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Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan


Dan’s POV

 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.


 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.

Your POV

 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.


Dan’s POV

 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms


 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”

Your POV

 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  


 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…

Dan’s POV

 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

ask-kai-yutaka  asked:

Head canon of Jumin kissing with each of male RFA members each time they start with the "does Jumin Han is gay" //ineedcomedybecauseDoesJuminHanIsGay

Comedy! Σ(°ロ°) I suck at writing this ajfjiguf.
Very ooc and very silly! I hope y'all get some kinda kick out of this though!


- Jumin let him come over for some IT work on his personal computer. Seven had managed to convince him that he definitely had to do it in person, with the right wifi, and definitely had to see Elly to do it all.

- But, Jumin didn’t fall for the trap completely. While Seven did get to come inside the sweet penthouse Jumin slept in, Elly was locked behind the doors of one of her personal play rooms.

- Frowning, Seven set to work, trying to take as long as possible to get as much free good food as he could.

- Since Jumin’s computer issue was an easy fix, he set to downloading a photo editor, and starting on a masterpiece of a background for Jumin.

- It didn’t take him too long, photos of his cat-mom friend everywhere online, and soon Seven had a wonderful edited photo of Jumin in the loving and erotic arms of another man.

- Snickering, he set it up as the background, calling over to Jumin that he was done.

- As he started packing up, he watched from the corner of his eye as Jumin froze, staring at the screen.

- “Luciel. What…what is this. What did you do.”

- “What?” He tried hiding his grin, failing miserably as Jumin squinted at him.

- “Fix this, now.”

- He laguhed, moving back to the computer to start fixing it.

- “Aww, I thought you might like it. You know, cause Jumin Han Does Ga-”

- He didn’t even get to finish as Jumin forced a kiss onto him. Albeit short, Seven found himself slowly blushing.

- “Will that get you to finally shut up about that rumor? Now fix my computer, please.”

- “….Do it again.”

- Jumin glared at him for a bit, before shooing him away.

- “Get out of my house.”


- Okay, maybe drinking just a biiit too much during the charity party was a bad idea.

- Now him and Seven were teasing Jumin and Yoosung.

- Yoosung because he was a lightweight, and Jumin because…Well, it’s Jumin.

- Thankfully, it was just the RFA there, having their own little after-party. Jaehee was even getting to relax a bit, her cheeks and little giggles showing just how much she had drank.

- Jumin, however, still didn’t know how to have any fun.

- As the teasing shifted to Yoosung not being able to get a girlfriend, and he started tearing up, they switched to Jumin.

- ”Cheer up, Yoosung, at least you’re not like Mr. Trust-fund here.”

- Jumin rolled his eyes as Yoosung questioned him.

- ”You know, being gay and all.”

- “This again,” Jumin sighed, as Yoosung finally stopped crying a bit. The poor drunk kid.

- ”Yeah, this again, you weirdo. The only pussy you like is that damn furball of yours.”

- With that, he was awarded a glare as Jumin got up from his seat.

- “Don’t get so huffy, dude, and learn to take a joke. If it even is one.”

- He went to take another sip from his glass, but Jumin strode over to him, yanked him up from his seat by his collar, and planted his lips harshly against his.

- Zen was in complete shock, plopping back on his seat as Jumin grabbed his coat.

-”W-What the fuck!”

-”Learn to take a joke, Zen.”


- Yoosung, wanting to be helpful, decided to help clean a mess Zen had accidentally, drunkenly, made during their after-party.

- The damage wasn’t too bad, but Seven had dragged Zen back to home, leaving him alone with Jumin while Jaehee was finishing off talk with some of the people they had done business with for the party catering.

- He was still feeling a bit buzzed from the two glasses of champagne he had, so as he and Jumin silently picked things up, he started asking questions he normally wouldn’t.

- “Jumin….Have you never had a girlfriend?”

- He stopped cleaning for a moment, giving Yoosung a small glance before clearing his throat and resuming his actions.

- “Once. For a couple of days, to try to make my father happy. She was a pain, so I put a stop to it quickly.”

- “Did…Did you guys kiss?”

-”….No. we didn’t do anything. She tried touching me, hugging, but I didn’t never let her.”

- “Why?”

- Jumin stopped cleaning, a subdued expression of confusion on his face.

-”I didn’t like her.”

- “Was it because of. You know…”

- “…Of what?”

- Yoosung lowered his voice a bit, even though. No one was around to hear.

- “Does Jumin Han is Gay?”

- Silence.

- Jumin just squinted at him a bit, as Yoosung slowly tried to figure out what he was trying to say.

- “You know, cause everyone is calling you gay.”

- “…Yes, Yoosung, I’m aware of this. How much did you drink?”

- “What is it like? Kissing a guy?”

- While talking, Yoosung had kept moving towards Jumin, wide eyed from curiosity as the other had a flash of annoyance cross his features.

- Jumin closed the gap, yanking Yoosung’s chin up and shoving their lips together, but as soon as the kiss started, Jumin had ended it.

- “You tell me, Yoosung.”

- (Later that night, once Yoosung had sobered up, he ended up crying about Jumin being his first kiss)

Cold Pizza

Summary: phil and dan never met in 2009, so phil is a very successful youtuber and dan is a very smol youtuber, so dan works at a pizza place to help support himself. dan is a very big phil fan.

Warnings: makeouts, GR1ND1NG

A/N: i need to go to church … thank u ninchuser for readin  this through have an unholy 4k words

Dan’s noises were like a symphony and Phil was the conductor as he let his teeth graze over Dan’s jaw and finally latching down onto his neck. He sucked, first lightly and then with more force as he left a mark on Dan’s neck. There was something in Dan’s soft, sweet skin that was addictive to Phil and he didn’t ever want to not taste it.

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Stunts Part 1 - Tom Holland Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: in this part, nothing much except for mentions of stunts and stress caused by school, but next part will have mentions of anxiety and fear

Summary: Ever since Haaz and Tom left to work on the Spiderman movies, you’ve been left alone to your studies. But, the cast had grown to love you much that they give you a surprise over Winter Break.

Word Count: 1592

It was nearing Winter Break, and your best friends were nowhere near you.

“Happy first day of break, (Y/n)!”

You laughed. “You’re not on break, Tom. And neither are you, Haz” You sighed. “I’m going to guess you’re not coming to visit.”

