a neat and tidy place

1 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU
WORD COUNT: 3,568 ?

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST, SMUT 

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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Everybody talks about foul dens and filthy slums in which crime can run riot; but it’s just the other way. They are called foul, not because crimes are committed, but because crimes are discovered. It’s in the neat, spotless, clean and tidy places that crime can run riot; no mud to make footprints; no dregs to contain poison; kind servants washing out all traces of the murder; and the murderer killing and cremating six wives - and all for want of a little Christian dirt.
—  G. K. Chesterton, The Quick One (The Scandal of Father Brown)

alicemoonwonderland  asked:

Headcanons for the chocobros + Nyx and Cor about meeting their future s/o for the first time :)

Thanks for that, it was SO MUCH fun to write! Nyx and Ignis were the hardest, but I hope you will like it nonetheless.
I think I may have read too many Cor stories by @themissimmortal, because he was probably the easiest one to write XD

Noctis

- The two of you met during one of those balls where everybody hates to go but goes nevertheless because they need to be seen.

- It was a ball in honor of the relations between Lucis and your country.

- As the child of one of your country’s leaders, you were naturally invited.

- Plus you’re about the same age as Noct, and your father thought it would help convince the prince to go.

- Noctis didn’t want to go, of course, he hates this kind of event the most.

- And Ignis made him wear a stupid suit.

- He hates that even more. It makes him feel even more awkward and clumsy.

- He stays in a corner of the ballroom the whole evening, waiting for the time when it won’t be considered rude to leave.

- When he sees you, everything stops around: the music, time, the course of the stars.

- You love this kind of event, so you’re smiling broadly.

- Your smile is what captures Noct’s heart.

- He doesn’t dare approach you.

- Now he feels completely stupid in his damn suit.

- But when you notice him, your smile widens and you walk to him.

- He looks so cute in his suit, even though he doesn’t seem to be aware of it.

- You’re the one who asks him to dance, and even though he looks like he’s about to refuse, his “yes” comes unexpected.

- After that night the two of you become inseparable and you’re even allowed to stay in Lucis, the excuse being you want to better understand the culture of your neighbour ;)

Prompto

- You’ve just been recruited in the crownsguard.

- You’ve been there for like three days.

- It has always been your dream but you feel so insecure about what you’re worth.

- You literally think you’ve been recruited because your father was in the crownsguard.

- You’re quite good with guns, but you’re not sure it will be enough.

- That day when you start training, you notice the cutest guy you’ve ever seen.

- It looks like it’s his first day, he’s holding his crownsguard uniform in his hands, waiting for orders.

- He looks just as nervous as you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other constantly.

- You notice he’s accompanied by none other than Cor the Immortal.

- How intimidating.

- Prompto’s gaze meets yours suddenly.

- You literally lose your composure, dropping the shield you were learning to use.

- The noise attracts everybody’s attention in the courtyard.

- Prompto feels immediately attracted by you, you seem to have so much in common.

- At lunch break, Prompto comes to sit beside you, giving you the brightest smile ever.

- The two of you quickly bond over your own insecurities, giving the other confidence in their own abilities.

Gladio

- Gladio is going home after a hard day of training Noctis.

- He’s lost in his thoughts, brooding over the way the prince acts like a brat.

- Even if they have grown fond of each other over the years, sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to become Noct’s shield

- As he passes a dark alleyway, he hears a muffled cry.

- Doesn’t notice at first, then backtracks.

- Finds you behind a trashcan, in the middle of being mugged

- The thief barely makes it alive, before Gladio calls the cops.

- He walks you back home, after making sure you’re not physically hurt.

- Puts you in bed, gets hot chocolate for you, and ends up sleeping on the couch just in case you need anything.

- When you find him on the couch you prepare the perfect breakfast for your knight in shining armor.

- When he gets up and sees you cooking for him in the kitchen, he notices how cute you are.

- You end up spending the whole day together, getting to know each other better.

- And the day after that.

- And the day after.

- You know what I mean.

Ignis

- That day Ignis arrives to the Citadel, knowing he has to train a new assistant that will take a job among the royal family’s staff.

- This is one of the most boring jobs he has to do, but he does it nevertheless, being a dutiful royal employee.

- Because most of the time the people he trains are as familiar with the royal family’s world as he is, coming from noble families.
So basically he has nothing to teach them and he just shows them around and that’s it.

- But you are different.

- You’re a mere commoner who achieved this position through hard work only.

- On your first day, you’re a mess, you haven’t slept, because you were so nervous.

- Ignis doesn’t like your dishevelled appearance at first.

- He has no idea that it’s not how you usually look.

- On your first day you’re so tense and clumsy, that Ignis soon comes to the conclusion that you’re going to be a total failure at this.

- He finds you crying at lunch break, and realises he’s been too harsh on you.

- He apologizes for his behaviour right away.

- On the second day you arrive properly rested, and more relaxed.

- The two of you start things over, Ignis going more slowly and discovering how hard-working you are.
- That’s the first thing that draws him to you.

- You’re very shy around him, because you’re intimidated by his perfect manners and composure.

- But you soon discover that he also knows to relax from time to time, and the two of you find that you have more in common that you thought at first.

Nyx

- Nyx has been dragged to the newest nightclub in Insomnia.
- Crowe wanted to have a good time, and Nyx and Libertus couldn’t refuse her.

- Crowe often tells Nyx he needs to relax, and that it’s a good occasion.

- At first Nyx stays at the bar, drinking his beer without really looking around.

- But after a while he finds himself on the dancefloor, really enjoying himself.

- He dances with a few enchanting creatures, not thinking much about it.

- Until he sees you.

- You’re dancing alone, as if in a trance.

- You’re beautiful, and you know it.

- Even though the dancefloor is cramped, there is space around you, as if people didn’t dare to touch you, for fear of interrupting you.

- Nyx sees something magical in your dance.

- Entranced by the way you move, he walks toward you.

- When you notice him, your gaze locks with him and you beckon him to come closer.

- He can’t help but obey, he’s under your spell.

- You dance together, going so far as to share a kiss, overwhelmed by the sensuality of your moves.

- You often love to dance with sexy partners, but it often stops after that, each of you going their separate ways.

- But not this time.

- When  Nyx asks for your number, you don’t know what makes you give it to him.

- You decide that even if he calls you won’t answer, it’s not a good idea.

