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Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: You go to interviews with your Spider-Man: Homecoming cast and they ask about your and Tom’s separate dating lives.

A/N: I had this written for a few weeks or so, I don’t remember. I decided to just post it (I thought I posted it but I guess I didn’t), because I’ve been having writers blocks, sucks. I mean I have the fic Ideas but I just don’t know how to write it! You know? But anyways, I hope you enjoy this even if it sucks :)

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Zendaya and Laura, sat on your right, while Tom and Jacob sat on your left. The interview was going great, until the interviewer asked about your love life.

“So (Y/n) and Tom,” Jimmy says. Fallon, by the way. “We heard you two were dating, I mean, not each other, but we saw some pictures leaked and–” Jimmy says, pulling out the photographs of you and your secret boyfriend that was taken by paparazzi. Who were very annoying I should say. The crowd was ooooh-ing and so were your friends next to you.

You two let out a nervous laugh, a bit flushed.

“O– oh, those? Those aren’t meee,” you said, obviously not very good at lying.

“Yeah– um– you could tell that’s me, my face is showing so well– oh my gosh I look good,” Tom says, causing everyone to laugh.

“These aren’t you (Y/n)?” Jimmy questions, pulling out another set of pictures, “you’re saying this isn’t you?” He shows a photo of you holding hands with your boyfriend and glaring straight at the camera. Everyone laughing again, as you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck.

“Okay, I’ll give you a break, let’s question Tom now,” Jimmy says, smiling widely as he wiggles his eyebrows at Tom. Tom chuckling as his cheeks turn slightly red.

“Who is she? Will you tell us?” Tom chuckles.

“Well, she’s great, she’s amazing, I love her with all my heart,” he says, in that adorable accent of his, melting the crowds’ hearts.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Jimmy says, pressing a hand to his heart, “will you tell us who the mystery girl is?”

“I will, but not now Jimmy,” he laughs.

“From the stars’ of the new movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming. Please welcome, “(Your full name) and Tom Holland!” James Corden introduces.

“So we’ve been keeping updated from your instagrams and,” James says, you two only nodding.

“We saw that you two have a boyfriend and a girlfriend?” he says. You two only silently nodding, making the crowd laugh a little. James looks at you two and the crowd confusedly with his hands in front of him, “so who is it!”

“I can’t say James, not yet not yet,” Tom says, adjusting himself in his seat.

“Why not!”

“They aren’t ready,” you said, “they don’t want to be caught up with all the media attention yet, they said they need some time.”

“Haven’t we given them enough time! You both keep teasing us with cute pictures of their faces not showing! What the heck!” James complains, making you and Tom laugh.

“Maybe the next interview we go on, we’ll reveal them,” Tom says, you hesitantly agreeing.

“So I heard you were ready to reveal your mystery boyfriend,” Ellen says, the crowd screaming, making you laugh.

“Yes, finally,” you said, crossing your leg. It was just you interviewing this time.

“Even I don’t know who it is! (Y/n) put a paper bag on his head when they got here!” The crowd and you burst into laughter, as she shows your mystery boyfriend sitting in the waiting area, a paper bag still on his head.

“Shall we bring him in? You guys have been wanting to meet him,” you giggled. The crowd cheering again.

“Yes! Go get him!” Ellen cheered, a smile not leaving her face, “this is exciting!”

You went into your room to grab your boyfriend, “you ready baby?” He only nods his head, as he grabs your hand and intertwine it with his, you leading him back to the stage.

The crowd immediately gets up and starts cheering as you enter the stage once again, this time with your boyfriend in hand.

“Are you ready?” you yell, the crowd cheered once again, “give me a countdown,” you say to Ellen.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” you pull the paper bag off of his head, revealing none other than, actor, Tom Holland. The crowd ended up with loud cheers and gasps, and just pure on screaming.

“Oh my gosh!” Ellen yells, jaw dropped as she turns from you two to the crowd. Tom went to her to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Ellen, nice to finally see you again.”

“You too– wow– I can’t believe it! Everyone assumed you two were dating other people when it turned out, you two were actually posting pictures with each other! How did no one expect this!”

