bench cushion

aomamudaikis  asked:

I've been feeling depressed lately. So maybe something like one of them trying to cheer the other with some soft pampering? Like cuddles and blankets and hugs and shit.

(Idk if this is what  you wanted, but I really wanted to write old aokaga. Hopefully you feel better soon!)

Kagami felt his right knee begin to ache as he sat on the cushioned bench. He could feel the slight chill seeping into his bones and he knew he was going to need a couple minutes to fully stand straight. He had no plans to move though. He was happy sitting on his porch watching the kids across the street as they played a rough version of 3v3. He smiled as one of the kids missed a shot, the ball bouncing off the rim. The kid was loud and flashy, reminding him of himself. Or maybe more of someone else. His smile grew even more at the thought.

The blanket around his shoulders was a surprise, but the body settling next to his wasn’t.

“You’re gonna be sore.”

Kagami shrugged, “I like watching them play.”

Aomine didn’t say anything, though Kagami knew he was watching the kids as well. The silence went on peacefully, Kagami resting his hand on Aomine’s thigh as an arm was draped over his shoulders.

“You miss it too?”

Kagami sighed and leaned his head on his husband’s shoulder, “Yeah.”

They both stayed on the porch long past the street lights coming on, long past the kids running home. Finally Aomine stood, his joints popping as he did. Kagami looked up at him. They were both old now, wrinkles set in their faces, their hair thinner, their bodies less taunt, but he never got tired of looking at Aomine. His husband had aged beautifully, his face still perfect, his body still strong.  

“You gonna just stare all day or you gonna come inside?”

Kagami laughed at the signature cocky grin on Aomine’s lips, “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”

It took only a minute for Kagami to realize his body had stiffened up and there was no way he was going to be able to stand. It took Aomine less time to realize, his husband already bending down to wrap his arms under Kagami’s legs.

“I told you so.”

Kagami held onto Aomine’s shoulders as he was hauled up into his husband’s arms, “Shut up Aho.”

Aomine simply grinned and kissed Kagami’s cheek as he carried him inside.

So I was builidng in The Sims and I came across a good idea that I wanted to share with you all. I’m not sure if it’s been done before, I haven’t seen any posts on it, so here I go!

Are you ever building and you reach an area like this, and think, well what am I going to put there? I asked this very same question and thought how nice  it would be for there to be a little bench with cushions to put there. And then I thought, what if I make it myself? 

For this, you’ll need to use the cheat “bb.moveobjects” two cabinets of your choosing, and the cushions from Spa Day.

With moveobjects on, I was able to place the smallest cabinet option directly on the ground. Then, I grab a cushion, press the 9 key once, lifting it slightly, and place the cushion through the cabinet, like so. 

And voila! You now have a cushioned bench with the illusion of storage, perfect for under the window usage. :)

Oh, and it’s totally usable. Woo! 

Forbidden (harry styles au)

ahi hi hi, i know it’s been so long. sorry. i’m trying to enjoy my last few days of break before hell breaks loose. this is a smutty writing piece because it was that kind of mood and i haven’t posted any writing in a while so i apologize. hope you enjoy! xx M 

Originally posted by kissableandsexy

warning: contains mature content (mostly smut) 

“Mother, I will not get married to a man I hardly know!” Princess Y/N shouts at her mother with an angry and frustrated tone. 

“Y/N! You do not have a choice. We need our allies and if that means giving you away to another kingdom, then we shall do it.” The Queen speaks in a firm, condescending tone as she glares at her daughter with cold eyes.

Y/N feels the tears well up in her eyes, “But I do not even know who this man is. I haven’t even seen him and you’re already discussing a wedding date when I haven’t even met the man!”

The Queen lets out an exasperated sigh, sitting down next her daughter on the cushioned bench in the palace library. It was a place Y/N came whenever she was upset because no one ever came in here except her. 

“Look sweetheart,” she puts a hand on her shoulder as if she’s trying to comfort her but it doesn’t help at all. “We need an alliance and the Kingdom of Saphina want an alliance too. This is why we need to have a political marriage otherwise if there is a rebellion, we won’t have anyone to fight with us. We will lose our men.”

Y/N closes her eyes, clenching her dress in her hand tightly because she knows it’s a lie or at least, there’s some things that her mother is leaving out. Like how her selfish Father wants more land and giving away his daughter to a large and powerful kingdom such as Saphina will cause him to gain more power. Is her mother even aware of that? Of how selfish that is?

