Once Upon A Time... Part 2 [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Bucky breaks up with you suddenly, and you didn’t get to tell him about your unborn baby

Warning(s): Language, angst.

Word Count: 1,178

A/N: I can’t believe so many wanted to join my taglist for this series. Makes me so happy!! Part 3 coming soon. Tagging the list in a reblog!

Bucky was wearing a hole in his carpet in his room from pacing the same route when he got back from seeing you with shopping bags and that baby bump.

His hands fisted his hair as he pulled harshly on his roots, cursing himself for being such a fucking idiot.

He fucked up and he knows it. He left you at a critical time, leaving you to go through your pregnancy alone - no doubt with complications from his serum which the baby will most likely inherit some of. The more unfavorable thing for Bucky besides not being there was going to bed with you every night. Rubbing your baby bump and your back and taking care of his beloved girl. Instead, he broke your heart, to protect you as he keeps reminding himself.

But there was a new problem - if Hydra ever discovered you were pregnant with his baby, there is no question in his mind they wouldn’t hunt you down and experiment on his unborn child just to find out what it did inherit from its father.

What should he do?

The right thing for him to do would to explain and tell you the truth. The real reason why he had to leave. The risk of Hydra finding you made him panic and he knew he had to do something sooner or later.

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Endgame premiere.

Should I write this?

Summary: Imagine going to the endgame premiere with Sebastian and your daughter, she’s all shy as she walks the purple carpet with her dad and never let’s go of his hand but loves interacting with fans, and then seeing all her aunts and uncles when you go inside and watch the film, and she’s old enough to understand the film but doesn’t realise the actors aren’t their actual characters so gets upset when Tony and Nat die and she runs off to find them to make sure they’re okay?

How cute would that be 🥺

If this gets 20 notes I’ll write it ❣️

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Shifter Series Masterlist

Summary: Bucky wasn’t sure what to make of the newest recruit. What he thought was the new team pet was really a shifter in disguise. He learns she’s not afraid of much, whether it’s himself, or walking around all natural. Having the unique ability to change into several different kinds of animals makes her a bit more in tune to her animal instincts as well. Things are hardly ever dull anymore with her around. 

Ragdoll 

Duckling

Caracal 

Gold Retriever

Python

Panther

Fennec Fox 

Hawk

Wolf

Wolf 2

Dolphin

Puma

Doe

Human

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S.S Social Media AU- Part 13

Masterlist

Prompt List

List of people I do imagines for

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Series called Offshore

Paring: Seb X Reader (AU)

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: you are Chris Evans’ little sister (played by Margo Robbie) and you are dating Sebastian Stan your co-star

Y/N- Your name

Y/N/N- Your nickname

Y/S/N- your ship name

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The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 6)

Here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2332

Warnings: Fluffy fluffy fluff, and a little making out

A/N: So, how does Bucky, Steve, and Sam taking care of sassy four-year-old sound. Y'all this is so cute and I hope you think it is also. Love you all!

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Requests are Open, if you want to be added to the tags list for this series or wrting with Bucky in general, just ask. Masterlist

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I’ll never smile again - B.B.

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Whenever a persons Soulmate would sing a song, they would have that song, sung by the original artist, stuck in their head. You were always confused about your soulmates choices. Who would assume that he was an 100 year old man?

Word count: 3,971

Warnings: None, pure fluff

A/N: Sorry I talk around the topic a lot, I just keep wanting to add more details and stuff lmao anyways enjoy!

You moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner for yourself and your best friend/roommate Hayley. You two lived in a small apartment in the middle of New York. You both still haven’t met your soulmate but that was alright. You had each other, and soon enough you would hopefully meet them. Hayley always made jokes about how hard it would be for your soulmate since you were a singer. Not a professional one, you sometimes sang at weddings or in bars. When you didn’t have any performances, you worked as a barista in the coffee shop down the street, just like Hayley.

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Come Back to Me - Bucky Barnes Series (Part Four)

Bucky Barnes fic in which the reader and the whole team go on a mission and the reader was captured and the team had to save her but not before the captors had erased her memories and now the the team is trying to regain her memories for her and Bucky is trying to get her to remember their love in hopes that it will bring her memories back

Part One Part Two Part Three

Please give feedback, I want to know if people will actually read this if I continue to write more parts

(Y’all this is bad, I apologize)

A week later, you found yourself in the living room and sitting next to Natasha on the ground, waiting for the movie to start. You figured this was the ‘tradition’ that Bucky had told you about. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect out of the night because you were fairly certain that not everyone in the room liked the same movies.

