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Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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Suga Daddy: Part Five

Suga Daddy: Part Five

Word count: 6.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Alright, I hope you enjoy this. Sorry to all the people whose souls i’ve shattered. (not really) Let me know how you enjoy it if you want :)  

parts: one | twothreefour

“What the hell is going on?”

You and Taehyung pulled apart quickly, both looking at the figure, staring at you with a hard gaze and a clenched jaw. You gasped, “Yoongi.”

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No but imagine... Scorbus as Internet friends

•So like Albus just casually runs a really popular social media acc and Scorpius is like a Smol bby who just starts talking to Albus because he wanted too
• but like they actually are best friends irl
• but they use fake names so they have no idea it’s them to each other
• and they become like really good friends on the internet talking like daily
• and somehow even though they talk about their life a lot they never mention names so neither of them catch on
• so Albus has already developed a huge and I mean huge crush on Scorpius (irl) so he goes to his Internet friend who is also Scorpius for advice
• and Scorpius has fallen in love with Albus on the internet and is like heartbroken when Albus asks for advice but since he’s a good friend he helps him
• and much to his surprise, Albus ends up doing the exact thing Scorpius advised him to do to Scorpius and he’s just confused bc didn’t I just tell my friend to do this the other day?
• and Albus is just happy that he pulled it off but then sees confusion on Scorpius’ face and gets disappointed
• so he goes and asks Scorpius for help again and there they go back and forth for like a few months
• until Scorpius finally musters the courage to ask for something like a face reveal and HAHAHHA THE SHOCK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE SEES THAT IT WAS ALBUS
• so Scorpius sends a face reveal to Albus too and Albus is just really embarrassed but then all the confusion makes sense
• but since they are right next to each other they just turn and start laughing
• and the next thing you know Albus’ lips are on Scorpius and they are kissing

Tea Party

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1,434

Summary: Kim Taehyung is the class clown who you’ve really never had time for, but when your parents invite his over for dinner, you find yourself getting to know him in a way you’d never anticipated.

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A Way to You Again: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Angst

Word Count:  2153

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Steve to the rescue!  I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by supergayys

Originally posted by madqirl

I grumbled sleepily as I turned over in the bed. Another morning – another terrible hangover. It had been a few days since my phone conversation, or lack thereof, with Bucky – and he had been silent ever since. Today was the last day Nicole could stay with me as she needed to get back to her life, her family, and her job. She begged me to go with her, but I had politely declined. I needed to find my footing again and figure out what my next step was. There was no way I could go back to Stark Tower – not after everything that had happened. I sighed to myself as I stared at the ceiling. I could hear talking in the other room which I tried desperately to ignore until a knock at the bedroom door caused me to angrily huff, “What?”

“You have a visitor,” Nicole called through the door. My heart jumped as I shot up in the bed just in time for her to open the door. “Captain America?” Nicole asked jokingly.

“My friends call me Steve,” he responded as he looked at her with a grin before turning his gaze to me – the grin slipping from his face.

I smiled weakly at him – the sudden spike of adrenaline mixed with my hangover was making the room tilt in an odd way. “Hey Stevie,” I muttered before laying back down in the bed and ignoring the presence of both Steve and Nicole.


“And she’s just been like this?” Steve asked in the other room. It was a few hours later and I was fully awake, but unwilling to leave the room out of pure embarrassment.

“For days now. I’m honestly not sure when she’s been sober during the last week,” Nicole replied. I scoffed. That was a little overdramatic. I drank every night to help myself sleep – I had just always happened to drink enough to feel horrible the next day. “What about your friend? This Bucky?”

“He’s absolutely miserable. Shuts himself away from everyone else. Snaps every time someone tries to talk with him. He hasn’t been like this in a long time,” by the sound of his voice Steve was certainly concerned. I was too – I couldn’t help but feel a sudden urge to jump in my car and go to him.

“Do you know exactly what happened?” Nicole asked pointblank. I could always count on her to cut through the shit and get to the bottom of the problem.

“He won’t talk to me about it. He just tells me it’s his fault and that he’s miserable without her. Has… has Y/N said anything?” he asked uncertainly.

“It’s probably best that you talk to her about it… So you um… don’t really mind staying with her?” I bolted upright at this. I didn’t need to be passed off like a child – I was capable of taking care of myself. I pushed off the bed and stomped into the living room. As I opened my bedroom door Nicole was picking up her bags and already turned towards the front door. I stopped and awkwardly cleared my throat. I felt all the anger leave me in a rush; I really didn’t want her to go. She turned to face me and gave me a smile before dropping her bags and taking the remaining steps to close the distance between us before giving me a bone crushing hug.  “Take care of yourself, sis. I can try to come back soon,” she added nervously as she pulled away and looked at me.

“I’ll be fine,” I answered meekly.

“You always are,” she responded as she turned and grabbed her bags before making her way to the door.

An awkward silence fell on the room once she had left. Steve turned to look at me – his eyes already asking the questions that had been running on repeat in his brain. “So…”

“Are you hungry?” I interrupted. I knew I was in for an interrogation, but I wasn’t about to let it start without getting some food.

Steve shook his head in exasperation. “If I say no will it help me get the answers any faster?” He couldn’t help but let a grin tug at the corners of his lips.

“Nope,” I grinned back at him.

“Okay fine – you lead and I’ll follow,” he answered reluctantly.


“Why did you run off?” Steve asked as he set the plastic menu on the table. I sighed heavily –so it was straight to business then. I had hoped that maybe we could get through dinner with pleasant conversation and hold off on the heavier conversations until later. I motioned for the waitress to take our orders. Once she was gone I picked up my untouched glass of whiskey and swirled the ice inside it lazily.

I peeked up to see Steve staring at my intently. He wasn’t going to let me off the hook. “It… it doesn’t matter Steve,” I tried my best to be nonchalant but my attempt landed flat.

He scoffed – obviously annoyed. “It does matter and you damn well know it,” he replied impatiently.

I rolled my eyes at the severity of his tone before meeting his eyes and realizing the hurt that laid behind them. “I’m… I’m sorry Steve,” I muttered into my glass. “Everything just got so messed up.”

“Y/N, what happened? I can’t help fix it… if you won’t tell me,” he answered earnestly as he reached across the table and placed his hand reassuringly on mine.

I swallowed hard – it would be harder to tell Steve than it had been Nicole. I looked at him with a sad smile on my face. “I… I love him Steve,” I whispered sadly as I shrugged my shoulders.

This was obviously not what Steve was anticipating. His eyebrows shot up before he regained composure and a soft smile formed on his face. “Well that’s not so bad is it?” He asked shyly.

“Did you know he was sleeping with Nat?” I asked absentmindedly. Steve’s jaw dropped open – a slew of half-words falling out. “She said it stopped around the time he started spending time with me,” I added thickly.

“Oh that fucking idiot,” Steve whispered under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair. It was my turn to be shocked – Steve never swore.

“Steve?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t tell me… wouldn’t tell me why you had left or what was wrong.” He was shaking his head angrily as he spoke. “I didn’t know about Nat – I had no idea, but I did have an idea about you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity had peaked over my misery.

“He started to change about five months ago. At first it was subtle, but it started to become much more noticeable. No one else noticed, because no one else knows Bucky as well as I do. I’d catch him daydreaming… He’d smile for no reason… He was just lighter… happier. For the first time since the War I had that young kid from Brooklyn back as my best friend,” he explained as he shrugged sadly. I suddenly became acutely aware of the indention my teeth were making in the side of my cheek. Even as he spoke I felt the butterflies that I always had when I was around Bucky. When we were together there was an undercurrent of excitement like some sort of spastic electricity that I could never explain or reason out – even to myself.

“I miss him,” I answered quietly as I fidgeted with the food that the waitress had set in front of us.

