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Bound to Happen (Part 6), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,640

Author’s Note: I feel like I never made this super clear - but this is not a recreation of The West Wing. It is heavily inspired by it, yes, but they are not White House staffers and it doesn’t follow the exact same story line. Just wanted to clear any confusion! I thought sticking them into an AU was too constricting.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Cursing. This chapter is modeled after the Gaza car explosion episode, so be warned.

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“I can barely go one night without you here, I don’t know how I’ll go an entire week.” Lin collapsed into his dressing room couch.

“Do you want a West End production of In the Heights or not?” You shot back, gaining a huff from him.

You were leaving the next morning to join a select group in early negotiations to put Lin’s show up in London. They were very early negotiations, which is why you were tagging along.

Lin had insisted months ago - when the trip was a distant thing in the future and he thought you would deserve a vacation. ‘You’ve been with this show as long as I have, just make sure Usnavi’s not white and we’ve got a West End production!’ was his stellar reasoning.

Now that the trip was in twelve hours, he was having second thoughts.

“Just, have fun and tan!” He insisted as places were called.

“It’s London!” You reminded him as his cap was secured snugly on his head. 

It was two in the morning when Lin got the call. He grumbled when Tommy flashed across the screen. Probably still adjusting to time zones and didn’t think before dialing, Lin reasoned as he rejected the call and stuffed his face back into the pillows.

He called three more times before Lin finally gave in.

“It is dark as shit out, Tommy.” Lin sneered, arm reaching blindly to flick on his bedside lamp.

It’s Y/N.” Tommy was crying.


Lin spent the next few hours on the phone with various doctors and anyone who was in the group. 

A car accident. Lin sent you to London and you were half-dead from a car accident.

“They’re not really telling us anything. We’re not family and we’re in a different country-”

“It’s okay, Tommy. They told me enough.” Breathed Lin, who, after four hours now, was still curled up on his bed. The only visible change was the sunlight peeking in from the window.

“We’re all heading back to the hotel. We’ll keep you updated.”

Lin hung up before Tommy could start another grieving session, as if there was no hope.

Despite what everyone anticipated, Lin was at the theater that night, pleading with anyone that would listen that he was going on tonight even if he had to scream the lyrics without a mic on.

“Either get me a mic, or get the fuck out of my way-” He was taking it out on a poor stage hand whose name he couldn’t remember when he felt a harsh tug at the collar of his shirt.

“Take it easy, man.” Chris was at his side as Lin’s body shook with sobs. The stage hand scampered away, “Hey-”

Lin was struggling to catch his breath, panting as his lungs worked to catch up with the devastation.

I sent her there.” 

“Don’t start with that shit.”

Lin wanted to snap again because he did send you and it was his fault and instead of being greeted this morning with your coffee and a scolding from Karen, all he received was thirty solemn faces that couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now-” Chris offered, giving him permission to do exactly what he had wanted to this morning, “I think we’d all understand.”

“Thanks.” Lin whispered, striding towards the door. By the time he was in the street, he was sprinting back towards his apartment, racking his brain for how long a flight from New York to London was.

Lin expected the booth to be empty - the meeting with the artistic directors of the theater didn’t start for another ten minutes, but he always liked to show up a bit early.

A head start.

To his surprise, the door was open and the lights were on. And there you were.

Humming to yourself, you twirled around the room effortlessly. You were making copies and highlighting important sections of the script and brewing coffee at the same time.

He was in love.

“Uh, hello?” Lin called, standing in the doorway and wondering if he was intruding. You spun and met him with a grin.

“Hi.” He continued to stare, “Oh! I’m Y/N. I’m working on this show by uh-” You glanced down at the script, “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who are you?”

“Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He smiled lightly, wondering how this multitasking scatterbrained girl was now working on his show.

“Of course I knew that!” You certainly didn’t, “I’m your assistant. Well, technically I’m an intern but I feel like that’s such a high-school job title so-”

“Assistant it is.” Lin agreed, slinging his bag off his shoulder and taking a spot at the table you were currently setting up.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You nodded as you continued your impromptu dance around the room - checking that the presentation was set up properly, that the pages were in order and the coffee was on the right track, “I like your show, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Remember I said that when you’re looking for an assistant when this thing hits Broadway.”

Lin laughed lightly as he flipped to the first page of your copy of the script. Hastily scribbled in the margins were notes.

Start with talking to the audience to reassure them. This is a show for them even if they know nothing about Washington Heights.

“I will.”

Lin’s first stop was the hospital - where he had to fight doctors to get to you. He still hadn’t showered and was in the same clothes from when he left the theater.

He probably looked like the messiest, most frantic guest they’d ever had in their waiting room, but he crossed an ocean to be there. He was getting into that room.

Finally, he was in contact with a doctor that understood the circumstances and was willing to take the time to explain the situation and treatment plan - a lot of which made Lin queasy.

“Do you want to see her?”

Lin was ushered to a brightly lit hallway. He had never been in an ICU before and it was just as terrifying as he imagined it to be.

“We don’t expect her to come to anytime soon - but you can go in if you’d like.” The doctor offered. She turned the corner and led him to your room. The door was slightly jar, and she pushed it further open.

“You said she’d-”

“-be just fine if everything goes according to plan, yes. A few months of physical therapy for the leg. Frequent check-ups on the lung. Nothing too strenuous.” She confirmed.

You didn’t look like someone that would be just fine. Lin tip-toed into the room. The tubes and machines and beeping was all too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and suddenly the nausea was catching up to him.

He doubled over at the sight of you, bruised and bandaged and the tears he had been holding in on the plane were spilling here.

The doctor left with a courteous farewell and a reminder that she would be available for questions before closing the door behind her.

