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He Tian x Mo Guanshan -Don’t ever leave me again-

For you, dear anon! <3 Thank you for waiting for me to finish this, it took a while but I stuffed my whole heart into this. Don’t worry, it’s not just angst, there is some major fluff at the end. *wedding bells tolling in the background* I hope you enjoy!



He Tian raised his fist, threatening and his eyes burning like black fire. Hate was oozing from every piece of his body, nothing else mattered besides the feeling of loss and regret. God, he was so fucking gone.

The other man stared right back at him, sinister as the night and a cruel smirk adorning his lips, wide and disgustingly wrong. Black strands of sweaty, bloody hair stuck to his prominent high cheek bones and forehead, throwing dark shadows over the top half of the face he loathed. He couldn’t stand it and rammed his hand into the mirror, breaking it into thousands of pieces, destroying his own accusing reflection, the last thing he wanted to see. A silent scream ripped his throat like one of the glass shards, his whole body felt heavy, so heavy. His knees gave in and he sacked against the wall, slowly sliding down at it, his cut hand leaving bloody prints on the white tiles. As if he’d give a fuck.


 His lips twitched from holding back a laugh. There was nothing. The bathroom door was still open, the house still empty and he was still not…

Slowly, he leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling.

Pathetic, his father would have said. His brother would have said. And worst of all, if he would have witnessed him in this godforsaken second, he would have been of the same opinion.

It was his fault and he deserved this, if he hadn’t just been that sure of himself. Not that sure of his strength. Not that sure that everything would stay within his control. Not that convinced of his options to work out as planned.

Guanshan, his one and only weakness.

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Prince Zuko - They will Never Find You

Everyone always wanted more Team Avatar bonding, right? How about some hide-and-go-seek with the Gaang, and a lovably grumpy Zuko?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1065

This island was probably one of the more foresty places you’ve been with the Gaang. Huge, twisty, moss-covered trees, full of secret places and little streams. It was awesome. Sokka and Katara, however, had become decidedly agitated.

“It’s just too close in here,” Katara said, crossing her arms.

“You can’t even see the sky,” her brother added. You understood, of course; there were no trees where they grew up. Of course that would make them claustrophobic in forests. Still, it was grating on your nerves.

“I’m gonna hit someone,” you growled under your breath.

“Not if I beat you to it,” Zuko whispered back, and you couldn’t help smiling. Being grumpy is a strange thing to bond over, but apparently neither of you had a choice in the matter. You were friends, and there was nothing you could do about it.

“How long do you think it’ll take them to complain about how hot it is?” you mumbled.

As if on cue, Sokka rolled his eyes skyward. “Ugh. It’s so hot in here.”

You giggled, and even Zuko cracked a smile. 

It seemed like such an innocent suggestion - a nice, friendly game - when Aang said, “Hey, who wants to play hide-and-seek?”

“You must be great at that.” Zuko’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the glitter of mischeif in his dark eyes. “You won for like a hundred years.”


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“Jungkook Cheated.”  Part.3

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] Finale: [1] [2 - Alternative Ending] 

Jungkook’s p.o.v ~

Jimin hyung was right. I don’t even have the right to ask for forgiveness let alone ask her to take me back. It hurts, so much. I can’t even imagine how much pain Y/N is currently going through right now. I say it as though I expect her to be in pain because we broke up. She should be happy knowing that she’s no longer dating a cheater, but Y/N’s not like that… I know she’s in pain because I know just how much she loved me, and although it’s useless for me to say now and it may seem insincere, but I was so in love with her - heck, I still am, believe it or not.

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concept: after the lion swap, team voltron realizes “hey, since more than one person can pilot a lion, why don’t we recruit more paladins?”

