but I think it's because when i was narrowing it down to just 9 i just like all of the other ones better

anonymous asked:

mileven + 29 or 9 (or both) :)

9: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
29: “Come over here and make me.”
WC: 724

(this sounded so flirty ~ but how about instead we make it NOT) (time for a mileven fight!) 

They’re arguing, though El can’t quite remember why. All she knows is that her blood is boiling, her fists are clenched, and Mike is being the absolute worst.

Or maybe she’s being the worst. She’s still not quite sure who started the fight to begin with. They were walking back to his house from a night at the arcade (Mike had lost almost every game he’d played, miserably), when a couple terse comments were exchanged. The terse comments grew into brash declarations, and brash declarations turned into a full-on argument, right on the middle of the sidewalk.

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Prompt Set #1 for 8000 Followers

1.) “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to find my son!”

2.) “What do you think happened here?”
“Don’t ask me that question.”

3.) “Wheres the flamethrower?”

4.)“Trust me, I’m just as clueless as you are.”

5.) “You think you can just steal from me, boy?”

6.) “This shit just keep getting weirder.”
“Lets just keep going.”

7.) “What did I just say? One at a damn time.”

8.) “Why do I even try with you? Sometimes I just wish…”

9.) “Anybody home?”
“What’s the password?”

10.) “You don’t have many friends do you?”
“Never felt the need to make any.”

11.) “Who names their child after a number?”
“I think you’re missing the point here.”

12.) “We’re running low on time.”
“Time doesn’t exist.”

13.) You live in a Utopian society, but the problems aren’t with the structure of the society, but at home. Perhaps your grandmother is dying of old age and she’s the last living relative that you know in your family. Maybe despite the peacefulness of life you wish for a thrill. Maybe you struggle with loneliness as your only friend is the robotic servent who practically raised you by itself. Maybe life is as good as it gets and the story is just about you enjoying the protection and peace that your life encompasses.

14.) “Man, I almost feel bad for ruining your life.”

15.) “Do whatever you want. This is the only life you’re going to get so you might as well live it the only way you can.“

16.) “It’s just as our parents taught us. We do what we can with what we have. And if we can’t do anything or if we don't​ have anything then we keep trying. That’s how this works.”

17.) “Stop questioning me and do what I say!”

18.) “This won’t end well.”
“Don’t jinx us.”

19.) “Put the fork down and we can all walk away from this peacefully.”

20.) “Your ignorance knows no bounds.”

21.) “I am five hundred years too old for this shit.”
“And yet you don’t look a day over two hundred.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.”

22.) “I trust only what I can see.”
“If so, then you are only limiting yourself to an extremely narrow view of life.”

23.) “Just be open. That is one of the many ways.”
“Can you tell me another way because I don’t understand what that means.”

24.) “So let me get this straight. We’re about to ask a princess to help us?”
“Technically she’s the Queen, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
“How are we about to do that smart guy?”
“She owes me a favor.”

25.) “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

26.) “Never trust a Shadow Elf.”
“What’s the difference between a Shadow Elf and a Dark Elf.”

27.) “You don’t really have a clear definition of who your dad really was. Let me explain.”

28.) “Everything is at random. Everything is random. Maybe that’s all we needed to know.”

29.) “Do you think we should trust her word for it? I really don’t want to go back to the estate bound and gagged simply because you gained a moment of conscious.”

30.) “Normally I’d agree, but I’ve seen what she can do. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

31.) “I can’t think of a better way for me to die than in your arms.”

32.) “You got me into this mess. You get me out.”

33.) “Trusting you seems to be a double edged sword and I have terrible luck.”

34.) “Remember what I did to your poor maid. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”

35.) “I made a gamble. Only time will tell if I made the right choice.”

36.) Write a store about two students. Person A appears to be the outgoing type but they’re really introverted and Person B is a mute, but one who chooses not to speak. The two meet by chance one day at Person A’s job.

37.) “Fuck that, I’m not giving you anymore money.”

38.) “Hey, did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“Why are you lying?”

39.) “You really should stop drinking soda.”
“You really need to stop telling me how to live my life.”

40.) “I understand your anger but that doesn’t mean you had to kick my car.”

41.) “Let me take a hit of that.”
“You sure? I thought you had a drug test later this week?”
“My mom just died, Matt. The last thing I’m thinking about is my job.”

42.) “Welcome to the Soul Plane.”
“Doesn’t look like much.”
“Thats because you don’t have much of a soul. Or maybe you just don’t believe.”

43.) “You saved me, Milord. I don't​ understand.”
“When I saw you. I saw the eyes of my grandfather. Those were eyes of pure kindness and compassion. You did not commit that crime.”

44.) You are the victim of a gruesome vampire prank which results of you being unaware of your new state. You work at night and sleep most of the day so the vampire is anticipating your demise. New Vamps can still eat regular food but it's​ no longer has the nutritional properties it used too. The longer newbies go without blood the more irritable and at worse cases, feral they become. One day your boss asks you to work someone else’s shift as they failed to show up to work. Needing the extra money you accept and leave just before sun rises. As you're​ walking home you decide to watch the sunrise, cue you bursting into flames for an agonizing period of time. Luckily someone, maybe another vampire or different monster, saves you by pulling you into an alley.

45.) “Here, can you hold her for me? Make sure not to wake her up. She gets really angry when someone other than me is holding her.”
“Then why did you give her to me?”

46.) “Trust me. I wanna quit too, but having to see her heart break because we couldn’t complete our job is not on my bucket list.”

47.) “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways of finding you.”

48.) “The moon isn’t what you think it is.”
“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had this conversation.”

49.) You are in the process of exploring a dirlect temple on the outskirts of your town. You used to explore here when you were younger​ but after years of mentally sketching the temple down in your mind you notice one day that in the basement there is a blood red mirror that wasn’t always there.

50.) One day while laying on the beach watching the sunset in the distance you see something too big to comprehend brushed across the surface of the water. You stand up in shock and look around to see if anyone else saw. Out of the few people who on the beach you spot a few others who look as though they saw what you saw.

Because people seemed interested in the self-indulgent now 25+ pages of 00Q whump I wrote today for no reason at all except to avoid my responsibilities… here is a sample. ngl inspired by @beginte‘s amazing fic Choice of Poison which is fantastic and something everyone should read

Full chapter now available on Ao3 here.

The day started as ordinary as Tuesdays in February tended to be: cold, wet, and a little dreary. Many people might have been tempted to sleep in, to avoid the morning chill and damp, but James Bond was not one of those people. He had just returned two days prior from an assignment in South America and the chilly temperature of London was just what he wanted after three weeks of blistering summer heat.

He managed to wake early enough to avoid the morning rush, not having to sit at too many lights on his way to Six. A good thing, too, because the car he had let was a new model Jaguar F-Type that didn’t deserve to idle at stop lights. It was a joy to be back on home soil after enduring inhospitable conditions in Paraguay, but even more so to drive the streets he had missed in a beautiful car with plates that told police to not bother pursuing him if he happened to be going too fast.

He pulled into the underground garage around half-past six, sliding the red sports car into a spot next to a rather plain Corsa with a banged up bumper. There weren’t many other cars in the lot due to the early hour.

Bond exited the car and locked it, shoving the fob into his pocket as he made for the northwest lift. The subterranean garage was new, acquired after some merger that Bond hadn’t given a care about when the memo had gone round. All he knew was that it was convenient to not have to find street parking.

Since Six had acquired the property, Bond had discovered quickly that he preferred the lift from the garage because not many people used it. Most everyone came in through the front door, as the Tube station was just a block or so away. That meant the entrance was always clogged with people, all the ordinary 9-5 personnel that had never seen a Double-Oh in their life (and probably never would). It wasn’t that Bond thought himself better than them, he just didn’t want to end up in those awkward conversations while waiting for the lift. Oh, you work in Finance? That’s interesting. I kill people for a living. Have a nice day. It never tended to go over well. And really, all Bond wanted was to get in and run the track for a few hours before the gym got too busy.

