and i haven't posted anything in like months so here have this

The Tea is Decaf


3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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I’ll Find You

Request: Hello! I can say without a doubt that I love your writings!❤ I also was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where she goes missing and when it gets too long everybody loses their hope except for Newt. Later on he finds her being tortured, saves her and it’s a grand and really fluffy reunion?:) Sorry, I just crave for angst and fluff😂 

Warning: Allusion to torture

Word Count: 3,095

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

Pickett crawls from the pocket of Newt’s discarded vest, top leaves drooping from exhaustion. Stumbling forward, the tiny creature pulls itself up by the bed’s legs and hops onto the mattress. Gripping the headboard’s bars, Pickett inches past the pillows and avoids Newt’s hand when it jerks forward.

Once he’s in range, the bowtruckle reaches forward and tickles Newt’s nose. He jumps back, slipping off the mattress and swinging wildly when Newt smacks at his face.

Pickett’s still swaying off the bed when Newt jolts up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and reaching for you with the other. “I had the worst nightmare, love. Love?”

His terror peaks for the third night in a row this month when his hand only hits empty sheets and a cold half of the bed. He opens his mouth to shout for you before he remembers: you’re gone.

He takes in two shaky breaths before he hears Pickett’s squeals. “Pickett, what are you doing up here? You should be asleep.” He lifts the bowtruckle from the front of the mattress and slips out of bed, carrying him to a tree. “Yes, I know you don’t want to be here, but this is where you’re staying. Do you want to stay in that tree? I didn’t think so.”

He peels Pickett from his hand and places him on the tree before turning back into the bedroom and closing the door.

Careful to step over the clothes, crumpled up pages, and overturned pots of feed, Newt crosses the room and slides out the desk’s chair.

The two of you had decided to place a small bedroom in the case for any situations where you needed to be ready to respond to a creature at any moment. For the most part, it had been used when one was about to give birth, but more and more often, you and Newt had been spending nights down there after long hours of work studying a new creature.

Newt drops his head in his hands as he stares at the pages scattered in front of him. Notes that mean nothing at 3 in the morning fill the papers, but Newt still rifles through them, furious with the tears dripping down his cheeks. He has no time to cry. He has to find you.

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Ellstra’s Kylux fic rec Vol. 2

I decided to make another fic rec in the moments when I’m too drained of energy to do anything that requires brain activity. I couldn’t tag some people (again, tumblr is fucked) which breaks my heart. The fics are in no particular order, only organised in groups from filth to innocent T rated fics (which I honestly didn’t expect to see. Bless you guys.) Enjoy!

Rated E

Grease Lightning by @slutstiels 4k, Modern Au “I’ll fix it for free–” Hux gasps, hardly able to believe his ears. The man holds up a finger to Hux’s lips and Hux frowns, flinching back instinctively. The offending finger is pulled away and Hux reflexively licks his lips, tasting salt and copper; the man’s eyes flow the movement of his tongue before those eyes focus on his own again. “–if you let me fuck you.” “Excuse me?” Kylo is a car mechanic and Hux is a very rich man with a very expensive car that needs to be fixed immediately. Yes, this sounds like a porn intro, and it is. And a great one.

Into the Garbage Chute by @longstoryshortikilledhim 15.5k, Techienician, Modern AU Techie and Matt are Star Wars fans who meet at a convention. This is such a sweet fic, you’ll love yourself for reading it. Techie and Matt are huge adorable dorky nerds and I love them.

it’s not fashionable to love me by @thesunandoceanblue 10.5k, Modern AU Stop staring at his jeans. He knows they’re too tight on him. That’s the whole point; so people will stare at his—don’t stare at his junk.
Hux is persistently bothered by an odd but attractive man during his shifts. Hux is a horrible person who cheats on his boyfriend, Phasma is the best, Kylo is hot and straight-forward. It’s set in a tea shop which is something I never considered as a setting for a fic but it works really well.

In the Flesh by @srawratskcuf 3k, High school AU Kylo is that one kid in school who gives piercings in the bathroom. Prep!Hux comes in for one on a dare and keeps coming back for more (a good mix of ‘dam these are hot’ and ‘damn hes hot’) Seriously, it’s disgusting and Hux is so pretentious you’ll want to spill blueberry juice on his expensive shirt and it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bohemian Rhapsody by @longstoryshortikilledhim 18k, Modern AU Kylo is a street musician in Prague. Hux is touring with the prestigious First Order Orchestra. They collide. Hard. In the unlikely case you haven’t read this fic yet, drop everything you’re doing and do yourself the favour. It’s everything you might want from this AU and more, the style is gorgeous and it’s set in my country so bonus points for the advertisement.  

More below the cut! 

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anonymous asked:

I really want to get back into the habit of writing every day. I mean---I do; I write for my homework, I write in a medical journal, I write rants that I never show anyone else... But I want to get back into writing stories. There's this novel that's been sitting in the back of my brain for months, and I haven't got it on paper yet. I love seeing your little updates of how much you've written each day, but do you have any tips on how to motivate myself and get into the habit of doing the same?

I do! And honestly, posting those little updates is one of them. Nine times out of ten I’m the only one reading them, but posting one every day gives me an extra little kick to get my writing in, especially if I’m not getting started until late in the evening and I’m already about to burn out. Because if I don’t, I have to admit my failure to the internet, and nobody wants to do that. So that’s one idea: make yourself publicly accountable. (Tumblr is just one way to do it, and you’re welcome to jump on the what I wrote today tag if you think that would help!) But this is part of a larger point about making progress, which is that you have a much greater incentive to make progress if you can see that you’re making progress. 

Let me expand: Writing a novel is a long, long commitment. If you have traditional publishing in mind, you’re talking literally three to five years from start to finish. If not traditional publishing, you’re still talking at least a year or two if you have any hopes of producing something truly good that won’t mortify you down the road. That’s daunting. The easiest way I’ve found to get motivated and stay motivated is to have a plan and stick to it. This doesn’t just mean planning to write 500 words or whatever every day, because that’s not enough structure. What I’m talking about is a comprehensive game plan which takes every part of the process into account, all the way from outline to a polished MS. So sit down with a calendar in front of you and ask yourself what amount of time you think you need to get a first draft down on paper. It’s going to depend on how long you think the finished book will probably be, how much time you have to write every day, how your personal outlining process works, and so on. Then set goals, or checkpoints. Maybe you want to have a finished outline by April 1st. Maybe then you can expect to write 1,000 words a day and have your first five chapters by the beginning of May. I don’t know; this is something you have to figure out for yourself. But what’s crucial, in my experience, is having that concrete plan. This is for two reasons: (1) it’s much less daunting to sit down and work  each day if you know exactly what you have to accomplish that day to stay on track and (2) when you do it this way you have tangible proof that yes, you are making progress. And that’s huge. Nothing motivates me to keep writing like the knowledge that every day I’m getting closer to having a finished first draft in my hands.

