an excuse to do all grey

Queen in the North {Pt. 5}

Originally posted by olivermellors

Requested: As always, by the loveliest people in the whole world

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: none that I can think of tbh

Word Count: 1,523

The past few days had tested your patience. When you were injured, Robb was content to sit by your bedside, reading for copious amounts of time. While he never complained for your benefit, you were beginning to suspect that he was growing stir crazy after being cooped up in his room for so long. The wound in his side was healing at a faster pace than anyone could have predicted, but Robb was still upset that he was not to overextend himself. You had done your best to keep him entertained, making sure that everyone dropped by to visit and finding him a book or two that you knew he would enjoy.  Unfortunately, it seemed that no matter what you tried, Robb would have much rather been out in the courtyard teaching Bran how not to shoot him in the side.

Somehow, you had managed to fool yourself into thinking he was content to laze around in his chambers until you found him attempting to sneak out of the castle and take a short ride on his horse. Thankfully, Grey Wind had all but taken your door off of the hinges before leading you to the stables so quickly that you were nearly sprinting to keep up.

When you found him struggling to saddle his horse and failing miserably to hide the blood seeping from the wound on his side, he only spared a quick glance at Grey Wind before reluctantly making his way back up to his room. You spared him the lecture after linking your arm in his, deciding that the look in his eyes after realizing how worried you were was proof enough that he had learned his lesson. But that didn’t make you feel any less rotten that he was going mad after being restricted to resting in his chambers for so long.

Which was exactly why Robb was sitting beside you at your morning needlepoint lesson with Sansa. It had been your life’s work to avoid attending, and the awful artwork in your hands was proof that you only attended after you received a scolding from Catelyn that was not nearly as scathing as it should have been. Unfortunately, Robb was usually your excuse to miss them, and he had begged you that morning to accompany you, if only to get out of his rooms for a bit.

“You know that I hate those blasted lessons.” You said softly, trying to ignore Robb’s pinky linking with yours, breaking down your will power to say no by the second.  

“I know that you do.” He said, in a tone that told you he wasn’t really sorry for attempting to persuade you to break him out of his room. “But I have been in here for forever-”

“You’ve been in here for a week, and no longer” you laughed.

“Well, that’s beside the point. I would very much like to no longer be in my rooms. I guess that I could take Grey Wind for a walk instead if you would prefer.” You felt his eyes shift from where your hands were lying on the bed to study your face. You allowed yourself a deep sigh before meeting his questioning gaze and nodding once. The smile on his face was enough to make you forget that spending your day practicing your needlepoint was the last thing in Westeros that you wanted to do.

You had been clumsily attempting to embroider the Stark Family Sigil on a handkerchief. You had done it many, many times before, but after not practicing from so long, your stitches were clumsy and it looked nothing like the direwolves that you loved. Grey Wind was sitting calmly at Robb’s feet, a lazy smile in his eyes. It was almost as if your favorite direwolf could sense your growing discomfort, and Grey Wind showed no sign of sympathy for you, choosing to nap lazily near Robb’s chair instead of coming to entertain you. Robb was content, sitting beside Sansa and working away at a design. You were growing antsy, wishing that you were tucked away in the library or laughing with Arya in the courtyard while she practiced with her sling shot. After an incident a few years ago, you were allowed nowhere near her favorite weapon, but nevertheless, Arya did love an audience.  

You glanced around the room to see that you weren’t the only one whose project was not coming along as planned. Most of the girls in the room seemed to have more interest in Robb’s presence than their assigned work. You were hopeful that they were simply intrigued by a new presence in the room, as opposed to being interested in your dearest friend.

You had tried your best to be attentive, but after a few hours, all that you had to show for yourself was half of a sloppily completed Stark Sigil. You sat your pitiful attempt at needlework beside you, resolving to work on it later. You met Robb’s eyes from across the circle, and you would have known that twinkle in his eyes anywhere. He was proud of himself. And when he showed you the needlework that you had thought was going to be a clumsy mess to reveal a beautifully sewn rose. Sansa announced that it was time for tea, but you were rooted to your seat. Robb came to sit by your side, sliding the needlepoint into your hands.

“I thought that you might like to keep that.” He said with a bit of a chuckle. “I will never live it down if Theon and Jon were to find out that I somehow managed to needlepoint a rose.”

You ran your fingers over the soft thread for a moment before asking “How did you manage such a beautiful rose? Lord knows that you’ve never picked up a needle in your life.”

