it’s too late for the both of them—and their world?


You Found Me | @through-shadows-falling
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 15,762
Tags: Magical Realism AU, Witch Dean, Familiar Castiel, Animal Transformation, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Soulmates, Profound Bonds
SummaryDean is a Witch without a Familiar because, unlike everyone else, he’s never experienced the Call that brings Witches and Familiars together. But that’s fine, really. He doesn’t mind not being able to use his magic, and he definitely isn’t jealous of other Bonded pairs. Nope, not him. Which makes it all the more incredible when an Unbonded Familiar—a crow named Cas—smashes down on his windshield with a broken wing. Dean’s mother is able to heal Cas’s wing, but they’ve got a bigger problem: Cas’s Grace has been stolen, which prevented him from ever initiating a Call. He believes Dean is his Witch, so they embark on a journey to get his Grace back with the hopes that they can officially Bond as a true Witch/Familiar pair.


Where the Cracks Form | @jupiterjames
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 26,918
Tags:  Witch Castiel, Creature Dean, Familiar Dean, Urban Magic, Mental bonds, soul bonds, Falling In Love, low angst, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex
Summary: Centuries ago, Earth was ruled by magic. Witches and their otherworldly familiars wandered freely, channeling the magic and sending it out, and through, nature. But as everything on Earth, there is an ebb and flow. Over time, magic, and magic users have disappeared to become myths. However, the cycle is returning. Witches are coming back in larger numbers in these modern times to control the energy before it spirals out of control and creates havoc. Castiel Novak, CPA, is a witch. Then again, he doesn’t believe in witches, magic, or the supernatural. Enter Dean Winchester, familiar, who is thrown from his plane of existence to Earth, charged with being Castiel’s familiar. His job, to establish a bond with his human, to help Castiel channel his magic. But first he must convince the disbelieving human to accept his fate before they both die from its disuse.

With All My Heart - Part 12

Word Count: 3635

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for beta’ing 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism always appreciated

With All My Heart Masterlist


Over the next few weeks, Jared, your dad, and Jensen gradually moved all your stuff into Jensen’s house. Your mother made her peace with Jensen, just as you’d expected. She apologized for attacking him and they hugged it out. Now Jensen was her new favorite person, especially with how well he’d been taking care of you.

Days that weren’t spent moving were spent together trying to make every moment count. You’d been to several doctor’s appointments together, each one giving you great news every single time. You were making great progress, some would say better than expected. Most of your time was spent together either working on Jensen’s brewery, watching the sunset on the boat, dinner with Emma, her boy of the week, Jared, and Gen, or cuddling in bed or on the couch together. It didn’t really matter to you what you were doing as long as you were spending time together.

Now that shooting had resumed and Jensen was gone so much, the days felt like they were going on forever. Since you were healing and able now, you’d taken back manager duties from home to give you something to do. Begrudgingly, Jensen gave you the added task of doing paperwork for the brewery to keep you busy. You’d offered several times. He had refused. You begged. Jared came to bat for you, saying it was only logical, considering you’d be the one doing the purchasing of the beer for San Jac anyway, so you might as well just do all the paperwork. Bless Jared Padalecki and his logic for saving your sanity.

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Nct 127 visiting their s/o's country

Request: Can i reaction a nct reaction (especially 127) about them dating a foreigner and she asks them for the summer holidays to visit her country?? Thank youuu

A/N: since you didn’t give a specific unit i’ll just do the 127 unit! do request again if you want other members/units hehe

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Taeil:

Would be more fascinated at your house rather than your country tbh. Would also probably stay at home with you for a few days rather than visiting places because he prefers spending time with you alone. But once you start whining and begging him to go visit other places though (your favourite restaurants, places etc.), he’d agree full heartedly and would also probably take many pictures so he can save them as memories.

Originally posted by taeiljaeh

Johnny:

Was probably the one who suggested to go visit, because he’s excited and curious to see the environment you grew up in and he wants to visit new places so he suggested it. Is prepared to spend the whole day out with you just visitinh different places and famous places, and would probably also ask you to do cliche and cringy poses for pictures together with him.

“I heard this place is really wonderful and famous *points to your house*”

“And where did you hear that from?”

“I just knew, because it helped to bring up such a beautiful person *winks*”

“Stop omg-”

Originally posted by pawjohnny

Taeyong:

Would probably jump around excitedly from the moment y'all landed at the airport, and would also ask you to bring him to somewhere with good food. Loves taking random selfies and photos of the both of you, and would also compliment everything about your country like 24/7.

