point diner

If you missed the stream its all good.  This is what I drew up last night with the few that attended.  Here are some bullet points of “The Diner” idea that I made up for Dipcifica. 

  • Dipper and Pacifica go to the same university
  • Dipper is double majoring in physics and engineering.
  • Pacifica is undeclared. 
  • Pacifica took over the family funds and spent it to help fix Gravity Falls, leaving her with little college funds.  
  • The Northwest mansion has been changed into a hotel but is still owned by the Northwest name. 
  • Pacifica works at a local diner to help pay for college expenses.     
  • Dipper goes to the Diner to study and occasionally eat.
  • Pacifica and Dipper first meet at the diner after Pacifica asked if he wanted coffee.
  • Small talk leads to longer conversations and they slowly become good friends. 
  • Dipper helps Pacifica decide what she should declare her major as and she chooses Political Science.  

There’s more parts to this idea but I’m cleaning it up still.  This is what I have in mind though. ^_^

Between The Lines

Title: Between The Lines

Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below). 

This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The sounds of birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you, drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor, you didn’t mind.

You’d always been fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.

So, you ignored the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.

“There you are. Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.

Titling your head, you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling a quick thank you as your fingers brushed against his.

“Well, technically, it’s not much of a difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”

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Excuse Me

Originally posted by xmadxmariax

Request: Could you maybe done one where your a fan of supernatural and you got to a con and meet Jensen and like he really likes you and he’s like trying to find out who you are and idk that’s all I got…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Fluffy flirty Jensen…

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My daughter is so fucking rude I’m so proud she so salty some old lady was making fun of her hair passive like ur not very princess like with that haircut and my daughter doesn’t talk much but she fucking stood up over the booth at the diner and pointed and said but my face not melting like that and I died right then and there

Milton’s 50′s diner and second service - chapter 1

RATING: mature
RELATIONSHIP: Lucifer/Sam Winchester
WORDS: 1090
: human!au, vintage vibes but modern setting, fluff fluff fluff
SUMMARY: The Winchesters are travelling along the road sixty six and stop for a meal. How typical of Dean to choose a 50’s diner for it. The town’s vintage vibes make them stay for a little longer. Sam gets a job at the diner for the summer.Love is in the air. People say they put some in the water too
A/N: a big thank you to my beautiful beta readers @spnyoucantkeepmedown @i-bleed-salt

TAG: @wearemykingdom @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @samwise-the-true-hero @glitchygrin @annechuu @tattooedluci @thanatosdementor @purrfectmochi @whatisitlikeinyourfunnylilbrains @samiferarchive @samifer-trash @savagearchangelforthewin @azraphele @samlicker83  @headcanonsofthesupernatural @godhatesmichael

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  • Usopp: I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Syrup Village where I grew up. I went to a place called the Salt & Pepper Diner, uh, with my best friend Kaya. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, okay? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 berries and selected 21 plays of of Tom Jones’s What’s New Pussycat. And then we ordered and waited.
  • Here’s the thing about when, uh, What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.’ It’s ‘hey, What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played What’s New Pussycat FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
  • Now, Kaya and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his coffee cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
  • BWAAAH BWAAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend Kaya and what a genius she was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the What’s New Pussycats alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then Kaya says to me ‘Hey hey hey before you punch in another What’s New Pussycat let’s drop in one It’s Not Unusual.’
  • Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven What’s New Pussycats. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, IT’S NOT UNUSUAL and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like being united under the World Government all over again. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats. It’s true. Dead honest.
  • And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. It’s Not Unusual fade out. It’s dead quiet. BWAAAH BWAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some crap as always.’
  • They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.
Road Trip

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: The title is self explanatory.

Word Count: 2,968

Warnings: Language, Light grinding, Light M/M 

A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight. 

Originally posted by amor-delirium

You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.

“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s content.  

“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but giggle.

After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the driveway.

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Just A Day

a/n: the only concert I went to for Shawn didn’t have a soundcheck- it was Hershey a couple weeks ago. So I apologize if anything’s wrong :)

Slipping on your sneakers, you grabbed your phone and followed your boyfriend out of the tour bus. “What’re we doing today, baby?” You asked, grabbing his hand.

“I was thinking a nice walk over to that diner across the street to get breakfast? Then I need to do my soundcheck. But after that I don’t have anything till the show.” Shawn pointed to the small diner that looked like it belonged in an old movie.

