yep there is no one better than these two


kc au week  ⇏ day 4. all human

    ↳ bakery au: Caroline co-owns a bakery with Bonnie called Bennett & Forbes Bread and Pastries. When they loses one of their star bakers to a local competitor, Caroline and Bonnie are desperate to find a cake decorator of royal caliber as a replacement, and fast. Enter Klaus Mikaelson, an arrogant Brit who thinks that just because he can draw a little more than a stick figure, he’s qualified for the job. With time running out and no luck finding anybody else to fill the position, Caroline is forced to offer the job to him. At first, Caroline can’t stand working alongside him, let alone collaborating with him. But as they spend more and more long nights in the kitchen together, their glaring and glowering turns into glances that last just a little too long, and Caroline is forced to face the truth that she might actually have feelings for the coworker she thought she couldn’t wait to be rid of.

Shades of Jinmin

Hoihoi Today I present the man born on han-seom and his biggest fan. Yep Jinmin - Jimin and Seokjin

What Bangtan think they do :

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What soft shippers think they do :

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What hard shippers think they do :

Originally posted by btsarekings

What meme lovers think they do :

Originally posted by kook-tae

What Jinmin think they do :

Originally posted by parkejimins

What Jinmin actually do :

Originally posted by caughtinjimin

Originally posted by caughtinjimin

From Seokjin :

Originally posted by vminv

From Jimin :

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Two kisses are better than one ^^ :

Originally posted by jjks

Yes these cuties will attack you and no you won’t complain. Love them lots!! Till next time ^^

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She What? ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Jack x Conor x Reader X an ex called Kate

Word Count: 1081

Summary: Jack and his gf Kate have been childhood sweethearts but when Jack asked her to marry him and she declines. His brother, Conor and best friend, y/n are the ones picking up the pieces

Request: Yep (I combined two)

Note: Lol this for @caitlan2003 for blowing up my notifications this morning and also I told my friend about what I was planning to do with this and she freaking cried.

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Originally posted by ohsidemen

You and Conor were sat on the sofa in his apartment, him in his ol famous robe and you in one of his t-shirt and some shorts. You had recently been in a heated discussion about how milky way are better than milky bar, of course he thought the latter was better. 

“Are you still in a mood with me conbon?” You asked with the puppy eyes than no one can resist.

Conor huffed, crossing his arms. “I just don’t see how you think it’s better.” 

You rolled your eyes at the childish way he spoke before slowly moving your hand towards his ribs, keeping a straight face you quickly jabbed your hand into his ribs a few times and before you knew it you were straddling his waist tickling him.

As Conor screamed and shouted, as you laughed you both didn’t hear the sounds of both your phones ringing. 

After a while you both calmed down and listen to the sound of moving cars out on the street with the sun going down as the setting. “Quite a romantic setting don’t ya think?” You muttered with a chuckle.

“It is.” Conor hummed, “But don’t turn me into Jack. I’m not going to turn into your sunset buddy.”

“Jack has never been my sunset buddy.”

Conor scoffed loudly, “Um, that’s why I find you guys sat on the balcony under blankets watching the sunset. Like a couple.

“He was only with me then because Kate was out the country, what you didn’t see or hear was him talking to me about how much he misses Kate and how he wished she was there with him instead of me.” You spoke quietly, you had always had feelings for Jack but he had fallen in love with Kate at the age of 16 and he is now 22 with the same feelings. 

“You know I will admit this.” Conor spoke looking at you, “They are a very cute couple. They suit each other and I know how much this hurts to hear this but it needs to be said. Jack and Kate seem like they are going to last forever and sooner or later me, you, the rest of the buttercreams will be forgotten about because he will have a family of his own.”

Tears built up behind your eyes but you refused to let them slip, you have spent too many nights, days and hours crying over the boy that already found his soulmate.

Before you could agree with Conor a loud slam was echoed around the house, quite footsteps were made towards the living room to reveal the very man, Jack Maynard. 

Oh but not just any Jack, but a tear stained heartbroken Jack holding a small velvet box. “She said no.”

“She what?” You questioned, even though your heart already knew the answer.

Jack took a deep breath and made his way to sit in between you and Conor, “I asked her to marry me and she said no.”

“Did she say why?” Conor asked quietly, his head buried into his hands.

“We were at the Big Ben watching the sunset and she had been quiet all night, I just assumed it was because she was tired from work. Just as the sun hit the peak and the sky had gone that beautiful pink/red colour, I turned her around and dropped on my knee.” Jack choked down a sob he was holding.

