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Kermit performing Talking Heads “Once In A Lifetime”, big suit and all

warning: this is a life changing experience 

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Ed Sheeran Reveals He'll ''Definitely'' Collab With Taylor Swift
E! News spoke to the singer-songwriter on the red carpet

This is music to our ears!

E! News caught up with Ed Sheeran as he walked the 2017 iHeartRadio Music Awards red carpet on Sunday evening in Los Angeles, where he revealed a duet with best friend and fellow pop star Taylor Swift is in the works.

The “Shape of You” singer dished that a collaboration with T. Swift is “definitely” going to happen, though he played coy on any distinct timeline or release date for fans to look forward to. “Certainly in our lifetime,” Sheeran added.

Sheeran, who will perform new music from his latest album Divide onstage at the iHeartRadio Music Awards, has been quite the source of information lately when it comes to Swift’s music career.

“Taylor [Swift] isn’t going to be releasing until probably the end of this year—Christmas is the smartest time to release because that’s when everyone buys records,” he dished during a recent interview with BBC News last week. “So I’ve got a full year of just all Ed, all the time.”

The “Bad Blood” songstress hasn’t released an album since October 2014, when she dropped the Grammy-winning 1989, her fifth major record. Swift did release “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” last December, a duet with Zayn Malik that is featured on the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack.

From The Moment You Wake Up

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

Seventeen’s Hip Hop Unit (Vocal // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Foul Language (Wonwoo), Inequality (S.Coups), Mentions of Death (Vernon)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Welcome to the start of a brand new mini series I like to call: Seventeen Is Going To End Me. What started as a set of drabbles quickly spiraled into 1000+ word fanfiction. I’ll be posting each unit by week, and there is a part 2 for each fic that is either a switched perspective or a “Day After” story, but I will only be posting those based on how many notes Part 1 gets or if requested.

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Royalty AU Masterlist

Even Princes Can Relate -  Phichit got an invitation to Victor Nikiforov’s birthday celebration, and he was taking Yuuri as his plus one. The prince of Petersburg was probably the most amazing person in Yuuri’s opinion. Not once did he think that they could get along so well though.

A King Only Bows Down to His Queen - After all, Yuuri realized how much it was a big scandal in the North Kingdom. Many princesses had tried to court the King, but to no avail. Everyone knew the reason. King Nikiforov had fallen deep to the foreigner’s bewitchment.Yuuri did not care what the others think. He was beyond them all. He might not be from here, but he knew the country as much as them. He might not be a general, but his advice had helped this country. He might be a political prisoner, but he was the only one who can satisfy King Nikiforov—and the whole country was jealous of him.(In which Viktor Nikiforov is a king and Yuuri Katsuki is his beloved mistress).

what’s a king to a god? - And he sits on the king’s throne, heart pounding and hands shaking.Viktor lifts his foot delicately, slipping off his left boot, and places his lips right on the ankle, as if Yuuri was the king and not him.“Good,” Viktor mumbles against his skin, and Yuuri drowns.

Tales of King Viktor Nikiforov and His Mistress
Everyone knows this tale. Centuries ago, there was a prosperous kingdom named the North Kingdom. The kingdom was lead by a king named King Viktor Nikiforov. He is handsome, well-cultured, kind, and loved by people in his country. But of course, when you talked about King Viktor Nikiforov, you can’t forget about his mistress, Yuuri Katsuki from the East, the only person who ever managed to sway Viktor Nikiforov onto his feet.

moonrise -  Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union.

In the Meadow -  Otabek is a newly knighted prince and accidentally upsets the prince of the woods.

Warmth of Love - Prince Yuuri Katsuri wished not the solitude of his cold exterior upon anyone, therefore he submerged himself in a life of solitude that he suffered alone. He wished not his pain on anyone and blamed no one for how he was. He figured that if he didn’t touch anyone, he couldn’t harm anyone.Though in that process, he forgot to get himself that companionship that he desired for everyone else and left himself vulnerable to the claws of loneliness.

Like a Fairytale -  In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri.
(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

Magic!!! On Ice -  Prince Viktor is bored with his life. Routine has taken over his day. Perfection is no longer enough for him. What will it take to breathe some excitement into his life? Maybe a good kick from his brother Yuri, or perhaps a chance meeting with a young wizard, who knows.

