put away your phones at live shows

This Is War [2]

Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p) 

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 755

Warnings: None; Bucky is kind of an ass I guess.

A/N: Here is part 2! Please let me know what you think so far!! xo

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anonymous asked:

Howdy! I was wondering if you could do the RFA + the minor trios reaction to a MC that loves to record things just in case something funny happens or always seems to be taking pictures of embarrassing things their S/O is doing. I hope this is explained well enough ✨

don’t worry, this is explained plenty well enough! :)

707: 

  • He’s all about it because HE’S TOTALLY LIKE THAT TOO
  • More than anything it turns into a blackmail war
  • Posting embarrassing pictures and videos to the chatroom
  • Placing fake spiders in the bathroom for that reaction money shot
  • Don’t you dare fall asleep in the car, because that picture will be out of your hands before you even know it
  • Phones are always within grabbing distance
  • Because you never know when Saeyoung will sneeze into his food
  • Or fall asleep onto his keyboard
  • And you’d be a fool if you thought Saeyoung would ever play fair
  • You’d better get that picture out quick, and hopefully someone’s there right away to see it
  • Because it’ll be gone the moment he sees it
  • With no traces left and a million CCTV screenshots of you to make up for it

ZEN:

  • Oh man he loves it
  • Did you really expect anything different?
  • Whenever he sees you with your phone out he stops what he’s doing to smile for the camera
  • Even though he still looks good from any angle
  • damn beautiful handsome narcissist
  • “Hey babe no do it again I wasn’t looking”
  • “That’s the point, Hyun”
  • Mr. Selfie King loves snapping a quick one with you while you’re posting it
  • Or even while you’re filming him
  • This post comes to mind immediately LMAO
  • Don’t do it MC you’ll only feed his ego

YOOSUNG:

  • Boy is so embarrassed by it
  • Covers his face and turns bright red whenever he notices that you’re filming/photographing him
  • The infamous “Noooo delete itttt”
  • Honestly though, you keep pretty busy
  • Since everything Yoosung does is either cute or embarrassing or both
  • At the very least you agree not to post it anywhere online
  • Your camera roll is enough to keep you warm
  • But you can’t resist posting pictures to the group chat when his mom comes over
  • and forces him to make kimchi

JUMIN:

  • Can you even catch Jumin Han doing anything embarrassing enough to record?
  • “You can certainly try”
  • On the rare occasion that you do he’s not even fazed
  • You find him lying on his stomach in front of Elizabeth the 3rd and imitating the sounds she makes at him
  • He catches you in the act
  • But he’s more shook by the quality of your picture
  • “How did you take that picture, MC?”
  • “What do you mean?”
  • “It’s so… clear.”
  • You spend the next half-hour teaching Jumin Han, Department Director and Chairman-in-Line, how to use his fucking camera phone

JAEHEE:

  • Like Yoosung, she’s embarrassed by it
  • But she covers it with feigned frustration
  • Exasperated sighs and little eyerolls
  • “Oh, don’t post it”
  • “Pleeeease put your phone away”
  • You can’t help that you want to show the world your cute girlfriend
  • And you are never never ever going to let her know about your album of Jaehee-asleep-on-her-desk photos

V:

  • V!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • OH MY GOD HE LOVES IT SO MUCH
  • Even if he kind of misunderstands the intent of it at first
  • “I think it’s amazing how you see life as living art, MC”
  • “…Jihyun, I just record everything hoping I’ll catch you doing something embarrassing”
  • He laughs and hugs you
  • “Well, that’s art too.”
  • He’s just so excited to see you having an interest in photography
  • So even though you don’t have a need for anything fancier than your smartphone
  • You indulge him when he tries teaching you about cameras
  • “The Olymbus is better quality if you’re just taking pictures, but a higher-end Sonya will give you great 1080p video, even if you’re sacrificing some of your picture definition”
  • And that’s all before he starts getting into lenses
  • Little does he know that you’re recording his passion rant

SAERAN:

  • You have to be sneaky around this guy
  • Because if he catches you in the act
  • He’ll straight-up bat your phone out of your hand
  • To be honest you’re not even trying to get him to do anything embarrassing
  • Even regular pictures and videos of him are fascinating
  • Keep in mind that he’s just as good of a hacker as his brother
  • So you’re pleasantly surprised that he hasn’t deleted your stealthier souvenirs
  • You make the smart decision to avoid bringing it up
  • Really, he loves that you love taking pics of him
  • He just hates knowing that it’s happening while it’s happening

VANDERWOOD:

  • Ohhhh boy
  • They are PISSED
  • “Are you dense?! Did you forget that I can’t have any digital records of me?”
  • Grabs your phone and starts deleting the pictures and videos off
  • But once they realize you’re genuinely hurt they soften a bit
  • “Hey… hey look, I didn’t mean it, okay?”
  • They make what is, essentially, a hi-tech disposable camera
  • Still really prickly when you use it, though
  • Vanderwood does not like being made the fool

Oh, i think i kinda ran away with these ^^;; Sorry!!

The Good Parent - Part Three

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1685

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by retaliada

Warnings: blood mention, language

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.

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How to Behave at a Stand Up Comedy Show

I was listening to Chris D’Elia’s podcast and he was telling a story about having to throw a fan out of his show for heckling. Not someone who was having a bad time, a fan who was thrilled to see him. Chris pointed out that when it happens, the audience member is stunned to learn that what they were doing is wrong.

Some people don’t realize the unspoken (or sometimes clearly stated) rules of attending a comedy show, but they are very real, and they are enforced. Here’s what you can do to ensure you’ll never find yourself sitting outside on the curb while your favorite comic makes fun of you.

Rule 1. Don’t Heckle

A stand up comedy show is a one-way conversation. The comedian has meticulously prepared a comedy monologue that they want to deliver without interruption. Shouting up to them can derail a bit, and it’s the easiest way to get thrown out. There’s a misconception that “heckling is part of stand up comedy”, but it isn’t. You WILL get thrown out and called names by your favorite comedian if you do it.

Heckling is defined as pretty much any sound an audience member can make outside of laughter and applause. Other reactions to jokes like “Wooo!” or “Awww” are fine. Heckling can be negative (“You suck!”) or supportive (“You’re my favorite comic!”) but both will get you into trouble.

Not often, but sometimes, a comedian will poll the audience about something, that will lead them into a prepared bit. If the comedian is looking at you and asks you a direct question, and then urges you to respond, ONLY THEN is it okay to talk to the comedian. This is a rare exception, and the comic will make it clear they want you to answer.

Heckling is against the rules at every comedy club. Don’t do it.

Rule 2. DON’T HECKLE

Seriously. It’s that important. The comic talks, the audience listens. That’s how the show works.

If I didn’t get the point across the first time, heckling is not tolerated at any comedy show. Don’t get embarrassed and tossed out of a show for shouting. Best-case scenario is your favorite comedian will tell you to shut up and you’ll feel bad. Worst-case scenario is you’re thrown out of the show with no refund.

I know this no heckling rule makes it sound like comedians are prima donnas, but getting a room full of strangers to laugh is already so challenging that having to compete with people who are yelling makes it nearly impossible. The comedian can’t do their job if you’re shouting.

Rule 3. Don’t Get Blitzed

Stand up comedy requires a little bit of mental energy on the behalf of the audience. If you’re so drunk that you’ve regressed into an infantile state, you won’t be able to follow the show, your brain is going to shut down, and you’re going to have a hard time not breaking the “no heckling” rule.

If you want to get blackout drunk, stay home and piss yourself in your living room. “Buzzed” is the way to go. Have a few drinks, space them out, and be sober enough to enjoy the show.

Rule 4. Don’t Record the Show

I’ve written about this at length before, but to summarize: under no circumstances is it okay to record a comedy show. In order for a comic to make a living, their act needs to be unseen by the next audience they perform for.

