well a tiny bit of him anyway

Anti theory time

This post is going to be a longer one but with different sections to break it up a bit, per loose theory bits and I’ll try and keep it organized. Includes images woo! Gifs and images are compiled by me (first tries at video gifs yay). But without further ado!

1. At PAX Anti sported two, very deliberately, neck stab wounds. Maybe from one jab, maybe two. (That they are stab wounds is sortof confirmed by a post from @wubkins that Jack liked). And the placement is rather suspicious, its right where the vocal cords are.

Why the vocal cords? Most likely to shut Jack up and to not get interrupted during his little message to us (but Jack did try though with a very broken ‘Help me’). And Anti probably doesn’t need vocal cords anyway since he is most likely some kind of spirit/ghost/entity capable of 'out of body’ speech.

2. What kind of being could he be? The Tulpa has been going around as a theory and Jack himself has said that it’s fairly accurate (answered in an ask). A section of the Wikipedia page about it gives this bit:

'Playing the part of a real being’ is the part that creeps me out the most. Anti pretending to be Jack, slowly taking over the channel. People find it difficult to distinguish between them.

But despite Anti being the chameleon that he is, he is not flawless in his doings. He gets impatient very quickly, is often very rude and more aggressive than Jack. Absolutely loves violence. Going as far as wanting to chop off fingers for fun (EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5).

Full Wikipedia Tulpa link here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa It’s quite the interesting read. Heck, I could fill another whole paragraph about this stuff haha.

But where did Anti come from? Another part of the Wikipedia page says that Tulpa’s are generated by a powerful concentration of thought. Who’s thoughts in the case of Anti? The community? It might have started when the community started drawing/imagining/writing about a counterpart to Jack, his anti version. That was most likely the start of the inevitable snowball that accelerated during the October of 2016 and on Halloween itself Anti 'solidified’, was powerful enough, thanks to the attention the community gave him, to take over. “You could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened”.

He then proceeds to brag about Jack being gone forever but that might not be the case. Anti has taken over Jacks body but Jack is still around, in the background, crying out for help. Or in the case of the intro of EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5, shouting stuff to Anti about what not to do. Two 'souls’ in one body kind of thing.

3. Glitchverse and dimension breaking. What exactly are the glitches that Anti is doing? Just video glitches or something more.

Anti does like his 'green’ dimension a lot, as well as fades/cuts to black. During these bits the viewer can’t see what is happening. During these blackouts the switch between Jack and Anti seems to happen a lot. Also during the blackout of the Detention episode the character went through a door with doors usually being the symbol for gateways. Might be a far stretch with the blackouts but it has happened quite a few times. Down below are gifs of the several blackouts, in chronological order of appearance.

4. Anti’s message at PAX. Ohboy. This was just brilliant. I attended the livestream and when Jack mentioned the participation thing, I too grabbed my phone to start recording but then Anti said hi. After finishing recording and getting hyped from that and watching the panel itself I did not think much of it at first. But the day after I realized something, why did Anti wanted that we record him…? Now I don’t know if there are any Whovians around but my mind immediately strayed to the Doctor Who episodes of the The Time of Angels, where a recording of a Weeping Angel came to life. Quoting the Doctor: 'That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel’.

And if that’s the case with Anti, well, he’s probably just be grinning his ass off of the fact that we just multiplied him everywhere. And are we going to delete that footage? Not likely. It was too much hype. But watch your back. '͞I͝'͝m ̛not ̕going ̀a͘nywher̡é,́ I̧'́m̨ a̶l͡wa͏y͜s t͜hére, ͏a͘l̶w͟ays̛ ̧wàt͝c͟h͞i̸ng̀'͘.

5. The glitch video montage.

Gif is at 50% percent of original speed, my brain is molten from seeing it at full speed too many times haha. @amycampbell00 did an amazing job at splicing the segment down, frame by frame, game by game over here.

It’s quite odd to think that Clustertruck, Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and Happy Wheels are in this compilation since it’s before the Halloween event but if Anti has been lurking around for some time then these series are perfect. Why? Clustertruck is a high energy game and Jack has mentioned that he gets all pumped up from it. Anti could sneakishly drain this energy from him, tiny piece by piece since he probably wouldn’t miss it anyway.

Why TABS and Happy Wheels? Well… Death, violence and gore. Again, Anti getting energy from this.

And what if the other games in the montage are the series that Anti has played/is playing. The Japan World Cup is probably one of the distraction ones, just like the Pipe Job one with a sneaky Anti at the end.

The Portal Collab and Don’t Starve ones have gotten me a tiny bit worried about Jacks friends. If they can’t tell the difference then, yikes, doomed.

Also, I’m still trying to figure out the message of the montage. The different audio segments. My feeble guess at what he says?

'Ha, ha, ha. Jack is dead, bitch. Now I’m terrified.’

First part makes kind of sense, second part, not so much. I’ve listened to the segment a heap load of times now but I’m not getting much wiser haha.

And these are my Anti theory bits for now. To anyone reading this, thank you. Also, have a cookie!

