yep there is no one better than these two

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Subtitled: Red Riding Hood Suggests a Sticky Maple to Douchie Bolton

Thanks, a lot MOM….Polly’s gonna do freaky things with red clad gingers and maple syrup and you’ve cock-blocked Juggie and me this episode, so I’m looking at a six WEEK plan and no way am I gonna last another 6 hours….Maybe next week I can give him a SUPER SPESHUL present for his 16th birthday (me, very naked)……day dreaming about what I’m gonna do is way better than this class….

Yep….still need to stretch my legs all over the place because of the colossal chubby I have for Betty, non-stop, 24/7. I hope my “birthday present” is her very naked, without any of our stupid freakin’ friends anywhere to be seen….but we aren’t really important to this Ginger Porno thing this week. Just RAS knows we’re actually more popular, so we get honorable mentions. At least I have snax…

Now those two jerks are even having daydreams about each other and not MEEEEEE!!! And I wore one of Mr. Rogers’s cardigans and everything….why aren’t I the entire central focus of their lives any more???

Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man…..should I wear an outfit with sleeves? I’ve heard they “keep you warm”. Is this true?

Don’t cry, V…not ALL cardigans are as hideous as Archie’s Mr. Rogers Collection ones. I have something really cute, in lacy pointelle you can borrow. Or they have these things call “coats and jackets”—like Juggie wears so the viewers can’t tell he’s built. Even though it fools no one. 

Andd…..I’m gonna wear a locket, tooo!!! Or at least a pendant!!

Yes, Kevin, I have discovered pendants and sleeves. Yes, Kevin, I am still your fabulous BFF hag…

See Ethel? I can so to wear sleeves….and a pendant!

And I can dress like a dweeb from 1977….and have my own file on what shady rubbish your dad is. Don’t know why you all are judging Jughead, your dad’s a way bigger criminal. Do you wanna see?

Twincest time!!! Come join our cult family at our “little festival” Gingervitus!! Also, I see your dad is really into low tech, huh? A corded, rotary landline??? Is he some weird, plaid wearing Amish????

Bet on it!!! Head in the Game!!! Clowns Never Laughed Before!!! My Johnny Bravo School Musical Snooze Plot returns!!!

Ummmm……..neither Betty nor myself seem to be in the episode much, but they know we’re actually way more popular/show’s break out couple…so I’m here. To frown (because no Betty and you guys are keeping me from jacking off while thinking about Betty) and judge your creepy, red garbed, sticky maple, ginger cult. And also, this new guitar means I have to listen to Douchie here caterwaul again.

Plus I kinda suspect SouthPark was onto something about you weird assed copper tops.

Oh DW Douchie, you’ll LOVE it!! And fit right in! You ARE “one of us” after all! You even wore RED!!!

Okay, this is weird….Polly, Betty misses you….also, you aren’t ginger? Oh….if you’re gonna spawn one it counts, too?

All I wanted was a place to live and my baby….now I’m standing in fucking snow with all these freaks and they want me to do WHAT with this bucket? And my prego belly makes extra $$$ from the syndicate? How do I escape this bullshit? I actually want my mom to lecture me again!

Ummmm…..is this always this creepy? And why do we need to get naked and sacrifice a lamb? And why do you look like a pornographic Little Red Riding Hood? Wait….do WHAT with the bucket of syrup?

Hail Satan and Tally Hoooooo!!! Go Sticky Maple!!!

If the MCU writers make Tony fucking Stark apologize to Captain Fuckoff I’m going to be pissed. Tony was, for once, trying to do things without violence or anything else he was trying to do it the right way. Steven Rogers ignored over 100 countries telling him that they didn’t feel safe without some kind of safeguard on the Avengers but somehow Rogers knows better than all of them? I don’t think so. Steve Rogers is one man and he has an insane god complex, he can’t stand it when anyone stands up to him or argues with him which is all Tony does. Tony has had to listen to the praises of Steve Rogers since childhood, there’s a saying that you should never actually meet your childhood heros and this is exactly why. Did Tony make mistakes? Yes. Yes he did but did he run from them? Hell no. Tony does not deserve the shit he gets from this fandom. Tony is a man who suffers from severe panic attacks, PTSD, anxiety, depression, and god only knows what else yet I’ve never seen anyone actually stop and ask the man if he’s okay or if he needs help yet Bucky, who was brainshwashed, gets coddled and told it’s not his fault. 

The Accords were going to happen with or without Tony’s signature so he just signed so there wouldn’t be any trouble because he knew he could try to get a better deal and get them amended once they were passed. Did Cap even read them? Because as far as I know he did not read that fucking long as book called a document. As far as I know none of Team Cap read the Accords, they just followed Captain America. Yet they had no trust in Tony. It’s funny because Tony got called out for not trusting authority yet in the one movie he does everyone else calls him a coward and traitor for it. Steve Rogers called him out on keeping secrets and then what do we have here? Steve Rogers kept a secret! He kept the fact that Tony’s parents were not only murdered but also murdered by the very man he’s disregarding everything for and then tries to lie to Tony about it? 

Yep! That’s the man I want to follow! 

Tony offered Cap a way to bring in Barnes legally and without consequence when he offered that 24 hour grace period and Cap shoved it back in his face. Cap didn’t even ask the others on his team what they would have wanted and as far as I could tell he didn’t even tell them that Tony tried to compromise with him. He just let them all think that Tony was being unreasonable when in fact he gave him several chances for all of this to go away and to not happen. Let’s also not forget the fact that Cap injured several CIVILIANS in that pursuit with Bucky, that was not an Avenger’s mission that was a Cap mission. And we had no clue that Bucky was innocent at that time. Cap found out evidence later that could have given Bucky his innocence in the eyes of the law but he didn’t tell anyone that. He hid information which he should have shared, more secrets on his side!

And can we talk about Wanda please? Am I the only one in this fandom who thinks that she should be controlled? Yes I know that she didn’t mean for her powers to go out of control but when she was working for Ultron and turning the Avengers inside out she didn’t seem to have any problems with her powers then. But now she doesn’t fully understand them and Tony keeps her locked up, without her permission yes, because he’s trying to protect her! If you saw someone with that kind of power that obviously couldn’t control it on the streets wouldn’t you be scared because I would. What if someone had attacked Wanda and made her defend herself? That wouldn’t have helped anyone not be afraid of her, in fact they probably would have grown to fear her even more. She keeps blaming Stark for her parent’s death but really is it his fault? Yes Tony might have designed that missile but he had no reason to attack her country and he said that once he saw the true harm his weapons were doing that he shut down the weapons manufacturing for good. Now look at the time frame, that was about 7 or 8 years ago. Wanda lost her parents about 20 years ago, TONY DID NOT DO IT. Does ignorance equal innocence? No but he also shouldn’t be help accountable for it. 

And how dare they make Tony smile at that piece of garbage letter. That wasn’t an apology, that was Rogers rubbing it all in Tony’s face. I guarantee you that if someone asked Rogers if he would change anything he did in that movie he would say he wouldn’t change anything because he believed he was right. “The Avengers are your family, maybe even more so than mine.” Are you fucking serious. How many Avengers sided with Tony in this debate? In this series we had Cap, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Hulk, Thor, Black Widown; that’s who started out. Hulk and Thor are MIA in this movie and Cap and Iron Man are obviously on their own sides so that leaves the two spies. One of which sides with Cap the other sided with Tony and then backstabbed him and accused him of letting his ego get the better of him. Yep. One hell of a family. 

Then we add to that fact Vision, Wanda, Falcon, Ant Man, Spider Man, War Machine, Black Panther. Vision is basically Tony’s son so yes he sided with him. War Machine has been his friend for over 20 years so yeah he’s with him. Ant Man has never met him yet hates him because someone said never trust a Stark when he has no idea why he’s even fighting Tony, just blindly follows Cap. Falcon just follows Cap because he’s never interacted with Tony really. Wanda hates Tony so yeah not with him, Black Panther is only after Bucky at this point, yes he’s for the Accords but at this point he just wants Barnes dead so if you can say he’s on Tony’s side then I guess. Spider Man was just there to help clean up, he was not supposed to get into a fight with a Super Soldier. WHO DROPPED A LARGE AND HEAVY OBJECT ON TOP OF A KID WITH NO REMORSE. 

