#yes I know it's a moose but shhhh

[hisui555]

Gift for the servers at the restaurant we went at tonight, my sis said I should draw her plushie. So here's Fripouille the reindeer

[adorethedistance]

Birthday Girl (3) - Hughes!Reader x Trevor Zegras

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, teasing, embarrassment, etc.

Words: 2569 (nice)

Summary: Your birthday celebration is under threat by the impending doom that is Trevor Zegras's presence.

A/N: I’m sorry this part took so long but considering that it’s double the length of the other parts I think it’s a lil justified. maybe. 

“What the fuck?”

“SHHHH!” I urge Chelsea to be quiet after telling her everything that happened in the kitchen with Trevor a minute ago.

“Sorry, sorry. And you think he was hitting on you?” She whisper-yells with the utmost urgency.

“I know he was, a million percent. He was biting the apple all mysteriously and giving me just these piercing eyes and then he leaned in really close and- he actually smelled really good…” When I trail off into the thought of how it felt to have Trevor that close to me, I nearly miss the mischievous look Chelsea is giving me. She’s biting back a smile, her head tilted provocatively.

“What! What? What?”

“And are we feeling… positive? About this interaction?”

I pause. She’s staring at me with a suggestive expression but I’m not sure how to interpret this look. What is she trying to say?

“...Yeah. I think so? Why do you ask?” Has she known the whole time?

“Because we know you like him.”

“I’m sorry, ‘we’?” It’s my turn to whisper-yell as Chelsea reveals this troubling information to me. She nods slowly, pulling out her phone from her back pocket.

“Leia and I have been talking about it for a while now but we were wondering when you were gonna notice.” When she hands it to me, her phone is open on an instagram DM conversation between just her and Leia about how Trevor and I were acting in the car.

He’s totally flirting with her 

 OMG he asked if she would wear his jersey 💀 

And you’re sure it wasn’t legit teasing?

No bc why was he looking at her like he wanted to ravage her right there

Wasn’t Jack IN the car?

AND luke

Jesus

“Okay, I get it, but I don’t wanna like him!” I whine and rub my eyes in frustration while handing Chelsea her phone.

“Which I’m guessing is why you pretended to hate him for so long, but you know it’s okay if you do like him after all.” She gives me a reassuring smile and grabs my hand to hold in her own. Gently, Chelsea squeezes my hand, a physical way for her to ask, ‘what’s the verdict?’.

“...He’s really cute. I don’t want to like him but I’m completely head over heels. If he asked to respectfully shove his tongue down my throat I think I’d say yes,” I confess, slightly defeated but also giddy with excitement. I guess this means I can tell them everything I’ve dreamt up about Trevor for as long as I can remember. “I was just afraid to tell you and Leia because I thought about how Jack would react or what his friends would say and-” Chelsea cuts off my rambling,

“But we’re not Jack.”

“Who’s not Jack?” Chelsea and I jump at the sound of Luke’s voice after he swings open my door abruptly.

“Jesus christ Luke you scared the shit out of me! What do you want?”

“Who’s not Jack?” He parrots in the hope that, by ignoring my question, his will be answered.

“Leia and I aren’t Jack,” Chelsea answers gracefully with no extra information to keep my thing for Trevor as concealed as possible. My feelings for him grow exponentially with time. I don’t think Luke can fully blame me, I mean… has he seen Trevor?

“Well, the game is over and mom told me to tell you so you two could have the tv room.”

“Yes, finally!” I declare and begin gathering my things, as does Chelsea. Pillow, blanket, drink, snack, phone, a hoodie to put on, and we’re all good.

“Thank you, Moose,” I blow sarcastic kisses at Luke when I walk by to which he pantomimes swatting them onto the floor. Ever the affectionate one, Luke sticks his tongue out at me before turning to Chelsea to smile softly.

“I saw that!” I yell over my shoulder as I begin towards the downstairs den. I hear Chelsea’s familiar, contagious laugh follow as she leaves my room. When I look back I see her gently circumvent Luke’s figure in the doorway ignoring his attempt to flirt with her. It’s a running joke that Luke has had a thing for Chelsea since his freshman year, but in reality he’s never been interested in any of my friends.

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After finishing a few episodes of Our Flag Means Death, Chelsea and I are trying to find ways to combat boredom when suddenly the doorbell rings.

“Leia!” We screech as we run to the door to let in our missing trio member. Throwing the door wide open we greet her with a big hug.

“You two are acting like I came back from the war.”

“I was so worried about you falling ill in the trenches, my love,” Chelsea says in an exaggerated transatlantic accent, placing the back of her hand against her forehead in distress.

“Glad you have all your limbs, now come on, I want to start the movie already!” I urge her to hurry up in taking off her shoes before the three of us go skipping to the tv room.

“She did it!” Chelsea says to Leia in a hushed tone. The random comment catches both of us off guard and I only realize what exactly she’s saying when it’s too late to stop her. “Y/n caved and then confessed to liking him.”

“And I missed it?!” Leia yells, quickly looking between me and Chelsea.

“Yeah, but now we’re trying to find a way for them to link without Jack knowing.”

“We are not doing that at all. What are you talking about?” I interject in surprise.

“I am at least,” Chelsea says. The three of us laugh before resuming our path to the den. We’re invested in the story Leia is telling about the one “bitchass coworker” who thinks she’s Leia’s superior because “she’s that kind of boomer”. When we get to the tv room we stop abruptly to see Jack, Trevor, and Luke sprawled out on the couch amidst all the stuff Chelsea and I left behind.

“Can we help you?” I ask suspiciously upon seeing them on the couch, a lot comfier than I’d prefer.

“No, we’re fine,” Trevor says slyly before returning his attention to the show they had put on in the two minutes Chelsea and I stepped out. I narrow my eyes at him and defensively cross my arms. He just smirks and accepts the challenge.

“Okay, well, we’re going to watch a movie so if you could just leave.”

“Mom said you have to share the tv room,” Luke states plainly. I bite my lip as I rack my brain to try and come up with a rebuttal that would get them to leave. I come up with nothing and exhale a heavy sigh before surrendering,

“Fine, but I want my spot.” I approach the couch and then stand right in front of Trevor, waiting for him to move out of the way so I can sit. He stares at me, arrogantly smiling before looking me up and down with only his eyes. The nerve of this boy.

“You’re the worst. Can I please sit in my spot?” I ask as politely as I can manage with him right now.

“As you wish, Hughesy.” He obliges. The look he’s giving me is troublesome but I decide not to engage with it since that would best preserve my peace of mind. Trevor scooches to the left, allowing me to sit in the right corner, and in doing so, Jack half-nudges and half-shoves Luke onto the floor where Leia and Chelsea are settling in.

“What are we watching, ladies?” Trevor asks, charming as ever. I’d gag if I wasn’t secretly hoping he was flirting with me.

“Knives Out,” Leia answers matter-of-factly.

“Again?”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” I ask, confused by the nature of Trevor’s response. He shrugs slightly before answering, looking between me and my friends as he talks.

“I just mean you guys were watching it last time I was over. And the time before that, actually.” He says it so nonchalantly but I’m left staring at him, my lips parted a tiny bit out of shock. When I look at Leia and Chelsea, Leia merely shrugs off the remark as she gets up to put the movie in the DVD player, but Chelsea catches my eye. When she does, I can tell she’s thinking the exact same thing I am.

Trevor noticed me- I mean us enough clock what we were watching every time he’s come over.

I lean back into the cushion of the couch to try and relax since I’m visibly tense due to the sudden realization. Has he really been paying attention to me this whole time? How did I not notice? Or did I notice but just chalked it up to him hating me as well? Do people even pay this much attention to people they hate?

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The credits roll after the iconic final shot of the movie and the room errupts in chatter after the long silence.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Trevor announces as he rises from his place on the couch.

“Could you go make some popcorn?” Chelsea asks, her voice innocent and sweet.

“But the movie’s over…?”

“And I want more popcorn.”  Her tone is unassuming but I know exactly what she’s doing. As I stand up, Leia asks Luke and Jack a slew of random hockey questions that I know she knows the answers to. She’s likely just talking to my brothers to keep them engaged and get their attention away from the fact that Trevor and I are about to be the only ones out of the room.

God, I have such good friends.

Climbing the stairs at a decent speed, I slow down at the top to turn my head slightly, listening in on whether Jack and Luke are falling for the ploy. When I reach the top stair I turn my attention back to the direction I’m heading. I scamper over to the kitchen, gasping out of fear when I see Trevor posted against the countertop, waiting in the kitchen instead of using the restroom as he had declared. He hushes me gently before pressing off the counter and making his way over to me. My heart is beating 100 miles an hour but whether that’s from the fright or the fact that Trevor is approaching me right now, I’m not sure.

“I was hoping you’d come up but I didn’t know if you’d gotten the hint or not.”

“Gotten the hint?”

“What?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You know, like, gotten the hint as in you’d know to come up here-”

“No, Trevor, I know that. I mean why are you ‘giving hints’?” He doesn’t respond immediately, and instead, smiles goofily at me.

“Say it again.”

“...Why are you giving hints?” I say with the inflection that indicates I don’t know why he wants me to repeat myself.

“No, not the question.”

“Huh?”

“I like the way you say my name. Say it again?”

“Trevor.” He just smiles. “Trevor,” I say again sternly, breaking the bliss he was clearly experiencing in that moment.

“What’s up?”

“Why were you hoping I would get the idea to follow you?” I pensively scan his expression. He looks down to the ground, seemingly collecting himself for a moment. After a second he looks back up and says,

“I overheard you and Chelsea earlier.” Fuck.

“Which part?” My hands are undoubtedly shaking right now and I’m not even sure if I want the answer.

“I only heard a few words here and there but I did hear you confess.”

“Confess what exactly?”

“That you think I’m really cute-”

“Oh my go-”

“And that you’ve only been pretending to hate me all this time.” Trevor cuts me off before taking a step toward me. The fact that he’s standing so close to me makes my brain fog up and suddenly I’m not having any thoughts other than incoherent screams. In classic Trevor fashion, he moves with an unjustified amount of confidence as he places his hands on both of my hips to pull my body flush against his. My breathing shallows once again and I’m left with nothing but the scent of his gorgeous cologne and the warmth of his hands on my sides.

This is a joke, this is a joke, this is a joke. There is absolutely no way this is actually happening. In a second, he’s just going to pull away and Jack will be standing in the doorway, recording the whole thing, ready to make fun of me by holding this footage over my head for as long as I live.

Afraid my anxieties might actually be correct, I glance over to the doorway where I’m met with the sight of emptiness, no friends or brothers around to bother us. Which means that right here, and right now, it’s just me and Trevor.

This is actually happening.

“I take it you’ve been pretending to hate me, too?” I ask all of a sudden, unsure of where my voice came from or if it will be back for long.

“I’ve just been playing along with your game because you’ve been so hellbent on making sure I knew you didn’t like me. I never hated you, for real or pretend. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re really cute too.”

“Really?”

