but the oh wait bit is new

Antiapocalypse on different social medias

Youtube: “Oh. I wonder where Anti is. It’s been a long time. *video drops* OH NICE! I MISSED MY BUDDY. I wasn’t expecting this though. “

Instagram: “OH! Anti’s coming. Nice pictures. Can’t wait! “

Twitter: “Fuck! People on Tumblr have been telling us things… Twitter bios… Tags… Location. WHAT! “

Tumblr: “DON’T YOU ALL FEEL OUR PAIN? THAT FUCKING LIGHT IS DIFFERENT. HIS NECK IS ALL GREEN. WAS HE TALKING ABOUT CHASE? VIDEO TITLES. TAGS. ANTI FAN ART WITHOUT CAPTIONS. MORSE CODE. BIOS. ZALGO TEXT. THUMBNAILS. YOUTUBE TAGS. THEORIES. GOOD DOCTAH. CHASE. JACKIEBOY MAN. MARVIN. GLITCH BITCH. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? *NO SLEEP FOR A WEEK* “

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Jack: “ That’s it. I’m not actually dead! Antisepticeye did not kill me. “

Youtube: “ Phew. I was already a bit worried”

Instagram: “ Nice new D.VA hoodie! “

Twitter: “Hhmmm… His Twitter banner hasn’t changed. “

Tumblr:

@chase-brody-protection-squad @hufflepufftrax @marielgum @therealjacksepticeye @viostormcaller @katielovesyoutubers35

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Peter cancels his date night with the reader for "stark internship" but forgets to tell her so she turns up at his flat and May's fuming that Peter did that to the reader so she's like "you like Thai food? I'm taking you out for Thai food, we can complain about my useless nephew together" and they have a girls night because they don't need no men to have fun

You bit your lip to contain your excitement as you stood waiting in front of the door to the Parkers’ apartment. It was yours and Peter’s monthly date night, and you were going out together to see a new superhero movie you’d been waiting on for months.

“(Y/N)!” May Parker sounded surprised as she opened the door and saw you, confusing you slightly.

“Hi May! Is Peter ready?”

The older woman bit her lip, sighing.

“Peter was called in to work, for his Stark internship. He rushed off, but he said he’d told you that he’d have to cancel tonight.”

Your lips parted slightly, and you tried not to look too upset in front of your boyfriend’s aunt.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “He…he didn’t tell me.”

May was furious; you were the nicest girl she could think of for her nephew, she saw you as another member of the family, and she couldn’t believe that Peter would let you down like that and not even tell you.

“I’ll just go,” you were saying sadly, wiping your eyes and starting to walk away down the hallway.

“(Y/N) wait!” May called, stepping out of the door. You turned to face her, desperately hoping that she couldn’t see the tears in your eyes.

“Yeah?”

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair.

“Do you like Thai food? I’m not happy with my nephew ruining your night, so we could order food in if you like? Girls movie night?”

You smiled softly, wiping your eyes clumsily. “I’d like that,” you replied quietly. She grinned, holding her arm out to you and leading you back into the apartment.

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It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and Peter was exhausted. Every bone, every muscle in his body ached and screamed in protest as he clumsily scaled the outside of his apartment building. He had expected to enter his bedroom to find a silent, sleepy flat, but he could dimly hear a movie playing in the living room, and two familiar laughs.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, suddenly realising what he had, or hadn’t, done that night. “Shit.”

He crept over to his bedroom door, trying to eavesdrop through the doorframe.

“…I know how important this internship is to him,” he heard you saying. “I’m so proud of him for getting it, but I never realised it would take him away from me so much.”

He felt his heart breaking in his chest; he thought that by keeping his true identity and job from you, he was protecting you. He hadn’t considered that you would feel as though he was putting his job above his relationship with you.

Realising that he couldn’t walk into the living room all of a sudden when you and May thought he was at Stark Tower, he picked his phone up off of his bedside table and began to type a text.

You were almost crying with laughter at one of May’s corny jokes when you noticed your phone screen lighting up beside you. May raised her eyebrows slightly, staying silent as you read the text from Peter.

Message from Peter P 😘❤️:
Hey beautiful. I’m so sorry about tonight, Mr Stark didn’t give me time to do anything but run out to his car. I promise you’re worth so much more to me than this internship or anything in the world, I love you so much. I’m sorry for being the world’s worst boyfriend. I love you (Y/N) xxxx

You smiled softly, your lips moving silently as you reread the text.

“Is that him?” May asked casually, folding her legs beneath her on the sofa. You nodded.

“He’s sorry. He says he’s the worst boyfriend in the world,” you added with a chuckle. “He isn’t, he could never be. I hope he knows that.”

Peter smiled slightly to himself, running a hand through his messy hair and replacing his phone on his bedside table. Maybe he wasn’t quite the worst boyfriend in the world, but he promised himself that after tonight he would be the best.

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Heartbreak Insurance

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lurkeymclurker  asked:

What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?

Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.

.

Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.

Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)

She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.” 

She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”

Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”

The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.

Mothma drew her hand away. 

He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.

“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone. 

Cassian went back to sleep.

.

(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—

But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—

I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…

Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.

When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)

.

Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water. 

It was quiet.

He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.

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Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon. 

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long. 


Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me… that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on! 


Where do I begin? Um… Let’s recap shall we? 

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. 

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem. 

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either. 

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already. 

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay  

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life. 

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are. 

Okay, moving on from Slytherin. 

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds. 

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Nurseydex - Nurse is mad someone hit on Dex.

“This is weird.”

“It’s not that weird, bro.”

“No, but Holtz, it’s weird.”

“Rans, I’ve been telling you for years, you’ve been undervaluing his hotness.”

And Nursey cannot believe that this is his life right now: sitting in a steamy bar off of Myrtle Beach watching his Not Boyfriend get chatted up by a hella cute couple at the bar where he was supposed to be ordering the team drinks. Oh, and also listening to Ransom and Holster debate his hotness.

“Slow down there, pal, I’m not saying Dex isn’t hot – but get picked up by couple DTF hot??? I don’t know bro.”

