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Sunday Morning

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo

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Reggie Mantle - Forgiveness

Originally posted by riverdalebish

Request: “could u do were the reader has a fight with reggie and he regrets fighting and trys to make it up to her!! xx”

Requested by: Anon

Requests are: Open

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Note From Author: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you enjoy the imagine. It’s not as good as I would have liked it to be, and I do feel as though it’s a bit rushed, but I always have trouble with writing anything about fighting and making up because it’s a lot of story line in a small amount of content, so I hope you enjoy none the less! Thanks again! :)

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“Babe, I said I was sorry! Would you please just talk to me for a second?”

You looked at Reggie and scoffed, a laugh of disbelief quickly escaping your mouth as you continued to ignore him. Ever since you and Reggie had had a fight about your tutor sessions with Archie, you had made it a point to ignore him at all costs. Not only had he been acting like a child over something so innocent and simple, but he actually had the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him. After all the time you had been together and after all the two of you had been through throughout your relationship, you weren’t okay with that, and you definitely weren’t going to forgive him as easily as he wanted you to. 

“Go away, Reggie.” You hissed, looking at nothing but the homework sprawled out in front of you in hopes that he would just give up and leave.

“Please, Y/N.” Reggie begged, his warm hand lightly resting on your thigh as he knelled in front of you. “How many times do I have to apologize before you forgive me?”

“You accused me of cheating on you, Reggie.” You hissed again, your voice stone cold and full of venom. “You accused me of cheating on you, and you accused me of cheating on you with Archie, my best friend! Do you really think I’m not going to be pissed about that?”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” He apologized, his voice so full of guilt and regret that it almost made you give in. “It’s just that you had been spending a lot of time with Andrews lately, and I knew the two of you were really close, and it just…I don’t know. It worried me.” 

“Why would that worry you, Reggie? You know we’ve been best friends since we were kids?” You asked, your curiosity slowly getting the better of you. You and Reggie had knew each other for a long time, and you knew he was one of the most confident people in all of Riverdale, so you didn’t really understand why he would worry about something as simple as a 30 minute algebra session.

“Because you deserve better.” Reggie said suddenly, his voice so pure and true that all the walls you had built in order to make yourself ignore him came tumbling down before he had even finished his sentence. 

You turned toward Reggie quickly, your eyes automatically meeting his and your hand lightly touching his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Reggie. Why would you think that?”

Reggie gave you a small smile, his hand that had been resting on your thigh giving the skin a gentle squeeze. He let out a sigh, his eyes boring into yours before slowly making his way next to you rather than in front of you, the warmth of his body quickly radiating onto your skin and tempting you to melt into him.

“C’mon, Y/N. Andrews is nicer than me. He’s smarter than me. He’s better at football than me, and he has more actual friends than me.” Reggie whispered, his eyes looking into yours so deeply that you felt as though you were drowning. “Hell, I mean, the only thing I had that he didn’t was you, and with all the time you guys had been spending together, I thought that maybe he was trying to take that away.”

You looked at Reggie and sighed, your heart breaking into a million pieces as the words rolled off his tongue and into your ears. You had no idea that Reggie felt that way, and while you were still upset that he would ever think you would cheat on him, you couldn’t help the guilt and pain that was weighing on your heart. 

“Reggie….I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered, you hand leaving his shoulder and making its way into his. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” Reggie insisted, gripping your hand tightly and pulling you closer to him. “I’m the one who should be apologizing! You never gave me any reason to be worried or insecure and I was a total ass. I made accusations and said some mean things and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please believe that.” 

“I believe you when you say you’re sorry, Reggie.” You confirmed, your hand gripping his as if you were adding emphasis. “But I’m still really hurt that you thought I was cheating on you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” Reggie apologized again, his hand leaving yours and gently resting on your cheek. “ Just please let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything, Y/N. I swear.”

You looked at Reggie once again, your breath shaky and weak as his smooth hand gently caressed your face. You knew he was sorry, you did. You knew that he was being true and sincere and, despite your still slightly hurt feelings, you couldn’t be angry with that. Truth and honesty is all you ever asked for from Reggie and he had always given you exactly that. How could you not forgive him? 

“Fine, I forgive you.” You reassured, lightly poking him on the chest before packing up your belongings. “But you have some serious making up to do.”

A huge smile made its way onto Reggie’s face, his tanned skin and pink lips instantly taking you breath away as he quickly pulled you against him. “Thank you, Y/N! Thank you! I promise, I’ll do anything you want, and I mean anything! Movies? Shopping? Netflix and chill? Ghost Hunters marathon? Makeup sex? Just pick something and it’s done, but just know that personally, I really like the last option.”

You let out a soft giggle, the old Reggie coming back into view as his once sad and vulnerable personality quickly started to go back to normal. You continued to pack up your stuff before making an abrupt stand, your hand pointing towards Reggie in order for him to take it.

“Me. You. Pops.” You said, a small smile on your face as you pulled Reggie off the couch.

“Seriously?” Reggie laughed, his eyes shining with a love so pure that you could feel it in your bones. “You really want me to make it up to you by buying you a cheeseburger?”

You gave him another smile, your hand instantly linking with his before quickly pulling him towards the exit of the room. “You’re not just buying me a cheeseburger, Mantle. You’re buying me the whole damn menu.” 


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71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

for @ihighfivedyourface

“Come again?”

“I said let’s take a walk outside. Come on, it’ll be fun”

Nico looked at the other as if he had just grown another head which in the world they live in isn’t that far fetched “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

“A walk. The two of us. We can also hold hands and be all couply”

“As fun as walking with you might sound, may I repeat a keyword? Thunderstorm. Why would you, a son of Apollo want to take a walk during a thunderstorm? Have you finally lost it?”

“I’m thinking clearly but thank you for having zero faith in me. Some boyfriend you are” Nico simply looked unimpressed causing Will to let out a sigh, “Look, it’s not that we’re directly affected. The magical barrier is keeping us safe, except for the loud thundering sounds that is. So, taking a cliche couple’s walk is totally fine”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Can we just do it sometime else? With a much clearer and calmer sky? or you can take a walk alone if you really want to?“ 

“I guess that could work” There was disappointment on Will’s eyes but he said nothing more to try and convince the other. 

Nico sighed, trying to think of a way to appease his boyfriend “Look, how about I join the campfire tonight? As compensation? The weather might be a lot calmer by then “ 

 "Fine. Don’t sleep on me later, di Angelo” Will gave a brief nod and placed a chase kiss on his boyfriend’s lips “So, later then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later”


“Hey, Will” Percy Jackson came running in quickly being followed by Jason Grace. The head medic stopped on his track and waited for the two approaching demigods.

“You two need something?”

“Yeah. We just want to ask how Nico’s doing. Is he okay?”

Will looked puzzled. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be okay?”

Both sons of the Big three equally looked confused until realization hit them. Of course, Nico didn’t bother telling his boyfriend.

“We mean the thunderstorm. How’s he holding on?” Jason asked, concern evident in his facial expression.

“Thunderstorms really makes him uncomfortable, you know” Percy added.

“Wait. You mean Nico is afraid of thunderstorms?”

“Yeah”

“Can’t believe you didn’t know. No offense but we thought Nico talked to you about it”

Will inwardly cursed, “If you may excuse me, I need to do something”

Why didn’t Nico tell him anything



“Nico?” 

“What are you doing here?” Will mock pouted at the other before settling himself comfortable on the bed.

“What? you don’t want me here?” Will teased the other as he gently poked him on the side.

“It’s not that. I just thought you said you’ll take a walk” Nico looked really confused “You’re not exactly doing that right now”

“Yeah, figured I’d rather spend time with you and be your cuddle buddy since apparently you didn’t bother telling me about your fear over a thunderstorm” Will raised a brow at the other as if prompting him to make an excuse but obviously not going to believe him in the end.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter who told me but why didn’t you? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you. I’m sorry” Will let out a deep breath.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s so lame. A son of Hades who can practically raise an army of the dead, deathly afraid of a thunderstorm. That’s just cowardly”

“No it’s not being cowardly. It’s out of your jurisdiction, Nico. You don’t fear something just because you wanted to. Your fears, you don’t choose them. You don’t go picking up which things you should be afraid of. That’s not how things work” 

“I guess there is a point in your words. Thanks, Will” 

 “Anytime, Death boy. Now scoot over” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Being your cuddle buddy. As both your doctor and your boyfriend, I advise that you need lots of hugs and loving” 

“You’re just making up excuses to hug me are you?” Nico tried to fight off the smile on his face but eventually failed.   Will chuckled and handed a pair of purple ear muffs at Nico. 

“Would be lying if I deny any truth in that accusation. But, I really do want to make you feel better. And, Kayla’s the only one with an ear muff available, so sorry if it’s not a darker color but it should help block the noise out” 

 “I…Thanks, Will”

“Only for you. So cuddles?”