Now, how you choose to go about doing this is something I can’t really tell you, because everybody’s creative process is different. Personally I know that my first drafts usually come in a little over 100,000 words, but that’s not the only factor. You have to budget time for research, reading (if you’re not reading you have no business writing), and all your other daily obligations. So for me, right now, working with a completed outline, the magic quotient is around 750 words a day on average. For you it may be totally different. You have to find what works. The good news is, there are a lot of tools out there to help you. Here are just a few you can find on this blog:

  • Writer’s Toolbox: A whole bunch of apps and software and freeware to help you write. Find that here
  • Outlining tips: If you’re totally overwhelmed by the concept of outlines and don’t understand how they’re going to help you, I’ve proselytized about that at length here
  • Time management: If you know what you have to write but you’re having trouble staying focused, you’ll find help for that here and here.
  • Motivation: If you’re having trouble staying motivated even after this lengthy post, there’s more advice about that here.
  • General writing advice: You’ll find all that and a bag of chips right here.

I know this is a lot. But writing is one of those things that requires a lot of trial and error and, yes, time. Hopefully some of this, if you take the time to read it, will actually help you to be more productive in the long run. 

Of course, if you have any questions about anything I’ve said here or elsewhere, don’t hesitate to hit the inbox again!

biggestnerdsouthofasgard  asked:

I am OBSESSED with your inferno au, it's amazing, but I really need to know: how do Otabek, Sara, Mila, Emil and Michele fit into this?

Thanks so much for liking it! <3 (*´∀`*) 

They all briefly have their blurbs on the intro post, but my motivation permitting, I do have separate arcs and backstories planned out for all of them. (For those confused, Inferno is my post-apocalyptic AU. Links to the other posts can be found on my Masterpost)

Briefly, and mostly just repeating what’s in the intro post but:

Otabek - the best driver in the Blades, can drive pretty much anything anywhere even when you think it’d be impossible. As such he takes a lot of dangerous solo missions where situations call for his navigation skills. Also often has to swoop in and rescue other Blades. Primarily rides a really fancy custom bike that has all sorts of interesting hidden features, courtesy of Mila. Has a really sad backstory but is still incredibly kind, often volunteering his services to the residents of Yuutopia when they need a little extra help transporting things. Also runs the Blades’ garage and takes care of all their automobiles and can be really anal about everything being in perfect working condition. Doesn’t like anyone else touching his bike. Which leads to sparks flying between him and Mila, bc Mila likes touching all the shiny vehicles.

Mila - Genius inventor, previously apprenticed to Yurio’s grandfather and now the Blades’ primary mechanic. She’s responsible for creating many of the things essential to the Blades’ success, including their knife blade boots. Her ideas are often reckless to the point of insane but they’ve saved everyone’s hides more often than not. She likes messing with Otabek’s bikes which pisses him off, because he’ll be out on on a mission and notice a mysterious new button but Mila won’t tell him what it does, just “Push it! It’ll be fun!” Too many times has this resulted in the bike blowing up so yeah, no Otabek’s usually not too thrilled. Mila sees Yurio as her little brother and while she teases him relentlessly, she can also be hyper protective.

Emil - Their hacker, he originally came from the Dome and has access to all the secret military data. He’s absolutely indispensable to their missions, not only being their key to success when breaking into anywhere, but also keeping track of the Dome’s movements so they can avoid confrontations. He rarely physically goes on missions because he’s one of the few people in the team who could cripple the entire organization if he gets taken out, but he’s the main guy on the intercom who directs all the other members from home base. Is especially close to the Crispino siblings and though he tries to hide it under his cheerful demeanor, he gets increasingly anxious the longer they’re away on missions.

Sara + Mickey - The twins have a really rough past and are absolutely inseparable as a result. Their dependency on each other can be dangerous, but it also allows them to spend far longer away from the rest of the group, and as such are often away on recon missions that sometimes take months. They’re all rounders who can cover all the bases between just the two of them, but Sara tends to be more offense while Mickey is defense/the driver. Sara can sometimes be incredibly reckless and will prioritize succeeding in their mission, while Mickey is terrified and wants to prioritize Sara’s safety even at the cost of his own. Sara’s close friends with Mila and is always eager to conduct field tests with her newest often explosive weapon.

Hope that gives you a slightly better idea how their roles will fit in! ^ ^

How even.

I don’t know how you all got here, but, I hope you’re enjoying your stay.

This blog is only a few months old, and I’m almost passing the most amount of followers on an RP blog I had, but the other blog took 3 years… ;; You guys are great, I’m happy that we’re able to interact and get around a lot. I’m really thankfully I met this side of the fandom and was able to participate in all sorts of wacky and even dead serious RP nonsense. I’ve really enjoyed everything here, and just being here, and being able to talk to people and RP, and I feel a lot closer to you guys than any other fandom I’ve been in. So thank you <3 I am very happy and I can seem myself being here for a good while with you guys. I haven’t done anything for my last couple of milestones, so, I figure I should do something now. So here’s the something.

@rexcrystallis | @oracleborn | @chosenbythecrystal | @suitedfordark | @floweringeclipse

You guys are some of the first people I ever interacted with on this blog, so how could I not say anything. I have been taking forever with responding to RP’s, but, I treasure the fact that I was able to talk with you guys before my true shitposting self formed and it was too late for you all.


I just mentioned you but let me mention you again because!!! I love Iris!! And /your/ Iris! I need my daemonslaying not-family naughter and sad-dad. I’m glad we interacted, and I love your art [ur poor notification box when you posted that nASTY COR. #noregerts] I really love ur art and I’m so happy to see you RP and draw and it’s not fair to be good and drawing and writing but you did it anyway :P I love our interactions, angsty or crack-nonsense, although we somehow manage to combine both ;A; Hopefully this summer I can RP more, but I’ll probably get lazy and spend too much time playing FFXV lbr.


Thank you for letting me gush about Prompto and Cor together because they are so sweet and I love so much about their relationship as little as they actually use it in game. It’s fine, I get to make my own canon outside of it :p I’m happy to RP a nice relationship between them and I’m always happy to hear your headcanon and ideas, I honestly forget sometimes that Prompto is not trans in canon, but like I said, I get to make my own canon :V and I just love so much about Prompto my first RP blog in FFXV is a Prompto, but I’m just so glad you do him justice <3

@kingslight/ @shieldvowed

I love Regis, and the Kingsglaive movie, and I love that you interact with the actors and introduced me to their streams, intentionally or not, it’s been a blessing, I have so much fun with watching Jon Campling attempt to fish in FFXV. Your cosplays are amazing, you put so much work into it and it shows! And of course, I love your writing and headcanons, those are great and fun to read. Even though I met you by kinkshaming you in a way that we’ve never let you live down, I’m really happy to see you on my dashboard, it’s always a treat.

