not gonna lie i thought this song was really weird at first

101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List C Edition

Carbokinesis - Control Carbon

  • As someone who happened to buy a lot of coal, I end up with a lot of diamonds.
  • You know those carbon filters in fish tanks? I never have to change mine now. I just sort of wave the guck out? It’s an easy chore.
  • Don’t forget, there’s carbon in steel. If I take it out, this whole city’s going down.

Cardiokinesis - Control Hearts

  • I don’t know why you think this has to do with love. Hearts are organs that only pump blood. I mean, I guess if your heart beats faster, you feel like you’re in love.
  • I spent years in medical school specializing in heart surgery just so I could discretely fix people’s hearts much faster than they should be able to. But whenever anyone asks me what my secret to fast and perfect surgery is, I have to lie and it’s eating me inside.
  • I can see everyone’s relationships, but sometimes it gets really distracting. All these fibrous lines keep obscuring the cinema screen.

Caelestikinesis - Control Celestial Bodies

  • Is it weird I can tell you’re an aries? I’m getting that you’re an aries. 
  • Okay, so making the night sky spell out “will you marry me?” was awesome but I think I ruined a bunch of aliens’ homes. I really hope they don’t know I did that.
  • Being a god of the stars is generally really boring. Nothing’s ever been happening. But this little planet seems to be starting something… Better get closer to watch.

Caelumkinesis - Control the Sky

  • I can hide as anything that flies. So if you happen to see a bird in my room, don’t chase it out with a broom. 
  • If you’re going to be like that, I can make sure you always get rained on.
  • The world is so boring. I finally found out how to make dragons and I’m gonna take the initiative and just making this happen.

Chemokinesis - Control Chemical Substances

  • If it’s on the periodic table, I can mess with it. People generally aren’t ready for their oxygen to become iron.
  • The hero can’t come and vanquish me if I’ve given them depression.
  • Now that I’ve trapped you in my moat… It’s acid.

Chromokinesis - Control Colors

  • A magician’s biggest trick: Turning the entire performance center blue.
  • I have a grudge against someone who somehow muscled their way into my personal art show. I’ll makes sure they never see color ever again.
  • So I can fly… But it’s very… Flashy. Yeah, it’s a rainbow.

Chronokinesis - Control Time

  • So, even if I manipulate time, I can’t manipulate space. And Earth moves, so… I kind of killed most of the population. They’re either in space or the mantle. 
  • I’ve been stealing time from everyone and it’s all stored deep underground.
  • I’ve tricked a constuction crew through a time-portal and now they’re building me a castle in 16th century France. I’ll be king and my castle will never fall.

Cibumkinesis - Control Food

  • You don’t even know how much pretentious people like to eat my ‘innovative’ foodstuffs. Milk jerky is as weird as it sounds and only comes in 2%
  • I’ll win every cooking competition, no matter how much I mess up. 
  • May your harvest be blighted and your water poisoned. Think twice before crossing me again.

Cthonikinesis - Control Nether

  • Powers adapt to new meanings for the word. I’m gonna send you to minecraft hell.
  • Your nether regions are so fucked.
  • How do you feel, facing your own late father in battle?

Cukinesis - Control Copper

  • When NYC falls into peril again, someone with the ability to manipulate copper calls upon the ultimate defense… The statue of liberty.
  • Yeah I can make a shield, but it’s gonna be copper. Sorry I can’t do anything else. 
  • I’ve gotten into the habit of driving by old neighborhoods and making all the copper wiring and pipes be sucked into my truck. It’s only slightly villainous. 

Cogitokinesis - Control Thought

  • If you’re going to be so angry about my favorite song, enjoy it in your head forever.
  • I make quite the racket erasing unwanted thoughts. Where those thoughts go though is only for me to worry about. 
  • My robots seem too mechanical. I should steal someone’s thoughts to give them a bit of personality. 

Cognikinesis - Control Perspectives

  • Most of the time I just force video games to let me play first person, I’m not sure what you expected.Forcing people to look at what they’ve become is a lot like judgement day.
  • When people make me upset, I like to make them see my actual point of view. 
  • It doesn’t matter how far away something is, if I can see it, I can touch it.

Comakinesis - Control Hair

  • My stage production of rapunzel is the best in the world. How I found a continuous 20 foot braid is anyone’s best guess. I’ll never tell.
  • I’ve created a new breed of naturally pink poodles. I’ll be in the lap of luxury for all my days.
  • No I only have one of these wool sweaters. I can just change it’s color because it’s technically hair.

Combokinesis - Control Combat

  • Any battle goes may way, from a simple argument to an election. I’ve become the most influential person in the world.
  • My personal feelings are always above any actual evidence of winning, so seeing that I may be wrong is terrifying. What if I was wrong before?
  • Now that you’ve shown me what your attack will be, let me eliminate that possibility.

Coronakinesis - Control Corona Energy

  • Yes, it’s basically like that one godzilla. No, I’m not secretly the kid of godzilla. 
  • You think you’ve seen global warming? You’ve seen nothing yet. 
  • Stars tend to move with their corona, so don’t mind the new stars. They were already there before.

Corrokinesis - Control the Power of Corruption

  • I really don’t like corruption, so I keep combing the internet for instances of corruption to take it out, hitman style.
  • I’ve condensed corruption into these special bullets. I want you to shoot all this list, no matter how nice you think they are.
  • Wait, I can basically make this into a hell-dimension? Awesome. Sin for everyone.

Cryokinesis - Control Ice

  • If you keep annoying me all the liquid in your body is gonna freeze.
  • I’ve got the polar ice caps fixed, Antartica is looking good, and I’ve got enough snow cones today’s day at the park. 
  • You’ve gotta believe me, officer! The icicle just plain fell on them! It skewered them!

Crystallokinesis - Control Minerals and Crystals

  • My modern witchcraft store is stocked full with crystals and stones. And it’s all homemade.
  • If I really tried, I could get my crystal healing techniques to go towards a doctorate.
  • You picked the wrong mineshaft to battle me in. You’be basically given me the battle. 

Cytokinesis - Control Cells of Organisms

  • My friend wanted to be a cryptid so we brainstormed for a while and they decided on their form. We still chat when I’m in town.
  • Even if I’m terminal, I can just fix it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to fix you too.
  • Changing what shape my cells take is the ultimate camouflage. No one suspects the dog.
[Miraculous Ladybug]: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

idk man, i haven’t written the lovesquare in a while, and for some reason i wanted come crack-ish MiracuClass antics, so sue me

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

Summary: Sometimes, when you’re friends are so obviously in love and they’re taking forever to get with the program, it’s time to take matters into your own hands. 

In which Alya takes matchmaking to a whole new level, Nino tries to be the voice of reason, the entire class is incapable of keeping a secret, and Marinette and Adrien just try to have a decent picnic


A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of


“A class picnic?”

Alya nodded as she scribbled a time and a location on the back of Marinette’s hand. “Yup. I figured it’d be fun. School year’s ending, the weather is beautiful, and exams are just about wrapped up. Thought it’d be a cool casual thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you were planning this,” Marinette said. “I could’ve helped you!”

“Oh, don’t even worried about it, girlie,” Alya assured. “You’ve been so busy with class rep stuff lately I just went and asked Nino for help. Worked out just fine, too. He’s been helping me handle music and food.”

Marinette smiled. “This is so sweet! I can’t believe you did all this for everyone. Is everyone else coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Alya insisted. “Everyone in class. Even Adrien.”

Alya expected some blushing and stammering, but Marinette merely blinked at her. “Adrien’s going to be there?”

“Of course! He was super excited when he found out you were coming.”

Marinette lifted both of her brows in surprise. “He was?”

Alya patted Marinette on the shoulder. “I would never lie to you. So yeah, you should definitely come. After school today, don’t forget.”

