you two should be ashamed

  • [Pansy and Daphne are in Transfiguration. Daph is dozing off.]
  • McGonagall: [lecturing]
  • Pansy [to Daphne]: Hey, pay attention. McGonagall is one of the foremost Transfiguration professors in the country.
  • McGonagall: [still talking but is intrrupted]
  • [Theo enters]
  • Theo: Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
  • McGonagall: I'm right in the middle of a class, young man.
  • Theo: I know, I'm sorry, I just -- [Runs up to stand by Pansy's desk.] Pans, you can't just walk out like that. Not after everything we've been through. You just left. I was still in bed. I mean what is that all about?
  • McGonagall: Ok, you need to do this later.
  • Theo: I can't do this later. Pansy I love you. I love you, dammit! How many times to I have to tell you? God! Just talk to me.
  • McGonagall: Ok, out right now! Out! Just get -
  • [Blaise enters.]
  • Blaise: Theo! What are you doing, man?
  • Theo: Get the hell out of here!
  • Blaise: She's with me now. I told you that. Let it go.
  • Theo: I will not let it go! Everything was fine until you came along!
  • Blaise: Oh, don't blame me because you couldn't keep her.
  • Theo: I swear to god, I'm gonna kill you!
  • Blaise: Oh, I'd love to see you try.
  • [Theo lungs at Blaise. Boys begin fighting]
  • McGonagall: Stop it! Stop it right now! Cormac, get Hagrid! It's not the time or the place for this. Break it up! Gentlemen! You are losing control! You are in a classroom.
  • [A piercing police whistle blows. Into the classroom walks Draco, dressed in a British bobby uniform.]
  • Draco: All right, that's enough. Break it up, you two. Pansy Parkinson, you should be ashamed of yourself! Toying with these boys like this. They used to have pride. They used to have dignity. They used to have balls. Damn it, Parkinson! Give them back their balls.
Your Savior - 5


I am so sorry that this took so long to get out! I am finally over my stomach virus and was able to get this done today!
Thank you as always for taking the time to read the nonsense that I have created in my head!
I had an absolute blast writing this chapter! It did stretch a little longer than I expected, but I really wanted to portray this part well. I hope I have managed to do that! 

 
Link to Chapter 4


Warnings:

Mentions of rape, swearing, violence, gore

Chapter 5



“Thomas! Bill! Get your sorry asses over here now!”

You heard the shuffling of feet in the dirt as the two men hastened to obey their given command. “Yes Boss? What can we do for ya?” Tommy answered, stopping a few feet from you and your companion. You chanced a glance up at the two men from your position on the ground. Tommy looked as cool as a cucumber, no trace of worry reflecting on his features. Bill, on the other hand, was shooting nervous glances between you, Tommy, and the man with the bat.

“On your knees. Now.” His voice was cool, but his eyes flashed darkly. His presence commanded authority, and the vibes rolling off of him sent chills down your spine, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to raise up.

“Sir?” Tommy questioned, slowly moving to his knees. “Is there a problem? ‘Cause I sure….”

SPEAK ONLY WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TO!” The man roared at him, bringing forth absolute silence from the entire crowd. He turned and looked down at you and extended a leather-clad hand. “C'mon Doll, there’s no reason for you to be down in the dirt.”

You stared at his hand for moment, before looking up to his face. The fury that had been etched there mere seconds before had been replaced with gentleness and compassion. You gingerly took his hand and slowly rose to your feet, taking a deep composing breath before turning to face your attackers keeping yourself positioned just behind his comforting presence.

“Now boys, we seem to have ourselves one hell of a goddamn dilemma here, and I just cannot have that.” He began pacing in front of the two men, swinging “Luillce” absentmindedly. “For things to keep running as smoothly as they have been around here, I need reso-fucking-lution, and I need it now.” He made his way back to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, causing you to flinch unconsciously. “Now, this little lady here, well she’s had a bad fucking week. While she was out minding her own business, just trying to survive in this fucked up world, two…” he struggled a moment to come up with the right words, “COWARDLY BASTARD-ASS SONS-OF-BITCHES, ATTACKED her, RAPED her, STABBED her, and left her for dead.” Hearing your story broadcast to all of his people, all of those strangers, brought hot shame to your face and tears to your eyes. You hung your head low, refusing to look at the crowd. What must they think of me? To be in this world and not even be able to defend myself against two men. How stupid!

“Well that’s terrible Boss! What can we…” Tommy began.

DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKING SPEAK?!?!” He roared and waited for Tommy to silently shake his head before taking a breath and continuing on, resuming his pacing. “Now that would be problem enough boys, but it just gets worse from there. You see, being goddamn smart, and bad-fucking-ass, not to mention tough as HELL, this little thing here took the knife that she had been stabbed with OUT OF HER OWN FUCKING SIDE to fight back and managed to escape.” You heard several murmurs from the crowd after this, but it didn’t take long for a tense silence to once again take over.

He knelt down in front of Tommy and Bill. “Now, do you want to hear the really interesting part? I’ll bet you’re just dying to hear it.” He was obviously enjoying himself, he was grinning dangerously and even snuck his tongue out from between his pearly white teeth to lick his bottom lip. “The knife that was used to attack her, do you want to guess who it belongs to? Go ahead, take a guess.” Tension hung in the air, hot and heavy. It was a rhetorical question, but still he sat inches from the two men as if actually waiting for an answer. “It belongs to ME.” He said darkly, pulling it from the dirt to show it to the men. “See? It has my girl Lucille on it, and I do believe that you have a knife checked out from the inventory that I don’t happen to see on you right now. Now how in the holy fuck did that happen?”

Tommy had finally started to show some signs of stress, you could see sweat building up on his forehead, and his voice had lost that confident swagger. “Well sir, here’s the thing, a few days ago Bill and I were out scavenging and I, well I lost it, I knew you’d be mad so I didn’t say anything. I’ve been hoping to find or replace it…”

“You…lost it?” He asked incredulously. “That’s what you’re gonna go with? Goddamn, I knew you weren’t smart but holy hell. Alright.” He was rubbing his scruff as he got to his feet, obviously feigning thought. “You know what else I find really interesting about her story? Out of this whole camp, ALL of the men here, she managed to pick YOU two sorry sons-of-bitches out of the crowd. If you ask me that’s pretty fucking interesting. Now why would she do that? Why you two?“ He looked at the two men with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“I-I don’t know Boss. Maybe she’s just confused? After something like that I’d imagine the thoughts in your head get a little fuzzy.” You snapped your head up to stare incredulously at Tommy, rage building up inside of you.

“How fucking dare you!” You spat at him, meeting his eyes for the first time without fear. The man in the leather jacket’s presence the only thing keeping you from leaping at him and clawing his eyes out.

“Easy there darlin’, easy!” He chuckled, walking back toward you. “Thomas, I’d be careful if I was you, she looks pretty damn pissed off.” He said over his shoulder to Tommy. “Now sweetheart, he does have a point.” You snapped your head to glare at him as he began pacing and rubbing his face again. What?!?! “How can I take just your word that these two men, MY two men attacked you? I’ve known them for a long time now, and you and I just met. How do I know that you AREN’T just confused, or lying. Maybe Thomas here DID lose his knife and someone else happened to pick it up and THEY attacked you instead of my guys.”

Your chest heaved and your voice shook as you answered him, you were so furious you could barely breath. “It was them. I know it was them. I will NEVER forget what they look like. Why does he have a scratched face, then huh? It’s because I cut him trying to escape! Bill too, on his right forearm!” Does he seriously not believe me? After all of this?

“Well that’s a fair fucking question! Thomas? Bill?” The man replied gleefully, waiting for an answer.

“These are from a bird. A hawk or some shit. We startled it in the woods. It flew up and attacked us.“ Tommy answered smoothly, obviously having thought of this answer before.

“A, bird?” The man asked. “Fuck, well sure.” He rubbed his eyes wearily before looking again to you.

