i plan to go back to this building soon

based on this frickin hilarious video go watch it now (also on a03)

Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes, telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his mobile. Today is a new one.

“Hello, this is Derek.”

“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.

“Hi Stiles.”

“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”

“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks, confused and also a little amused.

“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They probably won’t call but I–”

“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably won’t even get a call.

“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”

“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down. He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a laugh if nothing else.

“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance, software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much, I just had you down as a personal reference?”

Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive reference.

“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.

“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”

“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”

“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”

“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s Hale. Derek Hale.”

“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so much, Derek. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good luck for the interview.”

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Helpless

Originally posted by blackholesmf

Pairing: Barbara X Reader X Jerome 

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: murderous psycho-dorks fighting over you and you are unfortunately, a very average person.

-Part 1- -Part 2-


The only sound heard was the motor of the car, the gears shifting accordingly as street lights passed just a pace slower than your heartbeat. You were thankful you weren’t driving, you were so cold and shock-still you couldn’t even see the road. He tittered, making your heart skip remembering Jerome was beside you. Not because of some kidnapping or as a partner in crime, but because you saved him. You saw Theo grabbing the knife. It was instinct. You saw someone in danger and you didn’t think who it was before wrapping your arms around his chest as Theo raised his hand, and you yanked Jerome out of the way. The whole room blinked, everything paused to take in what happened.

A cold hand, one of delicate fingers ran down your cheek as Jerome started up a great laugh. Barbara pulled in from the back seat close to you, “You’re alright Kitten.” She kept petting longingly as Jerome’s victorious laughter shook through the car. “I told you, underneath it all, you’re one of us. You’ve always been one of us.”

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Tiny Side Adventures: Morning

Inspired by this post. Also, check out this version of events by tinysidestrashcaptain.  Sincerest thanks to romananalogicality for the idea, it’s a lot of fun, even if it did grow beyond what I thought it would be.

Pairings: None

Genres: Tiny Sides, Fluff, Adventure, Parenting(ish)

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 603

Author’s Note: …and we’re back with another installment of Tiny Side Adventures!  Sorry for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

The first thing Roman noticed as he began to surface from dreamland to consciousness was daylight warming his face. Must be morning then. The next thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move. That wasn’t so bad, he was pretty comfortable and still tired.  What woke him up fully was the shifting of weight on top of him and a hard edge digging into his stomach.

Roman’s eyes popped open to find Virgil staring at him, only different Virgil. “Verge, did you…age?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Good on ya Sherlock. Yeah, must have happened while I was asleep.” On ‘asleep’, the newly teenaged side’s voice cracked and Virgil quickly covered his mouth.

Well, it was an improvement anyway.  Now at least Thomas might be less scared of the monster under his bed and he had one less young child to look after.  Then again, Anxiety was now a teenager.  If he remembered correctly, this meant Virgil would be far angstier and less communicative.

Virgil seemed to realize where he was and quickly scrambled off of Roman and headed to the kitchen, probably to pour himself a bowl of cereal. It only took a moment for Roman to get up as well and check out the bed where Patton and Logan were still sleeping.  Patton looked a little bit bigger, maybe he’d aged a few months?  No, Roman realized he hadn’t actually grown at all, it was a trick of the light and how the blanket over little Patton had folded around him.  That was a little disappointing, but not unexpected. Logan, on the other hand, had definitely aged a couple years. He looked to be about six or seven now, Roman would have a better idea once he was awake and talking.

Deciding to let them sleep for now, Roman went into the kitchen and found Virgil pawing through the fridge.

“Verge, are you okay on your own for a minute? The others are still asleep and I want to check on Thomas really quick.”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s supposed to be my job,” Virgil replied, still with his head in the fridge.

“You’re still too young for a full-time employment,” Roman said. “Be back soon,” and Roman sunk through the kitchen floor, rising up into Thomas’s room.  

Their host was sleeping soundly, but a loudly sung “Good Morning!” changed that quickly. Thomas startled, but calmed when he saw his creative side.

“Roman, really could have used some more sleep, bud.”

“Sorry, Virgil and Logan have grown up a bit and I was wondering if you were feeling more like yourself?” Roman asked, eying the groggy man curiously.

Thomas took a moment, then smiled. “I feel a bit better actually, suddenly terrified of any and all social situations again, so thanks for having me cancel all my plans.”

Roman allowed himself a moment to bask in that bit of praise before returning to business.

“So, are you going to be alright, cuz I need to get back to the kiddos?” Roman said, starting to sink out.

“Wait!  How much older are they?  Why didn’t Patton age?  Did you find a cure?  How soon am I gonna be able to get my life back? I have so many questions!” Thomas frantically clawed his way out from blankets and scooted over on the bed closer to Roman.

Roman rose back up into the room with a sigh and pressure building between his temples.  Thomas deserved to know, and surely two sleeping children and one anxious teen couldn’t get into too much trouble.  It would only take a little longer.

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Dear Journal,

Today we got a call from Lily and James. Sirius and I were playing with Teddy in the backyard when mum ran outside telling me James was calling. They were all safe. Apparently the death eaters were caught but the aurors suggested that we stayed away for another day, to be sure all danger was gone. I couldn’t wait to go home. I sat next to Sirius who was laying in the grass with his eyes closed, enjoying the sun on his skin. Teddy was playing with his blocks in between us.

“Padda?” Teddy said, looking up at Sirius.

“Yes baby bear?” Sirius said, leaning on his elbow to look at Teddy.

“Kissie” Teddy said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

Sirius chuckled as Teddy gave him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Teddy and tickled him. Their laughs was the best thing I ever heared. That might sound cheesy but it’s the truth. Sirius’ deep voice mixed with Teddy’s baby noises made me smile.

“Kissie Dadda!” Teddy said, showing me it was my turn to get a kiss.

He jumped in my arms and gave me a kiss. I smiled and placed his messy curls back to their place.

“Dadda?” He asked.

“Yes my love?”

“Home..?” He said with a little sad frown on his face.

“We’ll go home soon my love.. Don’t worry. Do you want to draw with me?” I said, trying to bring back his smile.

“Okay.” He smiled.

Teddy was definetly going to become an artist. He liked to create. He always had something to draw or something to build. Speaking of building.. After a few minutes outside, we got caught by the rain and ran inside. Sirius and Teddy were making a blanket fort in the living room while I read by the window. Sirius always had the twist with kids. I could hear them talk and plan some things.

“Dadda!” I heared Teddy say from under the blankets.

“Yes baby?”

“Come!” Teddy giggled.

I set my book down on the table and kneeled down to crawl in the blanket fort.

“Password?” I heared Sirius say.

“Humm.. I solemly swear that I am up to no good?” I asked, smirking.

“How did you know so fast?!” Sirius laughed.

“Babe, we are two marauders who had a kid, he’s basically a baby marauder.” I smiled.

“Teddy can you say it? I solemly swear that I am up to no good..” Sirius said, teddy on his lap.

“I smomemly sweawe ta I am up to nwo wood.” Teddy smiled.

“Good job my Teddy bear!” Sirius said, hugging him.

We spent the afternoon in our blanket fort. Pillows were covering the floor so we could lay down and look at the christmas lights that Sirius instaled. He told us some stories about an adventurous wizard. Teddy kept yawning so we got comfortable and Sirius sang us to sleep.

-Remus
May 14th 1998

World’s Quietest Let's Play

I love the idea that Dark is the one in the ‘World’s Quietest Let’s Play’ videos, especially after some of the comments and facial expressions in the 4th one, so here’s a little story based on the last WQLP.

“I’m bored,” the monochromatic demon paced around in his office, a deep growl settling in his throat.
“Try possessing Markimoo again! Bet you could get a video~” Wilford spoke up from his position lay on Dark’s red, velvet lounger.
Dark continued to pace, his anger becoming more apparent until an idea struck him.
“I’ve not done a World’s Quietest Let’s Play in a while, have I?” he asked the rhetorical question and teleported immediately, leaving Will to stare at the floor where his friend once stood and contemplate whether he should leave or just enjoy this rare time he’ll get to be in Dark’s private office without the figment himself being there.