“You know that I am a naturally talented person.” Robb said, only managing to keep a straight face for a few moments before throwing his head back, allowing a full-bodied laugh to echo around the room.

After a few moments, silence swallowed the room again, leaving you alone with Robb and your racing thoughts. After the past few days, you weren’t so sure that those two things were the best combination that you could have ended up encountering.

The two of you sat in silence for a long moment, before you glanced down at your hands, which had somehow already found each other while resting on the bench. You took a few moments to relax, basking in the warm sun of the early afternoon. It was an unusually warm day in Winterfell, and you could tell that Robb would have much rather been spending it out in the woods.

“I truly am sorry that you are all cooped up in the castle, you know.” you said, resting your head on Robb’s shoulder as he traced circles on the back of your hand.

“I know that it isn’t your fault, but I would give anything to take Grey Wind hunting today. You know that he loves to run in this kind of weather.”

“I know. But everyone is telling you that you need to rest.” You glanced up at him, grateful that he was focused on watching the light dancing on the windowpane. “Maybe you should think about listening to them.”

“Maybe they should think about listening to me.” Robb was holding in a laugh, knowing that him grabbing his side in pain was not going to help the case that he was trying to make. “I think that I have been on bed rest for long enough to justify a day trip.” Robb didn’t pause long enough for you to protest. “We wouldn’t even have to hunt. Grey Wind could come with us, just you, me, a small picnic. I’m going crazy stuck inside all day.”

“I don’t think that you getting onto a horse is the best thing that you could do for your side, Robb.” He was breaking you down, bit by bit, and if you didn’t find an excuse to say no, he was going to get his way.

“We wouldn’t even have to take the horses. The pond isn’t that far away, we could manage the walk, and I could do with the fresh air.” His eyes were lit up

“Robb, I don’t think that this is a very good idea.”

“I just want to make it up to you.” Robb was getting frustrated.

“I know that you want to make it up to me, but there is really nothing that you need to make up for. The best thing that you can do for me is to stay in bed, and to get better. That is all that I really want.”

The two of you were so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear Sansa coming in to inform the two of you that the tea was getting cold. However, she stopped short when she saw that the two of you still had not moved. Needless to say, the two of you did not make it to tea that day.

You can read Part 6 here!

anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop


  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”


  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 


  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 


  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 


  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
taehyung scenario | 364 days dead

Originally posted by jeonyween

prompt: I’m a ghost that haunts you, but somehow we became friends and now there’s a full on prank war going on???

pairing: ghost taehyung x reader

requested by anon | 1.1k words | fluff, angst

When you first saw Taehyung you screamed.

That didn’t surprise him. Most humans react that way when they first see a ghost. What surprised him was what happened afterwards.

Rather than turning and running away, you had stayed in place, giving yourself a second to recover, and then asked, “Excuse me… but what are you doing in my house?”

It was then that Taehyung fell in love.

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Meant to Be (7)

Meant to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 723

Warnings: None yet!

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: BUCKY TAGLIST, PERMANENT TAGLIST, AND MEANT TO BE TAGLIST ARE CLOSED. I will add the tags later tonight but I just needed to put this out today.

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Average age of the men in OW (Not counting Winston and Zen): 44,2

Average age of the women in OW (not counting Orisa): 32/33  

(this even includes Mei as 39/40, the age she should be after 9 years in the ice, her bio isn’t listing them however so the average for the women is actually even less)

If you wanna talk about misogyny and ageism in OW then how about you criticise the source material and creators that keep all women  except 1 in the age where it’s excuseable to draw and model them like they are in their 20′s 

deh apartment hcs

so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??

(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)

(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)


  • ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
  • it would probably be like a medium size ya know
  • white walls.
  • lots of white walls.
  • and there would be like really pretty marble countertops 
  • her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
  • in a pattern tho
  • like a cute pottery barn one
  • OH
  • she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
  • like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
  • anyway
  • idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif 
  • but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
  • like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
  • (except for zoe)
  • (zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
  • but it would be like 
  • “hello who is this?”
  • “alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
  • “… ok then what’s your middle name”
  • “aLANA”
  • but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
  • so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
  • like she would pick out furniture at age six
  • (her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
  • and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
  • like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
  • “hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
  • (i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
  • i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
  • yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice


  • her apartment would be rad okay
  • i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
  • not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
  • what am i even saying
  • okay
  • so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
  • like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
  • but yellow specifically
  • she just seems like a yellow person
  • she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
  • wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
  • like when everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
  • evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
  • connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
  • there’s no in between
  • alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
  • or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
  • a w 
  • jared would just draw memes 
  • i think we can all agree on that one
  • but annyyywwayy
  • she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
  • like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
  • or garage sales
  • and get the cutest stuff 
  • her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
  • l o t s of tapestries
  • don’t fight me on this
  • it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
  • (but she would for sure have a few of those too)
  • it would be like really cool unique stuff
  • lots of maps of the world
  • tie dye
  • ya kniw
  • they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
  • she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
  • and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room 
  • all pics of her frands and stuff
  • awwww zoe
  • she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
  • (btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
  • (but anyway)
  • like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
  • so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
  • and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
  • ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff


  • evan’s apartment would be v small
  • he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
  • (but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place) 
  • he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
  • he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
  • (ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
  • (i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
  • his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
  • bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
  • but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
  • (uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
  • he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
  • and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
  • he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
  • like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
  • and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
  • and it would encourage him to keep going
  • wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
  • ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
  • he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
  • like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
  • but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
  • (idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
  • but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
  • he would have s o many succulents
  • he would name them all
  • aaaaaaaAaAAAA
  • and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
  • even though it was small he really loved his apartment
  • bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
  • so it was like his baby
  • yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!


  • connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
  • like everything would be super super high quality and nice 
  • he would so have a recliner chair
  • you know the one i’m talking about okay
  • and he would spend most of his time in there
  • even though he def has a huge nice sectional
  • (btw most of his furniture is black)
  • when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
  • but even always wanted to cuddle
  • so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee
  • connor just scooched over
  • and evan was like “??”
  • but just went over to him
  • and they were kinda squished but they loved it 
  • bc they were so close to eachother
  • but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
  • his kitchen would be p nice too
  • like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
  • but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
  • (btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
  • his room would be nice
  • he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
  • omg evan would l o v e his bed
  • like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
  • (plus connor’s bed also has connor)
  • (anywho)
  • his walls would be like a greyish blue color
  • but his furniture would still be all black
  • he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
  • and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
  • at all times
  • partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
  • but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
  • and he always ends up loosing them
  • oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB
    like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies 
  • and the water pressure is a plus
  • and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
  • (i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
  • but connor would spend SO much time there
  • so would evan tbh
  • so yeh


  • ok guys
  • hear me out on this one
  • but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
  • like,,, actually very nice
  • they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
  • the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
  • they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
  • but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk
  • because this place was nice
  • like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
  • (which wasn’t saying much but still)
  • he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
  • they would all have their own that they used
  • and his tv would be poppin okay
  • he would have his old wii hooked up to it
  • and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
  • jared always insisted on being wario
  • for the Memes™
  • he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
  • and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
  • (i’m looking at u connor)
  • and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
  • but anyway
  • his room would b supa cool
  • he would have a really nice bed
  • omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w  h e r e
  • like everywhere
  • little to no wall space for anything elsee
  • every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
  • hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
  • he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
  • that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
  • he would have a tv in his room
  • not as good as his one in the living room but still
  • he has two tvs what even jared
  • that’s where he would put his xbox
  • and he would game all night man
  • ah i love jared sm

ok that’s it hope u enjoyed ahhahah

My Opinion on Maven Calore

I have wanted to get this of my chest for a while. If you don’t want to read that’s okay, but it might be worthwhile! If you read the whole thing then you are definitely my friend :) Without further ado: 

I fell for Maven Calore, just like Mare Barrow did in Red Queen. I did not immediately fall in love with Marecal at “Thief, Obviously”, and that I think is okay even though most of the fandom did. I was conflicted because at the time, I truly did believe Maven was with the scarlet guard and that Cal wasn’t. Yet Cal was still incredibly kind and sweet to Mare  Then we all know what happened, and I was incredibly angry with Maven and could not comprehend what had happened. 