Tom shrugged. Harrison laughed. “You could’ve come.”

“My school won’t let me take months off like you, Haz.” The three of you stared at each other with knowing eyes. At the exact same moment, you all stuttered in your best Peter Parker impression, “I got… homework.” Haz, Tom, and you sputtered and laughed. You reached out to hold onto their hands, only to find they weren’t there.Your laugh died down and turned into a sad smile. That hole in your stomach grew.

Ever since Tom left for the movie, you relied on Haz to keep your sanity. Then, Tom offered you both jobs on set. Haz took it. You… didn’t. There were too many things in your life in your home that you couldn’t leave.

You were fine with it. You had to be.

You weren’t. You had to remind yourself that this friendship was not imaginary.

“Tom, did you tell her yet?!” someone shouted from off the camera. Laura appeared on the screen. “I guess not. Hey, (Y/n).”

You smiled a little. “Hi, Laura. Tell me about what exactly?”

Laura leaned over. “Well-”

“Hey, I said I’d tell her!” Haz argued.

Tom rolled his eyes. “(Y/n), if you want, we can… bring you over during winter break?” Tom’s lips pursed into a tense smile.

You blinked a few times. “Wait a minute. To the set?”

“Yeah!” Haz exclaimed. “We can show you around, not everywhere, but a lot of places.”

“Plus, everyone wants to meet you in person,” Laura added. She pointed at your two best friends. “These two will not stop talking about you.”

You nodded. “Ok, so I need a plane tick-”

“Not needed,” Laura sang out. “It’s paid for!”

You gasped. “What?! Are you serious?” Your jaw dropped as you jumped a little in your seat. ‘That’s crazy! I’m going to see all you guys?”

“Yeah!” the three answered with bright smiles.

You laughed. “That’s amazing!” You giggled a little. “Thanks so much you guys.”

“Anything for our best friend,” Tom beamed. His eyes shined.

You were going to see them. Tom, Haz, Laura, everyone. You’d get to see, talk, and laugh with them in person and not through some screen.

A speaker crackled. “Cast, please, come to Set 21. Cast to Set 21.”

Laura clicked her tongue. “Well, that’s our cue. See you later, (Y/n).”

“Yeah, can’t wait til you’re here,” Tom added.

You smiled. “I’ll see you guys soon.”

Laura pulled Tom right off the screen.

You bit your lip and sighed. On the other side of the camera, Haz was tapping the desk repeatedly. He groaned. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh.”

Your best friend threw back his head. “(Y/n), you need to tell him.”

“I am not telling him. It’s not like anything will come out of me telling him.”

Haz started tapping his fingers again.

You gulped. “Plus, it’s been a year. I haven’t seen Tom in a year. I haven’t seen you in six months. You all changed while you were away.”

“So have you. Even with the changes, you and Tom… you still have it. (Y/n), he talks about you. A lot. Like, way too much to be normal for a best friend.”

You held your breath. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. Tom like you? In that way? No. He was Tom Holland, up-and-coming rising star and the new face of Spiderman. And you? You inhaled shakily. “He just missed me is all.” You laughed a little, your heart cracking with each rumble of your chest. “I gotta finish studying.”

“See ya, (Y/n). Think about it?”

“Maybe.” You hung up.

On the other side of the screen, Haz turned around and smiled widely. “You convinced yet, Tom?”

Tom, who was still in the room but out of the camera’s view, was staring at the blank screen. His wrinkles were deeply set. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were hooded. Finally, Tom shrugged. “That could be about anything.”

Laura and Haz rolled their eyes.

“Guys, look at me. I can’t give her anything other than no privacy and stress and everything else that comes with being… an actor.” Tom sighed. “She’ll never… She doesn’t have any reason to.”

Then, you were on a plane. You had been bouncing your knee, tapping your fingers, and doing anything else that would calm down your excited stomach. Security was so skeptical of you. Another fangirl who stalked the cast. You already had your hand on your phone, ready to get photos of you and your two best friends.

“She’s with us.”

You looked up from your bag with a bright smile. “Haz!” You tackled him with a hug.

He laughed. “There’s the girl of the hour.” Haz tightened his grip on you. “I missed you so much.”

“I think I missed you more.” You laughed.

Your best friend inhaled through his teeth as he pulled you away. “I think someone else missed you more than anything.”

Your intimidating stare made Haz step back. He held up his hands in defense. “I’m just saying, (Y/n)! Either way, he is waiting.”

You shook your head. Haz grabbed your hand and sped past the buildings, tents, and people. Suddenly, you were at some trailers, and one was clearly labeled for the Tom Holland. “Do I knock?” you asked.

“See for yourself.”

Knowing Haz was up to something, you whipped around just in time to get swooped up into Tom’s big bear hug. “Hello to you!” he shouted in a the weirdest accent you ever heard.

You laughed. “Tom, I swear, put me down now or Peter Parker goes missing in the movie!”

Haz gasped. “Not the money-maker, (Y/n)!” As Tom put you down, Haz walked up behind him and pointed at Tom’s face. “I mean look at this. The world needs this.”

After a beat of silence, you three laughed.

Tom then said, “Hey, it’s nice to see you again.”

“You, too.”

Haz looked at you then Tom. He sputtered, “Well, don’t just stand there! Everyone’s been dying to meet you.”

“Really?” you gasped.

Tom laughed. “Plus, we have a great day planned.” He offered up his arm, which you take gratefully, and he led the way. Tom continued, “Visiting sets, costume department, props, and the stunts.”

“Stunts?” you asked.

Haz appeared at your other side and linked his arm with yours. “You know pixie dust? We have our own here. They’re called harnesses.”

You beamed. “I can’t wait to get started.”

“Is that (Y/n)?!”

You jumped a little.

Walking right towards you was Zendaya and Tony. You had seen them in so many video chats, but seeing them and knowing they were just a few steps away made you hop on your toes from giddiness. “Zendaya? Tony!” You let go of Tom and Haz and embraced the two actors. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person!” You pulled away and gasped. “I mean, look at you!”

Zendaya laughed. “Look at you! You are way prettier in person.”

“Yeah, Tom made sure we knew of that,” Tony agreed.

Before you could question his statement, Tom popped out from behind you. “Guys, we have a schedule to keep.”