It took him twenty minutes to work up the courage to pull the chair up next to your bed. It took another ten for his hand to find yours. 

The next two days were spent in that chair. He set up a writing station by your side, the constant click of his notebook the only thing able to drown out the beeping of the machines. He hotel was used for the shower and its continental breakfast and never for sleep.

He has halfway through tearing apart a lyric when he felt your bed shift. He yanked his earbuds out by the chord, slamming his laptop shut and set it on the floor. He sat up, eyes locked on your face as your eyes clenched in pain.


He wasn’t sure he heard it. Maybe his mind was playing tricks and you were still fast asleep with the help of very heavy drugs.

“Lin.” Your hand was moving now, trembling as you reached for something blindly.

Your eyes wavered open, lids heavy as you took in the speckled ceiling.

“Lin.” His hand was in yours again, and he was out of his chair in a second.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as it wavered.”You’re okay.”

“You’re here.” Your voice cracked from under use, your throat screaming for water.

“Of course I’m here.” He smiled reassuringly, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He never wanted to see your eyes on anything but him again.

“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, barely decipherable.

A nurse bustled in with a jug of water and instructions from the doctor. A remote was shoved into your hand for whenever the pain became unbearable. You immediately clicked it three times.

“It only works the first time, I think.” Lin breathed a half-assed laugh, trying to keep the mood light in the presence of the nurse.

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated firmly, hand trying to brush away the nurse as she moved to take blood. “Say it.

“It’s not my fault.” Lin said, but didn’t believe.

You let the nurse go about her business for the moment, eventually leaving with the promise of food upon her return. You weren’t hungry. Lin’s hands were on your blankets, pulling it up so it would cover your shoulders.

“Is everyone else-”

“They’re all fine.” He promised, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “They want you to get better.”

“They just want to put me back to work.” You grumbled, voice dipping as you settled back into bed. “I’m irreplaceable.” You smiled, wanting to see it mirrored on Lin’s face - fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you again.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but you had already dozed off, “Irreplaceable.”

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My South Side Girl (Jughead x Reader)

200 Writing Prompts: “Can I please have a jughead fic with prompts 147, 73, 154?” –Anonymous

Imagine: You’ve always despised Jughead Jones III. But when a mystery comes up and you go to find out the truth, it’s only natural that Jughead tag along, and maybe learn a little bit about you too.

“You’re impossible!”

“Sorry if I have my own way of doing things, Princess.”

“Call me Princess one more time…”



You were in the most recent of your many spats with your so-called friend (you preferred the term arch-nemesis) Jughead Jones III. He was lucky you adored Betty and were borderline in love with Veronica or else you’d barely give him the time of day. Together, you had formed the three divas of Riverdale High School. Because of this, you often found yourself dragged into adventures with mysteries with the teen amateur detectives. Your surprising analytical skills and out-of-the-box thinking made you a valuable asset to their team. You loved the adventure and suspense that came with spending time with the “Riverdale High Core Four”. However, a certain beanie-clad South Side boy always seemed to get on your nerves. You were like oil and high-end sparkling water–it just didn’t mix.

“Guys!” Veronica yelled at the two of you. You silenced and blushed, embarrassed for showing such unpleasant emotions to your friends. “We’ve got a lead.”

Archie leaned into his girlfriend, placing a hand on her shoulder as he read her laptop screen. “Looks like Councilman Johnson has a mysterious ranch a few hours from town. There’s bound to be a clue there.”

You were in the midst of investigating a slew of missing person’s reports that coincided oddly well with the installation of a new city councilman. Were the missing people perhaps his personal enemies? Or victims of something more perverse?

“We need to go there,” You said. “I can go tomorrow!”

“Me too!” Jughead said.

“Oh, sorry guys, I’ve gotta study for AP World or else my mom is gonna kill me…” Betty said, looking away.

“Yeah, Coach is making us train in the off-season,” Archie said.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead near some ranch,” Veronica said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I guess that leaves…” You said.

“You and me,” Jughead finished with a scowl.

You both packed up and left the room. This was going to be a long week.

Upon your exit, Veronica giggled. “This is perfect!”

“Perfect!? Ronnie, they’re gonna kill each other,” Archie said.

“I think you’re thinking of another four-letter word that starts with a K,” Veronica said with a wink. “Some alone time on what is basically a rustic honeymoon is bound to get them to admit their repressed teen emotions for one another, and they’ll finally be in love and out of our hair.”

She grinned her beautiful, yet sinister Veronica Lodge grin. “It’s the perfect plan.”

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Giriboy: Now..uh…this is kinda..First,..(buffering) what was the question again? (Cheerful)

Interview [G: Giriboy; D: Dingo]
G: Hi
D: ‘5 songs for initiation’ what is the meaning of the title of the album?
G: Actually there isn’t much meaning to it, i wanted to release a full album but the company told me to rest a little, so as like a resting time, I decided to release this album. Once the full album comes out, it will be continuing this. So it’s like I can’t really tell you exactly what it is

D: The titles for your songs are all only two syllable, did you do that on purpose?
G: I did it on purpose so it’ll look cool (cheerful) HEHEHEHE

D: You also included remix songs in your album, is there a special reason for that?
G: Initially before I wanted to release a full album, I was already thinking to release a remix album so as I was in the middle of receiving song remixes, there was a song ‘Mixed Up’ and I really wanted to release it…ah.. so I gave up on the remix album and decided to release a full album so this song will be the center of other songs, the song 'express highway’ is really a song I made entirely 2 years ago, and I decided to take the song..uh..then..(lost his way) what was the question again?
D: the reason you included the remix
G: Ah! (Found his way) ah, I wanted to make a remix album, and then somehow the other song (lost his way again)
D: so you wanted to release a remix album but you also really wanted to release the song 'Mixed Up’ so you gave up on the remix album
G: I gave it up
D: And you included 2 remix songs then you released the album!
G: And I still didn’t feel satisfied so I added two more remix songs and thats why this album came out, thats what I was saying. (Cheerful)

