Padfoot211

Summary: You discover Bobby's old SuperNintendo and start a gaming marathon. “Dean look at what I found!” He turned to see you standing in the doorway holding up a SuperNintendo, a grin plastered on your face. “Where did you manage to find that?” he asked. “I was looking through the stuff in the basement and found it in a box with a bunch of movies and stuff,” you said as you began hooking up the system to the TV. “Didn’t Bobby ban you from digging around his stuff whenever you ruined his whole file organization?” “Yes well Bobby isn’t here is he? And he over reacted last

Another year another set of young kid sent into our caring arms only to be brutally murdered for the entertainment of ignorant, rich, horribly clothed, idiotic poor excuses for human beings. No, not people, only pigs dressed in human skins. Today was the day the tributes were being chosen, but taken was a much better word for it. Ripped from their lives, families, and friends to go fight others their age. Mothers crying over their children as they were taken from their arms and thrown into hell most likely never to come back. Haymitch and I stood to the side of the stage him drinking, me attempting to make conversation with a ‘guard

Summary: You discover Bobby's old SuperNintendo and start a gaming marathon. “Dean look at what I found!” He turned to see you standing in the doorway holding up a SuperNintendo, a grin plastered on your face. “Where did you manage to find that?” he asked. “I was looking through the stuff in the basement and found it in a box with a bunch of movies and stuff,” you said as you began hooking up the system to the TV. “Didn’t Bobby ban you from digging around his stuff whenever you ruined his whole file organization?” “Yes well Bobby isn’t here is he? And he over reacted last

That night was extremely hot. You and Sam stayed on the motel waiting for Dean's call, but while he was out making research, you stood there, lying on the cheap motel's couch wearing only a cropped gray top and jeans shorts, your hair tied up. You were breathing heavily and had your eyes closed when you heard Sam's voice through the door. "Fine. We're on the way." He said, opening the door. You leaned on your elbows and looked at him. Sam looked just as annoyed as you were. He saved his phone in his jeans pocket. "Time to go." Sam told you. You remembered how you joined the Winchesters three months ago, when they rescued you from a large va

If there is one word to describe Wade Wilson, it's: unpredictable. Of course we all know that's one of his more... charming... attributes but do we know the extent of it? So, we hear the name Deadpool and immediately we think of a badass, 6'2, lovable and hilarious killing machine. The girls are all thinking... THAT is my kind of man. My manly man. (Back off bitches I found it first!)   However it's when something like the situation you're in now happens when you realize that there is no fucking middle ground with Wade fucking Wilson. See, it all depends on the mood he's in when it happens. You were sitting down on the couch in his apartm

JARVIS? - Tony Stark x Reader Tony Stark was in his lab working on a new piece that he was about to incorporate on his suit. Thanks of course to you. You had proposed it and he had decided to try creating it. And although he wouldn't like to admit it, your idea was preatty clever. Just like you.  And well sometimes more clever than him, something that there was no way he would assent to. The exact opposite of Bruce, your other science buddy, as well as all the other Avengers. But oh well that was Tony Stark. Who would complain? "So now I'm gonna increase the energy and the Volt's power. Once the energy reaches the point B6, JARVIS I want