Zendaya scoffed. “Since when do you care about schedules?”

“When one of my best friends is here for the first time.”

You giggled. “So, what’s first?”

You met Jacob along the way to sets. He was looking for the donuts apparently. “They always get Krispy Kreme, and that’s my favorite, ok?”

You asked, “Did you find them?”

“Oh, I did.” He pulled out a small box of Krispy Kreme donuts. “You want some. According to Tom and Haz, you guys had a tradition with donuts.”

You gladly took a glazed one. “To celebrate winter break.”

The sets were larger than life or simpler than you ever could imagine. Sometimes, it was just a green screen. Next was the costume department. Many hats were tried on and reject clothing items were smashed together. Then, they were all carefully placed back in their original spots. More or less. Then, the stunts. There, Laura was waiting. She was helping the crew set up for the experience.


You sprinted to her. “Finally!” The two of you met with a hearty embrace. She laughed and beamed at you. “It’s s nice to finally see you in person. Now, I can know what those two are talking about.” Lauren rubbed your arms and pinched your cheeks.

You giggled. “Says the model-ready actress.”

A creaking sound was brought to everyone’s attention. A crane was descending and placing down another harness on the set floor. You smiled. “Is this what stunts mean?”

Haz nodded and pulled you to his side. “You need the full Spiderman experience! So, what better way to do that than have you swing through the streets of New York like Spiderman?”

You jumped with glee raising your cheeks.“Thank you!”

You, Tom, and Haz were strapped into harnesses of your own. You had one best friend on either side of you. The three of you were lifted up a few inches. You tugged on the wires. Everything seemed stable.

“Ready for lift off!” Tom yelled. “Let’s go!”

Hello, everyone! It’s been a while. Anyway, I know, bad ending, reallly bad, but I’ve got lots of math homework to do and I can’t seem to make it better….

Anyway, I don’t know when the next part will be… But, I will do some things inbetween this and the next part. That will be in the next announcement!

Anyway, long note… Wow. I miss you guys so much!!! Hopefully, I will write more in the near future. Hope you guys enjoy this part! Have a wonderful day!

EDIT: Part 2 is up!

Armor (C.H.)

A/N: a bit of a lengthy slight angsty Calum imagine. this is a song preference. link is below :)

Masterlist || Ask



I’m not bulletproof when it comes to you.

“Are you fucking shitting me right now?!”
“No, the question is are you fucking shitting me right now?!”
I crossed my arms. “So you really don’t believe me.”
Calum let out a humorless laugh. “Why should I believe you?”
I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. “Because I’m your fucking girlfriend, dammit! You’re supposed to trust that what I’m telling you is true!”
“Maybe I don’t fucking trust what you say anymore!”
“Then what’s the point of this fucking relationship if you don’t fucking trust me?!” I screamed at him.
“You know what? I’m beginning to wonder the same damn thing.”
My mouth closed and silence ensued us.
Calum’s hands were balled into fists by his sides as his chest heaved from breathing heavily after all the yelling.
I took one step back. “Fine. You won’t have to worry about one anymore. I’ll be out of your hair by the time your show ends.” I told him in a cold voice before turning on my heel and exiting the building.

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2.17 ‘Flash Back’ liveblog

@elrhiarhodan threw out the idea of doing a meta about Flash Back.  I accepted the challenge.

I let it happen again.  I trusted someone I shouldn’t have.  Jay Garrick.  Zoom.

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Unexpected I || TBS

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

A/N: This is like the introduction to the “fluffy relationship” the anon requested. More fluff in the second part! Relish in this detailed beginning of the relationship. :)

To the anon: sorry if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind but I tried to make it a little connected to Thomas and his real-life character in general.

Request:  Hi!!!! You are an absolutely amazing writer ❤️❤️❤️. Can you do a Thomas Brodie-Sangster x reader imagine where the reader is a doctor and Thomas gets sick (nothing serious) and she sees him and that’s the start of a wonderful fluffy relationship 😍😍🤗? I’m sorry if I’m confusing.

EDIT (OCTOBER 03, 2016 || 1AM): Decided to post this early for you guys. Please don’t expect imagines as often as before. I promise to try to do the two imagines a month thing. But I feel very frustrated and worn out emotionally, mentally and physically. If you have any advice which I am desperate for, please feel free to PM me. That’s all. Enjoy!

Recently, you landed a job as a part-time nurse on The Scorch Trials. Since the film involved a lot of running on dangerous places, Wes wanted you in the set in case of any unwanted minor injuries.

And there were a few of them.

The first one was Thomas Brodie-Sangster, who sprained his ankle in his attempt to climb up sand. You sat him down on the makeshift bench and began looking for a damp cloth to clean off the dirt on his foot.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t gotten your name,” Thomas interrupted your search.

“Oh,” you weren’t expecting any of the actors to talk to you – maybe the outgoing Dylan O’Brien, but not the more reserved Thomas Brodie-Sangster. “I’m Y/N.” You offered your hand and he shook it politely.

“Is this what you do, Y/N?” he gestured to the tools in your pouch.

You shook your head. “No, I’m actually still in college.” You laughed nervously.

He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, your sprain isn’t as bad as it looks,” you observed, cleaning his foot with soft strokes of the towel.

“Probably a good thing,” he looked down at you. “My character has a limp, you know.”

“Really?” you smiled up at him briefly. After bandaging his ankle gently, you patted his knee out of habit – you did that to all your patients, but your face turned bright red at the realization that this was no ordinary patient.

Thomas chucked. “Thank you, Y/N.” he patted your shoulder before actually limping away, towards the set where Wes welcomed him again.

And that was the highlight of your long day.


The next day, you walked in the set to Ki Hong and Kaya joking around. You began assembling your tools as the actors filed in one by one until everyone was there except Thomas.

“Thomas is late again.” Ki Hong laughed, looking into his camera – seemingly recording something for Snapchat.

As soon as Thomas’ bike showed up, the crew began preparing for the first scene for the day.

Instead of running to his friends, he paused at your station. He handed you a coffee and winked before walking to the set.


The day went by uneventfully. Ki Hong got to know you better when he scraped his knee. He was a pleasant man who evidently loved his wife, as he began texting her as soon as he had the chance. He even gushed to you about her.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just really miss her.”

