if i think the ending is fixed already i might as well be saying i think that its ok

down to brass tacks

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They finally get a lead on Kelly Kline on a Saturday. Spurred on by guilt and probably a bit of cabin fever, Castiel turns right around from the hunt he just returned from with Mary to chase her down.

“Oh,” Castiel says, turning. He sticks a hand into his coat pocket. “I almost forgot.”

It isn’t like him to forget things, so the move has to be calculated. Then again, he loses his phone all over the place. Maybe he really did just forget whatever it is. Dean’s startled out of his musing by a shiny projectile hurtling towards his face, which he catches gracelessly in one hand. The metal, whatever it is, feels cool in his palm. He blinks up at Castiel.

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Title: Not jealous

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Alexander Calvert x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine being married to Jensen and being best friends with Alexander Calvert for a long time, who is closer to your age and has portrayed your love interest in your TV show. You are very close that the fans ship you all the time, and during a live Q&A you get to talk about it, maybe revealing some feelings, without knowing your husband is watching it.

A/N: (Y/f/s)= Your favorite show, cause we’d all wanna be a part of it, (Y/c/n)= Your character’s name.

“What do you love most about being a part of the Supernatural?” you read the next question from a fan, looking at your friend and leaning back in the couch.

“Well, there are definitely a lot of things to love about- about Supernatural and being a part of this big family. That’s for sure.” Alexander said with a small smile, leaning on your side and almost laying half on top of you as you had an arm wrapped around his shoulders and his were wrapped around your waist, his face almost nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“The pranks, that’s for sure you love the most!” you giggled and he laughed.

“Well, in Stranger Things the kids would love to play pranks on me, with the help of this lady-” he gave you a look as you shrugged innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shook your head and he laughed more.

“But I don’t think there’s anything that could compare to the ones the guys here pull on me. One day- One day the director had to make them leave because they wouldn’t let me get a scene right with all those jokes.” he admitted “But if I really need to say there is one thing that Supernatural offered to me that I appreciate more than anything was… It was the chance to see (Y/n) again after all this time.”

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You Get What You Give (Capri and the Sun)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 881

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insomnia, Cursing

A/N: This is just one of the many deleted scenes that I’ve had in my drafts for awhile and I thought that I would just share it. This scene happens between Communication & Long Distance! Hope you like it :) 

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Supergirl Editorial

So I’m a writer, I’ve written fanfiction, I’ve written short stories, I’ve written poems, I’ve written scripts, I’ve done a lot of writing. I’ve done enough writing to know that what they’re doing on Supergirl this season, well let’s just say, it’s been missing a few marks. Look, I just have one question for the writers of this show, just one. What’s going on with you guys this season? I mean truly, what is going on? Last season was strong in character development, action, good storytelling, and it seems that a few of those things are lacking this season. Let’s start with a certain new character who goes by the name Mon-El. Now before I get started, I want to make one thing perfectly clear, I actually really like Mon-El, I am not even joking. I think he’s fun, he has a good sense of humor, Chris Wood is clearly having a blast playing him, and his positive attitude is freaking contagious. Yes he was a jackass in the beginning, but he’s coming around. Not only that, I think his story arc is really interesting, I’m curious to learn about his past, whether or not he’s the prince, and I’d actually like to see him develop his powers and become more like his comic book counterpart. However, all of this seems to be taking second banana to a romantic story arc that is forced, not entertaining, done with actors that have zero romantic chemistry, and something that literally a huge majority of the fans don’t want. But here’s my problem, with it. Well I have a lot of problems with it, but let’s just go with the basic. It lends absolutely nothing to the overall story. And as a writer, that really bugs me. You give us the potential for a fun and great character, a character who could actually have a future on these shows, and you turn him into the arrowverse equivalent of Mary-Jane from the Sam Rami Spider-Man movies. Oh that’s right, I went there. A romance based on some “Dude-bro” guilt tripping a girl into liking him is not only a terrible plot point, but a pointless one at that. Now on the other hand, maybe making them a non healthy relationship is the idea, which if that’s the case, ok, but you’re giving us no reason to think that. For example, in season six of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy sleeping with Spike was purposely meant to be a destructive relationship. It was meant to show how Buffy hated being back on Earth and how she was using Spike to help quench these feelings. And it was very clearly meant to be non healthy. Here, it’s just “oh Kara’s friends are all abandoning her and she feels lonely (Which by the way, Alex ditching Kara on her birthday? Really guys? Really?) and Mon-El is the only one who is there to comfort her”, I mean give me a break. And as I stated before, Melissa and Chris have absolutely no romantic chemistry, they have great friendship chemistry, hell they even have a bit of sibling chemistry, but no romantic chemistry. Which brings us to another topic (yea you all knew this was coming), let’s discuss another new character who goes by the name Lena Luthor. Here is a character who is interesting, complex, well written, well acted, and who has flaming hot chemistry with Kara. Now please, writers, please explain to me why we can’t have Kara and Lena together? Cause of Alex and Maggie? It’d be too much to have two lesbian couples on one show? Come on, its 20freaking17. Same sex couples on tv shows are not as taboo as they used to be. Now one could make the argument that they’ve already had one coming out story, and two could be redundant, ok, a fair point. But remember what Mon-El said last episode? How Daxamites didn’t care about sexuality? Who says the same can’t be said for Kryptonians? Hell, you could just have Kara and Lena get together, and when she announces it, everyone being confused about her liking girls all of a sudden, that could actually be really funny. Or if you prefer the dramatic way, Kara being inspired by Alex to question her own sexuality as well could be good, as well as believable for Kara as a character, given the bond that her and Alex share. And I’m sure there are quite a few other ways you could do it. All I know is, it would probably be a lot better than the current romantic arc you have for her at the moment. Also, I don’t think we can talk about Lena without bringing up the giant elephant in the room that is the supposed “spoilers” for 2x15. I’m gonna be blunt, I don’t know if these rumors are true or not, but if they are, I got a few words. First of all, if Lena really does become a villain all of a sudden, it will just be plain stupid. Not only stupid, but lazy as well. If you write her entire arc on her trying to be better than her family name, and prove that not all Luthors are evil, then have her just become the villain randomly, that is not interesting character development. And I’m perfectly aware of the fact that it wouldn’t be the first time a good guy was really the villain the whole time in these shows. But here’s the thing (SPOILER ALERT for those of you who haven’t seen The Flash) Eobard Thawne and Hunter Zolomon were pretending to be people they weren’t (Harrison Welles and Jay Garrick), and they are established villains in the comics. Lena Luthor is not a villain in the comics. Nor was she in Smallville (SPOILER ALERT for those who haven’t seen Smallville). Yes for those who remember, Tess Mercer was in fact Lena Luthor. Now she was unbelievably shady and sinister as all get out, but in the end, she was still one the good guys, she was loyal to Clark and everybody to the very end. So making her a villain would not only be stupid and lazy, but it also wouldn’t make any sense. I also read somewhere that the idea of Kara and Mon-El is that they’re supposed to be “Star crossed lovers”, I’m sorry but nothing would be more star crossed than a Super and a Luthor, even you guys have to admit that. I’ll say this, there are only two ways I can think of, that maybe, just maybe, you can make Lena a villain to where we might buy it. You could either make her the villain for the rest of the season (which given the fact that Kevin Sorbo and Teri Hatcher are looking to be the villains this season, I doubt that’ll happen) or make her descent into villainy expand over the course of seasons, like Lex in Smallville or Morgana in Merlin. So basically, making her a villain and just killing her off would be one of the single most moronic moves you guys could even think of pulling. I’ve had people tell me that it’s not the writers jobs to please the fans, a notion to which I respectfully disagree. When the writers continually write what the majority of the fans don’t want, they will stop watching, the numbers will drop, and the show will get canceled. If they do give what the fans what they want, they will watch, the ratings will climb, the show will stay, and you will make money, it’s literally that simple. And you know what? The majority of the fans want Supercorp, I know there is a percentage that do want Karamel, and I don’t mean to sound like a prick, I really don’t, but Supercorp fans vastly outnumber Karamel fans, and the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. I hate to say it, but guys, if you look at the chart, it’s pretty clear. And like I said before, I don’t even know if these rumors are true. And if I’m wrong, cool, this post will be irrelevant. We’ll watch the show, peacefully, quietly, we’ll enjoy it. But if I’m right, you will not only lose respect from me as both a fan and as a writer, but you will lose respect from quite a large amount of fans as well. So please, we’re begging you here. These plot lines are a total mess and they are not hard to fix. Hell, why don’t you reach out to the fans for advice? I’ve seen plenty of fan fiction plot lines that are better than the current ones. I mean the fans already know what they want, giving it to them is not that complicated. I love Supergirl so much, it’s become one of my favorite tv shows ever, please don’t let some stupid, very easily avoidable, romance plot line ruin it. This has been an editorial from That Writer Guy. Hope you enjoyed.