“Well, buddy, the proof’s in front of your eyes,” Holster says gesturing to the tableau before them.

And there’s no denying it. The couple, they’re clearly into Dex. One – bikini-clad, petite, curvaceous – leans forward to place a hand on Dex’s arm. Whatever she says as she does draws one of Dex’s shy laughs. Her partner – chiseled, with a jawline to kill, and lips that draw the eye – smiles and comes in closer, making the bubble around the three of that much smaller.

“You underestimate the appeal of his wholesomeness,” Holster continues.

“And his competence!” Bitty plops down onto Holster’s lap, clearly enjoying his latest margarita. “Watching that boy work with his hands…” Bitty trails off on a hum.

“Do I need to be worried?” 

“Jack Laurent,” and if the ooey gooey heart-eyes that Bitty bats up at Jack don’t clear that up, his tone certainly does. 

And now there’s an echo chamber of love and relational confidence that has Nursey pushing away from the crowded table to go find somewhere he can breathe. 

A hand tugs at the flannel he’d thrown on as they’d left the beach to prowl for food and booze before he can get too far away from the table. 

Let no man ever say that Chris Chow is not the kindest of bros. 

“I’m good, Chow, just – the crowd you know.” 

The complicated tumble of emotions on Chowder’s face tells Nursey that he knows just what a load of bullshit that is and exactly what it really is but is also going to respect Nursey’s decision not to deal with that right now even though he strongly disagrees. And that’s what makes Chowder the best: concern, compassion, respect. 

Nursey pushes his way through the crowd and finally makes it outside. The night air is cool now, the balmy ocean breeze strong along the pier. The stores and restaurants are too bright for all but the brightest stars to shine through. But the moon – the moon is full and low and –


drifted behind wispy clouds in the soft warmth of late May. 

Nursey looked for the Sea of Tranquility, prayed that he’d breath enough of that peace in not to somehow ruin this moment.

Dex had agreed to let Nursey use his truck to move his things from the dorm to the Haus if Nursey agreed to help Dex move his things, too. The answer to that was a no-brainer: if Dex was voluntarily requesting his time, he’d be there. 

So they’d spent the day moving their things. Nursey, much to his own surprise, was the lighter packer. His notebooks, poetry anthologies, essay collections and clothes had nothing on the veritable museum’s worth of technology that they hauled out of Dex’s dorm (“It’s all stuff I had to salvage and repair myself, man.”) 

They’d gotten it all into the Haus, but the atmosphere had been heavy with the seniors’ anxiety and nostalgia as they started packing up for the last time and planning a reunion trip for late July.

Dex had only to look his way before they were both moving, heading out to the truck, and then driving out to their spot (Nursey was still confused about how he’d managed to somehow have a Spot with a guy who he wasn’t even sure considered him a friend, but, well) – the grassy expanse just outside of campus where you could almost forget that there was school and hockey and phone calls and family beyond it.

Without words, they’d unrolled Nursey’s reading quilt (“it’s not for picnics, bro”) in the truck bed and both lain down. They hadn’t done it in a while, but it hadn’t lost its familiarity. Or its ability comfort.

It was something Nursey had come to miss, and so he wasn’t going to blow it. He was going to channel Tranquility and just breathe.

“I don’t hate you, you know?”

That’s interesting because, “Going into an overnight vigil over our toss and then avoiding me for a couple months really gets that point across.”

“Nurse –”

“No, it really makes a guy trust that all the work invested in –”

“Nursey –”

“Into actually communicating with you, and getting to know you, and letting you know me –”

“Derek! I like you.

He stopped, glaring at Derek from where he’d pushed himself against one wall of the truck bed.

“Like, I have this weird crush thing that is totally not your issue to deal with but also not a reason we shouldn’t be friends and I’m sorry for being a jerk about it but – yeah.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“That’s it? What am I saying - you’re probably used to this or some shit.”

“Uh, no. Unless you mean being the one having the weird-crush-thing, in which case, yeah. That happens.”

“Oh. Ok. So what do you usually do about it?”

“Well, to be honest, they’re not usually mutual.”

“Quit bullshitting me.”

“Will –”

“Shit, sorry.” Because they’d laid out ground rules, back when they’d realized they might actually be driving Chowder to ulcers, about how they had to to engage. They weren’t allowed to disbelieve the other based on a faulty preconception.

“I’m serious. So, this is a bit new for me.”

“This is – wait. You’re saying – you mean this weird crush thing in particular is mutual.”

“Yeah.”

“Derek –”

“Give me your hand. I’ll show you.”


But that had been before they left for the summer. Before Nursey had flown off halfway around the world to spend actual time with his moms. Before Dex had gotten busy with his Google internship.

They’d kept in touch, kind of, if sporadic texts and the group chat counted. Time differences and project deadlines mattered though. Maybe too much time had passed. Maybe what they’d had in May had finally given Dex the confidence to –

“Hey,” the voice is deep and warm. The calloused hand that’s pressed to Nursey’s chest beneath the open panels of his flannel is so very welcome.

Nursey’s heart begins to pound underneath the weight of it. 

He opens his eyes to watch Will’s face. Will’s caramel eyes are watching his hand, seemingly shocked that his touch could make Nursey react like this.

“Hey.”

“You okay? You disappeared.”

Nursey attempts a smile but stops when it only makes Will frown and shrugs instead. It jostles Will’s hand, but he just settles it at Nursey’s hip instead.

“You seemed a bit busy is all.”

“The couple at the bar, right? That was weird!” Will’s face goes red about the cheeks. “I didn’t even realize they wanted, um, to, uh, well, what they wanted until a minute ago, and uh.”

“What’d you tell ‘em?” Will is here with his hands on Nursey’s skin. He’s pretty confident about what the gist of Will’s response must have been, but he can’t help wanting to know for sure.

“Well,” Will says, a quiet conviction settling over his shoulders in spite of his earlier embarassment, “that I just got into a relationship and hadn’t really had time to figure out if we were ready for that kind of exploration, and – to be honest – I’m probably too possessive an asshole to ever really want to share like that.”