“Ok cool!” Marinette nodded. “Do you wanna walk over together with Nino and — ”

NO!” Alya shouted, hands darting out to grab Marinette’s shoulders. Marinette jumped in shock and leaned away from Alya’s frantic looking expression. Alya bit her lip and sighed out through her nose. “I-I mean….nah, i-it’s fine. I have to help Nino with….something after school anyway. Uh….I’ll meet you there a little afterwards.”

“Um…okay,” Marinette said. “You sure you and Nino don’t need any — ”

“Nope! No help!” Alya insisted, spinning Marinette around and marching her over to the locker room. “You just get your books together and meet us at the park. It’ll be a blast.”

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andysanime  asked:

I have a prompt, if that's ok. Also I want to mention I absolutely love these stories <3. My prompt for weird Wednesday is Tony gets deaged and the guardians have to take care of him. Maybe they are on earth and Cap along with the x-avengers visit because they heard what happened and Cap thinks their better to take care of kid!Tony?

Of course its okay so send a prompt! And also thank you! :)) ALSO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT STORY. BUT IT HAS OVER 2.7k WORDS. So watch out for the cut.

I really hope you like it…
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“So he stays like that?” asks Peter and looks down at Tony. Doctor Cho shrugs.

“I don’t have an answer for that. But mostly magic loses their strength after a few weeks. But i will contact Thor and Doctor Strange.” is her answer and Peter nods.

Tony sits on the floor and looks at some toy blocks, but he doesn’t touch them. He looks incredible sweet like that.

“Okay thank you so much for your time.” says Peter and then lift Tony up. He seems like around three years old and is healthy. To be honest that is the only thing that matters.

“You were so brave.” says Peter to Tony when they leave the building. She had to take some blood from Tony and Peter thought he would cry at all the examinations. But he was quiet and really brave.

“Otay.” says Tony and smiles a bit. Peter wants to cuddle him. What a sweet boy.

“And?” asks Gamora, when Peter enters the Tower and he shrugs.

“Nothing she can do right now. But maybe Tonys other friends can help.” says Peter and he tries to sound happy, so he doesn’t upset Tony.

“Alright. Well i send Drax with Rocket and Groot to buy some things for him. So he doesn’t have to wear that big shirt all the time.” says Gamora and Peter groans.

“Why would you send these idiots?” asks Peter and Gamora laughs.

“Because i have a date!” she answers and is gone. Peter chuckles. There was a time where he would be jealous, but it changed a lot in the last year.

“Yondu?” yells Peter then and a moment later Yondu comes into the kitchen.

“What?” asks Yondu and he sounds annoyed. Tony giggles and holds his little hands out.

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I went and saw Saturday Night Live (S42, E15) and all I got was the best time ever.

Okay so I love it when people make step-by-step stories about when they went to SNL so I thought i’d make one myself.

I got tickets through the Twitter contest they had where you were suppose to send in an email about why you’re ‘the biggest SNL fan’. I sent mine in and got a reply about two days later that I had won! This was about a week before the show (insert panic-attack. Planning a trip from Sweden to nyc takes more than I week I can assure you, I don’t know how we got it all done time…).

Anyway! When we got to SNL the girls (‘cause they were almost all girls) working there were SO nice. I met the girl who had booked me and I thanked her and told her I was gonna name my firstborn after her. Another one recognized my name ‘cause I had replied to an email they had sent with a gif of Sue (Kristen Wiig) saying “i’m so freaking excited!” lmao.

You get wristbands, tickets, you go through security, you sit down in a waiting room and wait. After a while they start calling people like “purple wristbands come this way”, “people with the letter A on their tickets come this way”. And when you’re called you get in to an elevator with a bunch of strangers, then walk through a hall and then get your seats.

We were up on the grandstands sitting right in front of the stage where the musical artist perform which was great ‘cause you could see practically everything (some seats truly are crap, as Michael Che pointed out. I know I know i’m getting to that, stay calm) but you could also see alot of what was happening outside of the camera frame.

Lorne Michaels walked passed us down below and it was like seeing god. He would walk around, chat with someone, check his clock and then just stayed out of people’s way and let them work.

The house band open the show. Then Michael Che comes on and does stand up for a bit. There was this guy in the front row who kept giving sort of guy-tries-to-be-funny-but-it-only-comes-out-as-cocky sort of answers so Michael Che went all in and dragged his ass for attending the show by himself etc “you a weird dude, Tom”. People were pissing themselves laughing, he’s phenomenal at stand up (Tom was laughing too, I should add).
Then Keenan Thompson performed a song with Cecily, Vanessa and Sasheer and I figured/hoped Kate was gonna be in the cold open.

And she was! Leslie came out and sat on that bench first and everyone cheered and applauded her and she looked genuinly happy and surprised and waved at everyone. Kate came out and while everyone was waiting for the show to come on air her and Leslie kept mucking around and doing funny faces to eachother making everyone laugh. And then a woman (more on her later) started yelling 45 seconds! 30 seconds! 10! 5,4,3,2…. and we were live. It was thrilling.

Shorter fun facts about the show:

*If a person is in two sketches back to back a makeup artist etc. will come on stage, grab them and run, and I do mean RUN. Like if Lorne Michaels himself is in the way they will push him aside.

*Octavia was really good. She’s so talented and seemed focused but happy. Loved that I got to see a first-timer hosting SNL.

*Kate did all of the Kellyanne Conway bits live, non were pre-recorded. She would come out (right below where we were sitting! She truly is tiny you guys, like even tinier than she looks in photos) wearing slippers. And she would stand and wait for the sketch to be over and then she would kick of her slippers, get on her knees, they filmed her, she put her slippers back on and went backstage.

*Melissa Villasenor what an angel. I felt like we got to witness the first show where she really got the flex her muscles and show what she can do. The crowd was laughing so hard. I am convinced she’s gonna be the next big thing on SNL. Sidenote: the fact that they did an impression of Kate while Kate is still on the show truly shows what an actual star she’s becoming. Amazing.

*There was a woman working on the crew, I do not know her name and I do not know what her job is but goddamn she was cool. She seemed to be the coordinator of every sketch and would stay in frame talking to the actors until the very last second, and I do mean the very last. One time she literally had to throw herself out of frame, and seemed totally unfazed by it. Really made you feel how LIVE this show truly is.

*During the goodbyes Kate and Cecily hugged for 2000 years. Kate looked tired, I aint gonna lie. She wasn’t in any sketches except the cold open since she’s working on another film. I am quite sure she will leave this season and to have gotten to see her before she left truly was an honor and privilege (this was also one of the motivations in my email I sent in btw).

This was one of the best things I have ever done. To get to see how this show works irl was an absolute delight. They seem to have SO FUN doing this, all you wanna do is run backstage and hang out with everyone and braid their hair. And I got to here the “Live from New York!” LIVE. FROM NEW YORK.

Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos)

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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Birthday Surprise (Taeyong x Reader)

Originally posted by nct127


“He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, where is he?” You mentally asked yourself, looking down at your phone to check if there were any missed calls or messages.  

Tapping your heel against the leg of the table, you let out a frustrated sigh. It was half past nine and you had decided to go out for dinner with Taeyong since it was your birthday. Of course, you were the one who had made the reservations and did everything even though it was your special day since he rarely took time out of his busy schedule to prepare something for you. 

Even if it was your birthday. You took a sip of your water and mentally prayed that he came soon before the restaurant closed and you were asked to leave.

Taking a deep breath in and flattening out your hair, you tried to think optimistically though the annoying part of your brain nagged you that he had forgotten. Although, he didn’t occasionally take time out for you, Taeyong still treated you very well and was an amazing person, even if he didn’t show his affection for you very often. 

Just then interrupting your thoughts, you heard the restaurant door open, making you get up with a huge smile on your face. But when you saw who it was, your smile instantly dropped. It wasn’t him. Instead it was his close friend, Johnny who had a small, warm smile on his face as he looked at you. You softly smiled at him back and waved as he came closer to you. 