Beneath the Surface

(This is a culmination of a couple asks about what happens when you throw a baseball and hit the Host. Again, it’s a bit long, so I’ll have it as a “keep reading.”)

Standing outside the library, Doc can hear the sound of violin music, strange and ethereal. The doors still won’t open, however, and he cannot enter. After a rough run-in with one of the fans, Host has disappeared into his library and hasn’t come out. But nonetheless Dr. Iplier lingers there and to listen to the music that floods his mind with a sensation he can’t quite put your finger on.

It might be nostalgia that tastes like tears and smells like his old clinic, but there’s an underlying strangeness, something that doesn’t belong. It’s a thin trail of magic, imagination, like the song is being sewn together from a hundred other songs he can’t quite remember with this fine thread of gold.

After a few minutes, the music stops, and there is silence. Dr. Iplier pokes his head into the library and looks around. He can hear the violin music pick up again and decides to follow that. “Host?” He finds him standing in his nook, playing violently and practically sawing at the violin’s strings with his bow. Dr. Iplier rushes up the steps, but as he does, they shift away from the Host and towards another bookshelf. Doc stops and grabs onto the railing as the moving staircase nearly throws him off into the floor. “Host! Stop this!”

The Host doesn’t respond. He turns his back and continues playing, and the Doctor groans in frustration, eyeing some of the other staircases and wondering how he can reach the Host. Eventually, he decides to jump for it, but when he does, he doesn’t jump far enough.

His hands catch the edge of the platform, but he doesn’t have the strength to pull himself up. Doc’s fingers start to slip, and for a moment, he thinks he’s going to fall. But Host’s hands close around his wrists, and together, they haul the Doctor up and away from the edge. They sit there on the floor gasping for a few moments before Host shakes his head and walks away.

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.6

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister…life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting… Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.

Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.

“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.

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Dark's Heart (part 1)

(so I was going to wait awhile for this one but I was too exited and couldn’t help but start it now. This takes place after “Bim’s Date”. Hope you enjoy it. This is how I see Dark dealing with something like this. Lets see how this turns out. *Holds breath*)

Dark looks out the window into the backyard. He watches Bim in his garden tending to the flowers and his date bringing in some new flowers to plant. The date kneels by Bims side holding out the new flower and Bim takes it giving the date a kiss on the cheek. The date smiles and helps dig a little hole for the flower to be placed in. It has been a month since Bim’s date came into his life, it ended up changing a lot of things. Since then the other egos were beginning to become open to dating and Mark encouraged them to try but to still be careful of course.

Willford had been on the most dates, most of them ending in him getting slapped or running scared for their life when he busts out the gun. Ed would from time to time but his main thing he cared about is if they would get along with his son. Silver was too shy to go on a date and said his true love was justice. Dr.Iplier said he wouldn’t mind but he was too busy, but he did go out an a date once or twice. Yandere didn’t go out saying he would not handle having multiple senpis and there can only be one. King of Squirrels said he would need someone to help him rule over his furry subjects and would propose that on every first date. Google was surprised someone asked for a date with him thinking no one wanted a droid including his brothers who also were asked and he went on a couple but said he wanted someone to have a good educational conversation with. Host kept to himself thinking it would be too weird to be seen with him but was told others didn’t care and wanted to anyway, so he was considering it. Dark refused entirely, even if the others told him to be nice and go anyway he denied it.  

Dark watches the couple being happy together. Bim would not stop giving his date kisses on the cheek then head and just wraps an arm around them and kissed them on the lips. Dark looks away rolling his eyes. He makes his way to his office on the first floor and Willford snickers at him, “Jealous much?”

“Of what? Swapping spit with another person. No thank you.” Dark saids and looks back at Willford. “And you? All you get in return is a slap on the face or a possible restraining order.” Willford shrugs, “I just haven’t met the right one you know. And to be fair I only pull out the gun when I know the person is actually a jerk.” Dark sighs annoyed, “ Who do you think has to deal with the aftermath of that and erase memories of any witnesses? Not to mention Mark has to warn people before they want to try to date you and to sign a disclaimer." Willford tugs on his suspenders, ” Not all of them were bad. I had fun and some of them but you know it just didn’t click. But I met some cool scamps and get invited to some parties with them to hang out.“ Dark gets more annoyed, "Again then you cause some disaster at some of these events and I have to deal with it.” Willford laughs, “Come on that last one was fun and everyone laughed. So I got a car into a pool. Did anyone die? No.”

