but apparently they are hard to find over here :'(

Her Instinct/Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - Homecoming

This chapter was inspired by the song Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

Sleep was useless. I was completely restless with thoughts of Mr. Leto crowding my mind: his smoldering eyes as he fumed at me, his crafty hands as they slid across my hips, and his breath against my face….ugh, I couldn’t seem to stop! I just wanted his hands on me, to feel his touch. I missed his kiss against my lips, my neck, my body. I craved him; no, I needed him.

I tossed and turned in the bed, ending in a twisted position on my back. It pained me that this torture was all my fault, too. I stared at the ceiling of my room, blackened by the blanket of darkness. I tried not to make too much noise to wake Allegra up. I could barely maker her outline in the nighttime. She seemed to be sleeping who was peacefully on the air mattress across from me.

I pressed my eyes shut, trying to force sleep to overcome me. Soon, my thoughts drifted to him wishing he was here, just 2 blocks down on Mayfield Street. I drifted into a dreamlike fantasy of sneaking out and going to see him. He’d open the door, no words between us, just impassioned silence. He’d pull me close to him, his scent hypnotizing me as he quickly leads me to his room with our clothes in their respective locations on his bedroom floor. He’d sit me on his lap as he hands roamed my body. His kisses transition form warm to gentle, then rough as he slowly makes his way down my body.

“Kerri..” he’d whisper in my ear. “Kerri….” Over and over…as we let our emotions solely control our actions…

“Kerri!” Allegra whispered urgently, shaking my shoulder.

Even in my fantasies Allegra always manages to get in the way. Can I at least get a break in my own mind?

“Kerri, are you okay? You’re sweating!” she touched my forehead.

“What?” I asked half sleep in disbelief. I try to pull the damp clothes away from my body. Well, the sweat explains a lot considering my dreamful fantasy, but this is bad.

“You think it’s a fever?” She asked worriedly.

“No way!” I yelled. My defense sounding a little too strong. “I just had a…nightmare, that’s all.” I replied softly.

“Let me get you some water and you can tell me all about your nightmare when I get back,” she said as she ran out the room to the kitchen.

Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. Now I have to make up some ridiculous nightmare with whatever little focus I had left. Oh yeah, and at 2:00am. Here goes nothing…

Allegra walked back home to meet her dad when he returned home. Apparently he had an immediate meeting once he returned home. Too bad for me. I desperately wanted to see him.


On Sunday, my mom, brother and I were in Home Depot searching for this ridiculously hard to find floodlight. We were completely lost or at least that’s what my mom didn’t want to admit.

“Mr. Leto!” Nico squealed as he ran over to him.

It was like the heavens heard my cry. This was just what I wanted.

He ran toward Nico wearing black jeans and a button-downed black top. He left the top three buttons opened, revealing his sweetly trimmed chest. He was smoking.

I dropped my jaw as I took him in. How can a man look this sexy shopping in Home Depot?

He greeted all of us as he walked Nico back to us. He glanced at me and kept his focus on my mom and tried to further button his t-shirt as he greeted her. 

There was no point, his chest was forever imprinted in my mind for other reasons.

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Five Times Interrupted


Fandom: Doctor Who
Warning/s: Some serious sexual frustration, also some SMUT
Rating: Explicit 
Pairing/s: 10 x Reader

Summary: FIVE TIMES FIC- Another ‘Five Times Interrupted’ fic because so many of you loved the Benny Weir one and have requested more. Basically, you and the Doctor can’t seem to find some time alone when all the world’s a cockblock. 

Words: 1,461


You’d been back on Earth for two days now and currently had your back pressed against the inside of the door to the guest bedroom in Donna’s house- a friend of yours and the reason for your meeting with the Doctor. 

The Doctor had his body pressed firmly against yours and was sucking and nibbling and kissing his way along your throat and collarbone as you moaned quietly. 

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damnyoudaddario  asked:

13. Cause pickles are my favorite. And I'm on my deathbed. Heal me with your words 🤒

@damnyoudaddario Oh my sweet sick friend. I hope this heals you. I love this prompt! Sorry it took me so long :) Here is prompt #13: “How can you get so upset about a pickle?” from this list by my darling, @ladymatt

Magnus stepped through the portal into his entryway and immediately stopped and balked at the sight before him. 

Jace and Alec appeared to be in some sort of fight. They were both on the floor near the balcony doors, with Alec’s arms locked around Jace’s neck and Jace flailing his feet around trying to get purchase so that he could escape.

“Don’t knock that table over, Jace.” Alec growled. “It’s two hundred years old.”

“Two hundred years old, just like your boyfriend.” Jace laughed breathlessly as he reached back and squeezed Alec’s kneecap.

Alec groaned in pain and loosened his hold. They both jumped to their feet quickly and in sync, and Alec went into a fight stance, “I told you not to eat it! You are so damn selfish sometimes! Why can’t you just listen to me for once!”

