and i had to leave a bunch of stuff out which was disappointing too

2tired2care  asked:

Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.

(now also on AO3!)

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Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.

It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.

“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”

That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”

The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”

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High school reunion AU for @zimmbitty who planted the idea in my head. I hope my loss sleep makes you happy.

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An AU where Jack and Bitty happened to go to the same high school for maybe a year or two. (Here their age difference is around 3 years.)

How you ask? Coach is filling in temporarily maybe not as a Football coach but in some other position. It doesn’t matter *waves hands to misdirect from possible plot holes* just go with it…

Bitty is still into figure skating and in this high school, they have an actual ice skating ring in the premises!!!

And his skating lessons are usually before the hockey team plays. At first, he avoids the team but slowly realises they didn’t really care what he did so long as he left the ice on time.

Then Bitty started watching the practices and hockey looked kind of fun, (if you ignored the checking…) and maybe if he got into hockey he and Coach would have more stuff in common to talk about.

So one day after hockey practice is over, Bitty sneaks back into the ice with a broken hockey stick he found in the dumpster and put back together with duct tape and a flatted out can, and starts trying to get a hang of how the sport works.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] | Previous Part | Part Four | Next Part

Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.


Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.


When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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heartbeat

Title: Heartbeat
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Public shenanigans, minor daddy kink, shades of fuckboy Tyler, fluffy Josh, all kinds of stuff (and it’s only gonna get worse from here)
A/N: The sugar daddy fic has arrived. This is PAINFULLY long (8k words, god help me) This is part one of (probably) four/five parts. I’m super hyped about this, but I’m concerned it’s gonna be shit, lmfao. Anyway, I hope you guys don’t totally hate this.

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No Regrets (Part 8)

Hey… I’ve kept you waiting - I know! - but I really needed to read this over a couple of times and I’m finally happy with it so here you go!

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved how much feedback I received from you lot! Nothing motivates me more than to hear your thoughts on my writing - keep it coming!

Need to catch up? Here’s PART 7 or NO REGRETS MASTERLIST




You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.

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kekerockinrobin  asked:

Can I request a smut based off song Who Do You Love by Mariana's Trench where you & yoongi starts off as enemies for some reason when he's really in love with you & one day you two are left along for the day & you have a fight leading to sexy time

This was quite interesting to write since I’ve never written something with this type of plot line, so I hope you enjoy!~
- Devi ^_-

[WARNING: Explicit Content]

who do you love? {smut/angst}

Word Count: 3741


At some point in our lives, we all come across at least one person whom we cannot stand, and for what reason? That’s what’s unknown. See, our instincts are more capable than our minds seem to let us believe, and sometimes said instincts just KNOW when there’s something about someone that’s offputting even if your mind cannot rationalize it. Some people just make us angry simply for existing, without really transgressing against us. There was one in your life too. His name was Min Yoongi. 

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In Another Life

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: AU
Genre: Mostly fluff/comfort.
Prompt: 5 times Linstead met before Jay joined the unit

A/N: I realize this might not be what you meant with this prompt, but hell, I had fun with it. I hope you enjoy it too!

P.S: Reviews make me happy, and when I’m happy, my muse is happy, and when my muse is happy… You all know what happens. More fics ;)

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My RDC3 Weekend

This is more than anything a post to thank everyone that helped me through this weekend. My anxiety was worse than I hoped it would be but maybe better than it could have been I guess? By that I mean I only had one panic attack and it passed quickly thanks to the fannibals who helped me. For me it was both bad and good but the bad was all consistently part of, or result of, my anxiety, and hopefully outweighed by the good 💖

I want to thank especially @idontfindyouthatinteresting for being my con buddy and keeping me sane! New friend @byronicwoman who is just one of the nicest most supportive people I’ve met and I am so grateful for that. And @drjlecter for all the hugs which helped me through! But also everyone who was there for me at different times with hugs and distractions when my anxiety was peaking and more generally that I got to meet and hang out with! @strangestorys @redfivewritingby @churchescollapsing @wiith-my-hands @fragile-teacup @pka42 @weconqueratdawn @wrathofthestag @theseavoices @apoptoses @the-winnowing-wind @existingcharactersdiehorribly and a whole bunch of others not all on tumblr or whose tumblr names I have forgotten because I have a serious problem with names and faces so adding online handles this weekend has pretty much blown my mind 😳