“He misses you. Listen – I’m not telling you to forgive him. Hell, I still plan on getting the full story from him, but come home. Please?” Steve reached across the table once again to squeeze one of my anxious hands. I looked up and lost my resolve in his sad blue eyes. There was no way I could say no.

“I can’t get hurt again Steve. I promised myself.”

“I know – I promise I won’t let it happen, okay?” He smiled sweetly at me as I nodded. Of course Steve was right – I needed to hear Bucky out.


“Are you sure you don’t want to head back today?” Steve asked as he raised an eyebrow curiously.

I shook my head as I continued looking forward. “I agreed that I will hear him out, but I don’t want to go back today. The drive is too long and I need to pack.”

Steve rolled his eyes playfully. His mood had definitely improved since I had agreed to go back to Stark Tower, but he was going to have to wait one more day. I wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared today after his surprised visit. “So what do you want to do today?” he asked as he spun on his heel and looked at me.

I shrugged. “We could go to the beach for awhile. The weather’s pretty nice. The ocean here is just so much better than what we have in New York,” I responded.

“Deal,” he responded as we continued our journey back to the cottage.


“I know you’re mad at Buck for not telling you everything, but maybe you should meet him halfway?” Steve said as he stared at me from across the little fire we had built in front of the cottage. The sun was starting to set as the evening waned into night. “I just mean,” he added as he raised both of his hands in response to the look I had given him. “Did he know you had a sister?”

I sat quietly as I diverted me eyes from him. He had a point. “No,” I mumbled back.

“And I’m assuming you didn’t tell him for a good reason?” he added.

“Yeah,” I responded as I chewed on my bottom lip. I had tried to keep my life before the Avengers separate from my new life. It was relatively easy. My parents had both died so it had just left Nicole, who had agreed with my reasoning for the safety of her own family.

“Well I think I’m going to head to bed since it will be an early morning,” Steve announced – breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between us.

“Yeah good idea. I think I will too,” I mumbled. We put the fire out and headed wearily to our rooms. I feared that it wouldn’t matter how tired I was – the amount of nervous energy running through my mind and body was sure to keep me awake.


I blinked wearily – trying to wake myself up as we weaved in and out of cars on the freeway. Just as I had predicted I didn’t sleep the night before, making for a very long drive back to New York City. We had had several close calls from my less than stellar reflexes that left Steve grumbling in the passenger seat.

“Y/N! Stop!” Steve yelled as I slammed on my brakes and veered off the road. Traffic had come to a sudden halt and my internal monologue had prevented me from noticing. I put the car in park and shakily placed my head on the steering wheel with a groan. “Okay – that’s it. I’m driving,” Steve announced sternly before unbuckling himself and exiting the car. I sighed in frustration. There was no reason to argue with him after I had almost killed both of us.

“Fine,” I muttered as he opened the door and I unbuckled myself before exiting the car. I stomped to the other side of the car and threw myself into the seat – slamming the door behind me.

“You done?” Steve asked through a chuckle.

“Yes,” I muttered as I shed my hoodie before buckling my seatbelt. I wadded the hoodie into a makeshift pillow and placed it between my head and the window before closing my eyes. Maybe I was tired enough to rest for awhile. “Steve?” I asked as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“Yeah?” he responded as we pulled back onto the highway. We had about four hours left before we reached the city and there had been something I had been meaning to ask Steve.

“Something has… er… well I’ve been wondering something ever since you showed up…. Why did you come instead of Bucky?” I didn’t immediately receive an answer from him so I peeked through my lashes to see him clutching my steering wheel with white knuckles. I had the sudden fear that he would snap it in two.

He chuckled nervously. “Well… I thought I was less likely to get punched than he would,” he responded before falling into an awkward silence.

“And?” I asked as I lifted my head and turned to look at him.

“Well Bucky doesn’t exactly know that I am with you,” he responded nervously as he turned to give me a wink.


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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,081
Warnings: Smut. Oral sex (female).
Request: ( Anonymous ) Could you please do a Gabriel (or Balthazar) x reader fic where the reader tells them that she has never cum from oral sex - and that nowadays she just stop guys from going down on her because so many has become annoyed in the past because they couldn’t get her to cum, and the angel in question is like “humans!” and proceed to show her how much better an angel lover is? I think Gabe or Balth are the ones that enjoy giving oral most :) 

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Blending

Originally posted by ofallingstar

Character: Prince Adam (The Beast)

You stared down at your freshly cleaned palette, debating on if you should paint again so soon after spending a great deal of time scrubbing the long dried paint off the wood, even having to scratch off bits of crimson and mauve from the small crooks of the board with the plates of your nails. But nonetheless, it was your job to paint the various portraits and murals for the castle hallways and ballrooms.

You set up your easel in the center of the castle gardens, the large structure towering above you in all of it’s opulence and glory. Taking a moment to adjust your sun hat to rid of the blinding light, you placed a small workbench off to your side with all of your various shades of paints and brushes in a multitude of shapes and styles.

Taking a small step back you tilted your head in various angles to decipher how to go about painting the castle as to the Prince’s request. Once you found something you liked you immediately set upon your work, sketching out the bases and eventually getting lost in the motions as you so often did when the proper inspiration struck you.

You were so absorbed in the creation unfolding before you, you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching you from behind. The person’s footsteps stopped when they were still a good bit away, but close enough to watch your craft.

It wasn’t until you placed your paintbrush down and opened a jar of deep blue paint that you noticed the fancy heeled shoes standing out in contrast to the grass. Your gaze slowly moved up and you came face to face with the Prince of the castle.

You about jumped four feet in the air upon seeing him, almost knocking over your worktable had it not been for your arms that quickly wrapped around it and halting it’s fall. “Y-Your Majesty!” You said in a brief moment of shock. “You’ll have to forgive me, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here so early in the day.”

He offered you a small smile and glanced at the various swatches of paint that lined the backs of your hands that still had an iron grip on the table. You noticed the odd look he gave you and immediately released your hold. “Is there something I can help you with, sire?”

Prince Adam shook his head as he peered over your shoulder to gaze upon the canvas. “This is the painting I asked of the castle is it not?”

You nodded your head silently, moving slightly so he could look at it more closely as you stepped back from him, arms behind your back as you awaited his inspection.

“I knew I had chosen you for a reason, this is some rather extraordinary work.” He said with a cheerful tone as he turned to you with a small smile.

Your hand went under your chin as your eyes went to his in surprise. “Do you really think so?” You asked sincerely, taking a step closer as you moved to his side.

This was the first compliment you had received from the young Prince since your employment. As a matter of fact, you hadn’t seem him much at all since your brief introduction on your first day as the court painter of the Royal household. Some of the staff explained that he was busy with remodels of some of the castle exterior and overall attempting to brush out a lot of tangles that had occurred within the management of the kingdom.

However, when you asked what had happened, they’d all smile and shrug their shoulders, telling you he had been away for a rather long time and things had gotten a little hectic within the castle walls.

“How could I not? Your style is really rather unique than the painters we’ve had in the castle before, it captures a lot more of it’s real essence.”

You bowed respectfully. “Thank you, sire.”

He shook his head and held out his arms in front of them. “There really isn’t a need for the formalities. You need only call me by my name.“

“As you wish, Prince Adam.”

Adam made made an attempt to say something to you, but stopped himself short.”It’s only just now occurred to me I don’t really now your name, and since you know mine it only seems fair to tell me.”

You gave him a minuscule smile before telling him what he wished to hear. “(Y/n), my name’s (Y/n).”

You had held out your hand with intentions for him to shake it, but he took it gently in own and kissed the back of it. “Well it is very nice to make your acquaintance, (Y/n).”

You laughed bashfully as you looked into his eyes. “Likewise.”