“You can be an asshole.”

“Derek –”

“Do you call me that because no one else does?”

“Does it bother you?”

“No, I’m just trying to see if I can see it. The heretofore unmentioned possessive streak,” he explains at Will’s raised brow.

Will brings a hand up to cup Nursey’s jaw. He runs a thumb across Nursey’s bottom’s lip, gentle but proprietary. It sends a shiver down Nursey’s spine.

“Come here. I can show you.”

Alpha (Delta Sequel) Intro

Alpha: After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read that here first.) 

A/N: Sorry this took so long, y’all! I had so many technical difficulties *screeching* 

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Swearing. Graphic details of sex. Alpha Bucky doing alpha stuff. Choking, Biting kinks. Marking kink. Sub!Reader. Mentions of past pregnancies. Mention of past abuse. (If you’re uncomfortable with any of these things, keep scrolling.) 

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BTS: Reaction to their crush being mistaken as their girlfriend

•Jin: You two were walking through the super market, looking for snacks and sugary drinks for your movie night at the dorm. You came over every Saturday, unless they were on tour. You were reaching for an item high up, standing on your tip toes and stretching as much as you could. Your shirt started to lift and Jin panicked.“Are you trying to get other boys to look at you?” He grabbed the hem of your shirt and helped you hold it down. He was a little flustered. “Aish I can get it.” He held your hip with one hand and reached up to grab it-easily. You felt your heart flutter, and you looked back at him.

“My, what a cute couple.” An elderly lady said with a gentle smile. Jin looked at you panicked, and you just smiled in response, bumping your hip against his and giggling.

“Come on boyfriend, let’s get some ice cream.”

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•Yoongi: You were looking to buy a new piano since the destruction monster broke your last one. You asked Yoongi to help you out since he had a good eye when it came to pianos.“Sit, try this one out.” He pat the bench and sat on one side, sitting in front of a cherrywood piano. You sat next to him and slowly started playing to Yoongi’s “First Love,” it being your favorite.

“I just think I want a different color.” You said, not thinking about what your fingers were doing and just doing it.

“I think, this one will bring out your beautiful eyes-” he looked at you, shocked about what he said. He went to apologize but your fingers started to tap his, and it made you both panic.

“See we used to be as cute as that but now you won’t play with me anymore.” An elderly woman complained to her husband after seeing you and Yoongi play together. You both softly laughed and looked into each other’s eyes

.“She said we’re cute.” You whispered.

“I think that’s a sign.” He mumbled with a smirk.

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•Namjoon: You and Joonie were cooking together for Bangtan. You wanted to teach him since he was so bad at it. Slowly, he got closer and closer, and he nearly tipped you over. You closed your eyes tightly and prepared for the worst, holding your breath. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you quickly opened your eyes to see Namjoon’s face super close to your own.“Are you ok..?” He asked breathlessly. You grabbed onto his face with your sticky hands that smelled like garlic and giggled softly, nodding in response. He was leaning in slowly and you did nothing to stop it, you closed your eyes, expecting the kiss of your dreams.

“Is food almost-HYUNG! If you’re gonna make out with your girlfriend do it somewhere we can’t see!” An innocent Jungkook scolded and covered his eyes.

“whaT-” Namjoon loosened his arms and let you fall to the floor on your butt.

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•Hoseok: Today was Bangtan’s day off, so you all decided to go horseback riding. After a long riding session, Hoseok hopped off the horse you shared and grabbed your hand. “Come, I’ll help you down.” He smiled a very prince-like smile at you. You grabbed onto his shoulder and he held your waist gently but securely. You slowly slid off, landing in front of him. You two were very close and he got tense, seeing the love of his life so close. Looking into your eyes he began to lean in, and you didn’t stop him. This would’ve been the most romantc thing to happen to you, but you were interrupted by Taehyung.

“Hyung I didn’t know you were dating now!” He said with a dropped jaw, making both you and Hobi jump.

“Huh?!” You both shouted in unison.You pushed Hoseok back, looking down quickly after and covering your red cheeks.

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•Jimin: Wrapping his arm around your neck, he smiled charmingly as he looked at what you were pointing at. “You look like that.” You pointed to the monkey in the cage with the big red butt.

“What?!” Jimin looked at you surprised and scoffed. He thought for a few seconds, huffing and pouting. “Well… well at least I don’t look like a. Like a fish.” He said aggressively. “With those, kissable lips…” he looked down at your lips, and as soon as you snapped your head up at him, he gulped and looked into your eyes.

“Chim..?” You felt yourself turning red.

“Mommy yucky are they gonna kiss?” A little bit asked behind you. You felt embarrassed and looked down quickly. Jimin smiled and bit his lip, tightening his grip around you.

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•Taehyung: Tae decided to take you out after a long day of him practicing and you studying. As best friends, you’d occasionally do stuff like this for each other. Dinner, the movies, now a walk in the park. “Let’s play truth or dare.” He said with a mischievous smile.

“Ok then,” you were always down for that. “Truth or dare?” You asked him while sipping on your iced coffee.

“Truth.”

“Tell me who your crush is.” You said with no hesitation.“Aish (Y/n) not that again…” he smiled. “Truth or dare?” He asked. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“Dare.” You responded.

“Kiss me.” His sudden request nearly made you choke. You looked up at him, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. But instead, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. He quickly pecked your lips, making you jump a bit. You heard a gasp behind you.

“Oh my god when did you two start dating?” A random Jhope appeared with 5 other boys behind him.

“Just now.” Tae said while hugging you and smiling big.

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•Jungkook: Not to long ago BigHit invited you to be a part of Bangtan’s new MV, since you were drop dead gorgeous and a good actress. You were the girl they’d all be gawking over. Jungkook however had the hardest time. He was weird with girls, but his crush was a-whole-nother thing. He was the one to end up with the girl-you-and in the end of the MV he was scripted to make it look like he was kissing you. You didn’t mind, him being your best friend and your crush. And the way he got all shy made you feel confident. The MV was released, and all the comments said, “Jungkook and (Y/n)! I knew they were dating!” Or “I saw this happening.” Jungkook barged into your house when you were sleeping. You felt a heavy weight on you and groaned loudly.