Dark doesn’t have time for this and makes his way to his office when Willford saids something. “You know you could still try to find-” Willford gets cut off as Dark appears infront of him looking very angry, his shell breaking flashing red and blue. “Don’t. Say. Their. Name.” He breathes heavily. “I don’t want anyone near me again!!! I have no time for anyone and no one is worthy of my time.” Dark takes a deep breath and straightens himself up then walks away. Will watches him go and Host walks up to Willford. “You know he doesn’t like to talk about it. Why does Willford insist on it?” Host asks Will. Willford tugs at his suspenders more, “Maybe because it was the one time he was in his own way happy and that meant we didn’t suffer as much from his wrath.”

Dark slams his door shut and sits at his desk. He boots up his computer and tries to work, taking out some papers he needed to look over as well. He reads through them but stops after a while. Without thinking he looks at his computer and goes “that person’s” profile again. They are smiling happily and posted that they were excited for their wedding that day. Dark doesn’t know why he is even looking at this but he is. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes thinking about the first time he saw you.

It was a meet and greet about close to the beginning of the year. “A Date with Markiplier” came out a few days ago and Dark’s had become very popular afterward. The fans wanted a meet up with the egos and after some consideration and many precautions Mark decided to make a meet and greet for them. He rented a room big enough for them to have it in and sent out the word about it. The fans were so excited and the egos were too, happy to meet the fans. Dark was less ecstatic as he sat in his chair unamused.

“Remind me again why I'm here.” Dark crosses his arms looking serious as always. “You are one of us weather you like it of not so just act nice for today. And would it kill you to smile?” Willford saids looking at Dark at his spot next to him. “Yes it will.”, Dark grumbles. “Look you are here now so just deal with it Edgelord.” Willford pokes Dark’s arm making Dark’s aura seep out. 

“Ummmm Will maybe its not the best time to mess with Dark before the fans walk in…” Bim shifts in his seat at his table nervous.

“Boy’s got a point. I rather not die before this thing starts.” Ed leans in his chair.

“I already am going to be busy with this and tending to fans on the verge of fainting or having a large "Fangirl” moment.“ Dr.Iplier has a doctor bag under his table in case someone faints.

"I will be there to save the fans of course!! I am the hero they need.” Silver is jumping in his seat being the most exited.

“Yes it seems we will have quite the crowd today. I can see many people outside are already using that "Facebook Live” to show they are waiting outside.“ Google’s eyes glow as he looks up how popular the event is on the internet.

"The fans are talking happily amongst themselves while there is a threat of chaos that might commence in the building before they arrive.” Host narrates softly, he was nervous about being there but wanted to be nice to the fans.

“I do hope the fans enjoy my loyal subjects and I brought them all peanut butter so we may all run out and embrace the squirrels!!!” The King of Squirrels had boxes of peanut butter behind him.

“I feel like senpi right now… I like it hehehehe.” Yandere laughs to himself feeling powerful to become senpi for a day.

Mark walks in and looks at everyone in their places. He hopes nothing bad happens. “Ok guys we are opening the doors in five minutes so get ready. Katherine is out there with Tyler explaining how this is going to work. You each have your own table and line for yourself. A fan has to go to the line to the one they want to meet. They have at least a minute with you, its fast but we had to so no one can get left behind before the event is over. They do have gifts for you and anything they want you to sign. They will ask for pictures too and please for the love of everything that is holy don’t do anything bad to mess up the building… I cant afford to pay for damages.” Everyone looks at Willford when he saids that. “Cross my heart, but no promises.”, Willford saids happily and Mark worries. “Any you. You need to be nice today. I don’t want anyone running out here crying because of you.” Mark looks at Dark but he feels the dark aura seeping out and shivers. He walks to the entrance where Amy is to help people get to their line and with Ethan at a table where there is t-shirts and other knick knacks of the egos to give away.

“I hope this doesn’t end badly.” Mark takes a deep breath to try to relax as he sits with Ethan. “Come on Mark it will be fine. Its going to be great.”, Ethan saids happily fixing up the merchandise. “Yea don’t worry so much. You know if they act up Kathryn just needs to snap her fingers to get them back in line. That girl knows how to take charge.” , Amy pats Mark’s head playfully. Mark looks up at Amy, “ I know but I still worry you know me. I don't any the fans to get hurt.” Tyler pokes his head out from the door, “Ok its time guys you ready?” Mark takes another deep breath and nods.

The fans walk in jumping and squealing. They walk in to find Mark and Ethan at the merchandise table in the front. They tell them they can get something now if they want for the egos to sign or save it as a gift for after the event. Amy is next by where the lines begin. They are all separated and have a sign at each beginning with the name of the ego for that particular line. She tells them to go through nicely and to wait til it was time for the event to start. The fans filled up the lines fast with more still outside the building. Tyler was at the front of the lines telling everyone they had to stand behind the red tape before they come up to the table and to please be kind to others in line. Once it was time the first people in line walked up to the tables.

Willford was having a blast, taking pictures and grabbing the phones to take a selfie telling them it has to be their phone background. Bim was shy at first but got the hang of it enjoying the fans as they said they wish he had his own show. Ed was pulling in people in for bear hugs when they asked for a hug and signing things with prices for his son. Dr.Iplier smiled at the fans and gave a fast scribble for his signature and if he saw someone looking very nervous he took his time to get them to relax and took deep breaths with them. Silver posed for every photo loving it and feeling loved when they told him he was their favorite hero. Google acted civil to everyone and smiled when the fans said he was the coolest android ever and even gave him gifts for his brothers to take back too. Host thought it was kind of the fans to want to help him find a place sign their things carefully taking his hand and guiding it to where they wanted the signature, he also liked the small conversations they would have. The King signed away delighted when the fans giggled as some squirrels climbed on them, and  asked if anyone was allergic to peanut butter before he gave a jar away. Yandere always added hearts to his signature and giggled when someone said they find him cute.

Dark was a different story. When fans came to him he just glared at them clearly not wanting to be there. He signed things and just gave them back without a word. Some were brave enough to ask for a picture and Dark allowed it but didn’t smile and didn’t get close to the fan. Someone tried to joke with him and called him Edgelord, Dark’s shell had a small crack enough to make the fan get their signed idem and back away fast. It was coming to a point where people did not want to go near his line even if he had a lot of people wanting to meet him. Some just saw him and gave the gift to Mark at the front to give it to Dark instead. No one came to Dark’s line anymore too afraid of him. He didn’t mind and was glad at the fact. Willford whispered buzzkill to him but Dark didn’t care.