*Giriboy - i’m in (yunji remix)*

D: Giriboy’s albums: 'adjective’ albums and ’-ceremony’ albums you have these two right? (T/n: ~적인 for adjectives - the fatal, sensual, lonely, mechanical, basic album and ~식 for coming of age ceremony and debut)
G: Theres going to have one more now
D: Ah so you mean the album’s thats soon coming out is going to be in another category?
G: Yes. No no of course no uh this is a bit difficult but in the game Lol there’s a unique point. 'Hybrid = ~adj album’ the albums that people all know and AD line is like the ~ceremony albums - an album that can show only my attacking points. Now one more is left which is AP, thats is like a magician thing in the game so i will be making only the beats, and other rappers or singers can participate(? He said it wrongly haha) but i dont know when i will release that. But I think it’ll be nice if you can look forward to that.

D: Do you have any particular location or situation where you get musical inspiration?
G: I don’t exactly have that kind of stuff, I actually don’t really have much thoughts haha without really thinking much I just sit in the room and think 'what should i make today?’
D: Are you the type that is quick when it comes to producing?
G: Uh.. yes. Really I am I can say that I am quite fast. But it is also because I sometimes have the tendency to just wing it? (Cheerful)

D: What is Giriboy’s top 3 favourite Giriboy’s songs?
G: uh…I have a song called 'All Day’ That song is really good but people don’t really know that song. 'ZOA’? This (choosing his fav songs) is difficult. 'Space Flight…….2’
D: Any reasons on why you chose these three?
G: it’s just that the song 'All Day’ it’s something that is trendy now but also has the old times feel to it, and I wish this song will become famous. 'ZOA’ and 'Space Flight 2’ these songs are the music styles that I have been obsessed with nowadays.

D: Any 2017 plans?
G: It’s my plan to release a full album, but who knows there can be changes.., if the things I want to do change, since everything is just according to what I want to do..

D: There’s a lot of saying going around that you don’t speak well. Do you agree with it yourself?
G: Yes. Really I… Yes I think so too.

D: You have a song called 'Pushover’ right?
G: Yes.
D: Is Giriboy’s dating style really like a pushover?
G: I don’t really know.. (cheerful)
G: People think that the story in the songs are about myself but it’s not my story hehehe
D: It’s a story you made up?
G: Yeah, almost everything.. really I didn’t think much while writing them so

D: What kind of artist does Giriboy want to become?
G: Ah..what kind of artist…I think it’s best to just be a happy person. Even if I fail, I’ll have money saved up and go to a village and make music alone thinking 'yeah I’m not going to let you guys listen I’m going to make songs by myself’ and just listen to them alone, eating chips and just be like that at a village, peacefully.. that’s like my dream.

D: One sentence each to your fans and your haters.
G: If I perform, there’s some fans that I always see and I’m really grateful to them, i can’t do this kind of thing (the finger heart thing) I really can’t do it so I feel sorry for that.
D: How about your haters?
G: Uh…I don’t really pay attention to them but if I don’t have any (haters) then it will be boring right so… thanks for existing. HA HA HA (cheerful)

Butterfly and the Beanie (Part Three)

Jughead x Reader

Part One Part Two 

“Time passes. Memories fade. Feelings change. People leave. But hearts never forget.”

Warnings: Swearing

Wordcount: 3,082


A fancy long blue dress.

Hair pulled back in a curled ponytail, strands hanging down around my face.

Nails painted to match.

Everything’s coming together for my senior year prom.

The only thing missing?
A date.

Oh, and my butterfly ring.

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Hogwarts!AU, Tzuyu x Reader

Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2466

Written by Admin LJ 

Author’s Note: I went a little overboard with the length of this one, but it’s because I LOVE Harry Potter, and Soft Slytherin!Tzuyu is a concept I’ll take to my grave. Enjoy!)

For the longest time, you were never sure how Tzuyu wound up in Slytherin so easily.

You remember her being sorted on your very first day at Hogwarts- the Sorting Hat had barely touched her head before it shouted “Slytherin!”, leaving the Great Hall echoing with the cheers of Slytherin house as their newest housemate joined their table, all while the other houses groaned in annoyance.

It didn’t take you very long to start to wonder why the Sorting Hat didn’t hesitate the slightest bit- you had learned early on that Tzuyu didn’t have many qualities of a Slytherin- she was incredibly intelligent and creative, much like a Ravenclaw, as seen on multiple occasions in the Charms class you two had together (you always watched in admiration as Tzuyu excelled at every spell your professor taught, giggling with her friends as she turned her owl into a goblet with a flawless flick of her wand). She aced all of her OWL’s with flying colors as the years progressed, and sometimes you had to admit you were a bit envious of her intelligence.

Tzuyu also held the same level of courage and recklessness as her Gryffindor peers, which was evident on your sixth day of school, when you witnessed Tzuyu tackle a third years rogue Monster Book of Monsters that had been tearing down the hall after a professor (Slytherin house earned twenty points for her act of bravery). Not three weeks later, she had joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as their youngest seeker. She had become well known for her daring leaps at the Golden Snitch, quite literally throwing herself off her broom in an effort to catch the tricky game winner (lucky for her, her teammates were always there to catch her).