Feel free to share your thoughts about things. It’s a lot of fun going through all the theories that people have come up with so far and it gets me all excited. Good for story inspiration stuff too.


-eve

Manspreading (Part 3)


Word Count: 9k

Summary:
  “Don’t bring the dog into this. He’s young and he doesn’t need this kind of stuff pushed on him. He’ll grow up to have issues.” 

“Very funny, Tae. You’re a real funny guy. You know what else is funny? Your chances of sleeping in the same bed as me this month.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Epilogue

It wasn’t at all unusual for you to wake up smothered by the sixty-two kilograms of pure heat and clinginess that was Kim Taehyung. What was unusual however was how inappropriately naked the both of you were at the moment, and the suspiciously hard thing pressing against your side.

You’ve been awake for a good while now having an internal breakdown and devising increasingly elaborate plans to get yourself out of Taehyung’s loving death-grip. You wonder if you could slip out of his arms for a quick reprieve in the shower before you have to really face him, because right now you couldn’t think very clearly when he was so close to you and his addicting scent was bombarding your brain. He was always a heavy sleeper, and you figured you had a fairly good chance of slipping away without waking him up. When your eyes opened up and met his entirely too awake ones, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

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(the start of a kent/swoops fic… let me know if you’d read more?)

As far as roommates went, Swoops was pretty great.

He was quiet and he clean and he didn’t complain about how often Kent went out and got wasted after games, so yeah.

He was great.

Of course, that didn’t change the fact that, after the Aces lost to the Habs in the first game Kent ever played against them and the Zimmermann’s didn’t bother to show up, Kent didn’t want to be around anybody at all because, really.

He wasn’t an idiot.

Obviously the Zimmermann’s cared about Jack more than him, and obviously this whole thing has been harder on them than it’s been on him, and obviously they didn’t actually owe Kent anything, but there’d also been a time when they were sort of like parents to him and it hadn’t really been all that long ago, so yeah.

Maybe Kent had been holding out a little bit of hope that Bob and Alicia would show up at the game and say they were proud of him, and tell him that they didn’t blame him for everything, and just let him know that Jack was doing alright, but that hadn’t happened and Kent was crushed.

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hey friends :)

I’m gonna be real honest with you here, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked on the fake bf fic and writing is hard and life is just overwhelming as hell these days, so if y’all wouldn’t mind giving me just a liiiiittle bit of validation that my writing hasn’t turned to complete crap?? that’d be super cool??? please & thank you, here is what I have of ch. 6, it’s not a lot but hopefully there’s gonna be more soon now that I have some kind of flow???? idk man I love you all thank you for being so ridiculously patient

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Wolf on a Leash

Hey all! This is the first little fic I’m writing in the GoT fandom and I’m super excited. Lemme know what you think pretty please? xxx

Pairing: Robb Stark x reader 

Summary: Robb mistakes the feeling he has for you as loathing. You mistake the returning feeling you have for Robb as disgust. After 16 some odd years of having to deal with the feuding that’s been going on between his eldest and you, Ned finally takes jurassic measures to put an end to it. 

Tags: AU where Jon Arryn doesn’t die and all of the Starks stay in Winterfell, Ned is a class A troll, Ayra’s a little shit, Stark family feels, fluff, humor, s l o w b u r n, angst at some point probably


Prologue 

Ned Stark is universally known for his wisdom and fair mind, his gentle but blunt ruling hand, his honorable intentions, his kind smile and sympathetic heart. But never in your entire time living with the Starks have you witnessed this level of fuckery.


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Jumin Normal Ending Headcanons

Omg guys. About forever and a day ago, I freaked out after getting Jumin’s normal ending and said I needed to write headcanons. Well, finally. I loved his good ending, but I fell in love with the normal ending and the possibilities it brings. So, obviously, Jumin normal ending spoilers to follow if you don’t want to be spoiled on that.

Requests are open.~


  • you were absolutely SHOCKED when he made the announcement at the party
  • he obviously had something planned, but this???
  • you never would have asked him to give up his job for you
  • but it was a tiny bit of a relief? less press coverage anyway
  • he makes it his mission to have a normal relationship
  • he has plenty of money saved up but he’s not one to be idle
  • first thing he does is get Driver Kim to teach him to drive so he can take you on dates himself
  • once he has his license, he tells Driver Kim to drive around the new Department Manager
  • Jaehee doesn’t know what to do with herself??
  • she had NOT been expecting that promotion and honestly isn’t sure how she feels about it
  • but he’s so happy, he’s never felt this stress-free tbh
  • proposes after about six months, on your birthday still fast but like…way more than eleven days after meeting you
  • you’re his first ‘employee’ but you’re pretty much an equal
  • makes sure he’s not busy enough to take away from family life
  • (it helps that you two work together now)
  • all of the employees adore you - AND him he now 100% understands that work is not the most important thing and expects no one to make it their #1 priority
  • nobody ever questions his abilities or position anymore - this company is his and no one can say it’s just because he was born into it
  • cat projects have now mellowed out into cat charities - w/o C&R resources, he can’t just randomly invest in them anymore but he still donates & volunteers
  • it’s actually amazing how much he loves volunteering for them, he gets so much satisfaction now out of doing things for people just to help??
  • when kids come around, they’re spoiled as much as you are
  • but he makes sure they’re treated fairly and not just handed everything
  • he makes sure they aren’t treated with privilege just bc of who they are
  • because it was so hard figuring out that there were truly genuine people out there when he was older and he doesn’t want his kids to feel the same way
  • never, ever regrets his decision to give up C&R
  • his father still tries to convince him to come back, especially when he’ s ready to retire
  • instead Jumin recommends Jaehee as the successor
  • so eventually Jaehee becomes Ms. Chairman (chairwoman?)
    • she’s excellent at delegating so she actually has way less work than when she was an assistant, and only slightly more work than when she was Department Manager
    • with C&R resources she manages to create a coffee shop chain to rival Starbucks bc she has to be happy in this scenario too fite me
The Breakup Bureau