“Well I expected that.” Mark looks over at Dark siting at his table enjoying his empty line. Then you show up almost out of breath. “Im sorry *huff* is the event still going on?” You look at Mark. Mark smiles at you and picks up a water bottle hanging it to you. “Don’t worry your on time. You got a good ten minutes left. If you get in line now you can still make it.” You drink up the water, “Wow I’m so lucky… I thought I wasn’t going to make it and ran half of the way.” You look into the building and see the lines full of people but you stop and see Dark’s empty one. “Ummm excuse me Mark is Dark’s line closed?” You tilt your head. Mark looks back at Dark cracking his neck, “No its not. Everyone eventually got to scared to go near him. He doesn’t seem to mind as you can see.” You look at Dark, he does look very intimidating but you shrug your shoulders, “Well I’m going to burst his bubble.”

You walk to Darks line happily. Everyone from the other lines look at you like you were crazy or had a death wish. But there you go and you stop at the red tape and wait for Dark to call you up. He looks up at you, his eyes looking you up and down. “What are you doing?” He asks placing his arms on the table. You smile at him, “Just waiting to meet you. can I come up?” Dark gives you a look, “You could have just left your gift with Mark like the others.” You hold out your hands, “I don’t got one. I just wanted to meet you.” Dark is now curious he motions you forward. You walk up to the table not afraid and smile at him. “Are you telling me you came here without wanting a signature, bringing a gift, or wanting a picture? Yet here you stand wanting to meet me for what a minute?” Dark raises an eyebrow.

“Pretty much.” You say simply. “I think your an interesting character. I know you are suppose to be evil and all that but I think there is more to you than you are letting on. Deep down I think your longing for something else besides the obvious taking over Mark or making your own deals that benefit you.” You look at your phone. “Well times up I just wanted to tell you that. Bye have a good one.” You make your way out.

“Your not leaving.” Dark looks at you hard. You turn around to find him glaring at you. his dark aura coming out and his shell having cracks slightly. “What do you mean there is more to me? You only know me from Mark’s videos. How can you possibly think you really know who I am? I am a evil ego and am feared by the others and even the fans. They say they love me and all but only because of Mark. You think you know who you are exactly talking to…” Dark’s shell is cracking more. The other egos can feel it and are already preparing to jump in to protect the fans. Mark starts walking up to Dark’s table to take you away before he does something bad.

You start laughing. It makes Dark surprised as well as the others around you. The fans think your asking for it and the egos think Dark’s energy made you go mad. “hahahaha You think your scary. Trust me I have been through some bad things and they are worse than you.” Dark looks at you eyes wide and for once amused. “Dark I know you aren’t the best person ever but you know I think your like this because your acting out. Sure you love using people and you enjoy taking control but I think it is because you actually like people. sure it is to mess with them but to me it is also because you don’t like being alone. You like having someone there to mess with. If you didn’t then what would you do with yourself? You need people weather you like to admit it of not. That’s just my opinion. I should get going I really went over the time limit but since  I’m the only one in line I guess that’s ok.” You turn to leave then walk back. “O one more thing.” You poke Dark’s nose with a boop. “See ya Edgelord.” You wave at him and leave.

Everyone is doesn’t know what to think. The other egos look at Dark eyes wide because he didn’t react to what just happened. Mark stands their dumbfounded and you pass by him. “O by the way love your stuff. Your the best.” You go to the merchandise table and buy a shirt with Dark on it from a very surprised Ethan who saw what happened. you leave with your shirt walking back to your car happily.

Dark looks after you still trying to piece together what just happened. The event ends and everyone starts to clean up. Dark still sits at his table looking at the doors you left at. “Dark you know you could have left five minutes ago right?” Mark looks at Dark. Dark sits up and walks past Mark, “I’m not doing this thing again…” Mark nods, “Noted.” Dark leaves ahead of everyone. He is the first to arrive home going straight to his room. He changes for the night and lays in bed looking up at the ceiling.

“hu… I don’t get their name.” Dark whispers to himself. He thinks why would he care about learning a name for someone he would most likely never see again but they did do something he never thought anyone could do. They surprised him.

either or (you and me)

yoonkook drabble inspired by yoonkook asking if they should do lamb skewers business together lmffkdjs and yoongi’s parents being like NOPE




“ahhhh i really wanted to do it!” jungkook flops onto his back, rolling round on the couch. yoongi pulls his headphones down.

“we can still do it,” he turns in his chair, hands folded in his lap. jungkook squirms onto his side, cheek smushed against the couch arm, glasses slightly askew; it’s cute. yoongi clears his throat. “i mean, it’s not like we’d be doing it for a while either way. it’s not really up to them to decide.” at this, jungkook extends one arm and waves a finger in a ‘no no’ fashion. yoongi’s brows rise.

“nope,” jungkook finally gives up and sits upright like a sort of normal human being, folding his legs underneath himself. “i know you care what they think,” he holds his hand up when yoongi opens his mouth to argue, “which’s good. i care too. and the furniture thing could be fun.”

yoongi sputters. “i was joking.”

“but you weren’t joking about the restaurant?”

“well, no,” if yoongi could back-pedal on a rolling chair he would; but the back of it is already against his desk. he blinks. “would you really want to?”

jungkook rolls his eyes and considers throwing a pillow at yoongi except that might be hazardous for all his equipment, so jungkook just stares at him. he thinks about the yoongi who used to hold him in the dance practice room when he’d fall asleep by accident; he thinks about yoongi grinning at him during their recent choreography break together, his hand at the back of his neck like it belongs there. he thinks about yoongi as he is now, his favorite version because it is also yoongi’s favorite version of himself – in his finest element; creating. he thinks about how he loves him, because that’s definitely what it is and jungkook has grown into himself now enough to know it. and it’s funny, how he can have his little crushes on the others too – because he loves them also, is inhumanly fond of all of them; and well why wouldn’t he be? they have only ever been there for him; and isn’t that everything? with yoongi it is different though.

the idea of a business together means the idea of a future together, beyond bangtan for all that jungkook wants this to last forever too.

the idea is: not having to say goodbye.

so when he asks yoongi if he’s serious, the smile he sends him is very serious – seriously warm, seriously open, seriously in love.

he watches carefully, the slight glare of the light caught on his own glasses doing nothing to obscure a flicker of something like comprehension that appears and disappears so fast, if jungkook had not been looking so closely, he would have missed it; but he sees it. he waits.

yoongi shifts in his chair, hands going to his knees. he’s nervous. jungkook wonders if that’s good or bad.

“of course i want to,” jungkook gets off the couch and stands so near to yoongi that they’re touching – barely but very all at once. jungkook imagines being bolder, imagines pushing yoongi’s beanie up off of his hair and watching the unruly light blue fall into his perfect dark eyes, imagines maybe kneeling down in front of him just to make a point or pulling yoongi up just to make another point; but it’s imagination and jungkook is not bolder, not yet. he’s just what he is right now: in love and knows he’s in love and likes to be close. it’s enough. for now. yoongi surprises him by leaning up to fix jungkook’s glasses, his fingertips grazing his skin brief warm and wanted when he lowers his hand.

