fast fanfic


“You exorcised it, Reigen,” Dimple said. “I told you before. You’re a real psychic now.”

The spirit was saying something else now, but Reigen couldn’t hear him over the sudden roar of blood in his ears. He looked down at his shaking fingers. The aura remained, rising slowly off of him in slow tendrils of smoke. There had to be some other explanation. Reigen was not a psychic. There was no possible way he had any sort of power, and certainly not enough power to banish a spirit of that caliber.

And then a thought appeared. It was a strange, all consuming thought, one that Reigen recognized as not his. Everything else in his mind became black static.

you are not my host.

hello friends. over christmas break, i wrote a multi-chapter mob psycho 100 au fic called symbiosis.

after fighting Claw’s Seventh Division (the end of the first season of the anime), Mob’s powers leave Reigen, but something is left behind- something undefinable. Reigen realizes something is wrong, but doesn’t know what, until something- that is, ???%- begins talking to him. Meanwhile, someone begins to take notice of the strange psychic activity coming from the Spirits and Such Consultation office.

If you enjoy plot centric AUs involving psychic powers, horror elements, and general twists and turns, check it out! it’s pretty good. 

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SPN Prompt Challenge | hunterangelkisses
December 2016 (Employment AU’s)
Prompt: “I work at McDonalds and you’re the fuckface who tries to order my number with a 24pck of chicken nuggets and a large strawberry sundae every single fucking time (I mean, I’d give you my number if you bought a chocolate sundae instead, strawberry is wrong)”
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 832
Tags: fluff, alternate universe, fast food worker!Cas, getting together, flirting


Castiel would never admit it, but he jumped slightly when he felt the sharp jab in his ribs.

“What the fuck, Balthazar?” he complained, rubbing the sore spot as he took the bills from the hand of his current customer and sorted them into the correct slots in the cash register.

“Tut tut, language, Cassie,” Balthazar admonished in his smooth British accent. “There are customers present.”

Castiel glared at him after handing the man at the counter his receipt. “Is there an actual reason why you’re harassing me instead of filling orders?”

“There’s hardly anyone here,” Balthazar said dismissively. “Hannah can handle it for a minute or two.” He grinned deviously and leaned in close. “Your lover boy is here,” he whispered in delight.

Castiel glanced up despite himself and sure enough, standing by the condiments and looking like he was making the single most important decision of his life (which was completely useless because he ordered the same thing every fucking time), was the tall, freckled, green-eyed guy who’d been coming in every few days for nearly three weeks now specifically to see Castiel and request his number. Cas wasn’t blind – he was well-aware of how attractive the guy was, and perhaps if he had gone about asking in a different way, Castiel would’ve said yes by now. But he didn’t, and so Cas was left to deal with him in his usual way, which Balthazar had lamented on more than one occasion was playing “far too hard to get, Cassie, just admit that you like him and give the attractive man your number already.” Castiel had not budged, much to Balthazar’s chagrin.

“Welcome to McDonalds,” Cas greeted when the guy finally approached the cash register.

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

Castiel resisted the urge to roll his eyes even as he bit back a smile. “Are you ready to order?” he asked.

The guy nodded, making a big show of looking at the menu as he spoke. “Yeah, I’ll have the 20 piece chicken nuggets and a large caramel sundae.” He looked back at Castiel. “And your number,” he added with a smirk.

“That will be $6.81. And no phone number.”

“Cas, you wound me!” the guy exclaimed with wide eyes, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

Castiel felt the flicker of a smile on his lips – this mystery man really was a funny guy if he would just lose the cockiness – but schooled his expression into well-practiced nonchalance. “I apologize, but those are my terms. Take it or leave it.”

The guy sighed heavily, looking overly put-out, though his eyes were twinkling. “Fine.” He pulled out a few bills and smoothed them out before holding his hand out to Castiel. Cas reached out and grabbed them, watching the guy’s expression as he did so. The guy, apparently noticing this, gave Cas a crooked smile. “Keep the change,” he said, holding Castiel’s gaze. “And thanks.”

Castiel nodded and hoped he wasn’t blushing as he sorted the bills, and when he looked up again, the guy had moved down the counter to wait for his food. Cas bit his lip then, and before placing the receipt on the tray for the guy’s food, scribbled a quick note below the request for a caramel sundae.