Words: 8.1k
Genre: Fluff, Angst

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Originally posted by eatkookiie

Saying goodbye is never easy.

Held hands over the table, she looks at him with softened eyes and a thoughtful expression. As he finishes with a gentle exhale, she nods. “You know what? You’re right! I deserve better!”

“You deserve the world and more.” He charmingly smiles, gaze dripping with honey.

She breaks out into a grin and pulls her hands away from his, leaning back in her chair. “How could I have been so blind?! I can’t believe I went through a relationship like that for an entire year!”

“And now you get to start fresh again. With someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”

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Let’s Try

Title:  Let’s Try

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Summary: A pregnancy scare leaves Eva and Tom wondering what they want.

Warnings: None

Author Note: I found this in my drafts and forgot how much I enjoyed writing it. Expect more fics out of the drafts in the coming days.


“What do you mean, you think you might be pregnant?”

I bit my lip at his voice. I don’t think he meant to sound as harsh as he did. He was likely just exhausted from the long media tour. He tended to be a bit of a grouch at the end of an exhausting day. But it still made me wince.

“Well, we did have pretty vigorous sex when I flew out to see you last,” I pointed out. 

Tom scoffed. “We were careful. We always are.”

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Your Choice - Part 2

(Part 1)

Masterlist

Pairing:
Mac x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where he and the reader are sort of an established thing but then Nikki comes back and there is a lot of tension? You can go anywhere you’re like from there.


You still weren’t sure if you believed it, the whole Nikki being a double or undercover agent thing. Even after she had explained why she did what she did. But in the end it didn’t matter what you believed, heck you’d just be glad to never see her face again. According to Jack’s big mouth she had left. No word yet on how Mac was feeling about it.

Finishing up in one of the Phoenix’s conference rooms, you stacked together the papers in a neat pile on the left side of the table. Mac’s figure entered the room just as you titled your head up.

“Need any help?”. He asked. It surprised you because those were the most words he had uttered to you since that conversation in your apartment.

Locking your phone after reading the message that popped up, you gathered the papers putting them in your oversized work bag. “No, I got it”.

“I’m guessing Jack told you that Nikki is no longer here?”. He shifted foot to foot, not liking the extra tension that just appeared out of thin air after saying Nikki’s name.

“Yeah, he did. So when can I expect her to come by? In a few days or how about few months?. I wanna be prepared in case something like this happens again”. The bitterness spilling out all too well.

Mac stayed silent. Taking another look his way, there was no question he was tired. His eyes hardly had any light to them and Bozer had accidentally mentioned that Mac was over-working himself more than usual. And judging from the way Mac was staring at you, he was drawing the same conclusion.

“What do you want, Mac?”. The tiredness kicking in from being copped up in an building all day.

“I want you, Y/N. I want what we had before I let Nikki get into my head again, before I made a stupid mistake in kissing her”. He blocked the doors entrance, his strong build no match for you. “You told me that you still wanted to be with me, it’s been 2 weeks and I need to know if you’ve forgiving me?”.

Putting the bag at the crock of your arm, you replied. “Why? So you can run to Nikki and kiss her again if my answer is no?”

He turned slightly and shut the door. “God, no Y/N!. Tell me what I need to do here? I won’t see Nikki ever again or speak to her if that’s what you want. Just please, tell me how I can get you to forgive me?”.

The truth is you’d already forgiving Mac. The sleepless nights, seeing him in the hallway not being able to run up to him, not knowing how his day went and so on, all made the choice to forgive him just a tiny bit easier. The biggest reason was the most obvious one, that you loved him more than anything. Not telling him, wasn’t to punish him in any way. It was solely for you to see if you could live without Mac, and well the answer was you couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry”. He spoke once again, this time inching a little closer. “I swore to myself that I’d never hurt you like that and I did it anyway because I’m the biggest idiot. And if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do”.

A smile started to form on your lips, “How about we just start with dinner, say my place in about an hour?”.