“Definitely”

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SHIRO WITH A METAL SKELETON, GO!!!

I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, Nonny.  It’s Time.


It didn’t take them long to figure out something was different about Shiro.  Only long enough for them to warm up to each other.

The first time was after training.  For the first time, they finally beat a higher level Gladiator, with enough skill and training that Allura had nothing serious to criticize.

Hunk whooped, punching a fist in the air and pulling off his headband to dab at the sweat on his forehead.  “That’s how you do it,” he huffed out, beaming widely.  Reaching out, he snagged Lance around the chest and heaved him up with one arm, both of them laughing.

“Me next!” Pidge called, more than a little mused herself.  She hadn’t been kidding when she said she sweated a lot, it seemed.  So Hunk grabbed her with his other arm, and spun both of them around in a gleeful circle.

Once Lance and Pidge were both set back down, pressed together and giggling, Hunk turned to Keith, arms spread wide.  “Now you.”

For a moment, Keith narrowed his eyes, but then he sighed and spread his own arms, letting Hunk engulf him in a hug that made his spine bend with the pressure.  “Thanks, Hunk,” Keith managed, voice strangled.

“Of course,” Hunk replied back, tone sunny, but there was a hint of mischief to his eyes.  “And then one for our Glorious Leader.”

“You can have all the hugs you want if you don’t call me that.”

Hunk snickered.  “No promises.”  But he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist and heaved up to try and pick him off the floor.

Instead, Hunk stumbled back, eyes wide and mouth falling open.  “Shiro, you’re heavy.”

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Distance

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Hi again! I was reading The Universe of  Us by Lang Leav and it sorta gave me the feels and then the feels gave me an idea, so basically here the idea is??? Everything I do is so cheesy lolol, I’m really and truly sorry???? Also, I wrote this in about half and hour, so it’s totally not the best?? Sorry about that as well?????


Distance

By Lang Leav


It was all I wanted for the longest time-to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.


    Tom’s pillow was wet when she curled up on his side of the bed the night before to fall asleep, and it was still saturated when she blinked her eyes open when she awoke.

Her day had been awful. First, her alarms didn’t go off so she was late to her first class and received a harsh scolding in front of all her peers, then, when she went to grab a coffee, she realized that she had forgotten her wallet. To make matters worse, when she was driving home from school, her car decided that it was appropriate to break down in the middle of the street, before she even had time to pull over. Worst of all, she missed Tom so much that her entire body ached for him.

She was unable to focus on any of her lessons that day because her mind was consumed by thoughts of Tom. She missed the way he said good morning, she missed the way he made her tea, she craved the soft kisses he would give her practically every five minutes.

Tom had given her a key to his apartment and as soon as her car was deemed alright to drive, she rushed over to his place. She knew that he wasn’t there, but being surrounded by all of his things would make her feel closer to him, or so she thought.

As she dropped down into his bed, she lay on the side he always slept on, and glanced around the room. Her eyes watered as she took in the comics and books placed haphazardly on his bedside table, and at the laundry he had failed to do, and at the sweatshirt that he had thrown messily onto the floor. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and sucked in a massive breathe in a lame attempt to stop herself from breaking down.

She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to enter a relationship with Tom. He wouldn’t always be there, and she would never hold that against him, it’s just that she couldn’t think of anything more comforting than to simply collapse in his arms and to allow him to kiss her tears away one by one. She couldn’t even bring herself to call him up, or to send him a text complaining about her day, because he knew that he was most likely having an amazing time with Harrison and she wouldn’t want to ruin that by making him feel guilty for being gone.

So, instead, she cried herself to sleep, wrapped tightly in Tom’s warm blankets.

Tom was confused when she hadn’t messaged him. They always spoke. They would always be texting, and he would usually call two to three times day, just to hear her laugh over the phone. When he said something particularly cheeky, he could practically feel her blush and she would stutter out a response. In fact, Tom had barely spoken to her all day, which was bizarre and he was beginning to panic.

Was she okay? Was she done? Did something happen? Should he call her best friend? Maybe her Mom? Should he call anyone?

As he glared at his cell phone, Harrison hopped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and clapped him on the back. “Alright man, what’s going on? You’ve been scowling at your phone for a good fifteen minutes.”

Tom barely glanced at Harrison before going back to staring his phone down. “She hasn’t messaged me.” Tom grunted out in response to Harrison’s inquiry. “She sent me, like, maybe five texts yesterday and we didn’t even speak on the phone.”

“Maybe she’s just busy with school work?” Harrison offered.

“She’s not, she already finished her midterms and her next essay isn’t due until May 2nd.” Tom brought his hands up to his temples and shut his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up, we always talk. You know that we always talk.”

“Call her, mate. You’re being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s not that deep, she probably had a late night, or her phone died. Call her now and stop looking so sad. It’s bumming me out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, yeah. I’ll call her up right now.” Tom snatched his phone up off of the couch and paced back to his room, already dialing her phone number.

She blinked, rolling onto her side to examine her phone. Her screen was brightly lit and Tom’s I.D. was flashing up at her. She held her phone in her hands and took a second to center herself. Breathing in deeply, she answered the phone as happily as she could.

“Hi,” She could barely croak out before a strangled sob escaped her throat.

“Darling, darling, what’s the matter? What’s wrong, have I done something? Has anyone else done something?” Tom started to panic, pacing across his room. His mind was overcome with a multitude of bad situations his girlfriend could be encountering.

“It’s honestly nothing,” she stated in a small, scratchy voice. “It’s truly fine, I’m just being dramatic. It’s nothing, how’re you?” She asked, her voice breaking again.

“No, sweetheart, it obviously is something quite large, tell me what’s the matter.” Tom bit at his nails.

“Ugh, I’m such a baby, this is literally so humiliating,” She took a deep, shuddering breath once more, “Yesterday was just horrendous and I miss you. You’re so far away, and I’m being childish but I just, I just miss you.”

Tom stopped short. His mouth fell open, and then shut. “Darling,” was literally all he could get out before she began to sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, I know how dumb this is.”

Tom could tell that she really did feel terrible for her tears, and he felt even worse for not being there to wipe them away. “You are not being dumb, don’t even say that. You’re the smartest person I know.” He heard her snort and he rolled his eyes and smiled. “Darling, I miss you all the time, every second, especially when I’m in bed,” Tom stated, hoping to get a giggle out of her.

“Shut up, Tom,” She choked a laugh into the phone.

“You know, yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble and just sat in the corner. Literally, didn’t even grab a book, a coffee, or go on my phone. I just stared at the bookshelves and picked out all the books that you’ve read and all the books you go on and on about wanting to read. I sat there for so long that an employee threatened to kick me out if I didn’t purchase something from their store. I miss you all the time too. I love you, darling, and I’m sorry that I’m away. I wish I could take you with me, but you’re getting your education right now, and that’s much more important than me. Let’s facetime later, yeah, so I can see your lovely face again?”

“I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna facetime now.” She pouted, sniffling one last time.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go to class, and once you’ve come home, you’re going to tell me everything you learned and we’ll have a skype dinner date. Is that okay, love?”

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she agreed. “Goodbye, Tom.” She murmured, cradling her phone to her ear.

“Bye-bye, darling. I love you and don’t be late for your class.”

“Love you back.” She whispered into the phone.

After the phone call was over, she laid back down, and smiled up at the ceiling. Reaching down, she grabbed Tom’s dirty sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and began to prepare for class.

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Dan ate two gummy bears too

LISTEN!!!!!!!!! THI S IS THE SHIT THAT MOST FUCKD ME UP ABOUT THE GUMMY BEAR VID!!! ! ! it mightve totally been a coincidence but you don’t even know how much my heart yearns for the idea that phil truly does have an established rule of eating gummy bears two at a time so they’re not lonely and it’s not just some horrifically cute shit he said for the sake of the video and obviously dan knows this rule too, so before phil even reminds him to take two he was already grabbing two and  like,,, he probs gave phil so much shit for that habit when he first found out about it, and i can just hear his high-pitched whining like ‘philllllllllll you are such a fucking flopppppppp’ but then internally being like, ugh you adorable shit i will obviously have to adapt this habit as well bc you are adorable and to be frank, you’re right, the bears cannot be lonely even as they’re being devoured, we cannot risk this, and that’s some shit children do and GOD!!! WHY ARE THEY UNBEARABLE ALL THE DAMN TIME IM TIRED~~~!!!

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Steve Rogers X Pregnant!Reader

A/N: So, for those who didn’t see my update, I totally broke my computer and lost everything, so I need to re-type all of my fics… FML, right? I’m gunna use my mom’s computer, but it’s a piece of shit!  Thank you for being patient with me! I wrote this short, little fic to hold you over until I can retype everything! Xoxo!

