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Soulmates Part. 1

I know! I know! @inukag-week already ended but it’s because of @keichanz that I ended up with too many feelings to leave this alone!

So this ended up happening. It was supposed to be a oneshot but it was getting too long XD

This is for you @inukag-4ever because you are awesome and I love you! Happy belated birthday!!

Summary:  Every person has a Soulmate, with whom they share an unique bond, they can feel each other’s feelings and the closer they are to each other the stronger it gets. Inuyasha and Kagome share a strong bond imposible to ignore. Inuyasha is looking for his Soulmate. Kagome is doing everything she can to avoid finding hers.

In and Ao3 too :D

Kagome looked at her best friends being lovey-dovey on her couch as she tried to remember why she had to invite them over.  She sighed. Right, they had invited themselves over.

Narrowing her eyes she tried to recall the reason why she was supposed to withstand their not-so-secret looks and caresses. She understood the reason why they were like that. They were Soulmates. Yep, capital S and everything, the real deal. And they had been apart for almost a year when Miroku went to the US in a exchange student program and he had just come back a week ago.

“I’d appreciate if you could stop pretending I can’t see where your hands are NOT…” Kagome said before sipping from her cold tea.

Sango smiled a little embarrassed as she separated herself from her boyfriend to occupy the second seat in the couch, that until that moment had remained untouched by the couple. Miroku on his part smiled quite smugly before raising his hand in an apologetic manner.

“I’m sorry we made you uncomfortable, Kagome. We still lose track of what’s around…” he turned to brush a lock from Sango’s face and tuck it behind her ear. “We haven’t get used to the pull being this strong…”

Kagome rolled her eyes. If she didn’t say something soon they were going to get lost in each other again.

Clearing her throat, she said excessively sweet, “So you wanted me to help you to do what exactly?”

Miroku looked at Kagome again. He didn’t stop touching Sango, his hand moved from her face to one of her hands as he focused his attention on Kagome. “I need your help finding a good place for a friend of mine.”

The woman in front of him nodded interested, her demeanor changing from annoyed to business-like. Miroku smiled. She wasn’t one of the best realtors in the city just because of her looks. She was a very intelligent woman and charming too… when she wanted at least.

Kagome took the note pad that was on the stand beside her chair and started to take notes. “Very well, what kind of house is he looking for?”

Miroku shrugged “He has no money problems, so you can show him all the great places you said I had no business even looking at… And he has a dog so you need to take that in consideration… let me think what else.”

Kagome wrote on her notepad before looking at him with narrowed eyes and an arched brow “I told you that because you said you wanted the cheapest you could get but you wanted mirrors on the ceiling, a pool and jacuzzi… all of those things in an apartment.” Kagome deadpanned at her shamelessly grinning friend.  

“Sorry. Champagne tastes on a beer budget…” Miroku shrugged again as the two women smiled and shook their heads.

“So, do you have any more information about what he wants?”

Miroku shook his head as he searched for something inside his pocket and gave it to her.

“This is his contact…”

Kagome reached for the piece of paper and read it out loud. “Inuyasha Takahashi. E-mail: and his phone number. The guy lives by his name, huh.”

Miroku chuckled “You have no idea…”

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part seven of my never ending attempt to bring krypto on the show

anonymous said: For Krypto! Headcannons, does Clark ever get his act together and visit with Kara/Krypto/Lena?

i am going to pretend i have thought of this before

  • it’s a few months later into it, a few months of getting the routine down, a few months of waking up to krypto’s nose poking into her cheek and teeth nibbling at her clothes when clark comes down for a visit
  • and oh, kara knows there’s issues-issues, it’s easier to call it that, something little, something manageable than what she actually thinks which is more along the lines of why did you leave me, why did you leave him- but she still gets excited at the thought of him visiting
    • alex and lena share a look. they do not tell her what this look means.
      • trust her, she asks. they remain silent on the issue

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Fly me to the Moon

[Previously…] [Next!]
A/N: Drunk!Usnavi is my spirit animal.
Summary: Usnavi is shitting bricks that Johan is coming over to meet his family&friends. ft. hints of Benina Sonny+Pete, and the gossip girls
WordCount: 3991
Taggies: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships

Day of Sonny’s graduation party, a feat that everyone in the barrio wanted to partake in, Usnavi was in the kitchen. Sonny’s nose led him there, following the wafting aroma of sugary, cinnamon and vanilla. “Mm something smells good~ Que cocinas?” He made a beeline to the covered pot only to be met with the hot, swiftness of a wooden spoon slapping the back of his knuckles. “DAMN! That hurt!” He hissed, taking back his hand. He kissed the back of his knuckles, watching Usnavi move in front of the pot like a guard dog.

“Its arroz con leche” Usnavi smirked, watching Sonny’s eyes gleam with delight. “Abuela Claudia’s old recipe.”

“No way, Abuela gave you her famous recipe for her rice pudding?” Everyone in the barrio knew that Abuela Claudia (god rest her soul) had the best rice pudding recipe in all of Manhattan. She could have made thousands maybe millions if she patented it. But like most good things they were only meant to be shared with loved ones.

“Nah” Usnavi shook his head then tapped the side of his temple. “I use to stand around and watch her cook back when she babysat me. I got it all memorized.” Those were simpler days. Now everything was different, abuela had passed on,  Sonny was looking at a four year school. Nina and Benny were newlyweds and new parents, Vanessa was living her life, and Pete even seemed to move out of the streets. And yet, Usnavi was still here. The money had been put into savings for both of them, Usnavi had some plans what to do with his money but as always he had trouble really making moves.

Meanwhile Sonny…was itching to finally touch his share of money. “So…I was wondering, since I’ve been making strides to a better future. I’m a lot more responsible and shit…you think I could get a few hundred?” He smiled a bit, Usnavi’s silence unnerved him a little. “Look you, said you’d hand over my share when you felt like I was ready to handle that cash. And I am.”

“No me diga…” Usnavi rolled his eyes keeping his eye on the pot. “And what do you plan to do with a couple hundred?”

“I’m bein’ serious!” Sonny’s voice took a desperate whine like tone. He was losing this battle before he could state his case. “I…wanna go out West.” Sonny’s pleads only elicited a hard, sarcastic laugh from Usnavi.

“He hasn’t even left yet and you’re planning on dropping money on him?” Usnavi placed the spoon down and turned to his younger cousin who was giving him all the stank eyes. “Pete isn’t a future, I want you to invest smart. Abuela Claudia put me in charge of her money, to be smart.”

“All you’ve done is let it sit in the bank, collecting dust.” Sonny narrowed his eyes. He jutted his chin out a little taking a harder stand against Usnavi’s tight hold on their small fortune.

“Its collecting interest, Sonny, you’re not touching that money. That’s your future.” As his older cousin, Usnavi was more than prepared to put Sonny down and remind him who was in charge. After all, Usnavi was Sonny’s only constant adult and role model. 

I love him.” Sonny answered boldly. Usnavi’s parental facade fell apart instantly.

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Cursed Child 04/05/17 Part One review:

Disclaimer: this recap will involve a lot of gushing about James Le Lacheur. Second disclaimer: even though I tried to make some notes in the interval, there are so many things about this performance that stood out which I want to remember and write about but I know I won’t remember everything because there was just too much.

So, this week we have James Le Lacheur’s last hurrah as Scorpius (which is very sad but let’s not dwell on that but rather her sheer brilliance). I’m going to go ahead and say it - she’s my favourite Scorpius. Now, she and Anthony are both equally brilliant. They are superb actors. It so happens Anthony got the Olivier (and deservedly, too) but I firmly believe that if James had the role full-time, she’d have got the gong. She is superb. When she is on stage I find it difficult to take my eyes off her: her emotions and reactions (she seems much more overtly reactive) are captivating and she has a command and a presence that is really incredible given that she has so little time, relatively-speaking, over the course of the year to develop and mould the role within the show. She doesn’t try to be Anthony and I love that although Scorpius still shares some of the same quirks, such as fiddling with his clothes. I also find that James plays the comedy differently. Her Scorpius gets laughs where Anthony’s does’t, and vice-versa.

Anyway, here we go:

I love watching Harry and Ginny on the platform. I know I’ve mentioned this before but them standing there with their arms around each other gives me all the feels, especially as they get put to the test a lot in the story.

Cases/Trunks: I was in Row A for this show so I was able to see details I don’t normally see. I noticed that Rose has a big, shiny new case with “RGW” on it in huge bold letters. In comparison, Albus’s case looks small, old and battered and has “POTTER” stamped on it in peeling letters. It looks like it could be Harry’s old trunk. This is gloriously metaphorical. Lots of people have talked about how the suitcases carried around in the show are also used as gravestones in the final scene, each with the initials of a dead loved-one, and how the kids are literally carrying around the emotional baggage of their parents.  It’s basically the same here, whether Albus’s case used to be Harry’s or James’s, he’s carrying with him to his first year at Hogwarts someone else’s history and identity that he doesn’t want, and which he feels he can’t match with his own. In contrast, Rose is already brimming with confidence, and carries no one but her own person.

I was so happy to have Tom Milligan back. I love him, he’s perfect for James Sirius. His James is the best and I missed him two weeks ago and I’m going to miss him lots when he goes. When James makes the thestral joke, Ron hands him on the shoulder and grins, as if to say “Good one.” When Albus begins to express worries about Slytherin, Ron and James laugh. Ginny and Harry both swung their heads around at them. Ginny definitely had a glare on, but I couldn’t see Harry’s look though I suspect it probably wouldn’t be as stern. I think Harry has a secret soft spot for James Sirius’s jokester nature. When Harry tells him off for teasing Albus on the Platform at the stat of second year, it’s very half-hearted and he fails to hide a bit of a grin. James then playfully slapped Harry in the stomach with his “See you at Christmas, Dad” and the way he said it - I could tell he felt he wasn’t really being told off and Harry just grinned at him, he couldn’t help it. I imagine that James and Harry have a very easy relationship. James takes after his namesakes and has a lot of Weasley (notably Ron and the twins) in him too. I think Harry is really fond of his light-heated nature and secretly a little proud of the level of prankster that James is. He also loves that James carries the quidditch talent and I imagine that when James first got onto the team, Harry would try to make as many matches as he could. Harry, as he says, understands James because he’s seen so much of who James is before. He has seen James in Ron, he saw him in Sirius, he saw him in Fred. Albus, is of course, far more like Harry than James and in consequence Harry can’t understand Albus, because it would be like trying to analyse himself. Of course, the ease with which Harry and James rub together only aggravates Albus’s insecurities. I also think that Harry doesn’t entirely take James’s teasing seriously.  I think, when it’s about Slytherin, for example, something Albus is really insecure about, the teasing hurts him much more than Harry or James realise.

That being said, James allows himself to tease Albus but he doesn’t allow anyone else to do so. When Albus got sorted into Slytherin and Yann said “Maybe his hair isn’t that similar…” James hit Yann and gave him a very brief glare that plainly said “Shut up about my brother” and Yann (played by Josh Wyatt) retreated. I think James would have hexed an Albus bully so fast they’d never have seen it coming but the fact that James and Albus are in different houses and different years means that James isn’t in a position to protect Albus all the time. It would also possibly make the teasing worse - Albus would be teased even further for having to rely on older brother for his defence.