Everyone knows caramel is the worst flavor – maybe pick a better one, like hot fudge. ;)

P.S. You’re pretty cute without the cockiness.

He dropped the receipt on the tray and turned back to his register before he could change his mind, smiling at the next customer and blocking out any thoughts of his admirer and what he’d just done as he returned to work.

A little more than a week passed before the guy returned. Balthazar, who had been teasing Cas relentlessly since the previous time, took great pleasure in announcing his arrival again.

This time, though, the guy was unusually subdued when he walked up to the counter. “Hey, Cas,” he said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. His smile was almost shy as he held Cas’ gaze. “I uh, realized I’ve never introduced myself. I’m Dean. Winchester.”

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel replied, feeling the corners of his lips turn up despite himself. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “I’ll have the 20 piece nuggets and, um, a large hot fudge sundae. Since apparently they’re far superior.” He caught Cas’ gaze and smiled in amusement.

Castiel tried and failed to hold back a grin. “Will that be all?” he asked.

Dean nodded. “Yep.”

“Your total is $6.81,” Castiel said, accepting the money that Dean handed to him. Dean moved down to the other side of the counter and Castiel smirked to himself as he added a note to the receipt.

785-555-3851. Call me.

Dean followed the instructions later that afternoon, and in the coming weeks, his orders turned into nuggets, a sundae, and a kiss, and Cas was only too happy to oblige.

(A/N: Yes, I did check the menu at a McDonald’s in Lawrence, KS for the menu items and prices and calculated the tax in Kansas because I’m particular about that kind of thing. If only I put so much effort into schoolwork.)

fic editsFlour and Chocolate (ao3) by teaandtumblr - M, 145k

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.
Then he approached the display cabinet.
And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.
What. The. Fuck?
Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out. 

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

Disney Proposal

Warnings: fluffiness!
Rating: everyone
Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where they have a movie night with lots of fluff and he proposes (as requested by anonymous)

“We should have a Disney movie marathon,” he suggested out of nowhere, his voice containing nothing but excitement. You smiled and turned to look at him, then turned to lie on your side, facing him. 

“Yes we should. Let’s do it soon,” you agree, reaching out and cradling his face in your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Can we do it…tomorrow? And I’ll make you dinner?” He asks, moving his head and kissing your palm.

You chuckled. “Of course, baby,” you smiled, sighing happily.

He grinned brightly at you, the excitement in his face, his features, it lifted your heart to see him so happy. You found it especially adorable that he got so pumped at the mention of Disney. You eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms, a warm and cozy cocoon under the covers together.

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“Hi.” The handsome blue eyed stranger couldn’t help but smile at you, making your stomach flutter.

You were in awe. From his eyes to his cute pointy nose down to his thin lips, you were mesmerized. All you could think about was how beautiful this guy was.

Dean furrowed his brows, noticing the how the way you stared at him. Which he somehow felt annoyed from the sight.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. You were in a trance, and Dean was jealous. He knew the feelings you two had for one another.

“Hi.” He cackled. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean and our friend Y/N.” He motioned to you, snapping you back to reality.

You blinked a couple times, and swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t think you were weird for staring too long.

“I’m Brian.” He smirked. “Here for the show or joining the fun?” He flashed a wink.

Your stomach fluttered insanely and your heart beat profusely. Damn he could give someone a heart attack.

“We’re just here for the show.” Sam stammered.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay. Well hope you enjoy yourselves. I have to get some things together before the race.” He muttered.

“Wait, you’re racing?” You yelped.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Hell yeah.” He leaned in a bit. “I’m the best there is.” He winked.

The blood rushes up to your cheeks and you couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl.

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Psh, doubt it. Bet I can smoke your ass.”

Brian met Deans gaze, scanning his face for bluff.

“You’re on.” He stammered. “Come on, just you and me. Winner gets to take Y/N on a date.”

Your eyes grew wide and suddenly, you felt anxious.

The boys all turned to you, making your heart beat rapidly.