Anyways, I was on YouTube, watching “Momma has a breakdown! Unseen Moments!” from KKandBabyJ’s family vlog (Karen and Khoa with their babies: Jackson and Landon) and Karen was crying from pregnancy hormones and that clip in the video gave me this idea!

Shitty Summary: Reader is 35 weeks pregnant. There are tears. Lots of tears.

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Originally posted by fraddit


“Seriously, child? Again?” You muttered at your belly, making your way to the bathroom.

This was your fourth trip to the bathroom since you had gotten back from the grocery store, a few hours prior.

The baby that was nestled within your belly was supposedly the size of a Honeydew Melon, but it felt like someone had put a fucking bowling ball in your uterus and was trying to crush your bladder. Damn you, Steve Rogers, for your Michael Phelps swimmers. You had to pee all the time! Your boobs hurt, you had stretchmarks starting to form on your body, you couldn’t see your feet anymore, and when you sneezed, you’d pee. When you laughed, you’d pee. When you’d cough… You’d fucking pee!

Where the fuck is this beautiful glow people fucking rave about?

You and Steve had just gotten married when you had found out that you were pregnant. You hadn’t realized, because you had been on birth control, but you kept getting morning sickness and were tired all the time. So, you went to your doctor, who confirmed you were pregnant. (That was when you remembered that you had missed your appointment for a birth control shot by a week, due to a mission.) You were so excited that you ran to the store, bought a Captain America baby onesie, and gave it to him as a gift.

He burst into tears when he understood what it meant.

He was so excited that he called a team meeting and blabbed to everyone. He couldn’t contain his excitement, and almost announced it without you in the room.

Now, at 35 weeks, you were miserable.

Still excited, but miserable.

Your pregnancy hormones were insane. You cried all the time. What didn’t help, was you also had effects from the super soldier serum that was running through your child’s veins. You were constantly breaking things. What sucked was that was the only effect. You were still clumsy, emotional, tired, and the baby broke one of your ribs from kicking. The only thing you got from the serum was the ability to break shit.

“Y/n, honey, the team is back!” Steve called from the other room. “The guys and I are going to watch the game in the living room!”

You washed your hands and waddled back into the communal kitchen to grab your bottled water. You leaned your hands against the counter as the baby shifted around in your belly. “Jesus, kid, get any bigger and you’ll be exploding out of me.” You grunted, taking in a sharp, painful breath as the baby’s foot grazed your rib. “Ow! Fuck.” You continued to take deep breaths, leaning forward to press your forehead against the counter.

“You okay, Y/n?” Natasha asked from the doorway to the kitchen – running to you once she saw you hunched over, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine.

“I’m fine.” You sighed, standing back up, “The baby just kicked me in the ribs.”

She chuckled, moving her hand so it rested on your swollen belly, “You hurry up and grow, so you can stop giving Auntie Nat a heart attack.” She looked up at you, “Want to go watch the guys fight over the game?”

“Yeah, sure, let me just bring the cookies I made earlier.” You smiled, waddling into the pantry, “The baby wants cookies. Not sure where he gets it from.” You joked, full knowing that the sugar loving came from Steve. You were more of a salt lover.

He?” Natasha gasped in astonishment, “I thought you wanted to keep it a surprise?”

Ah, shit.

“I did.” You said, sheepishly taking a bite of a cookie and setting the plate on the counter, “But I couldn’t wait. So, now it is a surprise to everybody but you, me, and my doctor.” You smiled down at your son nestled in your belly, “I can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction when the baby is born.”

She chuckled, walking over and wrapping you in her small, muscular arms, “So much for naming your child after me. Nathaniel is already taken.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Clint already named his kid after you. You’re getting greedy.”

Picking the plate back up, you guys made your way through the kitchen – you much slower than Nat – and into the living area where the men were crowded onto the couches, already yelling over the game. You were mid-bite when, suddenly, something slammed into your leg. Fucking coffee table! Letting out a yelp, you squeezed the plate and it shattered in your hand. The pieces went crashing to the floor and Natasha’s arms were steadying you, since your balance was off.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Steve jumped off the couch, running over as the group of men paused the game and stood up in a panic.

My cookies!” You shrieked, tears pricking at your eyes. Oh, god. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Natasha let out a breathy laugh of relief, letting go to pick up the shattered pieces of the plate.

Fuck.

You burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” You cried, covering your face with your hands as the sobs started getting borderline hysterical. “I made those cookies for you guys, too!”

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards the kitchen, “Don’t worry about the cookies, Doll. We can make more.” He walked you both over to the chairs in the kitchen and sat down in one, pulling you onto his lap, “Shh. It’s alright.”

You threw your arms around his waist and hid your face in his sweater as the hormonal sobs started to get worse. You couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t even know why you were crying so hard, but you felt like there were still so many things to cry about. 

It was confusing. 

Which made you cry harder.

“Hey,” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you tighter and planting a kiss on your temple, “Why are you crying like this?” You tried to answer, but your voice was muffled by his sweater. “I didn’t hear a word of what you just said, doll.”

You turned your face a little so your messy, red face was slightly visible, “There are so many things, Steve!” You wailed, feeling a headache coming on, “I broke the plate, the c-coffee table is in a bad spot, I dropped t-the cookies, I can’t see my feet, it was raining t-today, and I can’t find my favorite pajama pants… I- I- I just-” You turned your face back into his sweater as the sobs got louder and more hysterical.

That’s why you’re crying?” He chuckled, running his hand soothingly up and down your back.

“It’s not funny!” You whined against his chest, trying to wipe the steady stream of tears leaking from your eyes with your hand, “These are real issues, Steve!”

He closed his mouth, opting to press a kiss against the top of your head, instead. Then, he moved his mouth close to your ear, “I’m sorry for laughing, doll.”

“You should be.” You pouted, shifting so that your ear was against his chest to hear his heartbeat. You sniffed, wiping under your nose with your sleeve as your sobs turned to hiccups.

“I love you.” He brushed your hair away from your face, placing another kiss on your forehead.

Stop being cute, you jerk.

“I love you, too.” You sniffled, closing your eyes as the tears finally stopped, “Even if you turned me into an incubator who can’t see her own feet and cries a lot.”

He laughed, and suddenly there was a scrape of a chair being pulled up next to you.

It was Bucky. “I brought you my secret stash of cookies.” He whispered, handing you a package of Girl Scout cookies. “Don’t tell Sam.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes, again. “Oh my gosh, Girl Scout cookies!” The crying started in, once again. Fucking hormones.

“Come on, man, I just got her to stop crying!” Steve complained, rolling his head back in exasperation.

You slapped him on the shoulder, “These are happy tears, you jerk!” You turned to Bucky, grabbing his hand – the vibranium one – and smiling, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Does this mean you are naming your kid after me?” He asked with a wink, squeezing your hand gently in comfort.

“Hey!” You hear Nat shout from the living area, “They are naming their kid after me!”

“You already have a kid named after you!” He shouted back, getting up and walking into the room to argue with her.

“We aren’t naming him after Bucky, either.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wait!” Steve gasped, leaning back to look at you in shock, “Him?”

“Shit!” You yelled, covering your face with your hands in shame, “I was going to keep it a surprise!” Cue the tears. God DAMMIT, Y/n! Stop it!

His look of astonishment turned into glee, “I’m having a son!” His blue eyes were a little misty, and his thousand dollar smile was filled with happiness.

“Yes, you’re having a son.” You said with watery eyes, and a wobbly smile after seeing the look of pure joy on his face. “I was thinking of naming him Grant.” You wiped your hot face with your sleeve, finally getting the stupid crying under control, “He could be named after his dad. Grant Rogers.”

“Hey!” You hear Bucky and Natasha shout from the living area.

You let out a laugh, and Steve pressed his lips against yours in a long – but chaste – kiss, moving a hand down to where your son was resting in your swollen belly. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied, laying your head back down on his chest while he caressed your belly. “And you, little Grant Rogers.”

“What about Grant Nathaniel Rogers?” Natasha yelled, a laugh in her voice.

“No!”

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 6)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: HEY IT’S HERE, DON’T NEED TO HATE ME ANYMORE. Once more time I need to tell you guys how grateful I’m for having Alyssa as my beta writer! Please, please, go to her page @imyourliquor-youremypoison and tell her how much you’re thankful for making me suck less. And about the fic, it’s coming to an end guys :) THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. You guys are the best! ♥ my ask is always open to hear about what you guys think.

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WestAllen Fic:

Title: her own finite time
Pairing/Characters: Iris/Barry
Rating: Explicit
Word Count:  2481  

Summary: God damnit the world is a so dark lately, if she can pry some small spark of joy out of it in half an hour with her amnesiac fiancé doing something a little unwise on her apartment floor, then she’s not turning down the opportunity. 

An extension of the scene in 3x21 when amnesiac!Barry rediscovers his powers, because he and Iris totally had sex right after that, guys.

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“You kissed me and gave me super powers,” Barry is sitting on the floor looking at Iris like she just sprouted wings.

