what if someone is watching their t.v

Ask me Questions
1. Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid.
2. What was your favorite musical group when you were a kid?
3. When was the first time that you had alcohol?
4. What is your worst dating experience?
5. What is the craziest thing you have ever done?
6. Name one thing that not many people know about you.
7. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
8. Do you have any phobias?
9. Name three countries you would like to visit.
10. If your house was on fire and you could grab only 3 things before leaving, what would they be?
11. Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
12. Do you believe in the paranormal?
13. What would be your dream job? 

14. If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be?
15. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
16. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
17. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
18. What crazy activities do you dream of trying someday?

19. If you could go on a road trip with any person (dead or alive), who would you choose and where would you go?
20. Any tattoos or pierced body parts?
21. What’s your favorite color?
22. What is your favorite flower?
23. What is on your bedside table?
24. What was your best Halloween costume for Halloween?
25. If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be?
26. Are you a morning or night person?
27. Name a singer whose voice you can’t stand.
28. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
29. What do you remember about your high school prom?
30. What’s your favorite holiday?
31. Have you ever been mentioned in a newspaper?
32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping or streaking?
33. What body part do you get caught staring at?
34. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
35. What is your most treasured possession?
36. Adult Beverage of choice?
37. What is your favorite food?
38. Can you fake any accents?
39. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
40. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances?
41. If you had to live under the sea what kind of an animal would you be?
42. Most hated chore on the household chore list?
43. In life who has had the most influence on you?
44. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
45. If you could be one kind of beer which one would you be and why?
46. What extremely difficult life situation have you overcome and how did you do it?
47. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
48. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
49. If you could change the world what would you do?
50. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult
51. Which would you rather have, $50,000 or true love?
52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53. What song always makes you happy when you hear it?
54. Who’s the funniest person you know?
55. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
56. How big is your bed?
57. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
58. What’s the first thing you thought about this morning?
59. Are you afraid of the dark?
60. 3 things you cannot live without?
61. Favorite song?
62. Are you a giver or a taker?
63. Virgin or not?
64. Are you very sarcastic?
65. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
66. Which you favorite icecream flavor?
67. What was the last drink you drank?
68. Do you prefer hugs or kisses?
69. Have you ever gone cow-tipping?
70. Do you like to sing in the shower?
71. What’s your favorite midnight snack?
72. Whats your favorite movie?
73. Have you ever gambled at a casino?
74. Have you thrown up in a car?
75. Do you scream on roller coasters?
76. When did you go to your first funeral?
77. Where did you go on your first airplane ride?
78. Whats your favorite season?
79. Who was your imaginary friend?
80. Date someone older or younger?
81. If you don’t know the words to a song do you improvise?
82. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
83. What turns you off about the opposite sex?
84. What scares you the most and why?
85. What do you do in your free time?
86. Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful?
87. Tell me about something you really regret?
88. Tell me about your favorite book, magazine or comic?
89. Something or someone you miss the most from childhood?
90. Your best friend dies, what would you do?
91. What is your zodiac sign?
92. Name a couple of T.V. shows you watch a lot?
93. Name a movie or movies you can watch over and over?
94. Would you ever go skinny dipping?
95. Have you been told you can sing well more than once?
96. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had?
97. What were you doing the last time you really had a good laugh?
98. What is your happiest childhood memory?
99. If you could take a one month trip anywhere and money was not a consideration, where would you go?
100. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?
Birthday Wishes

Alright alright alright! Here is my entry for the lovely @splendidcas‘s birthday challenge! Shannon, Happy belated Birthday! You are one of the BIGGEST reasons why I decided to create this little blog of mine. I think you were actually the first SPN author I ever read. One Cas fan fiction and I was yours, haha. You deserve the best, dear. I hope your birthday was just as amazing as you are! (I would insert a kissy-heart emoji here, but I can’t haha!)

Birthday Wishes

Reader x Team Free Will

Prompt:  “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life”

Warnings: Language and slight angst.

Word Count: 2440

Originally posted by yourockmoose

The light was seeping through the windows, cascading across your face. You squinted your eyes shut further to try and keep the light from shining into your eyes. When your feeble attempt failed, you tossed an arm over your eyes. It wasn’t often that you got to sleep in so naturally you were trying to make the most of it while you could. The only thing that you knew would help you sleep was your boyfriend, Castiel. However, the angel was on business in Heaven, and you had no idea when he would be returning.

Before long, just as you were starting to drift back into slumber, you heard a door slamming out in the hallway. You tried to suppress your irritated groan, but instead, the strangled cry escaped your lips. You took your other pillow and threw it over your head as you pleaded with yourself to just stay asleep. Didn’t these fuckers know it was your birthday?

All you had talked about the past two weeks, the only thing of importance that had left your lips, was the simple fact that all you wanted to do was sleep in on your birthday. You didn’t think that it was too terribly much to ask of the two men and then angel that lived in the bunker. After all you were practically a live in maid–not to mention a hunting partner.

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Usually- Peter Hale

Day 20 of the 25 Days of Fics!

You usually hated parties, but New Year’s Eve parties were by far the worst. Everyone was buzzed the moment they arrived at the party, and only got worse. Every single person you ran into asked what your resolution was, and then drunkenly told you that theirs was to work out.

You didn’t know why you let your friend, Derek, convince you to come to the party. Usually, you spent New Year’s Eve in your apartment with a bottle of wine, and were in bed by ten at the latest. Every single member of Derek’s pack had already come up and tried to get you to either take a shot or dance. You didn’t need any help getting drunk. You had nearly down two bottles of wine before you came over to the Hale’s apartment.

You referred to it as the Hale’s apartment, and not Derek’s apartment because he lived here with his uncle, Peter, but you had never seen him. However, every one seemed to turn up their nose when he was mention, or not mention him at all. In all honesty, you were jealous of the fact that no one missed him. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said, walking up towards you. You raised your eyebrows in greeting as you took a drink from your cold glass. 


“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked. You forced a smile and he chuckled just slightly. “Well I’m glad you actually came, unlike my uncle Peter. I asked him to come down, but he’s locked himself in his bedroom.”

“Ah, to be Peter,” you said, clinking your glass against Derek’s. He laughed and took a drink of his as someone cleared their throat from behind you both. You turned around slightly, and saw a man older than Derek standing behind you with a disapproving look on his face. 

“Who’s talking about me?” he asked, grabbing a beer off of the table, walking so that he was standing in between you and Derek.

“We are,” Derek said plainly.

“Well, I see you have the privilege of knowing my name, but I don’t know yours,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it reluctantly.


“Oh, right. Derek talks about you all the time.” You smiled and Derek rolled his eyes. 

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Derek said, walking away. You laughed and downed the rest of your drink. If there was something you hated more than parties, meeting new people was definitely one of them.

“I thought you were staying up in your room,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you and you blushed. Derek had failed to mention how incredibly hot his uncle was. He did say that he was manipulative and diabolical, but you were sure that was just artistic exaggeration. 

“Well, I would have, but it’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh, so you’ve come down here to watch the masses freak out for a few minutes, and then go back to their regular drunk selves they were last year?” He chuckled and nodded.

“Precisely. I would have been down earlier but Derek didn’t say there would be any gorgeous women down here.” He looked you up and down as he said that, and usually that would make you sick. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the New Year’s buzz, but the way he was looking at you actually made you feel more attracted to him.

“Well, if we’re going to watch everyone else make one, I should ask you. What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

“Hmm,” Peter said, tilting his head. He thought about it for a moment before the idea came to him and he held out a hand as if he was about to proclaim, ‘Ureka!’

“What?” you asked.

“My resolution is to never come to one of my nephew’s parties again.” You smirked. 

“I’ll drink to that,” you said, knocking your glass against his bottle. You both took a healthy swig, still surveying the room.

“Alright, I showed you mine, now show me yours,” he said. Looking up at him bewildered, Peter laughed. “Tell me your resolution.

“Oh, well, I usually don’t tell people what my actual one is.”

“Wait,” he said, leaning against the bar casually. “You’re telling me that you actually make a resolution.”