Meanwhile, Mark felt a cold air wrap tightly around him, entrapping him. His arms were numb and his skin was draining of colour, being replaced by a familiar grey. The last thing Mark remembered was the deep, echoing voice he hated repeating the words ‘I am bread’ before he fell into a black void, a small window showing the world he was once in. Dark snapped awake in Mark’s body, his skin returning the Mark’s natural colour. His eyes were the same soft brown as the YouTuber and even his voice was identical. In rare moment like this, Dark knew he could easily pass off as Mark, but what he really wanted to do was torture his ‘creator’ and make him watch through his own eyes as the demon films a video playing I am Bread, the game that Mark hates with a burning passion.

“Hello everybody,” Dark whispers, making Mark’s voice as deep as his own, “my name is Markiplier, and welcome back to another world’s… quietest… let’s play.”
Brown irises shot from the camera to the screen as the game loaded in, displaying a bedroom and a loaf of bread. Dark could already feel Mark’s anger rising up, which fueled him to continue, but Dark never expected that the game would actually have such poor controls. Although he’d heard Mark complain, he just thought the egotistical man was being dramatic as always, but even the master manipulator was struggling to contain himself as the slice of bread flopped off of the bookcase.

The bread seemed to have a life of its own as it fell to the floor, thankfully saved by a painting that had dropped from the wall moments before. Dark clenched his teeth, holding back a growl and trying to suppress his aura, which was starting to bend the room around him. He’d have to cut this bit from the video later on.
“Don’t worry little controller,” Dark lifted the controller to his face and kissed it, “I won’t break you unless you deserve to be broken.”
His anger took over momentarily and the ego forgot that he was supposed to be keeping up his ‘Markiplier’ act as he turned to the camera, his eyes dead and emotionless like they would usually be in his own body.
“Same goes for all of you.”

After failing a significant number of times, the game offered unlimited grip and guaranteed 100% edibility, which Dark gratefully accepted. He could finally try and beat this level, but he still had one challenge ahead of him. To toast the bread, he must reach the ironing board, but to do that, he needed to throw himself on to it. Every muscle in Mark’s body tensed as Dark reached the top of the wardrobe. He was just about to launch the slice into the air when part of a broken bowl hindered him, almost causing everything he’d worked for to come crashing around him. Dark took in a sharp breath, true horror spreading over his face knowing he almost fell.
“I just saw my life flash before my eyes,” the demon whispered, feeling Mark’s own tension.
Mark actually wanted Dark to win this, maybe because it meant he didn’t have to complete this level himself, but having someone believe in him made the monochromatic figment actually want to do this. Not just for himself, but for Mark as well. For the first time in a long, long while, Dark felt like Mark was more like a friend than an enemy.

The bread was finally toasting and Dark was ready to end the video when the controls seemed to freak out, throwing the bread to the side for no explainable reason. This is when Dark snapped. His shell cracked violently, causing Mark, who was watching everything from inside his own mind, to collapse in agony. The tearing of Dark’s shell wasn’t designed for a physical body, so the pain quickly reached as well Dark and he growled, clutching at his/Mark’s stomach. This was the last straw. He wasn’t going to let some stupid game with faulty physics and dreadful control best him. With Mark’s help, he managed to compose himself, even straightening a non-existent tie to help him ground himself. 

After a few terrifying minutes of trying to climb the wardrobe and reaching the iron yet again, the bread was finally toast. 
“I have done it. I am victorious,” Dark was filled with an overwhelming satisfaction, the same feeling he’d felt during his A Date With Markiplier appearance when the viewer chose to shoot Mark.
His shell was cracking again as Dark finally let his aura consume Mark. The sleeveless hoodie Mark had been wearing transformed into Dark’s signature suit and his skin drained completely of colour. A familiar ringing could be heard as Dark opened his mouth again.
“I’m the greatest bread-master to ever walk the earth, and anyone who disagrees with me shall be punished severely,” he pointed to the camera, a maniacal smile across his face.

The video drew to a close, and Dark regretted taking full control. Now he would have to work with Mark to edit everything and make it look as though the whole game was played by Mark, but it was worth it. The extra attention he would receive from fans comparing ‘Mark’s’ dialogue to their favourite ego or suggesting that maybe all of the World’s Quietest Let’s Plays have been the Darkiplier this entire time would give him enough power to stay away from boredom for now.
“And as always, I will see you in the next video. Buh bye!”
Although Mark was fuming that the demon had taken full control, he helped Dark edit the video how he wanted it, then felt the entity disappear from his body without so much as a ‘thank you’.


“Have fun?” Will asked when Dark materialised into his office chair.
Will hadn’t left Dark’s office and was still in exactly the same position as earlier, only now he was dressed in his pink onesie.
“You’ll see tomorrow when the video goes up,” Dark smirked, not even questioning why the hell the cotton candy killer was still here or why he was dressed like he was going to remain here and annoy him for another hour or so.
“Enjoy your eleven minutes of fame, Darkipoo~” Will twirled his moustache and rose to his feet, “I’m sure it won’t come anywhere near to the admiration I received from my video idea. Markiplier TV will always be a revolutionary video.”
Dark felt his blood boil. He wasn’t going to let an attention-seeking buffoon take away everything he’d achieved today. He met the other ego in the middle of his office, staring him down.
“Don’t start with me, Warfstache. That video was a FAILURE!”
“How dare you insult my perfect, and should I say selfless, plan which gave EVERYONE more recognition, NOT JUST YOU!”

The other egos heard loud crashes from the 4th floor of the building and soon after saw a bruised and slightly singed Wilford Warfstache, strangely dressed in pink onesie, heading back to his dressing room as a disheveled and wounded Darkiplier went to speak to Dr Iplier.
“Fighting again?” Google pondered as he watched Will limp into his dressing room and slam the door behind him.
“Seems like it,” Plus noted how Dark’s natural aura had faded, like his power had been drained.
“When aren’t they fighting, though?” Oliver chuckled a bit, remembering the numerous occasions just in the last month where these so called ‘business partners’ and close friends fought over nothing.
“I suppose we should get ready for the inevitable then,” Chrome walked back into the IT department, scanning the network was any notifications about a meeting.
They all knew one of the two would be calling a meeting soon to talk about ‘issues with certain individuals in the workplace’ as they always called it, just like every other fight between the two bosses of Ego Inc. It would always be the same story, that complaints have been filed against someone who the boss won’t mention, but everyone can tell it’s the suspiciously absent ego he’s referring to. The googles presumed the meetings were a way of venting their anger before either did something they’d regret.

*DING*
Notification received: Please come to the meeting room ASAP for an emergency session on issues with certain individuals in the workplace. Thank you kindly, Darkiplier.
And with that, the googles set off to round everyone up, except for Wilford, who was still sulking in his dressing room.

Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13. Simon.

The worst thing about it all is that I miss Baz.

I keep thinking if only. If only the last few days hadn’t happened, and I didn’t know, and Baz was actually just my roommate who liked me. If only he wasn’t my arch-nemesis.

And it’s also true what I said to him; it doesn’t have to be like this. I don’t think he was faking it when he was being sweet and sarcastic Baz. The chemistry between us, that was real, too.

But it’s just so fucking useless to be thinking like this.

I keep expecting him to do something. Now that he knows where I sleep, I keep expecting him to take the opportunity to finally end me. It’s only the knowledge that he cares about his degree and would probably be questioned if his ex-boyfriend and roommate suddenly disappeared that allows me to get any sleep at night. We don’t speak to each other or look at each other if we can help it, and we both continue our superhero duties as if nothing has happened. The only difference is that now when one of us is hurt, we either avoid the room until we’ve healed, or we suffer in silence.

I prefer when he leaves the room. It’s hard, sometimes, to fight the instinct to walk over and try to comfort him, try to make it all better. I tell myself that it’s just my natural response as a superhero, and that any feelings I have left will disappear with time. The problem is that I’m still thinking of them as two separate people, Baz my roommate and Basilton my nemesis. I have to get used to the fact that the Baz who liked me doesn’t exist.

