i still tear up in that scene and he was cool with it :'d

Season 13 Wishlist

Here we go, following on from last years Season 12 Wishlist, this is a post of all the things I would like to get out of Season 13 of Supernatural! With less that 1 week to go before the season premier. I don’t think I did too badly with the things I wanted from Season 12, here’s hoping Season 13 will be everything we are all hoping it will be.

1.    My ‘Dean coming out’ episode idea. SO badly. I will continue to desperately pray to the fandom gods for this idea to somehow make it into the show. We need Dean out of the closet in season 13. I want this more than ANYTHING else.

2.    The shedding of Dean’s ‘performance mask’ for Sam. This idea comes backed with thousands of words of meta on the topic and is a big one. Because of what we got in 12x22. I would like the continuation of this in the show (also seemingly something we may get following the symbolism of THIS from the promo.) I just want Sam to finally see it too. Maybe get a confession of some kind from Dean to Sam.

3.    The continuation of Pining!Dean that we had heavily in season 11. Moments like Dean’s confession in 10x16, Sam’s speech in 11x04, Basically everything in 11x11…Follow your heart Dean… Yeah, I want more of this.

4.    Castiel completing his transformation arc. This is important as we need to be able to see clearly where Cas’s story is going. Following his death I want to see the metaphorical phoenix rising from the ashes (and igniting the flames of Luuurrrvve) lol. What WOULD be cool is actually getting a MOTW story with an actual Phoenix since we know they exist and the symbolism would be beautiful. But basically I want the return of BAMF Cas being able to hold his own against the bad guys and beating his depression and PTSD once and for all.

5.    Cas facing himself in the Empty and admitting some home truths. Like how he is in love with Dean and wants to be human? Anything that finally starts answering the questions that Cas has had thrown his way since season 8. Cas’s whole story built around this idea of “what are you Castiel, an Angel or a Man?” and “Crack in his Chassis” and everything else that leads to the inevitable decision to shed the chains of heaven and freely let go of his grace for a human life that the show has been building on for ACTUAL YEARS.

6.    An explanation for what happened to Cas at the end of 12x19 that makes sense. I really hope that we do find out what Jack did to Cas, because he definitely did something, and all the symbolism and narrative mirrors point to Jack taking control (however briefly) but we certainly didn’t get any answers before season 12 ended.

7.    Sam Winchester building relationships outside of Dean. I need this for Sam so badly. I want to see him become his own man, to continue to do what he did in 12x22 – stepping out of his brother’s shadow and leading the hunters to victory. Sam is a natural leader, he just hasn’t realised it all these years. I want Sam to find a true purpose in life and pursue that. Whether that be by continuing to form relationships with other hunters or by taking Jack on as an apprentice and devoting his time to shaping Jack into the polar opposite of Lucifer – which would be truly poetic given Sam’s history.

8.    Sam Winchester killing Lucifer once and for all – again a big one for me. I am done with Lucifer and want him dead. I think that the only person who truly should get the pleasure of killing Lucifer is Sam. With the help of Cas and Jack. I want Lucifer dead by season end.

9.    Eileen’s return – her death made NO SENSE and was extremely poorly executed. She is sadly another Charlie but this time she deserves redemption from that shitty excuse for an episode. For Sam’s sake as well, I desperately want her back.

10.  The total annihilation of the toxic co-dependency – Already basically covered above, but it’s important enough to need its own point. I think we now need an episode that specifically shows how it is destroyed. We need to see the brothers NOT doing stupid shit like selling their souls for each other or taking a bunch of pills just to speak to a reaper to try to bargain for your brothers life, or just generally making terrible choices with horrible consequences to save your brothers life. We NEED an episode where the opposite happens.

11.  For Mary Winchester to get a strong and interesting storyline, to realise how her deal was actually a best case scenario given the circumstances of the AU world, and to come to terms with her new life outside of heaven. I do hope that now she has fulfilled her purpose for Dean, they will give her a chance to work on her relationship with Sam, and being stuck in the AU world should relieve some of that guilt, so that when she does return she will be in a better place.

12.  Some fun Winchester family moments – it would be nice to get even a few small moments of Winchester family bonding – brother pranks – talks with mum – More “teachable moments” with Cas – just the occasional canon fluff scene since WE ALL WANT IT.

13.  WAYWARD SISTERS – I mean hells yes! I don’t really have much on the wishlist for them other than I hope they kickass and are undeniably awesome and PICKED UP FOR A SPINOFF BY THE NETWORK.

14.  Dean and Claire to have a conversation about Cas’s death – PLEASE SHOW! Give me Claire grieving over Cas! PLEASE!

15.  Jody actually getting the truth out of Dean about his feelings for Cas. I would give anything for this conversation to be an actual thing.

16.  It probably goes without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty – if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas was to them and how his death has affected them.

17.  The return of the mixtape. BRING BACK THE MIXTAPE

18.  DESTIEL – Duh. Do I wish for canon destiel? Every. Single. Year. This one will be no different. Of course I want it. I want a love confession (that isn’t ambiguous). I want a kiss. I want a scene where it fades to black only to show them lying in Dean’s bed the next morning doing the whole pillow talk thing. Give me ALL THE DESTIEL.

19.  Bring back Rowena. She didn’t deserve that ending. It was worse than Eileen’s. They better bring her back.

20.  Bring back Death and Billy – I kinda still think it would be cool if Cas sees them both in the empty and brings them back with him – even if it doesn’t fit thematically with his story.

21.  Cas dressed in anything other than the suit and trenchcoat (what can I say…Misha is a fine specimen of a man and does not deserve to be hidden under ill fitting clothing – I really hope the D&G suit is from the show!)

22.  Cas on generic MOTW hunting episodes – ever since Hunteri Heroici I NEED THIS.

24.  Witch!Sam - Every year I hope they pick up this story idea and every year they let me down. Let season 13 be that year!

23.  Easter Bunny episode – For Lizbob and Mittens :P

That’s it so far. Feel free to add on your own wishlist ideas that I may not have covered! Bring on the season 13 premier! Woop!

anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.

Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.

Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…

Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

Inspired: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Request:  Can I request a cute/fluffy Yuri X reader with Yuri meeting someone who started skating because of him?

A/n: I used knife shoes instead of skates because I can.

You watched him from afar, seats at the very back. The place was overly crowded, and you were already happy your father had even got his hands on the tickets at all. You watched the skaters dance on the ice, eyes widened and a bright smile on your face. Your father chuckled as small gasps of surprise left your lips. You could barely see the skaters, but you were still having the time of your life.

“Oh, there he is, honey.” You jumped up in excitement as you noticed your idol entering the rink. But as soon as he greeted the crowd, people  stood up in excitement, and started calling out his name and cheering loudly. The smile faltered from your chubby cheeks as you couldn’t even get a glimpse of the boy.

“Daddy, I can’t see…” You stuttered, a pout on your lips. Your father looked down at you, smiling and lifting you up. He placed you onto his shoulders, so you could see over the crowd. That was when the happy expression returned. You clapped your hands and squealed, watching the young blonde perform his routine.

He was so graceful, and his movements were smooth. He hadn’t failed a single jump, and every time he did jump, you cheered loudly and clapped your hands. But eventually his routine ended, and you watched him leave the ice with a mesmerized expression.

“Yuri Plisetsky, receiving an amazing score, as usual!” The commentator announced and with that, your idol finished his performance.

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Lost In The Deep End P2

I love your writing so much! Could you write a peter x reader where the Vulture kidnapped and hurt the reader to get to peter and peter gets all overprotective and worried? With fluff or cuddles at the end? Whatever you want to do really! You’re amazing! -Anon

i have an idea for ya!! something kind of along the lines of a Gwen Stacy scenario - where the reader and peter are dating and peter is desperately trying to keep her out of danger and then she ends up getting really hurt or possibly….dying?? ooooo -Anon

Summary: Homecoming is a night to remember… but not for all the right reasons…

Requested: Yes

Word Count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Note: I’ve comibned to requests together cause they are quite similar! So hope both you Anon’s enjoy! x

Warning(s)?:  Swearing, Violence, Blood & Gore, Action!Spiderman.

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Part 1

Lost In The Deep End

“Matthews here hun!” Your mother called as you emerged from your bedroom. She smiled once she sawy you, coming up to peck your cheek.

“You look stunning” She whispers in your ear causing you to blush at her compliment. For once you did feel truly and absolutely beautiful. But then… your stomach started doing these weird flips, almost like you were getting the feeling something bad was going to happen. What was going to happen? You were going to a dance!

“He’s outside” She announces. She had begged you once you got home to take photos of both you and Matthew but you declined, saying it would be weird seeing he wasn’t actually your date. She tried again, wanting to take pics of her beautiful daughter but you shook your head no. You honestly hated people taking your photo… except for a certain brown haired and brown eyes boy. 

“Be back by midnight Hunny!” She calls out as you shut the front door behind you. You stood straight and turned around, nervously rubbing your hands against your dress. Matthew leant against his car, wearing a cheeky smile. This is it… homecoming.

“So… any second thoughts?” He asked you as you approached him. You could feel your hands beginning to shake and your throat begin to close up. But for some reason you couldn’t explain why, you just had an… uneasy feeling about tonight. You put on a smile, dismissing these ridiculous feelings.

None at all

~At The dance

It was only half an hour into homecoming and you were already pooped. Your feet were beginning to hurt even though you were wearing flats. You decided to take a break from dancing for a little while and decided to sit down at a table, gently pulling off your shoes so your feet could get some relief. Matthew came off the dance floor with you and brought over a drink. You thanked him, drinking the glass of water quenching your thirst. You watched out of the corner of your eye Peter and Liz. They stood on the dance floor not moving. You put your cup down and glanced over to them in confusion. Why wasn’t he asking her to dance? As much as you hated seeing them together you still wanted him to have an amazing night. And so far he looked so pale like he was going to be sick. Something was definitely up.

They seemed to be in a heated conversation. Peter shook his head at Liz, with hurt in his eyes before he turned away from her, heading out the doors and into the school hallway. What the hell?

“I’m gonna go use the bathroom” You lied to Matt, seeing as he was busy chatting with one of his mates.

“Be safe!” He calls out sarcastically making you roll your eyes at him. With your shoes in one hand you head out the doors, turning left to follow Peter. He was now running. You took off in a sprint and chased him. 

“Peter!” you called out. You weren’t sure whether or not he heard you so you tried again. 

“Peter!” This time he stopped in front of his locker and turned around to face you with wide eyes. 