“Hey, I’m against stupid partying and listening to everyone bitch about how they’re gonna become new people, but I’m all for renewing yourself.”

“I’m not sure I see the difference, but spill,” he said.

“Why should I tell you what my actual one is?”

“Because I’m the only other person here who agrees with your beliefs. And you’re bored,” he said with a shrug. You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Fine. Well, I’ve been telling people that I’m finally going to pursue my career becoming a professional ceramic artist.” Peter laughed and squinted up his eyes in such a cute way that you forgot what you were telling him. “But my real resolution is to leave this town.”

“Really?” Peter asked, looking at you in shock. “Why?”

“There’s nothing left for me in this town,” you said with a shrug.

“That’s not necessarily true,” he muttered. You smiled again and took another drink. Usually when you talked to someone you didn’t know very well, you took a drink nearly every minute. But with Peter, you found yourself taking less and less drinks. As you took your drink, though, you watched as everyone started crowding around the t.v. Looking down at your watch, you saw that it was two minutes from midnight.

“Here we go,” you said. Peter chuckled. 

“Oh this is my favorite part,” he said, leaning in closer so that your shoulders were touching. “Watch. If you look around the room, you’ll watch everyone look for their designated kissing partner.” Laughing, you looked around and watched everyone glance around the room nervously until their eyes locked with their person. 

“Very perceptive.” He smirked and you noticed that you were still touching shoulders. Looking for a little bit more courage, you finished the rest of your drink. “So where’s your designated kissing partner?” you asked. He looked down at you and you could have sworn you saw him smile slightly.

“I never have one.”

“Usually, I don’t either. But we’re both here and I’m a little drunk. So,” you said, taking a deep breath as Peter watched you with a crooked grin. “Do you want to make out with me in thirty five seconds?” Peter laughed.

“Very much.” He set down his beer and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, making you laugh. You sat down your glass, too and looked over at the t.v. and saw everyone starting to countdown.

“Usually I don’t count down either,” you said as Peter took one of your hands in his.

“Me either,” he said. 

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,” you chanted together, drawing closer at every number until your lips finally connected. You couldn’t tell yet if the alcohol had anything to do with it, but the instant your lips connected you felt a spark between you and Peter. You could have sworn that Peter felt it too because he moaned a little at the exact moment and pulled you in closer. His hands started moving through your locks of hair as he backed you up a little. Luckily, everyone else was still kissing so they didn’t see you walk towards the stairs.

“I don’t usually do this,” he said, stopping just before the stairs.

“Me either,” you said. He let out a breath and leaned in to kiss you once more. You took his hand in yours and led him upstairs. You knew where Derek’s room was, so you assumed the other one was Peter’s. Pushing open the door, you walked over to the bed and fell down on it with him. “Well, new year, new me, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said, kissing you passionately as cheering continued from downstairs.

Red Hood X Reader- Partners

A woman was walking home alone after a long day at work. Usually she would work until 4:00, but someone didn’t show up for their shift at work.  She didn’t mind filling in for her co-worker, and didn’t think about the dangers of Gotham’s streets at night.  Gotham had its heroes and they would protect her. Right?  Batman and Robin would be there to save her from the crooks that would attempt to steal her purse or worse.  Of course they will not always be there to save a random civilian like herself.  She was too busy thinking about all of those horrible things to notice that her fears will catch up to her pretty soon.  The woman was only a block away from her apartment when she was pulled into the dark alleyway she was passing.  Luckily this woman was not you.

“Give me all ya got, lady,” the crook sneered while holding up a knife to her throat.

“You know,” you spoke up, “there’s a reason why people get a job and I guess you didn’t get the memo.”

The crook looked around and saw no one in the abandoned alley.  

“Up here, dumbass,” you shouted before shooting him in the shoulder.

He shouted in pain and dropped the knife.  A smirk crawled its way on your face as you jumped down from the fire escape.  

“Go home,” you said to the woman,” you’re safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, miss.”

She nodded and continued her journey to her apartment at a faster pace.  You looked over to the piece of filth you wasted a bullet on and dug your heel into the bullet wound.  Once again, he shouted in pain.

“Who are you?!” he yelled.

“I think that’s a bit cliché don’t you think?” you asked.

You knocked him out with the butt of your gun and handcuffed him next to a dumpster.  After that you made an anonymous tip to the cops.  You knew that the cops would be there in about five to ten minutes tonight, so you decided to book it before they arrive.  Isn’t that what Batman does?  You chuckle at that. You grapple to the top of a building and continue your patrol.

“You know it’s rude to follow people,” you said while turning around.

You heard a string of curse words before the ‘Red Hood’ emerges from the shadows.  Dramatic much?

“It’s nice to see you, Red,” you said.

“Nice to see you too, Angel,” he responded.

“The name sounds less intimidating if you say it like that.  I chose ‘Archangel’ for a reason,” you said and added with a deep voice, “to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies.”

He laughed and sat at the edge of the building.  You usually avoid Batman, but you love to hang around this guy.  He first ran into you about a year ago while you were storming an abandoned warehouse where a huge arms deal was going down.  You both sure messed up those criminals’ day and have been partners ever since. You joined him at the edge and began swaying your feet.

“Find anything interesting tonight?” you asked.

“Just the usual purse nappers,” he responded.

“And how’s Batsy? Still have family issues?” you asked.

“He’s still alive and he’s got a kid now.”

“He adopted another one?”


“That’s new,” you said,” Who’s the kid?”

“A pain in the ass.  He was trained by the League his whole life and was dumped here by his mother,” he explained.

You remained quiet after that statement.  You knew about his past and he knew about yours.  Your parents ditched you at an orphanage right after you were born. When you were ten the orphanage became a slaughter house.  You were one of the lucky few that survived the onslaught.  Ever since then you vowed to stop whatever evil you could.  Classic backstory right?

“And Bats wants to meet you.”

You choked on your spit for a second and looked at him like a deer in head lights.

“He wants to what?”

“I let it slip that I was seeing someone and Dick wouldn’t leave me alone about it.”

“Great.  Now I have to reveal my secret identity to the whole Bat family. Thanks Jason.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You owe me,” you said.

“Back massage and we binge watch your favorite T.V. show with all of the junk food you want,” he offered.


Seriously Annoyed

Based off this ->: XXX

Word Count: 850+ (relatively short, I know)

Warnings: None

“No! No! No-please don’t!”

Jim bounded up the stairs to his flat as he heard you cry out. Fear coursed through his veins, fear that just maybe someone had found out where he lived and was threatening you, to get to him! He slammed his fist on one of the many ‘distress’ buttons lying around the entire building. It would send out a signal to Sebastian to get his gear and get ready for a killing. Jim had just gotten back from 'playing’ with Sherlock when he heard you. It took him only a second to pull out his keys and get the door unlocked.

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Off-Limits Pt. 2

Off-Limits Part Two

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst

Tags: @skyfullofharrystyles @potterhead7656 @crazybarnes 

Part One

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

In all honesty, Bucky shouldn’t have even told Steve about what happened in the gym. He was overly excited and needed to let someone know that a girl found him enticing despite the metal arm.

But, Steve viewed the interaction a completely different way.

“Bucky, I’m not joking. Stay away from her.” Steve scolds, running his finger through his hair. “It’s one thing to let her flirt with you, but to flirt back is a whole other kind of death wish.”

Bucky takes a bite of his steak, leaning back in the seat. “I’m not flirting back. I’m going to lose my mind if I have to stay away from her any longer.”

“And you’ll lose your job if you don’t!” Steve snaps, nodding his head to the hallway where Y/N’s room was. “She’s too young, anyways.”

Steve wants Bucky to be happy, he absolutely does. He just doesn’t want Bucky’s happiness to be ripped away by the hands of Tony Stark.

“Well, how old is she?” Bucky questions, praying he didn’t let a minor sit on his junk three days ago. Three long days without seeing Y/N’s seductive smirk was taking it’s toll on Bucky’s demeanor. 

Steve sighs, leaning back against the counter. “She’s 24. She’s Tony’s only child, he will literally shoot you if he finds out what happened in the gym.”

