as you can clearly see i have nothing better to do on a saturday evening

A Little Like Whiplash

(based on this, part two of this, Russian translations under the story itself) 

Jonathan isn’t generally a judgemental person. He likes to think that he sees the best in most people, even if they don’t deserve it.

For some reason, he’s never been able to do that with Yuri Plisetsky, the Russian bombshell that nobody knows or cares to know because he’s terrifying and has a tendency to be an asshole.

He has the distinct impression that Yuri, despite clearly not being a scholarship kid (he’s wearing designer everything, and he drives a Maserati; there’s no way that he came to Portland State for any reason other than that he wanted to), would rather be anywhere but here. He sleeps through the two classes that he shares with Jonathan, and for some reason, the professors allow it. If he was a bit less of an antisocial shit, though, Jonathan would probably have a crush; for all his faults, Yuri is one the most attractive person that he’s ever seen outside of magazines with his immaculately braided, waist-length hair and pouty lips and perfect eyeliner (Jonathan is sure he’s the only one that’s noticed that last bit; the subtlety of it is the reason it’s so damn perfect).

The first time he ever actually says anything, it’s one of those days that the professor decides, for whatever reason, not to show up for class. Until the fifteen minute limit passes, the class hums with a low buzz of noise. Yuri, predictably, is asleep.

Jonathan has a few friends in this class, Anthony and Thomas, and they’re chatting quietly about the baseball game on Saturday. Somehow, the topic shifts to that one asshole that’s always sleeping through class.

“Fifteen minutes!” The girl by the door calls out, and the class gets up.

“I’m just saying, why pay for the classes if you’re just gonna sleep through them?” Anthony says, shouldering his bag and heading for the door.

There’s a snort from behind them. Veronica. Jonathan really doesn’t want to deal with her right now; she’s even worse than Yuri, if only because she isn’t quiet about her disdain for the rest of them. “You know they only accept applications from people like him because he’s part of a minority, right?”

When she sees Jonathan’s raised eyebrows, she mistakes his irritation for curiosity. “Come on, don’t tell me you can’t tell. He’s a goddamn fairy.”

He’s wondering if outing himself here and now would make the situation better or worse when there’s an angry “Huh?” from behind them. The loud bang that follows terrifies all of them, but particularly Jonathan, Veronica, and the other two. Jonathan hadn’t even noticed that Yuri was awake, much less that he was nearby. Now his foot is against the wall, not even an inch from Veronica’s head (flexible, Jonathan can’t help but think). The look on his face pumps shards of ice through Jonathan’s veins.

“There is nothing wrong with being gay,” he growls.

His voice is different than Jonathan would have expected; maybe it’s a bit stereotypical, but he’d expected a low tenor, rather than a mezzo baritone, and his accent is there, but not nearly as thick as Jonathan expected. He stalks out of the room dangerously, and the entire class just stands there in shock for a moment.

Next week, when Veronica stops coming to class and he hears that she’s been expelled, Jonathan is sure that it has everything to do with the rich guy sleeping two seats behind him.

“Jonathan, there are only three people in your group for the upcoming term paper,” the professor says, jolting Jonathan out of his thoughts. It’s true; he, Anthony, and Thomas are planning on working together, since there were an odd number of people in the class. Now that Veronica is gone, that’s not true anymore. “I’m assigning Yuri to your group.”

Fantastic, Jonathan thinks, glancing at Yuri.

He looks up blearily and mutters something in the most snide, sarcastic voice Jonathan has ever heard– yoroshiku onegaishimasu –before dropping his head back on his arms. That didn’t sound like Russian, Jonathan thinks, packing up to leave.

Thomas nudges him. “Dude!” he whispers. “He speaks Japanese? What the hell? And I think that was supposed to be polite, but it sounded like an insult.”

“He can also hear you,” comes from behind them. Yuri has apparently given up on sleep since class is over, and has his phone in his hand. The one that isn’t texting reaches behind him and tugs on something that releases the bun he’s sporting today, letting the waist-length braid fall down his back. He leans his face in one hand and stares at his phone boredly. “You three aren’t the most oblivious people I know, but you’re definitely in the top twenty.”

Jonathan doesn’t know what to say, really. The hottest, laziest guy in class is in a group with him for a paper that’s worth twenty percent of their grade, and their first conversation has gotten off to the worst start possible.

“So,” Anthony says awkwardly. “When do you guys want to meet up?”

“I’m only free on Tuesdays. Yuri, I’m pretty sure you only have class twice a week? Maybe we can meet up for lunch,” Thomas says, trying a friendly approach.

“I can’t meet up on my days off. I have training. It’s a paper on the Japan’s involvement in World War II and how it affects today, right?” Yuri asks, still looking bored.

“Yeah. What do you mean? Do you practice all day on every one of your days off or something?” Anthony sounds mildly teasing, but there’s an undertone of disbelief there.

Yuri looks at Anthony, as if he can’t believe he would ask such a stupid question. “Um, yes? What else would I be doing?”

None of them really has a response for that. Yuri doesn’t look like the athletic type, really. He’s lean, almost willowy; not skinny by any means, since there’s definitely muscle there, but it’s not the build Jonathan would expect from an athlete who practices as much as Yuri claims to.

“Anyway, I’ll deal with the history part,” Yuri says, standing up and stretching. Jonathan tries not to stare at the thin strip of skin that appears when he does. What? He may be an asshole, but Yuri is gorgeous. He’d have to be dead not to notice. “I’ll have it to you by… Tuesday, right?”

“I can do Tuesday,” Jonathan says, not really sure what’s happening anymore.

“So can I.”

Yuri blinks and glances at the table searchingly. “Right,” he says, picking up a sticky note he’d left there and scribbling something down. “Here’s my number. Text me your emails and I’ll send you my part of the project. Bye.”

He walks out of the room, phone already at his ear. “Beka! Vy prikhodite na obed segodnya?

Jonathan looks at Anthony and Thomas, not totally sure what just happened. “So who’s going to pick up the slack on his part?”

That’s not actually necessary, it turns out. Jonathan sent Yuri his email out of courtesy, but when he rolls out of bed on Saturday morning, he finds four pages of 12 point Times New Roman font on Japan’s involvement in World War II, complete with instructions to let Yuri know if there’s anything else that they want him to do (but he won’t be doing the whole damn thing, he doesn’t have time for that).

Except for a few grammatical errors, there’s almost nothing wrong with the work. Jonathan is floored. Maybe this is why the professors let Yuri sleep through class. It’s disrespectful as all hell, but from the way he writes, it’s almost like he doesn’t need to be there at all.

When he’s awake and recovered enough to send a reply, he does. He lets Yuri that there’s nothing wrong with the work, and that he’s looking forward to class on Wednesday. He’s not, but it’s the polite thing to do.

Apparently, Yuri doesn’t planning on extending the same courtesy. “Can’t make it,” he says again, looking bored as he taps away on his phone.

This time, Jonathan actually speaks up. “We could meet up after you’re done with practice or something. It actually works out better for me and Anthony, since we have class on Tuesday.”

“That would work, I guess, but I’m going to be in Japan on Tuesday.” The tone of Yuri’s voice doesn’t change, despite the bomb he’s just dropped.

Why the hell would anyone just up and leave for Japan in the middle of the semester? No matter how rich Yuri is (and he’s definitely rich; they may not know anything about him, but he’s definitely a rich Russian of some sort) it makes no sense. He’s going to miss at least three days of class even if he’s only going to be in Japan for one day, which Jonathan highly doubts. He doesn’t care how pretty or smart this kid thinks he is, there’s no way for him to pass his classes with the way he acts.

“Then cancel it.” He doesn’t even realize that he’s saying the words until they’re out of his mouth, and by then it’s too late.

The look that Yuri fixes on him is as dangerous as it was that day with Veronica. “Fuck you.”

Jonathan backpedals. “I didn’t mean–”

Yuri’s phone rings, cutting him off. The ringtone in itself is enough to cause all three jaws to drop; it’s some classical thing with a boys’ choir singing in what sounds like Latin. Yuri sneers at them, and Jonathan can’t help but think he may have fucked up pretty bad. “Just send me whatever part you want me to handle for the presentation and I’ll do it. Tell me to cancel my trip again, and I won’t do my bit. I’ll still pass without this stupid project.”

He gets up and stalks toward the door, picking up the phone. “Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way to the parking lot now. Shit! Would it kill you to wait a minute and a half, Dad? I said I’ll be there in a minute! Katsudon, get your husband off the goddamn phone when he’s driving. Do you want to die?”

Yet again, there’s this feeling of not really knowing what’s happening by the time Yuri is out of sight. I’ll still pass without this stupid project, he said. That’s almost impossible, unless he has an A in the class. Which he shouldn’t, because he sleeps through it. His participation grade alone should have dropped him to a B unless he’s gotten A’s on every single assignment. There’s no way.

“I need a drink,” Jonathan mutters, and there are murmured agreements from Anthony and Thomas both. “You guys want to go to Shizuku?”

“I’m down.” Anthony says. “Hell, I’ll pay. My treat, after all of that bullshit.”

It’s not even ten minutes to their favorite restaurant by car, but they figure it’ll be easier to walk. There’s no point in driving three cars to get to one place, and none of them are keen on getting their cars out of the student lot right now, since it’s nearly rush hour.

It takes them about thirty minutes to get there, and it’s blessedly empty when they do. There are only a few occupied tables. Still, it seems louder than it usually does, Jonathan notices as they’re waiting to be seated. There’s one table in particular that seems to be making more noise than the rest of the restaurant combined. That makes sense, he thinks, eyeing the back of a silver-haired man’s head. There are a lot of them. At least six, it looks like.

Posmotrite na kotenke, Beka! Eto tak milo! Posmotrite na svoikh malen'kikh lapakh i khvoste.” That voice… it sounds way too happy to be him, but given how the day has gone, Jonathan wouldn’t be surprised.

The silver haired guy moves slightly. It looks like he leaned his face on his hand. “Yurio, don’t be rude. You and your friend aren’t the only people at this table, you know. Richard and Estephania are here too, and they don’t speak Russian.”

“It’s fine,” the person on silver haired’s left says. She has long, dark hair that swishes when she shakes her head. “It’s funny to see Yuri so excited about something for once.”

Jonathan gets a partial view of someone with dark hair and a very serious face. It’s almost scary how quickly he realises that he’s being looked at, and he looks Jonathan dead in the eye. The man nods once, then looks away without acknowledging him further.

“Beka? What are you looking at?” A head of blond hair comes into view, and Jonathan finds himself looking directly into the eyes of Yuri Plisetsky.

I fucked up, Jonathan thinks immediately, watching the mirth drain out of Yuri’s eyes almost instantly, replaced with irritation.

“Johnny? What is it– Oh, shit.” Anthony hides behind a menu.

“If you’re stalking me, I swear to god I will shove my silverware up your respective asses,” Yuri says, looking dead serious. “I have more than enough stalkers.”

That’s cause enough for Jonathan to pause and wonder what he means, but then the strangest thing happens. Instead of looking even remotely alarmed, the way any normal person would, the three people with their backs facing toward Jonathan, Anthony, and Thomas all turn at a totally normal, unhurried pace. Two of them, the silver haired man and the Asian looking man next to him, are even smiling.

“Hello!” the silver haired man says, waving. “Are you Yurio’s friends? Here, come sit with us! We’ve never met any of his friends from school before.”

Who the hell says something like that after hearing him call us stalkers? Jonathan thinks, feeling out of his element and way too overwhelmed. There’s really nothing to do but accept, so the three of them walk to the table as a group.

“Ya dumal, chto u vas ne bylo druzey v Amerike,” the serious man says to Yuri quietly, probably trying not to be heard.

Yuri looks murderous. “Ya ne.”

