and then it froze eight times


otherwise known as the 5 times Garrus Vakarian crushed on the Commander, and the 1 time he finally realized it. 

Glancing at her didn’t mean anything, right?

Because it was totally normal, or so he had told himself, to look at other people while they ate. He looked at Tali, looked at Samara, exchanged middle fingers with Jack, and looked – glanced – at Shepard. Took in her red hair and plump lips and rosy cheeks that were probably, most definitely, were very soft to touch and –

She shifted, and Garrus swallowed quickly through a piece of Levo steak that he hadn’t completely chewed through.

He choked a little, and shrugged off Tali’s concerned hand before lunging for the water.

And as he tossed back a glance, he saw her, from the corner of his eye, watching him, lips twisted up in now what he knew firsthand as a smirk.

He met her eyes. (Ignored his thudding heart.) Narrowed his own in a challenge.

But she merely looked away, so easily – because surely glancing at him didn’t mean anything, right?


The sound of a crash and a loud hiss of a very human swear caught his attention, if only because it was some ungodly hour in human standards, as he had learned being aboard a human ship for as long as he has. There was no mistaking the voice, too, and unlike her, Garrus was wide awake. So when Shepard stumbled into the mess with bedridden hair and drooping eyes, she only gave one look at him before she brushed past his shoulder.

Garrus merely tapped his fingers against the mug.

And so she began to affix herself with that human drug-disguised-as-liquid, Garrus couldn’t help it. He looked. Again.

He swore it was only because he wasn’t aware her fringe could really do that.

“Your hair,” he managed.

She only grumbled in response, before she brushed past him again – so close, it shot electricity down his spine – before collapsing into the chair opposite from her, blowing on that steaming, somewhat earthy smelling mug.

“It’s sticking up,” he continued, undeterred.

He watched as her eyes widened, and her hands abandon the mug to tug it back down into place. He knew the human tells of embarrassment – years of C Sec would do that to any officer – and yet he had never quite found the human thing of cheeks turning red, (blood, as it were) to be oddly endearing.

And when she wrestled her fringe to be normal again, and as she mumbled a half swear from lazy and half-asleep lips, Garrus found himself conflicted; almost wishing he hadn’t said something in the first place.


His fingers drummed against the railing, and honestly he didn’t know he was waiting for it. Didn’t realize the odd tranquility – relief? – that came with the familiar hiss and slide of the door behind him.

He flexed his fingers and turned, readying what he knew was a greeting that was a perfect blend of sarcastic, aloof, yet warm, and as he took a breath to unleash the line he’d been thinking of –

- the words died when he realized it was Joker.

The human raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look so disappointed.”

“I’m not-“ Garrus swallowed. “- Disappointed. Why are you back here anyways?” He said quickly. “Shouldn’t you be flying the ship?”

“Right?” Joker said. “You’d think that’s what a pilot should do. Hey,” he said suddenly. “Tell that to Shepard. Then maybe, just maybe, she’d let a human – who has flown several ships for her, by the way – actually do his job, instead of an AI.”

Garrus merely blinked as Joker scrunched his nose. It was an expression he didn’t typically see on Shepard, he thought, as his fingers resumed drumming the edge of the railing.

“Why don’t you tell her that yourself?” he said goodnaturedly, but the look that Joker gives him said so otherwise.

“You kidding? These days she’s only coming to see you.”

Garrus’s fingers froze.

“That’s why I came in here anyways, to get her to demand EDI to relinquish control back to me. And to tell her that imitating the Reapers isn’t funny. Well, it would be at the right times, but taking over the flying while parroting Assuming Direct Control isn’t really quality humour.”

And Joker was gone, but Garrus hadn’t been listening. He was still stuck on that first part, and truthfully he wouldn’t stop hearing those eight words over and over, on repeat, until the next day.


‘Business as usual’ was already a stretch when he was busting crimes daily with C-Sec; when it became the bandit attacks and wave after wave of firefights, though, Garrus never knew if he was in over his head.

But it was comforting to be lead by Shepard, who knew what she was doing, and he could follow her orders without feeling off.

In fact, it felt right.

He’d never really identified that before.

And the thought played in his mind, festering like a fire, and it’s not until a snipe that’s a little too close to his position than he would’ve liked shock him from his thoughts.

Shepard was holding the smoking pistol, too.

“Earth to Vakarian,” she barked over the comm. “Are you taking a nap?”

“No, Shepard,” he responded, and to prove it, he whipped out his rifle and began to scope out the next bandit to show their face.

“Well good,” her voice crackled into his ear. “Because they had a target on you, and you’re not allowed to hit the dust before-“


He couldn’t help it; his heart did an awkward flop and he has to bite his lip, turn up the volume of Fleet and Flotilla, to just maintain concentration.  

A sigh blew into his comm. “-Before the end of this mission.”


He watched as the bandit in his scope dropped clean with a splash of red; the shot rang out like a pleasant accompaniment to the soundtrack oozing into his ear.

Get a room,” was Miranda’s only addition.


Of all the crew, it was Samara’s expression that caught him off guard.

It wasn’t until the rest of them had filed out after their mission debrief, after Samara tapped him on the wrist as Grunt was the last to leave, Shepard in tow.

It was one simple word.


A cross between mortification and embarrassment shot through his spine, and at first he merely flanged in astonishment before he found his voice again. “Hea- no, I’m not eighteen Samara.”

The Justicar merely shrugged, and it was times like these that Garrus sincerely wished that, if they were to have one resident Asari on board, it should’ve been the younger one who would at least not be so upfront about it.

“My apologies,” she said, with no change in her voice at all. “I assumed. Humans and Turians are quite close in lifespans…”

He couldn’t help the involuntary flare of his mandibles as Garrus gawked. “Shepard isn’t eighteen either—“

But Samara merely gave a smile that was less reassuring and more chilling, and once again Garrus had no idea if the Asari was merely teasing or being completely serious.

“Well your voice shows it, you know?” She said conversationally. “I’ve met enough Turians in my lifetime to identify the sound. You may want to be more subtle though, especially around the crew.”

And then she was gone, or maybe Garrus was just standing there. Processing. Blanking.

What did she even mean?



Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

He didn’t know when it’d hit him like a pile of bricks but it did, and it did literally right in front of her – when he was going to go off on some other funny anecdote because it was what he did, what Vakarian did to Shepard, fireforged friends who went through hell and back and may be on the verge of something and –

He, probably – definitely? – liked her. Romantically.

