and they always turn out like crap

i started listening to TAZ! (i’m about 5647892 years late to this party, as always) but boi do i love it! holy crap

i just finished ‘moonlighting’, but i’ve been wanting to draw this part from ‘here there be gerblins’ for a while now. (it’s from when they exited the jerk off tunnel and are about to fight that blob thing) it didn’t turn out like i wanted it to, but it’s still pretty so i’m posting. might redraw it later though!

anyway yeah, i love it so far! @theadventurezone

Six Winter disappointments

1. When you purchase Winter clothes which promise that they will protect you from the elements, but it turns out that they only mean some elements and plutonium is not one of them, and you have become too dead in the process of finding this out to ask for a refund.

2. When your snowmen become charmingly alive and you spend a bittersweet night drinking advocaat with them before the forecast thaw and cursing the dawn; after which point they melt into yellow slush in the yard and multiple passers-by draw inferences about your household’s urination preferences.

3. When you fall in love with Winter and Winter falls in love with you and you elope together to live in carefree abandon an industrial meat freezer, depriving everyone else of Winter and leading to catastrophic atmospheric warming.

4. When you wake up in the morning to a great hushed whiteness outside the window and you think that it might be the million albino cats come to pay you homage that were forecast at your birth by your sinister goblin aunt, but it’s actually snow, like it’s always been.

5. When you accidentally put some Winter an unlabelled seasoning jar on the shelf with the spices, and Winter in a jar looks a bit like salt, so sometimes when your food needs a little seasoning you end up making it a bit saltier and sometimes you end up knocking it off the plate with an icy blast of hailstones.

6. When you think Winter has finally packed up and slouched off to the other pole of the Earth for a while, but it turns out Winter left a bunch of its crap at your place and every few days there’s a knock at the window and ‘Hi, it’s Winter!’ and you have to go and dig out your warm coat again whilst Winter rummages around outside trying to find that icicle it thinks it left somewhere.

Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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Humans are Weird - But we don’t know it

So I was listening to human by christina perri and you know all the ‘i’m only human’ stuff? Well, that song is literally how we picture ourselves.

We think ourselves the default, because we’re the only species like us. We make elves, vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures that we think are better than us and think ourselves lower than them.

Now, think about aliens finding out about that. Like, we go into space, expecting these creatures so much “better” than us, and we’re surprised because we’re the only ones like us, and according to the aliens, we’re betting than them.

And that just confuses us. We had this picture, and our first step with aliens it shatters.

Imagine aliens figuring out that we think ourselves the default for intelligent life and expecting so much better stuff in space. And them just going into their version of shock. Because they always thought they were the best the universe could come up with, until they met the humans.

And it turns out they think so lowly of themselves, think they couldn’t be the best in the universe.

Because why would we be?

(please expand on this is you want to!)

Promise

“Heaven is a place on earth with you…”

More Headcanons

I headcanon Lance as bi. I also sort of self project the way I grew up and how my family is/was on him too…? Anyways, more langst