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Harrison Osterfield Imagine - Turbulence

request: heeey, fluff on the privet jet imagine with Haz? ur scared and get close to H and get sleepy, but u can hear Z, T and H talking about u and how H likes you but doens’t wanna risk ur friendship knowing ur don’t feel the same and Z is like “that girl loves u to, how she acts, tom’s right beside her and she not that close to him” and then T tels him about an conversation he had with you earlier whilst waiting in the gate about how he asked her about him cuz he also noticed them being all cute

a/n: harrison fluff is my fave !!!!!

word count: 843

masterlist: (x)

Originally posted by spideysosterfield

Gripping tightly onto the armrests, your knuckles were turning white as the jet hit some turbulence. You’d always hated flying, something which had made your friends question why you took the job as Zendaya’s personal assistant since she flew so much. The comfort of the private jet made you a little bit more at ease, but you still felt your heart rate sky-rocket at every bump and jolt of the plane.

“Hey,” Harrison caught your attention from the cushioned bench he was sat on, noticing your deep breathing, a calming technique you’d read up on online. “You alright?” He tilted his head to catch your eye line. You nodded quickly.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just hate flying when it gets bumpy.” He moved over on the bench, leaving a space for you and motioned for you to sit beside him. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself out of your seat, your legs wobbling as you took a few steps to the bench. Sitting down heavily, you felt more relaxed with Harrison sat next to you. You let out a yawn. Tom returned from the bathroom and sat on the other side of you, and you heard Zendaya stir from her nap on the chair opposite. You shut your eyes, leaning your head on Harrison’s shoulder.

“Is she alright?” Zendaya asked. You felt Harrison nod his head. They must have thought you’d fallen asleep, but you heard everything they said about you.
“Look at you,” Tom teased. “You’re fucking loving her lying on you like that.”
Harrison chuckled softly. “Maybe I am,” he said. You nuzzled your head into Harrison, cuddling into him further, attempting to make your fake slumber more realistic.
“Haz you are in so deep. Look how smitten you are. He can’t wipe that shit eating grin off of his face.”
“When are you gonna ask her out?” Zendaya asked. Harrison tensed underneath you.
“No, no, no. No way. Z, she can’t know. Please don’t tell her,” he begged.
“Alright, alright.”
“I don’t want to ruin anything,” he said quietly. “She’s my best friend.”
“Hey!” Tom said, a little upset.
One of my best friends,” Harrison corrected himself.

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Leaving is Hard to Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: drinkin’ while you’re in love with jim but are too scared to tell him lest it destroy your friendship. 

Word count: 2,361

Warnings: language, alcohol

A/N: isn’t the title funny? it’s a play on “breaking up is hard to do” fjgkdjfhg i love myself. this is slightly sad but i love it for some reason. i think i just love jim so i keep writing him and literally no one else. ENJOY IT AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

You didn’t understand Jim’s flirting technique at all but, on the contrary, you greatly understood how he managed the success rate he did. You attributed it to the “love is blind” cliche— only edited.

“Lust is deaf,” you called it.

He would put his foot in his mouth repeatedly as he spoke to anyone he was attracted to— he would rattle off ridiculous inquiries you could recall being the audience to during your years at the Academy.

Of course, those questions came from eighteen year-old boys with inexplicably high confidence levels that verged on total narcissism and inexplicably low sensitivity levels that verged on sociopathy.

In Jim’s case, however, the questions would be asked with such little interest it was as if he was reading the same tired script printed onto the walls of his scotch glass.

It didn’t matter what Jim said, though. After all, who could resist his unbelievably electric blue eyes and unnecessarily bright smile that appeared to be illuminated by starlight?

He stood with his side leant against the edge of the bar counter, his elbow resting atop the presumably sticky surface— it made you feel bad for his worn grey leather jacket that was probably bearing the brunt of the stickiness. His eyes were narrowed by the magnitude of his close-lipped smile. He brought the rim of his glass to his lips and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

You just snorted and sat back against the booth you occupied.

Your fingertip swirled patterns against the table as you heard the leather bench across from you squeak with newly added weight. Without looking up, you shook your head. “Not interested.”

“Neither am I, darlin’.”

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Say You Won’t Let Go (L.H.)

Originally posted by lashtons

A/N: I didn’t even realize that I had this as a request in my ask, but I was inspired by the song so I already started writing this. To the persont that asked me to write this with Calum, I’m sorry but I thought it’d be nice with Luke. Also, that’s a future reference to people that send me requests. If I have a good idea for the request, I’ll write it. If not, I leave them in my ask as references in case I suddenly get inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this x

Masterlist || Ask



“It’s just one night out, Y/N. C'mon, we all deserve it…you deserve it,” my friend, Katie, tried persuading me. 

I shook my head from where I was lounging on the couch of our shared apartment. “No, it’s okay. I’m content with staying here. You guys go out and have fun.”

Katie wasn’t having any of it. “Nope. I refuse to allow you to spend your first day of semester break sitting on a couch watching Netflix. You’re coming out with us tonight and we’re gonna get you pissed drunk.”

I sighed. I didn’t want to get pissed drunk and be incredibly hungover tomorrow morning. 