Terror shot up his spine – it was very clear to him that Shepard had come to him with the proposition of blowing off steam. And him, like an idiot, rolled with it. Didn’t even know, shit – since when – was that what Samara meant, did Miranda know before the two of them, was Joker kidding, were fringes ever cute –

– Was glancing ever just glancing

And the words tumbled out of him before he knew what he was saying, and the insecurities spilled revealing things he didn’t even quite know he felt, and suddenly he was questioning whether she was okay with it all because he’s a turian and she’s a human and they’re friends, best friends, and it could be awkward and bad and they need each other and, really, do they even fit together properly?

But she touched his face, thumb careful along his scar.

“I want you,” she said.

And he was flying. His heart picked up and his throat caught and he knew his mandibles flared, as they do involuntarily, as his mother’s do around his father. Twenty emotions played at his heart and he wanted to do nothing more than to pick her up and spin her around but he refrained, disguising this utter elation with a terrible joke that even made him cringe, and he has no way to recover from the smirk that twisted up her lip as she backed away with a coy, “I’ll let you get back to work.”  

“Right,” he droned.

Shit, shit shit fuck, I think I may really like her.

“’Cause I’m in a great place to optimize firing algorithms right now.”

I’m Yours

Also on AO3
Directly follows “Deadly Sweet.”   This one did not come out as smoothly, so I’m hoping the edits made it better.

“Goodnight Maman, Papa,” Marinette called as she headed toward her room.

“Going to visit Chat?” her mother asked, knowingly.

Once her parents got to know the superhero, the teasing had changed, rather than letting up, and she hadn’t even told them about… whatever it was between them.  "I’m not sure,“ she replied, trying not to let any further hints by.  "I think he had something until after eight, so it depends on how tired he is.”

“If he stops by, see if you can pin down a game night,” her father asked.  "I dug out some of the old classic games we talked about last time, and I think he’d like them.“

Marinette nodded.  "I’ll ask him when I see him.”

“Great,” her father said.  "Gotta get to know the future son-in-law somehow.“

"What!?”  Marinette froze on the fourth step, turning to stare.  

“Honey,” her mother said, gently chastising.  "I told you she’s not ready to hear that yet.“  She patted his shoulder.

He smiled up at Marinette.  "Sorry Cupcake.  Just pretend I didn’t say that.”  He turned back to his wife, lowering his voice, but not quite enough.  "But we can talk about it, right?“

"You’d better believe it.”  Her mother winked and they wandered toward their room, each with one arm around the other.

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Jung Jaehyun & #58: “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

-For anon

Warnings: Slight horror in the beginning, not much else.

A/N: This got long, but idk? ALSO, the teasers images. Like who gave them permission?? But also they’re great. Anywhoo. Here you go~

You didn’t normally go outside at night. Mother said the bad people came out at night, so you didn’t go out. She never told you why they were bad people, or what they did, just that they had taken your father, and that was enough to make you want to stay away. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be any different, you hadn’t intended to be stuck outside well past midnight. All you wanted was to be home and asleep, like any other eight-year-old child.

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quirky-idealist  asked:

If you're still doing the prompts: "I can't move on from something that wasn't supposed to end!" Coldflash

Wow, this one got away from me. I could literally write a whole series based on his. 

Moving On

The last person Barry had expected to be knocking on his front door was Leonard Snart. He stared, wide-eyed, at his ex-husband, unsure of what to say.

           “Hey, Bare.” He smiled, like the past four years hadn’t happened, like they hadn’t gone through so much hurt and pain. “Sorry to drop in like this, but…”

           Barry slammed the door shut. He didn’t want to see Len. How had he found them? They were supposed to be hidden. But a foot blocked the door jamb. “Scarlet.” Len called. “I just want to talk. Whatever you think, this isn’t it. Trust me.”

           And how dare he. Barry threw open the door angrily. “No!” He scowled. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to call me ‘Scarlet’ or ask me to trust you. Not after everything you’ve done! Now, go away, or I will make you.”

           Len just rolled his eyes. “Barry, look at me! Really look at me, and you’ll know whoever did those things wasn’t me.”

           Barry didn’t want to look at Len. All it would do is make him angry, make all those ugly feelings come back. But he forced himself to raise his eyes to his ex-husband’s face. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing. Then, he noticed his hair.

           It was salt and peppered, but the gray hadn’t quite taken over his head. His skin was smoother than the last time Barry had seen him. His eyes were sparkling in a way Barry hadn’t seen in years.

           This wasn’t his Len. This was some past version, still on his travels in the Waverider, long before everything in their lives fell apart. He steeled himself.

           “When are you from?” He forced himself to ask. He didn’t really care if Len was from the past or the present—he didn’t want to see his ex—but he knew that the quickest way to get rid of him would be to cooperate.

           “2017.” Len answered, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “Is it possible to talk about this somewhere other than your front stoop?”

           No. Barry didn’t want Len in his house. He didn’t want them around…

           He shook his head, pulling the door closed to block sight into the house. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

           A look passed over Len’s face, like he was ready to argue the point—of course he was—when loud footsteps came barreling down the stairs. Shit.

           “Dad, dad, dad!” He turned to see Michael, Joseph, and Elise were all running towards him.

           “What did I tell you about running down the stairs?” Barry scolded, accidentally releasing the door so it swung open all the way.

           “Dad, Joseph used his powers!” Michael tattled. His other son pushed him.

           “Did not! He’s just mad that I won battleship! Ask Ellie!”

           His youngest, however, was staring at the open doorway. “Daddy!” She grinned, running straight for Len.

           Len, for his part, was frozen in shock as his future five-year-old daughter wrapped her arms around his legs. Michael and Joseph both froze, as well, their eyes wide with fear. Unlike Elise, they were both old enough to remember what their father had done, what he continued to do.

           He laid a hand on his eight-year-old twins’ shoulders. “It’s fine, boys. It’s not really him.”

It would be too hard to explain to his sons that this version of their father was from the past, that there was a time when Barry believed in the goodness in Leonard Snart’s heart, and Len had been a hero. All they remembered was the Secret Society of Super-Villains; Len kidnapping them and Barry under the guise of “protecting them” from Lex Luthor and the rest of the Society; holding them for almost a year against their will; Barry risking everything to get them away; the battle between the Justice League and the Society in the streets of Metropolis, where Len shot Barry down in anger and nearly killed him.

This wasn’t that Len, though. This was the one who sent him flowers with secret notes, who fought to protect time, who woke Barry up with kisses and stayed up with him when his nightmares were too much.

Elise held her arms up. “Up, Daddy. Up!”

Len shook himself out of his trance and, without hesitation, scooped his future daughter into his arms. His eyes lit up, and Barry’s heart broke. There was never a doubt in his mind that Len loved their children, or even that he loved him. He had no idea what was to come for them, though.