-Lance never thought it was weird that he was attracted to both genders until he was 11
-He first told his mom and she told him it was just a phase
-His older siblings laughed and teased him for it, calling him many slurs
-Slowly he grew to hate himself for being attracted to men and started to become more and more homophobic
- When he was 13, he met a boy in the summer who was gay
-He dated said boy in secret while denying who he was all the while
-His younger sister caught him with the boy and told their parents
-Lance never thought he’d ever see his mom so disgusted with him
-At the same time, he never thought his Dad who seemed the least accepting, would accept him and try to help him
-Lance started to realize as he got older that no men wanted to date him because he was bi
-So he thought it’d be easier to pass as hetro, though by now he was no longer homophobic but was trying to help out in LGBT community
-Lance’s older siblings started to become more understanding of the LGBT community and was no longer homophobic
-His mom understood but didn’t except that he was bi. Instead she’d talk about how it was a phase in his life
-He knew deep down that she’s never accept him
-Growing up, Lance was a middle child
-He never really got new clothes, being able to have hand-me-downs from his older siblings
-But his younger siblings got new clothes as by the time he was down with his, they were outdated
-He tries not to think too much about the times he’d get locked out after walking around late
-It wasn’t their fault, they just didn’t notice he was gone
-When his anxiety was starting to get bad, he had to hide it because his family rejected the idea that anyone could have a mental illness in their family
-He learned how to cry silently early in his life, so it was no surprise that no one knew when he was having an anxiety attack
-His self esteem issues started pretty early in his life
-His older siblings, one was a genius and the other was a troublemaker
-Whatever he did was average in his eyes and only his friends congratulated him
-It would never feel as good as it would’ve been coming from his parents
-When he’d get into trouble or hang around a “dangerous” crowd, his parents didn’t seem to care too much
-His “dangerous” crowd was pretty much just his group of friends which consisted of an addict, an alcoholic, a pot head, a kid who came from a rough home and two high school drop outs who dealt with mental illness, and the other poverty
-Some of his friends knew gang members but it wasn’t an issue because they’d never bring them around
-When Lance got an 89% on an exam, they threw him a little party on the beach by a campfire
-They’d all celebrate each other’s success and Lance started to call them family
-Lance’s siblings always forgot he was with them when they’d tell a story, or they’d replace him with a different sibling
-His own mom and dad started to do that as well
-He started to feel like he was replaceable and forgettable
-He started to fall into depression around the time he was 12, though he never realized it was depression until he was 15
-He started self harming when he 11, a little bit after he came out
-At first it was anger, he felt like he deserved to be treated like crap
-It soon turned ugly as he started to notice more and more things he wasn’t good at and traits that were displeasing
-When he was 15-16, his friends noticed the scars he carefully kept hidden and they tried so hard to help him
-Lance learned that he didn’t want their help as it felt more like pity which only fed into his self-loathing
-When Lance was 16, his friend who was an alcoholic died by drowning in his own puke
-Lance didn’t take it well and couldn’t handle it, so he repressed those memories
-He never remembered until he was in his 20’s and woke up sobbing and shaking(it wasn’t pretty, it was horrible and he could shake the imagines out of his mind for weeks)
-When Lance got accepted to the garrison, his friends threw him a party
-At the same time, he never told his family until two days before he was leaving
-They thought it was just a boarding school and didn’t realize how much he worked for it until after he left and they looked into it
-Lance tried to hold back tears after the first month he was at the garrison and he still hadn’t gotten a call from his parents or siblings
-He didn’t hold himself as he thought of his friends and the fire they had
-He didn’t think of how his parents practically jumped around when his older brother got accepted into university
-He didn’t compare himself to everyone he knew and only focus on his bad points
-He didn’t have an anxiety attack that night
-When Lance met Hunk, he felt relived because finally in his life, he met someone who didn’t know his family
-Because finally he had a friend who saw him and didn’t know of or about his family
-And when he met Pidge, he was ecstatic to meet someone who was so smart and chill
-It didn’t hurt him at all when they kept avoiding him though
-It didn’t remind him of being overshadowed when his teachers started to compare him and tell him he was there only by luck
-It didn’t hurt when he was taken as a joke by his self proclaimed rival because it reminded him of his siblings
-No, it didn’t hurt at all when he realized he really didn’t belong with the other paladins
-And it certainly didn’t hurt when his hero got mad at him for making a valid point
-Of course that didn’t make him start to doubt himself more than he already did
-No, Lance never thought of how much he hated himself or how he wasn’t good enough
-Not even about how he missed his family, when he was stuck out in space
-Or his friends, who’d usually try to cheer him up by taking him out to eat or play games all night
-Definitely not about how he wished he was a better person, never really seeing what an amazing person he was but the only what he saw of himself
-No, Lance was fine
-Right?

Steve Rogers Imagine

Imagine The Avengers constantly teasing Steve about your crush on you.


‘‘We know you like her.’‘ natasha sang, bopping steve on the nose.

‘‘Who, Y/N?’‘ steve asks.

‘‘Duh!!’‘ everyone shouts in unison.

Steve laughs and looks at the ground. He bites his lip and shakes his head. 

‘‘No, I don’t.’‘ steve smiles, looking up at the team.

‘‘Stop denying it Rogers! We know it’s true.’‘ bucky smiles.

‘‘Do you have any proof?’‘ steve asks.

‘‘I don’t know, maybe the way you look at her every time she enters the room?’‘ tony smirks.

‘‘What are you-’‘

‘‘Hey guys!’’ you smile, entering the room.

‘‘Why are you all in here? Oh.. Crap! Was there a team meeting?’‘ you ask, looking around at everybody.