“Ooh! I like that idea!” You smiled, always in the mood for breakfast. It was still pretty early, so there wasn’t a problem with fans lining up quite yet.

There had to be at most twelve people in the diner, including you and Shawn. “Your waitress will be right with you.” The elderly hostess smiled, laying two menus down on the table. Shawn sat on one side of the booth, and you on the other.

“Do you even need to look at the menu? Aren’t you getting pancakes?” Shawn asked, smirking.

“You know me so well, babe.” You giggled, flipping to the back where the long list of pancakes and waffles were. “Maybe I’ll get apple pancakes.” You mumbled to yourself, knowing you’d cave and get chocolate chip ones like always.

A woman who looked around the age of Shawn’s mother walked over. “Good morning, could I start you guys off with some coffee?” She smiled, gesturing to the coffee pot in her hand.

“Yes, please.” You smiled, and Shawn nodded. Once she poured the coffee, she whipped out a tablet. “Do you need a couple minutes to look over the menu?”

“No, I think we’re ready.” Shawn smiled. “I would like the breakfast quesadilla, please.” He ordered, closing his menu and looking at you.

“Um, the chocolate chip pancakes, please.” You felt your cheeks flush, and the waitress nodded and took the menus.

Shawn clucked his tongue as he slipped his phone out. “So predictable.” He joked, opening snapchat and taking a photo of you with the dog filter. “Babe, look how cute you look!” He added the snap to his story and added s cute caption before showing you.

After breakfast, the two of you headed back to the arena, hand-in-hand. “Look at the line!” You pointed to the line of girls who were most likely waiting for the meet and greet.

One of the girls must’ve noticed the two of you, because they began screaming and waving. Shawn laughed, waving back. “I love you!” He yelled, and the girls all screamed back.

“C'mon, you gotta do your soundcheck.” You dragged your boyfriend inside to do the soundcheck.

After his private soundcheck, the two of you got ready for his meet and greet. John was talking to the security guards, about how the fans should line up, so Shawn took the moment to wrap his arms around your waist. “Love you.”

“Right back at ya.” You smiled, spinning around in his arms.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” Shawn smiled, love in his eyes.

A cough tore his gaze away from you, and John stood there with his arms crossed. “At least wait till after the meet and greet, guys.” He smiled, handing you the all-access pass you forgot to put on earlier. “Now, let’s get this meet and greet going.”

You sat on the stage, scrolling away on your phone as you waited for Shawn to finish his meet and greet. “You look lonely.” Shawn said, sitting across from you on the floor.

“How was the meet and greet?” You asked, locking your phone.

He smiled, you always wanted to know about the meet and greets. “It was fun, lots of girls say hi.” He chuckled, looking at his watch. “You gonna stick around for the soundcheck?”

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled, “I’ll always watch you sing.” You leant forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. “Especially since your face gets so bright when the fans sing your lyrics. It’s really cute.” You commented.

Neither of you noticed the fans had started to enter into their seats, until Shawn pressed his lips to yours and the fans all screamed.

Jumping away, you laughed. “That kinda ruined the moment. Have fun, rocker boy.” You slipped to the side of the stage, and Shawn blew a kiss in your direction before standing up and grabbing his guitar. “You guys ready for an amazing soundcheck?!” He asked, and the fans all let out screams again.

a/n: I’m a sucker for the fluff, what can I say? but really, request things!! I have another one planned, but ideas would be fantastic!!

Just; C.H. 4

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“What the fuck is wrong with my head?” I groan loudly, slapping one of the fluffy sofa pillows over my head to evade the incoming sunlight. I hear a dry groan to my right and I know Sarah is experiencing the same difficulties as I am, probably hangover and regretting earlier life choices. 

“Come on it can’t be that bad.” Sherilyn chirps happily and I want to throw my phone at her face, hopefully breaking her nose. 

“You puked your guts out last night, of course you feel fine.” Sarah barks back and immediately after groans loudly. After I had tumbled asleep last night, Sarah and I had been alternating about getting up to hold Sherilyn’s hair while she puked her guts out. The first time I joined in, not standing the sound she made as she tried to get the gin tonic out of her system, desperately.

“I’m going to die, I’m sure of it.” I laugh dryly, turning onto my back and throwing my arm over my closed eyes. “Water and aspirin.” Sherilyn nudges me and I slide the pill past my lips and sit up long enough to swallow a bit of water to get it down smoothly before dropping back onto the sofa softly, eyes squeezed closed tiredly as I listen to my shallow breathing.