“Come in, I guess.” Barry stepped to the side, and Len walked inside cautiously. Len wasn’t dumb, after all. He was almost certain that he’d noticed the way Michael and Joseph stepped quickly out of his way, putting Barry between them. Elise rested her head on Len’s shoulder, though, and that made Len smile.

“Why don’t you three go back upstairs and wash up?” Barry suggested. “Dinner’s almost ready, and Daddy and I need to talk.”

Michael and Joseph nodded, backing slowly towards the stairs to keep Len in their sights. Barry could’ve swore frost covered the banister where Michael touched it. Len sadly placed Elise back on the floor.

“Daddy, are you staying for dinner?” She asked hopefully. Michael and Joseph paused on the stairs, both looking to Barry.

Len sighed. “I’m sorry, Doodle Bug.” It’d been so long since Barry heard that nickname, but Elise’s face lit up. “I have some friends who need my help. I just need to get something from your Dad, and then I have to leave.”

Elise’s face fell, and Barry could tell it broke Len’s heart. Then, she flashed forward and wrapped her arms around Len’s neck.

Barry heard a faint, “I love you, Daddy” before she zipped away again, past her brothers and up the stairs.  

“NO RUNNING ON THE STAIRS!” Barry shouted after her. He grabbed Len’s arm and pulled him towards the kitchen. Without sparing a look at his ex, he grabbed his oven mitts and took the baked chicken he’d been preparing out of the oven.

“So, what do you need from me?” He asked, heading for the fridge to pull out the salad he’d already prepared.

“What happened, Scarlet?” He barely heard Len’s whisper, and, when he turned, he was staring around at their house with awe and sadness. “Why am I not here? What happened between us? Why are our children afraid of me?”

A loud crash echoed through the kitchen. The plate Barry had been holding was snapped in two in his hands, his knuckles white. “They are my children.” He growled. “You don’t get to call them yours, after I have had to raise them by myself for five years!”

That familiar Snart anger flared, and Len rounded the kitchen island. “And why? Why did you take our children from me? What did I do that was so bad?”

Barry flinched when Len stepped into his space. He remembered those nights, locked away in that lair, that his Len would come home tired and angry, and Barry would be wound-up and irritated from being more or less held prisoner, and they would have a fight. He remembered the way his husband would crowd him, scream at him, bully him.

Len jumped away, though, horror in his eyes. “No…” He shook his head as he backed away, putting the island between them again. “I didn’t…I….” He stared down at his hands. Barry frantically shook his head.

“No. God, Len, no. You never put a hand on any of us. I mean, outside of the beating you gave me when we fought as Cold and the Flash after everything was over, but that was work. You never would’ve laid a finger on me or our children, Len. Never.”

“But I did hurt you.” Len squeezed his eyes shut. “I hurt my family. I know that fear in our sons’ eyes. They thought I was going to hurt you, or them. What kind of father was I?”

Barry sighed, turning his attention back to the dinner he was preparing. “Len…you shouldn’t know too much about your own future. But, for the record, I don’t think you were a bad father. Maybe you didn’t make the best choices, and maybe you weren’t the best husband all the time, but everything you did was to protect us. You just took everything way too far.

“Just…” He licked his lips and shrugged. “We just all have to move on. I’m trying to move past this, your future self needs to move past it, and you just need to…forget about it. Forget about all of this and move on.”

Len threw his arms in the air. “Barry, that’s crazy! I can’t ‘move on’! How am I supposed to forget all of this? I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

Barry chuckled humorlessly. “You know, that’s exactly what you told me the last time I saw you, when I told you that it was over. But for you, this isn’t over. You still have your Barry in 2017—you are together, aren’t you?”

Len nodded.

“Good. We’ve had our bad times, Len, but I would never trade our good times to stop them. They’re what keeps me going. Well, them and our little meta monsters upstairs.”

A warm smile grew on Len’s face. “What can they all do? I mean, I know that Elise is a speedster, but what are the boys?”

“Joseph can read minds, and Michael makes ice.” Barry grinned, and Len laughed. “What did the Legends need from me?”

Len frowned, confused.

“You know, your mission?”

“Right.” Len cleared his throat. “The tachyon device that Thawne used as Harrison Wells. We need it to fix the time drive, so we can travel back to 2017.”

Barry remembered it well. He motioned for Len to follow him out of the kitchen, and down a set of stairs that led into a basement-turned-lab space. “Cisco made this for me after we moved here. I can’t go to places like S.T.A.R Labs or the Watchtower since…well, since what happened, because someone might track me and find us. So, we had all of this put here, instead, and Cisco opens breaches every now and then to visit or bring us stuff.”

No more Flash. No more Justice League. No more CCPD. He’d had to restart his entire life, but at least his Len couldn’t find him or his children.

He headed for one of the work tables below where the tachyon device was displayed. He pulled it off the wall and handed it to Len. “I’ve always loved you, Len.” He whispered as their fingers brushed together. “I want you to know that.”

He wanted to kiss Len, to feel those lips against his one more time, but he knew that his time with Len was over. He needed to move on. They both walked upstairs, and Barry walked him back to the door.

“I’m sorry.” Len sighed. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, whatever it was. I promise, I will try my hardest to prevent it.”

There were no words to express what Barry was feeling—the hope, yet disbelief that anything would change. So, he just nodded. When the door closed behind Len, it was like a weight raised from his shoulders. He leaned his head against the wood for a second and took a deep breath.

“Kids, dinner is ready!” He called as he straightened himself up and headed for the kitchen. He knew it would take them all a few minutes to get downstairs, enough time to compose himself. When he stepped into the kitchen, though, a drawling voice stopped him in his tracks.

“It’s about time. I thought he’d never leave.”

Sitting at the island, dressed in his long black coat with his cold gun raised, was Len. His Len. Fear shot through Barry’s body. “How did you…?”

           Len chuckled. “Memories are a funny thing, Scarlet. Like, when you suddenly remember your past self finding where your family is hiding out. The exact address.”

           He rose from his seat and slowly walked over to where Barry was paralyzed in place. “You can kill me, but please don’t hurt them.” He whispered, not sure what Len was planning.

           Len, though, just tilted his head, stepping calmly into Barry’s space. “Oh, Scarlet…” Barry resisted the urge to flinch as he raised a hand to his face, brushing his fingers against Barry’s cheek. “I’m not here to kill you. Why would I kill you or hurt our kids? I love you.”

           Without lowering the cold gun, he leaned forward and brought their lips together. Barry hated himself for wanting the kiss. He indulged himself for only a minute before turning his head away.