@heterochromiairiidum/ @massadamnata

I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually had a serious RP w/ Cor, and it seems all I do is harrass your Ravus unfairly [sorry ravus ;; u deserve better all the time] and also make shitposts with you, but that’s fine, the main part of RPing is having fun and the writing can come second I think XD Thank you for putting up with my bullshit basically.


(ง'̀-‘́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง I’m kidding, lmao, I know we don’t interact much but I love our muses decision to instantly fight or ignore each other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Loqi needs more love, and I’ll be happy to give it to him. Love in the shape of Cor being a sour bitter man, but, love regardless.


I love your Noctis <3 I really do. I love your portrayal and I have a lot of fun when you’re on my dash. Thank you for letting me interact with you, and let Cor harass your Noctis to no end. 


We’ve only talked a little bit but I love your Yuna, and I love all your headcanons and ideas for the FFX world. FFX was my first Final Fantasy game and it has a place in my heart, which is why I pretty much picked the FFXV version of Auron as my RP muse. :p Also I really like our Silent Hill verse because I crave angst.

I can’t think of all the people at the moment, I’m sorry I didn’t leave a longer message than this, or at least a more thoughtful one, but, I’m happy to these guys for RPing and talking with me about stuff, just for the hell of it.

@nesrecne | @trashkingizunia | @maledictusrex | @chocobutthair | @eldestamicitiason | @the-witch-matoya | @sxrtis | @izuniashield | @promptos-biceps | @culinarystrategist | @enviousking | @utprosiim | @bxstiarius | @commodorexaranea | @yunafied | @divinamxultionem | @galahdanblade | @morethanabarcode | @divintas | @featherdicks | @regalchocobo | @knightxalpha@fieryknowledge | @lunaliee | @nightfallprince & many more I’m sure. I just wanted to thank you guys for interacting with me, and giving me the time of day to write with me and talk with me even if not.

And last but not least, the people I’ve talked to maybe a few times, and I hope I get to know you guys better, and maybe write an RP or even just talk in chat.

@irisiae | @luxarcum | @greatswordgladio | @loqibesthia | @frigustek | @pxlsatiio | @sineatcr | @yivohn | @firstsxnner | @theplagueofstars | @croweoftheglaive | @outofmychair | @novilis | @tiiamate | @oathvowed | @liibertus | @crystallineglacian | @kissthecook | @astral-ignem-feram | @pierccr | @countignis | @pargentum | @inferniangod | @nyxoftheglaive | @oraclevowed | @gvntk | @betaprom-pom |

anonymous asked:

hey, are you okay? you haven't posted hardly anything in like months and emily said you two aren't dating anymore, i'm really concerned

sorry about that. i’ve been kind of at a weird point in my life and i haven’t had the energy to do much of anything. emily and i did split but it was very civil and we both still respect each other very much, it just wasn’t working out in a romantic way as of late. i’ve kinda hit an all time low in my mental state, and this was a long time coming, way before emily and i started having complications, so i just wanna preface none of this is her fault, but i’m trying to rebuild myself from the ground up right now. it’s a process and i haven’t had the motivation to be active and happy or anything really at all, but i’m a trooper. i’ve been through this before and i’ll survive again. thank you for worrying about me, im hoping to be on here again real soon

Maine gothic

because King shouldn’t get to have all the fun

  • The lobsters scream when you put them in the pot. You tell yourself it’s just the steam escaping the shells. Their eyes are clear when you put them on the plates. You pretend not to see, and suck the meat out of their little crunchy legs. 
  • There are tracks in the fresh snow across your lawn. Even though Uncle Robin taught you tracks before you could make tracks of your own, you don’t recognize these. 
  • Everyone at the farmer’s market knows your name. You have never been to this farmer’s market. The potatoes have too many eyes, and they watch you walk by. 
  • You never thought you’d hope it’s only a moose outside at night. 
  • Giffords announces new flavors! Coffee Mint Moose Tracks (a new spin on your old favorite,) Heath Bar Beaver Den, Bloody Bear Tracks… it’s raspberry swirl, we promise. 
  • People don’t go near the barn on the old Michaud place, even though it’s been abandoned for years. Something about it being condemned, and not by the government. 
  • Something keeps bobbing up in the bay, bright red. It’s too big to be a buoy. No one’s claimed it.
  • The trees on Schoodic are shifting. We haven’t had a stiff breeze for days.
  • You can’t read the name of that new fishing boat. Everyone tells you something different when you ask.
  • The painted tracks to the UMaine stadium are red. Weird, they’ve been blue for decades. You haven’t heard anything about a hockey game tonight either.
  • I-95 just keeps going. And going. And going. It’s getting dark. What mile marker are we at again?
  • It hasn’t gone above zero in a month. The wind and snow get through the windows and under the door, even though you had the house winterproofed in the fall. You don’t remember what it’s like to be warm, even next to the wood stove. You don’t recall lighting it, now you think on it. 
  • The blackflies are thick as fog. They are in your eyes, in your ears, your mouth, your nose. You feel faint from blood loss. They are under your clothes.
A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1:, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room
Crossroads Deja Vu

Sister Winchester - Crossroads Deja Vu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Word Count: 2143

Warnings: Verbal fight 

Request (straightasdeanwinchester)/ Summary: The reader is 16 and the boys took her in after her mother (who was a hunter the boys knew well) died in a demon attack.

Anywayyy, they’re at a crossroad, the demon there spills about the reader trying to sell her soul for her mother to come back (it didn’t work because somebody in hell didn’t want her to sell her soul, don’t know who) then when they get back to the motel dean starts yelling about how stupid she was for trying to sell her soul and she’s saying stuff like “don’t give me that bullshit Dean, you did the same for Sam and I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat!” Then she goes to walk out, Sam tries to stop her but Dean says something like “let her go, she’ll probably just try and sell her soul again” which makes her said “screw you dean" 

Then Sam talks to Dean, Dean realises he’s screwed up, he finds her apologises then asks her why she tried selling her soul, and she says something along the lines of "My mom has lived a life without me, she’s grown up without me and she’s gotten married without me. I’ve never lived my life without her. So when she died I tried everything I could to get her back, I wasn’t ready to be alone… and I’m still not. Dean, I don’t wanna live without her” then it gets all fluffy and stuff, I’m in desperate need of Dean-o fluff aha!

A/N: SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE. I have had major writer’s block but I finally finished this one. If you haven’t already checked out this blog then do straightasdeanwinchester, this user is an extremely talented author! Sorry if I’m rusty in my writing. Love you long time xx 

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You finished spraying the devil’s trap which was positioned in the middle of the crossroads as a precaution to the upcoming interrogation, “Alright, done.” You called whilst, “Are you guys ready” you called to the two brothers, “Yeah coming now” Sam called from the back of the Impala. He was so focused in double checking the contents of the small tin box that he stepped on the freshly painted line. He kept walking unaware of the bright red line on the sole of his shoe. You sighed at the now broken line and pushed down on the spray-can-tin-lid to reconnect the lines.