When you record a comedian, you are quite literally hurting their ability to earn money. It’s not just rude, you are spoiling their jokes for future audiences. Don’t record the show.

Rule 5. Put Away Your Phone

Speaking of phones –

Turn your phone off, and enjoy the show. Be connected, and live in the moment. Checking your phone in a dark club is like switching on a flashlight and waving it around. To make matters worse, not only have you just annoyed everyone in the club, now they know exactly where you are.

If you absolutely have to look at your phone for something, get up and walk out of the showroom, or go to the bar and look at it there.

Rule 6. Be Quiet & Understand Rhetorical Questions

Stand up comedy is a verbal art form. Just like heckling disrupts the show, having a conversation at your table is going to distract other patrons, and possibly the comic. You’ll get more warnings for talking during a show than heckling, but the end result is the same: you’ll be forced to leave.

When a comic asks a question, they typically don’t want 400 people to shout back an answer. It’s not “Jeopardy”, they are asking the question rhetorically.

If a comic says: “Why does it take women so long to get ready?” that’s not your cue to shout “Because they have more stuff to do than men!” You’re still listening silently, and they are still performing a monologue. Nothing has changed.

Rule 7. You Don’t Get to Request Jokes

Good rule of thumb: If you already know a joke, the comedian probably doesn’t tell it anymore. Stand up isn’t like music, people don’t show up to hear the greatest hits. Audiences don’t want to hear jokes they already know, and comedians don’t want to tell jokes the audience has already heard.

And just because you want to hear an old joke doesn’t mean the dozens of other people that paid to get in want to hear it, too. Comics intentionally space out returning to cities to avoid telling the same jokes to the same people.

Also, the comic isn’t a jukebox: they don’t take requests.

Okay, remember to not heckle, and have fun.

#228: You Think He’s On Tour But He Surprises You

Luke:

If it was possible, this day couldn’t get any worse. Trying to get over the fact that you had been yelled at, at work for almost a full on hour and later on spilled coffee over your white shirt, it wasn’t really how you had intended your day to be. Just when you had woken up alone this morning to the sight of horrible weather you just knew from that, that it wouldn’t be a day of yours. And now when you were finally home and had thrown your keys to the kitchen counter, hair sticky and all wet from the rain the only thing you could think about was to go upstairs and take a full on hour shower. You were so insanely tired and you just wanted the day to be over with because it wasn’t something that you wanted to remember. Opening the door to your bedroom you froze completely and felt how your breath hitched in your throat. You remembered having turned off the lights this morning but you couldn’t remember you had forgotten to blow out your candles. In fact, you hadn’t used your candles for days and it made a skeptically expression appear on your face but that changed completely when you opened the door fully to see Luke. He was standing at the dresser with a secret smile on his face and a small bouquet of roses. “I’ve had a really few crappy days.” He announced and gave you the flowers. “And I thought to myself, how am I gonna change this? By watching some movies or be by myself for a couple of days? No, I fix it by doing what I’ve wanted to do since the first day of this tour.” He grabbed your hands and linked it together with his, pressing a soft and lingering kiss to the palm of it. “I go home and visit my girlfriend even if it means it will only be for one night.” The smile on your face couldn’t compare to anything else, this was nothing that you had expected and when you thought about it, this was all you needed. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You almost whispered to not let the exhausted tears float out from your eyes, leaning up to wrap your arm around his neck and pull him down for a well-deserved and long lasting hug.

Calum:

“I miss you.” The words seemed to be so common it almost sounded monotone, but it didn’t have less emotions as the others. The way he was looking at you spoiled everything, the way his eyes were tired and lingering with how much he just wanted to wrap you up in his arms. “I miss you too.” You softly said, leaning your cheek against the pillow and held your phone under your lamp to make sure he could see you fully. It was hard to see where he was because he wasn’t in his bunk, he was walking around, you assumed it was outside to lit a cigarette. He smiled back by your words and sighed carefully, but he also had an expression on his face that was hard to figure out. He was smiling, but in a different way than usual and it made you furrow your eyebrows confused. “Is something funny?” It wasn’t supposed to come out as offended but you preferred to have the conversation alone now that you were heading for bed. You did this every night, it had become a tradition of some sort. “No I was just wondering.” Lights suddenly came onto his screen when he walked through a door, confusion written on your face when he continued. “Do you recognize this living room?” He flipped the camera on his phone and made you sit up on the bed in a rush, eyes blinking twice by the sudden screen. He moved his hand up to make a small wave in front of the camera, definitely proving where he was and you ripped away the sheets to get inside. You didn’t get the chance to put on pants but it didn’t matter because all you needed right now was to prove yourself that what he was showing was in fact real. “Missed me?” He questioned when you came into sight, seeing him stand in his leather jacket and open arms. You almost couldn’t form words in happiness and felt how your heart was pounding so loudly, hurrying towards his form and let his cold fingers burry themselves into your hair. “You have no idea.” You shakily said and held onto him closer, letting your face burry into his chest and take in his smell that had seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive since he left months ago.

Michael:

It was as if everything froze completely by the sudden puzzles of sounds coming from downstairs. You had literally just come out of the shower, steam still clouding out from the warm bathroom and your hair covered up in a white towel. At first you only thought it was yourself being paranoid being home alone and all that but when sounds of feet walking downstairs appeared once again your breath hitched in your throat. You still hadn’t gotten clothes on yet, another white wet towel wrapped around your nude body and you considered whether or not what do to. It must have been yourself imagining because you had made sure to lock the door, there was no possible way of someone breaking in. But when sounds came from downstairs once again you didn’t hesitate to grab your hairdryer laying on top of the dresser, plugging it out from the outlet and used that as your weapon. Truth was you had no idea what the hell you were doing because your fear was almost shown as sweat on your forehead and you could feel how your heart was beating loudly. It was the only thing that you knew would actually hurt in case you would have to hit someone in the head and you slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. It was as if it wasn’t real to you, a black hooded person standing with a phone in his hand and hovering over the counter. You were shaking so much you were sure he would hear and lifted the hairdryer in the air ready to hammer it right in his face but that was when he turned around with a terrified expression. “No, Y/N hold on it’s me!” You almost dropped the hairdryer in your hands when Michael pulled the hoodie down to reveal his dirty blond locks, a smile coming to his face by your reaction. “Michael what the hell!” You heart was still pounding harshly as he wrapped his arms around your shaking form, a huge smile on his face. “I was supposed to surprise you but then you apparently planned on killing me with this, couldn’t you have found something better?” “Shut up.” You mumbled into his shirt, taking in all the emotions he was giving you at once. You had missed the warmth he was giving you, the comfort and most importantly filled out the huge miss.

Ashton:

“Hello?” It wasn’t supposed to come out as confused as it did, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes widening when there was no answer. Faintly you could hear the TV being turned on in the living room along with various voices coming from the kitchen, there was no doubt who was home but someone sure as hell was. Letting your jacket fall to the ground along with your shoes you felt how you were starting to grow nervous, you knew a few of your best friends had your key but it wasn’t that they had suddenly planned to visit you after work. You called out once again to make sure that it wasn’t actually home robbers giving you such surprise, and your eyes almost popped out of your head when seeing Ashton hum over the stove. He hadn’t taken notice of anything else but the radio playing out new Ed Sheeran tunes, his eyes glancing towards where you were standing coincidentally and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re home?” You managed to ask, still too surprised to say anything and he looked a bit defeated towards the stove filled with food. “Your best friend said you wouldn’t be home until half an hour so I thought that I would do what I’m best at. Surprising you with a lovely dinner.” He smiled softly by his failure because just by seeing you couldn’t not make him stop smiling. “Aren’t you on tour?” You still questioned completely shocked, holding onto the doorframe to stabilize yourself. “I was, but we have a few days to rest before we go to Asia. The others wanted to spend the time in LA but I thought about it and really wanted to give my attention someone else.” He placed his hands in his pockets casually while speaking, feeling how he was blushing because of his small story. You shook your head almost in disbelief and felt how your heart was racing in a fast pace, hand coming up to touch your shocked mouth. He was literally standing there with his messy curls sticking to his forehead and his military sweat shirt that made him look like the cuddliest person ever. “You’re home!” This time it came out as a full on conformation to yourself, you couldn’t stop smiling and it took you seconds to be in his warm arms. “I’m home, baby.” He whispered into your hair, giving you a soft kiss.