Katie saw my expression and toned down a bit. “Please? You always turn down parties and outings with us since you had to study, but now it’s sem break! You deserve a night out.”

I groaned as she gave me a pout. “Fine, but only this one time.”

She jumped up and cheered. “Yes! Now, go get ready! We have to leave soon.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 19

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 6.2k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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Auston Matthews - Reunited

After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

Same Dark Places

There was this song that I heard today called Same Dark Places by JR JR that sounded like it could be a Bughead song to me and I just had to write a fic about it. Here are a few of the lyrics. Enjoy! 

(Apparently this song was on 13 Reasons Why and I didn’t realize it until after I wrote this so that’s cool!) 

I know everybody goes to the same dark places

Sometimes in the dead of night when you think that you can’t make it

You might find I left a light beside the bed for you

Cause I’ve been there too


Jughead crawled through Betty’s window, sliding onto the cushioned bench below the windowsill and stepping into the pitch-black bedroom.

“What’s going on? I just got your text,” Jughead whispered, taking a step closer to her bed to find Betty curled up in a ball, wrapped in a blanket with her blonde hair brushed off to the side of her pillow.

“I can’t sleep,” she muttered into her pillow, her voice slightly muffled from the fabric. 

“I can see that,” Jughead pointed out, taking a seat at the edge of her bed and resting a hand on her hip. “Something on your mind?” 

“It’s just - everything,” Betty sighed, unable to say anything more. She had so many thoughts rolling around her mind that she didn’t know how to sort through them to find one coherent enough for anyone to comprehend. 

“Come on, Bets, you can talk to me,” Jughead prompted, his hand sliding up her arm to smooth down the hair sprawled across the pillow. 

Betty rolled onto her back, glancing up at the ceiling to focus on the dark shadows spread along the white surface. 

“Sometimes I lay awake at night and I can’t stop thinking about all that’s happened with Jason and Polly and my parents and Chuck and it gets to the point where I get so angry that I can’t breathe anymore. It’s like there’s this black shroud covering every part of me that’s so suffocating that I can’t - I can’t-”

Betty’s hands moved up to cover her face as the tears began to form in her eyes, leaving her unable to finish her sentence. 

“Hey, shhhh,” Jughead soothed, pulling her hands away from her face and tilting her chin towards him so that she would meet his gaze. “That dark place you’re talking about? You’re looking at a frequent flyer. In fact, I’m probably a VIP at this point. I’ve been there too many times to count.”

“How do you save yourself from drowning in it?” Betty asked in a small voice. “I search and I search for any sign of light but I can’t tell which way is up sometimes.” 

“You think about the parts of yourself and your life that give you any shred of joy or hope and you imagine those parts bursting with color and sunbeams and you keep thinking about it until the shroud lifts, even if it’s just a little,” Jughead told her. “At least that’s what I used to do when I was little. Now it’s a little different.” 

“What do you do now?” Betty wanted to know, her expression softening as she let herself find comfort in Jughead’s words. 

“I think about the girl with golden hair and a beautiful smile who lives next door to my best friend,” Jughead admitted, leaning forward to brush his fingers lightly across her cheek. “She tends to light up my whole world even on the darkest days.” 

“Jughead Jones, I’ve never heard you say anything so cliche in my entire life,” Betty teased, her lips curling into a slight smile as she let herself feel at ease for the first time in what felt like days. 

“This girl’s worth it,” Jughead told her, returning her smile with a mischievous one of his own. “Don’t tell anyone though. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” Betty assured him, her smile beginning to fade as the darkness started to settle around her again. 

“And if none of those things work, there’s always this,” Jughead pulled out a round touch-light from his back pocket, holding it out for Betty to take as she sat up against the pillows on her bed. “I got this for you a few weeks ago when you first told me you were having trouble sleeping.”

“A night light?”

“I remembered the story you told me about the one your sister gave you when you were kids and how devastated you were when you lost it,” Jughead began, adjusting his position on the bed so that he was facing the wall above the nightstand. 

“Whenever you feel yourself drifting into your dark place, and you can’t find anything or anyone to pull you into the light I want you to hit the button beside your bed so that you know that you’re more than just the darkness you feel,” Jughead told her, removing the film from the back of the light and sticking it to the wall next to her bed. “You’re illuminated with so much love and life and beauty. And I want you to see that every time you turn on this light.” 

With one push of its round center, Jughead let the darkness be taken over by the light that he had given her with a soft, dim glow that completely changed the atmosphere of her room. 

“Juggie,” Betty breathed, smiling up at him as she took in the newly-illuminated version of her room that made her feel safe and happy for the first time in a long time. 

“Promise you’ll use it?” Jughead asked, taking her hand in his and raising a curious eyebrow in her direction. 

“I promise,” Betty assured him. “Thank you.” 

