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Talks Machina (Episode 88 spoilers!)

Highlights from this week’s episode:

  • This week’s pre-show message from Denise: “Brian is a puppet and I’m pulling the strings.”
  • Overwatch mention! Brian shout-outs D.Va, Marisha’s all about Symmetra, Matt breaks out the McCree voice.
  • 1PM Saturday, much of CR will be playing Mansions of Madness on the stream, and Matt will be guesting on a show at 11AM as well.
  • Brian: Our special guest, Gil Ramirez. Marisha: (whispers) Don’t fuck us, Gil.
  • Gil was helping out in the twitch chat from episode one. He’s also been smithing for sixteen years!
  • Gil uses liquid mercury to balance his steel dice. Travis: …you just have liquid mercury hanging around?
  • Gil and Taliesin both have a periodic table collection.
  • Gil takes off his button-down to reveal a t-shirt that just reads “Don’t fuck me, Gil.” with “Dammit Gil!” on the back.
  • Gil pulls out cards that read “Malks Tachina” that are all sick burns on Brian.
  • 4:46:50 total gameplay time last week. VM had 936 total HP at the start of the kraken battle, ended with 70 total HP.
  • A fan points out the similarities between the kraken fight and the Kobayashi Maru in Star Trek–an unwinnable fight to see how you do under great pressure. Marisha points out that nobody is expected to do the Aramente alone, but they’re never told that explicitly, so Keyleth’s been figuring that out, and that was one of the big lessons here. When she decided to planeshift out, she had to trust that Grog was going to finish it without her. She’s been moving beyond her previous urge to be self-sacrificial.
  • Matt points out that if Keyleth had stayed, Grog probably would’ve stayed until the end, too, and things would’ve gone a lot worse.
  • Matt wasn’t playing the kraken to full intelligence (his argument being that the rules-as-written version is better suited to being a full-arc villain kind of deal), but if they’d decided to talk to it, it probably would’ve stalled long enough to get everyone exactly where it wanted them.
  • Travis on Tary not using Luck to reroll: Either he is the most genius, maniacal character in a long-running arc… or he just rolled shitty dice because Gil fucked him.
  • Keyleth would’ve rather failed the Aramente than kill the kraken or lose her party.
  • A question on screen flashes twice. Laura (who isn’t even on the show this week) immediately tweets “Two flashes!! Free Denise.”
  • Grog was trying to abide by Keyleth’s rules of not killing the thing, but his whole priority was getting Vax out, because he realized that not getting him out while he was unconscious might’ve meant losing his body for good. Matt points out that it worked out well that it was always Grog getting eaten, because he was more likely than most of the other party members to deal enough damage to get out.
  • Why didn’t the water ashari let Korren and Keyleth know Vilya was suspected dead? Matt starts to answer, then admits it’s mostly just to maintain narrative drama, because that’s how storytelling works.
  • Gil wonders whether one of the lodestones could be Keyleth’s mom. Marisha: …my mom is octopoo?
  • Grog’s decision on leaving Tary mostly boiled down to “…eh.” Grog didn’t mind too much that Percy made him go back for Tary, because he didn’t feel too strongly about leaving him behind, but there might be consequences once Friends wears off.
  • Keyleth would’ve definitely still planeshifted out if Grog and Vax’s positions had been reversed. She trusted that Vax would’ve managed to get out, too.
  • Travis’ wise words on the Raven Queen: “Didn’t she need the blood jacuzzi to get the thing going?”
  • Travis thinks Grog would be interested in participating in Vax’s ritual.
  • Travis was stoked for Vax to join the Dead Club, but he has no idea how it’s going to go because of the Raven Queen.
  • Matt re: people yelling about revivify/resurrection no matter the outcome: “I… mostly don’t care. I’m still a sensitive boy.”
  • Brian brings back the intro to the first episode, in which Matt points out that this is the continuation of a home-game and number-crunching shouldn’t be the priority. Of course, Critrolestats is an exception: “They keep track of the numbers we like.”
  • Brian: “Discussions are great, and we love talking about the show even if we disagree… but when it gets to be this weird thing where people are… it’s like, guys, you’re kind of embarrassing yourself. Like, give me a break, dad. Maybe intense scrutiny of a D&D game that’s on the internet isn’t the best way to live your life.”
  • Travis: “I’ll never go on [reddit]. It requires reading, right?”
  • Matt thinks the kraken was probably watching the party for a while, and then Tary’s natural one was a focus point. If they hadn’t failed that challenge, they might’ve had to fight it as they were escaping.
  • The one spell Marisha forgot to write down on her spell sheet was Freedom of Movement, which would’ve been incredibly clutch in the fight. Matt forgot about it, too.
  • Matt points out that everyone had an extremely stressful week leading up to that episode. Brian mentions that he’s known everyone for a while, now, and they all generally act the same on-screen as they do off-screen, so they’re not gonna be putting on an act. Sometimes you just get a bit of a slog playing D&D when everyone’s exhausted, but it can still be fun as long as people aren’t going over every decision with a magnifying glass.
  • SURPRISE ASHLEY WITH AMAZING HAT ON AFTER-DARK

After dark:

  • The first shot after the break is just a close-up of Trinket.
  • Matt to Travis, in one of the best out-of-context quotes thus far: “So what you’re saying is that your deviantart is full of vore?”
  • If Grog had an intelligence of 20 for 24 hours, he’d probably go down to Percy’s workshop and build something.
  • Matt ran a session pre-stream that was just Pike and Vax, in which the two of them had to fight a chimera. There was also one that was just Vax, Scanlan, and Pike.
  • If Grog had been left behind and died, Ashley thinks Pike would’ve pulled a Scanlan and left the party, then would’ve gone to go live under the sea until she found him, and would’ve kept his body until she got True Resurrection, “even if it took a hundred years”, so she could bring him back.
  • Matt re: Keyleth being the only one who hasn’t died: “No, there’s a reason for that. Because she’s my fiancee and I give her special treatment.” Marisha: “Don’t say that even in jest!” Matt: “No, if that were true, I wouldn’t sleep on the couch as often.” Marisha: “They’ll believe that, too! They’ll actually think that’s true!”
  • Ten or higher on that saving throw and Grog would’ve died in the kraken. Matt rolled a nine (which is why he tweeted the picture).
  • Marisha’s biggest fear re: ways for her character to die was tripping and falling in lava, which just about happened, so almost anything else would’ve been okay in comparison. Brian: “Keyleth died doing what she loved: a series of errors.” Marisha: “Failing.”
  • Travis’s Xbox gamertag is MeatyAlbatross.

Summary: Five snapshots of Jughead’s and Betty’s life when Jughead had nowhere to stay and Betty was hiding him in her room. 

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(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!) 


Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him, and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.

Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed, text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm, head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her. Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.

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Protective | archie andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes right until the act stop being act?

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?

Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.

Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick up the damn ph-”

The sound of her best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling. “Hello?”

“It’s about time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred times! I could have been dying and-“

Cody noticed the nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.

“I lied to my sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.

“About…?” He trailed.

“That I had a boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.

Cody hummed, following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told me that. So, what’s the problem?" 

"The idiot decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping if you could come over and play the part.”

Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He asked, needing confirmation.

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously. “I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s weakness.

Cody quickly sat up, “I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Y/N smiled widely. “Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t see him. “What time will your sister get there?“ 

"She said she was about 2 hours away,” she answered.

“Alright, I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody smiled as Y/N laughed.