- Two days later, you find yourself seated in a restaurant with Nyx, still completely bewitched by his eyes, the way he talks, his demaneor.

- He seems to feel the same way, and you end up spending the night talking, sharing your lives with each other.

Cor

- That day in the courtyard, Cor is in a bad mood.

- He has to welcome a new assistant who will help him with the training of the new crownsguard recruits.

- Cor knows only a few things about you, and he dislikes what he’s learned.

- You used to work as a bureaucrat in another part of the kingdom.

- But your uncle belongs to the Council, so it’s probably the reason why you got the job.

- He despises you before even seeing you, because there’s no way you will be up to the task with your background.

- When he sees you enter the training courtyard, his first impression is confirmed.

- You look so out of place with your neat and tidy appearance and well groomed hair.

- He can’t help notice that you’re really beautiful, but that doesn’t change what he thinks of you.

- After greeting you as coldly as he can, he proposes to offer a show to the recruits, so you can demonstrate your ‘talents’.

- He puts all the irony of the world in his words.

- You’re a bit offended by his unwelcoming attitude, and try not to show the effect the Immortal has on you.

- Of course, you accept his challenge.

- Little does he know your administrative job was just a cover for a spy job, and that you are well trained.

- You let him come at you, making a show of not knowing how to fight.

- When Cor is confident he’s going to win, you disarm him and knock him to the ground effortlessly.

- Once he’s back on his feet and training is over, Cor has the decency to apologise for misjudging you.

- He’s impressed at your skill.

- After that he warms up toward you and treats you like his equal, and you become the perfect team.

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i visited the town of sol by @prolistening today! it was like a dream come true. it was so serene and quiet, and i loved the qr paths! all of the pwps were beautifully placed, and the flowers were neat and tidy. the houses had a unique and soft feel to them. plus there were a lot of fun presents on the ground! i highly recommend checking out @prolistening’s towns, i’ve visited others by them and enjoyed those too.

Beauty and The Beast: Chapter Three

“You can’t love someone until you love yourself first,”

“That’s bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you? Oh, God’s above. I loved you. I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

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anonymous asked:

YUSUKE HCS

U GOT IT PAL

  • yusuke prefers sunrises to sunsets but can never wake up in time for the sunrise. he even starts setting like seven alarms and putting them in different places around his room but wakes up four hours later with no memory of how he turned them all off
  • his kitchen is a mess. like things are growing on his stovetop. something has probably died in his fridge based on the smell. he has definitely used a frisbee that ryuji left behind once as a plate.
  • but somehow the rest of his place is immaculate? everything has A Place and is rather neat and tidy, kind of sparse but homey all the same
  • except for the fact he’s got twenty decorative pillows. he keeps buying more. his “to buy” list is pillows and paint and a lobster tank. someone stop him
  • somehow 10x better at memes than futaba and it drives her nuts. he doesn’t even know what he’s doing but ryuji laughs so hard he cries
  • sings while he paints. it’s basically  hip hop turned broadway 
  • obsessed with pokemon. doodles them all the time. hell bent on catching them all *yusuke voice* you don’t understand i must be the very best
  • goes to the roof and memorizes constellations when he can’t sleep, which is almost every night
  • on that note he texts every single phantom thief goodnight every night. it’s always this long paragraph about having good dreams, different for every person, and at first they all have different reactions ranging from weirdly confused (ryuji) to “aww”ing out loud (haru) but eventually they all look forward to it and smile when it comes in

i’m sorry these are mostly so silly lol but i have so many thoughts about yusuke not being this super serious intellectual and def more a spastic art boy

“Well, come on in before Poppy tries to get out. You can put your bags by the door. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” Don answered as he apprehensively followed her into the apartment.

He followed Kaylynn further into the apartment and looked around. It was neat, tidy, and nothing was out of place. Everything was pristine, clean…and white. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the room.

“Hey, uh, Kaylynn?”

How To Flirt/Get With The Signs:
  • Aries: Compliment them often, go along with their plans, don't keep your opinion's to yourself when discussing personal interests.
  • Taurus: Don't rush anything, amuse/entertain them often, take them to a nice restaurant/cook a nice meal.
  • Gemini: Talk often with them, and make sure to actually know what you're talking about, speak your mind, be loyal and honest.
  • Cancer: Be direct and let your feelings be known, be straight with them, build up lots of trust, ask for advice from them (but not too much), don't force them into anything.
  • Leo: Admire them, compliment them often, even if it's fake, entertain them with humor and fancy lush things.
  • Virgo: Always have a few facts and details to tell them, don't discuss topics that go nowhere, don't try to probe inside their emotions, let them take the lead.
  • Libra: Admire and flatter them, ask them about themselves, have light friendly debates, keep your place tidy and neat.
  • Scorpio: Never be fake, don't ever try to tease them or hide something, be frank and speak your mind, never shoot them down/tell them they're wrong.
  • Sagittarius: Ask them about themselves, share interesting and funny stories, keep your emotional distance, take them out on a date somewhere outside.
  • Capricorn: Humor them often, don't pry into their emotions, gain trust, be patient.
  • Aquarius: Simulate their minds with friendly arguments, give them plenty of brain exercise with your conversations, have variety, never complain or be a nagger.
  • Pisces: Talk about things that are out of this world, like the occult or astrology, don't allow them to take on all of your problems, adventure with them and tell them odd jokes.
Manhattan Mistress part 9

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: The devil may care what happens in Brooklyn, but the Manhattan Mistress has lost all her trust in Steve and is getting ready for battle. Song is “Shoot and run” by Josef Salvat.

Word count: 3.051

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of murder, death and rape. Please do not read belong the cut if you’re not comfortable with any of forementioned!

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 6: the white noise

Part 7: the waiting game

Part 8: the heathens

Disclaimer: I do not own this pic, credit goes to the rightful owner.

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A Much Needed Escape

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

A/N: I  wrote the majority of this while sitting in a coffee shop that my friend works at. I hope you enjoy! ^^


Genre: Angst and fluff

Word Count: A lot?

Warning: Mentions drinking and arguing.


I wrapped my arms around myself and let the peaceful sounds of the ocean free my mind. It’s been too hard to focus on anything important lately. I know running away from my problems aren’t a good idea, but in that moment, after the argument I had with my parents I needed to get away. So I packed my backpack with a few changes of clothes and the necessities. I went to where I’m happiest, the beach house.