That was the boring thing about being in-between missions: not much to do but try to keep himself busy until the next assignment.

He rounded the corner and heard the ding of the doors opening.

There was just one person waiting and Bond thought maybe he’d just wait until they’d gone ahead, just so he could ride alone without forcing an awkward conversation. But then the person turned round as they entered the lift, tugging back their hood, and their eyes met.

It was Q, looking a little sleep-rumpled and damp from the rain, his keys in one hand, a thermos in the other. He wore that awful anorak–the one Bond swore he would one day put out of its misery–but as Bond came closer to the lifts, he saw that underneath, Q had dressed in a tasteful hunter green cardigan over a white button down. The top few buttons were undone, exposing his throat. It was strange to see him without a tie, but Bond rather liked the look on him, and had to fight to keep his eyes on Q’s face instead of that stretch of skin he’d never seen before.

Q held out his arm to keep the doors from closing, but Bond didn’t even bother picking up his pace, taking his time as he made his way closer. Oh, yes, he definitely liked the sleepy, not-yet-done-up button business Q had going on this morning. Bond wondered why he was just seeing it now after two years of working with the other man.

“Surprised to see you in so early,” Q said, once Bond was within earshot.

“You know me. Early bird gets the worm.”

“That is nothing at all like you, Bond,” Q said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as Bond entered the lift. “What did you do?”

“Didn’t know you drove,” Bond said, changing the subject in hopes that Q would be irked all day, wondering what he had done. The truth was that he had done nothing at all, but it was fun to tease Q into thinking he had done something troublesome.

“Another quip about my age? That they shouldn’t assign driver’s licenses to people under the age of thirteen?”

“You said it, not me. Corsa?”

The look Q gave him told Bond that he was right.

“Cute. Bit of a bump on the back end. Maybe you need a booster seat?”

Q rolled his eyes, and then held out his arm to keep the doors from closing again. Bond glanced out into the parking garage to see who he had stopped the lift for and saw a white man in a grey suit. He looked like an ordinary office-worker, but he wasn’t carrying a bag or briefcase and didn’t have a badge anywhere in sight. 

The hairs on the back of Bond’s neck stood up. 

“You know him?” Bond asked.

“Isn’t that whatshisname from Accounting?” Q asked, adjusting his glasses with a frown. “Hm, no…it’s not. I must need a new prescription…”

Bond moved himself in front of Q, blocking him from the stranger’s view.

“Everyone that has access to this level has to be vetted. I’m sure it’s fine–”

But Bond was already reaching for the Walther under his arm, just as the man raised something to his mouth. At first, Bond thought it was a cigarette, but then he realised it was longer, like a reed. Bond’s body knew what it was before his brain, allowing him to side-step the thin projectile that came whizzing by his left ear. Thinner than a sewing needle, it wedged right into the cushioned wall of the lift behind him.

“What the hell…?” Q began, just as the man lifted the blow dart gun to his mouth again.

Bond shoved Q to one side of the lift before diving for the control panel on his side, jamming the door closed button with this thumb, urging the doors shut and the lift down before the man could get closer. Any other time, Bond would have confronted the man, using the unauthorised weapon under his arm, but he couldn’t take the risk when MI6’s Quartermaster was with him. Who was to say there wasn’t an accomplice?

The doors closed with a too-cheerful ding! and Bond immediately turned to Q, assessing him for injury. He seemed fine, just a little rumpled from Bond’s rough shove. His keys and thermos were on the floor at their feet, the cup’s contents thankfully unspilled, but their placement a testament to how the event had shaken them both. Bond was just counting them both as exceedingly lucky, but then a queer look came to Q’s face, somewhere between concerned and shocked. At first, Bond thought it must have been the realisation of the encounter–an attempt on one or both of their lives or a kidnapping job gone wrong–but then he saw the needle-like dart in Q’s throat.

“Shit,” Bond said, and went to Q before his knees could give way.

“I’m okay…” Q said, as Bond eased him down onto the floor.

He was nothing but bird-like bones under his oversized coat, under Bond’s hands, his weight barely anything at all in the crook of Bond’s arm. All of this and the way his knees folded beneath him like paper and the rapidly-paling pallor to his skin, told Bond Q was anything but okay.

He was just about to say this–witty, smart, maybe even a bit sarcastic–when the lift shuddered to a halt somewhere between B2 and B3 and the lights went out.

No Regrets - Bellamy Blake

Request: Can you do one where you and Bell have been friends for forever and then u guys have a one night stand and agree to pretend it never happened but you realize you have feelings for him and you end up confessing them pleaseeee
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
A/N: This sounded pretty cool and its like 9:00pm where I am so I was like sure.
Warnings: Lol like you care tho. Kinda smut.

Originally posted by bellamyblake-imagine

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im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa​ for the title <3


Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

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His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 9

“i needed him right now even though i probably shouldn’t.”

Warning;talk of self harm and sexual content.

Hailey’s Pov

“So i’ll see you guys at mine later?” i said to Lauren and Sophie.

we were going to have a movie night something we haven’t done in a while and i know it will be fine cause its the weekend now.

they nodded and said bye and then they got into Sophies mum car, i didn’t feel like getting a lift home i just wanted to walk.

i was about to turn the corner when i heard Calums voice

i mean seriously doesn’t he have something better to do

“Wait up little virgin” he said as he caught up with me

this is going to end bad.

Lukes Pov

by the end of school i was ready to sleep.

i don’t know why i’m so tired,i haven’t gone to a party in days.

i kept thinking about Hailey and i kept imagining me fucking her in the storage room i dragged her in, i was surprised she let me finger her if i’m honest.

she is so innocent but she isn’t at the same time.

i can’t wait to go home to spend time with her..

what the hell am i saying?

this girl is driving me wild..

i walked out of class and straight out of school hoping to get out before Ashleigh caught up with me ,she has been really clingy but i think she can see something is up with me. i just hope she leaves me alone.

i walked out of school when i saw Calum talking to Hailey and she did not look happy at all.

i walked over getting annoyed, i don’t know what his problem with her is lately but he just loves to wind her up. Usually i wouldn’t care who Calum annoys but i do this time.

as i neared i heard Hailey talk

“you’re a walking STD Calum i wouldn’t go anywhere near you” she said

Calum tensed up.. this isn’t going to end well

“I’m surprised you know what that is considering you’re a virgin” he said back

i stood behind letting them argue but i know i will have to cut in soon

“ Well all we need to know is to look up your name and It is pretty much tells us what it is” Hailey said back

i almost laughed because it was a good comeback

“when i look up you’re name all that it says is teachers fucking pet” Calum said

i think this is when i should cut in before he says something he will regret..

he isn’t always like this and not to other people i don’t know what is going on with him lately.

Hailey’s Pov

Calum thinks i’m bothered by his little comment but i’m not.

i don’t care what he thinks of me, i looked behind him to see Luke standing there i didn’t know he was there

how long was he standing here for?

“C'mon Cal let’s go home” Luke said coming to stand beside him

Calum didn’t look to happy but i didn’t care

“did you hear what she calls us mate.. walking STD’s..fucking joke” Calum said

i narrowed my eyes at him and then Luke spoke

“Is that what you think of us?” he said

i knew he meant himself and i didn’t know what to say..

i don’t think it of him but i can’t say that not in front of Calum.

“it’s kind of hard not to” i said and when i said that Luke got angry

oh no.

i will have to tell him later i was lying.