“That’s what I’m here for, Bets,” Jughead reminded her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning back to meet her eyes. 

“But whenever I do turn it on, I won’t be thinking of me,” Betty admitted, reaching up to place a hand on the smooth skin of his cheek. “I’ll be thinking of the boy who cared enough to give this to me. He’s the one who brought the light into my life.” 

Betty scooted forward on the bed to lean in so close that her nose grazed gently against his. 

“I’ll never forget that.” 

With that, Betty met his lips with a soft kiss, letting her heart and mind and soul be filled with the light that Jughead had given her just by being there. Even if the darkness wouldn’t be gone completely, she knew that every time she turned on that light, she wouldn’t be alone. 

We’ve Still Got Time

(ffn + ao3)

In the aftermath of Paris’ attack, Rosaline and Benvolio share a moment of calm as they await their next move. Post-canon picking up right where the finale left off.

Since mostly everyone is (thankfully) writing their own continuations to the story, I thought I’d add to the bunch with a brief headcanon for what happens next.

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Can you do minseok and 'the fuck. Who are you?' Please

“the fuck. who are you?”// Kim Minseok// Word Count: 942

Your head was absolutely pounding, and you knew from the bitter taste in your mouth that you’d been drinking Jack Daniels, along with vodka shots. Was it last night? Or was that too far back, considering it was still dark outside? Either way, you’d basically blacked out for a solid hour at your friend’s party, and upon waking, decided it was time to walk home. 
At 3am. 
In the rain. 
In the middle of a city. 
Well done you. Genius move. 
And it was proving a lot more difficult than you cared to admit - your feet were screaming from the dumb high shoes you’d chosen to wear, your hair was stuck to your face, and you were pretty sure that some guy had been following you for three blocks. Your drunk brain, however, was saying, ‘This is fine!!’ and so you simply kept walking, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on the wall occasionally. 

Three more blocks however, and even your drunk brain was concerned about the man following you, and you made the executive decision to turn a sharp right directly into a cafe that was now closed, but had decided to leave their doors unlocked for some unknown reason. You shut the door behind you, now faced with a dark cafe, chairs stacked and on top of the tables, other than the three small booths on the left side. It was one of those hipster, small business owned cafes, you could tell - there were plants everywhere, and you were pretty sure that was a huge, fat, ginger cat lying on the counter. You ignored all that, though, making a beeline for one of the booths and lying down across the cushioned bench, sighing in contentment. 
It was quiet, it was cosy, and now, you weren’t being followed. Awesome. 

That peace and tranquility lasted for about a minute before the lights switched on, and a man in a baggy t-shirt, pajama bottoms and socks stood at the staff door, eyes wide and staring at you. 
“Why’d you do that?” You moaned, turning over and burying your face into the seat, completely ignoring the freaked-out look in his soft eyes. 
“I - what - the fuck.” You looked back at him with one eye open. “Who are you? What are you doing in my cafe at like, 4 in the morning? How did you get in-?” You sat up groggily, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. 
“I’m (Y/N), if you must know, and I’m very drunk, and there was a guy following me, so I came in here to get away from him.” You explained, as if it was obvious, “Who are you?” The man in his pyjamas dithered for a few seconds before sliding into the booth opposite you. 
“Minseok. How did you get in?” 
“Door was unlocked.” You shrugged, and he groaned loudly. 
“Fucking Jongdae with his forgetting to lock the damn door…” He wiped his hands over his face and then looked back at you, who was cocking your head at his complaint. 
“Who’s Jongdae?” 
“My partner.” 
“You’re gay?” You tutted, “Ah, there goes my chance of meeting a nice guy tonight who runs a business.” His eyes widened once more and he backtracked. 
No, no no no, Jongdae’s my business partner - I’m not gay.” 
“Oh good. Let’s get married so I can have a successful husband, then.” You sighed, leaning your head back and closing you eyes. You missed the incredulous grin on his face at your suggestion, the arms that folded at your ridiculous state. 
“I’m a bit busy for a wedding, and you’re a little drunk.” He reasoned, “Propose to me again in the morning when you’re sober and we’ll see how it goes.” 
“Mmm,” You agreed, but you were already nodding off to sleep, slumping sideways down against the wall of the booth. 

Minseok wasn’t dumb enough to let some random girl up into his shared apartment with Jongdae above the cafe, so he instead brought you down a pillow and a blanket, gently moving you to lie in a more comfortable position on the bench of the booth, before locking the door and flipping off the lights.

It was only when you woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of…a cafe?…that you shot up into a sitting position, looking around wildly. You were still covered with a blanket, in this cafe, and memories of stumbling in here in the dark were flooding back to you - but this time, there were customers queueing up for the drinks and breakfast foods, occupying the tables and slouchy chairs, a dark-haired barista doing most of the work up front. Your entire face filled with heat as you realised the level of utter cringe you had achieved - you were hungover, sleeping in a cafe while actual patrons were going along doing their morning business around you. How were you ever going to live this down? 