“My pack! If they are as dumb as they look they actually brought it back with them. It’s khaki canvas, and I can list every supply inside of it, including a picture of my and my sister!” Explain your way out of that one asshole!

The man sighed, turning to Simon, who immediately walked away, returning after just a minute or two with a clipboard full of papers. “Well sir, it does say here that last week Bill and Thomas checked in a khaki canvas bag. Supplies include…”

“Don’t bother Simon. Thomas? Bill? Want to explain that?”

“We, we found it.” Stuttered Bill, finally speaking. “It was abandoned out on Old Mill Rd, where we were scouting.”

Goddamn it. I can’t do this anymore. You looked away and stifled back a sob. They can’t get away with this! Your savior saw your reaction and came over to you, gently pulling your chin back to look at his face. “I believe you doll, I do.” He whispered too quietly for anyone to hear.

“Then why are we doing this?” You cried quietly. “If they aren’t going to stand trial or something then just let me leave! I can’t stay here with them!”

“Oh sweetheart, this is the only fucking trial they’ll get. Around here I am the judge, jury, and goddamn executioner. But I can’t just have strangers coming into my camp accusing my people of things. I need THEM to believe you too.” He whispered nodding his head toward the crowd. “Just give me SOMETHING to give to them.”

It makes sense. He has to lead these people. You turned to Tommy and Bill and stared directly into their faces. Tommy had started to smirk, thinking that they were going to get off scott free. He even winked at you cockily. Your veins filled with ice, you closed your eyes but his face was still there. This time above you, panting. No matter how hard you fought…Your head snapped up, and your eyes locked with Tommy’s. This time, you were the one to smirk.

“I bit him.” Tommy’s smile faltered as soon as the words left your lips. “On his right shoulder, around the collarbone. I drew blood, there should be a mark.”

The man sauntered over to Tommy, and pulled the collar of his shirt down, exposing an angry-looking bite wound. He clicked his tongue. “Well Thomas, I just don’t think you’re going to have an excuse for this one. Do you mean to tell me, that two grown, healthy, well-fed, well-trained men were outsmarted and overpowered by this little hellcat here?” He laughed, pointing the barbed-wire-covered end of the bat at you. “Well now, that’s just downright embarrassing! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!”

Tommy began stuttering nervously. “She-she wanted it! She begged us for it! I don’t know what happened to her after we left but..”

CRACK!

Your mouth flew open in shock as he brought “Lucille” down brutally on Tommy’s head, cracking his skull open and spraying blood everywhere. You heard several screams from the crowd around you. “You lying sack of shit!” He raged. “How DARE you! You. Don’t. Deserve. To. Live!” Brutal swings punctuated his every word. He was a man possessed, continuing to beat Tommy’s head well after he was dead, leaving only an unrecognizable bloody pile of brains and skull fragments.

You stared at the pile with a hand over your open mouth. He deserved it, he was a terrible person. If hurt you, he would hurt others. The brutality of what you had just witnessed shook you to your core. In all the ways you had pictured Tommy getting his retribution, you had never pictured…this.

“Goddamn I love the smell of justice in the morning!” The man crowed, swinging a now blood-soaked Lucille, spraying blood in an arc in the dirt. He walked back over to you, a swagger in his step, slightly breathless and asked, “How was that darlin’? Everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” He reached a hand toward your face, which you immediately flinched away from.

"Hey.” He said softly. “Hey!” He said with slightly more urgency this time. You finally looked up, studying his face. It was flushed from the effort of swinging the bat, but behind the exuberant glow in his eyes, confusion and concern was growing. “Aw shit. I fucking scared you. Listen doll, I can’t lie and say that I didn’t enjoy the hell out of that. Thomas, well he deserved to die for what he did to you.”

You looked down, overwhelmed by the emotions running through your head. “What I CAN tell you,” he began, reaching again for your face, but stopping just before touching you to allow you to decide to accept it or not. After a few seconds you leaned your face into his ungloved hand, feeling the rough skin of his fingers gently caress your face before lightly tilting your face up to his again. “Is that I would NEVER hurt you, or let anyone else ever hurt you EVER again.” He promised in his low, gravely voice.

Warmth flooded your chest, and a few silent tears ran down your cheek before being wiped away by his thumb. You smiled lightly before glancing at Bill. “What happens to him?” You asked quietly.

"Well, he does still need to be fucking punished.” He started slowly, as he pressed Lucille’s handle into your open palm.

You backed away in shock, staring at the bloody weapon in your hand. “Me?!?!” You looked at Bill, your heart racing. “I-I can’t. I’m not, it should…” you stuttered, heart racing, trying to hand the Lucille back to him.

"You’re not what, doll? Strong? Well we know that that’s not fucking true! You CAN do this! You SHOULD do this!” He leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, sending shivers instead of fear down your spine, “you know you want to, even if you aren’t ready to admit it to yourself yet. I’m giving you the opportunity to make. Him. Pay. Embrace the anger, the fear, and use it so you can move on.”

Your grip tightened slightly on the wooden handle, and you looked at Bill, still on his knees in the dirt beside Tommy’s remains. You remembered his hands on your arms, holding you down as you screamed, his breath hot and needy in your ear while Tommy violated you. Your face hardened and you took a step toward him.

"Wait! Wait! Boss, listen!” Bill plead. “I get why ya had to cap Tommy, I do! We don’t rape, that’s one of your biggest rules!” He looked nervously between you and the man behind you. “But, listen! I never raped her! It was all Tommy, I swear!”

“But you would have.” You replied quietly, feeling the tension in the air. “While you were holding me down for him, you BEGGED him to hurry so that you could ‘have a turn’. And if I hadn’t escaped you absolutely would have taken your turn.” Your heart buzzed in your ears and you panted slightly. You turned to look at the man standing behind you, asking for permission to continue. He nodded, silently granting your request.

“Please, wait…” stammered Bill.

You tightened your grip on the wooden handle and cooly stared Bill down. You walked toward him slowly, like a lioness on the hunt. His fear was intoxicating. Once it had been you pleading with him, and now he was entirely at your mercy. You could understand now why your savior had enjoyed killing Tommy. You drank Bill’s fear like sweet nectar, feeling emblazoned with every step you took toward him, lightning crackling through your veins.

“Don’t worry baby.” You cooed at him. “It’ll only hurt if you struggle. But honestly, I kind of hope you do. I like it better that way.” You were able to enjoy one last moment of his fear as you repeated his own words back at him, before you brought “Lucille” down onto his skull with a bone-cracking swing.





************************************************** Aaahhhh! Sweet, sweet justice! I’ve been dying to dole out what Bill and Thomas had coming to them since Chapter 1!


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Everyone knows

He’ll kill me. He will, what am I thinking.

Harry returned to his book, but as he read the same boring line in his potions book for the sixth time, the words dull in his mind, meaningless, he gave up once again. He let himself watch the sunset that could be seem through the window of the library. On the wall next to Draco.

Shit, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? Because watching the sunset meant watching Draco, who kept his head down, reading one of those huge transfiguration books Harry thought only Hermione was brave enough to open. The orange sunlight wasn’t suppose to make anyone look that beautiful, especially Malfoy, but it did, somehow. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and, without the gel to keep it neat, the strands curled around the edges, his bangs covering his eyes. Harry could swear his hair was shining, almost like a Veela’s hair and he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because they’d been sitting there for almost three hours now, because the library was empty, because he was so close, right beside Harry…

‘You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes and, even though I understand you have no manners whatsoever, I thought Granger had already taught you… Potter?’

Malfoy had finally looked at him and, by the change in his expression, from the usual sneer to one of actual concern, Harry must’ve been looking like someone about to throw up. After all, that was how he felt. 

‘Potter? Hey, what happened?’ He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, getting closer as he did so so he could look Harry in the eyes. That concerned look was something Harry never would’ve thought he would receive from Malfoy. Actually, he could never have imagined he would spend so much time with the other boy during his eighth year, get the chance to talk to him, touch him, study with him for three hours straight without wanting to kill him. 