So my weekend in brief(ish): 

Fannibals: I spent a lot of the time dealing with my anxiety, hiding in room and crying lots. BUT ALSO - forcing myself out to meet other Fannibals and being all the better for it. Between being crippled by anxiety and often swinging into being hyper to cope, it was all pretty exhausting and I’m so thankful for everyone’s support. I’m sorry if I came over as weird or awkward with anyone, it can be difficult for me to interact sometimes. Massive apologies to those I didn’t manage to get to meet or only briefly 😔

I had some wonderful conversations with various peeps about rarepairs which I will post about another time. And I may have spent too much time hugging people, especially @weconqueratdawn whilst trying (often unsuccessfully) not to cry too much over Quicksilver and what this series means to me 💖

I was pretty overwhelmed by the fact that almost every Fannibal I talked to had read my stuff and were “fans” *blushes* 🙊🙊🙊. The reactions I got when asked for my tumblr or ao3 handle were mind blowing for me. I’m sorry if I came across as ungracious at all, I was just surprised and overwhelmed (on top of the anxiety) but thank you all for the kind words. So pleased to forward that love and joy onto @slashyrogue @hotsauce418 @victorineb and @tcbook when people squeed not only about our little group challenge but also about them as well. The amount of people who fangirled to me over Slashy everytime I mentioned her gives me so much life!! Hotty your smut is loved and people need more Slick series. Vic your writing is loved and your unwavering support of writers by consistent and thoughtful comments is appreciated and never goes unnoticed. Cata your art is loved and has made so many people’s day! 

I didn’t hang around much in the evenings and I’m sorry I didn’t make it to any disco, I just couldn’t do it despite my best intentions. But I did go to the Fannibal Musical and it was amazing! Wonderfully put together, especially considering this was an international project, and the every single song choice was genius. I took some photos and clips (which are on my twitter) as I had a great view - I also filmed the finale, including Hugh’s reaction to the alt ending!

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Matt’s still awake when he gets the text - in fact, it cuts off Dan’s dissection of their latest game mid-mumble. They’re tangled together in Matt’s bed, taking advantage of having an empty dorm room.

Matt gropes for his phone on the floor beside the bed, blinking at the harsh light of the screen. It’s from Neil:

Can you com get me Andrew’s sleepin and I’m too drunk. 

“What’s happening?” Dan murmurs, her heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly. A year ago, she would have already been halfway to damage-control-mode, but times have changed. It’s really something to see her look so relaxed, miles away from the dedicated drive and determination she has to present to the world day after day.

“Neil’s been drinking,” Matt says, showing her the text. She smiles as she reads it, mouth curving up.

“His spelling,” she points out, because Neil would never deign to use anything other than perfect English even in a text. When he’s sober, anyway. “You better go rescue him.”

No one had been surprised that Andrew turned down an invitation to party with the Vixens. That Neil agreed to go without him - ignoring the teasing about making use of empty dorm rooms - was more surprising. He hadn’t seemed to think anything of it, though Matt had caught the two of them murmuring in the hall when he’d stuck his head out to farewell the party-goers. 

The two of them were so subtle, but they didn’t need to touch for Neil’s expression to give them away. And Matt had never cared to observe Andrew before last year, but Neil wasn’t the only one with tells if you looked carefully.

“Guess so,” Matt says now, untangling them. Halfway through he has to kiss Dan, so comfortable in his bed, drinking in her tiny mmhm. “You going back to your room?”

“Nah,” she replies. “I’m warm.”

“You’re hot,” Matt informs her, and gets a quick pinch in the side for his troubles. “Hey! Don’t damage the merchandise, lady.”

“Get out of here,” Dan tells him, pushing him off the bed with a laugh. Matt takes his clothes off the floor and puts them back on - it might save him from the inevitable glare from Aaron, resident clean freak, later. Potentially from jokes from Nicky, too. 

“See you in a bit,” he says, earning him a sleepy hum as he shoves his feet into his shoes and his wallet and keys into his pockets. He locks the door behind him.