“Damnit, Alec. You are ridiculous! There are mundane stores full of them.” Jace said as he ducked to avoid Alec’s punch. He swung his leg around and swiped his parabatai’s feet out from under him.

Magnus gasped as Alec went down, knocking the antique table over, and that’s when he decided he couldn’t let this go on any longer. He jumped into action, throwing his hand out and catching both the table and vase in midair with a burst of Magic before they could crash to the floor. He watched in amusement as both men turned to look at him, surprise on their faces. “Actually I’m much older than two hundred, but I assure you that this old man’s still got it. Now, would you care to explain why you are grappling amongst my priceless possessions.”

Alec jumped up from the floor comically fast, “Hey! Uh..hi, You’re home early. I’m sorry about all that..It’s just that he ate the last pickle. I told him you would be mad, but he didn’t listen.”

Magnus gave his boyfriend a look of confusion. “And why would I care that he ate the last of anything? I can get more easily.”

Jace grinned. “HA! See, I told you!”

Alec glared at his brother and grumbled, “Shut up.”

Magnus shook his head in disbelief. “I know you two are unbelievably competitive, but how can you get so upset about a pickle?“

Alec put his hands on hips and answered, “Well, you said before you left for your trip that you were looking forward to eating that pickle when you got back, and I just think that Jace should respect your wishes. Especially since you’re nice enough to let him stay here.”

Realization dawned on him and Magnus couldn’t help but chuckle. His shadowhunter was still innocent in so many ways, and this was one of them. He should have known that Alec was thinking of the conversation they had over lunch right before he left.

“Oh dear, Alexander. When I said, ‘I can’t wait to get my hands on that pickle when I get back’ I was talking about that pickle.” Magnus pointed to Alec and the area in question to avoid any further confusion.

Alec blushed. “Oh. Wow. That went right over my head.”

Jace groaned and rolled his eyes. “The fact that you didn’t get that innuendo means that I apparently have failed to teach you anything. And on that note, I’m outta here for awhile while you two play find the pickle.”

Alec squinted at him, “It’s not hard to fi-”

“Nope! Bye!” Jace slammed the door behind him.

Magnus walked over to Alec, not taking his eyes off his crooked smile. “It’s not hard to find, huh? Show me.”

Beloved Bewilderment; Pt 2.5

A short drabble to follow ‘Beloved Bewilderment Pt 2′.

Because it’s Thursday Night Football, my husband is watching that, and I wanted to take advantage of a chance to write…

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

very-general-gist: Rafael Barba offered to help carry his girlfriend’s sleeping 5 year old daughter home after picking her up from the babysitter’s, post-date…

Genevieve~ his girlfriend. | Carina~ her daughter.

When they got to the apartment, Rafael continued to gracefully keep precious Carina tight against him, even after tugging a blanket from the bag her mother was carrying to throw over her shoulders.

“You’re spoiling her,” Genevieve teased, but still helped by tucking corners of the blanket into his suit so it would stay put.

He really didn’t mind, though he certainly was starting to wish he’d done more cardio as of late. “It’s not a bother, she’s not heavy-”

She opened the door for them, followed behind while pointing knowingly up the stairs. “Hers is first door on the right,” whispering, so she rocked in to speak in his ear that wasn’t pressed to Carina’s head, placed hands on his sides to aim him the right direction. “It should be open, I can take her if you’d like.”

“Nonsense,” he had made it this far, after all, and honestly- Rafael would do about anything that would convince her to stay so close to him. “I’ve got her.”

Up those dark stairs, a turn into the prescribed bedroom: he smiled at the first look of the precious atmosphere. Pink walls, large purple-painted picture frames with obviously-original coloring pages pinned inside of them with tape, framed posters of horses along the tops, little equine figurines on shelves and all over her dresser.

“Horses?” He had rocked backwards, to ask Genevieve, but apparently the shift had awakened their sleeping beauty.

Dreamily, drowzily, Carina joined the conversation: “I love horses.”

The declaration was so passionate- even though, most likely she wasn’t even fully awake; both adults had to hold their breaths to keep from laughing.

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A Fair Trade

you guys know how i feel about the underfell!bros. i’m gonna cry. this one was kind of tough because i haven’t written very much for them, but i hope you like it regardless!

read me before following! / request a fic from me!

Pairing: UF!Sans/Reader, UF!Papyrus/Reader

Summary: You have a great idea to bring some much-needed warmth Underground. You just didn’t think any of it would be returned full force.