“No, that’s – no,” Iris gently grasps his shoulders, “you got your speed from a particle accelerator explosion. I… just set it off.”

Barry looks unconvinced. “What’s a particle accelerator?”

She has literally no idea how to explain that to him. “We should get you back to Star Labs – Cisco can take you through all this stuff, I’ll call him now – ”

She’s working on getting to her feet and remembering where she put her phone before he kissed her, when Barry is tugging at her wrist. “Do – do you have to?”

“Have to?”

“Call Cisco? I mean, right now – ?” his ears are colouring, his expression sheepish, “I just… I was kinda enjoying – ”

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Read It Wednesday

Week 13 is here!! Fics from this week come from the last two weeks, so please be aware that this one is probably going to be LONG. Keep in mind that sometimes I don’t get notifications for everything I’m tagged in. If you really want me to read a fic you’ve posed, send it to me via IM and I will read it right away. Enjoy this weeks compilation!

*Little note: There are some smut fics that are left out of this. They will be included in next weeks RIW. I don’t read smut while I’m at work, and I won’t have time tonight to read them and get this up in time, so I’ve liked all smut fics I’ve been tagged in to read this weekend. I hope y’all understand!

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Barry Allen/Oliver Queen- Little sister

Requested on wattpad by Elf27627: Ok, I would like a Arrow and Flash crossover where Barry had a baby sister although they thought she died the same night as Barry’s mum although they could never find a body for the baby. When team Arrow go on a mission they find a young child with the same lightning bolt birth mark on her shoulder as Barry’s ‘dead’ sister.

Words: 870

A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it even though the ending sucks.

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The Joker x Reader - “Broken”

After you got shot in the head you were in a coma for a while. When you woke up you were quite broken and The Joker doesn’t like broken things. Getting rid of you seems like the perfect solution.

The Joker immediately turned when he heard the gunshot. You felt the sharp pain for a split second before you blacked out. J opened his mouth in disbelief, wanting to say something but for once he was speechless. He just stood there, stunned, watching Frost as he killed the security guard being heroic enough to attempt a small rebellion on his own.

“WHAT…THE FUCK??!!” The Joker’s voice finally echoed in the building while stomping towards you. Some of the hostages on the floor whimpered in fear, knowing that it won’t end well after what just happened.

“I thought you were watching everybody!” he pointed at his henchmen, mad as hell, kneeling so that he can turn you around. J saw the nasty bleeding head wound and he lost it:

“Kill everybody!! NOW!!!!” He lifted you and your arms went limp, hanging down on the sides of your body. “God dammit! Frost, let’s go, you drive!!” Blood started soaking his purple coat and he squeezed you closer to him, trying to wake you up.

“Hey, Princess, open your eyes! Open your eyes!“ No answer came and he took a deep breath, grinding his teeth, not even discerning the screams coming from the slaughter happening behind him.

He got in the back of the van with you and realized he wasn’t even wearing a shirt that night.

“Frost, give me your jacket!” he impatiently demanded and wrapped it around your head as soon as he got it. Jonny started driving and the Joker kept on wiping the blood off your face with his bare hands, not realizing he got all over his cheeks and hair too. “Baby doll, can you hear me? Don’t make Daddy mad; open your eyes, hm?”  he kept on trying to reason with you, nervously biting his lips.

“Where to, Boss?” Frost shouted, driving so fast he was afraid he will get unwanted attention, the last thing that was needed that night.

“Our doctor, Frosty, where else???!! “ The Joker snapped back at him, irritated about the question. “I don’t care who else we need to get, I want her fixed!… I don’t like…b-broken things…” he muttered the last words to himself, stammering with anxiety, still trying to clean you up.

*** You were in surgery for 10 hours. It was a clean wound, the bullet wasn’t inside: it pierced the left side of your head, above your ear, slightly under the skin surface which was very lucky but still created quite a lot of damage and brain hemorrhage. The best doctors that Gotham’s underworld uses were brought in to help you. J didn’t care about the money they asked or the supplies needed. What was he going to do with all his possessions if his Queen was dead?  It wouldn’t matter, it would be no fun.

The Joker was told there was no way to know when you will wake up or if there will be any nerve damage following your recovery. They didn’t have the courage to tell him you might never wake up. Afterwards, you were taken to the penthouse and one of the spare bedrooms was transformed into your own medical ward. The doctors took turns in coming and checking up on you, changing your bandages, updating your IV medications and the blood tests were coming back pretty good, except for the fact that you wouldn’t wake up.

Since J couldn’t sleep without you, he moved the bed in the master bedroom to your room, this way he could at least doze off for a few hours. All those beeping noises from those machines you were hooked at annoyed him to death but he learned to ignore them after a few days.

The Joker talked to you all the time, sometimes falling asleep waiting for an answer that never came. Most of the times he was answering for you.

* “Hey, Y/N, do you remember when you told me you were pregnant and I panicked, almost pushed you off the balcony? Lucky you told me you were joking before I did it, huh? “ and he started laughing maniacally, ending it with a deep growl, pleased at the memory. “Good times, Doll…”

* “Oh my God, I’m so bored!” He would roll his blue eyes in your face.” Would you wake up, Pumpkin? Let’s have some fun, I’ll take you for a ride. Wanna blow up something? Hmmm? Deal?” J cupped your face, caressing it with his thumbs until he got fed up with that too. “Jeez, Doll, why are you doing this to me?” he would finally rest his head on your tummy, pouting, not liking the fact that you were still like that after 3 weeks.

* “Princess, do you remember when I got angry and I shot you in the leg and you stabbed me? You were soooo pissed,” he snickered, kissing your hand. “We almost killed each other that day.” His crazy laughter filled the room again. “Ahhhh, good times, Doll…” he sighed, delighted at that treasured remembrance.

* J thought you need more tattoos, it was about time he gave you another one. He tattooed “Wake Up” all around your right hand wrist, like a bracelet, and a lot of “I love J” and “Sleepy Head” going up your arm just like bracelet charms . “You like it, Pumpkin?” he brought it closer to your face and when you didn’t react he just replied, proud of himself: “I think I did really good.”

* He pushed the girl he brought from the club inside and she was so scared she was shaking like a leaf.

“ Y/N, if you don’t wake up in 5 seconds, I’m getting a new girlfriend!” J shove her right on your bed. “ 5,4,3,2… 2 and a half…1…one and a half…Doll, come on!!!… Zero!”  Nothing. “Get the hell out of here!” he pushed the girl and she run out of the room so fast she almost fell when she opened the door. “Shit, that didn’t work,” he passed his fingers through his green hair, sulking. Another week went by.

* The Joker brought in a target matt and hanged it on the wall in front of you. He liked to place his gun in your hand, holding it with his, aim and shoot at the target. “Perfect, Y/N, this way you don’t lose practice. You’re such a good girl,” he would kiss your knuckles, smiling and then frowning when he realized you didn’t even know he was there.

* First time you opened your eyes was after 4 more weeks. It was late at night and J was on his laptop,still awake, looking at all the naughty pics you always sent him. He noticed the movement and jumped out of bed, not really believing you’re awake.

“Jesus, Princess, it was about time! I’m sooo horny,” he whispered in your ear and grinned when he noticed your chest going up and down in a silent, faint laughter.

“…My… poor… baby…” you barely uttered, struggling to reach his pale face and he purred, relieved, firmly holding your shaky fingers on his cheek since you couldn’t do it on your own. “…What…happened?…”

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At first, you had a really hard time using your left side of the body. You had bad days and good days. On your bad days you used one of J’s canes to walk around. He used to hide it and watch you struggle, scoffing:

“You don’t need a cane, Doll. Just walk, you’re fine!”

You held on to the wall, fighting really hard to keep your balance.

“I do need it, give it back!”

“Nope,” he simply stated, observing you from the couch until you got to your old room where he still kept the target matt so you can practice shooting again. It almost brought you to tears when you kept on missing; such an embarrassment for a skilled assassin. But it was so hard to control your left hand that kept on trembling. The Joker always sneaked to watch you since you kept the door opened and it made him uneasy to see you were so distressed. And it made him even tenser when he noticed he still liked his broken Doll.

First time you were able to have sex again after your recovery was… challenging. (And to be honest, many more times afterwards.)

He started complaining after 5 minutes :

“Christ, Y/N, your hand is twitching around my neck, it’s freaking me out! Stop it!” and he kissed you again, annoyed.

“Well, baby, I can’t control it, you know that! Especially when I get…excited,” you panted, adjusting your head on the pillow.

“Why are you excited?” J snickered. “Hey, keep your legs around my waist, you know I like it,” he moaned in your ear, kissing his way down your neck.

“I can’t, my left leg keeps on sliding down, I can’t even feel it anymore. I’m sorry, baby,” you arched your back, giggling, amused on how worked up he was about it.

“Can you get on your knees, Doll?”