A/n: I have zero clue where this would go in terms of timeline,although it does take place after the curse has been broken but let’s just say it’s an alternative end where Belle opts to travel Europe after the curse instead. (lame i know but bare with me here, it’s all i got at the moment.)

Fresh Start - Part 3

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Joe West and Julian Albert

Words: 2369

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @moonlightbae14 @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms

Request: none

Notes: thank you to everyone who’s reading this story! I’m so happy you like it so far!

Originally posted by dailygrantgustin

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 8  /  PART 9


Of course that incident during your very first hours in Central City had consequences. You told Thea what happened that same night and, of course, she ended up telling Oliver in no time. As a result, your voicemail was full of messages of a really angry, worried and protective older brother who threatened with showing up in Central City and taking you back with him if you didn’t call him back in less than 12 hours.

Talking him out of that threat in the morning wasn’t easy at all but somehow you managed to calm him down after being with him on the phone for more than an hour. You really appreciated his concern but there were times when you just wanted to kick his ass. Especially when his overprotection caused you to be late for your first day at journalism school.

You were lucky your teacher was a nice mid-age woman. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been allowed to walk in the class. The first subject was actually pretty interesting. They were going to teach how to write a proper article, what register you had to use and which one you couldn’t, which were the right words according to the topic. They were going to teach you how to write. What you didn’t expect was to have work to do by the time the class had finished.

“I want an article about the topic you chose concerning Central City. It can be about projects the Mayor is carrying out, shops opening, metahumans, crime…whatever you chose is ok. Just remember: adjust your register, your language and state your sources. You have a week. Thank you and I see you on Wednesday” she explained while she took her papers.

The rest of the classes were as interesting as the first one and you couldn’t wait to see what this degree had to offer but you were already loving it. Lucky for you, the only work you had to do so far was writing that article and you had a week. Your way back home, all you could think about was topics to write about and you couldn’t come up with any good one.

It took you a time to find a parking spot and when you did, you went straight to Jitters to have lunch since you still didn’t have time to buy groceries and didn’t feel like doing it. When you finally had your lunch and a table to sit, you took out your laptop and started doing some research on the city while you called Thea.

“Hey! How was your first day?”  She asked the moment she picked it up.

“Great! I already love it” you smiled with enthusiasm. “But I already have work to do and I honestly don’t know where to start” you said.

“What is it about? Maybe I can help” she suggested. Soon you told her what the class was about and what you had to do, hoping she could really help you out on this one.

“And I don’t know what I can talk about. When the teacher started talking about writing an article, I immediately thought about writing it about Oliver, you know? I can get an interview with the Mayor of Star City” you laughed. “But then she said it had to be about Central City” you sighed scrolling down the screen in search for some inspiration.

“I would do it about metahumans” she said right away. You frowned at the answer.

“I’m not really interested in them” you commented.

“But people is! It’s an article people would read. Normal people with super powers? C’mon!” She exclaimed.

“Well you have a point…” you said as you typed ‘metahumans’ and searched for it. “I would definitely have information” you added as you saw all the results.

“And I’m sure you can even go to the police and ask someone there. They must have an expert or something like that” she told you.

“I guess…” you whispered. “Actually yes, maybe I can do it about metas” you nodded to yourself. “Thanks Thea, you’re a love” you said.

“I know” she said. You rolled your eyes at the response. “I gotta go to work but I’ll text you later, ok?”

“Ok, bye Speedy” you said before hanging up. “Metahumans…” you mumbled looking through the articles that had been written about them. “The world is crazy” you added before closing your laptop.

You had your topic, you had a week and you were hungry. It could definitely wait.

When you finished your lunch you went straight to the supermarket. You couldn’t just waste money eating out so the sooner you had your food, the sooner you would stop wasting money. The rest of the day was spent at home, unpacking and putting everything in place while you made a list of the things you needed for the apartment. By the time you were done, you were completely exhausted so you made yourself some popcorn, connected your computer to the TV and turned on Netflix.

Next day at university, the classes were as interesting as the first one. Except History of Journalism. That was the most boring class you had ever attended to and the teacher didn’t help. All he did was turning off the lights, turn on the computer and play a PowerPoint while he started talking in a monotone tone that would make anyone fall asleep.

So, after 15 minutes trying to paying attention and not getting anywhere with that, you opened your internet browser and started doing some research of metahumans as you took notes of everything you saw that it looked interesting. You knew there had been many metahumans attacks here in Central City but you never thought there would be that much. In less than five minutes you had a whole list of fifteen metahumans with different powers. But one of them stood out: The Flash.

The scarlet speedster that had saved Central City was all around the papers. Obviously he was loved by the whole city and he had even worked with the Green Arrow sometimes. It was interesting but the articles didn’t give you much more information. You needed a source and you knew where to get one: CCPD. You searched through the department web and soon you came up with a name: Julia Albert, metahumans expert. He was your guy.

When you finished your classes you went straight to the police department. There had to be someone who could give you more information about these metas so, once again, you were standing in front of the desk. Fortunately, this time there was another man behind it. A nicer one than the last time.

“I’m a journalism student and I have to write an article for one of my classes” you started explaining after he asked you what you needed. “I’ve decided to write it about metahumans so I was wondering if I could talk to Julian Albert? Your expert” you smiled.

“First I would need to your student ID if that’s not a problem” the man smiled at you.

“Oh sure! Sorry” you chuckled looking for it in your bag. Soon you found it and showed to him before hanging it around your neck.

“Alright, Miss Queen” the officer said with a smile. “Albert’s lab is upstairs. Turn left and you will find it at the end of the corridor” he informed you.

“Thank you” you smiled at him before following his instructions.

You would love to say that you got there with no problems but the truth was that your orientation wasn’t good at all so you had to ask for indications once again. Finally, you found the door with a sign next to it that said “Forensic Lab”. You peeked in and saw a blond guy sat down in front of a table, focused on some papers, and another one next to the window, looking at some kind of tube. Before you could say anything, the blond one got up in a hurry.

“Caitlin texted me. She has the result. I’ll text you later” he said taking his coat. His British accent actually surprised you.

“Alright” the other guy said.

“Hi…” you said shyly as you walked into the laboratory.

Both of them looked at you at the same time, obviously not expecting anyone at the moment. You imagined the blond guy was Julian Albert, the expert, since you recognized the other one as Barry, the nice guy you met on your first day. It looked like he recognized you as well, since he smiled at you the moment he looked at you.

“Hi! What a surprise,” Barry said.

“Do you know her?” Julian asked confused.

“I met her the other day downstairs. What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked walking over you.

“Yes, actually I came to talk to you…Julian?” You said looking at the British.

“That’s too bad because I have to go. Sorry. But I’m sure Barry will be able to help you” he said walking pass you before you had the chance to say anything.

When he was gone you just stood there like an idiot, a bit confused by how he had stormed off all of sudden. Did you smell or something? When you heard a chuckle in the room, you turned to look at Barry to see him laughing silently.

“Something funny?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, sorry” he chuckled. “You just…look funny right now” he shrugged.

“Well, thank you” you said crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you” he apologized and put the tube on the table. “Can I help you?” He asked.

“I…don’t think so” you frowned. “I came here because I’m writing an article about metahumans for a class so I wanted to talk to the expert but he’s gone faster than The Flash” you told Barry.

“Believe me, The Flash is way faster than that” he smiled as he walked over you. “What are you studying?” He asked.

“Journalism. Just started” you smiled proudly.

“Really? A friend of mine is a journalist for the CCPN” he told you. “Central City Picture News” he added when he saw your confusion. “You’re not from here, are you?” He asked.

“I’m from Star City, actually. I’m still trying to get used to the place” you shrugged.

“I see” he nodded. “Well, Julian is busy right now and I think he will be gone for a while. But maybe I can help you” he shrugged.