“Really?” He mocks my voice in a higher pitch and I playfully smack his chest. Trevor’s eyes never leave mine as he grabs the offending hand to hold for just a moment before he places it back on his toned chest. I seize the opportunity to grasp a bunch of his heather-grey t-shirt in my hand before lifting up onto my toes to kiss him once and for all. Trevor easily gives into the kiss, his lips are as soft and welcoming as I’d dreamt of. In the kiss, he slides his hands from their place on my hips to caress my lower back and my stomach erupts in butterflies at his warm touch. Pulling away from the kiss we stare at each other with a soft look that is both infatuated and forgiving for all the disconnect we’ve shared up until this point.

“What? Was I not the most amazing kiss you’ve ever had?” He asks arrogantly incredulous.

“See, this? This is why it was so easy for me to pretend to hate you for as long as I did.”

“Oh it was easy huh?” he asks with challenge in his voice but pure elation in his eyes.

“Yeah actually it was,” I sass back.

“Okay, sure. What was it you were saying earlier? Did you- you wanted me to shove my tongue down your throat?”

“Respectfully!” I clarify to try and deflate his point.

“Right right right. Well how about you let me buy you dinner first, yeah?”

“Works for me.” As I finish carrying the bit, Trevor and I share a contented, love-struck look of happiness. Just as our conversation enters a lull, my phone starts buzzing in my back pocket. I take it out to silence it and stop the alarm from continuing to ring.

“It’s midnight.”

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Trevor.”

“So Saturday. Pick you up at 7?”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date, Hughes.”

***

A/n: I really hope y’all enjoyed following along with this series with me I know I had a lot of fun writing it. Stay tuned for potential part 4 where Y/n and Z have to navigate what it’s like to date amidst the friendship of the three Hughes brothers.

[goodlucktkachuk]

Frantic -- Matthew Tkachuk (Pt.3)

a/n: here we are back at it again with part 3! this was honestly my faviourite one to write so far so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Part One  Part Two

It was a lively Saturday night in downtown Toronto. The streets were full of people shuffling into restaurants and bars. The boys were away on a roadie down the east coast which meant you had your best friends all to yourself. You loved Nick to death but it was good to get some quality time with Emily. Hand in hand, the two of you shook off the cold as you entered The Loose Moose.

This place was an absolute institution for you guys, it was packed full of memories. Endless arguments over that night's game, many wins celebrated and losses mourned. Stupid fights over who was covering the tab and countless nights of Auston or Mitch throwing you over their shoulder because you were getting a bit too feisty. The sweetest memory of all though was Nick meeting Emily for the first time. She had just moved to the city for school so you took her out with the boys to show her some fun. The second Nick saw her he was down for the count and in love ever since. You wondered if Matt felt the same way about you.

It wasn’t overly crowded tonight giving you guys the chance to sit in your regular seats at the end of the bar. It had become a tradition for you and Emily to go out to catch the game while the boys were away.

Nursing your first beer while you looked at the menu, Emliy huffed beside you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t understand why I’m wearing a flames jersey” She played with the sleeves, a sour look across her face.

“Because I wore Muzz’s jersey the last time we went out.” Your voice extremely uninterested.

“So? You love Jake!”

“Yes but I also love Talbot, listen, Calgary's playing tonight too so you just gotta suffer.”

“God you suck” She said, taking a long sip of her Tequila Sunrise.

“Do you want to split a poutine or just share some apps” She scoffed at you and you just flash her a toothy smile as she begins to pout.

The rest of the night went smoother. After many plates of food and maybe one too many beers you felt good. The Leafs won their game and you guys got several dirty looks for cheering a bit too loud. You couldn’t help how excited Emily tends to get when Nick does anything and several drinks made you more than proud of Mitch.

The second period of the Flames vs Kings game had you on edge of your seat. Given his history, you knew Matty was going to cause some trouble but you hoped to god today he wouldn’t. You made sure to message him before the game but you weren’t sure if he actually saw it. Looking away for just a second  as you signaled the bartender for another drink was enough time for gloves to be dropped and for Matt to start throwing punches.

Keeping your eyes glued to the screen you couldn’t move. You had seen him get in a million  fights before but this felt different. You couldn’t help but feel something twist in your stomach and your cheeks started to get hot. You weren't a fan of the violence but watching him really turned you on. Watching a smirk cover his face as he headed to the box, you’d give anything to know what was going on his head. Distracted from the fight you had missed Emily taking pictures of your concentrated face and getting someone to take a picture of you two from behind in your jerseys.

As the game went into intermission, you took to instagram posting the photos. The first being the Talbot and Lindholm jerseys the two of you had on followed by the photo of your intense concentration. Captioning it, ‘when the boys are away the girls get too into the game’ you hit post.

After a few minutes comments started flooding:

marner_93: gross

morganrielly: @marner_93 second that

nickrobertson01: I really hate you Y/N, we all know Em looks better in blue

Emm01: @nickrobertson01 I was forced, I’m wearing your sweater under this

matthew_tkachuk: getting closer, the right team but still the wrong last name!!

austonmatthews: @matthew_tkachuk nah it’s the wrong everything

fredrikandersen31: I feel so betrayed

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After a bitter fight, the Flames came out with a loss and you had come out of the bar way more drunk then you had intended. Being pushed into the uber and having Emily lay your head on her lap you closed your eyes and sighed heavily wondering how Matty was doing. The more you thought about Matt, the more you thought about how Auston was acting about the two of you talking. Tensing your shoulders, a frown covered your face. Your friend could feel you tense up and she started rubbing small circles into your back. Talking to you drunk was like talking to a full grown toddler.

“Whatcha thinking about there, mini.” she hums softly.

Mumbling slightly you said, “Auston”

“Why's that?”

“Mm-making me feel weird about Matty” A smile crossed your lips as you said his name.

“What do you mean hunny?”

“Calling me a pest, looking at my phone, getting way too protective, very uncool of him.”

“I thought him and Matthew were friends though? Why would he care what Matt does?”

“Aus heard us talking after the game.”

“Y/N sweetie, he can’t be mad about that.”

“Heard me say Matty needs to see what is under my jersey.”

“Excuse me!!!”

“Shhhh Emmy. Too loud.”

“Sorry love. Why would you say that?”

“He told me to go to the game in red.”

“When did he tell you that? Did he DM you?”

“The morning before the game when I did pregame coffee. Ruined his hoodie” Pausing you turn slightly to look up at Emily. “I really like him.”

Emily decided you had answered enough questions for the night and just smiled back “Oh Y/N, I’m sure he likes you too.”

The rest of the ride was silent as Emily played with your hair, letting you drift to sleep until you guys got home. She brought you upstairs and helped you get changed. As she did you spoke soft whispers about all the reasons you liked Matthew which made your best friend laugh. In the five years she’s known you, she never had seen you be this head over heels for anyone. It was refreshing. She tucked you into bed and told you she was going to call Nick and to just yell if you needed her. Once your door was closed, you got the brilliant idea to call Matthew. After what felt like struggling forever to find your phone you finally got it and listened to the rhythmic sound of the phone ringing. His voice was rough when he spoke almost as if you had woken him up. Which of course you did.

“Hello?”

Chirping almost like a baby bird you dragged out his name. “Matthewwwww!”

“Y/N? What are you doing up so late?”

“Emmy and I went to the bar to watch you play baby!” Suddenly everything clicked into place in his mind and he realized how trashed you were.

“Awh thank you princess. Did I make you proud?”

“The PROUDEST babe but your fight made me feel…” Trailing off in the middle of the sentence.

“Feel what sweetheart?”

“Ya know, feel…” You added a little spicy to your voice.

“Oh,” he said as everything fell into place in his mind “did I turn you on princess?” His voice became raspy as he waited egerly for you to say something.

Your side of the phone remained silent for a few seconds before you sprang into another topic.

“Ou! Ou! Ou! Wanna hear what I told Emmy tonight!?”

He laughed slightly as you avoid his question. “Sure sweetheart, lay it on me.”

A smile crept onto his face as he placed his phone on his chest and relaxed into his bed. For the next ten minutes you proceeded to tell Matthew everything you liked about him. You liked the way he wore bandanas to push his hair out of his face. How good he was with kids. You spent at least half of the time reminding him how hot he was when he got into fights or when he went to the gym or for just existing. You talked about how good he was at hockey and how much he cared about his family. As you came to the end of your rant you took a quick pause.

“Would you like to know what I like most about you Matty?”

“What’s that Y/N?” He said sweetly, a stupid grin plastered to his face.

“You make me smile.” Matthew couldn’t help but blush thinking about how happy you were.

“Good. I hope that’s all I ever make you do princess.” Giggling madly, you snap a picture of your smile and send it to him.

“You’re beautiful Y/N”

“Thank you.” You take a slight pause just listening to his breath. “Goodnight Matty.”

“Goodnight princess.”

Meanwhile, down in Boston the boys were out celebrating another victory. The bar they were in was packed with people and everyone was having a good time. They were all packed into two booths in the back of the bar each taking turns getting pints of beer for the tables. Auston made his way to the bar with Muz trailing close behind. As they waited to be served Aus put his head in his hands.

“What's wrong buddy?” Jake asks with a confused look on his face. Auston was never one to be stressed around the group

“I’m just worried about Y/N.”

Putting a firm hand on Austons shoulder, Jake just shrugged “Listen man I get what Chucky said was a little much but the kids always doing stupid shit like that.”

“I don’t know Jake.” He sighed as he reached for the pitcher of beer. “I did team USA with him and he broke the heart of every girl who looked his way. I don’t want that happening to Y/N ”

Jake just nodded and they headed back. Auston had good intentions but his execution wasn’t going the way he had hoped.

[holylulusworld]

Can’t live without you

Request: dean x reader , she’s dean shadow always together (hunting, work at baby, shower, kitchen, sleep) best friend and lovers. One day some demons kidnap her during a hunt and dean go crazy a wreck without her, can’t sleep eat and send him video of demons torture her, and Sammy call Crowley and Rowena to help find her? Sooo much angst but when they find her and dean help her shower he ask to marry him? (she’s so scared she want only dean)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Crowley, Rowena, Castiel

Warnings: language, angst, kidnapping, torture, demons, fluff

“Can you give me screwdriver over there?” Dean asks.

“Sure. Wait.” Looking over Dean’s shoulder you smile. He really loves working at his Baby. And looking at his ass from behind isn’t the worst view.

“I saw that you know…” Dean chuckles.

“What?”

“You checked my ass out, Baby.”

“I was just looking at my property.” You say nonchalantly.

“Hmm…Maybe I’ll check your property out later too…in the shower.” Wiggling his eyebrows Dean earns himself a slap to his ass.

“Maybe I let you check out your property.”

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“Hey, I found a case,” Sam yells when he sees you enter the library with Dean.

“Dammit. No shower time then,” Dean sighs.

“We have time for that after the case. Let’s get our bags and hit the road.”

“Fine. But later I will check out my property!”