“I doubt it,” you fakely sobbed, wanting him to shut up and make love to you.

“Can you get on top of me?”

A snarl coming from you gave him the answer.

“Can we do it against the wall?”

You slapped his side, aggravated.

“Jeez, woman, what can you do?!” You covered his mouth, impatient.

“I’m just gonna lay here, ok? That’s all I can offer for now. I’m…helpless so you can totally take advantage of me,” you winked, uncovering his lips so you can kiss him.

“Hmm, I never took advantage of a …ummm…incapacitated person before,” The Joker smirked, suddenly liking the idea.

“Good, because I thought you like challenges,” you laughed, content he is finally satisfied.

“Ohhh, Daddy never backs out from a challenge, Pumpkin,” he gave you that devilish look and pulled your hair while pinning your hands above your head. “This way you don’t freak me out with your twitchy hand.”

“Jerk…” you moaned, lifting your head so you can kiss his Jester tattoo.

“You wait until you see what Daddy has in store for you and then we’ll talk about it…yes?” he closed his eyes, enjoying feeling you again. It made him so ecstatic.

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After 3 more months you are better, but not fully recovered.

He tosses his gun on the floor and urges you to get it.

“Come on, Princess, be sexy for me. Bend over and grab that gun! I’ll pay you!” and he pushes the pile of hundred dollars from his desk on the floor.
“Are you serious?” you lift your gaze from your phone, not knowing if he meant it or not. You’ve been fighting a lot recently and his behavior towards you changed.

“Yes, do it,” he hums, putting the map aside and rolling away on his chair so he can see you better.

“ ‘Kaaayyyy,” you do as asked, and half way through your left leg gives out and you land on your knees.

“Wow, that’s pathetic!” he hisses, and you feel your face burning. “Seriously, I don’t even know why I keep you around: you’re crippled, you can’t kill for me, you’re not great in bed anymore and I’m sick of waiting for you to recover. As you are fully aware, I don’t like broken things, hence it’s time for you to go,” J barks at you and you just watch him, stunned.

“W-what are you talking about?! I’m so much better and I am getting better. I AM NOT crippled!” you almost yell, struggling to get on your feet, not understanding what’s going on.

“You’re useless, that’s what you are!” The Joker raises his voice, having a hard time controlling his temper. “I want you out of here!”

“Are you serious?!” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows, thinking about his cold behavior lately. That’s why, he’s just sick of you.   “After…all these years?”

He sarcastically grunts, crossing his arms on his chest:

“Is that supposed to mean anything to me?! OUT! Don’t make me repeat myself; you can stay tonight so you can sort out the things you want to take.”

“I…I don’t need anything, I have my own stuff,” you reply, backing out slowly, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and maintain your equilibrium.

“God, you’re soooo pitiful, still can’t control your body. How am I even supposed to be with someone like you?! The King of Gotham needs perfection, not trash.”

You gasp, feeling your heart beating faster and faster.

“I am the Queen of Gotham, with or without you, not trash!”  

“Used to be Queen, Doll, now look at you: just another lost cause. Don’t test my patience, get out of here.” He points out towards the elevator.  “ Awwww, are those tears? You never cry. I told you you’re pathetic and broken, this proves what I just said.”

You shake your head, turning around and limping towards the elevator, tripping on the carpet because your bad leg is misbehaving. You hear him laugh:
“Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! So useless!”

You swallow your tears all the way down when your cell rings. You see it’s your informant and you answer right away:

“When Mister J is going to his “Savage” club tonight, it will be an ambush: Sully’s men; they’ll try to kill him. Pass the word.”

“Thank you, Axel,” you mumble, turning off your phone and placing back in your pocket.

I am not telling him anything, the jerk deserves anything coming his way! You decide as you reach the basement’s garage and the elevator’s door open. Let them kill him.

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First thing you do when you get to your apartment is wash away the neon green highlights from your bright red hair. It makes you feel better until the little thoughts pop in your mind: “Are you going to let them kill him?”, “Yes, I don’t care.” “But…it’s J.” “I really don’t care; his men can protect him if they can.” “But…it’s J.”

“Ughhhh,” you cover your face with the small pillow, attempting to erase any feelings you might have from your conscience. “But…it’s J…Come on, it’s J…” the idea keeps on repeating and echoing in your mind until you get up from the loveseat, exasperated.

“Shit, fine, I’m going, just shut the hell up!” you admonish yourself, looking in the mirror. “The asshole doesn’t deserve me…” you conclude, getting the duffle bag with your rifle out of the closet.

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You go and place yourself on the top of the tallest building, about half a mile away from “Savage”. You watch everything through the scope, but so far nothing out of place. Your left hand is shaky again and you put so much effort into controlling it you’re starting to sweat. “Not now, please” you reason with your weak side of the body, cracking your neck. Another two hours pass by and you finally see The Joker’s Lamborghini approaching followed by 3 SUV’s.

You wipe your forehead and concentrate more, looking around carefully as he parks and gets out of the car. Suddenly, you see the four men in black suits, wearing running shoes and you know it’s them: Sully’s men trademark attire. They approach from different angles and you wait until they are fairly close to the Joker and his henchmen. They noticed the assassins too and surrounded J, protecting him. He takes out his gun, waiting, and he watches as suddenly one by one they fall to the ground, their brains splattered on the concrete.

He lifts his eyes, searching the buildings around as his goons get him to his car so he can safely leave. Three more assassins start running towards his Lamborghini and you shot again, the last one collapsing right in front of the Joker’s car. He looks up, but he sure doesn’t have the right building you’re on top of. He knows it’s you and bites on his cheek, growling, taking off with his men before the cops show up.

You wipe your forehead, exhausted, resting your head on the trigger:

“I’m not pathetic and broken.”     Did you want to prove that to him or yourself? Probably both.

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J drove straight back to the penthouse, laying low for the rest of the night. He gets in bed, trying to sleep and can’t because you’re not there. He looks at your empty side of the bed and moves over, burring his face in your pillow-it smells like you. Another hour and he’s still awake, tossing and turning.

“I don’t like broken things,” he whispers, opening his eyes just to see your items scattered all over the bedroom since you didn’t take anything with you. It really makes uncomfortable realizing he feels the exact opposite of not liking you. Or so he believes.

“I really don’t like broken things,” he gets mad, exasperated, forcing himself not to think of anything.

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The sound of your cane hitting the wood floor startles you and you wake up, leaning over so you can reach and turn on the lamp. You see The Joker kicking it again, and again.

“Stupid piece of crap!” he shouts, his green hair all over his face.

“What are you doing here?!” you rub your eyes, not glad to see him at all. “Get out!”

He just comes over and yanks at your hand:

“Let’s go, Doll, you’re coming back, I can’t sleep without you.”

“Screw you!” you pull back, upset he broke into your apartment and has the nerve to act like nothing happened.

“Yes, you can do that too, you naughty girl, I know you can’t wait,” he tries to yank you away again.

The evil glare you give him makes him stop and he regains his posture, sighing:

“You’re coming back; you know I can’t sleep without you.”

“I don’t care!!!!” you cover your body with the blanket like it’s going to help any. He sees your watery eyes and decides to drop it.

“Fine, then I’ll sleep here.” He goes around the bed and gets under the blanket, scooting over so he can be close to you. “Now shut up, I have to sleep, I’m tired as hell!” He places his head on your pillow, waiting for you to get down and join him. You watch him with indignation, sniffling, and kick him:

“Get out of my apartment!”

The Joker ignores your behavior and decides to talk with his eyes closed:

“I don’t like broken things…”
“I’m not a broken thing you presumptuous …” you start your rant, getting ready to kick him again when he interrupts:

“…but you’re my favorite thing. Good, I thought that would shut you up,” he grins, forcefully pulling you in his arms as you struggle to escape. “Ahhhhh, I like it when you’re feisty. Queens are feisty…” he nuzzles in your hair for a few seconds then pecs your lips and holds you tighter. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your green highlights are gone. They’ll be back first thing in the morning, got it?”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” you try to make a comeback but he cuts you short again:

“The hell I can’t! Now shut up, I’m so worn out,” he gets your left leg around his waist and holds it, this way you’re glued to him. “There, I know you can’t hold it yourself.”

When you don’t answer he opens one eye and sees you stare at him with that hurt expression on your face that makes him uneasy.

“Stop it, Pumpkin, I really need to rest,” J kisses your forehead and you whimper, upset:

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Pffft,” he scoffs, “is that supposed to be news to me? Now zip it and I mean it,” he scolds you, annoyed.

“Jerk…” you faintly mumble before closing your eyes.

He just smiles, knowing he will finally be able to doze off.

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prompt #7, #8 (Jordan Parrish)

7.“I heard you’re a player, so let’s play a game.” 8.“please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“we’ve been circling the same area for about an hour now. The nemeton doesn’t want to be found.” Jordan said crossing his arms over his chest.