“S’alright,” you smiled.

“Do you have a special someone?” he smiled mischievously.

You shook your head, smiling.

“Oh, well. By the time you graduate guys will start lining up for you, trust me.” He stood up once you were done and gave you a friendly side-hug before leaving.


Cold. Wet.

That was all the remainder of your day was. There were no cabs to take you home and the set was almost empty. You were about to consider walking when Thomas stopped in front of you, on his bike.

“Need a ride, Y/N?”

Intimidated, you refused, but he handed you a helmet and gestured to the back.

“Hold on,” he said. You hesitated, then you put your hands on his shoulders. You never rode on a motorbike before – it was frightening. “Where do you live, Y/N?”

You relayed your address to him. He was a fast rider, and out of terror you clung to him a little tighter than you liked, but you had no choice. You swore you could feel him smiling.

He stopped in front of your apartment building, and to your surprise, he got off the bike as well.

You were about to enter your building when he stood there, looking at you.

“Would… you like to come in?”

“If that’s alright.” He smiled.

“It’s not much,” you said when you entered your living room. “I live alone and everything.”

He nodded.

“You want a drink? Water? Tea?”

“Tea would be nice.” He smiled.

“Make yourself at home.” You began fussing about in your pantry. The Thomas Brodie-Sangster is in your apartment.

He began scanning your bookshelves, and he stopped at your photo with your brother, Matt. “Is your… boyfriend okay with me being here?”

“I don’t have one,” you smiled. “That’s my older brother, Matt. He moved to Italy when he got married.”

He nodded. You handed him his tea, but he kept scanning your décor. Paintings, photos and such. He paused at a sketch of your parents’ wedding photo.

“That’s lovely,” he commented, sipping his tea.

“I wanna be like them someday,” you nodded, fiddling your thumbs nervously. You were basically a few inches away from his chest, and you were sure that you were going to wet yourself when you caught him staring down at you.

You’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know that he was about to kiss you. He bent down – being the tall man he was – he smelt of rain, tea and the sun.

Then it hit you.

Your first kiss is going to be Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

His lips were softer than you’d expected, and it felt like home. Like you belonged someplace secure.

He pulled out slowly, even relished in the feeling of your skin against his for a long while.

He looked at your eyes, then your lips - and his gaze drifted from those two sides of your face. Then he whispered, “I’m going to make this work,” he said. “I didn’t kiss you to walk away like it didn’t happen.”

You nodded. Is this what you wanted?

He kissed you again.

Definitely what you wanted.

A Conversation with Adam Smith, 3rd Place on America's Next Top Model 21, Part Two

(See part one interview here)

ANTMFunny: All right, Stiffy Doo… may I call you Stiffy Doo?

Adam “Stiffy-Doo” Smith: That was the critique I got all season, but I was like whatever. It’s Tyra - she can nickname me whatever she wants! I didn’t think I was stiff, I guess that’s just my demeanor.

ANTMFunny: I never really understood how you were supposedly so drunk and so stiff at the same time. 

Adam: I was never actually drunk for the photo shoots. That was one of the only things I was actually pissed about [watching the show.] They edited it like, “Oh, now that Adam’s sobered up, his pictures are better,” but I only ever drank in the house.

ANTMFunny: Got it.

Adam: Well, actually I drank before one shoot. Getting back to your point about Keith trying to sabotage me, Keith got me to drink before one shoot where they had hinted that we’d have to be naked. Keith was nervous about getting naked [ANTMFunny: I see no reason for Keith to be nervous about getting naked] so we each did a shot. The cameramen tried to get it on camera, but we hid it from them.

ANTMFunny: Which shoot was that?

Adam: The No Glove/No Love shoot. 

ANTMFunny: Oh yeah, that one made a lot of sense.

Adam: It was such a weird time. We walk in and there’s a fishbowl full of condoms, and then there’s Miss J and Yu Tsai talking about AIDS. Next, we’re wearing feathered gloves. I was like, man, this is fucking bizarre

ANTMFunny: What’s not to get? You’re putting on metaphorical condoms and then having “self-love.”

Adam: [laughs] That was the biggest joke photo shoot. The Cory-bot shoot was ridiculous, too - those two are probably the easiest to make fun of. 

ANTMFunny: Switching gears, why did Romeo head-butt you when he could have just cast a spell?

Adam: [laughs] Yeah, okay, I’ll tell you the Romeo story. It’s his birthday, and everyone was pretty drunk, he was probably the drunkest. He claims he was blacked out, I don’t if we’ll ever know the true answer to that. He was being pretty ridiculous, he was in the bedroom and trying to grab Keith’s dick. He was just joking around, but he was out of control. [Adam then recaps a lot of what we saw on the show.] The producers were trying to get me to walk away to my room. I actually did walk away to my room, and was like, “All right, we’ll handle this tomorrow,” but then Romeo said something like, “That’s right, you walk away, you pussy!” and I was like “Why did you have to say that? I’m not going to have you out here looking like a tough guy on camera while I walk away.”

ANTMFunny: Sure.

Adam: I don’t think he ever actually meant to hit me. They’re very clear on the zero tolerance violence policy. I think since I was not reacting to him at all and kind of laughing in his face, he didn’t think I was taking him seriously enough, and then he just head-butted me. I was so shocked that he did it!… Everyone was very happy when he went home. We actually weren’t sure what would happen – would they actually stick to the rules? I think [otherwise] they would have kept him around for a while just for the sake of drama.

ANTMFunny: Yeah I don’t think they wanted to get rid of him yet.

Adam: Yeah, but they had to; they were very upfront with the no violence thing at the start of the competition. 

ANTMFunny: Next question:


Adam: This is from when Mirjana was coming at me for being too drunk. This is when I really didn’t know her and really didn’t like her at all. 

ANTMFunny: How drunk would you have to be for Mirjana to beat you at an athletic competition?

Adam: I don’t think she ever could. Mirjana’s not an athletic girl. I think I could be blackout drunk and still win.

ANTMFunny: There’s no event she could beat you at?

Adam: No, there’s no decathlon event where she could beat me. 

ANTMFunny: You got flack for not being tall enough to model, did you ever consider borrowing Will’s heels? 