“Y/N? Go back inside to the dance” He says, almost like he was giving you a command. You furrow your eyebrows as you slowed down once you neared him. 

“Peter what’s going on? Everything’s Perfect! Your here with Liz your, dream girl, she’s your date! You finally got her Peter… so… what are you doing?” You asked concerned and a hint of hurt in your voice. Why was he throwing this away? 

He seemed to glance around nervously, almost impatiently. 

“Look just go back into the dance okay?” this time he commanded, you could tell. You stood shocked, wondering why Peter was behaving this way. You were slightly hurt but decided now wasn’t the time to worry about that. 

“Pet-” You began before he quickly spun his head around, hearing something that you didn’t. He cursed underneath his breath and looked at you one more time before reaching for the lockers. He pulled them up off the ground causing your eyes to go wide. What the…

He grabbed his suit and turned to face you one last time. He held it so you couldn’t see what was in his hands. 

“I’ll be right back I promise!” He yells, turning around to run. You ran after him again, feeling your heart start to constrict with worry. That nervous feeling in your stomach beginning to churn. You couldn’t help but to feel dread beginning to pour over you. 

Peter!” You tried one last time but it was too late. He was out the doors and disappeared from your line of sight. Glancing around the empty hallways you sighed, deciding to go after him. You were sick of being kept in the dark, well not anymore. This time you were going to find out what the hell was going on with your best friend. Hearing the echos of the music and peoples laughter from inside the gym you gulped. Half tempted to stay and enjoy your night.

You bit your lip, torn between staying and leaving. 

Shaking your head quickly, listening to one of your favourite songs begin to play you raced towards the doors, heading out of the school and into the carpark. You stopped, gasped when you saw the scene in front of you. Three buses were destroyed, one lying on it’s back. What the hell? Noticing glass shards everywhere you quickly popped on your shoes, walking over towards the first bus. As you approached the bus you lightly skimmed your fingers over the metal, feeling the rigids from where it had experienced some sort of impact.


You quickly spun around, fear travelling up your spine. You clamped your hands shut, glancing around. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be outside. You made your way back towards the doors, planning to ring the police once you were inside with the others.

You got caught halfway, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You let out a scream that was soon covered up by a cloth. Sniffing the cloth you realised it was covered in methadone. You held your breath, beginning to wriggle through your captures grasp. You didn’t want to breathe cause if you did you would blackout from the fumes. But sooner rather than later you had to breathe and you did, letting out deep and shallow breaths. You began to feel yourself weaken in the pair of arms holding you tight. You accepted darkness as it began to consume you. 


“Why did you bring back a stray?” You could hear a voice speak. You eyes were still closed, you felt heavy with sleep. You felt cool concrete underneath you.

You opened your eyes to realise the room was still black. You tried reaching your face but found out your hands were tied behind your back. What the hell….

“Found her chasing after bug boy sir” Another voice now spoke. You began to immediately shake with fear once you realised you had been kidnapped. You started wriggling, trying to pull at the restraints that were around you hands. You rocked yourself up into a seating position and moved your feet around, hoping to find something sharp. You felt something collide against your bare foot. Where were your shoes? 

You began to pull it in using your toes, feeling the rough edge of what seemed to be a blade.

“Really…” The first guy spoke up seeming to be in thought. Once you pulled the object in you reached your arms around to grab it, pulling it behind your back.

“Hey!” One of the guys called out, instantly stilling your movements. You could feel the object being taken from you and you being pulled up to your feet harshly. You began to shake in his grip as he dragged you across the room, you still couldn’t see seeing as you were still blindfolded. You weren’t shaking with fear anymore… you were shaking with sheer terror. 

“P-please… d-d-don’t hurt me” You whimpered out, feeling tears beginning to pool in your eyes. You shook more in the mans arms, scared of what they were going to do to you. You felt completely and utterly useless. 

“I don’t want to hurt you” One spoke up, you could feel them move closer towards you causing you to shy away. 

“Just want to ask you a few questions” A few questions? You shook your head, not wanting to tell them anything. 

“Get away from me!” You screamed once you felt him step closer. The other guys grip on your arm began to hurt, you ere for sure your arm was going to be bruised.

You began to shake your head ferociously as you felt another cloth begin to wrap around your mouth, he forced your mouth open sliding the fabric inside. You closed your mouth, still shaking you head. He wrapped it against the back of your head, tight. 

“Mhmmmmm!” You screamed through the cloth, though it came out muffled.

“Put her in the middle” The one who had tied you asked the guy who was holding you.

“Is that necessary boss?” the guy holding you responded. Why, what was in the middle? 

“Just.. do it” The other guy spoke up starting to become frustrated. He dragged you to the center of the room you presumed, leaving you to stand on your own. Your feet were tired so maybe you could run towards an exit, the only problem is you were bling and couldn’t use your arms. Who knows what these men would do if they caught you trying to escape. You didn’t even want to imagine it…

You felt tears beginning to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cloth around your eyes. A few escaped and fell onto your cheeks, coating your face lightly. 

“Your going to stand there and be silent understood?” You were commanded. You just nod your head in agreement, not wanting to face any… punishments.

“Good” He responded. You began to hear clattering of some sort but tried to ignore it, instead you focused on your breathing trying to keep your heart rate as low as possible. 


It had felt like forever and you could feel your legs beginning to tire. You probably weren’t standing for more than 20 minutes but with the amount of stress you were under you felt utterly drained. You began to try and sit down. 

“Don’t” The guys said in a warning tone. You stood back up and stayed still, feeling your legs begin to wobble.

“He’s here sir’‘ 

’'Of course he is… you can leave now” You listened to the exchange confused. Wait’s who’s here? Is he some human trafficking crim? Of gosh.. you were going to be sold off to someone..

“Mmmmm” You began to speak through the cloth. You tried again once you didn’t hear a response. You could hear heavy footsteps approach you. You stopped once you heard the sound of a gun click, feeling mthe cool metal against your forehead.

“Be quite or I shoot you.. dead” he threatened. You continued to cry and slowly nodded your head, shutting your mouth instantly with the cloth still around your mouth. More tears fell from your eyes as you could hear him walk away again. He was going to kill you… he probably is going to kill you… But what does he want with me? 

no more then a few minutes later you heard a pair of footsteps enter the building. Gosh you wished you knew were you at least were…

“Hey!… Surprised?” You heard a new voice call out. You stood still were you were and started to shake, you were hoping the this new person couldn’t see you. 

“Oh hey Pete, I didn’t hear you come in” Pete? You were confused as to what was going on but stood still and kept your mouth closed, not wanting the situation to get any worse.

“It’s over! I got you!” the new voice spoke again, walking past you and towards where you assumed the guy was. You wiggled slightly, hoping that this was a good guy coming to stop a bad guy. 

“Well I gotta tell ya Pete, I really… really admire your grit” the man replied.

“I can see why Liz likes you” Liz? Wait a minute.. what the hell was going on? And why the hell where these names so familiar? 

“How could you do this to her?” Hearing this you tuned into the voice. It did sounds quite familiar you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You began to wriggle again, moving your hands rapidly trying to find away to break free from your restraints. 

“To her? I’m not doing anything to her Pete I’m doing this.. for her?” What the hell where they even talking about. To be honest you didn’t want to know, you just wanted to get the hell out of here as fast as you can. You could feel there was a clip on the back of your restraint, must be some kind of key lock. Realising there was a bobby pin in your hair you decided to your your hands up, trying to reach your head. This proved to be quite the challenge though.

“Huh… yeah” You hear what you were hoping was the good guy before you head a THWIP sound. You stilled, thinking it was towards you but felt nothing. 

“Pete… your young, you don’t understand how the world works” The older spoke up in a condescending tone. You tried again to reach for your head but failed, time to try a new way. The only reason you weren’t totally flipping out is because at the mean time he was distracted so you could try to come up with an idea to escape, It was worth a shot… even though he has a gun… which would kill you..

“Yeah but I understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong” The younger voice defended. 

“I don’t know Pete let’s take a census?” He asks out cockily. You could hear footsteps begin to move. 

“Hey, red girl!”’ You heard the older man call out. You kept your mouth shut, following his orders. You could feel a pair of eyes now on you but tried to ignore it. 

“Mhmmmmm!” You screamed out against the cloth, your voice coming out muffled yet again. You began to wriggle harder, pulling at your restraints as you clenched your eyes shut as you felt drips of blood leave your wounds that were caused by the restraints you were tugging at. You kept going, feeling the wire but into you more and more drawing more blood. 

“Mhmmm mhmmm mhmmm mhmmmmm!” You screamed at him. You began to move your feet, tripping over and falling to the ground. You cursed under your breath from the impact and tried getting back up. 

“L-let her g-go!” You heard the younger voice yell in fear. The other guy just laughs in response.

“Sure Pete, just go get her” He taunts. Don’t come anywhere near me Pete… whoever you are. You could hear footsteps race towards you but instantly stopped. You both heard a mechanical noise. You felt a breeze come through harshly as you heard a piece of metal fly above you. You began to shake again, frozen in your spot. What the hell was that? 

You felt the piece of metal fly past you, cutting across your left arm leaving you to muffle out in pain. You closed your eyes and cried more, feeling blood pour from your wound. 

“Stop it! Stop it!” 'Pete’ calls out, his voice filled with worry. 

“I warned you Pete… come after me and I’ll come after the ones you love…” He spoke out menacingly. Love? I don’t even know this guy! Why am I apart of his problem?!

Unknowingly to you Peter instantly recognized the red, tattered dress as you stood in the middle of the room with a blindfold, cloth around your mouth and your hands around your back.  He felt his whole world stop… why were you here? He couldn’t understand. He had told you to go back inside into the dance so how could-… She must of followed me he thought. He couldn’t help but to feel guilty, knowing she was in this predicament because of him. You didn’t anyone to get hurt, especially you.. the thought of you being hurt because of him.. it killed him. 

“Just let her go! You have me just… let her go” 'Pete’ spoke up as calmly as he could. You could hear a pair of feet approach you and instantly stiffened. You could feel the cloth leave your mouth and the blindfold begin to be taken off. Once his arm was close to your mouth you lent forward, biting down onto his hand as hard as you could. He hissed in pain and immediately hit you with his other arm, causing you to let go. He pulled out his gun and raised it to your head. 

I fucking warned you…” he spoke out lowly. Now you could see, but the only thing you were focused on was the gun that was now firmly against your forehead. The feeling of the cool metal sending shivers down your spine. You kept your eyes open, letting your tears fell as you began to hyperventilate. 