Mac pulled you in a quick, unexpected hug and the smell of his aftershave and the warmth of his body just felt right. “I’ll be there, I promise”. He hurried out the door, waving goodbye as he ran past the glass windows.

“I think you just made his day”. Jack stood out in the hallway, joining him the two of you walked side by side.

“I could tell you didn’t approve of me freezing Mac out for 2 weeks”. Side-eyeing Jack to get his reaction.

He causally bumped shoulders with you. “Doesn’t matter what I thought or Bozer or even Riley, the only thing that mattered was how you felt. Y/N, you had every right to be mad at Mac, I’m just glad to see the two of you are working things out”.

Stopping at the door situated at the end of the hallway, you breathed. “Well I better go, I have a dinner to get ready for. Thanks Jack for the talk”.

“Anytime Y/N”. Saying goodbye in the form of a hug, you made your out of the building feeling oddly nervous for this dinner.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, it was a message from Mac. 3 words that’s all it contained. But yet those 3 words meant more now than you every thought possible.

I love you - Mac

Typing your response back. It was going to take baby steps, trust was important to you and that was never an easy thing to get back. But you wholeheartedly believed that you and Mac could overcome this hurdle and re-appear stronger than ever on the other side.

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(A DH Missing Moment Drabble in Honor of Valentine’s Day)

Hermione shuffled a little blindly out of bed and toward the tent’s makeshift kitchen. It was still dark out, but the rising sun would soon be visible. Her shift at watch would be soon and she wanted to wake up a bit before heading out to face the cold.

As she reached the table she stopped short. Sitting at what had become “her” place was a steaming mug and a small bunch of what appeared to be some type of holly with tiny purple berries tied in a rather sad looking bow. Had the bow been better constructed and not so obviously made of scrap fabric, she might have thought she was dreaming. She did that quite a bit now; imaging warm baths and pastries and a heart that didn’t constantly ache.

No, this was no dream. This offering had been left for her, she didn’t need to ask by whom. She tried her hardest to summon the anger that had been her nearest companion since Ron’s return; she clenched her fists at her sides and snarled down at the gifts intending to leave them untouched.

As fate would have it, at that moment the scent of that cup of tea, of very expensive French tea reached her nose. It was the same tea that her Grandmother always made for her when she came for a visit (perhaps she was dreaming after all).

Her hands shook as she reached out and brought the steaming cup to her lips. It was the most perfect thing she had tasted in months: the perfect amount of sugar and the optimal temperature. She was so absorbed in the experience that she initially missed the tent flap opening, but she did not remain oblivious to his presence as he moved closer behind her. The husky whisper of her voice sought him out, though she never turned around.

“How?”

“When I was at Bill and Fleur’s.”

“Oh.”

“I recognized the tin. It was just like the one in the package your Mum sent you last year on your birthday. I nicked the last of it, for you. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion…and since today is…well…you know.”

“I know.”

“Well, anyway…I hope you enjoy it. I wish it were more. I know it’s not enough.”

She felt him turn to go: back to his watch, back to his purgatory. It would have been so easy to just let him go; to deny him the comfort of her words, to deny herself the relief of saying them. But, as they say in the stories, the warmth of his gesture thawed at least a tiny bit of her frozen heart.

“It is.”

And for the moment, it was.

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Heroes and Civilians Part 2

Part 1 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Just when Y/N thinks her dream have come true after landing a dream job at the Avengers tower with Mr Stark she soon learns things won’t be as easy as she’d first hoped. Not only is the jobs pressure more than she anticipated, but a certain metal armed man is also determined to make her life a whole lot harder at every turn. Bucky Barnes X reader

Warnings: None, just bad writing ayeee

Authors note: Thank-you so much for all the notes and comments, I appreciate them all, you guys are amazing ❤ I hope you enjoy (This chapters a bit shit)

Time went quite quick for a first day at work especially when considering the last first day you had at your previous job. You used to be a waitress at Gregs in the dodgy side of the city, that day you had 3 rude customers and tips were definitely below par. So hey who where you to complain over one rude guy with a metal arm making you clean his glass.

Right now, you were down to the last paper regarding potential missions which you could either mark as priority or not priority. Your eyes scanned the page, slightly drooping from tiredness as you tried to register each word before finally marking it as no priority along with ¾ of the other files you had read. With a deep sigh of relief, you leaned back into your desk chair and looked at the time, 16:51pm, just 9 more minutes till freedom, or so you hoped anyway, but then again you wouldn’t suppose Mr Stark would make you work overtime on the first day, no one was that cruel.