  • once shiro is back (and kuro cured of galra influence), lance and keith go back to red and blue. lance and allura alternate piloting her, and if one is injured or tired or etc., there’s no major problem bc the other is there to save the day
  • everyone kinda wants to recruit people they know, so when allura uses her powers to search for people w compatable quintessence and nyma shows up keith is like “nyma. yes. they’re the second red paladin let’s go”
  • even before allura uses her powers hunk is like SHAY
  • pidge is the only one with a partner they hadn’t met before, the second green paladin they recruit is an unilu only a bit older than pidge named lenii. pidge is a huge lesbian for her
  • when kuro tried to pilot black they refused bc they sensed the galra influence in him, but once that’s gone black opens up to him and he and shiro make a brother power team
  • just like allura, the new paladins choose their own armor colors. nyma has the same teal of her outfit, shay has the orange-gold of a sunset, lenii has the same light hazel color of her skin, and kuro has white bc he thinks it’s funny that shiro has black armor (since shiro means white and kuro means black)
  • family members come live at the castle, so along w the new paladins there’s rolo & beezer, shays family, and lenii’s dads
  • since there’s now ten paladins, the five og ones take a few days to travel to earth and get their families. lances family all surrounds him in a suffocating hug and are very proud of him and all demand to go to the castle. hunks 3 moms and big floofy samoyed are sobbing wrecks and when hunk asks them to join him they start sobbing even more. pidges mom has quiet tears running down her face as she hugs pidge tightly, and she joins pidge in her search for matt. shiro and keith’s dads aren’t much for crying but they are much for celebrations so they order a bunch of pizza and have the two sleep over for a movie night before going back to the castle with them
  • allura is able to finally grieve with the extra breathing room more paladins gives, and with the castle full of people she’s growing to consider family, she feels lighter than she has since waking from cryosleep.
the outsiders characters staring in ‘MORE Weird Shit I did as a Kid’

(( you guys seemed to really like my last post, so here’s more!!))

Ponyboy: Joined a baseball team and got hit in the face with the ball on the first day

Soda: At 6 years old, walked off with a stranger who ‘wanted to show me their apartment’ and my mom had to run down the street after me

Darry: Gave my cousins timeouts when they started to annoy me even though I was only a year older than them

Two-bit: Talked my friend into jumping and climbing an electric fence because there was some bubble gum on the ground behind it that I wanted

Steve: Ate the bubble gum that was on the ground behind the electric fence

Dally: Got kicked out of the mall for riding the kid rides and ‘looking too suspicious’

Johnny: Started an entire campaign to save the bee’s when I was 12, and then forgot about it 2 weeks later

Tim: Woke up extremely early on Easter morning to I could collect more chocolate than my younger brother

Curly: Rolled off our 12ft back porch as an ‘experiment’

Angela: Would threaten to tell my mother bad stuff my brother did if he didn’t let me put makeup on him

One Hell Of A Baby Daddy (Sebastian x Reader)

K, so I let my friends (*cough* @chictheatre *cough*) read this and they told me I should totally post it, so, here it is.

For all you Black Butler fans out there ;)

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For the first time in almost a millenia, Sebastian Michaelis felt an emotion he thought died with his human self.


Genuine, hand trembling, panic.

And the fact that he was actually panicking caused him to panic even more. 

Sebastian Michaelis never panicked. 

He was one hell of a butler. 

One hell of a lover, the sleeping maiden beside him held the proof, every bare patch of skine marked with his passionate affection from the night before. 

And becouse of that said passion, they now had one hell of a problem.

Instead of two heart beats, there were three.

Faint, undeveloped, but a heartbeat none the less.

Never in his entire existence did Sebastian think he would ever be in this situation.

The echoes of his laughter to Ciel’s reaction when Lizzie declared her pregnancy now seem very far away as Sebastian was shoved into his masters shoes.

“Ahh …”

Sebastian now understood completely why Ciel had fallen down the stairs at the sudden announcement.

He didn’t think he could stand at the moment either.

The thing that made his situation completely diffrent was Ciel’s wife didn’t have an older brother who hated his guts and forbid there relationship in the first place.

Sebastian glanced at the demoness beside him, her curves and hips silhouetted by the soft morning rays that escaped through the gap in the heavy drapes.

_______ Faustus.

Sebastian had always scoffed at the rumors and tales of the allure of a demoness, but when confronted with the female of his species, any will power he had was then booted out the door.

So very unprofessional of a butler to side with instinct rather than logic, but coming across a demoness was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

Wooing her hadn’t been an easy task either. Practically impossible.

Besides the fact that she was the sister of that vile abomination, Sebastian had never delt with a woman who could beat him at his own game.

To be frank, she had completely owned him and he was, as the kids say these days, ‘whipped’.

Underneath all the chaos and panic that was going on, Sebastian felt something he thought had also been lost.

The feeling was almost … Breathtaking.

Were demons even allowed to feel this way?

“Are you quite finished spazzing yet?“ 

A woman’s voice had never sounded so silky to Sebastian’s ears. 

"My dear, I do not spaz.”

She let out a very unlady like snort.

Sebastian’s heart fluttered with a tender warmth. Not even the birds could have competed with that.

With an indescribable need to feel her warmth, Sebastian slipped an arm underneath her hip and pulled her to him. 

Her body spooning against his, fitting perfectly. Like the hundreds of silvers spoons he had to polish.

She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied hum as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“If it’s Claude your worried about, don’t worry. I’ll protect you from my big bad brother." 