I knew the boys would be mad, especially Jin who would worry to no end but I didn’t bother telling anyone where I was going. All the way down here I had internal debates with myself, I see where they’re coming from. The lawyer they want me to wed is handsome, no doubt about that and he has a great reputation within the courts. But to me it seems as if they just want me to marry rich. But I also just want to live life the way I want. I want my freedom, I’m young and people my age shouldn’t settle down unless they’re in love. I most definitely am not. I don’t love this man, I don’t even know this man. But they expect me to marry Dyson, sealing my fate to a life of money and a prestigious reputation. You see Dyson has been asked to represent various celebrities, and therefor they think it’s the best decision for me. The way I see it, my parents are basically trying to sell me for their own benefit. They didn’t take too kindly to that statement.

“What do you mean by that y/n?” my mom scoffed.

“Let’s face it, you guys are literally trying to marry me off for your own selfish needs. You guys want the wealth and the promise of me climbing the social latter by marrying some stranger.” I retorted obviously angry by their ignorance.

“We just want what’s best for you,” my mom replied.

“I never thought you would grow up to be this disrespectful towards your mother and I,” my dad said almost too quiet to where I couldn’t hear him. 

“How am I being disrespectful?” I shouted.

“By not obeying our wishes,” he said eerily calm. I’m surprised he hadn’t exploded at this point.

“I have been nothing but obedient my whole life. I’ve done everything you have asked of me! I haven’t been like my sisters and take and take what they want from you. I did everything I’ve ever been asked without complaint. Have you guys ever thought about what I want for myself?” I asked, I tried my best to not cry but I couldn’t stop myself. “Have you guys ever thought that maybe I want to start a life of my own? To go back to school and study? To keep working and save for the trip I’ve been dreaming about my entire life? Huh? Have you?” I told them through pitiful sobs that took over my body.

“Leave your sister’s out of this. This isn’t about them!” my dad shouted and I froze in place.

“This isn’t about me either! It’s all about you!” I matched his tone. I have never raised my voice to them, this was the first time and I have never been so afraid in my life.

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hunger - chapter 9


Hunger master post


Stiles can’t go to the Sheriff’s Department, but he needs to track down Kate Argent. He doesn’t know where she lives, but C. & V. Argent, according to the address that Stiles jotted down on his piece of paper last time he was using Allison’s computer, live over on Parkview Street. It’s a newer area. Stiles doesn’t know it very well. The houses here are big, the lawns uniformly neat and tidy. It’s not the best place to try to walk down the street without being noticed. Stiles imagines he can feel curtains flicking as he passes. He imagines narrow-eyed suburbanites reaching for their Neighborhood Watch information and their telephones. Stiles walks like he has a purpose, like he’s a kid visiting a friend. It’s just on dusk when he arrives at the Argents’ house.

The black SUV and the car he recognizes as Allison’s are parked in the driveway. So C. & V. Argent are her parents.

At least it’s not a common surname.

The house directly across the street from the Argents’ house has no lights turned on. It also has a screen of shrubs planted along the property line which, going by the rest of the neighborhood, are probably against the rules or something, but thank God for rebels. Stiles slips into the yard and hunkers down behind the shrubs. He’s hidden from view now, but has a perfect line of sight to the Argents’ house.

He sits and waits, and feels the phantom press of the dog’s nose against his cold fingers.

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Bishies the signs remind me of and why~

Aries: Sebastian Michaelis

Originally posted by pitysim

Sebastian is easy to anger, but hides it behind a charming smile. Terrifying when upset, he has a brute strength that can destroy anything. Arrogant and egotistical, he is passionate and charismatic about being the perfect butler.

Taurus: Tomoe Mikage

Originally posted by deathmery

Tomoe does his chores and duties as a familiar without complaint. He makes sure the place he lives in is neat, tidy and homely. He enjoys self-indulging including alcohol and women in the red-light district. His love and loyalty is persistent.

Gemini: Izaya Orihara

Originally posted by gekkous

Izaya has many identities and sides to himself whether it be in person or online. He is unpredictable and unstable. He loses interest quickly, is flighty and dangerously charming. He hides his insecurities and jealousy with rabid behavior. 

Cancer: Yato

Originally posted by conikoi

Yato is emotional and is quick to be moved to tears. He is protective and treasures Hiyori and Yukine. His dream aside from being a God is to live in luxury and build a nice family including a wife for himself.

Leo: Tooru Oikawa

Originally posted by animebigworld

Oikawa is self-assured and flirtatious. He is a hard-worker for what he is passionate about and cannot stand to lose. He hates talented people and is sore to anyone ‘better’ than him in volleyball. 

Virgo: Sesshomaru

Originally posted by kikyousama

Sesshomaru is prideful, taciturn and a perfectionist. He seeks to be the most powerful and in battle, still continues to keep his appearance immaculate despite everything else. He is condescending towards most people especially humans. 

Libra: Shuu Tsukiyama

Originally posted by pokemastertyty

Tsukiyama likes quality food and fashion. He likes everything he experiences to always be in style. He is flirty, complimentary and knows his ways around the ladies.

Scorpio: Hisoka

Originally posted by reimi

Hisoka is focused and manipulative. Once he sets his eyes on a prey, he will walk to the ends of the world to track them down. He has no problems manipulating those around him like chess pieces to reach his goals. 

Sagittarius: Shogo Makishima

Originally posted by twotheleft

Makishima is philosophical and rebellious. He has no respect for the Sybil system and seeks to eradicate it for humans to think for themselves as well as to satiate his bitterness. He reads many books to adjust his sense of awareness. 

Capricorn: Levi Ackerman

Originally posted by tsuyuake

Levi is cool, seemingly detached, ambitious and always takes the initiative to get things done. As a captain, he is a powerful and authoritative leader who is a great guide to his followers. He has a very practical mindset. 

Aquarius: Shinra Kishitani

Originally posted by tsuki-no-otome-tenshi

Shinra likes the unknown, a bit odd and likes to explore strange inhuman subjects through and through. This is highly evidenced by his strong infatuation and love for Celty. He has little contact with human life.

Pisces: Haruka Nanase

Originally posted by noct-

Haruka is neutral and balanced. He always has a dreamlike or dazed demeanor to him when he isn’t swimming. He is hard to get riled up and is always at home beneath the water.