Sam placed the box in the hole that Dean had dug. Dean mopped his brow before pushing the soil back over the box with his boots. He handed you his shovel and you walked it back to the Impala whilst the other two waited for a crossroads demon to appear.

You opened the back of Baby and put the spray paint can and shovel back in their places. Finally, you could figure out where everything went in the back of Baby without Sam or Dean reminding you. You had been with the Winchesters almost two months now. You were already a Hunter when you met on a job hunting a Vamp’s nest. They were reluctant to have you stay on the case but you were not going to take no for an answer and helped them take down the nest. The two of them were impressed by your skills and had grown fond of you over the short amount of time whilst working the job. They asked if you wanted to stick around for the next hunt and then promised they would let you go on your way. However then another hunt came up, and another and then finally they didn’t have to ask you if you wanted to stay because you had become one of them. Sam would say that he always wanted a younger sister and Dean agreed saying you even looked related and that you reminded him of Mary.
Since your mother had died, it had been the first time in years that you finally felt like you belonged. That you were important and that people relied on you, which helped you move on with your life.

Closing the boot door, you turned around and walked back to the boys to help with the interrogation. You kept your gaze down whilst you fiddled with twirling the Impala’s keys in your hands. You could hear three people talking in the distance, slowly becoming louder as you can closer to the crossroads. Two males and a female, however the woman’s voice sent a shiver up your spine. You finally looked up when you were a couple steps behind Sam and Dean and locked eyes with the black-eyed bitch. You felt your heart skip a beat and had to remind yourself to breath.
“Well there’s a face I never thought I’d see again” the demon smirked, “How long has it been? One or two years?” Sam and Dean both turned to you in confusion, hoping that you would dismiss any association with the demon, “three” you replied through gritted teeth. “You know her?” Dean snapped bewildered, “A crossroad’s demon?”. You didn’t even grasp onto Dean’s question, you were so shocked by the demon’s reappearance it was like he was talking behind glass.
“Oh yeah we go way back” the Demon answered for you, “You know I’m really sorry ‘bout what happened. Your poor mother still stuck in Hell and you here skipping around with the Winchesters. Too bad I couldn’t seal that deal, your soul would have been the best deal I’ve made in half a century.” she added with mocking sympathy.

“A deal? What deal?” Sam worriedly asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. This was new information to both the brothers.
“Her soul” the demon clarified whilst pointing at you, “to bring back her mother. But someone downstairs wanted the mother’s soul for some unknown reason so I couldn’t finish the deal.” She shrugged still obviously sour.

“A Deal! Goddammit Y/N You tried to sell your soul? What were you thinking?” Dean called behind you as walked into the motel room. You had finished the interrogation with the Demon, but yours was only just starting. You didn’t respond to Dean. You were too caught up in the emotions and flashback of that night.

“Please I’ll do anything…just bring her back. Please I’m begging you” you plead to the smiling black eyed demon with matching jet black hair. Your Y/E/C eyes were duller then before due to your period of mourning and dampened spirits. You had tears obscuring your vision as they fell freely down your face and dropped onto the dusty road.

You were pathetic and vulnerable. But you didn’t seem to care anymore. You had no life left, no motivation after your mother had been killed. She was your whole life and all you ever knew and loved. You were desperate, and love and desperation were a deadly combination that landed you making a deal with the snarling demon.

“Y/N! are you listening to me” Dean snarled as he reached out and pulled onto your shoulder. You spun around and faced Dean with Sam shortly behind him. “Please just drop it Dean. It was the lowest point in my life when I went to make that deal and I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m sorry what more do you want?” your voice was hoarse and full of emotion and you had tears already falling down your cheeks. Sam had his puppy dog eyes but his mouth formed a hard line as he was conflicted on what to do. Dean was still fuming, “Well too bloody Bad Y/N, because we know now and to be told by the demon herself that was just embarrassing. Did you really think we were going to let this slide? How could you be so stupid? Sell your soul at 13, what an absolute freaking waste, Jeez Y/N. What were you thinking?”. Dean’s words stung as if had slapped you, “Don’t give me that bullshit Dean, you did the same for Sam and I know you’d do it again in a heartbeat!”. Dean’s eyes widened and mouth dropped, “That’s different-“ he roared, “No it isn’t. You are being such hypocrite” You yelled back. “Guys that’s enough” Sam finally butted in, stepping in between the two of you. You wiped your face trying to get rid of some of the fallen tears and couldn’t even look at Dean, you felt so hurt and worthless by what he had said. You had to get out, you had to get away. You picked up your jacket and put it on as you walked to the door, “Y/N” Sam sighed, “Where are you going?” you looked back into Sam’s puppy dog eyes and you could tell he didn’t agree with Dean. He looked hurt and worried, he still cared for you even if it seemed Dean couldn’t recognise you anymore. You flickered your gaze down, “Out…I just need some air” you choked trying to keep your voice steady. “No, no please stay…c’mon Y/N we can talk this out or figure it all out tomorrow, whatever you want. Just please stay” Sam plead. Dean scoffed from the couch, “let her go, she’ll probably just try and sell her soul again”. Your mouth dropped, you were close to staying with Sam but now that idea shattered all around you as your face hardened, “Screw you Dean” you countered before slamming the motel door.

As you walked out into the cold night you could hear Sam and Dean shout at each other but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about them or the hunt. You didn’t care that the monster you were hunting was still on the loose and could attack you now you were out in the open. You didn’t care you were shivering or that you had no idea where you were going. You walked across the road to a nearby park with a large oak in the centre of it. Where were you going? Was this going to be it? Hunting? Being slashed and stabbed and then sewing yourself back up? And for what? What would your mother want you to do? Would she be proud of you or shake her head whilst you skipped around with the Winchester’s like the demon said you were doing?

You fell your knees and laid on your side as you sobbed into the chilled park grass. You cried till you fell asleep and then you slept until a rough hand shook you awake, “Y/N? Y/N!”. You slowly opened your eyes to see Dean face hovering above yours, “Oh thank Goodness” he sighed, “Are you alright? Why the Hell did you stay out here? It’s freezing” he chattered as he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around your frozen shoulders. “I was so worried. I thought the monster we are hunting got you when you never came home. I fought with Sam and then he went to his room but I couldn’t sleep so I came out looking for you. Look I’m so sorry Y/N, for everything… I don’t understand why you tried to make that deal but you are right, I would do the same in a heartbeat for Sam…or you. You are family now and I have realised how much I love you whilst I tried to find you tonight. I was so scared that I had lost you. I couldn’t live with myself if that was the case. I’m sorry Y/N” Dean apoogised.

