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Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you.

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Originally posted by soluscheese

“Morning.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the kitchen and saw you, Mary and Castiel there, you still cooking the pancakes and her setting everything else up for breakfast with Castiel’s help.

“Morning sweetie.” Mary smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he turned to take a good look at you.

“Wow” he breathed out and you looked at him for a second before in the end giggling as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“What?” you asked, looking up at the older man as he blinked rapidly, staring at you almost awestruck. You glanced at his mother that was still there but luckily was not looking at the two of you.

“You just- I never thought you’d look this good in my clothes.” he said with an adorable dimpled smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You laughed looking back at the food, after glancing down at yourself for a moment. You weren’t in the mood for trying really hard so along with the messy hair you had stolen one of Sam’s flannels that could work as a dress for you and wore it. It was a nice chance compared to you wearing always Dean’s shirts. There was something similar in this, both their clothes made you feel at peace, they had a certain scent to them that brought the same kind of comfort their hugs did but at the same time that scent was so different. And it reminded you instantly of whose clothes you were wearing.

“Thanks” you bit your lip, opting to look only at the pancakes as you felt your cheeks heat up. You had a soft spot for the younger Winchester, you couldn’t deny that, you were really close and had many things in common. He was sweet and kind, gentle and caring. You knew that when you needed to talk to someone he would always be there for you. You were like a little sister to him, as far as you knew at least, even if for you he meant a lot more than just family. But you weren’t going to do something to risk what you had, you’d much rather bottle up your feelings than ruin all of this.

Besides, he wasn’t the only one involved in all of this.

“But- if you want it back I could give it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask I just- it looked too comfy and I-” you started rambling, trying to find an excuse for yourself but he shook his head.

“No, no no!” he said a little too fast and you bit your lip at his reaction “By all means-” he breathed out “-You can keep it, it looks better on you anyway.” he said adorably and you grinned.

“Thank you Sammy.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, making his smile even wider.

“So- what do you want with your pancakes, you didn’t tell me?” you asked and he paused in thought for a moment.

“Uhm I think I’ll go with some eggs today.” he paused in thought.

“Do you want me to make them?” you asked, ready to start on them already but he shook his head with a laugh.

“No you already do enough for us.” he pecked your forehead “I’ll do that myself.” he winked and started working on them next to you as you still laughed and chatted happily.

“You know I love taking care of you anyway.” you mumbled with a shy shrug and he smiled warmly.

“Yes, and I know it. But it’s not bad if you take a break once in a while and let us do all the work.” he said matter of factlyand you just shrugged “You know you deserve it.”

“Not as much as you guys do honestly I-” you shook your head, flipping another pancake.

“Dare you complete that sentence.” it was Dean’s stern voice but the moment you looked at him he had a small smile on. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight against both of them so you just shook your head.

Oh and he also happened to be the other person involved.

“Morning guys.” he greeted as he kissed Mary and came towards you, not missing a chance to wrap his arms around your waist.

A small squeak left your lips as he pressed his body against yours and you both chuckled in the end as he kissed the back of your head “Damn smells amazing.” he breathed out as he looked over at the pancakes.

“Thought you’d like them, and in case you are not really into pancakes today I made some cherry pie for you.” you smirked and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Gosh” he breathed out with wide eyes that made him look like a little kid on Christmas day “Marry me!” he grinned and you laughed.

“You’d have to take me out first, Winchester!” you said as you heard him laugh as he squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.

“Anytime princess.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face before in the end he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You giggled as his morning scruff tickled you and you turned your head to peck his cheek, making him smile down at you. It felt so refreshing to see him like this. It has been such a long while since you saw Dean so carefree.

Of course you had gotten the chance to see him relax sometimes, when it was just the two of you and he’d let loose, but those moments were rare. It mostly was you holding him as you either sat in silence or he talked to you about a nightmare- or whatever was worrying him at the moment.

Your relationship with Dean was different from that of Sam. While with Sam you were all playful, most of the time, and acted all cute together: watching movies, reading books and talking about all kinds of nerdy stuff your relationship with Dean was more contact and less words. You’d spent many nights in each other’s rooms just holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like some love-sick couple – well you were love sick you couldn’t deny it at least to yourself – and only sometimes talking. Dean wasn’t really a man of words so when it came to just the two of you he talked about only the things that troubled him. But even the few words were enough for you to get a look into his world. Heck, the mere fact that he trusted you with his thoughts and feelings was enough to let you know how important you were to him.

Of course there were serious moments with Sam as well, he too trusted you with his worries as well, and as that there were funny moments with Dean. Both brothers were very similar but at the same time your relationship with each of them was completely different. Each one of them completed a side of you that in returned completed them as well.

“Hey you two-” Sam’s voice got Dean’s attention. You looked at him to, luckily, see he had a small smile on his face “You’re not alone alright?”

“Sadly” Dean added and you giggled as Sam shot him a bitch-face.

“Why don’t you prove yourself useful and and prepare some bacon huh?” Sam obviously found an excuse to get him away from you.

“Oooh yes, love me some bacon!” Dean said with a glint in his eyes and you chuckled at how childish he was being.

“But first-” he said cupping your face as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips much like Sam’s previously lingered a little longer than they should have. He looked down into your eyes, exactly like Sam had done, and offered you one last gentle smile before going back to playful him and started working on his bacon.

The three of you still talked and laughed as you had each Winchester on each side of you. Her sons’ laughter caught Mary’s attention and this time she took a real good look at the three of you. For a second she smiled fondly at how childlike you were all being, happy that her kids looked so carefree around you, but when realization downed on her hersmile faded away.

“Mary?” Castiel’s low voice caught her attention as she looked at the angel.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown.

“Should I be Castiel?” she sighed sadly “I mean, how can I even be? At first I was happy about Dean but now- seeing this-Knowing that my one son’s happiness depends on the other’s grief- how can I be happy?”

“What- what do you mean?” Castiel frowned with a tilt of his head and she looked from the three of you to him.

“I thought seeing my sons fall in love would be something great. I just didn’t know it was going to be with the same girl.”

100 Reasons to Love Kim Namjoon

today is my 3 year anniversary of loving namjoon and so here’s 100 reasons everyone should love him !!!!!!!

  1. he gave up a stable future of studying and going to college (despite being so smart) to risk everything and pursue his dream of becoming a rapper
  2. had to fight criticism for being an ‘idol’ rapper and struggled for years with his decision and identity
  3. when he says he loves himself !!!!
  4. never forget this cute tummy flash !!!!!!!!
  5. he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself 
  7. that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
  8. his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
  10. professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
  11. his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
  12. he loveloveloves dogs !
  13. literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
  14. that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
  15. you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
  16. his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
  17. the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
  18. the mole on the left side right under his jawline 
  19. the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
  20. THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  21. that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
  22. the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
  23. has been known to support LGBT since 2012
  25. when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
  26. that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt 
  27. the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
  28. how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
  29. 6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
  30. that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
  32. that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
  33. he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
  35. the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
  36. when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
  38. his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
  39. in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
  40. he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
  41. his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
  42. the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
  43. okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute 
  44. the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
  46. the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  47. the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
  48. that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
  49. SAILORMON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  50. that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
  51. his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
  52. his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
  53. legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  54. that time namjoon was a minion for halloween 
  55. “I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
  56. his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
  57. he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much 
  58. that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
  59. his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
  60. the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
  61. that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
  63. that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
  64. those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  65. that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
  66. his messy friendship with jackson 
  67. the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them 
  68. award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  69. i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
  70. that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
  71. deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
  72.  KIM DAILY
  73. that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
  74. sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces 
  75. that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
  76. when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
  77. the way he says ‘baby’
  79. that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
  81. taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years 
  82. special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
  83. THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  84. ‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
  85. accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
  86. the way he looks when he wears headbands 
  87. when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
  88. sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
  89. once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
  90. got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
  92. the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  93. that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
  94. the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai 
  96. he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
  97. he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
  98. can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
  99. he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
  100. “I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”

(( Hey guys! As you all know by now it’s been a long while since I’ve properly updated this blog so I thought it’s time to give y’all a final update.