“well i’m not the one carrying a bunch of dead bodies out here so excuse me if I can’t find it.” I said sitting down on the forest floor.

Jordan joined me shortly looking at his hands. I instantly felt bad, he didn’t know that he was doing this either, and I wasn’t exactly helping with my accusatory tone.

“do you think I want to be doing this?” He said playing with his fingers.

“I know, I’m sorry I said that Jordan, and I’m sorry for dragging you out here this was a waste of time.” I said standing up and wiping off my butt.

Jordan followed suit.

“not a total waste I mean I got to spend time with you.” Jordan said grabbing my hand and lacing my fingers with his own.

“you know you’re pretty boy charm isn’t going to work on me.” I said letting go of his hand.

“pretty boy charm, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said laughing.

This gave me an idea. Jordan has been teaching me self defense ever since I got attacked by Tracy Stewart.

I heard you’re a player, so let’s play a game.” I said smirking.

“a game, what kind of game?” Jordan asked stepping closer to me.

“fight me. fight me and if I win you can’t leave until you find the nemeton.” I said putting my fists up.

“what if I win? what do I get?” He asked stepping even closer.

“what do you want?” I asked feeling my face heat up from how close he was.

“a kiss.” He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I was a little distracted with my thoughts so I was caught off guard when Jordan pushed me, making me fall on my butt.

“hey you cheated!” I said pushing my self back up.

“no I’m just motivated to win.” He smirked putting his hands back up.

I lunged at him trying to catch his arm but he blocked me. He went in for a jab but I ducked.

“you’re not winning that easily.” I said ducking again as he threw another jab.

“I didn’t expect it to be easy.” He said grabbing my arm.

I twisted out of his grip trying to trip him. He got hold of my arm and twisted me around so he was behind me and had me trapped against his body.

Originally posted by sahppire

I could feel him breathing down my neck making me extremely nervous. He won and I was about to kiss him. I turned around but Jordan wasn’t standing in front of me, it was the hell hound. He pushed me to the side causing me to twist my ankle.

“Parrish!” I said watching him walk away.

He started walking straight through the tree line. I struggled to get up, but I eventually did and followed him. He stopped sitting down on the tree trunk of the nemeton. Bodies were scattered all over it. I let go of the tree I was using to support myself and fell down looking at all the bodies.

“y/n!” Jordan called running over to me now that he was back to himself.

“Jordan, don’t turn around.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.

Of course he didn’t listen to me and turned around anyways seeing all the bodies.

“I’m doing all this.” He started turning back to me. “and I hurt you.” He said looking down at my ankle that was a little purple now.

I grabbed the tree standing up.

“Jordan you’re a hell hound you protect the secrets of the supernatural it’s what you do, you’re not killing anyone, that isn’t you, and don’t worry about me i’m okay. Jordan we fight the bad guys okay, you’re not one of them. Let’s get out of here.” I said grabbing his arm to pull him away from the nemeton.

Jordan picks me up walking me back to his patrol car.

“Jordan, please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“a sprained ankle that I caused.” He said his grip around me getting tighter.

“actually, if we’re speaking technically, the hell hound did this not you.”

“It doesn't matter we’re back at the car.” He said sitting me down on the trunk so he could open my car door.

He was very down, and I felt my heart ache for him.

“Jordan come here.”

He walked over standing in between my legs. I put my arms around his shoulders.

“you don’t think you’re the bad guy right?” I questioned rubbing his shoulders.

“I don’t even know who I am anymore y/n” He admitted putting his arms around me and pulling me to his chest.

He buried his face in my neck. I felt something wet and hot and realized he was crying. I lifted his head so he was looking at me.

“Jordan I know exactly who you are. You’re a deputy to the Sherriff’s department, you care about people and their feelings, you’re willing to risk your life to save others. You’re extremely good at fighting, in fact I think I owe you something.” I said pulling his face down to mine.

His breathing got heavier as my lips were practically on his. I captured his lips with mine kissing him slowly and passionately. He immediately kissed back pulling me closer to him. I could feel my cheeks burning with desire as I kissed him. He slowly pulled away resting his forehead on mine.

“should we play another game?” He smirked kissing my nose.

“if the outcome is this, than hell yeah.” I said putting my lips back on his.

prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

Seriously though Jordan Parrish does not get enough recognition either! Look how handsome he is! I’m glad somebody requested him! Question for you all, would you like me to make a new prompt list to chose from?

My blonde-haired, big-brown-eyed 3 year old is helping me make cookies and she just started dancing around the kitchen singing “I’m an itty bitty baker!” and it was super adorable but also gave me a MASSIVE case of feelings about Jack and Bitty as parents because this kid is totally the spirit offspring of Eric R. Bittle.

I just needed to tell someone - because my family will have no idea what I’m talking about - so I’m telling all of you.

Party Foul

A/N: This is the third scenario I’ve written. This scenario was better in my head~ but enjoy this late night garbage  💖

Lmao when I typed ‘third’ I accidentally typed ‘thirst’

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Theme: Collage AU, (briefly) Fuckboy Jungkook.

It was your typical beginning of the year college party.  

My roommate scored an invite from an upperclassman, to which she invited me, and when I expressed my lack of interest in drinking and parties she told me I had to go because I was her designated babysitter for the evening.

“C’mon, someone has to make sure I don’t end up naked on a kitchen table,” she paused, “or end up fair game to every drunk, horny frat boy.” When I ignored her she dropped her arms at her sides with a huff, “Pleeaseee,” she pouted, “Can’t you just like, not drink?” I asked, getting up from my desk. “You know what happens at parties, Y/N. You make a promise not to drink and the next thing you know you wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover in someone else’s bed. Once you step foot into a party your self control goes out the window.” I sighed, “Fine, fine, I’ll go. I’ll make sure you don’t get hammered and that you come home.” She grinned, clasping her hands together. “You’re the best!” “I know.”

I started getting ready, “Are you going all out?” I asked, glancing over at my roomie who was frantically sorting through clothes. “Well duh, is there any other way to dress for a party?” she giggled, pulling out a skin tight maroon tube dress and a black shawl, “Does that mean I have to go all out?” I asked, watching her pick up a pair of black lacey heels. “Well yeah, you have to look hot too, it’s like a girl code.”  “I guess I missed out on reading the bitch bible.” I chuckled.  

I changed into a purple tank top that plunged into a deep v, tucking it into a leather mini skirt. I slipped on my leather jacket and started to put on my heeled boots, “Hey Vi, do you have lip gloss I can use? Preferably clear or lightly tinted.” “Yeah, here,” she came out of the bathroom, I looked up at her as I was zipping the side of my boot, “Wow Vi, you look-” “Hot? I know, and so do you, and kind of badass at the same time.” She winked at me as she handed me her lip gloss, “Thanks,” I grinned.

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As soon as we arrived I regretted it, but seeing as we were already here it was too late to back out, plus I would have a guilty conscious if she did something embarrassing and I wasn’t here to stop it.  

We both walked into the crowded living area, arm in arm, she turned to grin at me, “I know you don’t want to be here but thank you for coming with me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah,” She swatted my arm, breaking away from me to go grab a drink. I looked around, seeing a few familiar faces from my classes or around campus, my gaze falling on a particular face, one that belonged to none other than Jeon Jungkook- college fuckboy. I watched as he was engaged in a conversation with a few other boys, shaking his dark fringe out of his eyes. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, I admit. He brought a bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip, I traced his jawline with my eyes as he tilted his head back, then I found myself staring at his adams apple as he swallowed.  

I released the breath I was holding, cringing at the fact I just gawked at him in spite of disliking him. I wandered off to the kitchen, hopefully to find a bottle of water or something else non-alcoholic. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Vi standing in the corner talking to the guy who invited her, drink in hand- that’s right a drink, no alcohol- I took note that the drinks were being managed by someone. “Hey do you have anything without alcohol?” I asked, the drink tender flashed me a smile, “Designated driver?” I nodded, “Yeah something like that,” I smiled, looking over the array of alcohol displayed on the table. “We have bottled water, cherry pepsi, annnd, well yeah that’s the safe stuff.” he gave a soft laugh, “So what will it be, hun?” he asked, a rectangle grin spreading across his face. “Can I have cherry pepsi, please.” I gave him my best charming smile, to which he somehow smiled wider, “Of course, one cherry pepsi for the lady.” he handed me a can.  

“Hey Tae can you hand me another beer?” Someone asked, coming up from behind me, I moved to the side to get out of his way, “Sure thing, Jeon.” I looked up at him, seeing it was, in fact Jeon, the same person I had been embarrassingly gawking at upon my arrival. “Here you go, one beer.” The drink tender, Tae, said.  