The humor in her voice didn’t fail to reach his ears, and neither did the slight tremble when she said his name.

That tremble struck a cord.

A protective surge unlike he had ever felt before burned through his veins and his grip on her tightened.

The next few weeks, perhaps months, would most likely be hell.

Claude would sense the child’s presence immediately, and promptly come down to the Phantomhive Manor to try to kill him. 

Sebastian was certain that Claude wouldn’t touch her or the child, a demon baby was far too precious and rare to destroy, but she would no doubt face his wrath.

Like hell he would let her go though that.

If Claude wanted to even so much as glare at her, he would have to go through him.

It amazed him how readily he was to defend this unborn creature when a few moments ago it almost sent him into hysteria. 

It made him feel a little guilty that he would strip it away from Ciel one day.

But only a little bit.

With this child, and a soon-to-be enraged older brother, perhaps finishing his contract as swiftly as possible would be best.

Soft, lush lips pressed against his cheek, snapping him back to reality.

Finding his tongue somewhere in his chaotic state of mind, "Do not worry about a thing, my love. I shall take care of everything.” The kiss was returned, a soft peck on her lips.

“Hmm, will you now.”

“But of course. If there’s one thing a butler knows, it’s responsibility. And we both know, I am simply one hell of a b-”


"Ba . . by… Daddy …" 

Her laughter at his bewildered face was heard clear down the hall. 

Mind you, it’s an incredibly long hall.

Sebastian had never heard anything so ridiculous.

One hell of a babydaddy?


It was so like her to take a perfectly  kickass catchphrase and soil it.

Only she would come up with something like that … And … now, would be the only one allowed to hear it.

Perhaps the phrase was not so … barbaric.  Perhaps he was, even warming up to the idea.

Sebastian swore under his breath that if the phrase was muttered from anyone’s lips besides hers or his own, the Phantomhive Manor would suddenly decrease in staff.

"Indeed.” Her giggle was intoxicating as his nose nuzzled behind her ear, an extremely ticklish place, “I am one hell of a babydaddy.”

Imagine: Tyler Seguin - Anything But Cute

Requested: Yes | No

  • hptc22 asked: Can u do a cute one with Tyler seguin where u confront him Bc he said he only wanted to date older girls and u are younger then him and ur insecure Bc u want him to think ur like hot not adorable and he’s sweet and blah blah <33

Word Count: 1,165

Summary: You watch Tyler’s “Barstool The Life” video and notice the part where he says he’d only date older girls… It preys on your insecurity a little bit so you decide to find out what Tyler really thinks about your age. 

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requested by anons <3
  your writing is so amazing, i love it! i’m unsure if you’ve seen kingsman 2 yet, but would you be able to do an agent tequila/reader imagine? i won’t put anything specific so as to not spoil anything if you haven’t seen it, but agent tequila definitely needs more love! /  I need some Tequila imagines!! Please !! ❤


The brewery emits strong scents of wood and alcohol conjoined; it’s bit cold in here, and now you really wish you hadn’t given your jacket to Merlin so he could try to cover that leaking barrel he shot. Eggsy stands close to you, almost in a protecting way – you are partners, after all, good friends despite you being a bit older, and currently being the only other alive Kingsman he has. Merlin narrows his eyes. Eggsy clears his throat. You fix your glasses; on the left side of the screen pops up a message: ‘Who the fuck is this guy?’ signed Eggsy.

“Ya’ll look damn sharp!” The unfamiliar man, you assume him to be an agent, that or a rodeo clown, exclaims and tips his hat; though he is referring to all three of you, his gaze stays on you only. You glance at Eggsy and then at Merlin – both look equally put off and confused. “And what’s your name, pretty lady?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You shoot. The man clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth; a goofy smile slips onto his lips.

“I’d love to stand here and flirt with you all day, lass, but” His gun swings from his shoulder and points at Eggsy, “y’all really shouldn’t be here.”

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Characters: Little sister!Reader, young Dean, young Sam, Bobby

Warnings: fluff, mentions of John’s crappy parenting, fluff, Winchester’s as kids, did I mention fluff?

Word count: 1k

Description: Back when the Winchester’s were young, they spent a lot of time at Bobby’s. Being the eldest meant that Dean was in charge of looking after his little brother and sister when Bobby wasn’t around. When one brother is being stroppy, who else is a little sister to turn to to play with?