Speaking of different years, I can confirm that the school robe designs do vary among the different year groups (you can see this best during the First Task in the Twiwizard Tournament).

Within the first two years of school, James Le Lacheur talks in a higher pitch than he does in the rest of the play to emphasise that Scorpius is younger in these scenes. In third and fourth year her voice drops. I love that she added this detail. Also, she is so delightfully awkward and bumbling in the scene on the train (and in general) when Scorpius first meets Albus. So endearing.

On the platform for third year when Albus and Harry are at odds, a passer-by who was watching (played by Nuno) actually laughs out loud them, in a nasty way. Harry turns around and looks at the man. He was facing away from my direction to look at him, so I didn’t see the look he gave but I imagine that if looks could kill… I really liked this detail. One of the things overlooked in discussion of this part of the story, though not understated in the script, is that gossip dogs Albus as soon as he is sorted into Slytherin. Amos Diggory had “read about” Albus, the “Potter, who is in Slytherin”. Dumbledore hears gossip at the school and at the Ministry. I imagine Rita Skeeter had a field day when she first heard about Albus being sorted into Slytherin. Harry is used to gossip and rumours and I imagine he has a much thicker skin for it by now, but Albus is just a child, the child of the most famous wizard in the world, and not only does he have rumours within school, but outside of it. Every person he meets knows his name, not because they know him personally, but because they’ve read malicious rumours about him and it all comes down to the fact that he, in the eyes of others, doesn’t match his Dad, So Albus internally rationalises this into being all Harry’s fault. It’s hard enough to have a difficult relationship with your parent, but dealing with it in the public eye, with everyone guessing at things and spreading the guesses, must be absolutely awful and it’s bound to affect that status-quo of said relationship. It just makes it all ten times worse.

During the first EGM, I was able to see into the wings of the stage because my seat was at the far right of the aisle. Someone (Anabel, I think) was waiting just out of sight for the St. Oswald’s scene that followed, and her walking frame suddenly started to shoot toward stage far too early. She darted out to grab it before the EGM got interrupted by a walking frame. It didn’t get as far as on-stage so you wouldn’t have seen it unless you could see into the wings. General audience probably wasn’t aware but it was funny.

Ron and Ginny are both in the EGM and when Hermione mentions Harry’s scar, Ron approaches Ginny in the crowd and talks to her. It looked like a “Why didn’t you tell me?” type-thing.

Tom Milligan plays the carer who loses his trousers in the St. Oswald’s scene. He’s also one of the people who pushes the walk against Albus and Scorpius. This isn’t visible to general audience, but he’s still in his boxers when he’s pushing the wall.

I mentioned this two weeks ago but when Draco roars at Ginny after Albus and Scorpius go missing, Harry’s hand whips to his wand and he’s ready to curse the absolute shit out of Draco. The look on his face is murderous. I’d shit bricks if Harry looked at me like that. Of course, Ginny handles it herself because she’s awesome but Harry’s hand doesn’t leave his wand until Draco leaves. Now I’ve noticed this detail (only took me year - oops), I’m absolutely obsessed with it. All the Hinny feels, you guys. <3

More on Harry: Jamie’s waistcoat thing is quite well-known by now (and it should be) but another habit he has is taking his glasses off. He does it when he’s tired, or stressed, or frustrated or emotional. It’s as if he finds it too hard to look through his own eyes, as if it’s too tiring, too strenuous, to see what Harry Potter sees.

When Harry was ordering McGonagall to keep Albus and Scorpius apart, he normally slaps a hand down on the Marauders Map on McGonagall’s desk. It fell off, and he picked it up off the floor and slammed it down again. As a Harry fan, I find this scene really hard to watch because I don’t like his words and actions even if I understand his reasoning behind them. It’s the uglier side of his flaws. But of course, he recognises his mistakes later and makes up for them, because my boy is a heroic human being and that’s perfect example of a flaw and a strength.

When Albus leaves the hospital wing with Harry and meets Scorpius and tells Scorpius that “We’ll be better off without each other, OK?” James L stumbled back at these words, as if Albus had just run him through the gut with a knife. It was a perfect example of how she is so brilliant. She didn’t stay staring at Jamie as Anthony normally does but immediately crumbled to the floor as though in physical pain. Powerful stuff.

Hermione in the first AU: I love how Noma plays her in these scenes, it’s really beautiful. In particular, I love the manner in which she leaves the DADA scene. She walks off stage slowly, bringing the blackboard with her her hand. She’s half-commanding the blackboard but also half-steadying herself with it too. She walks off with such a straight back, her head held high, so dignified despite her personal internal pain. It perfectly exemplifies why Hermione is such a role model - not because she’s clever or becomes Minister for Magic, but because she’s brave and steadfast in her grievances and carries her burdens with grace and dignity, walking into and out of battles with her head held high. Another thing I love in these scenes is that when she and Ron meet on the staircase and he starts talking to her about Albus thinking they were married, she looks away from him and keeps facing away. I get the sense that as she’s hearing this, if she were to look at him, she’d break, because she loves him so much and it causes her such agony that they aren’t together. Having to look at this love of her life, whom she can’t be with, would just be too much for her composure.This scene is the most heartbreaking scene between them: it’s worse than the Dementor scene by far.

The library scene. Oh my, the library scene. It is nothing short of a privilege to see James do this scene. I remember the first time I saw her as Scorpius back in December and this was the stand out scene but this time around I was two rows closer and oh, my God. You could have heard a pin drop in the audience, she just floored everyone. I think I was sitting there with my mouth open, I was transfixed and I had no time to look at Sam, I just couldn’t tear my eyes from James. The way she screams out frustration with Albus, finally at the end of Scorpius’s tether and the way her body moved and twitched and curled, as if someone was performing the Cruciatus curse on her as she spoke about Astoria. The sobbing, the tears and the snot and everything. This was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve seen so far in this play, and that’s saying something. Honestly, I just can’t find words to express how powerful she was. It felt like the Earth had moved.

I love that Albus hands back the time turner when trying to get Scorpius under the cloak, it’s like a peace-offering and a gesture of trust. I love how James, when McGonagall left, sat so rigid and proud, her Malfoy showing, determined to be stoic and dignified after pouring her heart out but then when she admits that “I didn’t much like my life without you either”, the biggest smile split her face, as if Scorpius was for a moment, taken away and just living the pure happiness that Albus brought to his life. Albus then pulled Scorpius into a hug and Scorpius shrieked with shock as Albus did so which was funny and adorable; he’s just so uncomfortable with all this contact. James is a very shrieky Scorpius (which works brilliantly when Jamie plays Scorpius in the Polyjuice scene and gets all overexcited about the books). As I’ve said, James gets laughed where Anthony doesn’t and vice-versa. When Scorpius was talking about actions creating ripples and how they created “really bad ripples” the way she said those three words, so dramatic and dark, made the audience laugh out loud. I wish I could describe it, it was fantastic.

I always make these things too long! That’s all I can remember for now. Part Two in a few hours!

anonymous asked:

How would GOM plus Kagami react to being out with their s/o, only for their s/o to be catcalled and/or having unwanted sexually objectifying phrases called out to them that makes the poor s/o really uncomfortable? I just discovered your blog / am newly obsessed (hello new stalker alert i've read through every single one of your a+ posts.) Go protective gom boyfriends! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Oh hello my lovely stalker <3 Thank you for your kindness and this A++ request ;) 


Aomine - Aomine had left to go quickly check out the athletic shoe store, leaving you by yourself as you waited outside for him. You briefly notice a man eyeing you from afar, suddenly making you feel very uneasy. You wait a few seconds before glancing over again, just to see if he was still looking. He was, and the eye contact was his incentive to approach you. You looked down, wishing you could disappear, although it didn’t help your case.

“Shy girls are so cute,” he says, sitting right next to you. You have no response for this, and continue ignoring him. He continued. “I know you want me baby, how about I take you back to my place?”

You wanted to say no, but you could only mouth the word. The man just laughs. “I bet you’re even more shy and cute when you’re naked”. Aomine, who had just left the store, was able to catch the tail end of the last sentence. It was enough for him. He stood directly in front of the creep.

“What was that?” he said, narrowing his eyes.

At that moment, the man wished he could retract every single word he just said. Aomine loomed over him, his broad figure enough to cast a shadow on the creep. He stuttered a quick “nothing”, but it wasn’t enough for Aomine.

“If you can say it to her, my girlfriend, you can say it to me”. The man hesitates for a second, before bolting up and running away. Aomine thought about running after him, but decided he didn’t want to leave you alone again. He sighed, disgusted by how pathetic he was.

“Keep running!” he shouted after him, grinning as he noticed the man pick up his pace.

Midorima - You and Midorima had just planned for a pleasant walk through the city, which was interrupted by a man who called to you with the classic wolf whistle as he watched you walk by. Midorima ignores him, so you do as well. You continue to walk, but the man snaps his fingers and calls out to you again. You’re about to turn around, but Midorima stops you. He doesn’t want to do this, but he does for you.

“My girlfriend is not a dog, nanodayo. If you want the gift of her presence, you will call to her appropriately”. The man attempts to interject, but Midorima continues, speaking over him, causing him to shut up. “In addition, if you snap at her once more, you may lose the ability to use those fingers”.

With this, he turns away abruptly, placing a hand on your back as he quickly leads you away. He silently prays that the man doesn’t do anything more, and to his relief, it seems as though he is completely speechless.

Kuroko - While on a date at the mall with Kuroko, you spot a couple of older boys from your school, resting against the wall, calling out to almost every girl they see. It’s no different when they spot you. “You’re that hot first year from our school!” one of them calls out. “Instead of hanging with those losers from the basketball team, why don’t you see me at lunch break? We could have a lot of fun in that hour,” another suggests. Kuroko has to accept that there’s nothing he can do directly to those boys. He encourages you to ignore them, squeezing your hand tighter as you two pick up the pace. They continue to call after you, making you feel uncomfortable.

“Tetsuya, I don’t want to go to school tomorrow…” you say.

“It’s okay, ____. I’ll be with you the entire day,” he assures.

“I just don’t want them to start picking on you too, they might even hurt you,”

“Then maybe I’ll get Nigou to guard us too. He can be very scary”. You laugh. “Tetsuya, you know that isn’t true,”

“I’m being serious. You should see how Kagami-kun is around him,” he responds in his usual blunt tone. You laugh harder, and he smiles upon seeing this. He understands he can’t physically protect you like Kagami or Aomine could, but he can make you laugh and cheer you up inside, which was enough for him.

Akashi - You happily clung to Akashi’s arm as he walked with you around the park, trying to find a spot to rest. You find a nice bench underneath a tree, and decide to sit down for a while. A basketball rolls over to your feet, which you pick up to give back to the boy that was approaching you. He was about your age, though much taller than the average teenager. He lets out a low whistle when he sees you, not even trying to hide the fact he was checking you out, despite knowing Akashi was right beside you.

“Aren’t you a sweet little thing?” he says, ignoring Akashi completely. You’re at a loss for words, almost expecting Akashi to say something, but he holds back to observe the situation further. The boy continues, asking a question that’s sure to receive a response. “Why don’t you leave your little runt of a boyfriend here and come play ball with me?”