It’s after 1AM on a Friday night, but there are plenty of people in various stages between sober and drunk around the Tower. Matt skips aside to avoid a bunch of field hockey girls teetering in their high heels, arms about shoulders in rows so they block the entire footpath in the parking lot. 

He has to hit the brakes of the truck once on the way to avoid killing half of PSU’s soccer team, but he makes it to the strip of bars and restaurants without any other issues. He drives slowly with his eyes peeled, and slows more when he catches sight of a familiar pair of auburn and blonde heads.

Neil’s waiting on the curb with his feet in the gutter and his phone curled in his lap. Allison is standing over him, arms crossed. They both look up when Matt pulls in next to them, but Neil is the only one to grin broadly at the sight of him.

Matt feels warm at that look. It’s a rare one, and probably related to excess consumption of alcohol, but he values those smiles more than he can really say.

“Matt!” Neil greets when he opens the door, drowning out Allison’s muttered thank God.

“Hi, Neil,” Matt replies. “Hi, Allison.”

Allison points at Neil, and then at Matt. “He’s your problem now.”

She’s tipsy enough that her chilly tone doesn’t quite cover the affection in her expression. Matt says, “Thanks Allison.”

“Thanks Allison,” Neil chirps, turning a big-eyed look on her. Without the grin he looks about fifteen years old. It’s stupidly endearing.

She waves the two of them off and turns back to the bar, where the door guys wave her straight in like the queen she is. Meanwhile, Neil sprawls into the passenger seat of the truck. Drinking seems to have robbed him of his stoicism as well as his usual precise athleticism, because he gives Matt the same doe-eyes he just gave Allison.

“Thanks for picking me up,” he says. “I know you were probably…I mean, you and Dan…”

He goes bright red like he’s just realised what he’s implying. Matt knows that Neil and Andrew have done stuff - Neil’s words - thanks to another drunken conversation concerning Matt’s concern about Neil’s happiness, but sometimes it really doesn’t seem like it.

“That’s okay, Neil,” Matt says. It’s the first time he’s really dealt with Neil drunk while he’s been sober, but he can’t say he minds it, especially when Neil squeaks out, “Sorry,” and then shuts up. 

He’s quiet on the way back, which is almost enough to convince Matt he isn’t that drunk until he nearly falls on his face tripping on the curb. After that, Matt keeps him close enough to catch him before he bruises himself and earns Matt a bruise of his own from Andrew for damaging him. 

Up on the Foxes’ floor, Neil leads the way to the suite he shares with Andrew and Kevin and then stops short in front of the door to stare at it in consternation. “Oh no.”

“What?” Matt asked, mildly alarmed by deeply disappointed expression that has swept over Neil’s face. He thinks for a second that Neil is going to say something about Andrew telling him not to come back drunk.

“I gave Nicky my keys,” Neil replies. “Whoops.”

He honest-to-God giggles. Matt nearly chokes trying to hold back his own laughter, not least because people might be sleeping, and doesn’t quite succeed.

“You can sleep on my couch,” he suggests, voice strained with it. 

Neil’s giggle stops abruptly, and he frowns, his brow pinching.

“Yeah,” he drags out like he really wants to say no - and then, “Oh!”

The door has swung open. Andrew is standing in the doorframe with his usual bored expression, the TV on but muted over his shoulder. He doesn’t look at all like he’s been sleeping.

Neil says, “Hi.” There’s no trace of laughter or tipsy humour in his voice, but there’s plenty of other things. He slides past Andrew in the doorway, and Matt doesn’t miss Andrew’s hand reaching up to the small of his back.

It’s barely a touch. That means nothing, because the look Neil turns on Andrew makes it seem like he’s hung every single star in the sky. And Matt would never claim that he knows Andrew all that well, but he knows what it means to have someone look like that at you when you’re a Fox. 

Andrew’s expression might be the nearest thing to totally unreadable, but Matt has been watching him for a little while now. Andrew has a tell, and it’s his palm on Neil’s back.

“Go wash up,” Andrew says, his hand falling back to his side when Neil goes.

Once Neil has wandered from sight, Andrew turns and levels Matt with a look. It’s bored and implies nothing like thank you - he seems to be wondering exactly why Matt is still here. And that’s fine.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Matt tells him, and does just that. After all, Dan is waiting for him, and Neil is safe in Andrew’s care.