This ask!blog is now on indefinite hiatus.

As much as I love Luciano and ask!blogging, I think it’s time I move on. My priorities and interests have shifted, and ask!blogging is no longer something I have the consistent energy to do anymore. I might update once in a blue moon here if nostalgia hits but I make no actual promises.

If some of you guys have been with me since my early Egypt ask!blog days or when I began this ask!blog, man, it’s been an up and down ride but it’s been a pleasure. I’ll still draw my muses from time to time over on my personal blog @yenpon though if you guys ever want to see them again.

Thanks for all the support and love and for sticking with me and my art over the past few years, guys.

And that’s all folks! ))

“Why doesn’t he care?” 12.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by kthish

Y/N’s p.o.v

“You can’t just ask a lady that Namjoon!” Jin scolded Joon for his sudden outburst. Gosh I’ve missed them. “Y/N could have been eating more lately Namjoon, be more sensitive.” He continued as they followed me through into the living room.

“No, it’s true.” I finally admitted, who would have known that letting such a big secret out would feel so good? It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Is that why you’ve been so distant?” Jimin asked with sympathy in his voice.

“You could say that’s partly reason why, honestly there’s not much of a reason for me to contact and see you guys anymore anyway.”

“But we’re still friends Y/N, regardless of what happened between you and Taehyung.” Namjoon reassured and I just sat there and nodded, not knowing how to respond to that. I was getting more and more emotional by the second and I realised that I was back on that same rollercoaster that I thought I got off already a month ago.

“Noona, is the baby hyungs?” A tear slipped out of my eye involuntarily as I nodded once again confirming the truth. 

“How many months pregnant are you?” Hobi asked, I looked up at him and I could feel the sadness in his eyes. I knew he felt bad for me.

“Four months.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” Yoongi asked staring at me.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how he feels about me anymore - I wasn’t expecting much but after the last messages he sent he didn’t try to contact me again. He hasn’t tried stopping by either. So I don’t know. Even if he finds out, would we even have a chance again?” I asked, but the question was rhetorical since nobody knew the answer.

“You know Y/N he’s done nothing but sulk and is constantly pessimistic because he blames himself for what had happened.” Namjoon chimed in.

“He blames himself but he won’t tell us why, no one knows what really happened between the two of you.” Jimin inputted. I want it to keep it that way too Jimin-ah, I thought silently to myself.

“Noona you need to tell him.” 

“I can’t, I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Jin asked looking at me quizzically.

“What he’d say, what he’d do. I don’t want to be given false hope, I don’t want to be left alone and believe that I still have him around when I don’t. It’s hard to cope with when you feel as though the person you care about the most doesn’t feel the same as you do.” I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I missed him, I never stopped missing him this whole time and carrying his child only reminded me of him more, every single moment, of every single day I was reminded.

“Look, even if it doesn’t work out which I doubt, between you two. He deserves to know that you’re carrying his child and quite frankly Y/N it’s selfish of you that you haven’t told him yet. Even if he hasn’t contacted you, you could have contacted him.” Yoongi was harsh, but he didn’t know.

“Selfish?” Hobi interjected, saving me again. “It’s not selfish of Y/N at all. He was a complete douche towards her, to the point where she couldn’t even go to him for help. I can understand exactly why she’d feel so insecure about telling him something like this because he might just not respond to it.” He was angry, he was even angrier this time round. I couldn’t speak as, no words would escape my mouth.

“Hoseok.” Jin warned for his sudden eruption towards his hyung.

“He didn’t go home for a few days, I’m surprised you broke up with him like that.” Yoongi took no notice of what Hoseok said and continued his rant.

“She was hit by a fucking car! She was left with a fractured rib, cuts and bruises and when she tried to call and message Taehyung he didn’t even give her a chance to say that she was hospitalised, he only called her annoying and clingy. He didn’t go home for four days and he didn’t even bother contacting Y/N to see if she was okay. She could have been sick, lost, kidnapped, anything! And he wouldn’t have known. She had to call me to and ask me to help her get home from the hospital. Don’t call Y/N selfish when you don’t even know half the story.” His outburst shocked everyone, including me. I cried silently whilst everyone turned to look. 

“Baby girl we’re so sorry, we didn’t know.” Jin, who has always been that caring older brother stroked my hair gently as if to reassure me.

“You guys wouldn’t have known because she told me to me to keep it a secret so that you guys wouldn’t lash out on Taehyung, when lashing out is all Taehyung did to her. She was being anything but selfish.”

“Y/N I’m really sorry.” Yoongi apologised for accusing me, obviously guilty now.

“Noona, I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I called you petty when I hadn’t the slightest clue.”

“It’s okay.” I managed to choke out and force a smile. Jimin walked towards me with a tissue wiping my tears, whilst looking at me with his watery eyes.

“We’re sorry Y/N, truly.” Namjoon said whilst holding my hand already kneeling in front of me.

“You guys didn’t know and that’s not your fault.”

“But still, we only really took Taehyung’s side without acknowledging your side of the story. So if you don’t want to tell Taehyung just yet then we will help you and we understand.” Joon gave me a small smile.

“No, I think I have to.”

Anddd that was 12.0 ~ I hope you like it! Request for 13.0 ^~^


6`000 Follower-Gift Part 1 ( Tumblr dont let me post all Screenshots in one post )

Gosh, guys! It`s breathtaking! I have no idea what I can say…THANK YOU all so much for following me, like my stuff, reblog my creations and for all your lovely comments! Love you all!

Special thanks to @sssvitlans for reblogging my Creations/recolors. Without you we all would miss a lot of great Creations and creators! Thanks Lana! <3

Here is my “Thank you Gift” for you, Guys.

The Urban City Living-Set.

I post it in 2 Parts, because I have so many Pics that tumblr dont let me post all in one.

What you get:

All Meshes I used for my recolors are inclued!

A big thank you to @leo-sims @chillissims and thenumberswoman on TSR for give the permission to inclued the Meshes!

-Sofa, Loveseat and Armchair ( Mesh by leosims ) - 6 colors

-Pillows ( Mesh by chillisims ) - 30 Swatches

-Big Urban Pictures ( Mesh by thenumberswoman ) - 10 Swatches

-3 Tile Urban Pictures ( Mesh by thenumberswoman ) - 10 Swatches

-Urban Canvas ( Mesh by thenumberswoman ) - 12 Swatches

-Urban Rugs ( Mesh by thenumberswoman ) - 14 Swatches

-Urban Walls - 4 Patterns in different colors

-Urban Carpet - 3 Patterns in 3 colors each

-Urban concrete Floor - 6 colors

I hope you like my Urban City-Set!

PS: Sorry for the crappy pictures/Screenshots! I working on this set for weeks in my short free time I had. After its finaly done, I wanna share it with you today. So I didn`t have the time to make nice pics.

I would love to see when you use my stuff in your pictures, houses, rooms etc. So please tag me/give credit to me ( not a must ). Thanks!


British Puns and Greasy Hair:Part 1




Cole and (Y/n) has reportedly broken up amid rumours Cole had been cheating on (Y/n) with co-star Lili Reinhart. Both Cole and (Y/n) play major roles in the hit CW series Riverdale. Sources have confirmed that neither Cole nor (Y/n), or even Lili for that matter, will be leaving the show despite the brutal tension, especially for (Y/n). The Riverdale cast will soon be shooting the third edition of the hit series with a new actor joining them this season- Tom Holland.