Throughout Glass Sword, I felt like Mare did, falling more in love with Cal but then also missing a boy that never really existed. But then King’s Cage caused even more heartbreak! I tried so hard to separate the dream and the reality. King’s Cage gave us more insight into how twisted Maven truly is. As someone who suffers depression and anxiety, it often feels like there are two versions of me in my head. One that isolates and self deprecates, and another that tells me to be kind to myself. The fact that Maven truly does not know what is him and what is what Elara constructed is devastating. He has grown up with endless mental and probably physical abuse from his mother. He never felt like he was good enough, that he was a shadow, and I personally know how difficult it is to feel like you are not enough. He is constantly battling so many parts of himself, the desperation and confusion must be terrifying. He admitted to Mare in the bathtub scene that he knows it is his fault that they aren’t together. He shows regret in his eyes when he is marrying Iris. 

I also think the reason why Mare understands him so much is because they are really similar in personality in how they deal with pain and fear. When Maven scratches his hands to inflict physical pain, Mare recognizes that in herself as a substitute for mental pain. Both of them hate each other but no matter how hard they try they can’t let each other go. Their twisted love is so toxic. Like Mare said, if she was raised by someone like that, what would she become? What was Maven supposed to be? Mare could easily become a monster too, and often fears she already is one. Both have murdered. Both are broken. Just imagine if you loved someone, then killed them by accident, then loved another yet had that affection butchered and shattered by your own mother .If you were molded  to become someone else’s tool for their desires, to live a fate you never wanted.

I do not excuse Maven’s horrible actions, but my heart breaks for the tragedy he is. When people say Maven should die, etc. I understand where it is coming from. Hell, Mare wants to kill him. She had the chance to, but she couldn’t. She sees all the layers he has and how difficult it is for him to sort through them and find the truth. In his twisted way, he does love Mare, and that love is poison. I think we must remember that he is a brilliant villain, a beautiful tragedy, and very much grey rather than black and white, but still a broken boy. 


Nothing Can Beat Home

Originally posted by black-horse-soul

Bilbo Baggins x Siren!Reader

Length: 1680 words

Warnings: not really, just cute!bilbo and domestic!reader, fem reader?


Hobbits were a simple race, who led very simple lives.

Their needs were little; they like to live close to the earth and nature, taking pride in their grass-covered homes and their gardens. Generally, staying away from the troubles of the ‘big people’ of Middle Earth, as well as large bodies of water (due to hobbits often not being able to swim), was how they kept such happy, simple lives. Hobbits found happiness in the simple pleasures of life. Enjoying good food, drinking good ale, smoking good pipe weed, and joining joyous gatherings were all the luxuries they needed in life.

Fitting into the Shire had been a long and arduous process for you – mostly due to you having to understand the significant physical and cultural differences between the siren people, your people, and the hobbits.

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Rise Up

Chapter Six

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 3045
Warnings: none

Song: Rainbow by Kesha

When you and Steve finally did emerge from the confines of your suite, you walked hand in hand into the common area to find an irate Loki waiting. You knew well in advance he was annoyed as the sparks and surges of his power were tangible on the air.

“I have better things to do than wait on you, (Y/N)!”

“Like what?” you asked, smile smug.

Steve snickered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll be back after the debriefing.” His attention shifted to Loki. “Do not upset her again.”

“Or what, Captain?”

“Or I’ll make what Bruce did to you look like child’s play in comparison.”

Before things could degenerate into a testosterone fuelled pissing contest, you patted Steve’s butt, gave him a look, and sent him on his way. “Go. We’ll be fine.”

“Baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you with far more heat than required.

By the time he was finished you were one nip short of dragging him back to the bed with the rumpled sheets barely cooled from the last time you’d set them on fire. “Go away, Stevie.”

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Happy Birthday to the absolutely incredible @alullabytoleaveby​.  I am late, but it’s not less filled with love for that.  For your birthday I give you, two dorks in love being domestic as hell.


Cas reads the cereal boxes.  The backs of them.  The long, indecipherable lists of the ingredients, and the percent daily calcium intake, and the weird little blurbs on the front with weird cartoon characters; Cas reads them all.  He reads them all painstakingly.   Dean knows this because he has been standing in the cereal aisle, watching Cas read the cereal boxes painstakingly for, he looks down and consults his watch, thirteen minutes and forty-three seconds.  It was cute for two minutes.  Cas had that little furrow between his brows and he was squinting as he read.  There was something just fucking…fucking endearing as shit about Cas giving that much attention to fucking breakfast food.  But Christ, it’s been fucking, Dean looks at his watch again, fourteen and a half minutes, and how long can the guy keep critiquing Tony the goddamn Tiger.  

“Casssssss,” Dean whines, “just pick one already, c’mon.”