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Say Goodbye to the Hood: Part 1

AN: Welcome to part one of Tim’s Soulmark series. I feel like a lot of us are probably going to really identify with the reader’s personality this time. I really hope you like it.

Words: 762

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    You stare at the picture with interest before turning back to the thread. You watch in real time as your fellow fans upload their screams in written format. It’s all the same: ‘he lost the hood’, ‘the hood is gone’, ‘no more hood!’ You type just four little words, ‘his hair is longer’, and you watch your screen explode with comments.  

    You smile at your fellow Red Robin fangirls before leaning back into your pillows. You love this community. It’s supportive and safe, not like some of the other fandoms you’ve been a part of. And you all have one common interest: the heroes who protect your world.

    Of course there are the subsets within the fandom, but for the most part, you find yourself at home in all of them. It’s the one place you can be yourself. The one place you feel comfortable.

    Reluctantly you push away from your computer and grab your backpack. You’re careful to be quiet as you slip out of your dorm room. You grab a quick breakfast, careful to keep your eyes on your phone screen. You stuff your earbuds in, and begin making your way across the campus, and so the day begins.

    By the time your day is finished, you’re completely drained. Between worrying over every word you’d said in class and stressing over three papers, all you want to do it crawl under the covers and sleep until graduation.

    And yet, you hesitate at the door to your room. You can hear your roommate and her friends talking, and you want to cry. You don’t have anything left to give today, you’re not up for the niceties society requires, you just want to sleep.  

    That’s when you hear what they’re saying, “So she’s one of those hero geeks right? I mean look at all the posters.”

    “That is so sad.”

    Your roommate laughs, “She spends all her time on the computer, and I swear she never goes to any of the parties or anything. She’ s missing the entire college experience.”

    You’re filled with rage. For a moment, you imagine bursting through the door and telling them off. You plan out each word carefully, and even manage to grip the doorknob, but in the end you walk away.

    You make your way out of the dorm and on the streets. You know you can’t head back to your room before they’re gone. Your rage is slowly fading and turning to sadness. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

    You’re not exactly sure why it hurts. It’s been this way your entire life. You’ve always been on the outside. You never like the popular things, and inserting yourself into groups is as painful as sawing off a limb. You’ve grown used to it. So why does it hurt?

    You stop in the middle of the sidewalk and stare up at the sky. You take in a deep gulp of air, and try to find ten different things to focus on. You need to calm down. Being out late on Bludhaven’ s streets, even on campus could be dangerous at night. You take a deep breath and start looking: street lamp, sign, mailbox, gun!

    Your eyes go wide as the barrel of a gun stares you down. “Hand over your bag, now.”

    You freeze as the panic attack starts, and then he’s reaching for the bag, and you let go as he pulls. He flies backwards and lands on the ground. You run. The sound of the gun going off startles you and you trip, hitting the pavement hard.You lay there paraylzed by the fear, as your body trembles.

    And then fingers lightly touch your back, before the whole hand settles there. And then a soft voice says, “It’s okay, you’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you,” and you freeze.

    Your eyes go to your right wrist. The sleeve of your sweater has inched up just enough that the words are visible. You want to cry, because the person is missing the most crucial words.

    You shut your eyes and wish for the day to be over, as the person’s hands move to your upper arms and pull you into a sitting position, and then he says, “Miss, I promise you’re alright now.”

    You’re eyes flash open, and you stare into the face of your favorite hero. The shocks paralyzes your body, because he just said the rest of the words. Your favorite superhero is your soulmate, and all you can say is, “You got rid of the hood.” 

Sons of Lawrence #14

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters. Mentioned - Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,432
Warnings: I’m a horrible person. I’m sorry.
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
Miss the beginning? GIF credit [x][x] Picture found on Google Images.

From the moment you slipped into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness, you ran as far as you could. Away from the constant stabs of pain in your gut; the way the serrated blades caught on and tore through your skin, slicing ungracefully through the layers of muscles and organs. Or the constant pulse of your heartbeat against your brain. It was crippling, making you cry out wordlessly in utter agony. But it didn’t matter how far you went, you could still feel the hot bursts of Gadreel’s breath on your neck, smell the sourness of it on the tip of his tongue. Blood and violence got him off, and you could feel him go hard against your back, the way his body shuddered as desire rolled through him.

The helplessness you felt was nothing compared to three years ago. You remembered dragging yourself across the floor, slipping in your own blood as you sought out your cell phone. You had been so sure you were going to die, that if you could have, you would be laughing at yourself. Because now, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Gadreel would succeed in killing you.

You don’t know how long you’d been running or how long you’d been hidden in the deepest part of yourself, rocking back and forth, whispering nonsense to yourself when a gruff voice was talking to you, begging you to wake up.

“Baby, please,” he pleaded, emotion choking him. “I need you to wake up.”

You knew that voice, you just couldn’t place it. It was enough to fill you with curiosity and pull you from the ground. He said it again, clearer this time, and that’s when it hit you. “Dean,” you breathed, his name rolling off your tongue effortlessly.

There was a brush of calloused skin on your hand and it made you jump back. Not because it scared you, but because it sent a thrill slithering down your spine. A sense of urgency pushed down the fear, stomping it into nothing. With your heart pounding, you tore away from your safe place and ran towards Dean’s voice.

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Delirious

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 


“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee

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Yoongi invited to a Latin American wedding

You haven’t been able to hide your excitement since the day your favorite cousin/almost brother invited you to his wedding. The day has finally come and you (after a lot of thought) have decided to bring your boyfriend along, so he can finally meet your family. Things go a little bit like this:

You guys arrive to the religious ceremony super late because Yoongi fell asleep and waking him up took you forever. You silently sneak into the church and sit with your solterona tía, who not so subtly slides glares at you and your boyfriend whenever she has the chance.

Yoongi whines constantly during the ceremony claiming that it’s too long and too boring. Not to mention that he’s majorly confused when you tell him that once the ceremony is over, you’ll have to move to the reception venue. “If we ever get married, we’re not getting a Latin American wedding, Y/N”

Once the ceremony ends, all the guests gather outside the church to wait for the newlyweds. You take advantage to the informality to introduce Yoongi to some of your relatives, but he’s super distracted once everybody starts tossing rice to your cousin and his bride. “Why are they throwing uncooked rice to them, jagi? Doesn’t that hurt?” Of course you just roll eyes “It’s a tradition, Yoongi”.

You think you’ll finally get the time to introduce Yoongi to your family at the reception venue, but your mom drags your boyfriend to greet la abuela and some other according to Yoongi, strict-looking elders (who happen to be your uncles and aunts) before you can even stop her. He’s super weirded out by the stuff he’s seen so far and he’s a little bit flustered, but he manages to greet them with the basic Spanish phrases he’s learned while on tour, then he politely bows to them and says “hasta luego” before sneaking skillfully back to you.

Of course la abuela is dissatisfied with such short exchange so later on you she’ll make sure to have a proper conversation with the two of you, on which she’ll definitely point out how pale Yoongi is and she’ll suggest that you take him to take sunbaths whenever you can. “Look at him, Y/N! He’s as pale as a ghost!! Your aunt thought he was sick!”  You assure her that you will and then run from her as soon as you get the chance.

Fortunately, by the time he’s introduced to your cousin and his bride, Yoongi is already pass the initial culture shock so he’s much more relaxed. That’s why he almost suffers a heart attack when your cousin quietly and jokingly ofc  gives him the “hurt her and I’ll kill you” standard lecture when you’re distracted.