“Because of you everyone thinks we’re dating!” He said loudly, making you whine.

“What’s the big deal..? You like me anyway.” You mumbled tiredly and rolled on your side.

“Well..! You like me too!” He argued, staring at you with eyes filled with disbelief.

“Hush and sleep with me…” you pulled him down next to you and hugged your arms around him tightly. 

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Mob Boss

Summary: You’re new to Brooklyn and meet the infamous James Barnes, but you don’t know his story yet.


James Barnes

That name pulled two types of reactions from everyone in Brooklyn: fear or lust. He was infamously known as New York’s top mobster. Always sporting a leather jacket and some fancy boots, he was never mistaken for another civilian in his city. The women loved him and the men feared his presence. He was not one to be messed with. 

But of course, you didn’t know that. You had moved to Brooklyn exactly a week ago and hadn’t had time to explore your neighbourhood because of unpacking and calling your friends and family back home to let them know you were okay. The sun set in about an hour and you figured you’d use the rest of the daylight to walk around and see what hidden gems awaited. 

As the sky got darker, you opted to duck your head into the small coffee shop across your apartment complex. It was small, family owned, and smelled like baked goods. You walked to the front and ordered a small cup of coffee, making chit-chat with the owner and introduced yourself. You turned around, maybe a little too quickly, and heard a deep voice hiss. 

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry,” you said when you noticed hot coffee had spilled onto the stranger you had bumped into. He looked angry and was about to yell at you, especially after having a hard day, but his facial features softened when he looked at you. “I’ll buy you a new cup, does that sound good? And a new shirt. Or an entire wardrobe. God, I’m sorry,” you said as you fetched for napkins. 

Bucky laughed watched as you fretted over the stain, patting his chest with the napkins. To get you to stop moving, Bucky placed his hands on your and lowered them. 

“It’s okay. I’m still alive, see?” he said, gesturing at himself. 

You nodded and offered him a small smile. “Again, I’m really sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, right?” You were about to respond when you heard your name called, signalling your coffee was ready. 

“That’s my cue,” you said. “Sorry.” You fetched the coffee and gave the stranger a nod before heading out once again. 

Steve, Bucky’s best friend, had watched the entire event unfold, as well as other Brooklyn residents. To say the least, they were all shocked at how calm Bucky had been and how nice he was towards you. Steve knew that no matter who, girl or boy, he’d yell his heart out in an instant. 

“That was something else,” Steve said as Bucky returned from ordering his coffee. 

“Yeah she is,” Bucky breathed. 

“That wasn’t what I was - yeah, okay,” Steve said when he noticed Bucky was staring at the door, not bothering to pay attention to him.


The next few days were spent buying groceries and last minute items for your apartment. You had been out particularly late and realised the bus wasn’t coming any time soon, so you braved the fifteen minute walk in the dark. 

You had, for the most part, gotten back to your neighbourhood pretty safely until you needed to cross an alleyway.

“Hey, pretty thing,” one man said as he approached you. You ignored him and kept on walking. “Don’t ignore me!” he yelled as he grabbed your upper arm and forced you to look at him.

“Get off of me!” you yelled back, trying to pry yourself away from him. His grip became tighter and you began to hit him with the purse you were carrying, but another man came from behind and grabbed your arm, pinning it behind you. 

“I love the ones who can get rough,” he whispered into your ear. You yelled and called for help, stomping on the man’s foot. He released you from his grasp, but you didn’t get very far. The man who had first grabbed you then held onto you. 

“Let go!” you yelled, fighting tooth and nail to escape. 

“Get off of her,” you heard a voice say with no tolerance. You glanced at the direction of the voice and saw the same man who you spilled coffee on a week earlier. 

“B-Bucky, we were just having a little fun, weren’t we?” one of the guys asked timidly, looking at you. 

“Let go of her now,” he demanded, “or else you’ll never know what hit you.” Another man beside Bucky, the blond, cracked his knuckles and the men who held you fled away. You panted and leaned against the wall to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay, doll?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Really shaken up.” Bucky’s eyes fell and reached his arms out to hold you in an embrace. You didn’t object and let your body fall limp against his. “You never think it’ll happen to you until it does,” you whispered, trying to control the emotions threatening to escape. The man stroked your back until your breathing had returned to normal. You both pulled away when someone coughed. 

“Are you going to introduce me, Buck?” he asked. Bucky leaned away. 

“Oh, uh, Steve this is - wait, I don’t even know your name,” Bucky said, dumbfounded. 

“Y/N,” you said, reaching your hand out to shake Steve’s hand. Steve was a bit taken back. He knew everyone in this city was too afraid to be upfront with him, but he shook your hand anyway, figuring you might be new. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m James,” he said, “but I go by Bucky.” Steve raised his eyebrow. The only people who could call him Bucky was him and his family. 

“Do you have a preference?” you asked. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he breathed. 

“Bucky is it. Would you me so kind as to walk me home?” you asked, feeling a little discouraged after the incident you had just encountered. 

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.” 

The three of you walked towards your apartment and began to chat. Steve hadn’t dared to bring up their reputation and Bucky feared that Steve might slip up. 

“Are you new to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked. 

“I moved here about a week and a half ago from California.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“I needed a change. I was told I’d always be stuck in that small town, but I proved everyone wrong and moved out.” 

Bucky grinned. “You sure did, doll.”

“What I do with my life now is kind of a blur, but I have time to figure that out.” 

“I hope I can be part of that journey, said Bucky. 

You turned and grinned. “Oh, I think you will be.”



Tag list: @wildefire, @amazonprincess-diana, @whiskeyandmarvel, @wavexrippler, @nadtandy.

Time For Something New

SPN FanFic

~Moving in with Sam has a few conditions.~

Sam x Reader, Dean

1,595 Words

Warnings: Nothing but the Fluff. Romantic Sammy stuffs, silly Dean.