Almost in slow motion, Cas lifts his head, looks at Dean, and raises one perfect eyebrow as if to say, “excuse you, foolish mortal.”

Dean blinks, for a moment struck dumb by Cas’ cocked eyebrow and challenging expression, before collecting his thoughts and forcing out an eye roll.

“We’ve been here for fifteen minutes,” he points out, “just grab a box and let’s go.  We don’t have all day.”

Cas’ eye brow ticks a centimeter higher because, no, actually, Dean, we do have all day. He’s gracious enough to not point that out.  Instead, he spreads his arms, Frosted Mini Wheats in one hand, Cocoa Pebbles in the other.  He looks vaguely lordly, loose fitting grey sweater, dark washed jeans, five o’clock shadow, and all.

“Dean,” he begins, “You may not have noticed, but we are standing in an aisle devoted to nothing but cereals—”

Oh shit, Dean thinks, here we go. 

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J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Luthien Tinuviel (Silmarillion, “Of Beren and Luthien”):

“…her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight…and in her face was a shining light.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Elrond (FoTR, “Many Meetings”):

“His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, describing Arwen (FoTR, “Many Meetings”):

“… there sat a lady fair to look upon, so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred. Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no  frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night.”

Now I’m not saying Elrond looks exactly like a male version of the two most beautiful women in the history of Middle Earth except wait yes that’s exactly what I’m saying

and also why do fanartists never portray this in all its imaginative glory I thought you guys were all about reveling in Tolkien’s glorious excuse to draw male elves who are so pretty it hurts, why not the most canon one?

PRODUCE 101 Scenarios 2

Lee Woojin: I’m just like the rest of you guys! I’m grown hyungs!

Kang Daniel: Of course you are. You’re a big boy.

Ong Seungwoo: Totally! *pinches Woojin’s cheeks* Now go to bed its almost 9pm.


[Daehwi after filming episode 5]

Samuel: Do you want to talk about it?

Daehwi: I’m fine, not bothered at all. It’s honestly humbling and I feel grateful just being in the top 11 and this amazing opportunity, seriously hashtag new beginnings. Now excuse me I have to use the restroom.

*five minutes pass and he calls Samuel from the restroom*


[”Why do people vote for JANG Moonbok! I DON’T GET IT?!”]

Episode 1, F rank trainee’s get grey t-shirts, everyone else is really sad about it.

*Moonbok reaction*

Episode 5, Ahn Hyungseop reaction dropping one rank from 5-6th place.

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks.

Title: Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn’t Really Want, Thanks.

Author: @seefin

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 70,458

Era: Post Hogwarts, EWE

Summary: It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.

Comment: I read this fic for the first time months ago, but recently reread it and decided it was about time I sit the fuck down and write my damn thoughts about it. So here I am, and here we are. I’ve fallen in love with this story all over again, to be completely honest, and it truly baffles me how perfect it is; from the characters themselves to the lovely plot, everything is really fucking brilliant. I love how @seefin deals with the aftermaths of the War, and its effects on both Harry and Draco. There’s no glossing over past mistakes, no attempt to make excuses for all the terrible things Draco did and said during his Hogwarts years. We see him working towards being a better person than he ever was, and trying to let go of his prejudices. Harry, on the other hand, is still struggling with the knowledge that he’s able to see the future in his dreams, and what he sees in one of them (hint: it contains a certain grey-eyed devil) doesn’t please him at all. But then he stumbles upon Draco one day, who lives in the Muggle world now (having been banned from the Wizarding society and forbidden to do any magic). They cross paths again, and sweet things happen. I really enjoyed every word, every scene and every dialogue in this fic, down to the last and tiniest detail, and I know with a certainty that I feel deep in my bones that I’ll be rereading it again, and again, and again…


What Do You Have To Lose?

 What’s holding you back? Why haven’t you started? Why did you quit? Why were you worried about failing? Why were you concerned with the opinions of others? Did your pride get in the way of you chasing your dreams? I’d like to ask you one question - what do you have to lose by trying?

So what if you fail? Try again. So what if people project their opinions onto you for trying? Ignore them. So what if it’s hard? Keep in mind why you’re doing it. There are no excuses other than the ones you create for yourself. What do you have to lose by trying?

There are no guarantees in this life other than the fact that it will end. You don’t have the luxury of saying “one day I’ll do it” because you may not live to see that day. We are on a rock flying around a ball of fire in the middle of space - what do you have to lose by trying? 