The Search for Spring - Yuuri Katsuki would like nothing more than to make his family proud, and maybe one day learn how to control the magic burning under his skin. When he encounters the chance of a lifetime to perform at the wedding of a royal, his path crosses with that of the legendary adventurer and mysterious fourth prince of Corrusva, Victor Nikiforov. From that moment, everything changes.But Prince Victor hides a secret under his cheerful disposition, and it might just relate to the end of the world as they know it. The threat of an eternal winter looms before them. Between fairies, dragons, monsters, and magic, it won’t be enough just to survive. If they can’t band together, it might spell the end of the world as they know it.

These Foreign Lands - Viktor Nikiforov, the crown prince, rules his country with stubbornness and obliviousness, often never willing to listen to anyone around him. It drives Yakov, his advisor, and Yuri, his brother crazy.Nobody has ever been able to change his mind before. Until someone does.

On the Cusp of Dawn -  Otabek had bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he’d set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.
The Prince had frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.
“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince had hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he’d ordered, taking a few more from the basket.
“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek had stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.

Vanilla like scent -  When he was nine, just the day before their trip to Russia, Yuuri wondered for the first time if Victor had to go through the same for the sake of their marriage. Little did Yuuri know that his future husband was not even aware of their union.
Not yet at least.

The Castle Atop the Hill - “I was calling you. I’ve always been calling you.“ Viktor looked up brightly, smiling as if he just explained everything. “And now you’re here.”—
In a cursed land covered in unforgiving ice, Yuuri becomes a knight so that he and his family can survive. In the castle is where he finds Viktor, a prince with a magical gift, whom Yuuri believed could save anyone. But maybe Viktor needs saving too.

Drape me in your warmth -  So Victor being Victor, he kidnaped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for.

Auston Matthews #1 - Gold Medal, Baby!

Originally posted by willynylanders

A/N - ugh i got so carried away while writing this i loved it so much. so yeah, now I have a 5 page document about being a canadian national team diver at the world championships. that doesn’t even mention auston matthews until like the third page. I basically wrote this 2.5k pic about this prompt, realized that ppl are prob not going to want to read about moral courage and determination then cut it down to just the cute sappy parts with ma boi aus. message me if you want the full version, i think it adds to the whole emotional effect of this

for the prompt: Anon: Hi you’re such a good writer! Please can you do one where the reader is a diver for Canada and has her last competition and Auston surprises her?

(also thanks bby <3 i love when i see messages like this)

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As soon as your hands touched the water and your body slipped perfectly in the pool right after, you knew it. You had the performance of a lifetime at the World Diving Championships in Bangladesh and were fighting for first place with this last dive. You couldn’t help the smile that broke onto your face when you knew that you had nailed it. When your face reemerged from the water you were enveloped in the sound of the crowd, which was the first time you really noticed how loud the fans were all meet. You swam to the edge of the pool and pulled yourself up and immediately ran to your coach. He was wiping a tear from his cheek when you practically launched yourself over the barrier to wrap him in a hug. You separated and he held your hands while waiting for the results.

It felt like an eternity. You hopped from foot to foot holding your breath, not caring that now that you were out of the water you were starting to get very cold. When the results came in, you couldn’t even help your reaction: your coach screamed something incoherent in your ear and you jumped into his arms once more in a bone-crushing hug. You could feel the happy tears stinging at your eyes and you stayed in the arms of your coach for a long time. You couldn’t even get your head around it. You did it; you won. You were the World Champion of the Women’s 3m Diving.

“Look behind you,” your coach said when you finally pulled away. You turned around assuming that the camera crew wanted a shot and you gave a big wave and blew a kiss at the camera. “No, behind that. Look at your family.” You scanned the crowd and located them quickly by the sheer volume of their cheers and the almost obnoxious amount of Team Canada apparel they were sporting. A megawatt smile broke out onto your face when you made eye contact with your family and you shot them a thumbs up which they returned. Right when you were about to turn around to go find your best friend on the international circuit, Aifeng Xing from China, who came second and celebrate with her, you noticed him.

Standing right between your parents wearing an obnoxious bandana and Canadian muscle shirt was your boyfriend, Auston Matthews. Your jaw dropped and it took you a second to process what was happening. How did Auston manage to get all the way to Budapest without you knowing? And more importantly, why did Auston take so much time out of his schedule to see you compete?