To make the minutes go that tiny bit quicker you decided to snoop around on some files on the computer that was on your desk, you scanned the bright screen and looked at all the available files on your desktop: ‘legal firms’ , ‘newspaper articles’ , ‘avenger initiative’ , ‘Mission appeals’ and ‘Profiles.’ Not knowing what either contained, you blindly clicked on ‘profiles’ and was met with the face of The Hulk, well that’s what everyone called him anyway but his real name was ‘Bruce Banner’, a scientist who just so happened to have slight anger problems, “huh, he’s kinda cute when he’s not green.” You whispered to yourself with a small smirk and clicked onto the next page; ‘Black Widow’ or ‘Natalia Romanova’ appeared next, she was a personal hero of yours if you were being honest, not only could she fight like a fucking machine but she saved the world while doing it all the while still keeping that feminine touch, talk about girl power. Yawning, you clicked again and widened your eyes ‘The Winter Soldier’ or ‘James Buchanan Barnes’, the very same guy you met earlier in the kitchen. You quickly browsed over his file and scoffed, “Hero my ass.”

“Hey Y/N” You screeched at the sudden voice and clicked off the files as quickly as you never thought was humanly possible. Looking up you saw a smiling Tony Stark with a cup in his hands.

“ur h-hi Mr Sta-I mean Tony.” You stuttered, throwing a small smile back.

“Well it looks like you finished, good job Y/N, a lot better than are last secretary. So since you haven’t darted off yet I hoped you wouldn’t mind sticking around to assist me in my coffee refills while I’m in a meeting?” He raised an eyebrow at you. Dammit.

“N-no, I would be happy to um, how do you like it?” He thrust his cup towards you and you took it with shaky hands.

“Not too milky, not too strong with two sugars. Thanks. Bring it to me when your done, I’ll be in the boardroom around the corner, on the left.” He gave you a final wink before walking around the corner leaving you, once again sat at the desk.

You huffed and finally raised yourself off of the chair and began making Tony’s coffee, determined to make it absolutely perfect because hell if you were destined to be a secretary, you were going to be the best damn secretary the world could offer. With a final stir you grabbed his coffee cup and retraced Tony’s steps, walking around the corner toward the boardroom. You gave the door two knocks before entering the room and you swore to god in that moment you almost collapsed in shock.  Sat around the long oval table where your heroes…the heroes well plus that ass you met earlier.

“Ah Y/N you have my coffee excellent.” Tony spoke up happily, honestly you were thanking the lords someone said something or else you might have been stuck in that trance forever. You walked over to Tony, thinking way to much about not fucking up a step and planted the coffee on the table before turning around and heading for the door.

“Wait Y/N! I want to introduce to everyone.” Yep you were definitely going to faint. You turned around on the spot and smiled, consciously aware that everyone was staring at you. “So everyone, this here is the new secretary Y/N. If you need anything go to her and-” he put his cup to his mouth “she makes great coffee. So Y/N, this here is Captain perfect.” Tony gestured to the muscular blonde next to him who you knew to be Captain America, one of your all time crushes who ,of course, looked a million times better up close.

“It’s Captain America and you can call me Steve, good to meet you Y/N” He smiled at you kindly and you were pretty sure a part of you imploded.

“Yeah you to-”

“Yep very nice anyway moving on, here you have Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Vision and Tin can, sadly our Asgardian friend has more important things to do.” Tony rolled his eyes as the others all waved at you, giving small hellos, all except for the Winter Soldier.

“My names not Tin Can ,Stark.” He folded his arms.

“Oh right my bad what would you prefer, Metal arm man? Oh wait how about Donnie Darko!” Tony joked causing you to smile at the guys annoyance.

“Ha.Ha.” He replied coldly leaning back in his chair.

“Well it was nice to meet you all. I’ll be outside if you need me.” With one final smile you turned and put your hand on the door handle.

“Wait.” Sighing, you looked around at the heroes for a second time.

“Fetch us a glass of water would ya doll.” It was that Bucky again, god a please would be nice, you thought, but of course your unconfrontational nature meant all you did was smile and nod with a “sure thing.” And with that you finally exited the room, closing the door behind you with a sigh. Man you were definitely calling your friend tonight, she is gonna be so jealous that you met Captain America. Then suddenly you found yourself smiling widely again and made it to the kitchen with a brisk in your step.

You searched around the kitchen for a glass and filled it up with cold tap water before swearing to yourself once again not to drop it ,come on Y/N, if you can handle coffee you can handle Barne’s crummy water, and began to make your way back to the room. Knocking twice like before you enetered to smiling faces which you weren’t sure whether made you feel uncomfterable or relaxed. You then slowly made your way over to the dark haired man with the metal arm who was still leaning back in his chair like before. You set the water down in front of him as gentle as possible.

“Surprised you didn’t drop it on the way here.” He mumbled so only you were in ear shot. You were not gonna let this guy ruin the epicness of your day that was meeting the avengers so instead you just smiled and said “your welcome” before heading back out of the door.

Once outside, you figured it’d be best to wait for the meeting to be over before leaving your desk since you never know whether Mr Stark would come out expecting another cup of coffee. So, instead you just sat on your chair, snooping on the computer until eventual boredom struck you about 20 minutes in, which then resulted in your chosen pass time of just spinning around on your chair by for minutes on end. 

“Having fun?” You jumped and immediately stopped yourself spinning, feeling slightly dizzy,and looked up to see the Winter Soldier looking down at you curiously. “You know, that is the second time today I’ve made you jump, you ought to work on that.” He smirked at you from were he was standing but you just frowned.