There’s a split second war between Thomas, Jonathan, and Anthony as to who is going to sit next to the scary serious guy. Jonathan loses. It’s fine. He’ll take scary serious guy over angry Yuri Plisetsky any day.

“My name is Otabek. Yuri is my best friend,” scary serious guy says, holding out a hand.

Jonathan takes it hesitantly, but Otabek’s grip isn’t anything but polite. “Jonathan. That’s Thomas, and that’s Anthony. We take American History with Yuri.”

“My name is Victor, and this is my husband Yuuri! Not your Yuri, we call him Yurio,” the silver haired man says. The Japanese man next to him blushes, and Jonathan supposes that he’s the other Yuuri.

“I will shove my knife shoes so far up your ass, Nikiforov, that you won’t be able to sit for a year,” Yuri warns.

“Yurio is our son. We’re so glad Yuri is actually making friends at school, I was worried for a while. I’m sure you know how tricky he can be sometimes,” Victor continues, ignoring the incredibly violent threat as if it happens every day. What the hell did Yuri even mean by knife shoes, anyway?

“You shut the fuck up, old man!”

It doesn’t surprise Jonathan in the slightest that Yuri has two dads; it explains a lot about the whole incident with Veronica earlier this year. What he is surprised about is the fact that Yuri’s dads seem so… nice.

Jonathan isn’t sure if that’s pleasant or terrifying.

“Victor and Yuuri are my figure skating coaches,” Yuri mutters, sounding like he’d rather be doing anything but this.

“Wait, you’re a figure skater?” Thomas asks, looking intrigued; seriously, how that guy manages to be so laid back all the time is– wait, what?

“Is that what you keep missing meetings to practice?” Jonathan asks. Suddenly it all makes sense: the lean muscle, the crazy flexibility and precision it would require to nearly kick someone in the head, the whole random flight to Japan.

The entire table erupts into laughter, even the Hispanic woman and the other man that they haven’t been introduced to yet.

Yuri turns bright red, looking both flustered and annoyed. “Oh, fuck off, all of you. Especially you, Katsudon! You have no right to laugh after what happened with these two.” He points aggressively at the two people Jonathan and the others don’t know.

The Japanese man, Yuuri, is the first one to manage to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, Yura. I’m laughing because I know how you feel.” He turns to Jonathan, Thomas, and Anthony, still smiling brightly. “He actually medalled at the Olympics last year. He’s won gold for Russia several times, as well.”

Jonathan isn’t the only person at the table with his jaw dropped. The waitress comes by and sets waters in front of the three of them. Even when she leaves, he still can’t figure out what he’s supposed to say. He’s pretty sure that earlier today, he just told an Olympian medalist to cancel a trip to what was probably a competition at the last minute. He wants to die of embarrassment, even if he had good reason.

“He probably didn’t mention it because he’s too angry that he let that Canadian get gold and he only got bronze,” Victor teases. He slings an arm around his husband. “Still, my son and my husband on the podium at the same time! It’s any man’s dream. I’m so proud!”

There’s a scraping noise on the table. When Jonathan looks down, he sees that Otabek slid over a phone with the screen open to a news article about men’s figure skating and yep, there’s Yuuri. And that’s definitely Yuri, but he looks… different. Happy. Jonathan looks from Otabek to Yuri to the article, then back to Otabek. He knows he’s panicking, because there’s nothing he can really say to make himself feel less awkward but maybe someone calm like Otabek can help him out.

Otabek gives him a thumbs up.

Translations (let me know if I need to fix any, I don’t speak Russian) 

yoroshiku onegaishimasu - Japanese - I look forward to working with you (yes, he’s being a sarcastic little shit here)

Vy prikhodite na obed segodnya? - Russian - roughly translates to “we’re still on for lunch today?”

Posmotrite na kotenke, Beka! Eto tak milo! Posmotrite na svoikh malen'kikh lapakh i khvoste. - Russian - Look at the kitten, Beka! It’s so cute! Look at its little paws and tail.

Ya dumal, chto u vas ne bylo druzey v Amerike - Russian - I thought you said you don’t have friends in America.

Ya ne. - Russian - I don’t.

Date Night

Kai X Reader(female)

Summary: You start to date Kai Parker and Damon gets very angry and overprotective. 

Requested by ANON 

Originally posted by drunkonkai

Originally posted by valentinasarm

     You snaked your hair around the curling iron once more and looked over to see Damon laying on your bed clutching your pillow on his chest. “What are you getting all dolled up for?” He said while eyeballing you in the mirror. 

        “Does there have to be a reason, Damon?”  You said as you finished curling your hair. He raised his eyebrow and looked you up and down. 

       “And you’re in a dress. There has to be some kind of party going on.” You looked at Damon and groaned. Damon quickly took up the role of your best friend the moment you moved to Mystic Falls. At first, you were not so sure if his friendship was reliable, then you questioned if he had a crush on you, then you just realised that he just wanted someone to talk to that wasn’t his brother, he just wanted someone to understand him and you were willing to be that person for him. 

        “There is no big occasion Damon,” You said as you grabbed your phone off the charger. “maybe you should just go home and drink some bourbon.”

       Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “that is a tempting offer, but I would much rather sit here and pry into your little mind.” He grinned and changed his position on the bed. You wanted badly to just throw something at him, or yell at him for being stupid, but you knew better than to start a fight with him. 

        “Damon, what I do on my Saturday nights is my business.” You plopped yourself on the bed and grabbed Damon’s hand. “I’m not doing anything dangerous I promise.” His form softened a bit with your touch, but you could tell he still hadn’t given up on finding out your plans. 

         “Fine don't tell me, but I'm just going to assume you're going to a strip club or something.” You groaned and pushed his cold body down onto the bed. 

      “I’m not going to a….” You stopped when you felt the slight brush of a cold hand go across your arm. Damon had grabbed your phone and was going through it. “Damon! Give that back!” You clawed at him and tried everything to get your phone out of his hands, but you couldn’t. 

      “Oh look, you have a message from the little Psyco witch boy.” He suddenly got stiff and his face became rigid. Kai must have said something about the date, otherwise, Damon would have never known a thing. 

        “Damon, look I..” He cut you off once more.

         “Kai parker? Out of all the Psychopaths in the world. you choose the one that I know, you choose the one that is trying to kill our friends.” He was mad now and you could clearly see it. 

        “Damon calm down. He is different with me.” You realised how stupid you sounded, but Kai really was good to you. He was calm, charming, and caring. You really liked him. 

        “What the hell Y/N, do you hear yourself right now.” He yelled. “He could hurt you in an instant, he is crazy and will do whatever he wants no matter how brutal it is. “ 

          “Sound like someone I know.” You said as you folded your arms across your chest. 

       A low growl escaped Damon’s lips. “I am nothing like him.” He said as he slowly pushed you up against a wall. His arms were by your head and his eyes were glaring into yours. “You can’t go out with him tonight.” He whispered. “I won’t let you.” 

       “You can’t stop me, Damon.” You whispered in his ear. You shoved him away and to your surprise, he moved. 

        “Fine, go, but I will be within shouting distance the whole time. And If you even sound uncomfortable for 2 seconds I will rip his head off.” You put your hands on your hips and just looked at him. 

        “What are you like my protector now? last I checked Damon I can take care of myself.”  His form softened because he knew you were right. “I’m going on a date with Kai Parker, Damon. I’m telling you now, I know what he can do and I’m telling you he is different and he would never hurt me.” Damon quickly got annoyed and you could tell. “Now can I have my Phone back?” 

    A/N: Sorry this took so long, I feel like this isn’t my best work so I apologize , but I do hope it doesn’t stink too bad. :) 

Crossing Boundaries - Carisi

Sonny Carisi x Reader

She was single for more than a couple of years after her long term relationship. Her friends all badgered her to get back out there and start dating. It was getting pretty irritating. She could usually tone out the badgering. When they saw that they were wasting their breath, they would cunningly set her up on dates without her knowing. They were all so sneaky. It happened so much that she gave in and just let them play matchmaker.

They were going to give up after her few failed first dates, but this is where Sonny came in. They introduced him to her at a housewarming party. He was a great guy, but he was always so busy with work so they never introduced him to her. They all told her to just forget the whole pressure of dating and just give him a chance, as friends. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, so she did. This was the only way she could get them off her back. When the friends saw how well they got along, they scheduled more group social hangings. The plan was to slowly ease her into seeing him more often and being comfortable with him. Thankfully, their plan worked. After all, they were both very likable people. Soon enough, they became friends. Not close friends at first, but friendship always takes time.

Sonny, was Sonny. He was the guy that everyone liked because he was overly friendly and quick to help anyone in need. The man had a way with taming sour atmospheres and always had a joke in the back of his mind. He was what people would describe a physical embodiment of a ray of sunshine. Though, if you were to ask her if she found him attractive at first, she would deny it. Why? Because she would say that he was loud, trying too hard to please others, and talked too much with his hands. Eventually, those annoying little things, turned into charming little things. It took some time, but she warmed up to him.

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His favorite things are the summers, because that’s when you return from boarding school, and his life becomes a lot more bright and a lot less dull.


“Friendship can be an excuse. A cover for when there’s something there you don’t want to admit or you’re too scared to explore.” - Gossip Girl

  Oneshot, Brother’s Bestfriend, Skinny Love, Mild Angst, Mature Themes

Word Count: 8,653

Before: Alright, so please keep in mind that this is the first oneshot I have ever written, therefore please don’t be too harsh on me. I hope I get better in time. I received two Jimin requests and decided to combine them both into one. Any who, I hope this is somewhat tolerable! I apologize in advance.

Jimin’s not sure when it began.

As he watches you dance with a very inebriated yet still somehow skillful Hoseok, who insists on being a little too touchy with you (at least in Jimin’s opinion) it’s all that seems to cross his mind.

That, and the thought of how badly he wants to remove Hoseok from the current situation and instead replace the older with himself.

You both are dancing to the slower version of one of your favorite songs, one that’s permanently etched in Jimin’s mind because of your refusal to listen to anything else but the damn song the entire summer break of last year.

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Auston Matthews - Part 31

One more part to go and I’m emotional

Waking in the morning in a sea of sheets and Auston’s face nestled against my shoulder, I can’t help but stare down at him. His hair is a complete mess, and I can already see the shadow under his eyes from lack of sleep. We had spent the night gently waking each other until we were both utterly exhausted. Even though he had played games on back to back nights, he still lasted longer than I had. Now looking down at him, his bare chest just visible from me throwing the sheets off, probably from overheating from his body and mine, I can hardly believe I’m waking up next to him again.  

               I try to lay there as long as I possibly can, letting Auston sleep but my bladder doesn’t let it last much longer. Luckily, he’s only resting his torso against me and I’m able to wiggle my legs to the edge of the bed, though getting his head off my shoulder proves to be a little more difficult. I move as slowly as I possibly can but it still wakes him. Auston blinks his brown eyes at me, the tired expression on his face melting my heart and a small part of me dies.

               “Hi,” I whisper, smiling at him while lightly touching his face with my fingertips.

               “Hi,” he whispers back, taking a deep breath and sighing, nuzzling my chest and frowning when he realizes I have a t-shirt on. “I don’t remember you getting dressed?” He asks, picking at the shirt with his finger.

               “After the last time, you were kinda out of it after…” I bite my lip to keep from laughing when his eyes narrow at me.

               “I remember that very clearly, just nothing after,” he says and I giggle.

               “As much as I would prefer to lay here with you… I really have to go the bathroom,” I shift my legs and make a face at him.

               “Fine,” he pouts and detangles his arm from around my waist and lifts himself on to his elbow so I can slide out from under him. The sheet pools at his waist and I blush, quickly looking away. Auston chuckles and pinches my side.

               “Still shy?” He asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me down for a kiss.

               “I’m not shy! I’m just being respectful!” I protest but let him kiss me anyways.

               “You can disrespect me anytime you want,” he smirks up at me and I swat at his bare chest.