In the end most of the Avengers end up with Rogers in Wakanda while Tony ends up with a crippled War Machine and heart broken Vision while he himself recovers from a fight with TWO SUPER SOLDIERS. Both of who tried to kill him yet Tony could have used his repulsors and DID NOT USE THEM. He was pulling punches in that fight don’t even say he wasn’t because his suit still had power when Cap was on top of him and he had his hands up but didn’t shoot when that sheild was brought down on his Arc Reactor. That isn’t pulling punches, that’s going for the kill. 

Captain America was trying to kill him.  

Infinity Wars had better not have Tony apologizing or using that phone to call Rogers for help. 

Rogers had better go to tony for help because Tony has no reason to protect those people anymore. 

Tony can and will pull through without the Avengers, without his FAMILY, because they all back stabbed him when he needed them.

Give me Tony who realizes that for once he did the right thing and doesn’t take Rogers’ sanctimonious shit for even one second. 

Tony Stark does not deserve this and Steve Rogers does not even deserve to be in the same hemisphere as Tony Stark as far as I’m concerned. 

Edmund x Reader: In-Character

Have people stopped with the potato asks yet? I feel really bad that you keep getting them. Also I’d like to request a true loves kiss thing with Edmund, if you aren’t too busy. Whenever you get time. Or if you never get time that’s ok

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(Y/n) shook her head as she and Edmund exited the school theatre.

 "Well, that was horrible,“ Edmund said matter of factly.

       "Yep,” (Y/n) nodded. “Two hours of teen drama–ugh! It’s worse than my parents’ stories.”

       "I like their stories,“ Edmund frowned.

       (Y/n) nodded. "But, not the real adventurous ones. You haven’t heard about the times they would get all sappy!”

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You're the One That I Want- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: On accident, you and Tom go to Harrison’s Halloween party dressed as the iconic couple Sandy and Danny from ‘Grease’.

Word Count: 1900

A/N: This was so much fun to write. Harrison is a bit crazy in this one, so oops. He is the ultimate match maker. I hope you all enjoy. And happy Halloween!

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“Hey, are you coming to my party tonight?” Harrison asked you as you sat beside him in the car on your way home.

“Yes, I mean you said "Y/N, you’re coming to my party or I’ll never speak to you again”, which means I wouldn’t have you to buy me food, so I have to go.“ You explained, making him laugh. Harrison was throwing his annual Halloween party tonight, which required new decorations from last year and lots of sweet treats. He begged you to go shopping with him for it because Tom was busy. He gave you free food so you couldn’t pass up the offer.

"Don’t act like you don’t want to go.” He smirked at you devilishly.

“No, I don’t want to go. I could be at home watching Stranger Things instead of being a wallflower at your party.”

“Of course you want to go, Tom will be there.” His eyes light up as a blush spread over your cheeks. And here you thought his evil smirk couldn’t get any bigger.

You had known Harrison for years. Two years ago, he introduced you to his best friend, Tom. You had taken a quick liking to Tom, developing a slight-you insisted it was slight, very slight- crush on him. You didn’t spend as much time with him as you did with Harrison, who had become a brother to you. On multiple occasions, such as this one, Harrison has tried to play match maker; he even flat out asked Tom to take you to the Captain America: Civil War premiere. It didn’t work because you were busy; unlike Harrison, you had a job and were not able to follow Tom around the world.

“I’m over him, Harrison.” You lied as he stopped the car in front of your apartment complex. It was the same fable you said everytime he brought up the cute boy with dashing brown eyes.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk, “Hey, Y/N.” Harrison called, making you halt from shutting the door on him.

“What?” You asked.

“What’s your costume?” He questioned.

“Sandy from 'Grease’, why?” You replied.

“Just wondering. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep.” You sighed. Why couldn’t he just leave you be at home with Netflix cuddled up in a warm, fluffy blanket?

“7 o'clock. See you there, love.” He smiled at you as you rolled your eyes and closed the door. Harrison was always your extremely cheeky friend. You heard his car speed off as you entered your own apartment, meaning you were finally free to begin getting ready for tonight.

~~~

“Tom, what’s your costume for tonight?” Harrison asked his friend. He called Tom the moment he got home with a scheme already forming in his head.

“Well, I was thinking of just wearing the Spiderman suit. I don’t have any other costumes really.” Tom replied in slight confusion, “Why?”

“Don’t be Spiderman. Be someone else, everyone in the world has already seen you as Spiderman. Be original-be someone like Danny from 'Grease’.” Harrison stated, trying to sound as if he didn’t desperately want his friend to be Danny.

“Are you okay? I thought you hated that movie.”

“I do, but you don’t. You should be Danny.”

“Do you just want to wear my Spiderman suit? Is that what this is about?” Tom accused. Harrison shrugged at the thought.

“You caught me.” He replied, hoping that maybe if he wore the suit, Tom would be Danny. It’s not like he was a hard character to dress up as. All you needed was a black shirt and black jeans-a wig if he really went for it.

“I’ll let you wear it, but you can’t stain or rip it. No pulling threads either. It needs to be exactly how I had it originally.” He stated.

“I promise to protect your precious suit from harm if you swear to be Danny.” Harrison said.

“Why are you so hooked on me being Danny?”

“No reason. Okay, well, I’ve got some setting up to do. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, and Harrison?” Tom asked.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Will-Will Y/N be there?” He questioned in a hushed tone, making Harrison laugh.

“Yes, your Juliet will be there, Romeo.” He said.

“Shut up.” Tom grumbled, hanging up the phone.

~~~

Harrison was starting to get grumpy and Tom was starting to get nervous. The party had started thirty minutes ago and Harrison had yet to see you walk through the front door. He was impatient about your arrival; he wanted nothing more than to make you and Tom get together. He was angry at the thought that you may have actually ditched him and stayed at home. Harrison sacrificed his amazing vampire costume to get Tom to match with you (although he did feel privileged in a legitimate, free Spiderman costume), so he had every right to benupset about you being late. Tom was growing nervous because Harrison looked ready to kill something. He was also becoming sad because out of all the girls at the party, none of them were his girl; even though you technically weren’t in a relationship with him.

Harrison was just about to pull out his phone to call you when the door opened. A proud smile formed on his face as he glanced over at Tom. Tom was oblivious to the fact that you had just walked in as his costume’s counterpart since he was in the middle of a conversation with some of his other friends. You saw Harrison and made your way over to him, stumbling slightly in your red high heels.

“You’re late.” Harrison stated.

“I had to finish my show and do you know how long it takes to get cherry red lipstick perfect?” You questioned, pointing to your lips.

“Better late than never, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Is that Tom’s suit?” You asked, looking at the intricate designs on the Spiderman suit he was wearing.

“Yep, he was going to wear this one, but I persuaded him to wear something a little more 50s.” He said. Harrison put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and turned him around to face you. It took a moment for you and Tom to register your costumes.

“Harrison!” You both exclaimed. You and Tom were in disbelief that your friend would plot such a scheme. You both knew he was crazy, but not this crazy.

“Don’t you two look lovely.” He smiled in amusement. His face dropped when he saw your glare and Tom’s horrified look, “I should go. You two should dance.” He dove off into the crowd and disappeared.

“He’s lucky I can barely walk in these heels or else I’d kill him.” You muttered. You balanced on your left leg as you lifted up your right to remove the red heel.

“Here, let me help.” Tom held out a hand to stabilize you from falling.

“Thanks,” you said after you successfully got both heels off, “I’m going to put these in Haz’s room.” You left without waiting for a response from Tom.

“What’re you doing? Ask her to dance, fool!” Harrison stated, coming back over to Tom.