So when Tony and Steve had asked you what you wanted to watch, you froze. You had stared at them as they stared at you. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to watch, or that even you did know, you weren’t even sure that they had the movie that you wanted to watch.

But as the time went on and you still hadn’t said anything Bucky cleared his throat and caught both men’s attention. ‘Just put whatever. Maybe something we already have seen. It could help.”

You sighed and wanted to throw the bowl of popcorn that was sitting between you and Natasha at him. You know the whole team meant well, but the whole ‘Maybe this will help her memories’ thing, was getting annoying. But you kept that to yourself, they already had a lot to deal with.

As Steve, Tony, and Wanda argued about what to watch, you sneaked a glance at Bucky. He was watching the three argue about the movie and he just seemed bored with the whole scene. His arms were crossed over his chest but as he watched them, you realized he looked as if he was lost in his thoughts.

As you continued to watch Bucky, you felt someone sit at your right side. When you turned, your eyes landed on Pietro.

“What are we watching,” he asked and put his arm on the furniture behind you and reached over some popcorn.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the closeness of him and you weren’t sure why you did, but you did. “Um, not sure, yet. Steve, I think it is, Tony and Wanda are arguing about it,” you told him and then you guys both turned to see Natasha get up and put on movie of her choice.

Natasha, satisfied with her, settled back to her seat at your left, “I was getting tired of their bickering.”

* * * *

When the movie was over, you found yourself in the ‘game room’ with Pietro. He had asked you if you wanted to join him in there after the movie after you had told him you weren’t tired.

When you had first arrived at the tower, or actually, when Wanda had taken you on a tour around the tower after your memory loss, she had forgotten to even mention the game room that Tony had. Your eyes took everything in and you looked around in awe.

There was two huge pool tables in the center of the room and a Foosball at the far left. You saw a small bar at the right corner and a plasma TV on the opposite side of the room from you with stacks of video games. Near the bar, you also saw a mini fridge and a shelf full of different snacks.

“Exactly, how rich is Tony? I mean, this is so over the top, it’s amazing,” you told Pietro as you walked over to the couch that sat before the TV. “I mean, how is anyone ever bored in this tower?”

Pietro laughed and went to the bar to fix himself a drink. “Tony just blows through his money, he has too much to money to even know what to do with it.”

Before you even spoke, you saw Wanda walk into the room with Bucky following her. They both were glaring at Pietro and whether Pietro chose to ignore them or hadn’t actually noticed, you weren’t sure. You continued to watch and saw how Bucky looked just about ready to fight Pietro and Wanda began to lowly argue with Pietro.

You stood up from the couch and walked over to Bucky. “Hey, Bucky, uh James? Sorry I don’t know what to call yo-”

“James,” he interrupted and you nodded in response.

“Okay, James. Wanna play Foosball?”

Two minutes later, you and Bucky were in an intense Foosball game. “Okay, you cheated,” you pointed a finger at him, too which he only laughed.

“I can’t help that I’m that good,” he winked at you. Then he got serious, his eyes boring into yours and he leaned in close and you followed suit. “Don’t fall for him. He’ll only hurt you.”

You looked at him in bewilderment and you followed his gaze to where Wanda and Pietro stood, still arguing. “Pietro? We’re just friends, James.”

Bucky looked back at you and he shrugged. “Just warning you, that’s all.”

Bucky then focused his attention back to the game and motioned for you to join him again, which you hesitantly did. As you guys played, your eyes would often land back on him and you wondered what he really wanted to say about Pietro.

So far, Pietro had been nothing but kind, but yet again, so has Bucky. You weren’t sure where you fit in in this team and if you were being honest, this was the first time you ever thought about it. They told you, you were a part of the team but you were not sure exactly how you were even a part of it. No one in the team has even mentioned who you were because all they told you were memories of you but never of who you were. So as you played the game with Bucky, your mind would begin to question who you were and how you even fit in to the team.