               “Auston!” I scold and he laughs.

               “Hurry back,” he says, putting his hands behind his head and giving me a look that makes my stomach clench.

               I make to stand up and instantly have to sit back down, wincing slightly.

               “Everything okay?” Auston asks, frowning at me and probably wondering why my face is fifty shades of red.

               “Uh… yeah, everything’s good,” I say quickly, gritting my teeth and cringing as I stand again. Oh my god! I whimper quietly as I retreat to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, letting out a sigh of pain. Dear God, what did he do to me? I stumble to the sink and look into the mirror. My eyes are too bright and my cheeks a dusting of red, a slightly smug look on my face but also a twinge of discomfort.

               When I walk back out into the bedroom he’s still laying on the bed, his eyes flash up my bare legs to my face.

               “Quit just standing there and come here,” he says, holding out a hand to me.

               I gingerly make my way to bed and hope he doesn’t notice. “You’re walking funny.” So much for that.

               “I am not,” I mutter, climbing onto the bed and resting on my knees beside him.

               “You are, I didn’t mean to make you sore,” he says outright and I blush furiously, looking anywhere but at him.

               “Why are you so blunt with everything?” I ask him exasperated.

               Auston laughs and rests a hand on my leg, squeezing it gently.

               “Because I’m comfortable with you,” he says and I warm at his words, biting my lip to hide my smile.

               “Come here,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me across him, kissing my neck before rolling me underneath him. “I’ll make you feel better,” he whispers against my skin and shiver.

               “I don’t remember you becoming a nurse,” I mutter and he grins.

               “Well, I feel a little responsible…” he starts and I cut him off.

               “A little?” I ask him and he laughs.

               “Okay, fully responsible. Although, you did wake me more times than I woke you,” he adds and I smile shyly up at him.

               “Worth it,” I mumble and as he nips at my neck.

               “However, you do need to lose the shirt in order for me to fully make up to you,” he says, his hands already at the hem and tugging it up my belly.

               “Right… I’m sure the shirt is just hindering your best possible performance…” I muse at him, though I arch my back to help.

               “You were hardly awake last night, obviously I wasn’t up to par,” he says, his lip trailing down my throat.

               “Less talking, more showing,” I whisper, my eyes closing on their own.

               “Whatever you want.”


               Less than an hour later I’m stepping out of the shower and towel drying my hair when I hear the front door open and my dogs bounding up the stairs, overly hyped up after a play session with Auston outside. They come barreling into my room and look around for a second before they spot me and jump around at my knees.

               “Morning, girls,” I laugh, leaning down and kissing them both on their soft heads.

               Auston appears behind them, a little out a breath still.

               “Mitch texted me and asked it was safe for him to come over,” Auston says, grinning at me.

               “Ahh, fun police Mitchell swooping in,” I roll my eyes playfully.

               “Funny, he says the exact same thing about you,” he says and I scowl.

               “Of course he does. It’s not my fault he’s like a five year old when he eats!”

               Auston holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just relaying information, babe. Mind if I shower?” He adds, and I notice his overnight bag at his feet.

               “No, go ahead,” I say, moving past him into the bedroom and towards my closet.

               Auston gets in the shower, not bothering to close the door at all much to my embarrassment. Wonder what its’ like be so confident… I step back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and Auston’s phone goes off next to the sink. I glance at it out of habit of looking at my own and notice his background is a picture of me. Going still, I tilt my head at the screen and try to ignore my heart pounding against my ribs.

               “Hey Auston?” I ask through a mouthful of toothpaste.

               “Yeah?” He says.

               “What are you doing next Saturday? You don’t have a game do you?” I ask him, rinsing my toothbrush under the sink tap.

               “No, why?”

               “Well… um…” I blush for a reason unknown to me, suddenly unbearably shy.

               I hear the curtain pull back slightly and I can see Auston’s head sticking out.

               “Were you going to ask me on a date?” He smirks at me and I turn even redder.

               “No!” I snap, looking anywhere but at him, choosing the ceiling to stare at. “I mean yes,” I admit, chewing on my tongue.

               I don’t have to look at Auston to know that his face is nearly splitting in two with a grin.

               “Then ask me,” he teases and I make a face at him.

               “Do I have to?” I whine, and his face lights up even more.

               “Yep, I think someone asked me if I wanted to hang out with them next Saturday… better have a good reason to cancel on them…” he says and I know he’s lying.

               Scrunching my nose, I face him and right when I open my mouth he talks over me.          

               “Can you not look like you just stepped in dog shit while asking me? Kinda gives me a bad vibe,” Auston says, biting his lip to hide his laugh.

               I huff at him and put on the sweetest face I possibly can, leaning into him slightly until I feel the mist from the shower.

               “Auston, will you please be my date to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday?” I bat my eyelashes at him, and push my arms together which in turn presses my boobs together and his attention goes directly to my chest.

               “You stand like that, I’ll say yes to whatever you want,” Auston says and I smile, I go to pull away but Auston grabs my waist and pulls me half into the shower, my upper half once again getting completely soaked.

               “Auston!” I squeal, trying in vain to pull away. “I just got dry!” I complain through my laugh.

               “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” Auston whispers alluringly to me and I hit his arm.

               “What are you? A jack rabbit?” I pull back out of the shower much to his amusement and peel my now sopping wet shirt off and throw it in the sink. Auston peeks out at me right when I go for the clasp of my bra and I scowl at him, deciding to go into my closet to take that off, this time much to his disappointment.

               Half an hour later I’m scarfing down my cereal while Auston makes an omelet, he eyes my cereal warily and opens his mouth to speak and I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

               “Don’t you dare say a single damn thing about my cereal. I’m not the professional athlete, I can eat whatever the hell I want,” I say without even looking up from the maze on the back of my Reese’s Puffs box.

               Auston shuts his mouth and goes about getting his breakfast ready. There’s a knock on the door a few minutes later which surprises me, but then in barges Mitch and Will and the surprise disappears. They immediately weasel their way into the kitchen and Mitch opens the fridge and throws a scowl at me.

               “You didn’t even notice did you?” He asks me.

               I look up from my cereal puzzled, “What?”

               Mitch reaches in and when he pulls back, in his hand is two bags of carrots and he throws them on the counter in front of me and I raise my eyebrows at him.

               “I bought you your carrots and you didn’t even notice!” Mitch exclaims and I stare at him for a moment before bursting out laughing at the ridiculous expression on his face. “Too busy with your fancy new telescope to even care,” Mitch mutters under his breath and I laugh harder.

               “I appreciate the carrots, Mitchell,” I eventually am able to get out through my laughs. “You’re no longer on my shit list,” I wink at him and he rolls his eyes, flinging the carrots back into the fridge and going into the living room to pout and play COD with some guys online.

               Eventually Auston goes and joins them, all three of them with their headsets on. I lean back across the counter I just cleaned in the kitchen and watch them. My two dogs seem to decide that Mitch is at the perfect level for a kiss attack and I hear his protests as they knock him over onto his back and proceed to step on and kiss every exposed part of him, much to the amusement to Will who is apparently on a different team as Auston and Mitch and proceeds to kill Mitch’s character.

               The two quickly get into a heated argument once Mitch rights himself and fights off the attack of Zalla and Andie. I press my lips together in a smile as I watch them, and can only imagine what is being said by the guys who aren’t here.

               A beam of sunlight suddenly comes in through the window behind my sink and crosses across my toes on the floor. I move closer to the window, still facing into the living room and bring my wrist up to the sunlight, the beam hitting the center charm and sending a thousand sparkles across my kitchen and into the living room.

               Auston looks up from his controller and meets my eyes. A thoughtful expression on his face as I send another shower of sparkles sprawling across the room. I return my attention to the charm, zeroing in on the individual points and markings, wondering why I didn’t kiss Auston seven weeks ago when he slid it across the table to me.  

Silence - Zach Dempsey x Reader One Shot

A/N: It is after Hannah’s death, tapes leaked and Y/N found out Zach was on them (he hadn’t tell her before)

A/N 2: It’s quite short but I decided to make one shots shorter than part of series because I would never get anything done otherwise.

And yeah I’m still fighting with Monty part 10 so by now you have this.

“You’re on fucking tapes”, Y/N said to Zach with tears in her eyes as she stormed into his room.

“Yes…”, he whispered.

“I asked you. More than once. Since they day everyone found out there were any tapes. I asked you and you lied to me”, she said through her clenched teeth.


“Don’t. You claimed I’m so important to you and yet you let me find out about it like that? When tapes went public?!”, I shouted.

“I wanted to protect you from all of that”, Zach said.

“I didn’t ask for protection, I ask for truth”, she said quietly.

“Baby, I’ll tell everything, okay? Even now. I just need you to listen to me, okay?”, he took her hands.

“No. I had multiple chances to tell me everything”, Y/N got her hand out of his grip and left his room without goodbye.

Few days later

Last day were hard not only for Y/N and Zach but for all their mutual friends too. The air between those two could be cut. They still sat at the same table at lunch, they still were lab partner on Bio, but since the fight in Zach’s room Y/N haven’t said a single word to him.
She was putting books in her locker when Zach, still her boyfriend as no one has broken up, stood next to her and took a deep breath.

“So, the practice is cancelled today, I have free afternoon”, he said. Y/N didn’t reply. “You can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have free afternoon, good for you”, she faked a smile and shut locker’s door.

“You will have to talk to me, sooner or later”, he said as she was walking away.

“Fuck off, Zach”, she said so loudly everyone on the hall could hear it.

Not telling Y/N the whole truth was bad, Zach was aware of that and no matter what were his reasons for that, Y/N was hurt. Day after day she still was ignoring his calls, messages and his presence. Finally he decided he will have to win her back.
Next day he sat next to her in cafeteria.

“Hi”, he said and Y/N ignored him which was normal lately. “I took last strawberry shake for you”, he said and put drink on her tray.

She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even looked up from her phone.

Another day, another try, again at cafeteria.

“So my mum made those cookies you like so much, she asked me to give you some”, Zach put tupperware with cookies in front of her.

Again no reaction. She took her bag, got up and started walking to her next class, even though they was a lot of time until it was going to start.

“Hey, Y/N”, Montgomery ran to her in the hall.

“Hey, Monty.”

“Listen, you have to talk to Zach. He’s miserable without you.”

“I don’t care”, she rolled her eyes.

“He didn’t tell you about tape, you’re mad, I get it. But he didn’t tell me either, I was mad too, but I tried to understand him instead of giving him a silent treatment.”

“I think I missed out on something”, Y/N stopped walking. “Since when you two are a couple?”

“You’re missing the point. It’s not just about Zach. Justin, Marcus, Sheri, Jess… They all were on tapes, no one told anything. Probably because they had a reason. And yet you don’t talk only to Zach.”

“Because I honestly don’t give a fuck about them. And Zach… I knew he was off for last couple of weeks. I asked him about it multiple times - he said it was nothing. When people found out that there are any tapes I asked him - he denied. He lied to me multiple times about one thing”, she said being more and more irritated. “I wanted to talk to him. For months. So my apologies that now I’m a little fed up.”

“Do you really think everything is about you?”, Montgomery asked. “Did you for a second think that maybe it was hard for Zach? That maybe it is hard for him now that everyone knows? And you’re not making it any better? You’re a bitch, Y/N, I don’t know why he even keeps up with you”, he shook his hand and walked away leaving Y/N in the middle of the hall.

She took a deep breath, happy it was Friday and so she would have whole weekend to stay away from this mess.

It’s been two weeks since she stopped talking to him, those silence was killing him and even he started to lose his patience. And that kind of was what Y/N was hoping for. She wanted him to hurt as much as she hurt when she found out about his tape. She couldn’t make him feel cheated and betrayed, she would never to that, but she could make him suffer inside.

On Saturday noon, when Y/N parents always went shopping, Zach showed up at her door with the biggest buquet of red roses she could even imagine.