Steve’s only trying to warn Bucky, to maybe change his mind. He doesn’t want Bucky to fall into a hole he can’t dig himself out of. Steve knows Y/N, he knows she’s one of the nicest people around, but he also knows she isn’t to be messed with in any way.

“What are we talking about?” Natasha asks as she walks into the kitchen. She grabs an apple, taking a bite out of it before sitting next to Bucky and waiting for an answer.

“Bucky likes Y/N.” Steve blurts, causing Nat to almost choke on her apple. The red head looks at Bucky with large eyes, shaking her head only slightly. 

She swallows, looking to Steve. “She is an amazingly pretty girl, she’s enticing and kind but you are to stay away from her. Do you understand me? You will get kicked out of the avengers is Tony finds out. Clint almost did when he first met her.”

Bucky groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Look,” Natasha says, turning to look at Bucky. “That girl is my favorite thing in this entire world. I want her to be happy more than anything else. You’re not the right guy for her, she’s not the right girl for you. Just forget about her.”

“Forget about who?” Y/N says, walking into the kitchen with extended arms. Steve smiles at her, opening his arms to accommodate the hug she wanted. She peers around, waiting for someone to speak.

“Bucky remembered some girl from his past. We think it’s better to forget about her.” Steve covers, placing an arm on her shoulder. 

Bucky feels a twinge of jealousy that Steve got to openly hold her that way. He wanted to be the one to hold her and kiss her and do everything else a boyfriend should do.

Y/N nods, looking to Bucky. “So, what are you guys doing today besides training and eating high carb foods?” She chuckles at Bucky’s plate, moving out of Steve’s grip.

“I’m going out with Sam later, I think. I would invite you for drinks but if I got you drunk your dad would kill me.” Steve snickers, pushing her shoulder only slightly.

Natasha rolls her eyes. “She’s old enough to get drunk if she wants to. Listen baby, we’ll go out friday and go drinking, okay?” 

Y/N smirks and nods, thanking Nat. “So, Bucky, what are you doing today?” She finally asks, jumping to sit on the counter. 

“Um, nothing. I already went to the gym so I was going to watch some T.V for the rest of the day.” Bucky answers honestly, taking another bite of the steak on his plate. 

“Perfect, you can come shopping with me. I need someone to hold the bags and you need some new shirts.” She says, pointing to the stained material hugging Bucky’s chest. 

“I don’t kno-”

“Be ready in half an hour, okay?” Y/N says, turning and walking out of the kitchen.

Bucky catches Steve’s warning glare when his eyes move away from Y/N’s hips. “Bucky, I’m not joking. Nothing is to happen between you two.” Steve scolds, pointing his finger accusingly at Bucky.

“What about this one?” Y/N hums, walking out of her changing room. She’s in a floor length fitted gown, sleeveless with a large slit up her thigh. “I feel like it’s too dressy but I also don’t want to be underdressed for my own coming home party.”

Bucky nods, surveying her body. “I like it.”

She sighs, pushing some fallen hair from her cheek. “You said that about the last three dresses. I need your honest opinions, Bucky! Tell me if something makes me look bad, or the cut is weird or even if my boobs look horrific. Just be honest.”

His eyes look back down the tight black material, his teeth gnawing into his lip as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Honestly, if you wear that dress I’m sure you’ll turn many heads. You look great.”

Bucky’s words send a smile to her face, her pink lips curling up at the sides. “Is it too booby, though? I mean I want to show some cleavage but I don’t want to be spilling from the dress.” Y/N pouts at her reflection, her hands smoothing down the sides of her dress.

“You look beautiful.” Bucky says in a hushed voice, watching the tips of her ears heat up.

She twirls to look at the back, the curve of her ass popping out distinctively. Bucky can’t help when his eyes drift to her full bum, his mind wondering to dirty thoughts he knows Steve would reprimand him for.

Shaking it off, Bucky looks at the low dip of the back and her exposed shoulders. 

“Alright, I think I’ll get this one.” Y/N announces, moving back to the dressing room before shutting the door behind her. Bucky stretches out, his muscles feeling extremely tense after seeing her in so many gorgeous outfits.

He can’t get the image of the swell of her breasts pushing up against the tight dress out of his head.

He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about Y/N in the way he is, but fuck, he just wants to bend her over and ravish her until her thighs quake. He’s not even sure why he feels so compelled to be near her all the time, she’s just so alluring that Bucky can’t resist.

“Hey, Bucky?” She calls through the door, cracking it open just enough to pop her head through. She smiles widely, almost innocent like. “I can’t get the zipper. Can you help me?”

Bucky stutters for a moment before his mind eases him into the idea that he’s only unzipping it, not taking it off her. “Um, yeah.”

She moves from the doorframe, allowing Bucky space to walk in. He spots her clothes kicked to the side of the room, her bra thrown carelessly across the bench in the room. She holds her hair up, looking at him from over her shoulder as he inches closer.

Bucky’s chest is only mere inches from her back, his hands slightly shaking as he lifts them. He grabs hold of the small zipper, pulling it slowly down her back.

He can feel his fingers brushing against the rough fabric before touching her smooth skin, the contrast sending sparks through Bucky’s body. He doesn’t realize how long the zipper is until he’s reached the curve of her ass. 

She has one hand across her chest, holding the material up while the other is thrown in her hair. Bucky can’t keep his eyes off the sliver of skin peaking out between the split zipper. 

He thinks about how smooth the slope of her back would be as he ran his hand from there to her ass. His tongue peaks out to wet his lips before he’s snapped out of his thoughts by Y/N turning around to face him.

“Thank you, Bucky.” Her voice is low and sultry, almost teasing Bucky for his flushed cheeks. One of her hands reaches forwards and she runs her fingernails across the expanse of his covered abs. “You know, if you want to kiss me, you can.”

“I don’t think your father would like that.” Bucky chokes, watching her teeth chew at her enticing bottom lip. She looks up at him through her lashes, tilting her head slightly.

She pouts out her bottom lip, feeling the ridges of muscles under his shirt. “Well correct me if I’m wrong, but my father isn’t here right now. I don’t think he’s going to find out.” She hums, moving a step closer to Bucky.

He can feel his pants tightening at her seductive touch, her fingers running along the line of his belt. She licks her lips, stepping closer so their chests are pressed together. 

She removes her hand from her dress, allowing Bucky’s chest to hold the material up if he chooses to. Her hands climb Bucky’s shudders, ending up in his hair as they twirl strands of his thick locks.

He can’t help but look down at her cleavage, her breasts pressed against his chest. “I mean, unless you don’t want to kiss me.” She sighs, her eyes sparkling. “But I don’t think that’s the case, is it?”

Bucky shakes his head, his breath caught in his throat. “I wanna kiss you.” He mumbles, his hands finding her hips. He squeezes his fingers, furrowing his brows.

She smirks up at him.

“Excuse me, Miss? Does everything fit alright?” The sales rep knocks, interrupting the intimate situation happening inside. Bucky wants to groan and curse the lady, but Y/N simply hushes him.

“Everything’s great. I’ll be out in a minute.” She replies, moving away from Bucky’s wanting body.

“Bucky, what the shit? I specifically told you not to do anything with her!” Steve yells, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. 

Bucky shrugs from his place on the couch, a beer pressed to his lips. “If you felt how soft her skin is, you would’ve done the same thing I did. Plus I didn’t do anything with her, calm down.”

Steve nearly knocks the bottle from Bucky’s hands. “You didn’t do anything, but you sure as hell wanted to. Whats going to happen next time, are you going to pray for an interruption or -”

“I would never pray for an interruption when it comes to her.” Bucky chides with a smirk, kicking his feet up on the table. 

“Bucky, this is serious business we’re talking about. You need to stay away from her. Let’s go out friday for drinks, you’ll meet some girl there who can get your mind off Y/N.” Steve suggests.

Bucky shrugs again. “Doubt I’ll get my mind off her.”


Imagine 66

Title: Same Love

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Can you write an imagine sent in a au where Mary is alive And Dean comes out? Destiel if you will!