As always some member of the family has the duty of showing/sharing old embarrassing pictures, videos, stories, etc. of you. In this case your sister shows Yoongi a video of you trying to impersonate August D. You quickly shut her up by handing her a mojito, but it’s too late and you’re not surprised by the fact every member of your family gets a glimpse of that goddamned video.

That also means that your father will ask Yoongi to show the guests how the real thing is supposed to sound like and in the process he’ll give your bf a new name “Why don’t you show us the real version, Agustín?”

Yoongi won’t be forced to rap because you’ll come to his rescue and drag him to the dance floor; but unfortunately afterwards no one will ever be able to make your family understand that your boyfriend’s name is not Agustin. Yoongi will complain about it the rest of the day, but you find it hilarious.

 Yoongi’s dance moves aren’t as bad as you thought they’d be, but your relatives ask if his joints are hurting anyhow. You laugh out loud and when Yoongi asks why are you laughing, you bluntly lie to him “They told me a joke about you”.

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Although Yoongi is dying to sit down and probably sleep, he dances with you because a) he’s afraid that one of your relatives will talk to him if he’s sitting alone and b) he has noticed that one of the bride’s primos has been checking you out for a while.

Protective Yoongi will hold onto you tightly throughout the whole dancing session, pulling you close even when a reggaeton song comes out. You roll eyes, but you can’t deny he is cute when he gets jealous.

Your teenage cousin will join you two as the third wheel just because she wants to talk about Jimin with Yoongi. “Jimin oppa is so handsome. Jimin oppa has such a good body. Jimin is a great dancer… Jimin this, Jimin that… Jimin, Jimin, Jimin”. Of course Yoongi will give her some savage line and then he’ll turn to you: “Y/N, I think your cousin should get her eyes checked!”

At some point of the wedding (probably when old, classic Latin jams start playing) Yoongi will have to spare a dance for your mom. At first he’s as stiff as a statue, so you eye him worriedly from afar, but after a moment they seem to get along and they even laugh together.

While Yoongi is entertaining your mother and aunts you join your female cousins in the chisme… before you can even notice you’re taking tequila shots as though you are competing for a Record Guinness.

Slightly drunk, you all end up dancing to classics like el Asereje o el Meneaito and since you’re such an intercultural family, Ai Se Eu Te Pego, Danza Kuduro, Rain over me and even 피 땀 눈물. The rest of the family joins and Yoongi is once again dragged along. He probably is planning your death in his head, but he smiles or at least tries to and dances, taking the lead when his song starts playing.

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He might have a few drinks with your dad, but he doesn’t get drunk (not even tipsy) and he’s more than ready to leave by the time the clock hits 23:00 pm.

Just when you’re trying to sneak from the party by Yoongi’s hand, your cousin bride’s throws the bouquet up in the air and it lands right at your feet. Yoongi and you exchange confused glances, but after hesitating for a moment, he picks it from the floor and hands it to you before thunderous clapping resounds through the room.

 “Does this mean I have to propose soon?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.

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The party is quite eventful, so by the end of the night Yoongi is majorly tired and super glad the party is over. By the time you get home, he’s still humming Daddy Yankee’s Sigueme y te sigo and he’s unsure whether he loves your family or finds it exhausting to keep it up with all of you or both. On the other hand, your family has officially named Yoongi, Agustin (some of your relatives are super convinced that’s his name), they think he’s an ok boy (though he’s too white and too stiff for their liking) and they’ve already started distributing tasks for a wedding they claim will take place the next year…



I hope this is ok, my lovelies. Hopefully i’ll finish this series soon, but in the meantime, keep sending in your requests!!

It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

Originally posted by mr-nikolo

“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.

“S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.

“What?”

The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.

“What?”

“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

When We Lived Happily Ever After

Here is Part Twelve…the final part to “Our Love Story”  

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:   1001

Read When We Met
Read When We Hid Our Feelings
Read When We Admitted Our Feelings
Read When We Fell In Love
Read When We Got Scared
Read When We Got Engaged
Read When We Got Married
Read When We Got The News
Read When We Adopted Our Baby
Read When We Beat The Odds
Read When We Welcomed Baby Number Two

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         You heard giggling coming from the playroom and couldn’t help but smile. Three little giggles filled your house on a daily basis and it was the most amazing thing you could have ever imagined.

           You left the kitchen for just a second to go see what the kids were up to. You stood in the doorway as Ryker, Ryann, and Ryland sat at their little table coloring. Ryker was now six, Ryann was five, and little Ryland was only three. You had adopted Ryland when he was a baby like you had with Ryker. He was the perfect addition to your family and you knew you were blessed with three amazing children.

           “Mommy, look!” Ryann said, holding up the picture she was coloring. It was a puppy that she was coloring multiple colors.

           “That’s beautiful, Baby Girl,” you said.

           “Mine too?” Ryland asked, pointing to the parrot that had colorful scribble marks all over it.

           “Beautiful, Baby,” you said. And then you looked at Ryker’s picture. It was a bear that he was actually coloring fairly accurately, “That’s wonderful, Ryker.”

           He smiled proudly, “Thanks, Mommy!”