It wasn’t a secret that Tzuyu was also the most Hufflepuff-like Slytherin to exist- while her entire house was loyal to each other, she was also fiercely loyal to her friends of other houses (she had grown to be exceptionally close with Dahyun and Jihyo, two older Gryffindor students who swore they were practically raising Tzuyu as their child, despite the mere two year difference between her and Jihyo). She was also incredibly humble, and patient, and even started tutoring in her third year.

Tzuyu was intelligent, unwaveringly brave, and selfless.

What traits of a Slytherin did she possess to land her in the most stereotypically unpopular House at Hogwarts?

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Our Story’s not Over~Part 3 (Final-James Potter)

A/N: OHMYGOD I AM SORRY. I posted something yesterday saying this would be up last night and went to finish it and I FELL ASLEEP. In my defense, I was exhausted and it was 11pm

Summary: You are found and once you come back home, James tells you he found the letters.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2662

Warnings: Blood, swearing, fluff, mentions of death

Other Parts: How it All Started-How it All Ended


She loved him. She really loved him. These letters showed that. Painfully, but very clearly. She had loved him for a very long time and he hadn’t even realized. The tears running down James’ face were not silent. By the end of the last letter, he was nearly sobbing. The other three boys could hear him and it took an hour for Sirius to get up and see what was making his friend cry so much. Surely, they were all sad, but they could usually get hold of themselves after a little bit.

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Rough translation of Owari no Seraph chapter 54 PART 1

Page 2
Kimizuki: Uaahhhhh!! What’s this!!
I’ve never seen so much food in on place!!
Yu: That’s much? Is there any tasty food?
Narumi: …It’s Wagyu
Yoichi: WAGYU!!?
Yu: Eh? What’s Wagyu? Does it taste good?

Page 3
Owari no Seraph chapter 54: Sinner’s Christmas

Page 4
Narumi: A food that poor person don’t know
Yu: Poor person? I was a poor person?
Narumi: Don’t know.
Yu: Moreover, you used to be rich?Narumi: Me…well. I used to be from a prestigious family, that served the Ichinose clan.
Yoichi:Eh..then you and Lieutenant Guren from the start…
Yu: What’s a prestigious family?((more like being from one ))
Kimizuki:Being related to Wagyu
Yu:Then, does is taste good?
Narumi:I’m gonna kill you both…!!

Page 5
Kimizuki: Even if we’re happy, I’m still hungry! Let’s grill! We’re grilling the entire thing!
Squad:Oooooh!! Hurray!!
Kimizuki:To repeat it again, I’m older than all of you! I hope you don’t forget this!?

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Shinoa: HOW LARGE!! Mii-chan, it’s even this big, that our voices echo!
Mitsuba: Is it alright, not helping the others cooking?
Shinoa: But when we help, Kimizuki-san only gets angry~
Mitsuba: Well, he’s a narrow-minded guy.
Shinoa: It’s true. Open his eyes like this and brags “don’t waste your food!”

Page 7
Mitsuba: Wait. Are you really going in?
Shinoa: Don’t you want to come in as well?
Mitsuba:No. Actually I also want to go in but-it has been a long time since I took a bath and
Shinoa: I’m going
Mitsuba: But…

Page 8
Shinoa: The bathtub is ready and so is the food. This everything-was prepared by Ferid Bathory.  That he saw through everything from the beginning, did you noticed it Mi-chan?
Mitsuba: What?
Shinoa: Even uniforms from the JIDA, there is changing clothes prepared. Shinoa: To say it again, it seems that Ferid is connected with the JIDA.

Page 9
Shinoa:For that person, this might be according to plan even being burn at a stake.
Mitsuba: Going so far…how scary…
Shinoa: Yes, really…How in the world my chest grew so big, I’m also scared
Mitsuba: If that fits my bra’s size, I’m never ever going save this Ferid guy
Shinoa: ! …What!!!?

Page 10
Shinoa: Eh, wait, that this cup size really existed in mankind is-
Mitsuba: What size was it
Shinoa …eh it’s a G-cup…… Even if Mii-chan is the reincarnation of a milk cow, it’s impossible, right?
Mitsuba:…Haven’t clearly said, that you’re becoming really close to a B-cup?
Shinoa: No no no no no no!! W…wait. And even…!!

Page 11
Shinoa: SHI-CHAN!!
Mitsuba: Gyaaaah!!
Shinoa: …Huh. My Z-cup was almost discovered
Squad: What are you both doing!!!

Page 12
Crowley: Even if you won’t stare like that, I’ll give it, if you want to drink. Mika: Whose blood is it
Crowley: Well, but judging by the taste, it’s children’s blood. Unlike me, Ferid-kun enjoys children’s blood. You should know it well.

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Crowley: It’s very interesting, starving a cow it’s nothing bad. So why dow you feel disgust and immorality after drinking blood from a brotherly loved one.
Well I was the same, when Ferid-kun truned me against my will

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Crowley: That’s a face full of power. What so you want to hear?
Mika: How much time do I have until I loose all of my human feelings…?When did I stop, being a human?

Page 15
Shinya: Hey, Guren. You should slowly stop shutting your mouth.

Page 16
Shinya: What the hell is in Osaka?Guren: You’ll know once we arrive there.
Shinya: Tell us before we arrive.
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Guren: Can’t you wait, Shinya Shinya: I cannot. No, I’ve waited enough. You should explain
Shinya: What was that experiment, that happened in Nagoya? I saw you slaughtering comrades, everyone who was there. What was that?

Page 18
Shinya: Explain it to me
Goshi:He-Hey Shinya-sama
Mito: Guren probably has reasons…
Shinya: I know that. Guren is not that type of guy who would do something like that without reasons
The problem is

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Shinya That he didn’t tell as anything.  Guren caused something, but he doesn’t tell us about it. Was it because you couldn’t trust us?