A/N: Heere it is, hopefully you like it! It’s really late and I hope it all makes sense.

Dean’s hands were sweaty; his breath was hitching in anxiety as he sat in front of his awaiting parents.

“Dean, what is it?” His mum whispered, getting up from her seat beside her husband so that she could stand in front of her overly nervous son. “What’s the matter baby?”

“I have to tell y’all something. It’s big” He said in a voice barely above a whisper. “It’s real big”

“Whatever it is…” Mary said, clasping Dean’s hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We will get through together. Okay?”

“What is it, buddy?” John asked, concern lingering in his eyes for his eldest son. “What’s going on?”

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Kids Shows - Hamilton X Reader

Originally posted by whats-your-name-man

(Y'all I’m writing this in my public library and I am constantly terrified someone is going to rEAD OVER MY SHOULDER)

“What do you want to watch?”

You looked down at your boyfriend, Alexander as his head laid his head in your lap. It had been a long day for both of you, what with work slowly eating away at whatever was left of your sleep deprived and coffee driven selfs. So, when Alexander had suggested just sitting down to watch some T.V. together, you had been more than happy to comply. 

“Whatever you want, love,” He said, looking up at you with his beautiful chocolate eyes. You smiled warmly at him and placed the remote on his chest before leaning your head down to peck him on the lips sweetly. 

“Seriously, pick something! I can’t choose, but I’m sure what you pick I’ll love” You said and he rolled his eyes at you, sitting up and taking the remote in his hand, pointing it at the screen. After a minute or two of browsing through Netflix, he stifled a laugh, clicking on something on the screen.

“Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood? Really?” You laughed, smiling at him goofily. He nodded and scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. You swore, he was such a child sometimes, but you loved it.

One episode after another, you both watched in nostalgia as memories of childhood flooded back. You can’t remember as a young child ever really watching the show that much, but right now you were more than happy to be watching it with the love of your life.

“Y/N, when did the sun go down?” Alexander looked out the window in amazement as the dark night poured through, the T.V. illuminating you both more vividly. 

“I don’t know but I don’t want to move from this spot.” You said, snuggling closer to Alexander, breathing in the faint smell of paper smoke and rum he gave off that made you feel all fuzzy inside. 

You felt his wrap both of his arms around you and sway slowly, fingers running through your hair and making you feel drowsy.

“It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor.” He sang softly, making you giggle a bit, but relaxing with his beautiful voice. 

“Would you be mine? Could you be mine?…” He kissed your cheek as you let out a yawn, though the song was memorable and charming, the way he sang it was almost like a lullaby.

“Alexander, enough,” You said sleepily, resting your head on his neck and smiling at his childlike behavior. 

“Fine, Y/N. I Just wanted you to know I love you~” He said in your ear, smiling wide.

“I love you too, and just so you know you’re a better neighbor than Mister Rogers’ could ever be”

Scars - Chapter 7

Reader x Yoongi

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,833

Chapters: 6 , 8


“Call for Namjoon if you need anything okay? I don’t want you getting up”, Yoongi finished putting his tie on and grabbed his blazer before crouching down next to the bed so we were eye to eye, “i’m going to be home a little late so-”, “w-why?”, I questioned, “erm…just er…work, I need to go or I’ll be late, I love you”, he gave me a kiss on my forehead before he quickly walked out.

I sighed. It was so clear he was lying, I know he was going to see Sofia today. “N-namjoon?”, I called put hoping he would hear the first time and thankfully he did as I heard his footsteps getting closer to the bedroom, until he was standing in the doorway. “Yeah?”, “can I talk to you?”, he nodded and made his way over to the side of the bed and sat down, “about…about last week?”. He sighed loudly, “(y/n)-”, he was interrupted before he could continue, “please, if you don’t I’m going straight back to Jacks-”, “okay, okay, what do you want to know?”, I wasted no time in asking him what I was curious about, “why did you say you were surprised about me not breaking down or leaving him?”. Namjoons brows furrowed in confusion, “wait, what do you actually know about what Yoongi does?”, “I only know that he sells those women, why?”, he looked relieved are I told him. Why did he look relieved?!

Before I could open my mouth Namjoon got up and made his way out of the room, “I need to go, I’ll get Jungkook to come over”, he rushed out the house slamming the door shut.

Why is everyone hiding things from me? It will only make things worse.

“Hey bub!”, Dina screamed, I laughed and hugged her, “ugh, it’s been so long since we have hung out. Alone”, she emphasised alone, as when we did want time for the two of us, Yoongi would always join as he didn’t really trust anyone.

Dina lead me inside to her living room before going out to make the two of us some tea. “Thank you” I said as she handed me the steaming cup, which I placed on the coffee table allowing it to cool down, “So…what do you want to talk about?”, she asked as she sat down herself, “I don’t really know”, I gave her a small smile, which made her frown. “Okay tell me who I have to beat”, she put down her cup and cupped my face causing me to giggle at her silliness. “Dina, i-i think Yoongi’s cheating”, I looked at her face and it was not angry, it was more surprised, “Yoongi, cheating, (y/n) are you sure its not just your horm-”, “ IT’S NOT MY HORMONES”, I screamed out in frustration, removing Dina’s hands from my face, “I heard him talking to someone, he is seeing today, her name is Sofia”. My voice grew quieter and quite towards the end of my sentence and ended up breaking as the tears I tried to hold back poured out. “Oh bub don’t cry”, Dina’s arms were wrapped around me in no time, my head resting against her chest as she hushed me, “she might just be a client, (y/n) I know Yoongi, he wouldn’t do that to someone he is supposed to love”, I sobbed quietly as she continued to try and calm me with her words, “you’re having a baby together, why would he throw away that beautiful baby boy or girl and his sexy arse wife away for some whore?”, I giggled a little at what she said, she also smiled. “Why don’t you sleep, you must be exhausted after all this crying”, I complied and laid across her sofa, she gave me a warm fluffy blanket and not even 5 minutes later I had knocked out.

Namjoon P.O.V

“I’m always saving his fucking arse”, I murmured as I was driving. Once I arrived at my destination I quickly got out and ran inside the building. Once I reached the top floor I got out of the elevator and went to the apartment, banging on the door, I stood there hitting it for a good 5 minutes, but nobody opened it. “YOONGI OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR”, I screamed not caring about the other people that lived here.

After a few seconds the door flew open, Yoongi was wearing his half done shirt and his trousers, his brows were furrowed, “what the fuck are you doing here, I thought I had you to stay with (y/n)”, “well something came up, I sent Jungkook over there”, I walked into the apartment and sighed. “You’ve gotta stop doing this”, I told him, turning so i was now facing him, his body was leaning against the now closed door, “(y/n) is at home oblivious to everything that you do”, I lied, well half lied she didn’t know everything, “you seriously need yo-“, I was cut of by the sound of heels against the floor, it was Sofia. She was someone Yoongi had on the side ever since he and (y/n) got serious. I felt like shit keeping it from her, she didn’t deserve this, she was sweet, caring and way too innocent for Yoongi.

“Oh hey Namjoon”, Sofia greeted, I ignored her as I always did, “I’ll see you tonight”, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Yoongi’s lips, he smirked at her before moving away from the door allowing her to leave. Once she left I didn’t hold back anymore, “I swear to god Yoongi if this doesn’t stop I’m going straight to (y/n) and telling her”, Yoongi laughed out, “no you won’t Namjoon”, I scoffed it seemed to be a big game to him.

“Tell me one thing Yoongi, do you love her?”, “What?”, “Do you love (y/n)”, “what kind of question is that, of course I do”. This time I laughed out loud, “well you’ve got a funny way of showing it, sleeping with some whore, whilst your pregnant girlfriend is at home, constantly worrying about you. You don’t deserve her and I hope one day she sees you for what you really are”. I began walking towards the door, “Namj-”, he was cut off when my phone went off, I took it out and saw that Jungkook was ringing, “what’s up?”, “It’s (y/n), she’s not here”.