“Calums right about you nothing but a fucking virgin who thinks she’s better than everyone else” Luke said

my eyes widened at his words

i was shocked, is that what he thinks of me?

do they call sit and talk about me like that..

i gave them both one last look before i spoke “I don’t think i’m better than everyone else you both need to take a good look at yourself..Assholes”

i walked away not caring what they were going to say next.

I walked the whole way home getting angrier and angrier by the minute.

i was glad it was only half 12 i knew my mum wasn’t going to be home until dinner time.

as soon as i got home i wanted to cry, locked the front door and then i ran upstairs and locked my window as well.

just in case Luke thinks he is going to come talk to me i am not speaking to him

ever again.

he can go fuck.

i picked up my book that i love but i set it right back down again, i can’t think right now.

i walked downstairs hoping maybe some tv will help next thing i heard a knock at the door.

i didn’t get up because i knew who it was and he was not getting in..

“ C'mon Hailey I know your there, open the door” Luke said

I wasn’t even going to give him the satisfaction in hearing my voice I just stood in the middle of my living room with my arms folded waiting for him to leave.

I thought he had gone but then I saw him pass the living room window.

He is probably going to my window which is locked ha good luck getting in dickhead.

I turned on the tv and went to the music channels so I could block him out.

I heard him bang at the door. Ha idiot.

I was still standing when I was about the change the channel because the music was crap when I heard a knock at the window.

Fuck that scared me.

I dropped the buttons and looked over to see Luke looking pissed standing at my window looking in at the living room.

I looked at them thinking if i should talk to him, I picked up the buttons and muted the tv.

“ Go away” I said I didn’t want to speak his name.

He banged the window and then said “ Open the door Hailey”

Was he for real? Like fuck I would

“ No” I simply said because it was a simple no

He banged the window again and said “Fuck” but I couldn’t care less.

I walked over to the window I think Luke had a smirk on his face but I didn’t want to look at him any longer than I had too.

I wasn’t going to open the window and let him in, that was the last thing I was doing.

Luke stood back probably waiting on me opening the window.

I walked over with a smug face and once i got to the window I smirked at him and he smirked at me.

In the back of my mind I wanted to kiss him, there was nothing more I wanted to do than to open the window and kiss him but I wanted to let him know I was angry at him, he can’t just talk to me like that especially after everything that has happened.

I told hold of the string of the blind and I looked at him with a smirk and then I waved at him, he looked confused and then the blind came down.

I laughed as loud as I could.

Luke banged the window and said “ Hailey stop this, let me in please”

I stopped laughing when I heard him say please.

He sounded guilty and it made my heart beat faster but I am angry with him.

i walked up to my room, i didn’t hear any noise or banging from downstairs so I think he gave up. I’m glad he did but then a part of me wanted him to not give up.

I know I’m meant to be angry with him but this has made me like him even more.

i took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around myself because i was going to take a shower when i felt someone touch my shoulder

“Ahhh” i screamed and then i turned around to see Luke smirking at me

“ You think your funny princess”

FUCK! How did he get in??

He scared the fuck out of me.

Luke let go of me and I turned around and hit him on the arm.

How dare he.

“ Don’t do that again, fuck how did you get in?”

I have never been so scared in my life.

Luke was looking me up and down with a smirk, I didnt know why until I realised I was naked and had only a towel around me.

I tightened it around me and said “ Get out” to him.

He looked back up to me still smirking and said “ Fuck you look fucking great, why don’t you drop the towel”

Could he be more of a pig right now.

“ I’m not going to ask you again, get out of my house” I was finding it hard to stay mad at him but I wasn’t going to let him win.

“ We need to talk about earlier” Luke said and then he walked over and sat down on my bed.

No we don’t. If he meant about what happened in the classroom, I never want to talk about that again.

“no we don’t, i don’t want to speak to you right now so leave me alone” i said to him meaning every word well sort of.

“i didn’t really mean what i said, you have to know that” he said

i didn’t want to listen to him anymore

“i’m sure you didn’t, just leave me alone Luke” i said and i heard the sadness in my voice so i’m sure Luke did too.

i felt him behind me and then he gripped my hips and then i was about to say something when he leaned down and whispered in my ear

“i don’t agree with Calum, i use to but not anymore”

i wanted to believe him i did but it’s Luke hemmings and i’m me.

Lukes Pov

“I don’t agree with Calum, i use to but not anymore” i whispered to her hoping she would believe me

i only said what i said because i didn’t want Calum getting the wrong idea.

i didn’t mean it.

Hailey didn’t say anything but i know she’s thinking, i can feel her body tense and then she pushed my hands away and turned to her wardrobe and dropped her towel.


she’s hot i could feel myself getting turned on and then i saw it.

Her scars.

why would someone like her want to hurt herself.

she quickly got out a hoodie and shorts and shoved them on but i saw them, is this why she always wears clothes to cover up.. to cover up her scars.

i wanted to cry, i wanted to hold her and to show her she is beautiful and she doesn’t need to cut.

then i remembered about my own scars, i wonder what she would think if she saw me.

no one needs to know about mine.

“You need to leave” Hailey said making me look back at her, i didn’t realise i was staring out the window

i walked over to her but i didn’t touch her and then i spoke

“I saw” i said but it came out as a whisper

i really wanted to just wrap my arms around her and hold her close but i didn’t know how to deal with this situation

i think if i did touch her she would murder me.

“Please just leave” she whispered and i heard her voice crack,i knew she was almost crying.

she turned around and i saw the tears in her eyes and i just pulled her close and kissed her, it was the only thing i could think of doing.

Haileys Pov

I didn’t want to move.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him and kissed me.

i kissed back because i love the feeling of his lips against mine and then i remembered i’m meant to be angry at him so i pulled away

“No Luke you can’t just kiss me after today,leave me alone” i said to him

he didn’t move like i thought he would part of me was happy about it.

I kissed back. I pulled him closer and deepend the kiss, I loved kissing him and then we both pulled away at the same time.

Luke leaned his forehead against mine and said “ Why?”

He couldn’t know why.. He didn’t need to know about that part of me. No one did.

I didn’t know how to answer that if I’m honest and I didn’t want to.

I let go of Luke and walked past him and sat on my bed

“ Hailey..” I heard Luke said, he stood in front of me but i didn’t look up.

i didn’t want to look at him, i didn’t want to see the pitty on his face and then he put his hands on my face to make me look at him.

“ You are beautiful, you shouldn’t need to cut please don’t do it again” Luke said

He doesn’t understand but he doesn’t need to.

I took his hands off me and said “i don’t need your pitty and I’m not beautiful, I’m a virgin remember someone you shouldn’t even be talking to”

My anger was back. He can’t just call me beautiful after everything today.

Since when does he care?

Luke put his hands back on my face and made me look at him.

“ You are more than a virgin to me,please stop cutting yourself..” Luke said and then he continued…

“ Wait is it because of my you do it?”

“ No” i whispered and it wasn’t.

i wasn’t going to let him know why i do it.

“Why do you do it?” Luke said

i looked at him, i could see his eyes were watering.. i didn’t need his pitty.

i took his hands of my face and said “ I told you i don’t need your pitty, you don’t need to know why i do anything, leave me alone, go home or go fuck someone just leave me alone”

i was getting more and more angry. i stood up and walked away over to my window.

i wish he would just leave so i could cry.

i felt Luke behind me,god why does he have to be here right now.

i felt his hands on me but i didn’t push them away and then he turned me around and pressed me up against the wall beside my window.

i was about to protest when i felt his lips against mine, he can’t keep kissing me thinking it helps even though it does.

i opened my mouth letting his tongue in and then i pulled him closer because i needed this.

i needed him right now even though i probably shouldn’t.

i was pressed up against the wall beside the window i was about to protest when Luke’s lips were pressed against mine.

everytime we kiss every bad thing just disappears.