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you and darry fight - imagine

requested by @kaitiez464 (heya, thanks for requesting! hope u enjoy reading it!)
warnings: cussing

Living with Darry and the two boys wasn’t as easy as you originally thought it was, but you knew that the trouble was worth it. He had sacrificed so much to take care of Pony and Soda, it was only right for someone to look after Darry. So after what must’ve been a year that you and Darry had been together, you had moved in to help Darry out. And you became the person who cooked, who cleaned and who made sure Darry, Soda and Pony were alright. Sure, sometimes it was a bit difficult taking care of three other people than yourself, but you loved Darry, and you knew that his family meant the world to him.

It had been about 5 months into living with the boys and you had a pretty solid routine. You normally woke up before everyone else to start breakfast and to wake the boys up when it was time. Then, when they were gone, you’d make sure to clean up the house a little and start cooking dinner as it crept into the evening. But it was a hectic Winter wednesday that, for some reason, you had woken up extremely late - Darry, Soda and Pony were supposed to be leaving at that time.

You gently woke the boys in a hurry, so as not to scare them awake, before attempting to crack a few eggs and slap slices of bacon on a hot pan in the kitchen. Before you knew it, the house was bustling with the boys hurrying back and forth between rooms to get ready. Of course, Pony ended up hollering through the shower curtain to get Soda out the shower while Darry was stuck searching for a boot. Between the loud huffs and heavy footsteps, you can tell that Darry had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Y/N? Have you seen my other boot? I coulda sworn I left it right here yesterday,” Darry calls from the living room.

“Sorry, Darry, I haven’t. Check by the armchair maybe?” You offered, concentrated on cooking without burning yourself.

“Y/N, couldja tell Soda to get out the shower already? He’s gonna take up all the hot water!” Pony complained from the steamy bathroom as you attempted to pick up the last slices of bacon from the loud and sizzling pan and onto a plate.

"Yeah, well, get me a towel and maybe I’ll consider gettin’ out!” Soda called from behind the shower curtain, just as annoyed as Pony.

"Well, why didn’t you take one in there before you got in the shower?” Pony asked Soda while walking back to his room.

"Just get your brother a towel, for the love of god!” You yell from the kitchen, spilling a bit of hot oil on your arm instantly inducing a horrid sting. You curse under your breath and involuntarily drop the plate you were holding. It shattered at your feet quite loudly but you barely noticed it due to the stinging, throbbing welt on your arm.

"Y/N, do we got anymore toothpaste tubes? I can’t squeeze any more toothpaste outta this one.” Pony asked you in the kitchen, as you swept up the broken plate shards by your feet.

"Check the bathroom cabinet, Pone. It’s where it always is. Did ya get Soda his towel?”

"No, he hasn’t brought me jack! Couldja bring me one, Y/N?”

Pony rolls his eyes. “I still can’t find the toothpaste. You sure it’s in that cabinet, Y/N?”

"For cryin’ out loud! What does a man gotta do to find a damn boot around here? Y/N, anywhere else I could check?”

You thought your head was going to explode. You must’ve heard your name a million times after that. “Guys! I don’t have the answer to every question under the sun and it’s gettin’ real hard to answer to three people at once asking me this and that while cooking and cleaning up!” You managed to yell, causing a hush to fall over the house. Until a decaffeinated Darry butt in.

"Oh, you think you got it bad? Ha! I’d like to see you try an’ spend a day or two in my shoes… one of which I can’t even seem to find, apparently,” Darry seemed to scoff at you, and boy, that made your blood boil.

"Alright, look, I’m here to help you out ‘cause I love you boys. Y'know, I don’t want you to struggle Darry, but I don’t fucking intend on being this house’s doormat,” you shot back angrily. But Darry didn’t hesitate to yell back.

"Well, these ain’t your damn brothers! Oh, no one asked you to come live here! We were just fine without ya! If anything, you’re just another mouth to feed.”

It was something you had never heard Darry say before, in a tone you only ever heard used when scolding Pony or Soda. Had he really wanted you to leave? You stomped from the kitchen to the living room and out the door to sit on the porch before any more yelling could go on.

"C’mon, Darry, don’t go hollerin’ at her like that. She’s been doin’ the best she c-” Pony attempted to intervene, probably to keep things from escalating any further. But like poking a grizzly bear, Darry only continued to keep yelling.

"Shut your trap, Pony. Ain’t nobody asking you!” Darry scolded Pony.

"Well then I hope you’re okay with her leavin’ you because that’s what’s gonna happen when you keep on like this,” Soda said, walking by Darry, a towel wrapped around him. And it seemed that once Soda put that thought into his head - the idea of you leaving Darry for good - it put Darry back into place. He couldn’t lose you. He loved you.

He walked out onto the porch to sit next to you. But you really didn’t wanna hear anything he had to say, until he actually began to speak.

"Oh god, Y/N. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a thing I said, ya hear? I was just all riled up an- y'know just don’t go blamin’ yourself for anything. These are my responsibilities that you’re taking on and I should just be more grateful, Y/N,” Darry said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You know I love you.”