(y/n) P.O.V

I woke to the smell of Dina’s amazing cooking, her parents were middle eastern and as she grew up she was taught how to cook a lot of the traditional foods. “Hey, your finally awake and just in time I finished making, Mantu”, my stomach growled once she said that, I loved Mantu, it was probably my favourite dish now, all thanks to Dina. She helped me up front eh sofa and into the kitchen to eat. After we ate, I decided to go out for a little walk to clear my head. I walked down to a park and sat near the lake and just thought about my life so far, everything that was going on and how my baby will be affected by all of it.

An hour later I headed back, as I walked down the street, I saw Yoongi’s car parked outside Dina’s house, her front door open and shouting. I rushed to the house, closing the door once I entered, not wanting anyone to overhear anything. “How could you let her fucking go out on her own!”, “she wanted space, I’m not like you Yoongi, I don’t keep her locked up 24/7”, Dina screamed back, “I swear to God if anything happens to her…-”, I quickly walked into the room, grabbing the attention of everyone, Namjoon was also here, “thank God”, Yoongi breathed out, he strode over and hugged me, “where the hell did you go”, he said once he pulled away, “I went to the park, I just needed to clear my head”, “next time don’t go alone okay”, I nodded, “come let’s go home”.

As I arrived home I saw Jungkook waiting in the entrance, once he saw me he ran up to me and hugged me, “thank god you’re okay”, I smiled at his concern. Yoongi pulled me away from Jungkook, “Jungkook take her to the kitchen and make her something to eat”, Jungkook nodded and was about to take me, but I stopped, “where are you going?”, I asked, “I need to go erm…sort something”, he was lying, “please stay with me, get namjoon to go, I haven’t been with you this whole week please”, I was begging, I didn’t want him to go out to see that lady. I even brought tears to my eyes, “please Yoongi”, he walked up to me and cupped my face in his hands, “okay, I’ll stay. Namjoon go sort it out”, he pecked my lips and smiled.

Yoongi and Jungkook both passed out whilst watching t.v, whereas I was still up, eating the pasta Jungkook made. I was getting into the movie until a message notification went off. I checked my phone, but I hadn’t received anything, it was probably one of these two. I ignored it and went back to watching until it went off again and again, I moved over to Yoongi and carefully got his phone out of his sweatpants. I was about to check the messages until someone began calling. I know I shouldn’t pick it up.

“Yoongi? What the hell, Namjoon came over and told me you’re not coming”, the woman’s voice was quite high pitched, “ugh, is it your pregnant girlfriend, Yoongi you told me that all that bitch does is stress you out and annoy you, just leave her and that kid, you know you-”, I had heard enough from her and hung up. Tears were now falling, I got up to leave before I starting sobbing, as I was about to leave someone caught my wrist. I hoped it wasn’t Yoongi.

“(y/n), hey what’s wrong”, I dragged Jungkook out the room, outside to the pool, I didn’t want Yoongi to see me if he did happen to wake. “H-he’s got someone else”, I sobbed into his chest, “what?!”, Jungkook exclaimed, “how do you know?”, “I saw messages on his phone and the girl, sh-she ran him and confirmed e-everything”, Jungkook grew angry at this, I know I said we met at the club, but it was mainly Hoseok I was on about, as me and Jungkook went way back to the beginning of high school, “I’m going to kill him”, he was about to go back in, but I tightened my grip around his waist, “please don’t, don’t do anything, I want him to admit what he’s doing”, “but (y/n)-”, i cut him off, I knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Once he has, I promise I’ll leave”.

I’m sorry if it’s bad, if you don’t like it tell me and I’ll rewrite it. Thank yew for 300+ followers 😭😘 and please give feedback bibs😘


The signs as things my friend has said/done
  • Aries: Looking over at me during chemistry class: "Can I borrow a lightbulb? I mean, a marker?"
  • Taurus: Snapped her fingers in my other friend's face and said, "Snapperdoodle!" before a proud smile spread across her face and she said, "Roasted like the pepper you are!"
  • Gemini: After being told she dances like a white dad at a barbecue, she said, "I do not!" and then she turned to her white male math teacher who's like in his early thirties and said, "Dance for them. Show them how white dads dance at barbecues."
  • Cancer: When someone tried to take a piece of candy: "They were a Valentine's Day gift from my bf." And then when I asked if they were from her parents: "They're from my mother."
  • Leo: We were texting and she asked me to buy her food and I said yes, and since she usually helps me a lot in school, I told her that of course I would because she gives me brain food, so she sent me a chart of 'healthy brain foods' with the caption, "I gotcha girl"
  • Virgo: After I said 'I love life': "So do I. Why do you think I'm on the train that is it?"
  • Libra: Tried to scare my friend and was about to crawl along the ground and when my friend saw her, immediately said, "I'm tying my shoes!" while wearing flip flops.
  • Scorpio: Tried to sign one of our other friends up for a tractor fetish anonymous.
  • Sagitarrius: After we called her a cute cinnamon roll: "You know porcupines? And they look all cute? But then you touch them and you DIE?! I'm a porcupine."
  • Capricorn: After my other friend mentioned that she'd be in college while the friend was still a senior: "Nope! I'm takin' a gap year, honey! To Europa!"
  • Aquarius: While watching a t.v. show, someone new came onto the screen and she made a face and went, "Oh. He's not... He's not good looking. Oh, that's unfortunate."
  • Pisces: We were listening to Say No To This from the musical Hamilton and it's a song about sex/affairs and she goes, "I sing this in the shower!" And then she started dancing to it and I asked her what she does in the shower and she goes, "I sing."
Alone and Afraid

I may only be 13, but I think I’m pretty mature for my age. That’s what I had to convince my parents of so they would let me stay home by myself instead of going with them to our summer house. Every summer we would drive 5 hours upstate and spend a week visiting the oldest members of my family. It was a drag. I always hated it, but this year they finally trust me enough to let me stay home alone. Excitement was an understatement, I was ecstatic. I can’t wait to sit on the couch, eat cereal, watch cartoons, and not have to do anything my parents tell me for a whole week. And finally the time had come.

“Okay Daniel, call us if you need anything,” my mom said as she hugged me goodbye.
“Alright mom,” I said, anxious for her and my dad to just leave.
“And if there’s an emergency just call 911.”
“Alright mom.”
“And if anything like…..”
“Alright mom, geeze, I’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just worry about you.” she said and gave me one more hug before walking out the door.
“Don’t have too much fun while were gone buddy,” my dad said as he patted me on the head. He felt much more secure about the situation than my mom did. “We’ll be back on Sunday, so make sure the house is clean so your mother doesn’t freak out.”
“I will,” I promised. And they were off.

This is awesome! I spent all day walking around in my underwear and eating candy. I watched T.V. for 6 hours straight. I made a dartboard out of Styrofoam and was using the kitchen knives as darts, and no one yelled at me or sent me to my room. By night time I wasn’t even tired. I stayed up until 2 in the morning. I admit, when I finally went to bed, I was a little unnerved by some noises coming from outside my window, but it was a little windy out. Yeah that’s it, it’s just the wind.

I woke up at noon to someone loudly knocking on my front door, but when I went to see who it was, there was nobody there. That was kind of weird, I thought. Oh well, maybe I just took too long to get there and they left. I did mostly the same stuff I did the day before. It was starting to get old kind of fast though. I fell asleep at about 9pm from boredom. I woke up three hours later at midnight to a loud crash. I jumped up off the sofa. What the hell was that. I slowly creeped around the dark corners of my house, holding one of the kitchen knives for protection. Slowly, carefully paced, not making one sound with each step, I checked around my whole house; except for my parents room which was locked. Every pitch black room and hallway was clear, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching me. I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I turned on my T.V. but muted it. I spent the entire night with my eyes wide open watching T.V. but listening intently to the mysteriously ominous sound of silence. And….wind?