“it doesn’t have to be furniture either,” yoongi more or less blurts out – the way you do when you’re so nervous you just let the first thing that comes to mind be what you say. all in all, it could be worse. yoongi could have said one of the other things on the heels of that thought, things like: that makes me happy, you make me happy, 'we’ make me happy. things yoongi knew but never consciously Thought and now that he’s thinking it, well. he looks away but the soft burn in his cheeks is there anyway; stupid complexion.

but when jungkook laughs he looks back up, his own smile suddenly there because jungkook’s joy is contagious. that’s something they all agree on. just the other day he’d been in namjoon’s studio, giving input where he wanted it and where he didn’t, saw the picture of all seven of them on his desk, picked it up and said: “we’re good now aren’t we.” namjoon pulled him in by his waist like the old friend he is and said,

“yep,” then asked why yoongi thought the transition in the current track needed to be moved.

a little after that they heard jungkook’s laughter. they know each other well enough to recognize that’s jungkook’s 'i’m watching something funny on my phone while walking down the hallway despite all the hazards that come with that’ laugh. namjoon chuckled and yoongi shook his head and namjoon said without any prompting, “love that kid.”

yoongi didn’t notice his own words as much as namjoon did when he murmured, “yeah….same.”

now, watching jungkook bubble over with brightness, yoongi sees parts of all of them in how he ducks his head, how he can laugh with his whole body, how he curls his fingers, how he emanates an invigorating sort of love that says: if you’re doing good, i’m good too.

yoongi considers the probability of being in love.

blinks again.

“maybe we’ll do both,” jungkook says and locks his hands behind his back like a child, bending forward so that his face is level with yoongi’s, and it’d be both easy and hard to kiss him. yoongi wants to, isn’t as shocked by it as he might have been a couple years ago; but he doesn’t. instead he reaches a hand up to card through jungkook’s hair, ruffling it just this side of playful and adoring, hums a thoughtful sound and says,

“maybe we will.”

a moment passes. jungkook’s glasses slide down his nose. yoongi fixes them again, gently recedes…only to pull jungkook along with him by his wrist. at his desk he lifts his headphones off his own neck and puts them on jungkook; one ear still lifted, he says,

“not sure about this one. might be pretty good in the end but the foundation’s got to have more melody…ah anyway…” he smiles, all teeth this time, taps the side of jungkook’s neck and looks back at the screen as he hits play and says softly,“let me know.”

eventually, jungkook does.


Nervous For Nothing

My second White Rose fanfiction for White Rose Week

Day 2: First Date


“Ughhhh, Yang hurry up!” whined an annoyed Ruby Rose. “Hey, my adorable little sister is going on her first date and if you think I’m not going to fix you up then you’ve got another thing coming.” replied Yang who was currently fixing her sisters hair, “Now hold still.” “You know I don’t like any of this dressing up stuff. Besides there isn’t much of a point since we all live together, I mean she’s literally standing right there!” replied Ruby still fidgeting, much to her sister’s protest. “Relax Ruby, we still have plenty of time until our reservation.” said Weiss. “Hey! I said no looking until I’m done!” Yang snapped as if an artist not yet ready to reveal their masterpiece. “Although I am beginning to share in your sentiment of being annoyed, Ruby.” the snow haired girl retorted. “I still think you guys are going overboard.” said Blake, still buried in the book she’d been reading the whole time. “Can’t you go any faster Yang? You’re embarrassing me!” Ruby told her sister in low voice. “Then that means I’ve done my job as your sister.” Yang said, clearly proud of herself. “And speaking of done jobs, tada!”

Ruby wore a silver blouse, complementing her eyes. Over it she had on a black and red corset and skirt combo, resembling her normal outfit and yet giving off a more fanciful vibe. She handed Ruby a hand mirror to admire her work on her hair which was fixed in a nicer-than-normal manner with a special hair spray to make it sparkle as well as a bit of makeup that tied the whole thing together.

“Wow Yang, you really outdid yourself.” Ruby said, surprised at how much she liked the look. Ruby lowered the mirror and was greeted by the image of a surprised miss Schnee. “Well you certainly made it worth the wait.” Weiss said, oddly self-conscious about whether she was blushing or not. “I did do a good job, didn’t I.” Yang said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Maybe I’ll fix up Blake while you two are gone.” “Definitely not going to happen.” replied the dark haired faunus now looking up from her book to see how her partner did, “You look nice Ruby.” “Thanks.” Ruby replied, anxious to get the night underway. “Ready to go Ruby?” asked Weiss. “Yep.” she replied. The two began making their way to the door. “I want her home by ten young lady.” Yang said as the two left. Blake began reading her book again. “You are not putting make up on me.” she said. “Oh I think we’re both going through a little transformation.” replied Yang, producing two small fake mustaches from a bag. Blake sighed, “What are you getting me into now.”

“So how did you afford the reservation at this fancy restaurant we’re going to?” asked Ruby as she and Weiss strolled down the darkening streets of Vale, “Didn’t your dad like, cut you off?” “I uhh, borrowed some money from Winter.” Weiss said, for some reason finding this less embarrassing than the truth of having taken a few odd jobs earlier that week. Not having money was a concept new to Weiss and one of which she was embarrassed by. “Oh, that was nice of her.” Ruby said, finding no fault in Weiss’ reply. “Still, I could pay for half.” she added. “Not to worry Ruby, it’s all taken care of.” Weiss said, feeling proud of herself. “If you say so.” Ruby said as the two made their way to their destination.

“Reservation for Weiss Schnee.” Weiss told the hostess. “Ah Miss Schnee, we’ve been expecting you.” she replied, “Right this way.” She seated them and returned to the counter to be greeted by a blonde woman with a black mustache. “Table for Yang Xiao Long.” she replied, “and here’s a little something to not use the name” she added, sliding her one lien. “Oh god.” Blake sighed, already cringing at the disaster taking place. “How…generous.” the woman replied with a pained smile, reluctantly showing them to their table.

Ruby and Weiss ordered their food. Ruby kept it simple with an order of beef braised in red wine with Weiss getting an order of escargot. “You seem quite Ruby, is everything alright?” Weiss asked, worried as to why her normally talkative friend has grown silent. “Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.” Ruby admitted, “I’m afraid I might mess it up somehow.” “Don’t be. I’m here because I like you Ruby, it’s not like that fact will suddenly change over small talk during dinner.” Weiss said, smiling at her date. “Heh, thanks.” Ruby said, returning the smile and now feeling at ease.