You were a goner…


Taglist: @cutie1365

A/N: I couldn’t wait anymore to post so here you go! :)))))

Welcome To D. Store! - ASTRO D. Store AU - Baby「 Prologue」
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 1557
Summary: Bright Neon lights flash before you. A new attraction had been added to your street, however, it received little attention and promotion. The fact that it was so unspoken about piqued your curiosity, but before you could consider turning back and ignoring it, a friendly voice called you, inviting you in. With that offer, you couldn’t help but take a look. As you step through the doors, you are greeted with 5 other voices.”Welcome to Dream Store!” 

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Sweet Words.

-Bobby x Reader

-Wedding had always been an emotional feat for the bride and groom but strangely enough, it also brought out something in Bobby that he can no longer contain.

- Thank you so much for sending in your request. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. School and work are crazy as always. I’m slowly working down my request list. Thank you for being patient. I know you were probably just expecting straight fluff but it was too short when I wrote it out. I changed it up a bit and I hope you don’t mind, just to give it a bit of extra tidbits. I felt like if i waited this long to finish it, it deserves a bit more than a 300 words drabble.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

As the shuffles of feet and settling of bodies simmered down, the string quartet heavenly strums of Canon in D faded out signaling the start of the beautiful ceremony. It was honestly the most perfect day for the start of something new. Brick red roof of the rotunda gleams under the sun’s playful rays, standing proud and tall donning streams of fluttering blush chiffon draping. A great ombre of pastel pink and white peonies weaved themselves along the pillars, competing with the red rose bushes below meandering the edges of the great field of plush green grass. Guests of all ages adorned their best outfits edging at their seats waiting to witness the wondrous moment while the groom stood still, trying his best to mask the rising gush of butterflies in his stomach.

The bride had descended down the aisle barely a heartbeat ago, arm nervously enclosed around her father’s. Her face lit up as it seemed she could only focus on one spot despite the breathtaking sight of thousands flowers quivering slightly in the breeze of the dawn of summer, bursting with life atop the pedestals lining the aisle. She sighed a breath of relief as her father passing on the honor of holding her hand through life to the nerve wrecked groom. He barely had time to dry the joyous tear shed watching his beautiful bride floated across the petals paved walkway in her beautiful white dress like the most ethereal swan. A few encouraging whispers from the bride’s father had him near sobbing again as he bowed his head in utter joy that someone had trusted him enough to give him the blessing of a lifetime.

You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the soft ebbs and flows of the intricate white French lace weaving itself along the sheer chiffon glistening under the sun. A touch of glittering stones and beadings elegantly brought the perfect amount of glamour for the finishing touches. The way the dress hangs so perfectly, accentuating the bride’s figure in the most perfect way leaves you gaping in awe. No wonder the groom had shed tears witnessing his to be wife. “You okay, baby?” The dashing gentleman in a crisp black suit and matching bowtie sitting just beside you whispered as the couple began to face the officiate.

“Yea, just admiring the scene.” You muttered, eyes glued to the beginning of infinity for your lucky friends. 

Jiwon sat back in his chair, facing forward once more as his worries simmered down. You almost feared facing him as you felt the sinking of your heart, something heavy, so heavy you weren’t sure if you could get out of this chair once the ceremony was over. For now, you chose to focus on the happy couple. 

The officiate had finished telling their love story, from the moment the bride “accidentally” ran over her groom’s foot with her bicycle, to their fights, to the moment they solidified their love with the ring but more importantly the undying love they have for each other. You smiled yet already, you could felt the creaks of your heart, twisting and fighting itself with your own love story that perhaps won’t be as undying. You bit your lips in an attempt to control your emotion as you let your gaze fell onto your laps, feeling a few tears breaching your eyes as the officiate announce that the vows will now be exchange. Your hands clutching each other tightly, knuckles white from the sheer force you were exerting to restraint yourself from running out of there. Those sweet, sweet words… You haven’t been so lucky to be on the receiving ends of those in a good while now and it hurt. 

As everyone silenced to prepare for the beginning of the graceful bride’s vow, you continued your own battle, planting your feet firmer into the grass as if your sinking heels would stop you from running.

“Not in a million years would I have thought this moment would come…” The sweet voice rang out from the large speaker. “I was never one of those that believe in love at first sight or any of that romantic crap. I’m a realistic girl, you know.” The bride glanced at the audience for support, earning a few nods from friends and family. “Then, I met this guy right here my junior year of high school. Mind you, I just got out of a horrible relationship. Men were the enemy. Yet, somehow… Somehow, this guy right here was like a magnet to my cold metal heart.” Her voice wavered as the seconds tick on and so would yours if you had to speak up then. “In fact, his magnetic pull was so strong, my bicycle got sucked his way and well as my good friend slash officiate here said, I may or may not have ran over his foot on ‘accident’.” The laughters and cheers erupted from the audience were thunderous. A few shouts of “That’s my girl”, and “I knew it” bursted out having the groom in grin. A few tear had dampen the soft fabric of your dress and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was so strange to think that you had met the wonderful man sitting next to you over six years ago. 

You barely survived high school and was thrusted into the strange world of being a semi adult in university. Your 2nd year came and gone as you sat on the floor of the waiting area by your gate, awaiting the boarding of your flight. Back against the cool glass of the giant window wall outlooking the bustling runway, your eyes fluttered close as the exciting beat of Anthem lulled your weary mind to rest. You were there, right there on the brink of sleep when a sharp pain had you cussing. A profuse string of apologies greeted your sharpening sight still drowsy from tiredness. You hadn’t realized at first, the handsome man in front of you. No, you were much too focus on the fact that he had ran your foot over with his own gigantic one while messing around with his friends.

“Son of a-…You…” was all you managed to get out before a loud gasp as the sudden realization of your eyes and brain connecting the face in front of you with the raspy voice spewing out from your headphone hit you like a freight train. 

“I… am very sorry? Wh-Why are you gaping at me like that?” He quipped rather bemused at your sudden rage dying out, kneeling with one hand on your foot, the other twisting your ankle back and forth. 

“Why is iKon’s Bobby touching my feet?” You blurted out rather nonchalantly despite your blushing cheeks and shocked eyes. He giggled at your strange comment and it was the best thing you’ve heard in weeks. 

“Why not? I literally stepped on your ankle. I should be held responsible, don’t you think? Can you stand?” His voice was laced with more worries than your dumb ex could even think of. On top of it all, that look of his face, he was so genuine about it.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve done worse to myself… Clumsy, ya know.” You hopped up to show him just how fine you were. He chuckled a bit before waving bye, heading to the rest of the boys sitting just a few rows away from where you were. 

That night you ended up spending your sleep on the cold ground as the announcement of bad weather affecting the flight rattled through the waiting area. The groans of passenger along with apologies from the crew had you sinking with disappointment. Your summer vacation was now cut short. Then, as if God had taken a pity over your pathetic self, that addictive voice rang out once again.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for awhile…” He plopped down right next to you as if you had been BFF since 4th grade. “… You gotta stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry…” Flustered, you tear your eyes away from his mesmerizing handsome features, fidgeting with the playlist on your phone as if it was something important.

“Oh! you’re listening to music, you were doing that earlier too. Lemme see what you’re into.” Just like that, his hand wrapped around yours pulling your phone closer to his line of sight. He chuckles impressively at a few as his slender index swipe away at the list. Muttering to himself, he only stared back up to comments on his likes and dislikes. “I’m so honored. You have Hanbin and I in the same list as Tupac, N.W.A, and all the legends.” Suddenly his eyes dipped into the cheerful crescent as he laugh heartily. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” You shook your head in confusion.

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

“What am I suppose to do. You like drop out of nowhere, step on my foot, took my phone, and make it seems like we’re best friend.” You listed and he chuckled, amused with your flustered self. “Plus, i’veneverseenacelebrityupclosebefore…letalonehimholdingmyhand…” You muttered at the speed of light as your voice slowly dimmed out to nothingness. Surely if you weren’t blushing before, you were now. All he managed to conjure up with a big laugh, clearly not relenting you any space to dig a whole and crawl down in embarrassment.

 “You speak fast enough to be feature in my next song, it’s kinda impressive…”

“Yah… stop teasing me.” Your hand  retreated from his as you use the free one to caress the spot he had been holding onto, chuckling in disbelief inwardly at the strange luck you’ve stumbled upon.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just you look cute when you get all blush-y. Hi! I’m Jiwon. Nice to meet you. Your name is?” His voice took on a cheery tone that could clear up the rain outside if he really wanted to.

“Y/n… Nice to meet you, Jiwon.”

“Y/n…” He repeated the word associated with you since even before you took your breather in this world, letting it roll around on your tongue with a soft smile. “Wanna join me and the boys? Beats sitting around on the ground by yourself.” He reached out his hand, eyes flickering toward the noisy crowd waving at you both.

“I’d love that. Thank you!”

“Not only did he not get mad but he, this freaking guy right here made sure I was alright. From that moment on I was smitten. So so so smitten in fact I promise the second we exchanged those ring, from there on out, I will admit defeat and let you hold the title of funniest person in the relationship. I promise not you make fun of you when your favorite basketball team loses… which is a lot, I won’t say what team it is. However, when the blue moon rise and they do win, I will share with you a celebratory drink.” You were in full tear now and so was she… “I promise we will grow old together, make mistakes together, and learn together.” Her voice cracked and you let out a small whimper thinking about the inevitable breakup that will forever inhibit your dream of growing old with Jiwon. 

“My love for you never needed this grand event here to be official, it always had been but I thank you for indulging me in this day I dreamt of since I was a kid. I will love you now and always.” 

She was speaking words that resonated with your own heart. You knew long before Jiwon had popped the girlfriend question that you loved him. How could you not fall in love with this lovely man. The crazy energetic rapper on stage that had girls melting for him yet with you, he was just a cutie that would move oceans for you. He gave you everything he had and everything you didn’t even ask for. You let out a sob that was lost upon the thunderous applauds of family and friends. Lost upon all but one. Unbeknown to you, Jiwon had been watching your reaction for awhile now. He knew things were less than okay between the both of you and this joyous start of his best friends could be the bitter end of his. 

Neither of you had been the same as you once were sitting on the floor at the airport that night, gushing over your interests and disinterests. Perhaps the relationship had ran it course, perhaps your love had ran out… Or perhaps you were both too exhausted to fight the inevitable. He knew the crack in the ice had been widening for awhile now but like a fool, wishful thinking and packed schedule had him pushing you off to the back burner. He knew the constant touring, the endless concerts, the never ending passion for music was unfair for you but you never once said anything. In fact, you never say anything anymore. It scared him shitless that you’re slipping out of his grip and there was nothing he could do about it. 