You weren’t, apparently, because a man slid into the booth directly across from you with two coffees and two scones, sliding one of each over to you. You could hardly look at Minseok as you remembered your conversation from the early hours. 
“Still want to marry me?” He asked, through a mouthful of scone, and you shrank back into your seat. 
“If I say no, you’re going to be pleased, right?” 
“I’m not really up for marriage right now, but I think a good old fashioned friendship might suffice,” He nodded towards your coffee. “Drink up, buttercup, when we’re best buds, you’re never going to live this down.”

allez-argeiphontes  asked:

My eyes lit up when you mentioned Quaker post-WS Bucky... any headcanons you feel like sharing? I'm from a Quaker background and I feel it influences so much of my (and my family's) thinking but it's hard to articulate because the past two generations have been non-religious and haven't framed it that way. But their tolerance and non-violence definitely feels Quaker to the core. It's ok if you don't feel like sharing, I just don't come across many Quaker-identified ppl and you've made me think..

oh my god. So this is the ask of my dreams and I’m gonna get WAY in depth here because I have a lot of feelings.

first and foremost, I have to rec from winter, a boundless spring by @notcaycepollard because it features quaker!Bucky who is soft and gorgeous (just like the fic). Also, Vanessa is a member of Quaker Club along with me and @yawpkatsi and now you if you want to be!! Join us, we are small in numbers and (thanks to me and lisa) high in kinks. 

Second, I’m used to people not knowing what being a Quaker is all about, so I’m going to just provide a teeny bit of info. The Quaker religion, like many religions, is different everywhere you go. I grew up in the old, Philadelphian Quaker church. Rumor has it that the Californian Quakers even have guns. Quakers believe in non-violence and passivity to the point where it can actually be harmful. My mother used to tell me to ‘turn the other cheek’. I am just recently unlearning that but I still to this day have a problem watching/ being exposed to lots of violence (the marvel movies are about as hardcore as I can get). Quakers also never posses or own weapons of any kind, even child’s toys. As a child I was not allowed to even play with a water gun. 

So let’s bring post-WS Bucky into this. 

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Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat

Summary: (Soulmate AU) A year after the death of his parents, Dan finds that the only reason he’s able to get up in the mornings is because of the ring on his finger - the one that beats to the rhythm of his soulmate’s heart. Soon enough, Dan finds another reason to wake up in the mornings. And he supposes that’s due to a kind stranger who keeps invading his thoughts.

A/N: I think it’s been a month since I last uploaded a fic, so here’s a soulmate au for ya! Hopefully it’s not as garbage as my last one. Enjoy! :)

Warnings: alcohol use/mention, thoughts and mentions of suicide, slight depression, it has a happy ending i swear

Word Count: 9,189

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Dan was tired.

As he sat upon the roof to the carpark, downing his last bottle of beer, he just wanted it to all be over. To let his eyes slip closed, the darkness welcoming him with open arms.

He took the final swig, and chucked the glass bottle forward, listening to his crash into the earth with a shattering noise.

“That could be my bones,” he muttered to himself, letting the tears stream silently from his eyes. They were cold against his cheeks, almost freezing as they reached his chin and dripped off.

Yes, Dan was tired. But he would never slip too far. No matter how many times he begged God, no matter how many times he looked up at the night sky, and wished to be among the stars. Because deep down, there was someone who would be sad to see him go. Even if they didn’t know him.

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Keep it Secret

Originally posted by marvel-flower

This fic is super late. I am really sorry about that but I have had real trouble with writer’s block but I am back at it again.

This fic is for @subjectx17 

I had a little help from @fearlessmisspaige with how to end it. So thank you dear.

I hope you like it.


When you see her, your heart flutters. When she touches your hand, you forget to breathe.

This is Diana. This is your girlfriend. This is your secret.

In the comfort of your apartment. You can be as close as you want. You can cuddle all the time, exchange lazy kisses, play with her hair but outside you have to keep your distance.

Diana wants to keep the relationship a secret from the team. She isn’t ready to be out to the team and you are perfectly fine with that. No matter how much you wanted to shout it from the rooftops that you have her as a girlfriend.


If you ever needed Diana. Now was the time. Work had been terrible and full of disrespectful and rude people. Why had you agreed to go to the party at Justice League headquarters. All you wanted was to curl up with your girlfriend and go to sleep.

Diana said she would meet you at the party and that she will be wearing red.

You drag your feet on the way out of the shower. You may be clean now but that doesn’t stop the awful voices in your head.

Once your hair is dried, you style it into an elegant do. You fore go the make up for the dress. It was a fresh lilac colour, that reached your knees. Now zipped in your dress you tackle your makeup.