The Power Of Love

Part One

Request - Anon - Can you do a reader x Jensen story where you’re Jared’s little sister and have a job on Supernatural? Thanks!

A.N – Ok this was hard as I love Danneel and JJ so much and they are a perfect family!! So I went down the route of thinking of Jensen as a character. Or as if it’s all set in an AU environment, so the timing may be a bit off here and there, but hey it’s a story :P 

Anyway, hope you like Anon!

Part one, Part two, Part three,


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You sit with your feet up in your trailer, eyes on the TV as you watch an old movie you’ve seen hundreds of times, as you pick at the sandwich on your knee.

You had to stay late as you, your brother and Jensen had a stupid o’clock shoot tonight. You yawn as you look at the time.

*I’ve got like 3 hours before I have to be in make-up, I could grab a quick nap, jump in the  shower…*

You turn off the TV, set a quick alarm on you cell grab a pillow and snuggle into it. Pulling the throw from the back of the sofa over you as you close your eyes. Thinking back over the last year since you got the job, smiling sleepily as you drift away. 

6 months ago

“Are you freaking serious?! Yes! YES! Oh my god thank you so much!” you say jumping around causing Jared to laugh. You hang up, still bouncing as he moves over to you. 

“Congrats little sis, I knew you’d get it” he says pulling you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. 

“You have something to do with this big brother?” your eye dropping to slits, you didn’t want to get a job because of him. You’d done just fine on your own so far. 

You had your own career but had been a fan of the show since it began 5 years ago. So when you were visiting the set and J and Jared mentioned they were looking to cast new characters you called your agent straight away. 

“Nope I didn’t say a word! I promised! I’m just glad I get to work with my awesome sister. I’ll go and tell Gen” you nod as you do a victory dance to the living room to get your cell to text Jensen.

‘I got the job :D’ you send, putting your phone in the table as you sneak up to the bassinet to see if your nephew is for waking up.

“Don’t poke him awake!” you freeze hand midway to the baby

“I wasn’t!” you deny “I was straightening his blanket!” Gen looked at you eyebrow raised 

You both burst into a fit of giggle, neither able to keep a straight face. She runs forward pulling your into an embrace. 

“Congratulations!” 

“Thanks, it’s a small role but hey, at least I can say I’ve been on Supernatural” you wink “Just like the rest of you” Gen shakes her head turning into the kitchen to ready Thomas’ bottle. You loved Genevieve, she had become an amazing friend and most importantly she made your brother happy. 

The buzzing of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. You pick it up from the table, smiling as you see Jensen’s photo pop up. 

‘Fuck yeah!’ was the reply. You laughed to yourself as your brother bounded back down the stairs. 

“What’s funny?” he asks peering over your shoulder. You show him the reply from Jensen and he snorts, shaking his head.

An hour later you were sitting on the sofa, you nephew in your arms holding a bottle to his lips, when you all hear a knock at the door. 

“I thought I heard and engine” Jared get up to answer

You here loud greetings which could only happen when two certain people get together. You smile over your shoulder knowing who was about to round the corner. 

“Hey Gen” he said as she met him at the door, you places a kiss on her cheek

“Hey you” you smile as you nurse the baby. 

“Hey you” he replies, joining you on the sofa. He kisses your cheek, hugging you awkwardly as you were holding Thomas. “Congrats!” 

You laugh thanks as you were now trying to get Thomas to keep the bottle in his mouth. The small bundles eyes searching everywhere for the source of the voice. 

J leans over so he can see him, it was that second that Gen decided to take a picture. You both see the flash of a camera; you give Gen a glare to which she laughs. 

J leaned further over reaching to tickle his chin and he second green eyes hit tiny hazel ones, Thomas’s face lit up. Spitting out the bottle reaching for him.

“Oh charming, I’m surplus to requirements now huh?” you say teasingly as you hand the bottle to J, before passing over the now laughing baby. 

Gen was taking more photos; you walked over to her leaning over her shoulder to see the damage. She scrolls to the photo you want to see. 

It was the cutest things you’d ever seen. You smile, it was a lot better than you were expecting. She scrolls again and your breath catches in your throat. 

It was almost identical to the previous photo except, you and J were looking directly at each other; you could almost be confused as a couple with a baby. Both smiling madly as you gazed at one another. 

Gen smirks at you; you roll your eyes at her. She’d been on at your for years how cute you and Jensen looked together. He was your friend; yes you spent a lot of time together. You text often even when he was filming, and you skyped at least once a week, but still, isn’t that what friends did? Jared once joked you both spoke more than he and Gen did, but you’d always been like that, ever since you met. 

You ask Gen for copies, to which she nods. Jensen asks to see them; you go to check your phone again. You read several messages as you lean against the wall, before your feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You look up to see J looking at you; he’d clearly seen the same photo you had.

You feel butterflies under his gaze; you smile at him before looking back at your phone typing a few thanks as the phone is discarded back into your bag. You shake off the feeling, putting it down to embarrassment and walk back over to the couch with a smile on your face. 

The rest of the evening went by in a blur of wine, food and laughter. Jared and Jensen decided not to drink, Jared so he could watch Thomas and let Gen have some fun, and Jensen so he could drive.

After Gen almost fell over on her way to the bathroom, Jared carried her to bed before coming back down. 

“Y/N can I call you a cab sis? I would drive you but I don’t wanna leave Gen” he asks almost laughing at the state of his wife.

“Hey you leave her be! She hasn’t drunk in over 9 months! And yes a cab will be fine” you say gathering your things. The wine hadn’t hit you as hard as Gen, but saying that you hadn’t been 9 months sober. Although you did feel a nice buzz

“I’ll drive her home” J says spinning his keys on his finger.

“You sure brother?” Jared asked looking over at him 

“Yeah, she doesn’t live that far from me” Jared nods a thank you, before leaning down to hug you goodnight

“Love you little sis” you pat his back 

“Love you too Gigantor” you laugh together

J asked if you’re ready as he bids Jared goodnight himself, you nod in reply bag and jacket in hand. 

He runs to open the door for you, you roll your eyes. “Always the gentleman” you laugh

“You know it” he winks playfully, as he also opens the passenger door. You shake your head beaming, but those butterflies where back

*What the hell…*

The drive is quiet, except the sound of the radio. Jensen pulls over smoothly to the curb in front of your house. You smile over at him as you go to open the door.

“Hey! I don’t even get a hug? Honestly I go out of my way to help you and then this?” he teases you.

“Oh shut up” you say laughing as you lean over to hug him. You both holding on a little long than necessary. You pull back slightly looking at him, eyes not leaving each other. Neither of you moving, you just sat there watching one another, trying to decode what the other was thinking. 

The sudden vibration of J’s phone snapped you apart. It was a message from your brother asking if he dropped you off ok and to say he’d left his jacket there. 

You lean to kiss his cheek, as he types a reply. 

“Goodnight J” you say opening your door, sending him a wink. 

“Night Y/n” he said quietly 

You shut the door, pulling out your keys giving him a wave as you open your house. Shutting the door behind you, leaning back against it. 

*What is going on? This is Jensen for god sake!* you look out of the small side window, so see him sitting under the street light. He rubs his hands over his face as if trying to clear his head. Before slowly pulling away. 

BEEP BEEP!