RFA Relationship Headcanons

Yoosung

•Early morning cuddles.
•When you guys sleep, it’s just a mess of limbs and bed sheets tangled together.
•You better bet your behind you make waffles for breakfast on Sunday!
•Okay, but you always have to pull him away from his games to get some sleep.
•Random dance parties that result in tickle fights? Yes!
•You two bake so much together! The house almost alway smells like vanilla.

Zen

•Will wake you up with the best morning kisses!
•I like to think you both would have a dog, but not a tiny one, I’m talking huge ones like a German Shepherd or somethin’.
•Bubble!!!fights!!!when!!!you!!!wash your!!!cars!!!
•Relationship Goals!

Jaehee

•Jaehee wakes up early and makes coffee for both of you. What a doll!
•Rainy days indoors just reading books, drink coffee or tea, and playing with each others hair and all that mushy stuff.
•You two take turns for who makes dinner, but most of the time you do it together.
•You two have a Terrier!
•OMFG, it’s to much gay for me too handle!

Jumin

•Neat and tidy house with everything in its place.
•Breakfast in bed though.
•Cuddling cannot properly begin without Eli.

Seven

•You two have two many couples shirts.
• I love to imagine making tiny braids all throughout his hair while he’s working and he doesn’t notice till Yoosung or someone points it out the next day.
•Y'all are to fukin cute!
•Listening to music together and just kinda bonding in that little piece of heaven.
• You are always holding hands. No EXCUSES!
•Pancakes every morning!

Sofa Time

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Request:  Hey Mia! Could you do an imagine where the reader is insecure about herself because she has acne and some really bad scars and stuff. So she doubts why Newt would date her and say that he is in love with her and she starts crying. Then Newt finds her in that state and he feels heartbroken and comforts the reader and just PURE FLUFFFFF

I thought it would be funny if reader lived in the case with newt and one day Jacob queenie and Tina went in with newt and when they saw her sleeping on the couch it scared them and newt had to explain ur His long time friend since childhood, research partner, and help him with the beasts. and he turns a little pink so queenie reads his thought and hears how much he likes her and a really fluff ending where they kiss? It’s ok if your full of requests! Cute newt imagines btw!!

Could you please do an imagine of Newt telling reader how he feels about her? Basically telling each other their true feelings and lots of fluff. <3

Can you please write a reader insert with the prompt: I’m flirting with you; where Newt Scamander is trying to confess his feelings to the reader? But he’s just really bad and awkward and cute about it? It’d be amazing Thank you~

Notes: I didn’t get all your requests to a tee but I tried my best. I had an idea and went with it. Plus I have like 50 requests so I’ve been trying to link some that are similar or I have ideas on how to link them. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

You had been travelling with Newt sine you graduated from Hogwarts. You were about five years younger than him but it was only five years and neither of you minded. You were helping him manage all the creatures that he had. Newt had been on quite the adventure, you hadn’t really noticed because you were down in the case, but when he came down to let you know what was going on, you were thrilled. Tired though, so you curled up on a sofa and tried to get some sleep. You hadn’t gotten much sleep in the past few days and then Newt being involved in so much action had you very worried. You see, in the long two years you had been travelling with Newt, you’d developed a huge crush on Newt. However, you thought because you had really bad acne that you didn’t deserve Newt. Thankfully you had some powder that you used to cover it up. You’d taken it all off now though, Newt had seen you many times without makeup and when you asked him, he said he didn’t even notice. You were sceptical but decided to leave it. You had finally managed to get comfortable enough to fall in to a deep slumber, and you were very proud of the fact that you never snored. You were laying, very peaceful, an extremely heavy sleeper.

Newt had brought Tina, Queenie and Jacob down in to the case. He trusted that you kept the place neat and tidy, like you always did. When he brought everyone in to the cottage part he saw you sleeping peacefully on the sofa, he smiled.

“Uh Newt? I think you may have an unwanted guest on your couch.” Tina said nervously.

“Y/N? N-no, she’s my um p-partner.” Newt stammered out.

“Oh sweetie! You want to be more! She does too honey, don’t worry.” Queenie said happily. Newt thought he heard a little sigh from Tina but didn’t dwell on it. Queenie had just told him that you felt the same about him. He was beside himself with joy but just didn’t want to show it.

“Shush, don’t wake her. She has been working far too hard.” Newt stressed, waving his arms for effect. Which did nothing, as you stirred.

“Newt?” You said groggily, rubbing your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to ambush you like this but I’ve brought a few friends down.” Newt said softly.

“No that’s fine, I’m Y/N.” You said smiling at everyone. They smiled back.

“Honey your skin! It’s beautiful!” Queenie gushed rushing over to you. You blushed.

“It has-”

“A few blemishes, but other than that it’s wonderful!” Queenie said smiling. She could see how you felt about your skin but she saw something beautiful.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling. She nodded.

“Anyway, I think Newt has something to say to you!” She said excitedly, pushing everyone else out of the room.

“Well, this is interesting isn’t it?” You asked awkwardly. He nodded.

“So um, there’s been something I’ve b-been wanting you to tell me. I mean me tell me. I mean you. I want to tell you something. A-after spending so much time with myself, I mean yourself, I have been ending, starting I mean, to develop some f-feelings f-for me. You. I have taken quite a fancy to me. You. A fancy for you.” Newt bumbled, making you smile.

“Well that’s a good job isn’t it? Because I’ve developed some feelings for you too.” You replied shyly. “I thought I didn’t deserve you because of my skin.” You rambled nervously.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s absolutely beautiful.” Newt said. You stepped towards him and grabbed his hands. He looked down at them.

“Eyes are up here.” You whispered, smiling. He looked up at you. You leaned in slowly. Newt wanted to be a gentleman and go slow but the moment he’d been waiting for, for so long was right here. He smashed his face on yours. “Ouch!” You said rubbing your nose, laughing softly. You took his cheeks in your hands, “Like this.” You said, pressing your lips together softly. Newt moved his lips on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you impossibly closer. You heard the shuffling of feet and a few,

“Oh no leave right now.”

