#The second answer was “plants documentaries” because i was still riding the high of a documentary on strangler figs

[shiawasekai]

This may be the proper time to remind people that I actually have to stop myself from exclusively choosing Druid or the closest thing available whenever I play stuff or I wouldn't play anything else.

[another-fantasy-world]

Hiiii! Can you write Alice Cullen x Fem reader in which Alice prepares her a birthday party and they give each other their first kiss? Something like that fluffy and cute. 😻🤧

||AN||: Most definitely! I'm so sorry this is so late. Online Classes are a bitch.

||AN2||: My first request and I'm already fucking it up. Damn.

||AN3||: Thank you Anon for sending in a request! Sorry this was so many days late, I hope you liked it! I really had fun writing this, It’s a nice break from the part 2 of strings!

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Pairing: Alice Cullen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just Alice being Alice, oh and the start of a cute mortal x vampy relationship

Warnings: ...Fluff, lots of them

Word Count: 1,752 words

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It was around 3 am on a Saturday morning when the local seer Alice Cullen got a vision she was not expecting,At all.

“Why didn’t she tell me?!” Alice shrieked

“Alice?” Jasper stared at Alice in light surprise. He was just reading when Alice suddenly shrieked

“Y/N’s Birthday! It’s today! She didn’t tell me!” Her body shook with excitement and giddiness

And as Jasper stared at his adoptive sister, All he could think about was: “Poor Y/N”

It was your birthday, yes, but you didn’t want anyone to know. Not because the day had some painful or sad memories, but because you were too socially awkward to tell people that it’s your birthday. And besides, you’ve made peace with the fact that most people in your life just forgets your birthday, to the point where you just felt like it was irrelevant and that your birthday did not exist.

But of course, Alice just can’t let that happen, She refused to. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Alice’s bell like voice echoed in your eardrums as you walked into Forks High

“Oh, Hi Alice. Uhm...Uh? Rainy Weather we’re having?” You stuttered.

I mean, How could you not? Sure you’ve been friends with the pixie and her family for quite a while now and that definitely didn’t help the way your heart just stops and just takes off, running into Alice’s Hands. 

Weather? Really Y/N? Out of all the shit you could have said? You spoke with yourself, forgetting about the resident mind reader.

Edward was about to scold Y/N when he was cut off by the bell, and when they looked toward’s Y/N’s direction, she vanished into the sea of hormonal mortal teenagers

“We’ll find her later.” Jasper reassures Alice

And as Jasper said, They did find you later. Humming to yourself while reading a book in the school library. If they weren’t vampires, they could’ve sworn they couldn’t find you. 

You felt eyes on you so you looked up and saw the Cullen siblings there, you smiled and waved them over.

“Hi. Thought you guys were at the Cafeteria?” You ask them, curious as to why they were here

“Were you avoiding us?” Rosalie whispered

Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie was rather fond of you. She never really admitted it but you knew. You just did.

“No, actually, I was just reading a book. I’m not hungry.” you shrugged

“How’d you guys find me anyways?” you asked but then you mentally facepalmed when you realized

“Right. I forgot, I’m sorry.” You sheepishly rubbed your neck

“It’s alright, we were just wondering if you wanna come over later? Esme’s trying this new recipe and she needs you and your sense of taste.” Alice lies.

Well, half-lies, Esme did cook a new recipe, just not for the reason you think.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to. Who am I riding with?” You ask, packing your things for you last period

“Alice.” They all answered together

“Well that’s not creepy at all.” You teased them before parting ways to go to your last class

Minutes went by fast and soon you found yourself sitting in Alice’s bright yellow car, sweating and nervous. You kept glancing on Alice’s hand that’s resting on the shift lever which caused her to roll her eyes. She grabs your hand, and placed it on the shift lever with her hand on top of yours so she could hold your hand and drive at the same time.

Your eyes widened for a second then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“U-Uhm” 

“We’re here!” She giggles making you look up and lo and behold, the Cullen house.

“Why are all your lights off?” You ask as Alice intertwines your fingers. 

You noticed how she was barely containing her excitement since she’s shaking and also fidgets alot.