Adam: Haha, I don’t think I could have pulled off heels like Will can. I could have used some inches though for sure. I was taller than all of the girls barely… wait, sorry, I’m not taller than Raelia. Raelia’s huge. But when the girls wore heels, I was the shortest one in the competition. 

ANTMFunny: We saw you bark and jump around a lot on the show, do you do that in real life, too? 

Adam: [The producers] always want high energy. When we’re coming off the bus or we’re coming into the room to be greeted by the judges, production would be like, “Oh no, cut cut! Do that again with more energy!” So the joke was that I’d freak out and go, “OOOAAHH! [does a primal scream] and production would have to say, “Do that again with less energy.” 

ANTMFunny: Did any of the girls think they actually had a chance of winning or was it discussed that Tyra would probably choose a guy?

Adam: That was never a point of discussion, but in my head even from just watching the last season, I think most people would think she’s going to pick a guy to win this season no matter what. When I made the house, I thought I had a 1 in 7 chance of winning. But yeah, I never heard the girls really say that or complain or anything. Maybe there was a chance if, like last season, someone like Jourdan is head and shoulders above the competition.

ANTMFunny: Yeah, I don’t think Tyra wanted to give it to her, but then she was like, “Damn, Jourdan has to win.”

Adam: Yeah, she had six best photos. I mean, Lenox had three best photos. If they had continued to give Lenox best photos, they kind of saw the direction it was going in. I’m a novice, but in my eyes, Lenox is an awesome model and after three best photos, they were like, “Uh oh, can’t do that anymore or we’re going to have to let Lenox win.”

ANTMFunny: Do you have any portraits of Tyra Banks hanging in your house

Adam: No, not yet, but I am going to blow up the photo of me and Tyra and put that somewhere in my house.

ANTMFunny: Maybe you should put it in your bedroom. Are you concerned that Tyra thought you might be awful in bed during your Fierce Fantasy Headroll lesson?

Adam: I don’t think I was doing that bad at the fierce headroll whatever! The producers also took a shot at me during casting week for my ideal day. I think they said “10:01 sex, 10:03 breakfast.”

ANTMFunny: It was underreported, but it also made it seem like you had sex for six and a half hours between 3:30 and 10. 

Adam: [ignoring my tantric sex reference, and probably rightfully so] I was pretty scared of my mom watching that first episode. My parents are pretty good sports, though. They obviously know me, they know I’m fucking around a lot. [ANTMFunny: You’ll have to ask Adam whether “fucking around” means joking or sexing.] 

ANTMFunny: Was there really a romance with you and Shei? And is she a better kisser than Soy the bulldog?

Adam: Haha, I think [the producers] wanted there to be a romance since Mirjana and Denzel was all they got, but no. I kissed Shei in the confessional twice, just making out drunk for the camera. There was nothing more. I figure I’m not going to have sex with any of the girls, but I will make out with them. I got Shei, I got Lenox if you count the acting challenge, I got Mirjana also at the end of the [stilt] runway, but they cut that out. [ANTMFunny: With a lamp shade over his face?! I should have asked about that.] Only three of the girls were over 21. I just turned 27. I got family watching: grandparents and aunts and uncles. I don’t need to be banging any 18 year olds on national TV. [ANTMFunny: Cough cough, Denzel.]

ANTMFunny: Did you get “gorgeous porn star” Jamie Rae’s phone number at least? 

Adam: You know, I really wish I would have! I got her Instagram though. All of the girls I was laying the groundwork with [in semifinals] were cut before the house. They didn’t show this girl Amanda who was smoking hot and another girl Emily. I think I was on the same page as most of the guys. We were all upset when they cut this girl Kate Up… what was her name? Kate Compton, I almost said Kate Upton. I thought that maybe it’s a blessing in disguise since I won’t be distracted.

ANTMFunny: What’s Miss J like?

Adam: She’s weird… I guess she can be funny sometimes? You know, for the first runway show, I had only watched cycle 20, so when everyone was freaking out at the big unveiling of Miss J, I didn’t know what was going on. I had no idea who Miss J was. Maybe if I had seen past seasons I would have warmed to her character more. There was one point where I didn’t even know what she preferred to be called. I was talking to the camera and I stopped to ask about pronouns. I was like, “Wait is she a he or she? I’m being serious!” and the camera guy was just laughing at me. 

ANTMFunny: That’s a debate we’ve had at this blog, too.

Adam: Is she a transsexual or is he just going by “Miss J”? 

ANTMFunny: He actually got that nickname from someone on the first season.

Adam: There was a Mr. Jay, right?

ANTMFunny: Yeah, well there were two Jays, so then this uptight Christian girl – well woman, I suppose, she was pretty old [ANTMFunny: Sorry/notsorry, Robyn!] – called one Mr. Jay and one Miss Jay just to differentiate them and it stuck.

Adam: The funny thing is he doesn’t come across as gay really to me! Especially at first, just in his demeanor or speech or the way he dresses. I didn’t know if he was gay or transsexual.

ANTMFunny: I don’t think we still know if it’s a genuine identity or just a character after 21 cycles, to be honest! But I would agree that he used to be funnier back when the show wasn’t entirely a joke, he added levity to the situation. Whereas now, you don’t need as much levity, I guess, unless it’s Franco. 

Adam: Yeah, I agree, Franco is definitely the funniest of all the judges. 

ANTMFunny: Tell me about Franco Lacosta! I’m obsessed!

Adam: Oh man, I share your view on Franco, I think he’s an incredible character, like a gay Arnold Schwarzenegger. He should be a staple on the show.

ANTMFunny: Is he similar to how he comes across on the show? 

Adam: He is exactly like that. I was cracking up the first night we were introduced to him. Maybe he’s acting for a reality show, but I’m pretty sure that’s him. If Tyra were smart, she’d bring him back for Yu Tsai’s job next season.

ANTMFunny: Did everyone know Tyra was dating Erik Asla?

Adam: I didn’t know until someone pointed it out, and then once I did see them kind of… I never saw them kiss, but some people say they did, but I did notice them canoodling. Good for him. Banging Tyra Banks on the side! Classic. He’s the man.

ANTMFunny: All right, what was the single funniest moment of the show for you?

Adam: The hardest I laughed while on the show… can I say something that wasn’t on TV? 

ANTMFunny: Sure.