“Do you know anything about metahumans?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You would be surprised” he chuckled.

The answer was somewhat odd but you decided to let it go. This guy was one of the few people that had been nice to you since your arrival so you didn’t want to bother him with stupid questions.

“Well…ok” you nodded. “So can I ask you some questions?” You said awkwardly since you still wasn’t too sure about how this interviewing thing worked.

“Barry!” A big man came into the room wearing a black coat with a white shirt underneath. “We have to go. Cisco called me. It’s important” he said.

“Eh…Joe, this is (Y/N)” he said stopping this Joe for talking, like he could say anything wrong.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you had company. I’m Joe West, detective” he smiled kindly as he shook your head.

“Nice to meet you” you smiled at him and looked at Barry. “Raincheck?” You asked.

“Absolutely” he said taking a piece of paper and writing something down. “Call me tonight and we can meet up, alright?” he said handing the paper over.

“Sure. Thank you” you smiled at him.

“No problem” he smiled back. “See you”

None of them gave you time to say anything else before they left. Well, it looked everyone in this place was in a hurry except you. With a sigh, you put the paper in your back pocket and you looked around but since you had nothing else to do there you decided to leave the place before someone saw you. You didn’t even know if you were supposed to be there unaccompanied.

You had to do a couple things for college and you were starving so you went straight to the apartment to get it done. The afternoon was over before you even realized but you managed to get everything done in time. Still, you had some laundry to do so you took your basket and went to the laundry room of the building. Before putting the jeans in the machine, you checked the pockets and it was there when you came across the piece of paper Barry gave you.

“Damn!” you exclaimed.

Quickly, you put your laundry in the machine and took out your phone. It was almost 1 a.m. but maybe you were lucky and Barry was still awake. First, you saved his number into your phone and then, hesitantly, you dialed it and waited, biting your lip as you felt some tickling in your stomach.

“Hello?” His voice said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi Barry. It’s me, (Y/N)” you said.

“Oh, hi! I was starting to think that you had found another metahuman expert to talk to” he said making you laugh a little.

“I would never do that to you” you smiled. “Sorry it took me so long, I’ve been busy” you sighed.

“No worries. I’ve been busy too so I guess you called just in time” he said.

“I’m glad then. So…when are you available?” You asked biting your lip. Why did you felt so nervous doing this?

“Are you free tomorrow? Maybe we can have some coffee around 10 in the morning?” He suggested. Luckily for you, you didn’t have your first class until noon the next day so 10 should be fine.

“Sure! That would be great” you agreed.

“Perfect. Do you know where Jitters is?” He asked.

“Of course” you smiled. “So…see you there at 10 then” you said.

“Sure. See you tomorrow. Goodnight” he replied.

“Goodnight Barry” you said and slowly hung up, ignoring all those sensations going up and down your body just by the sound of his voice. Definitely, you needed to calm down.

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19 Jun <3

19. First time waking up next to each other

Consider this the second part to Jun + first time sleeping on the same bed together!


You weren’t sure if you were woken up by the Sun sneaking into the hotel room through the blinds that hadn’t been shut properly or by Jun mumbling something in his sleep, or possibly by both, but your lips curved into a small smile either way before your eyes had even opened.

“Jun?” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his near your stomach, and turned your head a little. All you could see was his hair falling over his face, since it was getting really long, and when you didn’t get a reply, you figured that he was still asleep. Chuckling quietly, you began turning around with Jun’s arm still around you. “You sure don’t move around while sleeping…”

It was exhilarating to be so close to him, and you couldn’t help but slowly reach for his hair, which you moved away from his forehead, pleased to see that it also stayed away. A soft smile spread to your lips at the sight of his eyes still peacefully shut as he breathed steadily, his lips parted the slightest bit. You moved your fingertips to touch his cheek gently, and bit on your lower lip a little in excitement as you ran your fingers over the slightest beginning of a stubble on his jaw.

When Jun scrunched his nose, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly.

“You’re tickling me,” he muttered groggily, keeping his eyes shut, but you could feel his arm tighten a little around you.

“So?” you asked with a grin, and with your hand cupping Jun’s cheek, gave him a sweet kiss that you were unable to keep yourself from giving him. As you pulled away slowly, you smiled as Jun finally let his eyes flutter open. “Good morning.”

He gave you a small smile, still visibly sleepy, and pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Good morning.”

Laughing, you ran your fingers through his hair and embraced him back. “I didn’t know you’d be like this first thing in the morning.”

“The more you know, huh,” Jun grinned and gave you a peck on your neck. “In my defense, it’s our first morning together.”

You pouted and pulled back a little. “Are you saying this won’t become a thing?”

He raised his eyebrows, his lips parting in surprise. “Do you want it to?”

“Naturally,” you mumbled, a small pout still present on your lips, and slid down on the bed so that you could press your head to his chest. “You know I love cuddling you.”

Jun chuckled and stroked your back, his voice amused as he spoke. “Alright, honey. Morning cuddles it is.”

You hummed in satisfaction. “I like the sound of that.”

Silence fell over you for a moment as you enjoyed each other’s presence, still giving yourselves some time to wake up properly. Jun let his eyes fall back shut every now and then, his fingers moving slowly in your hair while you drew figures in his back.

Suddenly, he snorted, and you lifted your face.

“So, you don’t kick in your sleep,” he stated in amusement, and opened his eyes to look at you playfully when he saw you staring back at him, “but you do talk a little.”

You pursed your lips, your cheeks heating up, and with your brain going over dozens of possibilities of what you might have said, spoke. “…What did I say?”

With a smug grin on his face, Jun leaned down, his nose touching yours. “Just my name a few times. Makes me wonder what kind of a dream you were having…”

At that point your cheeks were certain to be rosy in color, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. Jun remained close to you, but didn’t kiss you. 

Your lips brushed a little against his as you spoke again. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you think the dream was like, but in reality there was just restaurant called Jun that I really liked.”

His grin widened, if it was even possible, and he laughed a little. “Do you really want me to go into what it could mean that I was a restaurant that you liked?”

When his words hit you, you groaned and hid your face in his chest while he laughed and hugged you tightly. “I hate you.”

Jun shook his head and hummed, “You love me, and I love you too.”


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Monsta X reaction to seeing their s/o being flirted by two men who speaks their language during a date

cont: and while he’s away (like buying something or idk)

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Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Shownu; Shownu couldn’t believe what he was seeing, especially when he just went to throw his bottle. There were two young men who were already closing in and it was completely written all over your face that you weren’t interested in them and was about to leave when one of the guys took a hold of your hand, which Shownu finally had enough of. Making his way towards you, he’d actually clear his throat and slap away the hands of the man, giving him that look on the gif. When the men didn’t seem to budge, Shownu would actually crack his knuckles and ask if they have any problem and when finally noticed that Shownu was serious, they’d run off and leave the two of you, leaving Shownu slightly pissed but in a happy mood since you’ve wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for saving you from those creeps.

Oh, where are you going little kitty? *smirks at you while the grip around your wrists tightens, making you wince in pain*”

“Let go off me–” “*clears his throat and smacks the man’s hand away, making him remove his hands off of you* What the heck are you doing?”

“*scoffs and steps up, eyeing Shownu from head to toe* Who might you be–”

“*cracks his knuckles and glares at the man* Do you have any problem? I guess you want to take this problem outside– *the two men dashes away* Tss.”