“You don’t have to tell us if you’re not ready J.” You whispered, grabbing his hand in yours.

Jack shook his head, “She had this look on her face and I couldn’t tell if it was surprise or was it guilty but now I think about it, it was more on the guilty side. I spoke this big speech and all she did was cry while muttering a fucking no.”

Conor had stood up at this point and started pacing back and forward across the floor, “She can’t just say no.”

“But she did and I started crying and I asked her why, over and over again but she wasn’t telling me. I had to beg.” Jack whispered.

“What did she say?”

“I love you Jack Christopher Maynard, I do. I just can’t marry you knowing you love someone else, don’t say you don’t because the past couple of months I've watched you fall for this person and that breaks my heart because you love me Jack but you’re in love with her.”

You and Conor sat in silence, not knowing what to say. A sniffle was what broke you out of your silence and you grabbed the heartbroken boy in your arms and played with his hair as he sobbed on your shoulder. “I got you, I got you.”

Conor stood up quietly and pointed to his phone on the table, as he was leaving the room he kicked the door frame, pulling a face he scurried faster out the room but not fast enough that Jack shot up and saw him. 

“What? Where’s Conor going, is he leaving? Please tell me, he’s coming back.” Jack muttered quickly, his eyes going frantic around the room.

Grabbing Jack’s face, you spoke quietly. “Hey look at me.” Jack’s eyes slowly drifted back to yours instead of looking at the door, “Conor is coming back, he has just left the room to take a phone call.”

Jack nodded slowly, “I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what?” 

“I’m scared of losing another person I love.” Jack muttered under his breath.

“Conor is never going to leave you Jack.” You shook your head at the boy, “He’s your brother, even if you fall out, Conor is never going to leave you.”

Jack nodded as you sat in silence waiting for Conor to come back, “What about you?”

“What about me?” You asked confusingly.

“Will I ever lose you?” Jack asked looking towards you.

Chuckling you shook your head, “Never.”

“Good because I can’t lose my girlfriend and best friend.” Jack’s voice sounded so empty and defeated and it pained you to hear Jack sound like that, than his usually the happiness and confidence person you knew. 

No matter how much pain you were about to put yourself through when you say the next sentence and what your further actions will do, if making Jack happy will stop his pain stop then putting yourself through a shit of pain is worth it.

“You’re not going to lose her because I’m going to help you get her back.”

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. 

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!


“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.


“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.

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


(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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anonymous asked:

So is Chicago Mix literally just mixing cheddar corn and caramel corn together? Like out of one of those Christmas buckets of popcorn you can get at Kmart? I literally didn't think that was a novel thing, since by the time you get two-thirds through one of those buckets the cheapy cardboard dividers have bent and all the popcorn is mixed together anyway. I didn't know Chicago called dibs.

Yep, we did! It belongs to us. We’ve claimed it and if you mixed them by accident and ate them that way, you now belong to us too. That’s the Chicago way. 

Welcome. From this point forward please remember every December to grumble about how Marshall Field’s was better than Macy’s. I’ll see you at the Field Museum. 

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.

“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.

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.




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.

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.

When You Least Expect It | 02

Warnings: angsty af. depression, anxiety cw

Word count: 10,192

A/N: This was so hard to write!! I have the whole story mapped out now but holy shit some of this was really difficult to churn out. I hope it’s not awful and you can enjoy it to some extent. ><;;

The morning rush was finally over. Tucking your cleaning cloth into the ties of your apron, you leaned back against the counter with a sigh, thankful for the brief reprieve. Granted, Hoseok’s café was one of those small, cosy hipster-type affairs, but as a result of that it was one of the most popular places to go when one wanted to lord their latest MacBook and freelance, coffee-lounge work aesthetic over others. With all of your customers contentedly sipping and nibbling away at their orders, you took a moment to re-fill the pastry display.

As you were crouched behind the countertop, you heard the tinkle of the bell above the door, and immediately sprung up to provide service. “Welcome, what can I get you—oh, Yoongi.”

You forgot that he’d probably be in for his mid-morning fuel. His sharp eyes narrowed. “A little enthusiasm would be nice.”

“Oh, my apologies,” you simpered, then put on your most saccharine voice. “Master, how may I be of service?”

Yoongi smirked, arching a brow suggestively. “I could think of a few things, but I just can’t picture you in the maid outfit.”

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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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Riverdale Photo Crackcap 109

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… 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!!!

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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anonymous asked:

prompt where alex gets hurt and maggie has to rescue her? thanks.

‘Babe, I’m not going to make it. Go on without me.’

‘You’re giving up just like that?’