Luke’s hand were exploring my body and my hands ended up in his hair, i was pulling on his hair because i knew he liked that,a moan escaped my lips and Luke moaned as well.

He broke away and looked at me and said “ i’m not pittying you, your right i don’t need to know why but i want you to stop i don’t know what i will do knowing your cutting yourself or if you died, you mean so much to me, please tell me you will stop. You are beautiful you don’t need to do this to yourself”

i was on the verge of crying right now. How could he care so much about me he never shows it.

i wanted to have sex with him.

i am fucked i know i am because i have fallen for him.

i looked into his eyes and i saw how sad he looked and it broke my heart.

i said something that i meant and i did because i didn’t want to see him this upset ever again.

he means so much to me,more than i will ever mean to him.

“ Ill stop” i said.

Luke kissed me again and my anger was gone.

Luke started pulling my hoodie up and then it came off.

I didn’t care, i unzipped his jacket and t-shirt and pushed it off his shoulders while still kissing him we had to break away when i took of his t-shirt but we soon re-attached our lips.

i started trying to unbutton his jeans but i couldn’t get it so Luke took over, he pushed his jeans down his skinny legs and then i saw the red marks.

they weren’t scars, they were fresh cuts.

i looked up at him and i knew he saw me see his legs i was about to asked him and then he kissed me hard.

i decided to leave it because we both need this right now but i will ask him later, it’s only fair.

Luke was palming my boobs over the material of the bra and then his arms went around my back and he unhooked my bra and he threw it over to the other side of the room.

we stopped kissing and we looked at each other catching our breathes.

well there was no going back now.

i wanted this.

i pulled down my shorts and took them off and pushed them aside.

I was now fully naked in front of Luke.

he looked me up and down and then he looked at me scars on my arms.

i turned my head because i couldn’t look at him when he looked at them but he turned my head back round to his and then he moved my arm and ran his hand over my scars.

what was he doing?

he leaned down and kissed my scars and looked up at me.

i was staring down at him wondering what he was doing..

“Beautiful..you are beautiful” he said.

i brought his face back up and kissed him

he made me so happy right now. No one has ever said that to me or kissed my scars but then no one knew about them.

“ I want to fuck you so bad” Luke said between kisses.

i wanted to agree with him, at the tip of my tongue i was ready to say “Do it” but i didn’t

“you have no idea how hot you are right now,if you were mine i would fuck you so slow at first and then so fast were you will see stars and you’ll be begging me to fuck you more and then i would kiss every inch of your body once you’ve cummed” Luke continued and then he started rubbing my vagina and i started moaning..

i really wanted to fuck him now, i want it just like he explained.

“Jump” Luke said

i did and i was glad Luke helped because i couldn’t feel my legs right now.

the butterflies in my stomach have taken over my whole body.

he started walking making me grip into his arms because he moved without me knowing and i thought i was going to fall and then i felt material rub against my vagina.. Luke was just in his boxers.

he was almost completely naked.

he layed me down on the bed while keeping his arms around me and then he got on top of me and kissed me hard.

my hands gripped his hair pulling i knew he liked when i done that and i was confirmed it when he started moaning in my mouth.. he started grinding against me and i could defiantly feel his hard on he had.

i wanted to do something about it but i don’t know what.

what do you ask?

we pulled away because we were running out of air and then i looked down at his hard on and then back up at him

he smirked at me and grinded against me and said

“See what you do to me princess..” he said

what came out of my mouth next was not what was in my head..

“Do you want me to help with that?” i said

his eyes widened at my words and so did mine.

fuck that’s not what i should have said, i felt like such a loser i looked away from him because i couldn’t bare to see his shocked face and then he said

“You want to give me a handjob?” he asked

i nodded my head not trusting my words right now

Luke smirked and said “ Have your ever given one before?”

i shook my head and i thought he was going to laugh at me but he didn’t, he kissed me.

i melted into the kiss and then he pulled away and said “ That’s so hot princess but you don’t need to”

i wanted to do this.

i could do this.

i smirked at him and then i turned us over something both me and Luke were both shocked at and he smirked at me and then i said

“but i want to, you’ve pleasured me enough it’s my turn but you will have to help me” i said honestly

he smirked and he was about to speak when i heard my front door open making me and Luke sit up straight on the bed then we heard

“ Haileyyyyy where are you?”

Me and Luke  looked at each other SHIT!!!

it’s Lauren and Sophie..

me and Luke are naked..

what am i going to do???

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His Maid, Offering: 1

Summary: I should warn you. Today’s chapter includes moments you may not want to read in mixed company. It could make for a bit of awkwardness in the drawing room. If this should happen, a coughing fit can be very effective. Really. I highly recommend it.


Next Time on Black Maid: “His Maid, Offering”
You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Sebastian x Demon!reader


Warnings: Smut, implied sex

Word Count: 3500

Originally posted by s-h-i-t-s-u-j-i

Your name: submit What is this?

Mey-Rin sighed and casted her head down. Bard turned and frowned.

“Hey, you alright?”

She turned around. “Oh, yeah. I just hope Y/N’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Finny sighed as he rested his head on the table. “We haven’t heard anything yet. She was injured when Sebastian carried her in. It was so nice of him to volunteer watching over her in his room.”

Bard scratched his neck. “Yeah, she was in pretty bad shape. But I’m sure Sebastian will make her feel better.”

You grunted as he slammed you up against the window, and your skin tore a bit from the broken glass because the only thing you had on was your ring.

Your nails scratched at his back, breaking the skin as a bit of blood came out.

When the door closed every pretense fell. The façade you showed the world melted away and all you wanted was to take in everything the other had. Every kiss had a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before you knew how it happened, you were naked and your skin was moving roughly together.

You felt his hand enter from below moving fast, your tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he was inside, changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body.

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ASTRO Rocky (Park Minhyuk)

Bias X Reader

Genre: Fluff

You called ASTRO’s manager as you approached the back entrance of his company building. Nervous at the amount of fans sprinkled near the entrance, you opted to go around back for privacy’s sake. There wasn’t much opposition or concern to your relationship after going public, much to your surprise. But you also knew the fan’s hearts and didn’t like to necessarily “rub it in their faces” so to speak. So you made sure to keep the meeting aspect of your relationship as private as possible, being a private person, Minhyuk was relieved you wanted to do the same, he easily obliged when you brought it up and his company was all the more lenient towards your relationship because of your mature stance for the sake of his career. Their personal manager answered the phone after a few short rings,
“Y/N? Where are you? There’s so many people out here.”
“Yes. I know. That’s why I’m at the back entrance. I thought it’d be better…”
“Ah, okay. Wait there. I’m coming around.”
You hung up after the manager and waited around near the back side of the building without loitering too close to alert security before you could have someone come vouch for your presence. You played on your phone for quite some time before you heard the glass doors opening and your name being cautiously called out. It was your boyfriend’s voice. Your head shot up and looked over to your left where Minhyuk’s smiling face was waving you inside. You quickly moved and entered the building. As soon as the door closed behind you, Minhyuk wrapped his arms around you from behind. You felt your insides jump at his embrace and he took a deep inhale as he said,
“Hi.” You giggled back. You then said good afternoon to the manager standing slightly off to the side and he greeted you back relieved and smiling,
“Now he,” The manager gestured to Minhyuk with a smile on his face, “can stop bothering me about where you are.”
You held a smile and turned your head to face Minhyuk.
“Is that true?” You playfully nudged him. He looked away shyly trying not to smile and released you from the hug as he raked a hand through his hair.
“Well, I was just…wondering where you were. You said you’d be here around 4…”
The manager began to lead you both back upstairs as you linked arms with your boyfriend in efforts to appeal to him to not be annoyed. Even though you knew he was just playing hard to get. As usual. He put his hands in his pockets with you still holding onto his arm.
“Sorry~ I ended up having to help my friend with her studies longer than I thought. It’s only 6 anyway. It’s still early.”
“Not early enough. You have to be home by 10.”
“Are you going to walk me today?” You looked over and up at him as he took his hand out of his pocket to lace fingers with you as you entered the elevator. He met your eyes briefly before straightening his gaze back in front of him towards the closing doors. Lowering his voice he whispered,
“We’ll see.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled. You had to figure out how to sneak out the manager’s sight in order for it to happen, but he’d managed to do so many times before with help from the members.
“We’ll see then.” You responded.