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top fifteen friends to lovers au

1. And Then A Bit by infinitelymint (158k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife (86k)

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new to the McLennon fandom and I've been checking your blog for a while now, and I noticed how you always say that John was ready to go back to Paul in the 80s, so I want to ask you: what gives you this idea? Could you explain it to us, please? I hope I'm not asking repetitive questions or smth like that. Your blog's pretty cool, btw :)

First of all, to talk about John’s desire to go back to Paul and England, we have to talk about 1975 and the Lost Weekend first. Cause that was the first time he mentioned his desire to go back working with Paul.

CASEY PIOTROWKSI’S FULL INTERVIEW WITH MAY PANG:
Excerpt:
Piotrowski: “Did John ever talk about the four of them getting together? Do you think it would have happened?”
Pang: “Yes. We did.”
Piotrowski: “Wow”
Pang: “Absolutely. (Quoting John) Maybe we’ll do one.”
Piotrowski: “One song?”
Pang: (Quoting John) “If one comes around and it works, maybe we’ll do another.”
Piotrowski: “Yeah.”
Pang: “But, yeah, we talked about it. And the first one that they talked about was early on, because it was early in ‘74 when it was discussed. (Quoting John) ‘Maybe we could do it for Fall of ‘74.’ And Harry Nilsson even said, ‘Oh, I want to sing,’ you know? But, obviously, certain things were not meant to be, as I would say.”
Piotrowski: “It just never happened.”
Pang: “It was just logistics. It was just a bunch of things going on at the time.”

In this interview, May Pang and Bob Bonis express their opinions about John and his desire to get back to Paul

This is a beautiful interview he gave in that period:

This is another beautiful interview in which he discusses the possibility to work again with Paul and go back to  England:


This is a quote by Roger Friedman, American writer who talked with May Pang:

[May] Pang told me the following story: Lennon was making plans to see Paul and Linda McCartney right before Ono pulled her string and brought him home to the Dakota in Manhattan. “Paul and Linda were going to New Orleans to record the Venus and Mars album,” May recalled. “And John found out they would be there. He made plans to surprise them down there. He was in a great mood and he really missed Paul.” Just as Lennon was making this plan, he was also trying to quit smoking. Enter Ono. “She told him she had a method for quitting and he should come over and she’d show him. I had a feeling this was a bad idea. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and I felt something was wrong. John told me not to worry, but I did.” Indeed, Pang was correct, since Lennon did not return to her. Pang can only surmise that Lennon shared his plans with Ono, who feared a reunion with the McCartneys would spur Lennon to leave her forever. Paul McCartney was, and is, Yoko Ono’s prime rival and arch enemy. Case in point: When Linda McCartney died in 1998, Paul didn’t invite Yoko to the memorial service in New York. He did invite May Pang, and she attended. “Linda was wonderful,” she said. At first when Pang told people about Lennon’s plans — after he’d left her — no one believed it. “But then something happened,” she said. “Derek Taylor, the Beatles’ publicist, showed me a postcard he’d gotten from John in England. It said, ‘Going to New Orleans to see Paul.’ And that was it. That was the proof.”- Roger Friedman, FoxNews.com, “Lennon planned to visit McCartney in 1974,” September 25, 2011

John also met Paul Simon in that period, and he asked him what he had to do wtih Paul:

“John Lennon once turned to Art Garfunkel for advice about a possible Beatles reunion in the mid-1970s. Garfunkel had set aside his ongoing feud with Paul Simon for a series of reunion concerts and Lennon wanted to pump him for information about the get together after revealing he was receiving offers to team up with Paul McCartney. The Bridge Over Troubled Waters singer recalls his chat with Lennon - in the bedroom of the Dakota building home he shared with Yoko Ono.

“Incredibly disarmingly, he said to me, ‘Artie, you worked with your Paul recently … I’m getting calls … that my Paul wants to work with me and I’m thinking about it … How did it go when you worked with Paul?’ “He was measuring his situation - the great John Lennon with Paul McCartney - with Paul and Artie and testing me out as if to make sure that my ego is fully established as a colleague of his,” he said.

A thrilled Garfunkel felt that his answer could be the catalyst for a Beatles reunion and he responded, “John, remember that there was a musical blend that was a great kick; if you can return to the fun of that sound and musical happenings with your old buddy and ignore the strands and complications of history, what I found with my Paul is the harmony and the sound happenings are a full agenda. They’ll keep you busy and you’ll have fun.”

Garfunkel left the meeting feeling confident that Lennon and McCartney would reunite. Appearing in new movie Beatles Stories, he says, “The subject seemed very straightforward and uncomplicated.” But the songwriting super-duo never did work together again - and Lennon was shot dead outside the Dakota building five years late”

From 1973, the year he had the first fight with Yoko to 1976, The Lost Weekend period, he started expressing his desire to go back to Paul in his songs too, like ‘I know, I know’, a song he wrote for Paul.

But when Yoko came back, suddenly everything wasn’t the same anymore. He came back to his househusband status in late 1976, taking care of Sean, making bread, and soon forgetting what he planned to do.

In 1979 then, and mostly in 1980, when he was splitting up with Yoko, his desire to come back to Paul grew up more, he wrote lots of songs for him. He made 4 demo recordings that he planned to complete with him: Free as a bird,  Real love, Now and then and Grow old with me. But he also wrote ‘Just like starting over’, in which he expresses his huge desire to go back to Paul and England.

Joe Flannery, the Beatles booking manager, and close friend to the Beatles, during an interview shared the last conversation he had with John, a couple of days before his death:

“We enjoyed a lengthy conversation. We talked a lot of rubbish of course. He was very well and happy but he missed Liverpool, he missed the others and he missed London but he told me at one stage that he regretted ‘getting too political’. He said that he had made a bit of a ‘t** of himself’. ‘We should start talking about me coming home before that b****** Nixon gets me’ he said. I was rather taken aback and asked him to explain. John launched into a diatribe against the former president. He was convinced that even out of office Nixon carried power and wanted him dead. He felt some kind of curse was hanging over him. He even suggested that I should fly out to New York when the time came to return with him on the liner. I was flattered but mentioned that I wondered whether the QE2 could actually get down the Mersey. ‘Look into it,’ John shouted, ‘I want to come home in a blaze of glory.’ As one might imagine I was buzzing after this wonderful conversation with my old friend. Of course it was not to be and I was soon to lose another friend pointlessly.”

And this is from the the book “The Beatles - The Dream Is Over - Off The Record 2″ - By Keith Badman:

Just days before his brutal death, John was making plans to return to England for a triumphant Beatles reunion.  His greatest dream was to recreate the musical magic of the early years with Paul, George and Ringo.  That dream depended on the success of ‘Starting Over’.  John was always an Englishman at heart.  He wanted to return to his roots but he wanted to do it in style.  John discussed the possibility of returning to England if ‘Starting Over’ made it to No.1″

Also, Paul always says that in the last period of John’s life they got very close, talking hours on the phone. Also George recalled that in the last period of 1980 John got closer to him and for him that was a good sign, that he probably wanted to get his friendship back. So, as you can see, John really wanted to start over, to go back to Paul, work with him again, and come back to England.

He didn’t just sing it in a song, he really meant it.

Favorite Things-chapter 4

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Summary- Max and Avonlea finally speak after the kiss incident. Max takes drastic measures with unintended consequences.

Warnings- Angst/Anxiety, Self Esteem Issues, Possessive Max, unseen violence, fluff.

Author Notes- I think I am going to do shorter chapters so I can post sooner rather than later. Eventually, I’m going to have to switch back over to Sunny Days and work on that again.

Word Count-1.5k-ish

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After his episode in the passageway, Max was only too happy to let Avonlea avoid him for a day or two. He wasn’t sure he could face her yet anyways. He still watched her and listened to her during the day. He avoided her bathroom and was successful at staying away while she slept.

He had learned so much about her in that time. She woke up early and wrote for an hour or two while drinking coffee every morning. She went out for errands after that. When she returned with groceries or dry cleaning, she would make herself a light lunch. Usually a salad with chicken or shrimp. Then she would clean while talking with her mom. That was his favorite part of the day. The conversations were hard to follow. They changed topic frequently without notice, and he always felt like most of what they said was an inside joke. It was worth the confusion just to hear her laughing. Light twinkling giggles or loud belly cramping bursts that would dissolve in tears. Every sound of joy was infectious. He’d sit in the darkness smiling until his cheeks burned. The thoughts of those laughs gave him reasons to smile the rest of the day.