You were taken aback and shocked by the sudden wakeup, the return of the Dean you knew and loved but mostly, you were touched by his honesty and apology. You started to cry again and couldn’t be angry at him anymore. Dean wrapped you up in a hug and rubbed your back, “I’m sorry as well. I should have told you guys about the deal…I was just-“
“Worried to how we would react?” Dean offered
“Yeah, basically. I finally feel like I found the place I belong and I was scared to lose it all over again. Especially over something I did when I was-”
“Young and naïve?” Dean smirked and you rolled your eyes,
“Yeah, basically” you lightly chuckled through the tears.

The pair of you stayed silent for a little while in each other’s embrace. “You would have liked her” you stated whilst your head rested on Dean’s chest. “Who?” Dean asked slightly puzzled.
“My mum… You are both similar: Great hunters, like/d pie, extremely stubborn but also have a heart of gold. You remind me of her every day. I wish you could have met her,” you sleepily sighed.
“Yeah me too.” Dean softly spoke and the two of you slipped into another silence as you listened to Dean’s heartbeat. You could feel yourself falling asleep but felt you needed Dean to know why you made that deal and why your mother was so important to you, “My Mum” you started before coughing to clear the frog in your throat, “has lived a life without me, she’s grown up without me and she’s gotten married without me. I’ve never lived my life without her. So when she died I tried everything I could to get her back, I wasn’t ready to be alone… and I’m still not. Dean, I don’t want to live without her” you admitted. Dean was quiet for a moment taking in your reasoning for trying to make that deal before replying.
“I know it’s hard to lose a mother Y/N…but you know you will never be alone again. You have Sam and I now we love you like a sister. I was so scared with the prospect of losing you twice today. Firstly, by the hands of some hell hounds some years in the future and then just before when you walked out. You are too important in my life and I care for you too much. I’m sorry, I know sometimes I can be a jerk but I never wanted to be one to you, I was scared. I’m sorry it will never happen again, I promise.” Dean pledged, “Now can we get out of this cold and back to the motel?” You nodded in response and smiled. Again, the eldest Winchester surprised you as he admitted his love for you, he had away with words and just understood you better than most could. All your insecurities and worries melted away with his reassuring words. But you were exhausted and couldn’t help but fall asleep there and then in Dean’s embrace. He just sighed and picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the motel and smiled down at his sister who returned.


hey friends!! I’m going to be really really busy in the upcoming two months, and honestly I was just going to set up the queue and not say anything, but I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m ignoring them so here’s an actual announcement.

I’ll be hopping on at least once or twice weekly to keep my queue going, but I’m most likely not going to be going through my dash at all. if you have posts you want me to see, feel free to tag me in them! otherwise I’m probably going to miss them.

I’ll try to keep up with my messages at least once weekly as well, probably on the weekends. that’s about it, but I just wanted to let everyone know :)


Imagine: when Kaneki and the gang escape, they lay low for a couple days. Touka decides to take Kaneki with her on her visit to the hospital. (for the people who speculate Hide being the one in the hospital that Touka was visiting)

 It’s kinda long so under the cut….and I didn’t really edit it and I haven’t written anything in a while and yeah I hope it’s not too bad o(-( XD

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Pairing: Syndisparklez
AU: Rockstar/band
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, drugs, and basically anything else you could assume to be plaguing an angsty bass guitarist and his equally angsty mysterious (boy)friend dude bro

Word Count: 2398

Author’s Note: This is such a pointless ramble oh my god I’m so sorry idk what I’m doing…blame the discord chat people for bringing up this AU in the first place alright

There weren’t many people that didn’t know about Thomas Cassell.

Leading artist, musician, and part time producer, headlining numerous world tours as a bass player in one of the most successful rock bands.

Tom Cassell was a perfect balance of everything he could ever need to be in order to make it. He was smug, he was flirty, he was sarcastic and attractive and edgy all exactly when he needed to be; calculated emotions.

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UR WRITING IS SO GOOD IM CRYING u should do one where you haven't seen CALUM in like four months and when you do you're in his shared apartment w ash for like a week straight so no one has heard from you guys and the fans are getting worried until one day ashton is doing a twitcam or something and Ashton thinks you guys are sleeping so he goes to wake you up and he ((and the fans)) find you guys with his head between your thighs or something along those lines pls I will die

ok let me just tell you i got this request and i was so fired up to do it and today i found it at the bottom of my inbox and im happy i did bc i like this one (and pls i will die right along with u)

Having a boyfriend who’s a member of a famous band was a challenge. Not just for you, but for him as well. He’s home after six months for a week or two and then he leaves again. It’s rare you two ever got to spend any time together, which is why you always either flew to wherever he was or had him come to you.

Of course, the arrangement was far from perfect. You and Calum had wanted to move in together, but the lease on the apartment he shared with his bandmate, Ashton, wasn’t up. He was stuck on the other side of town from you with no way out. Things got incredibly awkward when you were over and Ashton was still home. It was even worse when you and his on-again-off-again girlfriend Bryana were both over. You could tell the four of you were all struggling with the lack of privacy.

“Alright, Ashton’s doing a twitcam and he thinks I’m taking care of you because you’re sick.” Calum came into the room, slamming the door behind him. He quickly removed his shirt as he approached.

“You should probably make an appearance on that. Your fans must be worried.” You sat up “I can wait. Neither of us have posted anything since you got home. It’s been a week.”

“So what? I’m spending time with my girl.” He shrugged. Sighing, he threw himself onto the bed. “C’mere, baby, I wanna kiss you.”

“We’ve been doing this for a week.” You groaned, but still leaned over to peck his lips “Not that I’m complaining, we just need…”

“To do more, I got you.” He nodded eagerly “You know, we’ve only had that quickie while Ash was out at his car since I’ve been home. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Calum, but we can’t.” You shook your head “Not with Ashton here. You know that boy can’t mind his own business for shit, and you know we’re not quiet.”

“I’ll try if you try.” He put a hand over yours, interlacing your fingers. You have him a sympathetic smile.

“Cal, I still don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You sighed. He let out a loan groan of discontent and threw his body on top of yours. “What are you doing? I told you no.”

“I can tell you want it.” He teased “Come on. Please, Y/N, I promise I’ll be as quick as I can and I’ll try not to make any noise. I just really, really need you right now.”

His bulge rested against your thigh, moving slowly as he squirmed in discomfort. You sighed, looking up at the pouting boy hovering above you.

“I can take care of that, you know. That would be quick.” You offered. He shook his head, trailing his fingers down your jawline.

“Please? I just wanna make love to you. I’ve been away for so long and-“ He cut himself off with a sigh “I’ve been horny for the past four months. Please let me show you how much I missed you.”

“We have to be quiet, though.” You told him, easing him off of you. He watched carefully as you slid your sleep shorts off. “And if we hear Ashton, you stop immediately.”