You and Tom laugh, “I know,” you said, “some [insert Tom and your shipname here] shippers were mad that we aren’t together and dating other people and it just makes me laugh and I really wanted to tell everyone! AH!”

“Yes, we’ve been wanting to tell everyone, it was just our family, and the cast of Homecoming that knew,” Tom says, his arms around your waist.

“I just can’t believe it, wow.”


*Requested* Klaus X (wife for 200+ years) reader, where he comes back from being trapped and sees how close you are to Hope (your step daughter) and Hayley.

Characters: Klaus x Wife!Reader, Hope, Kol,  Hayley (cameos),

Story Title: “Apple Pie Life

Warnings: fluffiest fluff, tiny season 4 spoilers 

Word count: 1400

A/N: This one got quite long. I guess the break did work wonders this time. As always, Feedback is what keeps the writing engines running ;)

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The early morning light shines through the half-closed curtains, the illuminated dust dancing in circles.

Half asleep, Klaus reaches over to pull you close, finally feel your familiar curve of your body but his fingers only caress over the empty bed. Panic rushes through him as he stirs fully awake. His undead heart starts beating rapidly as his vampire hearing breaks through walls to determine if this is yet another dream he had countless of times.

He would wake up in his bed; the familiar surroundings soothing his soul like nothing else. He would reach over and find an empty bedside with sheets that look untouched for several years. He would search the entire house, only accompanied by the rapidly growing ivy.

Then he would wake up with loneliness in his heart. His hands and feet cuffed to the cold stone wall.

But not today. No, he´s finally back where he belongs.

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Welcome to littles’ mental health, I’m Vixie. On my main blog I’ve been making posts pertaining to littles/age regressors with mental illnesses, and I’ve been getting a lot of requests for more helpful posts. I got an ask saying I should make a helpful blog, and I get a lot of advice asks so I decided this would be a good idea!!

This is going to be a POSITIVE blog. A helpful blog. A safe place. No negativity will be tolerated. I plan on making posts from a first person point of view of being an age regressor with mental health issues, taking submissions from other people’s point of view, answering advice asks, posting positive edits, and possibly more!!

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Notes *Tony Stark x Reader*


Warnings: A little angst, Tony Stark, and You’ve got mail spoilers

Requested by anon;

‘can i request a story where the reader has to figure out which one of the Avengers left her a secret admirer letter?(you can pick the admirer being bucky, steve or tony if you want)

Authors note:

Hi there! This one was a lot of fun to write. The original request asked for either Tony, Steve, or Bucky- if any of you are interested in reading the same prompt for Steve or Bucky please don’t be shy and send in a request! (I already have rough draughts saved of each)
Lucy :) x

Written by @toastburninglucy

‘Your smile could warm the coolest of hearts’

‘I love the freckles on your nose that come out in summer’

‘When your voice comes through the comms even in my darkest moments I know everything will be okay’

‘The smell of your god awful coffee in the morning is the best thing to wake up to’

‘You make life a little easier’

The notes went on and on; some longer than others but each one about you. You had no idea who had sent them, all you knew was that throughout your day they would appear in random places; your coffee mug, your go go-bag, inside the book you’re reading, on the pillow next to you after you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. Once you had even found one inside a box of cereal. It had been going on for six months now and you were still no closer to finding out who was sending them; they spilled out of the boxes you put them in, pouring into your room like an ocean.

“FRIDAY, any luck on Friday’s surveillance from the kitchen?” You ask, analysing samples of the teams handwriting
“Surveillance from that time is encrypted,”

You sigh deeply. Somehow the surveillance footage from whenever a note was delivered was encrypted; whoever’s leaving them mustn’t want to be found. “Can you override using my passcode?” You ask, knowing the answer
“Sorry, Y/N, you aren’t authorised.”

You groan a little, turning away from the samples of handwriting; you have analysed them five times already with no luck. What hope do you have of finding out who sends these notes? Maybe they don’t even want you to know. If they are so desperate for you not to find out that they block you out of the surveillance footage before they even drop the note, then maybe its for the best that you don’t find out who they are. 