‘It’s pointless. I’m trapped.’

‘The hell you are. I’m coming to get you.’

‘It’s too dangerous-.’

‘You’re worth the risk.’


Refusing to hear further protest, she pulled out her earpiece and picked up her gun. They’d lost half their team, were now outnumbered by two to one and, judging by Alex’s vague directions, she was at the other end of warehouse where visibility was poor – it wasn’t dangerous, it was a suicide mission. But Maggie Sawyer would be damned if she didn’t at least try to save her fiancée.

She slammed a fresh round into her weapon and peeked around the corner. The area was clear so she proceeded, gun primed and footsteps measured and quiet. She made it to the large wooden crates and took cover there momentarily before she continued on her rescue mission.

Two metres later, she saw him.

He went to aim his gun but she was quicker, firing off three shots and watching, with satisfaction, as he dropped to the ground. However, her joy was short lived, for the sound of gunfire inevitably drew out the other three. Well, for now, it seemingly only drew out two but still, Maggie took them both out with ease. Her heart pounded in her chest as she whispered to herself, ‘I’m coming, Alex.’

And the other end of the warehouse, where Alex was, was now in sight so Maggie started running, desperate to get to her girl and check that she was okay.

As she got there, taking cover behind the metal container that Alex was slumped against, a shot narrowly missed her head. ‘Told you I was coming,’ she smiled. ‘How’s the ankle?’

‘Sprained,’ Alex groaned. ‘Not broken, but definitely sprained.’

‘How did it happen?’ Maggie asked before blindly firing over the top of their cover.

‘I’d rather not say.’


‘I tripped over a cardboard box, okay?’

Maggie snorted. ‘I’m marrying such an idiot.’


‘What? You tripped over a box,’ Maggie laughed and grabbed Alex’s gun – two were better than one. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll fuss over you at home, I promise.’


Maggie fired another series of shots, heard a moan and grinned. ‘Yep. Because we’re about to get out of here.’ She placed the two paintball guns on top of the container and, gently, helped Alex up. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you,’ she reassured as she helped Alex to walk.

Kara, who’d been last woman standing in her team, looked concerned as she picked herself up and removed the Kryponite bracelets that Winn had devised to make the game of paintball possible. ‘Is she okay?’

‘Yeah. You should see the cardboard box she tripped over.’

Alex shot Maggie a look. ‘I expect major fussing.’

‘Well then, dumbass, you better expect major teasing too because there’s no way I’m letting this go for a while.’

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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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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anonymous asked:

Had an interesting dream about Wilford's little befriending anti and hanging around the glitch more, infuriating wilford who doesn't trust him, basically the two knife lovers just end up hissing like cats at each other from angry and jealousy

Yep that’s pretty accurate honestly. Wilford gets along with Anti better than other egos don’t get me wrong, but when it comes to his s/o he trusts practically no one, especially not the unpredictable glitch.

Dusk till Dawn

Fandoms: Super Sons, Batman DC, Superman DC

Parings: Damijon, TimKon, JayRoy, BirdFlash,

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Connor Kent, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Lois Lane

Summary: Genius playboy Damian Wayne has everything he could ever want and more yet people fail to see how broken this boy truly is. He meets Jon Kent a bright cheerful boy who’ll show Damian there’s more to life than fame and fortune

Link: Dusk till Dawn by GoNEF

Chapter 1: The end of an era

Chapter 1: End of an Era

“Damian Wayne has ended his engagement with Kitty Moth, the singer told G! News that he and model Kitty Moth wanted different things, sources indicated that Damian didn’t want to be tied down, he wanted to party and be wild while he still could while Kitty wanted to have a calm more private life, she says that she was ready to start a family and Damian wasn’t.

Our sources indicate that the main reason Damian [Wayne] kept putting off the wedding is due to the fact that he was afraid of being tied down to one woman and needed freedom after three years of cheating, heart breaks, Damian [Wayne] finally ended the engagement leaving Kitty [Moth] heartbroken and distraught, the model refuses to talk about it and wishes Damian the best,”

“And me being gay having to hide my sexuality as well as this whole mess being a pr stunt to further her career has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I called off that engagement,”

Dick let out a surprised squeak as he turned around to see Damian leaning against the door way, glaring at the TV, Dick looked at the TV before he looked at Damian, he was about to turn off the television so that Damian wouldn’t have to see the media trash talking him about his engagement with Kitty, Damian however, had other plans.

Taking the remote from Dick the younger Wayne turned the volume up as he continued to hear the reported paint him as some bad guy while making Kitty look like an angel.


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