If you’re lucky enough to live until you’re old and grey you will regret all of those opportunities you didn’t take. Do you want to be haunted by all of those what-ifs and maybe’s? Or would you rather take action today and save yourself the pain of regret? What do you have to lose by trying?

Maybe you don’t feel like it, maybe you’re tired, maybe you’re not inspired - maybe you just don’t want it enough. Only you can decide this for yourself - no one else can tell you what’s right for you. Only you will have to face your reflection in the mirror every day and justify to yourself why you didn’t live the life you wanted to live.

Constructs of the egoic mind such as pride, your reputation and validation from others can be difficult to set aside while chasing your dreams. So, I ask you - what do you have to gain by trying? 

When I focused on what I could gain instead of what I had to lose my whole life changed and I began to pursue my passions. I gained fulfilment, love for myself and a sense of purpose for my life.

Focus on everything you stand to gain, not what you have to lose.

Peace & positive vibes.

How You Met

Originally posted by outerspaceimagines

*** Warning of sexual themes and some language. Hey guys! Let me know if I should continue one or all of these? Or as always feel free to make requests!***


Your feet moved below you at a quickened pace while the wind in the streets blew your hair into your face. It was late January, and the snow on the streets had turned a grungy grey/black combination. The temperature was below freezing and your jacket didn’t do much to help. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck, feeling your nose turning red. You were just about to your bus stop when you heard,

“Excuse me?” A australian accent quipped. You turned around, seeing a tall boy with golden curls jogging towards you, not wearing a coat. He comes to a breathless stop in front of you, rubbing his large hands together. “Hey, I locked myself out, could I borrow your phone?”

“Oh, uh sure…” You stutter. Your heartbeat quickened as your anxiety quirked. What if he just started running the minute you handed it to him? What if he’s a murderer? Your mind races with the thoughts of everything that could go wrong.

He takes the phone from your outstretched hand, quickly dialing an unknown number while you mentally slapped yourself. You were so naive, why didn’t you ask him where his phone was? Everyone has a phone these days. Also, why no coat?

“Hey, Calum- No this is Ashton, dude I’m locked out I need you to come open the door for me… Shit. Okay yeah I can wait. See you soon.” Ashton swears under his breath, hanging up your phone and handing not back to you. You stayed silent, not sure what to do next.

“Thanks,” He smiles politely at you, dimples appearing on both cheeks.

“Y-yeah no problem.” You reply, trying not to overthink. He nods in your direction, rubbing his arms and turning back towards what you assumed to be his apartment.

“Hey!” You yell, jogging towards him, “Do you, maybe want to get a coffee? You look a little cold.” You joke, looking up at him.

“Uh, actually sure. That’d be great,” He replied, giving you half a smile.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You say while leading him the direction you were just walking from.

“Ashton,” He states, reaching out his hand to shake yours. He looks down at your, his face curious. You smile back, slightly amused.

“So Ashton,” You affirmed, “What happened to get locked out of your apartment, with no phone, and no coat?”

He chuckles, the warmth of his breath creating vapor in the air.

“It’s a good story, I promise.”


You crack open your eyes to the sound of an alarm going off somewhere. You sit up slightly and your head pounds warning you that your hangover is worse than you anticipated. You groan, laying back down and rolling over. You feel a warm body next to yours and cuddle closer. Your eyes snap open and your scream, realizing you were not in your bed and you had no idea who that was. You scramble out of the stranger’s bed quickly realizing you were naked. You start pulling for the bed sheets just as the boy does.

“Who are you?!” You project, still playing tug of war with him.

“Who are YOU?!” He yells back, winning the game and wrapping himself in the blankets. You do your best to cover all of your lady parts with your hands, finally taking a look around you. You were definitely not home, the whole place was screaming bachelor pad. The walls were painted a dark grey, and the floors a deep cherry wood, littered with clothes and a few empty beer bottles.

Your eyes searched desperately for your clothes, trying to locate them in this mess of a room.

“Uh, I think they might be in the living room,” The boy rasps, a look of amusement set on his face. This instantly made your face hot as your blood boiled. You stopped trying to cover yourself and gave him a confident smirk, along with the middle finger. You walk out his door and down the hall into the living room.

“Hell-oh shit,” Another boy yelped. You took a quick survey of your surroundings, seeing the boy that screamed and giving him a flirty wink, you look over to a red leather couch and see your bra and shirt. You look over towards the open kitchen, and see your pants and panties on the ground by the counter.