           Len sighed. “I’m going to make this right, Bare. You, me, and the kids are all going far away from here, from the Justice League, from the Society, and no one will be able to find us again.”

Time For Us (Zach Mitchell x Reader) Part I

(Zach Mitchell x Reader Soulmate AU)

You were running out of time.

The time on your wrist was ticking down the seconds, but there were still a couple hours (three, to be exact!) until you would meet your soulmate. Out of the million that visited Jurassic World every day, one of those people were going to end up as your soul mate.

Having your work and personal collide was going to be interesting. Currently, you were work as an internship as an assistant to Claire Dearing and without a doubt you would agree it was hard work, but worth it.

Spending most of your time aiding her and working with her other assistant Zara, you also had alone time to in which you enjoyed watching the dinosaurs and families enjoying their time. But atlas, you spent most of your time working, like you did now. 

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anonymous asked:

(During Prison Mode) The NDRV3 guys reactions to finding out two facts about their S/O: (1. She sleepwalks. 2. She sleeps in her underwear)?

lololololol~ Hope this is okay

DRV3 Boys & S/O sleepwalking in underwear

Shuuchi Saihara            

  • He woke because he heard noises
  • And they sounded like something big hitting things
  • So he cautiously peered out of his door
  • Only to see you
  • In nothing but underwear
  • Peering around he saw no immediate threat to you
  • So just slid back behind his door
  • It was a good thing you were asleep
  • Else you’d have seen how red he’d gone
  • The speed at which he shut the door would have woken you
  • If he hadn’t remembered at the last minute to shut it more gently
  • Try as he might he couldn’t get back to sleep

Kaito Momota

  • He wasn’t sleeping
  • Had stuff on his mind
  • So he was lying awake
  • And he heard something outside his room
  • So he opened his door
  • Didn’t consider any danger or anything
  • But then he saw you across from him
  • It took him a minute to register
  • Oh
  • He covered his smirk with his hand and slid back into his room
  • Couldn’t get the image out of his head
  • Every time he thought about you in your underwear he had a little smile on his lips
  • And probably a light blush too


  • He was going back to his room
  • And your door opened across from him
  • He raised a hand to wave
  • But just stopped
  • He didn’t even notice that your eyes were shut
  • He just froze
  • Once he managed to sort himself he moved to you
  • He was talking to you but you just walked past him
  • Eventually he just gave up
  • And watched you walk a figure of eight before returning to your room
  • It took about ten minutes before he realised he’d seen you nearly naked
  • He was immediately searching for something to take his mind off of it for fear of crashing

Rantaro Amami

  • He looked at the floor when he was walking
  • He’d just returned to his room with a drink
  • When he looked up he saw you walking away from your room
  • With your eyes firmly shut
  • And with only underwear covering you
  • Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice
  • He stopped and leaned against the wall
  • Just watched you for a bit
  • Your door had shut behind you
  • And once he saw you trying to get back in he just walked over
  • Opened your door for you without touching you
  • And once you were back in your room he returned to his with a little laugh

Kokichi Ouma

  • It usually took him a while to get to sleep
  • But he heard another door open not too far away
  • He was more curious of witnessing something occur
  • He hadn’t considered it may be you
  • So when he looked out he got a surprise
  • A nice surprise
  • He just propped his door open
  • And watched you as you wandered in your underwear
  • Genuinely torn between emotions
  • Part of him was really enjoying the view
  • The other part was thinking how adorable it was that you sleep walked
  • He kinda just kept an eye on you ‘to make sure you didn’t come to any harm’
  • But lost interest when you managed to return to your room

Gonta Gokuhara

  • He used to sleepwalk himself
  • So the second he saw you doing it he was making sure your path was clear
  • It didn’t register in his mind either
  • He just made sure you didn’t hurt yourself
  • So he put his arm around your shoulders and guided you
  • Once you were back in your room he scarpered
  • Just hid back in his own room
  • Stayed awake to make sure you didn’t try and walk out again
  • But then he remembered
  • Your lack of pyjamas
  • And the image of you in your underwear was stuck in his mind
  • He was telling himself off
  • That’s not gentlemanly!!!

Korekiyo Shinguji

  • Wasn’t unknown for him to randomly get up in the night
  • So this happened one night
  • But you were up too
  • It seemed anyway
  • He began a brief conversation with you but you weren’t responding
  • So he looked at you
  • And realised you were sleep walking
  • It didn’t surprise him that you slept in underwear
  • But now he realised that you weren’t walking about in it knowingly
  • He carefully guided you back to the room, careful to only touch you lightly to avoid waking you
  • Makes sure to get you back in safely
  • Before just continuing whatever he was doing
  • Literally the least effected
  • Though he won’t deny he liked the image of you in only underwear

Ryoma Hoshi

  • He was half asleep himself
  • But he left his room for no apparent reason
  • And he saw you
  • And just snorted
  • That was a nice view
  • He worked out you were asleep
  • But he didn’t think it was fair you wandering around like this
  • Anyone could see!
  • So he just walked up to you
  • And shook you awake
  • “Thank me later,”
  • He slapped your ass before returning to his room
  • You’re just kinda wondering what’s going on
The Secret (2)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven;part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

You immediately froze on the spot, acutely aware of Baekhyun’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and your face buried against his broad chest. So many thoughts were running through your head: happiness at seeing your best friend for the first time; apprehension at the secret you held from him; not to mention flustered to be back in his arms and pressed up against his body.

His hand sliding down your back brought you back to reality and made you step back out of his hold. “What are you doing here?” you stammered nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear.

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Obvious - [BTS] Pharmacist!Taehyung Au

Originally posted by bwipsul

[A/N] In real life, I’m close to this one pharmacist. He’s super sweet and before I forget, I have to immortalize him in my writings.

New experience tend to be exciting and nerve-wracking, all at the same time. A wise man once said, if it’s frightening and excites you all at the same time, it’s a good idea to go on with it.

Because it means, that you’re stepping out of your comfort zone. And stepping out of your comfort zone, means you are progressing in life. And progresses, results to a pass or a fail. Strength is not being able to pass all at once with little difficulty. Strength is to wear your failure as a badge and improve.

Of course, it’s going to be difficult at first.

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12:00 (Jordan Fisher x Reader)

Word count: 1468

Genre: FLUFF

Request/Summary: “The classic one where you’re an ensemble member but then (since its been Christmas time) you mention how you’ve never been really into Christmas parties or Christmas anything and being the Christmas enthusiastic Jordan is he changes your mind”-Anonymous

I tweaked the request a little bit so that it revolved around New Years, so sorry if you hate me now. 

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Maybe cussing.

A/N- Look at this gif. Also, happy New Year. Have fin watching 2016 burn and die.