“Game on.” Dean gritted through his teeth.

powderseal  asked:

noooooooooooo @ Oliver wanting something indescribably filthy and Connor wanting them to make love with eye contact and praise I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THESE NERDS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS... but also I wonder what Connor thought that Oliver saw/believes his biggest kink to be, because I think if he knew that Oliver saw them making love he would've been really embarrassed and also he doesn't have the greatest self-awareness anyway

(okay. this is going to be a semi continuation of this but i don’t think oliver told connor what he saw)

His soulmate was lying to him. 

Connor watched the play of Oliver’s face as the other man rambled on about having a vision that involved whipped cream and knew–in his heart of hearts–that the man was lying to him. 

Now, Connor wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to feel about that. I mean, yeah they were soulmates and everything but they were also strangers. Complete strangers. 

Media had lied to him for years–for probably his whole life–about just how awkward soulmate meetings were. Rom-coms made the whole exchange seem cute and fun and breezy but the reality was nothing like that. It wasn’t fun to barely exchange first names before having a vision so dirty it made Connor feel like he needed to go to church. Hell, he and Oliver had been making semi-decent headway until their hands had touched. Now, Oliver could barely seem to string two sentences together. 

“You know what?” Connor said, gently interrupting Oliver’s lie. If his soulmate didn’t want to tell him or was too embarrassed or too shocked or whatever, Connor wasn’t going to make him. “Why don’t we take a step back?” 

Oliver swallowed. “A step back?” 

“Yeah.” Connor curled his lips into what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Let’s just get to know each other a little bit. I mean, I don’t even know your last name.”

Oliver hesitated. “You really don’t want know?” 

I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Connor thinks. But instead he simply says, “You can tell me later.” 

His soulmate considers before nodding. “Okay.” Then, “It’s Hampton. Oliver Hampton.” 

“Nice to meet you, Oliver Hampton.” When Oliver only raised an eyebrow, Connor was quick to add. “Walsh. Mine’s Walsh.” 

“Connor Walsh.” Oliver smiled. “That’s got a nice ring to it.” 

“I certainly think so.” 

Talk of soulmates and kinks and visions forgotten for the moment, the conversation between them started to flow again and, once again, Connor was back on the best first date of his life.

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your hands a river gesture - staarked - Riverdale (TV 2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge.

“Do you always plan on playing the nurse?”

He can’t help the imagery, because a) it’s Veronica Lodge in question, she’d look awfully hot in the nurse outfit as without, b) he’s a hormone crazed, red-blooded teenage boy and she’s Veronica Lodge and c) what exactly was the point that he was trying to make?

“As long as you’re willing to play the patient.” She replies, the tension in her shoulder blade dissipating as she starts the process of unwinding and binding the bandage, as gingerly as possible, and suddenly it’s not about the nurse costume or his hormones but it’s about the person she is, the person she was and the person she wants to be.

Summary: He hates the way she stands out in a crowd. Stupidly immaculate in her shiny shoes, shinier pearls, and bright, bright smile. It makes him want to measure up in some way, in spite of his age-old jeans and fraying converse and it’s the single most idiotic thing he’s thought about all day because he doesn’t, can’t. Not even if he tries. —- Archie/Veronica, Post 1x05.


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“Dean come on man, you don’t have to do this.” Sam stated, reaching for his brother.

The older Winchester turned on his heels and shook his head. “You see them. Laughing and crap.”

Sam followed his gaze and saw you with Brian, looking at his car.
“Are you serious? Dude, it’s just some guy. I am sure she won’t even remember his name after this.”

Dean clenched his jaw shut and shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the plan.” He smirked. “Now watch out, I’ve got a race to win.”

Before Sam could protest, he slipped into his car and closed the door behind him.

“So you really like racing huh?” You asked, biting on your lower lip, refraining from smiling.

“It’s my life. It’s like-” he paused and crept up behind you. Causing chills to cover you up and down. “It’s freedom. Just you and the road.”

Your stomach fluttered, and your breath hitched to the back of your throat. As you slowly turned to face him, you met his beautiful blue eyes. Losing yourself in them.

Man he was gorgeous. And the way he was so carefree somehow made him even more sexier.

“Hey O'conner! Are you just gonna stand there all day or you going to the streets!” Someone yelled from behind.

You both turned your gaze over.

“Shut up toretto! I’m comin.” Brian stammered. “We will continue this conversation when I get back.”

He walked over to the car, and slipped in. Sam made his way to your side, catching your attention.