"Darry, I love you, too. And I love Soda and Pony. And you probably just need your coffee, but, yeah, this morning’s been kinda rough on all of us. Just a little patience, okay?” You huff out, a bit tired from the noise of yelling.

"Just a little patience,” Darry nodded, moving his hand to your back and his lips to your cheek.

First Time: Isaac Lahey

Fluffy and passionate first time with Isaac.

Isaac Lahey x Female reader

Warning: NSFW, Smut

You were sitting in the living room of Scott’s house, alone, reading a book. It hadn’t been ten minutes since the pack had left before Isaac poked his head into the room, avoiding your gaze as he asked, “Where are the others?”

You looked over at your boyfriend, putting down the book and pushing off the sofa, stepped towards him, “They just left? Why?”

“No reason,” he said, escaping the room, you hot on his heels; Not this time you thought. Isaac had been uncharacteristically distant with you, avoiding you at every available opportunity. If you two were alone in a room, he’d make up an excuse to leave, barely even looking at you.

Initially, you thought it was just all the stress from dealing with the Alpha Pack that was making him distant, but they had left weeks ago and nothing had changed. If anything, he had become even more distant. And apparently, today was no exception.

You caught the door to his room as it swung to close, slipping into the room, closing the door behind you. Isaac looked over at you, eyes wide. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for my boyfriend who hasn’t had the decency to look me in the eye, let alone have a conversation with me. ”

“I just…haven’t been able to talk to you.” You raised an eyebrow at him, clenching your fists at your sides.

“I find that hard to believe. It’s not like the situation hasn’t presented itself; as a matter of fact, whenever we’ve been in a room, you couldn’t have left fast enough.”

You stepped towards him, only to have him walk behind the bed, trying to put something between the two of you. “I… It’s not that I’ve been unable to talk to you… it’s that I can’t…” He trailed off, stammering as he tried to find an answer.

“What?” You stood in front of him, hands on your hips, your anger forcing him down onto the bed. “You can’t what?” You stared down, enraged by his words. “If this is your way of wanting to break up with me, there are better ways to do it.” He stood up, trying to take hold of your wrist, only to have you hit his hands off you.

“If you wanted to break up with me, you could have just said it instead of making me look like an idiot, waiting around for you to come b-” You were interrupted as you ran a hand through your hair, Isaac grabbing hold of your wrist and pulling you close.

“Don’t do that.” He whispered, his voice different; low and husky, his eyes glowing gold, almost wild as he bit into his bottom lip. You inhaled sharply, pulling at your wrist, trying to escape his grip.

“Isaac, what are you doing?” You asked warily, your eyes wide as he released your wrist, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath curling against your lips. He didn’t say anything, just smiled a defeated smile before pressing his lips hard against yours, arms wrapped around you. 

You gasped in response, wrapping your arms around his neck anyway, hands sliding down his hot back as he picked you up, hands squeezing your behind as he lowered you down onto the bed. He bit teasingly at your bottom lip, pulling it slightly, forcing a breathy moan out of your throat. He froze, releasing your lip as he pulled away, staring down at your reddening lips. Your eyes fluttered open as you panted desperately to fill your lungs.

You bit your bottom lip, Isaac shutting his eyes, his jaw working; he pulled back even further, his head hanging, hair concealing his face. “Isaac, what’s wrong?” You ducked to try and meet his eyes only to have him shake his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Talk to me, Isaac. We can only sort this out if we talk about this.” He was still above you, hands against the bare skin of your back, gently caressing you. Lifting his gaze, his golden eyes stared into yours, watching you intently as he leant in close. He pressed sweet kisses against your lips, mumbling between them: “I…want…you.”

Arching your back, you shifted against him, feeling his bulge press against your thigh, a groan vibrating against your lips. He pulled back, forehead against yours as you whispered, “You can have me.”

A somewhat relieved smile stretched on his face, before his lips crashed against yours again, this kiss slow but passionate. With the material of your shirt bundled in his fists, he broke from the kiss, tugging your top over your head, tossing it on the floor, his own shirt joining it seconds later.

A shiver raced through you as his hot hands massaged your sides, his lips following the line of your neck, sucking and nibbling on your pulse, a bruise guaranteed to be there in the morning. You whined as Isaac pressed his hot tongue against the tender skin, your back arching enough to allow his arms to wrap around you, swiftly removing your bra.

You gasped as the cold air hit your breasts, whimpering as Isaac’s hands gave them an experimental squeeze. You could feel him smiling against your neck as you moaned, chest lifting to press against his as his kisses and teasing bites continued their journey downwards.

His tongue followed the valley between your breasts, before his path continued along the underside of your breast. You breath stuck in your throat as he took your nipple between his teeth, tugging and nibbling it lightly, breathless moans escaping you as his free hand squeezed the neglected breast.

