#Is this a double date oooor???

[zappedbyzabka]

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[bluesmason]

Imagine you and mason are on a double date with one of his friends and his gf. You’re in a cafe or sth and he knows exactly what you want so he’d order the right things for you without having to ask.

Oooor the other way around. Like you know exactly how he likes his coffee or whatever snack it is and you order it without a second thought

STOP that would be so cute just knowing eachothers orders by heart 🥹

[80sidecharacters]

Online Dating For Superheroes

Σημείωμα: το rewrite είναι πλέον γεγονός! Πάρτε ένα κείμενο γραμμένο από την @adastreia-12, γραμμένο στα πλαίσια του the October Project. Η σεξουαλικότητα της Ρούμπι, το νέο επίθετο του Άλεξ, αναφορές στις γνωστές κριντζιές από το παλιό καλό Secret Identity, νέοι χαρακτήρες αλλά και σε ανανεωμένη μορφή οι παλιοί (όσοι δεν διαγράφηκαν τουλάχιστον), όλα είναι εδώ σε ένα sneak peek για το πως περίπου θα είναι το rewrite. 

Prompt: This is the third time you have seduced a villain in this month!

“This is the third criminal you’ve seduced this month.”  Aaron looks at the photo on her phone, holding it up at an arm’s length, and looks back at the unmasked villain behind the double paned glass. His eyebrows are furrowed and he keeps opening and closing his mouth as if he wants to say something but can’t find the right words. Ruby can’t quite believe this either. 

“In my defense, she was cute. And! I didn’t know!” Ruby says, in an attempt to escape the embarrassment. Her cheeks are bright red again and she can’t avoid the heat no matter how hard she tries. 

Aaron’s eyes dart between the Tinder profile picture and the woman sitting in the interrogation chair, wrists bound to the table with handcuffs, looking intimidatingly at the glass. He purses his lips a bit and starts again. 

“Maybe it’s a hacked version for criminals? I mean, they gotta date, right?” 

Ruby shoots him a look, eyebrows raised. Aaron looks at her and throws his hands into the air. “You don’t know! There must be one criminal hacker out there who was getting the lonesies and decided to make something like that.” 

Ruby snatches the phone from his hand and shoves it back in his face. “Does this,” she hisses, pointing a manicured finger at the goofy picture of Sam struggling with holding down a huge fish, red hair in a wet mess, “Look like the stuff of a criminal dating app?” 

Aaron offers a crooked smile and half a shrug. “Maybe she was  trying to show off a softer side?” 

She whines, and folds into herself, covering her face with her palm. Aaron pats her back comfortingly. 

“It’s okay,” he says matter-of-factly, “It can happen to the best of us.” 

“Maybe it can happen to you, but even you couldn’t do this three times in a month,” she sighs miserably.

The beat up couch behind them almost swallows her when she plops down on it and stares up at the ceiling blankly, her legs sprawled in an awkward angle. 

“Maybe I’m just not meant to date.”

Aaron sits gingerly next to her, folding his legs under him as he does. 

“Oooor, maybe you already have someone you should be going after closer than you think they are, if you catch my drift.”

She did catch his drift. She isn’t particularly excited about the drift though. 

She snaps her head back toward him and raises a very accusing index finger, almost bumping his nose with it. 

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

“But-”

“No, no. Say it with me. Alex Delikaris isn’t a dating option for Ruby. Say it.”

“But he is a dating option for Ruby! Come on, bro, the dude is completely whipped for you and you’re literally the only person who doesn’t see it.” 

She sputtered for a bit, struggling to voice her objection, which was quite intense, thank you very much. Alex? Her roommate? Sure, he could be sweet, but he is also annoying and a bit of a dick. So what if he just spontaneously got her flowers the other day for no reason whatsoever, hedidn’tlikehershutup.

“He’s not… compatible with me? It’s just- I don’t know, we don’t fit together that way,” she says, shrugging and shrinking away from Aaron’s judgemental look. Unfortunately, it is inescapable. 