“Come on lover boy, pack the bags and I’ll ask Sam what we are hunting.”

Kissing Deans cheek you see the disappointment all over his face.

“Later?”

“Later.”

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“What do we hunt this time, Sammy?”

“Demons. Killed three people in the last two days. Sulfur all over the victims’ bodies.”

“Well, then we should get those bastards and kill them as fast as possible.”

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“Over there, Dean!” Sam yells. Outnumbered by demons Dean is looking for you. Stabbing a demon with your angel blade you don’t see another demon coming closer. Grabbing your arm he vanishes, taking you with him.

“No, no!” Dean yells.

“Dean, we need to get out of here!” Sam yells.

“We can’t! They have Y/N. Sammy, they have her!” Dean says complete desperately.

“If we die here, we can’t save her, Dean. Let’s escape for now and fight later. We call Castiel and he can trace her.”

“I can’t leave without her!”

“She’s already gone. Dean, if they wanted to kill her, she would be dead. They know she’s with us. They want something. Now let’s run!” Sam says dragging his brother out of the abandoned house.

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“Dean, you haven’t eaten anything for two days. We will find her. Please eat something. Castiel will be here soon.”

“I can’t eat. What if they already…What if…”

“She ain’t dead! We will find her, Dean. I swear we will find her.”

“Sammy, I can’t calm down…I can’t.” Pacing around the room Dean wants to rip out his hair. Not able to stop thinking about all the things which could happen to you he slowly goes insane.

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“Did he eat something?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Four days, Cas. Still no lead. Did the angels hear anything?”

“No Sam, I asked everyone. The angel radio is silent.”

“I called every hunter. No lead so far.” Sam sighs.

“What’s that?” Castiel asks.

“What is what?”

“There, on the monitor. That’s Y/N name in that …what’s the name? E-mail?”

“Shit, you’re right. I didn’t see it so far. Let’s open it. Get Dean. Maybe they want something and send us an email to show us she’s alive.”

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“You got a message about Y/N? Show me!” Dean says but Sam shakes his head.

“What?”

“You don’t want to see that Dean. Please don’t watch it.”

Swallowing hard Dean press the play button to look at the video. He can hear your sobs. He can see a knife and a black eyes bastard cutting your skin open. Tears are streaming down your face, but you refuse to scream.

After a few more cuts the video ends. Kneeling next to Sam’s chair Dean starts crying. He can still hear your sobs…see the tears…

“She’s alive. We will find her and kill that bastard, Dean. Let me call someone else. Cas stay with Dean. Be ready to strike!” Sam says dialing Crowley’s number…

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“What can we do for you, Moose?” Crowley chuckles standing outside the bunker.

“A demon kidnapped Y/N. He sent us a video. He tortured her. Dean isn’t doing well. We need your and Rowena’s help. Please.”

“Uh-huh. The moose is begging me for help?” Crowley snickers.

“Watch your mouth, Fergus. Y/N saved your ass not long time ago. We will help her. Now use your little demon connections and find her. I will try a trace spell too.”

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“My dear Squirrel I found your little girl. She isn’t far away. Your better half is in an old factory. Five demons. They shouldn’t be a problem for me and mother. You take care of your girl.” Crowley explains.

“You found her?” Dean asks.

“Yes, mother didn’t stop nagging so I found your love bird. Now we should go.”

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Hearing the door of the improvised cell opening you flinch away. Preparing yourself for another round of his games you take a deep breath.

Before you crawl further into the corner of the room you hear someone yelling and then screams. It sounds like someone is attacking the demons…then silence.

“Y/N?” Dean whispers.

“Dean? Is that really you?” You sob.

“Baby, we found you. God, we found you.”

Running into your room Dean kneels beside you. Checking the cuts at your arms and upper body he starts crying.

His hands softly stroke your cheeks before he kisses your forehead softly.

Picking you up he carries you out of the factory. Almost clinging to him you won’t let him go. Not even when Castiel heals your wounds.

“You found me, Dean.”

“No, I found you, my dear,” Crowley states. “Now Sam owes me a favor.”

“Fergus!” Rowena warns.

“Fine. I did it to save Dean’s little love bird. I’ll take my leave now.”

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Carefully carrying you into the bunker Dean holds you tight against his body. Arms wrapped around his neck you sob against his skin.

“We need to clean you up, Y/N,” Rowena says softly.

Shaking your head, you start trembling. Clinging to Dean you won’t let him go.

“Shhhh … I will help you, Baby. Let’s clean you up, okay.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

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Gently helping you undressing Dean needs to hold back the tears. That demon hurt you. He tortured you to get information about Sam and him. You refused to tell him a single word.

Resting your back against Dean’s chest you let him gently cleaning your body. His hands are slightly trembling while he let the tears fall.

A sob escapes his lips and you turn around. This time you stroke his cheek softly. Pressing your lips to his you move your arms around his neck. Arms wrapped around your back Dean kisses you back.

„I knew you would find me, Dean. I just knew it.“

„I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I almost went insane. I can’t live without you. Please never scare me like that again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know this isn’t the right moment or place but….would you marry me. I already bought a ring. It’s in my room.“

„Yes, god. Yes. I will marry you, Dean. I love you too. I was so afraid I will never see you again. I love you so much.“

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[bapydemonprincess]

A Human Trap

There’s a huge forest somewhere, and a lone human living in the middle of it, hunting and killing whatever he pleases...

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Todd stretched and groaned as he finally got up from his old rocking chair, smiling and breathing in the crisp night air.

This winter was sure to be a doozie, but Todd knew he was well prepared.

Dozens upon dozens of frozen meats of all kinds were stored in his nice little cellar. Duck, pheasant, turkey, deer, moose, and even fish as well.

He’d also kept many a nice fur hide or two and made them into coats and quilts and rugs! It was almost like living in a lap of luxury for Todd!

And no one was even around to give him a single gripe about it!

Sure, there were once in a while a coupla stragglers, folks who either got curious, lost, or heard rumors most likely, but they were easy to deal with.

Humans were even easier to hunt than animals sometimes.

So Todd felt no threats. Even before he became well armored, loaded with traps of his own custom making, and an expert shot with his ol’ friend Vicky (A lovely little Browning Superposed shotgun), he’d let the forest itself do its job of taking on the riffraff.

This forest had also felt like his old friend, hiding him from all else, and supplying him with everything he needed.

And no matter the season, it stayed that way, considering there was nothin’ but big old evergreens for miles and miles.

“Goodnight, pretty thing.” He couldn’t help mumbling to it, smirking like a fool in love, and heading for the front door.

As the door closed and everything grew considerably more quiet, except for the soft chirps of crickets still trying to enjoy the last of fall and the whispering hiss of the wind through the branches of the trees, another noise came from somewhere in that darkness amongst the forest.

A simple little hiss of a voice.

“... Goodnight, Todd...”

....

...

..

After that, it was as if even the wind and the crickets froze up in shock, not expecting there to be suddenly something new amongst them. Something not of that forest truly; Not an animal, not an insect, not a human.... not exactly anyway...

Black goop suddenly seemed to pour out of a crease between to evergreens, spilling out and spreading quickly.

But it had an end and that end separated from the shadows of the trees, as the thing that was a simply a black blob on the ground made its way closer to the little old house in the clearing. It would almost remind one of the shadow of a big fish in the water, circling and gliding along.

Once up the porch steps and in front of the door, it started to change, though. It morphed up and up into a small, human-like shape. It looked like a pre-teen or so of some kind.

Dark skin even darker in the night, exposed and not perturbed by the cool late fall wind in only a soft white cotton shirt, the human-like person also had simple plain dark blue pants, rolled up at the ends a bit, though.

And on their little feet, toes strangely colored in black, were only wearing simple sandals.

The person stared at the door, hands up and entwined together by their chest, slightly wringing as if they were unsure and uncertain of something.

They looked behind them briefly, back at the forest, bright shimmering red eyes staring at the trees as if they could ask it “Are you sure about this?” or something like that.

Finally, taking a breath in and out, the little one raised a hand.. and knocked on the door.

....

There was no response at first, just a soft whooshing going through the area, reminding the youth that they were most certainly alone right now. On a stranger’s property. On a stranger’s porch. In front of a stranger’s door.

Trying to get a stranger’s attention.

Swallowing, they tried knocking again. Harder.

And this time they heard it. The tromping of booted feet, the loud ruffling of someone moving and/or getting on clothes, and then the STOP of all the commotion when the other reached the other side of the front door.

Tiny keen ears also heard a soft clicking and clattering of something that was likely a weapon.

“Who issit?!” The man finally spoke, voice cracking with age and nerves that were tense and rattled.

This scenario had certainly never happened before...

“Uh- um, I was wondering if you could come out... a-and talk to me, please?” The younger one asked, raising their voice an awful lot higher than they were used to, and it showed in a crack here and there in their tone.

...

Todd went a lot slower and quieter this time, slipping over to the side window to carefully lift the curtain and get a peek of who the hell could be out there at this time of night, and with a voice like that.

But peeking out at his porch, he froze up instantly.

The kid had turned right there to look right back at him.

“THE FUCK?!” Todd shrieked out and stumbled back, staring at just the window now as if it was the one to blame.

.... But, wait. WHY was he suddenly so utterly frightened?! Yeah, that little squirt out there had surprised him in doing that, but... this was HIS property, dammit! HIS house!

“...Whattaya want from me, kid?” He called out again, shotgun firmly in front of him, even if there was no way a little rugrat could open a double bolted door that was also made of thick wood.

“Just to ask you somethin’.” Aarushi responded, staring up at him where they stood beside him now, hands demurely laced together behind their back.

Immediately following this came a scream of absolute horror as well as FOUR shotgun blasts in a row.

“...HOW DARE HE!!!” Sebastian Michaelis snarled and was about to shoot out of his and Agni’s hiding spot in the forest, until Agni himself latched onto the demon he deemed his love and held on as tight as he could.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, calm, Sebastian! Caaaalm!!” Agni hissed frantically “You and I both know Aarushi can withstand bullets now, almost just as well as you!”

“THAT DOES NOT MAKE HIM ACTUALLY SHOOTING MY PRECIOUS KITTEN AT POINT BLANK RANGE ANY MORE BLOODY ACCEPTABLE!!!”

“Shhhh, moonlight. Everything will be alright. We trained them for this. We knew what could happen. They knew what could happen. It will be fine.”

Sebastian had stilled but was certainly not done growling and baring his fangs as he glowered out at the house. And not even Agni’s soft, soothing petting could help him this time.

Aarushi stood stock still after the racket died down, not even breathing.

Todd on the other hand was having quite a tizzy at the moment, huffing and puffing and shaking in place.

His eyes darted around and what he could see in the dim light was.. four holes, all in various places around his living room.

And not a single one had hit the child standing in front of him.

He lowered the gun just a bit, staring now in utter horror of the.... thing in his house that most definitely could not be a human child.

“Wh-wh-what the hell do you want?!” He hollered, but did nothing else this time.