He felt so helpless sitting there watching you shed tears over him. You both had thought long and hard about coming to this wedding as a couple. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a week and he wasn’t sure what this encounter would do. Panic stricken the handsome face and he had to do something, anything to let him know you were still with him. So he reached out, for the first time in weeks, he reached out to you like he used to. It startled you out of your sadden day dream when the warmth from his hand began seeping into your cold dampen hands. Your head whipped up to find him already beaming at you with that smile that could comfort the devil himself. You smile, for the first time in weeks, you smiled like you used to. He found himself grinning like an idiot now, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder, hand rubbing gently on your arm. You were still crying but now, now you had your supporter to sooth your pain away. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way he’s holding you so close and neither could he, not when your hand so stealthily sneaked around his stomach and rested on his waist so intimately. 

Soon enough the day was coming to a close, drawing the party out of everyone. Slightly tipsy, the guests happily flooded the grand ballroom decked to the nines with blush and gold themed. The golden chair lined the glittery pastel pink table cloth donning the best centerpieces that reflected the flowers of the ceremony. The night went on as everyone dined away, chatting with one another about things you sure none of them would remember the next day while nursing a hangover. You stayed close to Jiwon wherever he went, although the positive twist in the knife of fate hadn’t gone much further. You were both still quiet and distant despite the hands intertwining tightly. He had given you his portion of roasted veggies and you had given him your portion of fish as always. He gotten you your favorite wine while you made sure to save him a few donuts from the dessert bar. Just like that, the night went on without a hitch but you couldn’t discern if that was good or bad. 

Mindlessly, you spent the rest of the night dancing away with your friends and he with his. Even with the group of sweaty, drunken, swaying bodies blocking each other away, your eyes were on his and his was on yours. Neither of you could really kept your eyes off of each other, wishing it was the other’s body against your own but nerve and fear like a glass wall keeping you apart. Your 3rd glass of wine had beginning to creep on you now as your head spin slightly. Parting way with your friends, you settled on your seat as you watch Jiwon skillfully moved along with the beats. As expected of your idol boyfriend, he managed to captivate the whole room with the simplest moves. 

“Since tonight we gathered to celebrate the love and new beginning of the loveliest couple here this evening, I’d like to dedicate this next songs to all the other beautiful couples in the room. No matter if you’ve been together 1 day or 40 years, this next two song are for you so get on out here and share a moment of love.” 

The MC put a temporary halt on the festivity as you watch the sweaty body shuffled off the dance floor. One by one, couples sauntered hands in hands toward the pristine white floor embossed with the bride and groom’s name. They slowly swayed as the DJ ever so delicately let the toon of John McLaughlin’s So Close  permeated the atmosphere full of love and joy. You couldn’t help but cracked a smile at the bride’s grandparents, still so in love after nearly 60 years of welcoming dawn and bidding goodbye to dusk together. How lucky must one be to find that one person to love and to hold, to share every moments together and still they look at you with such adoration as if it’s the first day. Once again you shed tears without even knowing that your own love was watching, heart aching as he approached you with an outstretch arm.

“Can I have this next dance, miss?” He spoke so gently, so lovingly that your lips curved up and hand in his without needing your brain to tell them to. A slight sheen of sweet glistened on his forehead from the fun that had his heart beating fast for the past 10 minutes. Although now, now he was sure it wasn’t the hard dancing that had his heart racing at thousand miles a second. It was you. You were just sitting there, lovely as ever with those eyes that always seemed to only see him. No matter where you were, at iKon’s biggest concert, the busy street of a Friday date night, the airport. The place didn’t matter, the time didn’t matter. All it mattered was that the second he laid eyes on you, it seemed as though you were already, had been looking at him for quite some time. 

He pulled you close to his chest, a hand resting on the small of your back, the other wiping the few tear streaking down your cheeks. He pressed a big kiss to your forehead before resting his own on yours. Although your hands on his hips, it rested rather loosely, not at all what he wanted. He knew your mind was chasing itself to exhaustion with the decisions of what will become of the two of you once the clock struck midnight and this wonderful occasion end. When his beautiful suit shaded like midnight sky and your amazing soft blue chiffon dusting with blush pink blossoms bursting with spring gown were shed, you both knew a decision had to be made.

“We should really talk about this, you know. Dragging out the inevitable just going to hurt us more…” You heard him speak but you couldn’t really registered the fact that you were laying in the same bed that absorbed so much love all these years talking about a breakup.

“Yea… Can we talk about it after the wedding? We already RSVP. It’d be rude to just not show up or whatever seeing how close we are to them.” You whispered in a broken tone, heart feeling the stab of each word.

“Uhm… I’ll see you then. We’re going over lyrics this week so I won’t be home much.”


Words that Jiwon of the beginning of the relationship never thought he’d hear was ringing out in the mind of present time Jiwon. He didn’t know about you but he had already decided. He decided the second he saw you that morning with your hair messy and awkwardly crimped from the strange position you slept in. Your bare face glowed so magnificently as you dashed back and forth looking for the pair of heels he had gotten you not too long ago. You were looking mighty cute in your Pooh printed PJ shorts and his giant black t-shirt whipping up breakfast knowing he hadn’t eat a scrap of food since lunch the day before. 

“Baby, you know I love you right?” He whispered so gingerly against the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling your skin with the most delightful sensation.

“I know… I love you too… So much.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to speak in such a depressing tone. Actually, you do know why. Whatever it is that was to come next couldn’t be good judging from the way he started this conversation. You could practically felt his heart pumping gallons of blood in seconds from the thumping of his chest.

“There are so many things I want to tell you. I-I’ve never felt so strongly about something as I do now. I wanted to say all this to you when we were at the ceremony but I decided it was best not to disturb the beautiful moment.” He chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but let the confusion rising fast in your chest. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the heartfelt vows this morning but when I listened to those words being exchange, all I wanted to do was to pull you into my chest and kiss you till morning comes. I know, crappy cheesy right? You could cringe if you want to, I know I sound so gross right now.”

He laughed lightly again but you were serious. His smile dropped the second he met your doe eyes, lip under your teeth as if deciding on the biggest decision in human history. 

“Uhm, so… Now that I have you in my arms, I feel like I have the whole world under my control, everything is at peace.” He started out so nervously, voice cracking, breath erratic but with the flutters of his closing eyes, it was like a sudden sense of tranquil washed over him as his voice grew stable.  “I was in such a storm, baby. I didn’t know where was up and what was down but then when I walked into the apartment this morning. You were just dancing in the living room with the dog and I felt the weight of the universe lifted off my shoulders. How could something so simple captivated me in ways that even the most glamorous expensive things in the world can’t. The world just goes silent the second I’m with you.” He leaned in closer, resting his cheeks on your temple as his hand woven itself into your neatly curled locks. His free arm locked itself around your shoulder pressing you tight to his chest. You let yourself relished in the way he felt so warm against your bare skin, how he smelled like that expensive cologne you helped him picked out while vacationing in London. Yet at the same time something so him fought its way to the top, playing with your nose that was now beginning to pick up the sickening sweet scent of alcohol. 

“I love you so much and It scares me. What if one day you wake up and realize what a shitty boyfriend I am. What if one day someone better comes by and scoop you up in his arms. What if I lose you, what would I do? I was always a hopeless romance but as life get rough, love lost, I’ve long abandoned that hope of finding that permanent someone. Even after we’ve met, I was still doubting if happily ever after is really a thing. Then day by day you showed me that it’s possible if you just work for it.” 

His hand moved away from caressing your back to gingerly lifting your chin up to face him. He held that mysterious grin, that expression that had never quite been abled to decipher despite the 4 years of loving him. You barely managed to catch your breath when his lips unexpectedly found themselves on yours, caring for them so tenderly with the way he moved and how he seemed to fit you so perfectly. Suddenly the world dimmed out to black and white and you two were the only one bursting with colors. The other couples ceased to exist as yours and his soul were the only one flickering with each other on that dance floor and the music played for only you two. He broke away after a short while with a loving smile gracing your elated self.  

“You took my heart and so delicately brought it back to life with every kind words, every affectionate gesture. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see for so long that my happy end was just waiting here with you. We’re close, so close baby to making even if we got a long road to travel. I was so afraid to love again and you made it so painless to fall in love with you. I know what we have isn’t pretending or a trial. What we have is real and all I could think of is how far we’ve come. If you’re willing, I’d love for us to continue this crazy adventure of ours, to continue dreaming of a future that perhaps one day I’d have to honor of waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you let me love you till the end of time?”

You were glad the music was now at its high point as it masked the ugly sound of you choking on your own tears. You tighten your slacken arms and Jiwon just grinned in satisfaction. Oh how he loved the way you held him. You always knew how to hold him. The soft embrace paired with gentle passing of your hand on his back after a bad event. The quiet encouraging words that came with the big hug that made him felt so small after a long stressful day where the whole world appeared to be against him. The way your arm sneaked up on his tone abs in the back hug of sleepy morning as you pressed kisses onto his back with a raspy “good morning, handsome.” You somehow managed to always curled up so neatly on top of his lap as you cling onto his body when he vented about his long hours of practice, finger gently massaging through his hair to help him relax. 

Right now, he was basking the way you were squeezing him with all your might, arms like a boa constricting across his torso. The way you couldn’t decide on where to rest your hands as you move them from the small of his back to his broad shoulder then resorting to just gently gliding them up and down his back. It was like you were making sure he know just how desperate you were to hold him and that was exactly what he needed. It’s honestly still amazed him after all these year the way you just seemingly catered to his needs even without him saying much or at all. He had poured his heart out to you, leaving himself completely vulnerable to rejection and to bitter words but you replied the best way you could with your loving gaze and tight embrace.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, baby. Take your time… Think about it. I know I haven’t been good to you in awhi-”

“No, I need to.” You suddenly blurted out with all the determination in the world. “I-I would love for nothing more than to be your girl for the rest of my life. I was so fearful that you were leaving me… We’ve grew so far away and I just want to know I can hold you, kiss you any time and anywhere.”