“Why did you set this up? Did you actually want to wear the suit?”

“No, but I like it. Can I keep it?” He asked, but continued after seeing his friend’s pointed look, “I set this up because the two of you are crazy in love with each other and are too bloody stupid to do anything about it!”

“You’re wrong, Y/N doesn’t like me.” Tom said.

“She does, Tom. She came tonight because you were coming. I thought the costumes would help you get the balls to ask her out. When she comes back, ask her to dance. It’s not rocket science.” Harrison patted his friend on the back, “She’s coming back-I gotta run!”

“Harrison!” Tom called after him, but he was already gone.

“Was that Harrison?” You asked, scanning the crowd for the iconic Spiderman suit.

“No. I just thought I saw him.” Tom stated. The was an awkward moment shared before he spluttered out the words, “You look beautiful tonight.” His face turned almost as red as your shoes.

“Thank you,” You replied, looking down at your outfit. It was nothing much-black leather pants, a black off-the-shoulder top, and a black leather jacket, “You make a great Danny.”

“Really?” He asked, surprised, “I was going to just wear my suit, but Harrison asked to borrow it. I thought it was odd that he suggested Danny, since he hates 'Grease’, but the costume is simple enough.” He shrugged and you shifted your eyes down to your bare feet.

“I’m sorry-I told Harrison what I was wearing. I didn’t expect him to force you to match me. This must be super awkward; we’re not a couple, but we are dressed like it.”

“No, no, I don’t mind.” Tom said, making you look up to meet his eyes, “Quite the opposite actually. The thought of us together is incredible. I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Really.”

“Well, you’re in luck because you’re the one that I want.” You said, making him laugh.

“Can Danny kiss his Sandy?” Tom asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. You nodded slowly and the two of you leaned in. Just before your lips could touch, almost on cue, Harrison interrupted.

“Hey, Tom, I’m sorry, but I spilt red punch on the suit, but the suit’s red so it’s okay, right?” Harrison looked up from the wet patch on his chest to the two of you. He noticed the close proximity and his eyes lit up, “Is my OTP finally happenig? Is the ship finally sailing?” You and Tom both sighed and Tom dropped his hands, turning to his friend.

“Harrison, f*ck off.” Tom said.

“But I don’t want to miss this.”

“Harrison!” You and Tom snapped.

“Fine, but I’m getting an update from both of you.” Harrison huffed.

