The Littlest Winchester - Princess Tea PartyAuthor's Note: I changed the title a bit because this story is going to be part of a set called The Littlest Winchester, much like the way I set up Patchwork Hunter. These do not have to be read in any particular order.The Littlest Winchester - Princess Tea Party by Sophisticated-Angel
“Daddy! No!” The four-year-old grabs the empty plastic cup from Dean’s hand and rather forcefully sets it back on the play table. “It’s not ready yet!”
“But what if I’m thirsty?”
“You gotta wait.” She crosses her arms and glares at him.
“Gosh, you’re bossy.”
This makes the little girl laugh as she tries to maintain an in charge attitude.
What a Mess (Supernatural Oc) 1Warning(s): None.EntirelyBonkers
Title: What a Mess
Part in Series: One
Paring: Elenora x Castiel, Elenora x Sam, Carly x Dean
Word Count: 931
Elenora sighed as she stood in her botánica, watching as the clock that hung on the wall ticked and tocked as seconds passed her by. Carly, the other owner of the store, had told her that she had to leave early to go and talk to her boyfriend, Dean. The had been dating for a while now and it seemed like it was going well. The two of them really did connect with each other and that made Elenora happy. Elenora herself was dating a certain dark-haired angel who she had met through the boys.
The thing was, she wasn't sure if she loved Castiel with all of her heart or not. Whenever she was around a different man (not just any man, one specific man) her heart would beat quickly. It didn't even matter what he did, even the simplest thing could make her heart flutter like a butterfly. Trouble is she was dating Castiel at the time.
One Last TrickGabriel gazed at the shapeshifter he had tied to a chair in front of him, mentally forcing his will on the thing, “Alright, buddy, I need you to listen up. I don’t wanna die. I really, really, really like this shirt and Luci is probably still pretty damn butt hurt about being kicked out of the house and locked in the Cage and if I show up, he’s gonna blast me or stab me. That, my little copy-cat friend is where you come in.Raphi-girl
Gabe hoped the extra mojo he slathered on the shapeshifter could fool Lucifer. The last time Luci caught him in a lie (“Yeah, man, Dad’s gonna love this ‘Platypus’ thing! You should show him!”), it had taken him two centuries to grow the feathers on his top left wing back (and three for him to start talking to the trickster angel again). If he faked him out here and Luce found out…
Well, there wasn’t a place in the Universe Gabriel could hide to keep his hellacious brother from killing him.
Hurry HomeHe was a lot of things.Raphi-girl
Bruce Wayne. Eccentric billionaire.
Batman. Superhero. Bringer of justice.
A complete and total asshole too.
The dark knight sat back in his chair, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him when realization slapped him in the face.
He’d tried to take Robin away from Dick.
He’d tried to take Robin away from Dick.
Bruce pushed the cowl back from his face as he picked up his phone. Well, his person cell phone, that is. He could count on one hand, the number of people that actually had the number.
And Dick was one of them.
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Bruce began sighed deeply and began speaking, “Listen, uh, it doesn’t matter what you’ve done and what happened, I still love you, okay? It doesn’t matter where you’ve been or where you’ve gone, you can always come home to the Manor. And listen, Brat,
Travelin' SoldierTwo days past eighteen,Raphi-girl
He was waiting for the bus in his army greens,
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there,
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair.
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile,
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while,
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low.
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go.
John Eric Winchester was many things. Nervous. Scared.
Ready to do his country proud.
He was eighteen, at least he was on the enlistment form, and on his way to do good in the world. Be the All-American Hero he wanted to be.
“Ya’ daddy run off on ya’ Mama, John-boy, an’ you’s lookin’ to do the same?” Grandpa Carl had spat at him two days ago, “Well, ain’t ya’ just ya’ daddy’s son! No doubt ya’ be pissin’ ya’ pants the second ya’ land o’er there, ya’ lil’ shit!”
John huffed as he slid into a bo
Ever After High-Didn't We Almost Have It All-1“It's not weird, you do it once and then that's all you ever think about,” Cerise offered.
“It can't be,” Raven was blushing and she wished she had a hood to hide underneath right about now.
“It is, well sort of. I mean, we still do other things too. But if you asked both of us what we'd drop everything to do...” Cerise's voice trailed off.
“But, that's it though? You just do that more?”
Cerise nodded, “Exactly. The feelings between you two get stronger and you never look back. If you want an easy movie night in, you can have it just like before.”
Raven sighed in relief. She thought she was going crazy before having talked to Cerise. Today was the first day of classes back at Ever After High and over the past two nights, everyone had moved back into their dorms.
Of course, last night, Hunter wasn't back yet which meant Dexter was all alone in his room. Raven went to see Dexter with the intention of helping him unpack and they
Turtle Tots-Things That Go Bump In The NightMichelangelo bit down on his lip. Boy was he scared! He gripped the blanket tight and sat up, still pulling as much of it onto himself as he could without taking it away from Donatello or Leonardo. Raphael had since kicked off his portion of the blanket. Looking over at Raph, Mikey frowned.
Right now, Mikey really could have used his teddy bear but Beremy was no more. Raph decided that there should only be one teddy bear in The Lair and that was going to be his bear, Rocky Bearboa! Rocky was a tough guy, not a wimpy dweeb like Beremy, so, Raph and Rocky (mostly Raph) had taken the liberty of 'boxing' with Beremy while Mikey had been out exploring with Donnie and Leo and Mikey came back to find nothing but the stuffing left of Beremy!
Thinking back to that, Mikey considered kicking big brother Raph right off the mattress but he knew better than that. And also, Mikey was not at all in the mood to not only be scared out of his shell but to get beat up while being so scared. He looked arou
Foot Headquarters! Newly equipped with more high-tech security out of the blue! Well, not quite. A series of blackouts had happened in the past week and after hitting the street, the turtles found more than enough evidence that these blackouts were clearly a result of the heavy technology now on The Foot Building.
It had taken a while but Don had successfully hacked into Foot HQ's security system and made all the cameras go offline! Now they just had to get inside and pull the rest of the plugs...not literally speaking though. Don was more going to plug his Shell Cell into The Foot's Computer system and go from there but 'pull the plugs' sounded much better.
"Raph, with me! Don, you and Mikey go the opposite way!" Leonardo decided quickly and began to lead the way inside.
Knowing the severity of this mission, Leo's brothers did not even think to argue or remotely question Leo. They were inside and about to go their separate ways.
Michelangelo's voice was just a bit louder that a whisp
(Written for the pic above; the pic above is 2k12 style, but, this is based more in the 2k3 verse, enjoy.)
Angel hit the concrete floor with a loud thud and landed with her back towards Michelangelo.
“Take that, little punk!” Screamed her attacker.
Mikey freed himself from the cohorts of Angel's attacker and rushed to her side.
“You've gotta get up, Angel, we've got this!” Mikey attempted to encourage.
“I...I can't...” Angel felt so useless and felt horrible for having put not only herself, but also Michelangelo in this position.
If only she hadn't come to The Lair and hour ago…
Revenge was not something any of the Hamato brothers would associate themselves with under normal circumstances. But then again, there is a thin line between out-right revenge and standing up for someone else. Angel hadn't even finished explaining the situation to Michelangelo and he was certain that this
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