Everyone looked at Steve who was giving you the same look he always gave you whenever you entered the room. His heart was beating and he looked like he fell instantly in love with you. You looked at him and his face turned completely red.

‘‘Steve? You alright?’‘ you ask.

‘‘Steve has a crush on you Y/N!’‘ wanda exclaims.

Steve snaps his head at Wanda who was screaming and yelling at everybody to run before he got up. Wanda started pushing everybody out of the room, everyone was screaming as Steve stood up. They all started to run as Steve chased after them. You just stood there watching the whole situation with a smile on your face. Steve had a crush on you. That was awesome.

Imperfect Celestial (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas doesn’t understand why the reader feels so insecure. Why should she? To him, she’s the most beautiful thing in the Universe.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Selfhate, Cas being a sweetheart, almost smut (Winchesters be cockblocking), lots and lots of fluff, angst

(In this fic, all the crap with April and Meg didn’t happen but I still hardcore ship Megstiel. I apologize because this is crappy.


Also look how pretty he is in the gif!)

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Sick

 

Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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SDCC 2017 - PANEL PART 2
  • Dania said being on #OnceUponATime is a fairytale for her. She’s a fan! (x)
  • Dania had no idea who she was auditioning for originally and showed up in casual clothes (x)
  • When Gabrielle got the call to audition for #OnceUponATime, her 13-year-old daughter freaked out because she’s a big fan! (x)
  • They have only shot the first one and a half episodes so far and the cast hasn’t read beyond the second script (x)
  • Eddy: there will be new characters but no alternate versions of EQ, Hook or Rumple. (x)
  • Henry will eventually fall in love with Cinderella (x)
  • The new Henry is on an epic adventure and will fall in love with Cinderella - a love like his grandparents had. (x)
  • Henry will get himself in trouble and he will reach out to rumple, hook and Regina for help, it’s the new adventure. (x)
    • Henry gets in trouble and the EQ, Hook and Rumple come to his rescue - that’s S7, according to Eddy. (x)
  • “I believe. You believe. We believe.” @DaniaJRamirez says that’s her motto that she thinks works perfectly for ouat (x)
  • There will be an LGBTQ story this year! But they haven’t said more about it. (x)
  • On possible future Captain Swan children, Colin: “I think it would be interesting to see. (x)
  • Colin prefers the guyliner over the leather pants (x)
  • Lana said she took Jared to his first concert and told him she’d teach him to drive when he turns 18. (x)
  • Robert speculates that Mr. Gold’s first name is Barbara - "Babs Gold” (x)
  • Rose Reynolds is our new Alice! (x)
  • Mekia Cox will be playing Tiana!! (x)
  • Adelaide Kane as Drizella! (x)
  • Gabrielle Anwar is Lady Tremaine (x)
  • They always start the new season with a big cast dinner where they hang out and bond (x)
  • Feels like we’re starting over - Colin (x)

Videos

Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.

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The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.

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After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.

“What?”

“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….

 

Part 2?

Father's Day (Peter Quill & Yondu Udonta)

Requested by @anonymousglitchingowl: Do you think you could possibly do a thing where Peter makes something for Yondu for father’s day? Cause I seriously think he was a pretty awesome dad. Even though he’d probably act all grumpy about it in front of everyone I could see him being pretty touched by it. Basically cuteness, I’d really like to see some Yondu cuteness.

A/N: I hope you will like how this turned out :)

No warnings.

“Sometimes, the thing you’re searching for your whole life is right there by your side all along” - Star Lord

~ ~ ~

“Oh, this is just stupid and ridiculous.”

Peter sat on the bed in his chamber, studying the little blue, glass figurine standing on the table in front of him. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be, but its blue color and red eyes reminded him of Yondu. Peter knew why he had bought it, but now it felt so stupid all of the sudden.

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My name is Tyler, and I wanted to start a band, so I picked a name, a logo, and wrote and recorded songs in my basement. I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that music did something to me. What I DID know was that I needed help bringing the songs to life on stage. Then I met Josh, a kid with no plan B. He lived and breathed plan A: music. And I liked that he beat the crap out of his instrument.


Then we played shows, all kinds of shows. It never really was discussed, we just knew we had no choice but to play with as much conviction for 5 people as we would for 5,000. We wanted our shows to be more about others than about ourselves, creating an unpredictable but always beautiful dance with the people in the crowd. Honesty and authenticity works, and, as it turns out, people wanna be a part of that.