“We decided to let the sun illuminate our home” She grinned at you

“For a vampire, you suck at lying.” You teased her

“That’s not true! Maybe you just know me better than anyone else.” She winked at you

Was she flirting? She was flirting with you? No, that can’t be right? That’s just how Alice is to everyone. Right?

You were about to ask her about it but your thoughts we’re interrupted when a loud pop echoed throughout the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone in the Cullen Household, including Bella, screams at your face as Emmett releases the Confetti Popper

Your face held visible confusion, How did they know? You made sure not to think about it since you knew about Edward’s abilities. They smirked at your visible confusion and Alice liked it so much she decided to take a picture.

You just nodded and tried to enjoy your birthday. Well, as much as you can with Alice out of your sight. 

“For documentary purposes” She states while grinning and let her adoptive family whisk you away from her.

“If you’re wondering how we know, Alice had a vision of you celebrating you birthday pathetically with only bread and pancakes, so we decided to throw you a party.” Rosalie states as she poured you a glass of grape juice since Esme disliked the thought of you drinking alcohol.

You did admit it to yourself, just a couple months ago, that you indeed have a crush on the pixie-haired vampire. You liked everything about her, her smile, her bell-like voice, her cold comforting embrace, the way she knocks on your door when you miss school, the way she texts you asking if you wanna go shopping with her. Basically, you are completely smitten. And the thought of Alice is enough to make you smile.

But of course, like any other teenager, you decided to just keep your crush in and never think about it again. 

“Y/N, It’s gift time~” Alice suddenly appeared by your side, linking her arm to yours before dragging you away, with Rosalie following you two, barely keeping her smile in.

She pushes you to sit on the couch before shoving gifts into your arms

You cast her a concerned look as you squeezed her hand, knowing she’s having one of her visions.

“That one’s from Bella and Edward!” She says pointing at the medium sized gift.

“This one’s from Rosalie and Emme...” She drifts off, a blank look in her eyes. 

Jasper was the one who continued introducing the gifts to you as he helped you open them, since one of your hands are still intertwined with Alice’s cold fingers as she continued to stare into space.

“Is she okay? Her visions never stretch on this long.” You ask, noticing that 5 minutes have passed.

“She’s fine. I would say she’s enjoying herself.” Edward husks out, a smug smirk settling on his lips

“It’s not fair! How come you could see what she sees! I wanna be a mind reader too!” Emmett whines just as Edward widens his eyes and furiously shakes his head

“I did not need to see that.” He shivered, planting a kiss on Bella’s forehead before speeding off

“What happened?” You asked to no one in particular

“Maybe he saw something he didn’t want to see. He does that to get out of range.” Carlisle explains while he hands you his and Esme’s gift.

“What did you see anyways?” Emmett asked his sister, who’s now staring at you

“You don’t wanna know...” She grinned at Emmett

“...Now come along Y/N. I have to give you my gift.” She pulls your hand as she leads you outside

“Where are we going?” You ask her

“We’re taking a little walk into the woods.” She softly smiles at you and grips you hand

The two of you walked silently, just enjoying and basking in each other’s presence. It looked like Alice was enjoying herself, letting herself go as small rays of sun hit her diamond like skin. You stared at her, willing yourself to look away, but you just can’t. She looks ethereal, the way her golden eyes shine or the way her skin glows or maybe it’s just the way she’s talking to you. Yeah, she’s talking to you and you were barely listening.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You zoned out there.” She waved her free hand infront of your face. 

“You’re beautiful.” You suddenly blurt out. Your eyes widen when your brain finally caught up

“I mean- it’s not like that! Well I do mean it. I mean- You look beautiful like this- I-” You rambled on but stopped when you heard her laugh

“It’s okay, Y/N. Really.” She giggled

“You’re beautiful too.” She smiles before pulling you down to sit beside her under a tree.

You laid your head against hear shoulder, staring at the nest of birds chirping happily.

“I can’t take anymore of this.” She suddenly blurts out, then turns to face you. Her face inches before yours.

“Can I give you your gift?” She whispers

“What?” You whispered back, stunned at how close she is. 