But it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted to talk more, all the time, or just listen to Draco’s voice for hours. He wanted to touch him, but not only small, friendly touches. He wanted all he should have wanted with Ginny, with Cho. 

Sometimes his mind would trick him into thinking Draco wanted the same thing.Those were dangerous times.

Just like in that moment.

‘Do you want me to call Madam Pince?’ He was so close. Too close.

Harry tilted his head and Draco noticed. He looked around quickly before returning his gaze to Harry’s face. Was Malfoy blushing? He didn’t move, but Harry did. Slowly he placed his hand on Draco’s cheek, their lips so close now he could smell mint from his mouth.

Harry kissed him, brushed their lips lightly at first and them actually pressed their mouths together. Draco wasn’t kissing back, though. 

'I’m kissing you’ Harry whispered against the other’s lips and kissed him softly again before opening his eyes. Why wasn’t Malfoy screaming and pushing him away?

When Harry looked at him, though, he realised something wasn’t right.

Draco was so red Harry was almost sure the boy was overheating. 

'Draco? Fuck, I- Sorry, I shouldn’t- ’

'Shhh!!!’ Draco’s hand was suddenly covering Harry’s mouth. The boy looked around again, more vigorously this time, to check if they were still alone. Harry removed Draco’s hand, holding it firmly, everything a mess in his head. 

'What the fuck…’

'Are you an idiot? We’re in the fucking library! All the fucking time in the world, all the opportunities you had, and you decide to kiss me in the library?!’

'Opportunities? Draco, I…’

'I shoud’ve known you’d do something like this but I had to listen to fucking Pansy and Granger…’ Draco ran his free hand through his hair, his face still pink.

'You wanted to kiss me… Then why?’ Harry tried his best not to move closer, grab Draco by his robes and kiss him again.

'What do you mean?’ Draco looked at him like he was insane.

'Why didn’t you?!’

Your friend and Pansy told me to wait. They told me to fucking wait because 'Oh, Harry doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings and you might scare him if you go too fast’ and I’ve been fucking waiting for you to do something for almost three months now, you imbecile!’ Draco was whispering so fast Harry thought he’d misunderstood something. 

'I’ve wanted to kiss for six months now, you prick!’ His hand wouldn’t let go of Draco’s despite the blond’s atempts to free himself from the tight grip.

Draco grabbed a small, but heavy, book from the table and hit Harry square in the chest.

'Then why didn’t you!’

Gentlemen!’

They stopped suddenly, turning their heads as the figure of Madam Pince appeared from behind the closest bookshelf.

'You should be ashamed, two grown men fighting like first years! If I hear one more whisper I’ll kick both of you out of here!’

Their fingers were still intertwined under the table and their cheeks were flushed.

'Sorry’ they whispered at the same time. Madam Pince gave them her best disappointed look before turning around and walking away. 

'They know?’ Harry asked as soon as Madam Pince disappeared.

Draco gave him an annoyed look, much like those Hermione used to give him everytime he talked in the library.

'Everyone knows, except you, apparently’ His tone was sarcastic but there was sadness in his eyes. Harry placed his hand on Draco’s cheek for the second time that day, catching the blond’s attention.  

'I’m sorry. I still want to kiss you’ He tried I little smile and gave Draco a peck on the lips. He smiled back and Harry felt a pleasant, warm feeling in his chest. He loved to see Draco smile.

'You are an idiot’ He said but kissed Harry again, and again, small pecks that sent electric shocks to that warm spot in Harry’s chest. 'I’m gonna kiss you in front of that bastard Finnigan. He’s the only one convinced you don’t actually want to snog the shit out of me.’

And Harry laughed and kissed Draco again. And again.

Madam Pince kicked them out eventually but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

4

until you see him pt. IV 🌿

Walking the distance.

1 | 1.2 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

the flash sentence starters
  • ❛ you don’t have to do this. ❜
  • ❛ [ pronoun ] doesn’t talk much anymore. ❜
  • ❛ who the hell are you? ❜
  • ❛ i have to say, i am extremely disappointed. ❜
  • ❛ you don’t even know how powerful you are. ❜
  • ❛ you’re a rotten shot! ❜
  • ❛ are you telling me i can do that? ❜
  • ❛ leave him unharmed. ❜
  • ❛ did i forget to say this might sting? ❜
  • ❛ you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. ❜
  • ❛ i know you’re here. ❜
  • ❛ you’re not safe here. ❜
  • ❛ don’t worry about me. ❜
  • ❛ damn it, [ name ]. ❜
  • ❛ how are you still alive? ❜
  • ❛ check these out! ❜
  • ❛ stop thinking like that, okay?! ❜
  • ❛ this is not okay!! ❜
  • ❛ the two of you should be ashamed of yourselves! ❜
  • ❛ what the heck is going on?! ❜
  • ❛ i don’t know if i can deal with something like this! ❜
  • ❛ you’re wasting your time. ❜
  • ❛ don’t give up on [ name ]. ❜
  • ❛ you’re amazing. ❜
  • ❛ what is it? ❜
  • ❛ you made basketball sound more boring than football! ❜
  • ❛ give me a little time. ❜
Joffrey: Sweetness in the Bath (silly name I know..not good with titles)

Imagine Joffrey dismissing the servants so you and he can have a quiet bath together.

(Hope you like it! i am in love with sweet Joff i swear…if only he hadn’t killed Ned….)

(Word Count: 2,135)

“Your bath is ready My Lady,” one of the many servants who had been hired to tend to you day in and day out said as the metal tub was finally full enough with water and scented liquids. Turning to her, you smiled and nodded toward your handmaiden to help you undress. Just as your dress and underclothes landed in a pile on the floor at your feet there was a hard, knock on the door that made you stiffen.

“My Lady, are you expecting company?” your handmaiden asked softly as she grabbed your robe and helped you into it.

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Maybe Baby

Request by curliesallovertheplace

Hi! Could I request a Dean x reader where they’re dating and the reader discovers she’s pregnant but wants to keep it for herself cause she doesn’t know how to handle the situation. But Cas can feel the baby with his angel mojo and tells Dean. Thanks!

Hope you like it :)

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Positive


You stare at the little white stick in shock, the sickness and general feeling of being under the weather all explained by one little test. 

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anonymous asked:

can you please do a part 5 of the Matthew gray gubler finding out that he going to be a daddy

I have had multiple requests for a Part 5…so here it is, comin’ ‘atcha! leonkassi, I hope you enjoy this!  And blueeyedvirginiagirl, this is especially for you.  My heart and soul goes out to you in your time of need.  I am so glad that I can be a slight light in your tunnel of darkness.  Let me know if there is any other way in which I can be of service.

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue)


“I still don’t understand why it was necessary,” Matthew grumbles to you as you walk in from the mailbox.  “Just tell me who asked for it.”

“It’s alright,” you reassure him.  “It is just for a piece of mind.  Because of who you are.”

“But what does that even mean!?” Matthew laments. He wanted to know who had asked for the DNA test.  He wanted to know who was questioning his judgement.  After all, it was his decision whether or not to stand by you, whether it was his child or not.

“Just consider it a reassurance,” you say as you hand over the envelope.  “Now, go open it with your family.  I am going to go take a shower.”

Hearing Matthew sigh, he turns to walk into the living room.  You, however, slip off to take a warm shower. Yes, you did understand why his sister had requested having one, but it still made your stomach churn a bit.  There was no accusation, but you just couldn’t shake it.

That feeling.

Letting the warm water cascade down your body, you find your hand drifting to the ever-so-slight convexed slope of your lower body.  Smiling to yourself, you realize that, no matter what, you will always have him.

Or her.  But it felt wrong to call it a her.

Coming back to reality, you hear the growing commotion in the main room.

“All I did was ask, Matthew!  She didn’t have to, but she was considerate enough to do it!” you heard his sister say.