9,765. Turns out it doesn’t take a million likes to get the music industry’s attention.


On November 19th, 2011, we played in front of a sold out hometown for 1700 of our most dedicated fans in Columbus, Ohio. A few years of hard work materialized into one night, our fans were the first local fan base to ever sell the place out to that
capacity. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but after that night people from 'the industry’ started asking the question, ‘What’s going on in Ohio?’


The next 3 months were the craziest months of our lives. Out of nowhere, we had a dozen labels interested in our small local band, taking us completely off guard. We had questions: Would we lose creative control? Would we be turned into something
we are not? Can we keep doing what we are doing, the way we were doing it? Are we selling out? Encouraged by the answers to those questions, we signed a record deal called Fueled By Ramen. A record deal!


Tonight, 5 months later, we are back in Columbus to explain the incredible news to the people who deserve to hear it first. But it’s just the beginning. We cannot wait to see what the future holds for us
and our fans. And to them we say: We never got a big break. You created our big break. Thank you.


So if you are pursuing your dreams, pursuing what it is you are passionate about, I hope this story encourages you. And if you know someone who is, encourage them with this: Don’t give up. Push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds. Think. Create. But most importantly: Stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others. That seems to work. Stay strong, live on, and power to the local dreamer.

—  Tyler Joseph, after being signed by Fueled by Ramen with Josh Dun.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic where Sebastian (from Black Butler) is always hitting in the reader and making her flustered until she snaps and they kiss?

He was the devil.

That was the only explanation. It must have been for him to torture you so. He was the manifestation of the literal monster underneath your bed you’d thought you’d gotten rid of as a child. Your grim reaper, the skeletor come to claim your begotten soul-

“Miss Y/N?”

No.

You froze in the middle of the conversation you’d been having with Bard at the call of your name. That voice was unmistakable.

“Bard!” You hissed, the hairs on the back of your neck stiffly rising as if you were a frightened feline. The useless chef rose an eyebrow at your display, a wisp of smoke escaping his pale lips from the loosely held cigarette between them. “I wasn’t here!”

Bard blinked as you frantically glanced around the room for a hiding spot, your body twitching like you had been possessed. Time was running short and you finally settled on diving into the pantry, slamming the doors shut just as you heard his voice a second time.

“I’m sure you know who I’m looking for, yes?”

A nervous chuckle.

“Ah, Y/N? No I don’t know where she is - that is if you’re even searching for her anyways, though I don’t know why you would - but I can definitely tell you that she is not in here.”

You stifled a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend was a terrible liar, maybe even worse than his nonexistent cooking skills.

“I see. I must say, it would not hurt to look.”

When you had closed the pantry doors you had enclosed yourself into total darkness. This just made your other senses that much more sensitive, and you could feel your pulse racing as you registered movement outside. His footsteps were light, impossibly light - as if he were walking on air - but you could still hear the faint scuffle of his shoes on the kitchen floor. They were completely in time, sustaining a tempo you found to be ridiculously rhythmic for the simple act of walking.

The footfalls increasingly came closer to your shelter. If you listened hard enough, you swore you heard the chains dragging behind him, links and cuffs chinkling - your jailer - the drag of metal across the tile promising your inescapable future.

A moment of silence.

Another, and you sighed in relief.

Then light.

Bright crimson eyes split through the darkness, then disappeared into that close-eyed smile you were all too familiar with.

“Ah, there you are.”

You gulped.

This was it. This was why you ran away from him the moment you even caught a glimpse of silken gloves, of all black. You liked to consider yourself a spitfire, a blistering ball of courage. A fierce personality that could take down anyone in your way with your bare fists. After all, you did have to have a talent to be on the young master’s staff.

But…But-

“H-Hey t-there haha….w-were you looking for me?”

But the moment this guy’s eyes met yours you found yourself turning into a puddle.

Sebastian tilted his head, observing you, before he outstretched his hand.

“Indeed I was. I merely wished to tell you that the young master has requested your presence. Do you need assistance?”

You attempted to keep even a shred of your dignity and shook your head. “N-No that’s alright. I’ll b-be fine.”

You were quick to get up, maybe too quick. The close proximity of your bodies made it hard for you to find any space to maneuver yourself, and consequently you tripped over your own feet in the act.