He released the hard nub with a pop, his eyes, bright with lust, making contact with yours as his kisses continued downwards, tongue dipping into your belly button for a split second, making you gasp is pleasant surprise. Glancing up at you, his eyes were concerned, asking you a silent question as he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your shorts.

You nodded eagerly, groaning in frustration as he inched your shorts down your legs, taking his sweet time. When he finally tugged them off your ankles, you sighed in satisfaction, watching as he crawled up your body, lips ghosting yours teasingly.

Whining, you heard him chuckle against you, his hands pressing yours against the waistband of his sweatpants. Eyes wide, you watched as the smug, confident exterior disappeared, your awkward boyfriend smiling down at you sheepishly. Hesitantly, you pushed his sweatpants down his thighs, past his knees, at which point he kicked them off, his lips against yours again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his fingers tracing patterns up your sides, shudders shooting through your form. You gasped as he swiftly removed his underwear, his fingertips ghosting the band of your underwear before removing your soaked panties.

Staring up at him, he met your gaze with his strong one, asking, his tone and eyes serious, “Y/N, are you absolutely sure about this?” You nodded vigorously, wrapping your arms tighter around him as you braced yourself. “This is gonna hurt,” he whispered, staring at you intently, his eyes searching yours for any kind of reluctance.

You smiled up at him, nodding in understanding. He took a deep breath, you mirroring the action before he pressed his lips against yours, pushing into your entrance. You whined at the foreign feeling, pulling away from Isaac’s lips as you felt yourself being stretched painfully, tears collecting in your lashes.

Isaac pressed his lips to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, hugging your quivering form against him as he pushed himself into you completely. You groaned in discomfort as he peppered kisses on your cheeks, wiping your tears and nuzzling your neck. He muttered reassurances to you, remaining still and allowing you to adjust.

Still feeling the slight discomfort of pain, you shifted, rolling your hips slightly to which Isaac groaned on top of you, a burst of pleasure ripping through you. You moaned, pressing your lips to his ear, mumbling, “Move,” in a shaky moan.

Isaac didn’t hesitate to comply, pulling out slightly only to ram back into you, burying himself deep into you. You tossed you head back, moaning shamelessly as he rolled his hips against yours, his long strokes driving you closer and closer to the edge. He groaned your name, lips pressed against your shoulder, arms locking you against his body.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, your toes curling as his angle changed, slamming himself straight into your sensitive spot, a choked moan escaping your mouth. Wrapping your legs around his hips, his thrusts delved deeper, your walls squeezing around him, driving you both insane.

Release was fast approaching, your nails digging and scratching the pale skin of his back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, a bruise already forming. You shuddered as he leant close to your ear, a groan bivalve from his chest as he whispered, “Mine,” slamming into you repeatedly. You moaned loudly as the knot in your stomach exploded, your orgasm crashing over you, eyes rolling back as you arched into him. Moments later, Isaac released inside you, growling into your neck as he filed you, riding out his own orgasm, the two of you panting.

Pulling out of you, Isaac collected you in his arms, nuzzling into your neck as he drew you close. Still breathless, you smiled, brushing through his sweaty soaked hair before he pulled back, his blue eyes glowing against the post-orgasmic flush on his cheeks. Pressing a kiss on your nose, he grinning his cheeky grin, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You breathed a laugh at his cheesiness, cuddling into his warm chest as he pulled the covers over the two of you, turning off the light, as you drifted into sleep, “I love you, too, Isaac.”

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Can’t Help Falling in Love (Part 15)

Summary: The reader has tried continuously to fall out of love with Sam, however just when she thinks that she’s got it under her belt Sam comes waltzing right back into her life again undoing all of the hard work that you’ve worked toward.

A/N: Sorry guys, the updates are gonna be a little spaced out because of my exams but I already know how this gonna end and where I’m taking it so it will be finished, just at a slow pace, anyway, hope you enjoy, more plotty plot, here, Dean goes into your mind.

Warnings: Language, Mildly graphic descriptions of torture, Angst

Word count: 3880

Sam x Reader

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Ever since Dean announced his idea that was it, they all hit the books and were researching from dusk till dawn, night and day constantly trying to find something. It had been two days since Lilith had taken over your body and the boys hadn’t heard anything since, Cas and Meg had left to try and find anything from their outside sources but they also weren’t having much luck.

“Dean, you found anything?” Dean looks up from the book he’s currently scanning through, there are several scattered around him, Sam is sat opposite with a book of his own, he looks up at Dean with a hopeless look in his eye.

Dean sighs and closes his book “nope, nothing, honestly I’m starting to wonder if this is just a waste of time.”

Sam shakes his head “it’s not Dean, it can’t be, we just have to keep trying.”

Dean admires Sam’s resilience but is starting to worry that they might be wasting time “I think we should tell dad.”