Uh oh.

“It was none of your business.  This is my decision, whether it’s my child or not.” As you lean your head against the fogging glass of the shower, you feel a knot form in the back of your throat.

“You have no idea the kind of woman she is.  What she has endured. The things she enjoys doing.”

“Matthew, no one is questioning…”

“Then why the test!?” Matthew yells.

“BECAUSE WE DIDN’T WANT HER TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU!” his sister screams.

As tears stream down your cheeks, you keep the shower running as you dry off and put your clothes on.

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Matthew, red-faced and heated, storms from the living room and into your room.  As he stands at the door to the bathroom, he begins ranting.

“The nerve of them! I cannot believe she asked you to do that, Y/N.  That was not her place and I am so sorry.  I swear to you, it doesn’t matter to me if that child is mine or not.  I mean…it does, but I would like to think that you and I are friends, and I would have helped you in any way necessary.  After all, everyone needs someone in their life.”

Pausing, he knocks on the door, “Y/N, are you in there?”

Furrowing his brow, he twists the knob of the door.  “Y/N?  I’m coming in.”

As Matthew opens the door, his heart leaps to his throat when he realizes that he has opened the door to an empty bathroom and an open window.

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Sitting in a diner, hair sopping wet, the waitress brings you your food.  2 pancakes, 2 eggs over-easy, extra crispy toast, 3 strips of bacon, and a milkshake.

“Here ya go, darlin’,” she drawls out, and you look up at her and smile, if nothing more than for the little reminder of home.

At least, the home you used to have.  When they were all alive.

“Thank you,” you say.  As you take a long pull from the milkshake, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Relax, you think to yourself.  Just relax.

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Panic flowing thru his veins, Matthew dashes out of the bathroom, stumbling for his shoes and keys.

“Matthew, sweetie,” his mom coos, “what’s wrong?”

“Y/N.  She’s not taking a shower.”

“What do you mean?” his sister asks.

“I mean she’s not in the damn bathroom.  And the window’s open!  And her clothes are gone!!”

As everyone stares at Matthew with their jaws hanging by a thread onto their faces, Matthew looks at them and hisses, “and it’s because of you.”

As he turns to walk out the door, his sister says behind him, “Matthew.  I’m sorry.”

“Don’t tell that to me,” Matthew ways, his back to her.  “Tell that to Y/N.  That’s who has been hurt.”

“Where are you going?” his mother implores.

“To find her, Mom.  And I’ll be gone as long as it takes.”

As Matthew closes the door behind him, his father speaks for the first time since the debacle started.

“You two should be ashamed.”

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“Y/N” Matthew shouts out the window.  “Y/N!”

I’m shouting at her like a lost dog, Matthew thinks.

As tears well up in Matthew’s eyes, panic shakes him from his head to his knees.  This woman, the woman who is carrying his child, who came in like a whirlwind 2 weeks ago, forever changing his life, is out here somewhere.  In a place she doesn’t know.  Carrying the child of a man she doesn’t know.  In a part of the country she doesn’t know.  Driving roads at night she doesn’t know.

Pulling over to the side of the road, Matthew can’t catch his breath.

If I were pregnant and overwhelmed, where would I go?

Realizing that Y/N had not eaten since this morning, Matthew whips a U-turn in the middle of the road.

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Scraping up the last of your pancakes, you lean back as your stomach expands to it fullest potential.  You never knew that diner food could taste so good.  You remember the days of diners with friends, and how it was always the good company that made the diner so special.

Whatever the case may be, you were full, and you weren’t crying.  That was about as much as you could ask for in your particular scenario.

Getting up from your booth, you take your ticket up to the register.  As your waitress walks over, she takes it from you and rings you up.

“That’ll be $12.93, miss,” she smiles.

As you rummage thru your purse, you come across your latest ultrasound picture.  A smile creeping its way across your face, you feel your eyes start to burn again.

Closing your tired eyes, tears slide down your cheeks once again.  And just as you go to hand her your card, you hear a voice resonate from behind you.

“I’ll get that,” Matthew says.

Joe Sugg imagine || White jealousy. ||

Anonymous said:

Can you do an imagine where James (Oli’s younger brother) has a crush on the reader and when hoe and the reader start dating he gets jealous and tries to break them up.

- - -

Sitting in Oli’s apartment with Joe, you were both watching BBC news, not by choice but just because you were both too lazy to move from the couch to grab the remote, you had one leg over Joe’s leg, who put his other leg over yours to which you put your other one over his as you both sat cuddled close together on the couch, his arm was around your shoulder, your hand on his upper chest.

You had been dating Joe for around two weeks, he finally asked you out after you both liking each other for the past two years.

A knock came at the door and you both looked in it’s direction. “Oli, door!” Joe called toward the bedroom where Oli had gone ten minutes ago. “Heard it!” He called back, before he appeared, opening the front door, he smiled. “Hi.” He said brightly. “Hi Oli.” His moms voice filled the apartment. “Hi Misses White!” You called from the couch, looking in the doors direction and she poked her head in through the frame, “Hi (Y/N).” She giving you a smile, “Joe.” She added with the same smile still on his face, “hello.” He waved at her.

“Now, Oli – you’re sure you don’t mind James being here for the weekend?” She turned her attention back to her oldest child and son.

Shaking his head, Oli laughed; “of course not, mom – go enjoy your weekend holiday with dad.” He assured, taking a backpack from his moms hand. “Where is, James?” He wondered looking confused, “oh, he’s still in the car fixing his hair,” her voice turned low like she was letting out a secret, “I might have mentioned Joe and (Y/N) were over so he wanted to fix his hair up for (Y/N)” She giggled, which made Oli laugh.

It wasn’t a secret James had a crush on you, he made it pretty obvious – especially within the last several months gone by when you were helping Oli move his stuff to London because your car was bigger, you all thought it was kind of sweet.

“Oh, okay.” Oli was still laughing, but stopped clearing his throat as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

James entered the apartment after saying good-bye to his mother, he came through the doorframe looking down at his phone, “hi James.” You said with a smile which caused him to look up quickly, “Hi!” He exclaimed brightly, his cheeks going red, Joe started to snicker a little but you elbowed him lightly. “Shh.” You muttered.

James had done a double take seeing the position Joe and you were in on the couch and he stared between the both of you, before he looked away again picking up the Wii U controller. “We should probably get off, I still have a video to edit that goes up tomorrow morning.” You looked at the time, before looking at Joe who nodded. “You sure you wont stay for take out?” Oli wondered, looking up from his phone while standing in the kitchen.

“Love to, but you know the editing struggle is real enough sometimes.” You laughed and Oli nodded as you and Joe uncrossed your legs from each others and you stood up.

“I think you should stay,” James looked up, watching you and you smiled. “Not this time,” you said with an apologetic tone seeing the disappointment in his face. “But – maybe tomorrow you and Oli could come over for pizza or something?” You offered and James smiled. “Yeah! I mean – we can right?” He looked at Oli, but he wasn’t so much asking him.

“Yeah. Why not.” Oli nodded with a smile, seeing James light up even more in the face and eyes, “awesome! Can’t wait.” He had put the WiiU game pad down and stood up, coming over to you, he hugged you tightly and you looked up at Oli who looked amused, you hugged him back.

“See you guys tomorrow.” You waved as you finished putting your jacket on. “Bye (Y/N)!” James said waving back at you, “see you guys.” Oli said.

You left the flat, Joe taking your hand into his and you started the walk home…

… You were sitting in the desk chair in the bedroom you shared with Joe your feet were up on the edge of the bed as he was folding his laundry finally after leaving in it the dryer for two days.

You glanced over as your phone lit up and your eyebrows knitted together seeing the text from a number not in your contacts, you picked it up and laughed. “What?” Joe asked glancing at you.

“I think James stole my number from Oli’s phone.” You admitted, looking over the text message, “why?” Joe asked curiously botching the folding on a t-shirt he was holding and tossing it into the dresser anyway.