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Mystery Girl (Tae X Reader)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Warning: slight cussing, sadness man, sickness, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of death, knock off the fault in our stars, but not at all

Summary: Kim Taehyung has spent most of his remaining life stuck in a hospital not being able to grasp the meaning of life. Due to this he has seen all the themes of life dull and not worth time. A girl comes into the hospital sharing the same meaning of life and focusing on the familiar dark themes he is faced with. Maybe the two can come to terms with the actual meaning of life and open each others eyes.

sickness takes over people. The sickness may consume you whole till you cant remember to do the basic necessities. The sickness may be small, or it may be great. Great enough to destroy the ones you love sucking the life you once loved out of your grasp. Leaving you nothing but the chaos and doom to riddle inside you awaiting for your turn.

“This will be your room you will be staying in Ms. L/n” the nurses said in a kind voice as she directed me over to the bed. “Now if you need anything like food a drink or anything that seems wrong just press this button” the nurse said while showing me a red button on the nightstand next to the hospital bed.

“Ok I believe that’s it” the nurse was half way out the door before she said “oh yeah and you will be having another patient in the room with you and if you have any problems use the red button” the nurse smiled and finally exited.

“Well looks like this is going to become my life.” Which it was. My life was for certain going to shit from to these awful themes of life. I had came to the conclusion life didn’t like me, it saw me as an enemy that wouldn’t give up. I certainly had  every need to give up along the way but managed to push through.

My childhood was everything but happiness and sunshine but dark faces hiding in the shadows and the most silent of screams that no one could make out. It was all about keeping quiet. Not telling a soul. Surely enough this was one of the sources of breaking my darkening soul.
Maybe being in this hospital will contain me from life’s harmful rays. Maybe life will finally take pity.

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Sweet Lavender (Wonwoo)

From the beginning 


When your building is about to get demolished and Wonwoo and his roommates are about to lose their place because they can’t afford the rent alone, desperate measures bring an unlikely bunch together. 3 boys and 2 girls living together in one share house; what could possible go wrong? Welcome to Sweet Lavender.

Word count: 5645

Chapter 2

Living with other people meant that you’d have to share a part of yourself with them. You never really knew what someone was really like until you moved in with them, it’s why couples always get a harsh wakeup call once they move in together. But when you’re living with complete strangers, the lines tend to blur.

“So you mean to tell me that you guys eat ramen for breakfast…?” You gape, looking at the three boys in disbelief. Seoyeon looked amused as they avoided your gaze sheepishly. You weren’t a health nut or anything, you pretty much lived off of ramen too, but eating ramen after fasting all night was hardly healthy. You didn’t care about eating healthy but eating something at least mildly nutritious was important for breakfast.

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When Your Hands Aren’t Steady [a Barry Allen AU] (Part 9)

a/n: oh look…this shitty au….

WARNING: Angst…all that angst…i’m trying to kill you guys and myself with angst i think

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Family dinner has always been one of Barry’s favorite things. He loves getting to see Joe and Iris, now Eddie, and just relaxing. Except, he isn’t relaxed today; after the storm last night, he’s been on edge. He managed to squirt toothpaste on the mirror because of his tick and, as pathetic as it sounds, stood there, frustrated.

“You’re doing it again, Barr.” you sigh, brushing his spiky brown hair up into its usual swoop. He acts as if he doesn’t understand. “Thinking too hard, again…. If this is about the toothpaste incident this morning, I already told you, it’s not a big deal, sweetheart.” you mumble, cupping his cheek in your palm.

Instinctively, he leans into your touch. He got so lucky. “N-no, it i-isn’t…” he nibbles on his bottom lip, eyes shifting down to his navy shoes. His hands twitch at his side and he takes a breath. “Th-thank you… fo-for lov-loving me.” he gulps, green eyes peering up at you through his long, full lashes, “a-and not le-leaving when I-I sh-owed you m-my sc-scars. An-and he…helping with m-my OT…” he trails off, fingers curling around the bottom of his dark sweater.

Your face softens and your thumb brushes against his cheek bone. He is really handsome. “Don’t thank me for something I can’t control.” you giggle, standing on your tiptoes to peck his cheek. “We better go, if we don’t wanna be late.” you grin, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your lips. “Mwah!” He blushes, laughing slightly as you tug him to the door, stopping to get his gray coat.

Barry follows you to the car, hopping in the passenger’s seat. He likes watching you drive. On the way, he listens to your stories and relaxes in the leather chair. “H-hey! Yo-you get t-to me…meet I-Iris finally!” he beams, noticing your happy nod. He slinks back in the chair, shaky finger raising to touch the window, tracing some of the raindrops. He hasn’t told you this, but in one of his sessions with Doctor Rice, the only one you missed, they discussed depression. She keeps insisting that he has it. Barry never really thought about it since he met you; he is happy…just only when he’s with you. Is that a bad thing?

“Barry, what’s wrong? I feel like I can’t reach you…” Your free hand rests on his knee while you glance towards him. It’s almost like he keeps detaching himself from the world. He peers at you, mouth ajar, and shrugs, going back to the window. You frown when the light turns green, driving calmly. If he wants to tell you, he’ll tell you.

The car pulls into the West’s driveway and Barry…slowly opens the door. Doesn’t run, doesn’t grin, isn’t excited. This really makes you worry. You follow him up the stairs to be greeted with Joe, Iris, and Eddie. He cracks a fake smile, hugging each of them lightly. “I-I’m, um, go-gonna go u-use the ba-bathroom…” he announces quietly, heading down the narrow hallway.

When he’s out of sight, you frown, “Joe, do you know anything about…you know, how he’s acting? I noticed this morning and I…I’m worried. He won’t open up to me or anything… I found him crying over toothpaste when I woke up.” you whisper, waving your hand in the air while you shrug off your thin jacket.

Joe shakes his head, glancing at his daughter; Iris raises her hands in a ‘I don’t know’ way. You hum. “Maybe he just needs some time?” Iris offers, leading you to the table.

The strands of your off-white sweater danglie at your thighs while you sit down. You shrug, beginning to listen to Iris’ day. She is so bright and animated when she talks that it’s hard to stop listening. But after a few minutes, your mind wanders to your boyfriend. He’s been in the bathroom for awhile… “I’m gonna go check on Barr…” you mutter, standing up from the wood chair.

“Down the hallway, to the left.” Joe informs, gulping his drink.

You nod, flashing a tiny smile before heading to the bathroom. Stopping at the white door, you lean in, pressing your ear to the wood. “Barr? It’s me…you okay?” you ask in a soft tone. There’s no answer, just quiet, almost nonexistent, sniffles. “I’m coming in…” you warn, waiting a couple seconds. The lock clicks, allowing you to twist the knob, creeping in. “Oh, sweetheart…”

With puffy pink rimmed eyes, Barry peers up at you, lips slightly parted. He shifts on the closed toilet seat, body visibly trembling. “I-I-I w-want…h-home.” he says in between heavy breaths, watching you squat down. His chest feels like it’s being restrained and all he can manage is short, raspy spurts of air.