“Okay,” He nodded eagerly, sitting up “Are those your only requests?”

“Don’t take your time, okay? Save that for another time.” You straddled him. He gulped, wrapping his arms around your torso. “I really missed you, y’know.”

“Oh, baby, I think I know.” He smirked, placing a delicate kiss on your lips “I missed you, too. You need to visit me more on tour. I can’t go four months without my baby again.”

“You know I’m always up for it, it’s just a matter of you inviting me.” You reminded him. He shrugged, rubbing his hands down your side. “I told you to be quick. This isn’t quick.”

“I’m getting there,” He mumbled, attaching his lips to yours. His hands settled themselves on your hips, guiding you against his thigh. A content sigh passed his lips. “Mm, it’s so good to be home. Missed you so much.”

“Babe, c’mon.” You groaned “You said you’d be quick.”

“You anxious or something?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk only growing “Desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” You admitted. He shook his head, placing a quick kiss to your lips. Calum hopped off the bed, kneeling at the foot of it.

“C’mere, beautiful.” He patted the mattress in front of him. You scooted forward as much as you could, legs dangling off the side of the bed. He smirked, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties. “Don’t think we’ll be needing these.” He mumbled to himself before removing the lace. His hands gripped your thighs as he moved you forward.

“Cal,” You whined, able to feel his breath on your sex. He looked up at you innocently as he licked a stripe down your folds. You, determined not to give him the reaction he wanted, kept your eyes locked on his and stroked his dark curls.

“You like that?” He raised an eyebrow. You pretended to consider this for a moment before you shrugged.

“I don’t mind it.” You twirled a lock of hair around your finger “And I wouldn’t mind if you kept doing it.”

“Good.” He smirked, diving back between your thighs. His tongue ravished the folds, producing crude slurping noises. You pushed his head closer to your body.  

“Calum,” You groaned, throwing your head back. He gripped your thighs tighter, dipping his tongue into a hole he knew all too well. You gasped as his tongue swirled inside you. He pulled back with a smirk, licking his lipsm

“So tight, baby.” He murmured, running his thumb down your slit “Gonna need to loosen you up before I can fuck you, hm? I bet you’d like that.”

“I would.” You breathed. He nodded absentmindedly, lazily rubbing circles into your clit.

“Normally I’d make you beg for it, but today…” He looked up at you through his lashes. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I think I can make an exception.”

“You promised me you’d be quick.” You reminded him

“I know what I said.” He chuckled “Doesn’t mean I can’t take my time making you feel good.”

“Actually, I think it means exa- oh, fuck.” He cut your protests off, slipping his thumb into you. Calum was the type who always liked to get his way, and the bedroom was no different than anywhere else. If he didn’t want a quick round, then there wasn’t going to be one

“That’s what I thought.” He said, looking more than pleased with himself. His fingernails left red marks on your thighs as he guided you against his face. After what you felt was much too long, his lips found their way back to your swollen clit. He hummed as he sucked against the folds of skin. His tongue was heaven compared to the vibrator you’d been making do with.

In the other room, Ashton was happily chatting away to an audience of 600,000 on Periscope. That was the thing about him; if no one was available for him to talk to, he got bored very easily. Luckily for him, the fans were always there to listen.

“Keep sending in questions, guys.” He said to the camera, scrolling through Twitter on his laptop “Yes, we’re really enjoying our break, but we also can’t wait to get back out on the road. I miss seeing you all every night.”

He continued scrolling through his mentions, occasionally stopping to answer a question or two. Most of the comments consisted of either dirty requests, pleas for follows and people asking if Calum was okay. Caught up in the happiness of being back with you, the Maori boy hadn’t posted anything in a week. As far as the fans knew, he was dead.

“A lot of you seem concerned about Cal. I promise you he’s okay, he’s just with Y/N. Actually…” He looked down the hallway at Calum’s closed door “They’re home right now. I should ask him to come say hi.”

The comments began flooding with positive responses, all urging Ashton to put his roommate on camera. He ran a hand through his messy, curly hair before standing up.

“Alright, they said they were gonna go take a nap a long time ago, so they should be awake.” He switched to the back camera. Slowly, he turned the doorknob to Calum’s room. “Let’s see what they’re up to.”

He opened the door, camera pointed straight in front of him. Before he could process what he was doing, Calum eating you out was broadcast globally to over half a million people. The brunette between your thighs looked back at his roommate.

“Do you know how to knock?” He scoffed “Wait, what the hell, are you filming us?”

“I didn’t know-“ Ashton stuttered, dropping his phone as he stumbled backwards

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Calum was pissed. You didn’t blame him, as you would be the same way, but you were more embarrassed about being exposed.

“I swear I didn’t know what was going on.” Ashton defended himself. Calum walked towards uim, driving him further out of the room.

“Sure you didn’t.” He scoffed. The tanned boy bent down, retrieving the phone. “This is just great, Ashton. It’s fucking live. Everyone’s already seen it.”

“I am so sorry.” Ashton rambled

“Sorry’s not gonna erase the fact that you basically just leaked a sex tape.” Calum rolled his eyes. He threw the phone at its owner. “Get out. I don’t want to be a part of your livestream, and I’m sure my girl doesn’t, either.”

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the possessiveness of his voice. Though you couldn’t see it, you could tell his jaw was clenched. You sat up in his bed, burrowing under his sheets. Nobody needed to tell you that you weren’t getting any farther with him than you already had.

By now, Ashton had already scurried back into the living room, trying to figure out how to recover. Calum shut the door behind him, leaning against the door jamb. He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“I’m sorry about that, babe.” He sighed, taking a tentative step towards you. You patted the side of the bed you’d left open for him.

“Shit happens.” You assured him

“It’s not okay, though.” He groaned, dropping himself on the bed next to you “I haven’t been able to spend time with you since I’ve gotten back. I just wanted a couple minutes to ourselves, y’know?”

“We’ll find time eventually.” You put a hand on his arm. He looked up at you through his lashes, waiting for you to go on. “He’ll probably go running to Bryana after that incident.”

“Right,” He bit down on his lip, looking as if he were concentrating hard on something. You traced random shapes into his bare skin. “So, just as confirmation, I’m not getting any tonight, am I?”

“Probably not.” You laughed. He shook his head, letting out a loud, over-exaggerated huff.

“Dammit, Ashton.”

anonymous asked:

I've noticed that there haven't been many doubleb moments for a while, and to me it seems like they have become distant, what do you think? i miss doubleb

Ok firstly I want to apology for the long wait. I just needed time to find/make the right visiuals to answer your question better. (btw gif cr:2owners if you don’t want me using your gif pls dm me and I’ll remove them.) 

Secondly you are not alone in your feelings. In fact I think it’s safe to say a majority of doubleb shippers have wondered the same thing.