In that moment, Aifeng wrapped you up in a hug and you held her for a bit, both trading congrats and I love you’s and so happy’s in English and Mandarin. When you separated you wanted nothing more than to run over to your family and boyfriend and share this moment with them but the camera crew lined you, Aifeng, and your American rival Mindy LeRoy up for a picture. You smiled and said congratulations to Mindy, who pretended to be gracious.

You grabbed the towel and clothes from your coach and threw them on to go and run over to your family at last when an interviewer pulled you to the side.

“(Y/N) how do you feel being the first female Canadian diving to win a World Championships, in your last competition no less?” some woman that you vaguely remember seeing at CBC asked you.

“Honestly it’s such a surreal feeling.” you breathed out, “but right now I just really need to go be with my family and boyfriend who flew all the way from Toronto to surprise me.” you managed to force out before running, somewhat childishly, over to where Auston was leaning over the railing. You jumped up to him and he picked you off the ground a bit, arms grasping tight under your shoulders with your arms going around his neck. In the back of your mind you realized that this was going to be all over sports media back home but right now you really didn’t care. You were on top of the world and the only things you could hear was Auston’s voice in your ear saying how proud he was of you and the distant sound of your mom crying and your dad cheering. When you pulled back, Auston set you back on the ground before leaning down some more and kissing you soundly on the lips.

Yep. There go the cameras.

“Gold medal, baby!” he smiled big at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” you shouted up at him

“You really think I would miss this?” he replied, “I love you so much (Y/N) and I am so ridiculously proud of you. But that is also the most nervous I have been in my entire life.”

“I can’t believe you are actually wearing a Canadian flag muscle shirt and maple leaf bandana right now.” you laughed.

“Not gonna lie, it hurt a bit putting it on,” the ever-patriotic Auston laughed, “but I’d do anything for you.”

If you could smile any bigger than you were already, your face would probably threaten to split into two. You moved away and shared an emotional hug and a couple words with your parents and siblings before you were pulled away to finish your interviews. You quickly pulled on the rest of your clothes and re-did your hair while listening to the interviewer’s questions. You answered a couple about the significance of this win and if it changes your plans of retirement. You also answered some more backhanded questions from American media about your long-standing rivalry with Mindy that you smiled through and wished her the best in the rest of her career. Finally came the question about your relationship that you were just waiting for,

“So we saw you run off after your dive to your boyfriend, who is a professional hockey star back home. What is it like having such a large, close, support group like you do?”

“Honestly, I owe all my success to them. I wouldn’t be here today without the sacrifices that my family made for me and I don’t think I can ever truly repay them. As for Auston, I am the luckiest girl in the world for everything that he does. He is truly beyond words.” you gushed producing a chorus of aww’s from the little group of media and some of the fans. After all the questions were asked, you were ushered to the medal ceremony where you got a little more than misty eyed when the Canadian anthem played and you saw the flag raise at the top of the podium.

_X_

“Oh my god, (Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), I need to get your autograph!” Auston exclaimed the next morning when you woke up beside him in the hotel room the next morning.

“Aus, what are you doing? It is too early for me to understand your jokes.” you mumbled while wrapping your arms around his bare torso and snuggling closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return and tucked your head under his chin so that you were flush against him, “You’re famous now! I need to get an autograph so I can sell it on eBay and make tons of money.” he explained.

“Auston.” you sighed, “You are literally the saviour of an Original Six team: you already make more money than you know what to do with, and if you really wanted to sell something on eBay you would make 3 times whatever you could get for something from me by selling something stupid of yours, like your sock.”

“Whatever.” he smiled and placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Mitch has been sending me pictures all day, apparently we are all over TSN now.”

“Oh, really?” you looked up at him, “What are they saying?”

“Just that we are the greatest athlete power couple of our generation. They caught your runaway from your interview to see me all on camera and now everyone is obsessed with us. We inspired a TSN countdown of the greatest relationships in sports.  And apparently there was a really creepy segment from some network i don’t recognize talking about how we need to have babies and train them to be the ultimate athletes. Then the discussion devolved into two middle-aged white dudes arguing about whether or not if we banged and had kids, which country they would compete for.”

“Oh my god.” you laughed into his chest.