A/N : Hi everyone :) I hope you’re all doing well. Please do let me know what make of this Love Triangle I’m trying to create! I love hearing from you guys <3


It has been 2 months.Two months since you caught your two best friends making out in the Men changing room. You still remember it like it happened yesterday.

Since it was the last day of shooting, you and Cole had planned a small celebratory dinner. Everybody had already packed up and left. You had been waiting for Cole for over half an hour so you decided to look for him in the Changing room. What you saw next turned your world outside down. To say you had your heart crushed and broken would be an understatement. After all, what do you do when you find out that the first person to ever look into your eyes and tell you he loved you, never really did?

 You’ve kept a very low profile ever since then. There’s no denying you still miss your first love but you don’t, not even for a second, want him back. He ruined you.

The first two months were brutal. You felt out of your body. You were sad for a very long time. You missed him. Of course, you did. You missed the beautiful boy with the greasy blonde hair who’d never let anyone touch his hair, with the exception of you. You missed him everytime you woke up at 3am and realized you couldn’t call him to tell him about your bad dreams anymore. You missed him everytime you came across pictures of you photographed by the paparazzi alone because you’re so used to being photographed, and being protected, by Cole. But you missed him most when you roll over to the other side of bed and find an extra pillow instead of Cole’s warm body and his scent which you were so familiar with.

But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your heart began to heal. Camila and KJ were your backbone. Camila dressed you up and took you out for meals while KJ took you girls shopping a lot of times. They made sure you were okay and that you weren’t alone. Soon you started to feel happy again, without Cole. There was no trace of Cole. Camila had blocked Cole from all your social media accounts and even from your phone because he called every single night for 1 month. “Never go back to what broke you,” Camila always reminded you. There was nothing you wanted more than to be with Cole again but the way he broke your heart was brutal and you knew you didn’t deserve any of it.

It has been 2 months. Today is your first day back at work since that dreadful incident. You haven’t seen Cole for two months straight. It would be weird to see him again, as someone who isn’t your boyfriend. To see him and Lili would be pretty sickening but hey, mama raised a strong bitch! You have no idea what’s going on between Cole and Lili. For all you know, they could be dating, you don’t know, no news emerged ever since. You’ve already forgiven the two of them though. Because hating them is just another way of holding on to them and they certainly do not belong in your life anymore. You don’t feel anything towards either of them. No bitterness, no happiness.

“Oh no, I have to be in set in 20 minutes,” you rush to get changed.

So after a 20 minutes ride to set, here’s what you’ve deliberated:

-       That you will be strong.

-       That you will remain professional towards both Cole and Lili.

-       That you will not let your emotions get to you.

-       That you will smile and continue to be the best version of yourself.

Okay, (Y/n), let’s do this.


Not surprisingly, you arrive 10 minutes late to the set. Ugh, LA traffic.

Around 3-4 paparazzi were quick enough to hurdle towards you as you parked your car.

Ok, the thing with paparazzi- you loathe them. You know they’re just doing their job but they can be pretty scary sometimes. Cole was  always the one to protect you from them but with him gone, you’re on your own.

Maybe that’s a good thing, you reassure yourself.

You quickly get out of the car as they proceed to take multiple shots of you.

“(Y/N), how are you feeling today?”

“Are we going to see any catfights today?”

“Are you still heart-broken?”

You roll your eyes at their questions as you make your way towards the set.

“Hey, leave her alone!” you hear an unfamiliar voice call out in a strong british accent.

You, in sync with the paparazzi, turn around to find a new face upfront.

The word Handsome would be an understatement.

There stood a guy you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He had dark brown hair and he looked pretty fit!

He makes his way towards you. The paparazzi quickly click him as well, yelling out “Ayee Spidy, what are you doing here?”


The Spidy guy gives you a warm smile as he approach towards you, “(Y/n), right?”

How does he know my name?

“Can we please get in first?” you squeak with a scared look. Gosh, you sure do hate the paparazzi.

So you and the Spidy guy make your way towards the set. Soon, the paparazzi  are out of sight.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I have a crippling phobia of photographers,” you blurt awkwardly, “Thank you for saving me though!”

He chuckles,”That’s my job, saving people”

You didn’t quite understand what he was trying to imply.

“It’s my first day here,” he exclaims

“You don’t say! Anyone who knows Mark knows not to be late,”

“Well then, I hope Mark doesn’t have a crippling fear of spiders if he wants to mess with me”

Okay, you have no idea where this guy gets his sense of humour from. You have no idea what he’s trying to imply.

British puns?

“Have we met before?” you question him. He does look familiar.

Lost in the conversation, you hadn’t realized that you’ve already reached the set.

You walk in to find everyone in a full circle. Camila, KJ, Lili, Casey, Madeline, Cole..

“Ah, (Y/n), you’re finally here!” Mark loudly exclaims.

Everybody turns around to find you and the Spidy guy walking in together. You try your very best not to look at Cole, or be affected by him. Onlookers could easily tell how his face changed when he saw you.

“I see you’ve already met your new co-star, Tom.” Mark exclaims,

Wait what.

“Tom Holland, everyone!”

You gawk at TOM HOLLAND happily waving at everybody as the crew and the cast cheers him on.

How could you have been so stupid? The handsome smile, the fit body, the british accent, SPIDY, the stupid spiderman puns! How could you have missed it?

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I couldn’t’-“ you shyly try to explain yourself.

“That’s alright love, it was fun while it lasted” he winks and disappears in the crowd of producers and crew members.

“(Y/n), make up room!” you hear one of the make-up artist call you.

“Be there!” you reply as you make your way towards the Hair&makeup room.

“(Y/n),” you’re paused by the sound of a familiar voice.

You turn around to find the last person you wanted to see on your first day back at work.

Cole Mitchell Sprouse.

Seeing him after so long feels so weird, espically because you were so used to seeing him every single day. This is your very first encounter with him ever since that incident and you have no idea what to feel. A part of you wants to run up to him and hug him tight like you always do while the other half wants to run as far as you can from him.

 Cole carried a melancholy expression.

“Hey,” you reply, avoiding his eyes.

“(Y/n),” he tries to walk closer towards you but you take a step back.

He pauses, “(Y/n), can we please talk?“

“Aye shy girl! I was wondering if you could show me around?” you hear Tom intervene from a distance. Poor guy looks so lost with his scripts! 

“Sure,” you reply back at Tom, making Cole widen his eyes.

“Later, Cole.” You quietly murmur and leave.

Cole quickly grabs your hand, “(Y/n), please”

You abruptly let yourself free from his grip as you reply, “There is nothing to talk about.”

 You hold your heart together as you walk away from ‘what broke you’. You don’t want to hear what he has to say. You don’t to hear any explanations. He knew what he was doing when he kissed Lili. He did what he did at the cost of your feelings. You’ve forgiven but you’ve definitely not forgotten.

 “Everything alright, love?” Ugh, Tom and his English ways. Any girl could easily be a sucker for this lad!

You nod at the innocent-lost british lad as Cole continues to look on. “Let’s start with the Hair&make up”.

It hasn’t even been 10 minutes since you’ve walked into set but you’re barely holding your heart together after having a short 30 second conversation with Cole. And to think you haven’t even talked to Lili yet!

For all you know, the third season of Riverdale is going to be one hell of a ride, considering you still have feelings for the guy who crushed your heart in two. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get past Cole and Lili in the long run but for now, you’re glad you have this cheeky british lad with terrible puns to pay heed to.


A/N : yay or nah?


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That latest goods where JJ was carrying a bouquet of roses was too cute, so I doodled this :D
“Well hello, kitten♡” (camera 1)
“ I missed you so much☆” (camera 2)
(cat vision camera)
*slams door*
“Gosh Potya, we have a canadien suspicious guy at the door”

Wow. That welcome to the madness exhibition. I guess the otayuri fandom is on fire at this point. Gosh I envy you so much! You have an animation for your otp. How could I not be jealous! I AM!! (^o^) So congratulations to the fandom  ;D

Meanwhile, I find myself still shipping pliroy. Yeah. I know. It sounds weird after that awesome animation. Doesn’t it? But I am.
So, here I am. Sharing my imagination to whoever enjoys it ! 