But you were too wrapped up in the moment to care. You and Newt were sharing such a pure moment of bliss, you didn’t care who saw.  

exo college!au headcanons

a request! i’m a total sucker for college!au exo tbh…… leggo

MASTERLIST




1. sehun : is totally not a morning person so he’ll be late for class and sometimes he doesn’t even show up at all. secretly wants to do well in school but also wants to party till the sundown (he can do this all night long baby!!!~11).  he’ll borrow a shit ton of stationery from people but forget to return them and he NEVER cleans his room. rooms with chen, they try to keep the room clean but their definition of clean ain’t very…. clean…… sehun is a night owl and you’ll see him online on facebook at 5 in the morning when he has a class at 7

2. jongin would try for school but isn’t very persistent. he’s the type who would go all ‘oh i’ll finish this paper by today’ but ends up writing only half of it and spends his remaining time playing pokemon instead. he probably takes all the easy classes but he has one class that is hard as fuck but he somehow aces it and surpasses everyone else because this is the charm of jongin (~~: rooms with yixing, they do the laundry once in a while when they feel like it, and sometimes yixing cooks but then that’s about it lol. ALSO!!! HE will sneak in his dogs i mean cmon

3. kyungsoo…… idk he’s the kind to have a studyblr but not rly????? idk??? i bet his handwriting would b hella neat though!!! and he looks like the kind to be absolute shit at math but tops the class in humanities (think geog, hist, lit, social studies, etc). might be a secret stationery fanatic (MILDLINERS n moleskins) and keeps his work neat and tidy rooms with minseok and they generally keep the place tidy, they have a good dynamic and they take turns cooking and cleaning and sit around with warm drinks (~~:

4. chanyeol seems like the secretly smart kind… he’s the kid with the weird twitchy eye and crazy hair colours, but he’s gonna score full marks on pop quizzes and ace tests :)))) i don’t see him as much of a party animal because he’d prefer homely gatherings with loads of comfort food and maybe a movie but that’s just white noise. he doesn’t look like the type to study but he’ll do well because he knows his goals and what to do to achieve them!! o and he rooms with suho and they secretly NERD OUT TOGETHER

5. chen chen is the class troll (~~: but he seems helpful idk .. he’ll help people with math and stuff. he’s a sweetheart and that helps when he needs deadline extensions. sometimes will visit professors during office hours just to talk to them and they have a good laugh about everything. everyone loves jongdae and would want to bring him out to lunch because he is a cutie patootie!! he’ll also sing in a band or something, a smoll band with just a few people. 

6. baekhyun will be part of the student union, preparing study packs and all! he has his own room because his mom opted for it (wouldn’t want him fooling around unnecessarily) but he likes the peace and quiet because as extroverted as baekhyun is he would want some time alone to focus and concentrate. he seems the type to be secretly very stressed about everything, including doing well in school because he wouldn’t want to let anyone down. sings in the band with chen

7. yixing would be like a cute lil lost sheep like during orientation he might accidentally end up in the girls’ washroom because he was in a hurry and the male toilets in his old school were all on the east wing DAMMIT!! he works part time at the on campus froyo shop and he’s generous with toppings and sauce (~~: a lot of girls ask for his number but he rejects them because he needs to study. yixing is a hardcore mugger and his efforts certainly pay off and i think his female classmates are either a) thirsting for him n his hot bod or b) thirsting to be his mom and tuck him in bed with a bowl of strawberry yoghurt or smth

8. suho would work his ass off like let’s b real here. he’s officially the smartest person in exo and he would also be part of the student union! i bet he’s so smart he even finds errors in textbooks. he also hardly ever writes in his textbooks because he wants to hand them down to needy students who aren’t as well off, yes that’s how much of an angel he is. he also encourages the people around him to work hard, and he willingly shares his notes with everyone what a cutie

9. minseok would b the coolest guy ever!?!?! no rly he would show up to class in raglan shirts and raglan shirts only and everybody wonders if he runs through his entire wardrobe in a week or he has multiple copies of the same shirt. anyways he is sleek and somewhat cold on the outside but he’s actually friendly and warm but he needs time to warm up to people. everybody wants to be his friend because he makes good coffee and because he is so mysterious. would get pretty decent grades and eats lunch with different professors every week cos he’s cool like that B)

I NEED U (Suga, AU) PT. 1

Originally posted by chan-lay

AW YEAH!!! NEXT PART TO MY I NEED U AU, HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR MY LACK OF SCENARIO POSTING~~ Go HERE to read the other I NEED U AU’s!! The backstory is hella long so I’m going to post this in parts, I have a lot of idea’s for this AU!!!

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You were definitely going to marry him. Even if you didn’t know who he was, you were determined to make him yours. His blatantly dyed peach hair stood out enough as it was, but what drew you to him was the fact that his dark circles were almost as dark as yours.

From across the coffee shop, he wore expensive looking headphones and a leather jacket. He was staring with a frustrated expression at his laptop screen, muttering words you didn’t understand from where you sat. From time to time he tapped his head back and forth, as if a song he enjoyed more than the one before came on and he’d tap on the keys quickly without pressing the back space once. Only when he was finished typing would he read what he’d just wrote and erase it all again. You felt irritated just looking at him, he was obviously having a hard time.

You stood up, determined to go over to him and ask for his name, at least. Maybe you could help with what he was writing. No…what if he was writing a love confession to his 6th grade crush? You sat back down in your seat, looking away from him furiously fast.

It had been like this for weeks. You didn’t even like coffee, but you stopped by here only to see him. Was it love at first sight? No, you didn’t believe in that. How could you fall in love with someone you didn’t even know? You definitely couldn’t be in love with someone you basically stalked. No way.

But still, you couldn’t take your eyes off his nimble fingers typing away on the keyboard. Your chest felt tight, and you wondered if you were going to die every time you saw him. Someone this perfect probably had a girlfriend. Someone who spent all their time in a coffee shop, having a girlfriend…? No way! He looked dedicated to typing on a computer. Wait, what if he had a girlfriend online? Maybe he was typing like that to her. No, he probably didn’t. Don’t get ahead of yourself, you don’t even know his name…

That’s it. Go ask for his name. Just do it. You got to your feet again, looking solely at the floor. Something hit your side, and you jumped, only to realize that it was your bag dangling off your shoulder and into your hip. Stop it… Stop…

You looked up, only to realize he was gone. He wasn’t in the seat like before, and you felt your heart stop. He was there like, not even 25 seconds ago…and his computer is still there. Where was he? Oh no, did he see you staring? No, he couldn’t have. You were all the way on the other end of the cafe.

That was when it hit you. No, not metaphorically, physically. Something hit you in the face, and the next thing you knew you were smelling something strong. Coffee. Definitely coffee. It was only warm, but your skin was tingling. You stepped forward, but instead of safely placing your foot on the floor, it slid out from under you. Pain hit your tailbone, and you had to grit your teeth to keep from yelling profanities at whoever spilled the half empty cup of coffee on you.