Today, however, was the day he would see her again and explain his reaction. He would ask her out, and she would say yes. They would spend a wonderful evening together, and he would have a second chance.

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How many vacations do you need?

So I work in a clothing store and I love it. The only thing I can’t stand is my co-workers. None of them. And I could write a whole book why but my current top one is everyone’s abuse of vacations. Note all these vacations are 7-9 days and these are only the vacations from January till now. Boss is going on vacation #4 (Laughed at #1 cause she voted drumpf and was all about building that wall and yet she went to mexico…) Assistant man #1 is going on vacation #2 soon while #3 ( this one is 2 weeks!)is being planned already. Assistant man #2 is going on vacation #1 same time as boss and will come back for a week only to go back on vac #2. Assiant man #3 went on vacation and then just quit with no 2 week notice??? Part-timer just got off vac #2. Second Part-timer just asked for the whole summer off so she could do some Christian camp thing?? With our other part-timer working a full time job it was down to 4 people running this store for a week so people could go on vacations. I asked for 2 days of a month in advanced and got told no because all the part-timer requested it off as part of their vacations. Like what. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck. MORE VACATIONS? I’m not even suppose to be working full-time hours due to health reasons yet here I am…covering shifts and my ass can’t get two days off. And my boss wonders why so many people quit. I have no FUCKING clue…

Ty Dye

Tyler Joseph Imagine

Summary: The reader decides to dye her hair to surprise Tyler. When Tyler wakes up from his “nap,” he finds a surprise bigger than he expected.

(A/N): Hope this isn’t too terrible but it probably is. Sorry (not really) about the title being a pun…

Warnings: None.

Pairing(s):

Tyler x reader (boyfriend x girlfriend)

Josh x reader (best friends)

Word Count: 3,470 (yikes)




When your best friend Josh suggested you dye your hair, you instantly refused. You’ve had your natural hair color since birth and you weren’t changing that anytime soon. Well, that’s that you believed. It was only a day later when you and Josh were driving to the store to pick up Tyler when you actually considered it.

“C'mon, (Y/N) you’d look great with red hair,” Josh nagged, looking towards you and away from the busy road.

“Dun, keep your eyes on the dang road!” you yelled from the passenger’s seat.

Josh scoffed and focused on driving again. A few moments later you noticed him trying to hide a smirk.

“What now?” you pestered.

“If you dye your hair, maybe we could also get Tyler to try it… I mean of course you don’t have to, not like you want to see your boyfriend with firey red hair too, hmm?” Josh looked very smug saying this.

You actually considered what Josh was suggesting. Tyler would look good with vibrant hair, you could imagine it. You’d love to run your fingers through his soft crimson curls. The problem here was the fact that Tyler would refuse to dye his mocha hair every time the topic came up. You wanted to dye your hair even if Tyler wouldn’t, but you still had doubts.

“What if I don’t like it?” you asked Josh.

“Well, maybe we could only dye the ends? That way you can just get your hair cut after a couple of days if you don’t like it,” he pointed out.

“Will my hair end up getting damaged?”

You saw Josh raise his eyebrows.

“Trust me, I’m pretty positive I know which brands are the best. My hair has always been colored ever since you’ve met me anyways.”

Josh pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.

“Red right?” he asked.

You nodded.

“I’ll go pick up Tyler and then get the stuff we need. Oh and maybe we should keep this a secret from him, I’d love to see his reaction to the both of you with dyed hair,” Josh stepped out of the car before you had the chance to ask how it would be possible to discretely dye Tyler’s hair.

Your thought was interrupted by the car door behind the passenger’s seat being opened. The first thought that came to your mind was Lovely, I’m being abducted but a friendly face greeted you instead. Tyler gave you a small smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey Ty,” you returned his smile.

“I passed Josh while walking to the car. He briefly said he had to pick up some stuff too which is shocking since the dude usually pesters me to do that,” Tyler thought out loud.

“Oh, mhm.”

An awkward moment of silence passed between the two of you. You were bad at keeping secrets and whatever Josh had in mind for a plan would probably end up getting to Tyler somehow. Everything and anything happening to you was usually immediately said to Tyler. You felt guilty not being able to tell him about your hair. Even though it was just hair you didn’t want to keep anything from him.

Your uncomfortable situation was saved by Josh unlocking the car that was already unlocked. You were surprised at how quick he was in and out of the store.

“You know, you should lock the car once you leave it. Someone could’ve stolen the car or me,” you scoffed.

Josh made sure to hide the hair products underneath the seat before taking note of what you said.

“Let’s be honest here, if anything was about to happen you, Tyler would smell it- or sense it? Whatever. But he would know from miles away,” he laughed.

“That’s highly possible,” said Tyler.

“But is it plausible?” you asked both of them.



15 minutes later you arrived home back at yours and Tyler’s apartment building. Josh lived in the same complex, a useful factor when Tyler had music ideas or if the three of you just wanted to hang out.

“So what’s in the bag,” Tyler gestured to the flimsy plastic bag Josh was carrying.

Josh froze for a couple seconds, probably trying to decide whether or not to lie to Tyler.

“Hair dye,” he said blankly.

You were surprised when Tyler didn’t question him any further, but it wasn’t unusual for Josh to be buying hair color. After all, his hair hadn’t been its natural color for many years. The three of you made your way towards the front doors and inside the building. You were walking up the second flight of stairs when you stopped.

“Aw, darn, wait I forgot my phone in Josh’s car,” you lied. You felt guilty again for trying to be distant from Tyler.

Josh saw you checking your phone just a couple moments earlier so he took the hint.

“Alright, Tyler why don’t you go up to you guys’ place and do whatever. The car is locked so I’ll go with (Y/N) real quick,” he played along.

“You sure?” Tyler asked.

“Tyler, the car is literally two seconds away, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him.

You patted his back softly and spun around, heading back down the stairs with Josh while Tyler continued ascending. In a couple minutes you were through the lobby and out the front doors.

“So what do you really need?” Josh asked.

“First of all what’s in the bag the bag and how are we going to dye Tyler’s hair secretly?” you crossed your arms.

“I bought four boxes of the hair dye because you’ve got a heck ton of hair and just in case anything goes wrong. Plus we’ve got Tyler’s too. Better be safe than sorry. Oh, and I also got some sleeping medicine because that’ll come in handy later when we dye Tyler’s hair,” Josh said this as if it was no big deal.

You raised your eyebrows at Josh as he showed you the sleeping medicine. It was one of the strongest brands. Soon his plan clicked together.

“We’re going to drug my boyfriend and dye his hair while he sleeps,” you stated.

Josh only grinned and pulled you by your arm back into the building.

“Better hurry up before he gets suspicious, right?”



Tyler was sitting on your living room couch playing video games when you entered the apartment, which didn’t surprise you.

“Hi guys,” he said in a monotone voice without looking away from the TV.

You removed your shoes and walked over to sit next to Tyler on the couch. Josh passed you on his way to the bathroom with the hair dye. He quickly placed a finger to his lips to hint at you to stay quiet.

You leaned your head on Tyler’s shoulder.

“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day, Ty?”

“Dunno, maybe Josh needs help dying his hair or something later. But we can do whatever you want now.” Tyler yawned while pausing his game and placing the controller down.

You were unsure of what to sugguest, but you wanted to be sweet to Tyler considering his hair was going to be dyed without his permission.

“No, it’s alright. Let’s do whatever you want to do Ty,” you pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Whatever I want to do?”

“On second thought, never mind,” you hit Tyler’s shoulder playfully.

“Oh heck, I’m still here you know. I can hear you two!” Josh yelled from the bathroom.

“How about Josh and I make some lunch? It’s getting late. You stay here, Tyler. Finish your game or something,” you raised your voice while saying “Josh and I” so Josh would get your hint once again.

Sure enough, Josh made his way out of the bathroom and met you in your kitchen. Thankfully, your kitchen had a wall separating it from the living room so Tyler wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation with Josh.

“Now what’s the plan? Keep in mind this is all your idea though,” you laughed softly.