She giggles at you flustered state before cradling your burning face in her cold hands. 

“May I kiss you?” She finally asks, gold eyes meeting yours

“Yeah.” You nodded, in a daze.

Slowly you both leaned in and you were freaking out inside. Was this really happening? Is your crush really about to kiss you? What did you do to deserve an angel?

But all of your worries were silenced when soft, cold lips touched yours in a gentle, surreal way. Leaving your body buzzing with happiness as your heart clenched. Minutes felt like hours, and soon you had to pull away because sadly, humans need air. You stare at Alice’s golden orbs and admired how the stars seemed to swim inside her eyes, or maybe it was just her looking at you in awe. 

I think it’s safe to say that this, was the best birthday gift you could ever have. Even though you had so many amazing gifts like Edward’s Old Classic Book that he wanted you to have, or Rosalie’s Necklace, not even Emmett’s Car Keys. (He restored a car for you) None of them could ever compare to Alice.

The two of you were too busy admiring each other that you don’t notice Emmett handing Edward and Jasper 50 bucks, since he bet on you making the first move and not the other way around, making him whine and pout.

And then suddenly, your birthday seemed really special, to you and your little family. And you just knew, that you’d be this happy for many, many, many years to come. 

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Not All Black and White

Part 2

For @impala-dreamer and @wi-deangirl77‘s separate challenges. The title challenge and the fave spn ep challenge. Here’s the link for part 1. Here’s the link for Downton Abbey info.

Word Count: 2322 Warnings: canon = angst, a little fluff, mostly unbeta’d A/N: This is the part with A LOT of canon. I hope you like it. It was fun watching the ep and furiously typing out the script! P.S this was beta’d in it’s first draft by @whispersandwhiskerburn If you like it, please reblog and leave a comment or a gif, they make our world go round!

"Where's YN?" Dean asked, looking up from the trickster's body. The Winchester brother’s were back in the warehouse after driving a stake through the Trickster’s back. "Broheims!" YN called from the other end of the factory, barrelling towards her brothers, leaping into Dean's arms. “Broheims?” Dean mouthed at Sam over her shoulder, the middle Winchester shrugging. "What the hell was that?" She asked, pushing out of Dean's embrace and straight into Sam's. "The trickster threw us into TV land." Dean explained, Sam gestured to the body when YN let him go. "I guess he wasn't expecting it to turn into a crime documentary." YN snorted at her own joke, punching Sam's arm when he gave Dean an odd look.

Both Upstairs and Downstairs were all abuzz with today’s activities. A female shooter amongst the men! There was a quiet knock at the door as YN pulled on her boots. “Come in.” She called out, looking up when the door cracked open. “I’m decent.” She said with a chuckle. After being here a month, she’d had one male visitor… well one that respected privacy. The other visitor had been dragged by his tie into her room!

“Miss Winchester, I was wondering if you’d selected a gun yet?” A male’s voice came through the door. YN racked her brain, trying to the think of the name the voice belonged to. Once she’d zipped the second boot she stood and pulled the door open. Revealing Mister Mosley.

“I didn’t peg you as one for shooting, Mosley.” She said, smiling (to herself for remembering) and turning back into the room for the scarf Anna had left on the dresser. YN missed the look of shock on Mosley’s face for her knowing his name.

“I, umm, I-- Pardon me for asking, but I didn’t think you knew my name, Miss?” YN bit her bottom lip, back still turned to him. He had her, she hadn’t been introduced, hadn’t even seen him since she walked through the door. She composed her features and turned back to him. “I know you all, Mister Mosley, everything you do for us does not go unnoticed.”

"YN?" Dean asked, looking around the empty motel room after leaving the bathroom. "Sam?" He called, pulling his phone from his pocket, locking the room as he left. "Yeah, dude, where are you both? Call me." Dean ended the call as he planted himself in the Impala. "Dean?" Sam's voice came from the radio. "Sam? Where are you?" The older hunter looked around the cab of the Impala. "I dunno." Sam’s voice came again. "Oh god-- Where's YN?" Dean groaned as he put it together. "I guess we didn't kill the Trickster."