He’s back in bed when he gets the second text. It’s okay, I’m home now. Perfectly spelled, but an equally perfect indication that Neil is still utterly wasted. 

Chuckling quietly to himself, Matt sends back ik, I’m the one who picked u up. Tell Andrew he’s welcome. Because it’s just too easy, and he can’t wait for Neil’s embarrassed and hungover expression tomorrow.

Guys My Age (Pt.2)

Originally posted by lunatic-analiila

(Pt.1| Pt.2 | Pt.3)

Author’s Note: This is the second part of this fic, inspired by Hey Violet’s Guys My Age! Thank you for those who love the first part. I’m very grateful and humbled of and by your support. As I have noted in the first part, this is not entirely like the song. Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if Percival Graves is also OOC here lol. Feedbacks are welcome!

Rated: M

Word Count: 2722 (Sorry if it’s really long)

Tagging: @magiccassian @elvishflower @perfect-poisons @finnyisbored @cathybarry @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins @fifty-shades-of-graves @colinnfarrell @percysgraves @lunabell39 @seasons-gredence @sportivetricks @shetasteslikeseasaltrainbows (And I’m sorry if there are other fans whom I forgot to tag!)


After the first day of the investigation was over, you were heading back to your apartment by your own, without anybody accompanying in a cold, snowy evening. The clock hovering by the street showed how late it was. As an Auror, who had done good job of delivering new task from your boss, Percival Graves, and fearful work of investigating these dark wizards, especially they were possibly Grindelwald’s followers, which was to be feared as the rate of being endangered along with your people and setting up a war between No-Majs and wizards were considerably high.

Today’s work had only touched the surface, which was fortunate for the present moment as it hadn’t gone too dangerous but you couldn’t risk to be harmed just because you didn’t build up your guard, which was high level of awareness. So, despite how exhausted you were to your spine, you had to endure of being aware of your environment, at least for this state.

Once you had arrived in your apartment, you rushed to your bedroom and checked out outside’s view to make sure of everything alright. When you lied yourself on your bed, you began thinking about your ex again and his letter. In the time of running your mission, you were distracted from the thoughts of him but now, you were not occupied by any activity.

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Imagine being partners with Sonny

Imagine being partners with Sonny

“Surprise!” Sonny cheered, from behind you before leaning over you and placing a cupcake smack in the middle of your desk.

You looked at the cupcake suspiciously, it was your favorite flavor from yours and Sonny’s favorite place. You narrowed your eyes at it before turning and looking up at Sonny with wide eyes and a confused expression.

“Sonny…What is this for?” You questioned, cautiously, purposely not touching it.

“It’s for our anniversary,” He said as if it obvious.

“No, did I forget again? I put a reminder on my phone.” You sighed disappointed, slumping in your chair, “I swore that our anniversary was in March.”

“No, not our dating anniversary.” He corrected chuckling.

“Then what?” You asked confused yet again.

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Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) Chapter Thirteen

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 13/24

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

Word count: 240,000+

Updates: Sunday

Thanks so much to @botanistlester for betaing this giant monster, as she’s been super helpful and encouraging with her little comments and endless excitement. We couldn’t have done it without you <3

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil

For reference, @snowbunnylester is Phil, @ineverhadmyinternetphase is Dan

Hey guys! I just wanted to make a quick note at the top of this chapter. There’s been a lot of… backlash and comments regarding the previous chapter of this fic, and it’s been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for both me and @ineverhadmyinternetphase. We’d like to address a few of these things here.

1. We promised/warned at the beginning of this fic that the rating would never go over pg-13. There will never be an overabundance of nsfw content other than implied and a little bit of nudity. This is down to a few things. I am ace flux, which means that I experience every form of asexuality at different levels at different times. There are days where I am completely repulsed, and days when I am fine, but I am always asexual. Julia, meanwhile, is always sex repulsed. This means that, as a duo, we made the decision to never write anything more than implied smut, particularly as that is something Julia is completely against, and I understand her completely as I have days where I am completely against it as well. I would like to reassure our readers who were worried we’d change the rating or include nsfw that this will never happen, while also informing those readers who are disappointed by this why we choose to keep the rating at pg-13. If this is a deal breaker for you, we apologize, but we will not be changing the rating at any time.