(I’m debating if I should post part five today, which I’m thinking will be centered more on Bucky)

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In Which She’s Sleeping Beauty

Summary: The Avengers come home to find you sleeping on the couch. However, they have a little debate as to who’s carrying you to your bedroom. An argument full of pointless dramatics ensues. After all, it’s the Avengers. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Avengers x Fem!Reader, Fluff, A Surprise.

Note: I hope you all enjoy this! I also would like to apologize that I haven’t really completed any of the requests. I am working on them. My excuse is that I was hired as a ghostwriter and I’ve just been putting all of my efforts into that right now. Thank you all for putting up with me.

The ambient noise of the television show Y/N had been watching was left playing in the background. It was soon blurred by the cacophony of voices. More specifically, the voices, both soft and loud, of the Avengers.

The three-day mission did nothing to dissipate the adrenaline in their veins. From the Quinjet and all the way to the compound, they’ve been bickering about silly things.

Their discussion about putting magnets on Bucky’s metal arm came to a halt as they spotted a blanketed figure on the couch. Natasha was the first to notice that the person asleep was Y/N.

“Guys, shut up.” The Black Widow hissed to her colleagues. Unfortunately, Tony and Steve returned to debating about the proper management of the team. Natasha only sighed and gritted her teeth. “I swear to God, if you don’t zip your mouth, I’ll remove your tongue.”

That got everyone to stay silent, especially Tony. Mumbles of apologies bounced from one person to another. They froze as movement came from their sleeping ray of sunshine.

Natasha’s eyes darted between Y/N and the standing Avengers. “If you wake her up, I’ll strangle you.”

That earned a sarcastic laugh from Tony. He raised his arms in surrender. “This is ridiculous, I’ll have one of my suits carry her to her room. No need for the violence, Natasha.”

“Don’t use your suit, Stark.” Steve nudged Tony with his shoulder, bumping harder than intending to. “It might drop her. Or worse, wake her up.”

Wanda pushed past the prideful men, a proud grin forming on her face. “I’ll be the one to carry her upstairs. It’s so easy.”

This time was Pietro who intervened. He sped to Wanda’s side, sending her a harsh glare. “You’re careless. Your powers might backfire and end up dropping her down the stairs.”

“Then it’s settled,” Sam appeared, puffing his chest out like a determined caveman. “I’ll fly Y/N upstairs.”

“No!” Bucky immediately shoved Sam out of the way. A series of death glares came by his way but Bucky paid no attention to them as he continued. “Who in their right mind would trust someone with metal wings?”

Sam scoffed, poking his finger at the Winter Soldier’s chest, a very buff chest at that. “Who in their right mind would trust someone with a metal arm?”

Bucky winced slightly, whispering, “Touché”

“Might I suggest—” Loki suddenly appeared in front of all the debating men and women. He had only got two seconds of the sentence when he was interrupted by everyone.

“No!”

“I am… offended.” Loki shrugged, sighing exasperatedly before vanishing completely.

“I think it’s best if I do this. I have more brains than all of you combined.” Tony sighed, stretching exaggeratedly.

“Smart is going to wake her up. She needs gentle.” Wanda pointed out.

“No offense, sister,” Pietro whizzed about. “But you’re not exactly gentle.”

Wanda’s mouth hung agape. She was more than offended. Powers at her ready, she glared at her brother. “I should bury you twenty feet in the ground.”

Pietro laughed as he shrugged casually — not before whizzing to Natasha’s side, he wasn’t a fool. “That’s not gentle.”

“This is childish, I’ll do it.” Steve interjected. He parted the crowd. But before he could reach you, all hell broke loose.

“No, don’t. Your weirdly shaped muscles will wake her up,” Tony exclaimed. He yelped a second after when Natasha pinched him for being so loud.

“You’re all being idiots. Let me do it. As the only royal here, I am the most perfect candidate for this.” Thor stood proudly, grinning like a madman.

“You have weirdly shaped muscles too.” Sam shrugged.

“Just let me do it!”

“No, you’ll hulk out. Let me do it. I’m more handsome than y’all.”

“You can’t be trusted, Wilson. I’ll do it. I’m a soldier, damn it.”

“Oh, please. Your eyeliner will wake her up the moment you touch her. I’ll do it, at least she’ll recognize a woman’s touch.”