Aarushi opened their mouth, then closed it just as quickly. Their little eyebrows knit and they clenched their fists at their sides and looked down at the floor.

“Um.. well, I wanted t-to ask you if um, what I was told about you was... was true.”

Todd just stared some more.

...

“Are... are you a hunter? Are you.. killin’ lots of animals around here, Sir?”

Todd’s face morphed more and more into utter confusion.

“Uhh, well uh... ye-yes..?” He answered, but ended it in a question for some reason or another. He just didn’t know what the hell else to say or do now! What was going on?! Was this just a dream he was having? Oh lord, he hoped so...

The child tilted their head, also looking confused now.

“All of the animals around here? Even the squirrels and chipmunks and tiniest fishes in the ponds and running streams?”

“I- I-  Well, yeah! I hunt what I want and when I want!” Todd found himself managing to gush out, his mind just gradually adapting to whatever the hell this was and going with the flow. “There ain’t no one around ‘cept for me, after all, so I figured I might as well.. do what I want!”

“Stop it.”

Todd froze up at the sudden change of tone from the child’s mouth.

“I- I beg your- your pardon..?”

“Stop it.” Aarushi simply said again, eyes still huge but now glowing in the dark, and pupils in the middle slimming down to almost thin lines. “Stop killing and harming the innocent free spirits of this forest; the old and the young; the big and the small,” Aarushi’s lips curled down in a snarl no one that knew them had ever truly seen, teeth sharping in their mouth to fine points in the process. “the animals and the humans.”

Todd’s heart was now pounding in his ears and ready to jump straight outta his chest. What the fuck kinda nightmare was this, some kinda message from some forest god or some such shit?! He tried to speak, or at least wet his lips again and try to make something come out that could be considered english.

“I-I-I was just- just tryin’ to survive myself! To- to just.. live and- and flourish, y’know?! Just like- like everythin’ el--”

“YOU BROUGHT MAN-MADE TRAPS INTO THE FOREST, TRAPS YOU DESIGNED YOURSELF, TODD. YOU HAVE HUNTED THESE CREATURES DAY IN AND DAY OUT AND HAVE ALSO HUNTED THE INNOCENT, LOST HUMANS WHO KNEW NOT WHAT THEIR FATE WOULD BE!”

The form of the child, while speaking these words in this ethereal bellow and beginning to slowly step closer and closer to the man, began to morph, and do so as if they were made of nothing but some kind of liquid. Their sandals disappeared, feet growing and nails on toes elongating. The same size change happened to the rest of them, till they were just inches from the ceiling. Arms longer, hands and fingers stretched out, now sporting what could only be black claws, strange beaded bracelets dangling from wrists, and then something like fabric was forming around these appendages, covering up hands almost. A robe enveloped their entire form, and yet still their head remained uncovered. Once short curly black hair now elongating too and twisting up into a thin, long braid at their back. And finally, at the creature’s back was something sprouting out that could only be not one, but two pairs of black feathered wings. And at the crown of their curly head, two black horns emerged..

The creature was now glowering down at the trembling mortal man with a scalding, enraged look that no human, and certainly no child could’ve ever pulled off.

“This is not your land, mortal. This land belongs to no one but Mother Earth herself, and the animals she gave it to centuries ago.”

And then the creature changed it’s language to something else.

“Even the great Goddess Kali would not show such a cruel human a single ounce of pity.” Aarushi hissed in Hindi, the very first language they’d learned to speak out loud.

After having witnessed this entire scene and having only managed to move just a bit back as the creature came looming closer, Todd somehow managed to muster up enough brain power to twitch his shotgun right into position aaaand... 

BANG.

Bits and pieces of the thing’s face and what looked like red, human blood went flying as the bullet hit it straight in the middle of the forehead.

As the creature started to make more ghastly noises at this new predicament, Todd bolted as fast as he could for the door, scrambling to unlock it as he recalled the goddamn thing hadn’t even gotten in that way somehow!

He kept looking back though, seeing the monster grabbing and clawing its face, blood streaming down black cheeks. But the blood seemed to be coming from it’s eyes not the wound in it’s head. Was it crying BLOOD, now?!

No time to think anymore on that. He got the last lock off and swung open the door, nearly inhaling the night air as fast as he could as if oxygen could help him get outta this.

But as he stumbled down the porch stairs, he heard it behind him, coming in HOT!

“GET AWAY, GET THE FUCK AWAY!!!” He finally shrieked out, turning around and trying to aim and shoot again.

But this time the creature whom he’d only seen take a few steps in the past, LUNGED OFF THE PORCH and tackled him down.

It’s weight felt like a million goddamned blankets all at once, and Todd also felt the vibrations of it’s growl that it was making, and he faintly recognized that as something similar to a big cat.

There was movement on the side of him, and Todd looked over to see some kind of black tentacle had grabbed his faithful shotgun, was raising it, and now crushed it as easy as a tin can. Then threw it off somewhere, to be forgotten and never used again.

Looking back up into the black hellish face inches from him, Todd saw the wound that was once clear as day in that forehead was now totally gone, and indeed the blood had been coming from those horrible big red eyes. It still was coming from them. Leaking down and dripping blood everywhere.

“Do you have any last words you wish to say, Todd? Before you are nothing but an empty husk in the ground? Fertilizing the Earth you so abused?”

“I... I...” Todd looked around, though he could not really see anything. Nothing but the creature’s face right there and a bit of the black sky above them, stars so itty bitty and so meaningless... “I’m- I’m sorry!” He cried, the first thing he could think of. “I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know I- I’d upset someone like this! I didn’t know I’d been so bad!! Please! Please just... show mercy! I... I swear I’ll be good, I’ll be better! I’ll stop harmin’ and killin’. I’ll-”

“S-Stop.” 

The beast suddenly stuttered, and the tone sounded almost... almost like that child’s voice again. Their big toothy mouth now crinkled up into a small frown, trembling. Were they... actually crying now? They shook their head back and forth and narrowed their eyes further, looking almost in pain instead of mad.

“You’re.... You’re lying.”

Aarushi nearly whimpered.

“... Just like.... Mamma said you would.”

And before the mortal man Todd could even make another sound in response to this, Aarushi dove in, and finally took out what they’d come here for.

Still crying and whimpering softly, Aarushi sat up straight and held the familiar looking orb of bright light in both if their big hands.

Wait... big hands..?

Aarushi suddenly froze up, shakily staring at their own arms and hands and then down further at the rest of themselves.

“AAAA!!!” They yelped and the soul went flying, while Aarushi went scooting away and curling up into themselves.

....

Sebastian felt like facepalming but quickly took the better route and ran out of the forest to comfort his little kitten.

“Oh sweetie, it’s alright! You’re fine! This is normal!” He told them, scooping up the soul as well in one free hand.

“I-I’ve NEVER looked like THIS BEFORE!! WHY?!” Aarushi wailed.

“Oh my little tiger cub, there is nothing to fret over,” Agni came forward as well, kneeling down and.. hesitating a moment as he saw the blood coming from their eyes. “.. I believe your Mother speaks the truth, sweet one.” He lowered his voice further and took out a handkerchief to help soak up some of the bloody tears. “This form may be new to you, but it is yours all the same. It is how you are meant to be. Do not fear your self.”

Sniffling, Aarushi finally uncovered their eyes and finally looked back again at the soul hovering in their Mamma’s grasp. Almost perfectly still as if it were a piece of art, and Sebastian was the proud artist.

But no, Sebastian moved the glowing thing closer...

“You have earned this, kitten. Please.”

Although Aarushi could not fathom the logic of “earning” a human’s soul, they sighed and lifted those strange black clawed hands, letting Mamma put the soul in them.

They now stared down the glowing thing, as they had many others they’d been fed before... But each and every one had had a different taste.

.. And Aarushi had an inkling they knew this one’s taste would certainly not be the best out of them all.

But nonetheless they brought it up close and opened their mouth, already feeling the pull from both themselves and the soul; It was strange, like there was a straw there to suck up a liquid like chocolate milk or something, but there was nothing.

And soon the light was gone, and Aarushi was feeling it, already taking root inside the half of them that needed it. Could taste it.

And oh.. the.. taste...

So. 

Much. 

Sin.

Aarushi started violently shaking, face scrunching up, and mouth opening. But no loud noises this time. No screams, either. Just broken, choked squeaks.

This man had been even worse than Aarushi had been told about. Things were surfacing from his soul that even other humans would probably be horrified to know about him. Things.. a child like Aarushi really shouldn’t have had to see or know of.

It boiled inside them, like thick greasy oil and tar and it was so bad that Aarushi finally tore themselves away from their Mother and hunched over on the ground, hands supporting them, and started heaving....

“Aarushi, NO!” Sebastian cried when he realised what his kitten was trying to do. He forced them back up, even as they struggled and flailed and grabbed their own abdomen like they wanted to tear it open and take the soul out that way.

“Please, listen to me, Aarushi! I know you are suffering from whatever it is you taste, but you must keep that soul down! You MUST! It will be USELESS to ANYONE if you throw it back up now! It has already been altered by being inside you!”

“It’s- it’s the worst!! Please! Mamma!! PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA SEE ANYMORE!!”

Aarushi continued on as the soul was absorbed into them for quite a while, for it took a long time to be fully absorbed when the human who had possessed it was not only very old, but had also had quite a lot of life changing experiences.

And though Sebastian did not wish for his precious only child to suffer, he knew all demons, including himself, went through these experiences of eating a soul that truly went against their pallet. 

And yet... energy was energy. And it was necessary for a demon so young to keep going.

He stood from the ground finally, cradling his kitten who had resorted to their human form close, like he hand many, many times before, and looked to Agni.

It was time to go home.

Go home, where Aarushi could curl up in bed with their many dozen soft plush bunnies and Miss Bunny, and Mamma and Pappa right there on both sides too, and continue to deal with the outcome of this experience.

It would take a long time this time, Sebastian and Agni knew, but they would be there all the way..

For though the results of this were not the best, what had transpired and lead to this had surely shown the two parents that their little one was learning and growing and soon... maybe soon.. they would find souls that they would enjoy eating.

And no more Todds.

[theycallmemoosey]

Get Some Sleep

Dan x Reader 

A/N: This is another request that I had the absolute pleasure of doing - this was by far one of my favourites to have written. I really hope this is back up to standards since my long hiatus that wasn’t really a hiatus. Thanks for staying and supporting me, guys, it really means a lot to me. Hope you enjoy! Moose :)

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Time seemed to go on forever as you stared at the laptop in front of you. This essay wasn’t going to write itself, and apparently, neither were you. 

“Y/N? Are you going to give up on that yet?” 

“Not yet” 

“You’ve been working on that for hours now”

“It requires a lot of attention” 

“So do I” 

You turned round in your chair, laughing at Dan as he sat on the end of the bed crossed legged, looking at you with the famous puppy eyes when he wanted something badly. 

“Dan, go away. I need to finish this” 

“Ok ok,” Dan laughed, “Just don’t burn yourself out, I want you nice and energised for tomorrow night ok?” 