2. The entire debate/fight over Phil being a bottom has extremely upset me. I talked a lot about it on my blog, but essentially, I just want to say that both Julia and I feel that sex isn’t about power, but about mutuality, and affection, and that is why, as you will see, Dan and Phil share a very versatile lifestyle in this fic. Please don’t attack us for choosing to write them in this way; there is nothing wrong with preferring Phil as a top, but there is something wrong in attacking the others for doing something that defies the norm in the phandom.

3. Please do not go to Julia (@ineverhadmyinternetphase) regarding anything that has to do with the implied nsfw content of this fic. I’m super sex repulsed most of the time, so anything to do with asking for smut/nsfw content makes me want to throw up. Feel free to come chat to me about literally anything else though, including why I want to write fics that don’t have nsfw themes (there’s a whole bunch of acearo goodness in that answer xD)

4. We will never write any scene outside of this fic that is nsfw as a side chapter or a bonus chapter etc… This is because this makes Julia incredibly uncomfortable to think of her characters as doing nsfw things in general outside of the implied stuff we did write, and it makes me uncomfortable to even consider writing something without my co author for our co-authored fic, if that makes sense.

5. Please read this post, in regards to some of the unfriendly comments we have been receiving in some ways.

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Chapter Thirteen

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too busy dreaming of jumping on your...

Ethan Nestor x fem!reader

*NSFW*

is there another word for the “we’re dating kind of sort of but no one knows so our only choice is to have car dates and car sex” trope??

lyric that inspired all of this: boy you’re so sexy/just like a cadillac/just come and get me/cos i can’t hold it back/people on the street watch us in the back seat, oh

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Puzzles, Promises, and Paws

(Unfinished Sterek fic with Fox!Stiles. I used elements of this in a different fic in the end, so this one became abandoned.)
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Typical. It’s just typical.

When things happen around Stiles, they usually happen in tandem. One thing leads to another thing, that leads to something else, that leads to another really big, annoying thing that Stiles does not want to deal with. Basically, his life is one big Rube Goldberg Machine with twenty different parts all smashing into each other in a very Mouse-Trap-esk way that usually ends with him—the mouse—trapped under a plastic net.

Or, you know, locked up with chains in yet another creepy basement.

Is it weird that he’s glad it’s witches instead of crazy Hunters this time?

“This is really, super pointless, you know.”

The witches look up from their witchy-muttering and scowl without comment. Yes, this is about the tenth time he’s managed to catch their attention by saying just about the same thing. He actually has no clue why they even bother looking up anymore, but it’s funny and maybe delaying his inevitable death.

“You’re not going to get any information from me,” he says, trying a different track.

One of the older witches sighs, dropping her head down like she just can’t.

“I am starting to think we have made a mistake,” she murmurs to the others, sending the younger three into a babble of promises about how they did get it right, the boy is just being difficult. Which, hell yeah he’s being difficult, theirs a bunch of witches being creepy in a basement with him.

The eldest, not looking convinced at all, gestures to Stiles with clear distaste, “He has not accepted the craft into his bosom.”

“Whoooaa… ” Stiles shakes his head. “Whoa—okay, no, you’re right, I have not. For one thing, I don’t have bosoms to accept crafts into. For another, i’m not that into pipe cleaners and glitter glue, so, you know.”

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Meeting Jack Maynard, Part 1

-Not my gif-

-Meeting Jack Maynard out clubbing–

It was a late night and your friend decided to take you out to town. You had just gone through a rough breakup so she wanted you to get over it by going out to hopefully get “distracted”.

Before heading out it took you a good 40 minutes just to decide on what to wear. Finally you decided on wearing your scandalous black dress which was cut short and showed off some of your cleavage. It wasn’t your favourite dress but you thought it would definitely attract someone.

When you arrived at your friends favourite club, the music was pounding and people were already too wasted to stand straight. She of course lead you straight to the bar as soon as you entered ordering a round of shots.

“You’re going to need this if you want any luck with guys” she laughs at you. You cant help but feel offended but you still give her a small smile because you know its somewhat true. “Lighten up” she says while quickly hopping off her chair and waving at you to join her on the dance floor.
You sigh but then quickly build up the courage to join your already buzzed friend.