“So you think you can buy me?”, she asked but let him in.

“Don’t you see what mess I am? I’m trying to make everything right again, but you won’t even talk to me, to tell me what I have to do, to make thing the way they were before”, he said.

“You can’t make things the way they were before.”

“You need to trust me. I wanted to keep you away from all that shit, that’s why I never told you”.

“You clearly don’t trust me so why I should trust you?”, she asked crossing her arms.

“I trust you, but… Damn. Girl killed herself and claimed I was one of the reasons! And you still can’t understand why I wanted to keep you away from this?”, he asked with pain in his eyes.

“But I would handle it! I would be there for you! If you only gave me a chance…”, a single tear streamed down her face.

“Ask me now. About anything. I’ll tell you everything”, Zach said wiping that tear away. Y/N didn’t moved her face away which was a good sign.

“Did you throw that letter?”

“No, I have it”, he reached to his pocket and took wallet out. “Here, you can read it”, he unfold paper he took from wallet.

“No, no, I don’t want to…”, she shook her head. “It’s probably too personal”.

“I don’t know why she said I threw it away. I didn’t as you see. But… This shit is tough. It’s a lot. And I got scared, I really didn’t know what to do… And when I listened to all tapes, everything cumulated and… Everyone got scared. We were losing our shit. That’s why I kept you away from this. I know you would handle it, cause you’re God damn strong, but I was scared you’d hate me and leave me…”, he said looking somewhere over her head because he couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“God, Zach, I would never hate you… I would never judge you…”, she walked up to his and cupped his face. “Just… I know this all isn’t about me, but when I found out I was so shocked and hurt and confused and felt like I’m not important enough to tell me about something like that”, she sniffed. “Don’t ever lie to me or hide anything from me, is it clear?”

“Yes, I will always tell you everything, I swear I won’t ever do anything that would hurt you or make you feel like you’re not important enough, because… you’re the most important one”, Zach said hugging her tightly.

“You’re most important too and that’s why I got so mad”, she whispered.

“I know it’s probably not the best moment, after huge fight but…”, Zach loosened hug so he could she Y/N’s face. “I love you”.

Her face lightened up when she heard Zach saying this for the first time.

“I love you too”, Y/N said with huge smile on her face.

Zach kissed her and laid his forehead on hers.

When We Were (M)

request: are you still looking for something to write about? I’ve been dying for an angsty (w/ a happy ending) Yoongi fic. Something like they’re in an arranged marriage and he’s angry about it, but she’s trying to make the best of it, but he’s usually mean/rude to her. I didn’t see any fic request rules, so I hope this is ok! Thanks! :)

group: bts

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 6.5k

A/N: I hope you like it! remember I really appreciate feedback :’)

Originally posted by mn-yg

Min Yoongi was your best friend since childhood, both families were friends generations ago and even though your friendship wasn’t exactly your choice, for him it felt more like a duty. At four he was mean, hiding your favorite toys and pretending he never saw them and he only admitted once you found them sitting under his bed.

At eight, somehow he managed to appreciate it more, taking in the idea of your forced friendship. And he was okay with it.


His weird manners and random rudeness didn’t stop you from falling for Min Yoongi, and you fell hard. Sometimes he was mean, others he seemed to be kind and even fond but most of the time, and he didn’t give a shit about you. Every Saturday night he would pretend to care, giving you warm smiles that were nothing else but a spectacle, to show your parents and his. Those were the memories you cherished more from him, ignoring the bad treats to replace them with those nights.

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While You Sleep - Clay Jensen x Reader

Request - “Can you do a imagine about being jeff’s little sister and dating clay? 😍”

“Jeeeffff,” You moaned at your big brother who was grinning brightly, “Just give me the damn phone!”

“Sorry, what was that Clay?” He said into your phone, ignoring you. “No, Y/N is just being annoying.”

You rolled your eyes. It was beginning to look more like Clay was Jeff’s boyfriend, as opposed to yours. They spent so much time together, and whenever you were on the phone to Clay, Jeff would get a word in somewhere. Deep down though, you didn’t really mind - you found it endearing that the two boys you loved most in the world loved each other so much too. Since Clay had started tutoring Jeff, his grades had gone up enormously, and he was able to play baseball. Jeff always liked to point out that he was the reason you met…


Clay had been round your house to tutor Jeff one day, and you’d walked in on them accidentally.

“So, which president manages to still get named as amazing and influential, despite not fulfilling half of what he set out to do?” Clay asked. Jeff ummed and ahhed for a while, before you decided to butt in.

“Ronald Reagan, Jeff.”

Clay seemed taken aback by your presence.

“Oh, uh…yes that’s…” stuttered Clay.

“This is my sister, Y/N.” Jeff introduced you. “She likes to show off.” He joked.

“Ha-ha.” You responded, noticing how adorable Clay was.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I-I’m Clay.” He tripped over his words a little, which made you smile.

“Hi Clay.” You grinned, completely infatuated by the geeky, shy boy in front of you.

You walked closer to the table, and took a seat opposite Clay, next to Jeff.

“Okay, next question,” it was clear Clay was attempting not to get too flustered at your presence. “How long was John F. Kennedy in office?”

You say with the boys for a few more questions, as it was helping you revise and you had nothing better to do.

You scoffed at one of Jeff’s answers, prompting a roll of his eyes.

“Stop showing off, we get it, you’re smart.” He complained.

“So how come you can’t tutor Jeff?” Clay piped up. “I mean, you seem pretty smart.”

“Spending more time a day than I have to with my brother? No, thank you. Plus he’s made a friend through you.” You explained. He nodded in agreement.

“That makes sense.”


Since that day, you’d interrupt the boys, until the day Jeff pushed Clay to ask you out, something he’d hoped to do for a while.

And here you were, watching your brother try to steal your boyfriend. You hit Jeff playfully, distracting him for long enough that you could take your phone back.

“Hey, sorry about Jeff.” You laughed to your boyfriend.

“He seemed in a good mood today.” Clay pondered.

“Yeah, well. Who knows.” You chuckled.

“You still on for Saturday?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

This Saturday was yours and Clay’s six month anniversary. He’d decided to organise a surprise date for you.


Clay looked adorable in his well-fitted suit as he arrived to pick you up. He’d asked you to dress formal, the reason for which you were confused. In the end, you’d chosen your favourite dress, which complimented your shape and even better, was your favourite colour.

“M'lady.” Clay mocked, bowing and opening the door on your side.

“Oh why thank you Sir!” You continued the charade. Clay slid in the car next to you and pulled something from his pocket.

“No peeking.” He moved the black material towards your face and tied it behind you.

“Wonderful.” You giggled.

After a while driving, and you pestering Clay with questions of your destination, you arrived. Clay moved round to your door, opened it for you, and took your hand to help you out of the car.

The ground beneath you was soft, and you concluded that it was grass.

“Okay, were outside somewhere.” You thought out loud. Then you began to smell burning. “Clay, is something on fire?!” You freaked a little, worried you could not see what was happening.

With that, Clay pulled you towards him and took off your blindfold. You were outside, as you’d guessed, on a cliff top overlooking the lights of the city. There was a small fire, with a picnic basket near on a picnic blanket. There were also two thick, fluffy blankets stacked up, inviting you in. It appeared the stars had gone crazy tonight, bright and visible despite the city lights and fire. Struggling to stop the grin spreading on your face, you took a few steps and sat on the picnic mat, pulling one of the blankets over you.

“So…what do you think?” Clay asked, clearly nervous.

“It’s amazing Clay, I love it!” You enthused.

“I put all your favourite foods in here,” he signalled to the basket, “some are cold but there’s a few things you can roast over the fire.” He rambled a little.

“I am confused though, what’s with the formal dress?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“That bit comes later.” He smirked.

“I can’t believe you did this all by yourself.” You looked around.

“I’m going to be completely honest here; Jeff helped me with a lot of it.” Clay admitted.

“That boy’s a sucker for romance.” You smiled to yourself.

“And his sister.” Clay smiled at you.

“And his Clay.” You teased, even though it was entirely true.


After finishing all the food, you and Clay lay on the picnic mat observing the stars.

“Look, it’s Canis Major.” Clay nudged you and pointed to the sky. “Your favourite constellation.”

You found his fingers and interlocked them with yours, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

“I still don’t know why we’re in formal wear.” You had figured this was kind of the come down of the date.

Suddenly, Clay jumped up to his feet, pulling you with him. He span you gently, before walking towards his car and turning it on. On full volume, he started to play ‘While You Sleep - Boom Forest’, from his car soundsystem.

“Our song…” you smiled at him, as he put one hand on your waist and the other in your own hand. You rested your free hand on his chest and he began to sway you.

You swayed for a little while, just engulfing yourselves in the moment.

“You’ve got the best brother ever, for helping me set all this up.” Clay’s eyes smiled at yours.

“True. But all this was really my amazing boyfriend.” You leaned in to his lips and captured them in a slow, gentle kiss. “Who I love very much.”

“I love you even more. Happy six months.”

“Here’s to many more.” The warmth in your face despite the cold weather, was one you realised wasn’t going away any time soon. Next, Clay pulled you into another kiss, reminding you just how recklessly you’d fallen for him, and how it was one of the best things that had happened to you.


A little Father’s Day gift inspired by the amazing artwork of  @blvnk-art which confirmed a headcanon of my own. A companion piece to Of Bros and Babes. I hope you enjoy! Again a nod to @callieskye for editing advice and to @jenn582 & @idearlylovealaugh for motivation and support (Jenn I promise there is some smut coming, just not today)!

The early morning light was just beginning to filter into the bedroom, but Ron Weasley had no trouble seeing his wife clearly. His clear-sightedness, both literal and figurative, was legendary in the Auror corp. Perspicacious, that’s the word Hermione taught him; she said she loved the way he could always see the things no one else could.

Now more than ever he was seeing clearly: his heart full as he watched her sleeping form. He gently moved an errant curl from her face, careful not to wake her. She needed her rest: a lopsided grin broke over his face she’s resting for two now.

The news was so fresh that it still bore the weight of unreality. It was hard to imagine, almost impossible to wrap your mind around, really. He ghosted his fingers across her abdomen with awe. Their child was in there, right now. A child that they had made, together. A child that would have his sense of humor and her sense of determination. A child that would have her nose and his hair.  Poor kid…the Weasley hair…at least we can always see you in a crowd.

Ron’s thoughts began to run into a future full of firsts: first smiles, first laughs, first words, first steps. He was wise enough to know that parenting would not be without challenges. He chuckled at the memory of the panicked patronus Harry had sent him the first time Ginny left him alone with James. He was sure the Daily Prophet would have paid handsomely for pictures of the wizarding world’s toughest Aurors scrambling under the demands of a colicky baby.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do the prompt "Alright, I love you" with Hamburr? Thanks :)

“You should just skip class and come hang out with me,” Alexander tells him through the phone, sounding immensely bored. Aaron can picture him lying flat on his stomach on the bed, pouting. “We haven’t had time to just be alone since last weekend.”

“Things are getting busy,” Aaron murmurs, stepping to the side so he doesn’t run into someone who is clearly in a rush. “You know how it gets around midterms. I’m free Friday, though.”

“I have a group project thing after dinner. And then I’ll probably just pass out.”

“Saturday, then.”

“I guess.” Alexander sighs across the line, and Aaron doesn’t want to admit how much he thinks this sucks, too. They’ve barely seen each other over the past week. “You should still skip your class.”

“Why don’t you skip yours?” Aaron asks, smiling at the thought of what Alexander’s face must look like at the suggestion. “Yours is the four to six one. We could get dinner instead.”

“I can’t skip my class! I’d fall behind! It’s midterms.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, not bothering to point out how hypocritical Alexander is being. He even finds it strangely charming. That’s how he knows he’s got it bad. 