“It will shoot high, aim lower than your target.” Mosley reminded YN as he handed her his father’s shotgun. She gave him a small nod as she took the loaded rifle.

The hunter stood facing the butler a moment, closing her eyes and feeling the weight of the gun, understanding it. Something her father had once said reminded him of Mary, the only time John saw her hold a gun.

“If you’re rethinking your promise of showing us--” Branson began to tease from his line amongst the other men and their rifles. “Hush, you! I’ll have two down by the time you clip one.” YN called, winking at the butler before turning and lining up a shot at the top of the trees.

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“Congratulations to the woman who showed us all up!” Lord Grantham said, raising his glass with the rest. “Two birds before anyone else!” Lady Edith said, very excited for her friend. “Well, she did warn us.” Branson laughed.

YN was riding the high that everyone else seemed to be enjoying, not forgetting Mr. Mosley, giving him a smile and raising her glass to him. She was sure with the wide eyes from the other staff, he’d have a good story at dinner that night!

“Have you seen Jack?” YN asked Rose as the blonde approached. “Said he had a call? Something he had to deal with? But don’t worry about him, how will you ever marry a man when you’re busy showing them up?” Rose giggled, clinking her glass against YN’s. “Do you mind if I excuse myself?” YN asked, finishing her drink in one gulp, much to Rose’s astonishment. “What shall I say--” Rose began but the hunter interrupted with a shrug. “Make up a story... I’ll see you at the house!” YN kissed her friend’s cheek and headed out from under the tent, using the treeline to help her sneak away.

As the laughter and chatter from the group faded behind her, a soft crackling started in front of her. The trees faded and walls were visible, dark and dank lighting lit the ground, now covered in concrete and dust, not tree roots and leaves. YN spun around, looking for a way out.

"Well played boys." "Dean! Sam!" YN called, stumbling on the spot she appeared, not too far from them. "YNN!" Sam opened his arms to her, instead receiving a punch to his arm. "I knew something was off." Sam muttered, rubbing the sore spot. "YN, nice to see you, how was upstairs?" The Trickster asked, a smirk stretching his face. "Fuck off." YN spat, staring him down.

"Where'd you get the holy oil from?" He changed tack, the smirk gone. "Let's just say we pulled it outta Sam's ass!" Dean quipped, trying not to laugh. "Explain?" YN whispered, looking at her taller brother. "Where'd I screw up?" The trickster, stuck in a circle of holy fire, sounded disappointed in himself! "You didn't, nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam explained.

"Cas?" YN hushed at Dean, glancing around the factory as if the angel would just appear, Dean just ground his teeth before answering the trickster’s look of confusion.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel bit. "Well, call it personal experience, nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Although this hurt Dean’s youngest sibling, it suddenly made sense to YN, like a light switch being flicked in her head. "So which one are you, grumpy, sneezy, or douchey?" She was royally pissed, a temper like her father's that made both her brothers fear her.

"Gabriel, okay?" He said pointedly to the boys, softening a little as his eyes flickered to YN, trying to hold contact, "They call me Gabriel." "Gabriel, the archangel?" Sam said, drawing the Archangel's attention off YN. "Guilty!" He said with a broad smile. "Okay, Gabriel, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean said, arching an eyebrow. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you two screwed it up. Not you darling, never you." How Gabriel managed to flirt in this situation was beyond any of them.

"And what does Daddy have to say about that?" Dean bit out, almost growling at him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." The archangel answered cryptically. "Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked, interested. "Why? Do you blame him? His brothers are heavy weight douchebags." Dean prodded. "Shut your cakehole! You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them!" Gabriel was defensive, just like YN would've been, "But watching them turn on each other, tear at each other's throats, I couldn't bear it. Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again!" "Then help us stop it." Sam begged. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel sounded like he was explaining the obvious. "You wanna see the end of the world?" Dean bit. "I want it to be over. I have to sit back and watch my own brother's kill each other, thanks to you two. Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"Don't we all." YN muttered under her breath, slowly understanding what Gabriel was saying, receiving a pointed look from both her brothers, while Gabriel’s eyes flicked to her as if he’d found an ally. "It doesn't have to be like that, there has to be someway to pull the plug." Sam said in confusion. Gabriel laughed, "You do not know my family! What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner." YN's eyebrows raised, she knew a family like that!