“And you’re cleaning my suit!” Tom said as his friend walked off. He turned back to you, “Where were we?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” You stated.

~~~

Two months later, you and Tom had been going strong as a couple. Not much had changed besides that and Harrison growing a tad bit more annoying. By more annoying, you meant that he interrupted 9/10 of your dates with Tom. Although he was ridiculous, when he invited you and Tom over to have a Christmas move marathon, you had to go.

“Stop! Stop!” Harrison exclaimed when you and Tom were about to walk into his room, hand-in-hand. Harrison grabbed a small green object from his dresser and held it in his doorway.

“Is that mistletoe?” Tom asked.

“Yep, now you two have to kiss.” Harrison smiled.

“Harrison, we’re already dating. You don’t need to keep being crazy with your 'match making’.” You said.

“I know, but I’m the captain of this ship. Now kiss.” He ordered. You and Tom simultaneously rolled your eyes at him. When Tom’s fan found out about you two being together through Harrison, they crowned him the “captain” of your ship and now there was quite literally no living with him. Tom pecked you on the lips, making Harrison get giddy in excitement.

“Why is he so weird?” Tom asked you with a laugh.

“I don’t know. I’m only here for the food.” You replied.

Love at First Video Part 7

Misha Collins x Reader

2300 Words 

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was hard going back to work that Monday. Your weekend had been amazing, with the dinner on Friday, and the boat trip on Saturday. Work, you feared, was going to be mundane, and remind you of a certain blue eyed man who hadn’t contacted you since the boat trip. You worried that maybe he was ashamed of himself for moving things so fast, and now he was taking a step back.

Walking into the foyer of the Moore’s house, you were surprised at how quiet it was. Usually Amelia, or Griffin were rushing to greet you, letting you know what they had planned for the day.

“Mrs. Moore?” You questioned, dropping your bag on the floor, and making your way into the kitchen. You were surprised to see her sitting there, a cup of coffee in her hand, dressed in jeans and a paint splattered t-shirt. You were instantly on guard, you had never seen her dressed like this.

“Mrs. Moore, is everything alright?” You asked, and she finally looked up at you, her eyes glassy.

“Oh Y/N, I forgot you were coming today.” She answered, her voice monotone. “I’m afraid I have some rather bad news.”

Sitting down across from her, you waited. “You see, I received a call last night. From my boss. And either I move to California, immediately, or I lose my job.” She told you.

You nodded, even though your heart was in your throat. “What did you decide?” You asked.

“We are moving. The house will be on the market today, and we leave first thing Wednesday morning. I’m so sorry for the short notice, but it’s completely out of my control. I will pay you for this week, it’s the least I can do.”

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the struggles of a fanfic author.

so, this was today’s project. and yes, it stemmed from a rant i had the other night about how little feedback a lot of us fanfic authors get. and it’s disgusting, honestly. 

anyway, it inspired this little fic. and… i think i said everything i needed to in it. is it harsh? probably. but this is how i feel right now. 


summary: Lucy’s fed up with how disheartening writing her stories has become, and Gajeel gives her the harsh advice that she really needed to hear. 

pairing: gajeel/lucy
rating: t (swearing)
words: 2103

also posted on ffnet. 

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Blast From The Past: Part 7

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Fighting (training), fluff

A/N: I know I’m usually a big ol’ angst ball, but fluff was definitely needed, so expect more of reader and Bucky being happy and flirty.

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You woke exhausted after your nightmare, and subsequent late night chat with Bucky. You dragged your feet towards the living area, where you could hear everyone laughing and talking from down the hall.

Entering the kitchen, you immediately shielded your stinging eyes from the sunlight that was streaming in through the large living area windows.

“Hey! Good morning sunshine!” Tony greets you from the dining table, surrounded by most of your team. Sam, Nat, Steve, Wanda, Rhodey and Bruce all followed his greeting with their own ‘hello’s.

You smile and mumble a hello to your friends, then immediately turn into the kitchen to make yourself a tea. You were still half asleep, and staring at your feet when you collided with what felt like a brick wall. You quickly look up and see that you’d run right into Bucky’s back. He turned around and locked eyes with you. His hair was ruffled and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. You didn’t see him much in the morning, but you always loved the sight.

He smiles down at you, “Hey”, his voice is raspy and deep, “still asleep?” he chuckled.

You laugh, “yeah, sorry. I was just coming to make a cup of tea.”

He continues to smile at you, not breaking eye contact. Suddenly you become very aware that all noise has ceased behind you, and you could feel 7 pairs of eyes staring at you and Bucky.

Bucky reaches up and grabs another mug from the cupboard, “I can make you one?”

Your face lights up, “really?”

“Yeah, I know you like the way I make tea,”

“Thanks,” you smile at him. You turn around to find the rest of your friends staring at you. Natasha and Tony are sporting sly smirks, Steve is frozen with a cereal spoon halfway to his mouth, and Wanda, Sam, Rhodey and Bruce look shocked, “what?” you whisper at them as you take a seat at the table next to Nat.

“Since when are you guys talking, let alone making each other tea?” Steve looks shocked, but pleased,

“Oh,” you had completely forgotten that the only people that knew about your late night chats with Bucky, were the two of you, “we talked it out. We’re good,” you don’t know why, but you didn’t want to tell the rest of the team about your and Bucky’s nights together; they felt like an intimate thing.

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Magnetic Chapter 28: Trip Home

Dean Winchester x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

By the time Sam finally returned to the motel room, you and Dean were once again dressed, and ready to head back home. As you sat at the table, you watched Sam carefully poke his head inside, making sure that the coast was clear before he entered.

Tossing you a bag, he sat down across from you just as Dean came out of the bathroom, his hair wet, a satisfied smile on his face. “So Sammy, got any hunts for us?”

Sitting down his coffee cup, Sam shook his head. “Nothing. I spent some time at the coffee shop, looking for anything close by, but it’s quiet. Too quiet.”

The smile slid off of Dean’s face. “I hate when it’s that quiet. Means that something big is coming. Something that always messes up our life. Why can’t it be something easy for once?”

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Secrets and Lies

Fandom: Now You See Me

Request: You are Jack’s secret girlfriend when he “dies” in the car crash. You don’t know he survived until you meet him again years later. Only this time, you’re the mother Jack’s daughter he never knew you were pregnant with, you’re dating Daniel Atlas, and are the only one who could finally settle him down

Warnings: Angry Jack Wilder (though that’d be kinda sexy I think…..) bad puns, and a strong word here or there. Idek.

Word Count: I’m not on not laptop, so idk.
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“I’m sorry Jack. This is how it works.” Dylan was sitting at his small coffee table in his living room, Jack sitting across from him. “To the world, you’re dead. No one can know that you’re alive.”

“You don’t understand Dylan. I can’t do this to her.” Jack pleaded. He loved you so much. You had been together for almost three years now and there was no one he loved more. You were his life and he wanted nothing more than for you to be as happy as he could possibly make you.

This was the exact opposite of that. There would be no more forehead kisses before bed. He couldn’t be the one to dry your tears when you cried over his ‘death.’ No more late night cookie baking. No more lacy days playing video games on the couch. No more flowers from ‘secret admirers’ waiting in his dressing rooms. It was all gone. And the young sleight of hand thought it was worse for him, because he knew the truth. He had to live with the guilt of never being able to reunite with you.

“You’ll put her in danger the second you make any kind of contact. You need to be a man about this. It’s over.”

“If you loved someone as much as I love her, you wouldn’t do this. You would understand. But you’re unhappy and lonely. You have no problem telling me to let her go because you don’t know how it feels to love someone more than you love yourself.” Jack pushed his chair back, stomped out the front door, then yanked his hoodie up so he wouldn’t be recognized on his way to his own apartment. Screw this. Screw Dylan. Screw it all. If he could call someone to vent, he would have in a heartbeat. But, he was only left with Henley, Atlas, and Merritt. And none of them knew that he even had a girlfriend. You were his secret treasure. And now you were gone.

Little did Jack know, you were sitting in the bathroom, hands tightly clutching a small stick. It had only been 24 hours since the accident, you had cried all that was in you, and now there was this. You were pregnant with his child.

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You’re POV

Almost two years later you had found a way to move on. You had your gorgeous daughter, Annabeth. You had a steady job from home so you could raise her. Most of your thoughts of Jack had subsided. Beth still did look like him. She had long brown hair and light brown eyes like he had. She was always happy and smiling. Besides her and a couple pictures, there really wasn’t anything left in your life that kept you connected to his memory.

Oh. Except one other thing.

A quick succession of knocks hit your door, signaling a visitor. You knew exactly who it was too.

