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Comment Allez-Vous?? Je Suis Tres Bien.
Il Fait Froid... Brrr... :iconitscoldplz: AGRABAH STAHP!!!!
This Is A Nonsensical Journal, Do Not Mind It. X3
I'm Feeling Sorta Bleh Today But Sorta Not Bleh.
I Don't Care What Kool-Aid I Receive, As Long As It's Not Fruit Punch.. I Hate Fruit Punch Flavour. D-Did I Just Contradict Myself?!?! :icondafuqplz:
A WHOLE NEW WORLD~!!!!! Literally Mme Mozy And I Are Singing That Too, Only Ours Is A Literal Whole New World. >:]
SOME DAY OUT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quasimodo... STAHP. I Wanna Sing That Now. X3
LALALALALA TELETUBBIES~!! WAT.
MOZENRATH. YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A FRIEND LIKE ME, HUH?!?! RAITE.
UNDER THE SEA~ Darlin' It's Better Down Where It's Wetter, TAKE IT FROM MOZENRATH!!
UP ON THE SHORE THEY WORK ALL DAY, OUT IN THE SUN THEY ARE MY SLAVES.
HELLFIRE!!!!!! OMAIMOZENRATH, DID YOU JUST SAY DAT??!?! YES I DID!!!!!! >:3
Supernatural X Reader - Slip-ups and Slip-downs"Dean, are you sure we're doing the right thing?"More Like This
He turned to you, "What are you talking about? Of course this is the right thing!"
"You heard Bobby," You continued, "What if what you brought back isn't really Sam?"
The man's response was cut off by a cacophony of crashes and a surprised shout, "Woah!"
Less than a second later, a pair of brown boots slid into your field of vision at the bottom of the stairs with one final thump.
There was silence as Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, shaking with silent laughter.
You weren't holding together much better.
"Jared?" You called, doing your best to contain your laughter, "Are you okay?"
A thumbs up appeared from behind the wall that kept the stairs out of your field of vision, "I'm okay!"
You couldn't contain your laughter at the classic reaction. "Did you just, like, fall down the stairs?!" The words came between peals of laughter.
"I slipped," Jared replied with a laugh of his own, "I think someone greased the stair
Castiel-X-Reader Medieval!AU/Songfic: EnchantedYou weren't a social person. Anyone within the nine kingdoms could see that. Every time your family was invited to a ball, you would always 'fall ill' or make up some other silly excuse. When you did go out, it was only because your parents forced you or threatened to take your books away. Tonight, however, was different. Your best friend, Prince Gabriel, had invited you to his birthday ball, and you never missed those. Ever since you were little, yours and Gabriel's parents had been the best of friends, so naturally Gabriel would come over all the time and vice versa. He would always bring over the best treats and tell you the funniest jokes.More Like This
Your mother had discussed the topic of marriage with you recently due to your eighteenth birthday coming up soon and Gabriel had been the best, and only candidate for a spouse.
"Marry Gabriel? Mother you can't be serious."
"Of course I am. You obviously like him, he's handsome, and we know his parents."
"I like him as a friend, not a husban
First Kiss: Sherlock x Reader (request)Pulse rate increased, cheeks reddened and pupils dilated. Sherlock deduced all this as he placed his hand on your knee. He looked at you, his blue eyes taking in everything; your (h/c) messy plait, the pushed up sleeves of your jumper, the slightly chipped nail varnish on your toes that was just visible as you sat crossed legged on the sofa. You were engrossed in a television programme and he gently squeezed your knee again producing the same response from your body.More Like This
“Hmm, what do you want?”
Your eyes remained firmly fixed on the screen yet your head tilted slightly towards him. Sherlock did not respond but continued to look at you.
“Sherlock” this time your head moved and you looked at him face on. “Is everything ok?”
Your wide (e/c) eyes found his and a small smile found its way onto your face. Reaching a hand up you pushed his dark curls back before letting them return to their normal place. When Sherlock did not flinch or tell you to stop you lea
Flowers: Sherlock x Reader (request)Roses, lilies and orchids assaulted your nose as you opened the door of Baker Street; the delivery man forced the flowers onto you then left. Looking at the card that was attached you smiled: ‘Clichéd but I wanted to do this properly.’ Sherlock may not understand dating and feelings but he is trying you thought to yourself as you headed upstairs.More Like This
You searched the kitchen and finally found a glass that could act as a vase which you rinsed- not sure what it had held previously. You added the flowers and their food. The gift of the flowers made you sure of Sherlock’s views of you, especially when you considered the argument between Mycroft and yourself that had left an air of animosity. He constantly tried to convince Sherlock that caring was not an advantage and that you should just leave his little brother alone. Both of you ignored Mycroft but you had remained careful around him, not sure how far he would go to break you and Sherlock up.