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Best Friend Series; Mingyu

- you’re nine years old when you meet mingyu
- you don’t have any food at home so you decide to go get something to eat at the convenience store because you only had like 5,000 won you found on the ground
- so you get to the store and while walking through the aisles, you see this short boy on his tippy-toes trying to reach out for the ramyeon pack on the top shelf
- he even tries jumping but he’s still unable to
- before he could even think about climbing the shelves, you walk over to him and take two ramyeon packs from the shelf
- you hand one to him and say “here you go” and the boy just grins and takes the pack exclaiming “thanks!!”
- you walk over to the counter and ring it up, and after filling it with hot water, you sit at one of the tables to eat your ramyeon
- shortly after taking your seat, someone sits in front of you and you notice that it’s the boy you just helped
- he asks “do you mind if i sit with you?” and you reply “oh, not at all!!”
- you both eat your ramyeon in silence, but you notice that the boy finishes his really fast
- he then gets up and disappears behind the aisles and you’re like ok….. bye LOL
- but then you see him walk out of the aisle….. with four more ramyeon packs in his arms???
- he goes up to the counter and pays for them all, and then he walks back to your table after filling one up with water
- you just stare at the remaining three packs sitting on the table and when he notices you staring, he asks “uhhh is there something wrong??”
- you say “are you….. really going to eat all that?” and he just nods his head enthusiastically and says “of course!! i’m probably going to buy some dessert after too” and you’re just in awe by his response
- he then laughs “maybe i’ll grow taller if i keep eating” and at that, you LAUGH
- your laugh seems to be contagious because he joins in with you, and your laughs echo throughout the empty little shop
- the boy then sticks his hand out and says “i’m mingyu, it’s nice to meet you!!” and you shake his hand and say “i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you too, shortie”
- you and mingyu become really good friends after this, and your summer says are spent teasing each other, eating at the convenience store together or simply playing around at the park or arcades
- “I’M GOING TO BE TALLER THAN YOU ONE DAY” “YEAH KEEP TALKING”
- but then one day….. mingyu tells you that he’s moving
- you scream “you’re moving?!” and he sadly nods his head “my dad got a job in another city…. we’re leaving in about two weeks”
- you’re really sad about this because….. you may have not known mingyu for long, but you’ve had so much fun with him these past few weeks….. you can’t believe it’s already over……
- you tell him “well, we’ll still be friends all right??” and mingyu nods “of course!! as if distance is really going to keep us apart”
- you both exchange online messaging addresses, and you promise you’d wait for him to come back
- but mingyu……. never visited…… not even once. and you hate to admit how lonely you feel each summer that passes by
- it’s when you’re in your second year of high school that mingyu tells you the BEST news
- “(NAME) I’M MOVING BACK”
- you’re so happy especially after learning that he’ll be attending the same school as you and that you’d both be able to see each other again!!
- you both planned to meet up THE DAY he arrives, so now you’re sitting on a bench at the park, waiting to show that shortie just how tall you’ve grown
- you hear someone shout “(name)!!” and when you turn in that direction
- you see this GIANT running towards you
- and you’re like no. way.
- that can’t be mingyu???? he’s so TALL THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE
- when he reaches you, you notice that he’s almost a head taller than you and you’re like no no no this caN’T BE
- and to tease you, he pats you on the head and says “nice to see you again, shortie”
- how the tables have turned
- but no worries, when he came back, it became an unspoken promise that you’d both be BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
- your best friend may be tall and handsome and smart but how unlucky of you that his hygiene is POOR
- you’re his personal tissue sometimes
- but you’ve learned from the past and carry tissues with you all the time and a spray bottle
- but he’s actually really tidy, and he helps you a lot with cleaning your room and organizing your notes
- mingyu LOVES dogs, he’s always petting dogs at the park, showing you cute pictures of puppies or dragging you into pet stores
- you’re both even considering adopting a puppy together in the future
- “if all else fails, we’re moving in together and miso will be our child” “you want to name it miso?? i was thinking mini gyu” “….wtf”
- your friendship is filled with inside jokes that can make you smile again after a bad day
- mingyu gives great hugs
- he’s always giving you some, whether it’s because he knows you need one or just because he wants to
- even after knowing him all these years, you’re still amazed by how much this boy can eat
- “mingyu this is impossible NO ONE can eat eleven bowls in one go” “watch me”
- he always packs an extra lunch for you just in case
- it’s honestly a win-win though because you get a homemade meal from mingyu if you forgot your lunch, and if you already have your lunch, then mingyu can eat both lunches LOL
- you guys have sleepovers often
- it’s not like they’re planned though, it’s always like mingyu stays over for homework a little later than usual and he’s too lazy to walk all the way home so you’re like “all right, you can sleep on the floor”
- or you fell asleep while he was tutoring you at his house and when you woke up, he passed you some of his clothes and said “yeah i’m not letting you walk home alone this late at night”
- you both make puns all the time and everyone around you just groans
- you both love cooking together
- because whether it’s making actual homemade meals or a three-course convenience store meal, something always goes wrong and it turns into a fond memory
- you toast each other’s juice boxes before drinking them
- you started chewing on ice cream because he does
- he always pats you on the head when you’ve worked hard
- he does it a lot when he knows you’re about to cry and tells you “it’s all right. you did well.” and that’s when your tears roll down your cheeks
- mingyu may joke around a lot but he’s really considerate of your feelings
- you don’t need him to do something big and extravagant to cheer you up
- just the usual pat on the head, and just knowing that he’ll always be by your side….. that’s enough for you
- “(pats you on the head) you’ve worked hard, (name).”
- “thanks, mingyu. you’ve worked hard too.”

try again {part iii}

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i. ii.

word count: 1,244

A/N: I may or may not have stayed up all night to write this lolol. I’m sorry for how short this is and also the angst. But I warned that it would be emotional. Get ready, y'all.

I was hanging up all the clothes we had already bought for the baby we were adopting. Lots of unisex clothing hung in the closet because we couldn’t resist buying clothes for her, even before we knew the baby was a girl. When we found out it was a girl, Shawn and I went out on another shopping escapade.

That was only a few weeks after we found out about the baby. Now, we only had seven weeks left until it was time for our daughter to be born. Shawn and I both were working on finishing her room, but neither one of us had enough patience to put anything together. Shawn was currently working to assemble the crib. After I was finished hanging up little onesies and dresses and tutus, I sat down to watch Shawn.

I took the directions out of his hands and began to read them off to him, trying to assist in making his work more hasty. He cursed every time he couldn’t find the right piece, which was quite often and quite entertaining as well. He also didn’t know what many of the pieces and objects even were, which was also amusing.

“Shawn..” I trailed off.

“Yes?” He said, biting his plump lip in concentration and looking oh so gorgeous while doing so.

“That’s backwards..” I informed him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, pursing his lips once he realized that it was indeed backwards. “I give up for today. Let’s finish hanging up decorations.” We both stood up, picking up the little box of framed decor and flower decals to put everywhere.

I started to place the decals on the walls where I thought they looked best. Shawn hung up a framed photo of the baby’s ultrasound pictures we had received in the mail. I was almost finished putting flowers on the walls when Shawn yelped, causing me to jump.

“Jesus, Shawn, was that really necessary?” I asked.

“I hit my finger with the hammer.” He gasped. His nose scrunched up out of pain, but I knew he was over exaggerating slightly, so I laughed at him. We walked to the kitchen so I could make him an ice pack.

“How can such a big guy hurt so much from a bruised finger?” I teased.

“It hurt, Y/N, I promise! You wouldn’t be laughing if it was you.” I rolled my eyes at him while putting ice in a bag. He grinned because we were finally back to our old selves. Without us being so upset over not being able to have a baby, our time together was much more well spent. We were happier, we were us again. My phone begin to ring as it sat on the kitchen counter. Shawn was closest to it so he grabbed it.

“I’ll get it with my uncrippled hand.” He said sarcastically. He picked up the phone with the hand not covered by an ice pack. I stayed silent, trying to hear the conversation, but I couldn’t hear the person on the other end of the line.

“Yes, this is he.”

“Uh huh.”

“Wait, you’re kidding right? You have to be kidding?” His face dropped, his expression went blank for a few moments. He stayed silent, listening to whatever this person was saying.

“Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“No, I’m alright. Goodbye.”

“What, what is it?” I asked, not wasting any time in doing so. Shawn didn’t speak for a moment and I grew antsy. “Shawn, what’s wrong?”

“That was the adoption agency..” he said, his voice going quieter with each word, “The parents-”

“What about the parents?” I interrupted, my heart was pounding and my mouth felt dry. My whole body felt weak, I needed to know. I needed Shawn to tell me.

“The parents decided they want to keep her, they want to keep the baby.” He spoke softly. My heart sank. My whole body felt numb. Tears fell freely down my cheeks, no amount of resistance would be able to hold them back. I attempted to speak but I couldn’t find the words to say. I just stood there, tears running down my face, shaking because I was crying so hard. I had never felt anything this heart breaking in my whole life.

“They what?” I said, just hoping he was lying. I hoped that for some reason, it was just a sick, twisted joke and it wasn’t real.

“Y/N, don’t make me repeat it. You heard what I said.” He said, and that was when I realized Shawn was crying too. My eyes had been too blurred to see his face, so I couldn’t see the tears that were falling down his face as well. They didn’t fall as rapidly as mine, I saw once I could finally see again, but they still fell and Shawn cried like I had never seen him cry before.

Shawn opened his arms up for me and I went to him. I needed his comfort more than anything, just like he needed mine. He engulfed me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his broad back. I sobbed into his shirt, probably covering it in mascara but it didn’t matter. He rested his head on top of mine. He usually felt strong when he held me, he felt like he was protecting me, but this time, he felt weak. He felt just as weak as I did.

“What did we do wrong? What did we do to make them call off the adoption?” I asked, not really to Shawn, but to myself, with my voice cracking.

“I don’t know,” he said in between sobs.