A/N: I wrote this based on a convo with @because-imma-lady-assface​ and then forgot about it, and then she yelled at me to post it today. so… here we are.

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

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“Well, I think that works,” you said aloud to yourself, using your hip and way too much force to shut the overstuffed dresser drawer.

“Did you leave any space for me?”

Sam stood in the doorway with a cardboard box filled to the brim with your personal belongings. He laughed as he watched you struggle with the dresser and set the box down on the bed.

“Did I leave space for your nine flannels and three pair of jeans?” you teased. “Yeah, I think you’re good.”

“What about my t-shirts?” He gave you a smile and started digging through the box, lifting up random things and shaking his head at the girly stuff he couldn’t name.

“Oh, those are mine now, so they’re in a communal drawer.”

“Yours?”

You slid up beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Yup. Once you move in with your girlfriend, your tees and boxers and whatnots all become hers too. That’s like, rule number one.”

He spun in your arms until he was flush against you and laughed, “Is that so? I didn’t know there were rules to this.”

“Oh, there are many.” You bit your lip and shot him a sexy grin, earning yourself a tight squeeze and a quick kiss.

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hurricanesunny  asked:

//downs entire cup of coffee ok. ok so uh. au where jeremy is a movie (movie!) actor who just landed his first major break as the male lead in a romcom with fellow co-star christine canigula, part-time actress, part-time broadway star, fulltime america's sweetheart. hollywood LOVES jeremiah heere, even if he's a lil overwhelmed by the sudden red carpets and paparazzi swarms. chloe works as head makeup stylist, brooke is in the costuming department, (CONT)

sfhdkjJJSFHSDHFDSHHHH DAMN SUNNY BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE INCREDIBLE AUS IM GONNA YEET

  • i CANNOT BELIEVE michael mell does not know who jeremy heere Is because everybody knows who he is. the hype for the movie (which is named Play Rehearsal because why the fuck not) is A Lot and jeremy gains a dedicated fanbase who watches every episode of an obscure tv show he’s been in, digs up shots of him doing various theatre productions through college, and one (1) shaky hand camera video of jeremy dressed a door in a pre-school play. jeremy is charming and kind and just the perfect amount of shy that makes people fall in love. when he gets signed on for the movie, everybody goes nuts.
  • jeremy is really fucking happy because here he is!! filming a movie!! (MOVIE!!) with christine canigula (CHRISTINE!!). he really is an incredible actor and he and christine have fantastic comedic and romantic chemistry. he loves acting and he loves his job and usual stress/doubts aside, he’s loving working on this film
  • but also ACK the attention is really overwhelming. logically, he knows that it comes with the job, but he went from basically a nobody to Rising Star. jeremy blended in seamlessly throughout his childhood, almost a professional at being a background character you overlook, and now. he’s getting recognized when he goes out to do groceries. he loves his fans so much!!! but also it’s rather nervewracking!! he didnt think he’d start fantasizing about days where he could go out and not get noticed, but here he is. he just wants a donut.
  • when he brings this up to chloe, she tosses him a pair of sunglasses. brooke takes those sunglasses and gives him a pair of much cheaper much less inconspicuous Not Designer sunglasses. jeremy gets the concept and digs out an old faded hoodie from high school and a cap (because he’s watched the scene in ca:tws. it’s incognito time) and makes that his Going Out And God I Hope Nobody Notices Me outfit. despite making it look like an idiot, it actually works. 
  • until michael mell, the dude who doesn’t know who jeremy heere is cuz his media consumption is stuck several years back and even if he was watching movies from the present, isnt the type to give any fuck over hollywood/actor buzz. he’s just a guy who’s lost on the streets somewhere in los angeles and he’s never gonna make it to—oh nvm yo dude can i have some directions
  • it has been SO LONG since somebody’s looked at jeremy and just kinda looked at him like a normal dude. no eye widening. no asking for a picture. this guy just flashes a bright smile that’s totally movie worthy, thanks jeremy, and leaves.
  • thatd be the end of that but they just keep meeting. 
  • jeremy gets a coffee? oh hey it’s lost guy! (this is where michael introduces himself to jeremy. he’s a programmer and he’s a bit new around here and when michael shakes his hand jeremy swears he understands that bit in the script of Play Rehearsal about heartbeats and hitched breaths. jeremy introduces himself as jeremy. jeremy heere. he waits for the pin to drop, for the recognition to come, but it doesnt. michael just quirks an eyebrow and says, “alright then, james bond.”)
  • (they share a table at the coffee shop and end up talking for the entire afternoon)
  • 3am and jeremy’s at the corner store because Snacks and oh god hey it’s michael with a basket full or energy drinks oh god, what are you DOING. they criticize each other’s 3am food choices and it’s so much fun. the cashier stares at jeremy (Jeremy Heere) a little awestruck, but doesnt say anything. michael doesnt notice.
  • they finally exchange numbers when michael literally fucking runs into jeremy while theyre on location for filming and STILL. NOTHING. jeremy doesnt mind anymore and is just happy he’s got a friend who doesnt know or care about celebrity shit.
  • but then of course you cant get out scot free 100% of the time. paparazzi gets a shot of jeremy, in costume, looking dashing, the perfect romcom lead, laughing and smiling at an Unknown Man.

(”He isn’t my boyfriend, oh my god,” Jeremy says into his hands. “I literally just met Michael a few weeks ago. We’re friends. He’s really nice.”

“And you’re telling me,” Jenna says very slowly. “That he has no idea who you are?”

“I mean, he knows I’m Jeremy Heere but he doesn’t know I’m Jeremy Heere.“ Jeremy’s life is so surreal that that sentence can make sense. 

“Was he living under a rock?” Rich asks, disbelieving.

“Under a Gamecube, probably, I don’t know.”)