He chuckled and said, “You don’t look too happy to see me _________.” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s nothing like that, I’ve just been waiting for Taeyong to come for a while now so I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t him, I mean, I guess I can’t lie there.” 

You both lightly laughed and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he replied, “Well that was one of the reasons why I came here to pick you up because our lovely T-yongie couldn’t come for tonight cause he’s been up at the studios finishing up with some recordings.” 

And just like the other times, he had bailed on you, you shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should you be, when you knew that this was going to happen?

 “It’s okay, just take a deep breath” you thought to yourself and you closed your eyes letting out a big breath then reopened them saying, 

“Okay, that’s alright I understand.” 

You let out a small, lifeless laugh looking out the big restaurant windows murmuring, “You guys do have an album coming soon, I shouldn’t be selfish.” 

Johnny looked at you with concern and lightly touched your elbow, “Are you okay ________?” 

You nodded with a fake smile even though the both you knew you weren’t. But it was whatever now. Besides, what difference would your feelings make anyways? 

Taeyong was probably as usual going to stay at the studio until 3-4am, letting time fly by as he helped the composers/lyricists tweak things. Then he would come home, go right up to your room and pass out instantly beside you while you were already asleep after becoming tired of waiting for him. The next morning, he would wake up around 8 and freshen up, accidentally waking you in the process and mutter, “Shit. I totally forgot. I’m so sorry ________ I had to-“

You’d wave him off as usual and say that it was fine and you knew that he was busy and that they could go out some time during the week. But of course, you never had the time, or well he never had the time. 

This had been going on for a while now, ever since NCT had debuted and Taeyong had been claimed as a rising talented rapper in the music industry. Though you were glad that the fame had never reached his head, you still wished that you could spend more time with him. Rather than just having a rushed ten minute breakfast with him some mornings and waking up in the middle of the night to find him holding you and softly snoring.   

“Okay, you obviously haven’t ate yet,” Johnny interrupted your thoughts, “So where do you wanna go?” 

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It’s alright i’m not that hungry, I’ll just eat something at home.” 

“No, missy, you have to eat and that’s that, i’m not taking anymore excuses.” He looked at you sternly like a father would while walking with you outside the restaurant. 

You lightly laughed at his expression and new nickname for you then replied, “Okay fine, I’ll just get a cheeseburger with a Mcflurry or something.” 

With that you both got in his car and drove off to McDonald’s. But instead of going towards the non yellow McDonald’s sign, Johnny took a different turn and was going in the opposite direction which confused you. He noticed your expression and said, “Oh, I forgot my wallet at the studio so I was just gonna pick that up first.” 

You thought nothing of it since you knew that Johnny and the rest of the older guys from the group always insisted on paying for everything since you were Taeyong’s first girl-friend and he would probably never “find another” like you. Also he was pretty forgetful because you remembered the first time you had met, he had to rush off immediately right after since he had forgotten to pick his family up from the airport. 

“Do you have an aux (aucks) wire?” You randomly asked.

 “A what?” 

“An aux wire, you know like for playing music from the phone.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and replied, “You mean an auxiliary cord.” 

“It’s the same thing John-hoe.”

He glared at your nickname that was a mashup of his first name in korean and english and pulled the cord out of the glovebox, handing it to you at the red light, letting you plug it into your phone. “What song do you wanna listen to?” You asked him. 

“Hmmmm…. How about some Rae Sremmurd?” He answered with a smile. You shook your head knowing what song he wanted to hear since it was Taeyong’s and basically most of the other NCT member’s favourite song as well.

Ass fat, yeah I know, you just got cash? Blow sum mo, blow sum mo” 

You laughed as Johnny yelled out the lyrics, singing in a higher pitch than Nicki and for once, you realized you actually felt good today. It felt nice to have a friend when you were feeling down. Someone who was a goof like Johnny and in a way, it made you miss your friends back home since they used to do stuff like this all the time. 

Soon enough you reached the famous SM building, with it’s tall frame and logo out on a concrete sign in front. Johnny parked right out front in the small parking lot. He turned off the car and took the key out of ignition, looking at up at you, making his soft, brown hair flop in front of his face. 

“I’ll be back in a quick second, okay? Just stay right there.” 

You almost snorted but just rolled your eyes instead at what he said because honestly, where could you go at 10pm in the far side of downtown? Nevertheless, you listened and pulled out your phone to check and respond to any late birthday texts/calls. Fifteen minutes passed by and Johnny still hadn’t come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to grab his wallet unless he was really having trouble. 

All of a sudden, someone knocked on your window and you screamed, holding your fist up while looking out. Of course, it was none other than the town idiot, Donghyuk laughing at you outside. 

You opened your door and whisper-yelled, “YA! What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night!?!” 

He laughed even more, clutching his stomach, “Noona, y-you’re just too hilarious to scare” More laughter. “And I have something important to tell you.”

“What? You twit?!” You angrily responded still grumpy from being frightened. 

“Jyani hyung can’t find his wallet so he told me to come get you so wouldn’t have to wait outside by yourself.” 

You let out a sigh but got out of the car and said, “Lead the way then Dongsookie.” 

He scowled at you whining, “Noona, I told you not to call me that in public anymore!!” 

“Is there anyone around us right now?” 

“No but-“ 

“So it’s fine then.” You smirked at him and he glared at you, angrily walking up the steps. Nevertheless, you followed right behind him and walked into the dark building. Everyone had probably gone home or to dinner so again you didn’t think much. Donghyuk led you up the flight of stairs and you both walked down a creepy dimly lit hallway together. 

“Okay, be honest, am I in some horror movie or something? And is a zombie guy gonna pop out? I mean I wouldn’t mind if he was cute but still,l where are you leading me and is it to my death? If so, let me know so I can eat a Skors Mcflurry before I go.” 

He made a disgusted face, looking back at you. “Ew no, this isn’t the time to be thinking of your weird fantasies noona. And I don’t know what you’re on today but zombies don’t exist but these hallway lights just need to be changed, that’s it. Besides, if I really wanted to do that, I could have done it ages ago.”

You smiled, wanting to laugh at his sassy reaction but at the same time smack his head and walked in first when he opened the door. 

“Johnny? Young-hoe? Are you in here?” You asked in the pitch blackness. Where was the light switch in here anyways? All of a sudden, you heard the door click behind you and realized that Donghyuk had locked it. Oh god you were really gonna die and Donghyuk had lied, he was part of the zombie crew. The world was going to end on your birthday, before you could even get married and have kids. Making you wish you would’ve listened to Johnny properly and stayed in the car. 

“Donghyuk?! Johnny!? Why’d you lock me in here?!?  Did you lie to me!? You’re really gonna let me die here aren’t you?!?!” You start to tear up slightly as you banged on the wall to get someone to open the door since you were extremely afraid of the dark. 

“Happy birthday to you” a low, enticing voice sang from the darkness.

You stopped tearing up and instantly, your heartbeat quickened. You could tell who’s voice it was even from a hundred miles away. 

“Happy birthday to you” It sang again from behind you, making you turn around.

Then a spotlight shined in the middle of the dance-room and you saw him. Dressed casually yet cool as usual in a striped blue shirt with track-pants and his face covered with a bouquet of flowers, was none other than your boyfriend, Lee Taeyong. 

“Happy birthday dear ________. Happy birthday to you.” 

You smiled, this time, the tears in your eyes were from happiness instead of fear as he removed the flowers from his stunning face and smiled at you cheekily. 

He had remembered. 

The lights turned on now and you heard a loud “SURPRISE!” before you saw all of your friends and the NCT members surrounding you with smiles on their faces. 

Taeyong walked up to you quietly until he was a breath away, saying through all the noise, “I didn’t forget about the restaurant, that was just a set-up. And I know you love surprises. Also, since you were feeling home-sick, I invited some of your friends from _________. And we-”

You cut him off by throwing your hands around his neck and kissing him. Feeling his warm lips curve into a smile, you felt like you were on cloud-nine.