“But you want to see my favourite?” he asked

“Mmhmm” you mumbled. Auston reached around you and pulled his phone off the bedside table. When he turned on his phone you could see that the lock screen had changed. Now instead of it being a picture of you too with ice cream on your faces after an impromptu ice cream war, it has been replaced with a new picture you’ve never seen before that makes you gasp. It is taken from the side and shows Auston leaning over the railing and holding you in your still-wet suit and hair still a sloppy mess in a tight hug. The background is faded is faded but the moment of pure happiness and elation is captured in perfect definition and you can see the way you can’t control the grin on your face and Auston’s adoration is written all over his face while he’s kissing your cheek.

“..oh auston…” you smile, “that is incredible.”

“You are incredible babe.” he kisses you on the lips again, “Each and every day I continue to be amazed at what you do.”

You blush and smack his chest playfully, “You’re such a sap.” you giggle.

“Gold medal, baby!”

_X_

yeah so that was really long… oh well! again: message me if you want to read the full version, I personally really like it lol

I can tell you that it was really great having Nina walk in the door. She came to really give her best work. She was excited to see everybody. She wanted to play and have fun and be great and she delivered everything we could have ever asked from her. You know, the perfect tears, the perfect performance, and it was really nice to have her be there and be at the top of her game.
One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Eleven)

Originally posted by bardmehard

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @gawston ; @araceli91103 ; @the7thsilence  ; @blackxthexbeast  ; @hobbithorse19  ; @epicfallenismine

Years ago when sorcery and enchantments were merely legends and fabrications, a family of witches dwelled unseen in the woods of Villeneuve. Their hut, a decomposing pile of fallen trees, straw, and aging stone, was secretive as the townspeople remained in their homes and continued their daily routines. They were oblivious to the peculiar smell of rotting flesh and pungent herbs that billowed out of the chimney like rising fog, and as multiple children went missing throughout the years, Villeneuve began speculating whether or not their provincial town was cursed.

In total, four children were declared missing in Villeneuve and among these victims were two young girls, named Agathe and Vayle by their captor. As their families searched for their whereabouts, the two children, no more than three years old, were confined to the forest where their kidnapper, a powerful witch, raised them as her own daughters. The woman was selective when it came to the children she stole: They must already depict promising signs of witchcraft, they must be from a small family, and they must be younger than five years old. While the two eldest of the missing children excelled in their craft, Agathe and Vayle were limited to the basement where their lonely days consisted of practicing spells as well as chores and assignments their mother instructed. But, the woman couldn’t prevent Agathe and Vayle from growing stronger.

As years passed, Villeneuve suspected that sorcery clung to the town like an ominous rain cloud; There was no other explanation for the strange disappearances. As volunteers searched the village, castle, and woods, the hut was eventually discovered. Easily camouflaged, the exterior of the hideout was surrounded by twisting and warped branches and hanging animal carcasses that reeked of fresh blood. The villagers could taste the metallic bitterness in their mouths as they advanced towards the broken front door. To their discovery, as they opened the door, their sights beheld a wretched old woman huddled around a cauldron that bubbled and brewed with an emerald mist. Her two eldest daughters, unrecognizable with age, spoke poetically with incantations as they were wrestled to the ground by the angry mob. When the three witches were immediately hanged outside of their hut, the satisfied townspeople neglected the two frightened girls cowering in the basement underneath the floorboards. Convinced the children were murdered by the three witches, the townspeople lost all hope of finding them; Agathe and Vayle were soon forgotten.

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Overwatch: Jesse changes his name | Gabe makes a call

My apologies for this taking so long…

Author’s Notes:
1) Again, I am sorry this took so long to write. Life’s been weird.
2) Lori and Sandy are nurses that used to be my nurses. The things they say in the story are either verbatim quotes or akin to what they said.
3) Heacanon abounds
4) @one-doesnt-simply-walk-in-bagend, I hope you enjoy this! Your comments on my previous McCree and Reyes stories made me want to write something just for you!
5) I know this isn’t how name-changes actually happen - I took literary liberties.
6) I hope you enjoy this

Wordcount: 5150-ish
Copyright: Overwatch and its characters belong to Blizzard. OCs belong to me.


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A New Kind Of Attack

From this request: Sam x reader angst&fluff fic, where y/n has powers like Dr Strange (like she uses her own soul energy to cast spells etc) and she uses them to confront Lucifer, but the fight leaves her so exhausted and she barely made it out alive.