“You’re like an old married couple already,” he deadpans. Ruby’s cheeks flare. 

“Exactly,” she tries desperately, “Incompatible.”

Aaron snorts, and shifts to rest his head on her shoulder. “Well, that’s a grim view of marriage.” 

Ruby gives a half-smile and rests her head on top of his. “Why risk it then, hm?” she asks quietly with a weak shrug. 

A loud crack has them both jumping on their feet in alert, only to look at the door, yanked violently open, with Dwayne looking at them with an amused smirk on their lips. 

“Did it happen again?”  they ask in the conspiratorial hush of a child passing gossip in the courtyard. Ruby groans as she jabs her palms in her eye sockets and falls back on the couch unceremoniously. She can hear the smile in Aaron’s voice when he says: “Mhm, she strikes again.” 

Dwayne bursts into roaring laughter, booming down the hallway, and Ruby hopes the rest of the response team isn’t close by to get drawn in by it, like moths to the flame. 

“How!” Dwayne manages to wheeze out between giggles, “Do you keep doing that!” 

Ruby makes some incomprehensible sounds and wallows deeper in her embarrassment. Aaron chuckles softly before nudging her, and she lowers her palms from her eyes. She gives him a big pout. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“You’re right,” Dwayne says, no longer shaking with laughter, wiping a tear from their eye, “It’s absolutely hilarious.” 

“You guys suck,” Ruby pouts even harder, just to guilt them both a bit. It doesn’t seem to work particularly well, as Aaron nudges her again and extends a hand to lift her up from the couch. She takes it, avoiding his eyes. 

Once she’s up,  Aaron slings an arm over her shoulders, their height difference now extremely palpable, and drags her along.

“Come on, Villain Fucker, let’s get you home to your true love,” he says, and they walk out of the room, Sam and her fiery hair long gone as well, walking with Dwayne down the hall towards the changing rooms where the rest of their team waited.

“Alex isn’t my true love,” she grumbles under her breath as she walks with her friends, cringing inside as they announce her later escapades to the rest of them. 

Only, later, the closer she gets back to the apartment she shares with Alex, the more she fixates on him and what Aaron told her. Her true love. He wasn’t that, that’s for sure. But he had been there. He had stuck around when Kazen died, helped her forget the pain for a little bit. He had taken her out for drinks, and he’s shared his jacket with her, and he’d gotten her flowers unprompted. 

But he was also rude. Rude, and brash, and blunt and with a complete disregard for her house rules. He left his cup of coffee on random places and it stained, and he refused to wear a stupid shirt. He called her Beetroot and he kept using Greek idioms she never understood in English but wouldn’t explain them to her until she Googled them. He isn’t her true love. But he’s something. Something way more than her online dates ever got to be.

“I’m home,” she calls into the apartment as she takes her boots off, her keys jiggling against the key plate. It doesn't take long for Alex to materialize out of the kitchen.

“Out for another late night escapade, were we?” he asks with a wink, leaning against the wall right next to Ruby, his eyes following her movements as she takes off her coat. 

“Oh ha, ha, you’re hilarious.”

“How did the date go, Beetroot?” he asks, and starts following after her as she heads towards the kitchen. She finds a cup containing a steaming hot brown liquid on the counter. 

“Let’s just say I won’t be seeing Sam anymore. She was too shady.” An understatement. She looks back at him, and points at the cuppa. “That for me?”

Alex nods. “Strawberry hot chocolate.” Her favorite. Ruby can’t fight a content smile. Her feet are weary and her heart is tired of the embarrassment. A cup of hot cocoa is exactly what she needs. She grabs it and goes to the living room, melting into their worn couch with a sigh. Soon, she feels the cushion dip under Alex’s weight next to her. 

“So what didn’t work with her?Be honest, did you just run after them like a Greek grandma telling them to wear a jacket too much? I allow it, but it’s not everyone’s thing, you know,” he says teasingly. Ruby winces. Somehow, she feels like ‘She was a mutant criminal that me and my team of mutant superheroes busted on tonight’s patrol and it was kind of a dealbreaker’ wouldn’t be something she could share with Alex. Instead, she deflects.