  • idk how long i wanna push michael not knowing but my point is that jeremy Really Likes michael and totally doesnt wanna scare him off. the jeremy michael knows is nerdy jeremy who likes video games and not celebrity jeremy who makes people swoon with perfect smiles. 
  • so jeremy doesnt Tell him. and michael says just figures that jeremy likes hanging out at really weird times and loves hoodies and caps and sunglasses and always looks over his shoulder because of his anxiety. oh the fun these two will have…

SECRECY!! JEREMY PINING BECAUSE HE FEELS THAT MAYBE HE MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO DATE MICHAEL IF HE’S A CELEBRITY TYPECAST FOR ROMANCES!!! POSSIBLE MEDIA SHITSTORMS!!! MICHAEL MELL THE CLUELESS PROGRAMMER!!!

THE POSSIBILITIES FOR THIS ARE ENDLESS BUT I NEED TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW BC THIS IS TOO LONG. FUCK. THANKS FOR THIS AU WHICH WILL NOW HAUNT ME

Already Spoken For

Originally posted by thistie

Fandom: Kingsman

Characters: Eggsy Unwin, Harry Hart

Pairing: Harry Hart X Reader

Notes/Warnings: -

Word count: 775

Request: I would love one where the reader is in a relationship with Harry but is younger than him, and when Eggsy first meets her he takes a liking to her and after a lot of flirting asks her on a date, not realizing that she is with Harry. Of course, Harry is none too impressed and expresses his unhappiness as well as the fact that the reader is taken.

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Emotions in Russian! :з

different ways to express your feelings as a Russian person
Part 1 :3

This evening is so slow and cozy. I’m going to buy new stationary and books for an upcoming semester soon. So wait for some new posts with studyspo :з

О, Боже мой! - Oh, my God!

Какая удача! - What a good chance!

У меня нет слов! - I don’t know what to say!

Черт возьми! - Oh, damn!

Увы! - Alas!

Действительно? В самом деле? Реально? -  Really?

Обидно! Как жаль! - What a pity!  

Невероятно! Невозможно! Не может быть! Не могу в это поверить! - I can’t believe it!  

Надеюсь -  I hope so

Мне плохо. Мне нехорошо. Я не в порядке - I feel bad. I’m not okay

Я в порядке - I feel good. I am okay

Наоборот! - Vice versa! Just the opposite!

Ничего подобного! Всё не так! - Not a bit! Nothing of the kind!

Все в порядке. Все хорошо -  Everything is okay.

Ни за что! Ни в коем случае! - No way!

С удовольствием - With pleasure.

Это вас не касается. Это не ваше дело -  It is none of your business

Это чересчур! Это перебор! Это слишком! - That’s too much!

Замечательно! - Wonderful!

Мои чувства задеты. Меня это задело - My feelings are hurt

Мои надежды разбиты - My hopes are betrayed

Безусловно! - Absolutely!

Именно! - Exactly so!

Кто знает! - Who knows!

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Flashes (Part 3)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,012

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, it’s actually kind of optimistic???

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Reader has her first flash, and stumbles upon some intriguing information…

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✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. three )   ❜