“Where’s Tony?” You asked confused as to why this guy was just talking to you and where everyone else was.

“They left through the other elevator like half an hour ago.” He chuckled at your now gaping mouth.

“What! So I’ve just been sitting here for 30 minutes, for absolutely no reason!?”

“Yep, looks that way doll. I’d be feeling pretty stupid right now if I were you.” His gaze focused on the expression on your face as you just sighed in defeat.

“Well thanks for telling me.” His eyebrow raised.

“Your thanking me for calling you stupid?” He asked, still somewhat amused.

“What, no. I was just- you know what, never mind, I have better things to do than talk to you, like sleeping for example which I could have started half an hour ago.” You pushed yourself off your seat.

“It’s only 6:30?”

“Well, what can I say. Talking to you bores me to the point of tiredness.” You replied with sarcasm, pushing your H/C hair behind your ear.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss.” He started walking beside as you made your way to the elevator.

“Youre not my boss buddy, Mr Starks my boss.” You stepped inside the elevator ,leaving Bucky still on the side of the wooden floor and pushed then the button for the lower level.

“Buddy?” He raised both eyebrows at the expression as both elevator doors began to close.

“See you tomorrow Barnes.” Then he was gone.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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Sherlock Vday challenge Day 11

Sherlock x reader

Note: I know, I know, I’m running late once again, but to my defense, I’ve been sick as hell the whole weekend plus we’re in the end of our term (I believe that’s how we call it in English???) in school and I had hundreds of exams and tests for the past two weeks so yeah… Any way, the prompt was “This is not what it looks like, I swear.” written for @prettyxlittlexwriter​‘s sherlock vday challenge, thanks once again for beta-reading and finding a proper ending to it, you once again saved my life dear :)

Enjoy!


Need you for a case.

I’m picking you up in ten

minutes.

Get dressed.

-SH

“For the love of- What was he up to this time?!” I grumbled.

                                                                                         Can’t you ask John?

Not really.

                                                                                                                         …

Pretty please

                                                                                         Why do you need me

                                                                                                            this time?

I’ll tell you in the cab.

Make sure to be dressed properly,

we’re going to a fancy place.


I sighed. That man could get me to do everything he wanted…

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

“We are formally invited to a reception for Valentine’s day evening and it will be our sole chance to catch the butter knife killer.” Explained Sherlock, as I climbed in the cab

“The butter knife killer? You’re starting to sound like John!”

The man gave me an unamused look.

“The fact is, the killer will be at the reception and I need your help, if I was to go alone, people would notice.”

“Why don’t you go with John?”

“He’s with Mary.”

“Why didn’t you asked Molly then? She’s dying for a date with you!” I pouted, not at all happy to be forced to spend my Valentine’s day with him.

“She’s got a boyfriend Y/N, they’re even fiancés and she’s surely spending her Valentine’s day evening with him.”

“Well what if I wanted to spend mine with my boyfriend?” I tried.

“You’ve got a boyfriend?!” exclaimed the man, turning to me.

I could have sworn jealousy flashed in his stormy eyes for an instant.

“Sadly, no.” I grimaced, “But it was worth a try.”

He shook his head once again and turned back to the streets, eyes scanning every passer-by as the cab would go pass them.

“Anyway it’s not like if you have any choice left now.” He mumbled.

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

A few minutes later, we were both standing in the entrance of a room full of rather distinguished guests.

“How did you even got invited for this?” I asked the detective, as he offered me an arm.

“Dear Y/N, after all these years we have known each other, I’m sure you could deduce it.” He smirked, leading me through the crowd.

“Come on Holmes, we don’t have time to lose if we want to catch the killer, just tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be much fun if I was to you know…” he stopped and showed me a man entering the room. “Look who’s there.”

It was a well-dressed man, small and skinny, moving with a certain grace and ease through the guests, chit chatting with some of them, going from a small group to another one.

“It’s William Johnson, the host. His family has always been one of the richest and most powerful in the country for some obscure reasons. You think it’s him?”

Sherlock nodded softly, his eyes scanning him, deducing every tiny bit of information he could get from him.

“I’ve known him for years Holmes, he’s harmless.”

“I wouldn’t be as sure of myself if I were you. Anyway that’s why we’re here.”

He lead me through the crowd, directly to where our host came from. He stopped and pulled me in a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of my head. I clenched my teeth, resisting the mighty need to punch him right where it would hurt the most.

“You know your way around the mansion?” he whispered in my ear.

“Oh that’s why you needed me instead of anyone else.”

“You know the way, yes or no?” he insisted. “It’s our only chance to find the right evidences to stop him.” He released me from his embrace and took me by my shoulders, “Y/N, please. For me.”

“You win.” I sighed. “Follow me.”

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

“How long have you known him?” inquired Sherlock, looking at an old picture of William and me.

I looked at him, the blue light passing through the closed curtains of the room giving a mystical taste to his feature as we searched through our host’s papers.