Cupping his flushed cheek, your thumb strokes his face comfortingly; other hand traveling up to his hairline. He whimpers a little bit. “Okay, sweetheart, we can go home.” you whisper, carding your fingers through his brown hair, slowly standing up. He grabs your wrist, lip quivering. “Shh, I’m gonna let them know I’m take you home, okay Barr?” His head bounces up and down like a bobblehead and you carefully slip out of the bathroom.

A deep sigh escapes you; your hands scrub your face as you walk down the hallway. Something is definitely wrong. Why is he having a panic attack? Why does he want to be home all the time? “Hey guys, I’m, um,” you pause, running a hand through your hair, “I’m gonna take him home. He’s…. really anxious right now and -”

“We understand.” Iris reassures, nodding with a tight lipped smile, getting up from her chair. Her brown boots click on the wood floor as she walks to you. “Thank you for taking care of my brother. I… it means a lot.” She touches your upper arm, squeezing a bit. You bite your lip, nodding. Joe watches you go back to the bathroom with teary eyes, breathing a puff of air.

Slowly, you open the door, making Barry flinch. “It’s me, it’s me, baby.” you coo, holding your hand out to him, “We’re gonna go home now.” you repeat, helping him stand. He wobbles but manages to keep himself upright. Frowning, you rub his back in a circular motion, feeling how tense his back is.

Sniffling, he walks through the hallway, hands clenched into fists at his sides. A couple frail whimpers get caught in his throat and you open the front door, grabbing your jackets, waving at the three adults. Rain falls on top of his head; you drape his coat over his slender shoulders, shuffling to the car.

Barry climbs in the passenger’s seat with a frown, green doe eyes heavy. You get in on the other side, shaking stray raindrops out of your hair. Before you start the car, you turn to him; he’s staring out the window. “Barry, please, just… tell me what’s wrong.” you beg, Y/C/E orbs searching his face, subconsciously playing connect-the-dots with his moles.

“I-I…w-wa-anna go ho-home and b-e with y-you…” he sniffles innocently, his shaky fingers tracing the raindrops on the window. Doctor Rice is right. Barry is depressed.

Inevitably, a Masquerade

Written with the assistance of @miraculousturtle.  I cannot give her or her work any higher recommendation.

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“All I’m saying is that you need to stand up to him, and just come out and say it,” Alya says.  “Just tell him, you’re bothering me, I don’t like you, piss off.”

“We’ve told him that multiple times,” Marinette says.  “Adrien, what was the answer to number three again?”

“Root twenty-two,” Adrien says, toying with some yarn.

“Thanks.” Marinette scowls at the rows of numbers, then erases a few and starts over.  “I think he thinks that if he tries hard enough I’ll just give up and go out with him.”

Nino snorts.  “Sounds a lot like Chat.”

Three voices are raised in instant outrage.

“Hey, Chat Noir is not like that—“

“He’s a perfect gentleman and he’d never—“

“Chat would never force something that someone didn’t want on them—“

“Are you really comparing Alejandro to Chat—“

“I am personally offended that you would think that Chat Noir, a guy who puts his life on the line on a regular basis for the good of all Paris, is anything like that dick—“

“Chat Noir is wonderful and romantic and kind—“

The incipient slaughter is cut off abruptly as Tom pokes his head into the room. “Please keep it down,” Tom rumbles.

“Sorry, Papa,” Marinette mumbles.

“Sorry, Tom,” the others chorus.

Tom nods and closes the trapdoor.

“I was going to add back when he was into Ladybug,” Nino says grumpily.  “But like, less pushy.”

Marinette rolls her eyes and settles back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.  “If you do want to make comparisons, you’d be better off comparing him to Lila.  Or Chloe.”

“Hey,” Adrien says, frowning slightly.  “That’s not entirely fair.”

Marinette raises an eyebrow at him.  “Really?”

“Dude,” Nino says, “I know that you and Chloe were friends for a while—“

“Are friends.”

“—are friends, but loyalty only goes so far.”

“It’s not like that,” Adrien says, running a hand through his hair.  He scratches at the back of his head.

“Look,” he sighs as the others stare at him expectantly, “I’m not going to pass judgment on Lila, I don’t know her well enough either to condemn or defend on that particular point.  But Chloe, well.”

He waves his hands about vaguely.  “Look, you have to understand that Chloe grew up in a world believing two things: everything was yours so long as no one stopped you, and anyone who tries to stop you is an enemy and needs to be ended.”

“You’re not making a very good case there,” Alya says.  “I mean, you’re basically saying ‘Yes, Chloe is a selfish, petty bitch with about as much natural empathy as a crocodile.’”

“Yeah, well, think about how someone like that would respond when she loses her mother,” Adrien says.  “All of a sudden everything she thinks is wrong.  She loses someone who she’s always thought of as hers, and it’s someone who absolutely can’t be an enemy of hers because it’s her mother, even though she’s stopping her from having something she wants.  Like a family.”

“You’d think a reasonable person would, y’know, reconsider their worldview and maybe wonder if they’re wrong,” Alya says, her voice desert-dry.

“She’s a frightened little girl in a lot of respects is my point,” Adrien says. “She’s holding on to what she does have and lashing out at any threat to it.  But she’s improving.”  He walks over to his bag and rummages around in it for a moment.  “Which reminds me,” he says over his shoulder, “I have proof.”

He pulls out three envelopes, slightly rumpled, and hands them out.

“She’s actually inviting us?” Nino asks.  “You sure she’s not just doing this just to like, drop bags over our heads and cart us off someplace dark and dungeon-like?”

“She’s Chloe, not some Bond villain,” Alya says absently.  “Technically her dad’s gig, not hers.  Hm.”

“Of course it’s a Ladybug-themed masquerade,” Marinette says.  “You didn’t talk her into inviting us or anything?”

“Nope,” Adrien says.  “She handed them to me yesterday, own volition.”

“Ugh.” Marinette tosses the invitation onto the desk and slumps into her chair.  “All right,” she announces to the room at large.  “All of you send me pics of what you’ll be wearing, Alya, grab my measuring tape, Adrien, see if you can smuggle me into your dad’s supply closet.”

“You don’t need to do this for us,” Nino protests.

“Fuck that. If we’re going to Chloe’s party we’re showing up in style,” Marinette growls.

“Well, don’t you all look lovely,” Chloe, the ever-gracious hostess, says through clenched teeth several days later.  “I do hope you have fun.”

She tosses a wink at Adrien from behind her red-and-black spotted mask and blows him a kiss, glares daggers at the others, and stalks off into the crowd.

Nino frowns at the DJ on the stage.  “Don’t you dare start this again,” Alya says, eyes narrowing behind her fox-themed mask colored in tones of vermillion and umber, gold thread outlining flowing sections of white.  “We are not getting thrown out again because you couldn’t keep your professional critiques to yourself.”

“Babe.” Nino pouts from under his plain green mask.

“Do you think Ladybug and Chat Noir will actually show up?” Adrien asks quickly. He adjusts his own made-with-love Ladybug-themed mask.  “I mean Chloe was talking about it all week.”

“Well, it’s a public function held specifically in their honor,” Marinette says carefully.  “I’d say even odds.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Adrien says.  “Ten euros they don’t show?”

“Twenty. I have things to buy, pretty boy.”


Marinette smirks beneath her mask as they shake on it.  Adrien catches himself staring.

In his defense, her mask is a marvel in spite—or, Adrien thinks, recalling a lecture from his father, because—of its simplicity.  It prowls down from her hairline like a pack of wolves stalking from a forest, merging so seamlessly that it’s hard to tell where mask stops and person begins, flowing down the lines of her face, down her forehead and along her cheekbones until they meet in a point at the tip of her nose.  He and Alya and Nino had opted to paint theirs, but Marinette had gotten her hands on a dull matte black spandex and stretched it over the mask; in the light of the ballroom, it seems to drink in the light, making the curves and lines of the mask vanish into a pit of utter oblivion.