Originally posted by kihqun

Wonho; The last thing Wonho would expect to see once he comes back from ordering both your drinks was seeing two men flirting with his girl. Wonho had already noticed these men before the two of you even chose your seats and he knew they were trouble. He would angrily chew on his gum with the number on his hands, making his way back to you with his eyes never leaving the men who were now trying to take hold of your hand. He would loom over the man who really tried to touch you and would literally speak up behind him, making the man jump and look back to see Wonho’s strong arms going past through his face as he places the number on the table. A smirk would be found on Wonho’s face as he brings his arms back, looking down at the man with an eyebrow raised. He may look friendly but the tone of his voice would be icy cold and he wouldn’t really think twice and let the men know that you’re his and they have to piss off before they could even regret walking up to you and flirt with you. And to your surprise, Wonho would be all smiles when the men bowed and apologized for what they’ve done and it’d be as if nothing really happened.

Excuse me, what the heck are you trying to do with my woman? *fake smile, eyes boring onto the man’s head*”

“What the heck— Oh…. *starts to sweat when he sees Wonho* U-uh, we’re just trying to make friends with her.”

“Oh? Really? You call ‘holding her hand’ as making friends? I don’t think so. I’ll count up to three, and if you’re still here, I wouldn’t hold back and break every single bone you have. 1….. 2…. *the two men starts to get up and bow, apologizing for ever going near you* How cute… *takes a seat right in front of you and smiles* I ordered your favorite.”

“What was that, Wonho?” “What’s what? *innocently blinks at you*”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk; It hasn’t been a minute when Minhyuk saw two men walking up to you while you waited for him as he volunteered to pay for both of your clothes. He wouldn’t be too happy when he sees the men closing up on you but he’d be pretty amused by how you flashed them your fakest smile and excused yourself, to which would have Minhyuk relieved and would turn his attention back to the line. But when it was already his turn, he took a quick glance at you and noticed how uncomfortable you’ve become when the two men decided to walk up to you again. Let’s just say Minhyuk quickly paid for the clothes and immediately slung an arm around your shoulder and smiled at you, acting like he doesn’t even notice the two men glaring at him. Minhyuk would also place emphasis on the endearments and would just pull you away from the boys and out of the place, only to have him whining the minute he steps foot out of the shop. Minhyuk would ramble about what happened and would ask you about it, like what did they tell you or did you know them and many more. But soon enough, he’d be distracted by the sight of puppies, asking you if you guys could adopt one.

Oh baby, I’m so sorry if it took me long enough to pay for our clothes for our honeymoon next week. *smiles lovingly at you and places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him*”

“*glares at Minhyuk and eyes him from head to toe*”

“*purposely hits the man on the face when he slings the bag on his shoulder* Let’s go baby! *pulls you out of the shop and his smile would be replaced with a pout* Baby, what was that? The nerve of those men, didn’t they see how uncomfortable you were when they approached you or something? *sighs* Baby, what did they tell you? I bet they asked you for your number or something… *sees puppies* BABE! PUPPIESSSSS!!!! *drags you towards the puppies* Can we adopt one?”

“No, babe.”

Originally posted by wullahs

Kihyun; It was just another picnic day for you and Kihyun and you were busy munching on some of the kimbap he made when he kindly excused himself as he badly needed to go to the bathroom. When he’s finally relieved, he goes out of the bathroom and sees two men ogling over you and was trying to flirt with you. He knows that you’re beautiful but he’d be utterly surprised to see two men going up to you. He wouldn’t be too happy about it and would immediately make his way back to you and would actually ask them if they need something or if they’re lost or something. But when the men would just snicker and ignore him, he’d actually tell them to piss off before everything get’s bloody hell and he wouldn’t really sugarcoat the insults that would leave his mouth. Thankfully, the men left without even apologizing, which would leave Kihyun in an awful mood that he’d be stuff a couple of kimbaps in his mouth and would look like an angry hamster. When you tried to comfort him, he’d just look at you and would ask you why you have to be so beautiful to attract random men.

Baby, are you sulking or what? *looks at Kihyun and sees him stuffing his face with some kimbap*”

“*glances towards your direction and back on the kimbap in front of him*”

“*Aww, baby, what’s wrong? *coos at him and pulls him into a hug, only to be surprised by his questions*”

“Why do have to be so beautiful to the point that you attract random men? *pouts*”

“I don’t know, ask your future mom&dad-in-law.”

Originally posted by faidream

Hyungwon; Hyungwon wouldn’t really mind at first since he was in the midst of ordering a couple of desserts and drinks for the two of you. But when he was waiting for the drinks and desserts at the counter, he wouldn’t be able to rip his eyes off of you and the two men, who were giving you such flirty smiles and stares, which kind of ticked Hyungwon off. When the orders were already complete, Hyungwon would be walking towards your table with an ominous aura emitting off from him and it’d only take the second guy to notice him and break into a cold sweat when he saw the look on Hyungwon’s face. He would actually be politely asking them if they have any problem or what not, and when they replied a no, he would actually directly ask them why were they there in the first place and the two men wouldn’t even bother responding as they’re already running away for their lives. Hyungwon would just place the desserts and drinks on the table and ask you if were you hurt or something.

Babe… thanks for shooing them away… *glances at Hyungwon’s expression than to the strawberry cake*”

“No worries. *takes his seat and looks at you with the same look on the gif* Did they touch you or hurt you? *takes a hold of your hand and stares directly into your eyes*”

“No…. but they were kinda creepy tho..”

“*sighs* I should’ve taught them a lesson or two..”

Originally posted by mizz-apple2016

Jooheon; Well, actually, you and Jooheon were actually cross-dressing since the two of you lost a bet. The two of you were at Gongcha, and since you are the guy, you’re the one who’s ordering while Jooheon’s left outside, waiting for you with his silky hair flowing down his shoulder. Somehow, he would get really flustered when two men walked up to him and started flirting with him but in a different language. Jooheon wouldn’t know to react but would just laugh and speak out a word or two that he’d learned from you and would fiddle on his skirt. But when the men didn’t leave, Jooheon would immediately talk to them with his usual voice and would literally tell them that he’s a guy. And when they’ve finally left, you’d come back to see a blushing Jooheon, who immediately hugged you and told you what happened with the same expression on the gif. You wouldn’t understand at first but when you come across the two men, he’d point at them and tell you that they flirted with him, thinking that he was a girl.

Babe, are you alright? *walks up to him with worry, but only to be surprised by Jooheon’s sudden hug*”

“Babe babe babe, you wouldn’t believe what just happened.”

“What? *looks at him weirdly and pulls away from the hug to let him carry the other bag of drinks*”

“There were two men who flirted with me and they thought I was a girl!! *laughing* Man, am I that cute? *aegyo pose*”

“Babe, let’s just go home….”

Originally posted by livelovelunch

I.M; Changkyun was in the middle of choosing some cup ramyeon for the two of you to feast on when he caught a glimpse of two men walking up to you while giving you some flirty smile and wink. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from letting out an omg. It has actually been the nth time since you’ve flirted with men who spoke the same language with you. Grabbing two cup ramyeon, he would immediately pay for it and walk up to you, excusing the two of you from the two males and dragging you away from them. Changkyun wouldn’t really talk some senses into them since he would just drag you away and have the two of you eat some cup ramyeon at his studio. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from talking about how this is the 20th time you’ve been picked on and how this needs to stop and how he should buy some pepper spray for you next time and many more, and this will go on for 20 minutes, only to be silenced by you kissing him on the lips, making him grin widely.

What should I get for [y/n]? Hmm… *taps his lower lip and was about to get you some shin ramyeon when he catches a glimpse of the two men walking up to you* Oh my goodness… when will this stop?! *grabs two random ramyeon and pays for it; hurriedly walks out of the convenience store and takes a hold of your wrists and fake smiles* Excuse me, but I have to get my GIRLFRIEND away from the two of you. Okay? BYE. *drags you away from them*”

“That was fast… *looks at him and sees him with an exasperated look*”

“[y/n], this is the 20th time that you’ve been hit on! I guess we have to eat at my studio… Baby, this needs to stop. You’re getting prettier and prettier by the day and and… for sure you’re gonna get hit on the next time you go out… .Should I buy you some pepper spray? I heard that it’s– *silenced by your kiss, grins widely when you pull away*”

Stars in the Night: Chapter 1

AHHHH I ALREADY FINISHED CHAPTER 1 WHAT. Literally I excepted me to take a long, long time to plan this all out and get it out to y’all. But it all just flowed out nice and perfectly. Love when that happens.