Adam: At some points when we’re drinking, they’re just like, “All right, we got enough footage for tonight, we’re not going to show you binge drinking on tv, just go have fun.” So we weren’t on camera and we were playing Never Have I Ever. It was “never have I ever sucked a dick” and the girls put down their fingers. Raelia puts down her finger and she goes, screaming of course, ‘cause she’s loud, “I sucked a penis before, I love sucking penis! I sucked a penis before and I’ll suck it again!” Then, from behind the walls, you hear a producer yell out [in a deep voice] “OH YEAHHHHHHHH!” She got embarrassed because you forget that they’re even there, but they’re always watching. Everyone just died laughing.

ANTMFunny: Is that how we missed the Will/Matthew kiss? 

Adam: I wasn’t actually there, but this is the story I was told after: Matt was saying, “I’ve got no filter, I’ll say whatever, I’ll do whatever, I don’t give a fuck!” And Raelia said, “All right, I dare you to whip your dick out.” And he just did it. And then Romeo’s like, all right, I dare you to kiss Will, and he just went over and kissed Will. The next morning, they turned it into a bisexual thing. That was kind of weird. I’ve chilled with Matt a lot here in LA - he parties on my level – and from what I can tell, I don’t think he’s bisexual. But yeah, for whatever reason, they didn’t have it on camera. There’s usually only one camera guy working late at night and if he’s on break or in a different room… If they did get it on camera, they 100% would have shown it.

ANTMFunny: I think so, too.

Adam: There was a lot of stuff like that on camera, though, and I guess they had to cut it out. They could have made a quality show if it didn’t have to be on the CW network.

ANTMFunny: And if they gave up the pretense of it being a modeling show, maybe…

Adam: Yeah. The cast was great, everyone was funny. Watching the show, I was like, man, we had better footage – they could have made this so much better. 

ANTMFunny: All right, Adam, thanks for being so generous with your time. Komsayameda!

(This interview has been condensed and edited.)

If any other people from the ANTM universe want to shoot the shit with me at some point, drop me a line: Kevinbabbles@gmail.com

Supernatural TippiTV Recap: 11-20 “Don’t Call Me Shurley”

Well, finally it’s May. You know what that means! Shit’s finally gonna start hitting the fan. All this time, characters have been saying, “Things are getting bad out there!” while “things” actually look totally fine. But now, at last, those things, whatever they are, are finally going to be VISIBLY bad and not just sit-n-chat-about-it bad.

Previously on Supernatural, a guy named Chuck Shurley wrote Supernatural books under the pen name Carver Edlund. There are so many layers of meta all you’d have to do is sprinkle olives on top and it’d be a dip you can take to a potluck.

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anonymous asked:

can you please please explain to me about this kris wu scandal? it's so confusing seeing ppl say its fake and not (ignore this if it is too bothersome ><)

tbh i wasnt gonna answer this or any of the more….colourful ones bc as i said in previous asks i dont wanna be dragged into this…but all the victim blaming and various other asks i got in my inbox calling the girl slurs, shielding him etc is really….just too much.

so here’s some stuff and you can decipher for yourself:

  • 14 june 2am, gina releases 4 screenshots of her and wyf’s text convos (rough trans linked)
  • the same day some other girls came out and commented on gina’s post with bed pics of wyf (his fans here are saying they’re fake idk tho, altho the one (there’s 3) that doesn’t have a pinky tint to it might be but then again the pic cld have been taken before the tatt idk)
  • a girl using her friend’s weibo acct (because she doesn’t have one) messages gina with photos of herself and wyf which her friend took, she says she didn’t know wyf was this sort of person. she met him thru a friend, they drank a lot, and then had sex x x (she says she’s the one in white)
  • i think ppl were trying to say that the pics with him posted from the girl above and this one x were fake and some other guy, this is later debunked bc the guy never said it was him and was annoyed that ppl tried saying so.
  • audio/vids of wyf and girls at karaoke etc (just to help add up the stories, nothing too notable said/done - fans tried to say that they were all edited clips of words he’s said before then put into this video…..right..edit: just got reminded that in one of the videos a girl asked him to come visit them again and he said I promise next time I come I will.) x x
  • gina later posts another screenshot of a convo they had after the above things were posted by other girls, she says in the post: i always believed what you said was the truth, am i too naive... x (trans of the screenshot) (the 2nd image is a diff incident)
  • after refusing to answer the media gina finally gives one interview and basically plots out the timeline of her and wyf’s relationship and what happened after she posted the pics x (the vid)  x (i translated the vid v roughly for a friend, there’s some problematic shit in there as well - the n word was used)
  • vid of her literally tapping her phone to show wyf’s audio wechat messages to her, buying her a plane ticket x (basically pretty damn incriminating that it is him in the prev screenshots)
  • latest thing that happened: apparently wyf’s mum called gina to try and tell her to stop but she refused unless wyf talks it out with her but he didn’t x
  • oh and ppl are trying to show her in pics w this one guy, imply she was cheating etc, using him for fame like? ok? that doesn’t mean what wyf did is right? anyhow. the court case filed by wyf’s team never went @ gina. this has led many cnetz to question why he doesn’t sue the main source of the problem if it was fake?

i know some fans will try and discredit what im saying bc im not his fan etc but all i’m doing is translating what’s happening and i don’t believe it’s right to shield men/anyone over this. you can still be his fan?? just don’t defend someone when they obviously fucked up?

tldr: this is a girl, 6years younger, being led on and believing they’re dating, that this is more than sex (obv it’s not), she isn’t a groupie (as some ppl are trying to just chalk it up to), a man she was dating suddenly disappeared, she wants to know why, finds out that he may have cheated on her with other girls. this is the crux. calling her a ‘snitch’, ‘whore’ etc because of this is so ugly…..

edit: some asks that i answered regarding the situation and debunking what some anons have been misinformed abt here , here and here

Say Cheese, Pt. 4

This is the end of the road, people! I might revisit the universe from time to time, but I have already planned out my next fic (what have you people done to me?). So, enjoy the last entry in the Say Cheese ‘verse, dedicated to @damnslippyplanet - Happy Birthday! 

Want to catch up? Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3

Ben Jones was about 70% sure he wasn’t going to die. He quietly fiddled with the f-Stop on his camera, trying not to make eye contact with the two cannibals pacing in front of him. The things he does for Freddie fucking Lounds and a fat retainer.