I had never seen Shawn like this so I knew this was affecting him just as heavily as it was I. We eventually ended up in our bedroom, cuddling up to each other underneath the covers. I rested my head on his chest. The crying finally subsided from the both of us after hours and hours. I looked up at Shawn. His skin was a splotchy red with swollen eyes. His eyelashes stuck together from the wetness of his tears. I didn’t even want to know what my face looked like.

“I’m sorry about your shirt.” I apologized, looking down at his light gray shirt that was now stained with black from my makeup, but I knew Shawn didn’t care. He shook his head, as to say don’t worry about it.

“Let’s go get ready for bed, love. We both need some rest.” He suggested. I stood but still felt weak. We both brushed our teeth then I washed my face and Shawn did the same, as if we were trying to wash away the tears and pain.

We crawled back into bed. The warmth from each other and the blankets couldn’t warm the cold inside my body. I felt cold and empty. I felt shock, anger, sadness, every emotion I could feel. I wondered if Shawn felt the same way. I knew he was hurting like I was, but was he feeling all these different emotions I was feeling? Was he feeling like we were the ones that messed up? That we made the parents not want to give their child to us? He was right next to me, yet I couldn’t bring myself to ask him about all these thoughts and feelings I had. I thought all these things before I fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying.

S. Coups As A Father

Originally posted by junhosh

Title: S. Coups As A Father

Requested: can you do a mini series maybe with seventeen as fathers? I love your work, keep it up!!

A/N: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this so stick with me and let me know if this sucks. (I even think I got a little carried away at some point)


  • Alrighty, let’s get started here
  • Everyone basically already knows that this boy is daddy asf
  • And no, not like that you sickos
  • Seungcheol is like a natural born father
  • Father like instincts just come pretty natural to him
  • I mean, it’s not like he’s raised 12 kids on his own already with occasional help from his wife Jeonghan but let’s not get into that
  • Basically this boy was an excited puppy when you finally told him that you were pregnant with his first child
  • At first you were nervous about telling him because he would come home from practices and would start to complain to you with how much of a pain in the ass his children were being that day and that he never signed up to be a father in the first place to these children
  • So you decided to tell him subtly by leaving little hints about it
  • You would coo at every baby the two of you passed and stated about how you guys would have cute babies like that someday
  • Occasionally you would ask if you could stop in the baby section of the store because you loved to look at cute baby stuff
  • Coups never questioned because he thought that it was you just being you and weird and stuff like that
  • His suspicions eventually came up when you began to serve him baby carrots every night for dinner
  • Like sure he told you he loved carrots but he wasn’t in love with them
  • Plus he’s sure he’s eaten so many of them by now that he was turning orange
  • Not to mention that you legit tried serving him baby food one time
  • So one night he decided to confront you about it
  • During that night’s daily cuddle session between the two of you he randomly popped up the question
  • “What’s with all of this baby stuff all of a sudden, you’re acting like you actually want a child.”
  • He didn’t really mean for it to sound the way that it did because he was secretly wanting one ever since the two of you got married but he was too afraid to ask
  • You were kind of shocked at his statement and you swore your heart kind of broke in the heat of his question because you were afraid that he actually didn’t want a baby so being pregnant and emotional you began to cry
  • Seungcheol’s instincts kicked in and he tried his best to comfort you, kind of curious about what he said that actually made his special lady cry
  • He would try everything he could to make what he said sound good but only failing miserably at that
  • “I’m actually pregnant you ass”
  • That would shut him up immediately and he would be complete silent for like 5 minutes before breaking out into a huge smile and nearly squeezing you to death with squealing
  • He would apologize to you and explain that he actually wanted a child like his entire life and that he was just way too nervous to ask you or talk to you about it
  • You would except his apology and tell him to just stop rambling and finish cuddling you before you left to go do your own thing
  • Seungcheol would be that really protective husband over everything that you do
  • He would always be cautious and ask you questions on whether it was really safe for you to be doing what you were doing
  • Things like that would include reaching for things on high shelves
  • He would gently push you aside and scold you saying that you should just ask him to get it next time so that way you don’t have to overwork your body just to get a box of cereal
  • But you weren’t even like showing yet so you were kind of confused about why he was acting all daddy mode before you were even a month in your pregnancy
  • You didn’t question it though because you enjoyed being pampered from head to toe by your husband
  • His new favorite activity was coming home from work and running a bubble bath for you and him while rubbing your tummy as the two of you relaxed
  • He would be an emotional wreck at your first ultrasound and ask the doctor if he could have like 30 copies to give to everyone he works with
  • Literally each member of seventeen would have wallet sized pictures of his future baby
  • You guys would have constant debates over the gender of your child
  • You would be set on having a little girl seeing that it was literally your dream to have one of your own
  • Seungcheol would be set on having a boy
  • He would insist you that he was 100% sure that you were having a boy
  • It was his father senses
  • Of course you would smack him every time he used that excuse and told him that you didn’t need any more boys to take care of because 13 was already enough
  • For this reason you two decided to wait until the actual childbirth to find out the gender
  • “oh my gosh seungcheol tell me you did not get your members to bet money on the gender of this child”
  • “okay, i didn’t get the members to bet money on our child, they did that themselves”
  • *tHUNKS HEAD*
  • The past couple of months seemed pretty smooth and eventually you finally started getting symptoms of being pregnant
  • All throughout the morning sicknesses and mood swings Seungcheol was always by your side and oh so sweet to you
  • Like you just wanted to cry and thank Jesus that you had such a loving and caring husband who was willing to put up with your pregnancy
  • His favorite part was when you would tell him your food cravings and he would actually get that exact creation for you and you denying eating any of that the day after
  • Like he would make you an ice cream sundae complete with pickles, carrots, ketchup, ramen, strawberries, and a hint of lemon juice and avocados
  • “no seungcheol that sounds completely gross I would never eat something like that without getting sick”
  • “mhm whatever you say babe”
  • “don’t make me thunk your head again”
  • This man would get so emotional throughout this pregnancy
  • Like when you first felt the baby kick you let out an ear piercing scream in the middle of the night out of excitement
  • Seungcheol would jolt up from bed and grab the nearest shoe, turning to you immediately asking what happened and who killed you
  • You would tell him to shut up and take his hand to place it on your stomach
  • Seuncheol would stop breathing the second he felt your baby kick
  • After that he would burst into tears of joy and begin to rub your swollen belly and talking cutely to the baby like every other fanfiction daddy does
  • Honestly you were like the cutest pregnant couple ever
  • Finally after months of being pampered from both the boys and Seungcheol it was finally time for the baby to arrive
  • Seungcheol was hesitant to leave you at home alone seeing that it was nearing the final days until the expected date
  • You assured him that you would be fine and would manage on your own as you literally had to push him out of the door
  • But Seungcheol’s suspensions were right seeing that later that day you actually did end up going into labor
  • You were casually watering your cute lil plants in your apartment when you felt something drip down your leg
  • You thought you spilled water from your pail, but the outside was dry
  • Then you thought you peed up there was no water on the floor
  • Then the pain struck you and you were like oKAY THis iS HAppENING
  • You would casually slip on a pair of shoes and waddle your way to the door all while suffering through extreme contractions
  • You would finally make it to your car and drive straight to Pledis where you knew your husband would be at practice
  • Once you got there you were greeted by Minghao who was practicing some of his b-boying in the lobby
  • You told him about your struggle and you were pretty sure he turn white
  • He quickly helped you up to their practice room and burst into the room, gaining attention from all the members
  • Seungcheol looked at you confused as to why you were there and you were just kind of like, “yeah my water broke and i’m gonna have a baby like now”
  • Seungcheol would spring into action and take you straight to the hospital and ignoring all the calls he got from his managers
  • Once you got to the hospital he practically screamed at the receptionist that his wife was going to have a baby and she was like
  • “bro you need to chill”
  • So they finally took you back to one of those labor rooms and got you situated for the birth
  • Seungcheol didn’t remember most of the process because he almost passed out the second he saw a baby’s head poking out of your lady bits
  • But soon enough it was over and you sat back breathless on the bed
  • The nurse took the baby away to get clean and that’s when you and Seungcheol began to argue once more on what gender the baby was going to be
  • Once the nurse arrived back with your baby she announced that the two of you had a healthy baby boy
  • Seungcheol jumped up from his seat and did a little in your face dance
  • You rolled your eyes at his antics and tried to act like you weren’t actually married to this loser
  • Seungcheol literally cherished his son so much
  • He was the most important thing in his life besides his beautiful wife of course
  • He would be sure to video every second of this baby’s life
  • His first steps
  • His first words
  • “glooblah isn’t a real word seuncheol”
  • “it is in baby”
  • “ffs why did i marry you”
  • He’d be that really embarrassing dad that every kid thought was cool but secretly his own son even tried to pretend that he didn’t know him
  • When his son asked to sign up to play soccer Seungcheol would go all smiley and be so proud that his son wanted to be social with people and his son just wanted his dad to chill because he just really liked soccer and his friends promised him that they got free pizza after every game
  • Turns out that your son actually ended up liking the sport more than he thought and continued to play it all throughout middle school and high school
  • He ended up being the captain of the soccer team in high school and Seuncheol was like :’)
  • Your son went to his father on advice to ask out a girl that he really liked in school and he was pretty sure that he saw a giant smiley face firework shoot off in his father’s head
  • “you see son i was actually a ladies man in high school”
  • “that’s bs because literally no one liked you”
  • “shut up y/n”
  • He actually ended up giving his son some pretty good advice because the girl his son liked ended up accepting his confession and agreed to go out with him
  • The two of them were literally linked together
  • Seungcheol found himself growing a little jealous at all the attention his son was giving his new girlfriend because he missed all the good daddy and son times they used to have playing soccer and stuff like that
  • Soon enough your son ended up graduating high school and Seuncheol denied crying the whole time while tears poured down his face as he said so
  • Your son was very nervous about choosing a college because he got so many scholarship offers for soccer
  • Seungcheol tried his best and gave him a inspirational talk about how no matter what he chooses that he will be doing what he loves and thats all that matters
  • It was literally so beautiful that even you began to have second thoughts about calling your husband a loser
  • Your son ended up going to this giant university in Seoul and entered into a physical education major in college so he could be a sports instructor someday
  • Seungcheol cried for days after your son left and begged you to make more babies for him and you were like
  • “ew gross grandpa”
  • It made you so happy with how much Seungcheol loved your son
  • You never expected him to be as good as a father as he was
  • You kind of wished that you didn’t spend so much time insulting him and spent more time cherishing the moments because time does fly by fast when your a parent
  • You don’t even blame Seungcheol for crying when your son left because you missed spending time with them and watching the bond with each other
  • But you could be prouder at the family you helped raised and of the kind of father Seuncheol actually turned out to be
523.8, (part one)