“May I take your order?” asked a thinly mustached waiter. “Just the bread and water.” Yang replied, her eyes fixed on her sister’s table. “I’m sorry?” the waiter asked, seemingly offended. “You heard me.” Yang said while shooing him away with her hand. “Can we go now?” asked Blake, “This is embarrassing for all parties involved.” “And yet here you are mustache and all.” Yang said stroking her own newly acquired lip fashion, “Admit it, you’re just as curious as I am.” “Ok, so maybe I am nosy.” Blake said, crossing her arms. “Still, I don’t want to embarrass them. Or myself.” she added, sinking into her seat noticing the looks they were getting.

“That’s what escargot is?! I didn’t even know you could eat snails.” Ruby said, marveling at the dish before them. Weiss let out a chuckle. “Do you want to try it” “Uhh, yeah!” Ruby said, excitedly. Weiss forked the former snail and raised it to Ruby’s lips. “Bleh, it tastes exactly like I always thought snail would taste like.” Weiss laughed and the two enjoyed the rest of their respective meals. Deciding to opt out of dessert, they payed and departed for their next location.

“Quick, they’re on the move.” Yang said beginning to trail them once again. “Ahem.” said an annoyed waiter from behind them, “You two young ladies wouldn’t be planning to dine and dash, would you?” “What? But all we got was bread and water.” replied a disgruntled Yang, “What kind of restaurant makes you pay for bread and water?” “The same kind that doesn’t tolerate non-paying customers.” he retorted in an angry tone. “Fine. Blake pay the guy and let’s go.” Yang said, not wanting to miss more of her sister’s date. “What do you mean me? This was your idea.” Blake said, “Besides I didn’t bring my money.” “Well I spent all of my lien on these awesome disguises.” Yang replied, pulling at the ends of her mustache. “Then I guess you’ll have to work it off.” the waiter said, “Unless you’d like me to get the police involved, that is.” “No, no. This is fine.” Blake said, not giving her friend a chance to protest. “Good, then its settled.” he said, dragging them to the kitchen. “B-but the date!” a saddened Yang said, before being dragged beyond the kitchen doors.

Ruby and Weiss were making their way through the Vale City Park. They admired the bright lights of the city against the dimming sky and made small talk about the goings on at Beacon. They walked down the main path towards the center, well Weiss did while Ruby decided to walk along the rail. They came to a bench where they decided to sit and watch the ducks in the pond. “This was fun.” Weiss said to her partner. “It was.” Ruby said, letting out a sigh “Thank goodness.” “Don’t be nervous.” Weiss said, adding “This isn’t really any different from when we normally hang out.” “O-Oh.” Ruby said, a little disappointed. Weiss picked up on this. “Wait, that’s not what I meant.” she said, attempting to correct herself. “I just meant you’re never nervous when we normally hang out, so don’t be now.” “But still, I really wanted this to be different from when we normally hang out.” Ruby said, “I wanted tonight to be special.”

Weiss thought on this for a minute. “Well I know one way we could make it special.” She edged closer to Ruby. “We could…” she hesitated, “…kiss.” Ruby paused for a moment trying to process what her date had said before turning the shade for which she was named. “WAIT. YOU MEAN LIKE NOW?” she babbled, her heart rate rising. “Only if you want to.” Weiss replied, her own cheeks now a shade of pink. “I mean of course I WANT to, I just. I mean I’ve never…” she said, before taking a deep breath. “Ok.”

Their heads edged towards each other closing their eyes before their lips met. “That was, wow.” said an estatic Ruby, smiling ear to ear. Weiss stayed silent with a grin of her own before noticing the large clock tower in the distance. “Oh, crap!” she said, seeing the time. “We’ll need to be back soon.” “Ugh, stupid school.” an annoyed Ruby added before the two made their way back to their dorms.

“How was your date.” an excited Yang asked as the two entered the room. “It was awesome!” said a bubbly Ruby. Weiss let out a sigh of relief, “We almost missed curfew.” Weiss noticed Yang as well as her new lip fashion. “Why are you wearing a mustache?” with Ruby adding “And why does it smell like soggy bread in hear?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” said Blake, raising her head out of her book to reveal her own mustache. Yang began angrily mumbling whilst stroking her own mustache and the two decided to leave it at that.

Missing Alex (Kenji x F!MC Headcanon)

Requested by an anon who wanted reactions from Kenji and Eva after the final battle w Silas. 

HC Prompts List here

Note: Hope you don’t mind, turned it into Kenji x Alex cause I’m so used to it idk how to write them as friends 😂 Also, my personal HCs of the gang have Kenji and Eva as good friends just teasing each other all the time. So there’s that stuff.

Rating: ehhh some mild language? Idk

Also, how dare you make me do this to myself XD

Originally posted by spaceeblack

Initial reactions:

  • Everyone is staring up at the sky, wide-eyed and in disbelief. This can’t be happening, is what they’re all thinking. 
  • Kenji stands there almost frozen to the spot, his eyes darting across the sky, frantically searching for any sign of movement, for Alex.
    • “Do you see her?”
    • But his question falls on deaf ears. Everyone is still reeling from the explosion.
  • Eva is in a state of worry and panic after the reality starts to sink in that Alex was up there where the explosion occurred and that she might be…
    • “Kenji, where is she? What if she doesn’t come back? You don’t think she… She can’t!”
    • And tears are welling up in her eyes as she frantically turns to Kenji for answers, who’s still frozen in a daze, his glowing eyes fixed to the sky.
  • Poppy is absolutely devastated.
    • The moment the explosion occurred, her hand clasped over her mouth and tears invaded her vision as she stumbled backwards from the monitors, barely managing to keep herself from tripping over the coffee table behind her.
    • And she sits on the couches bawling, because that was her best friend up there.
  • Dax stares at the monitors, his mouth ajar in disbelief. Is he seeing things? Is the video feed… wrong?

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Hacked (Sombra x reader)

A/n: to the anon who requested some awkward Sombra, I hope you like it ^^ thank you for the request

Edited 12/20/16 by @shadowbolt64

The lights flickered as the underground subway made its first turn out of the subway station. The old thing squeaked and sputtered in protest as it continued down the rusted tracks. Your eyes glided across the many faces of the early morning commuters who were taking the early subway to work.

Most of the bodies on the train were covered in dark heavy coats and thick scarfs, as the subway could not hold the heat inside of the old passenger car, even if it was ten feet underground. The winter morning was definitely the worst time to commute on a subway.

You held tightly to the old leather strap that was attached above your head, you tried to keep your balance as the subway went over another bump. You groaned in protest as you quickly grabbed your phone out of your pocket to look at the news.

You could see your own breath as you slipped your hand from one of your gloves to scroll through your newsfeed. You lazily looked over the passengers in front of you. Trying to find something decent to look at while you were waiting for your stop.

Suddenly a message popped up in the middle of your screen, your eyes squinted at the message. It clearly read that your data usage was almost up and that data should be turned off.