 Once you pulled back, he had a smile on his face as he murmured, “Damn. I should start surprising you more often just to get a reaction like that to happen again.” 

You laughed, smacking his arm and laid your fore-head on his whispering, “I love it all and I love you.” Taeyong smiled wider at this and kissed you softly then whispered on your lips, “I love you too.”

|We Meet Again|

Pairing: Park Jimin x Idol!Reader
Synopsis: You, dear reader, are an idol. Your debut was a pure success but behind your ambition is hiding something. A dream that can now be realized. You can meet him again, maybe now he’ll notice you?
Warning: None
Word Count: 1880
Author Note: So this was a one-shot that was requested by Marinaomar. I hope you’ll all like it! I’m sorry if there’s errors in the text it’s not exactly all corrected, but anyways!


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#76 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “could you please do a schoolboy van wherein reader is bestfriends with him but reader is starting to fall for van but couldnt do anything bc van is dead inlove with a popular girl??”

Note: I recently did a fic with a school setting, so I’ve tried to add a lil’ something-something to make this a very different story. I hope you like it! Also, I am so profoundly hungover. Happy Sunday! 


2017

You had tried to wear the least attention-grabbing outfit possible. Blending into the crowd was the goal for the night, and you felt like you were doing a really fucking good job too. You watched Catfish play from your place against a wall. Somehow, despite the low lights and screaming fans, Benji’s eyes clocked you. You stood up straight as you watched him recognise you and almost freeze. He signalled to someone off stage, and Larry quickly ran to him. Larry looked across the room at you with the same disbelief. Maybe if you had hidden in the crowd instead of the shadows they’d not have seen you. You turned and made your way to the exit as fast as you could.

You were almost a block away when you heard Larry’s voice. You knew it, but it was deeper and older than when you last heard it. He was calling your name. He ran to catch up and he stopped in front of you, holding out his hand in a beg. “Y/N. Please. Don’t go. Gimme a sec,” he said. You didn’t know what to do, but you gave him the few seconds to catch his breath. “Fuck. Hi!” he beamed then, and pulled you into a hug. It was familiar and you wanted to cry. You held onto him harder than you wanted to. He started to talk but didn’t let you go. “What happened? Where did you go? You can’t leave now. If Van finds out you were here… Come on, you have to come back.” He broke the hug and took your hand. You pulled your arm away from him.

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anonymous asked:

9) Baking on a rainy day, high fives, a first kiss sounds really cute!

THIS CAME OUT A HECK OF A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO OOPS. But here. :3 sorry if it feels a bit rushed toward the end… T 3 T

The phone call was awkward.

A forced phone call to Izuku’s phone,  from none other than his childhood friend.
And Izuku knew it was forced because he could hear Mrs. Bakugou telling her son what to say in the background.

“Tell him.” she said, probably attempting to whisper. “Tell him to come over..and quit being such a grouch, Katsuki. ” she added in.

Izuku had to stifle a laugh as he listened silently, waiting for Katsuki to actually speak up. 

“Deku” After about three quiet minutes,  he spoke. What a surprise! “Come the fuck over.”

It was more of an order than an invitation. And before the freckled boy had a chance to ask any questions, the phone was disconnected. If it wasn’t a cell phone call- Izuku was sure it would have been hung up with a slam.

A distressed sigh escaped his lips and ran a hand through his curly locks.
“What am I supposed to do?? Why is Kacchan’s mother making me go over there” He cant help the worry that had taken over him, and he paced about his room.

Great. Katsuki’s house. What a way to spend a Saturday evening.

They weren’t on terrible terms anymore, but they definitely weren’t /perfect/. They could at least hold a conversation with out yelling at one another now. And they walked home together sometimes… but they haven’t necessarily ‘hung out’.

Another sigh left him, and he tucked his phone away in his pocket.  Well,  if he was going, he may as well get it over with.  Katsuki wanted to make it a quick visit too, he was sure. He’d never invite Izuku over just because– and it was evident now that for whatever reason,  his mother was the one who wanted them to meet. 

“I’ll just see what Kacchan wants-  And then I’ll come home.”

~~

Fuck. Fuck. /Fuck/.

Izuku was coming over. 

Katsuki shot a look at the clock ticking away on the wall.  It wouldn’t take him too long to walk over, despite the rain fall. It was only drizzling, so it wouldn’t slow Izuku down. 

“Mom. What the fuck??” Katsuki growled,  as he watched his mother grab hold of her umbrella.  She slipped on her high heeled shoes, and swung a light jacket over her shoulder before making her way to the door.  “Why the hell would you invite Deku here?! When you’re leaving,  what the fuck??”

“You invited him, brat~” she sing songed, and set a hand on the door knob. “Don’t be such a baby. Do you think your mother is stupid? Take advantage of this! ” she demands to her son,  before heading out of the house. 

Shit. Dammit. Fuck.

What did she mean by that?  The ash blonde leaned himself against the wall of his living room.  His bottom lip jutted out in thought,  slowly starting to realize what she meant. 

Oh.

“No fuckin way.” He stated,  before standing himself up straight.  “No fuckin way mom noticed somethin like that.”

Katsuki decided he may as well tidy up as he waited to get his mind off of things,  and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the front door. 

In that moment,  Katsuki swore his heart jolted to a stop. 
His breath shortened in his lungs and he shot a death glare at the door.  Almost as if he was hoping to scare off his guest with out having to communicate at all… of course it didn’t help.  There was a short pause,  before another knock followed; this time it was louder.

His mind started to race all over as he inched himself toward the door.  What would he say? For what reason did he even have Izuku come over?  He had to think of something before he got to the door. He had to figure it out. Had to think.  Had to plot–

“Kacchan!” Izuku called.  “Please let me in, its down pouring!”

Katsuki paused as he reached the front door. He swallowed thickly, as his hand hesitated to open it. He could easily ignore Izuku and continue on with his evening. Eventually Izuku would get tired of standing in the rain and he’d just go home.
But then he could also catch a cold. Izuku is dumb sometimes, so he wouldn’t have taken an umbrella for a short walk. Katsuki couldn’t let Izuku get sick. “Kacchan!”

The voice jolted Katsuki from his thoughts once again and he grumbled, before grabbing hold of the door knob.

It swung open with a crash against the wall and it would have bounced back shut, if Katsuki hadn’t stopped it with his foot.

“I heard you the first time- be patient, damn.” His red hues narrowed and looked down at Izuku who was a shivering mess. And at that site, Katsuki swore he hated himself. Why didn’t he just open the fucking door? Now Izuku was soaked.

“A..are you going to let me in or not?” He questioned then, frowning.

The ash blonde, pressed his lips shut,  and took a step to the side.  His eyes watching Izuku’s every movement.  The way his hair stuck to his face from the rain, the way his clothes dripped, how he took awkward steps because his shoes were also soaked through… it was sort of cute.

Shaking away the thought,  Katsuki kicked the door closed. He followed Izuku in, and the silence was becoming a bit awkward.

“Why did you want me to come over?" 
Finally it was broken,  and the freckled boy turned his attention toward his childhood friend.  There was a bit of shyness in his gaze.

"Uuuh–” Katsuki paused momentarily. “Uh… to help me bake somethin.” It /sounded/ like he made it up on the spot, but who the hell would care? Although now he had to figure out what exactly he was baking.

“To /bake/?” Izuku’s eyes widened slightly,  before he nodded and looked down at his wet clothes. “Thats unlike you Kacchan, is this some kind of prank?” He smiled crooked. It was that uneasy,  unsure smile that Katsuki really disliked for many reasons.