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Lmao at ppl who are all “that was so out of nowhere. they had no development” “that’s not a romance manga.” “Eww sex, ewwwww how could they. Eww Touka is so horny (but apparently Kaneki is not because well… it’s Kaneki, who’s the purest thing in the world)”

I see your efforts to desperately find reasons to make it bad. You tried. Here, have some puppies to help you get over this chapter:

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oliverwvvd  asked:

You asked for procrastination material. Procrastination is my jam, so here we go. Flintwood (maybe some 'the war is over and they realise they've fallen hard' headcanons? entirely up to you, of course, my dear).

  • during the war, Marcus and Oliver find a clear overlapping ground in which their care for quidditch has to be put to the side, and their familial focus comes first
  • Wood isn’t too prominent of a name - Flint is. 
  • but by some turn of events 
  • (involving a death eater with a vendetta against quidditch’ ‘non-purity’, a rogue bludger amidst a nasty match, and terrified players apparating far far away)
  • three dark months happen, before the battle at Hogwarts, where they’re the only ones hiding in a safe house
  • and somewhere in between sleepless nights and moonlit skies and one firewhiskey hazy afternoon, Oliver realizes that he and Flint aren’t so different after all
  • except he goes to fight, but Marcus keeps his head low. It makes sense, really, when Oliver thinks about it afterwards - you can’t shoot curses and spells at people who you’ve known, who know you.
  • it makes sense in a Slytherin sort of way. a Marcus sort of way. and Oliver thinks he finally gets that
  • when he returns, he makes sure the wards are secure, and the door opens with a tell-tale creak, and he’s sure Marcus must’ve left, must’ve fled 
  • (there’s a hollowness in his chest, a panic that he can now put a name to, at the thought of that)
  • but then Flint is there, sitting immobile at the tabletop, rigid with fear and stubble and dark eye circles, wand clenched in hand
  • he sees Oliver and all the tension seems to evaporate off his shoulders
  • “it’s done?”
  • “it’s over.”
  • the chair screeches across the tiled floor and Oliver feels the urge he’s been fighting off for months resurface at the clear relief that Marcus’ face is showing - and he wonders what more Flint had at stake in the war, how much more there was than what Marcus had told him amidst midnight talks and - 
  • then Marcus is a foot in front of him and looking like he wants to crumple in Oliver’s arms. 
  • “didn’t realize,” his voice is quiet, “how much you - are to me. how much you mean.”
  • and Oliver realizes Marcus has put the name to the feeling as well. the same heart wrenching need and care that’s come to existence
  • “oh,” Oliver whispers, “oh, me too.”
  • and Marcus, in all his frazzled, relieved glory, steps closer and leans down and then the pieces all slot together and this - 
  • they won. they won, today, but this will always be Oliver’s personal victory.

anonymous asked:

Thanks! I have seen it (it'd probably be hard to find a Papyrus theory post I haven't seen, at this point) and my thoughts on it are somewhat the same as yours. Some weird things in general about him are his breaking of the fourth wall here and there (apparently he says at one point that he and Undyne will just stand there and repeat their lines over and over) and the fact that he implies he can SEE you in places ("where'd you go? I can't see you!" "That bag of dog food looks familiar")

* Oooo yes I’d love to see those! (And I’m sure others would too eh-heh)

* I don’t think I’ve seen the repeating lines one yet, but yeah! Those are a bunch of weird things that I sorta wondered about… along with things like Papyrus not staying consistent with what he knows >->

* (Aw, he knows Sans likes labs and science!)

* (Wait Paps I thought you knew what a lab was…)

* As far as I know, you can get both calls in either order.

Real- A Fluffy First Kiss Malec Fic

Since the 1x09 broke me I decided to write a happy fluff alternative first kiss story. Enjoy :3 I haven’t written a fanfiction in years so hopefully its not terrible Basically imagine the same ep. up to the scene where Magnus is sneaking Alec’s stele away from him.

Alec Lightwood had a lot on his mind.

Shrugging on his jacket he moved out of the room he’d been cleaning his wound in only to find himself face to face with Magnus Bane. He took a solid step back pursing his lips and doing his best not to look nervous around the warlock. Magnus did not seem to notice. If anything he seemed nervous himself as he talked about enchanting the Institute. It was hard for Alec to grasp the concept of someone like Magnus. The warlock seemed to always be frilling around talking a mile a minute about anything that came to his head. Wishing to get back to his duties he cleared his throat, “We really appreciate your help, Magnus. I have to get back to-“

“Alexander?” Magnus said, his voice quipping up at the end as if asking him to stay. Alec watched as the warlock moved closer to him, his hands clasped together in front of him neatly. Alec wanted to leave some more space between them but he supposed it was fine. With no one around to see them together like earlier he felt a bit less edgy around the Warlock. That was until Magnus looked up at him through dark lashes and smiled kindly.