“I’ll play on her behalf. One on one, first point wins,” Akashi challenges immediately. The boy is taken aback. “I don’t remember inviting you, kid”. Akashi walks past him and heads to the court, saying his next sentence with absolute authority.

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long,”

Akashi throws the ball to the boy now standing in front of him on the court. “Go on, show me what your height can do”. He is visibly agitated at this point, unbelieving that he let himself be taunted into a one on one. He keeps his arrogance anyways. “Winner gets to sleep with your girlfriend then, and there’s no way I’m losing to you,” Akashi remains calm, letting the comment slide for now. Akashi’s excellent defense stops him within seconds. The ball is in Akashi’s possession, and before the boy can realize what’s happening, he is on his hands and knees.

“There. You’re right where I need you,” Akashi says, slowing dribbling the ball at his side. He calls you over. “Come here for a moment, ______,” he sets you directly in front of the boy on his knees.

“You’re in the correct position to apologize to my girlfriend,” he states. Akashi stares down at him. “Go on,” he instructs. The boy is withering on the ground, his refusal to say anything, even an insult, is enough for Akashi to realize he has got his point across. He takes your hand and starts walking away, before remembering the ball in his hands. He winds up the shot and shoots it in with perfection.

Kise - “Hey sexy,” an older man called out in your direction as you passed by. You and Kise both do a double take, and you intend on simply moving on, but Kise stands his ground. “She is attractive isn’t she? I agree with you completely,” he responds, keeping his friendly smile. The man is surprised by his lack of annoyance, so he continues. “I bet she’s good to have around eh? Seems like she knows what she’s doing, if you know what I mean,” he says with a deep laugh. Kise’s eye twitches a bit. “Yes, she is great company,” The man laughs even harder, and decides to continue pressing his luck.

“Yeah there’s a lot I’d like to do to her, especially if she was tied up and-” Kise cuts him off immediately. He laughs a little. “Ok, now you’re really starting to piss me off,” he says, his tone much lower than before. “What’ll I do?”

Kise is most dangerous when his eyes change. When the bright, playful yellow orbs turn into a deeper, mischievously glinting gold, that’s when people know to run. And so he did. Kise breathed a sigh of relief, tugging you close to him for a tight hug. “This is what I get for having a beautiful girlfriend I guess,”

Murasakibara - Murasakibara slipped into the convenience store for a moment to refill on snacks, so you waited outside for his return. Another man exits the store and catches a glimpse of you. He approaches you, even going as far to touch your shoulder as he spoke to you.

“Wow baby, you feel as good as you look”. You were incredibly freaked out over the sheer creepiness of his comment, backing away, calling for Murasakibara on instinct.

“A-Atsushi!” you yell out, not wanting to be alone with this man. He notices and is by your side in seconds. The man looks up at him, stunned. Murasakibara is enraged, and the sight of him clenching his fists invokes fear within the man. “You’re bothering ____-chin,” The man has no dignified response, and quickly turns on his heel to escape. Murasakibara catches his wrist, gripping it tightly. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You see fear deep in the creep’s eyes, and decide that was good enough. You tell Murasakibara to let him go, and he does after seeing your face. His expression softens and he bends down to pick you up.

“Atsushi, what are you doing?”

“Protecting ____-chin” he says, giving you a tight hug.

Kagami - You and Kagami were on your way to the basketball court to play together, only to see it was already occupied by someone else. The man gets a look at you, the string of words that leaves his mouth causes you deep discomfort. You couldn’t believe someone would actually say something so openly objectifying and sexual to a stranger. Kagami was also in shock, but not the speechless kind of shock. He grabs the man by the collar, lifting him high off the ground, cussing him out. You know Kagami isn’t a violent person, so his reaction scares you. You try to get Kagami to put him down, but he doesn’t budge. He’s focused on the guy, his face displaying his sincerest expression. “I have to teach this guy a lesson, to make sure he doesn’t do this to anyone ever again”.

You see the man trembling. “I think you’ve done that already,” Kagami notices too, so he simply throws him down the ground, letting him scamper away. He sighs. “Sorry you had to see me like that, _____. Guys like that just really piss me off”.

MYSME Headcannon: The RFA + Unknown ‘Body Insecurities’

A/N: So I’ve been bouncing this idea around in my head for a couple weeks & I finally decided to sit down & write out some headcannons for it. After all, everyone has some form of body insecurities.

(slight spoilers in 707′s & Unknown’s headcannons.)

Yoosung Kim:

  • If we’re being honest here, this boy actually has quite a few insecurities. He doesn’t like it when people perceive him as a child, understandably b/c he’s a grown-ass man. So Yoosung’s body insecurities revolve around the traits that he feels makes him seem younger.
  • He’s too short.
  • He has a baby face.
  • He’s neither toned nor athletic.
  • His eyes are too big. They make him look like a starry-eyed kid.
  • Part of the reason Yoosung dyed his hair was b/c he thought blond would make him seem older. But in reality, it just made Saeyoung call him goldilocks. (He absolutely hates that nickname.)
  • ~ “But I like your blond hair. And your smooth skin. And how you’re not that much taller than me…”~
  • MC would proceed to go on a 10 min long tangent on the 101 things she loved about Yoosung whenever he would start to voice these negative thoughts out loud. Which admittedly made him blush and also a little smug that she thought he was more attractive than Zen.

Jaehee Kang:

  • Jaehee doesn’t really spend a whole lot of time nitpicking her body. She doesn’t have the time to spend. But if you were to sit down & ask her what her biggest insecurity was she would say it was her breast.
  • Yeah that’s right, her boobs.
  • But even then it’s less of an body insecurity and more of a pet peeve.
  • Jaehee was blessed/cursed w/ an ample bosom. But that meant that she was fairly top-heavy and trying to find work blouses that didn’t show too much cleavage was an absolute nightmare. And don’t even get her started about bra chaffing and boob sweat, especially in the summer… Ugh!
  • She really envies MC sometimes b/c in comparison she’s so flat-chested. She can even get away w/ not wearing a bra under some dresses. If Jaehee tried that she’d probably throw her back out from lack of support, not to mention people would notice.
  • ~ “If they bother you that much, Jaehee, I’ll fully support you if you decide to get a reduction.”~
  • MC really worries about her. She can only imagine how much strain lugging that extra weight around puts on her back. And to even think about running up the stairs…ouch.

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

  • It’s hard to believe than anyone as perfect as him has a body insecurity. Like really? How?
  • Zen is perfect. He’s got that almost symmetrical face, killer cheekbones, toned biceps and abs that Jaehee has been quoted of “wanting to eat ice cream off of”, while MC claims that “they’d make a good cheese grater for nachos…”
  • But everyone has body insecurities, even Zen. (Although it is very hard to believe.)
  • His insecurity was actually a surprise to MC. & it should’ve been considering how he went on & on about never getting pimples. 
  • That was a big fat lie. Everyone gets pimples, handsome musical actors not excluded. But Zen never got pimples on his face. Which meant that he got them other places.
  • As a teen, he had a case of horrible back acne which left numerous scars littered across his shoulder blades. The majority of them are faded now, barely noticeable to the naked eye. Thankfully w/ the help of acne skincare & taking better care of himself the problem cleared up.
  • But that doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t get a few zits now & again.
  • ~ “I can pop them for you, Zen-Oppa.”~
  • Zen is convinced that MC is an angel b/c who in the world would offer to pop someone’s zit. He’s just glad that she chooses to love him, scars & all.

Jumin Han:

  • Jumin’s insecurity is fairly obvious if you know what to look for. Fortunately, most people have no idea what to look for & he seems like such a distant person that most wouldn’t know where to start.
  • Perhaps, his distance is brought on b/c he rarely ever smiles. Even MC was puzzled by it b/c while he smiled at her a lot, Jumin never truly smiled. Like a wide-grin-pearly-teeth kind of smile. & MC found out why after a mishap in the kitchen involving a bag of flour & Elizabeth III. 
  • (An accident where she tripped over the cat & a bag of flour poured out over her head after she landed on the floor.)
  • “MC are you alright?”
  • ~ “Oh I’m fine. I’m just doing my impression of Lucille Ball.”~
  • Jumin & MC had been watching the famous sitcom of I love Lucy that week & they had just seen the episode w/ the flour gag the day before & the comment struck Jumin as hilarious b/c he laughed. & not only did he laugh, but he smiled –a true-face-splitting-grin!
  • MC saw it immediately, the slightly crooked tooth. Jumin quickly realized his mistake & schooled his expression to neutral.
  • ~ “No. Don’t hide from me, Jumin. I love your smile…”~
  • MC leapt up from the floor & threw her flour covered arms around his neck.
  • ~ “You’re so handsome when you smile.”~
  • “MC, you’re getting flour all over the floor…”
  • ~ “Come on, Jumin-Oppa, let me see it again. Please…”~
  • Jumin would be unable to resist smiling at the sight of flour-covered MC giving him the puppy-dog eyes. & then the second he caved MC would beam up at him then pull him forward to plant a quick peck on his mouth. Thus resulting in flour streaks on his face & hair.
  • ~ “There. Now we both need showers.”~

707/Luciel/Saeyoung Choi:

  • As you can imagine Saeyoung has quite a few scars from his work w/ the agency & growing up w/ an abusive drunk of a mom. But one scar in particular stands out among all the rest.
  • It’s a deep, jagged scar that runs along the top of his forehead by his hairline. It stands out vividly in his memory b/c it was the one time his mother had actually done the responsible thing, taking him to the hospital after lobbing an empty beer bottle at his head. There was so much blood at the time, but Saeyoung could only ever remember his brother’s horrified face & him wailing at the top of his lungs.
  • & years later after he left that place, that scar reminded him of his failure as an older brother to protect Saeran from that sight & his inability to take him w/ him when he left. He keeps it covered w/ his bangs so as not to see it when he looks in the mirror.
  • When MC learns of this scar she hugs him tightly & kisses his forehead.
  • ~ “I’m so glad you’re here.”~

Unknown/Saeran Choi:

  • Like Saeyoung, Saeran also carries a lot of physical & emotional scars. But his body insecurity is tied more toward his emotional scars than it is to his physical ones.
  • He hates his tattoo.
  • It’s a reminder of every wrong action, every day he spent in Magenta following the Savior & hating his brother. Not to mention the things he tried to do to MC…
  • Really Saeran just tries not to think about it. & he keeps the ink hidden under long-sleeved shirts & sweaters. But there are times when he’s getting dressed that he just stops & stares at his shoulder for a good couple minutes.
  • It’s MC who suggests going to a tattoo parlor & getting it altered into something new.
  • ~ “That represents the old you, but you’re not him anymore. You’ve changed, Saeran. So let’s get it changed to reflect that.”~

V/Jihyun Kim:

  • Being blind alters your perspective on a lot of things. (Besides the obvious being blind part.)
  • Before he lost his vision, V had been self-conscious of a mole he had on his right butt cheek. But after losing his sight, he came to the realization that appearances were meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
  • That being said, he still gets embarrassed when MC playfully coos over how cute the little beauty mark is.
  • “M-MC, don’t kiss me there…”
  • ~ “Aww…Jihyun-Oppa you’re just too cute!”~
Tyrell x Clegane...