“Just gotta text from a number not in my contacts saying; Joe and you don’t look like a good couple, I’d break up.” You laughed a little bit.

“Awh, Oli must’ve told James we were dating.” Joe said, before laughing a little. “are you gonna reply?” He wondered and you shook your head. “No, I don’t think so.” You didn’t see the point.

“Poor kid,” Joe said taking his laundry basket that was empty back into the hallway.  “I mean, it’s cute in a way – but also a little creepy.” He said coming back into the room.

“Says the guy who had a massive crush on a sixth form girl when you were like ten.” You snickered as he gave you the middle finger.

“Older women are so… Sexy.” Joe said with a growl making a clawing motion with his fingers and you burst out laughing. “Oh please, you’re killing me.” You shook your head. “If he keeps texting my girlfriend though, I’ll have to have a serious talkng to him.” Joe nodded seriously.

“He’s twelve, he’s pretty harmless.” You rolled your eyes…

… The following evening had come and Joe had ordered a large pizza, chicken wings and a salad, the table was set up and you heard the buzz from the intercom.

You slide on your socks to the door and pressed a button on the touch screen. “Hey.” You said seeing Oli and James standing there. Before you buzzed them up.

“Hey.” Oli said smiling taking off his jacket, “we come with gifts.” James and pushing by Oli a little bit, he was holding a brown bag which he opened and pulled out a bottle of white wine. “For you, m'lady.” He said charmingly holding the bottle up to you.

“Oh why thank you.” You smiled taking the bottle. “Ouu my favourite.” You looked at the label.

“I know, I remembered.” James winked at you and you laughed as Oli scoffed. “Oh please, I was the one who thought we should bring wine – you just tagged along.” He rolled his eyes.

James flashed him a dark expression and Oli smirked. “Behave James or I’ll have to put you in time out,” he teased. “Shut up.” James said at him and Oli rolled his eyes again.

“Alright Oli?” Joe said coming upstairs, “alright. You?” He nodded. “Alright.” Joe said coming over to the counter. “Ouu wine!” He said brightly.

James had been following Joe as he walked across the kitchen, “I didn’t know you’d be here.” He admitted and Joe looked down at him. “I live here…” He pointed out.

“With (Y/N) who he’s dating…” Oli added which James looked more annoyed. “Shut up Oli.” He looked at his older brother.

“I’m just saying dude, they are dating – get over it, it’s too late.” He was laughing at him in a mocking way and James narrowed his eyes. “Shut up.” James said again in a darker tone of voice.

“You don’t need such negative people in your life.” James was looking at you now, “I don’t?” You asked looking up from the bottle of wine. “Short negative people.” He said looking at Joe who looked slightly offended. “But at least I’m tall enough to do this.” Joe winked at him, leaning in he kissed you quickly before you had reaction time and he started to laugh along with Oli.

“He’s got you there buddy.” Oli admitted with a nod.

“No one asked for you opinion.” James said nastily at Oli who cleared his throat. “And she’s too good for you.” He pointed at Joe. “You wont treat her right.” He added. “And you, you suck!” James snapped a little upset at Oli before he turned around and left the flat quickly.

“Oh jesus.” Oli sighed, heading for the door. “I’ll go … Honestly, what’s wrong with you two? Mocking him, you should be ashamed of yourselves.” You shook your head at them while slipping on a pair of flats you had by the door…

“Hey…” You said finding James sitting on the front steps outside of the flat, you sat down beside him. “Hi.” He said lowly and you looked out onto the empty street. “So, about inside.” You said trying to figure the right words to use. “I’m sorry about that.” James said quickly glancing at you, he had an apologetic and embarrassed look on his face.

“It’s alright.” You assured him. “I just, like you so much and Oli’s been teasing me about it all day, I just got angry.” He explained and you nodded understandingly. “Well, it’s not alright to be rude to anyone but especially not your brother, Oli is a pain in the ass – we all know that.” You nudged him a little which made him smile a small smile. “But he loves you and tormenting you is just a way of showing it.” You added, “but I understand how it feels to be tormented; so in a way I can’t blame you.”

James looked up at you, “you’re really pretty, (Y/N).” He was looking at over your face and you smiled. “Thanks James, but a lot of girls are pretty.” You pointed out, you didn’t want to hurt his feeling but you also didn’t want to give him any wrong impressions either. “Not as pretty as you.” He mused and you breathless laughed.

“Don’t you find girls in your class pretty?” You wondered and he made a horrid face, “no! They’re all gross.”

“But they’re girls! Just like me, how can I not be gross but they are?” You asked him and he paused, “that’s just weird they are like … I don’t know.” He shrugged. “They aren’t as pretty and as funny as you.” He nodded.

“I’m sure they are, you just have to talk to them, plus they are your own age.” You added.

“Think about it this way, I’m twenty-three,” you explained, “twenty-three is halfway to forty-six which is halfway to ninety-two – which is old as hell.” You weren’t sure where you were going with this, but you kept rolling with it, “girls in your class are twelve, that’s only halfway to twenty-two which is young! Really young… So do you wanna girl that’s going to be young and cool to date or something old like me who’ll be wrinkly and probably needing a walker?” You asked.

Remaining silent James was in thought about it before he looked up. “I didn’t realise you’d be getting old.” He admitted and you nodded your hands were in your hooded sweaters pockets. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be dating anytime soon.” James had come to realisation and was rejecting you from something you weren’t even asking for.

“I understand.” You nodded trying to go along with him. “But, I’ll catch you around.” He added, he lent in and he kissed your cheek before he stood up going back inside of the building.

“I was just rejected by a twelve year old who liked me…” You whispered.

Psych ( USA ) sentence meme ( part 1/? )

 Psych ( USA ) sentence meme ( part 1/? )     [ credit to ofsentencefragments ]

“I call him Dwight. ”
“Look, if I understood what you were saying — I’d still be a virgin.”
“If you don’t know the answer don’t make up words.”
“When did my house become a day-care center?”
“Save it for your online roleplay.”
“That’s how babies are made?”
“Close the blinds, shut the door, and remain completely silent — this is big.”
“Do you know how many secrets I’m keeping from you already? You totally trust me.”
“Someone didn’t drink their courageous juice this morning.”
“Don’t be an idiot. I’m not one of your fans. I barely even like you.”
“It’s a good thing you’re here, we were just about to do some scrap booking.”
“That was hot!”
“I’ve heard it both ways.”
“You’re probably going to be eaten by carpet beetles.”
“I don’t have my toothbrush! I don’t have my multivitamins!”
“Why would I be mad? I’m locked in a museum with a possibly a violent criminal and probably an angry mummy spirit. Oh, and here’s a bonus we have no phones.”
“Don’t worry about it. I honestly didn’t know I was going to be putting my foot up your ass, life’s full of surprises.”
“You want me to poke you in the eyes on the roof?”
“You keep a stun gun in the birdhouse?”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a dream killer.”
“One part ice cream, two parts awesome.”
[ high pitched screaming ]
“C’mon son.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself and your family.”
“There’s a Lieutenant Crunch here to see you.”
“Before we get started we always like to ask a few preliminary questions. Standard stuff. Let’s see, one: did you kill that guy?”
“Suck it.”
“This makes me want to weep and then die.”
“You heard about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?”
“Remember: you treat a woman like a person, then a princess, then a Greek goddess and then like a person again.”
“I call it very close talking.”
“Are you a fan of delicious flavor?”
“Is it just me or is this unbearably boring?”
“It’s not like I’m wearing a giant moose costume.”
“Me gusta queso.”
“How about you play six degrees of kiss my ass?”
“That sounds like a totally disturbing game.”
“No I’m not mad. I’m happy! I’m thrilled! I love looking like an idiot!”
“Seek help.”
“I file these words under “Things to say when I want to be ridiculed or kicked out of bed.”
"In my portrayal of you, you only have an eighth grade education.”
“I am so sorry if my agonizing pain is inconveniencing you.”