“Oh, so it’s your thing?” Okay, perhaps she deflected to the wrong thing, she thinks and her cheeks burn up again.

Alex smirks and tilts his head to the side, somehow failing to look cute while doing so, but rather intimidating. Dangerous. 

“Maybe it is,” he says, and it’s barely above a whisper, breathless and tantalizing. She’s tempted to lean in as he does, just to test it. Just to see if maybe Aaron was on to something. 

She thinks of the hot chocolate burning her palms, and of his lips, smelling of the coffee he drinks so much. Would she like it if she tasted the caffeine on them? Damn Aaron and his insistence. If he hadn’t mentioned Alex again, this wouldn’t be happening right now.

“Ruby?” she hears Alex’s voice call her as if piercing a glass barrier. It’s soft, and unguarded, devoid of his usual facades. It brings a smile to her lips. She hesitates for a moment, but her Tinder DMs come to mind. She’s gone out with three criminals this month. Her life choices haven’t been optimal. She doesn’t have much to lose, if Aaron is right. At the very least, Alex isn’t another criminal. Might as well make a point to her friends, whatever that point may be. What could go wrong?

[skamtrash]

Sooooo, is the double date thing gonna be a thing then? Is David gonna go out with Leonie? Oooor, is it gonna be more of a friends thing between them? I dunno, I just, don't see David stringing her along like that.

[sohelish]

I guess I’ve figured something out story-wise for the trek verse...

I sorta have been asking myself this question: does Hel really just work for the Doonnarh (those aliens who are time-travelling to either combine resources or steal them from their own counterparts from other timelines) or does her contact with the Federation remain? because I entertained the thought that Hel is actually a double-agent and is trying to prepare ground for them join the Federation and play by the rules (aka stop their time-travelling nonsense)

then I was like: that's too much, eh? but recently I remembered that maybe it's not. there's this game, swtor, it's star wa.rs based mmo. it's from the olde lore days before disn.ey took over. there's this magnificent secret agent storyline...

it was a rather grand plot-line, exactly about a singular secret agent getting gradually mixed up in larger politics. if they could make something complex like that work, maybe so can I? it’s one of the best-written of them all to date. could actually allow me the necessary ambiguity.

is Hel loyal to the Federation? or does she support the Doonnarh and their weird time travel experiments? what if she learns enough pros and cons to be able to choose/rationalise either in the end, the end being whatever I feel like rping ( aka the ending choice I make rpg-style ) ?? she was specifically in the grey area, and in the grey area she may remain... oooor support a side.

[rwby-prsm]

“...Oh, he’s cute~.”

“Remember, Puck, we’re only here for business. Don’t go getting attached to anyone.”

“Relaaaax, Koko. You know I’m not one to commit. Ooh, what about a double-date~? You can apply for Andras-”

“...”

“Oooor not. That’s fine, too.”

[a-jynx]

I’ll Take The Bullet - DeanXReader

WQuick A/N: First time ever writing an imagine, and on Tumblr- hopefully it’s not all too bad.. Idk, if I might write a series on here oooor not- we shall see!

 See you later, slices of pie! Hope you like this, and it’s not total trash! 

Requested- Nope 

Writing- Dean Winchester and Y/N have been friends since forever, and now, after all these years- Dean’s ready to bite the bullet.. Or, so he thought... 

Warnings - None- well, besides heartbreak? idk 

Ever since Sam left for college, Dean and Y/N have spent a lot time together- this making the eldest Winchesters’ feelings grow by the thousands for the young women. And finally.. After, Sam returning and taking a little convincing from his younger brother- Dean was finally ready to confess his feelings.. 

Dean and I continued to walk down the cold and wet sidewalk as cars shot by us. I insisted that we walked to the small convenient store instead of taking Baby, nothing against her, it’s just- hey, I’m trying to keep in shape besides hunting- which I’ve been doing since forever. 