Quicker than you could comprehend, Sebastian caught you, one hand wrapped around your wrist, the other pressing into the arch of your back to steady you against his chest.

You swear you heard angels singing in the distance.

“You should be more careful,” He spoke calmly, the smooth, deep baritone heard clearly in your ear.

You wondered if someone could die from being overly embarrassed, and if not, there was always a first for everything, right?

“No - I mean yes, I mean uh,” You were sure you were going to pass out in five point nine seconds. “I will.”

“Good,” He said, holding you for longer than necessary, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to you!

Before you could jam your knee up into where the sun doesn’t shine, he let go, walking away like nothing had happened.

Your hands fisted, and you returned to normal as you fought off the sensation of your knees turning to jelly.

“That arrogant little-”


“- piece of crap!”

The duster in your grip nearly snapped in two as you brushed it violently against the surfaces of the porcelain statues in the glass case you had been admiring. It was only when you nearly knocked over all the precious figures in your anger that you moved on from them, stopping at the piano in the corner.

“Thinks he’s so great,” You continued to mutter underneath your breath, lifting the fall-board to lightly dust the black and white piano keys beneath the cover. “With his crazy reflexes and ridiculously flawless skin. Stupid fairy. Has the audacity to mess with me. The next time I see him I swear I’ll-”

“Hmm?”

A sound equivalent to that of a dying hyena emitted from your throat as you jumped almost fifteen feet into the air. If not for the buttons on your clothes, you were sure you would have escaped them as well. The duster went flying from your fingers, but it was not a surprise to you to see that the bane of your life had caught it as easily as one would swat a mosquito.

Freaking ninja.

“S-Sebastian!”

He shifted, his voice taking on that scolding tone he often used with hte rest of the staff that made them run with their tails behind their legs.

“Why, you did not quite finish your thought. You’d what?”

I’d take that tie of yours and shove it down your throat then hang you up by your coat tails you insufferable twat. See if you’d laugh then.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Was all you said instead. You’d chastise yourself later on your cowardice when the literal embodiment of perfection wasn’t standing three feet in front of you.

“I think you do,” He smiled again, but the expression did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, knowing him, it made them worse.

He took a step towards you.

Naturally, you took one back.

Then he took another.

You followed suit.

Another, and you turned to leg it out of there as quickly as possible.

“Ouch!”

Turns out you had been backing into the piano you’d been cleaning, and as such ran right into it. Within the time it took for you to register this, Sebastian was behind you, so close you could feel the collar of his suit brushing the back of your neck.

“I thought I told you to be more careful. You have a way with disobeying good advice.”

He pressed closer to you from behind and you leaned away, your hands flattening down into the piano keys and creating an unpleasant, chaotic series of sounds.

“It’s not like I do it on purpose.” Pest.

Sebastian hummed. “Somehow that doesn’t make it better. Will I have to punish you?”

You ignored the way your stomach turned to goo at that comment.

“You demon,” You mumbled bitterly.

The hand hovering by your waist landed, and you heard a faint sardonic chuckle. “You’d be surprised.”

What?

He gave you no time to even dwell on that thought, twisting you around to face him. He dipped down even closer, and all you could see was the tunnel of red that was his eyes, sucking you in.

Wait, closer?

“H-Hey!” You lifted a hand to push at his chest but found that it only trapped you further. “Wait!”

Your cheeks burned brighter, breath hitching in your throat as his nose brushed yours. Close. He was so close you could count every eyelash framing that unnatural crimson gaze. You’d have thought you would be able to feel his breath but there was none? His skin was ice to the touch where it skimmed yours, a good contrast to how high your temperature was running at the moment.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for something, anything.

Waiting.

And waiting.

?

Your eyes opened in confusion only to see that he had backed up, amusement dancing in his expression again.

“There,” He said simply.

“What?” Was your intelligent response.

He lifted the duster you’d forgotten he even had, pointing it towards a section on the piano, before placing it down. “You missed a spot; I fixed it. That was all.”

You resisted the urge to let your mouth fall open.

“Y-You!”

“Me?” He questioned innocently. A tsk left him. “Why, Y/N, were you perhaps expecting something else?”

You were speechless, the flush crawling up your neck and spreading across the apple of your cheeks now becoming uncomfortably hot. A splutter left you in anger, but you knew you couldn’t even argue.