"That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. This is about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other." The would-be trickster avoided YN's stare, a smirk rising on his face. YN knew exactly where this was going, she'd figured it out long ago listening to the angel's fight over both her brothers.

"You think you two would--" "Let's just go." YN interrupted. She wanted to keep this from them, she feared this would be the straw that broke this overloaded family's back. "No, I think it's about time they hear this." Gabriel yelled over the top of her. "You think you two would be able to relate." "What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking from YN to Gabriel. "You sorry sons of bitches! Why do you think you two are the vessels?"

"Please, let's just go." YN begged her brothers, pulling at their sleeves. Dean shook her off and Sam gave her a concerned look before reverting his attention back to the archangel. "Think about it." Gabriel began. YN shrunk back behind her brothers, physically smaller, her groan so quiet it could've been the old structure of the building.

"Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father." Dean's brow was creased as he listened intently. "And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan." The archangel looked between the Winchester's, a pang of guilt set in for YN, but he put it aside for now. "You were born to this boys. It's your destiny. It was always you."

Tears welled in YN's eyes and she wiped furiously at them.

"As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth, one brother has to kill the other." Gabriel finished. "What the hell are you saying?" Dean ground out. "Dean!" YN pleaded, going ignored like usual. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Cause from the moment Dad flicked on the lights around here, we knew it was gonna end with you. Always."

"No. That's not gonna happen." YN bit out, the flames danced in the reflection of her eyes. "I'm sorry, but it is." Gabriel almost sounded sorry, then he took a deep breath and corrected back to his cocky demeanor. "Guys, I wish this were a tv show; easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be."

There was a long silence as everyone seemed to let everything that had been said, sink in. Then finally, Dean spoke, stowing his feelings towards his learned fate and putting the 'older brother' hat back on.

"First of all, you're going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." He demanded, and after a few threatening words, Gabriel clicked his fingers. "Cas, you okay?" YN asked, noticing the blood dripping from a cut on the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine." Cas said through gritted teeth. "Gabriel." "Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess, awful!" Gabriel teased. "Okay, we're outta here. Come on, Sam." Dean turned for the door, stopping when he noticed his sister hadn't joined them.

He glared at her, nodding to his side when she didn't move. As she turned, she looked sadly back over her shoulder at the Archangel. Some of the things he was saying had made sense. One youngest sibling to another. When Sam and Dean fought she didn't care what it took, she'd do anything to make it stop. No matter the consequences.

"Guys?" Gabriel called after them. "So what? You just gonna leave me here forever?" "No. We're not. Cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." Dean's words reverberated through not only the archangel but YN as well. Her head hung low where she’d frozen when Dean halted. The older Winchester threw open the door and looked back at his sister, nodding for her to let him free, before stepping outside, Sam and Cas following.

"All that stuff he was sprouting back there, you think he was telling the truth?" Dean asked his brother across the roof of the Impala. "I think he believes it." Sam answered, glancing back at the factory door when the fire alarm began to ring. "So what do we do?" Dean asked, ignoring the ringing bell. "I don't know." "I tell you one thing right now, I wish I was back in a tv show."

YN stared across the flames at Gabriel. His eyes bore into hers. If you were an outsider looking in, you'd swear they were reading each other's thoughts.

But they didn't need telepathy to know what the other was thinking. They were the youngest of their families. They were the sibling that felt the pain of their brothers fighting. They were the ones that had the most to lose from this battle.

“That look’s gonna get me in trouble.” Gabriel said from the middle of the climbing flames. Realization dawned on YN and she found it hard to breathe, never mind swallowing around the gob in her throat that had suddenly appeared. When her heart began to beat again and air filled her lungs, she smashed the glass over the emergency fire system.

"Don't say I never did anything for you." She called out, pulling the lever. She stood under the fountain of water, staring at him, emotion’s betraying her, tearing her in half. With a thick swallow, she turned her back on him and joined her family outside.

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