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Guren: Are you saying, that we should tell each other everything as comrades?
Shinya: Basically yes
Guren: Then you tell us first, when did you took your first shit today?Shinya: …What? Goshi, tell us
Goshi: Eh!? Why I??
Ah~ Let me think, just before at the service center…
Mito: But, isn’t it now alright to tell us?

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Mito: 9 years since we met, 8 years  since the world has ended. We already have become family.
Goshi: Ah, right right. I wanted to say the same thing
Mito: Is there any reason to hide it?
Goshi: Right right, that’s it
Mito: Wait Goshi
Goshi: Hm?
Mito: Shut up

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Goshi: But, it’s no good thing to corner a child who doesn’t want to say it. There is something, but I won’t say it Like that right, Guren?
Shigure: Guren-sama
Sayuri: Is it like that?Guren-sama

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8 years ago, the day the world came to an end.
12.25 Christmas

Page 24
Guren:…Shinya, Shinya!! SHINYA!! Uu, ua,UAAAAHHHH!!!!!! [Human commit crimes]

Page 25
[Always, they commit crimes without hesitation, when they can revive their family]  [The price for reviving the dead are the lives of all the people] [And even after that, the revived will only live for only 10 years]
Guren: Only 10 years, but if  (my)family, when (my)comrades can show  their smiles- I can carry the sin

Page 27
Shinya: …Hm~ That’s definitely a hiding face
Goshi: Ah, you can strategiclly read face expression?
Shinya: I haven’t read it, but there is a reaction.
Mito: After what statement was the reaction?
Shinya: It was [Family] and also after the number [8 years]
Just what meaning of 8 years?

Fade Away (Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Title: Fade Away (Based off the song Fade Away by Ryder) 

Characters: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Mike Dodds, Reader

Setting: New York Club, Reader’s apartment 

Warnings: slight smut, grinding, kissing, club scenes, language

A/N: Needed a fix for Sonny since I am a huge Law and Order: SVU fan and Sonny’s my favorite! Hope you enjoy! Also, Happy New Years! May 2017 bring even better writing! 

Originally posted by iheartcarisi

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mbti types reacting to a marriage proposal
  • ENFP: “Bro….it looks like we’re gonna be all domestic and everything….” *shrugs and nods*
  • INFP: probably cries. It was just how they were imagining.
  • ENFJ: *already trying to decide on a wedding dress that would make everyone happy. It’s not working out so well*
  • INFJ: Believes you’re joking at first. Asks you. Is proven wrong. *Cries*
  • ENTP: Initially refuses but comes around the next day.
  • INTP: “….wait….I thought we were already married……..oh. Do you wanna talk about lobsters?”
  • ENTJ: “Ahh yes. This is all going according to plan. We will be wed on the third of June.” 
  • INTJ: *is caught off guard for once in their entire life and is pleasantly surprised.* *is probably planning the wedding already*
  • ESFJ: *texts everyone* *updates facebook status* *screams*
  • ISFJ: okay. Just imagine the perfect proposal. Yeah. That. That’s what goes down. It’s adorable. 
  • ESTJ: Makes a whole shitload of promises. It’s actually quite nice.
  • ISTJ: *probably already acts like they’re in a domestic relationship*
  • ESFP: Has probably pressured the ESFJ into telling them that you’re gonna propose and is currently practicing their reaction in front of a mirror
  • ISFP: Accepts your proposal in the warmest, most quirky way imaginable.
  • ESTP: *picks you up* 
  • ISTP: “Uhhhhhh…..yea sure” *returns to whatever it was they were doing*
Baby Tim - Drabbles

Short drabbles from my Baby Tim verse! Requested by @jadedhillon


You and Jason have been together for three years at this point. Tim is 5.

It is Tim’s first day of kindergarten. You had been working with Tim for a while to teach him how to spell his name, how to count, how to read and write. Jason said that you were going overboard, that the teacher would teach Tim everything he needed to know. You just ignored him.

“Alright Timmy. How do you spell your name?”

“Timothy. T-I-M-O-T-H-Y”

“Very good!”

“And can you count to 10 for me?”

“Duh mama! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10!”

“That’s my smart boy!”

“Alright you two, we’re here!” Jason called from the front seat. You had opted to sit in the back and go over things with Tim.

“Alright baby, do you remember out numbers?”

“Yes mama, and our home address and Papa Bruce’s address.”

You smooth down the little tie that is part of Tim’s school uniform and try to hold back your tears. “Good, call me if you need anything, okay?”

Tim throws his arms around your neck, “I promise, mama”

Jason opens the car door and scoops Tim up, giving him a tight hug, “You behave yourself little man”

“I will daddy. Love you, daddy, love you mama!”

Jason sets Tim on the ground, “We love you too sweetheart! Have a fun day at school!” you call out as Tim runs to get into his line. “Is he going to be okay Jay?”

“Babe, he is going to be fine! Now come on, we need to leave. See he is already inside. If there are any problems then the school will call us”

You nod quietly and get back into the car. No one ever said how hard it would be to see Tim go to school for the first time.


Tim loses a tooth for the first time. Tim is 6.

You had finally agreed to let Damian start teaching Tim how to fight. No way in hell would you let him out as Robin, but it was important for him to know how to defend himself. They had barely been down in the cave for 20 minutes when you heard Tim calling for you.

“Mama! MAMA LOOK!!!”

You run from the kitchen where you had been helping Alfred to the study, where the stairs to the cave were.

“What is it Timmy?”