Ichihime in Labor! (short fic)

Anon: “hello, can i request a short pic during orihime’s labor on kazui. and the gang(ss,arrancar,vizards,nakamas) joins in the frantic fun.much to ichigo’s annoyance lol”

Push, push, push!

The doctor kept a calm aura around her in hopes of calming Orihime down throughout this entire process. But her hopes were crushed. Orihime was crying. The pain was unbearable to handle, especially since it was her first time going through labor. The sweat poured unceasingly down her face, leaving her hospital gown stuck to her back because of how damp it was. Her lower back ached in tremendous pain. She continuously pushed with an extreme force that she didn’t know she possessed until now. It has been the longest four hours of her life, she didn’t know if she had any leftover energy to continue. Why was this baby taking its sweet time to come out?! Not only was she in incredulous amount of pain while in delivery, but she was furious

The doctors and Ichigo held in their laughter whenever Orihime visibly got mad after each push knowing she hasn’t gotten anywhere. Ichigo stood by her holding her hand securely. He wanted to wince out from how tight she was holding on to him, but resisted for her sake. He felt like HE was in labor. The stress was apparent on his face, though he would only whisper encouraging comments to Orihime. His hand was being crushed by monstrous strength, could you imagine his pain? This is when he thought to himself, ‘okay, okay, one kid is good enough. I can’t go through this pain again, hell fucking NO.’

Hours have passed from what felt like weeks strolling by, but nonetheless, he was finally here. Kazui Kurosaki. How could he have ever deserved this tiny delicate human? He hovered over Orihime to get a better look at his son, awed at the sight given. Orihime, who finally calmed down thanks to the baby finally being out, couldn’t have been any more happier. Her tears of joy is what moved Ichigo. This was his life. This was his future. Orihime and Kazui were going to be present for it all. He silently said his prayers for a second before giving his full and undivided attention back to his two loves.

Ichigo’s family had arrived at the door as soon as the baby was born. Ichigo’s dad was being his usual self, even going as far as holding Kazui up in the air reenacting the famous Lion King scene. His dad left the room with bruises all over his body, and his two daughters scolding their father on the way out. They mentioned that they were going out to shop for food since Orihime didn’t like what the hospital had in store for her.

A soft knock was coming from the door before it swung open slowly with the Doctor appearing. She smiled gently, “Congratulations once more. I wanted to let you know that more visitors may proceed to come in now, but it would have to be four at a time, unfortunately.”

“That’s fine. Thank you, from all three of us.” Ichigo beamed in high spirits turning back to Kazui. The doctor then left the room for their own privacy.

“Would you like to hold him, Ichigo?” Startled, Ichigo grinned at Orihime. “Yeah.” Orihime gently held Kazui in the appropriate way, cautiously giving him to Ichigo. He had welcoming arms for his son, while he fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. “Hey…hey baby boy… You’re finally here, Kazui…” Ichigo went on whispering to the boy. “I’m a dad…I’m your dad…

Orihime enjoyed seeing how Ichigo was handling this baby business. She smiled gently while resting her head back on the pillow at the sight.

All of a sudden, what do you know, Kenpachi barges through the door. “Where’s the boy?”

Ichigo gave him a baffled and cautious look, “May I ask, why the hell are you here? And why the hell would I let YOU hold OUR baby?! Hell no!” Kenpachi gave him a stern look and took a few steps closer towards Ichigo, whispering something in his ear. Sweat instantly poured down Ichigo’s forehead as he quickly but carefully handed Kazui over in Kenpachis arms, mumbling a few insults under his breath to the big guy. This left Orihime giggling at the two.

Out of nowhere, Kenpachis loud voice startled them. “What a cute boy!” Ichigo was flustered and hushed at him obnoxiously, “Don’t wake him up! If he opens his eyes and sees you, he’d be crying for days!” Laughing at his joke, Kenpachi sent Ichigo a glare which shut him up almost immediately. He purposely looked over at Orihime and congratulated her, leaving Ichigo out of the conversation. “Thank you! It was hard work, but he’s finally here. And that’s all that matters to me.” Ichigo smiled at Orihime lovingly, “Same here. Thank you, Orihime.” He gently placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“What’s his name?” Kenpachi asked with a new found curiosity that took over his expression.

“It’s Kazui.”

Kazoo? Seriously? Why would you name your kid Kazoo?,” he mumbled underneath his breath. Ichigo countered immediately with an aggressive tone, “K-A-Z-U-I! It’s Kazui! Kazui!” Ichigo was persistent with his reply, looking more annoyed than ever. “Alright! Your time is up, get out!”

With that, Kenpachi left, leaving a few bruises on Ichigo’s face while he had the chance. A sudden knock on the door interrupted Orihime and Ichigo’s small conversation with Kazui.

Come in,” Orihime hummed in a gentle manner.

What do you know, Shinji appears in front of the door with his big goofy smile. Another person appeared behind him, it was Hiyori. Ichigo’s face was full with distraught.

“What a surprise.”

“Ichigo! Be nice.” Orihime turned her attention to the two before greeting them, “It’s nice to see you guys.”

“Shut up, Ichigo. If it makes you feel any better, I’m here for Orihime and the baby.” Shinji and Ichigo both slammed their heads together, showing off their temperamental attitudes. Hiyori showed up in the middle of them, pulling them apart by tossing each body at different sides of the room.

“Ouch! You little bi-

Shut up!” Hiyori walked up to a frightened Orihime and snatched the baby almost too easily away from her. Orihime kept a worried look plastered onto her face, “J-j-just be care-careful with Kazui! Please…

Shinji got up after a minute of composing himself and tip-toed behind Hiyori. “Ahh, he looks exactly like Orihime.”

“He may resemble Orihime, but I have a bad feeling he’s gonna become an idiot like his father,” Hiyori added wittingly.

Get out.” That was enough to make Ichigo pissed off.


Moments passed until Ichigo let in more people. Rangiku and Toshiro were very loving and supportive during their visit, much to Ichigo’s surprise seeing how Kazui had a soft affect on Toshiro. Even the arrancar payed a visit. The ARRANCAR. Ichigo could’ve sworn that Grimmjow nearly kidnapped the damn kid! A brawl almost struck out until Kazui started bawling, much to Ichigo’s amusement since Grimmjow nearly felt bad for making a baby spill tears. Tons of people from the soul society payed their horrendous visits, leaving Ichigo more and more protective over Kazui. None of them were careful with his son, which only stressed Ichigo out.

Last but not least, his nakama. Chad, Renji, Uryū, and Rukia. Ichigo finally let his guards down when his friends were present in the room. He trusted them enough to keep the environment serene for the baby and Orihime.

“Wow, Kurosaki. I’ve got to hand it to you. Didn’t think you would end up having a bright future after all. I thought you would end up still stuck in your delinquent days, but you surely proved me wrong.” Uryū spilled. “I think what had me surprised is that Orihime actually said yes to a guy like you.”

“Watch it. I can easily have you kicked out. Only reason I invited you here was because if I didn’t, I know you would have cried or something.”

“Oh shut up you two.” Rukia kept her smile enact as the two continuously bickered back and forth. “Yeah, listen to Rukia. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. Orihime must be tired of listening to your ass whining all night, Ichigo.“ Instead of arguing back with Renji, Ichigo merely nodded in agreement. "You’re right, sorry Orihime. I haven’t thought about that…damn. I’ve been going at it all night, haven’t I?” He peered down at her caramel brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moment. “Please Ichigo, don’t apologize. I know you’re just being protective over Kazui. I wouldn’t want anything else.” She returned a kind expression to him, which worked and eased his nerves.

Chad broke the long comfortable silence, “Again, congrats you two. We’ll head out now and leave you guys your space. You deserve it.” Chad knowingly grinned at both of them while waving as he walked out. Uryū, Renji, and Rukia all followed behind while giving their last congratulations to the three. And with that, the was door softly shut, leaving the small family with their much needed privacy.