    You awoke with a start, cold sweat drenching your forehead. Your eyes were wide as you gasped for breath, your heart pounding almost painfully in your ears. You lay there, fighting back tears as you struggled to calm yourself down. You were safe now. You had been for two weeks now. So why wouldn’t the nightmares go away? It was bad enough that they had stopped you from getting a good night’s sleep since Clint had rescued you but they were beginning to have a deeper effect. Your heart constantly jumped whenever anyone came too close to you or raised their voices. You were always scared of pain that never came, cringing away in

~~~~Author's Note: Today seemed like a naughty Dominant! Reader day. Seriously I started thinking of Steve today and realized I missed writing for him. (that and I have a poster of him lol) So voila! Here is your smexy insert, my adorable perverts~~~~ "You would not believe what Tony found today! He has apparently found new technology belonging to this one race of aliens with crazy..." Ah, the typical weekday with your wondrous Steve. His curious, innocent mind made you smile, though it made you want other things. 'Hmm...What I would love to do to that mouth, Mr. Rogers.' You would muse in your head. Leaning precariously on the palm of your

Tom hiddleston x Reader one shot A/N: soooooo, I've actually written two or more loki fanfics, which I posted on tumblr. This time I decided to write a hiddleston x reader one shot. Please read the description. You don't have to right now. You can always just read it after reading this. Also, would you like more stories like this? ~~~~~~~~~ You sat back in the comfortable velvety color couch. You sigh, placing a strand of your (h/c)hair behind your ear. The room was silent for a few minutes. That was until your husband, Tom, decided to surprise you with a question he had never asked before. "Have you ever cheated on me?" You turned to him w

"Ha! You blinked!" "I did not!" "Yes, you did! I saw you blink." "If I did, it's because you startled me when you said 'Ha!'" "No, you blinked before that. I saw it." "I did not blink. Donna, tell her I didn't blink." Donna turned around and looked at you both. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking." The Doctor sighed. "Well, nevertheless, we must start over. I want a rematch." "Whatever you say, Doc." You replied. The two of you leaned forward, his brown eyes staring hard into your (E/C) ones as both of you sat cross legged, facing each other, on the floor of the TARDIS, engaged in a very intense staring contest. "Really?" Donna said. "That'

You allowed the floppy haired man to drag you along behind him, shouting questions as you ran. "Why are we running?! Who are you?!" He stopped abruptly, causing you to crash into his back. "I'm the Doctor and I've made a woman angry. She threw an apple and it hit me in the-- Is your nose all right?  My apologies.  Anyway, we have to go now.  Come along." He took off running before you had the chance to speak.  You rounded a few corners and soon arrived at a blue box. "A police box?  What's a--" "It's the TARDIS." He opened the door and pulled you in with him.  You took a second to absorb your surroundings as he ran over to some kind of

You sighed, standing next to the Doctor as he planned where you would go next. “What’s wrong?” The Doctor asked after a moment, extracting his hands from the TARDIS and turning to look at you. “Just a bit…homesick I guess.” You muttered, shaking your head slightly. The Doctor’s gaze became worried, and slightly hurt. He did his best to make your adventures as safe and well, fun, as possible, but right now you didn’t seem happy. “Go home then.” The Doctor said sharply, turning back to the TARDIS’ controls. You smiled slightly, whacking him on the arm playfully. “Oww. W

"Why looky here," You sang as you entered the interrogation room. "Miss Harley Quinn...it is certainly an honor." The stripper in red looked at you with cold, hard eyes. You sat down in front of her, taking notice that her hands were tied up behind her. She rolled her eyes at you while you continued to smile at her as you pulled at random paperwork. On the other side of the one way wall, the rest of the police men should be listening and watching the whole interrogation. It was the first time they had caught her. When they do, she managed to escape. But this time it wasn't going to be so easy for her. "Where did this....(Name), come from ag

    You giggled as Sirius led you through corridor after corridor, your hand held firmly in his. “Come on [f/n],” he laughed, pulling you along, “I found something really cool while I was exploring last night!”    You rolled your eyes playfully, “You shouldn’t keep going out during the night!” you scolded, “Filch will catch you one of these days and he’ll flay you alive! That or you’ll fall asleep in class and get another detention!”    Sirius chuckled, a smirk over his handsome features, “Yeah right! I’m not afraid of Filch or his nasty old cat! What’s an

Baker Street was attacked by a cruel wind, slashing against (Name) (Last Name)'s exposed face, as she approached the welcoming and familiar door of 221B. People continued about their daily business, being as it twas only mid-day. A midwife running errands, a shoat being gutted for meat, and children joining each other in their pointless games. It has been a normal occurrence this week. Holmes had picked up an interesting case that he was surprisingly thrilled about solving. It had not been received by the messenger boy, whom they had grown to know so well. But from a sharp ear that followed after a fight that Sherlock had brilliantly conquer

Thor                Rain poured down on Stark Towers. We, the Avengers, where gathered in the big building, waiting for further orders. “Miss. (Name) is calling you sir,” Metal Mans’ machine everyone called J.A.R.V.I.S. sounded in the room. I jerked my head up.      It had been such a long time I’d seen (Name) and I missed her so. True I had been in Asgard for some time, but when I returned I had wished to see her. Alas I did not get to full fill that a wish. “Answer it,” Tony said. “T-Tony,” a panicked voice whimpered over the phone. We all blinked at one another, hardly any of us have ever