“A woman’s touch, eh? This is news.”

“This has gone far too long.”

The Avengers all turn to the owner of the new voice. They were all surprised to see Stephen Strange casually lounging on the kitchen counter, posing like a French woman. He sat up straight, and before anyone could resist he moves his arms whimsically and before anyone knew, you disappeared.

“You’re welcome.”

Strange bowed down comically. His goofy smirk was still plastered on his face despite the glares of everyone in the room.

“She’s not in her room! Where is she, Strange?” Pietro was back and forth from the rooms to the lounge in a blink of an eye. He was livid.

“What do you mean she’s not there?” Natasha raised an eyebrow. If anything was going to get her angry, it was this.

“I mean, her room is completely empty. I even searched the whole compound and maybe stole Stark’s credit cards but she’s not there.”

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Stephen waved everyone a goodbye. “See you when someone tries to destroy the earth. Bye!”

“Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open to their own accord. A headache was beginning to form, and your muscles were weirdly sore. You panicked to see that the people in front of you were complete strangers.

“Who are you? Where’s Bucky?” You asked, scurrying away from the weirdly looking bunch.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” A man replied. He was dressed in a red tight suit with a lightning flashed on it.

“I’m really freaking out here so could you please just tell me your names?” You pushed once more. You couldn’t believe that one minute you were enjoying binging on television shows and now you were with strangers.

“I’m Diana,” The woman replied. She was wearing some sort of armor. She did have nice black hair, plus she was really pretty.

“I’m Arthur, God of Fishes.” A bulkier man replied. He was large. Buffer than Steve, you dared to say.

“I’m Bruce. This is Victor, he doesn’t like talking much.” Another guy said. He had the deepest voice you ever heard.

“And where am I?” You asked as the world started to spin.

“Welcome to the Bat Cave.”

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Sweet Dream

Summary: Y/N is an independent and strong woman with a boyish attitude. She was promoted to a new WWE creative director. Roman Reigns was intrigued by strong will and stubbornness. Can the big dog tame Y/N’s heart? 

“Why don’t you try putting makeup and wear a skirt?” Seth teased you.

You huffed and raised an eyebrow at him “find a man who can tame me” you dare him.

Seth looked at Roman who was smirking at you “you already meet the man baby girl”.

A/N: This will be my first WWE fanfic and smut will be added eventually. Let me know if you want to be tagged. 

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.  

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.

i had to

I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE

Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.

Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins

I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils.   Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch.  Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart

In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather.  Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here.  Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.

They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives. 

P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.

the last lines of the show:

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗

that addition is a+ :)

THE ONLY ENDING I WILL EVER ACCEPT FOR THIS

Every time this post shows up on my dash, it gets better (and more heart wrenching. Y’all! Stop cutting the onions okay?!).

If ever don’t reblogging this, I’m either dead, dying, or buried under cat.

His Family (5|5) - ROMAN REIGNS

FOR NOW THE LAST PART

•

“I asked you first,” Roman replied childishly, still staring me down with his dark eyes. “Do you not want me back?”

SHOULD I WANT YOU BACK? I mentally screamed my question back at him before swallowing my pride and giving him an answer.

“I’ve always wanted you, Leati,” I mumbled with a nod. “I just need a change.”

“A change with or without me?”

I shrugged, my eyes drifting from him as I looked down. “I want it to be with you,” I answered Roman again, before continuing. “But, when I say I need a change, I mean that. Me and you have been playing this game since high school and we’re over a decade in and soon to be two kids, me and y-”

Just as I was getting to the end of my mini rant, Roman’s lips were on mines.

The kiss washing away almost all the doubt I had since opening the door and seeing him appear from the shadows as I read his scribbled note that’s was left in the envelope.

Even the doubt I had a few minutes ago, as we stood outside talking, taking random shots at eachother whenever we could mix them in with our replies.

But don’t get me wrong, the kiss wasn’t going to just fix everything like we were in some kind of fairytale.

I wasn’t about to suddenly fall head over heels for Roman in a matter of seconds.

It did remind me of what I’ve been missing in my life.

What I always ended up missing, when Roman and I would part ways.

“I swear, sometimes you don’t know when to stop talking.” Roman said with a smile, a second or two after pulling away.

“I had a lot to say.” I replied, trying to catch my breath as I stood there in front of him blushing.