You hit your alarm, smiling as you reply the memory in your head. Things had been different since that night.

You were still just friends, but it was like the whole dynamic of your relationship had changed. You jumped in the shower and quickly dried your hair before making your way to the make up trailer. It was going to be an interesting night.

To Be Continued….

Part two

anonymous asked:

So I'm going to my first Metallica concert in August and I'm fucking excited! But one thing that will really ruin the show is all the people using their phones. Like put them away and enjoy the show, it will probably be a better experience.

First of all- congrats! It’s really awesome to see so many people in the fandom getting a chance to witness Metallica live, even if I won’t this time. Second of all- it’s downright stupid to film a concert with your shitty smartphone camera when they’re all being professionally recorded and those videos are uploaded on youtube. I’m all for taking a few pictures to remember how stuff looked like from your point of view, but filming everything is pointless. You won’t watch the videos later anyway, I guarantee it.

Kris : Mini Boyfriend Tag [Request]

You switched on the camera and smiled at it with a little wave as it started recording already.

“Hey guys!” You chimed brightly – you were currently making a vlog for your Youtube channel and yes, you are apparently a Youtuber with a bucket of subscribers that had already surpassed seven digits, which was incredibly insane for you. Making random videos and skits were just for fun but you’d never expect that more than a million of the people in the world would enjoy it - and it kept on increasing day by day.

Today was just a relaxing day at home in which, you wanted to just answer some questions from your fans but first, you’d like to bug your boyfriend currently lazing in the bedroom as you were in the living room.

“So today, is sort of a relaxing day for me where I will answer some of your questions!” With a cheeky chuckle from you, you took your camera off the stand to stand up, “But before that, let’s say hello to someone.”

As you creaked open the door, Kris’s head lifted from his book as he turned to look at you with a small smile, “Hey baobei.”

“Say hi, Kris!”

He waved at the camera lazily with a sheepish grin, “Hey.” He ended up laughing when you pouted, “Be more energetic!”

He got off the bed with a huff as he stood up straight. He waved his arms around, “Hey!”

“Better.” You commented. “Whatever.” He blankly waved a hand at you in attempt to appear as the ‘cool’ boyfriend as he fell back onto the bed. You then rotated the camera back to you, “He’s just acting.”

“No I’m not!” He shouted from the bedroom when you chuckled, walking away with a huge smile as you settled down on the sofa by the living room, putting your camera back on the stand filming you directly on the sofa. You lifted up your phone and decided to answer some questions when you could literally feel Kris peeking from the side. You knew that whenever you made a vlog, he would want to appear in to show the world who you belong to – especially when you’ve received fanmail from a few guys before and well, they’re not ugly. Considering Kris is someone who is very possessive, he’d like to state what is his.

And with that, you are going to make him blow his cover – on camera.

“First question,” There wasn’t any question that you opened from Twitter yet, “When are you breaking up with Kris?”

“What?!” He shouted from the side, definitely blowing his cover as he stormed out, bumping beside you to sit down on the sofa in front of the camera as he took your phone from your hands to see which bastard had asked you that but the deep realization hit him like a ton of bricks when he realized it was just a trick. “Who the f-!” The look on his face was priceless when he went speechless, eyes flickering at you. “Baobei!” He then frustratedly handed your phone back with a huff. You snickered, pinching his cheeks cutely, “Aw, someone was afraid of losing me, huh?”

“You’re such a tease.” He rolled his eyes at you, finding that you were so cute that he had to hug you right after he said that. “Just say you wanted to be in my vlog, Kris. Then we could answer some questions together.”

“Really?” His eyes widened with glee as he looked down on you, eyes sparkling. You nodded with a small laugh, “Of course.”

With that, he had made you settle in between his legs on the sofa while you decided to turn this into a mini boyfriend tag before you’d vlog about the rest of the day when you would go out with Kris later. “Are you aware of what the boyfriend tag is?” You asked Kris over your shoulder and he nodded once with his arms around you, “It’s where the girl asks the boyfriend a few questions about her and I’ll have to answer it correctly, right?”

“Right but not right.” You snickered and he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What?”

“It’s more than just ‘a few’ questions.”

“Just ask me the questions, baobei. I’ll get it all right.” He smirked at you cockily, earning a shrug from you, “You may never know…”

“Go on and ask.” He used his chest to nudge you by your shoulder and you handpicked a few questions that you’d want Kris to answer as this wasn’t a full tag video. “What is one unique talent she has?” You asked and put your phone down, looking into the camera while Kris thought about it for a second.

“Being my girlfriend.”

You leaned back against his chest with a huff, “Kris…!”

Fine. Hmm… You’re really good at making me smile.” You rolled your eyes at his answer but the moment you felt his arms tugging your waist tightly, you ended up breaking into a smile, “C’mon baobei – give me a right.”

“Fine…” You grumbled, lifting your phone for the next question. “Who’s her best friend?”

“Me.” He answered quickly, earning a cheeky laugh from you, “Apart from you.”

“Myself.”

“Kris!”

“Tao!” He answered properly this time, earning a smile from you. “Good boy.”

“Next question.” He mumbled, after planting a kiss on your cheek. “You bake her a cake-“

“Chocolate.” Kris didn’t even need to wait for you to finish the question and you looked over your shoulder to scrunch your nose at him. “You didn’t let me finish.”

“Sorry, baobei. But I’m right anyway.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, shifting away a little to look down on your phone where he couldn’t see, “She’s sitting in front of the television, what is on the screen?”

“Horror movies.” He answered with a groan, causing you to snicker as you faced forward to the camera, “That’s true.”

“She’s definitely an alien.” He commented and you shrugged, “This alien is yours anyway.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He snickered, resting his chin on your shoulder where you read the next question. “What is her eye color?” With that, you shut your eyes tight and he stifled a laugh, “I already know the answer even way before you close your eyes, baobei.”

“Then what color is it?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to see him where your eyes were still closed.

“Dark brown.”

Your eyes opened with a low whistle you gave him, “Wow, you’re good.

“One more question – then we’re heading out.” He gave a pinch on your nose as you read the last question, “What is something she does that you wished she didn’t?”

With that, you put your phone away to look at him with a grin, “What is it?”

He tapped his chin, “There are just so many…”

“Kris!”

“I’m kidding!” He laughed at your expression of disbelief because really – he was just kidding and you knew that. You placed your hands on the arms around your waist, “Tick tock, Kris.”

“I’m thinking!” He looked back at you and as he stared into your eyes, he couldn’t help but answer with, “Nothing. Everything she does is perfect – even if sometimes we have our arguments, I wouldn’t want her to change unless she thinks it’s really needed because to me, she’s already just the one for me.”

You smiled at him before you faced the camera, “This is getting really mushy, isn’t it, guys?”

Kris growled beside your ear, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“We’re going to get ready and go out now so, see you!” With that, you lunged forward, out from his grip to stop recording where you would continue later but for now, you stood away from Kris who had his eyes narrowed at you. “Come here, baobei.” He motioned you with a finger but you stood there with your arms crossed. “Make me.”

“I’ll come after you then.” He shot up from the sofa and you went straight to the bedroom where you would need to hide yourself because based on the look he gave you – you knew he was going to do something and you didn’t want to wait for it to happen. 

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Word count: 957

You sighed in disbelief as you watched your boyfriend treat your special day just like an ordinary day.

“Its our second anniversary and he forgot…” You texted your best friend. “The poor bastard is gonna get the cold shoulder isn’t he?” she replied. “Damn right.” You thought.

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Fall Extravaganza (Bucky x Reader)

Request: None! Just something I came up with for you all, and I know it’s not Fall, I wish it was, but lets just pretend that it is Fall for this imagine! So this is a few little clips of the reader giving Bucky the full “Fall extravaganza” experience!  

Words: 2,121 

Warnings: None! Fluff fluff fluff! I haven’t edited it for mistakes yet! 