fandom: wolf 359
notes: T, domestic/library au, fluff, pairings are still undecided
characters: all of the main 8, with cameos from minor characters

summary: Scenes from Goddard Inc’s takeover of the Hephaestus; an independent, space-themed public library. Plus; Hilbert’s catnip, drunk trivia nights, Dewey Decimal spot-checks, Hera’s demon mom, Stampy the Roomba, and the continuing mystery of Jacobi’s actual job title.

excerpt:
“There are only three things you need to know about this place,” Lovelace announced as she sat down for her review. “Firstly: Eiffel is not allowed to ride the book train.”

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vexingcosmos  asked:

Okay so the press have no clue about Andreil and a fan totally uses a pickup line on Neil (Are sitting on F5 boy because DAMN that ass is refreshing) and Andrew's response to it.

ahah this is so great! i love the oblivious neil trope so here is 1600 words on that!

  • it’s a pretty common idea that neil is a Pretty Boy™ but doesn’t realize the effects he has on others
  • after baltimore, his facial scars just added to his the definition of his cheekbones and make him look more ruggedly handsome
  • at that point, neil was already invested in his nothing with andrew and isn’t really looking to branch out and be involved with anyone else (also neil is demisexual and thus wouldn’t really want to be getting involved with anyone he’s just met)
  • neil’s already been hit on a couple times by different people he’s met (classmates, opposing team members, someone at eden’s twilight) but andrew was never immediately around to see it and neil was too oblivious to pick up on it
  • it only really happens when neil is on his own
  • people don’t necessarily know about andrew and neil’s relationship, but when andrew is with neil, neil becomes unapproachable for fear of getting stabbed by andrew (if his murderous glares are anything to go by)
  • they don’t share any classes (andrew is criminal justice major while neil is a math major) so it’s easy to approach neil after class
  • neil’s classmates don’t really know much about him, besides what’s in the media and that he plays exy (and is very good) so of course when they try to hit on him, they bring up exy becuae they know he’s interested in it
  • but neil (bless his exy obsessed heart) doesn’t ever pick up on the flirting, but rather only the interest in exy
    • “you play exy right? i bet you’re really good! maybe i should come watch one of your games sometime ;)”
    • “yeah we’re a really great team. i’m actually the captain of our team and it can be a mess sometimes but we always pull through. do you have an interest in exy?”
    • “no, i would just love to watch you play though ;)”
    • “um okay. well we have a game this friday if you want to come watch and support the team.”
    • (neil then gets a text from andrew that just says ‘roof’ and tries to make the speediest exit possible)
    • “well, it was nice talking to you janice. i hope you can come support our team”
    • “it’s jessica.”
    • “oh right okay. bye.”

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Internet Famous: Part 20 (FINAL)

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe and Reader are friends who came together and started a youtube channel for fun. 1 million subscribers later, they’re now internet famous. Their friendship has thrived, however, all of their fans can obviously see that Poe and Reader aren’t just friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

A/N: And so we’ve come…to the eeeennd oofff the roooaaad. Thank you all for sticking with this series! It was fun! 


5 Years Later

Your face showed up on screen, “Hey, guys! Today is June 25th and you know what that means?” The camera turned to face a little girl with your eyes and nose, but Poe’s skin color and black curly hair, “It’s Shara’s fifth birthday! Say hi, baby girl!”

Shara, dressed in a purple princess dress, smiled and waved, “Hi! I’m five now!” 

“Yes, you are! Can you show us with your fingers how old you are?” Shara held up five fingers, “That’s perfect!”

In the back, Poe could be heard, “Princess?”

“Yeah?” You call out listening for Poe.

“Have you seen my-oh. Nevermind!”

You roll your eyes at the camera, “So forgetful that one. Anyway, it’s 10:25am and everyone will be here at 12. Shara woke Poe and I up at around 8 because she was so excited. Also,” You brought the camera down to show your protruding baby bump, “I’m at the end of my first trimester hitting my second! Shara’s so excited to meet her baby sister.”

Poe walked into the room, “I can’t believe I’ll have another girl who’s finger I’ll be wrapped around.” Poe kissed your cheek and waved at the camera, “Hey guys!” He walked away to the kitchen.

You gave a content sigh, “So that’s it right now. I’ll be vlogging more when everyone arrives.” You stopped the recording and set the camera down. 