“Could you give me a ride home? I really want a shower.” Sherilyn wearily asks as I feel the sofa dent near my head, her small hand landing on my hair to tangle the knots out. “Shower here and leave me the fuck alone.” I groan loudly, slapping her leg with my right hand and trying to push her away without moving another inch. Of course she’d want a ride home. Of course she had to pester me about it, even though Sarah was perfectly capable of getting Sherilyn home, seeing as how she’d have to leave eventually.

“I want my strawberry shampoo. Come on, I’ll buy you breakfast.” I know for a fact that bacon and eggs will cure this amazing hangover. I contemplate it for just a few seconds, groaning loudly as I turn on my side, slowly opening my eyes again.

“You won me over. Let’s go. I’m going to change.” I push myself up with my hands, crawling out of the sofa and waddling upstairs for a change of shirt. My hair is up into a messy bun on top of my head and a pair of sunglasses is in my back pocket to shield my sore eyes from the sunlight. 

“You look like shit.” Sarah laughs. “Oh looks who decided to show the living all of a sudden.” I smirk and am quick to dodge the pillow that is swung my way. “You coming?” I question as I grab my car keys from the bowl, Sherilyn already by the door, looking like she’s about to perform the walk of shame in her dress and her hair unruly sticking in every possible direction.
“Nah, heading home for a nap.”

I follow Sherilyn out of the door and stop in my tracks to hiss once from the harsh sunlight. “Don’t act like you’re a vampire. You’ll live.” Sherilyn chuckles and I groan loudly, shuffling tiredly towards my battered car. I miss the times when I was younger when I would never get a headache after a night of heavy drinking, or where my stomach wouldn’t be upset at all. But those are bygone era.

“Oh stop here. They have great pancakes.” Sher points to a little diner on our left, seeming almost deserted. My kind of place. Especially now that I feel like a sumo wrestler has been dancing the Macarena on my back all night.
I make a sharp turn and roughly step on the breaks, Sherilyn groaning as she roughly is spiralled forwards but gets pulled back by the seat belt.
“That’s for waking me at shit dawn.” I laugh and kill the engine, already getting out of the car before she replies. “It’s almost eleven!”

“We’re in college, that is fucking early.” I laugh as I push the glass door open, the little bell above me chiming its shrill noise making me wince. “That’s for being mean to me.” She points her finger accusingly in my face, evil grin masking her normal cute features before skipping over to one of the booths near the window. It’s eerily quiet and then my gaze meets his. Calum and his posse of three are on the other side, eyeing us while they pick at their meals.

I take my sunglasses off, wandering after Sher after awkward eye contact with Calum. I was still rather disappointed by his actions from yesterday. I somewhat was into a one night stand to celebrate ending another year of college. I would never think it would be with someone like Calum, but it seemed as if I had a chance last night. I slide into the booth, resting my head on the plush red cushioning while letting out a tiny grunt. “Not a great start of the summer.” I breathe out, crossing my arms over my chest as I listen to Sherilyn scoff.

“I thought that party was rather dashing.” I shriek and immediately my hands fly to my temples to rub them, glaring at Ashton who was now leaning beside my head. “Hi to you too Ashton. So great to see you again this fine morning.” I huff out, I know deep down I should grant him a smile but his unexpected voice in my ear, followed by my shriek, gave me a new sense of headache all together. I glare at him as I turn my body to his lounging frame.
“Auwtch, Y/n. That hurt my tiny feelings.” Ashton smirks as he lays his hand over his heart, winking before turning to my friend in front of me.

“Sherilyn, lovely to see you again. How are you?” I think he swoons her off of her feet when I hear the tiny giggle and see the blush creeps onto her cheeks. “Yo Y/n, see you found your friend.” Michael appears besides me, beaming brightly at the both of us.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“I wondered what happened after.” I sit up more straight and turn to Michael for an easier conversation.

“Oh we went home. Hangover is being a bitch.” I laugh, both boys laughing alone as well before we’re interrupted. “You done? We have shit to do.” Calum appears now, sunglasses resting on his nose and a scowl on his lips.
I raise my eyebrows, my lips set into a thin line as I see Ash and Michael raise to their feet warily. “I’ll see you around, Y/n.” Ashton squeezes my shoulder and heads off, Luke and Michael following closely behind but Calum seems to linger for a tad longer.