Alec ignored the way his heart picked up in pace.

“I heard about the engagement and I just wanted to say-“ Magnus began.

Alec felt like if he didn’t interrupt Magnus would say something that would make him doubt himself even further in his decisions, “Magnus I really don’t think-“

“I just wanted to say,” Magnus said with a bit more force, “that if this is you following your heart then…I’m happy for you. All I want is for you to be happy. I heard you proposed yourself! You are taking matters into your own hands and…and that’s something.” The warlock seemed to be struggling with his words. Alec was not sure he’d ever seen Magnus so openly anxious before. He appeared to be trying to pick out the right words carefully, “the only thing is I’m worried about your…emotional future.”

“My what? Magnus,” he said licking his lips a moment as he met the warlock’s cat-eyes, “I’m going to be fine. Family means everything to me and I am making this work for me on my terms.”

“And I’m proud of you for that, I really am,” Magnus said, his eyes lighting up a bit with genuine happiness. Alec did not know why he felt guilty all of a sudden. Talking about this with Magnus was harder than he thought it would be. He supposed he understood now the warlock thought him attractive. Alec did not want to hurt his feelings but he had to put his own first. He’d been avoiding this confrontation though. It was why he’d been so crabby earlier when Magnus had offered to heal him. He swallowed down the urge to apologize for his rash behavior earlier. Magnus grinned at him and Alec found the sudden mirth a bit confusing. The warlock before him seemed to be flip-flopping through emotions, “I believe though you are not sure what your heart truly wants. I wouldn’t hold it against you, most of us haven’t a clue about what we truly desire. I would like it if you could find some time to come see me at Pandemonium tonight. Maybe around 11?” Before Alec could find an excuse to deny him he was cut off with Magnus leaning in closer to him leaving only a few inches of space between them, “you need to see what you will be missing out on.”

Alec found himself nodding and before he knew it Magnus was gone, flittered away to go do God knew what. Alec was left with his lips lightly apart starring off after him. What the hell did he just get himself into?

He found himself outside of Isabelle’s room knocking lightly on his sister’s door. She opened it with a suspicious look on her face which quickly turned into a frown, “…what is it?”

“I need your help,” Alec said, grimacing at the look of delight that came upon his sister’s face, “…it’s about Magnus.” She grew even more amused as she opened the door wider so he could enter. The room was painted a dark purple and Isabelle had her clothes and her frilly things all over the place. Alec stepped carefully over the piles of clothes he could avoid touching and sat on his sister’s bed. She closed the door and turned to lean against it with her arms crossed over her chest, a winsome smile on her dark red lips. She seemed expectant so Alec decided he should try to explain, “He asked me to meet him at Pandemonium tonight and I’m not sure what to wear-“

“He asked you out on a date?!” Isabelle said, eyes lighting up as she hopped down on the bed next to him her legs neatly folded to the side like a mermaid.

“It is not a date,” Alec said though he wasn’t sure he was right about that. His chest tightened at the thought that he had just agreed to a date when he was engaged to Lydia. He had not meant to. He wanted to add a reason why it wasn’t a date but with a sense of horror and dread he couldn’t think of a single one.

“Of course you need to ask me about what to wear. This is your first date, isn’t it? Oh I’m so excited for you!” Isabelle said in one breath as she hopped out of the bed and dragged him to his room. Alec tried not to freak out as his sister began rummaging through his closet and throwing his shirts about. He grabbed a few out of the air before they hit the ground, unhappy with how wrinkled everything was now.

“Strip,” Isabelle commanded, her back to him as she kept looking through his clothes. He held back a twitch of a smile as he saw her tapping her heeled boot on the ground, hip jutting out to the side as she tried to no doubt find something flashy. He did want to look, well, normal at the club. At least enough to fit in and not make a scene as a shadowhunter. His thoughts fell back to Magnus and how close he’d been just moments ago. The warlock seemed to pay no attention to personal space. For some reason though all Alec could recall clearly was how the warlock had smelled of leather, scotch and something sort of sweet like jasmine. He was changing from his fifth shirt Isabelle had thrown back at him when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Alec called out. After a moment the door opened and Clary stood on the other side of it. Alec had been pretty sure the girl had no idea where his room was since she was always pining after Jace. She must have been lost.

To his surprise she entered with confidence and smiled politely at him, “Alec I was hoping I would find you here. Hey, Izzy.”

“Hey, Clary,” Isabelle hummed out, her voice musical and amused still.

“What can I do for you, Clary,” Alec asked though there wasn’t an ounce of excitement in his voice.

“…what are you wearing?” Clary asked as she looked him up and down. Alec followed the line of her eyes to see he was in some sort of crop top. Immediately he stripped it off and threw it at the back of Isabelle’s head as she began to giggle loudly.