((Hehe, I actually really liked this one!))

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It was no secret in all of Westeros that the Reach was rich, maybe even more so than Casterly Rock. So, of course, it was no secret when your parents threw a big bash for your sixteenth name day. Lords, Ladies, and Knights from all over the reach came to participate in the Tourney, the feasts, and the other festivities that were held on the request of your Grandmother, Olenna Redwyne.

You were the oldest Tyrell daughter and the middle child born to Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. Lords and Heirs of Lords had traveled from all over the Seven Kingdoms to try and win your favor and your hand. It both amused and annoyed you. Just because you were of age didn’t mean you suddenly needed to be married off. You especially didn’t want to be married off to some stuffy Lord who would use you to produce heirs and get money from your parents.

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Do you see it?

Title: Do you see it?

 Author: Jude 

 Parings: Sam Winchester x Reader 

 Warnings: Language, color blindness, and editing 

 Summary: You’re car breaks down in front of a road house in the middle of nowhere. The owners are kind enough to let you use their phone. What happens later in the day comes as a huge shock. 

 P.S. You and Sam are color blind.

 Notes: So guys…I sorta have a thing for this soulmate stuff if you haven’t noticed. Sue me! But i find it extremely adorable! Hope you like this one! If you do feel free to give me any sort of feedback! Also this is for @ellen-reincarnated1967 ’s challenge #agifsworthathousandwords 

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David Bowie “starter meme”

David Bowie “1967″

“And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away”
“Just look through your window, look who sits outside..”
“Who’s that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch.”
“Don’t be afraid it’s only me, hoping for a little romance”
“I shall always watch you until my love runs dry”
“We are not your friends.” 
“We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying”
“We’re here to live our lives.”
“When I live my dream, I’ll take you with me”
“Baby, I’ll slay a dragon for you”
“War made him a soldier”
“Let me introduce you to the gang”
“You won’t feel so good now that you’ve joined the gang”
“Next month we shall find a place where prices aren’t so stiff”

Space Oddity “1969″

“You’ve really made the grade”
“And the stars look very different today”
“I see you see me through your window”
“I got eyes in my backside”
“I care for no one else but you”
“They say your life is going very well”
“I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do”
“I’m helpless for your smile”
“I kissed a lot of people that day”

The man who sold the world “1970″

“And the rumor spread that I was aging fast”
“They send my friends away”
“Some say the view is crazy”
“I’ve borrowed your time and I’m sorry I called”
“I count the corpses on my left, I find I’m not so tidy”
“'Please don’t believe in me, please disagree with me”
“I thought you died alone, a long long time ago”
“We never lost control

Hunky Dory “1971″

″I still don’t know what I was waiting for”
″Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older”
″All the nightmares came today. And it looks as though they're here to stay”
“If you stay you won’t be sorry”
“No I ain’t got the power anymore”
“Things that happened in the past, only happened in your mind”
“His words of truthful vengeance, they could pin us to the floor”

The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars “1972″

“We’ve got five years, that’s all we’ve got”
“It ain’t easy to get to heaven when you’re going down”
“Well all the people have got their problems, that ain’t nothing new”
“So come on, come on  - we’ve really got a good thing going.”
“You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it”
“I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain”

Aladdin Sane “1973″

“He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon”
“The girl on the phone wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf”
“Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise”
“You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques”
“Oh God I’m still alive”
“Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful”
“Well, don’t you worry ‘bout what’s been on my mind”
“Let’s spend the night together”
“This doesn’t happen to me every day”
“He’s so simple minded.”

Pin Ups “1973″

“Hide and seek’s the game you play”
"Oh it makes me want to die”
"There they go, funny how they look so good together”
"Come back baby give me one more chance”
"Let me hold your hand and be your loving man”
"Dizzy in the head, and I’m feeling blue”
“Things you say well maybe they’re true.”
"Monday morning feels so bad”
"There is nothing else that bugs me. More than working for the rich men”
“You’re out there playing your high class games of sorrow”
"Will time make man more wise”
"Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose”
"In my life I’ve never stopped to worry about a thing”
"Where have all the good times gone”
"Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play”

Diamond dogs “1974″

"Hunt you to the ground they will.”
"You’ll catch your death in the fog.”
"And isn’t it me, putting pain in a stranger?”
"I’m in your way, and I’ll steal every moment”
"We’ll pretend we’re walking home 'cause your future’s at stake.”
"I’m having so much fun with the poisonous people. Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up.”
"But we can’t stop trying 'til we break up our minds”
“With you by my side, it should be fine”
"We like dancing and we look divine”
“Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way.”
"People will hold us to blame.”
"Don’t talk of dust and roses”
"Lord, I’d take an overdose if you knew what’s going down”

Young Americans “1975″

"Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”
"Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?”
"Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud.”
"Someone like you should not be allowed, to start any fires.”
"He’s got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart.”
"Nothing’s gonna change my world”
"Once we were lovers, can they understand?”
"I want love so badly, I want you most of all.”
"After today, fortune man will find you.”
“After today, they will find you working.”
“After today, you’ll find the ones you’re after.”

Station to Station “1976″

"Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere”
"Just because I believe don’t mean I don’t think as well.”
"And I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things.”
"I guess there’s always some change in the weather.”
"This time tomorrow I’ll know what to do.”

Low “1977″

“You’re such a wonderful person.”
“I’ll never touch you.”
“I’m in the mood for your love.”
“I’m just a little bit afraid of you.”
“I’ve lived all over the world - I’ve left every place.”
“Sometimes you get so lonely.”
“Sometimes you get nowhere.”

Heroes “1977″

“There’s slaughter in the air”
“Nothing will corrupt us.”
“You’ll never know the real story.”
“I, I will be king… and you, you will be queen.”
“We can beat them, just for one day.”
“We can be heroes, just for one day.”
“'Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact.”
“Though nothing, will keep us together”
“We can be us, just for one day.”
“We’re nothing, and nothing will help us.”
“Maybe we’re lying, then you better not stay.”

Lodger (The White Album) “1979″

“Remember it’s true, dignity is valuable. But our lives are valuable too.”
“We’re learning to live with somebody’s depression. And I don’t want to live with somebody’s depression.”
“'Cause we’ll never say anything nice again, will we?”
“And the wrong words make you listen in this criminal world..”
“Remember it’s true, loyalty is valuable, but our lives are valuable too.”
“It’s time we should be going”

Scary Monsters “1980″

“It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“She could’ve been a killer.”
“I’m happy. Hope you’re happy, too.”
“Well, how come you only want tomorrow.”
“It’s all in vain”
“What are they trying to prove?”
“What would they like to find?”

Let’s Dance “1983″

“There’s no sign of life”
“Never gonna fall for her.”
“I could pretend that nothing really meant too much.”
“If you say run, I’ll run with you. If you say hide, we’ll hide.”
“You’re exactly who I want to be with.”
“And who can bear to be forgotten.”
“These are the prisons, these are the crimes.”
“You never told me of your other faces..”
“And now I know about your special kisses.”
“She’ll show you where to shoot your gun.”
“You’ve got a very heavy reputation. But no one knows about your low-life.”
“It’s just the fear of losing you.”
“Just be still with me.”
“It’s a brand new day.”
“So when you gonna phone me?”
“I could take you to heaven.”
“But I’ll take you to New York.”
“It’s the place that I know well.”

Tonight “1984″

“Torture comes and torture goes.”
“They’re making sorta crazy sounds.”
“I went this morning to the cemetry.”
“If you should ever leave me, my life would still go on believe me.”
“The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me.”
“God only knows what I’d be without you…”
“Everything will be alright tonight.”
“You can’t help him…”
“Everybody always wants to run with you.”
“Remember they always let you down when you need 'em.”
“It’s such a waste of time”
“I keep forgetting you don’t love me no more.”
“One wrong word and you’re out of sync…”
“They weren’t bad, they weren’t brave.”

Never Let Me Down “1987″

“Stealing for that one good rush.”
“You were a talented child.”
“Seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me.”
“Don’t you know we’re back on trial again today?”
“I could be your great misfortune-”
“But you’ll never find a, bet you’ll never find a better man”
“There’s nothing you can do to her.”
“Nothing looked good on you…”
“There’s too much talking for a night drive.”
“I’m trying not to lose control. But you’re just pushin’ for a fight.”
“But I’m helpless in love with you.”
“What kind of love is he giving you.”
“Wow this ain’t the right thing to do so let’s go.”

Black Tie White Noise “1993″

“You’ve been around but you’ve changed me”
“Dear when I dance with you we move like the sea.”
“There’ll be some blood no doubt about it.”
“I look into your eyes and I know you won’t kill me.”
“But I wonder why sometimes.”
“I say he should watch his ass.”
“My friend don’t listen to the crowd.”
“Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights.”
“God is on top of it all, that’s all.”
“I love you in the morning sun, I love you in my dreams.”
“I love the sound of making love, the feeling of your skin.”
“What kind of fool are you and I?”
“I’m gonna be so good, just like a good boy should.”
“Did the world just explode?”

The Buddha Of Suburbia “1993″

“Can’t tell the bullshit from the lies.”
“All our friends. Now seem so thin and frail.”
“For we’re strangers when we meet.”
“She is the apple in my eye.”
“And when she’s dreaming, I believe.”
“In mornings she’s so regal that the valley sighs.”
“It’s clear that some things never take.”

Outside “1995″

“Now. Not tomorrow.”
“It’s happening now.”
“If there was only something between us. Other than our clothes.”
“He never knew what hit him.”
“Test, testing, testing”
“So I’m thinking very too bit too fast like a brain hatch.”
“And ah they won’t let me see anybody..”
“And now they just want me to be quiet.”
“And I think something is going to be horrid.”
“And I want to be free. Don’t you want to be free.”
“It’s so confusing these days.”
“This chaos is killing me.”
“Don’t be holding back from me.”
“We’re living from hour to hour down here.. and we’ll take it when we can.”
“I fear my days are numbered”
“Stay away from the future. Back away from the light.”
“The darkened shore wouldn’t bother me.”
“I can’t believe I’ve no control.”
“It would be nice to have company. We could have great conversations.”
“I don’t get to speak much to anyone, or that sort of thing.”
“I started with no enemies of my own.”
“You’re a sorry little girl.”
“The pain must feel like snow.”
“Revolution comes in the strangest way.”
“Where have all the flowers gone?”
“He couldn’t wait for 12 o'clock midnight?”
“Oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. 
Let me take you back to when it all began.”
“Funny how secrets travel.”

Earthling “1997″

“Little wonder then, little wonder.”
“Where do we go from here?”
“And illusion I will be for I’ve never been a sinner.”
“Are you OK? You’ve been shot in the head - and I’m holding your brains”
“The stars look so special and the snow looks so old.”
“What have you been doing to yourself?”
“Save the last dance for me.”
“I’m afraid of Americans.”
“I don’t want knowledge, I want certainty.”