“I have to go,” Aaron says reluctantly, getting closer to the building his class is in. “But Saturday night, okay? And we’ll see each other at lunch before that.”

“Yeah,” Alex responds, sounding just as put out as Aaron feels. “Sure, that sounds good. If you wake up early we could do breakfast, too!” His voice is suddenly hopeful, and Aaron can’t help but smile.

“Sure,” he says, pausing to pull open the building’s door and hold it open for a few people behind him. “Listen, I have to go. I’ll see you later, though.”

“Sounds good.”

Aaron lets a few more people walk in through the doors before heading in himself. “Alright, I love you.” He hangs up after that, almost dropping his phone as someone bumps into him. But it’s not until he’s halfway down the hall that he realizes what he had just said.


Aaron stops in his tracks and stares down at his phone, as if he can replay what just happened and somehow change it. He’d said I love you. He’d told Alexander that he loved him. For the first time. Over the phone.

“Shit,” Aaron says out loud, ignoring the startled glance another student throws in his direction at the exclamation. He doesn’t care. He can’t care. All he can think about is those words he’d said and how he had never meant for it to happen like that.

He needs to fix it.


The following is torture. Absolute, and total torture.

The first time Aaron sees Alexander after the phone incident, his boyfriend just stares at him, wide eyed and nervous, stumbling over his words and then avoiding all eye contact with Aaron.

And Aaron isn’t much better, trying and failing at holding a normal conversation and feeling as if he was going to explode at any moment. Things have never been this awkward between him and Alexander, never. And Aaron doesn’t know how to handle it.

He doesn’t regret the words, not at all, even now. He’d meant them. He just hadn’t meant to say them at that specific moment. But that’s not the only thing bothering him.

What’s really bothering is that Alexander hadn’t said them back.

It’s not that Aaron needs him to, he knows everyone takes their own time, but he’d thought that Alexander would say it back, that he felt the same way. And now he’s acting so weird and distant that Aaron worries he’d been reading their entire relationship wrong.

But Saturday comes, and a promise is a promise, so Aaron heads over to Alexander’s room, figuring that since he didn’t tell Aaron not to come, their date night was still on.

His nerves are skyrocketing by the time he reaches Alexander’s door, but he knocks anyway, praying that Alexander answers and this night doesn’t turn into a complete disaster like he’s fearing.

Alexander does answer, looking fidgety as he peers up at Aaron. “Hey. You came.” He sounds surprised.

“I did,” Aaron agrees, and then he clears his throat. “I mean, that’s okay, right? You still-”

“Yes!” Alexander says quickly, stepping aside so Aaron can come in. He turns to face him after closing the door, face slightly flushed. “Uh, so. What did you want to-”

“Are we okay?” Aaron asks, wanting to get this conversation out of the way before he can think about it too much. “I mean, what I said…” He trails off when Alexander’s face flushes even more, words getting stuck in his throat.

“What you said…” Alexander says, his voice gentle in a way that Aaron hasn’t ever heard before. It fills him with a little more confidence.

“Was it…okay?”

Alexander blinks at him, and then he surges forward, slapping Aaron on the arm. “Was it okay?” He asks, grabbing at the front of Aaron’s shirt and tugging on the material. “Of course it was okay, you idiot! It was more than okay!” He leans forward and kisses Aaron hard, causing Aaron to stumble backwards.

“Wait,” Aaron says, breathless, and he pushes Aaron away, ignoring the protesting whine he gets in response. “Wait. But you…you didn’t say it back!”

“You hung up on me!” Alexander cries, laughing when Aaron just stares. “You didn’t give me time. You just said it and then bam, nothing. You were gone.”

Aaron swallows, but lifts his hands to grab at Alexander’s hips, keeping him close. “But all this week, you never said it. I thought-”

“You thought wrong,” Alexander tells him, smiling. “I thought that you didn’t mean to say it.”

“What? Of course I did! I…” Aaron pauses, the words building in his throat, resting on his tongue. “I love you, Alexander.”

Alexander’s smile grows wider, and he leans in, bumping his nose against Aaron’s. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Aaron whispers, closing the distance between them and kissing Alexander slowly, loving the way the words taste in his mouth, wondering if Alexander can taste them on his tongue.

Alexander hums against his lips, pulling back just a bit so their eyes can meet. “I love you, too,” he murmurs, and then they’re kissing again, long and deep.

There’s not much talking after that.

The Raven Cycle Fanfiction Recommendations

So I did a thing for science recently. I went through AO3 and read all of the completed The Raven Cycle fanfiction on there except the really weird shit (meaning anything involving fucking Kavinsky & his crew, Gansey/Adam, Gansey/Ronan or Adam/Blue and most death fics because FUCK YOU SERIOUSLY WHO WRITES THAT SHIT I WILL FIGHT YOU)

And yes – somehow 90% of these ended up being Pynch I have NO IDEA WHATSOEVER how that could have happened. I mean, I’m sure there are lots of good Bluesey fics out there but I am super picky about them for some reason

*I’ll probably update this periodically if I read anything exceptionally good in the future.

General & non-ship specific & OT5 fics:

Prelude in BMW
-A prequel chapter of sorts to The Raven Boys

Eight of Swords
-Unfinished business needs to be resolved before Blue and the boys can safely enter the cave by the dreaming tree in Cabeswater.

-Angsty Noah shit

Your Hand in Mine
-Adam Parrish feels

All the Rooms of the Castle
-The Adam/Blue/Gansey/Ronan(/Noah) fic you knew was coming. Maggie Stiefvater said that polyamory was not the answer, but she’s clearly wrong

The Smallest Twine May Lead Me
-Blue is attacked by a giant bug. OT5 feels.

Something Old, Something New
-Short OT5 feels pre Bluesy wedding

Mt. Nail Gun
-Ronan builds a giant volcano. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

The Secrets We Share
-Ronan and Matthew have an important conversation.

The One Where the Tea was Mislabeled
-Adam and Gansey happen upon Ronan and Blue who are high as fuck. OT5 feels obvs.

All The Things You Might Have Said
-A day at the Barns, searching for hidden treasure amongst the dreamt objects. OT4 feels.

Bed Defacement
-Blue and Gansey are speculating over their friends when they walk in on Adam and Ronan doing something that will leave Gansey scarred for life

Things You Said
-Multiple characters/relationships from Things You Said prompt

Helter Skelter
- Sargent-Lynch siblings AU.

-Blue and Ronan have a brief conversation.

Tired of Waiting For You
-Super short but super adorable

Out for Re-Henge
-Ronan teaches Blue to drive stick and they have adventures.

Blue Takes Ronan to Prom
-The title says it all tbh BROTP

Asking Nicely
-in which Ronan contemplates throwing Blue into the sea for being difficult.

Our Sisters Hold Our Mirros
-Ronan and Blue BROTP that overlaps the end of/set immediately after blue lily, lily blue. some minor tweaks to the canon re: blue’s injuries.


Taking Something More
-Blue isn’t going to let any old curse stop her from getting it on with Gansey.

We’ll Never Sleep (God Know We’ll Try)
-Blue, Gansey, Adam and Ronan are stuck in a motel. Bonus Blue/Ronan BROTP feels & background Pynch

Hurts a Little Less
-Blue is not feeling great. Gansey sends people to make her feel better Cuteeeee

Guess Who?
-Gansey surprise Blue


The Lives of the Heart
-Vignettes of Adam and Ronan, running from pre-series through the future in no particular order.

Dream a Little
-Adam is the one dreaming this time.

First and Third
-Ronan and Adam getting together. Poooooooorn.

Here and Now
-Sequel to First and Third

And I Like You
-Driving. BMW. Much yes.

-Ronan is very bored while Adam is studying and is annoyingly demanding of attention and affection.

The small room in the attic of St. Agnes
-Ronan’s first sleepover at St. Agnes. Between Raven Boys and Dream Thieves.

The Fear That You Can’t Shift
-When the BMW breaks down in the middle of nowhere during a heat wave, Adam insists on trying to fix it. Ronan has other ideas.

You’ve Been Lonely (too long)
-They are becoming a thing.

-Adam sees himself in Ronan’s tattoo.

We’ll See What This Love Is For
-Porn with feelings

The Evolution of Pynch
-Seven part series. Feelings.

Paws and Claws and Kisses
-Pynch with kittens AKA the cutest thing ever

Let’s Start Wildfires
-Post BLLB. Pynch at a funeral (not Gansey’s)

Our Veins Are Busy but my Heart’s in Atrophy
-the beginning of ronan and adam

Your Cold and I Burn

Places and Moments
-Ronan can’t sleep, so he goes to see Adam.

Show Me How The Bones Shake
-First kiss fic

In Your Dreams
-Ronan’s been dreaming a lot about Adam lately.

(I’d be an anchor) but I’m Scared You’d Drown
-Adam is drunk, Ronan is staring

Burning Away from Inside
-Adam and Ronan get snowed in at the Barns for a few days and it’s pretty much as disgustingly cheesy as you can imagine.

Bearing Gifts
-Ronan gets Adam a phone

So We’re Helpless in Sleep and Struggling at the Bootom of the Pool
- In which Ronan thinks he’s going to teach Adam how to swim.

An Evening Spent Sledding
-Pynch & bonus OT5 feels

You Did Say You Liked Peppermint
- Ronan gets Adam a peppermint latte for the first time and watch all the dumb Christmas movies alone at Monmouth

-Angst lovely angst

In Soft and Sheltered Places
-This time it’s Ronan who’s fluently disdainful of Adam’s clumsy attempts to communicate. Until he realizes what Adam is really trying to say.

In this Light, I Can’t Even Look at You
-Ronan takes Adam to the Barns a second time, in the middle of the night.

Steal Me Away With Your Eyes and Your Mouth
-Maybe Ronan only knows how to love dream things. Adam’s not anyone’s dream.

Pound of Flesh
-3 part series with established relationship & feeeeeeeels

-Ronan dreams up a picnic, which he and Adam share on a sunny Saturday morning – amidst unresolved tension, Adam’s slow realizations of what he wants, and lots of slow-burning, of course.

Close Your Eyes and Shut Your Mouth
-Five times Ronan slept at Adam’s, and the one time Adam asked him to.

Said Your Name in an Empty Room
-Adam kisses Ronan and then goes to D.C. with Gansey & stuff

Things You Said at 1 a.m.
-Adam somehow knows exactly who it is even as he’s pulled from sleep.

As Loud As My Heart
-Adam figures it out, with some help from his friends.

Circular Logic
-Right now, Adam hates just about everything, and Ronan will not just go away like any normal person would.

The North Star
-Adam’s second favorite pastime is not getting caught staring at Ronan. He’s very good at it.

I Would Be Glad to Tell You and Walk Away
-The problem, when it came down to it, was that the longer he waited for Ronan to actually do something about how he felt, the more Adam wanted him to.

Burning all the Bridges
-Ronan gets Adam high fucking hiiiiiilarious

Just Forget the Night
-They weren’t dating. Not technically, anyway, no matter what Gansey’s raised eyebrows and Blue’s knowing smirk said.

An Accidental Kiss
-In which secret relationships are actually not secret at all and Noah is a little shit.

Physics Homework & Vocab Building Strategies
-Two parter. Ronan is distracting. A+++++

Like Vines
-Communication is hard, especially when one of you can’t speak at all.

I was Just Late to Want
-Sometimes, Ronan dreamt of a beach. Sometimes, Ronan dreamt of Adam.

All the Ashes in my Wake
-four times Adam wakes up in Ronan’s bed (and one time they wake up in his)

-Scapulimancy is the practice of divination by use of scapulae (shoulder blades).

And I Swore they Started Singing
-Ronan Lynch is kicked out of Monmouth for the night and Adam Parrish has a lot of feelings.

-Adam thinks, wishes, dreams, longs for: warmth, comfort, the right thing to say.