I’m sorry for not updating in a while, I’ve been extremely busy! So I was gonna try to update an requested imagine today but once again, time slipped away from me. So I decided to give you all a little something I’ve been working on here and there. Don’t worry, next week I don’t have too many plans so hopefully I’ll be able to update a couple imagines. Love you all bunches! 

And for those celebrating the Fourth on Monday, have an amazing day and be safe, don’t like get in the way of a firework or set your hair on fire. That would be very bad. (One year my dad almost set my neighbors house on fire..they never found out though. We moved the next year.)


It was your favorite time of year. You loved everything about the season of Fall. It was the time to bring out the boots, sweaters and leggings. The pumpkin spice latte became available at Starbucks, the leaves turned into beautiful mixtures of yellows, oranges, browns and reds. Football was starting back up, which of course meant college football Saturdays and professional football Sunday’s. There was so much more that made your heart pump with excitement and your happiness grow high.

This year was the first time Bucky would be around the Avengers during Fall. He had moved last winter and had warmed up quite a bit since then, a part of him was still gone and it probably wouldn’t return. However, a part of him had came back. His cheekiness, of course had made a comeback. Along with slight attitude and a humor. All of that you could deal with, it was the flirting that made your cheeks flush and your heart beat a little faster than normal.

So it was true; you had developed a crush on Bucky Barnes. It had started when he first moved in, there was just something about him that made you attracted. He was highly attractive, that was an obvious factor. But it wasn’t just that, there was something else that you couldn’t put your finger on.

Nat had caught on to your crush and always tried to find ways to push the two of you together. You found it slightly annoying, yet slightly nice. It was always an excuse to be near Bucky, anyway. His presence made you calm, even on your worst days. He made you feel safe just by being in the same room as you, which you loved for when you came home from a mission. The first thing you always did after a mission, was linger in the rooms Bucky would be in. You’d watch TV or play a game, sometimes you would just find an excuse to hang around the gym while he would work out.

Nat had came up with a plan to push you and Bucky together this Fall, it was a plan she’d been waiting since the beginning of Summer to put into action.

You, Bucky and Natasha were lounging in the living room one afternoon. You were painting your nails, your back was leaning against the couch as you used the coffee table to rest your hand on, you were being careful not to spill any. Bucky was sitting on the couch, only a few inches away from where you were leaning, he was playing some game on his phone. Natasha was watching one of her favorite show’s season premiere, one you had already seen the night before.  

“Hey Bucky,” Nat turned to look at him, she was sitting crisscross in a chair. The show had just went to commercial. Bucky tapped away at his phone for a couple seconds more before looking up at her. “When was the last time you properly spent your Fall?”

This caught your attention and you paused your nail painting, the brush lingering over your pinkie finger.

“What do you mean?” Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Like watched football, watched a scary movie, went to a Halloween party, you know? All the fun things people do in Fall.” Natasha explained, her eyes flicking over to you for a brief moment, seeings you hesitating in continuing your nails. She knew you were listening in.

Bucky chuckled slightly, “Not in a very long time.”

You turned around and gasped jokingly, “As in the 40’s?” Bucky’s eyes snapped down to look at you and he grinned, nodding his head.

You looked over at Natasha and narrowed your eyes as she grinned, of course this is what she’d been planning. She knew you would drag Bucky into your Fall extravaganza. You looked back over at Bucky and flashed a smile, your eyes dancing with excitement which made Bucky smile.

“It’s settled then!” You went back to painting your nails. “You’re doing the perfect Fall bucket list and I’m going to assist you, I’m like the Fall Queen.”

“I’m not even going to resist.” Bucky laughed, going back to his game and Nat went back to her show, a smirk clear on her lips.

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Love contract >> Suga, You (Part 7)

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A/N: prepare some tissue next to you please while reading! Thank you!

You let out the breath you were holding the whole performance.

The fresh air hit your face as the realization hit you too hard.

You never knew anything about him, why did you feel like this.

Like you have been deceived.

A while ago, on the stage, Suga took off his innocent look and turned into a super-hot rapper who could spit a lot of words in a second. So unlike him, since he wasn’t really that talkative with you.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Why modelling for you when you are…?

What was his job exactly?

“Producer.” Said jimin when he saw your expression. “He produced a lot of my songs.”

You just nodded, as you were so absorbed with the performance. You felt that you were so far away from him. The boy who was sitting next to you a while ago and shook your heart was out of reach.

Sighing, you grabbed the railing and took a deep breath. The sky was so dark, but there were no stars only the moon was the only visible bright star up there.

You couldn’t wait any longer in the hall as you excused yourself out. Jimin gave you a worried look, but you just smiled at him and walked away.

You felt like this was no longer your place. Your place would be in a fashion runway, walking over the stage like a robot to display clothes. You were displaying yourself, not your talent like them. You felt completely out of place.

What am I doing? You thought, brushing away a loosen strands away from your face.

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag. Clicking it open, you grabbed the phone one. A name showed over your phone screen, making you frown a little, hesitating whether  to take it or not.

You swept the phone, putting it over your ears.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 3 (Part 32/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 31

ANGST WARNING

“What time are you meeting up with Buck?”

“In about an hour,” Steve called out to you across your room, the sounds of his shower muffling his voice.  “Did you want to come along?  I’m sure he’d love to see you.”

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anonymous asked:

"PILLOW FIGHT!" or "I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it" for Wally and Iris. Thanks!

“Hey,” Wally said. “How’s bedrest?”

Iris shifted herself, holding onto the beach-ball of her belly with one hand. “The most demonic torture ever devised by man, and just as soon as I can get up, I’ll kill my obstetrician.”

“See those mood swings are still swingin’ too,” he observed.

“Do you really want that lecture right now? About how women’s perfectly reasonable emotions and reactions are attributed to hormones, particularly when they’re pregnant? Is that how you want to spend the next hour and a half?”

He cleared his throat. “No, no ma’am, I certainly do not, no.“

From the other room, Barry yelled out, “I have to go, bye honey, I love you!”

Wally looked over at the door. “You guys okay?” Usually, goodbyes between his sister and her husband were long, drawn-out affairs with a bunch of smooching. It had gotten worse since she’d gotten pregnant, because Barry had to say goodbye to the babies, too.

“Oh, no, we’re fine. He just knows I’ll murder his face if I see it right now. What kind of an idiot wants me to be eight months pregnant with twins in August?”

He opted not to mention that it probably hadn’t been completely Barry’s idea, back in January. “Okay, anyway, I brought you some stuff to keep you company.” He reached in his bag and brought out a stack of DVDs, an armload of books, and a huge covered dish. “Parks and Rec, seasons two through six with commentary, every Beverly Jenkins paperback I could find in the used-book store, and enough brownies to kill an elephant.”

“Wally!” Tears shone in her eyes as she took the dish of brownies. “You’re my favorite brother.”

“I’m your only brother,” he said. “Books or show first?”

“Show, and you have to stay and watch at least the first disc with me. My laptop’s in the other room because somebody was making a point about me not doing any work, and he forgot that it has the fun Internet, too. And bring the bed tray.”

When he finished setting everything up, Wally glanced over at his sister. She had the plate of brownies balanced on her stomach, with her mouth full and another in her hand, ready to go.

He grinned and slid his hand into his pocket for his phone. This was going to be a picture that he’d show on the babies’ wedding days.

She swallowed her mouthful and said over the insanely peppy theme music, “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

“Roger that,” he muttered, and put his phone away.

Yoongi; luckily

❝i just felt like writing this when the boys messed with Yoongi in this video, sometime 5:43. YOONGI IS SO PRECIOUS WHEN HE SLEEPS (all of them are omg)  /this is something for fun. badoop
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By the time you got approved as a stylist under a label that needed you to attend to boys that are always rowdy, forever noisy, a bunch of troublemakers who seem to have fun all the time but are sweethearts at the same time, yeah, you were prepared for all of that.