In his hand was something small and white, it looked almost like a pebble, but you could see blood on it. It was a tooth, your baby’s tooth, resting in the palm of his hand. Tim grinned at you, showing you the gap in his smile.


Damian slunk forward, his head down, “I didn’t mean to hit him that hard. The tooth had to already be loose for it to come out so quickly” he mumbled

“You knocked out his tooth!”

Tim bounced up and down excitedly “I get to put in under my pillow, and the Tooth fairy will come tonight!!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Timothy …”

You cut Damian off with a sharp sound, “Not another word!” you sigh, “You aren’t in trouble Damian, I knew something like this would probably happen” you scoop Tim up, taking him to rinse out his mouth and you glance back at Damian, “But you are the one who has to tell Jason that you knocked out his sons tooth.”

Damian groaned, flopping onto the couch to pout.


Tim is 8 when you and Jason finally get married. Tim is Jason’s best man.

You are nervous, Jason had asked you to marry him a year ago, and now today is the day when it finally happens.

“You look gorgeous! There is no need to be nervous! Jason is going to cry when he sees you!” Stephanie Brown gushes. You had been introduced to her, Barbra and Cassandra two years ago, and you had all become fast friends. You didn’t have any living family members, so they were the ones helping you get ready for your big day.

“You look lovely, stop fretting. I have all of the best security here, there is no way anyone will ruin today” Babs said, adjusting her dress, making it pool beautifully in her chair.

“Brother will be greatly pleased” Cass murmured, she gently touched one ringlet of your hair, “Pretty bride”

“Thank you guys” You can already feel the tears begin to gather in your eyes. “I’m so glad that you guys get to help me today”

“I wouldn’t miss today for the world!” Steph cried.

“None of us would. Now it is time for us to walk down the aisle. Is everyone ready?”

“Ready, yes” Cass agreed.

Barbra was the first to go down the aisle, then Cass, lastly Steph. Then the wedding march sounded, and it was your turn. You took Bruce’s arm and the two of you began to walk. Since your father was dead, Bruce had agreed to walk you down the aisle. The first thing that you saw when you began to walk was Jason, waiting for you at the alter. Next to him stood Tim. Instead of Tim being the ring bearer, like most kids his age, he was Jason’s best man.

The ceremony is beautiful, everything goes according to plan, Tim hands Jason the rings, taking his duty as best man very seriously.

Tim is ecstatic when you and Jason finally kiss and you are officially him mother. Tim jumps up and down in excitement. Jason scoops him up and you both kiss on of his cheeks to the sound of the crown clapping and a camera going off. That picture was every ones favorite. It was blown up and put in the manor, and Jason put a copy of it in his wallet.

(Similar to the one below. But it would be during a wedding)


Tim’s first crush. Tim is 12.

The first time Tim came to you about a girl was when he was 14. He was too nervous to go to his father and he wanted advice on how to win her heart.

“What’s her name, sweetheart?”

“Her name is Danielle, but everyone calls her Danny” Tim blushed, “She kissed my cheek today”

You gasp, “Oh Timmy!! It sounds like you have yourself an admirer!!”


“Don’t you mom me. You do! Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, why don’t we go out to the store and get some chocolate and flowers for your girl”

Tim smiled shyly, “I would really like that, mama”

“Oh so now I’m mama! I’m only ever mama unless you want something!”

You give Tim a kiss on the cheek, “Come on, let’s go win Danny’s heart!”


Tim getting married. Tim is 24.

It was Tim’s wedding day. He was marrying a girl that he had men when he was in college. They had been together for almost three years, and had been friends for two years before that. You were helping Jasmine get ready to walk down the aisle.

“Y/N do I look alright?”

“You look beautiful, love! Tim isn’t going to have any breath left in him when he sees you”

She smiles. Her own mother and sister add the finishing touches to her hair and makeup. “Thank you” Jasmine whispers.

“It’s time for the bridesmaids to walk down the aisle. And for me to take my seat! I will see you at the alter!”

You quickly leave the room and walk to sit beside Jason. Both of you had gone a bit grey throughout the years. You were both getting older. Jason had salt and pepper hair, and shallow crow’s feet, gently laugh lines. You were much the same, your hair with an almost sliver shine to it.

“Smile, Timmy, no need to look so serious” you whisper. Tim glances at you out of the corner of his eye, and grins.

“Our boy looks damn good in his tux” Jason murmurs, taking your hand.

“That he does, love. I’m gonna cry and Jasmine hasn’t even walked down the aisle yet”

“Don’t cry mama, if you cry then dad is gonna cry, and then Jaz will cry, and then I will cry. Everyone’s makeup will be ruined. It’s a happy day. You aren’t losing me, we are gaining a family member”

You nod and turn when you hear the wedding march. Today your son gains a wife, today you gain a daughter-in-law, today is a happy day.

The Song Remains the Same: A Well Timed Recap


Dean’s mom is a babe. He apparently (but not really) still feels this way: @tinkdw awesome analysis of 12x18.


Dean’s enjoying a nice dream with a dark haired, blued eyed fantasy when Anna busts up the fun times. Awkward. Anna rats out Cas ratting her out, and tells Dean to meet her at an abandoned warehouse.

Instead of meeting the Winchesters, Anna finds Cas.

Cas doesn’t trust Anna’s release from Heaven’s prison, and regrets his previous actions. He questions her actions. She cuts right to the chase: “Sam Winchester has to die.” Okay then.

Cas will not help Anna. He will not kill a friend. Anna vanishes. Cut to two kids lighting up and making out in a Trans Am, and Anna suddenly appearing and falling on the hood.

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Unidentified Falling Object

Supercat Week Day 8: Creator’s Choice

Kara and Cat are the same age and meet for the first time while they are both still in high school.