Hours… “1999″

“All of my life I’ve tried so hard. Doing my best with what I had. Nothing much happened all the same.”
“Everything’s falling into place.”
“Your coat and hat are gone.”
“I’ve danced with you to long.”
“I should have kept you. I should have tried.”
“I should have been a wiser kind of guy - I miss you.” 
“Where’s the morning in my life?”
“Where’s the sense in staying right?”
“Who said time is on my side?”
“You’re the great mistake I never made.”
“I never lied to you, I hated when you lied.”
“Was she never there? Was she ever?”
“I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die.”
“What’s really happening? What tore us apart?”
“Who to dance with on a sunday night?”
“I’m reaching the very edge you know.”
“You’re still breathing but you don’t know why.”
“We are the dead dreams. We take the blame.”
“Suspicious minds. You didn’t feel us coming. In this lonely crowd, it’s always time.”
“No one heals anymore.”

Heathen “2002″

“Everything has changed.”
“For in truth, it’s the beginning of nothing.”
“I miss your kissin’.”
“Some of us will always stay behind.”
“Here shall we live in this terrible town.”
“I wish I was smarter.”
“What made my life so wonderful?”
“What made me feel so bad?”
“Do you laugh out loud at me?”
“We never talk anymore.”
“Forever I will adore you.”
“They said you moved away.”
“Don’t stay in a sad place. Where they don’t care how you are.”
“I demand a better future.”
“I might just stop wanting you.”
“Have I stared too long?”

Reality “2003″

“All the corners of the buildings. Who but we remember these?”
“Think I better go, better get a room.”
“Well I’m the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy.”
“Of course she never showed…”
“Do I need a friend?”
“Those storms keep pounding through my head and heart.”
“And when it seemed that I would only be lonely… I opened my eyes and I saw you.”
“I look for sense but I get next to nothing.”
“Hey boy welcome to reality.”
“You promised me the ending would be clear.”
“Bring me to the disco king..”

The Next Day “2013″

“First they give you everything that you want. Then they take back everything that you have.”
“You’ve got to learn to hold your tongue.”
“They watch us from behind their shades.”
“And they know just what we do, that we toss and turn at night.”
“They burn you with their radiant smiles.”
“Oh, what have you done?”
“If you can see me I can see you.”
“I’ll burn all your books and the problems they make.”
“I’d rather be dead.”
“Tell me when you’re sad.”
“You will set the world babe. You will set the world on fire.”
“You’ve got the blues my friend.”
“Oblivion shall own you. Death alone shall love you. I hope you feel so lonely.”
“You could die.”
“My father ran the prison.”
“I can only love you. By hating him more.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you, just wanna have some fun.”

Blackstar “2016″

“Something happened on the day he died.”
“'Tis a pity she was a whore.”
“Why too dark to speak the words?”
“You went with that clown.”
“Who the fuck’s gonna mess with me?”
“I’m dying to.”
“I’m trying to.”
“Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you.”
“I know something is very wrong.”
“Seeing more and feeling less.”
“Saying no but meaning yes.”
“Look up here, I’m in heaven.”
“I’ve got scars that can’t be seen.”
“I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen”
“Everybody knows me now.”
“Look up here, man, I’m in danger”
“I’ve got nothing left to lose”
“I’m so high it makes my brain whirl.”
“This way or no way. You know, I’ll be free. Just like that bluebird. 
Now ain’t that just like me.”

Rest in Peace, David Bowie

Dusty Witches - Part 2

Wow, this really took me forever to write. I wasn’t quite happy about the fact that I planned two parts, as I had no idea what to write here, which is why it’s really short. I still hope you like how I ended it and leave me some feedback.
If you have any requests, please send them in. I would love to hear your creative ideas and write them down for you. 

Read Part 1 here

Pairing: Reader x Sam
The Winchesters and reader go on a witch hunt, hoping to find the one who is turning people into animals. Let’s just say, they don’t get to kill her at the first meeting.
Warnings: None
Words: 1′538

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Last Year - Pt. 3 (Sam x Reader, angst, requested drabble)

MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has given me feedback on this fic! I’m so blown away by the response. It’s absolutely incredible, so thank you so much. I really hope this is a satisfying end! I might have to do a bit of an epilogue-type thing if people want, we’ll see how it goes. But thank you again for all the amazing support! Enjoy!! xx

Word Count: 3,350

Warnings: Implied past abuse


You’d tried to work things out. Sam had even quit smoking; officially this time. The two of you had moved into a place that was smaller, but closer to Elena and Nate. You’d gone to the pound to look for a dog to adopt but ended up backing out of it. You’d told Sam that it was because your place was too small, the two of you were too busy, that a dog wouldn’t allow as much freedom in your travelling schedules. The truth was you didn’t want to have one extra thing tying the relationship down.

You broke it off six months later.

And you’d tried, you really had. You’d tried to forgive him, tried to trust him again, but his fingers hadn’t felt as soft as they once did, as if spoiled by the knowledge that they’d touched another. You could tell he knew it, too. The way he would stay up staring at you when he thought you were asleep. You wondered if he was picturing her instead.

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You Are Family

This is the second scenario to kick off Block B week!

Block B Week: So from now until next thursday (13/08/15) I will be answering all Block B scenario and question requests! :)

So if  you wanted any scenarios or questions answered about Block B, this week is the week to do it because I will be prioritizing all Block B requests over anything else.

Please note: I will still take into account any requests sent in concerning other groups during this time, but they will not be answered/written until Block B week is over.

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What If This Storm Ends? (Stalliam sibling fic)

Full chapter one!

Description: Three siblings could not be more different if they tried. But the world they’re about to enter into demands that they stick together.
Ships: Scallison, eventual stydia,eventual Layden

((Based on the post by isaacmccall))


“Did you really follow Dad last night?” Liam leaned up between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.
Stiles huffed out a sigh. “Yes.”
“You took Scott with you right?”
Stiles chose not to answer, instead starting the Jeep and pulling out of the driveway.
Allison grinned at him and looked at Liam. “Of course he did. Does he ever do something without dragging Scott in? Scott just didn’t get caught.”
Liam grinned. “Awesome.”
Stiles sighed. “Can we talk about something else please?”
“Fine. I love other conversation.”
Stiles nodded. “Great. So. How’s Lydia?”
Allison let out a small laugh. “I should have known.”
Liam grinned. “He could have a chance!”
“Thank you.” Stiles motioned at him. “I like this sibling. He’s nice to me.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine.” Allison grinned. “Just because I don’t baby you, baby brother.”
Stiles waved his arms spastically before planting them back on the wheel. “Three minutes! You are three minutes older!”
Liam laughed so hard that he nearly toppled over the entire backseat.
“Shut up, pipsqueak.” Stiles pulled into the parking lot. “And look at that. The tiny Stilinski has to go to middle school!”
“It’s my last year, shut up,” Liam grumbled, opening the door and swinging his legs out.
“First day of your last year.” Stiles winked. “Knock ‘em dead, squeakers.”
“You suck.”
“You love me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Liam shut the door and walked to the building.
Stiles pulled out of the parking lot, chuckling. “Aw, that kid.”
“You adore him.” Allison grinned at him.
“Oh.” Stiles waved his hand noncommittally.
“You would be lost without him,” Allison said.
Stiles threw her a look. “I wouldn’t be lost without anyone.”
“Mmhm,” Allison said, not daring to point out that it had been proven how badly her brother did when faced with losing someone.
Stiles pulled into the school and parked the Jeep. “Really though. How is Lydia?”
“What do you mean?” Allison undid her seatbelt, watching him curiously.
Stiles hesitated. “Jackson. I don’t think he treats her right.”
Allison was quiet for a few minutes before saying “I know…”
Stiles looked at her. “Just… Just look out for her.”
  Allison looked at her brother and was struck again by how much her brother cared for her friend. She could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t the cliche “nerd has a crush on popular girl because of status and beauty”.
Stiles knew Lydia. He’d seen her with Allison, with Liam, with their parents. He knew her and he honestly cared. He cared so much that it scarred Ally sometimes. But at the same time, it made her smile. Because he had such faith in the idea that someday they would be together. And if they didn’t, he just wanted her happy.
“Always,” she told him gently. “You know that.”
Stiles nodded and swung his legs out of the Jeep, landing on the ground easily and grabbing his backpack. “Let’s do this. Sophomore year.”


“Allison. You’re trying to find x. Not Waldo.” Lydia shook her head and moved her chair closer.
Allison gave her an annoyed look. “Wow. I had no idea.”
Stiles snorted and looked at Scott, eyebrows raised. Scott grinned back and then looked at his paper and pulled a face. Finally, he groaned. “What is the point of study hall?”
“To get things done?” Stiles offered.
  Allison snorted out a laugh and covered her mouth before grinning at Scott. “I don’t love it either.”
“Study hall is a gift,” Lydia muttered. “Gives you more free time at home. Besides. It’s not a bad class for conversation.” She threw her friend a wink.
Allison chuckled. “That’s the truth.”


Allison pounded on the door to the vet office, panicked. Scott opened the door and blinked in surprise. “Allison?”
“I- I looked away from the road for just a second.” She tried to control her crying. “The dog just came out of nowhere. It’s in my car.”
Scott snapped to action immediately, following her to the car where the dog growled at them. Allison pulled back on reflex but Scott simply waited. The dog calmed down quickly after looking at Scott.
Allison glanced at him, impressed with his abilities but not surprised. Stiles always said he was a natural at the vet office. Scott slowly lifted the dog and carried it in. Allison shut the car door and hurried after him.
She’d bitten three of her nails to the quick by the time Scott was done fixing up the dog.
“I’m so stupid,” she said with a shake of the head. “I should have paid better attention.”
Scott have her a small smile. “Allison, you’re fine. You were just fine. And you brought her in. That’s great. People don’t do that as much as they should. You saved her.”
“Only after I endangered her.”
Scott lifted his eyebrows at her and threw her a small smile. “Allison Stilinski.” He watched her for a moment then asked “Are you cold?”
Allison hesitated before nodding. Scott offered his sweater and she shook her head. “Scott it’s oka-”
“Allison.” He gave her a soft grin. “I’m not even wearing it.”
She slowly took it and went in the other room and pulled off her wet shirt. As Scott’s sweater came over her head she was hit with how good it smelled. But… She didn’t care about that right? Why would she even notice?
Allison shook her head and went back to Scott. “Thank you.”
Scott smiled, looking so utterly sweet that it made a smile weave itself across her face too. “You’re welcome”
She looked at the dog. It truly was beautiful, warm eyes, a beautiful coat.
“Want to pet her?”
Allison looked at her. “Oh no. I don’t think…”
“Here.” Scott took her hand and guided it to the dog then moved his hand to scratch it behind the ears. “See?” He said as her hand ran over the dog’s coat. “She likes you.”
Allison smiled softly, continuing to stroke her. “She’s sweet.”
“Most dogs are.” Scott smiled. “That’s my favorite part of doing this.”
“Meeting them?”
Allison fell quiet for a moment then looked back at Scott. “Thank you.”
Scott blinked in surprise. “For what?”
“Helping her. Calming me down. Giving me your sweater. And… Never mind.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t worry about it.” She flashed a small smile. She didn’t want to say what she had been thinking. That the way that Scott had stayed with Stiles every night that he was able when their mother died had made all the difference. That even though Stiles put on a strong face she knew he still hurt, like they all did. That seeing Scott’s smiling face made the house brighter, that Liam loved him. That he was really a part of their family.
Scott returned her smile and was so completely genuine with it that Allison could feel something in her shift in the best way possible.