And a lot I needed you to hear

Roman reached out his hand, the smile still visible on his face as his fingers slowly linked with mines. “Then say it.” He said in almost a whisper, causing me to frown.

“You made me forget,” I scoffed, looking down at our hands. “I had so much more to say and you made me forget with that kiss, Roman.”

•

Roman looked on at the woman that still held his heart, and has longer than any woman he’s been with in his thirty something years on this earth.

“You know I can’t stand in front of you too long, and not take my chances with a kiss babe.” He admitted, reminding her that this was kinda a thing for them and something she should’ve expected.

“Yeah, but this is what you always do,” Y|N replied, frustration in her voice again. “This is what you’ve always done since we were younger,” She added, slowly sliding her hand from his, before adding more. “Cut me off by kissing me so that you don’t have to continue listening to what I have to say.”

Because you’re always yelling the same thing over and over, Y|N

A man could only hear the same thing over and over again so many times

“It’s nothing you haven’t told me already,” Roman said quickly, continuing after hearing Y|N gasp. “And I need to get out what I feel about our situation.”

He stared at Y|N for a short second, waiting to see if she had something to say before he started talking, but went on when she stayed quiet.

“Like you said, I haven’t been the best person to deal with, hurting you since we were teens in high school, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you,” Roman began with a mumble. “I was just always a bit confused with what I wanted with you, then when I heard from some of our friends that you were getting married, I felt like I had to stop you from taking some other man’s name when the only last name I felt you should have l, other than the one you were born with should’ve been mines.” He paused to figure out where he was going with this, after noticing he was jumping from one subject to the other. “What I’m trying to say is, no matter how stupid and childish the both of us,” Roman started talking again, making sure to emphasize us. “And I do mean us because like you sometimes make it seem, it’s not just me that added to our problems-”

“Roman what are you trying to say?” Y|N interrupted him, shifting from one foot to the other after being called out by Roman for her doings in their failed relationship.

Not fun when you’re the one being called out is it?

“I’m trying to say, that even when I didn’t make it obvious, I always loved you and will continue because I know now that I could never move on and be in a relationship with another woman, knowing that you’re out there wondering around feeling lost with out your other half,” Roman spoke up again, stopping soon after, chuckling after hearing Y|N mumble a quick “you wish” under her breath. “Can I finish?” He asked, playfully sounding frustrated like she was earlier.

“Go on.” Y|N replied, carelessly shrugging.

Roman shook his head, feeling his lips twitch as he fought back a smile. “You sure, cause this is the sec-”

Just like Roman had done, Y|N cut him off with a kiss, her hands on both sides of his face as she pulled him down, deepening the kiss before breaking away a few seconds later.

“What was that for?”

“Sometimes you don’t know when to get to the point and ask what you want to know.” She smirked, sorta mocking his words to her.

Roman chuckled a little, raising an eyebrow. “What if I was just trying to make a statement and wasn’t going to ask anything.”

“Oh, so you wasn’t about to ask me to forgive you and give us another chance?”

“Do you want to give us another chance?” Roman questioned her back, going back to where they were minutes ago, with unanswered questions on both ends.

•

“I wanna give our family a chance.” I quickly answered this time, hoping he’d understand what I meant. “Our kids deserve us at least trying.”

Our relationship deserves it too, at least one more time

But Jace and this new baby deserves it even more

“Maybe we can start there?” I spoke up again, with a question before Roman could talk. “Start by trying to be the best parents we could be, together for Jace and this baby, while maybe figuring out how to be the best for eachother in the process?” I added another question, hinting at him not being forgiven completely just yet.

“I’m not forgiven yet, am I?” Roman asked, quickly catching on.

Just like he had done, I reached out taking his hand in mines, finding eye contact with him again. “There’s still a ways you have to go to fully win back my heart and my trust but you’re off to a good start.”

“A good enough start to where you’d let me in?” Roman asked smiling nervously, hoping he wasn’t pushing his limits. “Just to see our son?” He quickly added after not getting an answer from me.

He knows I’m not going to deny him of seeing Jace

“Of course.” I giggled, still holding onto his hand as I turned to lead him inside.

After we had walked into the house enough, I could see Jace curled up on the couch, looking adorable as he was deep in sleep still in nothing but his pull up.