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There were only three syllables that struck fear to the very core of your being. And the fear wasn’t so much about you… but about Sam.

Lucifer.

With his return, the Winchesters were on high-alert. They were tracking his every move, discussing and re-discussing every plan that Lucifer could have come up with. They joined forces with Crowley and Cas and Rowena, reaching into every nook and cranny they could think of. They were implementing every weapon in their arsenal.

Except one.

While they’d known you for a while (almost seven years, to be exact), they didn’t know every secret you held.

You weren’t sure how it happened. You weren’t sure why you were the only one you knew of. You weren’t sure the exact reaches of your powers.

All you knew was that you had them.

You were a designated freak, a comic-book-hero living in the real world.

The first time you’d done it, it’d terrified you. You’d thought it was a dream, but there was evidence that you’d actually astral projected. Of course, you didn’t know the name for it at the time. But once it happened again and again and again, you started to do some research. You typed in your ‘symptoms’ and found a basic diagnosis.

Of course, that diagnosis was only pertinent to fictional people. But you did find some links that led to other ‘abilities’ held by these characters.

Feeling like a right git, you attempted some of them. Most of them didn’t work, but for some reason, telekinesis did. The book flew across the room; it startled you so much that you ducked, letting the book crash into the wall.

The next time you astral projected (with a little help from the internet, you learned to somewhat control it), you attempted your telekinesis.

It worked.

Little by little, you found yourself opening up a whole new world for yourself. As proud as you were of your new found talents and the accomplishments you made with them, you kept them to yourself.

But you couldn’t do that any longer.

You’d heard the stories and witnessed the tail-end of the terror Lucifer had inflicted upon Sam. Sam was strong, but you weren’t sure he could go another round with the archangel.

Upon finding that Lucifer’s new vessel was a Vince Vincente, the boys set up a plan to try and take him down at his next stop. Everyone was on board with this idea.

Except you.

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“Are you going to be all right here?” Sam asked.

You shook your head slightly, snapping out of your daze. That damn jacket-and-white-t-shirt combination was making it very hard for you to concentrate (even with such impending doom at the boys going to meet Lucifer). “What?”

Sam’s brow creased slightly. “You’re not getting sick, are you? You’ve been spacey all day.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I just…”

‘Have been planning how to attack Lucifer to save you?’

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go against him.”

“We have to.”

“Then let me go with you. I can help.”

“You know I can’t do that, Y/N. It’s too dangerous.” Sam stepped toward you, gently laying a hand on your stomach. “Too dangerous for both of you,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his chest, knowing he was right. Finding out you were pregnant had been a pleasant turn of events for both of you, but it had put a crimp in hunting. “Promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Of course,” Sam said, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “I’ve got Dean and Cas and Crowley on my side. And rumor has it that this vessel is already losing power.”

You nodded, feeling a little better.

“I’ll call you as soon as we’re done,” Sam promised.

Dean stepped into the room at that moment, dressed in his own rock star getup. “You ready, Sam?”

Sam nodded, pressing his fingers a little harder into your stomach before stepping away. The two of you hadn’t told Dean yet, having been a little busy with the archangel’s return. “Let’s go.”

“You sure you don’t want to come, Y/N?” Dean asked. He’d noticed that you’d taken a step back but he didn’t seem to have put two and two together yet.

You shook your head. “I’m feeling a little too crampy to be of much use.” The irony in your excuse was not missed by you or Sam.

Dean grimaced slightly. “Who knows, maybe you could just… bleed on him, make him give up.”

Sam smacked Dean on the shoulder. “We’ll be back later, Y/N.”

“Go get him. Make him pay.”

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You sat on the bed, cross-legged, eyes closed. You slowed your breathing, picturing the fight that was going to take place.

The smallest fear began to form in the back of your mind. Your hand drifted down to your stomach. None of the research said anything about trying astral projection while pregnant. But you knew you had to try.

‘If I feel anything out of the ordinary, I’ll stop,’ you told yourself.

You calmed yourself, counting your breathing. You felt your heart rate slow. You pictured the club where the performance was about to take place.

‘The performance of a lifetime,’ you thought, steeling yourself for the fight of your life.

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Sam tried to hold the doors, the rush of people running under his arms. The doors slammed shut, leaving him and Dean in the locked room with Lucifer.