Welcome to the Pliroy madness! ;)



Did ya miss me? admit it, you missed me~ 

anyway thanks for the patiece guys :’’’D, yeahhhhh it’s been long eh?? eehhh o gosh i have so many thing to do right now :’O, so many ideas and art to draw, uuhhhhh, i also get involved in a super hiper mega awesome manga comic does anyone heard abaut ‘’boku no hero academia’’!? A-W-E-S-O-M-E, i will post some art abaut it after get the practice to draw them -.-

anyyywayyy, hi :D, hope ya had nice time without me welp because:

WHAT THE HECK!? 4000+ followers!??? :O gosh, ok hem, thankuuuu :’’’D

dare or drink

Request; Can you do an imagine where Shawn was in an interview and dared to prank y/n saying he cheated on and she started crying, hung up, and blocked him on everything so then Shawn asked his friends (Matt, Brian, and Geoff) to help him

p.s. i changed it a little bc i couldn’t see this happening in an interview

i’m really not happy with this but enjoy!1!!



It was like any other night during on the road and I had just finished my last show in the European leg of the tour. The crowds only seem to get bigger and better as the tour progresses, but with that comes the stress and pressure of performing better and better every night. Brian, Matt, Geoff, and I were currently in the biggest room of our tour bus, sitting down to play a game of ‘dare or drink’. I never understood what my friends liked about this game, but it was their own weird spin on the classic game of truth or dare. They suggested it to help lift some of the weight created by the tour, but all it ever does is leaving us hungover the morning after, a night full of regret the night before.

“Why do we always play this game, Geoff?” I spoke my thoughts aloud. “You know it’s not fun being hungover before the weekend, especially since we have a 12 hour flight tomorrow.”

“What doesn’t kill you makes your stronger, Shawn,” Geoff replied. “Besides, stop being so scared, loosen up a little,” he added.

I sighed as I took a seat in the mini circle we created for the night we planned. “Who has the bottle?” I questioned.

The ‘bottle’ I was referring to was a very strong vodka, and if the bottle landed on you, the person who spun the bottle gives you a dare. If you decide to pass the dare, you have to take a shot of the vodka. The game ends when the bottle is empty, which can take anywhere from 30 minutes to hours. Quite frankly, I didn’t really feel like getting wasted the night before a long flight, so I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t get any outrageously stupid dares.

“Who’s starting?” Brian called. Everyone, as in Matt and Geoff, ran over to where I was sitting. 

Matt reached over to spin the bottle while muttering something inaudible. The bottle landed on Brian, merely missing me. Matt smirked, and paused a little as if he was thinking of an impossible dare for poor Brian to do.

“I dare you to run around our bus three times,” Brian let out a sigh of relief before Matt put his hand out to signal that he wasn’t done telling Brian the full dare, “naked,” Matt laughed before reiterating the whole dare. “I dare you to run around the bus while naked.” 

“Oh my gosh, why am I even friends with you guys?” I half joked while face palming.

I felt embarrassed for Brian, but that didn’t stop my laughter from joining with Geoff and Matt’s hysterical giggling. Sometimes I forget how old we are by the way we act. I guess some things never change.

Brian hesitantly but silently stood up and yanked his pants down, which only increased our laughter.

“Maybe a warning would be useful next time,” I hollered to the now fully naked guy running towards the exit of our bus.

Brian might’ve been my best friend, but sometimes I questioned his integrity. Geoff promptly trailed behind Brian with his phone ready to record the dare. I stayed behind and waited silently for the next three minutes for the two to come back.

While Brian was putting back on his last article of clothing, he spun the bottle again, pulling us into the cycle of the game. A few rounds later, I had passed on most of my dares, leaving me right over the edge of being drunk. My mind was in a haze, but I was conscious enough to know that if I had another shot, I’d be vomiting and passed out by any minute. Brian was back at it as he sat down from what must’ve been his fifth dare, preparing to spin the bottle. I crossed my fingers that it would miss me like it did for the first couple of spins, but my luck seemed to run out.

I crashed my face into my palms as I waited for Brian to choose the dare. I opened one eye to peek at his whereabouts to find him whispering to Geoff and Matt. This was not going to end up good.

“Calm down Shawny-boy,” Geoff cooed. That only got me more nervous.

“Just cut to the chase, you losers,” I half joked.

“Ok,” Brian started, “I dare you to prank call Y/N and tell her that you cheated on her.”

I suddenly didn’t want to play this game anymore, and I suddenly wanted to punch the crap out of the three friends in front of me. I tried to reason with them, but it didn’t look like they were buying it. ‘A dare is a dare’ they all said.

“I swear you’re so dumb, Brian. Do you not see why this is messed up? Dude, just give me another one. Y/N is gonna hate me!” I tried one last time at persuading them.

“C’mon man,” Matt butted in, “Don’t be the party-pooper.”

I didn’t want to drink at all tonight, but I had already broken that vow I made to myself. All of the same time while my head was spinning, I knew that if I had anymore to drink, the flight tomorrow would be misery. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N, especially when we were already juggling so much. The distance already put so much weight and pressure into the relationship that if I screwed up at all, it’d probably take me cancelling my whole tour to fix the problem. I contemplated the dare and the possible consequences. About to back out of the dare, something clicked in my mind, warning me not to. Before I could turn back, the alcohol spoke for me to reach into the pocket of my jeans to grab my phone.

I don’t know what kicked in when Matt said that, but my lips opened and replied with a ‘fine.’ There’s no doubt that I won’t regret this. 

Unlocking my phone, I searched for Y/N’s name which wasn’t so hard considering how we just called less than two hours ago. I hovered my thumb over the call button, and closed my eyes as my finger grazed the screen. There was no turning back now.

After three rings, Y/N picked up, her soft and sweet voice filled my ears and the room. “Shawn? Are you there?” 

This dare was already taking much more time than we all anticipated, so I cut to the chase to save me from more dread.

I took a deep breath before starting, “Well, um, t-there’s no easy way to say this, Y/N, but I-I um, I cheated on you. I’m so-sorry.”

I waited for her to reply so I could tell her that it was all a sick joke and that I’d never do that to her, but the other side of the line stayed quiet. My heart was beating out of my chest and I suddenly wished I had just taken that one shot of vodka. I also wanted to murder the three friends sitting in front of me, but I guess we can’t always get what we want.

“Y/N? Are you still there?” I started biting my nails as I waited for something, anything.

I heard what sounded like a sniffle before she finally said something. “Shawn, are you drun- actually, never mind. Don’t ever talk to me again. Delete my number, too.”

My eyes widened, finally taking in her words. “No, wai-” I try to interject, but she hung up. My words might’ve been slurred and my mind blurry, but my heart knew that I had just lost her. It was like I was the only one in the room as I tried calling her in front of Matt, Geoff, and Brian. Obviously, it was no luck, and I was on the brim of tears.

“It was a joke,” I sigh as if Y/N was still on the line. 


It was Friday night, and I decided to stay home and relax by myself. I’ve spent the last few days around a lot of people, and now all I wanted to do was binge watch Netflix and hopefully get some phone calls with Shawn in. He was currently in the middle of a concert, so I made sure to follow all of the possible ‘Shawn Update’ accounts on Twitter to get pictures by the second. 

I was so proud of him, but of course sometimes the distance put a strain in our relationship. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but it can occasionally be difficult to have the intimacy of a regular relationship with someone when they’re thousands and thousands of miles away from you. Nonetheless, I was happy for Shawn and his success.