“Well we need Tyler to consume the sleeping medicine so I was thinking we could put it in his drink or something,” Josh removed the medicine from its plastic bag.

You took it from him and unscrewed the lid. To your surprise, the solution was clear and wouldn’t affect the color of whatever Tyler wanted to drink.

“I like your brain, Dun.”

Josh nodded and stepped out of the kitchen momentarily.

“Tyler, what do you want to drink?” he asked.

“Apple juice is fine,” you heard your boyfriend mumble. You chuckled at Tyler’s choice, he acted like such a child at times.

Josh returned to the kitchen.

“So the medicine is grape flavored which is a slight issue. Good he didn’t choose water though yikes- anyways we might have to give him the medicine in two rounds so he doesn’t taste the grape,” he pulled the apple juice out of the refrigerator.

“Tyler’s pretty oblivious to multiple things so he most likely won’t notice the medicine. He’s too focused on his game anyways. You go do that while I make us lunch.”

You two shuffled around the kitchen, you prepared the meal while Josh mixed the medicine into two glasses of juice. Suddenly, you were worried that what you were doing wasn’t safe. Could you mix sleeping medicine into a drink and consume it without somehow being harmed?“

“Josh, is this safe?” you whispered to your friend while fixing up the last sandwich.

“Of course,” he grinned, “I did it to my siblings all the time.”



Josh carried a glass of drugged apple juice to Tyler while you brought a sandwich to him. You weren’t surprised when Tyler was still playing his video game. He saw you two approach and paused it. You and Josh set his food on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh wow thanks guys. You’re being pleasant today, Josh, that’s a shocker,” Tyler said while picking up his glass.

Josh smiled nervously. You sat down next to Tyler, but held your breath as he took a sip of juice. Both you and Josh were silent.

Tyler continued drinking but looked between you two with a confused expression. You and Josh exchanged a hopeless glance, surely Tyler knew something was up.

He set his glass down.

“What?”

You finally exhaled and saw Josh do the same. You smiled at Tyler.

“Just eat your food, buddy,” you ruffled your boyfriend’s hair before making your way to the kitchen again. Josh joined you shortly.

You two waited for Tyler to finish his lunch before eating yours. Tyler got up to get more juice but Josh sat him down again, sheepishly passing another drugged glass to him.

You joined Tyler once again while he was finishing his second glass.

“Hey babe,” he slurred

“You tired?” you hopefully asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tyler mumbled and wrapped his arms around you. He slowly began to lean against you.

“Uh- I can tell I suppose. Why don’t you get some sleep, Ty?”

“This is weird, I’m never tired during the afternoon. Why am I sleepy (Y/N)?”

While remaining quiet, you craned your neck to get a look at Tyler’s face. His eyelids we’re drooping quickly.

“Because you drank a heck load of sleeping medicine sweetie.”

“What? I wouldn’t- how di-” Tyler started but didn’t finish. His body started leaned fully onto yours until you were lying next to Tyler on the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around yours.

“Josh!” you whisper shouted.

He jogged into the room and frowned but then grinned at your current situation.

“Just move, he’s not going to hear or feel a single thing.”

Sure enough you removed Tyler’s arms from around your waist and stood up. Tyler remained asleep.

“He’s going to kill us when he finds out what we’re about to do to his hair,” you shook your head.

“Better get on with it then,” Josh stated.

It was a strange process– preparing to dye a knocked out person’s hair. Josh wanted to drag Tyler to the bathroom but you argued that he would wake up. Eventually, you two decided to just line part of the couch with plastic bags in a feeble attempt to protect it. Again, Tyler didn’t wake up or even fidget. “Josh… what if… he’s dead,” anxiety filled you.

Josh placed the bags in his hands down slowly and made his way over to Tyler’s sleeping form. He placed two fingers on Tyler’s neck, feeling for his pulse, then looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth parted slightly.

“JOSH!” you dropped everything you were carrying and darted to Tyler.

“There’s a pulse,” he beamed at you.

You smacked Josh’s leg.

“Why am I even friends with you… just dye his fricking hair, Dun.”


Coloring Tyler’s hair looked enjoyable but unusual at the same time, considering that he was fully knocked out. You watched Josh work dye into Tyler’s hair in awe. You wanted to help, but didn’t want to screw up his hair even more than it already would be. Within about 10 minutes, Tyler’s fluffy hair was now damp and fully covered in the red solution. The process of planning and getting Tyler to fall asleep took five times as long as the dyeing.

“This is so evil,” Josh muttered and stood up.

“Like I said, your idea. Not mine. Plus you’re the one who did all the work,” you giggled.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways it’s time to color yours,” he smirked.

You sighed and shuffled to your bathroom. Josh followed you with a chair from the dining and a couple dark towels. He placed a towel around your neck as you sat down in front of the mirror.

“Just know if you end up screwing up my hair or staining anything in this bathroom- including me and my clothes- I will slather dye on your face,” you warned him.

“I’ll try my best not to, I don’t want to look related to a tomato anytime soon,” Josh chuckled.

Before you knew it, Josh announced he was done dyeing the ends of your hair. You looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh,” you said.

“It’s not going to look red until you wash it out. Wait an hour through,” Josh instructed.

“Yeah, I’m not that dumb Josh. Anyways, we have to wash out Tyler’s hair now don’t we?” 

Josh knocked over a tube of hair color, which was luckily still sealed, and turned towards you. His face began to turn pink.

“I might have forgotten about that part,” Josh groaned, “we need to get Tyler into the bathtub then.”


You and Josh found yourselves in another awkward situation. The living room was located on one side of your apartment while the bathroom was on the other side. Both of you frowned at Tyler’s sleeping form once again.

“He’s not going to wake up, right?” you questioned Josh without looking at him.

“He’s been sleeping for two hours so I don’t really know, I don’t think he will” he mumbled back.

You made your way over to Tyler’s legs while Josh stood by his head. Josh lifted Tyler and shifted him up by pulling him from under his arms then setting him down again. His head and neck lolled off the couch’s arm rest. You burst out laughing at Tyler’s posture while Josh just smiled and shushed you.

“Quiet, he could wake up you know!” he scolded.

You stifled your giggles and grabbed Tyler’s ankles in an attempt to help Josh carry Tyler to the bathroom.

“Lift him on three- one, two, three,” Josh instructed.

You and Josh awkwardly carried Tyler to the bathroom. During the trek, Tyler’s still damp and dyed hair somehow ended up smearing on Josh’s shirt. Josh cursed at Tyler’s limp figure as the dye soaked into his light colored shirt.

Tyler was placed in the bathtub gently on his back. He remained asleep.

“I still think he’s dead,” you scowled.

“If he’s not dead already, he will be soon because we’ll probably drown him on accident,” Josh pointed out.

Reaching into the tub, you bent Tyler’s legs up a little more and pulled him towards the end of the tub as much as you could so he wouldn’t be directly under the stream of water. You let go and both of his legs fell to the side, making his waist twist in an uncomfortable looking way.

“Oh gosh Tyler I’m so sorry,” you reached over to try and fix him again but Josh stopped you.

“Leave him be. Let’s just wash the dang dye out and get this over with.”

Josh slowly turned the knob so there was a slow stream of water. He guided it with his hand towards Tyler’s hair. A trail of tinted red water lead from his hair to the drain. You suddenly realized the two of you didn’t use your brains to its full potential. When you splash water on your face, you feel refreshed and more awake.

You were about to stop Josh when of course, he accidentally splashed water on Tyler’s face. Tyler groaned.

Josh swore and you froze, both of you had your eyes glued to Tyler’s face. The running water suddenly seemed like the loudest noise in the universe as you waited for Tyler to react. Josh shut it off in a hurry.

To your absolute horror, Tyler’s eyelashes slowly fluttered open. His tired eyes made contact with yours and you stared back. This lasted about 20 seconds before Josh abruptly broke the silence.

“Whoops would you look at that! I think it’s time for me to go for a bit, I’m not dying today,” he frantically stood up, hands still dripping with water, and ran out the bathroom door. It slammed close.

You continued to watched Tyler grimly. He shifted around taking in his surroundings.

“(Y/N) why am I wet?” Tyler croaked.