“As long as I remember. Our parents have always been close friends. We even dated a few years ago but we lost track of the other one after uni… I can’t believe he would be our killer, this is so… unlike Bill.”

“Are you sure?” The tall man handed me a ripped piece of cloth. “The rip fits perfectly with the one find on the last victim.”

“Not as sure as I’d like to be…” I sighed. “If you’ve got all you needed we’d better go before some passer-by hear us.”

Putting everything back to its rightful place, we left the room for the vast and empty hallways. We had almost reached the rest of the guests, the babbling of the crowd faintly audible in the background, when two voices resonated through the air. We rushed to the closest door, trying to open it, but failing since it was locked. I gave a panicked looked to my companion and he pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mines in a passionate kiss. I passed an arm around his neck as we pulled apart, panting, his gorgeous blue eyes fixed in mines as we kissed a second time, hoping the two intruders would change to course quickly.

“Y/N?!”

Sherlock and I pulled away as I started to panic.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE DAD I SWEAR!” I screamed in panic, recognizing my parents, who, of course, had to be invited by William.

“No, no I guess it surely isn’t what it looks like…” said my father.

“James, don’t be harsh on her, it was about time she found herself some real man.” said my mother, trying very hard not to laugh.

My father looked at us for a instant, deciphering how he should react. He sighed and shook his head, extending an arm to my mother.

“Make sure to bring him next time you pass by love.” she told me, before they left.

I turned to Sherlock, clenching my fists.

“I am never going to hear the end of it. You owe me one Holmes.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make this up to you. It is Valentine’s day after all.” smiled the detective, leaning to kiss me once again.

anonymous asked:

Could you please do the main threes reactions to their S/O coming through the door and groaning a lot about tea that went down at work/practice that day. Like, how do they respond to ranting/complaining after a long day

Yuuri:

-Immediately makes them hot chocolate and sits them down on the couch

-Listens to them rant all the way through

-Offers some advice/comfort when they’re done


Viktor:

-The perfect excuse for cuddles!

-He’ll cuddle s/o the whole afternoon, since he wants them to tell him everything

-He’s the person to offer silent comfort


Yuri:

-Knows the feeling very well, so he’ll want s/o to feel well again as soon as possible

-He’ll hug s/o and tell them everything’ll be okay

-Goes a tiny bit overboard with the comforting, but we love him anyway

anonymous asked:

whiskey and dex?

To be honest, the first time Whiskey asked Dex to come over, he really did need help fixing the hot water tank.

The landlord hadn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, and Whiskey and his two roommates were forced to suffer through two days of cold showers before Bitty suggested he ask Dex.

He didn’t know Dex too well. They were teammates, sure, but outside of hockey, they didn’t hang out too much. Granted, the semester had just started and he’d only known Dex for a few months.

After Dex had fixed the water tank (it turned out to be an easy fix, it turned out; a valve had come come loose), Whiskey had invited him to stay for a bit after. They had beers on the tiny patio and it, surprisingly, turned into a great conversation between the two of them. Dex did most of the talking which Whiskey was more than okay with. He preferred to listen anyways. Dex had always seemed to intense before, but after that day, Whiskey felt a little more relaxed around him.

It seemed to snowball from there.

Whiskey found himself being so much more aware of Dex. Whenever he was in the room, it was like Whiskey’s attention was magnetically drawn to him. He couldn’t quite explain the feeling, but it was starting to feel a lot like the crush he had on Hayden Radcliffe in the seventh grade.

It was hard to find alone time to hang out with Dex. With a whole hockey team hanging around them and their very different class schedules, their lives didn’t really overlap too much outside of the rink.

Which was why Whiskey had to do some plotting.

He bought a bookcase. He really did need a bookcase because the books he needed for his English classes were quickly piling up, and his poor nightstand looked like it was one paperback away from collapsing. He could have put the bookcase together himself though, but he pretended that he didn’t know how.

“Sure, I can stop by on Saturday,” Dex agreed.

Except, on Saturday, when the doorbell rang, Whiskey found himself staring at Ransom and Holster in his doorway. “Brah, you need a bookcase to put together?”

“Uhhh.” Whiskey’s mind went blank. This wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Dex got busy. The fridge is on the fritz at the Haus, and Bitty’s throwing a fit over his ingredients spoiling, so he’s there trying to fix it,” Ransom explained.

“Oh, right, sure,” Whiskey said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

They did successfully put the bookcase together, for the most part, but only because Whiskey finally picked up the instructions and walked the boys through it step by step.

He tried again when he told Dex that he was having serious concerns with the furnace because he was hearing “noises”.

Dex did come over this time, technically, but he also brought Bitty who had been worried about him. Bitty smothered him in extra blankets and pie. “You should report your landlord. Furnaces are really dangerous if they’re not properly maintained,” Bitty said. “I hope you haven’t been too cold. It’s been so chilly these last few days.”

“I’m fine,” Whiskey said mournfully as he ate his pie.

Finally, Whiskey had to do something drastic.