Fresh faced with hints of colour, you grab your heels and keys then head out the door.

Diana sent a car for you and by the time you got downstairs, it was waiting for you.

You greet the driver with a fake smile and get in the car. The drive took an hour. It was a shame that you lived so far away from Diana.

On the way over you thought about her. Wondering what dress she would be wearing. Imaging that wonderful smile that is bound to greet you. You sent a quick text telling her you were close and could she meet you outside. She replied with ‘Sure, see you soon sweet pea xx’. You smile at this.

The car pulls up in front of the headquarter 10 minutes later. The driver opens your door and helps you out. You thank him then walk to the door where Diana was waiting for you.

You smile your first genuine smile of the day. You wanted nothing more than to run into her arms but you reign it in and walk carefully over the gravel path up to her.

“(y/n) you look beautiful.” She takes your hands in hers and admires your look. “Shall we?” She motions with her head to go inside. You nod and she lets go of your hands.

She guides you into the swell of the party. The music is louder than you anticipated, that must be Barry’s idea, you see the other justice league members dotted around the room. Diana leans in close and tells you she is going to get some drinks and that you should mingle.


You hated this part.

Looking around you see Arthur being surrounded by bimbos wanting to get moment alone with him. Barry was trying to impress a girl with his out of date moves. Bruce was behind the bar mixing cocktails for his plus one.

That was fine by you as you spotted the one man you could really talk to and that was Victor. He was sat in the corner sipping a Tom Collins.

On your approach, he looks up and smiles at you. He scoots to the left so there is room for you to sit on the couch, you sit down.

“You look amazing (y/n). Has Diana gone to get drinks?”

“Yeah, she said mingle but that means putting on a fake smile and talking to people I don’t know. I would much rather talk to people I know. Like you.”

“I feel honoured you are gracing me with your presence, are you okay? You look like you are about to cry.”

Fuck were you that transparent.

“I just had a hard day at work and all I wanted to do was curl up with my girlfriend.”

“Diana wouldn’t want you to mope about at home that is probably why she made you come.”

“Wait you know about us?”

“Yeah I mean is it meant to be a secret. Diana has been coming to me for advice for the past 3 months.”

“That cow. She told me that she wanted our relationship to be a secret, here she comes now all smiles.”

Diana was indeed walking over to you with two glasses of red wine in her hands. Her smile faltered when she saw your grimace. You and Victor move up on the l shaped couch so there was room for her to sit down.

“Is everything okay?” She hands you a glass of wine.

“I don’t know you tell me?”

“Tell you? Tell you what?”

“Why does Victor know about us?”

Diana went pale. Then glared at Victor.

“You told her?!”

You butt in.

“I think you mean I am sorry (y/n) but I told someone about us.”

“I can explain.”

“No save it. I need some air.”

You place the wine on the table and storm outside. Leaving Diana in shock and Victor feeling rather uncomfortable.

“Diana why did you tell me about her?” Victor put his drink down and scooted closer to her so that their conversation wasn’t so easily overheard. “You could have just used a fake name when talking about her.”

“I don’t know. I just really care about her and It just slipped out I guess.”

“Damn. You have fallen hard.”

“What do you mean I haven’t fallen over.”

“No, I mean you have fallen in love. Sure, it was fast but I can see by the way you talked to me about her that you love her. So, go find her and tell her before she goes.”

Diana swallows the whole glass of wine then stands up. She looks around the room to see which is the best way to go to find you. Turning back to Victor she smiles.

“I am going to do it. I am going to tell her I love her.”

“Good luck.” He says as she walks away through the crowd.


When you stormed away from Diana, you didn’t know where you were going. You just knew you needed air.

You walked through the complex only to find locked doors. You needed to get outside. After trying a few more doors, you find an open one.

Sighing in relief you open it and walk out into a wide garden.

It was beautiful.

There was a fountain in the centre with a gazebo to the far right of the garden. You walk over to the warmth of the fire in the middle of the gazebo.

You were in such a rush to get to the party, you forgot to bring a coat.

The warmth from the fire was much welcome. You sit down on the cushioned bench and warm your hands.

When you were sufficiently warmed up, you sit back on the bench and everything from your day comes flooding into your head again. The horrible people from work, the rude people on the train and lastly finding out that Diana told someone about your relationship. That was the worst of all.

After all the fuss she made about keeping it secret. She wanted it that way to keep you safe. That was her exact words. Apparently, she was allowed to tell people but you weren’t. What gave her the right?

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the door to the garden open and close.


It was Diana. Of course she would find you. She always does.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you. I need to tell you something.”

Diana walks over to you and sits down on the bench next to the one you are sat on. She knows you need your space right now and she doesn’t want to crowd you.

“Is it to tell me you are sorry?”

“I am sorry (y/n) but that is not what I want to tell you.”