It’s 7am. The sun’s been up for about an hour and a half now, but I still haven’t moved from my bed. I guess I should get up. I was definitely sleep deprived, but there was no sleeping now. I still had the lingering feeling of peril residing deep inside me for some reason. I whipped open my door, knife in hand, ready to stab any intruder who might be waiting for me on the other side. There was no one. I walked around my house again to check it out, feeling a bit safer about it not being dark. Still no one. Not finding a stranger in my house didn’t put me completely at ease though. I debated heavily on whether or not to call my parents, but decided against it. What was I going to say, mommy I’m scared. Besides, if they think I’m not comfortable alone, I’ll have to go with them next year. So I spent most of my day in the living room, on the sofa, with all the shades drawn shut. I watched T.V. until about 3 in the afternoon, when I finally started to doze off. Just before I could drift away into a much needed slumber, once again, someone started banging at the front door. I immediately hit the floor, and crawled behind my couch. There was no way I was going to open that door. This time whoever it was knocked two more times relentlessly. Should I call the cops? No. What could they do? It’s not illegal to knock on someones door. I layed behind the couch for at least 20 minutes, just waiting to feel safe enough to assess the situation. Finally, I grew the courage to get up and check it out. I went to the front door, turned the knob and pulled it open. Whoever was there was long gone by now, but I still wanted to take a look around the perimeter of my house, so I did. When I got to the back where the living room window is, I saw what had made the crash I heard last night. My mother’s porcelain statue of a large gnome, which was right next to the window, was shattered to pieces. Someone must have bumped into it and knocked it over. There’s no way any animal around here could have knocked it over, it was too heavy. That means someone was watching me last night. A dark chill ran through my body. I ran back inside as fast as I could, and locked myself in my room. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall trying to convince myself that there was a reasonable explanation for all this. I couldn’t think of one. After a while, I decided to cover up all the windows in the house with some cardboard boxes I found in the guest room. The lack of sleep I had was really starting to affect me, but I wasn’t even going to try to close my eyes. Again I spent the entire night awake in my room, with the T.V. on, and the sound off. 

This is the second day in a row I’ve watched the sun come up and not slept. I stayed in my room until about 11:30am. I haven’t eaten much either, my anxiety wouldn’t let me. I do feel the need to eat though, even if it’s just a piece of bread. So slowly, and as quietly as I could, I made my way into the kitchen. I ended up eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I started to walk into the living room, thinking I would try to relax in there for a little while, when I heard something. It was at the front door. Someone was jostling the door knob. I freaked out. “GO AWAY!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but as I was yelling I could see the door knob turning. It was probably very fast, but everything that happened after that point, was in slow motion to me. I remembered my father had a small revolver hidden in a box in the bottom of his closet. I sprinted down the hallway faster than I’d ever run before. There was a chain lock on the front door, but it wouldn’t be hard to push through so i knew I had only seconds. My parents room was right at the end of the hallway. Since it was locked, I’d have to try to just go through it. When I was close enough, I jumped into the air and drop kicked the door with all my might. Surprisingly, I broke through with ease. One of my legs went completely through it, while the other managed to rip off half the door frame. I was bleeding badly and had a million splinters in my leg, but I was in the room. I yanked my right leg out of the door and flew over to the closet. I slid open the gliding door, and frantically pulled out the contents of it until I got to the shoe box in the back. I flung it open and grabbed the .38 revolver out of it. The only thing I could hear was my own heart pumping and footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like more than one pair and they were coming right at me. I was going to shoot as soon as they walked through the doorway. All in less than a second; the two intruders walked in, I pulled the trigger twice, hit them both in the chest, and realized I had made a terrible mistake. Why didn’t they let me know they were coming home early.

I would later find out that the person who broke my mom’s porcelain gnome was her friend. My mother was worried about me, so she had her friend come over to check up on me. She was also the one who knocked on the door, both times. And the noise I heard outside my window the first night, probably was just the wind. My parents came home early because my mom’s stupid friend said she felt like something was wrong with me. They tried to call but we only have cordless phones, and I didn’t charge them because I was too busy having a panic attack. Anyway, I don’t ‘feel’ anymore. Emotions fled my life forever. The last time I felt any emotion was when my moms friend came to visit me in my new home, the psych ward. I told her if I ever got the chance I was going to slowly slice her throat open and rub dirt in the wound. I blame the whole incident solely on her. If she wasn’t so sketchy, peeping through my windows in the middle of the night, I’d still have a mom and dad. If i ever see her again, she’s dead. It’s actually the only thing I look forward to now…….

Written by; Sage

Calum Hood Imagine - International Soul Mates



Calum Hood Imagine - International Soul Mates


There was a way of identifying who your soul mate was.  Everyone was born with a tattoo. It could be something as big as a tree on your back, or as small as a heart on the back of your neck.

For you, you had a small maple leaf on the inside of your left wrist. It was outlined in black, but coloured red. Your soul mate would have the exact same leaf, on their right wrist. 

Most people would find their soul mate by the time they were 21. You were 19, so you weren’t really too worried. But there was that thought at the back of your mind that kept saying “What if you never find your soul mate?”

You have heard of people not finding their soul mate because he or she had gotten hurt, or were in another country or something.

You still had two years, you would find them eventually.


You woke up with a funny feeling. It was a good feeling, but a funny feeling nonetheless. You felt like something was going to happen today. And not to mention, your tattoo was overly itchy.

You got out of bed, doing your morning necessities before heading to the kitchen and making a bowl of cereal. You were eating in peace, playing Crossy Road when you got a text from your best friend.

She was asking if you wanted to go shopping. You didn’t have any other plans, or homework, so you agreed. You finished up your cereal, before going and getting ready for a day out with your best friend.


The two of you arrived at your favourite mall. It had your favourite stores, and not to mention your favourite food place to eat. The two of you walked around the mall casually, going into stores where you saw something you liked, or admiring things from outside the store you couldn’t afford.

“Oh hey y/n! Let’s go in here for a second!” Your best friend exclaimed, grabbing your arm and pulling you into Hot Topic. You wandered around the store, after escaping the grip of your friend. You had wandered over to the band shirts. You scanned the walls, looking for the shirt you’ve wanted for a while. You smiled when you saw it. It was a black, The 1975 shirt. You had seen it on a a girl a few days ago, and she said that she got it from Hot Topic. You picked out your size, before spinning back around. You didn’t realize someone was behind you and you accidentally bumped into them. It was a small store okay? 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!” You quickly apologized, ignoring theitchiness of your tattoo.

“It’s my fault love.” You heard a deep voice speak. And when you finally looked up, you saw a tanned boy. He had black hair, with blonde streaks. Chocolate coloured eyes, almost like a puppy. He had a prominent jaw line. He was in an All Time Low band shirt and skin tight black skinny jeans. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. You noticed he had quite a few tattoos and wondered which one was his soul mate identifying tattoo. 

You saw one with a bird, and then the name Mali-Koa written underneath. It couldn't be that one. There was one on his bicep of a first nations chief, it couldn’t be that one either.

It was then that you noticed it. On his right wrist, there was the exact maple leaf you had on your left wrist. You gasped, your hand coming up to your mouth. 

You couldn’t believe it. You finally found him. Your soul mate, the man you were destined to spend of the rest of your life with, was standing right in front of you.

(and not to mention how incredibly attractive he is.)

“Is something wrong?” He asked, noticing your reaction. He followed your gaze, and saw that it was on his wrist. “Wait…” He grabbed your wrist, flipping it. A huge smile grew on his face when he saw what your tattoo was. “You’re my soul mate. I can't believe I finally found you.” He whispered breathless. 

“Me neither.” The two of you soon recollected yourselves, and the boy dropped your wrist.

“I’m Calum. What’s your name beautiful?” He flirted.


"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” You blushed at his words.

“Flirty one aren’t you?”

“What can I say? Someone as pretty as you deserves to be told how beautiful they are.” You smiled up at him, not really believing that you found him.


You sat in your bed, buried under covers as you watched the next episode of Teen Wolf. You had seen the show a couple times on t.v and decided to finally watch it. It seemed interesting enough. You were on the third season, the episode where they turned Malia back human from being a coyote. 

Your binge series watching was interrupted by a text on your phone. You looked at it to see it was a text from Calum. If it was any other person, you would of ignored them, because the episode was getting intense. You paused the episode, replying to his text.