“This is crazy.” Sam muttered.

“Why is Dean even doing this?” You exclaimed, looking at the two cars in front of you.

“He is doing it for you.”

His words stitched into you and for a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe.

“Alright boys! Ready, set, GO!” The girl yelled, throwing the flag up in the air.

Before you knew it, the guys were down the street, side by side. Your heart was pounding profusely hoping they’d both come back safely. Especially Dean and his baby. You don’t know what would happen if he scratched the car.

“I can’t watch!” You spewed, covering your eyes with your hands.

Sam could only chuckle.

Brian had one thing on his mind, and that was to win. If he won, that meant he was able to take you out. And since the moment he laid eyes on you, that’s all he wanted. Was to get to know you.

He put his heart into this race, focusing on the road in front of him.

Dean was in the lead for a bit. Smirking as he kept he speed.

For the year he has known you, he couldn’t help but have feelings for you. But with this life, he was afraid to act on them. Until today when he noticed how easy it is to lose you to someone else. And it scared him.

They were close to the end, and you couldn’t breathe. Biting your nails out of habit, you were honestly not even sure who you wanted to win.

Dean felt cocky as he was in the lead, laughing until Brian managed to sneak up next to him.

The roar from their engines caused shivers up and down your spine. Anxious for it to end.

“Holy crap, this is so close!” Sam cackled.

“Shit!” You exhaled.

Closing your eyes shut, the boys made their way to the end. Everyone soared, clapping and chanting.

You shot your gaze to Sam, and furrowed your brows.
“Wait, who won?!”

Luke Evans Fanfiction

“Wildest Dreams” - Taylor Swift

If your a Luke Evans fan and your looking for some fanfictions about him, you came to the right place. 

I have several stories completed and going on with Luke Evans in it. I have stories base off of his characters: Owen Shaw (The Fast and Furicous 6), Driver (No One Lives), Scott Hipwell (The Girl On The Train), and Vlad (Dracula Untold). I also created a few characters myself that he plays.

Here are the links to my master lists and some stories I recommend.

Luke Evans Master List 

1) Mad Love Part 1 

2) I’m A Gambling Man Part 1

3) Driver - Little Red Part 1

Luke Evans VS Jeffrey Dean Morgan Master List

1) The Devil You Know Part 1

2) Love Affair Part 1

3) Red String Of Fate Part 1

You can also find Luke Evans doing cameos in these master list:

Jeffrey Dean Morgan Master List

Supernatural Master List

Family Ties Master List 

Note: If you like to be tagged in any of my stories feel free to message me or comment. I know some of the links aren’t showing up above to show there is a link, but all the bold letters have the links to the pages. So hope you guys enjoy what I have there. I also take request for Luke Evans fanfictions, may take awhile to get to them, but feel free to send one my way.

@hobbithorse19 @thejulietfarciertlove @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @wadeyourebarelyalive @magikat409 @lilred91


Why do I feel like Harley has taken selfies wearing nothing but a bunch of Joker’s gold chains while lying in a pile of money…


The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome


“Sir, if we could be quiet, I would truly appreciate it.”

“Ma’am, I need your license and registration, please?”

Scully looked over at Mulder, who still seemed to be asleep, then looked back towards the policeman outside her now rolled down window, “I … I don’t know where the registration is and my license is in that bag under my partner’s feet.” She was still talking just above a whisper, “if I wake him up, things will get very bad for me very quickly and I don’t want that.”

The policeman now had his hand on his holster, “ma’am, are you in need of assistance? Are you in trouble?”

Scully saw this as a spiraling nightmare the likes of which she’d never escape and she resigned herself to her fate, looking from the man to his gun then shutting her eyes briefly, she nudged Mulder several times, “hey, wake up, I need your help.”

She could have rambled in his ear with a megaphone about the bunions and bone growth but the moment he heard the world ‘help’ his eyes popped open, head spinning in her direction, “what? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I just need you to please, quietly and without comment, get me your registration for the car and my badge and license from my bag by your feet.”

“Registration? License? What hap …” and then he noticed the large man in blue with a gun and a funny hat and a look of cautious annoyance, “oh … my … shit …”. He managed only those three words before he curled on himself, the laughter taking his breath away and the sound of the cackling, wheezing insanity emerging from his lungs echoed through the car.