Bad Ideas
-Adam should’ve known that Ronan’s idea of ‘fun’ would involve breaking the law and public nudity.

-Besides, it was Ronan who had started watching him. Ronan who had decided that Adam Parrish was indeed something worth looking at.

Shaking Hands with the Dark Parts of my Thoughts
-Adam tells Ronan about the death list.

The To Not Do List
-Adam wants to stay in bed.

Curious Little Thing
-In which Ronan accidentally dreams himself a baby, which looks oddly like Adam.

Roses on Parade
-Adam accidentally ends up in Ronan’s dream and Ronan is very Ronan about it and Adam is very Adam about it.

-It was difficult for Adam to ignore a question once it was posed, and Ronan was the biggest question of all.

All that We See or Seem
-There is something in the air. Something that has loosened a bolt in Ronan’s chest, loosened his tongue in the process.

Swallow My Heart and Flee
-Things Ronan thinks about.

Lights Will Guide You Home
-They’re too young and too stupid to understand what it means to be forever; but little by little they get there.

Under Me You So Quite New
- He thinks he’s forgotten the feeling of anything but Ronan Lynch’s eyes on him.

The Dreams We Should Be Having
-Ronan shows up while Adam is sleeping

Between the Daylight and the Deep Sea
-Two part series. Adam comes to terms with his truth, with help from Cabeswater and Gansey.

Could You Put a Name to Someone Else’s Sigh
-Sometimes Ronan dreams about sex. Sometimes he dreams about Adam. And sometimes he’s worried that those dreams won’t stay safely in his head.

Body Count
-AU where Adam doesn’t leave after Ronan’s dream body dies in front of him during BLLB.

Boys on Fire Never Burn Out
-Ronan’s always Ronan. Even when he isn’t.

Don’t you Wanna Claim My Body Like a Vandal?
-This has no conceivable plot, it is basically just grown magical boys being nerds in the bedroom.

Drive It Like You Stole It
-“He wants you,” Gansey said bluntly. Adam sucked in a breath, feeling the words in his whole body. “I’m not saying Cabeswater can do anything about that. But I think it’s important to wonder if it might.”

-Dreams do come true. Ronan and Adam take a trip to the barns to let off some steam. It is exactly what both of them need.

Give Yourself Completely
-Angry Kissing

Hold the Light that Fixes You in Time
-Adam and Ronan get all domestic

-At twenty-two, Adam hasn’t been back to Henrietta in two years. He convinces himself he doesn’t miss it, until the day it comes looking for him.

Hotter Than the Sun, Sweeter Than Spring
-Out in the sun-warm grass of the Barns, everything is funny, and Ronan makes Adam wish that it would always be summer.

I Am Stained With Light
-One morning Adam wakes up to find that Ronan has cut himself on a sharp, heavy piece of stained glass he accidentally pulled from his dream. This gives them each different things to consider.

It’s Been a Long Time Coming
-Adam hurts and seeing Ronan hurts a little less.

It Won’t Ever Get Old, Not In My Soul
-Ronan walks in on Adam naked. A character study of sorts.

-In that moment they were limitless, the two of them, careening down a nameless road outside of Henrietta in a car as black as the night around them.

Let’s Be Reckless Teenagers in Love
-It was like the shopping cart all over again.

Matchmaker Calla
-Adam was so tired of being afraid.

Not His Fucking Pillow
-Adam is sleeping, Noah is teasing

The Numinous Intent
-For Adam and Ronan, fathers and poetry and love are heavy things, made more so by their necessity. But bodies, bodies are simple and can say twice as much.

The Opposite of Violence
-What he didn’t know was when it had stopped being a crush, and when he started feeling Ronan’s gaze glancing off his skin like sparks.

Simmer Down and Pucker Up
-Cabeswater had taken his dream and shared it with the only other person who could ever be close enough to Cabeswater to see it.

A Streelight For the Stars
-Ronan brings back a Dream! Adam. Shenanigans ensue.

-Pynch roadrip

Talking Body
-Drunk idiots

These Hands are Tied
-Adam and Ronan determined to prove that they could keep their damn hands to themselves

Things to Keep in Mind When Loving Adam Parrish
-A mental list that Ronan carries as he progresses through his relationship with Adam.

Things to Keep in Mind When Loving Ronan Lynch
- A mental list that Adam carries as he progresses through his relationship with Ronan

Things You Said Through Your Teeth
-Ronan isn’t ready for this. It’s possible that he’ll never be ready for this, never be ready for Adam to tell him one way or another what it’s going to be.

This Isn’t a Heist
-Ronan only says it to piss off Declan. He doesn’t take into account what it will do to everyone else. (Or, that one where Adam and Ronan are fake dating.)

You’ve Discovered Something You Don’t Have a Name For
-Ronan kisses Adam. Feels ensue.

Hello everyone happy Mother’s Day weekend time to do the thing most of you follow me for and live up to my url, and write some terrible fahc Gavin centered hurt/comfort I guess!

Warnings: child abuse, alcohol, ptsd, vomit, fahc violence (??)

 For their reputation, the fake ah crew is horribly domestic. Disgustingly domestic in fact. 

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When you get Invested in the Plot Line That Started Out as a Joke

aka: more adventures in the modern day Jamilton dads fic, this time in the “handcuffed together” trope. Also featuring Eliza, saving the day, but not quite the whole day (they’re still cuffed after all). A little over 2k below the readmore

The first thing Hamilton did was yank his hand away, instinctively. With a harsh pull against his wrist, Thomas’ hand followed. For a moment, they both stared, silent.

Then, Hamilton turned towards the open door, took a deep breath, and attempted to channel Washington’s pure authority. “Philip Schuyler-Hamilton, get back here this instant!”

Predictably, nothing happened. Philip wasn’t even within sight of the yard anymore. For such small legs, the kid moved pretty fast. “Philip, I’m serious! You’re in big trouble right now!” He bellowed, greeted only by the pleasant sounds of a Saturday afternoon.

“Yeah, tell him he’s in trouble, that’s going to work,” Thomas snarked, still unable to keep his eyes off the cuffs. For the life of him, he couldn’t grasp what possessed the kid to do this. He didn’t seem like the practical joke type, but then, Thomas hadn’t known him long.

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Falling Petals Chapter 9: talking to cute girls is hard, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

           If you asked her, Valerie Gray would say she was used to getting weird ass customers. I mean, you’d have to be a little weird to walk into a tiny coffee shop that’s right across the street from the literal Nasty Burger. Usually they just got fanfiction-writing nerds and book worms that were too preoccupied with reading to even glance at the cup of coffee that they absentmindedly ordered. Every so often Valerie would find someone she used to be friends with in highschool standing on the seat to get a better picture of their perfectly arranged bagel and foamy cup of coffee before taking a sip and a bite and walking back out the door. And then there was that guy that stopped in every Saturday morning and just sat by the window, staring out with a glazed sort of look in his eyes. Oh, and Valerie couldn’t forget that old couple that only spoke in whispers and sent death glares toward Nasty Burger, discussing in whispers about how bad that place was for your health.

           Yeah, Espresso Patronum was certainly a hotspot for weirdos. Valerie was 99.9% sure that she had seen it all.

           And then, one day, a girl walked in.

           Her long, wavy black hair, which would easily reach her butt if put down, was pulled into a high ponytail with a bright blue hair band that matched her eye color exquisitely. Her white shirt very clearly read “drop dead gorgeous” and was accompanied by a tiny cartoon ghost. She was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and Christmas-colored slippers that clashed horribly but somehow just worked for her, and, when she moved to find a seat, Valerie caught sight of a tiny cartoon ghost tattooed on the inside of her elbow.

           Valerie felt her heart skip a beat, because holy shit that girl was hot.

           Cedric, who had started working at Espresso Patronum because he thought the irony was “fucking hilarious,” walked out from behind the counter, straightened his apron, and started heading towards the girl. Valerie pushed him out of the way and pulled out her little notebook with practiced ease.

           “Good afternoon; my name’s Valerie. What can I get for you today?” she recited, pushing a strand of curly brown hair out of her face and ignoring Cedric’s incoherent sounds of anger from behind. Now that she was closer, Val could clearly see tiny freckles dotting her cheeks and nose and a healthy blush lighting her skin. She had multiple earrings in, all of which were simple studs, and a tiny little crystal nose piercing that was almost impossible to spot unless you studied her as closely as Valerie was studying her at that exact moment. The girl, who was easily eighteen, by Valerie’s calculations, glanced up at the sound of Val’s voice. Her eyes sparkled in the dim café light.

           “Holy shit; you’re hot. I’ll have a slice of you and also a double espresso, please.”

           Valerie was so shell-shocked that she dropped her notepad on the floor. She was sure that her entire face was glowing red.

           “Ok, maybe not the slice of you. Was that too straightforward? That was too straightforward. Sorry, I don’t really have a filter. Name’s Danielle, by the way, but everyone calls me Dani. Nice to meet you, Valerie.”

           Valerie was still frozen to the spot, jaw unhinged in utter shock. Cedric had to come up behind her to pull her away from the scene.

           “God, you’re horrible with hot girls. This is why you shoulda let me handle it.” He whispered, steering her towards the kitchen. “Do you even remember what she ordered?”

           “She called me hot.”

           “Wow, of course she’s gay. Great. Perfect. Why would the only hot girl that walks in here be straight? No offense, Val.”

           “She ordered a double espresso.”

           “I just mean to say that you’re not my type, I mean, I see you more as a sister, I just—“



           “Shut up before I break your nose.”

           “Double espresso coming right up.”

           Valerie straightened her apron self consciously. God, she had completely froze out there! She fought ghosts in her free time and she couldn’t even look the cute girl at the café in the eye! She blew a curl out of her face. Wasn’t she supposed to be good at this?

           Valerie glanced over at Danielle, who was interesting herself in the sugar cube bowl situated in the center of the table. She popped a sugar cube in her mouth and clicked her nails against the table distractedly.

           “Here’s the double espresso, Val,” Cedric said, coming up behind her.

           “I thought you liked Dani?”

           “Val, she’s gay, you’re gay.”

           “I’m bi.”

           “Irrelevant. You guys are, like, that perfect homosexual match.”

           Valerie glared at him.

           “Go get her, tiger.”

           Val sighed, straightened her apron again, and headed over to Danielle’s table. Fuck, she was shaking. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest.

           Talking to pretty girls was so much harder than fighting ghosts, Valerie decided.

           “Here’s your order,” she said, trying to steady her hand to set the espresso on the table.

           “Sit with me?” Dani queried.


           “Would you like to sit with me?”

           “Uh, I’m kinda working…” Valerie trailed off, glancing behind her at Cedric.

           “JUST SIT DOWN, DAMMIT,” Cedric yelled across the room, startling a boy in the corner wearing giant glasses and reading a rather thick book. His coffee splashed onto the table and Cedric rushed to help, sending a thumbs up towards Valerie whilst simultaneously apologizing.

           I hate that boy, Valerie decided, sliding into the booth opposite Danielle.

           “That your boyfriend?” Dani asked.

           “Oh, hell no,” Val answered, eyes widening a fraction. “He’s way too much work.”

           “Thank God. For a second I thought you were straight.”

           “Just because I’m not into Cedric doesn’t mean I’m gay,” Valerie argued, sending Danielle a look that was both confused and a bit angry. She had a habit of hiding her fear behind an angry façade.

           “Am I wrong?”

           Valerie said nothing.

           Dani laughed, throwing her head back. Strands of baby hair that had been tucked behind her ears spilled forth, gently framing her face. “You can’t fool me, Valerie. You travel the world and you learn some stuff about homosexuals.”

           “That’s not at all what I thought you learned while travelling the world. Besides, aren’t a bit young for that?”

           “For what? Adventure? Bullshit. I just got back from Australia like,” Dani glanced at the clock over the store door, “thirty minutes ago.”