“Come on it!” You called while wandering through the living room on a desperate search for your other boot. The door wasn’t locked. Nothing was every truly locked though….. The door opened, jarring you from their thoughts, and revealing your 5 foot 9 boyfriend holding two sunflowers. He let himself in and shut the door behind him.

“Good morning.” Daniel Atlas smiled, watching as you tore through the room. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t find my other rain boot. The yellow ones? I have the right, but I can’t find the left.” You looked up when he chuckled. What was so funny??? Atlas pulled something from behind the armchair by the door. Your other boot! “Thank you so much.” You went to grab it, but he held it above your head.

You knew exactly what he wanted. It had only been four months, but you already knew just how he worked. Stretching up on your toes, you pressed your lips quickly to his. Atlas smiled and kissed you back, then handed you your shoe.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. This is also for you.” He handed you one of the flowers. “Where’s A.B?” Almost as if she was waiting for him to ask, the little brunette beauty came running into the room.

“J!” She cried, completely disregarding you and going straight to him.

“A.B!” He grinned and scooped her up in his arms. “This is yours.” He handed her the second sunflower and smiled as she grinned and hugged him.

“Pretty!” Her tiny little arms wrapped around his neck

“I know you are.” You couldn’t help but smile even wider than you already were. The two of them were so cute together. Daniel was going to be a very good father sometime. Maybe Beth’s father someday……. “Ready to go girls?”

“Yep.” You grabbed your bag from the stool at the breakfast bar and tossed it over your shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Daniel was taking you and Beth to meet the other horsemen. The last thing he wanted to do was keep one half of his life in the dark about the other half. It could be potentially dangerous, but they were all smart and there was no way better to keep you safe than for others to be on the watch as well. Plus, it was a secret meeting. No one besides the horsemen should know.

You, Daniel, and Beth were the last ones to arrive. The entire time your nerves had your stomach in your throat. What if you saw everyone and were suddenly hit with a surge of emotions because they were the last people to see Jack alive? What if someone commented on how much Beth looked like Jack? What if one of them recognized you because he had accidentally slipped up and mentioned you?

Daniel must have seen the nervousness and panic on your face, because he reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. A smile instantly lit your face up. You squeezed back and sighed. Everything would be fine. There was no need to get so worked up about it.

Before you knew it, Daniel had parked, had Beth on his hip and his hand in yours, leading you up the stairs to a corner apartment. This was a good thing. There wouldn’t be secrets this time. No secrets. No lies. It would be a healthier relationship. Better for everyone involved.

You didn’t even have to knock on the door before someone opened it. They must have been expectantly watching for you to come. A man with a graying beard opened the door and welcomed you in. An older man stood behind the couch, his eyes trained on the three of you coming into the room. He tipped his hat as an acknowledgment of your presence. His eyes locked on Beth though.

“Well who could this little gem be?” He asked, walking closer.

“Find someone your own age to hit on.” Atlas said as he shut the door behind himself.

“Oh soothe your boobs Atlas. I was talking to the kid.” The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless.

“Alright, can we wait for intros?” The man who opened the door asked. “Can we wait for everyone?”

“Everyone?” You asked, looking up at Daniel. He sighed and muttered for you to hold on. He set Beth on the couch and found a channel running cartoons. Once he was sure she was content, he rejoined your side.

“We have a secret. That you have to promise you won’t tell anyone? It’s vital for us to keep it under wraps so we don’t end up back in the spotlight and have the fuzz chasing us again.” If the cops went after him, what in the world would you do? Daniel fixed things in you that had broken. He had put you back together, loved you, and loved Beth.

“I swear. My lips are sealed.” You promised. The bearded man nodded once to the older man in the hat, who disappeared behind a door that led to another room in the apartment. He came back a minute later with someone following in his footsteps.

Oh.

No.

Way.

No no no no no no no no no no. This was not possible. How the hell…… Why…… When….. No. It couldn’t be real. This was a dream. A horrible, HORRIBLE nightmare.

“Y/N……” Daniel started. “The last time we were the center of the public eye was before you and I met. When there was four of us horsemen. It ended in the car crash on the bridge, and Henley, Merritt, and myself vanishing. What no one knows about that trick…. Is that Jack never died.”

Jack Wilder now stood in the room with you. A wave of emotions surged over you. You felt sick to your stomach. Anger boiled in your veins. Tears filled your eyes, but were rapidly blinked away. Don’t you dare show him that you’re upset. How could he? How could he just leave you? No word. Nothing. Nearly two years and he kept you in the dark, forcing you to raise Annabeth alone. Dodging her constant questions about where Daddy was. Being a single mother was far from easy. He could have changed that. Yet….. Nothing.

“The infamous Jack Wilder.” You said, bitterness in your voice. “Nice to meet you.”

“You as well.” Jack responded, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something, but Beth came wandering in.

“All done.” She held her hands up like she was done with something and had to show her empty hands. The TV was on some random channel. She must have tried to turn it off. Precious little girl….. “Ups Momma.” She opened and clapped her hands towards you. You scooped her up and held her in your arms.

“Well, you’ve met Jack.” Beard man said. “I’m Dylan. FBI. I work from the inside to make sure these idiots don’t get caught.”

“Baby ears.” Daniel warned with a death glare, kissing the top of your daughter’s head. Dylan just held his hands up in surrender.

“I’m Merritt. Hypnotist.“ The guy in the hat said, holding his hand out. You shook his hand and smiled. He had a smile that was kind of infectious.

“Well, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you all. Oh, and this is my daughter, Annabeth.” You made sure you had your eyes on Jack when you said ‘my.’ At first, he looked confused. But after a few moments, you saw that his expression had changed.

“Huh. So this is why you’ve been so different lately Atlas.” Jack’s tone was joking, but it sounded forced. He was hiding the pain. At least that’s what you wanted to believe he was doing. “You’ve got a girl and a kid. I was wondering why you weren’t out with someone new after every show.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny huh? At least I can get some. No one wants to screw a ghost.” Daniel threw back. “Besides, A.B. isn’t mine.” Holding his hands out, your baby girl leaned straight into his arms. He sat her up on his shoulders, held her there with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around you.“ She was already here when I met Y/N. She’s almost two, and Y/N and I have only been together for four months. A.B. was a bonus in the deal.” He smiled proudly. Gosh, that smile made you fall even more in love everyday.

A quiet fell over the group. No one knew what to say. Jack had a funny look on his face. Dylan noticed first. He said that they’d be back and pushed the card master out of the room. Merritt excused himself and joined the other two. Daniel said he was going to put A.B. down for cartoons again and told you to make yourself at home. He quickly kissed you and collapsed onto the couch, Beth giggling as he held her and ticketed her stomach.

A smile stretched across your face as you watched them for a second. So sweet. You could have everything you ever wanted with him. Jack was childish. He hid behind a secret. He couldn’t come out of the shadows and tell you he wasn’t really dead. Yet here was Daniel, bringing you here to let you in on the secret.

For crying out loud, Daniel was more of a father to Beth than Jack was! Sure, they shared DNA. But Daniel was there. He spent nights with you and ended up staying up all hours of the night while Beth was sick and you had to sleep. He was planning to take her out for her birthday. He told her he loved her on the phone when he called to say goodnight. She colored him pictures. His phones background was a picture of the two of them with some goofy Snapchat filter. He really truly did love her.

Beth was yours though. She was your daughter. Maybe Daniel would be her dad someday. But as of right now, you were her only parent. She was the most important part in your life. Daniel could easily leave. Jack had. Before he even knew. But still. He hadn’t been around. Beth was all yours until there was a ring on your left hand.

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Jacks POV

Aw man, had he messed up. He should have told her. He shouldn’t have listened to Dylan two years ago. He should have told her. Annabeth was his. It was obvious. Y/N made it clear to him that she was. Atlas shouldn’t have his hands on her. Either of them. Those were Wilder girls.

“Jack, what the hell is your problem?” Dylan snapped.

“You.” Jack snapped right back.

“How am I the problem?” He asked. “I have done nothing. I introduced myself to Atlas’s girlfriend. That’s it.”

“Because she was mine!” Jack whisper yelled at him. “Two years ago when you told me I couldn’t stay with my girlfriend because I had to guard my precious secret? Y/N was mine. Annabeth is mine. Not Atlas’s. Mine.”

“Whoa. Did I hear that right?” Merritt asked as he snuck into the room. Great. Just great.

“Yep. I had a secret girlfriend when I joined the group, and it was Y/N. When I died two years ago, Dylan wouldn’t let me tell her that I was alive. I was sworn to secrecy. Now look at Annabeth. She’s almost two. Coincidence? I think not!”

“Alright, you need to calm down.” Merritt said, putting his hands on his young friend’s shoulders.

“Don’t tell me what to do. This is bull.” The bedroom door opened again, Daniel coming in this time. He paused in the doorway and scrunched his face up.

