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#217 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “Catching up with Van a few years after having broken up with him (maybe in The Balcony era??) starting with him saying "we were just kids, huh?” Maybe seeing the way he has changed (from wearing girl sweaters and long hair to wearing white shirts and coats and having short hair and releasing The Ride) Maybe the scenario could be a balcony in NYC, almost evening, looking at him smoking and noticing the way he has matured in many ways. Talking about things that have been going on and their feels"

Note: I’m going to go short and sweet on this one. I’ve done a couple where Reader and Van find each other years after dating, sometimes they get back together, sometimes not. This one is more about mood than plot.

“What are you doin’ here anyway? Thought you hated New York?" 

You looked across the small table at Van. The sun was setting behind him, lighting the city skyline in orange and pink hues. Shadows were beginning to be cast across the landscape. With the brightness behind him, Van’s face was hidden, but even so, you could see all the ways he’d changed. He exhaled out into the air and looked back at you.

"It’s not all bad, I guess. Used to hate a lot of things that I don’t anymore,” you replied.

“Like me,”

“I never hated you, Van,”

“Coulda fooled me… Wouldn’t ‘ave blamed you but,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips for only a second.

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Kevin Spacey answers The Bernard Pivot Questionnaire on Inside the Actor’s Studio:

1. What is your favorite word?


2. What is your least favorite word?


3. What turns you on?

Watching my dogs play.

4. What turns you off?


5. What sound do you love?


6. What sound do you hate?


7. What is your favorite curse word?

Fuck. Or rat bastard. 

8. What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt?


9. What profession would you not like to participate in?


10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

“Now I can finish.”

Celebrate Me Home - The One Where Sam Opens a Can of Worms

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 7.2k-ish

Warnings: Not much at this point. Just fluff and general longing.

Summary: A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU ~ The reader learns more about the Winchesters as she settles into Pine Tree. She grows closer with them all as deep family secrets are revealed.

A/N: I don’t know where I’d be or whether I would post this fic if it were for the very wonderful and very perfect @winchestersnco. She has been nothing but a perfect angel throughout this whole journey. I can’t thank her enough for all her time and energy.

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Originally posted by infinityflow

47 Days until Christmas…November 8th, 2011.

When y/n was a little girl her mother used to tell her that even the best laid plans are bound to be changed; if not for an unforeseen circumstance than for god himself realizing that he doesn’t like the path that your life is going down. At the time—being no more than an eager, naïve 7 year old—she believed every word her mother had to say. However, as she got older, as her world changed and her mother become more resentful of both her and her father, y/n realized that her mother just wanted to appease her regret. She wanted to ease the pain that she felt for getting knocked up fresh out of the Ivy League, by a man with a more promising future than most, but still, maybe not the man of her dreams.

So, yes, some plans don’t work out. Some mother’s earn Master’s Degrees in Egyptology and Ancient Civilizations only to have them fall by the wayside; a promising career replaced by the pitter patter of little feet of a bouncing baby girl. 

But y/n always thought she was different than her mother, thought she had a chance to make everything she dreamed of come true. Although, now that she’s older—now that she’s lived a solid three decades—y/n doesn’t know why she thought she was special, why she thought she mattered more than all the rest.

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My Best Friend, Bernard

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    I did not like how my parents treated me like a little kid. I would be seven this week so they should listen to me! I had always told this to Bernard. Bernard was my best friend in the whole wide world, and he even helped me pick out my dresses. Though he was really old he could take all my horse-play and rough housing. But then my parents wouldn’t let me bring him outside.

    I thought they were being unfair. I mean, I was old enough to not hurt him! I was a good friend! I could never forgive my parents for that. They made me sad, because I can no longer play with my best friend. Bernard wasn’t happy with that either. He kept frowning at me through my bedroom window. But I told him we would get through it.

    I started staying in more so I could play with Bernard, so he would be happy. I didn’t play with my friends anymore and rarely left the house. My parents thought I was crazy. When they asked why I wouldn’t leave, I told them I wanted to play with Bernard since they wouldn’t let me bring him outside anymore. They glanced at each other. After bed they told me to go to sleep and let Bernard rest on his own. I agreed. I was a fool.

     I woke up when I heard some talking and thumps from Bernard’s room. I had thought someone had broke in and was there to hurt or steal Bernard. I was half right. When I peeked through the door I saw my parents arguing. They were talking about me and Bernard.

    “What are we going to do? She is too attached to him, she no longer hangs out with her friends!”

    “We have to get rid of the thing Margaret! Just throw it in the trash and say he ran away. She already thinks it can move and play with her. She’ll believe it.”

    I could not believe my own ears. My own parents wanted to get rid of my best friend! I looked over to Bernard’s sleeping figure. Looks like he was awake the whole time. I looked into his eyes and saw the same anger I felt towards my parents. I would show them! Bernard can move and play! I backed away from the door and softly padded towards my room. I closed the door and blocked my ears from the sounds of my parents screams. 

    When I woke up the next morning I crept into Bernard’s room. Everything was covered with blood and lumps of meat. I looked to the right and saw Bernard smiling at me. I smiled back. They deserved it. I love Bernard. And I will continue to love him no matter what.

    Yes I loved Bernard. Bernard my big teddy bear with the cute button eyes and stitched mouth and brown fur matted with blood.

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anonymous asked:

Asgzc where each of the boyfriends have a smooth and badass method of shutting down flirtatious, non-respectful, creeps who don’t understand “no. not interested”

I think that my original post had an issue with the quote that made it eat all the spacing. I dunno. Either way, here it is again and properly formatted. 

This one got a little away from me, but in a good way! I worked on it until I fell asleep last night and picked it up after breakfast this morning. Thank you Anon! I was so excited to get this. I’m not sure if this was exactly what you had in mind, but hopefully you enjoy it!

Gets a little naughty at a couple points, but nothing too bad. Genesis is a perv, Angeal is adorably oblivious and Cloud can be kind of a creeper when he wants to be.

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