I can’t see his eyes due to the sunglasses but I see the smile he grants my way and his teeth sinking into his plump bottom lips before he turns, his fingers threading through his unruly locks. He disappears through the door and my eyes follow him for as long as possible before I turn to a wide eyed Sherilyn. Why is he such an attractive human specimen whom I have had the pleasure to meet? Why do I want him this bad? If I had never spoken a word to him, it would’ve just been one of those silent crushes where you swoon from a decent distance.
“What was that about?”

“That was nothing. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I understand my brain shutting off during an exam but this is shit to a whole new level.” I groan loudly, smiling at the waitress who places a cup of coffee in front of me, both Sher and I ordering bacon and eggs to cure our hangover.

“You’re crushing on Calum, aren’t you?” I roll my eyes as I bring the hot cup to my lips, blowing steadily to get the surface to cool. “I thought you knew that, with all the teasing lately.” Sherilyn’s eyes widen before she shakes her head rapidly, her fingers clutching the side of the table. “We were only joking, because, well yeah. I didn’t know you actually liked him!” I shush her almost immediately, my hands waving in front of her face to shut her up.

“Nobody has to know Sher, please keep it down. It doesn’t matter, Calum isn’t the dating type, I am not the dating type, he has enough busty blondes for his one nighters.” Now it’s time for Sherilyn to roll her eyes at my words, her own hands curling around her blood hot cup. “You dated, remember Sam?”
“Well, do you think Calum would be the right guy for me to date?” I raise an eyebrow and I can’t contain my smirk when I see Sherilyn’s smug grin disappear into a frown where her lips are in a thin line as she tries to form a decent response in her head.

“Uh – I don’t know. Probably not. Doesn’t mean you can’t try and find out. Who knows.” I smile and grin even brighter when I see the waitress approach with my food, immediately taking a bite off of a strip of bacon as soon as it’s placed in front of me.
“I really love your naivety Sher. But please, keep this between us for now?”

Part 5

Imagine: Supernatural and Gilmore Girls crossover.

Gilmore Girls loveable character Dean was actually Sam Winchester all along and the boys are forced to go on a hunt that leads them straight into Stars Hollow, where Sam runs into Rory and Rory’s new best friend—you.

Dean x Reader
Sam x Rory


Dean rode through the little town. Sam tried not looking around, ashamed that he remembered every little detail of Stars Hollow. This was a place he thought he could leave behind forever—but not because he wanted to. There was a very special girl in this town.

Parking the black Impala, Dean slid out of the car and chuckled at the small town. It was cute, nice, and quiet at this time of night. Some shop keepers were closing up and walking home.

Sam pointed at the diner across the street; Luke’s Diner. It still held the title and the same flowers out front as it did all those years ago. It was amazing how little things have changed.

“Good, I’m starved.” Dean rubbed his stomach, grinning from ear-to-ear, and crossed the street without a second thought, leaving Sam there to take a few deep breaths to prepare himself for the wrath of Luke.


“Why don’t we grab a burger at Luke’s before the movie?” Rory suggests as the two of you walk down the street, arms linked together.

You purse your lips, but nod in agreement. “Sounds like a plan. Hey, do you think Derek will be there?” You felt a blush creeping up your neck. Derek was a local that paid you absolutely no attention. You found yourself drawn to him.

Rory gave you the look, the very look you gave her just before she made a huge mistake a few weeks ago and asked out the hot traveller. It was the warning look.

“Fine.” You raise your hands and open the door for Rory, who thanked you and stepped inside Luke’s diner. This time of night, Luke’s only had a few people sitting around. Usually you and Rory and maybe a teenager or two studying into the night.

Tonight, there were no teenagers with books opened on their table. Tonight, two grown men sat in the corner, talking in hushed voices and keeping their heads low. You caught a glimpse of one and noticed a scar crossing his cheek.

“Usual, ladies?” Luke was standing there, notepad in hand. He had just finished serving the two men and now stood at the counter, making a fresh pot of coffee.

“Yes, extra coffee.” You nod and take a seat at the counter. Rory follows you and peels her jacket off her arms. You keep yours on, thinking it’s a bit chilly in here, which didn’t surprise you.

Again, you glance over at the men. The one with the scar happened to look up, meeting your eyes. You gasp and look away, feeling slightly embarrassed for staring into such beautiful green eyes.