Must have tired himself out while I was talking to his dad

•

“Is this a thing?” Roman asked with a laugh after noticing Jace’s lack of pjs.

Y|N, quickly nodded, joining in on the laugh. “It’s kinda a everyday thing for him when I’m trying to get him dressed.”

Mom was right all along

•

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#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

seb’s the weird cousin

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

This is amazing oml

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

@snowyseba This explains everything!

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.

I think you missed the other fanboy…

Love this

Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.

UH THIS

Um we’re forgetting someone…

ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS

Not to forget our “Wizard”:

Aldjaksnana

I’ve found it. I’ve found the perfect post.

it’s on my dash jdnckdmd

these dorks lmaoo

I love everyone omg they’re all so amazing???

YES

Some assholes have been putting nails in cheese and treats in dog parks in Chicago and Massachusetts. Also adding antifreeze to water bowls.

Please watch out for your dogs. And if you find out the address of someone doing this, give me the address and tell no one. I will disembowel them.

Antifreeze is fucking deadly as shit. Whilst my mom worked in the vets office the neighbor of a cat owner had become sick of his neighbors tom spraying by his house so he left antifreeze out for the cat. Animals are weirdly attracted to the smell and will drink it.

The cat was given to the vets and for 2 days it’s insides were slowly dissolved by the acids and it bled from his nose, mouth and even eyes.  

On the second day, the vet not being able to help and refusing to let the cat suffer any longer put the cat down. The neighbor who did not deny his crimes didn’t even offer to pay the woman’s vet bill.

SO THE BIGGEST FUCKING SIGNAL BOOST TO THIS POST.

Fuck who ever is doing this. They can fucking burn.

my friend had a cat and it drank antifreeze that was puddled in the driveway and one day they were knitting and it just vomited up all of its internal organs and fell over dead on her lap.

The perpetrators of all of this will burn in Hell. 

A neighbor of mine threw a ball of hamburger full of rat poison pellets over our fence for my son’s dog. He survived, barely, but has had nerve damage ever since.

Okay, listen up, if your pet drinks antifreeze, do you know what the cure is? Alcohol. That’s right. To save your furry little friend you have to get them drunk out of their faces. Antifreeze is an inhibitor and stops your enzymes from working, but luckily alcohol stops that from happening. I learned this from my A Level Biology lessons, but here’s a source anyway http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/2617997.stm

Shit this is important SIGNAL BOOST THIS THANK YOU ALICE

BOOST. FUCKING BOOST.

ALWAYS REBLOG

not blog related, but I’m not an asshole

keep your animal friends safe.

Even a Beholder wouldn’t do this. Signal Boost

I would not hesitate to drop anyone who would do this into the earth, s i g n a l b o o s t

This applies to humans, too.

The first choice is fomepizole, but a lot of vets don’t keep it in stock.

Barring that, clear alcohols like vodka or everclear are a standard treatment for methanol or ethylene glycol poisoning

:(

keep your smol and furry friends safe <3

yo WHAT THE FUCK

So my mom told me a story...

Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every week.

Literally every week since the first one of them learned how to make it, they started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts.

So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just for him to eat. Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his banana bread, baked especially for him.

So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some time). So that’s like… 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always finished it. He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself.

That’s approximately 835 loaves of banana bread.

Now

Skip ahead a few years…

and they’re all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a dad’s bread and their mom comes in, “I don’t think he can handle eating one more slice of banana bread!”

“What are you talking about? He loves banana bread! He had it all the time!”

This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being. He just adored that his kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every week (and he didn’t have the heart to tell them that he couldn’t stand banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma told the kids his big secret.

My grandfather was a loving, patient, gentle man who absolutely hated banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the kind of person he was.

I just told my mom this had 1000 notes on it and let me tell you what

She had two responses.

1. Tell them about the mac n cheese

2. Tell me when it hits a million

mOM.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE MAC N CHEESE

I need to know about the mac n cheese

guys we need 1mil

ʻAʻohe Dream - Only a Dream

Trigger warning: Talk of a pregnant woman bleeding.

I used Google to translate, so I apologize for any errors. Ua maikaʻi, e kaʻu mea aloha - It’s okay, my love. koʻu aloha - my love

“911, what is your emergency,” the woman on the phone greeted, her voice kind and gentle.