A/N: I was super excited to write this! I’ve always loved the idea of seeing what life was like for the boys when they were little. This was written for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else ’s 2000 followers challenge and my prompt for this fic was the song Renegades by X Ambassadors (one of my fave songs ever). I hope you like it xx Masterlist

Dean’s age: 11

Sam’s age: 7

Y/N’s age: 4


“I got you Sammy!” Y/N squeals, running for cover behind the wheel of an old car.

“No you didn’t! You missed!” Sam whines, stomping his small foot on the ground.

“Yes I did, now you have to be dead!”

“You didn’t hit me so I’m not being dead! You weren’t dead when I hit you!” He folds his arms and huffs.

“Just be dead for a bit Sammy. You know she’s not gonna shut up about it until you do.” Dean points out, not looking up from the very real gun he’s cleaning.

“But… Argh fine!” Sam groans but does as he’s told, heading back to his base in the scrap yard. Dean rolls his eyes as Sam drags his scuffed trainers on the stony ground.

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Why I Bought My Own Bill Scanner

So counterfeits are a huge problem where I live. Sometime in the early 2000s someone made A LOT of them. They were so good and there were so many of them that the bank the counterfeiter deposited them to went bankrupt. A lot of them are still in circulation. I work as a cashier and so this makes me hella paranoid about cash. Here are tips for avoiding counterfeits(US dollars only) at work or home:

1) A dead giveaway is texture. US money is printed on a blend of paper and cotton. If the bill feels like copy paper, check with a pen or scanner. Even newly printed dollars are not as smooth as copy paper.
2) Do not pay cash(unless you have exact change) at places where company policy isnt to check every single bill right in front of the customer. Ive overheard people from bigger businesses say that becasue they have such a complex process for checking counterfeits that they dont even bother unless they are sure for themselves that its fake. If theyre only a tiny bit suspicious? Theyll let it through.
3) Be wary of older bills. While counterfeit pens are easy to get and work reliably on all but the newest bills, older bills had fewer counterfeit prevention features and thus, they are more likely to be good enough fakes to trick the marker.
4) Scanners always trump markers, but having both is better.
5) Dont accept cash payments for anything from anyone who doesnt handle money. Its a harsh truth that the average person cant tell a fake 20 from a real one. While your friends arent giving you fakes on purpose, its better to be safe than sorry. They can paypal you the 26 bucks they owe you for Wendys last week. The exception is if you carry your own bill scanner.
6) You can ask almost any bank to check your bills if you think you got a fake one, and no, you will not get arrested.
7) The cops wont arrest you if you turn in counterfeit bills unless you made them. They will ask where you got it so they can trace it.
8) Nowadays, they make counterfeits in lower denominations too, so just because you are given all 5s doesnt mean one of them isnt fake.
9) Markers and Scanners are relatively cheap, so I do highly suggest just getting one to keep in your wallet/purse/backpack etc just in case, especially if you only use cash.
10) During big spending seasons, you are more likely to encounter fake bills simply because there is more money floating around.

Saved At Last

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: angst & mentions of death 

Word count: 1.528

Summary: Life didn’t stop for Dean after all the tragic things that have happened to him but after a long day a little surprise is waiting for him.

A/N: Dean and the reader deserve a happy ending right? The song “Autumn Tree” inspired me to write this and this is the first time I tried to write without dialogue. I also changed the p.o.v. so it would fit better. This is the last part to this series. Enjoy!

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2

Dean sat on the front porch of the old cabin in the woods while petting the German Shepherd he had named Bo laying beside him. The warm autumn weather surrounded him and he took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the forest. Today felt different for some reason and he couldn’t figure out what it was.

Sunbeams were falling through the trees and his loyal friend moved his head to rest it on his lap.

Many years had passed since the day Dean had found out about the death of his love. 

The world was a lot different now than it had been then; it was now free from all the monsters he had been hunting with his brother for all his life. The gates to hell were closed and Chuck was back. Cas had returned to heaven and Dean rarely got to see his best friend’s face nowadays.The family business had officially retired. 

There were no more vampires roaming through America who needed their heads chopped off or wearwolfes which needed to be killed. The world was finally a safe place thanks to the two brothers who had fought side by side their entire lives.

The bunker was no longer Dean’s home. Nothing seemed like home to him since Sam hadn’t made it on their last hunt together. As they took down the last monster wandering on this earth, he took the hit. 

Dean had always thought that he would be the one to go first. He had imagined a good life for Sam. He had always hoped his little brother would find someone who loved him as much as Y/N had once loved Dean. Before the younger Winchester took his last breath he had told him that he’d be waiting for him just like Y/N had told him all those years ago. Having to let him go right before the finish line had left Dean angry and heartbroken for a long time.

Handling grief wasn’t his best talent.

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