Also, @whatdimissmotherfuckers tried to help me with 11:00 but eventually I just gave up and made it not exist, but thanks anyway Ruby. They’ve also come to the conclusion that Jordan and my ship name is Jorphie. I’ve gotten about 99 (WHAT) new followers in the past two days (As I’m queuing this), so welcome. Enjoy this awkward and strange creature some call Sophie, we love to have you here.

You walked off the stage after belting out ‘Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?’ and taking your bow with the rest of the cast.

“Hey, you coming to New Year’s Eve at Javi’s?” Alysha asked, jogging up and clapping your back.

“He invited me but I think I’ll just stay home and see how long I can stay awake, I’m such a grandma I’ll probably be out by ten.” You chuckled.

“What?!” A new voice joined the conversation. You felt those annoying butterflies again in your gut at the familiar tone and smiled involuntarily as Jordan appeared beside you.

“You’re not going?” He asked in disbelief. You shook your head.

“You have to!” Alysha complained.

“I got this Deslorieux.” He stated cockily, throwing an arm across your shoulders.

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How the Batboys would react to their s/o dying the same way they did- Jason Todd

You frowned at the sight of Gotham’s most hated and feared clown, the Joker.  He and his deranged girlfriend, Harley, have been wreaking havoc ever since they broke out of Arkham Asylum. AGAIN.  You were tired of this bullshit, and Jason was, too.  The “no killing” rule was starting to get on your nerves, even if you weren’t apart of the great Bat Family.  A mercenary like yourself shouldn’t even be close to them, but ever since you met Jason when you were training with the All Caste.  You joined him when he formed The Outlaws, and stood by his side when the team fought against the Untitled. After that, you and Jason returned to Gotham and found out that the clown prince broke out once again.  You were on strict orders to observe and report their actions from daddy Bats, but he never said you couldn’t use a sniper to watch him.  Currently, he was joyriding in a stolen vehicle and causing mayhem on the streets.  You couldn’t see Harley in the car with him, but you knew that she would soon appear.

“(S/H/N) to Red Hood, the Joker is in my sights, but Harley hasn’t shown up yet,” you spoke through the comm.

“Copy that.  I’m about a few minutes from your position, I’ll catch up with you soon,” Jason said.

“See you soon.”

You started running across the rooftops and following the speeding car. When you were falling behind, you grappled from building after building, and shot a tracking device on the trunk.  You smirked and linked the tracking device to Jason’s gear, knowing that he would like to know where the maniac is.  The tracking device led you to a shutdown amusement park, which you thought was a waste of space.  Why is there so much wasted space in Gotham?  You knew that tons of money went to crime lords and corrupt politicians and businessmen, so that was one of the many reasons Gotham was wasting away.  You landed on top of an attraction that had the perfect cover for keeping an eye on the Joker.

“Oh Harley, I’m home!”

You frowned when Harley didn’t appear to welcome her lover home.  Footsteps behind you made you realize that this was a trap.  You turned around and had a mallet hit you right on the side of your head.  You collapsed on the ground and tried to pull yourself up, but the world was spinning too much.

“Nighty night, sweetie!”


You groaned when you regained consciousness, the pounding in your head and nausea informing you that you have a concussion.  The ringing in your ears did not help you focus, but you were able to take in the scene around you.  You were on the floor inside one of the attractions at the amusement park, but you didn’t feel any rope or handcuffs on your wrists or ankles.  You tried to move your arm, even to just twitch your finger, but your whole body was paralyzed.  You steadied your breathing, knowing that keeping calm is the best thing you could do right now.  You could see all of your weapons on a table at the far corner of the room, but you knew that you still had your tracking device embedded in your arm.  It would take a lot to brake that device, and you knew that Jason was on his way.  After a few minutes, laughter could be heard from behind you.  The laughter grew until you heard a door squeaking behind you, hinting that you are in some deep shit right now.

“Look, Harley, the little hero is awake!!” Joker cackled.

When he was in your line of vision, he was swinging a crowbar and whistling a tune you weren’t familiar with.  You felt your heart beat faster and faster as he inched closer to you with the crowbar in hand. You willed yourself to move, but you only managed to twitch your index finger slightly.  Harley grabbed your limp arms and cuffed your hands to chains hanging off of the ceiling.  You were on your knees with your hands suspended in the air when the first swing from the crowbar connected with your stomach.  His cackles overpowered your gasps and heavy breathing.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, but I think I’m getting the hang of this!” he said and swung the crowbar at you again, hitting your ribs over and over again.

The beatings continued for what seemed like hours, but you knew it was only a few minutes.

“Puddin’, he’s almost here!” Harley shouted, interrupting Joker’s swing.

“Oh well, looks like we’re cutting our playtime short,” he chuckled and walked over to the door.  “I definitely had a bomb, but I guess I had a little bit more fun than you.  You are awfully quiet, but I guess it’s just your brooding character.”

The door was slammed shut, leaving you alone in the room beaten and broken.  You were finally able to move your fingers and pick the locks on the cuffs.  You fell face first onto the ground, but you were able to slowly crawl to the door despite your broken ribs and injuries.  You were able to reach the handle of the door, but it was locked.  A sharp pain erupted in your arm and you retracted it away from the handle, knowing that Jason would soon be here to save you.  You heard a beeping noise and froze.  Once you gained the courage, you slowly looked over to your left and saw a bomb timed to go off in a minute.  You placed your hand on the door behind you and pulled yourself up, wincing when the pain was too much.  You went to the table that had your weapons as quickly as you could and returned to the door.  The timer had thirty-eight seconds left when you shot the handle off and rammed into the door.  You lost your balance and fell onto the floor once again, but you refused to give up.  You pulled yourself up again and used the wall for balance to escape as fast as you could.  When you were finally able to see the exit, you were relieved to know that this was almost over.   You clutched onto your gun and continued to the exit until a gunshot echoed throughout the hall.  You collapsed and screamed, the pain erupting from your abdomen flooded your senses.

“I just knew you were going to escape!” Joker stated and aimed the gun to your head, “I am so glad I stuck around to see your last moments.”

You gave Joker a bloody smile before shooting him right in between his eyes, “If I’m going, I’m taking you with me you psychotic piece of shit.”

You tossed your gun to the side and leaned your head up against the wall.  You knew that your time was up, and all you had on your mind was Jason.  A few tears slid down your cheeks as you thought about the future the two of you wanted but will never get.

“I’m sorry, Jason.”