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Arsonist’s Lullaby [1]

Summary: You are a pyrokinetic, being sought after by both Hydra and the Avengers. What will become of you? 

Bucky Barnes X enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1069 

Warnings: None so far, I think..

A/N: Okay, so I was totally inspired by Hozier, after listening to Arsonist’s Lullaby on repeat for a few days.. This may be a little rough, but I’m going to try and be serious (which may be impossible, and I know this part has really nothing to it..). Please, hang in there with me. Please let me know if you wanna be tagged (or untagged) :) Also feedback please!! :)

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Intro to Upper Class Culture, Part 5: Dining Etiquette

“Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot.” -Clarence Thomas

I think this is my longest segment so far…

So I’ve gotten a few requests regarding this little series I’ve been doing, and dining etiquette is one that keeps coming up. Before I begin, I want to point out that this is American dining etiquette; every culture has different rules and accepted norms, especially when it comes to dining, so if you are going to be dining outside the US or if you are from outside the US these rules might not necessarily fit your circumstance.

Also, I sort of fell off the bandwagon writing these because of some personal things in my life, and work..and Ramadan. But without further adieu, here is Dining Etiquette.

A note: I’ll be kind of dividing this into two main scenarios, dinner parties and nicer restaurants, but even within those two scenarios there are differences in behavior if it’s a business lunch versus a date, or depending on how well you know the host of the dinner party etc. but this is just an overview.

First, the invitation. Focusing more on dinner parties, if you’re invited to a dinner party it’s fine to say no. You don’t even necessarily have to give a reason, just saying you have a prior engagement is fine. However, once you say yes you’re locked in unless there is some emergency. The season finale of the Bachelor being on is not an emergency. Deciding you’re too tired after work to get dressed and drive somewhere is not an emergency. Why am I stressing this so much? Dinner parties are expensive to throw, especially if the host is using a professional chef, and the price goes up as more people RSVP. They also have saved a seat for you and accounted enough drinks for you, so cancelling at the last minute will basically be saying to your host that you’re fine with them throwing money down the drain. No matter how wealthy your host is, that isn’t cool, and it’s just rude. So, if you say you can attend, you need to attend. This also applies to if you’re attending a group meal or a one-on-one meal, obviously, but I would say it’s especially important for dinner parties.

Second, the arrival. For meals at restaurants, you need to be on time, if not ten minutes before your reservation. If you’re going to be more than fifteen minutes late, it’s considered polite to call ahead and let the restaurant know you’ll be late. For dinner parties, it’s a little different. I personally usually try to arrive about fifteen minutes after the stated time, but I think within thirty minutes is acceptable and an article online agreed so officially, you have a thirty minute arrival from the stated start time to arrive. If you are going to be later than thirty minutes, call your host or hostess and let them know that you aren’t simply bailing on them, and apologize because really you should plan ahead to be there on time. Now, a side note, I wouldn’t necessarily choose to arrive exactly at the set time, and certainly not early. Why? Because your host or hostess will probably still be rushing around to set things up and if you arrive fifteen minutes early, they’re going to be even more stressed by having to entertain you and having to finish making the final preparations for the evening. Don’t put them in that situation. My rule of thumb: fifteen minutes is long enough that they won’t be running around like a chicken with their head cut off, but early enough that they won’t be worried you aren’t coming.

Third, to gift or not to gift? I would say if you’re going to a restaurant, unless it’s a special event like a baby/wedding shower, engagement party or birthday party, no gift is needed. As far as dinner parties go, I’ve run into some debate with a friend. She says bringing a gift is tacky, I say it’s rude to not bring a gift. So, I went to the internet and asked and came to this conclusion: bring a gift if it’s a more casual dinner party, and/or if the host/hostess is a friend. Otherwise, a gift isn’t necessary. I tend to err on the side of bringing a gift when in doubt, but make sure it’s something tasteful. Emily Post had this to say about it:

“Gift possibilities include wine, Champagne, flowers (preferably in a vase), a potted plant, chocolates, specialty food items such as jams and jellies or other condiments, fancy nuts, olives, olive oil or vinegars, or items for the house, such as cocktail napkins, guest soaps and lotions , a picture frame, or a scented candle. A CD or book is also appropriate if you know your host’s taste.”

If you aren’t sure what your host or hostess would like, or if you feel uncomfortable about picking out a gift at all, just don’t do it. It’s not important enough to stress over, but know that your host will probably appreciate any little gift because it’s the thought that counts.

Now, onto the actual meal! I’ll start with a restaurant. If you’re a woman, often times whoever you’re with or the waiter will pull out your chair, so give them the chance to do that. Once seated, the first thing you should do is figure out where to put your stuff.  Putting it on the table is not an option. Also, putting your purse on the back of your chair is also not a good option, and I’ve seen that lead to women’s purses falling over, leaving their belongings scattered on the floor, so logically it really isn’t a great idea either. The best things you can do are put your purse on our lap (this works ok for clutches, but personally I find it annoying) or put it at your feet.  Regarding dinner parties, I know a lot of the ones I’ve thrown or attended have places set aside where you can put your belongings. Really you don’t need to be carrying around your purse at your friend’s home dinner party or not, so set it down in the designated area.

This next paragraph will be a little bit of a rant. Feel free to skip it, the bottom line is do not use your cell phones. Do not pull them out while you are at a restaurant. Do not leave them on the table. Nothing should be on the table except for your dining utensils and food, really. Put your phone on silent, or turn it off, and keep it in your purse for the duration of the meal. The same applies for dinner parties. Do not be on your phone, especially at the table. If there is some sort of emergency going on, you need to let the person you’re with or the host/hostess know ahead of time, and you can politely excuse yourself if need be. If you really feel the need to check your phone, excuse yourself to the restroom, and go check it there. Otherwise, it’s very rude. VERY rude. If you are reading this, and you still pull out your phone while dining with someone, I will personally pop out of a bush, take your phone, and smash it. If you get nothing else out of this, then I want it to be: do not use your cellphone at the table. It’s my biggest pet peeve and universally is very rude, so please, I promise you will survive a couple hours without it. 

Moving on, to the oh so exciting napkins. If you’re at a restaurant, after you’ve situated your belongings and turned your phone off, the first thing you should do is place the napkin in your lap before you eat or drink anything, even a sip of water. If the napkin is fairly small, feel free to completely unfold it, but if it’s larger fold it in half with the crease facing you. If you have to get up, I’ve heard two different things, but I’ll share the one I’ve found to be most common and in my opinion is more polite. When you stand up, fold your napkin (maybe in half, don’t get crazy this isn’t time to practice your origami) and set it on the left side of your plate. Some people say to leave your napkin on your chair, but I don’t really find that to be the common practice and personally I think it’s weird. At the end of the meal, place your napkin to the left side of the plate. Napkins are meant to catch food. Don’t blow your nose with it, and don’t necessarily wipe your entire face with it. It’s meant to dot your lips and fingers and catch food, anything else is kind of gross.

As for a dinner party, follow your host’s lead. When they put their napkin on their lap, you should do the same. This also applies to eating. Once your host has taken the first bite (which should be after everyone is seated) then you’re free to also start eating.