Luke sat two cups of coffee down, startling you. “You okay?” He asks, eyebrow raised. You only nod before taking a gulp of the excruciating hot liquid, burning every inch of your mouth.

Rory was saying something to Luke about her mother, telling him how she was and the normal small talk. You feel like taking another chance and look over. Both of the boys are looking over now.

The second one wasn’t looking at you, but at Rory, his eyes widened and his mouth forming a perfect O. You start to wonder what he’s thinking when he shouts, “Rory!”

Your best friend jumps beside you, having to lean back in her seat to view the strange man calling her name. Both you and Green Eyes shared a look of confusion as Rory and his partner jumped up, running to each other and Rory disappeared into a hug.

Rory pulls away from the stranger and begins talking to him as if they were old friends. You start to feel a little left out when she finally turns to you and says, “Sam, this is my friend, Y/N. This is Sam, the guy I told you about.” Rory was grinning unlike you’ve ever seen her.

You wave a little, unsure of how to handle this situation. If you were correct, this was the boy that broke her heart many years ago and ran off to go on some hunting trip.

“Rory, Y/N, this is my brother, Dean.” Sam turned to Green Eyes. Dean said hi to Rory and turned to you, winking and making heat grow in your cheeks. What was it about this guy?

“What brings you back to Stars Hollow?” Rory looks up at Sam.

Dean answers from the table, still not taking his eyes off you. You start to feel butterflies in your stomach as the corner of his mouth twitches up and those eyes of his linger on yours. “We have a little job here.”

“Return to Sender” - Kurt/Blaine

Kurt’s shifts at the Spotlight Diner keep turning into complete trainwrecks, and it’s all the hot UPS guy’s fault. Sort of. (Though, in all fairness, Kurt has always had certain weakness for men in uniforms.)

Based on an adorable anon prompt <3

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Rachel drops a pen. That’s how it starts.

Kurt’s on his way to one of his tables with a pot of hot coffee and a strawberry milkshake for the father/daughter pair seated near the front of the Spotlight Diner. The day has been steady so far, no problem customers, nothing too crazy or out of the ordinary to speak of.

Until he hears it.

It isn’t Rachel’s over-dramatically surprised, “Oh, how clumsy of me!” that catches Kurt’s attention, or even the heavy thud of a box being set on the floor. It’s the sweet laugh and rich, low, “Allow me” that does it.

Kurt glances towards the door just in time to spot a full, round ass and muscular thighs in a pair of snug brown shorts. The UPS guy, bent over in front of a very pleased-looking Rachel, has set down the heavy cardboard box he’s delivering to retrieve the stylus for his signing pad.

Kurt bangs into his intended table with a loud, metallic rattle as the table scratches a couple inches across the floor. The milkshake slips from his fingers and falls to the tabletop, splattering thick pink liquid and whipped cream all over the surface.

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ANOTHER IDEA! Bucky has been frequenting the local VA since he got back from the war, and decides to invite Sam’s cute friend to be his date to his family’s thanksgiving dinner

Title: What a Bright Time, It’s the Right Time


“That sounds really nice, Buck. I’d love to come by.”

Bucky lights up at that, and if Steve thought the smile on his face earlier was breathtaking, the way Bucky’s beaming at him now might actually kill him, it’s so gorgeous. 

“Really? You wanna come?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Steve laughs, placing a hand on Bucky’s forearm and squeezing gently before removing it. He hopes the wistful look on Bucky’s face isn’t just his imagination. “I do.”

In which Bucky invites Steve to his parents’ for Christmas so that he doesn’t have to spend the holiday alone.

Thank you @kiriei for the lovely prompt and for being good enough to let me turn it into a Christmas ficlet. 

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Happy Belated Birthday @shouto! Sorry this took so long!!;;

Flower Shop Next To Tattoo Parlor AU is still one of my favorite tododeku AUs, and i know it’s been like 7 months since we collaborated on it, but i wanted to surprise you with it haha

also here is written piece bc i never know when to stop

He had just finished his shift, removing his apron, bandana, and other belongings and placing them into his messenger bag. He left the staff room in the back of the flower shop with a wave “goodbye” to his fellow employee, Momo, as he exited from the front enterance.