Not to mention, with all the flights and jet lags from one country to another, you’re still wondering how these boys have so much energy when you feel like curling up into a ball and sleep all the way but right, you’re here to work and so you are.

But then, yay there’s always break times in between before the next event and here you are, occupied with your phone with your attention on Jungkook when he’s hosting another V-app live streaming in the other room and you’re far too lazy to see it in person that you resort to seeing it through your phone. You set it to the arm of the sofa, picking up your toolbox because you need to sort out your brushes, outline pencils, blush and everything you possibly need to make the boys look pretty damn fine on stage and later on because it always gets messed up because of the flight. You’re rearranging them the same time Jungkook’s wandering around and you’ve given him enough hearts to shut him up if he asks later on and he acts as a background music because it’s too quiet here when you’re alone and the rest of the stylists are off walk around before coming back later.

Just as you’re putting the colors of the blushes together, according to the darkness, it seems like the cool spray earlier on they’ve been using in the van is somehow useful to being a play toy. His first target is Seokjin who runs away after being sprayed, squealing and he holds onto his DS as he escapes—then he goes after Hoseok and Yoongi and you snort—this has got to be good.

He announces that it’s a live streaming and the both can’t seem to be bothered, well, except Hoseok because he wakes up but Yoongi mumbles a soft do well and then he’s dozing off. Thank God that they’re leaving Yoongi to rest or else you’d give them a piece of your mind later on (or Yoongi would’ve showed them a lesson on his own after everything) and you’re smiling when Jungkook focuses on Yoongi a while more, showing how he’s curling up with the chairs to use as a bed and he’s still sleeping so you put your phone away with the thing still streaming but you’re putting your attention to your materials, keeping things in check and then setting your box aside. You lean back and let your head rest, eyes closing briefly the same time you hear the door opening and closing. It doesn’t bother you because it’s normal for people to go in and out but what makes you jolt is the fact that the sofa is being dipped down and a head settles on your lap.

You look down to see Yoongi curling up to you, legs sprawled out to the end of the sofa, his arms idly placed around your waist and he mumbles a soft let me sleep here and you know saying no is inevitable when he’s already so comfortable and his breathing stables within five seconds—he falls asleep just like that.

You’re about to question what happened or why he resorts to coming here but it seems that the buffering on your phone is lagging and you’re taking your phone, lowering down the volume when Yoongi groans and oh, he’s still on the screen…

Yoongi’s trying to sleep in the previous room but apparently, the younger people around him seem to find him as an amusing target. Not only did they use the cool spray, Jimin’s confirming his death with a hairdryer and it makes you smile out of pity, mumbling poor baby when all he wants to do is sleep but the boys are being too playful—it’s not a bad thing, it’s just that when someone wants to sleep that badly, more so when it’s Yoongi, it makes your heart swell.

But, hm, he’s here now and he seems to be contented here so, it’s alright.

Don’t touch me… his voice in the video groans and you snort, just about to stroke your fingers through his hair and it seems like he’s still awake enough to murmur, “You can touch me…”

“I thought you were sleeping,” You whisper, switching off the app before the room grows quiet while there’s a riot next door, your fingers threading through his blonde locks and he smiles against your thigh, “I was about to… but then those idiots are asking for a beating…”

“I mean now,” You say, your other hand rubbing circles on his lower back as he slumps on you and he inches forward to kiss your clothed stomach before muttering, “What time is it now…?”

“You have enough time to sleep—I’ll wake you up for makeup and Namjoon will know where to find you,”

He heaves a sigh and keeps his eyes shut, humming in approval when you dip down to kiss his forehead before you usher him to sleep and he says quietly before he does, the boys are so lucky you’re here or the fans would have to meet Bangtan with three members short.

Yeah, luckily.

fic: Is It True?

swingsetindecember prompted: a fic where stiles is trying to find bigfoot but stumbles upon a surly mountain man!derek in the woods instead 

Stiles startles awake when something shakes the tent around him. He lays on his back for a moment, trying to figure out why he thought a one person dome tent was a good enough shelter on a hunt for big foot. Then it happens again. Only this time Stiles notices a distinct shave and a hair cut pattern. It’s somebody knocking, he realizes. Stiles scrambles to unzip the flimsy doors to his tent. What he finds there sends him sprawling back onto his bed roll.

“Ahhhhh!” Stiles yells as a greeting. The man in his doorway looks unimpressed. He’s standing over Stiles with his arms crossed, making his massive biceps bulge out under the flannel shirt even more. Stiles is pretty sure he’s never seen sleeves in such distress. The guy’s beard is outrageous but shines like it’s soft and Stiles thinks he might be still dreaming because he wants to bury his fingers in it.

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Gilinsky Imagine- You're Mine and I'm Your's

Jack G

“Jaaaack,” you whined at him to get out of the bathroom,“you’ve been in there for an hour. You’re a boy, what do you need an hour to get ready for?” You guys were going to a Party at Nate and Sam’s, and you decided to get ready at the Jacks house so they wouldn’t have to pick you up. “All your’s baby,” he said as he walked out looking nearly the same as he did when he walked in. “I think I hate you,” you rolled your eyes at him and walked in.
You and Jack G weren’t really a thing just good friends for about a year, but you guys have had so much sexual tension with each other the past couple of weeks.
You decided you were gonna wear a black fit and flare dress with white daisies on it that came up just above the knee and white sandals with your hair straightened. It wasn’t the most dazzling outfit, but it looked hot on you. Before you left the bathroom, you noticed Gilinsky’s red and black flannel and decided to throw that around your waist to add to your look. When you got out of the bathroom and walked into the living room, Johnson and Gilinsky couldn’t help but stare.
“So *clears throat* let’s go,” Johnson said just as I finished finding my phone and putting on my lipstick. He walked out, but Gilinsky caught my arm before I could. “Is that my shirt?” he asked smirking. “Looks good doesn’t it?” you said as you pulled away and spun in a circle to show the whole outfit. He smiled and you walked out.
When you got to Sam and Nate’s, music was bumping and red solo cups were littered everywhere. You guys went to find them.
“Hey y/n, what’s up?” Sam said when he saw you, “You look so damn fine,” and he spun you around.
“Hey Sam,” you laughed and hugged him.
“Hey, lil mama,” Nate said to you. You have a pretty friendly relationship with all the guys, so this wasn’t unusual.
They both smelled of booze and directed you to the nearest table where it was all set up in a make shift bar. You grabbed a cup, poured some rum, and topped it with coke before going over to a group of girls you were friends with. After a few drinks, you decided to be brave enough to get up and dance with your girls. You suddenly felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, it wasn’t someone you knew or intended to get to know but that didn’t bother you. You were too drunk and a little dancing wasn’t full on fucking a stranger. You grinded on him and eventually started making out when he pulled away and tried to lead you to the bathroom. You caught a glimpse of Gilinsky, he was sitting in the corner staring at you. Whatever, you were just friends and nothing would ever further out of that not even a little sexual tension and flirting here and there. You walked with the guy up the stairs and to that bathroom, locking the door. He put you on the sink and you started making out. It was hot and your breathing became heavy. Just then, you heard a pounding on the door, loud.
“Y/n, come out! It’s Gilinsky, I need to talk to you,” Jack was at the door probably to stop you from making a big mistake. “Jack, do you have to be the biggest cock block in the world?” you said hopping off the counter. “Sorry, but I think I have to go talk to my friend. See, we just met and I never usually do this kinda thing,” you said to the strange guy who looked so mad and confused, he pushed passed you guys making sure to shoulder check Jack and huffed down the stairs. “What do you want?” you asked Gilinsky. He pulled your arm and lead you to one of the bedrooms. “This,” he said as he pinned you against the door closing it shut. You guys started making out. He made his way down to your neck and found your spot. “Oh, gilinsky,” you moaned.
“God, I was getting so fucking jealous of that guy. Some guy who didn’t even know you was gonna fuck you in my flannel?” he said as more of a question than a statement. “I was never gonna fuck him,” you said breathing heavily.
“Ohh, so I got a tease,” Jack said as he flung his flannel off you, “Next time maybe all you can wear is this flannel.” You took his shirt off and threw it to the ground. God he was so hot. His abs, his arms. He lifted your dress off and pulled your black lace underwear and bra off. “God damn,” he groaned. You unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down at once. He wasted no time rubbing your clit making you moan. “Just fuck me please,” you moaned out. He threw you on the bed and pushed into you. “Baby girl, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned out. “Oh, fuck Gilinsky. Harder. ” he started going harder and faster bringing you both closer to orgasm. “I’m gonna-” you breathed out. Then you came, him at the same time. “Oh fuck Jack,” you screamed. “Oh god y/n,” he yelled out. You both collapsed trying to steady your breathing before getting up to get dressed. “Who’s room is this?” you asked Jack. “Sammy’s. He was hitting on my girl and eyeing her up all night, of course I have to show him who really puts it down,” he replied smiling and pulling you in for a kiss. “Your girl, huh?” you said smirking and cocking an eyebrow. “You’re mine and I’m your’s, baby girl. You should already know,” he said. Then you both went back to the party.