Sorry for the long break! College has been killer with the homework load. 


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What if Lisa raised the Kurosaki kids?


As requested by anon. :)


We’ve already imagined what would happen if Ryuken raised the Kurosaki kids But what if Lisa did? How would Bleach be different then?


1. In this universe, Lisa gets custody of the Kurosaki kids after both Masaki and Isshin die.

For….some reason. I’m guessing Urahara is involved.

Lisa: Hello, children. I am your new mom.

Ichigo: A-are you a relative?

Lisa: No but the shady guy who set your parents up thinks I should get custody, so here I am.

Lisa: Otherwise, people might realize that your dad’s whole entire human life is fake.

Ichigo: WHAT

Lisa: See we’re bonding already.


2. The Kurosaki kids would know all about their heritage.

Lisa believes in curiosity - she herself likes to, say, spy on captain’s meetings to get information. So she would totally encourage it in her kids, as well. So if any of the Kurosaki kids asked about their parents, Lisa would give them answers.

Yuzu: What was mom like?

Lisa: She was pretty cool, for a Quincy.

Karin: What’s a Quincy?

Lisa: A specialized tribe of humans who honed their innate spiritual pressure abilities into killing hollows.

Yuzu: Hollows?

Lisa: …

Lisa: Yeah this might take a while.


3. Lisa would read with them.

Because as we saw with tiny Nanao, Lisa likes to read with children.

Lisa: Thanks to me, the kids are already reading at a sixth grade level.

Lisa: And they have an extensive vocabulary.

Lisa: …sometimes more extensive than the teacher might like.


4. She would let Yuzu do the housework still.

Because Lisa is just a little bit on the lazy side. She’d rather read then wash dishes. And since Yuzu is offering…

Karin: Mom!! You’re supposed to be helping Yuzu with the dishes!!

Lisa: I am helping.

Lisa: Scrub 1 scrub 2 scrub 3…

Karin: …

Karin: I’d complain but it’s not like I’m helping either.


5. She would give Ichigo the sex talk.

Which would not be a day that Ichigo remembered fondly.

Lisa: Ichigo, do you know how sex works? Mechanically, I mean. 

Ichigo: W-what?? Why are you -

Lisa: Like, what goes where?

Ichigo: Y-yes! Stop talking!

Lisa: Okay. 

Lisa: Then we move straight to Lesson 2: how to have good sex.

Lisa: You might want to take notes.

Ichigo: I AM GOING TO BLACK OUT WITH EMBARRASSMENT


6. She would offer porn to guests.

You know, just to be polite.

Rukia: A-and that is how I lost all my money and have no place to stay!

Lisa: Sure you can stay with us.

Lisa: Here. Have a magazine.

Ichigo: MOM STOP OFFERING PEOPLE PORN


7. She would shamelessly spy on Ichigo.

Much like Ichigo’s canon dad, Lisa would listen at Ichigo’s door when something interesting seemed to be going on. Because Lisa likes to eavesdrop.

Karin: What are you two doing?

Yuzu: Karin, shhhh! Ichi-nii has a girl in there!

Lisa: And it doesn’t sound like he took my lessons to heart at all.

Karin: YOU TWO SHOULD BE ASHAMED!


8. She would encourage Karin to follow Ichigo.

Remember back when Karin started to figure out that something was up with Ichigo and tried to ask Ichigo about it? Well, Lisa would definitely encourage that sort of behavior.

Lisa: If you really want to know what Ichigo is up to, you should just follow him.

Karin: But -

Lisa: Unless you just want to be curious forever.


9. In Soul Society, Ichigo would still be shocked by Yoruichi’s naked body.

But for different reasons.

Ichigo: ?!?!?!?!

Yoruichi: What’s wrong, Ichigo? Never seen a naked woman before?

Ichigo: I-I just can’t believe that porn women are real! I mean, you are FLAWLESS! Just like the magazines!

Yoruichi: …

Yoruichi: Wow you’re much more perverted than you let on!


10. Lisa still wouldn’t get involved initially.

Like Isshin, Lisa would initially stay away from Soul Society business and let Ichigo handle everything. Because shinigami though she might be, Lisa is still pretty cool with letting other people do the work.

Ichigo: Okay, but if you’re a shinigami, then why am I killing all the hollows ‘n’ stuff?

Lisa: Training.

Ichigo:

Lisa: I am an excellent parent.

“W hi c h   do   yo u   P R E F E R . … .. ?”

*You cannot grasp the true form of Toriel’s attack!


Can you believe this started out as a shitpost (But as per my usual style, I got WAY to carried away while drawing it)?

I blame @sweetlileliza and @determinedxsoul for the idea. You two should be ashamed of yourselves.

EDIT: Frisk is smol now. =3

Lucky (Michael Smut)

Summary: You get insecure about that fact that you are a black woman dating Michael, a white man, and he devises a plan to fix that insecurity


Whenever you and Michael had gone out together you were used to the looks you got from older people. You obviously weren’t a conventional couple, he was full of tattoos and wore ripped up skinny jeans and muscle tees. While you were more studious, usually wearing cardigans and scarves with boots and skinny jeans, but if anything was to be said about opposites attracting that was extremely true for you and Michael.

You were out for dinner at a nice restaurant, and of course Michael had refused to put on nice clothes so you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. “Babe,” he said reaching across the table to grab your hand, “You have got to stop worrying what everyone thinks of us, let’s just enjoy our night okay?” You sighed and agreed, but you couldn’t help but feel like someone was still staring at you. But you shook it off, and focused on your date.

However, about halfway through your meal an older lady, probably in her eighties, came over to your table and just stood there looking back between you and Michael. You looked over at Mikey but he just shrugged so you decided to handle the situation, “Umm, hello ma’am! How can we help you?”

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Den Mother - part 2/?

Avengers/Bucky x SingleMom!Reader

Warnings: probably some adult language somewhere in there

Part 1

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Part 3

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Part 7

Part 8


You always dreaded going into work on Mondays, with two days of you being gone tidying up was always the worst! But today was different. You didn’t just dread the tidying and piles of dishes that would have built up, you were terrified of The Avengers asking you about Noah. Terrified Bucky didn’t keep his word. With a sigh you gave your son a kiss on the forehead before taking him off to his bus stop, waving him goodbye as you did every morning before hopping onto your bus to get to work early enough to have coffee ready before the bulk of the team woke.

As you stepped off the elevator into the main living areas of the tower your eyes went wide with disbelief. You wandered around the shared space floor mouth agape in wonder…All the surfaces had been cleared of the trash and clutter that normally accumulated over the weekend, no empty bottles or half empty glasses by Tony’s wet bar….the floors had been cleared vacuumed and mopped…..Someone did half of your Monday morning’s work! It had to be Steve, you thought before rounding a corner and entering the kitchen. The sight you were greeted with was such a shock you might have suffered from a heart attack if you were a weaker individual.

Bucky was just finishing wiping off the dining table, the sound of the door opening drew his attention from his cleaning to you, and the sight of you put a smile on his usually stoic face. His eyes drunk you in, remembering the very different you two days prior. “Good morning (Y/N).” He greeted with a smile. “Tony had gone a little overboard last night.” He made a drinking gesture with his metal hand. “And I was thinking about all the stuff you do for us and how you have to do all of that at home too…and I felt bad so…” He held both his arms out triumphantly.

“Thank you Bucky.” You exhaled gratefully before turning your attention to the coffee pot.