Sam turned back to the stage, the rock star he used to love standing before him, his eyes though lined with thick black eyeliner still conveying that there was something (someone) else inside of that body.

Cas tried to get a leg up, but Lucifer struck him down. And then, from the other side of the stage, a speaker flew through the air and smashed into Lucifer.

All eyes were on the shimmering figure standing stage left.

“Y/N?” Sam said, staring at the figure he recognized but was having a hard time believing.

Lucifer flicked his wrist, trying to knock you down just like he did with Cas, but your figure remained strong. With a wave of your hand, another speaker flew through the air. Lucifer’s own strength sent it back to you, passing through your chest.

“Y/N!”

Your figure flickered, static-y like a poor television reception. You staggered back, taking a moment to regain composure.

“What the hell?” Dean asked his brother. “How… how is she doing that?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know. But we have to help her.”

Before the Winchesters could get to you, Lucifer squeezed his hand into a fist. Your figure flickered a few more times before disappearing completely.

Sam rushed the stage, wanting nothing more than to pummel Lucifer into the ground. But Dean grabbed his brother’s arm, holding him back.

“Look,” he said with a nod toward Lucifer.

The vessel was decaying, practically melting before their eyes. Vince opened his mouth and a bright light shot out, the corpse collapsing to the ground.

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Sam ran into the motel room, the door bashing into the wall. He crossed over to the bed where you were stretched out, eyes closed. “Y/N?!”

You slowly opened your eyes. “Sam?”

“Y/N, are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine, Sam. I just… I’m tired.” You struggled to push yourself up, wincing. Pulling the neck of your shirt down, you saw a large bruise forming on your chest. Strange—you’d never received an injury from any of your astral projections before.

‘I’ve also never gone up against Lucifer before,’ you thought to yourself.

“Y/N,” Sam whispered, trailing his eyes and fingers across the bruise.

“I’m fine, Sam.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded.

“And…?”

You gave Sam a smile. While it was still too early to feel the baby, you’d read so much about mother’s intuition and you knew that if something had gone wrong, you would have felt it. But your heart still fluttered upon thinking about the little creature inside of you. Deep down, you knew it was still alive and well. “We’re fine.”

Sam’s hand dropped to your stomach again, his fingers curling, protecting what he couldn’t yet feel.

“What the hell?” Dean asked, stepping into the room. “Is that, like… some weird menstrual power you get or something?”

You laughed slightly. “No, Dean.”

“Then what?”

You shrugged. “I’ve been able to do it all my life, basically. It just sort of… happens. But I’ve been working on refining it.”

“You shouldn’t have done it,” Sam said, his concern now turning into parental disapproval.

“I don’t know,” Dean said. “I thought it was kind of cool.”

You smiled as you suppressed a yawn. Your fingers traced lightly over the deepening bruise on your chest.

“You get some sleep,” Sam said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

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Chris performing Adventure of a Lifetime acoustically for Kaleidoscope 5

Oak x Reader: The Grammy’s

Request: Can you maybe write one for Oak?

Requester: @the-short-one-1

Word Count: 732

Warnings: Implied sex


You were living your dream. Dancing on a Broadway stage and in a show like Hamilton was all you had thought about since you were a kid performing in your elementary school’s talent show. Every hour of every rehearsal had been worth it.

You met Lin when you were performing in a workshop of a smaller show downtown. He came, loved your performance, and then offered you the role of a lifetime in the new workshop of Hamilton. Ever since then, you stayed with the show. It was Grammy season, and your incredible cast was about to find out if they had won their category.

Backstage, you stood with your long time best friend, Okieriete Onaodowan, and waited for the results in your costumes. You had just finished your performance of ‘Alexander Hamilton’, and the energy backstage was exhilirating. You were at an ultimate high.

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Move

Originally posted by markjin

MATURE

Warnings: Threesome, public.

“Okay, I really love this song but I want to know who in the hell chose it for us to dance to.”

Mark nodded his agreement and glanced up from his cell phone. “JYP’s not known for being super tame but this is a bit much,” he sighed.

Jackson, who had been practicing a particular move he couldn’t seem to get, tugged the snapback off of his head and ran a hand through his hair. “At least it’s going to be an interesting stage,” he laughed as he joined the two of you in the corner for a break. “Think we’ll rival that Troublemaker stage?”

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