“Now if you’d excuse me.” He walked away yet again, leaving you a mess. Before he was completely out of the doorway he paused. “Oh and before I forget, your punishment. An extra hour of helping Finnian in the gardens should suffice.”

The moment he left, the duster was flung into the wall, truly snapping in two this time as an enraged shout filled the air.

“I’m going to kill him!”


The spoon left the cup of ice-cream to land in your mouth.

You melted with a delighted hum around the metal on your tongue. Usually any and everything sweet in the household was used for the young master and him only, but you’d managed to be rewarded the rare delicacy that day on your lunch break.

You ate another scoop, stepping outside to enjoy the breeze. The sky was bluer than you’d ever seen it, and you sighed happily. Nothing could ruin your mood now.

Mrow”

Was that a cat?

You turned, only for the cheerful song playing in your mind to come to a sudden halt, like a record malfunctioning. There was a cat yes, but next to the kitty was a certain butler. Your first reaction was to run, or perhaps become one with the side wall of the mansion, but everything changed when you cleared your panicked thoughts to actually just look.

It was not one cat like you originally thought, but three that crowded around the man. His face was content, and you were shocked at the fact that he was letting the felines rub their heads into the palm of his hand, one of them merely curling up by his foot.

It was, dare you say, cute?

Nope. Nope, nope. You would not fall prey to his manipulative charms. You were stronger than that, a feared, respected member of the Phantomhive mansio-

Okay that cat just yawned and cuddled his shoe and you were gone.

“I didn’t take you for someone that would spy on others.”

You were knocked out of your fantasy by the words, and you took a startled step back. Sebastian’s focus was still on the affectionate kittens, but you knew he was talking to you.

“I am not!” You found you were quick to defend, and cleared your throat, calming. “I was only out here to enjoy the breeze. Don’t act like you own the garden, Sebastian.” You took another bite of your treat in defiance.

He lifted from his crouch, in front of you with only three long strides. You stayed rooted in your spot. He narrowed his eyes, as if looking at something, then nodded to himself. You could only stare as he removed one of his gloves, pinching the fabric in his teeth and pulling it clean off.

Ok.

That was not needed. Why couldn’t he just take it off like a normal person?? Did he want you to faint??

“You’ve got something…right here.” He reached upwards to brush his thumb across the corner of your bottom lip. When he removed it, it came away with a pink, milky substance. It must have been a trick of the light, but his eyes seemed to flash the same colour as he slowly licked his thumb.

A smirk. “Delicious.”

Everything stopped.

In the distance, you think you heard something cracking, but maybe that was just the dam of restraint snapping within you. 

It was as if you were watching yourself from outside your own body as you saw your hands reach out to grab his collar. The motions felt distant, detached when you yanked him down, but you were spun widely into control again once your lips connected harshly to his.

The cup fell to the floor, spilling its contents.

He froze, but you were not stopping, not now, and you took this rare chance to tangle your fingers in that soft mass of midnight hair you’d always wanted to touch. Heat seared your lips as you pulled yourself into him, forced his mouth open under yours, a long shiver rolling down your spine.

It was only when you felt him get over his initial shock and begin to respond - which must have taken what, four seconds? - that you disconnected.

That,” you growled, chest heaving. “is for antagonizing me. Feel free to forget I ever did it, please do.”

He stared.

With that you whipped around and stormed away, face red but your steps hard and infuriated. “And you owe me ice-cream!”

Sebastian’s eyes contracted into fuchsia slits, predatory excitement conflicting with another emotion that had him tightening his hold on his glove.

This was the first time he could honestly say in the last hundred years, that he had been made utterly, completely, surprised.

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Bruised and Battered Part 8

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

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“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, right before you saw him racing down the stairs, a little blood at his lip, but nothing serious. It was hard, schooling your features so he didn’t notice anything was wrong. That you were literally trembling on the inside, knowing that going with your parents would definitely end up with you dead. But it was a better alternative than Dean, and Sam being hurt or killed.

“Down here”! You exclaimed, as the Demon possessing your Dad came forward, whispering in your ear.

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Take The Compliment

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Hi, I love reading your stories and I was wondering if you could do an Ethan x Fem reader where the reader and Ethan are best friend. The reader is super self conscious of herself and every time Ethan will compliment her she always turns them down saying things like “No I’m not” etc. Ethan can get really tired of this and out of no where maybe kisses her saying “Please stop saying you’re not beautiful cause you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” or something like that 😊 Thank you

Summary: Fem!Reader can’t take a compliment. Ethan gets annoyed.