He was smiling so brightly, so much brighter than the strobe light above dancing along to the beat of the 2nd couple song of the night. Those eyes of his crinkled into those loving crescents and lips grinning wide from cheek to cheek. He pulled you into an ebullient sway along with the vibrant beat of Nat King Cole L.O.V.E. You let out a hearty laugh as you dipped you low into a big kiss, big cheers and applauds erupted all and your and your cheeks burst into a shade rivaled with the fuchsia petals nearby.  You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You could feel the envy emanating from the single gals surrounding the dance floor, waiting for couples paradise to be over with so they could get down and perhaps find a temporary mates. Although you knew if they had the chance, any one of them would nab up Jiwon so fast you wouldn’t even know what happened and never let him go. 

“The staring. You gotta stop staring. I’m just a guy, not a unicorn or something.”

His velvety voice shook you out of your reverie, realizing somehow you had managed to walk off the dance floor. The beat had returned to the bass filled one that had everyone’s adrenaline kicking.

“Wha- How? Wait…”

“You’re so cute, baby. After all this time, you still blush in front of me like you did that first night.”

“I can’t help it. I’m in love with the most breathtaking man in this country and he’s also super talented. Did I mention he’s also freaking handsome?” You gushed and now it was his turn to feel the creep of the spreading heat on his cheeks. He resorted to pulling you close to his chest, planting kisses, and simply taking his time to revel in the fact that you were and always wholeheartedly his. 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jiwon. Can we go home? A cuddle seems good right about now.” You let your lips connected in a flurry of pure happiness. He nodded and with his arm around your shoulders, he escorted his lady into the night with the confident he had when he first declared his love to you.

“Now that I think about it, you’ve never gave me an answer for the offer to be on my next song. I’m still impress with how fast you spoke that night.” As always, his cheeky self could never stay calm for long before continue his never ending tease fest earning him a hard slap to the chest.

“Yea… I’m gonna have to pass. My rapping days are over considering I needed to retired for a certain bunny rapper to shine. I don’t wanna overshadow him, ya know.”

“I still can’t believe I get to love you. I am never ever letting you go. EVER.”

“You act like you got a choice there, dude. Pfts, as far as I’m concern, you’re stuck.” You jabbed at his side, eliciting that distinct chuckle only your bunny rapper could produce.

“I have something else to confess… You can’t be mad though.” 

“I won’t, promise. I spent too much time away from you already.” Concern once again washed over the serenity of your happiness. You halted your steps and he mirrored your action, one foot kicking back and forth in place as if deciding on which word would be best to speak up next.

“I told you I got a courage push from our friends’ vows… Uhm, I actually got the idea for our meeting from her. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad!” Your silent gotten the better of him. He jumped back in place, hands holding onto your arms as if you’d float off with the next gush of wind if he let go. You were honestly just befuddle as to what the hell he was talking about.

“Wha-What are you talking about, baby?” You cocked your eyebrow in perplexity over the strange confession.

“Ididn’trunoveryourfootbyaccident…itwastotallyonpurpose.” He screeched out in panic and you were just amused at how cute he was being. All you could do was heaved a heavy laugh, nearly bending over in ab pain over how sweet and endearing this whole situation was. Who would’ve thought your week of isolation would transpired into something so beautiful as the speech he whispered to you so intimately, into the lovable boy pouting in front of you under the pale moonlight. “baabe, don’t laugh at me. I’m sad.”

“A little faster and you might’ve finally surpass me in the rap game.” You grabbed his large hand in his, tugging him straight into your embrace as kisses rained down on the handsome face. “I know you did it on purpose, Bobby rapper of iKon, half the MOBB duo. I saw you starin’ at me that night. I was surprised you didn’t do something more dramatic.”

“Wait, you knew this whole time???!? NO! I thought I was being clever, why didn’t you say anything.” His mind was being blown as the cloud drifted across the inky sky.

“I thought you were cute, if you hadn’t, I might’ve accidentally spill coffee on you. I was just waiting for you to fess up to it.” You added with a wink, dragging him along to the car.

“I’m so glad I met you. We’re so cute together.”

He added with a content sigh as you both walked off into the distant hand in hand, heart beating as one, and souls elated ecstatic to once again be close.

(Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) ‘Cause You Had a Bad Day

(I want you all to know that I created this account for the sole purpose of writing fics and reblogging fandom things without being judged by my followers on my main blog. 

This fic takes place in the modern au, reader is a college student, this is my first fic and if you all like it then it definitely won’t be my last Hamilsquad fic 

Word count: 3256 

Gimme some feedback, I hope you enjoy m’loves! )

It was cold.

Much colder than you had anticipated for a mid-October evening.

It felt more like the beginnings of January when it wasn’t even technically fall yet. A gentle rain had settled over the town you lived in, a soft pitter-pattering of droplets onto the ground succeeding calming you down. You were sitting at a bus stop a fair way from your home and had been for at least a few hours. The sky was dark and you had turned your phone off because the boys wouldn’t stop trying to contact you. You had a huge blowout with your boyfriends after you’d come home from class.

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Come Home - Keith x Reader

Requested by anon: Can you do a voltron scenario where when goes to do his whole discovering himself thing at the Blade of Marmora, instead of when he sees Shiro he sees his s/o who wants to ‘go home and settle down together’? Bonus if his s/o is there and watching with Shiro

Love this request, especially because it gave me an excuse to rewatch the Blade of Marmora episode, thanks for the request I hope you like it :D

Also I may or may not have stolen the idea for the “remember the first time I kissed you scene from Arthur and Gwen’s scene in Merlin, but I just couldn’t resist.

Now I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for since it isn’t so much about them settling down together? Hopefully it’s still alright? What I was thinking of was doing a replacement scene of the bit where Keith sees his dad but instead he sees his s/o and it’s them married maybe with a young child? And she’s trying to convince him to stay? I didn’t want to add it to this one as it’s already so long but I could write that as a part 2, let me know :D


"Are you sure about this Keith?” Shiro asked; trying and failing to keep a slight note of panic out of his voice.

“Shiro I have to do this, this is my one chance to get answers about my past” Keith replied, pulling the last of his Marmora battle armour on.

Y/N noted the determined look on her boyfriend’s face and realised there was no way he was changing his mind, Shiro had seemed to come to the same conclusion as instead of arguing further he just sighed and nodded.

“I’ll give you guys some time” Shiro said looking between them and stepping out of the room.

“Keith…” Y/N started, she knew what she wanted to tell him, those three little words that neither of them had said to each other yet, she so wanted to say it but the words just got caught in her throat .

“Just…just be careful okay”

“I’ll be fine Y/N, stop worrying” Keith tried his best to put on a reassuring smile but Y/N could tell he was nervous, and he had every right to be, either he succeeded in this combat trial or he died trying.

Keith would have to be stupid not to be afraid of failing, Keith may be headstrong and cocky but he wasn’t stupid.

“Hey” Keith said softly, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts “Could you do one thing for me?”

“Anything” Y/N replied earnestly.

“Show me that beautiful smile of yours”

Y/N chuckled slightly although it may also have been a slight sob, there were tears in her eyes, as she realised this might be the last time she spoke with Keith, and try as she might she couldn’t muster a smile.

Keith placed two fingers gently under Y/N’s chin and tilted her head up so she was looking at him, he gazed into her eyes for a moment and tenderly wiped a stray tear from her cheek before continuing.

“Do you remember the first time I kissed you?”

And despite everything Y/N couldn’t help but let a fond smile cross her face at the memory, remembering how nervous Keith had been when he had pressed his lips against hers for the briefest of moments before pulling away and how she had laughed and pulled him back in for a longer kiss.

“That’s more like it” Keith said with a smile that mirrored her own.

Then without warning Keith’s expression grew serious and he leaned in to kiss Y/N passionately, one hand resting on her cheek, the other coming up to cradle her the back of her head. Y/N’s arms instinctively rested around Keith’s neck and deepened the kiss, they stayed there kissing heatedly until an awkward cough behind them broke their collective trance.

They moved apart, Y/N blushing slightly, she had completely forgotten about Shiro.

“I’ll just errm…” Y/N gestured outside the room and gave Shiro and Keith some privacy to say what they needed to say, partially to give her some time to cool down. When outside the room though, her thoughts raced, the main thing on her mind? The fact that she hadn’t told Keith she loved him. This might be the last time she saw him and she was too much of a chicken to say three little words?

Y/N shook her head, she couldn’t think like that, she had to be positive. Keith was going to be fine and when he finished this trial and was safe…then she was going to tell him she loved him.


Y/N winced as Keith took a blow to the side, it was agonising watching him in this much pain, unable to do anything to help him, she could feel Shiro squeeze her shoulder in reassurance, but he was nervous too, she could feel it.

“Surrender the blade and the pain will cease”

“Never” Keith growled through gritted teeth.

Y/N wanted to scream at him for being so stubborn, if he would just give up that damn knife he would be safe and he could come home.

“You are not supposed to go through that door” and yet Keith charged through into the next room anyway, Y/N had lost count of how many rooms that was now, but in the next room Keith did something unexpected.

Instead of fighting he threw his knife and jammed one of the floor panels before they closed and jumped through it, and went down to the lower level where is adversaries had been coming from. Y/N almost cheered in relief, he had solved it…hadn’t he? But then he collapsed  the strain of fighting had finally caught up with him. Shiro and Y/N both tensed with worry, but he’d be fine right? He had finished the trial, they had to help him.

“The trial is not yet over” the Blade of Marmora member, who stood with them, uttered, as though reading her thoughts.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked angrily “He solved your trial, he won”

“The trial is not yet over” was the only answer she received.

“But you have to help him, he’s badly injured!” Y/N continued, half angry, half pleading.

“Y/N…” Came Shiro’s voice from beside her, Y/N turned to looked at him and noticed he was still watching Keith.

But Keith wasn’t alone, helping him to his feet was…Y/N? How was that possible?

“It’s a virtual mindscape, created by his suit, reflecting his greatest hopes and fears, and at this moment your friend desperately wants to see you”

Y/N processed all of this as she watched Keith and this fake version of herself reunite.


“Y/N?” Keith asked shakily, looking up almost in disbelief as Y/N nodded and offered him her hand, to help him up.

“What happened?” Keith asked as he got unsteadily to his feet.

“You did it!” Y/N said, clearly relieved “You passed their trial, now all you have to do is give them the knife and we can go home”

Keith paused for a moment looking sadly at Y/N.

“Keith, what’s wrong” she asked, her voice full of concern.

“You know I can’t give them the knife”

“Why not? Don’t you want to come home…with me?”

“You know I do, but….”

“But nothing, you beat their stupid test, you have nothing to prove; least of all to me” Y/N said softly, coming closer to Keith and resting her hand on his cheek.

Keith closed his eyes sadly, he hated doing this to Y/N, he didn’t want to hurt her but he couldn’t just give up now, not when he was so close, why couldn’t she understand that?