You pause, a lightbulb going off in your mind. “FRIDAY, can you notify me next time someone blocks me out of the surveillance?”
You wait with baited breath, stomach flipping and heart pounding. Trying not to think of who you want it to be and failing miserably.
“Alright,” She says finally, a hint of resignation in her voice “but I had nothing to do with it,”


3am. Your hair’s a mess and your eyes are bleary, but still you’re running through the compound; chest heaving, heart hammering. You round the final corner and stop dead in your tracks, the gym door in front of you. On the tips of your toes, you look through the glass and see a figure hunched in the corner, opening an equipment drawer.
This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for. Without hesitation, you push the door open and walk in.


When he hears you he freezes, muscles tensing and heart stopping. “Tony?”
Your voice cuts through him, the hesitant whisper making him sick. How on earth did you know he was here? His palms start to sweat; in a moment he knows he will have to turn and face you, look you in the eye and answer your questions. He doesn’t know if he can. 

Many people think Tony is brave, and they’re right; in many ways he is one of the most courageous men to walk the earth, possessing both the brains and the heart to save whoever he can by whatever means necessary. The one thing that Tony Stark is a coward about, is the one thing which matters to him above all else; you.

As you walk closer he stands, eyes wide and a note crumpled into his fist. “Y/N,” He says, a showman’s smile on his face “little late for a workout.”
You say nothing, your mind blank as you walk towards him. You can hear your heart beating, you can feel the blood pumping faster through your veins as you stop less than a pace in front of him, afraid to go any closer. “It’s you.” You whisper, your voice distant.

Tony shuffles awkwardly, his face turning red as he looks anywhere but at you. He can’t style this one out. This is his greatest dream and his worst nightmare; sure, he’d wanted to tell you. But not like this. He feels your eyes burning into him and somehow manages to crumble while every muscle in his body tenses. “I’m sorry I’m not someone better,” He scoffs darkly, something in his eyes flickering “I’m sure you wanted it to be one of the others; one of the perfect ones.”

You stand in shock, wanting to recoil as he turns and looks you in the eye. His gaze is intense, full of fear and anger and everything that he hates about himself. “I know you want to laugh.” He says- no, spits. His words are firing out without thought. White hot panic. “Go ahead; go and laugh with everyone about how I send you pathetic notes like a middle schooler; that I hang around to watch that blush come onto your cheeks as you read them; that I developed a new style of handwriting and encrypted security footage so you wouldn’t be able to figure out it was me because I knew what a disappointment it would be… Well, I’m sorry, Y/N, but we don’t all get the prince charming we deserve.”

His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for some sort of a reply. Sweat glistens on his forehead. You want to cry; in fact, you might already be crying, you can’t be sure. Your eyes sting and your throat swells so much that you’re scared you might not be able to breathe in a moment.

Whatever you say, you know it has to be good. Words have never been your thing and you need the right ones now. In your minds panic borrowed words come to you and they seem so good that you actually use them.

“I wanted it to be you,” You whisper, biting your lip with misty eyes “I wanted it to be you so badly.”

You’ve got mail. You think of Meg Ryan stood in that park, you think of the way she looks at Tom Hanks as he wipes away her tears. Your tears now roll down your cheeks as you almost smile, trying to recall the last time you felt so vulnerable. Tony looks away from you, itching his bottom lip with his thumb looking lost. You think he is going to say something; that he will be your Tom Hanks and wipe away your tears and kiss you. But he just stands there looking away from you like you’re suddenly an inconvenience.

Your chest hollows and your heart turns heavy. You realise with a sickening clarity that you have the wrong end of the stick; that Tony clearly isn’t in love with you. That this is all just some prank, something he does to pass the time. You will never be his Meg Ryan.

You scrape what dignity you have left up off the floor and turn around, your hand on the door when he says “I love it when you quote movies.”

You look at him as he unfolds the crumpled note in his hand and holds it in the air. “That was my note to you, today.” He says with a sort of smile, looking at the ground “Tomorrow’s is about your awful taste in music, and how I would throw out all the stereos to stop you playing if it weren’t for the smile it puts on your face,”

A laugh escapes you. A croaky, unsure, and most definitely still crying laugh which makes you sound like a piglet. “You see,” He says a little louder, stepping a little closer until there’s almost nothing between you “I don’t ever run out of things to write about.”