Never fails to tidy up your house and room every morning ever since you brought him there to stay, because he claims that ‘it was too messy’ when everything was in place (at least for you).

Originally posted by taeyongsolo

Yuta:

Like Taeil, but extremely lazy. Both of you probably spent half the vacation hugging and cuddling in your house rather than actually going out to visit places. Mainly because he wants to spend more time with you, and he also wants to use it as an excuse to come back again with you, “because we didn’t get to do much”

But when y'all go out to visit and go sightseeing though, he takes every moment to snao pictures and would also compliment on how beautiful everything is, just like you.

pretend you’re winwin

Originally posted by haechanz

Doyoung:

Really excited over it but doesn’t show it, but would get shocked and amazed by how different everything was there as compared to Korea. Unlike Yuta, he’d be the one dragging you out to bring him around, asking you to show and explain things to him as he loves learning new things. Would probably also try to learn your language and interact with the people there, who’d laugh at his awkward accent every single time.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun:

A mix of Doyoung and Taeil tbh, some days he just wants to cuddle with you and spend time alone in your house, and the others, he’d be all excited and hyped up to go visiting your favourite places.

Has a small little to-do list with you and wants to complete every single one before y'all go back, some includes: meet her parents, visit her favourite cafe, go shopping and buy her clothes

Originally posted by l-sj

WinWin:

Is happy and excited over the fact that he’s visiting your country with you, and tries to spend every minute wisely with you. Doesn’t say much as he loves everything that you suggest y'all do, and he’s more than happy that he’s able to spend quality time back at your home country.

“I’m happy that you’re happy”

“Aw babe, love you. Next holidays we’ll go China together alrights?”

“ Of course, love you too”

Originally posted by nctlimit

Mark:

Really excited and happy too, and would also ask you to bring him to your favourites places-which then also becomes his favourites too. Would probably be fascinated and amazed by everything around him too, and takes pictures too, as a form of memory.

Is also very happy being with you and does whatever you call him to do. All he wants is for the both of you is to have a short break since it’s the holidays.

“Oh my goodness, even the chocolate tastes different here”

“Mark… We have that brand back in Canada & Korea too… What do you mean?”

“O-Oh, yeah sorry, my bad *starts giggling*”

Originally posted by ten-ie

Haechan:

Small little excited bun!! Probably looked up on all the places he wanted to visit and already joted it down on a small notebook, including the things he wants to do with you. Once y'all landed, he’d just jump and run around excitedly while holding your hand, exclaiming loudly, “I’m in my girlfriend’s hometown!!! Yay!!!”

Would also try to learn your language, and would purposely make a funny accent so that he can make you laugh. Doesn’t show it but he’s really happy that you’re finally back home, and with him. Would randomly hug you and give you small pecks, “Thank you for bringing me here”

Originally posted by markdon-nct

You don´t listen // Montgomery de la Cruz

A/N: I´m from Germany so I have no idea how the schools in America are like. 


It was a week ago that you last had spoken to Montgomery. The last time was at the party of Bryce Walker. You were so drunk, that he had to drive you home and walk you to your front door. And that´s when you did something you regretted. You kissed him, you kissed him in your drunken state, but the worst part was that he pushed you away. He didn’t even want to kiss you and it hurts. The problem was that you had a crush on that brown haired boy with freckles, but since that night you couldn´t look at him, you were too embarrassed.
You were walking through the hallways of Liberty High, making your way to communication class. You sat down in your usual seat in the classroom. You were the first on in class so you pulled out your phone, answering texts from Jessica and Sheri. “Hey Y/N, how are you?” You looked up and saw Sheri standing in front of you. “Hey Sheri, I´m good and you?” You greeted her with a small smile. “Good, I never thought I would see you here today?” She exhaled with a small smile. “What do you mean?” You tried to sound confused, but of course you knew what she meant. This was the only class you and Montgomery had together and to avoid him you skipped it. “You skipped this class for almost a week.” She said and you rolled your eyes. “Well, I´m here now.” You answered and she nodded, sitting down in front of you and started conservation about something that happened during cheerleader practice. People started to gather in and with them also Montgomery and Bryce; of course they had to sit down on our table. “Hello Lady´s.” Bryce greeted you smirking. Sheri greeted him with a short hello while you just nodded. “Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while, you look good.” Bryce shoots you a smirk, winking at you. “Thanks Bryce.” You said and rolled your eyes. You sighed in relief when Mrs. Bradley came through the door and began her lesson.
For the rest of the class you scribbled in your text book, avoiding every glance Montgomery shoots you. After the bell rang you almost stormed out of the class room, making your way to the library, the only quiet place and also the best one to avoid Monty. “Y/N, wait a minute.” You heard Montgomery shout after you and you quickened your pace. He turned you toward him and looked at you confused. “What?” you snapped pushing his hand off of your shoulder. “You have been avoiding me.” He simply stated and you rolled your eyes. “I have not and now excuse me I still have an essay to write.” You tried to walk away from him but he stopped you again. “Is it because of what happened at your porch last week?” he asked and you took in a sharp breath. You shook your head no, avoiding his gaze. “Come on, Y/N/N, look at me.” He whispered and grabbed you hand, squeezing it slightly. “Stop Monty.” You said and pulled your hand out of his grab. “Stop being nice. That makes hating you a lot harder.” You whispered and you knew it was childish but it was your way to protect yourself. “You hate me, but kissed me?” he asked clearly amused. “God, I take everything back. You´re an asshole.” You mumbled more to yourself and walked away from him, not only hurt and embarrassed but also pissed. “Come on, Y/N/N, it was only a joke.” You shook your head, tears starting to well up.