Jason was only a few feet away from the entrance when the building exploded and went up in flames.  He was knocked down by the force of the explosion and screamed your name.  Once he was back on his feet, he ran into the building and found your bleeding body right near the Joker’s dead body, which he left to burn in the flames.  He cradled your broken body and immediately checked for a pulse, but found nothing.  He ripped his helmet off and tossed it to the side.  His blue eyes looked at your injuries and knew that there was no way to revive you.  He wiped the tears off of your face, only to have his own replace yours.  He knew that he shouldn’t have involved you in this.   He knew that he should have left you with Roy when Bruce called him.  He looked back at the burning attraction, feeling relieved that Joker was finally dead.  His heart breaking overpowered that feeling, making it useless to find the pros of your death.  He knew that you would tell him to move on, but he couldn’t.  He gathered your body in his arms and contacted Roy, telling him of the new mission that required his expertise.  Jason knew the consequences of using the Lazarus Pit, but you were stronger than he ever was.  


Fandom: Star Wars original trilogy + sequel trilogy

Pairing: Han x Lando x Leia

Content: Sex mention

Writeup of a riff @attackfish​ started based on @exomoonextremophile​‘s post.

“What do you mean, I’ve been technically committing adultery?” Han spun toward Lando, arms akimbo.

“Technically I never filed the divorce papers.” Lando spread his arms. “And you never followed up. You seemed happy enough taking the tax exemptions.”

“I was getting tax exemptions?”

Leia shook her head. “Ten years married, and you assumed he ever has his paperwork in order.”

“He had me to do it for him while the marriage was still… active.” Lando raised his eyebrows. “I’m afraid you get the job now, Leia.”

“That’s enough.” Han massaged the bridge of his nose while his husband and fiancée shared a smile. “We have to work this situation out without me going to prison for bigamy.”

“I agree, the last thing you need is another outstanding warrant. So let’s talk about making an honest woman of this lovely young lady.”

“Honest woman?” Leia scoffed. “I’ll have you know, he was my boytoy for years.”

“No one is honest with this scoundrel in their life. I was an upstanding citizen before I met him, and returned to being one after I kicked him to the curb.”

“Hey, you didn’t dump me. I dumped you like a sack of void-grown potatoes!”

Lando dismissed that with a wave of his hand. “Let’s get back on track. Now that I know of your happy plans, I can file the papers and you can walk away a free man.”

“All right! Fine! We can do that.” Han crossed his arms and looked away while Lando leaned back, face neutral. Leia gave them a long, thoughtful look.

“Or,” she reached over and placed a hand on Lando’s arm. “We can file a different set of papers.”

(Six years later)

The communication link beeped, and Lando’s feet paused mid-pace. He spun to face the screen, cape swirling, while Han’s face filled his wall.

“How’s Leia? Did it go well?”

“Swimmingly. Well, literally. This water birth is really something.”

“I told you she’d take to it.” Lando broke out in a smile. “She and the baby both doing okay? How’s Ben taking it?”

“I’m doing very well after eight hours of attending our wife, thank you.” Han’s faux annoyance relaxed into a grin. “Everyone’s fine. Ben is fascinated with his new little sib. I knew you’d be worried so I called right away.”

Lando closed his eyes for a moment. “Thank the stars. What about the baby? Do you have a feed?”

Han pressed a button and the screen split to show live video of a newborn’s cot where a baby slept, tiny mouth smacking from time to time. Lando’s smile froze and his mouth fell open at the sight of the curled hair and brown skin.

“Stay right as you are, I promised Leia I’d get a recording of the look on your face.”

“Uhhh… is this… was it that one time at Corellia with the three of us we never talk about?”

“No, it’s that one time at Coruscant we never talk about. You know, when you had to be rushed to Medbay-”

“We don’t talk about that, remember.” Lando held up a finger. “It never happened.”

“The medical droid couldn’t find any records of a human pulling that particular musc-“

“I said, it never happened.”

“Whatever you say.”

Lando let out a breath. “Well.”

“All I’m saying is we expect you to be here to change a lot of diapers, buddy.”

“Are you sure? I think the baby has your eyes.” Despite the appraising gaze he cast at the baby’s half of the screen, Lando’s eyes shone with pride as he followed the infant’s every sigh and squirm.

“There’s all of us in this kid.” Han’s face took on the same gentle look as he watched the sleeping baby. “You’ll be here in time for the naming ceremony?”

“Count on it.”

“I know I can.”

“Give Leia and Ben my love. And…” Lando gestured at the screen. “To the baby, of course.”

“I will. See you soon, Lando.”

“And you, Han.”

The link cut off, leaving Lando staring into space with a dazed and happy look. Then he shook himself and walked out, calling for the Dantooinian sparkling wine he had ordered and for celebrations to begin.

Midnight (Nalu ff, 1/1)

summary: Lucy and Natsu are co-workers and best friends at the coffee shop Fairy Tail.

rated f for fluff! 
words: 1400
no ff link included due to tumblr being rude, but it is posted on there!

a/n: Based off this fanart by @totobeary. Their art is beautiful and I 100% recommend checking it out! 

Her boss must have been insane to leave him with Lucy for final hours of the day, but one look from manager Mirajane had killed any complaints before she could voice them. So, here she was, trying to pretend she wasn’t bored out of her mind, knowing that the slightest sign of weakness would lead Natsu Dragneel into suggesting something crazy and she, gullible and irrevocably in love with him, would most likely agree to it.

She toyed with one of the empty cups, spinning it between her fingers aand her eyes darted to the clock. 11:50. Fairy Tail - the prided coffee shop of Magnolia - closed at midnight except for on special occasions.

Most days were a special occasion, even if the reason was for something trivial; basically, Fairy Tail was always ready party, but thankfully not tonight. She groaned, knowing that she had the closing shift again tomorrow and it was one of their late days.


Lucy froze.


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Of A Love To Fly: Chapter Four

Authors Note: So chapter four! Yay…. I think. 

Anyways, enjoy!

Once more thanks to @eyeloch, @aceofstars16, @what-a-strange-little-star for reviewing and editing and ideas,

A cookie or some other fun reward to the first person to get the title reference.

Chapter Four: Everything Will Change

The surgery had lasted nearly a day, and while they had made Kanan eat something around dinner, they could not make him budge from his seat in the waiting room. Eventually Zeb gave up and went back to his bunk. Ezra stayed longer, but he too realized that it wasn’t going to make a difference. Instead, he went to the Ghost, returning to Kanan a few minutes later with a pillow and a blanket.

“Just don’t overdo it ok?”

That had been several hours ago. Kanan remained in his chair, unable to sleep. At least he was far more comfortable with the things Ezra brought. He sighed into his hands, unable to find peace currently. After Ezra’s initial speech he had calmed considerably, but Hera had been in there far too long. He tried to quell the panic that begin to rise within him, threatening to bubble over and cause him to do something terribly stupid. It didn’t help that no one had come out since the surgery began, but he figured it meant she was still fighting. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to listen to his apprentice.