Ok, so one thing I know people sometimes struggle with is the silverware. Instead of a standard spoon, fork, knife, plate and cup, there is a multitude of silverware and dishes at your disposal. To start, there are a few solid rules that will help get you through most situations. Use your utensils from the outside in, and, you eat from the left and drink from the right. The first part is fairly self explanatory: as a general rule, there should be roughly three forks to your left side, and then probably two spoons and a knife to your right. The first fork (from the outside, left) is for salad, the second for dinner and third for dessert. On your right, the first spoon is generally for soup, the second a “teaspoon” and then your knife is for your dinner. The second common rule (eat from the left, drink from the right) means this: if you are confused about which objects are meant for you or the person next to you, apply this rule. Napkins, bread and butter places, etc will be placed on your left. Water goblets and wine glasses will be to your right. I’m going to include some fun infographics at the end of this segment that will help you keep everything straight, but those are the two most useful, easy to remember rules.

I’ve seen some people be confused at dinners regarding the glasses. There is usually a glass called the water goblet, and it’s for, you guessed it, water. Then, there’s usually a wine glass. I’ve seen a lot of infographics floating around about the different wine glasses, but in general, red wine glasses are more stout and white wine glasses are more long and slender. The most slender of all are champagne flutes, which you will probably encounter while fine dining.

Regarding bread and butter: This is something you’ll often see at restaurants depending on what sort of food is being served. It’s common to have this to snack on while eating your salad or waiting for the meal. The proper etiquette for eating bread and butter goes like this: when the bread is passed to you, take off the amount you want, and also be sure to take the amount of butter you want with your knife and leave it on your plate. It’s rude to keep dipping into the shared butter source or asking that the bread be passed to you over and over. Once you have your portion in front of you, it’s best to tear off smaller pieces and butter them as you go.

The food. Ok, so you’ve made it to the actual dinner portion and you’re ready to dig in. There are rules for that too! First, you should wait for everyone to have their food in front of them. It’s rude to start eating while others are still waiting on their food. Second, there are specific ways to hold your utensils. I tend to use my utensils in a more “European” fashion (because I am European by birth) but I can tell you that in the US while eating, and more specifically while cutting meat, that Americans cut with their right hand (assuming they’re right handed) while holding their fork with their left hand, then they place their knife at the top of their plate, and switch hands. Cut one bite at a time, at most two. As far as how to hold various utensils, there are a million and one youtube videos out there. I don’t really stress out about it too much. Unless I’m having dinner with the Queen or Emily Post I don’t stress about the tiny details.

There is also an entire language with knives and forks. I’m going to include an infographic (yayyyy for infographics) at the end rather than explain them, because visuals will help you so much more, but just know that there is an unspoken language regarding utensils. I think the infographic I’ve found disagrees with this, but I know this is the commonly accepted etiquette in the US for when to signal you’re done eating: “To signal that your are done with the course, rest your fork, tines up, and knife blade in, with the handles resting at five o'clock and tips pointing to ten o'clock on your plate (4:20).”

As far as the actual food goes, you need to at least attempt to eat what’s being served. Even if it looks horrible, you need to choke down a couple bites. The only excuse for not eating something is a food allergy, and I mean a real food allergy, not your I’m-trying-to-lose-weight-so-I’m-cutting-out-gluten food “allergy”. Somebody slaved away to make your meal, you need to at least eat a few bites. If you have dietary restrictions, you need to make them known far in advance-probably when you accept the invitation. The host or hostess will try to make arrangements for food you will actually eat. Depending on where you are in the world, there are rules about cleaning your plate versus leaving food on your plate. In the US, the rules aren’t so strict. Do your best to eat most of the food on your plate, but no licking it clean or spooning the sauce into your mouth. That’s disgusting.

Wait Staff. This applies to upscale dinner parties and restaurants. Do not ever shout for your waiter. Attempt to make eye contact with them, and once you have done that you may slightly raise your right hand and slightly raise your index finger to signal that you need them. Be nice to the wait staff, smile, make eye contact, always say please and thank you. Being a waiter or waitress sucks enough, don’t make it worse.

Payment. So you’ve made it through the meal (this is for restaurants only) but what about the bill? If you’re on a date, it’s customary for the man to buy the meal. If you’re in a large group, generally the person who invited the group is supposed to pay. It’s considered particularly polite if they give the restaurant their credit card information even before the meal begins. And when in doubt, tip well. It’s good karma.

Instead of vocab like I normally I do, I’m going to just add in other tips that didn’t really fit in a specific section.

  • Don’t slurp your soup
  • If somebody has something in their teeth, the best protocol is to make eye contact with them and subtly touch your finger to your own teeth. They should get the hint.
  • Don’t drink too much and get drunk, especially if you’re with certain company
  • Don’t chew with your mouth open, don’t talk with a full mouth
  • The no elbows rule only applies while you’re actually eating; if it’s between courses and you’re just talking, feel free to rest the elbows on the table
  • Don’t reach over people, ask for it to be passed your way. Side note: if you want to share food with someone, don’t pass your entire plate, but put some on your bread plate and pass that instead
  • Eat quietly. Don’t chew loudly. Don’t scrape your utensils together.
  • Sit up straight, and don’t lean over to eat your food, bring it to you with your utensils
  • Hold your wine glass by the stem
  • If you need to leave the table, just say “Excuse me, I’ll be right back”. You don’t need to say you’re going to use the restroom, or that you’re checking the football score, or dealing with a family emergency. Less is more.

These are all of the basics I could really think of. There is so much information out there about meal etiquette and there are people out there who are sticklers for following every single rule, but most people are pretty reasonable and as long as you follow the basic rules, you’ll get by just fine. For the sake of being polite, most people aren’t going to point out if you happen to hold your fork with a finger in the wrong place. I’ve taken a few etiquette classes and found them to be really helpful, but there are so many videos and articles online that honestly you could pretty much teach yourself how to fit in meal etiquette wise.

If you liked this article, feel free to check out my other segments in the Intro to Upper Class Culture tag. Also, if you have any requests for future segments, send them to my ask box. 

P.S, below are the handy dandy info graphics. I like them, they’re pretty useful and easy to understand. 

BTS reaction to their new gf unexpectedly getting pregnant

This would happen when the guys are in their early 30s. If this situation occurred in the present, I expect they all would be upset, because their job takes up all their time, and they would have to choose between the child and their careers no one wants that. Also, in this context, consider that they are very much in love with their S/O cause I don’t want angst.

As resquested by anon ~

JIN

When she told him that she had big news, he’d be apprehensive, fearing something bad had happened to his love. She’d tell him she was pregnant, and he’d stare at her in disbelief. “I’m going to be a father?” he’d ask, and when she nodded, he’d break into a huge smile. He’d hug his girlfriend and kiss her forehead. He’d be calm, being used to taking care of others. “Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”.

During the pregnancy, he’d treat her like a queen, and he’d take some time off as often as possible to spend time with her, cook for her and be there to support her.

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Spell On You [Smut] - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: After your kiss with Stiles, you feel like he is avoiding you. That is, until he walks his way into class.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Teasing.

Word Count: 2,214

A/N: This is part two of a series called Warm Welcome. You can read the first part here. Said I would have this out by tonight, let me know if you’d like a part three!

Originally posted by blacksimmerr

It had been three days since your very eventful night at Lydia’s party and you were still dealing with the endless teasing and questions. However, the person you’d rather be hearing from somehow had disappeared from the face of the earth. You hadn’t seen Stiles at all, which was odd since him and Scott were usually inseparable. You wanted to talk to him, to possibly try and salvage something between you two, even if it was just friendship.

The bell rang and it caused you to grip onto your book a little tighter. It was time for your forensic class, the one class you had with Stiles. This was the make or break moment. He was either going to speak to you or act like you were nonexistent and you debated internally on which one you truly wanted. “Here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, holding your head up high as you turned the corner entering your classroom.

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