“Yes, yes…I know” you sighed, thinking about the film premiere that Dan and Phil had invited been invited to, getting a plus one each. They both decided that the only person they truly wanted there was you, so you agreed to go. You felt Dan place his hands on your shoulders, leaning down and placing a kiss on your head. 

“You want anything?” 

“Have we got any chocolate?” 

“No…” Dan pondered in thought,  “I can offer you sweets?” 

“Yeah,” you replied, “Just bring me sugar” 

Dan chuckled, “On it” 

You heard Dan walk away and you sighed and rubbed your eyes, trying to think of something - anything - to write. You really needed to go to sleep ready for the big event tomorrow night. You had received your dress from the designer that approached you and the boys, and it was all set up on the front of the wardrobe, designed to match Dan’s suit. It was honestly one of the nicest dresses you had ever seen, and you weren’t really into the whole dresses and makeup thing. Dan had organised someone to do your hair and make up for you, saying how it was such an important event and he wanted to show everyone how beautiful you were. You really didn’t want to disappoint Dan, but you also didn’t want to disappoint your professor. 

“Heya Y/N” 

You turned around at the sound of a different voice behind you, “Hey Phil. You ok?”

“Yeah, Dan told me to bring you these” he said, handing you the packet of your favourite sweets. 

“Thanks, Philly” you smiled at him gratefully, following his gaze to your laptop, “I know…I haven’t really gotten much further. I’m just having a complete mind blank”

“Need any help?” 

“No, no. It’s ok Phil. Thank you” 

“Well, Dan and I are going to film a Sims video…will you be ok for a couple hours?” 

“I’m not a child, Phil” you laughed, “I think I can look after myself for a few hours” 

“Alright, alright” Phil laughed with you, squeezing your hand before he left.

You sighed and turned back around, opening the packet of sweets and putting one in your mouth straight away. You had to get this done tonight, even if it took you all night long.

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“Night Phil” Dan yawned out as he walked into your bedroom, stopping as he saw you in the same position you were in nearly 3 hours ago, “Y/N?” 

You turned around, surprised, “What-yeah?”

“You’re still working? What did I say about burning yourself out?”

“I’ll sleep during the day tomorrow…the premiere isn’t until the evening and I don’t have to start getting ready until about 4. I can sleep until then”

Dan sighed, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a light kiss to your neck, “How much longer do you think you have?”

“Umm…” you closed the lid on your laptop and picked it up, turning around to face Dan, “all night? I’ll go and work in the kitchen or the front room…let you sleep” 

“No. You know the rule. You don’t sleep, I don’t sleep...unless I have an important meeting in the morning. Coincidently, I don’t have an important meeting in the morning so I can stay awake with you until you go to bed” 

“Dan, I may not be going to bed until very late the next morning” 

“Fine. I’m not going to sleep until you do. Understood?”

“Dan…” 

“Understood?!” 

You sighed, smiling lightly, “Fine. But…if you fall asleep, just know that I will do anything, and I mean anything, to wake you up” 

“Is that a challenge?”

“Only if you make it one”

Dan smirked, getting onto the bed and placing his laptop on his lap, “Okie dokie” 

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You felt your head drop down and your eyes snap open. You quickly checked the time at the top of your laptop. You had easily been asleep for 20 minutes. 

“You ok?” Dan asked, head turning from his laptop to you as he noticed you drift off into sleep. 

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

Dan chuckled, “Don’t pretend I didn’t see you fall asleep, monkey” 

“Shush. I’m working” 

Dan smiled, biting his lip as he sat there in thought. He quietly slipped past the desk as he headed out the door, heading to the front room. He grabbed all the blankets and pillows he could find in the front room, grabbing the extra blankets from the sofa in the office. Dan tiptoed back in, the only sound in the room the sound of the keys on the keyboard tapping away as you continued to write this never-ending essay. Dan pulled the chair back slightly, pulling you away from the desk with it, startling you slightly, 

“Lean forward” 

“What? Why?” You asked, trying to turn around but Dan swivelled the chair back around so you couldn’t see him. 

“Just lean forward Y/N” Dan persisted, giggling quietly. 

You sighed but obeyed him, shuffling forward on the seat and leaning forward. You furrowed your eyebrows as you felt Dan place a few small cushions behind your back. 

“Dan?” 

“Shh. Carry on working now. Don’t mind me” 

You leant back on the cushions, feeling so much more comfortable than before. You watched as Dan began moving the mirror and the rail behind you, grabbing a few elastic bands as he passed you. You shook your head and continued typing, pausing now and again to think. Dan continued pulling furniture around into a formation and then started picking the blankets up off of the ground and tying them around the furniture with the elastic bands. You stopped working when Dan pulled the desk forward, tucking the blanket behind the back and then pushed it back. It was only then that you realised Dan had made a blanket fort around you. 

“Dan, what in the actual-“

“Shhhh. Carry on with your work” Dan giggled like a schoolgirl, taking a picture of you in his ‘expertly’ built blanket fort, “Just wanted to make sure you are comfortable. Don’t want you getting uncomfortable now, do we?”

You laughed, shaking your head at his weirdness, watching as he sat back down in his previous position on the bed, sliding underneath the covers this time. Sighing, you smiled, staring at his adorable features as he happily and casually scrolled through whatever was on his laptop. 

“Come on,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned back to the laptop, shuffling back into the cushions on the chair, you began slowly typing away at the keyboard once again. 

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You groaned, dropping your head down onto the desk as you had a complete mental block. Dan snapped his head back up after hearing a groan followed by a thump, now comfortable in his pyjamas bottoms and hoodie in bed while watching the latest series of his new obsession on Netflix. The blanket fort was still intact, but you had discarded the majority of the cushions that were previously supporting your back, finding the upright posture too tedious this late at night. 

“Y/N, come on now. It’s the next morning already…has been for a few hours now…” Dan trailed off, taking the headphone out of his ear as he checked the time, “come to bed? Please?”

You shook your head, sitting back up and squinting your eyes at the screen as if it would magically make words appear, “too much to do. Can’t sleep until done. Must finish before sun rises”

“Uhh…” Dan started to laugh, “Ms.Android, can I have my girlfriend back please?” 

You smiled and rolled your eyes, although you were quickly back to typing. 

Dan hummed and stared at you for a few minutes, lost in a trance as he watched you type, think, and then type again. He smiled as an idea came to his head, quickly unplugging his headphones as he began getting out of bed. You heard Dan walk around the room, grabbing things from various places but you couldn’t see that well, the blanket fort blocking your view. You thought nothing of it and continued typing before you suddenly heard music come from behind you. Confused, you turned around in the chair, ducking slightly to see Dan stood on the bed dancing awfully to ‘I’m Like A Bird’. 

“Dan! Shush! Phil is trying to sleep!” You scolded.

Dan ignored you and began lip-syncing to the song, holding a bundled pair of socks in his hand as a microphone as he pretended to serenade you. You tried to stifle a laugh as Dan nearly tripped off the bed, swiftly recovering and making it into a dance move. Just as the chorus was about to start, Dan jumped off the bed, throwing the socks over to the other side of the bedroom as he pointed at you, trying to gain his balance. 

“Dan, don’t you dare. Phil is sleeping!” 

“I’M LIKE A BIRD” Dan sang, moving his arms in an aeroplane motion, pretending to be a bird, “I’LL ONLY FLY AWAY”

“Dan! Shush!” You cried out, laughing so much your stomach began to hurt.

“I DON’T KNOW WHERE MY SOUL IS” Dan held his hand out to you, asking you not-so-silently to dance with him.

“Dan, no” you hushed him, still smiling and giggling.

Dan rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and into a tight embrace, “I DON’T KNOW WHERE MY HOME IS”

You gave up, sighing into his chest as he began to sway to the music, his grip not releasing on you.

“And baby all I need for you to know is” Dan whispered, “sing with me” 

You gave in and the two of you finished the song, Dan twirling you round a few times and dancing with you like little kids. 

As the song finished, the two of you were panting from dancing and laughing so much. You were sure that Phil was awake, but Dan made you forget that anyone else in the world existed. 

Dan kissed your forehead, “I love you, monkey”

“I love you too, Danny” you smiled, giving him a tight embrace before letting go and trying to retire back to the desk. However, Dan hadn’t let go of your wrist and pulled you back to him. 

“Please, finish off soon. Don’t kill yourself” 

“I won’t. I promise. I think I’m nearly done anyway” 

Dan sighed in defeat but smiled, “Okay. Kick that essay’s ass” 

You laughed, turning back to the desk, “I’ll try”

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You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you neared the end of the essay. The time on your laptop read 4:38. You had been working on this god forbidden essay for nearly 9 hours now and you wondered why the hell you even went to university. You turned your head, ducking down to see under the blanket fort in an attempt to see how Dan was doing. His head was slumped down, one hand limp on the laptop and the other crossed over his body as it rested his shoulder. You smiled, grateful that he tried so desperately to stay awake with you. You were so lucky to have him in your life, but he was also beyond lucky to have you. Your smiled turned from adoring to mischievous as you remembered the agreement the two of you had earlier that night. Silently, you crept out from under the still standing blanket fort and out of the bedroom, before quietly heading down to the kitchen. Dan slept peacefully, his laptop playing away to itself. His sleep was suddenly disrupted as he felt sharp, cold bursts of water on his face. Dan jolted up from his sleep, worried more about you than anything, before spotting you next to the bed, giggling as you pointed the water gun at his face.

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL?” Dan groaned, wiping the water from his face, his eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion. 

“Do you not remember what I said earlier?” 

“What?”

You kept giggling, pumping the water gun back up, “We made a deal earlier…do you not remember?”

“WHAT? NO!” An agitated Dan exclaimed, still looking at you in confusion.

“I said that if you fell asleep, I would do anything to wake you up. And so, here I am waking you up. We’re in this together”

Dan groaned, seeming really pissed off as he stomped out of the room, assumably to the bathroom to dry off. You felt bad and sighed, setting the water gun back on the bedside table as you sat back down at the desk. You started typing away again, guilt setting in as you kept replaying how mad Dan was earlier. You heard Dan come back into the bedroom, not bothering to look from underneath the blanket fort as you felt too bad. However, all guilt was forgotten when you felt a load of water hit you in the face. You remained sat in the chair, mouth hung open in shock as you processed what just happened. All you heard was Dan giggling once again, pumping the water gun back up. 

“DAN!” You shouted, trying to hide under the blanket fort as he squirted more water at you. 

“You don’t get away with shooting me with a water gun without me getting you back” 

You groaned and leapt towards the bedside table, grabbing the gun you previously laid there. Laying on the floor, you shot Dan as he continued to shoot you, the both of you laughing as Dan ran to hide behind the bed. The two of you began to have a full-on water war, the two of you laughing as you both got soaked, the bedroom getting soaked with you. Eventually, Dan had you back against the door as he kept shooting, but you grabbed the handle and ran out into the hallway, running down the stairs as quickly as you could. You heard Dan call your name as he processed what had just happened, and then his footsteps running down the stairs. As you hid behind the sofa in the front room, the only light from the moon shining through the large windows, when you heard Dan’s footsteps come to a halt.