About to take my seat on the couch perched in the living room, I heard the distinct ring tone to my phone. Of course, it was a custom ringtone that Shawn made before he left, which I have no shame in using. I quickly dug out the pillows to fetch my phone and clicked on the accept button of the call even faster when I read the name at the top of my screen.

Once the call connected, I could hear voices in the background and Shawn hushing them. He must’ve been with his friends. I waited for another five seconds, and he still hasn’t said anything.

“Shawn? Are you there?” I questioned.

I finally heard a deep breath from the other line before Shawn began stuttering,  “Well, um, t-there’s no easy way to say this, Y/N, but I-I um, I cheated on you. I’m so-sorry.”

I can’t even describe how I felt at this very moment, because there’s no way to describe how it feels to be back stabbed by someone who you put all of your love and trust into. He sounded way past drunk, barely able to pronounce his words without stuttering.

“Y/N? Are you still there?” My mind quickly scrambled to find a response, but my mouth was as frozen as my mind.

My natural instinct was to get as far away from the problem as possible, which required me to hang up the phone. I thought of something to say, and it might’ve not been the most reasonable, but at this point, I wanted nothing to do with Shawn. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Delete my number, too.” I quickly hung up before he could say something and chucked my phone across the room. I didn’t really look to see where it landed because my vision was beginning to cloud up with tears.

The best way for me to explain how I felt was as if my heart was glass and someone swung a baseball bat through it and then ran me over with a bulldozer. My heart felt as if it literally broke and shattered into a million pieces. The amount of emotional pain I was feeling was equivalent to the hurt I felt when I lost my first dog. To have a bond with someone so close, and to have it destroyed in a matter of minutes, I was practically watching my world collapse right in front of me. Needless to say, I was devastated beyond words.

My phone would not stop ringing, but I didn’t even bother to check who it was. I was too busy trying to understand everything. I felt empty and sick to my bones. I felt like I was drowning and there was nothing I could do to save myself. I wanted to scream, but no noise came out. I felt as if I was suffocating while my lungs were being crushed by the weight of pure pain. It’s truly one of those feelings that you don’t comprehend until you actually experience it. 

Meanwhile, my phone was still buzzing. I so badly wanted to pick up and cross my fingers that this was all some sick joke, but I couldn’t will myself to move.

I was paralyzed in my own seat, but instead of Shawn being the one to save me, he was the one that left me stranded.


We had almost six hours before I’d be on a plane without any service and internet connection, which also means that I have about six hours to explain everything to Y/N. I tried to call her so many times last night, but it’s as if she blocked me. A ‘ding’ sound popped up in my head when I thought about trying to DM her on Twitter and Instagram, but she blocked me on both of those sites. I clenched my fists as I called over Brian, Geoff, and Matt who hesitantly came over.

“You guys are the ones that got me into this, and you guys are the ones that will help me fix this,” I said before any of them could even open their mouths.

I wasn’t used to being so demanding and affirmative, but I only have so many chances of winning Y/N back that it’s really my only choice. The three friends standing in front of me quietly nodded their heads along with me as we brainstormed everything that we could do while I was on the other side of the globe from Y/N.

After two hours and zero ideas later, I crumpled the piece of papers placed in front of me and threw them across the room. I knew this was going to be hard, but I never imagined that I would be stumped for this long. Brian and Matt had left to grab lunch for the four of us, so it was just me and Geoff.

Seconds, minutes, hours passed and Geoff and I still couldn’t think of anything. I knew from the look on his face that he was on the brink of giving up, the only thing stopping him being the tears streaming down my face.

I watched as he got up from his seat. “Look man, our flight is in a few hours and we haven’t thought of anything. I’m lost. I’m sorry about the dare, but I think this is for you and you only to fix.” He left the room, leaving me to think to myself.

I lost Y/N because of a stupid dare, and now I was facing the consequences. My girlfriend’s gone while I’m on the other side of the world.

this is crappy lol oops

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Hybrid!AU Fic Recs

Anonymous said to rbuns: any hybrid!bts fic recommendations

For you anon, a somewhat-comprehensive list of other hybrid!au fics since I’m assuming you’re not asking about mine:

::Disclaimer!! There’s probably a lot more I haven’t mentioned, I doubt I’ve read all of them.::

|| Fics I’ve read and enjoyed!! ||

Sweet Tears by @kitten-dont
      Jungkook x reader, 4 parts [ongoing]
I ADORE THIS and I adore Kitten so ofc it’s going to be here!!

Angel by @starboyjxmin​​
      Jungkook x reader, 1 part [ongoing]
SO GOOD a writing goddess <3

By @kittae
      Heavy Petting (M)
      Jimin x reader
      Favourites and Servants 
      Taehyung x reader
      Tournée du Chat Noir 
Yoongi x reader
      Jin x reader (M) [untitled drabble]
      Jimin x reader [untitled drabble]
      *Another writing goddess, bless <3

By @imaginethisbts
      Out of the Blue (M)
      Jungkook x reader, smut, 3 parts [ongoing?]
      Territory (M) | Disturbed (M) | Drabble (M)

      *Holy shit >////<

By @arrianna21
      Growing Pains | Morning Cuddles | Of Nicknames and Kisses |
      Swimming with the Pheromones (M)

      Taehyung x reader x Yoongi, last one is smut ;)
      From Sour to Sweet
      Yoongi x reader (Yoongi’s backstory)
      Bloody Heaven
      Jimin x reader x Hoseok
      *I love them all omg she writes really well AND THEY’RE ALL LONG AF

BunBun (M) by @jungkookienoona
Jungkook x reader, smut, 3 parts [completed]
      * Another good one oml >///< let me live (her other series is rlly good too!)

Teething (M) by @sue-bts
Jungkook x reader, smut, 2 parts [completed??]
I don’t have an explanation for you but she’s good

Call Me Kitten by @tumblingtae
Jimin x reader, fluff, 2 parts?
      *Always one of the cutest god damn things I’ll ever read oml

|| Fics that aren’t BTS but are still good ||

Funny Habits by @jungnoir
Hyungwon x reader
      *Cute as hell yes pls

@oh-beyond​‘s amazing Exo Hybrid series!
      *I will sing praise for this series and her all day ily <3

[I’ll add more here later but I just wanted to get the BTS one’s out since the anon asked for those! I have read some other EXO and GOT7 ones as well, so I’ll add those later!!]

|| Fics I haven’t read yet! (but I am going to read) ||

By @milkguks
      Missing You
Yoongi x reader
      oh pretty kitty, this bath wasn’t meant for two
Yoongi x reader

Carnations by @cloudygyeom
      Yugyeom x reader, 5 parts [ongoing??]
*its looking promising af god bless

This probably isn’t all of them, but there’s a fair few! Oh gosh this took forever though. I will come back later as I read more and add to this, but until then this is the list I have compiled so far! It’s mostly BTS since that’s what the anon asked for, but I will add more for other fandoms too, don’t worry!! Also if you guys have read some other good ones not mentioned that you’d like to recommend, feel free to recommend them! (inbox is always open <3).

update on updates?

To make it short: 

I’m moving out to live abroad next month, my posts are rarer due to all the hustle to take care of, but bear with me til mid October once everything kinda settles down we get back to our bone-boys, gosh i miss drawing them soooo much. 

(There will be more commissions posted this week, special thanks to you guys! you helped me out this month!)

-Flops on the bed-

Originally posted by richdifeo

Back Off ♡ Jay Park

Originally posted by mvssmedia

warnings: swearing, slight dirty talk{not a smut}

ps: i was trying way to hard to be funny so dont mind me

“Baby, you gotta wake up before we’re late.. for the millionth time,” Jay exaggerated while shaking me by my waist. 

“I was never the reason why we were late for any occasion. The only reason why we’re ever late is because you can’t take your eyes off of a damn mirror, spray 10 more pounds of cologne, take hour shits, and–” 

“Okay, I get it. Now would you get your lazy ass up, and get ready? We’re meeting AOMG and most of my friends at the club,” Jay sighed.