Shouto never really had any particular interest in flowers. He just needed money, really. Thankfully the job paid pretty well for doing nothing but plant maintenance and wrapping bouquets for customers, and he got to work with his closest friend who helped him get the job in the first place. Despite those perks, it was always a slow day and he always found himself dozing off when there was nothing to do. But he doesn’t plan to quit, not with the tattoo parlor next door.

Or the very attractive tattoo artist that works there.

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Appetite for Destruction (Part 11)

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Characters: Dean x Reader, Cas

Word Count: 2243

Summary: The reader has left Kansas and started a life on the Pacific Coast.  She’s beginning to sort out her life when Dean shows up at her front door.  

Warnings: Angst

A/N:  Okay, Part 11.  I never ever planned on writing more.  But I love you all and I’m not totally ready to say good bye.  But I am beyond nervous that I’m going to fuck it up.  Oh, yeah…and you read that correctly.  Cas is in this now.  Who would have thought…

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“Just a minute,” she shouted.  The knock came again, insistent, and she groaned. She clutched her hand to her stomach as she left the bathroom, the threat of vomiting still close.  The knock came a third time and she wrenched the door open, annoyed at the intrusion on her day off.  She froze.

“Dean,” she breathed.

He looked as if he had driven all night.  Clothes rumpled, eyes blood shot and there was such a wild desperation to him that made her ache.

“You just left,” he said breathlessly, looking at her as if she were a ghost.  “Sam said you’d moved out.  You didn’t answer my calls.  I didn’t know what happened.  I didn’t know if you were alright.”  He reached a hand out to touch her face and she turned her jaw away.

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Yongguk and Coffee ^__^

Originally posted by myunqdae

I’m still doing these, in case anyone wanted to send in a drabble request~ :)

“I understand why you want to go out late at night. I also understand why you like dates at home. But for the life of me, I will never understand why you’re dragging me around at five in the morning. Yongguk, nothing is even open this early.”

Yongguk laughed as you continued to pout. He knew that you were anything but a morning person. In fact, if he got you out of bed on an off-day before ten, he considered himself lucky. But being that he himself was a morning person, he knew that there were so many things you missed when you slept in.

And today, on his rare free day, he wanted to show you some of those things.

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Your Last Call - Stitchers Fic

I realized I hadn’t posted some of my older stuff to Tumblr. This takes place during 1x08 Fire in the Hole and was written just after that episode aired. It’s an alternate scene/ending.

Also available to read on AO3 and FFN

Cameron drums his fingers on the table. He feels utterly useless as he watches Kirsten type furiously at the computer. Now is really not the time for personal questions, but one gnaws away at him anyway.

Kirsten’s refusal to call Liam rubbed Cameron the wrong way. At first he couldn’t figure out why. What possible reason can he have for wanting to hear their final, heartfelt goodbyes? Is that really how he wants to spend his last hours?  He blames this completely illogical feeling on his fever. It is turning everything upside down and inside out.

All of the puzzle pieces fall together when Cameron presses Kirsten about making the call a third time. He starts to tell her how devastated he would be if he were in Liam’s shoes. The admission doesn’t come out though. The idea that she could die and he wouldn’t get the chance to say goodbye absolutely slays Cameron. It nearly suffocates him, choking out any rational thought.

“Would you have called me?”

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"Just admit it; we're lost" with Derek hale please?

“Just admit it, we’re lost.” You crossed your arms, leaning a shoulder against the window, staring at Derek. He had been driving you two around for the past hour trying to find some inconspicuous little house that apparently might hold some clues about the monster you were currently dealing with…ugh, it wasn’t even like he got lost and you were on a date at least you’d be able to waste time fooling about. But he was in work mode…

“We are not lost.”  He gritted his teeth, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. Unlike most people you weren’t afraid of Derek when he threw a hissy fit…mainly because you’d been dating him for 3 years and if you still couldn’t handle him then who could?!

“Yes we are.” He was stubborn as a mule and aggressive to boot. His manly pride apparently refused to admit that yes he was crap at navigating and that yes he got you lost. 

“We. Are. Not. Lost.” Each word was growled out and it was becoming more and more amusing to watch his attempts at deny the fact that you were in fact lost on the outskirts of Beacon Hills at night.  

“We’ve passed that diner 5 times in the last hour.” You pointed out. The diner in question was one of the few sources of light on the circular track of road Derek had decided to drive you down. 

He brought the car to a stop outside the diner, finally conceding defeat. He stepped out the car intent on getting directions, but not before sticking his head through the window. “…fine…we’re lost. Happy now?”