“I would have done that,” He explained sheepishly, “but I like the way you brew it better.” A smile danced across your lips at the compliment as you prepared the sweet life giving caffeine that got everyone going in the morning and starting on some spinach omelets and a side of sausage for everyone. “Ok, so Tony’s going to be hung over….so….” You said to yourself before grabbing the blender and sticking a banana, some dates, yogurt and some baby spinach in it and hit blend. “Hangover smoothie for him…” Bucky sat down watching you move and predict the needs of everyone for the morning, both amazed at how much he didn’t realize you did and a growing sense of guilt over what he said on Friday (even though he already apologized well enough). And soon he found his thoughts drifting back to this weekend, how different he felt while playing with little Noah, the sense of peace it brought him unlike any he felt since his Winter Soldier days. His thoughts were snapped back to the hear and now soon enough though, by the sound of a mug being set on the table in front of him. His eyes snapped down to find that you had made him a cup. Confused, he took a sip…it was perfect. “How did-?” He looked up to you with a questioning tone…he had always poured his own coffee.

“I pay attention…Also…You don’t care much for my fried eggs, and the lavender fabric softener is your favorite because it helps with your night terrors.” You said confidently, Bucky colored impressed.

The morning rolled on as it normally did, Pietro tried asking you out, Clint bickered with him, Tony gulped down your hangover cure, but everyone seemed to notice Bucky sitting at the table, watching you as you attend to everyone, weaving through the growing crowd of super heroes, knowing the layout of the day like the back of your hand. He couldn’t help wondering how you did this every day? Was it a mom thing? Or were you just special? Once the group cleared Steve and Bucky both got up clutching their plates. Steve raised a brow to his best friend, surprised to see that he had lasted this long in the same room as you without finding some way to upset you or storming off.

“See, I told you he’d warm up to you.” Steve said softly with his boyish smile, placing his empty plate in the sink. You smiled back warmly, watching the super soldier leave with a sigh…One thing you’ve never been able to figure out was if you actually liked Steve, or the idea of him, or if Noah insisting on having Captain America EVERYTHING just gets in your head. Bucky watched you watch Steve leave, his smile falling into a more blank expression, though you really weren’t sure why.

“Thank you for not telling anyone.” You said timidly before watching Bucky saunter off towards the gym, his flesh hand waving to you. You just stood there a moment, watching the direction he was leaving in, digesting the events of the morning.

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“So what was up with this morning? I thought you hated (Y/N)? Didn’t trust her?” Steve asked Bucky, exchanging blows in the middle of a sparring session.

“We worked it out.” He replied, his moves slowing as his thoughts drifted back to Saturday afternoon.

Steve chuckled, noticing the difference. “You starting to carry a little torch for her aren’t you?” He accused with a teasing tone. The only answer Bucky gave was a sweeping leg to knock Steve to the ground before walking off to a corner to work on his knife skills.

“Better be careful there Cap…I think Bucky-boy over there might try to steal your girl.” Tony teased as he walked up to the sparring mat.

“(Y/N) isn’t my girl.” He answered with a chuckle.

“No, she’s mine.” Pietro chimed in, from his seat next to his sister who was just chuckling at the boys arguing over you.

“She likes Steve.” Bucky said said with a rather flat tone, matching the expression he had after breakfast. “She watches you, when you aren’t looking.” Steve felt his cheeks flush and turn a shade of pink, and Pietro folded his arms with an angry huff before his eyes flickered up to the door to find you dropping off some towels and bottles of water for everyone. His silvery eyes followed yours, right to the star spangled soldier…of course if he had kept following your line of sight he’d have found a different target, The Winter Soldier.

Ever since the playground you couldn’t shake a lingering thought of him. Noah looked so happy playing with him, and the two looked so natural rough housing…But Noah’s favorite part was Bucky lifting him up by the metal arm to pretend he was flying…Bucky was all Noah had talked about on Sunday, he so much wanted to see him again.Your eyes lingered on him as he flipped the knife between both hands slashing the air and you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. His long dark hair whirled around his head as he spun, catching you in his sight but didn’t break his fluid movements. Your gaze on him finally broke when you felt a puff of air hit your face signalling Pietro’s exit.

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“Domnita…” Pietro sighed, watching you cook dinner for everyone. “I could be good for you…If you gave me a chance.” He hadn’t been the same since sparring practice…the poor guy had been smitten with you for months, and somewhere, deep down you knew it, even if you didn’t want to admit you did. Your eyes lifted from the celery you had been chopping as you slowly put the knife down, not sure where this conversation was coming from.

“Oh, Piet, I’m sure you would…It’s just…” You started as you turned around.

“I know, I know.” He sulked, waving his hand to stop you from saying what he thought you were going to say. You tensed…Did Bucky tell your secret? “The Captain…he’d treat you good too.” He added with a forced smile, your jaw dropping out of surprise for the second time today.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes narrowed as you turned to face the Sokovian, leaning back against the counter, now very much interested in where this came from.

“I see how you watch.” He answered sullenly, as if he was finally admitting defeat as you heard the familiar sound of Bucky’s and Steve’s boots coming down the hall, out of the corner of your eye you saw them stop in the doorway, Bucky’s eyes digging into you in a way that you had never seen on him before, Steve smiling sheepishly in your direction.

“Piet…That’s not….” Pietro’s frown deepened.

“Then is that it? Is that why you run off every day?” Steve asked, stepping into the room, curious.

Your eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit out of this. You never thought STEVE would be the one to try forcing this out of you…Tony? Clint? Hell you even thought Wanda or Nat might be the one to ask but not Steve. “I…” You felt betrayed…here your two favorite people in the tower were ganging up on you. Tears welled behind your eyes before you pushed off the counter, pushing past the two super soldiers.

“Her free time is hers. Her business.” Bucky grimmised at the two of them. “The both of you should be ashamed of yourselfs.” He added scoldingly before slowly turning to chase after you.

Pietro and Steve exchanged looks of confusion, finding it hard to digest that Bucky was the one to scold them over tears coming from you.

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“You ok?” Bucky’s voice asked softly as he pushed his long hair out of his eyes. He had found you in the laundry room sitting in the corner wiping the last of your tears off your cheeks. You nodded as he stepped closer, offering his flesh hand to help you back to your feet.

“I’ll be fine.” Once on your feet you looked up into his eyes, surprised to see genuine concern for you in them. Your watch beeped, signalling it was time for you to go home.

“(Y/N)…Would it be alright if I saw Noah again?” He asked sheepishly, a boyish smile dancing across his lips. It would seem Bucky had taken just as much of a shine to Noah and he had done for Bucky. Once upon a time before the war Bucky would have liked to be a father…he had forgotten that until Noah.

The question brought a smile back to your face as you nodded. “Sure…He…He likes you.” You paused, taking a step back, finding the closeness, the scent of his sweat still on his skin, the way his eyes pierced through you like daggers, the sound of his breath, just a bit overwhelming right now. “I’ve had a roast in my slow cooker…Would you like to come to dinner?”

Bucky nodded with a smile. “That sounds nice. Would you like me to drive you?” You answer with nod and a thank you.

Still worried about how you were feeling after the run in Bucky lead you to his car with an arm around your shoulder, something you found oddly comforting.

Gilmore Girls Favorite Scenes Meme - Guilty pleasure (5.10)

“Rory, you can’t just walk out like that. Not after everything we’ve been through. You just left. I was still in bed. I mean what is that all about?”
“Okay, you need to do this later.”
“I can’t do this later. Rory I love you. I love you, dammit! How many times to I have to tell you? God! Just talk to me.”
“Okay, out right now! Out! Just get - ”
“Colin! What are you doing, man?”
“Get the hell out of here!”
“She’s with me now. I told you that. Let it go.”
“I will not let it go!”
“She doesn’t love you. Rory, tell him you don’t love him!”
“Everything was fine until you came along!”

“Oh, don’t blame me because you couldn’t keep her.”
“I swear to God, I’m gonna kill you!”
“Oh, I’d love to see you try.”
“Stop it! Stop it, right now! Anthony, get security! Break it up! What are you – Gentlemen, you are losing control! You are in a classroom!”
“All right, that’s enough! Break it up, you two! Rory Gilmore, you should be ashamed of yourself, toying with these boys like this! They used to have pride! They used to have dignity! They used to have balls! Dammit Gilmore, give them back their balls.”