His eyes are boring into yours. “Because I fall in love with you a little bit more every time I see you,” He whispers, lips brushing against yours “and there’s a thousand more things I want to tell you, but I’m so afraid to write them,”

“Why?” The word feels too short for the electric charge it carries.

“Because I can never be enough for you.”

You press your forehead into his, hoping if you press hard enough you’ll be able to poke around in his brain and let him know what he is to you, and that he is more than enough and he always will be. He uses the edge of his sleeve to dry your tears and smiles “Don’t cry,” He soothes as you bring your lips closer to his “there’s nothing sad about being in love with you.”

And then you kiss him; you kiss him for so long you forget what it’s like to breathe. You cram everything into your kiss and hope that when it’s finished he will realise you’re in love with him too.

(Once again, something written by the lovely @toastburninglucy :) gotta love her, right? Go over and tell her how amazing this was. - Rosalee)

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Upside Down (part 1)

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form.  If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to).  So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open.  This fic ended up being 7,500 words long so I split it up into multiple parts.  Some are long, some are short.  All are good.  I hope. 

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count:1,454

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does.  So that’s where I went with this fic.  You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin.  You butt heads.  Scotty gets hurt.  Feelings get hurt (mostly my own).  Welcome to my trashcan.

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“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame. 

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head. 

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him. 

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room. 

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.  

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery. 

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you. 

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. 

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly. 

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

“He had to take sudden leave for… reasons, and this is his replacement.  Get up here Scotty!” Jim yelled and you continued to look at him incredulously. 

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So you’ve come to my blog, and you’re looking for the scenarios. Good luck with that, considering all the other things I do on here (ex. reblog, chat, post other shit, etc) 

Well have no fear! The master list is here! Below, you will find a whole guide to everything you might be looking for ^^

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Dancing in the Moonlight

Prompt: “Dancing in the Moonlight” by King Harvest

A/N: Totally saw the dancing Spiderman gif while listening to this song and I couldn’t help myself. “Dancing in the Moonlight” by King Harvest

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 399

Short Imagine #121

Title: Dancing in the Moonlight

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 55: Hospitalized

Sam Winchester x Reader

1480 Words

Story Summary: You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day.

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“Dean, he’s gone!” You exclaimed, rushing from your room, pounding on Dean’s door. “Hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Dean yelled. You could hear his footsteps coming closer to the door before it was yanked open and Dean stood there wearing nothing but boxers and a black t-shirt. “What do you mean he’s gone?”

“I mean we were both sound asleep. At least I thought we were. Then I woke up this morning, and his side of the bed was cold. He’s been gone for a while, and he’s not answering his phone!” You shouted at Dean, your fear for Sam making your emotions out of wack.

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You Are Beautiful

Title: You Are Beautiful

Pairing: Jughead Jones x River Vixen!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, Body Hate, Cheryl being a bitch.

Summary: Cheryl makes a rude comment about the reader’s weight, Juggie is there to comfort her.

Request(s): Hi! Could you please write an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s a river vixen and she isn’t the skinniest but she also isn’t plus-sized where Cheryl makes her feel insecure, so jughead reassures her after she keeps insulting herself (she says stuff like “this shows how fat I am” or “I don’t need to eat more I weigh enough as is”) Thanks! 

Can I please get a jughead x reader(they’re dating) with dialogue 32, 38 and 47 where the reader gets insecure after Cheryl insults her weight (she’s not skinny or plus-sized she just is a lil chubby) and it bothers her so she tries to diet and stuff. Jughead confronts her about what’s wrong then comforts her. 

32. “You look awful!” 
38. “Please, don’t leave.” 
47. “Everything has been such a mess lately.”

A/N; As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!

Tag List; @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879

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Written for my 1.5k Followers Celebration

Kink no. 92 Demon Powers with Crowley x Reader for @roxy-davenport

Summary: You and Crowley learn that his powers can be used for something else than only smiting everyone left and right.

Word Count: 743

Characters: Crowley

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: SMUT, vaginal fingering

Unbeta’d, so all the mistakes are mine!