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Sick leave

hope you like it @jiiiiiill Sorry it took me so long!

AN: Jace decides to take the day off and spend it with his girlfriend, a mundane.
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland
Pairings: Jace X reader
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to make me a Jace Wayland imagine based on this quote from the books: “Every time I think I’m missing a piece of me, you give it back.” I’m a hopeless romantic so could you make it super fluffy? Thank you so much! X”


Jace Wayland smiled gently at his phone, shaking his head affectionately at your antics. You’d sent him a picture of yourself wrapped in duvets, with an exaggerated pout on your make-upless face.

Babyyyyy I’m sick. I miss you.

The message made Jace feel warm inside. You’d been together for nearly eight months now and Jace had never been happier. Not once had he allowed himself to imagine meeting someone like you, someone good and pure and so perfect that sometimes he didn’t quite believe that you were real. Spending time with you was easy, it never felt forced or awkward and Jace had never felt more at peace than he did when he was with you.

I miss you too.

He answered, studying the picture of you again.

I wish I wasn’t working today.

He continued, lying back on his bed to wait for your response. He looked over at his nightstand and smiled as he saw the key to your apartment glinting in the afternoon light. Jace loved that little key, to him it was proof of how far you’d come and how strong your relationship really was.


The morning air bit into Jace’s skin like daggers as he wondered through the streets of New York. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to enjoy the city like this and he planned on taking full advantage of his time. Confident that his runes would hide him from the gaze of mundanes, Jace crossed the road quickly and didn’t think twice about knocking into someone on the other side.

“Watch where you’re going asshole.” He heard a female voice calling to his back.

Jace froze and turned around slowly, his mouth dropping open with surprise. You were standing with your arms crossed over your chest and an irritated frown on your face directed at Jace. You were beautiful, Jace thought absentmindedly, but undoubtably human and he knew for a fact that you weren’t a shadowhunter. Nevertheless as your eyes bored into his he felt something flutter in his stomach and a faint blush color his cheeks.

“Uh-hi-sorry,” he quickly recovered, “sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

You snorted, but your face softened considerably as you scanned over the older boy with your eyes.

“Yeah I can see that, just watch where you’re going next time okay?” You said with a tentative smile.

Jace nodded and you turned to continue on your way. Jace shook his head, already fighting with himself over his next move.

“Hey, wait!” He called against his better judgement.

You turned with your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

You threw your head back and laughed and Jace felt that fluttering in his stomach again as your laughter flooded his ears.

“Y/N,” you answered, “and yours?”


You nodded, “Well, it was nice meeting you Jace.”

“Maybe I’ll bump into you again sometime?” He asked with what he hoped was a charming smile.

You laughed again and Jace started to think he could get used to that sound.

“Sure,” you walked up and grabbed his hand, making Jace jump involuntarily as you pulled out a pen and scribbled a number onto his skin, “call me sometime.” You smiled, giving him a wave as you walked off.

New York seemed a little brighter as Jace walked off, and he felt as though something good was on its way.


The memory made Jace chuckle. He’d practically ran home to the Institute to phone you and your first date had been later that week.
Everything had been perfect, so perfect that Jace hadn’t wanted to risk spoiling it with any of the craziness that was his everyday life. As far as you knew, Jace was working as a junior partner in a law firm. The lying was killing him but, after so long together he wasn’t quite sure how to stop. It didn’t make it any easier that he hadn’t told you that he was in love with you yet. He’d wanted to, loads of times, but he knew that with all the lies he’d told, it wouldn’t be right.

He let his mind wonder again.


Your laughter rang out into the afternoon air, loud and clear and more beautiful than Jace could’ve imagined. It was your one month anniversary and Jace was quickly discovering how easy it was going to be for him to fall in love with you. There was something so genuine about you, something so irresistibly kind and happy that it drew people to you like a magnet and Jace couldn’t help but want to bathe in the light. Jace felt like someone else with you, someone better and softer, the Jace he had always wanted to be but had never quite managed to find.

“Babe? Babe?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

Jace jolted up, snapping back into reality with a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

“Still with me there handsome?” You teased, “Or are you already bored of me?”

Jace chuckled, pressing your hand to his lips, “Me? Bored of you? Never.”

You smiled at him, your eyes glinting with something warm and affectionate that made Jace’s heart ache and a rush of deep affection flood through him.

“You know what Wayland? I kinda sorta like you.” You told him.

Jace felt his heart swell and, for the first time in his life, Jace Wayland physically felt himself fall.
It was a rush like no other, looking at you and knowing that you were unequivocally and completely what he wanted and knowing, or hoping that he was what you wanted as well.

“I kinda sorta like you too Y/L/N.”

You laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “Well that’s lucky isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.” Jace nodded, “We’re lucky people.”


Jace sighed, running a hand over his face as he came to a sudden realization. He had to tell you. He had to.

With this newfound determination to fuel him, Jace pulled himself off his bed and began preparing his confession, pocketing the key to your apartment and praying silently to whatever gods may be that this wasn’t going to ruin you.

“Where are you off to?” Alex asked as Jace headed to the front door, “Doesn’t your lady love think you’re at work?”

Jace shrugged, “I’m actually on my way to tell her the truth right now.”

Alec sat up, suddenly alert, “You’re kidding right? Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Jace shook his head, “Alec I love her, I can’t keep lying to her.” He told his best friend helplessly, “I just can’t.”

“Okay I get that, but do you honestly think she’s going to be happy that her boyfriend of eight months is secretly a demon killing half human half angel? And what if you break up? Then you’ve put her in all that danger for no reason.” Alec argued.

“But we’re not going to break up!” Jace insisted, “Alec I love this girl and if I want this to work then I need to be honest with her.”

Alec sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, but Jace could see that he was softening.

“Just be careful okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

Jace nodded and, with a wave, rushed to your apartment, his mind made. It was only once he reached your front door that the nerves really started to kick in and he had to force his hand to turn the key, insisting to himself that he was doing the right thing for the both of you.

As he stepped into the room, Jace felt his muscles relax as he was hit, once more with the liberating feeling of being near you. Putting some chicken soup in the microwave to boil, Jace walked into your bedroom and smiled. You were fast asleep, curled up against the pillows, your hair ruffled by sleep, with one arm hanging off the bed. Jace crouched beside you, running one hand over your hair and grasping your hand with he other. At his touch, you stirred, your eyes opening slightly and a sleepy smile gracing your face and lighting Jace up from the inside.