So here are some fangirl theories for you via me {warning long rant ahead}

*Just a reminder I am just a fangirl who does not know doubleb personally so of course all theories are based solely on what I’ve seen and not on actual fact. So take everything with a grain of salt :)

So I first noticed some distance as maybe many of us did when MOBB started up. Now Mobb may not be the actually cause of it but it coincidentally happen to be around there that Hanbin seemed distant from Bobby.

And Bobby seemed to want Hanbin’s attention more than Hanbin wanted his.

Even during Mobb Vapp Bobby manages to bring up Hanbin

kept his distance from other girls 

and while still showing a deep friendship with Mino even create a buddy-buddy handshake in place of skinship 

( which if you watch the vapp bobby isn’t very touchy with Mino and most of the skinship is from Mino to Bobby) maybe for the the sake of his easily jealous boyfriend watching at home.

I’m not saying Mino is at fault. I don’t think he or Bobby did anything intentionally to hurt Hanbin but the members have said before how emotionally fragile Hanbin is so maybe Hanbin felt hurt anyway. Either way instead of just being like w/e he seemed to want to make things good with Hanbin again.

Which brings us to after Hanbin’s eye infection. While Hanbin was recuperating doubleb suddenly seemed to be on good terms again. Maybe Hanbin felt Bobby had suffered enough or he just really missed him because Hanbin was again being clingy as ever and they seemed to be their couply selfs again and doubleb shippers could sleep soundly again. YAY!

I’d also like to point out that while Hanbin was getting better he let the other members do most of the talking while he stepped back in interviews and even tho Bobby wasn’t sick he stayed back with him. idk it just made me happy to see…like Bobby’s priority was more Hanbin than anything else :)

So where are they now in terms of their relationship? I’d like to think they are back where they’ve always been. In a close, strong unbreakable bond since pre-debt

I know shippers get in a panic when we don’t see them stand together or interact during an interview or stage performance but these boys have been together every dayfor 6 years (as friends or whatever u want to think) of course there will be times where they don’t feel the need to be around the other but that doesn’t mean they’ve suddenly stopped caring about each other. They’ve been through too much together to break up so easily. 

Also I know we still don’t see much of their interaction but I really don’t think its due to there being not much doubleb content but rather not much iKON content. Right now all we really have are concert fancams and japanese interviews and while we can take little moments from these we really see our best doubleb moments in vapps, bts’s and unrealsed scenes

And there just hasn’t been much of those lately. They haven’t done any ikontact, showtime days, bts’s or vapps in about 3 months, But I feel like the second they do get something out we will see a lot more doubleb content without a doubt :)

I know a lot of doubleb shippers were also troubled by some of bobbys actions and words when he recently said Hanbin is too touchy in an interview and how he pulls away from Hanbin sometimes. But you have to understand Bobby has always been like this. It isn’t anything new. I even did a post about it a long time ago and that was when they were being couply af.

Thing is Bobby doesn’t always like being touched but at the same time he seems to have no problem being the ‘touchy’ one. I don’t know why. It might be a masculine thing or maybe hanbin’s touches just make him too flustered and nervous and he just can’t deal. It could be any number or reasons but I’m not too worried about it because it really doesn’t seem to bother Hanbin. Like he keeps coming back more clingy and smiley as ever so I think he must understand Bobby’s feelings better than we do. As long as Hanbin looks happy I’m ok because even tho Bobby doesn’t always show it as obviously as Hanbin does there is no doubt in my mind that he loves him just as much :)

So rest easy my fellow doubleb shipper because this ship is no where near close to sinking. :)

anonymous asked:

Could you give me a timeline of what you think is happening with Haylor now? I mean, when do you think the talking started and they met up? And what is your theory about what is going on? Like, with the ring, etc. Sorry I'm asking so many questions. I just haven't had this much hope in a long time lmao.

I’ll go with my ‘neutral’ stance:

Okay first it started with Harry’s team denying anything romantic going on with Harry and Kendall in September. And on the same day, it was officially announced that Hiddleswift broke up. Both of it happening on the same day is most likely a coincidence, but that sets the stage nevertheless. We’re sure now that they’re both single.

I think something happened during the week of the Kings of Leon listening party in NYC. I have no absolute proof to say that he was in NYC (you won’t believe me anyways) BUT it’s important to note that a lot of Swifties and Harry stans started picking up some Haylor hints during that week. Harry stans are always paranoid about any possible Haylor interaction even more so when Taylor’s single right now, and during that week in NYC Taylor was hanging with Cara, Suki, Clara Paget – like I said they are from Harry’s group of friends too, and then Kings of Leon were also talking about their friendship/connection to both Taylor and Harry. Taylor went to the concert with Lily Aldridge to promote KOL, and the next day an article about Harry’s friendship with the KOL guys came out. And Harry was liking Jessie Baylin and Lily Aldridge’s photos at the event on IG.

After the KOL concert weekend, an NYC journalist Amanda Ross tweeted ‘Haylor will rise’, and a few days later, Perez Hilton announced on his tumblr and twitter that Taylor is seeing someone. He also started liking Haylor related tweets and manips on IG. Even though I don’t really trust them, I think these are possible leads. My theory is that they both heard something over the weekend – Amanda lives in NYC so she could have heard gossip through the NYC circle (this is just me speculating). Some people say they were just doing that to promote Taylor’s Austin concert but it doesn’t make sense because Perez is still liking Haylor related tweets and posts even after the concert. And Taylor’s team wouldn’t rely on Perez freaking Hilton to promote things for them lmfao. I feel like Perez heard something too and he wants to get first scoop on this by lurking fans.

As for Harry, on the Friday of the KOL concert week, Ben Winston had a party and Harry didn’t attend and some Harry fans were speculating that he didn’t attend because he wasn’t in London. So we have no proof he was in the UK either. It’s a weak theory, but whatever. I also think Harry’s been hanging with Waseem who lives in NYC around end September because he randomly made a post about Harry on IG about the Another Man photoshoot, seems like they’ve been interacting lately (also another weak lead but bear with me here).

Then Someday (a song co-written by Harry most likely about Taylor) was released a day before Taylor’s Austin concert, where she sang Harry songs like Style, Wildest Dreams, OOTW. Coupled with the Amanda Ross and Perez’s Haylor hints, there was a small buzz about Haylor going on at the moment.

Taylor flew to LA for a week and after her short appearance at Drake’s party (to kick off the Drake/Taylor collaboration promo) she went MIA in LA for a week. We don’t know where Harry was either, but I speculate he was in LA as well because his entire London crew flew down to LA for a friend’s wedding (Waseem and Alexa Chung came down from NYC too), and he was liking Waseem’s pic of the wedding and stuff. This is another weak link but like I said, bear with me here I don’t have much to work with especially since the dude refuses to be seen.