“Go on then.”

She closes her eyes and sighs. Could she do this? She kind of has to now.

Diana opens her eyes and looks at you.

“(y/n) I know we haven’t been dating long. 3 months to be exact.” She could see that she was losing your interest. “What I am trying to say that in this time. I have grown to know you over this time and I know I said I wanted to keep our relationship a secret but there is something about you that makes me want to tell every stranger I meet about you. I am proud to have you as girlfriend but I wasn’t ready to go public yet. That was until I needed advice. I considered my options of people I could talk to and Victor was the only one I could really trust.”

“I can imagine Barry having a field day with this information.” A small smile ghosts your lip. No you were mad but part of you just wanted to hug her. You let her finish.

“I went to Victor because I knew he wouldn’t talk to other people about what we said. He helped me sort through my feelings and we just had a little talk and he told me something very interesting and he is right.”

“What did he say?”

“That I was in love. I’m in love with you (y/n) and I know that you might need time to say it back but that is okay too. I love you and I am ready to tell people now. That is if you want to?”

You stand up on walk over to her. She moves up the bench to give you space to sit down, which you do. You take her hands in yours.

“Diana, you know I have had the most terrible day ever today. I came to this party for you. I came because I wanted to see you. Only to find out that you told someone about us when your strictly told me not to tell anyone. I was hurt but part of me sort of understands. So I forgive you.”

“Thank you (y/n).”

“Hang on I am not finished yet. I forgive you and to find out that you love me has just made my night. I think I need a little more time before I can say it back. As I have rushed into saying I love you before and I just got hurt. So give me time. As for coming out and telling people I am all for it.”

Diana pulls you into a warm hug.

“I understand that you need time and I am willing to wait for you. That is just how special you are to me so I will wait and continue to love you.” She pulls back to smile at you. “Do you want to stay out here a bit longer?”

You nod and curl up into her side. Diana wraps a blanket, from the back of the bench around you both. It was just the right size for the both of you. She turns her head to kiss your temple then settles down for a moment of peace.


Hours pass and somewhere during that time you had fallen asleep. The party had ended and the team had come looking for you. Barry had said you must have gone home and Diana went to her room but Victor knew better. It wasn’t his place to say anything but when the team came upon your sleeping form huddled close to Diana. He couldn’t help but smile.

Like it or not people knew about you from the protective way Diana was holding you. Like you meant the world to her. She raised a finger to her lips and signalled them to be quiet and not wake you.

Barry gave you the thumbs up, Arthur grinned, Bruce nodded and Victor smiled. He was happy for Diana. Happy she found her one.


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Court Me With Cake

@idontgettechnology requested birthday fic, and this happened…

Court Me With Cake


July 4th, 2014

The balcony is crowded with people waiting for fireworks, and Steve is just about over it. He would have snuck away from the party hours ago but Tony has fallen for the myth that Steve Rogers was born on the 4th of July, and he doesn’t really want to disappoint his friend. Even if what he really wants is to be out there with Sam, looking for Bucky.

He’s spent the last couple of hours making small talk and idle conversation with people he doesn’t know, and who don’t really care about him - Steve Rogers. They only care about Captain America. His face aches with the effort of smiling politely while trying to redirect or avoid, invasive, personal questions.

He pushes his way through the tightly packed crowd, heading for the corner with the cushioned bench seat - most people are at the edge, wanting the best view of the light show - and sits down. All he wants is a few minutes of peace and quiet to fortify himself until he can leave without causing offense.

He’s just starting to relax a bit when someone sits down beside him and says hello.

He turns to see a woman about his own (physical) age, with long dark hair, bright blue eyes, red lips that smile invitingly, and a figure that reminds him of a time he doesn’t miss quite so much anymore.

“Ma’am,” he acknowledges, then turns back to the crowd, hoping that she’ll take the hint and leave him alone.

She doesn’t.

“I hear birthday greetings are in order,” she says. “Happy Birthday, Captain.”

“Thank you,” he says politely, wondering if he’s going to need to find a new spot to sit.

“So, when’s your real birthday?” she asks, taking a mouthful of the drink she’s holding and peering around the balcony with interest.


She looks back at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she does so. “You’re not acting like someone who’s having a birthday. You’re not even acting like someone who’s having a birthday at a party they didn’t want. So, I’m forced to conclude it’s not your real birthday.”

He blinks at her a couple of times. “Maybe I’m just preoccupied.”

“Hmm, I did consider that, but I also noticed that your new buddy isn’t here - and I’ve heard that you’re pretty tight. If it was my birthday, I’d definitely have a best friend here to keep me company, especially if it was a party that I didn’t really want to be at, but felt obligated to attend.”

He shifts on the seat, turning to face her properly. She’s got his interest, which is a lot more than anyone else has managed this evening.