Scully just sat staring straight ahead out the windshield, shaking her head. After a moment, when it became obvious that Mulder was in no condition to cooperate, the tears streaming down his face making his vision blurry, she glanced out at the policeman, mouth pursed, cheeks pulled in slightly, eyebrows raised in a concessionary gesture, “um, this could take a minute … unless you wouldn’t mind me unbuckling my seatbelt and seeing if I can free up my bag?”

“Did you say badge? Are you a uniform?”

“FBI. On vacation. We both are and we have our guns locked in the trunk.”

By now, Mulder was down to hiccupping giggles and waving his hand in the man’s direction, “sorry, officer, I’ll get her information for you. I just …” breaking into a fit of chuckles again, “I never thought I’d see the day she would get a ticket. She made fun of me for two weeks the last time I got one so I … oh, God,” rubbing his eyes, his face still red, “I am going to have so much fun with this.” He retrieved her bag from the floor, then handing it to her, dug up the registration from the glove compartment, passing that to her as well.

After inspecting both badges, having asked for Mulder’s as well, her license and running the registration, he handed the bundle back to Scully, “just slow down, all right? There’s a lot of wildlife on this road at night.”

Thanking him, she was about to roll the window back up when she heard the man step back up to the window, indicating towards Mulder with his flashlight, “and if your partner gets to ragging on you too much, remind him of the six speeding tickets and nine outstanding parking tickets he has in the greater Maryland area, would you, please?”

Scully had never smiled so widely at someone who nearly gave her a $200 ticket, “sir, you are my new best friend.”

“’Evening, ma’am.”

Finally rolling up the window, she pulled back onto the road, well within the speed limit, letting the silence hang over them for several miles before, “not laughing real hard now, are you?”

“Pretty sure he had buckteeth.”

“Shut it, giggler.”

“Whatever, lead foot.”


Scully fell, exhausted, onto the single queen bed, wondering if there were clothes fairies out there who would get her into her pajamas while she went to sleep. Then, reality told her to get up and change, find her pajamas and get a decent night sleep, even though it was already 2am.

That’s when she felt her feet being moved and her shoes being untied, then slipped off. Next, she felt the thin polyester comforter being gently laid over her, then, for his perfect guy finale, he slipped his arms under her, lifted her just enough, then wiggled her pillow under her head.

She stayed still, leaving him to his nurturing softness, his silent apology for laughing at her earlier.

Her breathing gave her away though and he stopped suddenly, hovering for a moment, then tilting back down to her, his lips whispering over her cheek, “g’night.”

Mulder woke up to the scent of fresh coffee and the mirror kiss to his cheek, Scully lingering beside his ear for a moment longer than friends, “g’morning.”


Happy Valentines @the-little-giant-maknae! I’m your secret admirer! I had so much fun leaving you little messages everyday! Here’s a lil gift from me and chan for Valentines Day ~ Hope you like it ;)

Genre: the ult fluff for the best person ever :3

Word count: 1,308

TW: Nope

Member: The lovely Chan

Chan was particularly excited for today. He has been looking forward to it for a long time now. Counting down the minutes and second that few would get to see you. Finally the time came for you to arrive, and honestly he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this excited. He bounced around the dorm as he waited for you to arrive, ignoring the annoyed looks he got from the older boys. Finally a knock came out the door, and he was tripping over himself (and a few shoes) to get there before any of the other guys. He fumbled with the doors lock before finally pulling it open, getting a full view of who had knocked.

“Hey!” you said, waving happily at Chan before stepping into the house and out of the cold air that surrounded you outside.

“You’re finally here!” Chan practically yelled in excitement as you pulled off your shoes.

“Yup,” you laughed, “But I’m only a few minutes late…” Chan wasn’t listening though, he was in the process of pulling you through the dorm.

“Oh hey! Nice to see you again.” Joshua called out from where he sat at the table with a few of the other members. You smiled and waved at them before Chan pulled you closer to your destination. Finally he stopped in the kitchen.

“Tada!!” he yelled.

“Nice…” You said, not really knowing what else to say as it was just the usual dorm kitchen, maybe a bit cleaner than you had seen it before.

“We’re gonna bake stuff!” Chan explained.