           “And the first thing you did when you got home was go to a Harry Potter themed café?” Val queried, crinkling her nose.

           “I happen to be a fan of Harry Potter, thank you very much.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a nerd, Dani.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a bitch, Val.” Danielle stuck her tongue out at that and then proceeded to hide her smile behind her coffee cup.

           Valerie felt her fear ebb away. It was so damn easy to talk to her.

           “Hey, don’t do that.” Danielle said suddenly.

           “Do what?”

           “That grin thing.”

           “Why the hell can’t I grin?”

           “’Cus it’s fucking cute! I just wanted a cup of coffee, dammit.”

           Valerie snorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t have called me hot.”

           “Maybe you shouldn’t have been hot,” Dani retorted, sipping her drink. “Ow, fuck!”
           “I burnt ma tangue,” she answered, letting her tongue flop out of her mouth. “I’m ganna thue.”

           “You’re gonna what?”

           “Thue! I’m ganna thue!”

           “Say that again, please?” Valerie was trying her damndest not to smile and, yet, still managing to fail miserably.

           “Thuck you!”

           Valerie burst into a fit of laughter, her hand coming down to smack the table. Dani glared, tongue still sticking out, a grin lifting the corners of her lips.

           And then Valerie heard Danielle gasp lightly and looked up just in time to see concern twist her features.

           “Fuck me,” she whispered, tongue back in her mouth.


           “I gotta go.”


           “My, uh, cousin wanted to meet up with me after I landed and I totally forgot.” Danielle stood. “How much do I owe you?”

           “It’s on the house,” Valerie insisted, standing as well. She was surprised at the sudden cut in conversation and found herself missing it already. “Well, I guess I’ll see yo—“

           “Hold up. Gimme your pen.”

           “My what?”

           “The pen that’s in your apron pocket, ya goob.” Danielle glanced out the window, searched the sky with one quick sweep of her eyes, and smirked at Valerie.

           “Oh! Here.” She passed it over.

           Dani rolled her eyes, reached across the table, and grabbed Valerie’s wrist. She wrote down a collection of numbers and finished it with a little cartoon ghost, which was something that Valerie had started associating with her.

           “Call me later, okay?”

           It wasn’t until then that Valerie realized that that collection of numbers was Danielle’s phone number. “Oh. Oh! Okay!”

           “See ya.”


           Danielle rushed out the door with a small little wave, the bell dinging softly as she left.

           “You scare her off?” Cedric asked, coming up behind Valerie.

           “I got her number.”

           “Really? That fast? That’s impressive. What’d she run off for, then?”

           “She had to see her cousin.”

           Cedric snorted. “That sounds suspiciously fake. I’m honestly confused whether she wants to talk to you or she was just trying to get away from you.”

           Valerie turned on her heel, coming face to face with Cedric. “Hey, shut it! I’m sure she was just busy.”

           And then a ghost came straight through the opposite wall and landed with a crash behind the counter, followed by a black and white blur.


           “Oh, would you look at the time, Cedric! I gotta go!”

           “Your shift doesn’t end for another two hours!”

           Valerie was already out the door, hiding behind a trash bin beside the café, and letting the cool metal that made up her suit envelope her entire body through tiny openings in her wrists and ankles.

           She grinned from underneath her mask.

           A cute girl gave her her number and now she got to kick some ghost’s ass. She decided to mark today off as a good day.

           Valerie jumped and her hover board popped out from the bottom of her shoes. She couldn’t think about that right now. That black and white blur just had to be Phantom.

           Duty calls.

Always a Bridesmaid 10/10

So this is the last chapter, I’d like to thank you everyone of you who took the time to read, like and comment - it really meant the world to me. Thank you so so much! I really hope you enjoy the chapter. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing and suggestions!

                                            Chapter 10: My Always

When Felicity pulled into her driveway after a long day at work she couldn’t wait to snuggle up with Oliver for a relaxing evening.  This was the first evening in a while that they would both be home. And while moving Smoak Technologies to Star City was the best idea, it of course came with problems that needed to be solved.

As she walked into the house she pulled the elastic from her hair to de-ponytail. Yum, she could smell something good cooking. “Oliver, honey, where are you?”

“In the kitchen,” he called out.

She wandered into the kitchen and saw him checking the chicken in the oven. As he closed the oven door, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her face against his back, “I miss you,” she mumbled.

Oliver reached around for her, moving her to his front and gave her a kiss that showed her that he felt the same. He pulled back for a moment and then went back in for one small kiss. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Long! But so much better now that I’m home with you.” She walked over to take down a wine glass.

“Red or white?” Oliver asked.

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Personal accounts: Shutdowns

After Mod Aira’s account of what her meltdowns are like, here is Mod Cat describing a typical shutdown.

“I’m lucky not to get meltdowns too often, generally only because of intense emotional distress. When I can’t cope with too much sensory stimulation, my usual response is to shut down. Here is the account of one.

I’m out in town. It’s Saturday afternoon, the streets are busy. It’s summer, there are tourists everywhere. I have to zigzag between them to keep on moving forward, while trying to ignore all the disconnected pieces of conversation going from everywhere. It’s way too hot outside, maybe 30°C, or more. The sun is too bright even with my black glasses, it hurts my eyes. I look at the floor, as I always do when I’m out, there are fewer things to see on the ground, and less light. I’ve learned how not to bump into people without looking in front of me when I walk long ago now.

I’m out with two friends, they’re chatting. I realize I have no idea what they’re talking about. I try to listen for a bit, to find out what they’re talking about, to take part in the conversation, but soon my eyes fall back to the ground. There are young children shouting, a few kids playing soccer in the middle of the street. The ball bounces against my foot. I freeze, I can’t understand what’s happening. The kids shout something at me, I understand they want me to throw it back, I do it. I stay frozen in place, confused, until one of my friends calls “You’re coming ? Are you alright ?” I don’t know, I can’t really think. All of my thoughts are slow, as if they had to come through thick liquid before arriving to my consciousness. I nod because that’s what you’re supposed to say when someone asks. Speaking sounds like a lot of effort right now. I start walking again, following in my friend’s footsteps. I don’t even remember where we’re going, but I hope we’ll get there soon. Maybe there’ll be AC there. Or…fewer things. There are too many things right now, moving too quickly and too everywhere. I can hear and see everything, but from far away. I don’t really understand. Someone tries to talk to me. I don’t understand. I freeze in place, confused once again. What do they want from me ? There are words, I can hear them clearly, but I’m not sure what they mean, a bit as if they were in a foreign language. The person is getting more insistent. I’m trying to think of something to tell them, but I don’t even understand what they want, and even if I did I wouldn’t know what to reply. My friend grabs me by the arm, tells the person “we’re not interested, thank you”. That sounds like a sensible thing to say. I thank them. I focus on walking. One step after the other. Left foot, right foot. I follow my friend’s footsteps, left foot, right foot. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t even know where I am. Everything is way too bright, the world seems white-hot. Moving is difficult, I have to think every step with a lot of intent to make it happen. I wish I could just stop and lie down on the ground and close my eyes and put my hands over my ears. I have to fight every second to keep walking and not just curl up where I am. It’s difficult, I stumble, I have to hold myself up on walls and fences. Right foot, left foot.

Something touches my shoulder. I jump in surprise, my heartbeat accelerates suddenly. It’s my friend trying to get my attention. I finally realize they’ve been talking to me for maybe a minute now. I’ve heard it I think, but I haven’t processed a single word. I try to focus this time. “What’s going on?” I manage to make out the words. It takes me some time to link them back to their respective meaning, then to the general meaning of the sentence. When that is more or less clear, I have to find an answer. There are just question marks in my head. I open my mouth to reply, nothing comes out. I close it and look at my friend, my head tilted. “Are you OK?” I look for the answer. There’s nothing. Am I ok ? Am I anything, really ? I shrug. I don’t know. I just know walking is hard and I want to curl up and I want it to be dark and silent. “…Sit ?” “You want to go and sit down ?” Nod. Then more walking. Right Left no flopping down right left right left. I realize we’re not in the street anymore, it’s a park. I must have gotten here somehow but it’s blurry. There’s a bench, I collapse on it. I start rocking, it feels good. My eyes are closed. It’s still too hot but it’s quiet in the park, and there’s some shade. I stay there for some time, I don’t know how long.

Eventually I notice my friends are talking. I can make out a few words first, then a few sentences. I stop rocking, open my eyes, look at them. “Are you feeling better?” I nod. “Do you want something?” “Drink”. I remember when I’m like this it helps. They give me some water, I drink it slowly. I feel the liquid going down my throat and clearing up the clouds in my head a bit. “Thanks”. I listen to their conversation, gradually i start taking part, at first with head signs and single words and texting, then it becomes more fluid. It must take about twenty minutes for me to be able to think clearly and talk normally. When it’s the case, I ask “where were we going anyway?” “

✦ —— the lorax sentence starters

  • ‘ i speak for the trees. ’
  • ‘ we love living this way ’
  • ‘ it’s perfect! ’
  • ‘ did you paint this? ’
  • ‘ wow! what does that even mean? ’
  • ‘ i’d probably marry him on the spot. ’
  • ‘ and it does what? i don’t even know what it does. ’
  • ‘ oh, it hurts, mom. ’
  • ‘ please stop. ’
  • ‘ would you be a dear and go get them for me? ’
  • ‘ you want one, you need to find him. ’
  • ‘ oh, he’s real all right. ’
  • ‘ wait, outside of town? ’
  • ‘ well, here goes another lame saturday. ’
  • ‘ you really think people are stupid enough to buy this? ’
  • ‘ i’m aware it rhymes. ’
  • ‘ no one is supposed to come here. ’
  • ‘ get out of here and leave me alone! ’
  • ‘ well, that’s me. the guy who still cares. i’m here. ’
  • ‘ it’s because of me. ’
  • ‘ sounds ridiculous, but i mean, that’s cool. ’
  • ‘ if somehow your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh, it wouldn’t surprise me at all! ’
  • ‘ i’m going to prove you all wrong. ’
  • ‘ with nothing but a completely irrational sense of optimism. ’
  • ‘ so let’s all make my dreams come true. ’
  • ‘ yeah, that’s awesome. ’
  • ‘ no, but that sounds amazing. ’
  • ‘ i’ve got one of these for the cutest little guy I ever saw! ’
  • ‘ i’m going to eat this, but i am highly offended by it. ’
  • ‘ you listen to me, you furry meatloaf. ’
  • ‘ if you’re not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! ’
  • ‘ well, i would love to tell you, but, sadly, according to the universal wish laws, I cannot. ’
  • ‘ kiss him! kiss him! ’
  • ‘ you’re kissing the cereal again, hon. ’
  • ‘ it is now personal time. i’ll be in my room. ’
  • ‘ don’t go poking around in things you don’t understand or i’ll be your worst nightmare. ’
  • ‘ lots of fun stuff to occupy your short attention span. ’
  • ‘ hey, man? you know, you need to change that door bell. ’
  • ‘ clearly, you missed me a little. right? ’
  • ‘ why aren’t you like other kids, break dancing and wearing bell-bottoms, and playing the Donkey Kongs? ’
  • ‘ because when a guy does something stupid once, well, that’s because he’s a guy. ’
  • ‘ if he does the same stupid thing twice, it’s usually to impress some girl. ’
  • ‘ how nice to see someone so undeterred by things like reality. ’
  • ‘ i didn’t mean you any harm. ’
  • ‘ sleeping is the body’s way of telling other people to go away. ’
  • ‘ okay, i put my lips on those. ’
  • ‘ you’re bringing a guitar? ’
  • ‘ my family was right. ’
  • ‘ i’m playing poker. he’s playing go fish. and i think he’s hungry. ’
  • ‘ i think he’s going to get to that part really soon. ’
  • ‘ you know me, just cruising. putting out the vibe. just me and my thoughts. ’
  • ‘ oh, is this the girl you’re always talking about? ’
  • ‘ there’s my big, suddenly successful son! ’
  • ‘ but you always said i wouldn’t amount to anything, remember? ’
  • ‘ so, who invited the giant, furry peanut? ’
  • ‘ that’s a woman? ’
  • ‘ take that, you stupid tree! ’
  • ‘ give me a reason, shorty. ’
  • ‘ do you think I’m bad? ’
  • ‘ something good finally happens to me, and he just has to come along and rain on my parade. ’
  • ‘ how bad can i be? ’
  • ‘ i’m just following my destiny ’
  • ‘ how bad can this possibly be? ’
  • ‘ you’re a fraud ’
  • ‘ this is really all your fault. you destroyed everything. ’
  • ‘ because unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. it’s not. ’
  • ‘ then make them care. ’
  • ‘ he knows his own name and everything. ’
  • ‘ must have been a misunderstanding. ’
  • ‘ i could just kiss you right now! ’
  • ‘ what do you think you’re doing, kid? ’
  • ‘ let it grow. ’
  • ‘ let it die! ’
  • ‘ you greedy dirt-bag! ’
  • ‘ you done good. ’
  • ‘ by the way, nice mustache. ’

sweetpinktrash  asked:

Could I have a fluffy scenario with Ushijima and his fem s/o on their first date?