I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I’d love to know!!

Tagging @nifwrites and @cupnoodle-queen because they are my inspiration for this series and they’re just cool people. Also tagging some other friends: @stunninglyignis, @themissimmortal, @stephicness, @itshaejinju, @lupanaoflaminar, and @ebony-and-chocobos <33 

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               THE PRINCE AND ORACLE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED

Each news paper throughout the entirety of Crowncity read the exact same headline and reported on the exact same story.

The war was ending!


 Everyone, rejoice!


 We must celebrate the unification of the Oracle and the Prince of our great country.

Stella rolled her heterochromatic eyes: one of an icy blue, and the other of jade. She crumbled her newspaper into a ball before tossing it over her shoulder. “I don’t believe the Empire for a godsdamned second.”

The morning work rush was the only time Stella and her roommate and partner had time to catch up on matters that existed outside a garage.  The two young woman would spend hours— possibly even days at a time without seeing a single hint of the city that laid just outside their makeshift auto shop.

They sat together at their usual table at their usual place; a small breakfast café that served the best coffee in all of Insomnia.  It was always their go to place after pulling an all-nighter working on cars and various other pieces of technology.

“You and me both, Stell,” Di muttered before bringing her cup of coffee to her lips. “Seems like we’re the only ones in the whole damn city, though.”

“That’s what happens when you’re in constant contact with people outside of the city,” Stella speculated, readjusting the fingerless, black, leather gloves over her right hand. “Funny how Geography will entirely change someones opinion on political matters. We have to start looking for a place out there.”

“As much as I’d love that, you know the pay is better here than out there. We’re barely making it by as it is,” Di sighed, crossing her legs underneath the table.

“I mean, we take enough trips out there. Half our money is probably just spent on gas,” Stella protested.

“Eh,” Di shrugged before taking in her last sip of coffee. “Maybe we’ll just get lucky… maybe one of our soulmates is filthy rich,” the dark skinned girl smirked to herself, placing her empty cup on the metal table that was absolutely covered in crumbs from the scones they had devoured as their breakfast.

A laugh escaped Stella’s pink lips. “Come on, you know I don’t believe in that soulmate stuff. Besides, the last thing I want to do is rely on a man for money. I’d rather struggle on my own than be dependent on someone else.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Di fingered at her messy pony tail that lingered over her strong, broad shoulders. “Can you imagine? Being born or married into a life like Lady Lunarfreya or Prince Noctis? They never have to worry about making rent or having enough money to afford a meal other than cup noodles.”

“Yeah, but they have to worry about being assassinated. I think that takes a bigger emotional toll. It would on me anyway,” Stella gave a small smile as she tossed her long, wavy ginger hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, you wanna get going? It’s gonna take us at least an hour to get out the city.”

“Yeah, let’s head out,” Dia stood up from her seat. “Thank the Six that Hammerhead isn’t that far from the city. I really don’t feel like driving for a full day.”

Stella pushed upward to stand on her feet. “Let’s get going, then. Cindy’s already texted me eight times,” she pulled the cell phone of her jean’s pocket. 

With a sudden jerk of her hand, the cell phone fell straight from Stella’s gloved hand to the café’s hardwood floor. “Ow!” Stella shouted without warning. Di simply smirked.

“Your soulmate getting into another fight, I assume? I don’t know how you claim you don’t believe in soulmates when the guy is constantly getting you beat up,” Di referred to the sensory link  that was shared between all soulmates on Eos. Whenever one half of the pair was in pain, the other felt their agony. Emotional or physical. 

“It’s just gas, I swear,” Stella assured her voice going raspy, placing a hand on the newly tender spot on her stomach. With ease, she lowered herself and retrieved her phone, revealing the new crack that spread across the glass screen. “Dammit!” Stella groaned. “Whoever this guys is, he owes me a new phone!” She turned the phone to show the evidence of the crack to Di, who simply giggled.

“So you believe in soulmates now, right?”

“If it means if I get a new phone… then yes, I believe and will graciously allow my prince charming to sweep me off my feet!”


“C’mon Noct, get up. I didn’t hit you that hard,” Gladiolus taunted with a smirk, holding his great sword over his shoulder with ease.

“I’m glad you’re know so much about what hurts me and what doesn’t,” Noctis grumbled, still recovering from getting the wind knocked out of him. He propped himself upward against his elbow before pushing himself up on his feet once again. “Listen, can we be done for the day? I’m starving.”

“If you buy me pizza, then sure. We can be done for the day,” the future King’s Shield smirked as his sword vanished from his grasp.

“Sounds like a fair deal—“

“Highness,” a familiar voice sounded from behind the Prince.

“Sup, Specs,” Gladio greeted Noctis’s royal advisor, and mutual friend.

“I apologize for interrupting, but there are some important matters to discuss,” Ignis explained, his eyes meeting up with Noctis’s.

“How important?” Noctis groaned, placing a hand on his hip. “Me and the big guy were gonna go out and grab some pizza. Can’t it wait until after?”

“I am afraid not.”

Huffing out a sigh, Noctis walked to the door in which Ignis stood. “Fine,” his shoulders slumped.

You owe me that pizza, Noct. Don’t forget about it,” Gladio called as the Prince and Advisor turned there backs and exited the room.  The door shut with a distinct click before Noctis was able to return his banter.

“So what’s up, Specs?” Noctis asked as he and Ignis walked down the hallway side by side.

“His Majesty just finished his meeting with Niflheim’s Chancellor,” Ignis informed.

“Alright?” Noctis retorted unenthusiastically.

Was this news worth missing out on pizza?

“You father has surrendered all Lucis territories outside of Insomnia in order to halt the war from worsening,” Ignis continued. Noctis’s eyebrows raised in surprise. His father wouldn’t do that. Before Noctis had a chance to interject his comments of confusion, Ignis continued. “And you must wed Lady Lunafreya.”

Noctis halted his footsteps. “Wait, what?” He muttered, rather exasperated.

His whole world seemed to come to a stunning halt as his thoughts threw him backwards, spiraling him into the past. 


“Dad? Is Luna my soulmate?” Noctis questioned his father. Being a simple eight year old child, he never grasped the idea of ‘soulmates.’

“No, Noctis. Luna is not your soulmate.”

“Oh. How can you tell?”

King Regis smiled, kneeling down to reach his sons level. Carefully, he took the Prince’s left hand into his. “See this mark right here?” He tapped on the strange shaped blob that rest upon the top of Noctis’s hand.

“Of the carbuncle?”

“Yes,” the King confirmed. “If Luna was in fact your soulmate, she would have the exact mirror of this image on her right hand.”

“Oh,” Noctis breathed, deep in thought. “Who is Luna’s soulmate then? How do I find my soulmate? What happens if I don’t have a soulmate?” He bombarded his father with questions, not even bothering to take a breath between his sentences.

His father simply chuckled at his child’s interest. “That is for Lady Lunafreya to find out on her own. Her soulmate will come to her in time, just as yours will, Noctis. You are the future King of Lucis. There is someone the Astrals created special just for you. Just as they created your mother for me,” a sad smile grew across the Kings lips.


“Marry Luna?” Noctis repeated, his blue eyes going wide.

“It is for the good of Lucis, Noct.”

Noctis blinked at his friend. “I… uh— yeah, Iggy, you’re right,” he averted his eyes to the marking he so proudly wore on the back of his left palm. A tinge of sadness washed through him.