“Oh, oh crap… Crap I’m sorry. Are you okay? No, obviously not…” It was a bus boy. He was panicking, and everyone in the cafe was staring at you. The kid couldn’t have been over 16, his acne prone cheeks were a bright pink color and he was spitting out half sentences and making no sense. You couldn’t say anything, your mind was processing nothing at all. All that you knew was that you were sticky and beyond humiliated. Your cute red bag you’d saved your last paycheck for was covered in black coffee. The smell would stick forever, right? Just like how your clothes would probably be a pain to peel off of later. You could’ve spent that money on much needed books, for your first year in college.

Oh shit, you were wearing your older sisters new dress. New white dress. Oh no, oh no, oh no. She was going to murder you. There was no way you’d be able to go home looking like this mess. Your hair, your make up, your everything was ruined. You were probably going to be killed tonight, by your sister or maybe a predator on the street. That’s where you’d have to sleep tonight, anyway.

“Are you just going to sit there and cry?” A voice wondered. He was standing behind the bus boy. He definitely sounded a little too overly confident in his words. You didn’t even realize you were crying until he’d said something.

The bus boy shuffled aside quickly, and you realized who it was. It was the peach haired guy. He held out a hand for you, his face masked with no emotion. What was this? He’d never looked at you until now, and you were a total mess.

You slapped away his hand, letting out the most pathetic noise in existence, probably. Man, you really were going to die. From humiliation before anything else. Instead of accepting his hand, you shakily placed both hands on the drenched floor, attempting to stand up. Your shoes squeaked on the floor, and you noticed that your dress was entirely see-through on the top. 

That was when the peach haired guy draped his leather jacket over the front of your body.

You almost slipped again, and if it wan’t for him you’d be on the floor once more. He steadied you with two firm hands, looking into your eyes intensely. You were crying harder than before, and the bus boy hadn’t moved an inch.

“I know the manager here, so let me talk to him, okay?” The guy asked, slowly helping you away from the mess on the floor. Over your crying, you couldn’t even ask why he was being so helpful. He helped you over to his chair, sitting you down in it. He’d not once let go of you fully, there was always at least one hand slung around you or holding onto you tightly.

“I’m really sorry, seriously. Please, I don’t want to get fired…” The bus boy was close on your heels, and that was when the guy turned around to face him. The bus boy was taller than him, but only by a little. Still, it seemed like the pink haired guy could just say a few words and make the kid pee himself.

“It was an accident, now can you go get your manager?” His voice was smooth, you were definitely focusing on that. How old was he? He didn’t look very old, not at all.

The bus boy slipped away towards the back, and you could hear a door slam and another one bust open. Your pink haired savior turned around with a hint of a smile on his lips, and he held up a single finger.

“Be right back.”

He’d only walked about 2 feet to meet the manager of the shop, and you could hear the whole conversation they were having. The pink haired guy was merely explaining the situation, pointing back at you from time to time. He was telling the manager that there wasn’t anyone at fault, and how nobody was hurt. Your tears still kept tumbling, though. You didn’t even know why, at this point.

After talking to the manager, the first thing that the pink haired guy did was come back to you. He began to pack up his belongings, hoisting them into a posh looking laptop bag definitely meant for business.

The manager apologized to you, telling you that he definitely didn’t mean for any of it to happen. You only nodded so he’d go away faster, leaving you and pink hair alone.

“Why are you still crying? Does it really hurt that much?” He slung his bag over his shoulder, using one hand to grasp your shoulder and help you to your feet.

“What’s with you, are you mute or something? Let’s go get some air, but wait, put this on first. Wear my jacket properly.”

He stuck a beanie on your head, and pulled the jacket around so you could slide your arms through it. Once both arms were into the sleeves, he zipped his jacket up for you. He helped you outside, even though you definitely didn’t need it. Once you were outside, you felt a rush of cold air hitting your sticky legs, and you felt bad you’d taken pink hair’s jacket. He was only wearing a plain white t-shirt, that was definitely too thin for this season.

“Hey, stop crying! It’s not a pretty crying, you’re going to get snot all over my jacket. Ugh, you stink like coffee, I hate coffee. How old are you? Do you go to the college down the street? I’ll drive you home.”

“No!” You took both fistfuls of his shirt, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can’t go home, this is my sisters dress. I’m doing to die, this stain will never get out.”

“What’s this? So you can talk? Can’t you just go buy another dress?”

“She got it while she was in Paris, okay? I can’t fly to Paris just to get a stupid dress. I’m only 19!”

“19? I thought you were younger than that…” He wrapped his hands around both of your wrists, prying them away from his shirt. You’d held so tightly that there was wrinkles left behind once you finally let go.

“Let’s go back to my apartment, it’s not far from here. I’ll get the stains out for you.”

“How will you get coffee stains out of a white dress?”

“How do you think I keep such good care of all my white t-shirt’s? I’m always in a damn coffee shop, too! Unless you don’t want me to get the stains out…”

“Okay! Where’s your house?”

“It’s right there.” He pointed to the apartment building across the street. Oh, so that’s why he spent so much time in the coffee shop.

You both walked together to his apartment building, taking the elevator up to his floor and going into his place. It was neat and tidy, just as you’d expected it would be when seeing him. He looked like the neat freak type.

“You should probably go take a shower. The stink might not go away immediately, but that’s fine. Bathroom’s on the le- why are you staring at me like I’m going to murder you?”

“Are you going to murder me? What even are you? You’re letting a random girl into your house so she can shower?”

“I’m a human, and no I’m not going to murder you! What’s the point of murdering such an ugly little girl, anyway? I’d get put in jail for that, stu-upid. The bathroom is right there, the towels are in the cupboard outside the door.”

You believed he wouldn’t murder you. Maybe it was only because you’d creepily watched him for weeks that you didn’t suspect anything, or maybe it was only because of the way he worded everything.

“Are you sure it’s not some sort of torture chamber you’re luring me into?”

He snorted, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “Oh, I don’t know. Go look for yourself, maybe. Maybe it is a torture chamber, or maybe it’s a bathroom, too! Oh man, what are the chances? Not everyone in the world is a mass murderer. Leave the dress outside the door, I’ll find you some clothes that might fit you.”