“So, well-”

“Oh my God I’m dying. I’m dying aren’t I?” your boyfriend said as he reached to fix his soaked hair and brought his hand back down. Tyler examined his now red hand in horror and disgust.

“Why am I in the tub? Did I pass out? My head is bleeding. (Y/N)! You have blood on your hair, who did this to you?” Tyler continued to helplessly panic.

A small laugh came from Josh on the other side of the closed door.

“Tyler, baby your head is not bleeding and neither is mine,” you smiled down at Tyler who was still looking at you in shock.

He remained quiet while you turned on the water and finished rinsing out his almost fully washed hair. You washed out yours the best you could as well. To your surprise, he didn’t protest or question you.

“What happened to me?” Tyler timidly asked.

“We dyed your hair buddy!” Josh yelled from the other side of the door.

Tyler bolted up, mouth hanging open. His hands flew to the top of his head.

Before Tyler could get out, you threw a large towel over his face and pushed him back into the still wet tub.

“What did you two do to me?” his words were being muffled by the towel as you dried off his hair.

“Look Ty, I know you’ll be mad but it’ll look great,” you lifted the towel off of Tyler’s face and his concerned brown eyes examined you.

“So uh- Josh and I put sleeping medicine in the apple juice you wanted to drink and then when you were pretty much knocked out we dyed your hair and my ends red but this was all Josh’s idea so you should consult him about this situation,” you spoke very fast.

You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Tyler’s cold lips before pulling him out of the bath tub. He wobbled a bit but let you pull him over in front of the mirror. Tyler’s hair was still slightly damp but now a deep crimson color. The ends of your hair matched his perfectly. You beamed at your boyfriend who was still soaked with water.

Tyler mirrored (oh that pun) the smile on your face before saying, “now we look extra.”

You frowned and hit Tyler lightly, pulling away from his embrace.

“Hey, I don’t think I deserved that. I was just drugged by my best friend and my girlfriend only to wake up in a tub filled with water and my hair an entirely different color,” Tyler pouted.

“You look great though, really. I’m surprised you’re not upset. But now we can do anything you want- just like I promised earlier,” you wrapped your arms around Tyler’s torso.

“Oh, anything?” Tyler smirked and pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

You pushed Tyler away from you.

“Shut up, Joseph.”




(A/N) I apologize for this being very overdue and awfully written.

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

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Chapter 21

‘Is there anything you cant do?’ you mumble around your mouthful of food as your eyes continue to wonder around the breakfast Jin had made you, all the colours, shapes and smells of everything laid out making your stomach continue to grumble interestedly despite having already eaten 1/3 of it.

‘…I mean…I cant dance very well.’ He murmurs as he watches you eat with a smile, accepting the bite you offering him every now and again, but for the majority simply sitting there with his chopsticks poised, and getting full on the sight of you happily eating the food he’d prepared for you.

‘Well we both know that’s a lie, after the way you performed last night.’ You point out, shaking your head amusedly and missing the way his eyes flash excitedly at your comment, just before he reaches over to wipe a spot of sauce from the corner of your lip as he responds.

‘Actually, im the worst dancer out of all of us…but it makes me happy that you still seem to think I can dance.’ He murmurs, smiling at you when you dip your head slightly in embarrassment at having been caught with food on your face, before leaning back and smiling to himself before proceeding to eat.

‘…if you consider yourself a bad dancer, then you clearly haven’t seen someone like me dance.’ You murmur, internally cringing at some of the memories you had of awkward times when you’d been called out for how bad your dancing was, and only just catching Jin’s intrigued grin before he suddenly stands up and walks around the table to offer you his hand.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask, not hesitating as you set your chopsticks down and let him pull you up, but soon wishing you hadn’t been so eager when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few moments one of the same songs that you’d heard the night before begins to blast from the speaker.

‘Im going to teach you how to dance.’ He explains, grinning at you cheekily, and raising his eyebrows daring you to object when he sees your mouth open to argue, before quickly spinning you into his arms with your back to his chest, and you find your wrists shackled by his long fingers.

‘Jin!’ you whine as he begins to throw your arms about, but you couldn’t find it in you to get truly mad at him, when he proceeded to say the rap in your ear as his chest rubbed against your back, and chuckles kept escaping him whenever you’d almost fall over together.

‘Have I told you how cute you look in my jumper?’ he suddenly asks, pulling you to a momentary stop as he forces you to acknowledge his question.

‘No-‘

‘Well you look utterly adorable.’ He murmurs, grinning against your cheek, before pulling you quickly into the next move an leaving you breathless.

Before long he had you in fits of laughter, upgrading to singing the song against the skin of your neck as he made your body move, and even though you were utterly breathless with the smell and feel of him all around you, you couldn’t help but have the thought that that moment was pure heaven.

But today, heaven was filled with Devils.

‘What are you two doing?’

Namjoon’s voice interrupting the moment has you both sucking in a shocked breath as you look up to see him stood in front of you where he’d been on his way to the kitchen, a confused frown pulling at his brow, that somehow had become contorted with a smirk.

‘Uh….’ You mutter, looking beside you at Jin to see his eyes dancing over the floor whilst his cheeks were beaming a rosy pink, before you look back at the man before you with a sheepish grin.

‘We were…just eating breakfast-‘

‘…sure you were…we’ll Im going to go and make myself some coffee, so you two go back to-…doing whatever you were doing.’ He scoffs, shaking his head in bemusement before disappearing into the kitchen.

‘Maybe its time to leave.’ You whisper to Jin beside you once Namjoon was out of earshot, seeing him chuckle quietly to himself and dip his head to smother his grin in your neck, before leaving a lingering kiss against your skin, and standing up properly once again.

‘I think that would be a good idea.’

‘You know…after last night…I have a few questions.’ You state suddenly as Jin pulls out into the early morning traffic, his hand already having laid yours on the stick shift so that he could lay his over the top.

‘Such as?’ he muses as he switches lanes, a soft distracted smile on his face.

‘Well…for starters, how long have you been an idol?’ you ask, shifting in your seat to face him properly so that you could watch all of his expressions as he answers you, despite his eyes staying mostly on the traffic- although you smiled every time he turned his head momentarily to look at you.

‘I think its about…6 years now- although that’s including training as well, so technically only 4.’

‘And do you do anything besides work?’ you ask, grinning when he raises an eyebrow at your strange line of questioning, before simply smiling confusedly.

‘I enjoy playing video games, and I collect a few figurines.’ He murmurs, watching you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction, but you simply nod thoughtfully.

‘And did you live in Seoul before?-‘

‘Mhm, im a Seoul boy.’ He smiles, his thumb stroking over your knuckles distracting you momentarily before you blurt out your next question.

‘How much money do you get?-‘

‘Yah! Is this a dating profile, or are you trying to steal from me?’ he chuckles, surprised at your sudden invasiveness, and all you can do is bite your lip sheepishly and shake your head as you respond.

‘I didn’t mean it like that- …I just know that idols haven’t got a reputation for earning a lot for their first few years, and I was worried about how much you pay for things for me.’ You explain, frowning to yourself as you try to imagine how you could have phrased the question better.

‘Hey….I told you you didn’t have to worry about that didn’t I?’ he murmurs quietly, dragging you out of your thoughts so that you could peer up at him to see him looking over at you where he’d pulled up to your dorm, your obliviousness to your surroundings revealing just how deep in thought you’d been.

‘I know….I’m just so used to looking after myself, especially out her on my own in Seoul, that it worries me when other people try to pay for my things, or look after me.’ You explain quietly, drawing your eyes away from your dorm building out your window and turning to see him watching you with a thoughtful expression, before he leans his head back on the seat and smiles at you softly

‘That’s understandable….but I think you should let me look after you for now….I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.’ He murmurs, letting go of your hand on the stick shift to reach his fingers over to trail gently over your lips.

‘Your my princess, and I am your prince.’

(T.B.C)

What If I Had Lost You?

Characters: Sam, Dean, sister!reader, Jody.

Words:  ~1870

Warnings: angst, angst, angst and more angst. torture, possible reader death. I think that’s all. This is basically pure angst.

A/N: It’s angst day kiddos! This is my entry for Taylor’s ( @impalaimagining) angst day challenge. My prompt was “What if I had lost you?” which is bolded in the fic.