The night seemed to become darker as storming clouds seemed to roll over the small town, as we both looked up than back at each other. I sent a small smile towards my best friend as he sent me his famous smirk- the smirk that made me weak in the knees, honestly. 

“So- you and that douche finally broke?” Dean smirked, his plump lips giving me this strange feeling as they curled into a innocent grin. Merely arching my brow, I gave a small nod. 

“Yea- honestly, I’m happy we did.. I didn’t actually like him that much.” The corner of my mouth twitched into a small smile, as he nodded slowly. Taking a quick side glance, I noticed his lips pulled into some cocky grin as I rolled my eyes gently. I hated, yet loved this man- ever since we were little kids together, I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, slow but surely. 

“Why didn’t you like him?” Dean murmured, as he tried to snuggle his head deeper into his large leather coat, the make shift scarf around his throat. The small stubble on his chin still visible as I stuffed my small, freezing hands into my own coats’ pockets. 

“I don’t know.. I guess, my heart just wasn’t in the relationship, y’know?” I mumbled, yet I knew that the man didn’t have a clue what I meant- I’ve only known him to date, one girl, yet she broke it off a while back. 

“Mhmm-” Dean allowed some strange noise to exit his throat as we came to the store- the sidewalk illuminated with the soft glow from the lights inside- that’s when gunshots rang out, along with terrified screams. 

Why, of all days, did this have to happen the day neither of us were packing?! I mentally scolded myself, as I reached forward and grabbed onto Deans’ forearm when the glass doors shattered in front of us. A small yelp left my frosted lips, as a man stood there in the light, that’s when- 

“Hey!” 

My head snapped to the side, Dean had shouted at him and began to walk towards him- no, no, no! He’s trying to be a hero! I thought, quickly trying to pull him back when.. The sickening sound of three gunshots rang out. My lips parted wide, while my eyes were stapled open as I watched- as if in slow motion, Dean’s body brace the bullets, and crumple to the cement. 

The man suddenly began to run away- I went to move forward, but I couldn’t move as my eyes slowly trailed down to see a small puddle of blood settling underneath Dean.. Yet, he was still breathing. 

It was.. It was never suppose to happen like this.. At least not this way, not where I was left alone in this.. Sadistic world.. 

“Dean!” I cried out, as I dropped to my knees, crawling towards his fallen figure as I felt my light eyes become dark while staring at his contorted face. 

His body I crouched over and watched the light fade, ever so slowly from his beautiful evergreen eyes.. His thick crimson syrup covering, and coating my small hands.. His lips still gently parted and loosing their warmth as I choked on my suffocated coughs- tears dripping down my bright, reddened cheeks as I screamed up towards the night sky, the gentle rain peppering my crumpled body as I held his body in my aching arms.

I’ll always remember.. I’ll always remember everything.. What happened, how it happened, when it happened.. And.. And how he looked after it happened.. 

“Y..Y’know, I always I would t..take a bullet, or two.. Or three, f..for you..” He chuckled,as his chest shuddered while I pressed my small, shivering hands against his chest- trying to stop the pulsing blood flow, yet it did nothing. 

My lips became wet with my continuously flowing tears as I tried to hid the pain growing in my eyes, my body, and of course- my heart. I crawled towards him as I moved his head from the cold, glistening with fresh rain cement as he gasped for breath- merely coughing and wheezing as he tried to speak. My sobs echoed throughout the street, bystanders do nothing but watch and listen as the sound of sirens in the far distant tried to drown everything out.

Looking back down, I noticed how his eyelids began to flutter shut- I quickly choked out, "no, no, no, no! Don't you dare close your eyes on me!" His pale, yet still plump lips curled into a small grin as his shaking voice whispered, "and I always knew you wouldn't take one for me.." 

"Because, you would never let me! We swore to keep each other safe, you asshole!" I cried more, my lips trying their hardest to not break the small smile I held as I stroked his slightly roughly stubble cheek and chin. 

"It's okay... I'll always take the bullet.." 