Adrien feels his heart flutter as he meets her eyes.  She’d gone the extra step of setting green plastic lenses into the eyeholes, the material the exact shade of his transformed own.

Well, he’s got an hour plus to kill before Chat Noir is due to make an appearance.  “Would the lady care to dance?” he asks, sweeping out a bow.

Marinette carefully curtsies, her midnight-black dress brushing the floor.

“I may have an hour or two to spare, yes,” she says.

An hour later, Adrien makes his excuses and transforms, reappearing onstage with Ladybug to thunderous applause.  Ladybug makes a perfunctory speech before they make their excuses and leave.

It happens just as Adrien returns, adjusting his suit.

“Princess,” he purrs, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.  Adrien sees Marinette go stiff, and her smile go waxen.  “May I compliment you on your mask?”

“You may,” Marinette says.  “You may also let go of my hand.”

“Oh, please, Marinette,” he laughs, leading her in a quick one-two one-two step that’s somewhat impaired by her resistance.  “If you don’t give me a chance, how else am I supposed to win your heart?”

“You don’t,” Marinette replies.

“Give me a chance, at least,” he says, leaning in close.

Adrien’s had enough.  He steps forwards, timing his movements, and with a kick to the back of a knee and a shove to the back, shoves the prick away from Marinette.  Alejandro rounds on Adrien with a snarl.

Marinette steps between them, facing Alejandro.

“Alejandro,” she says, her voice cutting through the music like a shaped charge through ash planking, “stop.”

“What the fuck was that?” Alejandro says, ignoring her.

“That was me,” Adrien snaps, “getting you away from my girlfriend!”

He laughs.  “Again with this girlfriend thing.  You’re a damn poor boyfriend even if it is true. Hell, I’ve barely seen you kiss her.”

Before Adrien’s self-preservation instinct can kick in and remind him of how nice it would be if his secret girlfriend doesn’t castrate him, he grabs Marinette by a shoulder, spins her around, dips her, and kisses her deeply, ramming his tongue into her mouth as she gasps in surprise.

After a dead silent, shocked few seconds, Marinette’s hand comes up to his chest, and she pushes gently.  Adrien helps her upright and steps back, his lips tingling from the contact.  Her eyes flash behind her mask, and Adrien swallows nervously.

Marinette turns to Alejandro, who’s still raising a skeptical eyebrow.  “Well, there’s your proof,” she says calmly.  “Now, try to win my heart again and I tear your lungs out through your ears.”

She turns back to Adrien and grabs him by an arm, dragging him outside with her.

Marinette shoves Adrien in front of her and puts her hands on her hips.

“Adrien, that was out of line,” Marinette says, her eyes flinty with anger.  “You say you’re Chat Noir’s friend, then you’ll respect that I’m his girlfriend, not yours.”

“Marinette, I’m sorry—“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, Adrien,” Marinette says.  “Do that again, and you get the same treatment as Alejandro. Understand?”

Adrien watches as Marinette storms back inside.

Well, this is just one hell of a party.


Happy anniversary.

So I played through Half Life 2 / Episode 1 / Episode 2 again, to celebrate that little occasion. First time I’d downloaded them again in about five years - since the five-year anniversary, now that I think about it. Wanted to see how the game held up, wax nostalgic about it a little. I have about 1600 words on that, which you can read below the cut.

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Chapter 171: The CALL FINALLY went THROUGH

Note: NO SPOILERS PLEASE, in the comments or anywhere on this account. We have not finished reading the novel. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes/comments are highly appreciated. (◎ヮ◎)

Translator: Sienna        Editor: Sae

Sorry for the lateness, I was engrossed in the mess that is the US presidential election….let’s just say, I’m highly upset.

But, this chapter brought my spirit up a bit. Maybe you’ll have a nosebleed, maybe you won’t lol <3 Have a good night~

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It’s INVISIBLE ILLNESS AWARENESS WEEK! So here are some facts about mine.

It’s a bit long, but it would mean a lot to me if you read it. I think it’s really important to have an idea of what being sick/disabled can look like. There are so many misconceptions about what the life of a person like me is like, or even that we exist at all, so while this is just one perspective I hope it helps expand your idea of what is possible under those labels. I know I had a very narrow and totally wrong view myself before I got sick. So yeah please read, for me and others you know<3

PS: if this is too long, the 1 piece of advice I would give is just BELIEVE what people tell you, don’t think you can determine whether medical info they give makes sense or if they are faking/over exaggerating. Know you probably can’t tell someone’s medical status just by looking or watching them - people are complicated, symptoms vary, a disease is weird and can effect people in unexpected ways

30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know

1. The illness I live with is: Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS—a genetic connective tissue disease), post concussion syndrome, and several secondary conditions to EDS, including dysautonomia/POTS, cervical instability, and (suspected) mast cell activation syndrome

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: Misdiagnosed with fibro in 2011, the rest came in 2013-14

3. But I had symptoms since: I started having minor joint issues in 2005, but major problems started in 2010-11

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: Oh wow. I had to come up with an entirely different identity and concept for what a good life could look like. I love my life now, and I’m really happy, but it took a while to get there. I used to be an incredibly ambitious person, who was used to performing at a really high level and being busy 24/7. I’ve needed to slow it down & reevaluate what’s really important in life. I think I would have been horrified if you’d told me 10 years ago I would have dropped out of college, but I’m actually totally I’m at peace with where I am. I’ve done a lot of cool things since I’ve been home

5. Most people assume: that my life is tragic …. that one is hard to respond to. They seem so sad when they find out the details, but honestly in a big picture way life is good

6. The hardest part about mornings is: I often feel really sick in the morning because of dysautonomia. So I’ll be faint, nauseous, dizzy … just not at my best!

7. My favorite medical TV show is: Mystery diagnosis! Which I mostly watched while I was still, indeed, a mystery

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: My phone/laptop. Because I’m home a lot they are really my lifeline to the world

9. The hardest part about nights is: Probably needing to sleep in a neck brace, especially now that its giving my jaw issues. But it’s so much better than NOT sleeping in a neck brace is for me at this point, so I’ll take it:p

10. Each day I take: I take 14 prescription and over the counter medications, and about 10 more supplements. Almost all of them are considered minor, safe medications (like 5 are for allergies), but still that number adds up!

11. Regarding alternative treatments I: Wish I had time/money for more of them. Massage, acupuncture, and float therapy have all been helpful for pain management

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: I think invisible is easier in many ways ….although I sometimes blur the edges with all the braces I use

13. Regarding working and career: I’m really lucky to have a fantastic part time job I can do from home. No idea what the future holds in this department … a lot of careers I might have chosen seem tricky bc they are too demanding, or the schooling is. So we’ll see

15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: Sometimes I feel sad about the lost “potential,” and honestly I still don’t like thinking about the kind of things people expected from me when I was younger. I guess I have a small degree of sadness that I’ll never work at a particle accelerator or be a big name in my field or anything, but honestly I might be happier this way:)Definitely less stressed!

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: Be happy! Or even find a life worth living. But I’m actually happier now than I was before I got sick

17. The commercials about my illness: I haven’t seen any yet. I get a couple Facebook ads suggesting I buy electrolyte drinks, but that’s about it

18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is: I just miss being able to be busy all day. I have so many things I want to do and love doing, and I have so little time for all of them!