Beta’d by Kayla :) ( @one-shots-supernatural)

Your name: submit What is this?

“Why can’t I come?” you begged. “I’m not a baby anymore!”

“I said no!” Dean shouted. “I will not let you hunt with us!”

“Why?!” You shouted back at him. “I’ve never missed my shot! Even when it’s a moving target!”

“Because it’s too dangerous!” he yelled. “I’m not going to let you come and get hurt!”

“You and Sam get hurt all the time!” you argued.

“That’s different.” he snapped.

“How is it different!” you shouted.

“Because it’s me!” he barked. “You’re not coming, end of discussion!”

He spun around nearly running into Sam who was standing in the doorway.

“Get in the car Sam.” he snapped stomping around him.

“Jody will be here in a few minutes to watch you while we’re gone.” he told you.

“I suppose you think I’m a baby too.” you muttered shoving past him and stomping to your room, slamming the door on the way.

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Pirate Booty - Samifer Pirate!AU

Words: 10,574

Summary: Sam works at a bar in Nassau, a town frequented by sailors and pirates alike. He’s been there for two years now, a 16-year-old boy who doesn’t know how much his life will be thrown upside down when a group of pirates enters the bar one night. One of them, a blond guy named Lucifer, is different than the rest and quickly sparks Sam’s interest. Before he knows what happened he’s bewitched by his charm and there’s nothing he can do about it. Little does he know he fell for one of the most dangerous men possible…

pirate!au, pirate!lucifer, young!sam, smut, fluff, angst, arguing, idk pirate stuff I guess?

Note: It’s been a while since I posted my last fic, but this one had to be done! This is a gift for my dear @rdshepard  - I love you bro and I truly hope you enjoy it! And a big thank you to @brieflymaximumprincess who helped me with her amazing ideas! I apologize for this being so long, I got carried away.

Tagging: @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @spnyoucantkeepmedown @wait-what5 @wearemykingdom

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Angel with a shotgun: Castiel X Reader

This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s writing challenge (sorry its a bit late i’ve just gotten onto my laptop again)

The song is: Angel with a shotgun (hence the title) and my emotion was heartbroken/heartbreak.

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Run

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Jaebum.

“Boss, they’re here” Jinyoung said as he closed the door. I sighed putting my papers back on the desk and adjusted my suit. I walked out of the room towards my meeting room. As I walked in everyone stood up and bowed. I went to my seat at the end of the table and grabbed a cigarette. “So you’re interested in having a partnership with EXO” their leader, Suho spoke. “We have shipments coming in we’re unable to pick up due to it being on your territory” I inhaled the smoke and glanced at Suho. “Things do come with a price” he leaned back. “As expected”

BamBam walked in with a brief case and was about to place it in front of Suho before his member, Kai stopped him. “I’ll give it to him” he took the case out of BamBam hands before closely examining it then handing it to his leader. “In that brief case is 5 million dollars” Suho looked up to me. “You think I need your money? Are you not aware that EXO is the biggest mafia and may I say the richest. This little 5 million dollars is useless to me” he said while beginning to stand up. “I have another proposal that my intrigue you” he rolled eyes causing me to clench my jaw.

“You have some big competition. You forgot to add how Bangtan has gained international attention. That is something you do not have. They’re getting richer and slowly taking your business. My deal is to destroy them and everything they have becomes yours” Suho looked at me in disbelief. “You’re willing to risk everything just to be partners with us? You’re delusional” I looked at Jinyoung and he passed Suho papers showing out plans of taking Bangtan down. He had D.O look over it and he looked impressed. “Boss, this is amazing. Maybe you should consider”

D.O was Suho’s most trusted man. He takes his word always. Suho looked over the papers himself. “I’m impressed, consider GOT7 and EXO together. But fuck anything up and we will not hesitate to destroy you. You all have a nice day, goodbye” they one by one exited the building. “They’re fucking idiots” I muttered to Jinyoung. “Soon we’ll be the mafia making history” the door slammed opened and BamBam walked in. “Jaebum, y/n is missing. Her parents keep calling me. She’s been home for 2 days” I picked up my phone and started tracking hers. “It says it’s by the place she walks home. She’s obviously not there though”

“Youngjae, pull up the security footage” a few moments later it was pulled onto the screen. I leaned back into my chair as the video played. Well, well Bangtan, I guess our plan is going to start early. “We’re going to have some fun” I smirked.

Y/n

I leaned against the wall exhausted. Taehyung has been teaching me how to fight all day and I’m so sore. “Can we stop now?” I huffed out. “I guess we can for now. Jimin is a tough person. He’ll say and do things that can hurt you physically and mentally. I’m trying to save you some pain” I nodded and looked towards the ground. “I know this isn’t easy for you but it’s the way it’s going to be. This kinda life is shitty but you get through it” I looked up at him. “How did you get involved with this?” He sat down on a crate. “I was 7 when I watched my parents murdered in front of me. I was going to be killed too but the leader said I should pay for my parents debts”

“As a kid you should be going to school and playing at the park with your friends. Not going around robbing banks or killing people. Jimin’s father said I could be something special in the future for them. Me and Jimin have been best friends since then. He was always mean to me. He’d always beat me up and make fun of me. I guess now that I look at it I understand why he’s like that. He’s forced to be heartless. You can’t kill people and do the things we do and still care. That’s why I’m confused as to why you’re here. He never cared about any girls. The girls he’s with are prostitutes for a night” after listening to him I’m confused too. Why does he want me here?

“I won’t be ever be able to leave, will I?” Taehyung nodded his head no. “I don’t know why I am treating you the way I am. I’m as bad as Jimin although my role in the gang is quite different. I get information from people or I bring people here. But I have special tactics” he winked. I looked the other way catching on to what he meant. “He’s serious about you. If I were you I would play nice with everyone. They might not be as welcoming. Don’t talk to anyone either. Also, be obedient. I don’t want you knowing what happens to those who disobey. It’s not fun” footsteps were heard walking down the steps.

It was Jungkook. “Jimin needs you, leave the girl” taehyung nodded and left. I continued to stare at the ground. “You’re beautiful, have a nice body, innocent, I wonder how long you’ll last here. This is not the place for little girls like yourself” he circled around you. “Jimin better get his shit together because we don’t need another distraction” he growled. What’s his problem with me? It’s not like I came here willingly. “You know what, come here” he gripped your forearm and led you down another hallway. He unlocked a door and your mouth opened. You were outside.

So close to freedom. “Run little kitty” he pushed you and you didn’t hesitate to run. Tears freely ran down your face. You continued to run until you heard a loud ‘boom’ you looked back to see Suga on top of the building with a sniper. You froze in place. You looked towards where Jungkook was. He was laughing. Doors where pushed opened loudly and Jimin came out looking angry as ever. He stomped his way towards you and gripped your shoulders. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been nothing but nice and this is the way you want to act? Fine, let’s play dirty” he tore a piece of your shirt and tied it around your head covering your eyes.

You assumed he walked back into the large house. You could only hear doors being opened. You were thrown to the ground and your arms were being pulled. As your body slammed against the wall you couldn’t help but cry in pain. You felt handcuffs being put tightly on your wrists. The shirt was ripped from your head. “You’re going to stay down here until I think you’ve became good. This isn’t your only punishment. I’ve looked at your records. What caught my eye was older brother, Bobby. You two seem very close. Maybe it’s time we pay him a visit. You have fun down here” you began to scream and pled for him not to touch your brother.

You couldn’t see anything. The room was pitch black. You couldn’t hold in the sobs any longer. Stupid Jungkook, stupid Jimin, stupid everything. Why can’t I just disappear? I hate this.

Jimin

I couldn’t control the anger raging through my body. I pushed the door opened to where Jungkook was. I pushed him off the chair he was sitting on and pulled my gun out. “Listen to me you brat. If you ever pull shit like that again I will kill you, got it? You got one last time, Jungkook. Don’t fuck it up” I slipped my gun back into my pants and walked into my office. I would never hurt Jungkook. He’s so young and has a lot to learn still. He just needs to learn his place and not keep causing trouble.