“The tension is so thick it here I could cut it as easily as I can cut a deck.” He took a second, then shook his head and came over to the others. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.” Jack said, pushing a hand through his fluffy brown hair. “What’s up?” He pushed his anger and bitterness down. He needed to talk to Y/N. Apologize. Meet his daughter. Atlas needed to hurry up.

“I need your opinion. Is it crazy to propose after four months?” The room went dead. Dylan and Merritt shared nervous glances. Jack’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

He had to be kidding. Atlas could not be proposing to the girl Jack loved with all his heart. He couldn’t be. Not until after he was able to talk to her. Maybe talk some sense into her. Get her to come back. He still loved her so much. Even more now that he knew they had a kid. They could be the perfect family. Not if Atlas was in the way though.

“I’m serious.” Atlas said after he got no reaction. He pushed through the group and pulled a small box out of the pocket of a coat he had hanging in the closet. Flipping the top open, a gorgeous diamond halo ring sitting inside the pristine velvet.

Atlas had to know. He couldn’t go through with it. Not where there was this much at stake. Jack’s entire world was back. Plus one! He couldn’t give that up to Atlas of all people. The womanizer. He wouldn’t treat her right.

Just as he was about to own his mouth and tell his “friend” about it all, Merritt cut in.

“If you love her, and you’re sure about it, then go for it.” Jack closed his mouth and forcibly nodded in agreement when Dylan scooted over closer, clapped his hand on Jack’s shoulder, and dug his fingers in.

“We’ll back you up buddy. If this is what you want.” Dylan encouraged. “You’re a wild card. I’m glad you finally found someone to tame you.”

“Thanks” Atlas sighed a breath of relief. He put the box back in its hiding place and left the room to go sit with his girls. Jack slapped Dylan’s hand away once he was gone.

“Wild card? Really?”

“Yeah. He’s the wild card. You’re the wilder card.” Merritt smiled at the joke he had made.
“You are far less funny than you think you are.” The bitter card master spat. “And you.” He turned to their mentor. “You have ruined my life. I will never, EVER forgive you for this.” Letting himself steal one glance, Jack looked through the open crack of the door and see his entire world snuggle herself under the arm of his former idol.

Annabeth giggled and called him J. She pressed kisses to his cheek. He kissed her cheek back. And then kissed Y/N on the lips.

In the moment, Jack Wilder wished he had died in the car crash. Death would be better than living with this.

ladymage  asked:

I'm not the biggest Hiyoko fan I'll admit; but the fact people just write her off as a bully bugs me. She's been bullied too for one, hell I think her own mom and grandmother bullied her, that's just wrong let's be honest! Two; when the chips were down in the simulation with the despair sickness she didn't just lay down and cry she TOOK CHARGE! She made sure those not infected were safe and the sick were safe! Three: she did try to change herself for the better, a rarer thing than ya think

(Yep I agree ! I don’t post them all but seriously I get soooo many asks who are sending hate to Hiyoko and defending Mikan. I mean, I know that what Hiyoko did was wrong but she has her own past too, why do people always seem to look the other way when it’s about Hiyoko? Everyone (mostly) seem okay with saying that she was a big bully but not a lot of person acknowledge what you said (that she changed and was trying her best to protect everyone).

She isn’t even one of my favorite character (far from it at the beginning actually, I learned to like her while doing this blog) but I can still say that she deserves better than what she is getting. And, like I had Mahiru said earlier, do people who send her ask full of hate realize that they are bullying her? So that they are doing exactly the same thing they are saying they hate Hiyoko for?

-mod lili)

anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you could write the RFA reacting to seeing MC's baby pictures?

(To answer your second ask, yep it sent properly don’t worry! And no need to apologize, better to send it twice than to have it not go through and just wonder forever. It’s not like it inconveniences me or anything to have an extra ask to delete it’s just one simple click of a button ^^)

Zen:

  • He loves seeing pictures of you 
  • Selfie exchange sessions are absolutely a thing you guys just sit there showing off your favourite selfies to each other
  • If Zen could use pictures of the two of you as wallpaper he would cover the entire house with them he just
  • he loves them okay
  • When you pulled up some baby pictures for him to see his eyes would light up 
  • He would be laughing and smiling the whole time
  • He call you his cute little prince(ss) Zen shut up
  • He would like to show you some of him too but he doesn’t have any :(
  • Because he ran away from home it’s not like he brought pictures with him 
  • (not that there were very many to bring
  • his brother might have taken a few when he was younger he thinks)
  • He ends up asking his brother if he has any photos of him next time he calls (because they’re trying to work things out now)
  • It’s actually a pretty big deal to Zen
  • He has to prepare himself when he shows you the picture
  • “See? I’ve always been this beautiful~” he teases with a wink but actually he’s so insecure rn???
  • Because Zen was told he was ugly when he was younger he’s still kinda unsure about it like he’s getting over it but what if it’s true
  • He may be an actor but he’s not doing very well at hiding how anxious he is right now please tell him he was pretty
  • You assure him that yes, he is the prettiest child you’ve ever seen (because he really is)
  • And he lights up 
  • And you guys put your baby pictures in one of those collage frames together
  • “Our children would be so attractive”
  • “Our what?!” slow down Zen we’ve been dating for like a month
  • (But seriously if you don’t want kids he’s fine with that too just btw)

Yoosung:

  • They’re your baby pictures but he’s the one blushing
  • “MC you were so cute!”
  • “Were?”
  • “Just as cute as you are now!”
  • Nice save
  • Wouldn’t say anything about embarrassing photos (aside from a stifled laugh that you promptly shove him off the couch for) because he’s a sweet cupcake
  • Also because his mom has shared so many embarrassing stories and photos of him with you he knows how you feel
  • He’s low key thinking about kids too though he wants their child to look exactly like baby MC
  • But he wouldn’t say that out loud
  • If it does slip out
  • He would blush
  • “I just mean. You know. Hypothetically. If we did have one”
  • (He’s also fine if you don’t want them btw you’re cute enough for him)

Jaehee:

  • You know that cute thing Jaehee does where her eyes sparkle and her entire face lights up and her hand comes up to cover a tiny smile that could outshine the fucking sun
  • She’s doing that
  • You’re so cute
  • When you find a photo album full of old baby pictures she immediately makes you guys a warm cup of coffee (/your drink of choice) and sits down to look at them with you
  • Another person who has little to no baby pictures of herself :(
  • She has like one from before her parents died
  • But she doesn’t even know where it is
  • It’s okay though because she’s not focused on the past she’s just happy to focus on the present and the future
  • Except your past okay your past is precious

Jumin:

  • The first time you show him a picture of you as a baby he’s honestly not all that into it?
  • “That’s lovely sweetheart”
  • He’s not being rude about it and he really is happy that you’re sharing with him
  • if you want to look at babies he’ll put one in you right now is that what you want
  • But then he has to actually take a second when you show him a picture of you at two years old with cat ears and a little cat onesie 
  • This is the cutest thing he’s ever seen someone call 911 he has forgotten how to breathe
  • The real fun starts when you ask him for his baby pictures
  • Baby Jumin Han
  • Most of them are like professionally done family photos 
  • But have you ever seen a one year old in a suit?
  • He’s just so
  • Tiny
  • and cute
  • And now Jumin is blushing because he is not used to being called tiny
  • He is over six feet tall he is not tiny
  • Anyways he may not get the whole nostalgia thing
  • But he sure loves watching you be nostalgic 
  • He spends most of the time with a gentle smile on his face watching as you explain the context and stories behind all of your photos
  • And you sigh in exasperation when his stories in return are “this was taken on january 12 1990 by a photographer in dubai″

Seven:

  • You’d better hope there’s nothing embarrassing in there
  • Because this boy will not let you live it down
  • Like ever
  • Unless it legitimately upsets you then obviously he’d drop it
  • He would laugh and tease you and make some joking comment like “thank god there are no embarrassing pictures like that of me”
  • (Because do you really think anyone took pictures of him as a baby
  • Yeah I didn’t think so)
  • And he’s joking and grinning at you but you can tell that he’s actually kind of upset about it???
  • To make up for it you two spend the rest of the day taking stereotypical embarrassing baby pictures of him he does all the dumb baby poses and everything he even puts on a baby bonnet (why do you even have that???)
  • He even uses one of those “what would your baby look like” apps and uses two pictures of himself
  • It does not work well
  • “Look MC this is what I looked like as a baby~”
  • “what the actual hell is that monstrosity”

V:

  • His vision has gotten worse so he can’t see very well
  • And he’s starting to get upset about it because he really wants to see these pictures but most of them are just kind of blurry?
  • When you see it’s starting to upset him you take his hand
  • and tell him to get the damn eye surgery and you describe the pictures for him. 
  • You describe where you are and what you’re doing and what you’re wearing while he listens intently and occasionally asks questions
  • He closes his eyes as you talk and paints a picture in his mind
  • “If you were half as cute as I’m picturing then you must have been a little angel.”
  • He doesn’t have to see you to know you’re blushing