       (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  let’s just say some brutal murders happened in there which would lends itself into being haunted.  ’
‘  give that baby a ball.  ’
‘  why is it only people who get murdered? why doesn’t someone who choked on a peanut get a ghost?  ’
‘  you know, people don’t like their stepmothers.  ’
‘  so you think like 90% of people who have stepmothers are like ‘aw, my stepmother… i’d love to bury an axe in her face.’  ’
‘  that is fucking awful.  ’
‘  that’s strange because, if your pa is laying there, his head turned into blood oatmeal, and you hear ma come in, you’re probably not just like, ‘oh, i wonder what she’s up to today.’ you’re probably like, ‘hey ma, you should probably come here.’ not just, ‘oh i wonder if she’s gonna go take a little nap.’  ’
‘  i’ve got a life-changing thing to tell you here.  ’
‘  we should probably give her a little holler.   ’
‘  i mean, maybe she’s just thinking back on the good old mutton days.  ’
‘  it reminds me of downton abbey a little bit. it’s very proper.  ’
‘  i feel like a little fancy little lord in this room.  ’
‘  i’m not doing this because i want to steal.  ’
‘  i’m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. i want them to be upset with me.  ’
‘  i stole from you, you hear me?!  ’
‘  cool….. that’s pretty… cool.  ’
‘  if people were already like, ‘we think you murdered them’ i’d be like, ‘fine, i guess i’ll spend their money.’  ’
‘  i’d like to see you put on a dress from that time period– that came out weird, i could’ve worded that better.  ’
‘  we’re sleeping here. we can’t even run away!  ’
‘  she’s gonna kill us tonight.  ’
‘  come on, buddy. times-a-tickin’. show up. murder us. be the first ghost to murder someone in history. we’ll get it on film. you’ll be famous.  ’
‘  just say something. you don’t have to get violent.  ’
‘  those are four pieces of circumstantial evidence that make him just as much of a suspect, in my mind.  ’
‘  both of them seem dubious as hell, that’s all i’m saying.  ’
‘ but you know me… i’m a fan of conspiracy theories.   ’
‘  i was gonna say this doesn’t seem that crazy to me.  ’
‘  wait, are we agreeing right now?  ’
‘  i’m not saying ghosts are real, i’m just saying.  ’
‘  can you imagine if you got sleep paralysis in this room?  ’
‘  why would you fucking say that right before we’re about to sleep?  ’
‘  dude, why would you say that? you know one of my greatest fears is a face staring at me through the window.  ’
‘  even if we get possessed tonight, we can have a nice brewski after.  ’
‘  well, i’m just trying to distract myself now.  ’
‘  the late 1800′s was peak ghost time. 90% of ghosts are from that era.  ’
‘  you never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like a flannel and ripped jeans or some shit like that.  ’
‘  they’re followed by doom.  ’
‘  they’re really just getting boned by fate now.  ’
‘  do you think because you believe in all of this stuff that you have a higher chance of being a ghost?  ’
‘  i’d be a pleasant ghost. i’d like pour people tea and stuff like that or i’d do chores around the house and i’d tip my hat and i’d tap dance out of the room.  ’
‘  right, doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me?  ’
‘  this is the sorrowful room. do you feel sorrowful in here?  ’
‘  i’m fine with not talking too much to he because she scares me.  ’
‘  i feel a little bit like i’m being watched, but i don’t mind it.  ’
‘  oh fuck, dude. i feel really weird all the sudden.  ’
‘  i don’t feel particularly strange, it’s just not a great chair.  ’
‘  now that’s just rude.  ’
‘  it’s kinda just a dick thing to do.  ’
‘  how do you arrest a ghost? you can’t.  ’
‘  you better watch out or the ghost of yankee jim will give you some taffy. some folks say they hear him playing a jolly little kazoo tune in the middle of the night.  ’
‘  he’s not a ghost. that’s not a spooky enough name.  ’
‘  if i were him, i’d haunt this place.  ’
‘  let’s do it before i change my mind. let’s just do it.  ’
‘  watch your language!  ’
‘  well, you’re not a man of your word.  ’
‘  it’s a nice sunset. enjoy it, it’s the last one you’re ever gonna see.  ’
‘  you don’t think ‘the grey ghost’ is a pretty cool nickname?  ’
‘  right, yeah, it’s a haunted ziplock bag.  ’
‘  before that toothpaste hit the floor, i didn’t believe in ghosts. i thought this was all b.s.  ’
‘  i swore i’d never return, but here i sit, like a freakin’ idiot.  ’
‘  who stores laundry detergent in a gin bottle, though?  ’
‘  by the way, i have a bottle of whiskey in my room if you wanna go drink it.  ’
‘  that just fucking cut through that thing like a hot butter patty.  ’
‘  ‘ugh’? that’s all you gotta say about that?  ’
‘  boats are tough, ya’know? it’s not an easy life, the boat life..  ’
‘  are you scared right now?  ’
‘  you’re not fucking scared right now?  ’
‘  could it have been my imagination? of course. could it have been a spirit? well, maybe.  ’
‘  i just think it’s embarrassing for them to drown in a pool… on a boat.  ’
‘  it looks like it’d be pretty easy to get crushed to death here.  ’
‘  a little seamen lubrication, huh? c’mon, that was funny.  ’
‘  do i feel strange right here? yep, i don’t like it.  ’
‘  okay, now i’m starting to get scared again.  ’
‘  you’re really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  i have a feeling i’m really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  you’re gonna lose your mind.  ’
‘  they laughed and told me i was an idiot to my face.  ’
‘  i don’t think we’ve ever attempted something more idiotic than this.  ’
‘  did you just fart? you piece of shit.  ’
‘  oh crap, i’m starting to psych myself out again.  ’
‘  i don’t know what you did. i’m angry again.  ’
‘  what the fuck? it’s morning.  ’
‘  she’s a beaut. you’re a beautiful lady. i love your bones.  ’
‘  alright, approach it with an open mind. let’s get started.  ’
‘  so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions who were meeting down by the train tracks?  ’
’  28% of people believe in the existence of a new world order.  ’
‘  28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.  ’
‘  well, i don’t have any scientific polls for that, so…  ’
‘  i’m just sayin’ people are dumb!  ’
‘  that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?  ’
‘  oh, i can’t wait for that parade of other ‘experts’ you’ve got lined up.  ’
‘  4% believe that lizard people control our societies.  ’
‘  xeroxing is not how cloning works!  ’
‘  what are you, a clone expert now?  ’
‘  i don’t believe you. i’ll fucken look it up right now.  ’
‘  he looks like he just pooped his pants.  ’
‘  the name of their child, blue ivy, has been interpreted to stand for ‘born living under evil illuminati’s very youngest.’  ’
‘  so this has just moved to… like, frat-level hazing?  ’
‘  i am not in the illuminati, she is not in the illuminati… you may be.  ’
‘  by the way, if the illuminati is a real thing, the fact that they have a public relations director… fucking amazing, right?  ’
‘  i’m not saying that there’s lizard people– ah, fuck, i guess that is what i’m saying.  ’
‘  what the hell are you talking about? you’re making this all up.  ’
‘  what the fuck are we doing here?  ’
‘  get our little detectives hat out.  ’
‘  is this all in our mind?  ’
‘  this could be the most elaborate delusion of all.  ’
‘  these are true crime serial killer trading cards.  ’

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❧ c.vn | the tag

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.

“Yeah.”

Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 


“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.


After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”

“Huh?”

“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”


Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 


I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.

“Hey.”

“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”


“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

Malec Goodies Part 1

This was supposed to be longer but anyway.

Here it is!

A collection of Malec Writing Goodies. My Malec fanfic rec. Well written fics with amazing writers.

As always, if you know the author and want to give me a hand, please tag them :)

A Fated Pair (Omegaverse) by @katychan666

Series about Alpha!Alec x Omega!Magnus…. 

A good kind of drug by  @imjustoutofideas

After getting a minor surgery, Alec is a little bit ‘high’ from the morphine he was given as pain relief. Fluff ensues.

A Pirate’s Life For Me by @lecrit 

Note: All the love you need and want between your favorite OTP, where one is a prince and the other one is a pirate. There’s a lot of angst, maybe a few tears, you can be sure of that but it’s oh so worth it, fluff and shameless innuendos.

A World Uncertain by @broodingalec 

The overwhelming passage of time has been a topic of avoidance between Alec and Magnus ever since the two started dating. With their lives so fragile and unpredictable under the threat of Valentine, they have managed to leave the concept in the back of their minds for a later date, hopefully somewhere in the far future.

This method of coping is pushed even further in the wake of Sebastian, Valentine’s son and Clary’s brother, taking a new and increasingly cruel step into their lives. The threats that are piling up against them seem to be rising to nearly insurmountable heights, but under the pressure of it all, the idea of the future that would come in the aftermath of success is beginning to haunt Alec’s dreams at night just as often.

Aftermath by @battlemagnus

It used to be that Alec always fit securely inside a neat little box inside Magnus’s head. He was a Shadowhunter, yes, but he was… he was Alec. He was a protector.