19. It was really hard to have to give up: Ballet and flexibility training. I miss stretching so much

20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is: running my blogs! I’ve found this really fulfilling and I never would have gotten into this if I hadn’t gotten sick. Its really great to be able to help people, and to realize that something that should exist doesn’t, and then make it happen.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: I’d do something spontaneous and enjoy how easy things can be. Go hiking and camping, go on some crazy road trip, do a marathon day of exploring a city, know i can sleep in a car or on a floor and not be too banged up, not need to worry about bringing all the meds and stuff I need, etc

23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is: There isn’t anything that really bothers me - for the most part everyone has been great. The unwanted pity thing is awkward, but doesn’t really get me mad. Honestly, my biggest problem has been getting people to say anything at all! I’ve gotten a lot of “sorry I disappeared, I didn’t know what to say” from people and I don’t want to make it worse!

24. But I love it when people: Notice when I can’t do something that the group is doing, and sit it out with me, or work to include me. Big family events and parties and stuff can be really sad when no one notices I can’t participate! Other than that, just stay in my life, & accept what I tell them as true. Also people who ask respectful questions:)

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: even bad days have 24 hours

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: 1. it is possible to have a good life with chronic illness 2. bad days don’t last forever 3. Your illness is valid, you belong in the chronic illness community, and you aren’t faking it even when you worry you are (almost everyone I know with chronic illness feels this way, I blame society) 4. be sympathetic to yourself - its ok to grieve and be sad about this 5. i believe in you

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: How boring and mundane it is! even big dramatic events are full of so much waiting and mundanity. Filling out paperwork in the ER and waiting for hours, making 7 phone calls to try and track down important test results, the monotony of managing medications, appointments, insurance, etc … idk I used to think that having a scary illness would make life more exciting or something, but it doesn’t feel that way from the inside

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: Oh gosh my family has done SO much for me. My ex really went above and beyond, and I’m forever grateful to her for that. And a major shoutout to all my chronic illness friends who have answered all my medical questions and helped me understand and cope with scary new test results

29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because: there are SO many misconceptions about illness and disability, including the perception that you can tell if someone is sick/disabled by the way they look or act!

30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: happy yay thanks for listening:)

PS - all photos were taken in the last 6 months, so during a time where I was already quite limited and dealing with a variety of chronic illnesses & symptoms. Even though I’ve seen some improvements in the last year, I’m still far to sick to manage school or a full time job and I have whole bunch of health issues I need to balance on a daily basis

rin and haru trying to have normal conversations through a laptop screen or that long distance hc i said i would write that got a bit too long.

rin is grinning now, “it’s been a while haru. do you remember me?” haru doesn’t answer, just raises an eyebrow “you know. matsuoka rin. girly name but i’m actually a boy.” haru can’t stop the small smile that finds it’s way onto his lips “the same matsuoka rin who held my hand in a pool of cherry blossoms?”. rin is sputtering and his face is red and five seconds later he’s covering his camera with his hand and suddenly haru can’t see anything “rin?” “you’re so embarrassing haru” “i don’t wanna hear that from you. move your hand”

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anonymous asked:

What is Your -Best Ten Designs- for the Dragons.

I’m going to just stick with the DreamWorks franchise for simplicity’s sake! These personal “best ten designs” are not some objective measure. I’m not trying to talk about which are the most original or aesthetically pleasing… I’m just giving a list of my own subjective preferences!

10. Skrill

What I love the most about the Skrill is its wings. The huge, bat-like wings… I’ve always been a sucker for big, dramatic dragon wings. And when the dragon lights up with lightning, you can’t deny that’s hella cool.

9. Changewing

For me, the most interesting aspect of the Changewing’s design is the long, leaf-like streams from its head. That leaf motif is continued down their spines, which is pretty cool. The big, buggy eyes sticking at the top of the skull are also wholly entertaining, and gives them a bit of a comical look, too. 

8. Razorwhip

What is so cool about this dragon is that it looks like it has metal armor for scales going across its back. Most dragons’ scales are smaller, not this sort of huge, metallic, plate-like drama. I also like the sleekness of the dragon - it’s a very narrow creature, very lithe.

7. Monstrous Nightmare

The Monstrous Nightmare’s design was intentionally made to be moreof a “classical” dragon design in the first HTTYD movie. However, that doesn’t mean its design lacks creativity or elegance.

Everything about the dragon is beautiful and flashy. I love the jagged theme, with the wings that flare out in jagged edges, the long curved horns on the head, and the multiple arrays of spines running down the back. I love Nightmare tails, and can we talk about their spotted/striped pattern? Really nicely done. It makes the entire dragon look like flame.

6. Scauldron

Scauldrons have some of the most appropriate designs given their lifestyle, habitat, and abilities of any of the dragons. Everything about this creature screams “marine animal”! I wholly appreciate the thought gone into the design. They’re also really endearingly cute!

5. Stormcutter

I don’t tend to be someone who thinks “the more wings, heads, etc” the better, but with the Stormcutter, the four-winged pattern truly is epic. The crest on the dragon’s head, and the fact Cloudjumper is modeled partially after an owl, also provides the dragon a unique look. I feel like the Stormcutter’s design is one of the most unique appearances of all the dragons in the HTTYD DreamWorks world.

4. Red Death Original Concept Art

It’s not that the final Red Death design isn’t intimidating or monstrous or anything, but the concept art designs were SO out-of-this-world. A dragon, covered in sea life, body overgrown with plants, glowing iridescent like creatures from the bottom of the sea. In some ways, the dragon’s shape is less unique because it has the large wings, long head, and stretching tail that we see often in fantasy artwork. However, its essential bioluminescence has forever captured my heart. Wow.

Like, how cool is THAT?

3. Thunderdrum

I’ll admit the Thunderdrum and Whispering Death are my two favorite dragons, and lo and behold, they both rank very highly on this list. I love these dragons for their abilities and temperaments as well as their designs - but their designs ARE a plus!

With the Thunderdrum, there’s something to be said about adorably exaggerated proportions. The dragon is a mouth. A great big, adorable, roaring mouth. Its legs are so tiny they are almost non-existent, and its eyes are two tiny little beady things near the tip of its snout. I love it. But even with this crazy exaggeration, the design makes sense! A sonic-based dragon is going to have a big mouth like that!

2. Whispering Death

The Whispering Death’s design is both extremely unique and extremely beautiful. The long, extremely narrow body full of spikes makes for something memorable. The enormous, bulbous mouth full of teeth, combined with the constant spines on the dragon’s body, gives its appearance a lot of interest to the eye. And even the way the dragon flies is beautiful and unique, with its long, streaming tail spinning corkscrews. I looooove this design so much!

1. Night Fury

The Night Fury is, in my opinion, the most aesthetically pleasing dragon of the entire movie franchise. While I remember first seeing Toothless’ design and finding his facial shape off (it is unique), there is SO much to appreciate about the Night Fury appearance. I’ve read a lot about the artist’s careful design of Toothless during the production of HTTYD, and I really appreciate what they’ve done.

Toothless’ design is created such that he can be both frightful and mysterious, but also adorable and cuddly. The eyes, wide and close to the front, can create very cute expressions. His ear plates provide an incredible amount of expression - they intentionally created those so as to provide Toothless more visible emotional dynamics. 

And yet, Toothless’ design is beautiful and glorious. The proportion of the wings is glorious. The shape of his tail is also fluid and dynamic. His dorsal fins, his speckled black scales, the wide width of his feet. Night Furies are beautiful.

Beyond that, it’s a unique idea to model the design of a dragon after a mammal. Night Furies were designed with panthers in mind. They kept Toothless a reptile like the other dragons, but because he was designed with a cat in mind, his facial structure is also very different from that of most dragon designs.

But mostly why I am voting Night Fury first is for screencaps like the one above.

Just… wow.

Flush of Fate - Chapter 5

Ship: Nalu

Story Type: Multi chapter, humour (I hope)

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Levy McGarden, Erza Scarlett

Summary: Have you ever been stuck in a room with someone you hate? Try being stuck in a bathroom with that person…while the party of the year is happening downstairs.

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