“Hey you,” you purred, your voice thick with sleep, “what’re you doing here? I thought you had work.”

Jace pressed his lips to your forehead, frowning slightly when he felt how hot and dry the skin there was. Your fever had obviously not broken.

“You’re more important.” He told you honestly, making you smile softly, “Actually, I was hoping you and I could talk.” He started, swallowing hard.

You frowned, your eyes closing again, “ ‘Bout what?”

“Well I-the thing is-well I love you Y/N.” He blurted out.

Your eyes opened again and your answering smile was radiant, if not a little sleepy.

“I love you too baby.” You answered, “Lots and lots and lots.”

Jace chuckled, “But I have to tell you, I haven’t been totally honest with you for these last eight months.” He admitted, “I never meant to lie, or to hurt you, but once I’d started, I was just terrified of losing you. You’re my world Y/N/N, every time I think I’m missing a part of me, you give it back and I just could stand the idea that-“

“Jace,” you interrupted, still only half awake, “if you’re trying to tell me that you’re not really a lawyer I already know.”

Jace froze, his voice dying in his throat, “Wha-how?”

You chuckled softly, “What lawyer do you know that goes around New York in the middle of the day in black leather pants, combat boots and a leather waistcoat, covered in tattoos with a fancy knife strapped to their back?”

Jace went red and he couldn’t help but laugh as the burden of his lie was suddenly lifted.

“Fair enough, but why didn’t you tell me that you knew? Why didn’t you call me out?” He asked.

You shrugged, “I’ve always seen things other people couldn’t, you included. I figured that, whatever it meant, you must’ve had a good reason for lying and I just hoped that one day you’d trust me enough to tell me.”

Jace smiled at you, overwhelmed by how insanely lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

“So?” You continued, “Are you going to come cuddle with me or not?”

He nodded and clambered onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him so that your back was pressed to your chest and he kissed the back of your neck.

“Demons are real,” he whispered into your ear, “I fight them, that’s my real job.”

You made a hum of acknowledgement, “That sounds dangerous. Promise me that you’ll be careful?”

“Of course, I’ve got you to come home to now don’t I?” Jace continued.

You giggled and nuzzled further into the warmth of Jace’s body.

“Y/N?” He asked again.

“Mm hmm.” You answered, obviously on the cusp of sleep again.

“I’m also part angel.” He admitted.

“Well I already knew that.” You answered, “How else would you put up with me?”

Jace laughed and gave you a soft squeeze, “I love you.”

“Not enough to let me sleep apparently.”

never interact with attractive people (1/?)

OK YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TIRED OF STRESSING OUT OVER THIS FIC. JUST. ENJOY WHAT I GOT SO FAR. YUP. (an AU born from these posts, and the nail is that the kwami show up about a year before Adrien attends public school)

In which Chat Noir doesn’t want to love in vain and Marinette can not deal with hot a what.


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(Requested by Anon) 
(Request: Imagine Carlisle teaching you ballroom dancing + Imagine getting ready for a formal event and Carlisle teaches you ballroom dancing + Imagine you wanted to learn ball-room dancing so you applied for the lessons and Carlisle goes as your partner. As time passes, you are made aware of the feelings you have for him.)

You were pretty embarrassed. It seemed like all of the Cullens had class and knew how to dance except for you. Hell, you were pretty sure Bella could dance better than you. So when Alice told you that everyone was going to be dancing at Bella and Edward’s wedding… well, you decided you needed to learn.

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Instinct Part Five

Summary: A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

Warnings: Anxiety attacks, saddness, eventual stuffs

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four  / Six / Seven /  Eight /  Nine

Jimin froze next to you, his lips parted with words that refused to come out as his eyes wildly searched your face for lies–a joke that he couldn’t take being a part of. To his own surprise, there was nothing but your impassive expression patiently awaiting his response.

“Yeah?” In the wake of the budding hope rising in his chest, he ignored Hye and grinned at you. “Really? Do you really mean that?”

He was always an infectious personality, and you had lost all immunity to him; you couldn’t help but match his grin with a toothy smile of your own. “Yeah, Jimin. I mean it.”

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Hello lovely readers! In this chapter we learn more about Lucy’s life outside of Natsu and Happy, and we get to meet people!! Some of my personal hc’s about characters will be popping up through out, and man do I live for brotps. 

THE STORY IS EXPANDING FINALLY. So without further ado, ta da!

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbor Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 4842

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three

“Lu Lu!”

“Hey Levy!” Lucy waved at her laptop screen, joy radiating off of the petite blue haired girl on the other side who kept bouncing in place. Levy and Lucy had yet to video chat, Levy’s few hours off from the Crocus Library -where she worked as the head coordinator and had written several papers already on some of the ancient texts that were found there- always seeming to clash with Lucy’s schedule. Until today of course, as both had set aside time specifically to talk. The three hour time difference didn’t help matters either.

“So how have your jobs been going? On the road to publishing already?” Levy asked excitedly, fixing her orange hairband when it was finally jostled out of place by her constant movement. Lucy giggled at her friend before breaking into a long explanation about the intricacies of her new job, and how just yesterday she had been given the small promotion of becoming one of the preliminary editors to one of their largest magazines, Sorcerer’s Weekly. Lucy still didn’t fully understand the odd name, but was excited and proud none the less. She still had her other duties to attend to at the firm, running small errands and setting up appointments and interviews for her boss Jason, not to mention her other serving job. She was currently in the middle of telling Levy about the time she had lost balance when serving what she guessed to be at least eight glasses of wine. She had put too many glasses on one side and the tray had tipped when she had taken one to place on the table, spilling one white glass on the paying customer - a judge of all people- and the other seven reds and whites on herself in an attempt to overcompensate. In the middle of the lounge side. Levy’s cackling had spurred on Lucy’s dramatic reenactment with her hands, motions wild as Lucy told her story. The two girls continued to laugh together as Levy informed Lucy that she had caused a miniature book avalanche trying to reach a book on the fifth shelf, soft titters lingering as they calmed down from their latest fit. Lucy rubbed her now sore stomach as Levy wiped away a stray tear from her eye, repositioning the laptop on the pillow that rested on top of her knees while she sat crossed legged on her living room sofa.

“So when do you meet up with Gray for lunch?” Levy questioned, Lucy’s eyes flickering to the time in the bottom right hand corner. She was set to meet him at Cana’s bar at one, which gave her another two hours to get ready and be there.

“In a couple hours, so what have you been up to? Any cute guys catch your eye?” Lucy replied, eyes glinting at the mention of any potential lover’s for her friend. Levy rolled her eyes at Lucy’s sly grin, waving her hand at the screen.

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