“No- no seriously!  I gotta bake somethin and Im not fucking good at it! So thats why I wanted you over. ”

“Your mom made you call me” Izuku stated. “But.  Let’s get it over with,  okay..? Um.. I’m sure you want to get this done as soon as possible. ”

Katsuki’s brows knitted at that. It hurt to hear that Izuku felt he wasn’t wanted there… because that wasnt true.

“Sure. But I’m gonna give you some dry clothes first.”

“What??”

“Just take the damn offer!”

~~

Now that Izuku was in a dry set of clothes, (Katsuki’s shorts and hoodie), the two of them could get started.  Izuku’s cheeks were flushed red wearing them. It felt weird.. but nice. They had only shared clothes one other time,  and that was when they were children. 

Katsuki however,  regretted his choice of allowing Izuku to use his clothing.  Because God /dammit/, he looked really cute wearing it. The sweat shirt and shorts only showed off how much smaller Izuku was than Katsuki, despite not looking much different standing side by side.  Sure Katsuki was taller,  and more built,  but he never realized how much.

“What are we making?” Izuku questioned, finally looking up at the other. Katsuki’s gaze was disturbed then, and he lifted a hand to rub his neck. His eyes darted around the room. He had to look anywhere but at other.

“Uh.. Apple pie. My mom wants it for dessert tonigt..” A lie. But a good one, he hoped. They had the ingredients for one so how hard could it really be? “I gotta recipe.”

With that, he made his way to the kitchen counter and started to dig through the small box that held his mother’s different recipes.

“You dont seem like the type to enjoy baking, Kacchan” Izuku commented,  trying to keep things calm.  They were having a decent conversation so far… no yelling.  No annoyance.  Just talking- about pie and baking! Perhaps it was the start of something… something normal.  A genuine friendship, possibly. The chances were slim,  but Izuku could be hopeful couldn’t he?  He never hated Katsuki, and lately they had been on good terms.  The latter hadn’t even bullied or talked down on Izuku for a while.  Izuku could almost safely say that his childhood friend was becoming nicer.  Not to others per say, but to him personally. It felt good.  It gave Izuku a tickle in his stomach. 

“I never said I / enjoyed/  it. It just has to be done. ” Katsuki replied,  and held up the recipe he was looking for. “And here it is- lets start workin on this and get it done. Maybe by the time we’re finished the rain will stop."  He offered a slight smile before setting the paper down on the counter. 

Was he actually trying to make conversation? Izuku could hardly believe it, but thats what it seemed like. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip from his fingers and he nodded; his green curls bouncing a bit as he did.
"I hope!” And he smiled. It was genuine, and there was no hint of unsureness to it.

Katsuki could swear his heart stopped. The sight of a smiling Izuku was so rare to him, and it was precious.  Something he’d treasure for the rest of his life if he were able.  “Read off the ingredients, Kacchan. I’ll start to gather them.”

Katsuki blinked, waking up from his daydream. (He had been doing that a lot that day. He needed to stop).

“Yeah,  yeah. First things first is obviously the apples”.

~~

“What the fuck?!”

“It doesn’t look right..” Izuku muttered.

“Seriously,  what the fucking shit??”

Katsuki growled, as he stared at the pie they had baked. It was cooling off on the stove top,  but the top crust had sunken in, and the inside was liquid instead of caramelized.  “What the hell did we do wrong??” He questioned,  grabbing hold of the recipe. It looked like they did everything right.  So why was it coming out that way?

“Maybe we mis-read a step” Izuku mumbled,  as he lifted a hand up to play with his lower lip. “We should give it another try.. this time Ill read the directions and you add ingredients! Its still raining anyway-  it’ll be a fun way to pass the time..” Suddenly, Izuku’s voice grew unsure. 

Katsuki shifted his gaze to the other,  and felt a wave of something (happiness was it?)take over him. Izuku said it would be fun to pass the time baking with Katsuki. That meant he enjoyed it the first time. That meant he didnt want to leave yet.
The blonde felt his cheeks redden, and he piped up finally.  He couldn’t let Izuku be doubtful.

“Sure- why the hell not. Im no quiter. We’re gonna make this damn pie right,  no matter what. ” he smirked,  and started to gather the ingredients once again. 

The second time around seemed to be going more successful, in more ways than one. 

To both their surprise they were talking.

It started off about the pie- but it slowly moved away from that.  Katsuki swore they were having fun. Izuku laughed a few times. Katsuki was finding it easier to joke around with him, and it was refreshing. 
Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he / laughed/  with Katsuki… it felt warm. It made his heart pound in his chest,  and his stomach do flips.

They continued to work on the pie, and it wasn’t long before it was in the oven.

The duo wasted time waiting for it to bake by telling stories.  They touched back on a lot of their past memories together, majority from when they were young. They avoided any of the bullying memories as if they didn’t exist and focused solely on the times they played or went by each other’s houses. Katsuki was surprised that they actually did so much together.. he had forgotten about the peaceful times between them.

Finally the timer went off,  and it was time for the moment of truth.
Izuku watched eagerly, as Katsuki put on the oven mits and went into the oven.  The crust wasn’t caved in so that was a good sign. But the real confirmation of their success would be in the filling. 

“Ill bet its okay!” Izuku chimed,  as he watched the pie. They waited patiently together for it to cool. 

“We’ll see. If it isnt right,  we’re going to the store for more god damn apples and we’re makin it again” Katsuki stated and he picked up the knife. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

As the knife sunk into the pie, a grin formed on Katsuki’s face. He finished cutting the slice and it was perfect.  The inside was caramelized just right, and the apples were soft.

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki looked at the other quickly. “Look at it! ”

Izuku smiled wide, seeing their sucess. Apparently adding too many apples and not enough sugar was their downfall last time.

“We did it Kacchan!” He laughed again and lifted a hand up, waiting. “Ill bet it tastes as good as it looks! ”

The blonde glanced at the raised hand and lifted his own up. He slapped their hands together for a satisfying high-five,  though his hand lingered there.

He still couldn’t take his eyes off Izuku. Especially because he was smiling now.. it was such a tender smile, Katsuki never realized how warm it made him feel. How much he actually longed to see it. And he didn’t realize how nice it was to be the cause of it.

The freckled boy looked puzzled,  as Katsuki stared at him.  He tilted his head slightly,  and as he went to move his hand away it was grabbed. Fingers laced and suddenly… he was being tugged forward.

It all happened so fast after that.  Their bodies were closer than they’d ever been.  Izuku’s eyes widened,  as Katsuki's  feel shut.  Their lips collided together only for a few moments before it was over.

Katsuki pulled back relatively quickly,  looking just as surprised as Izuku did. 

“K..Kacchan you…” his cheeks grew dark red at the realization. 

“..Shut…shut up, Deku.”

“…Kacchan why did you-”

“Don’t,  Deku!”

“You k.. kissed… kissed me!”

It was finally said. And the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments.  “… why did you..?” Izuku said softly. 

Katsuki thought it should be more than obvious as to / why/, but Izuku seemed confused.  He appeared to be looking for some type of reassurance,  and he was holding himself back from reacting. Katsuki stayed quiet for a few moments before parting his lips to speak. 

“I’m…” his voice grew quiet.  “..I think I… love you. ”

“.. you /think/..?” Izuku didnt sound too pleased with the answer.  He definitely sounded confused and weary. His brows furrowed,  and he huddled into himself. It was that look that Katsuki couldn’t stand.  The look that displayed his fear. The look that was especially for Katsuki in the past.  “A…Are you…making some kind of joke?”

At that, the ash blonde stiffened up.  That was the last thing he wanted. This wasn’t a joke, it was real. And he had to make sure he displayed that.