You scoffed loudly as you quickly exited out of the news app and went into your settings. You crossed your fingers that there was an unprotected Wi-Fi somewhere that you could use. It wasn’t exactly legal, but who would catch you?

As the phone searched for a signal it immediately picked up on a unprotected network that had three bars in your area. The Wi-Fi was named S0mbra1. Curious you tried to connect to the network and sure enough it worked. Your eyes lit up with delight as the network allowed you to browse your favorite apps.

It was an incredible network, it loaded all photos and videos on the app in an instant and would never buffer. Your smile widened as the network continued to do its magic.

Suddenly, the subway came to a halt, you looked up to the old blinking sign confirming that this was your stop. The light in your eyes faded away as you slipped your phone into your pocket and continued to your work.

You threw your belongings on your small desk as you quickly sat in your office chair. Your spun it around a couple of times before you turned on the tower hiding underneath your desk as well as the monitor. The painfully familiar blue screen clicked on with the usual request for a username and password. You rolled your eyes as you quickly typed it in. You navigated to the online service and typed in yet another login. Your job was one of the worst out there but hey, money is money right?

You slipped on your usual headset and clicked a button on the side; it immediately directed you to a call. You cleared your throat and introduced yourself.

“Hello, this is y/n with tech support. How may I help you?”

The voice on the other line belonged to a Hispanic woman who casually talked to you in a rather calm tone.

“Yeah I had a question about my computer, the monitor seems to be glitching out and the mouse isn’t appearing on my screen, what should I do?”

Before you could answer you heard rather fast typing on the other end. It seemed rapid and well placed as if the person knew what they were doing.

Suddenly, your monitor went white before revealing the screen of another computer. Your eyes went wide with shock as you quickly shuddered into the microphone.

“H-hey, I’m going to need to put you on hold for a second, my computer isn’t w-working properly.”

Suddenly the typing on the other line paused, the sound of a moving chair could be heard as the women continued to speak.

“Oh, that is me, I hacked the server your company is currently using with your IP to show you what is happening, I thought it might be easier for you to se-”

“And if you know how to hack a private network do you really think you need tech supports help?”

The awkward tension grew as the silence was dragged on. You heard the woman tapping her nails on her desk thinking of an explanation for her actions. She finally took a deep breath and answered.

“Yes, b-because I need assistance with the monitor a-and I don’t know how to fix it.”

You’re rolled your eyes before quickly saying something to stop her from rambling on forever.

“Ok, thank you very much for calling tech support, you have the number on your phone already so call when you have a real problem ok?”

Before you gave her a chance to respond you quickly ended the call before she could continue. You leaned back in your chair letting out a long drawn out sigh.

Your monitor sputtered and clicked a bit before displaying a rather suspicious purple coding. Soon your computer was automatically transferred to a Skype call to a women with electric violet dyed hair and rather vibrant clothes. She spoke up before you could freak out about her being on your screen.

“Ok listen, I’m sorry for all of my fussing. But when I saw you on the subway you looked really cute in that winter coat so I wanted to get to know you. So I decided to help you out with the Wi-Fi network and I wanted to talk to you, so that’s why I made the call and that’s… why I am … here.”

Her face suddenly became warm as she scratched the back of her neck waiting for a response. Your first reaction was a loud laugh before you looked back at your screen.

“You seriously hacked my computer just so you could talk to me? Ha! That is just hilarious.”

Her nose suddenly scrunched up while you continued to have your laughing fit. She crossed her arms before responding.

“You really think I was just going to walk up to you and say hi, this was way more elaborate then anything anyone else could do.”

You finally got you composure back and cleared your throat before responding.

“Oh no! That is very elaborate… and I thought it was cool, it’s not often you meet someone who can hack a server just to talk to someone, we should talk more often.”

Suddenly the woman’s eyes went wide with shock before she let a smirk fall on her face. She wasn’t actually expecting you to comply with a wave of her hand she did her best to cover her blush before responding.

“Perfect, I’ll keep in touch. Talk to you later.”

Before you could reply your screen went back to its usual blue hue. As if it never even happened. You slumped in your chair and let out a tired sigh. You realized that before she left you never even asked for her name.

Suddenly your phone dinged with a message. You looked over at it and saw that a new contact by the name of Sombra was added to your phone, and the number already sent a message.

“Did you think I wouldn’t get your number before leaving? That’s what happens when you join unprotected networks.”

You let a smile creep up on your face as you leaned back in your chair and responded.

“As I said before I would love to chat more, Sombra.”


(Forgive me if she seems cheesy! I don’t know her well enough yet ;-;)

Celebrate Me Home - The One With All the Catharsis (Final Part)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 8.9k ish (nearly half is smut and I don’t even know how that happened)

Warnings: Pain and angst, fighting, SMUT, ORAL (FEMALE RECEIVING), MUTUAL MASTURBASTION (A BRIEF MENTION OF IT), SEX (A TAD BIT DESPERATE), ALL AROUND DIRTY DIRTY DESPERATION, rounded out with a good dose of sap and fluff.

Summary: A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU ~ She’s done too much. She’s caused too many problems. Her judgement isn’t the best, but her heart is in the right place. Although, she’s worries that place just may be back in Pine Tree.

A/n: I can’t believe we’ve come to this point. I can’t believe we’re here. This has been such an experience for me. I’m so glad that I took the time to bring this story to life. It had been eating away at me for years and here we are. Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and reblogging. This part of the story is ending, but this isn’t the last we’ll see of these characters. I promise you that much!

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December 26th, 2011…1 Day after Christmas

It happens in an instant. So quickly and without a second thought, in fact, that Cas doesn’t even get a chance to finish his words. He can’t even complete his sentence before y/n is turning the key in her ignition and pulling out of the parking lot she’d taken residence in for the better part of the day.

How she manages to get her car started and on the road without taking out a tree or woodland creature, she doesn’t know. But she’s speeding down the highway in no time, working the back roads like it’s second nature to her, and at this point she’s sure it is.

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X Reader part 2

Prompt: Y/N getting over Sirius

Era: Marauders Era without the war

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by unloadthecargo

“The unicorn hair core has a powerful…. Powerful… powerful….” Y/N whispers as she starts to zone out.

Bam!

A loud bang on the table shakes Y/N back to reality.

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anonymous asked:

hiiii how are you? i love your blog hope you keep going,i have a question what are the differences and same things in jaebum and taehyung?,their charts are very alike,both are very interesting if they were in the same group i ca't imagine thank you

Heey, I’m good! How about you? Such an amazing question, anon! Because it’s awesome how charts can look so alike and create people that are so different, right? Jaebum and Taehyung are the official proof that houses change absolutely everything in a chart. lol Because Jaebum’s Capricorn is acting a lot different from Taehyung’s. I’ll try to explain:

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Panic On Set

(A/N) (Y/F/F) – Your Fav food. I also got a couple dates in this wrong, just imagine the time frames different I guess.  I also think this is gender neutral, I tried not to use pronouns.