I wasn’t getting up early, and Jay knew that which is why he made it his goal to try his best, and wake up his lazy ass girlfriend who he loved so much yet wanted to just throw her into a pool and move away to another country so he won’t get murdered by his feisty girlfriend. 

I put my palm against his face, and pushed him away from mine while closing my eyes and regaining my beauty sleep. “Please baby, just get up,” Jay exasperated while putting his face into my neck and plastering little kisses that he knew were my weakness. 

“Give me a minute, baby,” I yawned.

“You like opening your mouth wide open, don’t you?” Jay smirked. Trust your own boyfriend to turn every innocent thing into something naughty. 

I giggled before rolling around and leaning in trying to give him a kiss on the lips. To my surprise, he moved his head real quick before pointing a finger to bathroom and saying, “Toothbrush.” 


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 I summed up the most interesting things Adam said during this interview.


During his first auditions for the role Daron was impressed by how good Adam was at making “fighting sounds”. He thanked his years of martial arts for that.

- When Adam had to come up with a voice for Marco, having seen his pictures, he thought that he looked like a “kid with a sweet demeanor who sort of wants to be a bad boy”, and he essentially used what’s his normal voice, with a higher pitch.

- Adam sometimes feels like he’s reliving his teenage years by voicing Marco, and said that when he read the script for Sleepover he was shocked to see the piano scene, since he essentially did the same to impress the girls over at his house for his sister’s sleepovers. 

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shadowedsoulforever  asked:

prompt: Tony talking on the phone and being flirty/sassy as always. A pair of pining Supersoldiers hear the phone call and become jealous and sulky thinking Tony's dating someone. So, they decide to continue to pine from afar. However, when it comes to light that the person on the other end of the phone call was Pepper, Bucky and Steve have had enough and decide to bite the bullet and finally confess. Tony, who has been pining for them as well, accepts! Also, bonus smutty ending?

I think this turned out a little different than you wanted, and I switched Pepper to Rhody because I thought it worked better.  Hope you like it!


“I cant do it.” Steve finally shut his book and tossed it onto the couch, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I cant listen to Tony have one more smarmy, kissy phone call with who ever he is dating. I cant.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky was face down on the floor, groaning miserably. “I mean, does he have to be so cute with them? Around us?”

“Well its not his fault he doesnt know that we want him.” Steve pointed out. “Its not like he’s purposefully rubbing it in our face. Right? I mean, even if Tony knew how we felt he wouldnt… he wouldnt actually do that on purpose, would he?”

“I dont know. Maybe he’s really that cruel.”

“I refuse to believe that.” Steve said, sounding upset and Bucky shrugged against the floor.

“Hey. We love him in spite of his pettiness, right? If this is what he’ s doing to us then…”

“Oh my gosh, you’re so funny. I cant believe you just said that!” Tony suddenly was back in the room, phone cradled between his ear and his shoulder, eating ice cream and giggling himself half to death over whatever the person on the other line was saying. “Have you been drinking? I love when you’re drunk, jesus christ. You coming home soon? I miss you!”

“Its like the end of the world.” Bucky grabbed a pillow from the couch and slammed it over his ears. “Tell him to shut up.”

“Theres no way in hell Im telling him to–”

“Guys!” Tony snapped and frowned at them. “Im talking. Go complain somewhere else!”

“Thats it.” Bucky jumped to his feet and snatched the phone right out of Tonys hands. “Tony’s gonna have to call you back.” He said to the person on the other end, and hung up before dragging Tony back to the couch to sit between them.

“Tony.” Steve sighed. “Look, sorry about Bucky, first of all. But seriously. Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Doing what? I was on the phone!!”

“Are you purposefully talking to whoever that is in front of us? Because its killing us and–”

“Wait, why would it be killing you?” Tony asked curiously and Bucky groaned.

“Tony. You have to know that we are crazy about you. I mean, neither one of us are very subtle. But then you spend half the day making kissy faces and giggling into the phone and seriously Tony Im gonna lose my goddamn mind.”

“You guys like me.” Tony stated, and his eyes were sparkling. “You like me, and you think Ive been on the phone with someone I like?”

“Well who else do you talk to like that?”

“Um. Its Rhodey.” Tony looked like he was trying not to scream with laughter. “He’s on vacation in the carribean with his family, and has been drunk for days and we have been talking to each other for hours everyday.”

“You call Rhodey honeybear?” Steve said suspiciously and then his face cleared. “Oh my god, you definitely call Rhodey honeybear.”

“Yeah. Since MIT.” Tony still was trying not to laugh. “Um, so you guys have been all bent out of shape because my drunk ass friend has me on speakerphone while he’s picking up chicks and I cant stop laughing about it. So you know.. you two need to chill.”

“God damn it.” Bucky muttered. “Well that was about the least smooth way Ive ever told a fella I was interested in him.”

“It really was.” Tony was biting his lip now, his cheeks bright red. “But you know, Im flattered. Cuz I like you guys too. Both of you. Lots.”

“Yeah?” Steve looked hopeful. “So we didnt ruin this by being ridiculous?”

“No.” Tony shook his head quickly. “Even though, I mean I dont know, you might have to let me top a few times to make up for it.”

Bucky and Steve exchanged a look.

“I am surprisingly okay with that.” Bucky said slowly. “But not this time.”

“This time?” Tony raised an eyebrow, then shrieked when Steve snatched him and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Yeah, we’re gonna wreck you this time, Tony.”

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Day 2: Remember

For @jonxsansafanfiction Day 2 - Comic Book/Graphic Novel Couples

Summary: It takes him seventy years to realise he’s in love with her and she’s no longer the girl he once knew. They’re both different now, fighting on different sides, him as Captain America and her as the ruthless Winter Soldier, but Jon refuses to believe this isn’t his Sansa and he’ll do whatever it takes to reach her. 

It has been seventy years since he crash landed in the Arctic, seventy years since he’s seen a familiar face, and although the technological advancements of the twenty-first century are something to marvel over, Jon doesn’t feel particularly that impressed by it. New York is harsher than he remembers, colder in a way that the war never brought out; people are always rushing from one place to another, shoving and yelling at each other without a modicum of respect. His New York wasn’t perfect, Jon knows this, and he remembers the injustices and the cruelty that lurked at every corner, but he misses the community. He misses his mum, though she died years before he ever even enlisted in the war, but most of all, he misses the Starks. Great big overprotective Robb, tough little Arya, kind and smart Bran and young baby Rickon.

But of course… her. Oh, he misses her like a bird longs for flight. In a way, the comparison is apt. She was his freedom, her smile his salvation and her eyes his home.

They hadn’t always been as close as they were. Sansa was different to the Starks. She longed for a life on the stage, to be front and centre, dancing and twirling batons to help lift the spirits of the troops overseas. It was her way of giving back, she always said. Jon never liked the idea, only so much as he didn’t like the idea of Sansa ever being anywhere near the line of duty, but once that girl sets her mind to something, she always does it.

It was a source of contention between them for much of their childhood. At first, Jon couldn’t understand why she would want to be a dancer. He was a stubborn ass though, so this wasn’t news; he simply couldn’t see how a dancing troupe could affect the war positively in any way. She should’ve been more like Arya, raring to fight alongside the men and doing her damndest to do so. That was true bravery in his eyes. But then that all changed.

Jon was walking home from the recruitment centre, rejected again for the umpteenth time for being medically unfit, when he came across a group of known bullies ragging on some poor kid only an inch shorter than Jon himself. The rage was abrupt, curling and roiling inside of him, and he had his hands in fists before he even stepped off the pavement. But a second later, Jon realised he didn’t have to. A sweet voiced called out, sharp and soft but no less demanding.