“Y/N I can’t just give up, I have to get answers”

Y/N’s brow furrowed in annoyance and she withdrew her hand from his cheek.

“Keith…I want us to be together but I don’t think I can stay with someone who’s so selfish”

“Wait…no…Y/N I want us to be together too”

“Well then you know what you have to do”

“Y/N I want to be with you more than anything…but I need answers about my past”

It was at that moment that Y/N turned and began to walk away.

“No Y/N please don’t go…please…I…I love you…”

He began to run after Y/N but then there was a white flash of light and he fell to the floor unconscious.

When he woke up Y/N was there hovering over him, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N you came back…” Keith said weakly.

“Sssh it’s OK, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t really me, it was a mental projection…yet another trick from the Blade of Marmora”

Keith sat up slowly as Y/N’s words registered.

“Hey Keith?”


“I love you too”

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt for you ! So the balloon boys are playing football/basketball at the Bakkoush's place and Sana sees them from her window so she asks if she can join and then Yousef is happy because he knows that's Sana making a move towards him and Elias is smiling because he sees that his best friend and sister are finally alright and the boys just talk about how great it was to see Even and make peace and how much they've missed him and that Sana's friends are just amazing and she's lucky


I hope you don’t mind but I’ve changed it a little bit in order to repeat certain scene…you’ll understand it once you read it

Hope you like it though :D 

This is set today Saturday and after 4x08


“Guys, let’s go outside and I don’t know play basketball or something, we’ve been here for hours” Yousef told his friends

They were in the living room at the Bakkoush’s. They had been talking about filming their next Hei Briskeby video but now they were just lying on the couches and talking about random things.

“Why? We’re here chilling” Adam said yawning

“It’s a nice day outside, we can chill in the backyard” Yousef argued

“Look Yousef if you want to see if my sister is there just go by yourself, we’ll stay here” Elias said

Yousef opened his eyes in surprise, he didn’t expect Elias to see right through him that way. Was he really being that obvious?

“What? That’s not why…why would I…I don’t know what you’re talking about” Yousef stuttered

“Bro, we all saw you yesterday, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other” Elias said shaking his head

“Yeah, you were way too obvious” Mutta added

“I saw it too but I thought you were with Noora” Mikael said frowning

“Noora? No, there’s nothing between us” Yousef clarified

“But then why did you meet her? Mikael and I saw you” Adam said

“I’d like to hear an explanation for that to be honest, why were you flirting with my sister and then meeting another girl the next day?” Elias asked protectively.

“I met Noora because…”

“Because?” Elias insisted

Yousef took a deep breath, once he’d say those words there would be a never ending teasing.

“I met Noora because I needed advice on Sana” he blurted out way too quickly.

There was a silence for a few seconds until the four boys burst in laughs. Yousef closed his eyes and shook his head waiting for them to be finished

“Aww look at our boy Yousef, he’s in looooove” Adam said putting his arm around him

“I’m hurt you asked Noora for advice instead of me, bro, I thought I was your best friend” Elias said as he wiped away the tears he had got from laughing

“Whatever” Yousef said shoving off Adam’s arm and standing up “I’m out of here”

“Tell my sister I say hi!” he heard Elias saying as he left the living room.


He bounced the ball he had found on the backyard and shoot but he didn’t score. Instead the ball hit the basket and passed by him. He sighed and turned around ready to go look for it but he froze when he saw her standing there, ball in hands. He felt his heart beating fast on his chest, his hands sweating, this was giving him flashbacks from two Saturdays ago, when he was the one with the ball on his hands and she was the surprised one.

“Hi” he managed to say

“Hi” She said passing the ball from one hand to another

“Are you going to pass me the ball?” he asked

He saw her looking at her side for a moment as if she was considering what words to use.

“Come and get it” she said smirking

So he wasn’t the only one with Saturday flashbacks then, she was clearly quoting him. He decided to follow her game

“Seriously, I’m not kidding pass me the ball” he tried to keep a straight face but how could he when Sana Bakkoush was standing in front of him smiling?.

“Seriously, I’m not kidding come and…” she made a paused and grinned at him slyly. “Nah…forget it…am I 12 or what?”

She looked at him and bit her lip waiting for his reaction. He blinked several times and opened his mouth slightly trying to figure out if it was a coincidence or if she was actually quoting one of his texts with Noora. She couldn’t know…could she?

Seeing that he was still processing her words, she started to walk towards him bouncing the ball. When only one step kept them apart she smiled at him and dodged him shooting the ball and scoring.

“1-0 Acar” she said throwing the ball at him

He grabbed it and paused for a moment to look at her. She was smiling widely at him, maybe she did know about the texts.

“Game on” he said grinning


“Are we interrupting?”

Both Sana and Yousef turned around and saw the boys standing a few meters from them. They had been playing basketball for almost an hour now.

“Uh…” Yousef started but was soon interrupted by Sana

“Yes, you are. But it’s okay, I wanted to take a break anyway, you can join us” she said leading the way to the grass where she sat.

The boys followed her and sat forming a circle. Yousef sat right in front of Sana with Adam and Mikael in one side and Mutta and Elias in the other.

“So, did you enjoy yourselves yesterday?” she asked the boys

“Yeah, your friends are really cool” Elias said

“That guy Eskild is the best” Adam said

“I met him when I stayed at Noora’s and he was…well, kind of weird but really funny” Elias nodded

“Well, I know for a fact that he liked you” Sana said chuckling

“Ohhhh, Elias you’re a heartbreaker” Mutta teased him, soon joined by the rest of the boys.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I like Noora better” Elias said rolling his eyes

“You have competition now that William is back, brother” Sana said

“What’s the deal with them anyway?” he asked

“Long story…but hey…how were things with…Even?” Sana asked hesitantly. “You looked okay yesterday”

“They’re great” Adam said nodding

“Yeah, we talked about everything and things are cool” Elias added

“And Isak and his friends are really nice. They apologized we apologized and everything is chill now” Mikael said

Sana smiled at them happily

“I’m really glad to hear that, he really missed you guys”

“We missed him too” Yousef said

“So what about you, sis? Did you have fun yesterday?”

“Oh yes, I danced with my friends, I sang, I…I actually had a very interesting conversation with Noora.” She said directing her eyes straight at Yousef.

He looked at her, she had an amused smile on her face. Yousef laughed awkwardly and blushed. She knew, she definitely knew.


So second fic of the day done!

I’ll try to write another one set on Monday before the day ends :)

Hope you’ve liked this one

Thank you so much for reading!!♥♥♥

dreamknightjaebummie  asked:

I want to get into BTS, but don't know how? Like I know who Jimin and Namjoon is but the rest I'm like what?????? And the only song I know is Blood Sweat and Tears. I need your help!

oh, damn. OKAY. *rubs hands together*

Let me start member by member, yes? Oldest to youngest.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Kim Seokjin, stage name Jin. ‘92 line, vocal. The mom of the group, basically because he can cook. LOL but also is just so loveable. Mood maker, always positive and loves to be that cringe-y, borderline embarrassing person who LOVES everyone SO MUCH. Always giving kisses and hearts. Always making dad jokes. Was discovered on a college campus by Big Hit, simply because he was so attractive. Fun fact: turned down a scout from SM because he thought it was a joke.

Originally posted by sugakookie

Min Yoongi, stage name Suga. ‘93 line, rapper. Ugh, not to get emotional but Yoongi’s background. From Daegu, his parents didn’t support his dream of becoming a rapper. Went through a lot of hardship to get to Big Hit, was part of the underground rap scene previously (along with Namjoon.) Produces many of their songs. He works A LOT (think: tremendous work ethic) and stays up super late because of this, infamous for sleeping anywhere and any place he can. His mix tape Agust D is lit af, that’s just fact. Although he seems serious and is very driven, he’s actually incredibly silly and adorable. Min Marshmallow.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Kim Namjoon, stage name Rap Monster or rapmon. ‘94 line, rapper, leader of BTS. Incredibly intelligent. So smart, his IQ his second year of high school was 148. Always learning and adapting to everything around him, taught himself English and is now basically fluent. Is really the glue that holds BTS together. He shoulders a lot of their problems as a band but also has struggled with personal issues which he’s been fairly open about in his raps. Him and Seokjin are shall we say, not the lead dancers - but HE PUTS HIS SOUL INTO IT, OKAY.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jung Hoseok, stage name J-Hope. ‘94 line, rapper, lead dancer. Was part of a street dance crew before BTS, won awards for his dancing. Is the sunshine, mood maker of the group but also dependable and strong. Is THE MOST EXTRA. CAN PULL OFF GIRL GROUP DANCES LIKE NO OTHER. ALTHOUGH, when he puts on a ball cap and dances… like GTFO.

Originally posted by kimthehyung

Park Jimin, stage name Jimin. ‘95 line, vocal, lead dancer. Was a contemporary dancer in a performing arts school in Seoul before being found by Big Hit. Is outgoing but more soft spoken than some of the other personalities. Is often called mochi by fans because he’s freaking adorable - but then holy hell, when he flips the switch. Park Jimin can sit tf down because his body rolls are out of control. (also his voice is that of an angel, try and tell me otherwise). He’s also just very kind and thoughtful to his members, gets shipped with everyone.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Kim Taehyung, stage name V. ‘95 line, vocal. I love his voice. Just …. love it. Also from Daegu, like Yoongi. Taehyung seriously marches to his own drum. Oftentimes called eccentric and charming by the other members, Namjoon says he’s enviable because everyone likes him after meeting him. Taehyung and Jimin are really close friends. Taehyung has the ability to go from adorable and precious to fucking sinful at the drop of the hat. Dead. Also an ~actor~! Was in the drama, Hwarang: The Beginning, in 2016, along with SHINee’s Minho.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jeon Jungkook, stage name Jungkook. ‘97 line, vocal, dancer. The devil. Honestly - how to describe? The golden maknae, so called because he’s freaking good at everything. Sports, singing, dancing, games. You name it, Jungkook’s got it. He’s also incredibly humble and down to earth, never boasting about himself. Was so intimidated by the rest of BTS that he barely spoke during debut. After finally coming out of his shell, he’s a damn meme. Always doing random dances or faces - runs when girls appear. 


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[ENG Translation] Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story
Interference of a Fantasy (based on the Sourin Mook Drama)

Thank you @otp-tears​ for proofreading this!

Sousuke: So the location of the deal is in a nightclub. How annoying. My target…there he is. At the counter, huh.