Glancing at your flower
Sam Winchester x Sick!Reader: Taking Care of YouYou opened your eyes, ready to face another day. Well, you tried to open your eyes; they seemed to be glued shut. Groaning, you finally forced open your eyes, then immediately regretted it. Your whole body ached, and the worst headache racked your skull. Crap.More Like This
You were sick.
Rolling on your side, you suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Dizzy, you went to the bathroom as quickly as you could, barely making it inside.
"(Y/N)?" Sam called. When you turned around, you saw your boyfriend leaning against the door, looking worried. "What's going on?"
"I think I have a really-" you paused to sneeze. "bad cold."
"Oh no… do you need some water?"
"T-that would be great," you turned back, closing your eyes in pain.
When most of your naseua had faded, he picked you up, placed you on the bed, gave you some medicine, and told you to rest as he turned on the TV. As you watched the news, you began to feel restless, what with all the strange murders and what not. You had even tried convincing Sam
Cool Kids (Brother!Dean X Sister!Reader)More Like This
(Name) closed the door with a soft 'click' and locked it as usual. She toed the salt line back in place and slipped off her shoes. It was dark, thank god. She walked silently through the house, freezing when one of the floorboards creaked. Mentally sighing in relief when nothing happened, she set her sights on her bedroom. The door was still open, all she had to do was walk past the living room.
It was easy enough, but of course luck was never on the Winchester's side.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asked calmly from his spot in the arm-chair.
(Name) froze, caught, like a deer in the headlights. "Uh...to bed." She informed, motioning to her bedroom door that she almost made it to. It seemed like it was laughing at her. She wanted to punch it.
Dean stood up and walked over to her. He studied her closely before a giving her a stern stare.
"You got high?!" He asked, watching the way his little sister looked away from him. "Did you drink to?" The silence was enough of an answer.
Boys Are Gross (Brother!Dean X Sister!Reader)More Like This
Danny was the kids name. Captain of the football team, one of Sam's friends. (Name) had met him at one of his football games that Sam took her to.
They exchanged phone numbers and the phone bill went up that month.
When he took (Name) to dinner, Dean was ordered by Sam to sit down before he popped a blood vessel.
She came back with a large smile and a cheeseburger for Dean, so he calmed down somewhat.
He didn't care what Sammy said, he did not over react when (Name) told him they were dating.
ASKING FOR BACKGROUND INFORMATION IS NOT OVERREACTING!
When (Name) planned to go the boy's house for a movie, Dean gave her 'the talk.'
Which basically consisted of, "If he touches you, I'll cut off his hands."
When (Name) brought him over, Dean was polite. He needed a few reminders from (Name) and Sam that asking his social security number, blood type, and throwing holy water at him was not okay.
Dean kept it together.
It was when (Name) came home with tears streaming down her face that Dean snap
Misha Collins x Reader (Against All Odds)More Like This
You awoke with a start to the bleary, cheerful tone of your phone’s alarm. A loud groan escaped your lips as you dropped your throbbing head back onto the pillow with a thud. Pulling your arm out from under your warm covers, you proceeded to blindly fumble through the used tissues and the empty bottle of nasal spray until you felt your fingers brush the loud, vibrating, source of annoyance. With a heave you rolled onto your back and grimaced as the bright light from your phone’s screen washed over your face as you opened up a new text message.
‘Sorry guys, looks like Jensen’s team wins this one. I’m out.’
Your phone gave a cheery trill to inform you that your message had been sent and you promptly threw it onto the other side of your bed before pulling the covers up. You had no doubt that the crew had already braced themselves for the likelihood of you calling in sick today. Yesterday’s memories swam through your mind before you drifted off int
School Sucks (Brother!Dean X Sister!Reader)More Like This
When Dean heard the screams coming from his sister's room, he didn't think twice about grabbing his gun and kicking down her door.
She was lying face down on her bed, cocooned by her different assortment of blankets. It was obvious she was still breathing. “(Name)?” Dean asked panicked as he inched closer to her bed.
(Name) Flipped over and untangled herself from the warmth. She kicked her feet up and down onto her bed violently. “Go away!” She screamed and grabbed her alarm clock, chucking it at her older brother's head.
Ducking just in time before it hit, Dean frowned and cautiously perched on the very edge of (Name)'s bed. “What's the problem squirt?”
“I don't want to go to school!” She shouted, anger bubbling throughout her veins. She was 110% done with that disgusting place. It was so stressful, she didn't have her homework done, which would get her screamed at by teachers, if not detention. She was tired of being looked at funny for
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