Skype babe?‘ 

'Sure’ You pulled yourself in a sitting position pulling the blankets around you, pulling up Skype. You instantly got a notification for a skype call from Calum.

Shortly after the two of you met, you realized why he looked familiar, and put two and two together when he told you he was in a band. You soon discovered that he was the Calum Hood from 5 Seconds Of Summer. 

You had met the boys and they loved you, and treated you like a sister. 

“Hey babe!” He greeted when his face appeared on your laptop screen.

“Hey Cal, how’s Toronto?” You asked. They were on their North American tour, and you missed him dearly. Most people got to spend every day with their soul mate, not you. Your soul mate was in a world famous band, he wasn’t around as often.

“It’s great! The fans are great! I promise to take you one day. It’s really a beautiful city. You would love The Eaton Centre.” You giggled, him knowing very well how much you love to shop. 

“It’s a plan! We’ll go to Toronto together one day and go to the Eaton Centre." 

"Yup. So how are you babe? What were you up to?" 

"I was just watching Teen Wolf. It was getting good until you interrupted.” You accused. He chuckled, raising his hands above his head in defence. 

“Hey sorry, I just thought you would of liked to talk to me." 

"You’re lucky I answered your text.” You grumbled jokingly. He just smiled, looking at you through the screen. “What are you looking at?" 

"You. Sometimes I forget how beautiful you are and then I’m reminded everyday just how lucky I am to have you. I feel so bad that we don’t get to see each other often. I just really miss you y/n.” You smiled back at him, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“ It’s okay Cal, I understand. I miss you too, but you’re in a band Cal. We’re not going see each other every day, and that’s okay. And you want to know why? Because I love you, and you’re my soul mate and no matter what happens, we’re going to be together.” He sighed in content at your words, wiping the one tear that betrayed you, you held the smile on your face.

“I love you too, y/n. And you know what?”


“I’m not just your soul mate. I’m your international soul mate.” You laughed at him, shaking your head.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m you’re dork.”

“Yes, my dork.”

Beyond the Field (part 10)

Yo, sorry for not updating. NaLu week and this NaLu Disney project is kicking my booty! I was going to post the next Disney thing today… but I decided to update instead. I don’t think you’ll guys complain too much about this chapter (; 

Read more chapters: Here

Summary: To him, football met everything. Nothing else was more important, but that day he picked his little sister up from the hospital and saw her blonde haired patient, everything changed.

“That was probably the hardest practice ever.” Gray groaned resting his face on his football locker. Gajeel grunted in agreement.

“You can say that again.”

“Probably because you nimrods spent all day at a waterpark yesterday.” Loke commented, grabbing his belongings from his locker. “I got to say I’m jealous though, you got to meet this mysterious girl of Natsu’s.”

“Why the hell do you care about seeing Lucy?” Natsu asked in a rather harsh voice. “You have so many girls already.”

Loke pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Yes, but don’t you think it’s rude to keep your girlfriend from one of your best friends?”

Natsu deadpanned. “We’re not friends.”

“And she’s not Natsu’s girlfriend.” Gray added with a snicker, earning a glare from the pink haired running back.

“How interesting…” Loke smirked. “Now I’m very interested in this Lucy.”

“You wanna see a picture of her?” Gray asked adding fuel to the fire.

Natsu’s eyes narrowed at his so called best friend. “Don’t you dare…”

“Why so defensive Salamander?” Gajeel said with an amused tone. “She’s not your girlfriend is she?”

Natsu growled but remained silent. He honestly didn’t know where his and Lucy’s relationship stood. On one hand, they did do things that couples did. They held hands, cuddled, had late night conversations… Lucy had even slept in Natsu’s bed with him last night since she was too exhausted from the days activities. One the other hand… Natsu hadn’t officially made Lucy his girlfriend. He was just doing all these things with her simply because it brought a smile to her lips and a happy twinkle in her eye.

With this being said… Natsu couldn’t deny his attraction towards Lucy.

To Natsu, a man who has only focused on football and his studies instead of the opposite sex, understood that Lucy was classified as a beautiful woman. With her long, wavy blonde hair that ended at the small of her back, her bright, brown eyes that resembled the color of chocolate, not to mention her mouth watering body… Natsu shook his head.

He knew looks didn’t mean anything if you didn’t have the personality to match, and boy… did Lucy have quite the personality. She had such a gentle nature. She was so sweet and caring towards others instead of letting all her past troubles bring her to bitterness. No, Lucy was different. Lucy was just… Lucy. Just the thought of her alone brought a smile to his face.

Natsu couldn’t deny that he was slowly but surely falling for the blonde.

“Well Natsu, if you two aren't’ a couple I don’t think you have the right to be mad if I look at her picture.” Loke commented, walking over to Gray who had a picture of Natsu and Lucy pulled up. Natsu watched Loke’s reaction. He didn’t miss how the orange haired man’s eyes widened slightly and mouth dropped when he seen the picture.  

“Holy shit…” Loke muttered under his breath before averting his gaze to the running back. “What mind control tactics did you do to get a woman like this interested in you?!”

Natsu nearly fell to the ground. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?!”

“This woman is an absolute beauty!” Loke exclaimed. “No way she’d be with something like you.”

“Whats wrong with me?!”

“Well for starters, your hair is pink.” Loke explained. “This Lucy here looks like a supermodel… and you’re bout a four maybe?”

A growl rumbled through Natsu’s throat at the orange haired man’s words. He knew Lucy was a lot better looking than he was… but his personality made up for it right? Suddenly, his self confidence fell. Maybe Lucy was too good for him… maybe she was just doing these things out of pity for him.

Gray noticed the small amount of hurt twinkle in Natsu’s eye. The joke they were pressing on wasn’t that funny anymore. Gray knew Natsu and Lucy had feelings for each other… it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. The way they looked, talked and held each other all day yesterday proved it. He just didn’t understand how deep his feelings were until he noticed how hurt he looked by Loke’s comment. Being Natsu’s best friend, Gray decided to speak up.

“Hey Loke-”

“Stop.” Natsu’s voice cut through, hurt evident in his tone. They all watched as Natsu grabbed his belongings, took a shower, and left without another word.

“I’m home!” Natsu called out walking through his front door. He heard the T.V. from the other room, signaling someone was in there. Taking off his shoes, he immediately headed over there, features turning soft at the sight.

It was Lucy wearing one of his oversized hoodies lying on the couch watching a movie on what looked like Netflix. He knew she heard his footsteps when her eyes tore away from the movie to his own, heart racing when she smiled.


Natsu chuckled. “What are you doing in my hoodie?”

He noticed how Lucy’s cheeks turned a reddish color, gaze tearing away from his.

“Uh, well… I was cold and your hoodie looked warm.”

Natsu rolled his eyes. “Good excuse there Luce.”

“Oh shut up.” She said with a pout. He smirked walking over towards her, sitting next to her on the couch.

“Anything exciting happen today?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, I’ve just been watching Netflix all day.”

He draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against his body. He didn’t miss the way she squeaked at the sudden motion or the way she rested her head on his shoulder. Natsu wasn’t sure why he did that… it just felt like second nature.

“Thats what you do everyday.”

“I know, I want to go out though.” She hinted, looking at his with pleading eyes. He groaned.

“Come on Luce, I just got done with a six hour football practice.”

“Natsu please…” She whined, giving her best puppy dog eyes accented with a cute pout on her lips. Natsu mentally cursed.

Why did she have to be so beautiful?


“Yay!” She shouted wrapping her arms around his neck as a thank you. “I’ll go change.”

“Why would you need to change?”

“I don’t think you’d like me walking around in your clothes.”

“I think you look good in my clothes.”

Lucy’s cheeks turned red. Looking at her appearance. She was clad in Natsu’s deep red hoodie that reached her mid thigh with a pair of black leggings that ended at mid calf to match. “Alright, if you say so…”

“Lets go.” He stood up, taking her hand as they made their way out the door.

“Say Natsu?” Lucy asked the man beside her taking a lick of her strawberry ice cream. Natsu looked at her from the corner of his eye, licking his own chocolate cone.