When he's the kingka and you're a nerd (You x EXO Sehun)--ANGSTY VERSION

Can you do a scenario where Sehun is the cold kingka in your school and your boyfriend while you are the shy nerd? Can you make it fluffy please? Thank you!

Okey^^ So this is the angsty version of this scenario! I actually wrote this one first without realizing it needed to be fluffy, so I made some slight changes! You’ll definitely notice the similarities and differences! Sorry for the late update! I’ve been super busy these past few days, but here it is!  And second, this scenario is rated! For situation, some language, and violence >.< You haz been warned!


“Where did you get this, you little bitch?”


“It’s mine. Give it back.”

“I didn’t ask who it belonged to. I asked where you got it from.”

"I found it.”

“You expect me to believe you found this? There are a hundred girls who would want this! Don’t lie to me!”


You wince as your school’s top mean girl, Choi Haera, strikes you across the cheek hard, catching the edge of your eye as well. Her friends Sooji and Eungyeol snicker, watching her shove you around. You wished desperately that there was someone else in the classroom—that for once, you could have a peaceful lunch without having to worry about being the butt of everyone’s jokes.

But that just wasn’t going to happen.

Haera throws the source of her anger at your feet: a little photo of your school’s most popular guy, Sehun. Plenty of girls had photos of Sehun: ones they took while he was around school, or out playing soccer, or even when they came up to him in restaurants and asked to take pictures of him. But yours was a rare copy: Sehun was making a heart shape with his hands while smiling, and little puppy stickers decorated the photo.

Everyone knew that Sehun was the most unfriendly person in the entire school. He barely talked to anyone aside from the guys on the soccer team, and he rejected at least twenty girls every Valentine’s Day. He didn’t even bother to read their cards or accept their gifts—he just threw them away.

"I’ll be back for this.” Haera sneers, throwing the picture at your feet and stepping on it. “And I want all the others that you have of him.”

“No!” You protest, but Sooji silences you by stepping on your fingers. You cry out and pull them back, terrified. “What would our school’s top hot guy want with a girl like you?” She laughs. “You’re nothing but a nerd who can’t even defend yourself.”

Eungyeol rolls her eyes. “I’m hungry. Let’s just leave her.” She looks over her nose at you. “Why would he even bother with someone like her?” The three of them give you one last spiteful look before disappearing down the hall, and you stoop to pick up the contents of your backpack, cradling the precious photo in your palm.

The reason you had was because the cold, unfriendly, ice prince that ruled your school was your boyfriend.

You had met Sehun in a English tutoring class. You had only accepted the position because it would look good on your college applications, and everyone knew you were the best at English. He had opened up after spending hours in the library studying, throwing shrimp crackers across the table at each other, and talking about what you wanted to do with your lives.

No one knew that the ice prince, Oh Sehun, couldn’t live without you.

Even Sehun knew you were a completely different person outside of school. You were a cute girl who liked to laugh a lot, eat cake with your fingers, and wear make-up. You didn’t dare do any of that in school. You wore glasses instead of your contacts, and wore your hair up. The less chance someone recognized you outside of school, the better.

You didn’t dare tell anybody. What would they do to Sehun if they found out he was dating you? Would he get kicked off the soccer team? Would he lose all his friends? Would the teacher dislike him? You couldn’t bear to think of the consequences your relationship might have on him, so you saw him only outside of school. Within the classroom, the two of you were strangers.

"Ouch.” You wince as you try moving your fingers, your knuckles bruising already. The photo that Haera had been upset about was one you had taken on your last date—Sehun had taken you to a puppy café, and you had spent hours there, picking the dog you two would want when you got older. You’d thought it would be okay to tuck the photo in your daily planner, but clearly, you’d thought wrong.

“You’re here.”

A familiar voice comes from the doorway, and you startle a bit. “Oh, it’s you. Hey.” You swallow hard and continue to stuff your things back in your bag. Sehun frowns and crosses the room to you. “Did I scare you?” He asks. You don’t turn around. “If I did, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad.” You mutter. He narrows his eyes at you before jerking you around, gasping when he sees you. “Who hit you?” He demands. “Was it Haera? Again?” You turn away. “Don’t worry about it.” You huff. “I’m fine.”

“It’s not fine.” He murmurs. “Come here.” Even though you resist, he pulls you against his chest. “Someone might see us.” You squeak, tears filling your eyes. He sighs heavily. “I don’t really give a damn, _____-ah.” You let him hold you for a minute, but you cut the moment shorter than he wants. You push him away, and he watches you zip your bag, frustrated.

“Let me say something.” He begs. “Please.” You shake your head. “Absolutely not. I’m fine on my own.”

“How many times are you going to cry because of me?” He says, his voice wobbling. “What kind of boyfriend am I when I know that someone is hurting you and I can’t even protect you?!”

You turn to look at him in disbelief. “Do you know what would happen to you if people knew you were dating me?!” You scream. “It would be over for you Sehun! The soccer team, your friends, you would lose everything! I can’t take that away from you!”

He falls quiet, staring out the window. “What if I said I didn’t want it?”

You sigh. “Don’t say stupid things.” You chuckle. “Class will start soon. I’m going to go to the bathroom. The kids will have a fit if they find us here together.”


Although you try hard to pay attention in literature class, there’s just too much going on. You can feel Sehun giving you side-glances of concern from across the room, tapping his pencil impatiently on the desk From the back of the room, Haera and her minions give you heated glances. When the bell finally rings and the teacher dismisses lass, you don’t know if it’s a relief or not.

“Let’s chat.”

You nearly scream as you feel Haera’s hot breath on your neck. She kicks your chair and grabs your bag. You get up willingly, reluctant to gave Sooji and Eungyeol drag you out by your ponytail. You sigh as they lead you to the stairwell, and your bag is dumped once again.

“Every photo.” Haera demands. “I want every photo you have of Oh Sehun. Don’t take all day.”

You kneel down and flip through your notebook. There weren’t many, but at least there were none of you together. You knew well enough to leave those at home. “Is this it?” She snaps in disbelief. “Where’s the one from earlier?”

You yelp as Sooji grabs you by the hair, yanking you to your feet. “She tried to hide it!” She cackles. “Obviously she needs to be taught a lesson about doing what she’s told.” Haera sneers and slaps you again, and your old bruise stings with pain. She punches you a few times in the stomach for good measure, and you wince as new spots of tenderness start to form.

Haera is angry this time. She’s beating you worse than she ever has before. Usually it was a slap here, a slap there. But this time she’s trying to draw blood, and you can already feel warm trails of it at the corners of your lips.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp as the beating suddenly stops. Sooji and Eungyeol gasp, and you blink in disbelief. Sehun stands behind you, shielding you with himself. Haera, who’s still in a fighting mood, lashes out without realizing who she’s hitting. You gasp as her hand strikes Sehun in the face, leaving a sharp cut on his cheekbone. He scoffs in surprise.

“What…what did you do, Haera?!” Eungyeol screams. “Oppa! Oppa, we’re sorry!”

“So you’re the ones who have been beating up my girlfriend.” He hisses. “Have you lost your mind? Didn’t you think someone would find out?” Haera narrows her eyes. “You’re dating her? But she’s a completely reject.” It’s her turn to scoff. “I’m going to tell everyone.”

Sehun turns up his lip in disgust. “I am. Who would date you, who fights all the time and does this?” He touches his face, and his own fingers come away bloody. “Tell everyone. I don’t care. She’s better for me than you’ll ever be, and I’ll make sure that they know that.” Her eyes widen in fear, and the three of them make a quick escape.

"Sehun.” You say, your voice wobbling. “Why did you do that?” Your knees give out, and you sink to the ground. “Because it was about time.” He says. “I should have done it before.” You look around in a daze, reaching for your wallet. You open it and pull out a band aid, smoothing it across his scratch. He chuckles, gently pulling your hand away.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” He says. “You got hurt because of me, and now you’re trying to take care of me first?” You laugh a little, letting your head wobble against his shoulder. “Will you let me see?” He says, looking at your face. “Are you hurting a lot?” He reaches for your jacket, but you stop him.

“Are you really trying to get in skinship now?” You joke, shuffling your things back in your bag. “Now really isn’t the time.” He laughs. “No, but I guess it wasn’t going to happen anyway. Let’s get you to the nurse, okay?”

Without another word he scoops you up in his arms, pulling you close. He kicks open the door to the stairwell and carries you into the crowded hallway, and the students start buzzing immediately.

Who is she?

Why is the kingka carrying a girl like her?

What happened?

“Sehun-ah!” You notice some of the members of the soccer team poking their head out of the classroom windows, their mouths hanging open. “Who is that?”

"My girlfriend.” He says calmly. “The new queenka.”


Scenario end! Did you guys enjoy it? Haha it’s really the result of me needing to pay more attention OTL I’ll do better in the future  ~Jjangpanda

Maybe Love Isn’t Enough

PTSD/Relapse story for angst week @omeliaweek

Amelia sat on the floor with her one year old daughter. The little girl’s head still looked bald, but it was only because of the light shade of red hair that was growing in. Olivia was the only one of the Shepherd-Hunt kids who inherited her fathers coloring, but from the looks of it so far, she had Amelia’s feisty personality. Three year old Christopher laid on his stomach, next to where his mom was siting with his baby sister, scribbling in a coloring book. He scrunched his freckle filled nose, getting frustrated that he couldn’t stay in the lines, eventually giving up completely and walking over to listen to his older sister read. Lucy sat curled up in a blanket on the couch, carefully reading the words to If You Give A Mouse A Cookie. She scooted over, making room for her brother as he made his three year old neck extra long, that way he could see the pages. Amelia smiled has she handed her baby a small rattle, revealing the one year old’s same dimples as her mothers. In the background of laughter from her youngest, she heard her oldest trying to sound out a word. “Pr-ob-ab-l-y. Prob-ab-”

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You Could Use A Break, Winchester

Title: You Could Use A Break, Winchester
Word Count: 2847
Character: Dean Winchester
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: After the recent break in at the bunker, Dean’s gone on high alert. He’s tense and stressing out and the reader decides it’s time he calmed down and took a break from his worrying.
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Violence (but it isn’t really described in detail so I’m not sure it even counts)
Author’s Note: This was a request from a reader. I’m not very great at smut but Hell, I’ll write it. How else am I supposed to get better at it? LOL
Tagging: @fiftyshadesofmoose @screechingfangirlnerd 

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Stained Glass and other Breakable Objects (1/?)

Summary: Gavin always had a bad habit of pushing people away. Over the years he’s even made a game out of it – How fast can I get this person to give up on me? But when The Pentagon declares him as their new target, his foolproof plan for complete solitude is put at risk.

Pairing: Eventual AH OT6 

Rating: T

A/N: Here it is! The first chapter of my newest fic. I admit that there are some OOC-ness, but I’m hoping I can make up for it. Anyway, let me know what you think. All feedback is welcome.

Chapter One

He hasn’t even reached the end of the block when he hears the footsteps behind him. The initial instinct to run flares up like it always does before he beats it down. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, forcing himself to walk at an even pace. The footsteps grow louder, faster.


“Hi, Gavin!” Barbara’s cheerful voice sounded in his ear.

Gavin sighed quietly, frowning before going back to his neutral expression.

“Hello, Barbara.”