You sat in the library trying to focus on your essay. But every time you tried to form sentences your thoughts to that arrogant jock. Maybe it was your own fault. When you didn’t kissed him and controlled your emotion, you wouldn´t be in this situation. You could no longer pretend to see him just like a friend, like you didn’t fall for him.
Your phone, what was lying next to your text book, began to vibrate. You looked down and saw that it was Sheri, asking you if you want to go get a coffee with her after cheerleader practice. You told her that you will wait for her at the parking lot. After half an hour later you made your way into gym deciding to wait on the bleachers for Sheri.
When you stepped into the gym Sheri instantly spotted you. “Hey Y/N” she greeted you with a big smile and waved at you. Your gaze wandered around the gym and you spotted Montgomery. You thought about leaving again, but decided against it; it would look stupid and childish. So you sat down on the bleachers, pulling the book you were recently reading out of your school purse. You tried to focus on the words written in your book, but your eyes always wandered toward Monty. To say he look good in his baseball shirt and sweatpants was an understatement. You noticed that you began to bit your lips and instantly stopped, turning your attention back to your book.
“Hey Y/N, do you wanna play with my bat?” Bryce shouted flirty at you and the rest of the boys began to laugh; except for one jock who shoot daggers toward Bryce, what you didn’t noticed. “I think you couldn´t handle my swing, Bryce.” You shouted back, with a fake smile on your lips. The boys behind Byrce laughed and with them the Monty. But Bryce wouldn´t give up and walked toward you. “Well, but I can try. I could skip the rest of practice and we could go over to my house.” He leaned on his baseball bat smirking and winked. “In your dreams, Walker.” You looked back down at your book, feeling uncomfortable that the whole gym is watching the scene. “But we could make this dream come truth.” He smirked up at you and you sighed. “Stop talking before I throw up.” You shoot him another fake smile, hoping he would finally stop. He lifts his hands in defense and turned around, going back to his friends and continue practice. Your eyes meet Monty´s and he shoots you small smile.


You lay on your bed finally finishing your essay that was due in two days. A knock on your door tear you from your essay and in your doorway stand your mother a smile on her lips. “What is it, Mum?” you asked, returning the smile. “Well, there is this good looking boy standing in our living room, asking to see you.” She simply stated and you raised your eyebrows surprised. “Wait, what good looking boy?” you asked her confused, sitting straight up in bed. “You know the one with freckles. He says his name is Montgomery.” She answered and you let out a sigh. You got up and walked behind your mother downstairs. Midway down the stairs you stopped, looking at Monty with a frown on your face. He was talking to your father and they seem to get along, normally your father hates every male that comes near you. “What are you doing here?” you asked from your spot on the stairs and Montgomery turned around, a nervous look on his face. “Uhm, I wanted to talk to you.” He said and shoots you an even more nervous smile. “Are you two together? I mean is he your boyfriend?” asked your father and looked at you delightful. “No dad, we are not together.” You look at your father who held now a slight disappointed look. “Come Monty, we´re going to my room.” You said and began to walk upstairs again, hearing him sprinting toward you. “Keep the doors open you two.” Your mother shouted after Monty and you. “God, Mom stop.” You mumbled, but by her snickering you knew she heard you.