“Y/N??? Where are youuuu?” Dan called out breathlessly, tiptoeing through the room as he searched for you, gun in hand and ready to shoot. You accidentally sneezed, silently cursing to yourself as you heard Dan run towards you. You shuffled on the floor towards the other end of the sofa, but you felt water hit your back, making you squeal. You bolted to the other side of the room and shot Dan back, both of you standing your ground as you continued to shoot each other, laughing loudly as you were both dripping in water. Clearly, the two of you didn’t realise how loud you were being as you didn’t hear Phil come downstairs. 

“What the hell are you two-“ He turned the light on and all of you froze, Dan and you looking like two toddlers being caught by their mum stealing cookies from the kitchen. Phil stood there, confusion evident on his face. 

“Guys, why? It’s 5 o’clock in the bloody morning!” 

You and Dan looked at each other, and you tried desperately not to laugh as you realised just how soaked the two of you were. Phil noticed too. 

“Oh my god, guys…look at the state of you two! AND THE FLOOR!” 

You bit your lip, lowering you gun as Dan did the same, the two of you feeling guilty that you woke up Phil, who was just trying to sleep. 

“I’m not cleaning this up” Phil said, turning to leave, but he paused and turned his head back round to look at the two of you, heads lowered, “And for the love of god, go to bed”

You heard Phil mutter something as he sleepily climbed the stairs back up to his bedroom. You looked at Dan, who was just staring at you and trying so desperately to hold in his laughter.

You giggled softly, “Truce?” 

“Truce” Dan confirmed, taking the gun from you, “I’ll clean this up. Go and finish your essay, then we’ll go to bed. Sound like a plan?” 

You nodded and kissed Dan gently. As you tried to pull away, you felt Dan lean forward, his lips still on yours. Laughing, you backed away quickly, forcing him to pull away. 

“I’ll be all yours in…30 minutes. I really don’t have very much left to do. Okay?” 

Dan smiled, “Okay” 

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An hour later, you emerged from the blanket fort, stretching your arms up in the air. Dan looked up from his laptop, eyes filled with anticipation. 

“All done” you smiled, walking over to the bed and flopping down next to him. You saw Dan smile excitedly and place his laptop on the floor, and hurried to shuffle further down into the covers. He stopped as he noticed you laying completely still, your breathing steady and the single sound of a tiny snore came from you. He smiled as he gently pulled the duvet from underneath you and placed It on top of the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer to him.

“Night monkey” he whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your temple as he placed his head above yours. 

That was the best sleep you ever had.

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You carefully walked down the stairs in your heels and long, designer dress. You felt amazing. You had a long sleep with Dan all day and Phil woke you up when it was time to go and get your hair done. Dan and Phil had dressed smartly in their suits, surprisingly just pain black tuxes with ties to match the colour of your dress, each with ‘D&P’ embroidered on them. The two of them stared as you appeared in front of them, your appearance a brand new look to them.

“Holy crap, Y/N!” Dan whistled, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him, kissing you swiftly before pulling away and staring at you up and down, “I can’t believe how lucky I am” 

“Neither can I,” Phil remarked, also staring at you in shock, “You look absolutely incredible” 

“Thank you, Phil. You look rather good too” you smiled, hearing Dan gasp.

“What about me?” Dan whined, giving you puppy eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess you don’t look bad either” you shrugged, heading past both of them and towards the kitchen, looking for the bag you had been given by the designer along with the dress. 

“It’s a good thing I love her” Dan remarked as Phil continued laughing from your sarcastic comment. 

You walked back into the hallway where the boys were waiting for you, still checking their hair and suits in the mirror.

“Shall we get going then? Don’t want to be late do we?” 

You all clambered into the taxi, the boys helping you get the train of your dress into the car, careful not to tear it with your heels. You were all chatting excitedly on the way to Trafalgar Square, where the premiere was behind held. You couldn’t help but feel extremely anxious. The boys had done world tours and had been meeting large groups of adoring fans for years now, but you had only recently within the past year been introduced to the fandom. Admittedly, you weren’t necessarily welcomed at first but as Dan and Phil showed how much you really meant to them, they all began to warm up to you. 

“Hey, you ok? Dan placed his hand on your thigh, noticing you fiddle with your fingers. 

“Yeah. Yeah, good. Just nervous that's all. I haven’t done this before…” 

“Just stick with us, we’ll tell you what to do ok? It’s fine. Just relax and be yourself…everyone loves you. ‘Kay Monkey?”

You nodded, taking his hand in your sweaty one. You held on tightly as the taxi driver pulled up to the square and you saw all the fans behind the stands. Phil opened the door and got out first, receiving screams from some of his fans. You watched as he waved and you blew out a large breath as Dan got out, getting the same amount of screams from the fans. You heard him laugh with Phil, before he turned back round to the taxi, holding his hand out for you to take. 

“Ready?” 

You nodded and smiled, nervously taking his hand and getting out the car. You were overwhelmed by the screams you got, and you smiled and waved at a few girls who screamed your name. You laughed, tears welling up in your eyes from the nerves. 

“You’re doing great” Dan whispered into your ear, taking your waist and guiding you along to the red carpet. You watched Dan and Phil sign autographs and take selfies with a load of fans whilst you stood at the back and followed them. You were shocked when you heard your name being called from behind you. 

“Oh my god!! Y/N!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!” 

You smiled and waved, heading over to talk to them, “hey, guys. How are you?”

They kept screaming and you happily signed autographs and took selfies with them. Dan called your name as he and Phil were called over to take photos for the press. You held up a finger and took one last selfie with a younger fan, no older than 10. 

“You look like a princess!” She beamed, bouncing excitedly as her mum apologised. You knelt down to her height and spoke to her through the gap in the fences. 

“Thank you…would you like me to get Dan and Phil over here to take a picture?” 

She shook her head, “You’re my favourite” 

You smiled in surprise, gratefully squeezing her hand before heading back over to Dan and Phil. You stopped at the line where the press couldn’t take photos of you as Dan and Phil posed together for pictures. You smiled, immensely proud of the two of them. They had done so well for themselves and you couldn’t be happier to be in their lives. 

“Y/N!” Dan called out, his arm outstretched and his hand beckoning you over. 

You hesitated but walked over to him, Dan switching sides with you so you were in the middle. You didn’t quite know how to act and you tensed up, Dan noticing and quickly squeezing your waist, leaning down to whisper to you. 

“Just relax. You’re doing amazing, ok? Just smile. Hey, I’ll buy you pizza when we get home”

You laughed, relaxing slightly as you held onto Dan and Phil for dear life. You smiled for the press, all who kept shouting at you to “look here” and “you look beautiful, Y/N! This way!”

As you all finally made your way along the long line of press and signed more autographs, you walked hand in hand with Dan to the cinema, meeting a number of the film’s stars and other celebrities. It was fair to say you were starstruck. 

You absolutely loved the film, so much so you couldn’t stop talking about it on the way home. Dan and Phil kept sharing looks at the small child they seemed to have taken home instead of the usual, sarcastic girl they lived with. 

You couldn’t wait to get the heels off of your feet, dumping them at the front door and rushing to the bedroom, changing into your pyjama trousers and the most comfortable hoodie of Dan’s before heading into the front room. Dan and Phil were both sat in their suits, their jackets discarded and their ties loosened. You sat down practically on Dan’s lap, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly as Phil put Netflix on, switching it to Hell’s Kitchen.

“Ooooh yes, I could do with some Gordon Ramsay right now” Dan said excitedly, shuffling back further with you into a more comfortable position, kicking his shoes off onto the floor. 

The three of you sat and watched episode after episode, devouring your pizzas with ease, each commentating on the show. As the night went on, you relaxed into Dan’s embrace, placing your feet on Phil’s legs, who didn’t mind having them there at all. Slowly, you felt yourself fall into a peaceful sleep, Dan’s chest rising and lowering steadily helping you into the much-needed slumber. Dan lowered his head when he heard a small snore and giggled softly, careful not to wake you up, before kissing your head softly.

“Goodnight, Monkey. Get some sleep.”

[raendown]

A gift for @copyninken because this madness is your fault. 

Sequel to What I'm Selling Ain't Cheap (Context Is Everything), which was also your fault. 

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Rated: T+ Chapter: 1/7 Word count: 1534 Summary: Now attending the university here in their hometown as he begins his Master's, Tobirama develops a problem with falling asleep in the strangest of places. Madara, poor innocent never-deserved-any-of-this Madara, gets mistaken for a mattress one too many times. All he wanted to do was focus on his career but instead he finds himself forcibly tasked with herding his secret crush towards better sleep habits. It's driving him up the wall.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

KO-FI in the blog header!

Free Student To Good Home (Not House Trained)

Chapter 1: A Lap To Call Home

Madara didn’t so much as flinch when the front door slammed shut behind him with an echoing bang but he did pause to wince at the sound of wooden picture frames rattling against the wall. If any of those dropped he would never hear the end of it from Mito. He would prefer not to get banned from his best friend’s house, especially considering how many nights he showed up with his head too full of the world’s darkest realities, nights when he needed Hashirama’s stupid smile to remind him that everything was okay.

Voices drifted out from the other room but Madara ignored them, making his way to the den instead and throwing himself moodily down on the couch. It was a good soft couch with wide cushions and no judgements about the three extra pounds he was pretty sure he’d gained this month. Today’s shift hadn’t quite been filled with as many horrible gruesome things as he had seen in the past few years but it had been stressful just the same and all he wanted to do was relax in a place where he knew he would be safe yet not alone. Maybe later he would work up the energy to call Izuna and berate his brother for moving halfway across the country. Honestly. Who did that?

All of his brothers had done that. Madara himself was the last of the Uchiha siblings left in their hometown. If it wasn’t for Hashirama taking him in during college he probably would have followed them out of sheer loneliness no matter how much he loved this city.

The wave of fondness that was about to roll over him crested and washed back in the opposite direction when he heard his best friend’s voice stage whispering much too loudly from the other room.

“Shhh we should be quiet. He’s had no sleep and you know he has a gun.”

“The safety is on, you moron,” he called out, voice muffled by couch fibers. “But I’ll take it off for you!”

He didn’t realize his own innuendo until he heard Mito snickering away in the kitchen. Then he was thanking his lucky stars that no one was here to watch his attempt to suffocate himself with tacky upholstery. Disgusting. As if he would ever touch that big moose, not with a ten foot pole and three pairs of rubber gloves! Madara liked to think he had more refined taste than that.