That’s all the invitation she needs before she starts shooting off like a busted fire hydrant. Over the summer Gavin had learned that Barbara didn’t have an off button. The only way to get her to be quiet was to tire her out.

“Can you believe we’re gonna be sophomores this year?! I thought being a freshman was tough. Of course, we didn’t know each other last year. In fact, I didn’t even know you existed. But I’m sure we would’ve been great friends just like now, don’t you?”

An awkward silence settled between them. This is why Gavin tried to get to school before Barbara could catch up to him.

Gavin and his mother had moved to Austin from London during the middle of summer. Their new next door neighbors —the Dunkleman’s— were happy and cheerful and loud. Everything that Gavin found incredibly irritating. But his mother adored Barbara’s parents, so he made an effort to at least be decent to her. Now that he was starting his sophomore year of high school—as the new foreign kid no less—he was beginning to regret that decision.

“So..,” Barbara asked as they crossed the street. “What was your old school like? Did you have a lot of friends?”

“It was pretty boring. I honestly don’t see why Americans want to come over so badly.” Gavin said, kicking a pebble with the toe of his trainer. Or sneaker as they called it here.

“And I only had one friend—my best friend, Dan. He was the only one I could stand in that bloody place.”

Gavin grimaced, slouching his shoulders and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. Thinking about Dan was making him homesick. He was thankful for Barbara’s gift of gab. It meant that he didn’t have to talk half as much as he would normally be expected to.

“Oh. Well, you’ll like it here. Woodrow High; home of the mighty Roosters!”

Gavin snorted, shaking his head. He’d hate to be the poor bastard who got roped into dressing up as a giant rooster. Though with his luck, he’d probably end up as a cheerleader.


Gavin stuck close to Barbara as she led the way to the auditorium. He contemplated holding on to her arm, but decided against it. No reason to start rumors before the student body even had a chance to think of any themselves. Instead he kept his eyes on the bright red ladybug hair clip that kept her blonde ponytail in place.

Woodrow High was actually a big improvement from his old school. Instead of old grey slabs and cracked ceilings, there was vibrant red brick and polished floors. There were even student submitted inspirational posters on every wall. One that really caught Gavin’s attention was a drawing of a black and white rose that was losing some of its petals. The only words on the page were a skillfully drawn Y-O-L-O. Ridiculous, but oddly pleasing.

“Oh! There’s Lindsay and Joel!”

Barbara took off down the isle, leaving Gavin to fast-walk after her. A few students gave him curious glances but thankfully no one stopped to talk to him.

Barbara had seated herself behind a girl with bright red hair, freckles, and a pink hoodie. Next to her sat a boy who looked a little older. He had black hair that went in all directions, and tired eyes.

“Gavin, this is my best friend, Lindsay.” Barbara said with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Gavin mumbled.

“And this is my cousin, Joel. He’s a senior.” Joel glanced up, gave him a nod, then returned to his book.

Gavin actually managed to crack a smile. This was someone he could see himself hanging out with. They’d hardly even notice the other was there.

“Are you reading Game of Thrones?”

Joel looked up again, but this time he seemed to be paying attention.

“Yeah.. Have you read the series?”

“Only the first one,” Gavin admitted, suddenly regretting his rash decision to speak up. “We left before I got a chance to check out any of the others.”

Joel marked his place before setting the book down. He rooted around in his messenger bag before pulling out a large, dog eared paperback.

“Here. You can read my copy if you want.” Joel wasn’t really smiling, but his eyes seemed to spark with life.

“Uhh.. Thanks.” Gavin said, clumsily reaching for the book. His fingers brushed over Joel’s as they both tried to keep it from falling.

Lindsay whispered something to Barbara, and the blonde girl narrowed her eyes before punching her friend in the shoulder.

The auditorium seemed to be filled to capacity, a soft murmur drifting through the mass of students. A loud bang and boisterous laughter caused almost every head to turn in the direction of the doors. Gavin turned around, brow furrowing in confusion.

“It’s them!”

“The Pentagon..”

“I thought they were just a myth!”

“Is it true they stole a limousine?”

“My brothers are gonna be so jealous-”

“They’re so hot!”

Lindsay and Barbara were in the middle of a heated discussion full of head nods and hand gestures, so Gavin turned to Joel.

“Who are they?”

Joel glanced up, and immediately his lips twitched up into an amused grin.

They are the infamous Pentagon. The one with the sleeve is Geoff. The one with the glasses and plaid shirt is Jack. The curly redhead is Michael. The vaguely Mexican one is Ray. And the innocent serial killer is Ryan.”

Gavin watched the group of boys as they took seats in the front row, Michael perching on Geoff’s lap, and Ray settling on Ryan’s. Jack was in the middle of this little set up, and one by one gave each of the boys a chaste kiss.

Gavin’s eyes grew to the size of golf balls. He barely registered Joel’s voice anymore.

“Woodrow High’s first and only polyamorous couple.”

Lindsay giggled when she saw the look of disbelief on Gavin’s face. Barbara frowned and touched his shoulder. If Gavin weren’t in such a state of shock he would have thought to shake her off.

“Don’t worry,” Lindsay say, shrugging. “They aren’t like, in a gang or anything. In fact they’re really nice. Michael lives down the street from me. We’ve been friends since before we could walk.”

“Ryan and Jack are pretty cool. I don’t know much about Ray, though.” Joel said, putting his book away as principal Hullum took the stage.

“It’s Geoff you should worry about,” Barbara whispered. “Last year, Ray an Michael wanted nothing to do with them. But when we went on the annual camping trip, the five of them were inseparable.”

Gavin sunk lower in his seat, unable to pay attention to Principal Hullum’s speech about new opportunities and getting to know your fellow students. All he could think about was The Pentagon and the boy with the colorful tattoos.

It was going to be a long year.


Ray was never one for surprises, not even if he were in on them. They never seemed to go the way you wanted them too. However, he did like unexpected nuggets of awesome circumstances, which were a completely different thing.

Take now for instance. His class schedule was amazing. He had art first period, his favorite class besides lunch. (And yes, according to Jack it was a class) He had study hall right after lunch, which was the perfect time to take a nap. Unfortunately, he only had two classes with Michael, but they got to pick their electives at the end of the week.

As he took his usual seat in the back he allowed himself to people watch. Miss Ward was humming as she wrote on the board. Students mingled at tables and friends tried to decide where to sit. It was a nice day surprisingly. Sunlight streamed in through the stained glass windows and casted rainbow colored shadows across the room.

The bell chimed, loud but not unpleasant, and the students scrambled to get to their seats. Miss Ward smiled as she looked around at all of the bright, young faces. She always did love the first day of school.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful vacation. My name is Miss Ward an-”

The door suddenly opened and a boy with shaggy light brown hair, a rather large nose, and an awkward smile came into the room.

Ray glanced up and he swore that fucking angels started singing. The rainbow shadows reflected off of his face; the green making his eyes sparkle.

“Sorry.. I um, got lost.”

Ray practically feel out of his chair. Why the hell did this gorgeous asshole have a British accent?

Miss Ward smiled kindly. “You must be Gavin Free. Mr. Hullum notified the staff of your attendance this year. Welcome to Woodrow.”

Gavin ducked his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Miss Ward. I was just starting class. You can take a seat in the back.”

Gavin nodded and Ray cursed the gods of unexpected nuggets of awesome circumstances. Where was Michael when he needed him?!

“Okay everyone, for the remainder of class I want you to draw the first thing that comes to mind. As long as it’s school appropriate.”

A few groans and snickers accompanied this.

“You can use paints, crayons, markers, pastels, charcoal. Just be creative. And yes, green is a creative color.”

Ray got up and retrieved a few pieces of charcoal and went over to one of the easels by the windows. He was in his element here. The guys always praised him for his artistic skills, and he admitted that he was pretty good at a few things. But that’s not why he loved art. Here he didn’t have to be the class clown or the comic relief. He didn’t have to impress anybody. He was free to be himself, whoever that really was. He still wasn’t sure.

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the figure sitting down next to him until it spoke.

"So it was your drawing I saw earlier.”

Ray jumped, startled. He glanced to his left and was immediately met with a pair of curious green eyes.

"What?” Ray asked brilliantly.

“It was your picture on the wall. The one of the black and white rose with yolo printed under it.” Gavin nodded at Ray’s canvas, which indeed had the beginnings of a rose.

“Oh. I can’t believe they actually used that..”

Gavin was quiet for a minute, adjusting his canvas this way and that. Ray had no idea what he was doing but the light that bounced off of it caused his face to glow.

“I liked it. It was the first one I stopped to look at.” Gavin glanced over to him and gave him a brief smile before turning back to his own canvas.

The two worked in silence after that, just the sound of material on thick paper and the soft chatter of the other students. Ray felt Gavin’s gaze on him a few times and tried not sigh. He had a feeling something like this might happen, especially with a new kid. The whole school kept buzzing about The Pentagon and how they were out to corrupt the male population.

So much for finding a normal male friend.

“Alright class, times up. Let’s see what you all have.” Miss Ward stood in the center of the room, a happy smile on her face. “I want all of you to get up, and one by one show the rest of the class what you have created.”

There were fifteen students in the class, sixteen if Ray counted himself. He sat behind his easel and waited until it was his turn to ‘showcase his talent’ as Miss Ward liked to say. The first student had sketched a bird sitting on a branch. The next drew a bleeding heart impaled with an arrow.

After that was an angry owl, a pink snake, a white forest on black construction paper. An orange peeling into a blender, a banana split boat, a flaming marshmallow and a ship in a bottle. Someone had molded a tiny teacup out of clay, and another managed to knit a tiny wool cap that looked like it might fit a cat. 
A cartoon sun wearing sun glasses preceded a severed elf head on a candy cane. After that, the kid closest to Ray held up a mobile of origami swans held together by paperclips.

Finally it was Ray’s turn. Most of his canvas was black, except for the edges which were a soft grey. The only white part of the paper was the rose smack dab in the middle.

“Nice use of negative space, Ray.” Miss Ward said, grinning.

All eyes turned to Gavin who was standing next to his easel. He looked super uncomfortable being put on the spot like this.

Miss Ward gave him a reassuring smile. “Show us what you have, Gavin.”

Gavin took a deep breath before turning his easel to face the class.


“That’s so cool!”

“How’d he do that?”


Ray stared with a dumbfounded expression at Gavin’s canvas. At first, it was just a mash of pastels and random patterns. But when you looked closely, it was almost an exact replica of the stained glass windows. Or at least a section of them.

‘How did he do this?’ Ray thought to himself. Then he realized..

Gavin had been constantly shifting his easel and holding his head at an uncomfortable angle. Ray had just assumed he was trying to appear artsy to the class, but now he could see that he was trying to get the perfect angle so that the glass would reflect the way he wanted it to.
Miss Ward seemed to be blown away.

“Gavin.. This is wonderful. With your permission I would like to hang this up in the art showcase outside.”

Gavin smiled a small smile. “Sure, if you’d like to.”

The bell signaled the end of class and the students gathered their things. Ray turned to complement Gavin on his work, but he was already gone. He frowned slightly before shaking his head and walking quickly out of the room. He had math next and rumor had it that Mr. Anderson was a real hard ass.