I kind of went crazy with it but hopefully the length makes up for how long it took me to get it done. I really hope you like it! It’s a blend of awkward, funny and fluff (at least I hope it is). I listened to Dashboard Confessional’s “Stolen” on repeat while writing this in case you’d like a tune to set the mood.

Wakatoshi Ushijima – Fortune Favors the Blunt

Nobody is more surprised when Ushijima asks you out than him. Normally one to avoid anything or anyone that gives him a feeling of not knowing what he’s going to do, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you. It starts off subtle, as these things often do, with his eyes consistently shifting to you in class. Every time he catches himself staring at you, he whisks his attention back to the front of the room but even then, he’s distracted just by the thought of you.

Eventually he gives into the inevitable; he may be stubborn but he’s not stupid.

“______-san,” his deep voice rumbles one day after school. He’s on his way to the gym when you cross his path. Inevitability or not, there’s no way he’d be late for practice looking for you but he’ll take fortune where he can find it.

You almost drop your books in surprise at being addressed directly by the huge volleyball player. Turning around and craning your neck upwards you ask, “Yes?”

“I really like you, go out with me,” he says. It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

Beside him, Tendo doubles over with laughter. “Wakatoshi, that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you!” he exclaims throwing an arm around his blunt friend. “You have to ask her,” he mock whispers to him, casting a side wink in your direction.

The attention this whole scene is garnering is making you rather uncomfortable so to avoid further embarrassment you say, “Ok, Ushijima-san, um,” you pause ripping a piece of paper from your notebook. Scribbling your number down you hand it to him, Tendo’s mouth falling open as you say, “Call me.” Then you scurry away, completely convinced the past five minutes had to be a figment of your imagination.

Behind you, Tendo, still slack jawed, looks at his friend in awe. “Then again, maybe it is how you get a girl to go out with you.” Ushijima is unaffected, turning on his heel to head to practice.

Later that evening, your phone rings, a number you don’t recognize flashing on the display.

“Hello?” you answer

“______-chan,” comes the reply. “It’s Ushijima,” he adds completely unnecessarily.

“Oh…hel…hello,” you stammer, clearly shocked he actually called.

There’s a moment of silence, which really shouldn’t surprise you considering who you’re “talking” to; maybe you should have suggested texting. Clearing your throat, you try to get the conversation going. “So, um, thanks for calling. I…I didn’t really think you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I call? You gave me your number in order to,” he asks confused.

“I know! I…it’s just that usually when guys say they’re going to call, they don’t.”

“That’s stupid,” he says simply and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right it is. Um, anyway, did you…did you have an idea of where you wanted to go for a date?”

There’s another pause. “A date?” he asks.

Now you’re the one confused. “Well, yeah, you asked, er, um, told me to go out with you, so…did you have anything in mind?”

“You misunderstood, when I said go out with me, I meant be my girlfriend. Isn’t that what that usually means?”

The phone slips from your hands, shock rendering your limbs temporarily paralyzed. From the ground, you hear his voice calling for you, but you can’t move. With no warning, no indication of ever liking you at all, he just…wants you to be his girlfriend?

“______-chan?” Wakatoshi tries again, bordering between irritation and concern; is the idea of exclusively dating him that bad?

Finally, you come back on the line, voice shaking a bit. “Um…Ushijima-san, why…why do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He doesn’t have to think long on his answer. “I don’t know, I just know I want to be with you.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips; this is all just too surreal. Shaking your head, you’re just about to tell him you don’t think that’s the best foundation to base a relationship on when you stop. When is the last time you’ve taken a risk? And what better time than now? It’s your third year and you’ve only ever dated one other guy, one who told you all the reasons he loved you only to end up breaking your heart in the end by cheating on you. At least with Ushijima-san you’ll have full disclosure.

“Ok,” you say before you can convince yourself not to. “Ok,” you repeat, “I’ll consider being your girlfriend, but on one condition.”

“And that is?” he asks.

You have no idea where this sudden bout of confidence is coming from but you’re determined to ride the wave as long as possible. “You have to take me on a proper date first, then we’ll see.”

For a moment, Ushijima is at a loss. Why didn’t anyone ever tell him dating would be this difficult? Granted, he’s never asked anyone about it before but still. But he knows, without understanding why, that he wants you to be his, so he’ll do what it takes to make that happen.

“Alright, I’ll take you out Saturday night,” he replies.

“Sounds great,” you say smiling. After another pause you add, “Well, I better get going. Homework to do and all that, but I’ll see you tomorrow at school…Wakatoshi-kun.”

He’s not sure why it is that you saying his first name makes him blush, but Ushijima can feel his cheeks heating up and is eternally grateful you’re not having this conversation in person.

The rest of the week passes uneventfully, no one (save Tendo) the wiser of the change in your relationship status since, technically, nothing has changed between the two of you except the fact that you’re going on a date this weekend.

“Sooooo,” Tendo says Friday afternoon in the locker room, “where are you taking _____-chan tomorrow?”

“Dinner and a movie,” comes the quick reply.

Tendo yawns dramatically. “Boooorrrringgg!”

Wakatoshi looks at his grinning face. “Well then, what would you suggest?”

Slamming his locker door, the red head then leans against it. “Look, she said this date is conditional of her becoming your girlfriend. If you’re serious about this you’re going to have to up your game.”

A sudden feeling of doubt overcomes the ace; what the hell was he thinking?

“Don’t panic, your best buddy is here to rescue you from dating ineptitude,” Tendo says following him out of the locker room.

“But you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Wakatoshi says.

“Tch, doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do,” he says wiggling his eyebrows.

The next day you are bouncing around the house, completely excited, nervous, anxious and…hopeful. For the whole week, you’ve struggled with whether to call this whole thing off, but your girlfriends insisted you at least go on the date; the guy deserves that much they reminded you.

In the afternoon, you receive a text from Wakatoshi advising you to dress nicely but warm. After going through your entire closet, you decide upon a knee length grey skirt with blue leggings, black ankle boots and long sleeved white shirt, a black vest over it. Finishing your hair and makeup, you take one last look in the mirror; well, it’s as good as it’s going to get.

A knock at the front door has your heart racing. Rushing from the back of your house, you open it to reveal Wakatoshi with a bouquet of daisies which he thrusts a little abruptly at you.

“Thank you,” you say, placing them in a vase of water. Now that the flowers are out of your field of vision you see he’s clad in dark jeans, a black long sleeve shirt and maroon jacket.

“Ready to go?” he asks and you nod, following him out the door.

You walk down the street in silence, heading to a bus stop. When it arrives, you climb on and take seats next to one another. The silence is slightly awkward but you know Wakatoshi enough to not be surprised by his lack of conversation skills; he doesn’t speak that much and when he does it’s often in quick, concise sentences.

When you arrive to your destination, he stands and you follow him. Surprise registers on your face when you see you’re at a large park, a gigantic lake spread in the center. Wakatoshi is walking slightly ahead of you, his long legs and quick strides making it hard for you to keep up. To his credit, he does notice and slows down, coming to a stop and looking at you. In silence, he reaches out his hand to you. After a moment’s hesitation, you take it, your hand being swallowed into his. You can feel the callouses built up over years of hitting a volleyball, you’re sure, hundreds of thousands of times.

Walking a bit slower, the two of you make your way to a dock and his intention becomes clear; you’re going in a paddle boat. Paying for the rental, Wakatoshi gets in first, turning to assist you. Both of you blush slightly when he has need to touch your waist to make sure you don’t fall over. Once you’re seated, he settles next to you and you both begin pushing on the peddles, the boat coasting out towards the center of the lake.

It’s lovely here, sakura trees releasing their petals which float through the air and land silently on the glass like surface of the water. Above you, the stars are starting to wink and twinkle, the moon a half crescent but bright.

After peddling for a while, you decide to stop, looking up to enjoy the night sky. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you smile; he may not say much, but his efforts thus far have impressed you.

Deciding you should put in a little more effort too, you say, “You know, we don’t really know that much about each other. So how about we play twenty questions? Answer one, ask one?”

“I don’t think I’ll come up with very good questions,” he says.

“Nothing says they have to be clever,” you say lightly, “Just ask things you want to know about me.”

Thinking it over, he realizes you’re right and nods his agreement to your suggestion.

By the end of the game he’s properly fallen for you, learning about your love of animals and dream to be a veterinarian, the fact that you’re a pretty good cook and enjoy comedy movies over any other genre. You learn about his family, his ambition to play professional volleyball (not surprising at all but you are surprised by the level of detail he went into once he really got going) and that he enjoys reading mysteries when he has the time.

“This was a really great idea,” you say with a soft smile.

He wants to confess it wasn’t really his, that Tendo was the one who found out about this place but thinks it better not to; you look so happy.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says instead.

When the temperature shifts downward a few degrees and you shiver Wakatoshi takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“We should probably head back,” you say and he nods. You get the boat turned around and return to the dock. Wakatoshi gets out first after it’s secure, leaning down and extending his hand to you to help you out. You grasp his hand, but as you step you slip, careening forward. Were he not there, you’d probably have banged your knee up pretty bad but his strong arms and quick reflexes are more than enough to pull you to safety; which means you’re clasped in a full Wakatoshi embrace.

Looking up at his face, you smile and say, “Thanks.”

He swallows, his blush returning due to the proximity of your face to his. Unthinkingly, he leans down further, lips hovering over yours, eyes almost closed. Deciding to risk it, he continues downward, kissing you very gently. When he pulls away, your eyes are shining, your own cheeks sporting a beautiful, natural rouge.

“So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, “yes, Wakatoshi-kun, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

When he smiles, you think your heart is going stop but don’t have time for further consideration of your impending cardiac arrest since he’s kissing you again, a bit firmer, a bit longer and oh my, you now know that while his mouth may not expel many words, it is exceptionally talented in communicating passion.

If You Care - Part 1

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

Genre: Angsty, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol / Oh Sehun.

Word Count: 2,126

Summary: When Chanyeol’s old friend comes back from studying abroad, you find yourself seeing him less and less. Your boyfriend hasn’t been paying attention to you, so Sehun steps in to comfort you instead.


You picked up your phone because you missed him. You hadn’t seen him in a while. He claimed to be working on music but you had felt so lonely lately. He and the boys had already finished with promoting and you thought that it meant that you’d get to spend more time with him.

Apparently, though, you were wrong. His schedule was pretty much free, aside from the occasional interview or variety show here and there. You didn’t understand what was going on with him. Did you do something wrong? Did he want to break up? You weren’t sure what was going to happen.

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