You are suddenly hit with a quick flashback of his head between your legs and your body laying on the kitchen counter. Your face turns hot and you quickly walk over to gather your clothing.

“Excuse me,” The first boy comes out with a pair of pants that hung low on his hips, “Who are you?”

You grabbed your panties, quickly pulling them up and on.

“I am Y/N,” You state blandly, pulling your pants on after.

“Do you… uh, remember what happened last night?” He asks, rubbing the base of his neck. You quickly shake your head no, with a sharp pain you remember you have a hangover. “Shit, uh, I’m Luke. Do you maybe want to stay for breakfast? I can fill you in.” He offers with a sheepish grin.

You pause, looking at him with caution.

“You should stay,” the other boy pipes up from the couch, turning his head from you to luke and back to you.

You take a deep breath before deciding, “Okay…” You slowly agree, “But please tell me you used a condom.”


You sat down in your favorite booth in the back of your favorite cafe, your legs crisscrossed below you and the smell of coffee comforting your every bone. You took a sip of your latte, feeling it travel down your throat and settle in your belly. Your favorite book was opened in front of you, and the sounds of espresso machines drown out any other conversations going on.

You dove into your book, letting it take you away from reality, even for a short moment.

“Hello,” A loud boy slides into the booth across from you. You slowly look up from your book, annoyed that anyone had the nerve to interrupt you. The moment he sees your face, his contorts to a joking cringe.

“I need your opinion.” He states matter of factly, giving you a confident smile. You wondered who in their right mind did this kind of shit. You raise your eyebrows at him, silently telling him to continue while he has your attention.

“Who do you think would win in a fight, me or a black bear?” He asks, his face dead serious.

“Depends on when you’re fighting the bear. If it’s the middle of hibernation you might have a chance but if it’s the middle of summer and you took his honey, yikes…” You state smirking at him. He was kind of cute, with his hair swept to the side and his sparkling green eyes. Maybe if he wasn’t so obnoxious, you might actually want to date him.

“I asked for a helpful opinion, not… whatever that was,” He laughs loudly, drawing attention from other people in the cafe. Your face turns a little red with embarrassment.

“Well if you wanted helpful you should have asked someone who cares.” You laugh with him.

“I’m Michael,” He reaches across the table to shake your hand.

“I’m Y/N” You slowly reach out and shake his hand.

“Can I buy you another cup of coffee?”


You stepped out of your shower delicately, wrapping yourself up in a warm towel. You quickly wiped down the mirror over the sink and looked at yourself, another sob coming up out of you. Your nose was bright red and your eyes were bloodshot. Your wet hair clung to your neck and the bruises on your skin had turned into a deep purple blue color. You walked out of the bathroom, going into your room and changing into sweatpants and your favorite sweatshirt. You piled your damp hair on top of your head and made your way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, your hands shaking as you poured yourself a glass.

Calum sat in bed trying to keep his attention on the book in front of him, but he kept hearing the girl next door to him sobbing. He knew her bathroom was right next to his bedroom, he could hear her electric toothbrush every morning at 7AM. The walls were extremely thin and he could hear everything. He had heard her crying every day for a week now, and couldn’t stand the thought of not helping in some way. He gathered all of his courage and started getting dressed to see if she needed a knight in shining armor tonight.

He walked into the hall nervous, his hands fidgeting. He stood outside her door for a few minutes before finding the courage to knock three times.

You jump, letting out a small yelp when hear three loud knocks at your door. Looking at your clock on the wall you wonder who would be knocking on your door at 10:30 PM. You pad over to the door, looking out your peep hole and seeing a boy with dark hair and his hands stuffed in his pocked waiting outside. You couldn’t see his face, but he didn’t look dangerous so you unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“Hello,” You acknowledge. His attention quickly turns from the floor to you and he gives an awkward smile.

“Hi, I’m Calum,” He claims, “And, uh… Listen we have really thin wall, and I hear you crying in the shower like every night, are you okay?”  He blurts, looking at you with concern. Your face turns a deep crimson with embarrassment.

“I-uh fuck, I’m sorry.” You expressed, not knowing what to do.

“Can I come in?” He asks boldly. You look at him quizzically, trying to decipher his demeanor.

“Are you a murderer?” You ask, trying to look at him in a way that would convey that you could totally fight off a murderer.  