A/N: Let me be real guys, I’ve been going through a dry spell with writing lately. Sorry this sucks, but I hope you enjoy this flaming pile of crap anyway.

Wordcount: 732

Requests are closed for now, sorry!

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anonymous asked:

he /thought/ he was in love, but instead actually obsessed... so did ishim think cas was obsessed with dean but hes actually in love 🤔

ask n. 2   “ishim is a monster incapable of healthy love” That’s why I don’t really like that comparison. They got compared to something that wasn’t really love, but more like a stalker obsessed with a poor woman. 

(This turned way too long, so here’s a recap: I discuss the comparison between Ishim and Cas /and respective relationships with humans/, which tells us who Cas is by contrast; I also draw a parallel between Ishim and Godstiel, aka Cas’ darkest side – that Cas still managed to overcome on his own, because despite everything he’s always had a good heart and good intentions; also, are we supposed to reconsider the nature - platonic or potentially romantic - of Dean and Cas’ relationship in s6?)

Hello there, my friends! Unfortunately, you have just opened a can of worms, since I was writing some meta on the parallel between Ishim and Cas. 
To answer the first question, well, yes. Ishim (like many angels) doesn’t understand human feelings and emotions. Not only he’s a manipulative and abusive douchebag, he also lacks the experience to understand what love is (Cas, on the other hand, has been human..). 
So, when he sees the bond between Dean and Cas, he compares it to what he knows. And what does he know? The love he knows is obsession, rotten to the core; the human he wanted never loved him back; he thinks she made him weaker (and this is just textbook abusive behavior). So when he sees how far Cas has fallen (subtext: for a human), of course he thinks Cas is in his same situation. 

You know why we’re meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It’s not because we’re a danger to them. They’re a danger to us.

Yeah, he’s talking about both Dean and Sam, but casually Sam is never called Cas’ human weakness (context: we’re talking romantic love, throwback to Metatron saying Cas was in love with… humanity, just to point out one episode later that Cas’ goal was all about saving one human), nor he is in the climatic scene where Ishim goes after humani– erm, Dean (hint: Sam wasn’t supposed to be there because Cas loves Sam, but he’s not in love with Sam). 

Now, on to question #2. Too much exposition is deadly to a story. A great way to show who a character is or what they’ve become is… to contrast them with who they’re not (same goes for relationships).

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New Book

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

Summary: The reader is looking for a new book to read, and she stumbles upon a journal of Bucky’s

Word Count: 1077

A/N: Since I don’t have classes to worry about, I have been catching up on all the reading that I don’t get to do during the semester. I finished one book and couldn’t figure out what else to read, so this idea kinda popped into my mind! Hope you enjoy!

*gif not mine*


  You were staring at the ceiling to floor bookshelves in your library. You were tapping your foot as you mumbled to yourself, “What to read, what to read, what to read?” You went row to row looking at all the different books you have collected through the years.

  There were college textbooks, books you read in high school, books your grandmother gave you, books you stole from your roommate, and books you bought out of impulse at the bookstore you had been going to since you were in middle school.

  “No, no, no. Maybe this one,” you pulled out a book and read the back, “Nah.” 

  You looked through that row and when you reached the end you saw a book that you had never seen before.

  “I don’t remember you,” you pull out the leather bound book and examined it. It was a plain brown leather book, with no writing on the outside of it, “Where did you come from?”

   You sat down on the couch that was along the only wall that didn’t have a bookshelf on it. When you opened the cover, you saw handwriting and you instantly knew who’s writing it was.

  Your boyfriend knew you hardly looked at that row of books, so he thought he could hide his journal from the war there. Your super solider boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, normally didn’t talk about the war. If you wanted to hear any stories about it, you had to ask his best friend, Steve, about it.

  You started at the handwriting that you knew from all the love notes that would be left for you when he would leave for a mission, or whenever he would tell you what he would be cooking for dinner that night.

  You debated wither or not you should read the journal. He obviously didn’t think that you would see it, he put it in the most boring row of books you had. But this journal would answer questions you have about Bucky in the war, that even Steve either could or wouldn’t answer for you. 

 You decided you would read one date and put it back where you found it.