“Why don’t you boys pick on someone your own size, huh?” Sansa stepped up to the three large brutes. Jon felt his hackles rise, a deep, surprising need to protect her surging forward.

But she was smiling and it seemed to soften the blow as the three boys merely appraised her, taking in the curve of her hips, emphasised by the cinched waist of her dress. “This is America, dollface. We gotta show we’re tough. Letting these tweeds walk around while the rest are fighting ain’t good. You understand.”

Sansa’s smile tightened. “What I understand is you aren’t out there fighting either, so I suggest you go on get yourself enlisted before the girls around here find out you’re all cowards.”

“Hey, who said we haven’t! We were just –”

“I’m not saying anything,” Sansa interrupted with a pretty arch of her brow. She walked up to the one clearly in charge and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Big boys like you will surely do us all proud, right?”

Within seconds, Sansa had all three boys eating out of the palm of her hands before they all went scurrying away to prove their worth somewhere else. Almost as soon as they were gone, she hurried to kneel beside the younger boy and propped a hand behind his head.

“Hey, hey,” she murmured. “Are you alright there? Gosh, I’m so sorry about them. They’re mean ones. If my brother was home, he would’ve…” Sansa stopped abruptly and inhaled sharply, whilst shaking her head. “You remind me of someone, you know? Real tough guy too.”

The boy, barely a year or two older than Bran, sniffled and shook his head. “I’m not tough, miss.”

After getting the boy to sit up, Sansa inclined her head and smiled, genuinely now. “What? Looked like you were being mighty tough from where I was.” She gave a soft chuckle. “It’s easy to answer life with violence. It’s harder to weather its beatings.”

The boy looked doubtful as he wiped at his bloodied nose, the sleeve of his shirt coming away crimson and wet.

“Trust me,” Sansa said, helping him stand. “That someone I know? He’s real brave, just like you. Gets into more fights than you’d believe but he keeps going, you know? Keeps on getting up, putting up his fists like he knows what to do with ‘em. Real dumbass too, but… brave.”

That was him… Wasn’t it?

Jon couldn’t understand it. Never in his years of knowing the Starks had Sansa ever really spoken to him and yet she… admired him? It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. And with a clouded mind and a conflicted heart, Jon walked away that day, trying to reconcile this image of snobby Sansa Stark with the one he had just witnessed.

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Wings [Part 50] || Taehyung


Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - With a miracle that is never before seen, Taehyung is free of a life sentence that had held him captive for centuries. And now he is finally returning to where he belongs.

Prologue ; Part 49

Taehyung had just two people to bid goodbyes to: Your mother, who had so tactfully taught him the things she’d learned, to survive and live, who had been an absolute sweetheart, and of course, just like a mother to him.

She wrapped Taehyung in a motherly embrace, her arms strong yet delicate around him as he clasped onto her. With a soft and inaudible prayer, she left him, her eyes twinkling with fondness and love, her fingers wrapping around Taehyung’s own while she looked at him. ‘Take care of my daughter, Taehyung. And maybe, if you think she can take it, let her know that I sent a lot of love.’ Her eyes crinkled at the corners, brimming with tears that he’d never seen the woman shed. Only then did he notice the shadow of longing in her eyes - perhaps she could come too.

'No, my son. I can’t possibly leave this place. You’ve got a chance out of hundreds of thousands, don’t let that slip away.’ She replied to his thought. He nodded his head hesitantly, barely trusting his voice as he took in her youthful face. Although she hadn’t aged physically, Taehyung was wise enough to know that she was as old as his grandmother. He could see the deteriorating youth in her eyes, if not read it on her facial features. He hugged her again, one last time, voicing a promise to always take care of her daughter.

Next, the last person he had to say goodbye to was none other than the reason he was leaving in the first place. He’d be the one to turn him into a mortal, and sending him to the real world - to you. Taehyung walked through the massive doors that lead to the court room and immediately, his eyes fell upon his dear friend who with such grace, occupied the throne.

Dressed in robes of black, red and gold - maybe he’d never find out why his friend had an obsession with gold - Min Yoongi got to his feet, the courtier who was reading a very much boring Royal Decree, stopping his speech once he noticed the king was not even for a second paying attention to his words. With two arms spread, the kind proceeded towards his one and only close friend, his arms finding themselves wrapped around Taehyung in a hug. The last thing Taehyung would have ever expected.

The gasps and yelps that echoed in the room were proudly ignored by the two friends, who said their goodbyes in long silence. Taehyung was the first to pull away.

'I don’t think I could ever thank you enough, Yoongi.’ A trembling smile was set on the male’s lips. The same was returned.

'You don’t ever have to,’ Yoongi said, his long, raven hair hiding much of his eyes. 'Ready to meet her after five long months?’ Yoongi asked with mirth in his voice, as though he himself were leaving. He couldn’t help it - he just felt this certain happiness to finally being able to set his friend free. And he was sure, others would follow. It could take years, and maybe millennium, but he’d never stop trying.

Taehyung nodded his head subtly, still wishing he could stay with him. The king flicked the Sinner’s forehead, 'Stop it. Now, keep your thoughts quiet, I need to concentrate.’

Taehyung bit his lip as he watched the king take a few steps back, leaving a good space of two feet between them. With a deep exhale, Yoongi shut his eyes and his lips began moving in an inaudible chanting of a prayer. Or that’s what it looked like to Taehyung. And then slowly, Taehyung felt his feet lift from the ground, like he was being pulled. He felt the area where his wings were attached to his skin burn, the stinging turning to a smouldering heat. It felt like his skin was melting. But he knew what was happening: He was being stripped off his wings; the same wings that were his pride, once upon a time. The same wings that Yoongi had deemed useless to reattach.

Then it struck him - this was planned way before Taehyung had understood the young man who still had his eyes closed - his lips still moving in silence. A perfect score for Min Yoongi, the King of the Underworld.

He would’ve smiled at him if it weren’t for the vanquishing pain. His throat tore as he let out a feral scream, a weight suddenly lifting off his back and the pain residing in its own pace. His shoulders sagged, and he noticed how high he’d gotten off the floor. Perhaps around ten feet. He watched Yoongi, his eyes feeling droopy as he did so, but he wanted to remember him - his first friend in this cruel world.

He kept watching even as the king’s eyes opened, the court room in hushed silence as they too watched the miracle. A word they never thought would come to reality in a realm like this. In a realm so cruel, hope was all lost the moment foot was stepped onto the gravel. Yoongi looked up at Taehyung, who now had lost all his traits that had once kept him tied to Kronell. Taehyung felt his vision blacken, but fought against it. Longer, he pleaded with his body; he wanted to stay with Yoongi a little longer, even if he stood ten feet below him. Yoongi sent him a winning smile, 'My mother loved gold! So it naturally became mine as well!’ He laughed as he watched Taehyung disappear - his form vaporizing into thin air, never to return again.

Ah, Taehyung grinned as he slipped into darkness. He found out why Yoongi loved the color, after all.

'Never forget me, Taehyung,’ Yoongi whispered, his friend finally disappearing from his kingdom forever, 'And I’ll never forget you.’

You stared at the graduation cap and gown that hung on the wall right beside your bed. It was there as a reminder of how much time had actually passed. Calendars just seemed to tell you when Jin, Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung had left you.

Your eyes averted to the picture beside the gown - to your class photo. The last memories you had of your friends at University, and a spot right above you remained empty - it had been reserved for Hoseok. You swept two fingers over the spot.

It had been a week since your graduation.  And you’d surprised yourself by passing the finals with the highest distinction. You’d won yourself offers at many top-notch companies. It was like you life was set. But, that could wait. For now, you just wanted to take a break and organize yourself.

Your fingers curled and uncurled, them feeling stiff all of a sudden. Bringing your palms up to your line of vision, you ran your sight along the two long scars than ran the diagonal length of your palm. It had come from holding that feather-dagger so many months ago.