Climbing under the kitchen sink, he took the wrench and loosened the fastener that held the faucet in place, just enough that it would look like he’d sprung a leak, but not bad enough that it was irreparable. Turning on the tap, water began to spray everywhere. Satisfied with his work, he called Dex.

“I don’t know what happened! Water’s going everywhere!” he explained frantically over the phone.

“I’ll be over in five,” Dex said.

It was supposed to be going really well until the small spray suddenly erupted into a fountain of gushing of water, and Whiskey found himself to be really panicking. He spent several minutes with towels held over the spout to try and slow down the flow.

“Oh, thank god,” he said when the doorbell finally rang.

Dex efficiently shut off the water before fixing the tap. Whiskey had a perfect view of Dex’s ass when he was bent under the sink. When Dex finally got up, Whiskey schooled his features into his best attempt of nonchalance.

“I think one of your roommates is playing a prank on you,” Dex said, wiping his hands.

“My roommates?”

“There is no way that faucet could have come loose like that without someone fiddling with it.”

Whiskey could feel his face heating up. “Oh,” he managed.

Dex had an unreadable expression on his face for a moment. “Can I have some water? I’m suddenly thirsty.”

“Yeah, of course.” Whiskey reached up into one of the cabinets to grab a glass, and when he turned around, Dex was right behind him. Whiskey squeaked in surprise, but managed to hold onto the glass.

“I hope I’m not reading this wrong,” Dex said, and before Whiskey could process what he meant by that, Dex leaned in and kissed him.

When Dex pulled away, his ears were pink and he looked nervous. Whiskey barely caught his breath, but he wanted more. He pulled Dex back by the collar of his shirt, wrapped his arms around him, and they both forgot about the wet kitchen for a while.

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ghost-of-peppermint  asked:

Does anyone ever assume that baby Atem is Yuugi's biological kid, and how do they react to that (considering how young Yuugi is and looks even younger)? How does Yuugi respond to people assuming that? Also, how much understanding does baby Atem have of what's going on around him? Most importantly, does Kaiba try to challenge the baby to duels and how ridiculous is he about it? Sorry if that's too many questions.

There are wild theories on who the mother is, as nobody has seen Mrs. Mutou pregnant for the past few years, she’s definitely not Yami’s mother. Nobody has seen Mr. Mutou at all either. And since Yami likes calling Dark Magician “Mama”, they all assume his mother looks similar to that Duel Monster. Yuugi is torn between being angry at the implied accusation of his father cheating and Yami being abandoned or relieved at the perfect cover story that he didn’t even have to make.

As for Kaiba… he’s more of that uncle who spoils their nephew with toys, really.

Events from season zero changed a bit and made Yuugi a little more assertive, which resulted to him dueling Kaiba. The CEO sees him as his rival, rather than Yami like in canon. He does see potential in his rival’s younger brother, and helps encourage him to keep dueling (well, that’s his excuse anyways, he just has a soft spot for children).

Btw can we talk about how important Pepe as the second captain of the NT is? Nani’s out injured so Pepe gets to step up and as much as I love Nani and everything he represents in this NT i’m looooving this Cris x Pepe captain duo. Pepe stepping up at the award ceremony the other week filled my heart with joy as well - like the way everyone was refusing to speak so he just stepped up and took the front stage which doesn’t happen a lot for him since he barely wins awards at ceremonies like this (much to my annoyance). Anyways, what I mean he’s that he’s aways in the shadows and to see him get just a tiny bit of time in the spotlight this past week has been refreshing as hell. He deserves so much more love and recognition. And he seems like he makes a great captain ❤️ i hate it that within a week he’s going to be back to being sidecasted and ignored at Real 😔

Something Wonderful

Summary: After an issue with flower theft, the boy Phil’s been stealing from takes something of his–his heart.
Warnings: Sexual content
Word Count: 5260
Author’s Notes: i needed a blind!dan au and i needed smut and i needed that flower thief au so here we are

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Pen Pal

content: Dean is twelve years old when he asks Castiel to be his pen pal, not knowing that it will change his life completely. (x)

word count: 5377

[AO3]


1991:

“Hey, Cas, you wanna be my pen pal?”

Dean grins brightly at the slightly older boy in front of him who hid himself in a quiet corner of the Winchesters’ garden with a heavy book and ignored the grown-ups enjoying their barbecue party since the moment he arrived with his parents about an hour ago.

“What?” Castiel asks confused, apparently contemplating if he misheard Dean.

“Pen pal,” Dean repeats, dropping onto the ground right next to the other boy. “You know, exchanging letters and that stuff.”

“I know what it means,” Castiel counters. “But … why?”

Dean shrugs and starts to pluck some blades of grass. “It’s just … a stupid school project,” he explains. “Our teacher thinks it’d be good for us or whatever. She wants us to talk to kids from different countries.”

Castiel blinks. “I’m sitting right beside you,” he reminds Dean as if he seriously believes the other may have not noticed that. “And I was born here. I grew up here.”

“I know,” Dean rolls his eyes. “But you’re moving. I mean that what this party is all about, right?”

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