The first time Cat Grant met an alien she was 15 years old. Of course, by that age she was knowledgeable enough to realize that the girl wasn’t actually an alien, that would have been absurd, but in the years to come that was how she came to think of the encounter, as a sort of extraterrestrial experience.

It had started with a cry, or rather, it had started with Cat getting ‘lost’ (accidently-on-purpose) during her class trip to National City, but everything up until the point where the girl had fallen from the sky had been going according to plan, and so she had decided that the earlier events didn’t really count. Cat had slipped away from her group several hours before, typical posh high school girls giggling over the latest and greatest boy band, and fighting over whose daddy was planning the most extravagant sweet 16 birthday party, instead preferring to spend her time in this city mapping out the best locations for the media empire she knew she would someday build. And yes, maybe it was a bit premature, cities changed rapidly and who knew how much, if any, of the information gathered here today would still be relevant in 10 years, but Cat had wanted to do this anyway, if for no other reason than to push herself forward and remind herself of what would be waiting once she was out from under her mother’s thumb.

She was just sitting down for a moment, taking a break from the day’s heat and excursion under the shade of a large tree in one of the small parks, when a startled yelp caught her attention. Looking up, Cat’s eyes were flooded with brilliant colors tumbling in a blur towards her, and her mind didn’t have time to piece them together as an actual person until the motion came to an abrupt halt, the colors coalescing into the shape of a blond girl in ridiculously mismatched clothes.

“Alien,” flashed through Cat’s mind, shortly followed by “UFO,” because seriously, what human has ever thought that a blue and yellow checkered shirt and red polka-dotted skirt could ever be considered clothes, let alone fashion? And that was even without taking into account the delivery method that had placed this girl in her lap. Because that was where the girl was, in her lap.

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tsuki-no-miyako  asked:

Hi there Snicket Sleuth! I was wondering if Olaf's plan in the Bad Beginning had come to fruition (marry violet, acquire the fortune) what would have had happened to the Baudelaires? I personally believe, he would have acquired the fortune and then proceeded to kill all three Baudelaires and flee the country/hide somewhere remote.

Hi there, @tsuki-no-miyako!

To be fair, “The Marvellous Marriage” seems to be an afterthought. Olaf only started plotting to marry Violet once it became clear neither Arthur Poe nor the Baudelaire orphans were willing to hand him over the fortune.

That being said, yes, the bald man states he very much planned to kill all three Baudelaire siblings:

“Don’t think you’re so safe,” the bald man whispered to Klaus. “Count Olaf will take care of you and your sisters later. He doesn’t want to do it in front of all these people.” He did not have to explain to Klaus what he meant by the phrase “take care of.”
[The Bad Beginning, Chapter Thirteen]

Although Olaf never states that himself. On the contrary, he affirms that he wanted to “toy” with them afterwards:

“Of course, of course,” Mr. Poe said, patting himon the back. “Well, Polly and I had better take our seats. Break a leg, Baudelaires!” “I wish we could break a leg,” Klaus whispered to Violet, and Mr. Poe left. “You will, soon enough,” Count Olaf said, pushing the two children toward the stage.
[The Bad Beginning, Chapter Twelve]

“It was child’s play, winning this fortune. Now, if all of you will excuse me, my bride and I need to go home for our wedding night.”
[The Bad Beginning, Chapter Thirteen]

Everything has gone according to plan. Please remove Sunny fromher cage and bring her directly to the theater. Klaus and Sunny have some chores to do before they go to bed.” Count Olaf gave Klaus a sharp look. “Are you satisfied now?” he asked. “Yes,” Klaus said quietly. He wasn’t satisfied at all, of course, but at least his baby sister was no longer dangling froma tower.
[The Bad Beginning, Chapter Thirteen]

So would he have eventually killed them? That’s a matter for discussion because in later books Olaf is trying to gain custody of the Baudelaire orphans even though guardians can’t legally inherit the Baudelaire fortune. The most likely answer is that he wants to become their legal guardian to abuse them and harass them until Violet finally gives up and offers him the fortune out of her own accord, once she turns eighteen.

We also have to remember that Olaf belongs to the “villainous” side of V.F.D., which routinely kidnaps children for their own usage. Why murder the Baudelaire oprhans when you can slowly brainwash them into becoming your little minions? It’s pretty telling that Olaf’s troupe includes two ophans who lost their family because of the Schism (the white-powdered women) and the child of one his enemies (Fernald). This may have been the original plan, come to think of it.

“I don’t understand,” Violet said. “Why weren’t we taken, like you?”
“You were,” Dewey said. “You were taken into the custody of Count Olaf. And he tried to keep you in his custody, no matter how many noble people intervened.”

[The Penultimate Peril, Chapter Eight]

In “The Slippery Slope”, Esme and Olaf say they plan on stealing the Spats fortune then adopt Carmelita. It’s pretty obvious Esme’s affection is partly self-serving: she’s brainwashing Carmelita and grooming her as a minion-in-training. I think that’s what Duncan was talking about in this passage:

“I know,” Duncan said. “Gunther wants to smuggle us out of the city, and hide us away on some island where the police won’t find us. He’ll keep us on the island until we come of age and he can steal the Quagmire sapphires. Once he has our fortune, he says, he’ll take us and– ”
“Don’t say it,” Isadora cried, covering her ears. “He’s told us so many horrible things. I can’t stand to hear them again.”

[The Ersatz Elevator, Chapter Eight]

For some reason, Olaf’s plan to steal the fortunes requires the children to become financially responsible. Which seems weird at first glance because he looses any sort of power over them once they become adults. But this plan makes sense if Olaf plans on brainwashing them though abuse and cult-like methods. By the time they’re eighteen, they’ll be fully devoted to Olaf or too broken not to hand him over their fortune.