“I understand how this can come as rather unfortunate news to you,” Ignis began, sympathy growing in his voice, observing as the Prince studied the symbol on his hand.

“No Ignis, it’s fine,” Noctis assured. “I care about Lunafreya.”

“I know but—“

“If I am to spend my life with someone other than my soulmate, I’m glad it’s Luna.”

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“Hey” you greeted Eric. He didn’t answer. The Dauntless leader looked tired as hell. Tired eyes and grumpy face exposed his lack of rest.

“Hey, I’m talking to you” you repeated. Eric turned around with annoyed expression on his face, but when he saw you holding two steaming cups of coffee, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What do you want, princess?” 

He liked to call you like this, cause he thought that it annoyed you, but secretly you loved this nickname…especially coming from his mouth.

You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, and handed him one cup of coffee. “Did I deserve this?” he chuckled and sipped little bit of a drink. 

“Probably not, just thought it’ll make you less of an asshole” you smirked and walked away. “You should get some rest, or It’ll be even more easy to kick your ass” you added.

third time isn’t lucky when it’s meant to be (harvey/mike)

The first time it happened, Harvey saw it coming even before Mike did.

When Harvey arrived at the church he told Ray that they just needed to wait for a bit, that they’d be making a cross state trip within the hour. He didn’t even bother walking into the church, he just stepped out of the car and waited, right there on the sidewalk.

The only surprising thing about the day was how long it took for Mike to come rushing out of the church doors. Harvey thought they’d be on the road by now, but he didn’t begrudge Mike in the least. This was the hardest thing Mike was ever going to have to do, of course he wanted to take all the time he could, while he still had it.

When Mike emerged and saw Harvey standing there waiting for him, there was a flash of surprise before his face melted into rueful acceptance. “How’d you know?” Mike asked.

Harvey just looked at him, incredulous. “I know you,” Harvey replied, and it was enough.

They got in the car and Ray started driving, already knowing the destination. It was going to be a long drive, ninety minutes of the nerves and anticipation ratcheting up to boiling point. Harvey wanted to distract Mike, but every idea he came up with was too lame to say out loud, so in the end he left it up to Mike.

“Talk to me,” Harvey said gently.

Mike huffed out a laugh. “That must be the first time you’ve ever asked me to tell you about my feelings. Normally you run for the hills whenever I get within five feet of the topic.”

Harvey smiled slowly. Even in his darkest moment Mike was giving Harvey shit. It was stupid, but it somehow made Harvey think that maybe things would be okay. “Well, you’ve got-” he checked his watch, “-seventy minutes to spill feelings all over me without me complaining. When are you gonna get an offer like that again?”

Mike smiled weakly at him, but didn’t reply straight away, so Harvey started to worry it was all for naught.

“Rachel’s going to hate me.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. That girl was crazy about Mike and anyone could see it. “No, she won’t.”

“I’m not going to ask you to look after her while I’m gone, because that would be patronizing and she doesn’t need it. But … just, look out for her?”

“Of course.”

Mike spent the next few minutes looking out the window. “I’m scared,” he whispered, and Harvey could feel his heart splitting into a thousand pieces.

Harvey wanted to tell Mike that everything was going to be fine, but he couldn’t lie to him like that. He wanted to tell Mike that he was scared too, that he was terrified that prison was going to change Mike. And for all that Harvey gave Mike crap in the early days of their relationship, as much as he tried to mould and better Mike, the truth was that he didn’t need it. Mike was perfect the way he was, flaws and all, and he didn’t want prison to beat the goodness out of Mike like it had so many others.

But he didn’t say any of that. This was about Mike, not Harvey, so instead he slowly reached over to where Mike’s thumb was continually tapping against his thigh. He covered Mike’s hand with his own, squeezing it, and before he could pull away Mike gripped back, holding onto Harvey like a lifeline.

They stayed that way for the remainder of the drive.

When the car stopped outside of Danbury Mike immediately got out of the car, like a man on a mission. Harvey, confused, hustled to catch up, and he was barely out of the car before Mike was there, throwing his arms around Harvey in a hug. Harvey immediately wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him tight.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” Mike murmured.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“And I need you to know, no matter what happens in there, I don’t regret it. Not a single day. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it was worth everything that’s happened since.”

Harvey felt himself welling up, but he tried to push it back down. He needed to be strong, for Mike. “I’m getting you out of there, Mike. I swear it.”

Mike nodded, said, “Okay,” and then he pulled away, turning and walking into the prison without looking back.

*

The second time it happened, Harvey was completely blindsided.

The wedding, though small, had been planned for months. The caterer had been booked, dresses and suits carefully chosen, an uncle of Rachel’s had been enlisted to perform the ceremony, Harvey had combed through his record collection to find the best music to be played at the party…

Mike never said a word.

Harvey had taken Mike to Vegas for a five day bachelor party two weeks prior to the big day. It was just the two of them, and they’d spent their days exploring, going to the Grand Canyon and the Neon Museum and Red Rock Canyon. Harvey even managed to get Mike onto a golf course, which of course he sucked at, much to Harvey’s delight. And then they spent their nights on the town: eating fabulous food, drinking, gambling with obscene amounts of money and winning more often than not because of Mike’s genius brain. There might have even been a tipsy skinny dipping session late one evening in the hotel pool. They had an amazing vacation, and throughout all that, the days and nights they spent together, the copious conversations that they had, Mike never once mentioned that he was having second thoughts.

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When Guardienne runs away from the Guard and is later found by the boys

A request from @babyblue-moonkid! I hope you enjoy these headcanons, dear! (And apologies for taking so long!)


Nevra:

  • The very second he’d heard you’d run away, Nevra had gone after you.
  • Not for the first time, he’s thankful for his Shadow training, because he knows he wouldn’t have found you as quickly as he did without it.

  • Your sniffles and sobs break his heart, and he’s quick to try and embrace you, but you shove him away, still furious.

  • He’s not sure how he can comfort you, whether he can, but he doesn’t leave despite you asking him to and begs you to talk to him.

  • To his surprise, you do. You begin to talk, asking him questions he doesn’t know how to answer, each question filled with the rage and sadness of someone who’s lost everything.

  • Faced with such anger, Nevra’s not sure what to do, but he tries to see your point of view, to answer with the honesty you truly deserve.

Valkyon:

  • Initially he wasn’t going to chase after you, figuring you knew how to take care of yourself and that you wouldn’t want to see him, but as hours pass by his concern grows and he can’t stop himself from going to find you.
  • Finding you is a lot harder than he thought, and it’s early morning when he finally spots you in the forest.
  • The sight of your sad form huddled amongst the bushes steals the words he’d planned to say and he’s at a lost.
  • Still, he tries convincing you to come back to the guard, though his words sound weak even to his ears.
  • Maybe it’s the concern in his voice, or maybe you’re just putting off the inevitable, but you start to talk, demanding to know whether their decision was the only one.
  • He answers hesitantly but truthfully, deciding that truth was something that you should have been privy to in the beginning.


Ezarel:

  • Doesn’t go to look for you at all. At least, not at first.
  • He figures you need your space, and that you’ll come back when you’re ready.
  • But it’s almost midnight and you’re still not back. That’s when he goes looking.
  • To his surprise, he finds you fairly quickly and it’s then he realises, he doesn’t know what to say.
  • He tries sneaking away while you were still unaware of his presence, hoping to find someone you liked (maybe Chrome or Jamon) to bring you back, but you notice him.
  • So he shuffles his feet awkwardly as he tries to come up with something to say.
  • Turns out, he doesn’t have to. You start talking, about everything the guard’s done to you, and he winces.
  • But he listens, to your every grievance, hangs on to your every word. He doesn’t try to defend himself, or the guard, but he listens.
  • For every question, he has an answer, not necessarily what you want to hear, but what you needed to know.