“Oh my gosh really?” you asked, starting to get excited. He nodded, pointing to the ingredients that sat on the counter.

“Oh this is so exciting!” you squealed.

“Try not to catch the dorm on fire!” Jeonghan called from the other room. Chan rolled his eyes and walked over to the pile of ingredients, digging around for the recipe he had found earlier.

“So, what are we gonna  make?” you asked, looking over his shoulder at the recipe he had finally located.

“I was thinking some kind of sweet, I know you like sweets. What about cookies? We have all the ingredients for that, and they are pretty easy to make so there’s less of a chance we’ll burn everything down.” Chan laughed.  You laughed too and nodded.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Thus began your baking adventures. From the beginning, you hadn’t imagined it to go well, and you were right. To start with, the boys didn’t have half the proper tools to bake with, seeing as the rarely ever used their kitchen in the first place. You made do with what you two had, but it was a pain.

“Chan did you preheat the oven?” you asked as you began to scoop out some flour with a tiny measuring cup.

“Did i do what?” He questioned, completely confused as to what words had just come from you mouth. You laughed at his puzzled look, and set the small measuring cup down, wiping the flour off your hands as you walked over to the small oven. You punched in the numbers and hit start then looked at chan.

“Preheating the oven.” you stated, pointing to the oven. Chan nodded and smiled at you, returning back to the eggs he was trying (and failing) to crack. You watched as he hit it against the corner of the counter, naturally because of his dinosaur strength, the egg exploded on contact, getting all over his hands and the counter. You laughed as he rushed to find something to put the raw egg in before it got all over the place. Chan grind sheepishly, but tried again, this time cracking it more gently. He did a pretty good job in the end, only getting a few bits of the eggshell in with the rest which you had to dig out for him. You thought this would be the end of your baking troubles, but oh were you wrong. When it came time to mix the dry ingredients with the wet ones, it was a complete and utter disaster.

While you were slowly pouring the dry ingredients in, and chan was holding the other bowl to keep things steady, Chan sneezed. He was smart enough to turn his head in the other direction, but while he was doing that, he took the bowl with him, leaving you pouring all the dry ingredients onto the table. Now let me tell you, one thing about flour – it’s impossible to clean up. You can have a small accident with flour, and think you’ve cleaned it all up, but a month later you’ll find it somewhere. Now the flour went everywhere, on the counter, on the floor, on both you and Chan. Due to the quick movement of Chan’s bowl, it had been swung across the kitchen, leaving the floor underneath with a fine layer of white dust. You and Chan looked at each other in horror. Everything had come out of both bowls. You laughed. What else could you do in a situation like this but to laugh? Chan was laughing too. The two of you were laughing to the point of tears. Well, that’s why you had tears, Chan might have actually been crying and laughing at the same time upon seeing the giant disaster.

“What’s so funny?” Seungcheol called from the other room, doing who knows what with the other guys.

“Nothing!” Chan called back, almost to quickly. Just then Wonwoo walked by. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the two of you, covered from head to toe in flour, the dust finally settling around the kitchen. The two of you stared wide-eyed back at him, worried at what his reaction would be. He just stared at you for a bit longer, blinked, then walked away like nothing had happened. You looked at chan and giggled a bit before setting the bowl down before trying to find stuff to clean the mess up with. Chan set his bowl down as well and began to brush the flour off himself.

“Not on the floor!” You yelled in a whisper.

“It’s already all over the place though!” Chan whined back.

“It’ll only be harder to clean up if you do that!” you declared, locating a dish towel while you spoke. Chan rolled his eyes, but walked over to you, trying his hardest to keep the flour that clung to his clothes from falling onto the floor.

It seriously took you guys a hour to clean everything up. It wasn’t that it was hard to clean up, it was simply the fact that you two kept getting super distracted, from making little pictures in the flour that covered the floor, or throwing little handfuls at each other, to just simply sitting on the floor and talking to each other. How none of the other eleven people in the dorm hadn’t walked in on the mess was unknown to you. Maybe Wonwoo had something to do about it, but honestly you’d never know.

Finally the two of you finished cleaning everything up, and set back to the easy(tedious) task of baking cookies. The two of you combined all the ingredients with little to no spills and were working hard to get the little lumps of dough onto the cookie sheet when Jeonghan walked in.