A/N: Short, but I hope sweet! I really liked writing this one, I’ve got to admit! Only 2 reader inserts left, my cuties! ;D

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The first sweep of the tendrils of Crowley’s power had your breath hitch in your throat, the sensation pulling your body up from the bed as you arched into it, chasing it with everything you had. You wanted more without having realized it at first. The mischievous smirk on Crowley’s face told you everything you wanted to know, though; it was no accident.

You closed your fingers tighter around the bedsheets, bracing yourself for more. You didn’t have to wait long and when his lips brushed against yours again you felt it one more time, the sensations akin to fingers brushing against your skin, but much more gentle.

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erratic-eclipse  asked:

Stay strong robo. I hope everything works out. *Sending positive energy*

Thank you for the positive energy.. i need healing… :’(

I disputed it right away and tmblr actually took back the nsfw label within a few minutes…But even if they did that, the artwork and any other post I made afterwards still didn’t show up in the tags..that’s why I think my whole blog was banned.

I hope they let my posts show up in the tags again real soon..I was never planning on posting any full nsfw on this blog. There are still many stories I want to share about widowtracer and I hoped any new fans would see it too… :(

Many thanks to my current followers for their support and for kindly sharing that illustration. I really appreciate you doing so and I’m so happy to read your comments on it. :’)

Trying to be hopeful that tmblr staff fixes this soon… /healing self with positive energy

It’s Too Late

Title: It’s Too Late

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: 555

Summary: The boys and the reader are hunting and things go south

Warnings: swearing, character death, this is a sad story!

A/N: This is my fic for Becka’s Birthday Challenge! @beckawinchester HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!! ❤ My prompt is: Quote -  “What am I going to do? I don’t want to lose him!”  / Place - Dark Woods. Hope you guys like it.

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‘Til Death

Characters: The Mute (David) x Reader

A/N: oh MAN i am in love with david.  i am complete trash!!!!! wow okay so anyways, this was a request! 

maybe you could write something for the mute and his love on the day of their wedding (and their wedding night hehe)… like lots of fluff and SMUT PLEASE and love and lots of sweet kisses. and it obviously all takes place after the events of the movie

thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it! 

also!! literally everything having to do with David (including his name) comes from the wonderful and terrific @jonedwardbernthal! thanks for letting me steal your ideas ilysm. also! i’m not sure the vows are prefectly right for the time/place, but they were the ones i liked most…

Summary: David’s wedding day, complete with sappy vows and smut that’s way too fluffy.

Warnings: too much fluff.  it’s overwhelmingly sweet and it’s honestly too much.  unprotected sex…..i dk. 

Words: 3307

Tags (tagging everyone on my Jonny list, because this is a Jon character!): @jonedwardbernthal @sistasarah-sallysaidso @daybreak96 @doct0rstrange @anotherotter @samwinjarpad @hecates-garden @vintagevalentinexx @ravengirl94 @blessedbebucky

The wedding itself was nothing special.  Father Bennett came down from the village church to David’s small cottage as a witness for God, and Diarmuid stood nearby, nearly unable to contain his joy at the union.  David also had insisted on not seeing you until the moment of the ceremony, even though you’d rolled your eyes and told him you wouldn’t be wearing a new dress, or anything else particularly special.  He’d grunted and said he didn’t care.

So you’d obliged him, waiting in his bedroom until Father Bennett had called you out.  As soon as your eyes made contact with your husband-to-be, he’d burst into soft tears.  It was true, you weren’t wearing a new dress, or any kind of fashionable veil that women had come to see as popular, but you had managed to collect a few wildflowers from just outside his cottage and weave them into a small crown that now rested in your loose hair.

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Before the World Stops Turning: Pt.6

Hello my lovelies! I’m getting super excited for you all to see where this story is going, so despite scrapping the majority of this chapter that I had originally written, I typed as fast as my fingers would allow because I promised I’d have a new chapter for you all today and I wanted to stay true to my word.