The Waste of A Wish | Chapter 8

Are You Still Not Affected? 

FUMIE is already getting dizzy with all the turns they are doing. What’s with this unusually big house anyway? They’ve been meeting maids who are busy keeping the house clean. They greet Fuyu as if they are very accustomed to him. The guy would politely greet them back.

“Togawa-san should’ve just asked one her maids to fetch the snacks.” Fumie immediately shook her head after that thought entered her head. They set this up so she could have her alone time with Fuyu. She has to convince him about treating Natsu back to being his younger brother.

Yes, they set it up and it is going according to plan but she still hasn’t uttered a single word since they left the arcade room. The guy was the same. He hasn’t spoken to her yet. She has to immediately do something or else everything will fail because of her.

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That’s why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go … according to plan!

(or when Jyushimatsu happily proposes and Homura happily accepts and everyone is confused af) Another Corpse Bride AU doodle for the night

Imagine Partying With Pietro

Originally posted by better-than-words1

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: some language

Word Count: 2,218

Summary: It’s Tony’s birthday and the reader decides to have some fun.

A/N: this was a request for a song fic based on Cake by the Ocean with a female reader and Pietro pairing. Hope you enjoy!

Tony Stark. World renown party boy. When it came to celebration, he was the man to go to. Nothing about his ‘get together’s’ were ever small. Loud and proud was his motto. With his birthday approaching he became increasingly anxious. Everything needed to be perfect. According to him at least.

“No, you heard me correctly– Yes… the one with the 300 bottles of champagne, or whatever it is–that’s how much? …Right ok, not a problem. Charge that to Mr. Stark–Yes.”

Tony had been pacing around the tower all day making sure all of his party plans were coming together. Hiring bartenders, providing the alcohol, dancers, Djs, the whole nine yards.

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whumpified  asked:

What are your top five whump tropes?

Ooooh - FUN! Here we go: Countdown mode!!! We’ll start at #5 and move through them until we get to #1 - my top fave :D I’ll be illustrating these with Killian Jones GIFs where appropriate, and with GIFs of scenes from other shows where there isn’t a Hook scene (YET… I’m hoping!).

5. Buried Alive and Rescued
This one is a tricky one, because whenever this trope shows up in mainstream media, it’s usually done in a dissatisfying way. Either they don’t show us the buried person at all or it leads to death (or both). It’s no fun if we can’t see the buried person freaking out about it, and while I still enjoy all of the trauma and distress and suffering that leads up to the death… Well, death is taking whump a bit too far, guys. Let’s scale it back a little ;) But when we’re given a beautifully done scenario, where we get to see the whumpee’s panic and eventual breakdown, as well as a great rescue, it’s truly magical. CSI’s two part “Grave Danger” season finale will forever live in my memory as one of the best whump scenarios ever broadcast on television, because it perfectly covered those two bases - as well as giving the whumpee avenues of communication with his friends and colleagues, who could only helplessly witness his torment.

4. Bondage
I doubt anyone who follows my blog is surprised to see this on the list - although they might be surprised to see it in the fourth spot instead of in the top one. However, it makes sense when one considers that most of the tropes that ranked above it usually include some form of bondage as well. Fortunately for me, bondage in mainstream shows is pretty common, which is excellent. Unfortunately for me, bondage in mainstream media is usually done sloppily and leaves me more interested in critiquing the lame ass attempts more than just simply enjoying them. But come on. One or two loops of rope wound around a guy and the back of the chair he’s sitting on isn’t going to hold him. You can’t honestly expect me to believe the bound guy never realized he could just slide the ropes up the chair’s back until they pop off of it - especially if his arms/hands aren’t even secured.

3. The Unnecessarily Slow-Moving Dipping Mechanism
Peril!!! The ultimate peril!!! Impending death and destruction!!! Inevitable badness!!! All that and so much more!!! …I mean, you know, assuming everything goes according to plan without the bad guy being present to actually witness the demise… This trope was so brilliantly skewered in Austin Powers that I can’t help but quote that film here (and yes, that’s where the name for the trope comes from, as well ;)). “Wait, aren’t you even going to watch them? They could get away!” “No no no, I’m going to leave them alone and not actually witness them dying. I’m just gonna assume it all went to plan.” I love this trope, because it perfectly sets things up for my #1 favorite trope.

2. Tortured in Front of Loved Ones
This is like a rare treasure, but I love it sooooo much. The whumpee tries to be brave, to take it all in stride, so they won’t lose face or cause their loved ones further worry. Oh, but it’s so hard and they can only take so much… And their loved ones beg and plead for mercy that never comes and you can just feel their burning need to go to the whumpee’s aid, to save him and help him and comfort him and… It’s all just so delicious and I need it in my life SO much more than we’re given it. And I NEED this on Once Upon a Time. I NEED Killian to be tortured in front of Emma… or even vice versa. And I need it, like, yesterday.

1. The Dashing Rescue
I can’t help it!!! I love dashing rescues. I love it when the rescue comes just in the nick of time, saving the whumpee from total physical/emotional destruction. I love it when the rescuer throws their usual calm/patient/moral demeanor out the window and just comes roaring in, guns and temper blazing, killing anyone who gets between them and the whumpee. I love the vulnerable and completely laid bare look of relief and adoration and disbelief when the whumpee sees their rescuer has finally come for them. I love the tears, the hugs, the clinging, the weak grabby hands, the “please don’t leave me”s and the hand holding. I love all of it. Absolutely all of it. I live for it. YAS.

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