Of course, his tastes included an oblivious albino who frequently tortured him with too-familiar contact and yet never seemed to understand what kind of havoc he was wreaking on poor Madara’s heart. So there was that. The memory of the first time he’d visited Tobirama at university two years ago was still vivid in his mind, how he had been used as a glorified electric blanket and then discarded immediately after he was no longer needed. It had never seemed to occur to Tobirama that what they were doing was basically cuddling and could be interpreted as romantic. All he’d cared about was staying warm while the heater wasn’t working.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart, Madara would never really shoot me!” Hashirama sounded much too confident for a man who had only just been worrying about the presence of a gun. Madara grumbled to himself as he reached down and fumbled at his hip, unclipping the holster and pulling out his standard issue pistol.

He reveled in the terrified squeak that drifted out of the kitchen when he pulled back the slide to cock his weapon. There wasn’t even anything in the clip but Hashirama didn’t need to know that.

The sound of the front door opening and closing again had him dropping the gun to gently slide it underneath the couch so curious fingers wouldn’t find it. Having finished his bachelor’s degree last year, Tobirama was home now where the local university had a program he approved of to begin his master’s. Supposedly he had his own apartment but Madara wasn’t truly sure he lived in it. Actually, he wasn’t one hundred percent certain where the man lived at all. The deeper he got in to studies the worse his sleeping habits had become and ever since Tobirama came home Madara had been finding him sleeping in the strangest places around town on a worryingly frequent basis.

Like now as the zombified form of a pale Senju shuffled in to the room with his eyes barely open, his feet leading him unerringly towards the couch that already had someone sprawled out across it. Tobirama had enough awareness left to turn and sit down properly like a real human being. He did not, apparently, have enough to notice that he was sitting on top of Madara.

“Get. Off. Of. Me.”

In his peripheral vision Madara could see Tobirama lift his head and blink around himself foggily. When he didn’t see anyone his eyes slid shut and his body toppled over sideways, almost seeming to melt on to the body underneath him.

“Warm,” he mumbled absently.

“Tobirama, what the fuck?”

“Shhh, couch. Shhhh. Sleep now.”

And then he was gone, passed out between one breath and the next. Madara wondered if the screaming he could hear was coming from himself or it if was just inside his own head.

No matter how he squirmed or wriggled it did nothing to dislodge Tobirama’s tired form. He wondered how long the idiot had been awake for this time. Twenty hours? Thirty? How many projects could he really have to work on? At least now he was doing only his own homework and not completing other people’s assignments for petty cash like he had when he was off doing his bachelor’s.

Finally Madara gave up and let one of his arms drape down to the floor, his eyebrows bunched together in confused desperation. He hadn’t really planned to stay all that long. Mostly he’d just wanted to come sulk around the place until Hashirama offered to feed him so he wouldn’t have to eat dinner alone in his own too-big apartment. He hated the way the whole place seemed to echo every time he so much as breathed. Izuna used to live there with him and he’d liked things just fine until the traitor moved out west.

Hashirama found him a couple of minutes later, cooing softly when he spotted his sleeping baby brother and then gurgling in shock when he spotted Madara underneath.

“What…are you doing?” he asked slowly, drawing the words out until they could be considered vaguely threatening.

“Don’t stand there like an idiot,” Madara growled. “Help me! I don’t even know what’s happening right now, he just sat down on top of me like I was part of the couch!”

“Hold on, you want me to move him?”

“Yes!”

Hashirama backed away with both hands held in front of himself protectively. “Oh no. No way. The last time I tried to move him while he was sleeping I lost a chunk of my hair. It’s still growing back! My braid looks all lopsided when I go to bed!” He pouted while Madara stared at him incredulously. Partly because he was being dumb and partly because he’d been wondering why that one chunk of hair was shorter than the rest; he had not suspected Tobirama as the culprit – although he really should have.

“Well what am I supposed to do?” he demanded incredulously. “Just lie here until he wakes up?”

“I think that’s the safest option. Should I bring you both a blanket?”

“No! No wait! Hashirama, get back here! I don’t want a blanket, I want to go to sleep in my own bed without one hundred eighty pound of albino on top of me! Hashirama!” Yelling, he discovered just then, was not half as fun when he had to whisper at the same time.

Unfortunately Hashirama had no sympathy for his plight and Madara was smart enough to be afraid of how Tobirama would react if his precious rest was disturbed. A blanket was fetched, a pillow was maneuvered under his head, and Madara resigned himself to lounging in his best friend’s house for much longer than he originally intended to. His head was at least facing the right way at just the perfect angle so he was able to entertain himself with whatever happened to be playing on the television at the moment.

Hashirama even set the remote on the floor where his arm could reach it.

It took an hour or so of rotting his brain but eventually Madara nodded off himself, more comfortable than he thought anyone had a right to be while they were squashed under the weight of another person. When he woke he was alone on the couch, blanket crumpled by his feet and no trace of Tobirama but for the lingering scent of ink and paper. A quick look at his watch told him he’d slept through the night and was due back at work in two hours, just enough time to rush home, shower, grab a bite to eat, and change.

He spent the entire two hours wondering if he’d dreamed the whole thing up.

[gaaleeceo]

I’m very tired it’s like 4 in the morning but

Troll call trolls characters as things me/my friends have said

Zebede: Man I don’t wanna worry about work I just wanna watch the bees

Tyzias: *takes sip from coffee mug* there’s nothing in this mug

Mallek: Punk isn’t dead if you’re not a PUSSY

Daraya: She had a nosebleed but we kept making out anyway

Barzum & Baizli: Twins always get what they want because everyone is afraid of their potential power level

Nihkee: PUNCH ME IN THE GUT trust me I’ll enjoy it

Chahut: Murder is just a negative term for population control

Diemen: They put too much mustard on my hotdog...I don’t even like the color yellow

Skylla: You’ve heard of y’all, now get ready for w’all

Folykl: I haven’t showered since Wednesday and look at me! I know I’m a mess

Kuprum: My mom asked me what kinda sex I was having and I said yes

Charun: Early bird gets the worm...why...the worm...has done nothing...

Amisia: *slaps image of deceased character from Attack on Titan* THIS IS A R T

Polypa: If I saw like a McDonald’s on fire I would jump right on in cause haha same

Tegiri: I have waifus AND husbandos. I’m...I’m animebisexual

Tirona: WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO WATCH SESAME STREET

Lynera: Patience is virtue, but obviously whoever came up with that never went to high school

Elwurd: Girls make me feel gassy...like the good kind. The kind where I can burp in her face and she’d want to make sweet love to me right then and there. Man I love being a lesbian

Galekh: Excuse me can I please finish my presentation on ‘Why My Opinion is Better and Yours is Irrelevant’? I still have 10 more slides

Vikare: I wanna fly a blimp. That’d be bad ass

Boldir: The aliens man, they drank all my slushy. It’s all their god damn fault

Cirava: What I’m doing...is getting high on life. And weed. The weed is always a definite

Tagora: Gremlins is my favorite movie because you know when they turn evil and stuff? Mood

Ardata: Shhhh I’m trying to get the spider to be my friend...no don’t run away!

Marvus: This school is a fucking shit show and we all have front seats

Fozzer: Can I bury my depression

Stelsa: Dressed to impress! No one but myself, that’s how it is

Wanshi: Nya is so overrated. How about merwlerw. That’s a noise my cat makes

Bronya: Hush child, I’m your mom now. Bedtime is never

Chixie: Everytime I try to make music it just sounds like obscene nonsense. My music is toilet humor

Zebruh: Ladies love a guy with no respectable qualities whatsoever

Azdaja: The teacher is obviously wrong. Vegeta and Goku were MADE for each other

Konyyl: These arms were made for huggin, and that’s what they’ll do. One of these days these arms are gonna hug you really tight and it didn’t rhyme

Who is This?: *screams in the middle of class* WHY IS IT MOOSE INSTEAD OF MEESE

Marsti: I clean up so much shit around here I may as well be a janitor.

Lanque: My shoes are actually from Wal mart but don’t tell the other popular people that I want them to think I’m cool

Remele: I’m always DTFAP. Down to fuck a pirate

[toomanyfandomsinonebrain]

Aaa a oh my gosh i need fluUFf!!1!1!?? Could you do an imagine with 17 and 20 where Crowley finds reader overworking themselves??

Yes, love. Absolutely yes! Let me embrace your ideas!

Name: Go to sleep.Prompts: 17. “Shush and go back to bed.” 20. “I don’t like hugs. I only like yours.”

“Y/N?” Crowley walks in your room just to see you staring at the computer screen, working on another project of yours. You are absorbed by the lines on the bright screen - even though your eyes are tired and burning, it is easier to concentrate on the work rather than go to sleep. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Work,” you answer quickly, reaching out for your cup of coffee but find his hand, as Crowley puts the cup out of your reach. “Coffee! Look, I could fall asleep, so I decided to work!” you point at the unmade bed behind you.

“Sleep,” he takes your hand and gently pulls you out of your chair. You murmur something about your work, but Crowley simply laughs at you and pushes you towards the bed, shutting the computer off with one hand. “Shush and go back to bed.”

“But…” you stop talking.

“But what, love?”

“I can’t fall asleep alone,” you say under your breath. Ever since your accident on a hunt, you have problems sleeping. Sam and Dean used to keep you company, but now you live on your own again, and it is hard.

“Is that all?” you nod slowly, and Crowley laughs, quickly taking his jacket and tie off. “Then come on, I will get you to sleep.”

“But…”

“And we will cuddle, and I will hold you, and whatever,” he adds.

“But I thought you don’t like hugs!”

“I don’t like hugs. I only like yours,” Crowley sits down on the bed and smiles at you. “Come on, it is way past the bedtime of any functional human being,” you get in bed, and Crowley wraps the blanket around your shoulders, then pulls you into a tight hug, so you rest your head on his shoulder. Even though he may have acted like he didn’t want to sit there with and ‘cuddle’, but now he seems too happy about it. He breathes quietly, tickling your ear a little, his fingers gently stroking your hair, calming down your mind, until the only thing you really concentrate on is the soothing rhythm of his movements - soft but protective. There are no nightmares coming. You don’t see any of your usual signs - your brain coming up with new ideas, the computer looking too attractive to ignore at 2 am… It is calm. Crowley’s shirt smells like fire, but this smell calms you down even more. “Shhhh…”

“Thank you,” you whisper, slipping away in a long-wanted dream. It can have unicorns. And giraffes. And a moose. And squirrels. But no work. No hunting. No problems. He will take care of that.

“Just sleep, I will not go anywhere,” but just to ensure that, you wrap your hands around his shoulders - just to make sure that Crowley is here to stay. He chuckles softly. “Y/N, I would not leave when you need me,” you don’t get to hear that though - you are half-asleep. And you know that when you wake up, he will be there. Because King of Hell always keeps his promises. Especially when they concern you and your health.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“Daddy Buckwoo and Izzy”

Summary: In honor of Father’s Day, here’s a one-shot about Bucky, his girlfriend and her 3 year old daughter, Isabella Marie. Love doesn’t always occur in conventional ways. Sometimes, chance meetings can lead to a lifetime of happiness.