Montgomery stands in the middle of your room, looking at your pictures and the books in your bookshelf. “You have a lot of books.” Montgomery mumbled scanning through your books. “So that´s what you wanted to talk about?” you asked amused, standing next him after closing the door. “No, of course not.” He said, finally turning toward you. “So that night when you kissed me, I pushed you away, not because I didn’t want to kiss you but because you were drunk. I doesn´t want to take advantage of your drunken state.” He said and you laughed sarcastically, which earned you a confused look from Montgomery. “You don’t have to say this so I feel better. It´s ok. You didn’t want to kiss me, it was my fault that my feelings overwhelmed me, so no need to feel bad.” you rambled looking at your hands. “Like always you don’t listen. I want to kiss you since middle school, but you were drunk and I wasn’t sure you really wanted to kiss me, so I pushed you away.” Your head immediately shoot up when his words had sunken in. “You want to kiss me since middle school?” you asked surprised, a small smile forming on your lips. “Well, yeah. Your lips look really kissable.” He mumbled and you chuckled at his words. “Same goes to you, I guess.” You whispered smiling at him. “Why didn’t you kiss me, when you wanted to do it since middle school?” you asked amused, lifting an eyebrow playfully and he rolled his eyes. “We´re friends and I didn’t want to ruin it. You´re one of the few people who put up with my bullshit.” He whispered taking a step toward you. “Yeah, you can count yourself lucky, de la Cruz.” You smiled at him, also taking a step forward. He hummed approvingly, his hands wandering to your hips, pulling your slowly closer to him, while your hands rested on his triceps, making their way to his shoulders and then to his neck. Before you could make another remark his lips were pressed against yours. You pulled him closer by his neck, enjoying the kiss. It was better than that night. He gingerly bites down on your bottom lip, which elicited a moan from you. Monty used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, while he pulled you closer by your hips, your hands tugging slightly at his hair. When someone cleared their throat you broke away, panting slightly. You looked at your mother, who held an uncomfortable smile on her lips. “Yes mom?” you asked; your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment. “I, uhm, just wanted to bring you kids something to drink and a snack.” She mumbled, putting the tablet down on your desk. After making her way back to the door she looked at you with a smile on her face. “So you´re sure he´s not your boyfriend?” she asked and you groaned in annoyance. “Bye mum.” You said and pushed her out of the door, closing it behind her. “That was awkward.” You said laughing. Monty nodded and walked toward you, pulling in another kiss. This was one was much shorter, but not less sweet. Monty pulled away, too early for your liking, smiling down at you. He leaned his forehead against yours before asking: “So, tomorrow Monet´s after school?”

JEALOUSY // masterlist


Request: hello! first of all, i wanted to say that i LOVE your writing !! i know this request is super lame, but i’d love to read something about kylo getting jealous and then i dont know you can choose the ending sbdj thank you so much, hope you have a lovely day :-) + Ok but imagine that you and Kylo are just starting out in your relationship so when he sees another officer flirting with you, he goes ballistic.

A/N: Thank you to the two who requested these! Sorry it took so long but here it is! Thought I’d do two requests in one since they’re quite similiar. This is more, I guess you could say, ‘romantic’ than angsty or fluffy as most of my fics are…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.8K+


Being in a relationship was something Kylo Ren never had thought of, not with the life he had of constantly living in a state of fear or anger. Having a significant other was, in his mind, useless. There was no need to have to worry about someone else when it was enough to worry about himself, specially when he’d have to open up to them. It was enough that his self esteem plummeted even more–if it were possible–after the battle on Starkiller. There was no way the man could find himself wanting to be with someone.

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The Sedative with A Seducing Side-Affect

Request: “Hello bean! Can I request a Kylo thing where reader is a First Order medic? Maybe Kylo is injured during one of his missions and she has to visit his private living quarters to patch him up. Bonus points if she tries to remain professional with a sedated, out of his mind shirtless Commander Ren flirting with her.”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of needles and blood

“Why does it have to be me?” You whined for the third time. Your supervisor only continued to push you out the door, his forehead permanently wrinkled from receiving all your complaints.

“Because,” he huffed as you finally made it to the exit of the med bay, “you’re the only one who isn’t afraid of him.”

“But Kirylla does his checks ups, doesn’t she?” You couldn’t help but be insistent on not being the one to tend to the Commander. The last time you had, it had ended with you accidentally giving him the wrong medication in your flustered state. Having been his usual doctor for an entire year, you decided to hand over the task to a younger nurse who needed more training.

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