“Are we close enough to share clothes?”

“No, but I don’t want you walking around my house in a towel, or worse, naked.”

You yanked off his beanie, throwing it at his head. It totally missed, only because he dodged it. “Excuse me? Worse?”

“Would you rather me be welcome to you walking out of the bathroom naked?”

“Well- no! But-”

“But nothing, now hurry up, whatever your name is.”

“It’s (Y/N), and I’m going, okay?” There was no way you liked him. He was not at all who you expected him to be. From afar he looked like a tired prince that worked hard. He had a nice figure, nice hair, and nice clothes. His personality, on the other hand, was the worst. Nobody could have it all. You turned quickly, walking off towards the bathroom. Before going in, you snatched a towel from the cabinet and closed it, then shuffled into the bathroom. You dropped your bag onto the floor.

Once you were inside, you heard him call to you.

“This probably sounds really awkward but… I’ll wash your bra too, if you want… I’m not a pedophile, just… wrap it up in the dress…You know what, never mind. I sound like a pedophile, and I’m not!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you stripped off his jacket and the dress. Well, if he was going to wash it anyway why not? Your underwear and bra were both gross, but you could just rinse your underwear in the tap.

“Okay, I’m going to throw my clothes out. What do I do about your jacket?”

“Just throw it out, too. I got you some clothes that might fit. Use the shampoo on the left side, okay? It smells better.”

“Mm, okay, whatever your name is.” You opened the door just enough to throw your clothes out, making sure your bra was tightly secured in the dress. He was obviously going to see it, but you didn’t care much.

“It’s Yoongi, and here.” He placed the clean clothes into your hand sticking out the door. “My eyes are closed.”

“Awesome, I’m hiding behind the door anyway.” You withdrew your hand and closed the door quickly, locking it behind you.

You took a shower quickly, washing away all your disgusting make up and cleaning the sticky coffee off your skin. You’d probably break out after this, but you just had to make sure to wash your face extra well tonight. 

You dressed in his clothes, even though they were way too baggy. Because you had no bra, you wrapped the towel around your shoulders and left the steamy bathroom.

Yoongi was sitting out on the sofa, his computer out in front of him on the coffee table and he was tapping away. He didn’t even notice that you emerged from the bathroom until you’d sat down beside him.

“Done?”

“Mm, yeah.” You replied, feeling a lot colder than you were in the bathroom.

“Do you want some food? It’ll warm you up.”

“Shouldn’t I be leaving soon?” You wondered, not wanting him to act nice towards you. He’d already played it up enough that he was a good jerk, no need to change how he acted…

“Your clothes won’t be done for awhile. Just sit down, I’ll turn the heat up and cook some food.”

Instead of sitting down, you followed him across his apartment and to the kitchen. You sat down at the small table with only 2 chairs, watching as he opened the fridge and got out some food.

“What do you do on that computer, anyway?” You wondered, only purely out of curiosity. Nothing else, not because you wanted to know about him. No way. You had no interest for him anymore. Yeah, totally.

“I’m a producer. I work for a big company.” He was absolutely exaggerating the big company part, so you decided to tease him a little.

“Really? I never heard of you before.”

“That’s because your a little kid.” He snapped, chopping vegetables a little too loudly.

“Huh, I bet your not even 4 years older than me. How old are you, 21? 22?”

He didn’t look up at you, his face once again showing 0 emotion. “I’m 20, so what?”

“I told you! What’s with you and your superiority complex?”

“Su-superiority complex?” He muttered, looking up to give you a death glare. Yoongi definitely was not pleased with you, but you were taken aback by the way his eyes made your lungs feel empty.

“Don’t you know what a superiority complex is?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t have a superiority complex.”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

“You know what, maybe we don’t have time to eat!” He spat, putting the knife he was using down. You were laughing, despite the fact that he was angry. He came around from where he was, kicking the chair on the other side of the table closer to you.

When Yoongi sat down, you were engulfed by a really heavy scent. It was his scent. He laid both hands on the table, looking very deeply into your eyes. Startled, you looked down at his hands, intently watching one of his fingernails. It looked like he had a habit of biting them, but you said nothing.

“Listen to one of my songs.”

“One of your songs?” You peeked up at Yoongi, only to see he was still blatantly staring into your eyes. He stood up, the chair loudly scraping on the wooden floor startling you to your feet as well.

“Yeah, listen to one of the bands I write for.”

“Are you in a band?”

“No. I write for a band.” He went back to the living room, sitting himself in the same position as before in front of the computer. You sat beside him, and he placed the expensive looking headphones on your head.

“You’ll be shocked by how amazing it is. Listen to the words.”

“What’s the song called?” You wondered, leaning closer so you could hear him through the headphones.

“Tomorrow.” He replied, turning on the song.

After listening to the song, you had to admit, it was good. It was definitely really good, and you seemed to relate to it so much. The vocals and the raps were on point, nothing was missing.

“It’s good, right?”

“Mm, but are you sure you’re not in a band?”

He nodded in response, pushing himself to his feet. Yoongi left the room without a word, only to return with your clothes. He wouldn’t even look you in the eyes because your bra was dangling from his finger. Uncomfortably, Yoongi dropped your clothes onto your lap. He turned away with crossed arms.

“Go change, I’ll drive you home after.”

“Wow, you really did get the stain out!” You held up the dress, inspecting it. He’d gotten out every stain, and made it look brand new.

“Really, what’s your trick?”

“Not telling, ugly.” He turned around, a smug smile on his lips. You held up a fist, and he cowered away a little while surpressing laughter.

“You want to die, punk? Do you call every girl you meet ugly?”

He shook his head. “No, you’re an exception.”

“Whatever, I’m going to change, then.” You stood up, leaving him standing alone in the living room. You were muttering about how much you hated the fact he called you ugly the whole time you changed, and even decided to re-apply some mascara and lip gloss onto your lips before going back out into the living room. What was the point of even trying to impress him anymore? He’d seen you at your worst, not to mention he’d also seen your bra. It wasn’t even your cutest one, it was just plain white.

Why did you want to show him your cutest bra, anyway? Man, he was probably greasy, anyway!

You emerged from the bathroom with your still stained bag, ready to punch him if he’d said anything else mean to you.

“Ready?” He was standing near the door, twirling some car keys around his middle finger.

“Yeah, I’ll bus home.” Instead of walking past him to the door, he took the strap of your bag and pulled it off your shoulder.

