seriously over my head in this pattern making stuff.... it's just too much fun.

Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 21)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+. Small spoilers for an event common to Yoosung, Seven, and Zen’s routes.

Busy week so this chapter’s a little later than usual, but it’s also pretty long. Thanks for reading!

You glance up at the security camera above the door to the apartment as you shift your grocery bags to one hand so you can type in the passcode. Briefly you wonder if you ever make eye contact with Seven when you look at the cameras. Well, you doubt he’s keeping an eye on them 24/7. Maybe he just has it set up to notify him if a stranger comes by or something. The only stranger you can think of doesn’t seem to have any trouble hacking the security feeds, though… Ugh.

There’s a click as the door unlocks and you nudge it open with your hip, using your foot to shut it behind you as you enter the apartment. You flick the lights on and give the desk a wide berth on your way to the kitchen to set your groceries down on the counter. You didn’t buy much – there’s hardly any point in stockpiling ingredients for later – but you do have a few vegetables, snacks, and other foods now. At the very least, you never have to worry about something going bad before you get the chance to use it.

Somewhere deep in your purse, your phone rings. You set down the milk you were about to put in the fridge and dig around in your bag until you find it, barely glancing at the caller ID before swiping to answer. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” His deep voice is instantly recognizable.

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caprigender  asked:

I was wondering if you might be interested in writing something with an older reader character? Cause millennials are gonna be in our 70s and 80s when overwatch is recalled and it's kinda fun to think about a bunch of nerds living through the transformation of their reality into the kind of sci fi world they used to read about, getting really excited about robot limbs and moon colonies and etc. like, romantic/platonic/whatev I think it's neat and would be really excited to read your take on it

Oh god I have so many feelings about our generation in the Overwatch timeline. Like, I could ramble for hours about the good and the bad stuff and all the headcanons I have and yeah … just really excited about this topic. 
It took me a while to manage to get something semi-coherent out of all those random ideas I had. Hope you enjoy :)

Requests are open!

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Zombie Ethics

summary: Zombie AU with a twist… ft. lots of terrible innuendo (the brother-in-arms of Mindreader Sex)

genre: humour, kinda-smut, angst
wc: 9.8k (ish)
warnings: the gore you’d expect from a zombie au (blood/cannibalism), alcohol, sorta non-con

I lean back on the furs in the wardrobe, steadying my breathing.
‘Although, just in case… It’s quite cosy in here. Wanna make the most of our final hours?’
‘Well, it’s not gonna matter if we don’t use condoms at this point is it.’

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Halloween Games 2

*/\Gif from google search.*

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Originally posted by vampirelynz

Second short fic continuation of Halloween Games imagine- here. First part- Halloween Games

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3298

Jack O’Lantern Contest.

Sam carried the last and largest pumpkin into the kitchen and placed it carefully on the stainless steel prep table.

Charlie laughed at how truly massive it was next to the other three. “You really had to get the biggest one you could find, didn’t you? What the hell are you going to carve on there? A moose?”

Sam brushed her off, “ha ha. Laugh it up now but I’m winning this bet.”

“Fat chance.” Dean strolled over to the table with the carving kits they had bought. “Biggest does not mean best.”

Sam leaned on his monster of a pumpkin. “That’s what all the small ones say.”

“Hey!” Charlie smacked his arm, “watch it, beanstalk. Some of the small ones know where to hit.”

Sam chuckled as he patted the pumpkin she had picked out. “I was talking about the pumpkins.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m watching you.” Charlie narrowed her eyes as he smoothed his hand over his pumpkin.

You walked into the room with a few books of pumpkin trace patterns and a couple of print outs you found on the internet. “Hey, check these out. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff you can find online. This has seriously turned into an art form of its own.”

Charlie lit up. “Have you seen those Harry Potter ones? I mean some people have literally carved their faces onto a pumpkin.”

Dean grinned and turned to Sam. “Remember that one we saw that looked like it was vomiting out the insides? It was that rugaru case..” Dean eyed his pumpkin. “You think that’d be difficult? I could pull that off.”

Sam smiled and bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. I bet you could. You should definitely try that.” Dean held up his middle finger.

You looked at the pile in your hands. “I think I printed that out.” You placed the books and loose pages on the wooden dinner table and everyone began looking through them.

The bet the boys had started while picking out pumpkins seemed to make the whole thing become a little more competitive but no one was complaining. Not yet, anyway.

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