  • Would probably help you do that thing where you recreate baby pictures as an adult (you have to do a lot of the work but )
  • Instead of looking like a dumb meme like Seven it ends up looking like a super artistic demonstration of the passage of time and how you’ve changed and stuff??
  • He can’t see but he still has ~*vision*~

Saeran:

  • Saeran doesn’t see the point in baby pictures??
  • Why would you take pictures of babies
  • Memories, Saeran!”
  • Why would you want to remember being a baby
  • He gets kind of into it though
  • You find him later flipping through your photos and smiling to himself
  • He loves the pictures of baby/toddler you smiling or having fun because it makes him happy to think that you had a good childhood
  • he’s a little jealous but mostly happy
  • He wants to know more about some of the pictures (where are you, what were you doing, why is your head inside a fishbowl in this one?)
  • But the idea of asking you embarrasses him because he’s a tsundere little tomato so he just finds the most ridiculous photo and points to it like “what the fuck is this”
  • You explain the whole story to him and when you see how much he seems to like listening to your stories you just kind of 
  • keep going
  • He likes hearing what a normal childhood was like because he honestly has no clue
  • You two end up falling asleep on the couch surrounded by baby photos
  • Saeyoung takes a picture

Vanderwood:

  • “You look weird”
  • Vanderwood says as their face turns red and they continue to stare at the picture of baby you in a tutu and a tiara
  • so cute?
  • Vanderwood is acting like they’ve never seen a baby before and honestly
  • they probably haven’t??
  • Not like up close anyways
  • The only baby in the agency was Seven Zero Seven
  • You were so soft
  • And squishy
  • And fragile
  • And now you’re like
  • You
  • It’s just pretty fucking neat is all
  • It makes them feel like a desire to protect you even more than they already do
  • Vanderwood doesn’t have any baby pictures to share
  • and there’s no way they were ever that small
  • They don’t mind though they’re perfectly happy to look at yours
A Smile?

Can you do one where the reader and Dean are really close, and the reader’s just had a shit day and starts crying, and just the fact that they’re crying makes Dean cry? I think it would be really cute. Thanks hun! ^.^

I wrote this really quickly, just as something to motivate my brain to finish the rest of my exercise routine. Goodnight lovelies! 

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The day couldn’t have gone any worse. The morning started off with a close encounter with an officer who almost busted you and Sam for identity theft, then on the hunt because you forgot to clean your gun, it wouldn’t fire, and a woman lost her life because of the mistake. When you finally arrived back at the bunker you collapsed onto your bed, gripping the sheets and screaming into the pillow. 

You rolled over on the old blanket, trying to find a comfortable position. Each time you shut your eyes, the vision of the woman falling to the floor clouded your mind. Finally you sat up, rubbing your eyes. You saw the gun glinting on your nightstand and anger surged through you. It started with you throwing a pillow against the door, but that escalated to a picture frame, and with a stone cold gaze you grabbed the desk lamp, chucking it against the wall. The bulb shattered, and you followed it to the ground, wrapping your knees in your arms. 

You placed your forehead on your knees, and then there was banging on your door. Dean swung it open and lowered his gun immediately. 

“What happened?” he asked, crouching down to where you were sitting. He picked up the shattered picture frame, placing the glass carefully in the trashcan. 

“I just need some time alone” you murmured into your jeans. Dean began cleaning up your room, starting with the doorknob he broke when he pushed it open. You must’ve been sitting on the floor for about ten minutes, listening to Dean re-make your bed, pick up the broken lamp shards and try fixing the cord so it would still light up one day. He picked up the shirts you tossed, folding them on the foot of your bed. 

“Dean” you spoke up, “Just leave it” you said, and brought yourself up from the ground. 

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” his eyes searched yours, almost as if he was trying to look straight into your mind. You exhaled and sat pretzel-legged in the center of your bed, picking on a loose thread of your sweatshirt. Dean sat himself on the edge of your bed, facing you. 

“I’ve got all day” he said, raising his hand, moving it from left to right as if that was what a day was. 

“Haven’t you just ever had a shit day?” your voice got louder with each word. “We’re hunters, Dean!” you shouted, “And I’m damn near tired of it!” you said, and the tears began welling up in the corners of your eyes. 

“Y/N, that wasn’t your fault” he said, knowing exactly what you were talking about. 

“Yes it was!” you shouted, and tears began flowing freely from your eyes, but you couldn’t care less. Dean dropped his head, seemingly looking at his legs, so you continued shouting through your tears, a gross sob. “If I would’ve gotten off my lazy ass and remembered to clean the damn trigger none of this would’ve happened! She was a mother, Dean!” you said, and Dean finally looked up, his eyes were wet and glazed over.

“Dean?” you whispered, and he broke out in a cover smile, quickly wiping his eyes with the ball of his palm. 

“Sorry” he said and you furrowed your brows. 

“Why are you crying?” you asked, and ran a hand through your hair. 

“I don’t know, I just saw you crying and-“ 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sam” you smiled back. Somehow, even through tears, Dean always found a way to make you feel better. 

“You better not, don’t want him thinking I’m going all soft” he said and you gave a low laugh.

“Was that a smile?” he asked and you turned your head, nodding no.

“That was a smile!” he exclaimed and poked at your shoulders. You fell over, landing your head in-between the two pillows. 

“You alright?” you asked, “I’m the one who should be crying” you said and he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Yeah, fine. But I do want to tell you something…” he trailed off. 

“Yep?” you jumped up from the pillows. 

Dean crossed his arms and pursed his lips. “Some things in life you can’t control, like what happened today. But you can work through them, because things can get better. And there’s probably no one in the world who knows this better than us hunters right?” he asked, smiling. You nodded and wiped the dry tear stains from your cheeks. 

“Now how about my famous burgers?” he said and you jumped up on the bed.

“Hop on” he motioned and you jumped on his shoulders. Dean ran through the halls as you laughed, “Onwards!” you shouted, pointing forwards. Shit days suck, and you knew it. But one thing about them made them worth getting through, the end of them. Because restarting the day doesn’t have to happen in the morning. Just sit down and breathe, re-start your day. Hopping on Dean’s back towards food was the start of a new day for you, and you loved it. And it was a damn good burger, too.

anonymous asked:

I didn't know he was dating someone, who is Lili Simmons?

Yep, he was. Not sure if he still is. I believe they started dating after they became co-stars on Banshee. Lili plays Rebecca Bowman on the show.

I think Tom also dated one or two other people from the soap he was on a few years ago, Guiding Light. Someone else who knows his history better than me might be able to comment. So there you go!

Little Drummer Boy

Originally posted by claracivry

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Little Drummer Boy

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hi I adore your blog! Could I request an x-men imagine where the reader is a mutant and she plays the drums really well, and Kurt is interested in the way she plays? And she shows him some simple tunes and its rly fluffy?

Note: Aaawwwwwwww

Warnings: None?

You jammed on the drums, the last one left in the garage from your band practice. You were waiting for your friend (and crush, let’s be real) Kurt to get there. He had promised to pick you up when you were done.

You played along with the radio. The cymbals crashed, the bass drum boomed, you flipped your sticks, pulling out all the stops and not caring to stop when he showed up.

*Bamf*

Kurt watched in awe, his eyes fixed on you as you played, going all out. He was speechless, but curious. He appeared closer.

*Bamf*

“How do you do zhat?” he asked, his tail swaying behind him. You stopped, standing up from your stool.

“Want me to teach you?” you offered, brushing hair out of your face. He nodded eagerly. You took a long drink from your water bottle and wiped off your forehead. “Take a seat, Blue.”

“All right, now vhat?” he asked.

“That pedal plays the bass drum.” You told him, handing him your drum sticks. “You, my blue friend, have a distinct advantage.”

“Vas ist das?” he asked. You pulled a third drum stick out of your bucket of drum sticks and wrapped the end of his tail around it. He gripped it, his eyes widening as he realized what you were suggesting.

“Three sticks are better than two,” you smiled. “Take a crack at it.”

Kurt nodded. You turned the radio on, finding a rock station. Kurt played along, but was nowhere near as good as you were. You stood behind him, leaning on his shoulders.

“Here. Hit that one twice. And then the bass. Yep. And use your tail stick to hit the cymbals. Yep. Little quicker. Hit the two on the top. Perfect. Keep going. You’ve got it.” you instructed. He kept playing as you picked up the electric guitar sitting in the corner.

You played the riffs carefully, just a few simple ones. You weren’t very good at it, yet, but you had been learning.

You weren’t sure how long you and Kurt played, but after a while he stopped, looking at his watch.

“Ve better get back to zhe academy before zhe professor sends a search party,” he laughed, handing you your sticks back.

“Yeah,” you smiled, sticking them in your drum stick bucket. “You should come jam with me more often, Kurt. You’re actually pretty good.”

“I am?”

“You really are.” You nodded, standing in front of him. You took his hands in yours.

“I…I bet no one vould come to your concerts if your drummer vas a big blue freak,” he said, offering a sad smile. You looked up at him with sympathy.