“No– no its not a joke. ” he lifted a hand up to touch his forehead.  God, he hated being bad with words.  “Its not a joke- I said it wrong. I meant that I.. agh..  I.. really..” It really wasn’t like Katsuki to mix up his words,  but when it came to Izuku nothing made sense. He couldn’t form a sentence,  and it was killing him inside. “I love you,  okay? I love you– and I’m absolute shit at trying to put this into words.  I dunno when it started-  I dunno what made me want to tell you right now.  But I did.  And I fucking kissed you, and I did it because I love you.  This isn’t a joke- Im serious! ”

There was silence between them then. Izuku’s green hues stared intently into Katsuki’s red ones. They stayed like that for a few moments before Izuku spoke.

“….Kacchan.. I… I also have feelings for you..” it was weird to admit.  “ But!”

Katsuki blinked, waiting eagerly. He felt his heart palpitating fast.
 "..I can’t trust you fully yet. I’m sure you know why..“ Izuku played with his hands then. "I need you to show me.”

Katsuki swallowed hard,  but nodded a bit.  Of course Izuku couldn’t trust him all the way. He knew the reasons as to why,  but it still hurt. It fucking sucked. But Katsuki’s not a quiter. He took in a deep breath, before closing the distance between them.

“I’ll prove it. I don’t care how long it takes.  I don’t care if its years or whatever.  I’m gonna show you and prove it. Im different than I was..”

Izuku’s, face softened as he listened.  He gave a gentle nod before reaching out to lace their fingers together. 
“I know you are.”

They kissed again, this time it was mutual. Their lips moved together slowly, before parting. Katsuki then pulled the other in for a firm hug.

It was going to be a journey together. It was going to be a bumpy road, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be long. But it was worth it. To be able to see Izuku smiling as bright as the sun, just for him. It was worth everything to Katsuki.

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Requests: (3) [Hey! Do you think you can do a series on the reader being new to the set of Supernatural. And Misha tries talking to her and tries making her comfortable. She soon grows closer and closer to Misha. And include lots of fluff and some smut! Please?] AND [Could you please do a fluffy Misha x Reader where the reader is an actress onset and is really shy around everyone so Misha tries a whole lot of things to get her out of her comfort zone??] AND [Hi! uhm i was wondering if i could request a non pairing fic with the supernatural cast kinda where y/n is new on set and she has alot of anxitey about working with everyone and jensen jared and misha comfort her and make her feel like she belongs]

A/N: Welcome to my weekend fluff fest! (not an actual thing, but it’s catchy) This is part 1 of 3. Part 1 is pure fluff, part 2 will be smutty, and part 3 will back to fluff.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: If you need a warning for fluff, here it is. Oh, and things do get a little hot at the end.

Word Count: 1.6k

Originally posted by imnotmishacollins


Acting. Why in the world did you have to be good at acting? It wasn’t that you necessarily hated it per say. It was more about how you always had a hard time warming up to cast and crew members. You were very shy and quiet; very kept to yourself and very comfortable in your little bubble.

This most recent show you’d gotten a guest role on though, Supernatural, was one of the hardest shows you’d worked on. The cast was very friendly. They liked to goof around and have fun. But no matter how hard they tried to include you, you just couldn’t warm up. When the cameras weren’t rolling, you prefered to stay in the guest trailer.

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Horns (part 1 of 2) | Roan x Reader

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Requested by anon: Hey, do you think you could write a Roan x Reader based on Bryce Fox’s song Horns please ? That’d be amazing ! :)

A/N: this song will forever be stuck in my head (listen to it at your own risk) and it turned me into a mess. For real. This is gonna have a part 2 because @selldraug asked for it and because I need to see how it ends. And because I like this weird shit. Because damn, Y/N’s weird as hell! (Sorry, anon, if it’s short, but the exam I have tomorrow is making me anxious. I promise part 2 will be longer!)

Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: weird shit. A little bit of biting, a little bit of blood. Light mentions of sexual things. Weird reader (and writer haha). Set in the period in which Roan is still prince but banned.

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“Well, well, isn’t this the Prince of Azgeda I see roaming the wildlands?”

Those had been her first words to him. She had caught him off guard while he was taking a piss, ten hours away from Polis. He had hurried up, finishing his business as quickly as possible, and he had turned. That girl had stood in front of him with an evil smirk on her face.

She had recognized him immediately: the scars on her face clearly stated that she was from Azgeda, and yet she had treated him disrespectfully.

That same girl was now laying on the furs he called his bed, naked and sound asleep.

He wouldn’t call theirs a relationship. He wasn’t sure that her cold stone heart would one day be open to a relationship, and yet he had fallen for her. Maybe he had fallen for her that day in the woods, while he had been pissing and she had stared at his penis amused.

His heart was in her hands and he knew she was more than capable of scratching it, of crashing it, of scarring it. And yet he couldn’t take it back. There was something in her, deep down in her black soul, that kept calling him back to her.

A hand snaked up his back, brushing the scratches she had given him a few hours before. Her lips kissed his skin while she got up in a sitting position behind him.

“What are you thinking about?” her hoarse voice asked.

The sound of it sent shivers down his spine. He almost felt ashamed, but the thing with her was that that girl scared the crap out of him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing,” he answered, brushing her hand resting on his chest.

Y/N chuckled. Roan felt her hands leaving his body. She crawled around him until she was just in front of him. She pushed his legs open and sat down between them, but she didn’t get too close to his body. “I am inside your head, Prince,” she smiled evilly, caressing his cheeks with her ice cold hands. “You know you cannot lie to me, right?”

Roan sighed, raising his knees and trapping her body. “I hate you, you know?”

“Well, now you’re hurting me,” and she dramatically put one hand on her heart. “Did I – by any chance – give you a reason to hate me?”

“You kill me every time,” he confessed, lowering his gaze to her swollen lips.

“And yet you keep crawling back to me.” Y/N tilted her head to the side, her fingers trailing down his chest, grazing a little with her nails. “And, apparently, you like it.”

“I’m not sure I really do.”

She shrugged and thanks to that movement the light of the moon caught an ugly scar on her shoulder and made it shine a little. That lighter shade of her skin caught his attention for a fraction of second before she returned to her original position.

“You’re free to leave anytime you want,” she said, her fingers going even further, grazing at a scar he had on his hips.

They kept silent for a while, staring into each other’s eyes. For a second he thought he saw two little horns on each side of her head, but he shrugged the thought off his shoulders – the alcohol he had drunk was having its effects.

“I know,” he answered after a while, grabbing her wrists to get her hands off of him.

“Why are you here, Roan of Azgeda, if you know you can leave whenever it pleases you?” she whispered in his ear. She got up on her knees and got closer to him, their skins barely touching.

Cold radiated off of her and Roan couldn’t understand how she could be alive with such a low body temperature. Without him wanting so, his hands crawled on her back, brushing lightly at the numerous scars adorning her skin. She stood still against him, her breath slowly and lightly fanning his ear and neck.

Why did she have that effect on him? How could she affect him this much?

His skin always tingled when he was with her, his stomach fluttered when she talked, his heart beat furiously when she was close to him. She, on the contrary, didn’t look half as fazed. Her breath was regular, her heartbeat so light he could hardly hear it.

“Why won’t you leave, Roan?” she whispered again, her breath tickling his skin.

On its own accord, Roan’s head fell down and his forehead rested against her shoulder. “You keep calling me back.”

Her laugh reverberated in his chest, her cold skin burning his, her hands playing with his messy and dirty hair. “Oh, if I were calling you to me, you’d know, trust me.”

“You’ve screwed me,” he cursed, his grip on her tightening, leaving bruises and scratches.

She didn’t care. She loved it when he hurt her. It was almost as if she couldn’t stay away from pain – from physical pain. The scars covering her body, trophies of her victories, which she wore with pride, were a clear sign of the lack of fear she had when it came to hand-to-hand. And so she let him do, for she knew she was putting him through pain, guiding him through the darkness, scratching him with thorns.

“Your heart is in my hands,” she whispered through his hair and his grip on her body tightened even more. “But you can take it back. I’ve never asked for it.”