“Staring isn’t polite,” Jeon said, winking and flashing me a smirk as he walked away. “You don’t stare you observe,” Vi said, coming up and draping an arm around me, “I don’t like what I’m observing so far.” I said throwing her a look, she gave me a smile and a squeeze, “Tae, was it? Hit me with a shot.” She said, “Please,” I elbowed her, “Please,” she mocked with a smile. Tae handed her a shot and she threw it back, and handed him the glass. She started to walk away, towards the living room, “Behave yourself,” I called out, she threw her hand up in a wave, acknowledging she heard me. “Ohh, you’re the designated babysitter,” Tae said, giving me a teasing smile. “Yeah, I always am,” I said, popping the tab on my soda, “Can’t you guys like, rock-paper-scissors it out?” he asked, wiping out the shot glass Vi just used. “Well I don’t drink so, there isn’t a point in arguing.” I said, taking a sip. “Ahh, I see~” he said, stacking the little glass with the others. “I’m going to go follow her around, I’ll probably be back for water soon,” I said, he gave me a half smile, raking his gaze down my figure, “Alrighty~ please do.”

I wandered back out to the living area, looking around for Vi, but I don’t see her. I groaned internally, walking further into the hoard of people.  

Great now I have to go on a goose hunt.  

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the hallway of doors.

There’s no way she’s that drunk yet.  

“Looking for someone?” The voice I recognized as Jeon’s asked from behind me, I turned to face him. “Yeah…my friend disappeared.” I mumbled, walking back towards the crowd, “And who is that?” he asked, following close behind. “Tight red dress, long dark hair.” “Vi?” he asked, “She’s outback,” he said, “Oh, Thanks~” I said throwing him a small smile over my shoulder, pushing my way to the outside.  

I broke through the crowd, ending up on the back porch. “Wow it’s so much cooler out here,” I whispered to myself, taking off my jacket to allow the cool air to get to my back and arms. “woohoo! take! it! off!” Vi said, coming up to pull me over to a beer pong set up. “Alright so, you’re gonna throw the balls into the cups and this nice guy is gonna drink whatever you score.” she said, gesturing to some random guy who was eyeing her up with a creepy grin. “What.” I gave her a blank look, “why?” “Because you have good aim, so you’re gonna win for me,” she said, “Win? You can’t win at beer pong.” I said, glancing at the table of cups, noticing they’re arranged in triangles, the top point of the triangles connecting with the same cup. “You do when you go against someone.” She said, grinning at me, I groaned, “What if I lose?” I asked, hoping she didn’t bet herself. “Whatever the winner wants, and it goes for you too. But the catch is you do it blindfolded, from 5 feet away, and you can’t land in your own cups.” she explained quickly, “That’s kind of complicated.” “You’ll do great,” She said, grabbing both my shoulders.

-

She put the blindfold on, and positioned me, and one after one handed me the pingpong balls.

After what felt like forever, which was actually only 20 some minutes, she took off my blindfold, “Do you want the good news or bad news?” She asked, cringing when I gave her a pointed look. “Bad news,” I said, glaring at her. “You lost…by one ball.” “Okay, good news?” I asked with a sigh. “The person you lost against is totally hot, so take advantage of this situation and get your groove on.” I nodded, “Great. You bet me to be fair game with some horny frat guy, which I’m here to protect you from.” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her. “He isn’t creepy or weird! Plus it was his idea, so be mad at him,” she said, pointing to my competitor. I glanced over to see Jeon, with a smug look on his face. She lent in to whisper to me, “He’s really sexy and girls throw themselves at him all the time, but he specifically requested to play with you,” she pulled away, winking at me. “Was that your attempt at making me feel okay with this?” I asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you, Vi.” I shook my head.  

“Alright kid, let’s get this over with.” I said, giving him a grin as walked over to him. “What is it you want? 7 minutes in heaven? A dance? ” I asked, stopping in front of him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, I couldn’t help but to feel like I was suddenly under a magnifying glass. I nervously scratched the inside of my palm. “How about we just see where the night goes,” he ducked his head to be level with me, “I know you don’t drink, but you suggested a dance, let’s start with that?” He asked, giving me an alluring look. “Okay, a dance works,” I answered. “Then, shall we?” he gestured towards the house, “Sure, I’m gonna grab a bottle of water first,” I said, starting off towards the house, giving Vi one last look.  

I stopped in front of Tae and his table of drinks, “Hey, love~” he greeted me with a smile, “Well aren’t you sweet on the ladies.” I smiled back, meeting his eyes, “What can I get you?” “What do I want or what did I come to get?” I joked, “How about both and we’ll meet in the middle.” he flashed me a grin, “Well I want four shots of vodka, but I’ll settle for water, they’re both clear, it’s a good compromise.” I gave a soft smile. “Is the party getting to be too much for you?” he asked, pulling a bottle of water out of a cooler under the table. “Yeah I got caught up in something I didn’t ask to be a part of,” I took the bottle from him, pressing it to the side of my face. “Well I am the ‘bar tender’, and bar tenders are basically therapists, want to tell me about it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile. “Well, my friend bet me in a game of beer pong and lost,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “And now I have to play some college version of seven minutes of heaven.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.

“It’s Jeon, isn’t it?” He asked, a grin splaying across his lips. I looked at him, “I’m guessing this happens a lot,” I said, “He’s known for pulling stupid party tricks like this, usually he picks the willing ones, the ones that throw themselves at his feet.” Tae said, leaning against the counter. “Usually? Implying it’s different this time,” I questioned, also leaning on the counter.  

Tae took a step towards me and leaned in slightly, like he was about to tell me a secret.

“Well, you’re…different.” He said, “that meaning?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in question. “You aren’t just some party slut, you’re out of your element here and from what I’ve heard from Vi you don’t fall easy prey to ‘horny frat boys’ at ‘annoying back to campus parties’ and you don’t drink- and as a result of that you don’t think there’s a reason to come to parties because you don’t get anything out of it.” he smiled, scanning my face, I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that, “I have class with her, she was telling me all morning about how she was going to have to beg to get you here, and let’s be honest, she’s kind of an over sharer, so.” he gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. “So, how do I fit into his game then?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder towards the living room- where I’m supposed to be right now. “Because you’re hot and you aren’t interested in him so it’s his goal to change that,” Tae said, also glancing at the living room. “So it’s all a game,” he laughed, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” He said, “He cheats at whatever party game he plays, the blind fold he used in the beer pong game, it’s thin enough to be see through if it’s pulled tight enough, it’s all rigged so he can’t lose,” he finished, grinning at my shocked expression. “I’m going to kick his ass,” I said, shaking my head as I laughed lightly.

I thought for a second about his ridiculousness, before I hatched a plan, “You know Tae,” I started, glancing over my shoulder again, “I’m going to play my own little game,” I said, smirking at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m in.” I shared my plan with Tae, “I like the way you think,” He said, “Thanks, love,” I said, winking, before leaving to find Jeon.

I found him in the living room, talking to some other guys, I approached him with a smile, “Sorry I got caught up,” I said, giving a polite smile to his friend. “I was starting to think you bailed,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against him, “I’ll catch up to you later, I have a date to dazzle,” Jeon said, pulling me away from his friend to the middle of the dancing crowd.

We danced for an hour, we danced all sorts of dirty, bumping and grinding, roaming hands. I turned around to face him, running my hands up his chest, shoulders, the back of his neck and through his hair. His hands slid from my hips down to my butt; I gave a breathy chuckle, “Someone’s handsy,” I whispered in his ear, leaning in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “What’s dirty dancing without a little touching?” He whispered back, trailing kissed from my ear towards my mouth, I placed a finger between our lips before they could touch. He smirked at me, pulling me closer somehow, even though we were already pressed flush together, “Don’t be a tease,” He said, pulling my hand away and kissing the back of it. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with a smirk. “Well then that’s a party foul,” He said, smirking back. “No, you know what’s a party foul?” I asked, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, gripping my hips tightly, “Cheating at beer pong cause you knew I’d reject you.” I chuckled, unwrapping my arms from him, and stepping away. He gawked at me for a solid minute, before he spoke, “How did you- wait, wait, wait, so wait. Does this mean that this whole hour of you dancing with me was just to get me all worked up so you leave me?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief, “How does it feel to get played for once, Jeon?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile before walking away. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He called after me, to which I just threw my hand up in acknowledgement.  

I wandered through the house and eventually outside, looking for Vi. I noticed on my way through the house Tae was missing from the table, I frowned, wanting to share how my plan went. Once I breached the crowd and landed back on the porch I looked around, spotting Vi sitting the lap of some guy. I cringed and started off towards her, I was stopped when a figure lurch towards me from the side, grabbing my arm. I whipped my head over as I pulled my arm out of the person’s grasp, prepared to snap at whoever it was that grabbed me. Tae stood there, with his hands up defensively “Hey, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I just wanted to catch you before you stepped off of the porch.” He said, a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “No, no it’s okay you just scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, bringing a hand up to cover my face, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, “Well you’re outside so I’m guessing the plan went?” he asked, his lips turning into a sly grin. “It went,” I smiled, pleased with myself.  