“If I could just reach for it…” You stood on your tippy toes with a hand outstretched. Just an inch out of your reach was a Twinkie- on the top shelf of the cabinet. “Just one more inch!” You bit your tongue. One more inch before you could taste sweet heaven. Your fingers successfully touched it. “Yes!” Now all you had to do was grab it. Swipe! Astonishment riddled your features.   Looking in the direction where the Twinkie was taken you saw Bucky happily munching on it. He took a liking to these little cakes after Steve successfully persuaded him to move into Stark’s Tower with him and you

    It's been a few days now since all of you have arrived on the farm. You had to admit that you liked the peacefulness. It was as if the dead wasn't out there trying to devour all of you. Then again you knew deep inside that that wasn't true. Walkers were out there and poor Sophia was out there in the woods with them. You didn't want to admit it but you knew how slim the chances were of finding her alive. She was just a little girl and didn't deserve anything that happened to her. The only one who still had faith however was Daryl. Speaking of which...    "Is everything alright between you and Daryl?" Carol asked as the two did laundry.

(i like literally forgot it was Valentines Day bc im single so this is something quick which i found cute lmao) Wake up. Survive. Kill Walkers. This was your day to day life ever since it all began a few years back. Luckily you had lived through ever single damn day, and eventually crossed paths with a large group of survivors supposedly led by a man called Rick. Fate led from one path to another and you couldn't help but grow an affection for Daryl, a man with a crossbow. He was seemingly quite quiet and didn't speak quite often, to you anyway. Whenever he did speak to you, he would mostly grumble his words in a deep voice, never meeting

     (e/c) = Eye Color _____________________________________________________________________    Link watched as you lay on the solid rock platform, the fairies tending to your wounds. You looked angelic even when injured. How could this have happened? How...could he have let this happen?     The blonde swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He had promised himself he would protect you. From the moment you joined him on his journey. From the moment he knew you wouldn't leave his side, he had promised.     Now look at what happened. Was he sure he could protect you anymore? Or at all?     He mouthed a curse under his breath, choking b

He doesn’t call tomorrow. Or the day after that or the day after that. And it’s not like I could call him since he’s the one who has my number and not the other way around. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he doesn’t want to volunteer with me again. Maybe he’s realized what a loser I am. These negative thoughts consume my brain and turn my mood rotten. Christmas movies are on T.V. and they’re momentarily distracting but during commercials my thoughts drift back to Tom, wondering if he could be watching the same channel. I sigh, huddle in my big blanket and feel sorry for myself. This is more than just having the hots

"So. . ." You sighed, looking across the table at the man across from you. His facial features included a slight stubble, high cheekbones, and a very large, and warming, smile. He leaned forward, stretching his hands out towards your outstretched ones, placing his hands over yours. "So. . .?" He repeated after you, his small statement having a bit of an inquiry to it. "What do you want to do?" You asked, looking up at him. "Wanna see if I can read your future?" He smiled once more, the smile previously cracking to a small scowl of question. You shrugged and pulled your hands away as he stood and walked closer to you. You stood so you we

Hello there everyone! Now, this is a very important Author's Note that I couldn't afford to put at the end. You see I wrote this fic right after watching "Face the Raven" in the newest Doctor Who Series. I was so upset about what happened, so I wrote a story for it. Before posting this, I watched "Hell Bent". It turns out the premise of this story, which I thought was canon, is actually really different. I couldn't find a way to tweak it so it still fit the canon, so it was either I make it an AU, or I scrap the fic altogether. I didn't want this fic to go to waste though! XD And so, this fic is officially an AU, where Clara really dies, a

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* I was one of the few who couldn't remember their deaths, nor who I was before I died. I had asked the dead scientists, the dead oracles. No one was going to tell me, saying it was better I found out on my own. All I know is I woke up here, in this land of nightmares, Halloween Town, wearing a tattered dress (yes I created that outfit set). I sighed as I walked the grave yard, odd wasn't it. In a land of death there's a graveyard. I heard a distant barking, looking up I saw Zero the ghost of a dog. And in the distance I head a voice "Zero!" then a whistling "come here boy!". Zero simply floated over to me. I crouched down the

     Sherlock had been searching endlessly for a few weeks for the next criminal mastermind that had caught his attention. The thing was, no one has ever seen him or her, or at least has never seen them and gone, “Hey, there he/she is!”     Basically, this person he had been searching for was completely untraceable and almost impossible to find. He had to find them though, because according to the police records, they had a very long criminal record that went back into the early 00’s. A few charges of murder were included, but apparently, the people that were murdered were some men that were trained assassins, which had all