(what? No sousuke awkwardly dancing and maneuvering himself to the counter?? nooooooo)

Minami: Here’s the stuff.

Uozumi: First let me check them. *click*

Uozumi: *sniff sniff* These are indeed authentic, used competition swimsuits. It’s a deal.

Minami: Please transfer the money to my usual account.

Uozumi: Okay.

Sousuke: Bingo.

Sousuke: Hold up.

Uozumi: A cop!? Gah!

Sousuke: Do you think you can hit me with such a shoddy attack?

*painful cry*

Minami: Time to go!

Sousuke: No way I’m letting you escape!

Minami: Ow-ow-Ouch! My arm…!

Sousuke: Give it up!

Uozumi: You forgot to watch out behind you! GAAAH!

Sousuke: …! He can still move…? Dammit!

Rin: You always mess up at the last stage don’t you, Sousuke? Heeah!

*painful cry*

Rin: Phew, that’ll do.

Sousuke: Rin!?

Rin: Hee. Yo! Long time no see, Sousuke! (such a cute grin :D)

Narration: Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story

Narration: Interference of a Fantasy

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anonymous asked:

So the CS wedding is finally happening .. I binged watched OUAT before S6 so I didn't get to spend much time in the fandom so I thought it'll be fun to relive CS moments with CSers who were there from the start! When/how/why did you know that CS was the ship for you? What are your top three romantic CS scenes? What are you top three angsty CS scenes? What are your top 3 CS kisses? What is your most memorable CS related fandom moment? What is one thing you would still like to see happen with CS?

Aww this is so cool! I wasn’t in fandom from the start, but I did watch from the beginning, and honestly - the moment they climbed that beanstalk together and Hook was like “I was hoping it’d be you” while Emma glared at him like “I’m watching you and it’s not because you’re handsome, you idiot”. I didn’t get invested in the sense of “I want this to be canon” because I figured there was a good chance they wouldn’t go there in canon, but yeah, it ticked all the boxes for me from the beginning.

Top 3 romantic moments:

  • The ice wall. Killian’s desperation to get through to Emma, and then afterwards that soft moment in the loft where he looked after her and she let him.
  • When Killian talked to Emma about her parents and encouraged her to make things right with them. It might not be grand romance, but I love that quiet sort of support and the way they both genuinely want what’s best for the other, and Killian knows how important family is to Emma and wanted to help her keeps hers.
  • That scene. You know the one. We all know the one. “You traded your ship for me?” “Aye.” And she finally let herself believe in him and they kissed and it was magical and we all cried.

Top 3 angsty moments:

  • When his lips were cursed and she held his hook and afterwards he wanted to reach for her but he couldn’t and she finally flirted with him and he couldn’t and there were many tears, most of them mine.
  • When Rumple took Killian’s heart and he couldn’t save her, couldn’t tell her what was wrong, couldn’t do anything except wait and pray.
  • Every secret furtive look in Neverland when he didn’t think anyone would ever really trust and accept him and she didn’t think anyone would ever really love her and mean it, and they were both battling their own demons as the lost boy and lost girl that they were, and at the same time neither of them could quite help hoping because hope, like darkness, is a funny thing; it creeps up on you.

Top 3 CS kisses:

Okay I’m switching to gifs on this one.

[x] It’s just so sweet and casual and this is clearly something they do all the time now, because they’ve gone from “why don’t you try enchanting the lips of someone I’ll actually kiss” to this, this situation where they meet in the mornings just so they can spend a few minutes together on their way to work. And yes. I love it.

He goes from “damn it Swan I said be gentle” to “holy crap I can feel again” and you can watch the change come over him, like the full blast of his feelings for her just hits him all at once and he can’t help it, he has to kiss her and back her up against the wall and kiss her some more and then it turns all soft and smile-y and just. Yes.

[x] Do I really need to explain why I love this kiss? I love this kiss. I love this whole moment. They’re finally together. He’s finally proven himself a man of honour and she’s finally letting herself believe it and they’re both a little incredulous that the other believes in them and wants to give them a chance, and a little scared, and a lot happy, and it’s the perfect moment and the perfect kiss for that moment and I love it.

Most memorable CS fandom moment

I’m gonna say the lead-up to their date. Like. They were going on an actual date because they were in an actual relationship and Emma was not running and Killian was not hesitating and there were headcanons and spec fics and it was glorious. Actually, all of the speculation and headcanons and things during season 4, especially 4a, were glorious.

One thing I’d still like to see happen:

I want to see them fight together as a married couple that bickers and snarks at each other while kicking ass in perfect unison. Give me Emma blasting someone with magic and Killian catching and dispatching them with his sword. Give me all the flirty banter - “Getting a little slow in your old age, pirate?” “You weren’t complaining last night, love.” Give me blind trust in action, that perfect kind of teamwork that you get when two people just know each other. I know it won’t happen in canon but ohhh I want it.

Heart of Darkness

Warnings: Our poor reader character has been through a lot in life, so mucho angst there. And Dark is being his usual manipulative self, of course. This is not a happy place to be. So, don’t read unless you’re prepared to have something important ripped right out of you.

Based on an anonymous request: Dark visits the reader in her dreams and, when she confides her personal pain to the entity she believes only exists in her mind, he promises he can take it all away.

This was a bear to write, and to post. Dark isn’t the most cooperative muse, and we all know (as the Author says) “cooperation is key” in writing a fic. But I love my creepy bae, and I wouldn’t have him any other way. Also, an unexpected guest popped in to say hi (the little stinker!), and I’m blaming my earlier connectivity issues on him.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Like, reblog and comment as you feel. :)

Originally posted by glittchiplier

The first night you dreamed of Him, you saw only a shadow in the corner of your eye on the far horizon. You couldn’t look directly at it, because every perspective shift kept that shadow on the edge of your consciousness.

You woke up that morning in a cold sweat without really knowing why.

The second night, that shadow got closer, but not too close. You knew, without knowing the wherefores and whys, that He was approaching.

It went on for the first week this way – a deep, dark shadow in your consciousness growing ever closer.

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Favorite Snowbarry Fics

So I have a bit of free time before things get busy again, and being Snowbarry Trash™ I thought, What better way to spend it than rereading my favorite SB fics????? At first I compiled all the links in one place as a reference for myself, but what the heck, it won’t hurt to put these fics out there again and send the writers some love.

Before anything, a caveat: this is by no means a comprehensive list of all the best SB fics. There are a lot of other great fics out there. Also “favorite” here probably more accurately means “fics I reach for when I’m having a bad day,” lol. So to these writers here, THANK YOU. Your fics really get me going again. (And to other fanfic writers out there, keep writing! You’ll never know when a fic will make someone’s day a little better, as these did for me.)

The fics are below the cut, arranged alphabetically. I put in the summary and a brief gushing of what I liked about them. Happy reading, everyone! Don’t forget to give the ones you like some love!

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Celestial Friend Part 3

gif is not mine

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,503

Warnings: angst, Josh (He’s gonna be a constant problem, I’m sure), slight fluff

A/N: Here is Part 3, where I’m sure we won’t see the last of Josh. I hope you guys are enjoying this series as it’s just starting out! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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It was Friday, which only meant two things: the end of the week, and serving some just desserts.  Josh was a basketball player, but his posse included cheerleaders and football players as well.  You and Gabriel decided that no basketball player could do that damage to your locker.  It had to be a few of the football players.

“Gabriel, we can’t punish the whole team,” you said, shaking your head.  “As much as I want them to have a minor in convenience in their lives, I don’t wanna do that to someone who is innocent.”  You kept your voice low in the library, keeping your eyes locked on to your book.  It was lunch time and you retreated to the library.

The archangel spotted the principal and a few of the football players and Josh, heading towards you.  He could only assume this meant trouble.  He gestured his head at the four men coming your way.  “I have a feeling you’ll change your mind [Y/N],” Gabriel murmured, folding his arms across his chest.

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Love and Misunderstandings

Author: theClosetPoet7

Language: English, Rating: Rated: MA/NSFW

Genre: Romance/Humor

Notes on one-shot: This one shot came to my head when I was wondering what it would be like if Sasuke and Sakura did the deed while arguing or while having a casual talk. And this happened. :D Hope you enjoy it!

The Uchiha household shakes as a resounding bang vibrates through it when Uchiha Sakura slams the door to their house.

She takes off her shoes and kicks them off to the side. The young mother grumbles under her breath as she stomps her feet on the tatami and walks towards their room with an air of wrath surrounding her.

Their door opens again and ninja sandals enter. Uchiha Sasuke comes in quietly and lets out a sigh. He bends down to arrange the footwear on the floor, regally slipping his own slippers on and picking up his wife’s pink ones to bring it to her.

When he enters their room, Sakura is mumbling silent curses as she frustratingly pulls her hairtie and unzips her red dress.


Sasuke patiently places her slippers near the foot of their bed and observes his fuming wife.

“Did you hear me Sasuke-kun?”

The tone in her voice still sounds angry, but for some reason, her temper doesn’t scare him as it usually does.

So he answers her.

“Yes, I heard you.”

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100 Quote Prompts: Part 9- Blood Tears

“Give it to me straight, Doc!”

“I-I’m afraid it’s terminal.”

“Tell me,” Bim gasped, clawing at the Doctor’s shirt, “how long do I have?”

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Iplier said, without a hint of a smile. “You’re dying.”

“Well, fuck.” 

“Cut, cut!” Wilford yelled, snapping on the overhead lights.

Bim and Dr. Iplier dropped their scripts, laughing. 

“You can’t possibly expect us to take this seriously, Wilford,” the Doctor gasped, holding his sides. Bim, laying on the ‘examination table,’ threw his head back in a fit of giggles. 

“You have to take this seriously,” Wilford huffed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He looked between them, almost pouting. “You’re the next stars of ‘Warfstache TV!’”

Dr. Iplier began to protest, again, that he didn’t even have a TV show, but Bim hushed him. 

“Okay, okay.” He wiped his eyes, struggling to keep a straight face. “We can try again.” He lay back down, composing himself, and Dr. Iplier moved back into position.

Wilford sighed, moving back behind the camera. With a snap, the lights turned down, and a steady red blink came from the lens. “Speeding? Three… Two… One…”

The door to Wilford’s room opened with a loud bang. With a loud curse, Wilford paused his recording and straightened up to glare at the newcomer. 

“Dr. Iplier, the Host is requesting–” Google_B trailed off, staring widely at Bim and the Doctor, nose to nose, with Wilford behind the camera. “Is this, perhaps, something that I should not have interrupted?”