This chapter did end up being longer than the prior two, but after this complete rewriting, it is only about 1/3 the length it was originally. I can’t say for certain just yet, but I have a feeling that Part 7 is going to be the really long chapter…but we’ll just have to wait and see. :)

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Everything I’ve written can be found right here!

I hope you enjoy this chapter! (As always, additional notes and random commentary I have will be at the end beneath the tags)

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Manhunt - Chapter 7


Word count: 2′877

A/N: Welp, that was a long unexpected writing pause I had. But just to let y'all know, Manhunt is not over! I guess I really fucked with some of your emotions which I’m not surprised when I look at that awful cliffhanger and at the responses I got.

Anyways! I hope you all like the new chapter and as always critic and feedback is well appreciated!

Tagging: @humorcomchantilly, @celebranehelyanwe, @ladystar0710, @annamreed, @thefivebaddestbidders (if you don’t want to get tagged anymore just tell me ^^)


Chapter 7 :

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N)! Wake up and put that fucking gun down, right now!”

I snap my eyes open and everything seems to be in slow motion. I immediately notice that I’m not lying on the comfortable couch in Baba’s arms anymore. I’m standing in front of a king-sized bed with satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a really pissed off and angry Eisuke sitting in the middle of it. I was about to snap back at Eisuke when I realized that I’m pointing a weapon directly at him.

In an instant, I have put the gun down so it’s dangling in my left hand and clicked the safety in. My right hand flies up to my face to rub the sleep out of my eyes and also clear my vision a little.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, sneaking into my room at 5.30 in the fucking morning and pointing that thing at me? God, I know we had a nasty fight yesterday, which by the way I still think you owe me an apology for almost dislocating my shoulder, but you don’t have to murder me in not only mine but also your sleep!”

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hello from a new mod!

Hello! My name is Sara and I am a new moderator of gays-on-ice! Here’s a little about me!

I’m 17 years old

I live in New York, USA

I’ve been a part of the YOI fandom since the very beginning and I’m so glad to be able to be a part of this blog and share YOI related content with so many of you!

I have a small personal blog, which has a lot of yoi the further back you go but recently it’s been leaning toward other interest and humor! Yoi is still in the mix of it all! You can send me a chat on that blog if you ever need to get a hold of me right away! You can follow it if you like it too! @yuris–angel

I’ll accept any asks you guys have pertaining to this blog in general/yuri on ice on here! I’ll tag all post I make with the tag ‘mod s’. If there is ever an issue with any of those post please let me know right away by sending an ask or chat! I’ll be sure to look over everything as soon as possible!

All in all, I’m here to help out the owners of this blog while they are busy! I hope that you don’t mind and that everything goes well from here on!

Part 2

Summary:  Yorktown attacked. Enterprise Destroyed. Estimated 1000 Dead. The headlines roll in as JAG requests your aid in the wake of Krall’s attack on Yorktown. You know that Pavel Chekov was on the destroyed ship, but you’re not sure what you’re more afraid of: his potential death or having to see him again after all this time.

Word Count:  1,091

Author’s Note:  For context, the italicized text is meant to be Russian and our main character speaks Russian.  It’s been an age since I’ve posted for this story, please forgive me! I hope you like this installment. Feedback is welcome. If you would like to be added to the tag list for this story only, please let me know.

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You looked up as the door slid open to reveal Amy’s face. You paused the message you were listening to and stood.

“Did you find anything?”

“No,” Amy shook her head. “I tried, but Starfleet really does have everything that reaches past New Vulcan locked down.”

“Shit,” you reached up and scratched at your forehead.

“But, I’m hearing rumours that they’re collecting people right now to take out there.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back down.

“They’re taking people to Yorktown?”

“Yeah. Professionals, mostly engineers and doctors.”

An urgent message appeared on your computer screen from a restricted caller.

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anonymous asked:

FIC rec???

I have a few!!

Pretty much anything and EVERYTHING by @stenbrough, @steven-hairrington, @ghost-grantaire, and @elevenknope!!

but if you’re looking for super-cute byeler stuff, I’ve written some! You can find it in my writing tag, which is here@gaywillbyers has super-cute and beautiful headcanons, and @trashmouthrichie wrote an adorable fic called Gloves (which can be found right here) !!