“I just wanted to tell you I had a lot of fun yesterday.” She squeezed his hand that was laced with hers. “Its great… to see that people care.”

He tightened his grip on her hand in a comforting manner. “We’re always going to care Luce.” He remembered Loke’s words from earlier. Feeling his mood drop once again. Lucy must have noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere since she looked to him in a worried manner.

“Is everything okay Natsu?”

He looked to her and stopped walking. Lucy scrunched her face in confusion.


“Why do you always hold my hand when I grab yours?”

Lucy was taken back by his question. “Because… I want to hold your hand.”

“Why do you want to hold my hand?”

The blonde was beginning to get slightly annoyed by these questions. “Whats bringing all of this up Natsu?”

She watched as he took in a deep, calming breath. His head snapped away from her.

“Nothing.” He began to walk away, but not before Lucy’s hand grabbed his arm.

“Its obviously something Natsu.” She used little effort to turn his attention back over to her. “What happened at practice?” He remained silent, making her temper flare a bit. “Natsu-”

“I just… don’t understand why you have interest in doing anything with me. I know we cuddle and hold hands… but why? Why would someone like you might want to be with someone like me?” His honesty silenced Lucy. She was beyond speechless, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“What do you mean by that Natsu?”

“Just… just look at you. You’re just… perfect. Beautiful with a bright personality and then theres me… average and reckless. I’m nothing special.” He turned from her again. “You deserve better.”

He really hated feeling like this. He wanted to be good enough for Lucy… but he just didn’t. He knew others opinions shouldn’t matter… but Loke was right.

Lucy was too good for him.

“Hey.” Lucy’s soft voice filled his ears. “Natsu, look at me.” He didn’t meet her command. It wasn’t until he felt her hand on his cheek that he met her loving gaze.

“You know… none of those things are true.” She put her other hand on his tanned cheek, brushing his cheeks softly with her thumbs. “Would an average guy spend hours talking to a stranger in the hospital just because he knew she’s been lonely for years?”

He looked into her brown eyes, still not believing what she was saying. Lucy decided to keep going.

“Would an average guy invite someone to live with him and his family knowing she had no where else to go? Would an average guy go out of his way to make sure she felt accepted and loved by others? I don’t think so Natsu… you’re definitely one of a kind.”

Natsu let Lucy’s word sink in. The overwhelming feelings surging through him made his body move on its own. He circled his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to him.

The two felt sprinkles of rain on their skin, not caring about the wetness. They were too busy looking into each other eyes. As Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, the sprinkles turned to a full out downpour.

“I think you’re one of a kind too Lucy.” With those words, Natsu lowered his head to Lucy’s connecting their lips together uncaring of the rain that was drenching their clothes. Relief rushed through him as she felt her lips gently caress his back.

There they were sharing their first kiss in the rain, holding each other closely together. The two stood there, only focused on each other. All the doubts he felt from today’s previous events washed away as he felt the blonde’s soft lips upon his own. He was happy… so incredibly happy that the woman he was currently holding in his arms felt the same way he did for her. He had always thought she did… the the feelings she was putting into the kiss washed away his doubts as well as hers.

The two pulled away, trying to regain a steady breathing pattern again. The two realized that they should get out of the rain, knowing if they stayed out here too long they would get sick. Sharing one last peck on the lips, the newly formed couple walked back home hand it hand.

Just like it was meant to be.

"Imagine Sam laying his head on your lap, Letting you stroke his hair" One Shot

Author: theshelbycecelia 

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Warnings: None

“Y/N are you okay? You look upset.” Sam said as soon as we set foot into the bunker. 

“Yeah Sam I’m fine just you know my ex boyfriend just got sliced to pieces out there so yeah. Im going to be in my room.” I said trying to be as nice as I could. 

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Go Back to Bed

Anon submitted:

So, a little background on my family. I lived with my mom and my sister in a sketchy neighbourhood in Toronto. Our apartment building never had any complaints about supernatural occurrences, but what happened to my mother when I was around 8 years old won’t leave my mind.

Every weekend, my sister and I would sleep over at our dad’s house. You know, standard procedure for newly divorced couples, nothing crazy. Usually when we’re gone, my mom would stay up watching whatever crappy movies they had playing on t.v. 

My mom was curled up on the sofa like usual, sipping her tea when she saw someone standing in the doorway to the living room. She looked over and it was me. She said I was just standing there, watching her with my favourite blue elephant in my hand.

Like any normal mother, she asked why I was up so late, and told me to go back to bed, but I wouldn’t move from my spot in the doorway. 

She said I suddenly smiled at her and said I love you. But the thing was, I said “I love you, Ruth”…. not mom. 

This kind of creeped out my mom for a bit but she just smiled and continued watching the movie once I left. At the end of the movie, she went to the t.v listings guide and saw the date

It was a Saturday. I had been at my fathers house since the night before. My mom checked the whole house but she didn’t find a trace, there was only my blue elephant on my bed like it normally is.

My mom couldn’t spend the night alone for a long time after that to say the least.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: this one was pretty spooky too. 8/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing. 

Seduce me. Not just with your touch but with every atom of your whole being: from your head to toe, from your thoughts to the way you call my name and the way you look at me. Make me break these rules, limitations that I’ve set for myself. Make your presence and touch be both my weakness and strength; to have me powerless and melting in a blink of an eye. Make me want you in a way that I never wanted anybody else. Be the rare kind because that’s what I seek. I find it hard to settle for the norm or the convenient. I’m not sorry that I just won’t settle for anything less than what my heart and soul desire. What I desire is beyond the depth of imagination; it’s madness. Love is out there and I have stumbled upon it so many times. People can fake an “I love you’ nowadays. The fire eventually runs out. I seek mutual closeness, affection, compassion; a never ending togetherness of when our minds either perfectly fit or collide together but still I’d feel so riveted to you nonetheless. You would be waking me up at 2am telling me to make you a hot cup of coffee because you can’t sleep and I would give you a frown that’s intense enough to burn you into ashes yet in seconds I’d be making you that damn coffee the best way I can exactly the way you want and stay up the rest of the night with you watching some dumb random movie on the T.V. because your love will have me so easily enlivened in each moment that even the most boring, commonplace thing would still be fun, remembered and not be simply replaceable by someone else. That is love. That is what I seek; something unmatched, something that I just don’t feel for every body else around me but you. I don’t want to wake up one day and come to realize that life is the same routine like it was and at the end of the day that I’ve just settled for convenience with just some person when I could have waited for a soul that’d be able to captivate not just my body but every ounce of my existence as well. So if and when you want me, seduce me with your ways, your charm and make me tell you I want you. Because then, you know when I finally tell you "I want you”, that there’s no going back; I’m already yours for as long as the sun rises and burns on this earth.



cantpoisonitout  asked:

you should write “escaped to the laundry room to avoid hearing my room-mates having extremely loud sex only to find you’re here doing the same thing” for klaine ^^


Originally posted by nitratediva

When Blaine comes back to the room and finds a tie on the knob, he knows that he better stay away from the room and wait for Sebastian to come and get him in the building’s entertainment room or better, text him that the road is clear.

Sure, his roommate tends to brag about it later and Sebastian has a weird tendency of needing to cuddle with Blaine after he got laid, but Blaine likes the cuddles, and if it keeps Sebastian from damaging their friendship with his leering and bad pick-up lines, Blaine is all for it.

But when he’s already in bed, he didn’t expect having to leave his own bedroom in a rush because Sebastian didn’t pay attention–or was too drunk to realize–to the fact that Blaine was.


In the room.

While he was … mauling his latest conquest, what the fuck.

Then again, it’s not like Blaine stayed to observe or make sure of what was happening.

No thanks, he has already seen far too much of Sebastian Smythe than what he actually needs burned in his memory.

But now, it’s 4a.m., so he can’t even go and watch T.V., or the R.A. is going to skin him alive–she’s scary.

Where can he go?

Blaine looks down at his sheets and blankets, that he torn from the bed in his haste.


And then shrugs.

Meh, might as well wash them, it’s not like the laundry room is going to be crowded, is it?

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