“And??” He asked, “I want details, love.” he grinned at me as he ushered me to follow him to the wicker love seat on the porch, I sat and looked over to make sure I could still see Vi. “Okay so like we danced for like a whole god damn hour, and eventually he started getting touchy so I figured it was time-” I told him the run down of what happened, slowly the biggest grin stretched over his mouth and he let out a laugh, “Well aren’t you a little savage,” He smiled at me, “Sometimes,” I admitted, looking back in Vi’s direction, she was still seated on someone’s lap. “She has a class at 8am, it’s almost 2, I should take her home…” I said, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at Vi. “I know I have that unnecessarily early class with her.” He sighed, I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, “I’ll see you around,” I looked back at Tae who was still seated, “See you around~” he smiled at me. I walked over to Vi, setting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey we should go, you have to get up early hun,” I said, she groaned at me, “Fine fine,” she waved my hand away. I looked back towards the house in time to see Jeon walk out, immediately spotting Tae and walking over to him, Tae saw him coming towards him and stood up, greeting him with a crooked grin. Vi got up, much to this guys displeasure, fixed her dress and wrapped her shawl around herself. She wobbled a bit as she walked back towards the house, I stood close behind her so I could grab her if she tumbled.

As I climbed the steps of the porch I looked over at Tae, who locked eyes with me instantly. He gave me a wink and then he slapped his hand on Jeon’s shoulder, “Jeon Jungkook got his ass handed to him by a girl,” I almost stopped in my tracks as I looked back over with wide eyes, I saw Jeon lightly push him just before I walked through the back door, stretching my arm out to grab Vi’s shawl so I wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.

-

When we got home I kicked off my boots with ease where as Vi struggled to not fall on her face as she tried to take hers off, once she got them off she carefully walked towards our small sofa and flopped down on it. “I saw that you spent like 90% of the party either stalking me or chatting with that drink guy,” she said, I nodded, “Well stalking you was my job, remember?” I said, arching an eyebrow at her. “I know,” she said, yawning, “He was cute wasn’t he,” she gave me a lazy smile. “I mean yeah he was nice to look at but I’d rather peel my face off than to be around him,” I said with a light chuckle. “uhm you were basically flirting with him all night?!” she said, sitting up to look at me. “Jeon?” I asked, unzipping my skirt down its side. “No no! The drink dude,” she said, flopping back down. “Oh…Tae, yeah he was sweet.” I said, smiling to myself. “Hmm Tae, Tae…Tae,” she said his name a few times, “I’ll remember for next time,” she said, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch covering herself with it.

-

Two days later I’m standing in the college library, walking through the rows of books, looking for the religion section.  

I saw someone pushing a cart of books and I walked towards them.

Maybe the employee can point me towards the religion isle.  

I walked around the corner of the isle, realizing the employee pushing the cart was Tae. I grinned and walked up to the cart, purposely picking up the book he had been reaching for. “Hey you,” I smiled at him, examining the back cover of the book I had picked up, “Somehow I feel like biochemics isn’t something you’d be into.” he said, leaning his elbows on the cart, smiling at me. “It’s not,” I placed the book back on the cart, “You work here?”  I asked, he grinned, “Nah I just volunteer, why?” he tilted his head to the side, “Would you mind showing me where I would find the religion area?” I asked, he nodded, “Sure thing, right this way hun,” he smiled at me, pushing off the cart and walking off, leaving the cart in the middle of an isle. “Why religion?” he asked, glancing back at me, “I’m a religion studies major,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers along the spines of the books. “Ahh, why that major?” he asked, turning down an isle, and stopping. “I like to learn about religions, their similarities and differences and such.” I answered, running a hand through my hair.  

“Sounds pretty interesting,” he said, a smile forming on his lips, “I think it is,” I smiled as I looked at the rows of books. “Hey, just a heads up, there’s a party on Friday, Vi is going to try and talk you into going,” he said, “Well then I’ll probably end up going.” I said, looking up at him.  

“Are you going to be there?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and cocking an eyebrow, “I will be,” he said, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Are you going to be playing bar tender again?” I asked, taking the time to actually look at his face. He was cute, he had warm brown eyes and tan skin kissed by the gods themselves, he had a cute freckle on his nose, and pretty pink lips. “No, I’m just attending,” he said, “If you want to talk to someone who isn’t wasted, you can always come find me~” he said, giving me a wink as he walked off. I smiled to myself as I looked at the books for the ones I wanted.  

I might enjoy this next party, after all


A/N: The ending was rushed and I didn’t proof read. Thanks for reading~

anonymous asked:

Thanks to you all i've been drawing for the past 48 hours have been TF2 Related- I adore the way you draw Sniper! Do you have any headcanons you mind sharing with us? Could be any merc!

Have you? I feel like my mission has been accomplished I can now disappear from this world— No seriously, I feel less alone, that’s great!

I’m sorry but like 99.9% of my headcanons are about Scout because I love this asshole but if you don’t mind, here we go:



-Jeremy has ADHD and dyslexia

-He got into a lot of fights when he was a kid because other children would mock him for being fatherless/would call his mother a whore.

-He actually knows his father isn’t dead and just left his mother before he was born. But he suffered a lot as a kid before of this, so he just ended up saying his father died years ago. It makes things easier. It makes things hurt less.

-He was jealous when he saw some of his brothers with their dad.

-He always listens to music while drawing, it helps him focus.

-He’s a huge fan of comics and especially Flash. He has thought about becoming a comic artist or a professional baseball player.

-He looks like his mother. A LOT. It’s impossible to miss the fact that he’s her kid.

-He hates syringes. His mother and brothers had to hold him down when they went to the doctor because he would start acting like a wild animal and try to run away.

-He gets along really badly with some of his brothers.

-Jeremy and his brothers are extremely protective of their mother. But she’s a boss at kicking life in the ass so yeah, she never needs/wants her kids to stand up for her. “I handled this before you were even born, boys, it’s sweet but thanks no thanks”

-Money was very often an issue in the family. 

-It doesn’t stop him from being awful at saving money/using it wisely

-He has a signed Boston Red Sox shirt, obviously. (80% sure he got scammed and it’s a fake one)

-He wants attention 24/7, he craves acceptance badly, he’s anxious about not being seen as “part of the team”

-He can be surprisingly supportive when you need him to.

-He has no filter when he speaks. Expect the best and the worst. At least he’s straightforward?



-Spy was a member of the french resistance movement during World War II (@r-stern totally gave me the idea and I freaking love it) and he fought against Vichy France

-He has a natural talent for manipulation. He has always known how to make people do what he wants them to do.

-He sucks at dealing with genuine emotions though. He has an hard time saying “Sorry” or “I love you”

-300% bisexual

-He met Scout’s mother in a cafe where she was a waitress. He moved from France a few days before. She definitely lighted up his day.

Pink Panther

da da da daa….. (click here if you want the song in your head!)

Pinky the Pink Panther came to the hospital looking, well, a little sad.  He was very thin and dirty.  His person had written originally back in 2014:

I met Pinky when I was about 3 at a hardware store, of all places.  I guess they were doing a partnership with the insulation manufacturer that uses the Pink Panther as their mascot.  Anyway, he had a green banana around his neck and a white cowboy hat glued (!!) to his head.

As is probably obvious, he’s been with me a lot of places, to college, London, France, and lives with me now, usually perched on the back of the couch or on my shoulder :)

Replacing the fabric is something that really should be done, but I’m addicted to the texture at the tip of his tail, where it is soft and has a directional grain to it.  My priority really is fixing his broken neck and whatever other loose seams there are.  I guess I’d like an estimate in two parts–one with fur grafts and one without.

Let me know what you think!  He’s absorbed so much love and so many memories!

Well, three years later I get another email:

I know it’s been a while since I originally contacted you.  This has been on my mind frequently, but I’m finally getting to a point where I think I can bear to be parted with Pinky for such a long time.

Of course, things haven’t stayed static for 3 years.  I’ve attached a new picture to give you an idea of how his condition has deteriorated.  If you could provide any updates to the quotes you gave me before, I would appreciate the info!  I am leaning a little more towards total recover, maybe with hot-swappable tail, if that’s possible.

After some email conversation, we agreed the best treatment would be to give Pinky a spa and recover him in new fabric.  Here he is on arrival:

Here he is in the spa:

Now for his dark pink fur, there was a nice, short nap pink that matched his cleaned fur:

His muzzle, belly and feet looked like they may have been pale pink originally, but his person opted for a whiter fur for them.  Here he is recovered and with a first run at stuffing:

But… that was a bit too stiff, and his tail, well, new just wasn’t right.  So I took out some stuffing, and took off the tail fur and he did some flips before his person wrote:

Looks good.  Let’s bring him home!

He took the new tail fur home with him… just in case he needed it in the future.