The end.
Idk about the ending, I kind of wrote it in a hurry.

Sherlock X Reader (11/16)

Sorry this one is short! Next one will be extra long! I have finals coming up so i’ll be doing a lot of studying but i’ll get the next chapter up when I can. Thanks to all who sent nice messages to me! I wasn’t really expecting it but it honestly got me though the week. ily.

Part 1 | Part 2 Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

Words: 400+

Warnings: Nothing 

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You woke up on your couch to the sound of your ringtone. You picked up the glowing object and squinted to see the caller.

Call From:
Sherlock :)

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The way The 1975 fans acted at the Melbourne show last night is seriously making me consider not go to the show on Thursday and there’s no way I’m going to the signing.

Get out of the airports. Get away from their hotels. Stop stalking them. Stop screaming at them. Put your phones away at concerts. DO NOT yell out ANYTHING during the slower, more emotional songs.

They will not love you for any of that. They didn’t do this for the fame. And they don’t want you invading every aspect of their lives.

Go to the concerts. Dance your bum off. Sing your heart out. Make friends. Be nice. Don’t push people. Don’t hit people. Just HAVE FUN. Everyone is there for the same reason. Enjoy the music. Enjoy the perfection that they are.

If you’re not going to do that, grow the fuck up or go home. You’re embarrassing yourselves and the rest of the fans.

The Runaway

Request- Hi can u do an imagine where you are a 13 year old kid and one day the fbi (Sam and Dean ) come to your door and you’re just really adult like but later when the witch captures you (that they are hunting) you turn back into an adult and they recognize you as their sister that had ran away

A/N- I like how this came out. Tell me what you think! x)

Sister!Reader

Word Count- 2325

You were brushing your teeth when you heard a knock on your door. You sighed with the toothbrush in your mouth. You rinsed out the toothpaste and wiped your mouth with a near by towel. You heard the knock again. “I heard you the first time damn it!” you shout. You just weren’t that much of a morning person, nor a people person for that matter.

The men outside glanced at each other, sighing internally.

“Someone needs to get laid.” one whispered.

His brother or in this case, partner, elbowed him, “Really Dean?”

“What? You were thinking it too.” he scoffed.

You opened the door and had to look up to face the towering men. “What?” you question.

Dean scrunched his face when he saw you. He was expecting an older bitter person but ended up with a kid. “We’d like to talk to your parents.”

“Don’t have any.” you respond.

“Then… Can we talk to whoever looks after you?’ Sam asked softly.

"I look after myself thanks. Now what do you want?” you ask again.

Sam and Dean were taken aback by the tone of your voice and the fact that you just said that you were the only one home, ever.

“Well,” Sam paused, “We’re FBI agents investigating a string of murders.”

You laughed. “You guys aren’t FBI.” you say. They both flash their badges. “Right. Those are supposed to convince me?” You see how they looked completely serious, “Fine. Fine. I’ll play along. Come in before the neighbors start getting curious.” you say hurrying them in. Once they’re inside and seated on the couch you turn to them, “So string of murders?”

“Yeah… Kids have been… killing their parents.” Sam says.

“You’re one of the last kids in this neighborhood.” Dean added.

“Well like I said. I’ve got no parents. I might be a thirteen year old but I live alone.” you respond.

“Why? Why do you live alone?” Sam asked.

“I ran away a long time ago and settled here.” you tell them.

Dean scoffed, “You’re thirteen. How long is a long time ago?”

“That’s none of your business, now is it.” you say.

“How have you survived this long on your own?” Sam asked.

“Well this house was abandoned because of a ‘ghost’ so I had it fixed up over the phone.” you answer, putting air quotes over ghost.

“How’d you get the money?” Dean inquired.

“What is this twenty questions? I stole some credit cards,” you pause, “My dad showed me how.” you add reluctantly.

“And why’d you run?” Dean asked angrily.

“What’s it matter to you anyways?” you shout.

Sam elbowed his brother again, “Sorry, it’s just- we had a sister that ran away. We haven’t seen her since and it still bugs him.” he explained. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You sigh, “It was cause of my dad. I didn’t want to go down the road he was going. I left my family behind so I wouldn’t get sucked into that misery. I decided that when I was thirteen.”

“What are you talking about? You’re thirteen now.” Dean said.

You smiled sadly, “Yeah… I know.” you almost whisper. Though, the boys heard and found your tone surprising, they didn’t press you further.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam cleared his throat and spoke up. “Have you, experienced anything strange?”

You stared at him strange, you had heard this before, a long time ago. “Strange how?” you question.

“Like,” Sam paused, “Cold spots? Smell of sulfur?” he asked.

You stared at him and then chuckled, “I knew you two weren’t FBI.” you sigh. “You’re hunters right.” you say rather than ask.

“What? You know about hunters?” Dean questioned.

“Unfortunately.” you sigh. “So what? Wanna use me as bait?” you tell them.

“No! Hell no!” Dean shouted.

“Oh come on! Isn’t that what you people do?” you question.

“Look kid! I don’t know what kind of hunters you’ve met but we don’t do that!” Dean shouted.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah well it wouldn’t matter, this house is laced with salt, it has devil’s traps everywhere, and almost everything is made of silver.”

“That’s… incredible.” Dean said.

You smiled, for some reason you felt a sense of pride, and were happy that he seemed proud of you. “Thanks.”

Then they both stood up, “If anything does happen,” he starts, handing you a piece of paper, “call us alright.” he said.

“Sure thing,” you say with a half smile. You stuffed the piece of paper in your secret pocket with your phone.

Dean stared at you for a couple more moments before leaving. Once the boys were getting in the Impala, Sam stopped Dean before he got in.

“She…” he starts.

“Looks just like her I know.” Dean sighed.

“But… it can’t be her right?” Sam inquired.

“No. It can’t. Y/N… she would… She’d be older. Dad couldn’t even find her. We… we’ve tried but it’s been a long time.” Dean sighed.

“Dean…” Sam whispered.

“Come on, let’s just get this hunt over with.” Dean said, forcing a smile and getting into the driver’s seat.

You slumped against the door after you shut it. You sighed and noticed the shaking of your hand. You chuckled after noticing the tear that found it’s way out. You wiped it away.

“I really miss you… Sam and Dean.” you mumbled. You bit your lip to prevent further tears. “Come on Y/N. You’re an adult now. You don’t have time for crying. You left them. You shouldn’t being crying about this. You left them.” you told yourself. You took a deep breath and chuckled again but that chuckle quickly turned into quiet sobs. “D-Dean… Sammy….” you sobbed. It took a couple of moments before you finally calmed down.