Bim burst out laughing again, and Dr. Iplier fought valiantly to keep a straight face as Wilford went from pink to red to purple. Before Wilford could find the presence of mind to explode the android into a burst of glitter, the Doctor had excused himself, dropped his script, seized Google_B’s hand, and dragged them both out of the room.

Once outside, Dr. Iplier succumbed to his laughter. From inside the room came barely-contained, angry mumbles and unapologetic giggles. Google_B looked at the Doctor, now crouching against the wall in a fit of laughter, and back to the closed door, looking confused. 

“If you were busy–”

“It’s- it’s fine, Google,” Dr. Iplier said, composing himself with difficulty. 

Google_B raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but decided not to press further. “If that is the case, the Host requires your assistance. After you.” They began to walk down the hall towards the Host’s room. 

“Did something happen?” the Doctor said, beginning to grow concerned. 

Google_B looked at him blankly. “The Host relayed his request though his door; I did not see him, I merely followed orders.”

Dr. Iplier broke into a sprint, mind jumping to every logical explanation he could think of. He bounded down the stairs and turned towards his office.

“Doctor?” Google_B said, puzzled. “The Host’s room is in the other direction.”

Dr. Iplier rummaged for a moment, but reemerged from his room in a flash. Google_B looked him up and down: the Doctor had replaced the costume that Wilford had given him with his real coat, the head mirror back in place on his forehead. He clutched his first-aid kit in his hand. 

Dr. Iplier looked at Google_B, who trailed behind him all the way to the Host’s door. “Uh, Google, it might be best for you to stay outside.”

Google_B nodded, but said, “I will, however, remain outside, in case you need any assistance.” He leaned against the wall without another word, looking resolute. 

The Doctor moved to stop him, or shoo him away, but stopped. Visions of the Author flashed across his mind. “Um. Thank you.” He jerked his head and opened the Host’s door.

“T-the Host senses the presence of Dr. Iplier, and t-thanks him for responding so p-promptly.”

“Host? Where are you?” The Doctor’s voice was shaking, barely, but it was nothing compared to the tremor that was the Host’s normally confident voice. Suddenly, Dr. Iplier was no longer scared for himself, but for the Host. For his friend.

The Host rarely came out of his room, even on the best of days. He’d made it crystal clear that he wanted little to do with the other Egos, only wanting a place to write, produce his podcast, and rest. When he’d moved in, no one had tried to talk to him. Wilford had gone in one afternoon, resulting in the Googles’ first memory of the Host being him chasing after Wilford, a heavy, bloodstained bat in hand. 

Now, the Host emerged every few days to make polite conversation with the other Egos, if a little shyly. He was excellent at what he did, forcing even Dark to eye him with grudging respect. 

Dr. Iplier had found that, powerful as the Host was, he’d never had to be on peoples’ good sides before. They’d talked as the Doctor cleaned up his patients, the Host amused at his jokes and lightheartedness in the face of death; the Doctor grateful for company that didn’t speak continuously (unlike Will or Bim), or criticize (like Dark or the Googles).

The Host’s bandages had become a concern for the Doctor almost immediately after seeing him for the first time. Blood tears seemed to constantly stain it, even though the Host assured him that he changed his own bandages, thank you, and very regularly. Dr. Iplier itched to help the Host– he was a doctor, after all– but he’d always felt as though he hadn’t gained the Host’s confidence, at least not enough to ask. So he stayed quiet, watching the Host’s bandages grow loose and dirty.

Now, he crept through the Host’s darkened room, heart in his throat, knuckles white against the first aid kit’s handle. 

“Host?” Dr. Iplier stepped further into the room, carefully maneuvering around the fallen books and papers littering the floor. 

“D-Doctor.” A light flicked on, and Dr. Iplier could see the Host, slumped at his desk. 

“Host, are you–” he stopped, taking in the scene. The Host sat with his head in his hands, and even from here, the Doctor could see that he wasn’t wearing his bandages. The floor around him was littered with bloodstained rags and gauze. Dr. Iplier rushed forward, seeing blood drip from the Host’s face into his lap. 

He sank to his knees in front of the Host, opening his first-aid kit with trembling fingers. “Host, Host.” He repeated his name, turning the Host’s chair to face him. “Look at me, please.”

The Host lowered his hands, and Dr. Iplier took a shaky breath. 

Where the Host’s eyes were– used to be– were gaping, dark eye sockets. Every few seconds, blood pooling in the recesses of his face dripped down his cheeks. Blood tears. His face was stained with them, droplets soaking into the fabric of his shirt and pants where he sat. Even as Dr. Iplier watched, more blood dribbled forth.

The Doctor frowned, scrutinizing the normally concealed features of his face. The tell-tale white lines of scars crisscrossed his brows, the bridge of his nose, even his temples, and Dr. Iplier felt revulsion. Not for the Host, but for whatever had done this to him. 

“It hurts,” the Host whispered, drawing his mouth into a thin line, whispering. “It’s never hurt so much before and– and it won’t stop.”

Dr. Iplier reached for his first-aid kit, slipping on gloves. 

“I thought–” the Host shook his head, furrowing his brows, squinting the muscles around his eyes. Blood dripped from his eye sockets, faster, and the Doctor felt a horrible pang of pity. “I thought it would be best to seek the help of a professional.”

Dr. Iplier swallowed hard, ignoring the Host’s use of first person. The Host was scared, and seeing this, so as he. “I-I’m very glad you asked for help, Host.” He held up a handful of wipes, pressing some into the Host’s hand. “We have to clean you up first, okay?” He said the words gently, watching the Host’s fingers go over the soft tissue. 

The Host nodded. He let out a soft breath, and the Doctor’s face softened, watching him. The Host had been on edge, on the verge of tears, but relaxed into the first touch of the wipes.

Carefully, painstakingly slowly, Dr. Iplier brushed the dried blood and dirt off of the Host’s face. Blood kept falling, dripping from his eyes, but the Doctor wiped it up each time. 

“Thank you,” the Host whispered, raising a hand to touch his own cheek. 

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Dr. Iplier said, lightly, setting down the tissues. “Next, I need to clean, um…”

The Host tensed, and Dr. Iplier stuttered, “W- we don’t have to, if you really don’t want to–”

“No, the Doctor is right,” the Host sighed. 

Dr. Iplier reached for the Host’s hand, folding a cotton ball into his palm. “You can do it yourself, if you don’t want me to–”

“The Host– I trust you,” he said, pressing the Doctor’s fingers. 

Dr. Iplier fell silent, eyes on the cotton ball. “It’ll be a little cold,” he finally offered, reaching for the Host’s head.

The Host flinched at first, the sensation of the cool, wet cotton in his eye socket a new and terrifying feeling. He reached up to touch the Doctor’s hand lightly.

Dr. Iplier froze as the Host reached for him. “It’s alright,” the Host said, giving him a halfhearted smile. 

Dr. Iplier continued, carefully, even more slowly and gently than before. The Host’s hand remained on his, tracking his movements. 

The Doctor finally pulled away, examining the bloodied wad of cotton. “I believe you have a clot in your eye, Host. If you’ll let me remove it, it would greatly reduce the pain.”

The Host nodded silently, Dr. Iplier looking uncomfortably up at him, still kneeling at his feet. 

“It, uh, might hurt a little– it looks as though it’s been in there a while.”

“I understand.”

Dr. Iplier reached for his pocket light, shining it into the Host’s empty eye. In the bright light, the old injury looked even worse, and he winced audibly.

“Doctor, if you are uncomfortable–”

“I-I’m fine, Host,” Dr. Iplier said, picking up his tweezers. “It’s just… it’s a lot.”

The Host fell silent as Dr. Iplier gently poked the inside of his eye socket, moving aside folds of bloodstained skin. 

After a moment, the Doctor spoke up. “Um, I see the clot, Host. I’m about to pull it out– this shouldn’t hurt.”

The Host shifted nervously for a moment before going still again, waiting for the Doctor to remove it. 

With a slight tug and the slither of blood, Dr. Iplier gently withdrew the tweezers. He grasped a long tendril of dried blood, covered in coagulated tissue and dripping fluid. The Host gasped.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, wrapping the clot in used tissues. “Did that hurt? Are you okay?”

The Host reached up to feel at his face, the new stream of blood down his cheek. He shook his head. “That feels much, much better.” As Dr. Iplier scrambled to hold a clean wad of gauze to his face, the Host gave him a shaky smile. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Dr. Iplier searched his face carefully, frowning. “Host, I need to ask you to do something for me.”

“What is that?”

“Let me change your bandages for you, please.” The Doctor’s voice was pleading, full of concern. “We can avoid this happening again, and it’ll be easier for you.”

“The Host– the Host would like that very much.” 

“Thank you.”

“The Host thanks you, Dr. Iplier.”

Dr. Iplier finally finished cleaning up both the gauze he’d brought and the bloodstained rags on the floor. Drawing a fresh bandage from the first-aid kit, he stood and turned to the Host. “I have a new bandage if you want to put it over your eyes– er–”

“The Host would appreciate if Dr. Iplier would assist.”

The Doctor carefully stepped behind the Host, winding the bandage around his head. “Is that okay?”

The Host nodded, gently tugging on the bandage. “The Host believes this is satisfactory.”

Dr. Iplier quickly packed up the rest of his first-aid kit, ignoring the return to third-person, aware that the Host was listening for his every move. “Is– Is there anything else you need?”

“The Host believes that he is all right.”

The Doctor fidgeted with the handle of the first-aid kit. “Wilford will be throwing a fit, I’d better go.” He took a step back, then another. The Host turned back to his work. 

Dr. Iplier stopped with his hand on the door. “Thank you, Host, for letting me help you.”

“I am grateful, Dr. Iplier. Thank you.”

With a click, the Doctor was gone.

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Thank you!

This ficlet is a continuation of this ficlet of the same prompt.  I had several requests for what happened next.

Accidentally falling asleep on the couch together.

No chemo, no radiation.  Cat cried silently as Carter slept, his head still wrapped in gauze.  Kara had left hours ago with the promise to return in the morning.  She’d been Cat’s rock throughout this whirlwind ordeal, but duty called and National City needed their hero.  She’d left with a kiss to Carter’s forehead and one to Cat’s cheek and she’d taken a tiny bit of Cat’s heart with her.  But Cat couldn’t dwell on those distracting thoughts right now.  Carter needed all her attention.  The surgery had been successful and they’d removed the entire growth, but the location of the tumor and the placement of the surgical incisions had affected Carter’s motor skills and memory.


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