Roan bit down on her skin, his fingers digging into her scarred back. “What if I don’t want to?” he asked, licking away the blood escaping the wound he had created. Her blood in his mouth tasted like the milk of the Gods. It gave his tongue a tickling sensation and it reminded him how she had turned him to the dark side, how he enjoyed doing that to her, to feel her in his mouth, poisoning his brain.

She had hissed in pain, the same sound snakes make left her mouth. She sat back on her heels, staring at him. His index finger rose to touch the mark he had just given her and she smacked it away. Her gaze fell on the blood trickling down her breast and he knew how much that was arousing her. Her fingers touched that dark red, almost black, trembling line of blood before bringing them to her mouth. She stared at him while sucking at her fingers, tasting her own blood.

The look she gave him sent shivers down his back and he couldn’t fight his hands from trembling.

What had she done to him?

What kind of bloody spell was he under?

Before he could even think of finding an answer to those questions, she lunged forward. Her hands were around his neck and her lips on his, pushing, bruising, her tongue drew the silhouette of his lips. He opened up to kiss her back, but she bit down on his lower lip and tugged hard, drawing blood.

“What the fuck?” he groaned, touching his hurting lip, the stinging taste of his own blood invading his mouth.

Y/N smiled and Roan saw blood on her teeth. “Payback,” she chuckled and she scratched his neck with her nails. “I want you to lay down,” she quietly said, her hands leaving him free.

Roan couldn’t order his brain to ignore her words. As soon as her wish had left her blood-stained lips, he felt the muscle in his back contract and soon his head was laying on the ground. That girl had done something to him, some black magic shit, because he wasn’t himself when he was around her. When he was with her he wasn’t a prince and not even Roan. He was someone else, someone new, someone alien.

She grabbed one of his daggers from the pile of his weapons and came back to him, smirking devilishly.

“What the-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss him under his ear, the blade of the dagger cooling the skin of his shoulder. His erection brushing against her thigh made him feel ashamed for the way she made him feel every time. “At least, not dangerously,” and she smirked, sitting on his lap and staring at the blade.

“What if I don’t want this?” Roan asked, staring at his dagger. His breath was running wild while his body kept being still.

“I told you, Roan,” and she lightly brushed the blade of the dagger against his cheek. “You can leave whenever you want. You can stop me whenever you want.”

The prince swallowed hard under her stormy gaze. Her hips were gently rocking against him and his mind couldn’t work straight. Part of him fought with the words coming out of his mouth because part of him wanted to take that risk, part of him wanted to see where all that shit would go, part of him wanted his blood in her mouth and her blood in his own. But the most rational part of his brain prevailed.

“Stop this,” he ordered, his hands running up to grab her wrists.

She smirked. “What? Is someone scared to get hurt?” Her eyes were laughing at him, harmless under her body. “Just a little cut? Please?” she begged him.

His eyes bore into hers, his hands still around her wrists. He could use a little more strength to stop her, but part of him – that same part that only wanted to obey to her orders – wouldn’t let him.

“Oh, come on! Have some fun, mighty Roan of Azgeda!” she exclaimed and he couldn’t understand whether she was mocking him. “You bit me, don’t you think I deserve a little revenge?”

Roan gulped. The pressure of her body against his hard cock was fogging up his mind. His heart beat furiously against his ribcage, almost hurting him. “You bit me too. You had your revenge.”

Y/N huffed. “You’re so boring sometimes.”

They stared at each other for minutes before she started to rock her hips again. The smirk on her face clearly told him that she was going to have it her way, whether he wanted it or not. The look in her eyes… well, it screamed only one thing: he was going to surrender one way or another. His heart was in her hands and in that moment more than ever they both knew how much truth was in those words.

Roan sighed. “You have one cut – make it your best one,” he groaned, grounding his hips against her in one hard movement.


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You were just observing the crowd. It was what Nate had told you to do, so that’s what you were doing. It wasn’t boring, per se, but it was tedious.

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My Final Top 11

Wooo this shit show is almost over! This season was way more stressful than the first and if the rumors of a season 3 is true I might explode. But anyways here’s my Final Top 11, I tried to be as realistic as possible. This was extremely hard because at this point I want all 20 plus some that already have been eliminated in the top 11. Let’s begin!~

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anonymous asked:

I have this idea of Stiles programming personal ringtones for everyone in his phone. But when he and Derek get together, he's stuck because /obviously/ he has to change his. Stiles can't figure anything out, & Derek just seems unimpressed with the whole thing. Stiles gives up and ends up busy, forgetting about it for a few days. And then Derek calls him about a week later, maybe asking him to grab a pizza or something before he comes over, and suddenly Stiles' phone is playing 'Howlin for you'

this is wonderful and thank you for this ask– i love love the idea of stiles doing personal ringtones for everyone. BUT WHAT IF STILES DECIDES THIS IS THE RINGTONE BEFORE THEY GET TOGETHER

Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” continues to blare as Stiles digs underneath the passenger’s seat for his phone. He’s very aware of the undignified position he’s in, but Scott’s calling and Stiles needs to pick up the phone. Now. He squirms, getting the Jeep’s gear to the stomach, and he can’t reach–

“Why don’t you just get out and walk around to the passenger side?” Derek says from behind him.

Stiles can picture it, Derek folding his arms and probably looking unimpressed, and scoffing at Stiles’ ineptitude, probably. Stiles huffs and plants his knees on the driver’s seat, ass wobbling precariously in the air. “Because I’m already here and I know where the phone is.” He does. He touched the metal casing, right before the song stopped playing. Great. Now Scott’s probably leaving a voicemail, which does not bode well since Stiles said he was getting Derek’s info about the troll and now Scott doesn’t know that the thing’s saliva is poisonous and–

“Why don’t you go round that way and help? What are you standing around there for?” 

Derek doesn’t say anything, but then Stiles can hear him stepping around the Jeep. Derek helpfully starts reaching underneath the seat, looking for Stiles’ phone and grumbling. “There’s so much junk under here,” he mutters, pulling out a copy of Wuthering Heights that Stiles was supposed to return to Lydia. Three years ago, when he was still in high school.

Derek’s phone is in the stomach of the last troll, so unfortunately their only line of communication with the rest of the pack is to find Stiles’ phone. In the dark. 

Fortunately, Lydia starts calling. Stiles can hear a few bars of Beethoven’s 9th before it stops, like she was interrupted while calling. 

“We don’t have time for this, we just need to get to them,” Derek mutters.

“Well that would be great, except we don’t know where–”

Derek howls. It resonates through the night, and in the distance there’s a returning howl. 

Stiles tries not to tremble. This is no time thinking about how hot that was. Damn crush, he thought he was over this. Wasn’t going to college and dating other people supposed to put and end to this awful pining? 

Apparently not. 

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So about the Dreamcar show

Y’all, so much happened. 

In bullet form for readability/it’s 1AM and I have work in the morning because I’m an adult.

Pre-show

I got there like 45 minutes after doors opened because my days of lining up mega early for shows are over.

  • That’s a lie
  • I just had to work til 5 and it was raining all day so I didn’t wanna sit outside anyway

So I walk into the venue, and??? It’s so empty??? Like what the fuck??? I went to the bathroom, which is wayyyyyyy at the back and in the basement, I hate getting to it during packed shows because you CAN’T MOVE. That venue is not safe and there are not enough exits BUT ANYWAY.

When I got back upstairs I went to the merch table and bought a tank top

  • Warning if you see Dreamcar: it fits weirdly small???
  • But I love it
  • Also they didn’t do that thing I hate when bands jack up prices by like $10 because of the conversion rate.
  • It’s $35 online and I paid $35CAD.
  • Joke’s on you that’s only like $20US
  • Help our dollar is a fucking joke

Then I went to the stage and despite the opening band staring imminently I was only two people from the front???