“Daw, is the little girl sad?” you heard a voice say.

You turn your head toward it and you saw a tall, rugged looking man there. “What the hell?” you muttered.

He stared at you curiously. “Oh, that’s one wicked spell you have on you. Was that an accident or did you want that?” he paused. “Ah who am I kidding I don’t really care.” He looked around, “No parents here huh?”

“Sorry. You’re out of luck. I’m the only adult home.” you tell him with a smirk.

“Well that’s not fun now is it? How about those two boys that just left. I’m sure they’ll be a little concerned for you,” he smirked.

“You stay away from them.” you spat.

“Hmm… Well I can just leave you tied up with a hex bag and let you kill them. Yes I think I should do that.” he said. You pulled out your knife and he laughed, “Oh please put that away. We won’t be needing that… Not right now at least.” he said, devilish grin forming in his lips. He lifted his hand, twirling around forming a kind of symbol in the air. Next thing you know everything turned dark and you had the sudden desire to sleep. You hit the floor and the witch smiled. He carried you off somewhere else.
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The boys were back in their motel room, doing research. Dean looked restless or rather, he is restless.

“Still thinking about her?” Sam questioned as he flipped through papers.

Dean ruffled his hair, “Yeah. I just… I don’t want anything to happen to her. I don’t know why and it’s pissing me off.”

“Dean, you know why. It’s because she looks exactly like Y/N when she left. I might not remember as much as you do but I do remember how she looked.” Sam told him.

“Yeah well it was a long time ago.” Dean sighed. “I’m- I’m gonna go check on her.” he added. He stood up abrubtly and left before his brother could say anything more.

Dean drove over to your house. He parked just outside and stayed in his seat for several minutes before he finally got out. He walked up to your door, but just before he knocked he noticed the door was open. He scrunched his face, grabbed his gun, and walked in slowly. Dean searched the entire house, and you were gone.

He took out his phone and called Sam. “Sam she’s gone.”

“What?? What do you mean she’s gone?” he questioned.

“I think the thing we’re looking for took her.” Dean responded.

“She said she had devil’s traps everywhere and her house was laced with salt.” Sam started.

“Yeah and a werewolf would’ve done damage.”

“What do you think it is then?” Sam asked.

“I’m thinking it’s a witch.” he answered.
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“You woke up chained to a chair, in the middle of a living room. Which was furnished with brightly colored furniture.

"Where am I? Barbie’s dream house?” you mumble.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” the man who had captured you said. You simply rolled your eyes. “Now tell me child. What did you do to get stuck like this?” he questioned, caressing your face.

You moved your head away from his touch, “Like I’m going to tell some dainty witch.” you spat.

“Tell me~” he whispered in your ear.

You blinked several times, “When I was thirteen I wanted to be like my dad. He’d leave me and my brother’s in a motel room and go off on hunts. I snuck into his car before he left. Thinking about it now, I realize that he knew I was there. He’d roll down the windows when he was out of the car or left it running in the night when it was cold. He was hunting a witch that was making adults young, only they kept getting younger, to the point before a baby, and they’d die. Long story short, I was bait and the witch preferred to keep me thirteen so I could see everyone I love die. My dad blamed me for it’s escape and lectured me when we got back. We fought. I ran away. The end.” You blinked again, mad that he was able to get that out of you.

He laughed and turned away to leave you alone. After he left you moved your head toward you hand, taking a bobby pin, and start picking at the lock. Once you freed your right hand, you check if he had searched you for weapons. Sure enough all your knifes were gone. Luckily he didn’t seem to find the secret pocket inside your jacket, where you kept your phone. You took out your phone and paper, dialed the number, and waited for an answer.

“Hello?” you heard.

“Hey uh- guess what? You’re hunting a witch and I’m at his house right now. I have one hand free and he’ll be coming back any second. Trace my phone. Bye.” you said quickly before hanging up and stuffing your phone back where it belongs.
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“Who was it”?“ Sam inquired.

"That was her. Here trace her phone. The witch has her.” Dean said.

With that Sam quickly traced your phone and were soon racing to your location. They bursted through the door, which wasn’t really a sound plan, considering you were being held hostage. They, unknowingly, were pretty shaken when they realized you were gone and that you might be in danger. So yeah, of course they would come in guns blazing.

The witch was angry that his door was kicked down and turned towards you. “This was your doing.” he shouted.

“Me? How could I do anything when I’m tied up?” you say waving your free hand. “Oh. Right.” you add sarcastically.

“I know you must have enjoyed your youth.” he starts.

You nod, “Yeah this isn’t so bad.” you lie.

“Well times up little girl.” he spat, waving his hand around. He threw some sort of dust at you just before Sam and Dean came in and shot him.

The boys witnessed as you slowly aged up to the age you were supposed to be.

“What the hell?” Dean muttered.

“We-We’ll reverse this.” Sam said.

“Reverse this? Why would you do that. I’m supposed to be this way.” you say as you looked over yourself.

“What?” they both said.

“When I was thirteen a witch curse me into staying thirteen, before I ran away from home, well if you call a motel home.”

“You ranaway at thirteen?” Sam inquired.

You nod, “Yeah. My dad was a hunter and he’d leave me and my brothers at a motel.”

They were completely dumbfounded. You were confused and all of you just stood there staring at one another. Until Dean stepped up and hugged you. “Y/N” he whispered happily.

You found it strange that he was hugging you and even stranger when you felt the need to hug him back. “Yeah- I don’t remember telling you guys my name but yeah… Thanks for the save.”

Dean pulled away, his hands on you shoulders. “Y/N… It’s us. Dean and Sam.”

You looked from one to the other. It was now you who were completely dumbfounded. “Dean? Sam? Really? It’s really you?” you question. They nodded yes. “Dean!” you shout, hugging him again. “You’re as huggable as always.” You pull away and turn to Sam. “Sam!” you shout again. “Sammy you’re way too tall!” you chuckled. When you pulled away to get a good look at both of them, tears streamed down your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t want to leave you guys but-”

“Hey- Hey. It’s alright. We’re together now. It’s fine.” Dean said softly.

“No. It’s not fine. I really missed you guys.” you say, wiping away tears only for them to be replaced with more tears.

“Dean’s right. What matters is that we’re all together again.” Sam adds.

You nod, “Alright but I’m not leaving this time.” you promised.

Dean chuckled, “Like we’d let you leave us.”

“Yeah- You don’t have a choice. You’re stuck with us.” Sam adds.

“Thanks guys.” you mumble as you bring them both into another hug.

Hope you liked it! x)

anonymous asked:

How does your week/ day look like? Im really courious, cause im always feeling like im wasting my potential or im too much on my phone.. you really inspire me and your blog gives me life, thank you so much! You have a beautiful soul.

Aww thanks!

Honestly, you just have to live your life. Put down the phone once and a while, read books, learn new things, look at life within you and around you. Show love, make love, be kind, and like people spiritually and third dimensionally, beyond social media. Take random walks, explore different atmospheres, even if it’s just a train ride away. Go out dancing occasionally and let your body flow with the rhythm of the music not caring what those around you may think; freeing your soul. Then enjoy your own company, and tune into your soul… listen to the whispers.

Make mistakes and grow from them; they are our main teachers. People who don’t budge, stuck in their ways, and not willing to change for themselves are the unhappiest. They go through repeated cycles and the same problems with various people, because they simply can’t face themselves or just comfortable with the same waves of pain, stress, and heartaches.

And while in the midst of all this follow your true passions and love with all of your heart the best you can, because that is a life without any regrets even if leaves you broken hearted. At the end of your life within your soul you’ll be at peace, and know you’ve done and experienced all you could within this temporary reality, and had fun on the ride of life.