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These were my last moments with her.. My best friend.. The girl I fell head over heels for and, trust me, I fell hard. My bottom lip trembled as I tried to hold my famous grin. Slowly I took my shaking hand, rubbing it gently on her cold, wet yet soft cheek as I lurched forward- coughing up some blood as I tried my hardest to keep my eyelids open.. 

"L..Lean down.. P..Please.." I whispered, my breathing slow and shaky as she did. Her beautiful, light hazel eyes glittered with tears as a few slowly dripped onto my freezing flesh. Slowly- I began to feel my muscles relax- gradually reaching up, I placed my frozen blue lips on her warm, yet wet ones as my body fell back onto the cement and my head into her lap. 

"I.. I love you.." Was his last breath..

My god.. His last breath he confessed after all these years of us being friends.. I never saw those feelings until I watched his soul practically leave his body.. 

"D..Dean? Dean?! Dean! No! Please, don't d..do this to me!" I shouted as I leaned forward, his face hidden by my upper body from the rain as I leaned over his dead figure.

 It was never suppose to be like this.. It was suppose to be us against the world.. Together.. 

"I..I lo..love you, t..too..." I hiccuped as I gently brushed my shaking, and frozen hands across his dead face- his eye lids closing.

"I love you, too.." I whispered, as I pressed my forehead against his before feeling people begin to crowd us as the screaming sirens entered the area, along with loud murmurs as I closed my eyes tightly and kept doubled-over the man I should've confessed too..

 The man who I should've loved..  Now... He's gone. 

[armaniw95-blog]

Game: Until Dawn Developer: Supermassive Games Release Date: August 25, 2015

Hello one, hello all to another episode of My Personal Opinion. Like always, I will be giving my opinion on a game I just finished while it’s fresh on my mind. Episode 6…. Until Dawn!!! Being as honest as I can be I’m going to start this off by admitting that Until Dawn is my guilty pleasure game. Craft my own horror movie video game? Shiiiiit, should’ve made it sooner is the only complaint I have (that’s a lie). Seriously, that’s pretty much what this is and although in horror movies the characters make all the dumb choices that get them or their friends killed, in this you have all the power!!! “Oh you don’t like this character because ‘blah blah blah blah’, well….here’s chance one of fifty to kill specifically that person, have fun!" What instantly makes this game a must-play is how replayable it is. You can play the entire game and nobody dies. Oooor maybe everybody dies. You can destroy whole relationships or form better ones. On top of that, there’s like 4 sets of collectibles that if missed can still be retrieved in the ‘Episodes’ tab after completing the game….. I’m not going to lie, I double-dipped my foot to change a little here from there. Fuck you Emily, you two faced liar! (To give quick praise, the totems out of everything is the most fun to collect since it comes witha rewarding video to watch that gives the player insight on what happened prior to the events of the game.) Truly, the psychological tests portion was the most interesting part that kept me sucked in. I’m not quite sure if they really served any purpose buuuut I don’t give a shit. The psychologist guy was bizarre yet addictive to pay attention to as he made me take these weird ass tests. “Am I scared of spiders or rats? Neither, but if I had to choose between the two, I guess I’ll pick spiders. Spiders or gore!? Holy shit, why did it escalate so quick!? C-can I go home?” Sadly, just like horror movies in this age, it’s too fucking over reliant on jump scares. Look under the sink. Jumpscare! Throw rocks into bushes. Jumpscare! Are you serious!? I don’t get scared easily so when this happened and IT WILL HAPPEN A LOT, I was left either laughing or facepalming myself. Also, WHY AM I ALWAYS WALKING!!! There was more than a handful of situations where when I was in control of a character, I wanted to run because some crazy ass shit just happened and you know, it seems logical to run, but I couldn’t! I could only walk. In fact there’s a walk faster button!!! You playing me right!? I’m in a dire situation and there’s more than enough room everywhere, give me my freedom!!! Regardless of those small missteps I think Until Dawn is now the current king (or queen for maladies) of choice based story games, definitely with it being in the horror genre. I really hope more people get the chance to play this so we can converse over some crumpets or something.

Recommend? Yes

Grade: A