TheMessenger14

"Hey baby, c'mere a second!" Dean called from the kitchen. His husband appeared a mere moment later, his hair damp from the shower. "Yes?" He asked, tilting his head in the way that made Dean weak in the knees. The hunter reached out and grabbed his ex-angel's hand, pulling him over. His hands snaked under Castiel's bottom and Dean lifted him up onto the counter top. Cas smiled softly when Dean leaned in for a kiss, his arms locking around his husband's neck and Dean's hands sliding down to his hips. "Get a room you too." Dean laughed and pulled away, turning around to wave at his smiling daughter. "Honey, when grownups love each other very

Dean's lungs burned and his legs ached but there was no way in hell he was going to stop running. The house was right in front of him, so he reached for the door handle, but before he could grasp it, Sam emerged, crashing right into Dean. The two flew backwards from the impact, falling to the ground. Dean groaned and got back up quickly, he pulled his little brother to his feet as well. He choked back a growl when he noticed the bruise forming around Sam's eye. The younger Winchester had obviously been fighting hard, his knuckles were raw and bloody, and he was panting like a dog. “They took her.” Dean slung and arm around Sam'

:bulletred: Thor x Child Reader: Poptarts :bulletred: It was 11:00 in the morning; still much too early for lunch, but too late to be considered breakfast either . . . and (F/n) was absolutely starving!   The little girl of five had tried her best to ignore the pangs in her gut and the obnoxious growls of protest that her belly made. She had tried to distract herself by playing with her toys, and then even found Uncle Tony to play Mario Kart with her. . . But nothing was helping, and she was done waiting. From her current place on the large leather couch besides her uncle, the girl stretched her arms in an exaggerated gesture and put down he

Trigger Warning- self-harm, suicidal intent (in possession of pills with the intention of overdose), depression. If this makes you uncomfortable then please stop reading now.    “When were you planning on telling me?”    Sherlock’s deep, smooth voice cut through the whirlwind of thoughts that had occupied you. Your head jerked up in surprise as you gaped at him, panic filling your chest as you quickly moved to hold your sluggishly bleeding arm behind you.    Still stubbornly feigning innocence though you were certain that he had seen, you forced your voice to remain steady as you replied, “Telling you what?”

(F/N) (L/N) hated thunder. You could even say she despised it. In her world nothing was worse than the noise. All the crashing and booms, as she put it. It irritated her to Oblivion and back. And today was one of those days were it was raining, lightning as striking everywhere, and worse of all there was lots and lots of thunder. And because of this (F/N) refused to go outside. Most of the day had passed by with her watching movies in her bed, and stuffing her face with cake. Steve had gone out to the store to pick up some more milk leaving (F/N) at home with no supervision. This is never a good idea… “Fuck you thunder! You can

(Admin.) Tony Has created the chat room 'ERVERNGERS' (User) Steve has joined (User) Natasha has joined (Admin.) Tony: BOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo Steve: ...? Natasha: What (Admin.) Tony: I start a chat room nd the first person to join is the old man Steve: And straight away he insults me. (Admin.) Tony: and* Steve: Then he wonders why I've stopped attempting to have a civil conversation with him. (Admin.) Tony: that's cuz ur boring and they pulled ur ass outta the snow from years ago Natasha: and that gets him insulted because?? (Admin.) Tony: hes old (Admin.) Tony: that warrants teasing (Admin.) Tony: god pay attention black widow ur losing ur c