You and Tom hadn’t always been friends. When you first met at the ripe age of 8, you, for some reason, decided that you hated his guts. There was something about him that you just couldn’t stand. After 2 years of fighting, you realised what it was that you despised so much.

Your similarities. The both of you loved (Y/F/F), you both were some of the funniest children you knew, you both had the same fashion sense and you shared a sense of humour. Those things are just a drop in the ocean, the amount of similarities are almost laughable.

Once you realised this, you became fast friends, now sharing (Y/F/F) and shrieking in laughter at everything one another said. You were suddenly inseparable, attached at the hip if you will. When he landed his role as billy elliot, you were overjoyed for him. You attended all the performances possible, and gave him a bouquet of flowers at the end of each performance, hugging him till he started to choke out your name.

When you were 15, Tom got his first girlfriend. You were overjoyed for him and asked for every detail at the end of they’re dates, and made sure he always looked good, fixing his hair and even his tie before prom. You didn’t start dating till you were 17, and when you finally landed yourself a (BF/GF), Tom was just as thrilled as you were the first time.

Now, both being 21, you couldn’t always be in each others company. You’d already had some experience with the separation when you were away at university fairly far away, but even then you were face timing each other at every opportunity you got. Even though laughing through a screen wasn’t as good as real life, it tided you over till you got to see him again.

But now, with him being busy filming chaos walking, you rarely got to speak even through the phone.

It was a Sunday evening when you got the phone call. Picking it up, thinking it was your mum calling for her routine call at 7pm, you started to say “hey mum wha..” But were interrupted by a familiar voice. “Hey (Y/N/N), It’s me, Harrison, Umm, I was just calling to say that Tom’s had an accident on set and…” Harrison was interrupted by you quickly yelling “What do you mean accident? Is he ok? Where is he? In hospital? Oh my lor.. I need to come down there now!”

You heard Harrison chuckling in the background before saying, “(Y/N), Its ok, he’s going to be fine, he’s been admitted into a hospital near set, just for some routine monitoring, they said that he’ll be ok in a couple days. He asked me not to tell you, but I figured that might just be the morphine talking. Theres no need for you to come down.”

After taking a few deep breaths you said through gritted teeth “Fine. I wont come.”  Harrison, knowing you well started to say “Promi..”….. “Hung up, Typical.” He tutted.

Obviously you were going down there, what kind of a monster best friend wouldn’t?! You quickly packed a small bag, hopped on your laptop and booked the first flight to Scotland.

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After a stressful 6 hours, you were finally in Scotland, taking a bus to the hospital that Harrison said Tom was in. Barging through the glass doors, you rushed to reception and damn near demanded where Tom was. After being told the directions to his room, you started the trek through the maze of corridors. Just before you could make the first turn, you could see Harrison walking towards you. Deciding to ignore him, you carried on towards his room, whilst singing the mission impossible theme in your head.

Reaching Tom’s room, you peered in to see him sat up in bed, dressed in his normal clothes, on his phone. When you quickly barged in, he jumped, staring at you wide eyed before jumping up to greet you with enthusiasm. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he asked you what you were doing there, stating that it was really nothing and he could take care of himself. “Your just a big baby, admit it” you chuckled, then ducked out the way when he made a move to hit you playfully.

Grabbing his hand you pulled him in for another hug, and when you muttered in his ear to never do a dangerous action film again, he just sighed and said,

“I’m spider-man. I do what I want!”

Rumor Has It

Group/Member: GOT7/Jackson ft. Bambam

Genre: fluff, supposedly humor/comedy

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: “Er… everyone loves food. Ask her out to lunch or something?”

Requested: yep!

Author’s Note: took me too long to finish this request after rewriting it again and again ;; hopefully you’ll like it, tho! <3

- Admin Kat

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(Re)cycle - Eisuke Ichinomiya

Title: (Re)cycle or How Many Times Do I Have to See You Until You Get Tired of Me

Summary: Somehow, the universe always found a way to bring them together, only to separate them again. So, Eisuke does what he does best—defy the damn universe. Reincarnation AU.

Genre: ANGST, Romance, and Historical if you squint

Pairing: MC/Eisuke

a/n:  This idea has actually been floating in my head for a while. That, or maybe I’m a sucker for AU’s like these lmaoo. I think I had way too much fun bullying Eisuke here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) . He’s a fun character to write, that’s for sure. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!


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               The first time he saw her, he remembers being in an open, barren field.

               He was starving; the famine that hit the land was no short of a disaster. He could barely recall when rain last hit the now-dry soil of his homeland. Young boys like him would always be sent to go out and look for any sign of life, or die trying.

               In his mind, he was already dead at the rate he was going.

               The last of his crumbly bread was long gone, and he was already collapsed on the ground, waiting for whatever god to take him away from this wretch of a world. In his next life, he vowed not to be as powerless as he was.

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Fancy a Roll in the Hay? (Pt 7)

So here is the next part! More question and another cliffhanger on this part I am afraid but I promise things will be explained soon enough! xox

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Alternate Ending

You change quickly, pulling on the better fitting, clean clothes happily. Scrunching everything else up into a ball, you open the door to leave. As the door opens however you freeze, hearing raised voices.

“WHAT THE FUCK BARNES?!” You hear Pietro shouting, his accent thickening in anger. You start to walk out of the side room to find out what was happening, but freeze again when your name crops up amidst the raises voices.

“(y/n) isn’t supposed to know yet, she can’t handle it. Keep your voices down!” You hear a voice that was unmistakably Steve’s. When did he get back?

“He fucked her in a barn. A BARN!” Pietro shouts and your cheeks flush involuntarily. This was bound to make things slightly awkward.

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My stony holiday exchange fic! Based on that backsmith outfit saga on AvAc, starring Sam, Nat, T’challa, and Loki :D

Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: None


Steve is not jealous, he’s curious.

It feels like a natural enough reaction to have upon spotting Tony Stark on the Avengers Academy quad, dressed in a pile of leather straps and little else like a…a—

Steve must look as curious as he feels because Tony lifts his chin proudly and exclaims, “I’m a blacksmith!”

And Steve, who by now is past curiosity and well into nosebleed territory at the sight of the outfit to properly think, replies with, “That was my second guess.”

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so I got asked this earlier and this is my ridiculously lengthy response about how the adoribull hate is bullshit and you all need to do some research

putting this under a read more for obvious reasons. please do not read this and tell me im full of shit because I legit have five tabs open with all their banters and interactions in relation to this ok I know what im talking  about

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