And my heart is set on you by  @lightwoodlesbians

Or the, 'we’re putting on a fund-raising play to save our old drama department’ au (ft. bonus: 'we had a thing in high school but i haven’t seen you in years and oh god you’re even more attractive than i remember’)

Aren’t You Cold? By lethargical

Alec dislikes the Winter. A lot. So when his apartment’s heating stops working, he decides to ask his neighbour for help, little did he know his neighbour was glittery and oddly familiar…

August by @glambertal

“What was your first time like?”

Magnus looked up at him slowly, one eyebrow arched curiously. “Why?”

Alec shrugged as if he weren’t mortified. “Just wondering. You don’t have to answer.”

Magnus just hummed and bookmarked his page, setting the book down. “It wasn’t nearly as good as yours, if that’s what you mean.”

Bang Me Like Your Drum by hckycrzy07

Magnus Bane is a pre-med student at NYU just trying to graduate. He’s stressed enough and could do without his friends pestering him about his boyfriend. It’s not that he’s embarrassed or closeted or something. He just wants to keep his boyfriend to himself, thank you very much. Now, if he could just get his friends to understand that, his life would be a whole lot easier.

or Magnus has a secret boyfriend that all of his friends have been dying to meet but Magnus just keeps refusing.

Big days and fragile nerves by @katwriting

It’s the day that Alec is supposed to become the official Head of the Institute and he is a tiny bit nervous.

“Nervous?”, Magnus said softly.
Alec let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “You have no idea.”
Magnus sighed. “Oh, Alexander. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, sure”, Alec scoffed, running one of his arms up Magnus’s side and cupping his cheek with his hand, “only every single shadowhunter in New York waiting for me to screw up.”

But some of us are looking at the stars by @lecrit

There aren’t many things that Alec loves as much as he loves the stars.
Most nights, he just likes to sit on his balcony and watch the eerie darkness drape over the sky and the silver glow of the moon, surrounded by the stars shaping constellations he knows by heart.

This is a special night for him and his son. The only night in the year Alec lets Max stay up after midnight, so they can watch Perseids meteor shower together on the rooftop of their building.

Alec doesn’t expect to find out they weren’t the only ones to get the idea.

Build your hopes up like a tower by alecsmagnus

They thought he never heard them.

But he always did.

Burnt by redappleblossom

The rest of the scene that Magnus deserved at the end of episode 12.

But In the Morning We Rise by @alittlebriton

“Mmmkay,” Magnus sighs without opening his eyes and shifts to allow Alec more access. “You can wake up the rest of me if you want.”

Alec knows he doesn’t mean it quite the way his brain interprets it - he just means he can keep up the kissing - but his brain leaps ahead and makes him flush, his body getting warmer. But why shouldn’t he? Magnus was his boyfriend; he was naked in bed with him. He could definitely wake up the whole of Magnus if he wanted. Just because he hasn’t done it before didn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea. 

Set before Episode 9 Bound By Blood - Alec wakes Magnus up in new ways.

Closed Doors Don’t Lie by @actuallyredorchid

When the summoning of the Memory Demon reveals that it’s not only Clary’s memories that have been meddled with, Alec finds himself being pushed off the path set out for him and onto a different one.

Communication by NotEvenThat

It didn’t matter if Alec hadn’t meant to upset him. Ragnor was dead. Valentine was back. The Clave wanted to document Downworlders, like they were cattle. Magnus was breaking down and he needed Alexander to leave before he really lost it.

Or how I think the Malec fight will go in 2B.

Communication Is Key by LS_5Ever

Everything was going great for Alec and Magnus. Alec no longer cares what Maryse thinks, and apart from Jace and Izzy’s constant teasing, he couldn’t be happier. Then, all goes downhill when, after a great day, Magnus starts ignoring him. What did he do wrong? If only Magnus would tell him, he could try to make it better.

Or the one where Magnus thinks Alec is cheating on him but in reality he’s not, but Magnus doesn’t know that because the two of them don’t communicate enough.

This will only be about 5 chapters unless I feel like expanding the story a bit.

Count to Ten and Breathe by @baneismyexistence

This is just a little drabble that came to me after watching 2.12.

Dancing in the Devil’s shoes by @marieruby 

His legs are not working. No matter how much he tries, the swirling mess in his head makes it impossible to walk anywhere, take any action. It’s the last couple of days all over again. He wants to cry but the tears are dry. He wants to scream but his voice is gone.

His voice is gone.

——-
The aftermath of 2x11 and the consequences of the bodyswap for Magnus.

Everything’s Embarrassing by @rosegoldhell

Magnus is a single father. Alec is a 4th grade teacher.
Both men are scared of relationships, but secretly crave to have something more one day, life just keeps getting in the way.
But their plans of living single lonely lives doesn’t last for long, when Rafael and Madzie Bane decide to play Matchmaker.

Explosive, Corrosive (Self-Preservation) by  GideonGraystairs (TrxyesSivan)

This was how they worked; angry in different ways, but always at the same time.

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You Are Her Happy Place.

Based on this imagine:

Characters: Dean x Reader, Rowena, Sam 

Summary: A witch put a spell on Y/N knocking her out. Rowena is called to help undo. She ends up seeing Y/N’s dream world. 

Warnings: Language, Sickeningly adorable married life haha 

A/N: I am so happy you guys like this imagine, and so excited that so many people requested a one shot based off of it. I hope you all like it! 

Feel free to submit requests for a one shot and/or imagine. If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. Or as always you can just drop in to say hey. I love hearing from you guys. 


You hit the ground with a resounding thud. Whatever kind of spell that witch just put on you had knocked you out cold on the spot. When you split off from the boys, you had thought you got the drop on her. Turns out, you were the one to get dropped. The witch just stood and waited for the boys to come find you there on the floor. When they did, she made the mistake of getting a bit too mouthy, they were already pissed off, but now with you on the floor, it was a whole new level. “You’re too late you know. She won’t come out of this one. A little parting gift for you boys.” She cackled, making faces that the boys. 

“Well isn’t that nice. See we have a little parting gift for you too.” Dean mockingly replied, as he held up his gun.

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