“Wow, you two are only this far? What’s taken so long?” he questioned, reaching into the bowl to swipe some cookie dough.

“We’re just taking our time…” Chan answered.

“Alright then. Let me know when you’ve finished baking them.” Jeonghan sung as he walked out of the kitchen.

“No one must ever know.” Chan whispered, bringing a smile to your face.

“Oh of course, Jeonghan must never find out his baby destroyed the kitchen from just a sneeze.”


good omens au: combeferre as aziraphale, enjolras as adam young, and courfeyrac as crowley

“I wonder if we have found him too late, angel.”
“It is not too late yet, dear.”

fast: prologue

Pairing- Jungkook x Reader

Word Count- 273


a/n- here is my brand new jungkook-centric series, “Fast”. it’ll be angsty, fluffy, and everything in between. i hope you guys enjoy! 

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Starting Line 

Life doesn’t slow down for anybody. It moves without warning, without an ounce of mercy. It takes its prisoners and continues on. The only thing you can do is try your best to enjoy the ride. 

Life can be cruel sometimes. You lose the people you love- your brothers, your sisters, your friends- and still have to try and get back up again. No matter how much you want to quit and give up completely, you have to keep going- even if it hurts, even if you don’t think you can take it. You just keep going. 

Life can also be full of surprises. One day you can wake up and meet the love of your life, somebody so great that you wonder how you ever lived without them by your side. You don’t always know what’s hiding behind the next corner and maybe that’s the beauty of it. 

Life is a bundle of experiences, one laced right after another. Although some don’t mean much- a trip to the grocery store, checking your email, watching a movie- some mean the world. Some experiences are things you can’t stop thinking about, and some are so intense that you know they’ll never be forgotten. They overtake you. 

Life is crazy. It’s bold, it’s unpredictable, and it’s utterly confusing. And although it’s beautiful, it can be heartbreaking and tragic, and so painful that all you want is to curl up and hide from the world. It’s so many things wrapped up into such a short time, and that’s just the thing. There’s no time. 

No, life doesn’t move slow.  Not in the slightest. 

Life is fast.

a Colver 3x05 fast coda - (ao3)

“Wait! Laurel—What? What happened!?” Michaela yelled in his ear.

Oliver rubbed a hand over his eyes. How had the night come to this? “Something—I don’t know but something happened at Annalise’s. The house is…it’s…” Gone.

He’d seen the flames from blocks away, the smoke billowing up and away in dark and twisted curls. He’d—wait…had he driven in tonight or walked? Where had he left his car? 

“I got there,” he continued telling Michaela into the phone. “And the place is a zoo. Cops. Firemen. Lights blazing.” 

“Where was Laurel?” Michaela demanded. Over the line, Oliver heard her whispering, soft and fast, to her mother, giving her the quick and dirty version. 

“Inside, I think.” He couldn’t remember. It’d only been an hour ago, maybe more, probably more, but still it’d hadn’t been that long and yet he couldn’t get the details right. Couldn’t remember what had come first. “People were gathered outside. Talking about a body. They’d found her alive.” 

That had been her, right? The crowd had been talking about Laurel when he’d first gotten there, how a body had already been found. But…but wait. That had been before the phone…and he’d just finished with the phone they found they rushed out with— 

“But they got her?” Through the phone, Oliver heard a door slam and Michaela’s feet pounding down stairs. “And she’s okay?”

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…Oh my god?

They, uh, really are taking this “soulmates” thing seriously and I love it.

So Caesar… made an alternate universe where he never betrayed Xena so they could rule the world together rather than Brutus betraying him and Xena getting to “ride off into the sunset with her girlfriend.”

And it’s going great until he takes her to see a Greek play that she absolutely adores, and Gabrielle comes on stage because of course it was her play, of course.

So immediately Caesar gets worried and Xena throws her a red rose so they go and compliment each other and talk about their lives and then it gets to romantic love and Caesar is just. so worried and idk exactly what’s going to happen next but they just met. They didn’t get this close this quick in the original universe so nice going Caesar, wow.

I’m not even a quarter of the way through this episode.

Edit: And I forgot to mention just how disappointed Gabrielle looked when Xena left with Caesar. Man.