Superet

I mean, I don’t know if I would go seeking out their music but they were really fun and had fantastic energy. The lead singer kept making eye contact with people in the front and it was slightly awkward but also endearing as hell. I kept getting distracted during their set because I decided most of the rest of the band looked like other people

  • The keyboard player looked so much like Jamison Covington from JamisonParker
  • Does anyone remember them? They had like one album in maybe 2005 and I loved it
  • But it’s so emo
  • Listening to it now is like??? Was my world ever that dark? Damn son.
  • The drummer looks just like a dude I went to high school with and played in Concert Band with
  • But it is not.
  • That dude is a DJ now though
  • The percussionist lowkey reminded me of what’s his face from Cabin in the Woods… the stoner one. 
  • Cabin in the Woods is a great movie

Dreamcar

I mean is it any surprise that they’re great live? All of them have been performing for so long so like… they know their shit. But there’s a lot happening all at once, it seems like. You’ll maybe see when I post my video of All Of The Dead Girls once it finishes uploading to YouTube. But I guess it’s partly because Tom, Adrian & Tony are so used to playing together but sometimes it’s like there’s their show happening and then there’s Davey being Davey around them and it is a lot.

  • Someone yelled “You’re good!” between songs and it got a good laugh out of Davey who was like, “I’m glad you think so???”
  • Like what an odd thing to say???
  • The other three have mastered the art of keeping Davey on topic
  • If he sounds like he’s about to go off on a tangent just start the next song it’s great
  • “If only that would work during interviews,” I’m sure Jade/Adam/Hunter is muttering to himself in the distance
  • They covered Don’t Change and it was amazing, I wanted to get a video of it but it was such a different (more upbeat) version I didn’t even clue in on time lmao
  • During the bridge of Kill For Candy, Davey and I shared a moment during the first “Let it dissolve on your tongue” and it was magical

Post-show

It rained literally the entire day here, so when I walked out of the venue and it wasn’t raining anymore I thought, y’know what, I’m gonna stick around for a bit, try my luck meeting these dudes. But only until 11:00. That’s my cut-off. I’m a responsible adult.

  • This is a lie
  • It’s cute that I believed it though
  • Also it was still raining but it was a very fine mist so it wasn’t that bad
  • This is also a lie it was terrible and my hair went to shit

There were like 25 people waiting, at the peak of it. After about an hour, some people had left so there were maybe 20 or so. Not bad at all, right? About half of those were No Doubt faithful, who seemed to be a very tight-knit group who all knew each other from various No Doubt events and trips and stuff. They were super nice and – bonus! – most of them couldn’t be fucked about Davey. But we did talk about the show, how awesome it was, and the fact that Davey is secretly jacked was mentioned – not even by me!!! And most of them agreed that a) it should’ve been a longer set and b) they should’ve covered some No Doubt because Davey singing I’m Just A Girl would be delightful.

  • Somebody made the joke that the guys snuck out past all of us and were probably on the public transit bus that went by
  • “But then they’ll get to Sherbourne station and get shanked.”
  • If you know Toronto at all you know that’s probably true
  • If there was anywhere in this city where a repeat of “what are you gonna do about it, pink shoes?” was gonna go down it’s motherfucking Sherbourne St.

Finally at around 11:15 or so, security & tour management came out and set up a barricade by the bus, telling us all to line up in twos. Ok cool. We did. 

  • Tom came out first and the orderly line went to shit because he just like, walked right out to chat and take pictures and sign autographs. I was trying to stay near the barricade and missed him entirely. Oops. 
  • Tony came out next and did the same thing, but actually on my side. I got a picture with him and he signed my ticket.
  •  Adrian stayed by the barricade but was very chatty with people. I also got a picture and autograph from him.
  • All of them seemed to like, know some of the No Doubt die hards who were there and I think that’s so cool, they’ve always seemed like this huge, untouchable band to me but they’re so cool with their fans

All three of them got on the bus, and because of the No Doubt fans stepping back I was pretty much at the barricade. The tour manager came back and asked who we were still waiting for so of course were like, obviously Davey. So then came the new instructions:

  • Single file lineup please (I ended up third, so cool)
  • No photos
  • This is 900% ok I’ve seen my pictures with Adrian & Tony I know what I look like
  • I’ve been standing in the rain for two hours I look like I live in garbage and a family of raccoons have been living in my hair for the winter
  • No hugs either
  • Also fine because who honestly wants to hug a bunch of damp strangers???
  • Just a chat, an autograph, and keep the line moving
  • Awesome, we’re grown ups, we can do this
  • Oh shit now I have to think of something to say

So then Davey appears in that long hoodie/cloak… thing… which I SHOULD have asked where he got it because I love it but obviously I think of things to say after the fact, so whatever. He was really chatty and smiling at everyone and it was so nice. The first two conversations happened as I was trying not to awkwardly stare at Davey. I’m not gonna be the one who makes it weird.

  • This is also a lie
  • I don’t think I made it weird though

When it was my turn, he asked how I was and I said “amazing” because I was, and the teenage version of me fainted then and there, she was not at all prepared for this moment.

I might’ve rattled off something about how his music, whether AFI or Blaqk Audio or Dreamcar or any other project, has been such a big part of my life for almost half my life now, so thank you and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it

  • I don’t think that was weird
  • It was true, too
  • “Thank you, I hope that’s a good thing.”
  • I mean.
  • Obviously.
  • So I said it’s absolutely a good thing, thanked him again, and mentioned I would see him in like 3 weeks (!!!) for some AFI shows. 
  • ‘Cause y’know. He’ll remember.

And then I walked back to the subway and went home, 18-year-old me screaming internally.

tl;dr I saw Dreamcar, they were amazing, I finally met Davey Havok after 15 years.

Accidents Happen -- Chapter 10

Hey all! So it’s been another year, but I got back around to this fic.

It’s a mortal au where Nico has to deal with his feelings for Percy after Bianca’s death, when he returns to a public high school after being homeschooled. Then he meets Will and joins his band as a guitarist. Cue more feelings. Sorry to be so late on the update! AO3

“You look like death,” Will remarked on Friday afternoon as he jumped up Nico’s front stoop and breezed through the door. Autumn was beginning to settle in the trees, and a few dead leaves trailed after him as he hurried inside.

“Thanks,” Nico mumbled, following Will towards the basement. He could hear Connor and Travis tittering around on their respective instruments from upstairs.

“What’s up, man?” Will asked, a hint of concern in his voice. He was standing in front of the stairwell, purposefully blocking the way.

“Nothing,” Nico replied unconvincingly.

Will just raised an eyebrow and didn’t move.

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Payback (Bobby)

Anonymous asked: Can you write a oneshot with Bobby where another idol rapper releases a diss track centered at Bobby and he brings up how he’s dating an American (you) and disses you as well, and he gets really upset about it? thank you! <3

I got some help on the plot of this from my good friend and fellow writer over at @k-hiphopshit :)

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    You blinked sleepily, reaching for your phone as it kept buzzing. You thought at first it might have been a phone call, but when you looked at the screen, it was instead a series of texts. A few phrases stood out - what the hell, it’s so stupid, i didn’t even do anything! so given how something was obviously wrong you decided to just call your boyfriend instead of reading through all his texts. As soon as you heard him pick up you asked, “Jiwon, what’s going on?”

    “There’s this JYP trainee Seungwon, and he released this diss track about me, and he totally went off on you too- I don’t get it! I never did anything to him!”

    “He’s probably just looking for attention,” you said.

    “Yeah, but doing it like this? It’s just so low and stupid. He hardly even had any good diss material! All the stuff he said about you wasn’t even true and his main complaint about me is that if I like stuff like Show Me the Money, I should just rap underground instead of being in iKon and stuff. Like, what the heck? That isn’t enough to make a song off of!”

    “You’re right, it’s not,” you said calmly. “Jiwon?” It was weird for him to get so angry about this; usually it was hard to perturb him, and there was only one reason you could think of that would have thrown him off so much. “What exactly did he say about me?”

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