“Why the fuck can’t he just go downstairs and point the camera up? Suddenly you’re too good for balcony sex?” Will gestured to Jones, who tried to make himself smaller on the overstuffed blue sofa.

When Will had grabbed him in the lobby and dragged him upstairs, Jones had known for sure he was going to die. So when the empath deposited him on the sofa and asked for his professional opinion about the setting and angles of the next TattleCrime Murder Husbands shoot, Jones found himself at a loss. Freddie had told him to show up, point the camera at the balcony of Honeymoon Suite. She hadn’t mentioned anything about refereeing a spat between the most notorious serial killers on the planet.  

“I have repeatedly told you that the Adriatic angle will not work. I prefer to be shot from the left.”

“You know what the left side of your face looks like? THE RIGHT SIDE OF YOUR FACE. You don’t have a bad angle, you goddamn fop!”

Hannibal Lecter, top of the FBI’s Most Wanted List, took a seat next to Jones smoothing the blue satin next to him. He sniffs at Will who continues to stomp, muttering about ‘prissy little cannibals’. Taking a moment to adjust the black robe around his legs, Hannibal lifted a silver platter toward the photographer, offering him a chocolate covered strawberry.

“Mr. Jones, may I offer you a treat?”

“Y-yes. No. Um, are…are they strawberries? Like strawberry strawberries?” Jones feels his throat constrict when he meets the warm maroon eyes. Hannibal furrows his eyebrows.


Still pacing in large arcs through the suite’s living room, Will snorts.

“He’s trying to ask you if they’re people.” Jones feels his pulse in his ears, he envisions a maid coming upon his rended body in a luxury suite in Montenegro. Understanding lifts Hannibal’s brow.

“I assure you, these were procured from room service,” Hannibal purrs, “and they do not share my recipes.”

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A Dean and Cas AU, ~900 words

From this post“Your cat keeps getting into my house and I don’t even know how would you care to explain,” with a few modifications

Crossposted at AO3

Cas shuffles the puppy under his arm, reaches forward to knock on the door. “Sam? It’s me, Castiel.”

He hears footsteps, the door swings op, and oh- that is definitely not Sam Winchester.

“Hey, he’s not home right-” The guy stops, hand on the doorframe. He swallows. “Oh. Um. Hi. I’m Dean. Sam’s brother.”

Cas finds his throat dry, his mouth suddenly incapable of shaping words. This – this is Sam’s brother? The “goofy, obnoxious loser” Sam so often talks about? But he’s, well, he’s hot. Really hot. Tall, clean-shaven, soft freckles across his cheeks. Suddenly, Castiel feels very, very lightheaded. “Uh,” he stutters, sticking out his hand, “Castiel. Cas. I live next door.”

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Description: Demon!Reader x Sam.  Reader is sent to kill Sam but things don’t quite go to plan. Kinda fluffy, kinda angst?

Warnings: Very mild violence/threats.

Words: 2,190

Author’s Notes: I must admit I loved writing this. Oh, and disclaimer, I know absolutely nothing of Illinois so if anything sounds off, I apologise, I tried to make it pretty generic! Feedback would be super, not sure if this is what people want or not!!

Y/H/C is ‘your hair colour’, in case you hadn’t guessed :)

You cracked your knuckles and stretched your neck whilst you waited in the back of another loud biker bar. You had received an anonymous text message two days ago to meet at this place in exactly ten minutes time. It was in regards to a special task Abaddon had planned for you. A few centuries ago you had asked a favour of the knight of hell and she always said that one day she would cash in on that promise. It looked like today was that day. You approached the bar and caught the attention of the bar keeper with a nod, ignoring the looks your were receiving from slimy men along the way.

You could see what the men saw in your meat suit. You were a demon, of course, but you could certainly see how the humans could view you as attractive. Your Y/H/C hair was loose and soft looking, you wore a slim fit leather jacket, a loose white shirt and slimming jeans that accentuated your curves perfectly. You topped the look off with your trade mark war paint of blood red lipstick, the old persona inside of you had long since given up on screaming at you when you reminded her of the people you had killed whilst wearing it.

The bar keeper approached you with the peach schnapps cocktail you had ordered. “Hey sweetheart, you here with anyone?” he asked with a wink and smirk which was quickly wiped away as his eyes darted behind you. 

“Y/N, I assume?” A deep voice said behind you.

You fiddled with your drink surreptitiously, turning around as you began to speak. “What’s it to you?”

A large man with tattooed arms stood behind you with a straight face. His eyes flickered to black and back again and you mirrored the expression.

“Here’s your target, Abaddon wants him dead within the week. She doesn’t want both targets killed at the same time. Contact her when the first job is done in the usual manner. She will give more instructions following his elimination” The man handed you a set of two photos and a name scribbled across the top one, turned his back and began to walk away.

'Sam Winchester’

Quickly you looked at the other photo in your hands.

'Dean Winchester’

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “What the hell?! You never mentioned anything about a Winchester?!” You shouted after the man.

“You owe us, remember?” He said over his shoulder before leaving hearing range and exiting the bar.

You ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath, looking at the photos in your hand. “Well, game on, boys, game on…” You sipped your drink and began to formulate your plan.


It was two nights later and you had tracked the Winchester brothers to a motel in a small town in Illinois. You had calmed your apprehension by now and relaxed into your role. You hadn’t struggled due to the fact of the distinctive car that they drove all the time. A simple persuasion of an official and you had traced the 1967 Chevrolet Impala that the boys held so dear to them. You had only now to find a perfect time to wipe Abaddon’s little problem away. Separating the brothers was the problem, they were together an unhealthy amount and your contract specifically stated you must kill one before the other.

So that evening, you began to watch them.

You watched them joke about petty things as they researched and drank beer. You watched as they called their friend 'Cas’ on the phone (you knew to avoid him, the powered down angel would lessen your survival chances in an already low odds game.) You watched them have a late night and wake up early the next morning for more research. You watched them order food. You watched them go to a rough bar the next night. The one called Dean chatted to anything in a skirt whilst Sam was friendly, but quieter. You watched as Dean left with a bubbly red head and Sam was left alone, this was your chance, he was alone and he would have to walk home alone at some point.