“That’s a lot of assumptions, Miss…”

“I’m Darcy Lewis,” she says, holding out her hand, and it seems that she half expects him to know who she is.

He takes her hand briefly. “Steve Rogers,” he replies, even though she obviously knows exactly who he is. “But you’re right - it’s not my real birthday today.”

“I didn’t think so.” She gives him a gentle poke on the arm, and then grins a wide, self satisfied smile. “So - are you allowed to tell people when it is, or is it a state secret now?”

“Um, actually it’s never really come up,” he admits. “Most people just believe the propaganda, and don’t even stop to think that it might not be true.”

Miss Lewis nods slowly. “Well, I suppose that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Steve frowns. “How do you figure that out?” he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

“Well,” she starts, holding up a finger that has a bright blue painted nail, with a red star in the middle. “Firstly, you get free fireworks, every year. Secondly,” another finger goes up, and this one is painted red, with a silver star, “people will always be willing to throw you a party, because - and let’s be real here, Steve - they’re gonna be having one anyway, so it’s no big deal to make it your birthday party, and thirdly,” another finger gets lifted, (painted silver, with a blue star), “you get peace, quiet, and privacy on your real birthday. Whenever it is.”

She finishes with a triumphant flourish of her now-empty glass, and grins at him, adding a wink as well, for good measure. He’s surprised when he realises he’s smiling back at her, and enjoying himself for the first time the entire evening.

“You know, I hadn’t really thought about it like that,” he says.

Miss Lewis shakes her head. “Most people would be thrilled to get two birthdays every year,” she says, leaning towards him as if she’s imparting world secrets. “And really, it could be a lot worse than the 4th of July.”

This hasn’t occurred to him. “Really? Like what?”

“Christmas,” she says decisively. “Having a birthday on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, or the day after Christmas, is the literal worst.”

“Is that your birthday?” Steve asks, nervously relaxing into a conversation that isn’t about him, for once. “It sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

“No, no, no.” She shakes her head vigorously. “Not me. Mine’s in April, which is only bad on the years when it falls too close to Easter. No, my Nanna was Christmas Eve, my brother is Christmas Day, and my best friend in grade school was the day after.” She shakes her head, then drains her glass. “Not good, Steve, not good at all.”

“That does sound…” he wonders what the right word would be.

“Expensive, Steve! Very expensive.”


Their conversation is interrupted as the first of the fireworks explode overhead.

“Here we go!” Miss Lewis exclaims, bumping her shoulder excitedly into his.

Avengers Towers affords an excellent view of the spectacular display, and Steve finds himself just as mesmerised as everyone else. Pyrotechnics have come a long way since 1945.

The show lasts about half an hour, and he finds that he’s enjoying it more than he expected when he first sat down. Early on, he sneaks a peek at the woman next to him - her face is bathed in colour from the explosions, and there’s a look of pure joy on her face. He turns back to the show, his own smile feeling much more natural than at any other time during the evening.

As the last of the fireworks fade away, the lights come back up on the balcony and the ambient background noise rises as people resume their conversations.

He turns to ask Miss Lewis what her plans for the rest of the party - and maybe the weekend - are, but she’s gone.

The feeling of disappointment surprises him as he looks around, trying to spot her in the rapidly thinning crowd. He wanders around for a little while, but there’s no sign of her, and eventually he leaves.

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Malec Parenting: Max Gets a Cold

Based loosely off what happens in Alxsteele’s Through the Looking Glass series when Magnus gets a cold (Part 11). (But like with baby Max, you get the idea).

Magnus had told Alec that this always happens every ten years or so, his little click of warlock friends get together for one week, just them, no spouses or significant others, and catch up on what’s been happening. And Alec was happy to get to spend some quality time with Max (who was now one and a half by Magnus’ reckoning).

Alec had asked for the week off Shadowhunting because he would be the only one to look after Max. Maryse had tried to object and again some grandmother-grandson time, but in the end gave in to Alec’s persistence, on the condition that Alec bring Max to visit a couple times, so he could at least train.

It was while Max was with Maryse, and Alec was training with Jace, Clary, and Izzy that Max sneezed. Alec had warned Maryse that Max seemed to have gotten a bit grumpy with Magnus absent, but hadn’t thought anything was wrong. “Well don’t you have the cutest sneaze?” Maryse asked Max as he shook his little head with surprise at himself.

Max looked up at his grandmother and said, “No.”

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We Have Rules For A Reason [Chapter 3]

Originally posted by jordragon

Chapter 3 of We Have Rules For A Reason

Ch. 1  Ch. 2

Genre: AU/Smut

Warnings: Smut-ish, Teasing, Suggestive

“I’m sorry, did you say that Mark Tuan sent THIS car to pick me up?”

“Yes, miss Y/N. He was very insistent that you not keep him waiting very long so I suggest we get a move on”.

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