Fear was bubbling in your throat, threatening to choke you. You dropped to your side and saw a pool of crimson. The sight of it made your vision swarm. “I… I’m pre… pregnant, and I… I’m bleeding,” you managed to say, albeit it shakily.

“Okay, ma’am,” she acknowledged, her fingernails clicking the keys as she started filling a claim. “How far along are you?”

“36 weeks,” you answered, your entire body shaking. “I’m home alone, and… I’m really scared. Can… can you help me?”

The woman hummed as she typed away. “Of course I can, ma’am. I will stay on the line with you until ambulance gets there. Can you give me your address?”

You couldn’t help it, you watched as the pool of blood grew larger, and somehow you managed to give the information that had been requested. “How long will it take?”

“You should be hearing the sirens in just a handful of minutes, hon. Now, I need you to answer some more questions for me, okay?” She waited for you to answer before continuing. “Are you having any contractions, or is it just the bleeding?”

There were more tears spilling down your cheeks, but you were trying to keep yourself together. “Just… just the bleeding.”

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Omg can i pleased be tagged in this series!

(Modern Day) Khal Drogo x Reader...

IMAGINE….being new to town and your first impression of Drogo, “Khal”/President of the local motorcycle club known as the Dothraki.

((I may have….got too into this…I’m not sorry haha))

y/f/s – your favorite soda/pop/they’re called something different in England aren’t they? Or am I thinking of somewhere else?

 y/l/n - your last name

You were filling up the gas tank to your vehicle when the unmistakable rumble of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street. Lifting your hand to shade your eyes, you looked left and right and then left again just in time to see two dozen, if not more, bikes of different makes and models come speeding around the corner. Your breath caught, your eyes lighting up with curiosity, when you realized they were coming to the gas station, but your gaze was on the man in the front of the progression.

He was wearing leather from head to toe. His boots, his pants, and the sleeveless vest…all leather. He had bracelets on his wrists that you immediately wanted to know the use/story of. You had always liked long hair, and his was pulled up into a “man bun.” His legs were long and the tightness of the leather jeans showered the power in them. He was just…a very attractive and muscular man.

As the mc progression came to a stop, you quickly averted your gaze and tried to hide your blush as you finished pumping and put the nozzle back. You screwed the cap back on and closed the little “hood” to the gas tank before grabbing your bag from off the passenger seat and heading inside to pay.

There were two people already in line to pay so you moved to the back of the small room and grabbed a bottle of y/f/s and a candy bar before moving toward the cash register.

The girl behind the counter was a teenager, probably about sixteen, and seemed to find her nails were interesting than the money behind handed to her. She handled the transaction with the two people in front of you – an elderly man and a woman in her late thirties or early forties – all the while loudly, and obnoxiously, popping a piece of chewing gum.

Finally, it was your turn and you stepped up to the counter handing over a twenty and telling the girl which pump you had used. It wasn’t until you had finished speaking that you realized she wasn’t paying any attention. Huffing in annoyance, you turned your head to see what she was looking at just in time to see the biker man you had been checking out minutes earlier open the door and step inside under the soft jingle of the bell on top of the door.

“Hey Drogo,” the teen smirked and popped the gum once more. “We have those smokes you like,” she pointed out, sounding proud of herself.

Drogo was staring at you, a raised brow of curiosity on his face, as he replied to the teen with only a fleeting look and a, “Good. I’ll come in and get some once your brother comes in.”

The girl seemed to deflate some, a scowl pulling onto her face. “I can sell them to you,”

“You’re seventeen, last time I checked, girl. I’m not getting anyone in trouble.” The biker chuckled and you felt your stomach flutter. It was deep and low and so hot. “And who are you?” he was talking to you now, and you barely managed to find a voice.

“Y/n…my name is Y/n…Y/l/n. I’m new to town.” You tore your gaze away and once more handed the money to the teen and told her which pump you had used.

This time she did the transaction and then turned away, grabbing her cell from off the counter behind her.

“Y/n Y/ln. I’ll have to keep an eye out for you.” Drogo murmured, stepping closer to you as you went to move for the door.

You nodded, swallowing was difficult, “Alright. You do that.” And you practically ran for the exit.

His chuckle was the last thing you heard from him.