Anyways, the weekend before Halloween, Taylor made an impromptu trip to the UK. Hiddleswift fans got excited and thought Tom and Taylor were gonna get back together but then a gossipcop article debunked that, so there’s that. She didn’t go to the UK for Tom, nor are they getting back together. So just like the Hendall rumors, you can cross Hiddleswift out of your list for now.

The week after was drama week, where Harry popped in to attend Kendall’s birthday party and then attended Kanye’s concert. On the same day Harry went to Kanye’s concert, Drake posted a picture of him and Taylor at his birthday party and Taylor liked the picture. Swifties were mad, blablabla, but honestly I thought it was an overreaction. It was promoting-other-artists-day for both of them, eh.

Soooo the week after, on Lorde’s birthday on 7 Nov was the first time Taylor was seen wearing the ring. Then after the elections Taylor randomly flew to LA for a few days, where Harry was also there. This is actually significant because it was probably the first time since July that they were both confirmed to be in the same city/location at the same time, like there’s no argument about it. She was seen wearing the ring again when she was papped entering Lena’s apartment in NYC. Then the next week was Thanksgiving week, she was papped again wearing the ring while walking with Kelsea, at Todrick’s show, while driving in Rhode Island, and at Thanksgiving. Taylor rarely wears rings and jewelry more than a few times so I guess people picked it up and wondered if the ring meant something special to her. No one could find out where the ring came from as well, so it must have been custom made.

The following week was the start of Taylor going MIA, and that’s when Haylorsecrets said on her blog that she can confirm she has heard Haylor rumors going on for the past month from reliable people (according to her). So there’s that. We’ll see what happens next.

P.S: Btw something haylorsecrets said about how the Haylor rumors can’t be proven but at the same time can’t be squashed – I’ve been thinking about this too. Like, there are all this lowkey buzz from fans about Haylor but we haven’t gotten an article debunking it, unlike Hiddleswift. So yes, no confirmation but no denial either.

the-trinket-witch  asked:

I haven't seen anything previously about Let'sPlay!Yug AU, except for the anon ask and reply-but man do I really love that idea (what other aspects of this AU can you elaborate on? Does Yugi/everyone duel online for their channels or do they play regular games (the idea of Jounouchi being a horror-game LPer is fantastic) I need to be satiated with headcanons and AU's for my first favorite show!

Hello!! And thank you. Hhhm let’s see. I’m bad at explaining things so we’ll see how far I can go. Also I’d be happy to see what people could add if they want to

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in dreams

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

you burn with the brightest flame

Harry frowns, thinking that he shouldn’t have to be glad about what gender he is, just like omegas shouldn’t have to be scared and nervous that anyone they meet might want to hurt them. He wonders why none of this occurred to him before, how he possibly could’ve just sailed through life before this without realizing how fortunate he was being born a beta. That seems a bit too serious of a conversation for Simon Cowell’s waiting room, though, so Harry puts an arm around Louis’s shoulders and teases, “You say that like you’re old or something. Two years isn’t that big of a difference!”
“Tell me that when you’re eighteen and looking back on this conversation,” Louis says.
“Well that’s - that’s different, isn’t it? We could be anywhere in two years, we could be famous.”
Louis’s eyes light up, his smile widening. “You think so?”
…or, the X-Factor Era A/B/O fic.

i’ll be someone who won’t be forgotten

I’m just—" (Harry hiccups) “there’s a lot here.”
And – yeah. There are oceans between them and mountain ranges surrounding them and Louis can feel tectonic plates shifting beneath his unsteady feet, pulling them further and further apart by the heartbeat. There are countries of distance, but there are pages and maps and textbooks of shared histories, moments documented and carefully filed away and Louis can’t remember thinking complete thoughts before he thought of Harry.
Six years since they’ve last seen one another, Louis bumps (literally) into Harry on the street on his way to work. In the hours following, they relearn one another and their past as they wander the streets and relive a few of their most significant memories together. Topics covered: what it means to grow up, how to be a real functioning adult in the world, how to stop lying, gravity in the context of black holes, and the reimagining of inevitability.

marking up the atmosphere

At the age of twenty, Harry deals with things expected to occur at his age: student loans, instant meals, electricity bills, and the constant, incessant presence of never ending coursework.
That, and the job of raising his six year old daughter and avoiding the charm of a young, successful, and very off-limits Louis Tomlinson.

we’ve got the world in our hands

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn’s love life, though, that they don’t notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

butterfly gun

Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.
1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.

you came running with my heart

The world ends on a Saturday, which throws a bit of a wrench into Louis’ weekend plans. Now civilization appears to be destroyed, his roommate has run off into the countryside on a romantic quest, and Louis’ only hope of surviving is an ASDA employee with a pair of swords and too much time on his hands.
At least the apocalypse is over and done with – anything else that goes wrong is really just a footnote.
(A post-apocalyptic roadtrip au.)

like real people do

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AU. Harry is Louis’ soulmate but Louis isn’t Harry’s - it takes Harry a while to figure it all out.

always one food on the ground

“Listen. We’ll spend the next month pretending to be madly, outrageously in love. And then, we’ll stage a breakup so horrendous and heartbreaking that Liam and Zayn regret setting us up on this ridiculous blind date for the rest of their lives. You in?”
The Valentines Day themed AU where Liam and Zayn won’t leave Louis alone about his policy against dating, Louis enlists Harry on the fake boyfriends adventure of a lifetime, and Niall is not above bribing everyone with food to get what he wants.

number one fan

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Harry’s agreement helped the team and players improve a lot. There had been a significant increase in player performance after the incentive had been implemented, and the team as a whole hadn’t lost a game since Harry was the “prize” which wasn’t much of a shock because let’s face it, everybody wanted to fuck Harry.

everything that shines ain’t always gonna be gold

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gasoline stars

It reminded him of stardust, of the history of suns, and he supposed that was what the boy asleep on his shoulder had been created out of. The history of suns.

Or, an AU where it’s all nice and innocent until someone ends up pregnant. (That would be Harry.) Also known as the Mpreg AU I’ve doubt you’ve read before.

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Trigger Warnings: Car crash

It’s dark. I can’t really see much of anything but I’m sitting on a cloth seat and on my right is Phil. We’re moving but staying still at the same time. He turns to me and smiles making butterflies swarm in my stomach. I smile back and take his hand in mine. Everything is so peaceful—so happy.

“I love you,” I say to Phil.

He looks at me and screams. My heart jumps to my throat and I turn around to see what he’s screaming at. Two white lights are coming towards me quickly and—

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The New Doctor

Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: PG
Length: Just about 2k. 
Author’s Notes: I actually finished writing something for the fytopkey challenge! lol I have a billion other things that are unfinished, but here have a fluffy little piece! 

Summary: There’s a new doctor at the hospital, and Jonghyun thinks he sounds too good to be true. 

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