Ray thought about Gavin and his amazing pastel work. The shade of green he had used matched his eyes perfectly.

He couldn’t wait to tell the others about him.

The three times Dean asks Cas to marry him, and the one time he says yes. [ao3 link]

                                                   At Nine Years Old

The first time Dean asks Cas to marry him, it’s a Thursday.

They’re sitting on a playground swing set after school, kicking their feet to see who can go the highest. Cas thinks this contest is clearly unfair, because Dean’s not weighed down by an ugly trench coat that Mother makes him wear, even though it’s the middle of August and it’s a balmy eighty-five degrees outside. He’s practically sweating through it, and the exertion from kicking his legs doesn’t make it any easier.

“Can’t catch me, Cas!” Dean squeals from next to him as he arcs upward again, this time almost clearing the top of the swing set. “I’m gonna go allllllll the way over!”

“You can’t!” Cas yells back as he fruitlessly tries to pump his legs harder than before. “It’s impossible!”

“Nuh-uh!” Dean objects with a pout. “Benny says that his brother does it all the time!”

Cas grips the chains of the swing tighter when Dean flies upward, this time cresting above the swing set’s top and arching backwards. When he comes back down, the chains rattle and Dean flies by, mouth turned upward as he kicks his legs again to gain momentum.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself,” Cas calls out, toeing the ground to stop his movement. “Just give it up, Dean.”

“Nope!” Dean cries out when he passes by again.

“I bet you can’t even do it,” Cas mutters under his breath, which Dean catches as he flies by. After arcing up and almost making it over, Dean digs his heels into the grass to stop his ascent. Cas looks over at his friend and finds his lips upturned into a crafty smile, which can only mean one thing.

“You wanna bet?” Dean says as he gets up from the swing and walks in front of Cas.

Cas scoffs at Dean and crosses his arms. No, he doesn’t want to bet, because Dean probably will make it all the way around and Cas’ll be stuck doing his homework for a week, or he’ll have to ask Lisa Braeden if she likes Dean, or something else equally as annoying.

And yet, he can’t pass up an opportunity to prove Dean wrong.

“Fine,” Cas says, lips in a pout. “If you can’t get over in three tries, then you lose and owe me your snack packs for the rest of the week.”

Dean saunters backwards and grins widely, arms thrown out in an open gesture. “Fine, Cas. But if I win, then…,” he pauses for a moment, but then his eyes fly open and he begins jumping up and down. “Oh! Oh! If I win, then you’ve gotta marry me!”

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One Last Summer - A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction

Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10:

Luckily, the meet and greets went as planned. Either the Jacks and Sam cleaned up well, or the fans chose to ignore the way they smelled, which was a relief to me either way. I had avoided running into Bart and Jack, since I was already pretty exhausted from the stressful events of the day, and not in the mood to deal with more conflict.

When the show began, I stayed in my usual place backstage, gauging the crowd’s reaction to each of the performances. As my eyes scanned the crowd, I made eye contact with Jack’s dad, who was surrounded by who I assumed to be Jack’s mom and sisters. He waved me over, so I decided to join them.

“Hello Mr. Gilinsky,” I greeted him, holding my hand out for him to shake. He shook my hand firmly, smiling wide “Please, y/n, it’s David.” He turned to Jack’s mom and gestured towards me, “Katherine, this is y/n, the girl Jack’s always talking about.” She held her arms out in an embrace, which I gladly accepted. “Oh honey, of course I know who she is, Jack always sends us snapchats of them together.” I was filled with warmth at the thought of Jack sending his mom pictures of us.“You’re even prettier in person,” she winked, and I simply blushed in response. “These are our daughters, Molly and Laura.” Two gorgeous, older looking  girls took their eyes off the stage and waved to me.

“Is it always this loud?” Katherine asked, plugging her ears and referring to the screaming fans’ reaction to Shawn’s set. Laughing, I replied “Yup, pretty much. Amazing isn’t it? To think that hundreds of girls are here for your boys?” They were practically beaming. “It really is. Speaking of which, when do they perform?” David asked. “They should be on in a few minutes, this is Shawn’s last song.” Sure enough, Shawn finished, and his chair and guitar were moved out of the way while Jack and Jack were handed microphones. “What up Omaha!” Yelled Jack J. The crowd got louder, which I didn’t even think was possible. “Since this is our hometown, we just wanted to give a shoutout to our friends and family that showed up tonight! Thanks for being here before it all started.” Gilinsky said, smiling in our direction.  When he noticed that I was standing with his family, he winked at me and I waved. He looked so happy, and I couldn’t help but feel so proud of him. Yes, he was a huge pain in the ass sometimes, especially today, but that was okay. The way he made my heart beat a million miles a minute with his sweet smile made it all okay.

I watched his family react to their boy’s performance and I could tell they were feeling the same sense of pride I did by the way their eyes were wide and had smiles stretched across their faces. After Jack and Jack were finished, I offered to take his family backstage, where they could greet him as soon as he got off.

While Jack’s mom and sisters were checking out the goodies at the snack table, his dad came over to talk to me. “You know, you handled that really well earlier,” referring to when I had picked up the boys from Leigh’s house. I shrugged my shoulders, “You really think so? I think I may have been a little harsh, I don’t know. I didn’t want to seem like the buzzkill.” I was surprised at how honest I was being. “No, not at all. Jack’s lucky to have someone who cares about him as much as you do. You’re really good for him. And he’s crazy about you.” I bit my lip in response.

“I feel the same way. I mean yes, he drives me up the wall sometimes but I think I need that in my life. I don’t know how to explain it, he just makes me feel so special all the time, and I like how we can debate about things and still be okay at the end of the day. I like how spontaneous he can be sometimes. And I most definitely admire his dedication to his fans. No matter how crazy they seem, he just wants to make them happy, and make music, or make them laugh. I don’t know, I guess what I’m saying is that you and Katherine raised a good guy who balances me out in all the right ways, and oh my gosh I am rambling.” I usually don’t get this flustered around adults. It’s what made me seem so professional. But talking about Jack got me so animated and nervous, especially around his dad, who was bound to tell Jack everything I said later. He put his arm around my shoulder “Oh, y/n. I’m so glad that someone like you thinks so highly of my son, really.” Right then, Jack walked in, his face immediately lighting up at the sight of me with his dad. “There’s my boy,” David greeted Jack with a hug as his sisters and mom joined us. “You were great, sweetie,” Katherine chimed in, earning a kiss on the cheek from Jack. “Eh, I guess you were alright,” “I’ve seen better,” joked Molly and Laura, who simultaneously enveloped Jack into a hug/noogie. He finally got to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and facing his family. “So I see that you’ve all met my wonderful girlfriend here,” he said proudly, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Yes, we have. We were actually going to ask y/n if she could join us for dinner at our house tonight?” Katherine questioned me, with a hopeful look on her face. “Seriously, our mom makes really good spaghetti, it’d be a sin if you declined.” joked Laura. I really wanted to, but I was unsure of how Bart would feel if I’d asked him to take the night off, considering the argument we’d had about Sam and the Jacks earlier today. “I would love to, but of course, I would have to ask Bart, who I’m not sure is too happy with me right now.” I said, casting a glance at Jack, who gave me a guilty look. 

Just then, Bart himself came strolling towards us, with a look on his face I’d never seen before. Was that remorse written on his face? My question was answered about a minute later, when Bart asked me to speak with him in private, to which I hesitantly agreed. I began, “I’m sorry about the whole Jack thing, you were right, it’s my responsibility, and I’m sorry I let you down.” The look on Bart’s face didn’t change. “No, it’s okay y/n. Really, I overreacted and you handled it well.” Was Bart apologizing to me? Well this was new. I decided that now would be as good a time as any to ask him for permission to stay at Jack’s house tonight. “Thank you, now I was actually hoping that, you know, to avoid future conflicts of what happened today to occur again, that maybe it would be a good idea for me to stay at Jack’s house, you know, to keep an eye on him and make sure that him, Jack and Sam get back to the hotel tomorrow on time and such…” Bart saw right through my excuse and smiled, saying “If you wanted to stay over at Jack’s house you could have just asked. Anyways, sure thing. I’ll text you our flight information for tomorrow.“  I smiled in gratitude and went back to Jack and his family, who were all giving me an expectant look. "Everything’s good, I can come over for dinner.” I replied. “And spend the night?” Jack asked, the most adorable puppy dog look on his face. “If it’s okay with your parents, then I don’t see why not…” I trailed off. David immediately interjected “Of course, we’d love to have you stay with us.”

Once we had all managed to fit in the car, we set out on our way back to the Gilinsky house. I sat next to Jack, but we didn’t talk much. I wasn’t quite ready to let him off easy for his little stunt earlier. When we arrived at their house, I offered to help Katherine with dinner. “Oh don’t worry about it, you’re a guest. Jack, why don’t you give y/n a tour of the house?” He took my hand in his and led me up the stairs, pointing out things along the way. His house was just as nice on the inside as it looked n the outside. There were pictures of him and his family everywhere, either framed on the walls, or on end tables in the hallway. I simply had to stop and admire a few photos from when Jack was just a cute little baby. I still didn’t really say anything to him until we got to his room. “And welcome to my humble abode.” He said, throwing the door open. Jack’s room was surprisingly neat for a teenage boy. The bed was made. Granted, he didn’t even sleep in it last night, but still. “You know, y/n, we’re going to have to talk about it sooner or later.” I gave him a look, then sat down at the edge of his bed. “So talk. What am I supposed to say? I waited for a call that was never made. I have no clue where you are the ENTIRE day, and I almost lose my job for it. Oh yeah, and let’s not forget the fact that all this time while I was freaking out about you, you were hungover on the couch of your ex girlfriend’s house for a party that she threw for you!” The look on his face was so sad, I almost felt guilty for yelling at him. He sat next to me on the bed, and took my hand in his, doing that thing where he rubs his thumb soothingly over my palm. “You’re completely right. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, and you don’t deserve half the crap I put you through. It was dumb of me to go to a party like that, knowing full well that we had an event today. I was just excited to be able to see my friends from high school and things got out of hand, I’m sorry." 

I laid back on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. "It’s okay, Jack. I understand. I miss my friends too, actually. But please, for my sake, be more responsible, especially around your ex girlfriend. She gives me an uneasy feeling…” I confessed. He snapped his head to face me. “Who? Leigh? You don’t have to worry about her. I thought we could just be friends, but she’s not content with that, so I won’t be seeing her anymore.” I didn’t ask for any details. I sighed heavily out of relief. “Is that what this is about? Were you really worried about her?” He asked, laying next to me. “Yes, and I have every reason to be. She’s really pretty, she’s older, and you two have history together.” I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and noticed him staring at me intently. “Are you kidding me? You’re the only girl I want. She’s absolutely nothing compared to you. I only have eyes for you, and I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He turned his body to face me, cupping my cheek and pressing his lips to mine, easing all of my worries from today. Before things could go further, I heard the door open. “Hey guys, dinner’s - whoa sorry didn’t mean to interrupt!” Jack quickly pulled away and tossed a pillow at his sister. “Can’t you knock, Molly, geez!” My cheeks turned pink. “Dinner’s ready,” she shrugged, shutting the door. Hand in hand, we headed downstairs, following the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

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