You patiently watched from a distance, tossing up the choice on whether to go in and flirt with him to get him alone or just follow him and slit his throat before he knew you were there. You opted for the first choice, if you were going to be blackmailed into killing the Winchesters, you may as well take your time and have fun with it.

You began to top up your makeup before pausing. From what you’d seen and heard of the younger Winchester, he liked girls who were a little more natural. Well, except in the case of Ruby that you’d heard of… You settled on just topping up the foundation and lipstick rather than heavy eye makeup.

Checking your reflection, you contemplated what could make you more aesthetically interesting to Sam Winchester. Glasses? Yes, glasses. Your meat suit had worn glasses before you had taken over but your demon blood had rendered them useless. You saw a man en route to the table you needed to get to who had his glasses off by the side of him whilst he massaged his temples, clearly stressed by his mundane life. You brushed past the table snatching them off of the side and putting them on in one go.

You looked horrific, big wire rimmed glasses with glass so thick you could barely see further than a metre away, you noted in your head to take them off well before you planned to do the deed. You didn’t need anything to hinder you.

“Um, hi, I don’t mean to bother you, but there’s a man outside who has been bothering me, do you mind if I sit here for a few minutes so that he thinks I’m with someone?” You put on your best damsel in distress voice and tried to make your body language as shy looking as possible. It worked.

“Oh, yeah sure, do you need me to go and talk to him or something?” Sam said with a concerned look on his face. That was surprisingly easy.

“Thank you, no, I’ll be okay, he was probably just some drunk again.” You sighed and put on a weak-looking smile. The word 'again’ seemed to have struck a cord with the target.

“Can I get you a drink?” He said with an encouraging smile. This guy was so nice. It had to be an act, he must have known something was going on.

“I couldn’t do that, it’s fine, really!” You urged, the last thing you needed was a vial of holy water blowing your cover two seconds into the exchange.

“If you’re sure, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Y/N, and you?”

“Sam, nice to meet you Y/N.” As if you didn’t know who he was already! He extended a hand for a hand shake. You complied with another shy smile, even managing to make your meat suit blush a little.

You continued on with pleasantries for another hour. Sam spoke of his brother but skirted around any questions on asking what he did for a living. He spoke of memories of when he was younger and relayed slightly edited stories of a few jokes and fun times he had in recent years too. You found yourself relaxing slightly in his presence before correcting yourself that he was simply a means to an end. You decided the game had gone on a little too long.

Sam probed you for simple things, asking things such as how you liked your coffee to which you had to make up hasty lies seeing as your demon self didn’t really have preferences. After he had asked you what your favourite film was, you said that you should get going. You pretended to fiddle with your glasses before swiftly dropping them. In your “haste” to pick them up you “accidentally” stood on them, rendering them unusable. 

“Aw no, I was walking home tonight, I’ll never be able to see properly, guess I’ll have to take a cab.” You sewed the seed knowing full well that the caring man in front of your would just have to walk you, or at least to a cab or bus station. That would give you your chance. 

“Y/N, you can’t walk alone out there, seriously, let me walk you home, I’ve got no where better to be for now.” He rested a firm hand on your arm and you could feel his warmth radiating through your jacket.

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that!” You replied meekly, peering up through your eyelashes into his hazel eyes.

“I insist, come on, it’ll be okay.” Sam smiled.

“Alright, alright. It’s only a 10 minute walk though, I promise!” The trap had been set and you were gathering your handbag to go, checking your stiletto knife was still in the bag, which it was. You followed Sam out of the crowded bar and into the cool night air and began to lead the way to the slightly rougher side of town. Disposal of a body would be easier that way, it could easily be chalked up to a mugging.

“How are you not cold?” Sam jokingly poked at you. “You barely have any layers!”

“I’m fine, really! I don’t really get cold very much!” You said, your sickly sweet voice had faded a bit as the night had gone on and now you spoke normally, if not embellishing you vocabulary with a few more innocent sounding words. 

“Y/N, I hope this isn’t weird, you know, a random stranger from a bar walking you home?” Sam faltered in his stride slightly, checking for your reaction.

“Of course it’s not weird, you’re hardly a stranger!” You said grinning at him.

“I guess we talked quite a bit, but I’ve barely known you for a few hours yet!” Sam said looking confused.

You turned to him and you shuffled a little before reaching into your bag without him seeing. You then looked up into his eyes and let yours flicker black. You pulled the knife from your bag, discarding the fabric somewhere to your right.

It was then that it was your turn to falter. Instead of the terror on the face of your victims that you were used to, it almost looked as if he was emotionally hurt. His lips parted slightly and you pressed the blade to his neck.

“No, shhh.” You said moving him up against a wall. He didn’t fight back, he just let you do it, this confused you. One of the great Winchesters. quietly accepting his fate? You pulled the blade back to deal the fatal blow but found that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to.

“Y/N?” Sam said in a quiet voice.

“You said it yourself sweetie, we only met a little over an hour ago.” You sneered getting closer to his face, trying to keep up your threatening image. You had one more idea on how you could turn his shock and puppy dog eyes into anger to make the ordeal more as you were used to. 

You retracted the knife slightly and took his soft lips into your own, moving with them until he needed air before pulling back gently. You expected him to push you off or fight back, but instead, he brushed a stray hair out of your face. You hadn’t realised that the hand holding the knife was now completely loose at your side. The pair of you stood very still unsure of what had just happened.

“So are you going to kill me or kiss me again?” Sam said with lips slightly pursed looking a little more ready to react to anything now.

You didn’t move.

“Y/N?” Sam said taking a small step back.

“Go.” You said in a deep and unnatural voice.


“GO. Before I change my mind” You practically spat at him. You both stood in a stand off a few moments longer before a car drove down the road breaking the silence.

You still hadn’t moved, unsure of why you were letting your target go and therefore knowing that Abaddon was going to be after you. By letting him go, you signed a one way ticket back to hell, this had all happened so quickly you could barely register a thing. There seemed to be only one option.

You took a final look at Sam.

“Make sure she gets back to her family.” You said in a firm voice before you could change your mind before whispering “I’m sorry." 

The mouth of your meat suit flew open and you poured your true black smokey form out into the night sky. You saw your meat suit collapse to the ground as Sam sprang into action to catch the weak girl’s body before it hit the concrete pavement.

By the time Sam looked back up to the sky, you were long gone.