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During your fun time dancing you couldn’t help but notice one particular man who had a few tattoos and a very charming look sitting at a table with a group of other attractive men. Occasionally when you looked up from the heated surroundings you’d see him staring back at you with hungry lust-filled eyes. You couldn’t help but to dance a little sexier every time you caught him staring.

“Why don’t you go for it?” your friend says nudging your shoulder. “Yeah right, he’s at a huge table of guys and id just end up making a fool of myself” you say signalling your friend to mind her own business.”Suit yourself” she then says rolling her eyes.

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After many songs and a dozen drinks the two of you were hammered. As you danced together you started to get a bit thirsty so you asked if she wanted something to drink. “Im good, but you go, ill have fun by myself!” she yells over the music. You strut away trying to keep balance and order yourself a drink which probably sounded like a bunch of unrecognizable noises. You sit down and turn back to see what your friend is up to.

You see her being talked to by an attractive man and she seemed to be enjoying it so you just turned back towards your drink to take a few more sips. After a few minutes your drink was finally gone so you got up and turned around to try and spot your friend.

She just so happened to be getting lead out of the club by the same man, leaving you behind. “So much for me having fun”  you say to yourself in a sigh. You sit back down on your seat disappointed and turn back towards the bar to order yourself a water. Your figured it was time to start sobering up if you wanted to get home safely.

“You look bored” a masculine voice says right next to me. “Pfft yeah no actually yeah” you say looking up to see the attractive man who stared you down earlier. He laughs at your drunk self trying to comprehend stuff. His smile was gorgeous you thought to yourself. “Where’s your friend? she didn’t leave you did she?” he asked suddenly looking concerned. “She did, but i don’t care” you say swaying your hand at the door your friend left you through. “Well you can come join my table if you want” he says gesturing towards his group of friends. You look towards them and then back to him. “Well i wouldn’t mind that” you say still slurring your words. He smiled and grabs a hold of your arm to help keep you balanced as he walks you towards his table. “Whats your name?” You ask wanting to know his name to thank him. “Jack, whats yours?” He asks. “Y/N, and thank you Jack for being ever so kind” You say in a flirty way. “Anytime” he says winking.

His wink made your entire body tingle and he noticed. “Goosebumps” he says smirking and pointing to your clear chills. “Cant help that you’re just so good at flirting” you say biting your lips.

When you got to his table he introduced you to all of his friends; you clearly wouldn’t remember all of their names in the morning but he still did it as a kind gesture. He sat you down and for the rest of the evening flirted with you and joked around with his friends about nonsense.

The night began to come to an end and all of his friends started to leave. Jack didn’t want you to walk home by yourself so he left his friends to accompany you. After a few minutes of small talk Jack begins to put on his charming voice again.

“I must ask what such a beautiful girl is doing out clubbing” Jack says adding more, “surely you can attract men in other ways; meaning that they don’t need to be drunk to accept your beauty”.You cant help but giggle at his kind words and say “I was just dragged out by my friend, she promised me a good time but then ditched me”. “Yeah whats with that?” Jack asks sounding annoyed by your friend. “I don’t know” you add.

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When you reach your apartment Jack and you talk before you head inside. “Thanks for everything” you say sincerely. “Truly, anytime, matter of fact why don’t i give you my number so i can keep that promise?” Jack says putting out his hand to grab your phone. You giggle and hand him your phone.

When he finishes adding his number he smiles and hands your phone back. “Now i can invite you to any table, anytime” he says jokingly. He looks you in the eyes and gives you a charming smirk causing you to lose all self control. You leaned in and kissed him lustfully, he didn’t pull away and kissed you in the same passionate way. After a kiss that surely was wanting to be lead something else, Jack pulls away.

“I think i want to save what happens next for another day” Jack says romantically, “I want to get to know you.. something tells me you’re special” he adds on. “Something tells me you’re special too” you say smiling.

The night came to an end and you couldn’t help but be happy with the fact that you met who seemed like the perfect guy.

anonymous asked:

I NEED THE HP WORD VOMIT AU. You are seriously my favorite writer ever and everything you post is gold.

IT’S REALLY CHEESY it’s like 1D rpf superwholock crossover level like i said I’LL PUT IT UNDER A CUT so im less embarrassed please don’t laugh at me 

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