  Two hours later you read the last page of the journal. You closed the journal and held it close to your chest, “He was in love,” you whispered as a tear fell from your eye.

  The whole journal he talked about a girl that he left back at home, and how he was trying to make it back to her. At first you thought he was talking about his sister, Rebecca, but you soon realized that he wasn’t talking about her. The words he wrote about her were sweet and tender. The words he wrote about her were the same words that he wrote to you in his notes.

  What drove you crazy was he never said a name; you didn’t have a name to put to the sweet words he wrote about. You didn’t have a name to put to the girl who you were jealous of. 

  You had to find out a name, so you went looking for Steve. You finally found him in the gym, “Steve!” 

  He got off the treadmill, “Hey, Y/N.”

   “I have a serious question to ask you,” you looked down at your shoes. 

  “What’s up, kid?” he asked putting his hands on his hips.

  “Was Bucky in love with a girl before he went off to war?” you asked him quietly.

  He leaned against the railing next to the treadmill, “In love? Definitely not. He dated a lot of girls back then, but the only girl he has ever been in love with is you, Y/N. Why?”

   You handed him journal, “I found this in my library today.”

   He raised his eyebrows as he took it from you. He read the first page and closed the book. He looked at it carefully then his eyebrows raised, “I’ve seen this before.” 

  “You have?”

   “Yeah, Buck bought it last week at that bookstore when we went to.” 

  “What?” you grabbed it and looked it over, “There is no way! Look at this thing! It literally looks like it is from the 40s!”

   “Y/N, I promise you that he just bought this thing,” he crossed his arms, “I saw him writing in it like a mad man.”

  You were confused, “Do you know where Bucky is?”

   “Uh, I think he is in the media room?”

   “Thanks, Steve,” you said as you walked out of the gym.

   You walked down the hallway to the media room to find the super solider sitting in the reclining chair.

   He turned and smiled, “Hi baby girl. What have you been up to?” he held his arm out for you to join him in the chair.

  “Hey,” you crawled into his lap, “I was in the library looking for a new book to read.”

  “Did you find one?” 

  You nodded, “I did, and I already read it.”

  “So you are back to step one?” he chuckled, “What did you read?”

  “This,” you held out the leather journal.

   “How was it?”

   “A little confusing because the dates say the 1940s, it looks like it’s from the 1940s, but Steve says he saw someone buying this last week at a bookstore.” 

  “Hmm, that is a little confusing,” he looked at you with a small smile.

  “Yeah, and I recognized the handwriting.”

   “You do?” he replied coyly.

   “Okay cut the crap James,” you turned so you could look him straight on, “What is this?”

  “A journal.” 

  You groaned, “James!” 

  “Okay, okay,” he patted your leg, “You were always asking what it was like during the war, so I thought I would write a journal like I would in the 40s. And the only thing I could think of writing about is you.”

   Your heart skipped a beat, “Bucky,” you leaned into him, “It was so beautiful! Well, now that I know it is to me and not some other girl who I have to compete with.”

   Bucky laughed and cupped your cheek with his flesh hand, “Baby, I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

   “Oh, Bucky, I love you,” you leaned down kissed him.

   He kissed your back and pulled away after a moment, “I love you too.” 

  “Did you really mean all that stuff?”

   “Every single word, baby.”

   You smiled, “This is my favorite book.”

I find some charm in the Underfell AU but something about it doesn’t fully do it for me. It seems to go well with themes such as inquisitions and witch hunts, tho, which are things that fascinate me and go hand in hand with dictatorships. So why not throw all that into a blender?

Now I can’t get this idea out of my head of the Royal Guard being more of an Inquisition than an actual army. Whenever a human falls to the Underground, they start hunting it like crazy, turning entire towns upside down until they find the damn brat. And of course, the civilians are interrogated in good old medieval fashion and the only way of saving their skin (or at least 70% of it) is to rat on their neighbors and relatives. They always lie, of course; nobody knows crap about any human. But fuck have mercy on the poor bastard who actually sheltered one.
I guess I know how Toriel went batshit insane. Sans might find himself in some deep shit as well, after all people always found him quite shady. It wouldn’t surprise anyone if he turned out to be a traitor.

Also, I’m not a fan of Papyrus with sharp teeth, sorry. His brother probably lost all of his and got them replaced by fang implants or stuff like that.