“Kurt, you’re not a freak.” you stated, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Being different doesn’t make you a freak.”

“But I’m-”

“Blue, I know. And you have cute little elf ears. I don’t care. You’re not a freak. Not to me.”

“You…you zhink so?”

“Of course I do.” You looked up at him, thumbs gently tracing the scars on his cheeks. “Kurt, you shouldn’t worry so much about looking normal. I like the way you look. A lot.”

“Y-you do?” he asked, his cheeks now a deep shade of purple. A shy smile tugged at his lips.

“I do.” you nodded. His thick blue fingers brushed against your cheeks.

“Vhat I can’t figure out is vhy someone as beautiful as you vould ever care about me.” Kurt said sadly.

“Because you’re amazing and talented and sweet. You’ve been through so much, people calling you names, looking at you like you’re a monster, but you’re still so kind, so curious, so happy.” You rested your hands on his chest. “You deserve to be happy.”

“Vell…You make me happy.” he smiled, brushing some of your hairs behind your ears. “Very, very happy.” He paused, tongue flicking across his lips quickly. “Vould…vould you mind if I kissed y-”

You cut him off with your lips. You ran your fingers through his thick black hair, and you felt his tail coil around your waist.

“We really better get back,” you laughed, resting your forehead against his. “Professor Xavier’s gonna kill us for being out after curfew.”

“Just one more kiss?” he asked with earnest amber eyes. You sighed happily.

“Why not?”

anonymous asked:

settle an argument between me and a friend, what's better: fake boyfriend au or love to hate au

Oh, now that’s a tough one, because I love me a fake relationship AU, really great, always satisfying, you know that suspense “i hope they fall in love” and as things get progressively more angsty, they end up falling in love in the end and fuck man, that’s a good feeling. But at the same time the steady, heavy angst right from the get go as two people who totally hate each other are also like “damn, but i’d still do him tho, yep yep, still do him” because it doesn’t get any better than that, and then oh gosh in the end they’re always playful about how they used to hate each other and gosh darn holy guacamole what a great feeling. Just the subtleties of going from “would step on his fingers if he was falling off a cliff” to “ay, I mean I probably wouldn’t shoot him during the Purge” to “what a great ass, still a jerk, but man what a nice ass” to “oh shit” to “OH SHIT” to “well fuck it then” to “Shitdick is a term of endearment, I love him, he’s my one and only, my Shitdick.”

I guess I’d rather write hate to love, as evidenced by like four of my fics, but I’d rather read fake relationship? I don’t know, it’s a tough debate, don’t know who will win that one.

anonymous asked:

You haven't seen Digimon Savers have you? Maybe you should check it out, I just finished the series and despite the negativity surrounding agumon having a different line from the nostalgic adventure one, it was actually really good! the final arc reminded me soo much of the darkmasters arc, really good and much better than frontier and zero two. Also Kagura and Hijikata's seiyuus are featured on the main cast which should be a plus for you :)

Yep, I haven’t, nor have I seen Frontier (which I was eventually planning on checking out for the sole reason that it’s the final season with a soundtrack composed by the now late Takanori Arisawa who did the music for all the previous series as well. Tho I might just end up listening to the music by itself lol). 

Agumon having a different evolution line doesn’t offend me, I don’t care about technicalities like that anymore, just about the characters and story etc. Which is also why I’ve had little to no interest in actually watching newer Digimon seasons, the fact that they belong in the Digimon franchise doesn’t matter to me, I view them as separate things all together and thus they don’t really take priority over any of the other shows I’m planning on watching. Tri I only care about for nostalgia reasons (I haven’t watched the latest part past the first episode yet, partly cause I just got so bored of Mei and Meikuumon) and without the old characters other Digimon seasons won’t have that.

But, I’ll take your word for it and consider it, I have a lot of shows I wanna watch that I’ve been putting off for months due to my schoolwork, so it’ll probably take a while, but Kugimiya and Nakai being in the main cast IS definitely a plus, voice actors are my weakness. xD Thanks for the recommendation~

One Special Halloween...

A/N: LATELY I HAVE WANTED TO CHALLENGE MYSELF A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL. YESTERDAY, I POSTED HELP LOOKING FOR SOME CHALLENGES (THANKS EVERYONE FOR LEADING ME TO THESE). I JOINED 4 DIFFERENT CHALLENGES AND WROTE ONE FIC TO INCLUDE THEM ALL. SORRY, NO BETA, SO ALL ERRORS ARE MY OWN. FORGIVENESS REQUESTED. :)

THANKS TO ALL OF THESE WONDERFUL WRITERS FOR LETTING ME JOIN THEIR CHALLENGES. I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE WHAT I CAME UP WITH!

CHALLENGES: ALL OF THEM ARE DEAN X READER

BEV’S BIRTHDAY CHALLENGE   @chaos-and-the-calm67

PROMPTS: RESTAURANT, TABLE

TALE TELLER’S FRIGHT NIGHT 2016   @sdavid09

PROMPTS: AMERICAN HORROR STORY

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU ARE DRESSED LIKE THAT”

KAROLINA’S PLAYLIST CHALLENGE   @loveitsallineed

PROMPT: LIGHT A FIRE BY RACHEL TAYLOR (LOVED THIS SONG)

MIAMI’S GODS AND MONSTERS CHALLENGE   @moonlitskinwalker

PROMPTS: CHIMERA

“WHY DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH STEALING FROM HER?”

WARNINGS: MENTION OF DRUG USE, MENTIONS OF THOUGHTS OF DYING, ANGST, SPOUSAL ABUSE, DEATH

WORD COUNT: 3527

OTHER TAGS: @frenchybell @chelsea072498 @supernatural-jackles

 

Originally posted by b-witched

 

It had been a long hunt. The vampires we tracked had led us on an extremely long trail. Finally though, we managed to catch up with him and exterminate them all. Now, we were back home and trying to prepare for a little fun for a change. Tomorrow was Halloween. We were going to throw a small Halloween party to try to catch up with those closest to us, the ones we hardly ever get to see. But first things first, costumes!

“How about this one?” Dean asks you.

“I don’t know. Dracula? That’s kind of boring.”

“Well, maybe.”

“Ok, how about Ghostbusters?”

“That’s just little too close to reality, don’t you think?” I replied laughing.

We moved over to the next aisle. I spotted the one I knew I wanted to wear. Sam may hate me for a while but hopefully he would get over it.

“I’ve found it” I heard Dean say. I wandered down two more aisles before I found him.

“Deadpool?” I asked him.

“Yep. I think it suits me.”

“Well, you would be kind of sexy in that tight fitting outfit.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yep, this is the one then.”

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It's so sad how much hate Sakura gets

Okay listen. She was weak, guess what, most of the characters were, most of US were. As we grow up we learn more and we grow as people -we become stronger. The rate of that varies and that’s okay.

It’s unfair to hate someone purely because they WERE so useless.

She’s not anymore!

And if your reason to hate her is because she ended up with Sasuke…? My advice for you would be grow up. You shouldn’t judge a character with who they’re paired with, she’s her own person. If Sasuke didn’t end up with the pair you shipped, isn’t that as much of his doing as Sakura’s? Yep.

You hate her because of her rivalry with Ino….? They were TWELVE. Twelve guys. What 12 year old knows what she wants in life? c'mon now, don’t be like that.

Put yourself in her shoe for a sec, say you’re smart but you lack in other areas. You’re put in a group with your crush -with two guys that are so much better than you that you’re constantly lacking behind. And you become good friends with both of these guys, you start to feel like a family -and then one goes ahead and leaves. You’ll be hurt too, wether he’s your crush or not.

And then the other one leaves and you’re left behind. Not only are you weak, but also alone.

It’ll feel pretty disparate. But you know what Sakura did? She didn’t sit around crying because she has no team, she went to Tsunade and trained hard to become strong too so she could protect the people she cares about. What’s so bad about that?

She depends on her teammates alright. But who fucking doesn’t? Imagine you had a group project for school, don’t you ask stuff of your group?

And okay, she made a few stupid decisions. Who DOESN’T? Sasuke freaking defected his village. That’s pretty stupid. He went to Orochimaru, that’s ever stupider.

Just because she rejected Naruto that doesn’t make her a bitch wtf? If she doesn’t like him like that, she doesn’t. It has nothing to do with how nice he is. And even if she was mean to him before. Guys, again, she was TWELVE. Are we really forever going to hate someone for what they did when they were TWELVE?

Whenever she does ANYTHING, everyone jumps at her ass, calling her weak, pathetic whatever. She’s not. There’s nothing wrong with being emotional.

If she cries a lot it’s fucking okay. Crying is human. Its a body’s response to overwhelming feelings. Let it go dammit. If she cries over her teammates it means she cares.

She could never surpass Tsunade blah blah blah. Well, guess what? she can. The new generation always surpasses the previous generation. Sakura was the only one that mastered Tsunade’s technique. Give her some credits.

And you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter WHO’s stronger. Strength doesn’t define your existence.

You can compare her to Tsunade and Hinata and Naruto and Sasuke all you want. That won’t change that she’s an awesome hardworking character who’s trying to overcome her weaknesses.

Look at Lee, he was weak before. He had no strength. He was desperate too and Gai guided him. That’s what Tsunade did with Sakura! Even if much later.

Honestly I don’t know what more to say. Just stop being hateful. Stop. Stop calling her whore. Stop calling her useless. Stop calling her weak. Just s t o p.

None of us is in a position to judge anyone be it real or fictional. Before you start shitting on a character’s being, please reflect and look at your own past. You’ll know that no one’s perfect and that we all once were weak. We all fucked up many times. You can’t succeed if you don’t fail.