“This bag will probably be stained forever. I could text you how to get it out.”

“Ha, very funny. Texting would require having my number.” You snorted, trying to grab your bag back. He pulled his phone from his pocket, shaking it in front of your face.

“I won’t let you leave until you give me your number.” He practically sang.

“I can call the police.”

“Really? With what phone?”

You rolled your eyes, forming your hand into a fist again. “I’m pretty good at fighting, you know.”

“I don’t doubt it, now put your number in here.” He did not sound convinced at all, but he handed you his phone.

“I’m doing all I can to not throw this phone out the window right now.” You muttered, still typing in your number to his phone. It was the correct one, too. Did you even want him knowing your number?

He called your phone, and sure enough your phone began to cry out the chorus of Ring Ding Dong by Shinee. In his moment of shock, you snatched your bag back from Yoongi and opened the door, leaving quickly.

“Thank’s for helping me!” You shouted back towards the door, not giving him enough time to follow you.

Alright, kids.

Here to show you a trick I figured out yesterday while cleaning my bathroom. Are you a hoarder like me and have a bunch of these left over from your monthly bc packs?

Time to turn them back into something useful.

BOOM. 

Bobby pins in a neat, tidy place that folds flat. I still have my big box of bobby pins, but this will be much easier to slide down in a pocket or bag for con days.

anonymous asked:

Can you do something fluffy like Shizuo, Izaya, and Kadota's so see a spider and freak out :)

Heiwajima Shizuo:

It was one thing to wake up to noisy neighbours. It was another to wake up to screams.

At first he’d thought that his lover had a nightmare or two, which would have explained the sudden yell.  But then he rolled over and was met with crinkled sheets. Without hesitation, Shizuo threw off the covers and swung open the door.  Footsteps loud and heavy, his heart raced as he looked.

“What happened?!”

“S—Shizuo!”

The living room light was switched on, and it took a few moments as he adjusted to the brightness. A snarl already present on his lips,  he stomped over to his partner and snapped,

“What is it?! Are you okay?”

He was being impatient, but the fact that he saw no signs of a burglar or any blood—any injuries on them perhaps slightly excused his irritated behavior. That, or he was just plain rude.

“Spider!”

Shizuo did a double-take.

“Spider?”

“Spider!”

“Spider?”

“Yes, Shizuo, spider!”

His snarl dissipated shortly afterwards as he looked at the arachnid, a brow creasing.  It was surprising—it didn’t seem like his significant other was afraid of little things like these. With a shrug, Shizuo took a step closer to the creature. It was as tiny, in fact almost adorable as it crawled up the wall with it’s small legs scuttling. 

It ended up crushed under Shizuo’s palm.

splat.

Withdrawing his hand, he shuffled and turned to look at his still-horrified partner.

“..Bed?” he offered, expression neutral as he blinked.

“BATHROOM.”

“…..”

“YOUR HAND, IT’S— “

“What..?”

“SPIDER JUICES, SHIZUO, HOOOLY SHIT SPIDER JUICES—”

Orihara Izaya:

He should have seen this coming.

The middle of summer, heater set low and crickets loud, Orihara Izaya was still in his office chair and working.  Fingers tick away and sounds of a keyboard break the silence, but he is oblivious. 

He should not wince. 

That is what he tells himself when a scream cuts through the air and breaks him out of his stupor. 

Red eyes snap in the direction of the sound, and Izaya finds himself shooting up. Leaning over his computer screen, he’s greeted by an odd sight.

Firstly - he believes that he’s been keeping his place neat and tidy enough, and therefore he shouldn’t be finding such insects in his home. Or archnids. 

Secondly - the fact that the person, his lover, was screeching and pointing at the spider looking absolutely horrified had him almost in stitches, but still he carefully made his way over to them.

Lastly - the creature was only about the size of a baby’s palm, and the more Izaya stared at it, lovingly and oh-so endearingly accompanied by his significant other’s pleas and screams, the more he found this whole situation amusing.

plsh.

He holds the tissue in his hands, spinning around to face his significant other. Hints of a smirk creep onto his face, but then before he can spit out a sharp remark another screech forces him to turn around.

“SSSSSSSSSSSPIDER.”

“It seems so.”

“SQUISH IT OH MY GOD WHY IS YOUR APARTMENT SO DIRTY WHY ARE THERE SPIDERS I NEVER SEE SPIDER—”

So in retrospect, with it being summer and his lover being this squeamish, he should have seen this coming. The whole spider thing and all.

But Izaya’s not annoyed.

Just offended. 

Kadota Kyohei:

squish.

“Here.” 

“DON’T GIVE IT TO ME,”

“…I wasn’t!”

“GOOD.”

He blinks and watches as they glare at him - or maybe they’re glaring at the spider instead. Making his way to the bathroom and washing up, he heads back to where they are at.

“…So.. You don’t see anymore, right? If you do, just call for me.”

“Got it. Thanks, Kyohei.”

Kadota shifts in place as he watches them take a seat beside him, snuggling up to his shoulder.

“…But what’s with the sudden onslaught of spiders? I keep seeing them everywhere each time you come over.”

“…”

“Is my place infected? I think I’ll need to-”

“No, maybe it’s just the season. I mean, it’s.. uh, you have a… nice home…?”

“…Perhaps.”

You’re the Healer

I don’t remember who it was requested by (I done messed up), based on this imagine over at imaginexhobbit.

Warnings: Food mention. Blood. Stitches. Scar mention (of the non-self-inflicted variety). Alcohol.

Word count: 2,782

Third installment in my Bard series. (One, two, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine.)



“Potatoes in, carrots in, celery in,” you mumble to yourself, dumping the vegetables into the pot of boiling broth. Delicious scents swirl in the air, eliciting a sense of calm to rival the surprising nerves over the forthcoming meeting with Bard. “That’s it for that. All’s left to do is let it simmer while everything else is finishing up.”

You check the clock; half past six, it says. Bard will arrive at seven.

“Oh, goodness,” you mutter to the empty kitchen. “Bard will be here at seven.”

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Room (D.O.)

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

“Kyungsoo did you bring in all the boxes?”

“Yes baby, everything’s out of the van.”

You and Kyungsoo have been dating for a while now, and you both agreed that it was time to take the relationship a bit further. You already practically lived with him, so moving in permanently would save on rent and gas. You were there almost every day and spent more nights at his place than your own.

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