But for some reason, it felt just like yesterday.

Sighing, you walked away from the wall and towards your balcony. You looked out the window - it was a fairly pleasant day, the sky was slightly cloudy with warm breeze blowing through your hair. But even with the whistling of the wind, the house felt empty - silent.

Naturally it would: Jungkook had left just two days after your graduation with his group to the States. They had more polishing to do before they could debut - years long dream of your younger brother. And you prayed for that to become reality, every day without fail. Your lips parted into a smile as you remembered the day of your graduation. Jungkook had been such a sweetheart and attended your graduation, and had then later taken you out to dinner.

'But, I don’t think you can afford this, Kook.’ You’d told him. He simply waved your remark away, his god-forsaken smirk planted on his face.

'You’re my sister, Y/N. And you have no idea how proud I am to have you as my family. So, Y/N,’ he’d said, pulling out the chair and letting you sit before taking his place in front of you, 'why don’t you enjoy this moment while it lasts? Because I can assure you I won’t ever be able to take you out on a dinner like this again.’ He’d joked, and you’d laughed heartily along with him. That night felt right - and after so long, you’d finally felt genuinely happy. And throughout the night, Jungkook had been a gentleman you’d never thought him to be. Whoever he would find, would definitely be the luckiest.

You trudged out of your room and shuffled your way into the kitchen. Maybe you should try to make some coffee. It’d been months since you’d last had one. Or even made one.

Taehyung woke up in a dimly lit alley. He flinched when he saw a rat scurrying close to his leg. 'Out of all the places he could’ve left me,’ Taehyung began mumbling as he picked himself up, dusting himself with his hands, 'he picked an alley. Great move, Min Yoongi. Totally appreciate it.’ Taehyung scoffed playfully at his own words. Then he froze.

How long had he been out? A day? Hours?

His hand instinctively came up as he looked at his wrist. He clicked his tongue. Of course he didn’t have a watch with him…what was he thinking? But with the sufficient light that seeped into the ally, he prayed it was only post afternoon. First, he’d have to get out of the alley and maybe get himself to smell fresh if he’d really spent a day in here - he raised his arm and sniffed his armpit. He was impressed - he wasn’t stinking at all.

Second, he’d have to find your apartment. He prayed he remembered how it looked, if not your floor.

Then third, he’d have to meet you. God, he was feeling nauseous already.

He walked towards the light and found himself on a mildly busy footpath as he emerged from the darkness. Great, now to search for your apartment. He looked around, his eyes blatantly searching the area and then when he was just about to turn around to the opposite direction, he took a double take.

A familiar apartment stood a few blocks away, the gates looking way more familiar to him. A grin ripped his lips apart.

Dodging and twirling, he made his away through the mild crowd and ran as fast as he could towards the apartment - more specifically, the gates. His ripped jeans made it all the more easier to run as he closed in on the gates of the apartment residence. He slowed down as he reached closer, jogging turning to walking before he finally stood in the same place he’d first kissed you on a chilly night, and said goodbye to you, for what he thought was forever. And now here he was, standing in that exact spot again, staring at your building, his eyes immediately finding a lit window on the tenth floor. He knew where you lived! He remembered!

Calming his breath, he inhaled deeply before walking towards the gates that opened upon his arrival, the guard barely sparing him a glance while Taehyung watched the incredulous man in a scrutinizing manner. He was different. Perhaps the previous had left as well. Shrugging his shoulders, he jogged through the entrance of the apartment and had gone straight to the lift. His heart was beating like a sledgehammer pounding against concrete. With shaky hands, he pressed the number ten among the other buttons in the elevator, the world now seeming to slow down a great deal.

He watched as the numbers proceeded one by one, way slower than his heart was pumping. There’s no rush. Absolutely no rush at all. But his impatient tapping of feet on the floor of the elevator and fidgeting of his fingers screamed otherwise.

Then when he finally felt his heart beat reducing to a normal pace, the elevator dinged, and opened. It was the tenth floor already. His pulse skyrocketed. He felt sweat accumulate around his hairline, his palms wiping themselves on the sides of his jeans.

Butterflies fluttered around like crazy in his stomach as he approached your door and finally stood in front of it.

Digest them! He reprimanded himself. Clearing his throat, he extended a fist, ready to knock on the door. He was just about to, but he pulled his arm back. Possibilities that he hadn’t thought about before, came crashing down: What if you’d left? What if you weren’t living in the area anymore? Or in the country? Would all of this be in vain?

He pondered over puerile thoughts, having a very much dramatic melee with himself. If Yoongi had been there, he’d probably knock him out and then ring the bell, leaving Taehyung to get embarrassed over his actions. But Yoongi wasn’t here to reprimand him now.

It was now or never. His friend had sacrificed too much for this. He couldn’t just let it break apart.

But if you were really gone…

He punched his fist onto the doorbell. Then his eyes widened as he began cursing silently at the pain that shot through his arm.

You heard the bell ring.

Groaning loudly, you rolled your eyes at the unmade coffee and began making your way to the door. Was the landlord dumb? You were not ready to give the extra room, in this case, Jungkook’s room for rent! And this was his third visit today. If he had come again with a random person who was looking for a place to live, you’d probably shove one of your slippers into his face. Not bothering to look through the peephole, you were already complaining as you began opening the door.

'Look, Mr. Lee, I told you-’ You words stopped as you saw a man in front of your door bent forward, clutching his fist. He straightened almost instantly, knocking the air out of your lungs as a familiar scent rushed towards your nose, your eyes taking a second longer to interpret the identity of the blond man who stood in front of you wearing ripped jeans and a shirt, never having looked so fine before.

'Taehyung…’ Your voice came out as a whisper, your eyes probably as wide as saucers - mirroring his.

And then that moment of shock broke, and you flung yourself onto the man.

Taehyung grunted as he caught you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your waist with a silent chuckle and dipping his head into the crook of your neck, taking your scent in as he relished the feeling of you in his arms. He walked into the apartment, his leg kicking the door close. Then he just stood there, holding you in his arms while you cried your eyes out onto his shoulder.

Hours later, you were still finding the fact that Taehyung, the same man whose mate you were - and still are - he assured you, was laying right beside you on your bed, your head currently resting on his chest that raised and fell, his heart finally beating in rhythm, unbelievable. His fingers played with your hair while his other hand ran soothingly the length of your arm.

'What are you thinking?’ Taehyung questioned, and for a second, he felt weird for asking so. Because the first thing he’d be able to do was listen to your thoughts. But now that he was very much a mortal, he had things to adjust to.

'You’re on my mind. Just, you.’ You replied without hesitation. He sighed, his hand stilling against your arm before he used his fingers to tip your head, making you look at him. He placed a firm kiss on your lips, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake, as he gazed right at you.

'I’m with you now, Y/N. And I’m never leaving you again.’ He promised.

And for the first time in five months, you slept soundly that night.

Next morning you awoke to a sunny day, the light almost blinding you as you opened your eyes. Your hand stretched over the mattress and you felt the cold sheets, making your eyes snap open. You jolted upwards, the comforter almost falling off your naked chest as you got ready to shout Taehyung’s name.

You opened your mouth, when the door to your room opened and a shirtless Taehyung walked in, two cups in his hands. 'Good morning, love.’ He knelt on the mattress and leaned over to peck you on the lips. You stared at him wide eyed before everything settled well in your mind. You had to stop being so paranoid. And what Taehyung asked next, did just that.



Now to finish my pending requests - I’m so sorry for the delays. *Sweats nervously*

For you? Anything: Harry Hook x Reader PART 2

Part 1 // 3 //

Anyways, here’s part 2! I’ve decided that I want to make this at least 3 or 4 parts, also I love Gil he’s my favorite. 

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Rating: T for future swearing and Harry Hook in general

Word Count: 2.3k 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Disney’s Descendants, sadly. Disney does :(

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