“Jimin” I looked up and saw Suga. “Someone’s on the phone for you. You aren’t going to be happy” I sighed and picked up the phone. “What do you want” “is that anyway to speak to anyone? Didn’t your father teach you manners Jiminie?” I growled. “What the fuck do you want, Jaebum” “one of your guys has been lurking around out territory. Check that before I do. I’d hate to have to go to extreme measure with this one” “if you touch any of my men I will ruin you all. Don’t fuck with me” I slammed the phone down. Yet another headache I’m forced to deal with.

“Jimin we gotta talk” I rolled my head back. “What is it taehyung” he sat down on the chair in front of my desk. “What are you doing with that girl? What’s special about her? Does she have information we need or did she-” “I’m just interested in her” taehyung scoffed. “You’ve never been interested in any girl. This is ridiculous. When is Jungkook going to kill her. I know he’s been anxious to” I glared at him. “No one will be killing her unless it’s me. She’s staying alive for a long time” I growled. “You’re being fucking stupid. What do you need a girl around for?” “You worry about your business and I’ll worry about mine”

“What do you think is going to happen if she stays? What do you think you two will be in a happy relationship and going on dinner dates? Normal isn’t what we have Jimin. We aren’t capable of loving another person because of how fucked up we are. When things ends it doesn’t come with a happy ending. You’re not even treating her well. You kidnapped her, harassed her, you have her locked in a room right now” I broke my pen with my thumb. “She tried to run. She has to know her place” taehyung looked at me in disbelief. “You know what this is your business. I’ll stay out of it. I’m just trying to say you need to end this now because you know how it will end” with that he left my office.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. What the hell does he know. I stood up to go talk to Suga until something crashed again my window and fell onto my floor. I walked to it and squat down. It was a rock. Oh how original of people to do. It had something written on it.

‘Be prepared’

I shot up and walked to the window. A helicopter was flying away. “Boys!” I screamed out. They rushed into the room. “Someone picked the mafia to fuck with”

A/n and that’s chapter 3! I know it seems boring. Y'all drama will be going downnnnn in the next chapter. Be ready for that 😂 that you so much for the love and support you’re giving. Until next Monday! Remember you’re always free to message me for any kinda of reason. I’m here for you 😋❤️ I love youuuuuu

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

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Chapter 21

‘Is there anything you cant do?’ you mumble around your mouthful of food as your eyes continue to wonder around the breakfast Jin had made you, all the colours, shapes and smells of everything laid out making your stomach continue to grumble interestedly despite having already eaten 1/3 of it.

‘…I mean…I cant dance very well.’ He murmurs as he watches you eat with a smile, accepting the bite you offering him every now and again, but for the majority simply sitting there with his chopsticks poised, and getting full on the sight of you happily eating the food he’d prepared for you.

‘Well we both know that’s a lie, after the way you performed last night.’ You point out, shaking your head amusedly and missing the way his eyes flash excitedly at your comment, just before he reaches over to wipe a spot of sauce from the corner of your lip as he responds.

‘Actually, im the worst dancer out of all of us…but it makes me happy that you still seem to think I can dance.’ He murmurs, smiling at you when you dip your head slightly in embarrassment at having been caught with food on your face, before leaning back and smiling to himself before proceeding to eat.

‘…if you consider yourself a bad dancer, then you clearly haven’t seen someone like me dance.’ You murmur, internally cringing at some of the memories you had of awkward times when you’d been called out for how bad your dancing was, and only just catching Jin’s intrigued grin before he suddenly stands up and walks around the table to offer you his hand.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask, not hesitating as you set your chopsticks down and let him pull you up, but soon wishing you hadn’t been so eager when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few moments one of the same songs that you’d heard the night before begins to blast from the speaker.

‘Im going to teach you how to dance.’ He explains, grinning at you cheekily, and raising his eyebrows daring you to object when he sees your mouth open to argue, before quickly spinning you into his arms with your back to his chest, and you find your wrists shackled by his long fingers.

‘Jin!’ you whine as he begins to throw your arms about, but you couldn’t find it in you to get truly mad at him, when he proceeded to say the rap in your ear as his chest rubbed against your back, and chuckles kept escaping him whenever you’d almost fall over together.

‘Have I told you how cute you look in my jumper?’ he suddenly asks, pulling you to a momentary stop as he forces you to acknowledge his question.

‘No-‘

‘Well you look utterly adorable.’ He murmurs, grinning against your cheek, before pulling you quickly into the next move an leaving you breathless.

Before long he had you in fits of laughter, upgrading to singing the song against the skin of your neck as he made your body move, and even though you were utterly breathless with the smell and feel of him all around you, you couldn’t help but have the thought that that moment was pure heaven.

But today, heaven was filled with Devils.

‘What are you two doing?’

Namjoon’s voice interrupting the moment has you both sucking in a shocked breath as you look up to see him stood in front of you where he’d been on his way to the kitchen, a confused frown pulling at his brow, that somehow had become contorted with a smirk.

‘Uh….’ You mutter, looking beside you at Jin to see his eyes dancing over the floor whilst his cheeks were beaming a rosy pink, before you look back at the man before you with a sheepish grin.

‘We were…just eating breakfast-‘

‘…sure you were…we’ll Im going to go and make myself some coffee, so you two go back to-…doing whatever you were doing.’ He scoffs, shaking his head in bemusement before disappearing into the kitchen.

‘Maybe its time to leave.’ You whisper to Jin beside you once Namjoon was out of earshot, seeing him chuckle quietly to himself and dip his head to smother his grin in your neck, before leaving a lingering kiss against your skin, and standing up properly once again.

‘I think that would be a good idea.’


‘You know…after last night…I have a few questions.’ You state suddenly as Jin pulls out into the early morning traffic, his hand already having laid yours on the stick shift so that he could lay his over the top.

‘Such as?’ he muses as he switches lanes, a soft distracted smile on his face.

‘Well…for starters, how long have you been an idol?’ you ask, shifting in your seat to face him properly so that you could watch all of his expressions as he answers you, despite his eyes staying mostly on the traffic- although you smiled every time he turned his head momentarily to look at you.

‘I think its about…6 years now- although that’s including training as well, so technically only 4.’

‘And do you do anything besides work?’ you ask, grinning when he raises an eyebrow at your strange line of questioning, before simply smiling confusedly.

‘I enjoy playing video games, and I collect a few figurines.’ He murmurs, watching you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction, but you simply nod thoughtfully.

‘And did you live in Seoul before?-‘

‘Mhm, im a Seoul boy.’ He smiles, his thumb stroking over your knuckles distracting you momentarily before you blurt out your next question.

‘How much money do you get?-‘

‘Yah! Is this a dating profile, or are you trying to steal from me?’ he chuckles, surprised at your sudden invasive-ness, and all you can do is bite your lip sheepishly and shake your head as you respond.

‘I didn’t mean it like that- …I just know that idols haven’t got a reputation for earning a lot for their first few years, and I was worried about how much you pay for things for me.’ You explain, frowning to yourself as you try to imagine how you could have phrased the question better.

‘Hey….I told you you didn’t have to worry about that didn’t I?’ he murmurs quietly, dragging you out of your thoughts so that you could peer up at him to see him looking over at you where he’d pulled up to your dorm, your obliviousness to your surroundings revealing just how deep in thought you’d been.

‘I know….I’m just so used to looking after myself, especially out her on my own in Seoul, that it worries me when other people try to pay for my things, or look after me.’ You explain quietly, drawing your eyes away from your dorm building out your window and turning to see him watching you with a thoughtful expression, before he leans his head back on the seat and smiles at you softly

‘That’s understandable….but I think you should let me look after you for now….I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.’ He murmurs, letting go of your hand on the stick shift to reach his fingers over to trail gently over your lips.

‘You’re my princess, and I am your prince.’

(T.B.C)

8

Back At It Again💪🏽🏥💉💉

Due to the weather conditions the other day.I got piled up with all these patients and ended up with a big ass headache. Soon as i walk in the building all you hear is “Nurse Gates” all fucking day. These nurses in here love to fuck with me lol. I’m trying to leave and go do what i planned to do after work. They got my ass waiting here to be relieved of duty. I hope ya’ll day went as well as mines.