 Words:946 (kinda got carried away)

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Isabella Marie

 Warnings: Extreme fluff 

 Ah, yes Father’s Day, the hallowed 3rd Sunday in June. Some dad’s consider it Holy Grail Sunday because their loved ones showers them with breakfast in bed, homemade crafts, and a vast array of gifts; ranging from ties, tools, and fishing equipment.

For James Buchanan Barnes, his hopes of becoming a parent were dashed thanks to the evil minions of HYDRA. They didn’t want any tiny Winter Soldiers running around so Bucky was sterilized. That’s when karma stepped in and brought Y/N into his life.

Their meeting was pure happenstance. He, Steve and Sam decided to explore the city. Since neither super soldier had ever been to a department store in the 21st century, this turned into a field trip!

As the trio meandered through a maze of aisles and people at Macy’s, someone caught his eye. There she was at the Men’s Fragrance counter, cherry brown shoulder length hair, olive skin, brilliant smile and well defined figure. It wasn’t his intention to buy anything but all of a sudden he needed, no wanted cologne.

 “S’cuse me ma’am. Can’ya tell me what smells good nowadays?

 “Good afternoon sir. My goodness, there’s so many to choose from. You have no idea what you’d like?”

 “Nah. What would you like to smell on a man?”

 Tapping a finger on her perfect chin, Y/N chose “Invictus” by Paco Rabanne.

 She sprayed a small piece of paper and handed it to Bucky..

 “Wow, this is nice. You’ve got good taste, Doll.” Y/N lowered her head and blushed. “I’m glad you like it. Follow me and I’ll ring you up.”

 Walking to the register, Y/N completed the transaction and thanked him.

 After that encounter, Bucky found the courage to ask Y/N out for coffee. She happily accepted. Discovering she was a single mother, Bucky had trepidations about meeting Izzy.

 Would she be afraid of him or his metal arm? And Y/N was very protective of her daughter. She didn’t want a revolving door relationship with him. So they decided to take it slow. She hoped Isabella and her new beau would establish a special bond.

 Well it was love at first sight. Izzy relaxed into a comfortable rapport with Bucky and wasn’t afraid of his metal appendage. She also loved hanging out at Stark Tower with Unke Steeb, Unke Tam, Unke Tor, Unke Cwint, Unke Towe, Te Te Nat and Te Te Wando.

 Earth’s mightiest heroes succumbed to the cuteness of a rambunctious freckled faced 3 year old, with dark brown hair and sparkling gray eyes!   

 After being together for a year and a half, Y/N and Izzy moved into the Tower for safety reasons and she started work at Stark Enterprises. Bucky could rest easier knowing they were under the same roof with him. Tony opened up the 93rd floor for the family. Izzy’s room was filled with teddy bears, dolls, tea sets and princess accessories including tiaras and feather boas! Two more rooms became “Princess Izzy Land”. Her “kingdom” consisted of a huge playhouse, gym set with two swings, see-saw and sliding board nestled on the best indoor turf money can buy.

 On any given day, Princess Izzy would “hold court”. Steve, Bucky and Sam were her loyal subjects. She instructed them to sit on the floor, placing a tiara atop their heads with a feather boa wrapped around their necks and have tea. Y/N, Nat, Wanda and Tony stumbled upon Her Royal Highness having tea and crumpets with the over-sized commoners of “Izzy Land.” Snickering in the background, flashes of light captured the moment, as raucous laughter erupted.

 As Father’s Day approached, Y/N planned something special for Bucky, but at the last minute, he and Steve were called away on a mission and didn’t know if they would be home in time. She and Izzy were disappointed, especially the little one. When Bucky left, Izzy always cried. He’d already made up his mind to leave the field once he and Y/N were married. Being a full-time husband and dad outweighed missions.

 Saturday before Father’s Day, Izzy whispered in her momma’s ear the surprise from her to Bucky.

 Later that evening, Bucky and Steve returned. Izzy jumped from the sofa in their apartment and ran to Bucky’s waiting arms.

 “Buckwoo, Buckwoo you hwee!”

 “Yes sweetheart, I’m here. Missed you and your momma so much.”

 Izzy wrapped her tiny arms around his neck as far as she could and kissed him on the jaw.

Later that evening, Izzy was M.I.A.  Y/N reassured her overprotective boyfriend she was hanging out with Wanda and Nat.

 Bucky’s “Sugar Plum” was on a secret mission, planning her own surprise for him.

This is what she asked Wanda to write in his card:

“Dear Daddy Buckwoo, I wuv you. I gwad you wuv me. Tisses, Izzy you Pwincess”

 (Dear Daddy Buckaroo. I love you. I’m glad you love me. Kisses, Izzy your Princess)

 On the front, she colored three stick figures, Mommy, Izzy and Daddy Buckwoo and decorated the card with Princess stickers!

 Father’s Day 6:50 a.m.

 Bucky bolted upright at the sound of stirring in their kitchen. Making his way down the hall, there was Izzy, pouring cereal into one of her small bowls.

 Nat helped her filling milk and orange juice into her cups with a spout the day before.

 Bucky stealthily got back into bed. Y/N stirred. “Hey babe, what’s going on?

 “Izzy has a surprise for me. Shhhh, here she comes.”

 Ever determined to serve her daddy breakfast in bed, Izzy placed the cereal bowl, spoon, cups and card in her hot pink  princess wagon and rolled into Bucky and Y/N’s bedroom.

 Carefully, Izzy tip-toed to Bucky’s side of the bed and laid her hand on his face.

 “Hey Sugar Plum, what’re you doing up so early? Is everything okay?” 

 “Happy Fodder’s Day, Daddy Buckwoo! Wookie, I got bweakfust fo you!”

 Bucky was floored. There in front of him was the world’s cutest little girl, bringing him breakfast in bed.

 “I made dis fo you. Te Te Wando wote fo me.” On blue construction paper were 3 colored stick figures and lots of stickers.

 “Who’s this Sugar Plum?”

 Smiling wide, “Mommy, me n’you Daddy Buckwoo.”

 Bucky became emotional reading the message inside and Izzy thought he was sad.

 “Daddy Buckwoo, awe you sad? Pwease don’t cwy.” Bucky lifted her on the bed into his lap.  

 “Oh Sugar Plum, I’m not sad. How could I be? I have you and your momma and I love you both so much. Thank you sweetheart for breakfast and my beautiful card. M’gonna put it on the fridge with one of your princess magnets.”

 Izzy laid her head on his shoulder. “Kay daddy Buckwoo.” Y/N knelt down and pulled a beautifully wrapped box from under the bed, placing it beside him. 

“We have another gift for you. Happy Father’s Day sweetheart!”

 Inside was a leather jacket, the one he eyed 6 months ago. “Doll this is the jacket I wanted! How….when? I can’t believe it!” Bucky kissed both his best girls.

In return, Bucky opened the night stand drawer on his side of the bed.

 Inside were two blue velvet boxes; one contained a pear shaped engagement ring for Y/N and the other a cute little heart necklace for their daughter..

 Getting down on one knee, he asked Y/N to marry him and if he could adopt Sugar Plum!

 Clapping while jumping up and down, the excited toddler sang, ♪♫♪ Daddy Buckwoo, Pwincess Izzy wuvs you ♫♪♫. Speechless, Y/N nodded her head, mouthing ‘yes’.

 Father’s Day 2017 would go down in the annals of history as one of  the best days of James Buchanan Barnes’ life. Not only did he have a stunning fiancee’, but also a daughter. Isabelle Marie, the apple of his eye.

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Name: Sofie

Age:  18

Nickname: Soso/Ratty/Any variation of my username you can imagine/Sofa

Star Sign: Gemini

Height: 5′10″ ishhhh

Time right now: NOT A TIME I SHOULD BE AWAKE LMAO (like midnight)

Favourite music artists/bands: bruh. you would break me apart by making me choose like this???? uH. edm is my heart and soul but i listen to everything. yes, even country and rap, fiTE ME. then, like any good tumblr user, i do have a weakness for bandom.

Song currently stuck in my head: i’m listening to music so this is hard. lemme turn it off and then try and hum something. okay that was just the imperial march that’s cheap assing it. -checks playlist to see what’s next- the patron saint of liars and fakes. yeah this is tumblr and we are the aesthetic representation of 2007 pete wentz.

Last movie I watched: iN THE THEATRE OR NO? last movie i watched watched was sw: tfa (again). last in theatres was... oh legit it was logan i’m p sure. go see logan if u want to be able to call yourself a person btw. u r just air w/o watching that movie. AIR.

Last TV show I watched: iron fist (shhhh, don’t talk to me, i’m still cringe-crying inside. wARD IS GOOD THO. he’s good. he gets a pass.)

What I’m wearing right now: a long ass t-shirt with lasagna cat i mean garfield on it

When I made this blog: June, 2012. NO, I NEVER GOT OFF THIS DAMN SITE.

My blog content: Shit. ok OK Real answer. Fandom stuff like star wars, marvel, dcu, harry potter, etc. Also a lot of me calling this place a hellsite and probably sounding ungrateful but the discourse took me and now I yell about antis

Do I have other blogs: @ao3feed-jaydick yeah it’s tHIS useless ho who runs that shitshow

Do I get asks regularly: lmAO no i am unnoticed and tiny on this great big blue

Why I chose this url: spn is still my weakness and i live and breathe shitty puns. I LIVE AND BREATHE THEM. driver picks the moose-ic. im so f u nn y r i ght ,,,, im so Good

Gender: a. no but my gender is just the shrug emoji. i don’t mind. i generally just say female when people ask bc i was born biologically female. but if i didn’t expect attack helicopter jokes i’d say agender.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Pokémon team: MYSTIC PRIDE

Favourite colour: periwinkle

Average hours of sleep: noPe.avi. sometimes it’s 3. sometimes it’s 12. i always end up napping anyway. 

Lucky Number: 3

Favourite book: i’m that kid that cried in literature class and loved all the classics. yeah yk that kid. currently tho? i’m re-reading hp. but that’s also a cheap answer soooo.. my mind goes back to being young and reading that was then and this is now and getting, like, Emotionally Moved™. so i’ll say that.

Number of blankets I sleep with: 2 on average but sometimes NONE BECAUSE ANARCHY AND CHAOOOS and also it’s hot here

Number of followers: 307 and i will marry each and every one of them (even the porn blogs. much love and thanks hugebigtitties1010 and co)

I tag: @thefiresofmustafar (u knew i would hon), @preetkiran1016 , @yukiwrites , @grrhatlet , @dorkgrayson , @seethestarsalittlecloser , @moonstruckthespian , @chibi-lucy11 , @aalcalinaa , @pricefieldsorikutrash , @reaperlight , @rocket-sith , @timeladycheen , @cyke-out , @ginger-the-snarky , @smallasslevi , @lukeskywkers , @endless-bonds , @telzam , @aquasarmor 

and all the rest of my adored mutuals that i haven’t tagged not out of personal affront but because this list is gonna be 307 people long and that’s Not Practical. but if i didn’t tag u and want to do this, pretend i did anyway cAUSE IM WITH U IN SPIRIT