“No,” he chuckles, “Look, this is the key to my apartment,” he fishes it out of his pocket, showing you one that looked just like yours but with apartment number painted on it.

“Okay… I’m Y/N by the way.” You say letting him step in. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

Like A Glove

Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)/OC. For Anon: You and him were together but you couldn’t trust him to be a one-woman man and ended things. He gets drunk and interrupts your date, almost beating the shit out of the guy who did nothing wrong except touch your arm, and you end up letting him sleep it off on your couch. Come morning when he’s sober, you two reconcile and smut.

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anonymous asked:

That little fic you wrote was so good. Have more confidence in your ability to write because you can xx Could you write a little fic about them cooking something together, and Aaron being basically useless so Robert relegates him to being the stirrer and washer upper :)

without breaking eggs

“No, Aaron! Fold it in!”

“I am folding!”

“No you’re stirring, there is a difference! Stop being so inept!”

“Don’t be a dick, Rob.”

Robert’s not quite sure how they got here; their lives used to be full of angry sex in high class hotels, biting words and glares from across the crowded pub. But here they are now.

It’s early Sunday afternoon, Aaron’s hair is still sleep soft, curls almost wrapping around his forehead, the creases from his pillow still faint on the side of his cheek. Neither have bothered to change out of their pyjamas, Liv at a sleepover with Gabby, so theres no one here to judge Robert for wearing Aaron’s hoodie when his husband is right next to him, he isn’t a “soppy bastard”, no matter what Liv says. 

It’s dim outside, grey clouds are covering probably the entirety of Yorkshire, a perfect excuse to stay inside and do nothing.

Aaron’s idea of doing nothing is having sex on the sofa, and then in the bath and then maybe again in their actual bed, then watching ‘Top Gear’ reruns until nightfall and falling asleep on the sofa.

Robert’s idea is to make a soufflé. Of course it is.

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morning star

for: @cece2046
pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger
words: 7,116 (but uh…keep in mind…it’s a one shot)
world: alternate timeline, post-war
a/n: it’s long as heck because i like suffering. 

“Draco,” Hermione greeted, glancing at him before looking down at the post stacked in her inbox.

He waited as she checked in with her assistant, patient as ever and content to appreciate the view of her bum in her plum color skirt as he waited. He’d taken to dropping by in the afternoon, when he knew she’d be out of her robes, half warn out from by the Minister and his never-ending shit storm. She was easier on him then, and receptive of the mindless banter he looked forward to.

When she clutched her mail to her chest, he lifted an apple from the fruit bowl he was next to and tossed it into the air, waiting for her to turn toward him before smirking.

 “Don’t you have anything else to do?” She questioned, unknowingly telling him what type of mood she was in. In what was obviously playful exhaustion, she asked, “Do you have to hang around here this afternoon?”

“This is certainly the highlight of what is a very drab existence, Granger,” he told her, putting the apple back down. He observed his nails as she said, “But, I sat in on a few meetings this morning, and I’m here on business, I’m afraid.”

She eyed him disbelievingly, leaning on Laurel’s desk. “Uh huh,” she drew her hand over her hair, twisting a loose curl back into her bun.

“Haven’t I always delivered?”

“Someone certainly does,” she commented, and he laughed as Laurel snorted. “It’s just unbelievable to me that they continue to allow you to waltz around here unchecked.”

“Well,” he shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an equal opportunity haunt.”

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roselinproductions  asked:

I don't understand why so many writers choose to make their romantic leads abusers. It's completely possible for a character to be not a great person but a caring partner, or a decent person but a bad partner. There's no need to go so far as making them abusive. They can be morally grey without crossing that line!

Ummmmm?? ExPARdon me?

How exactly is someone supposed to write a HOT and ALLURING male character without making him also DANGEROUS and an absolute shithead who treats the protag like garbage????

How ELSE do you suppose one could write him to have questionable morals and hidden motivatons aside from making him into an asshole and then excusing his actions when it’s time to bone hMMMMmmm???

Why MY GOOD SIR I do not believe you can write at all!! Indeed it would seem that you are but a FOULE,,, a simpleton – not true ARTISTE who knows how to craft interesting and – frankly – UHmazing characters for the reader to swoon over!

Run along now, pleb, and let the TRUE MASTERS OF STORYTELLING continue their work undisturbed, lest your childlike innocence and inexperience ruins romance for ALL of us!