I don’t even ship otayuri, I firmly believe that their relationship is still developing, and the only canon that wttm proves is that these guys are still in the bro phase and are extremely supportive of each other (especially after reading the manga) like but sit there and watch me still be called a fucking pedo for liking the interactions of wttm anyway.
Also “sexualizing” cmon fuck off, you call that sexual I didn’t know there were so many innocent babies on here where a guy ripping of someone’s fucking glove was way to sexual for a 15 year old, do you know what the 15 year olds at my school fucking do, finger each other on the schools main stairs, have sex in church parking lots, make out in the hallways, and literally go to orgys. You can miss me with that “ your sexualizing him” shit.
Also if you believe this to only be fan service, then why is there a manga depicting both Otabeks and Yuris feelings on why he is doing this in the first place, ( I know you guys haven’t even read the manga or know what it is so this is probably a dumb point) if it was simply fan-service we would get the free skate and then nothing else, yuri wants to get out there, show off who he is, he wants to surprise his audience, and just do something that’s finally all him and his own decision. This isn’t fan-service it’s character development.
I’m literally only 16, and at 15 I was still just as fucking crude, where is the difference between me and yuri, why the fuck is he the pure one, I am literally mimicking the way he speaks and for some reason he can’t express himself the same way I am now because why? Or let me guess I’m a pedo because I’m sexualizing myself now. Yuri be out there calling people bitches and shit and he some sort of kind innocent pure baby in your eyes,
Y'all act like a finger in the mouth for two seconds must basically be sex, I don’t know about anyone else, but fan-service is supposed to be arousing to its audience, and I can tell you I’ve watched enough Fucking porn to say I’m definitely not getting wet from this.

So I repeat, Miss. Me. With. That. Anti. Shit.

anonymous asked:

How would the S and M brothers, react to their s/o leaning in to “kiss” them, but quickly moves in another direction and are like “ha, I got you!”

マリ: Oh, easy peasy…


Ayato would be annoyed, as well as surprised that his lover dare do such a thing to him. The vampire would grab her arm and pull her down into his lap, encouraging her to start touching him, and yelling, “Hey! Don’t you know your place? You should be pleasing me like the king that I am!”

Shuu would not think too much of it and simply grab his lover’s chin to close the space between them either way, and pull her into a deep kiss. As he pulled away, he would say, “You are too much of an easy woman… Don’t you remember that I call the shots?” 

Laito would, quite obviously, see it as a way for his lover to make advances on him, and would start pulling her close, touching her in all the right places. “Ah, Bitch-chan, playing hard to get! I’d do everything to have my way with you, as long as I can get my hands on you in the end…”

Reiji would, with either a whip or his bare hand, blatantly slap his lover across the cheek. “To think you have the audacity to play around with me… I am the one in charge, and I shall be the one to discipline you…”

Subaru would scoff, blushing slightly and looking away in embarrassment, and retort, “Huh, I wasn’t gonna kiss you anyway…”

Kanato would not think twice about grabbing his lover by the throat and throwing her on the ground before crawling on top of her. “Don’t you dare play around with me! You should be on your knees kissing my feet, you ungrateful creature!”


Ruki would be skeptical, and chuckle at it for a brief moment before pulling his lover close to him in a sensual manner. The vampire slowly wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed lightly as she writhed in his lap. “Ah, Livestock isn’t too obedient today, is she? Now that you’re in my lap like this, show me what you can do…”

Yuma would roughly push his lover over and crawl on top of her, provokingly grinding his strong body against yours and mumbling in your ear, “You thought you could get away with such a petty thing? You’re only gonna get it ten times worse now, Sow…”

Azusa would stare at her with a confused and hurt look on his face, feeling as though she had actually denied him, and in a mocking manner. “But… Eve… I wanted you to…”

Kou would grab his lover’s face with both his hands to force her to look at him, the friendly expression from before long gone and absent from his features. “Try that again and I’ll snap your bones like twigs.”


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anonymous asked:

1 & 18!with our lovely JUST king please!

Edmund forced himself to concentrate on the curtain at the end of the hall instead of the pleas of the angry girl trailing behind him. She kept insisting she could help with outing one of Cair Paravel’s more suspicious guests, but…he didn’t want to get her involved.

“Edmund, stop being like this! I’m not just going to sit around here waiting for you. My swordsmanship is decent enough to help.” (Y/n) pulled back Edmund’s arm to see his face.

He rolled his eyes. “This isn’t about your fighting skills,” he said. “Besides why are you so eager to get involved?”

She pursed her lips. “Because you need me just as much as I need you.”

He gritted his teeth. She was right. (Y/n) had skills…helpful skills. Still, he wasn’t ready to trust her completely yet. It was better to play it off…cast off her interest in the whole ordeal before things got too messy. “Oh, (Y/n), if you wanted to spend time with me, you only have to say so,” he said, lightening his tone. The blush that crept across her cheeks intrigued him nonetheless.

Edmund leaned on the column with a smug look on his face. To his surprise, (Y/n) pulled out a sword from one of the suits of armor. “Fight me.”

His lips tugged downwards as his irritation increased. He attempted to keep sangfroid and let out a dismissive sigh. He wasn’t in the mood…but if this was the means to an end, so be it. He followed suit, yanking out another dulled sword from a nearby coat of arms. “Don’t cry when you lose,” he shrugged.

She squeezed the hilt of the sword. “Already giving yourself a pep talk, Ed?”

A chuckle escaped his throat. She didn’t let him retort, and before he knew it, they were in the heat of a friendly duel. She wasn’t an expert…but she was decent, and they both conceded the match due to lack of breath rather than lack of skill. “I see,” he panted, leaning back onto the banister. “You’re pretty…” he coughed, trying to regain air in his lungs. Aslan, why was it so hot out?

“Did you just–just call me pretty?”

Edmund blinked, realizing how strange his broken sentence must’ve sounded. Although, once again the flustered expression that cut through her usual scowl amused him. “And if I did?” he raised an eyebrow, pushing himself to his feet and taking a step towards her.

“Wh-what do you mean?” She slowly stepped backwards. Edmund couldn’t tell if she was blushing, or if she was still red from the duel.

Now that he was closer, he realized his statement wasn’t false. She was actually…very pretty. He mentally slapped himself. What was he thinking? He cleared his throat. “I mean you’re pleasant to look at.”

(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh, thank you? I mean–you’re not too bad for a…king.”

His lips quirked in a smile. “Are kings supposed to be ugly?” he said. He took another step forward, and as expected, she took another back. “Is this a dance? Because I can show you how to dance.”

“Are you flirting with me, Edmund?” (Y/n) chuckled.

Warmth flooded his face, but he suppressed the urge to pull away. “Do you oppose to it, (Y/n)?”

“No,” she said, much to his surprise. “What I do oppose is the fact that you won’t let me help you in whatever  you’re planning.”

He let out a groan of frustration. “Listen, you’re not helping.”

She scoffed and walked past him. “I’ll find whatever I need to–with your help or not.”

“(Y/n), no,” he called. “Stop!”

She turned around briefly to look at him. “Come over here and make me.”

Neighbors (Miles Wood)

Or, the 5 times Miles needed to borrow house supplies, and the one time he admitted to it.

Prompt: Can you please write a Miles Wood imagine of how y/n lives next to his place and he wants to get to know her but he’s nervous so instead he asks her if he can borrow various things one thing at a time and it just gets to the point where y/n gets annoyed by it so she confronts him about it and he confesses that he was just trying to talk to her and ask her for her number so she softens up and says yes and that he could have just asked for that in the first place. Can it be cute and fluffy! Thanx

Miles Wood x Reader

Requested: yes

Includes: shy Miles, one curse word, 5+1 story line


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