“How did your clothes get mixed with my clothes?” Alec said as he picked up a regular black sleeveless tee from the floor and slipped it on instead, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

“You really need to shop more often, hermano,” Isabelle said as she turned to grin at him, “that was your shirt from ages ago before your growth spurt. Why you insist on keeping old and raggedy things is beyond me. Though…you know that looks pretty good. You need black pants though.” With that she turned back to shredding his closet.

“Are you going somewhere?” Clary asked curiously. Alec’s shoulders tensed a bit and he could tell Isabelle was purposefully focusing more on the closet before her to avoid the question. He sighed out as he turned back to Clary, “I’m going to pandemonium to meet up with Magnus.”

“You are going on a date with Magnus?” Clary said, to his surprise perking up at the thought.

“…it’s not a date,” Alec repeated though his voice had a more whispery tone to it. Honestly at this point he wasn’t even sure if he could believe himself. Worry filling his light colored eyes he sighed out, “Clary, you can’t tell Jace.”

Jaw dropping slightly she seemed taken aback by the insinuation that she would. Green eyes blinking blankly for a moment she nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I agree with Izzy though. That shirt and some black jeans would look perfect. I wish you well on your nondate.”

“What did you want to ask me by the way?” Alec asked curiously.

“Oh, it can wait,” Clary said with a bit of a laugh, her eyebrows waggled and Alec frowned as he heard Izzy giggle behind him, “you need to focus no your nondate right now.”

The genuine smile she was giving him was making him uncomfortable. Luckily at that very moment Izzy had pulled out the tightest black jeans he owned and had thrown them at his head before insisting he let the two girls do something about his hair. This was going to be a long night.

The loud thumping of music inside the club could be heard thrumming along the outside walls as Alec made his way in. He’d gone with the outfit the two girls had suggested but had gotten frustrated with the hairstyles they were suggesting. Instead his hair was as messy as ever. He waited in line patiently only to be let in rather quickly when he told the bouncer who he was. Apparently he was on some sort of list. Trying not to think so much about what he was doing here he moved through the crowd of people dancing. The flashy lights made it hard to make out much of anything. Luckily for him his height provided for him as he scanned over people’s heads to find Magnus on the far right of the club, sitting with some intimidating looking friends on a black sofa.

Magnus looked magnificent. He had not noticed Alec yet and the shadowhunter found it rather adorable how commanding the warlock was when he was in his zone. He had one leg crossed over the other, an arm around one scantily clad blonde girl with a leash around her neck and the other hand was holding a drink. There was such an elegance and ease to him Alec almost wanted to turn back now knowing he could never quite compare.

Magnus caught his gaze then and stood right up making his way through the crowd of people between them with much more grace and elegance than Alec could ever hope to muster. Now that he was closer Alec could see Magnus was wearing some sort of black mesh shirt that clung to his body so tightly Alec was not sure if the design was painted on or not. Paired with bright lime green pants the warlock looked as fashionable as ever. Alec kept his eyes on the warlock’s though the mesh shirt was making it difficult to concentrate. Black kohl lined eyes flashed up at him.

Magnus didn’t even bother with a ‘hello’. He moved right up to Alec’s ear and a bit loudly to be heard over the incessant dance music said, “Why do you shadowhunters insist on always being covered head to toe in weapons. Nothing is going to happen to you here, Alexander.”

Despite Magnus being so loud the intimacy of him being so close made Alec nervously laugh feeling a bit sheepish about the weapons. He shrugged as an answer, “force of habit I guess.”


Alec leaned in and spoke in Magnus’s ear, smelling that scotch-jasmine mixed scent again, “force of habit I guess. I’m sorry.”

Magnus laughed and the sound was deep and rumbly. Alec found himself feeling a bit flustered by how just the sound of the other man’s laugh could make his stomach tighten so. Magnus’s arms snaked up around Alec’s neck pulling him closer, “dance with me,” the warlock said as he began moving his hips along to the beat of the music. Alec, despite his best effort, remained perfectly still. Magnus’s hand on the back of his neck felt outrageously warm and he felt laser focused on the way the warlock was moving against him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but his mouth was dry and as Magnus pulled his hands onto his hips he found himself rather speechless.

Alec could not help but look down to see Magnus’s abs and chest glistening with a bit of sweat through the holes in his shirt. His hands were barely grasping on to the warlock’s waist. He was afraid if he touched him too deeply he’d never be able to pull his hands off of him-

Magnus’s voice was at his ear again, smooth and collected as ever, “you don’t seem to be having much fun. Tonight is supposed to be about you having fun.”

“I- it’s not that, I just don’t really dance. This isn’t my idea of fun. Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” Magnus said and smiled brightly. Alec felt his breath catch in his throat. The warlock winked up at him, “what is your idea of fun then?”

New York blinked up through a million lights. Magnus sat on the edge of the rooftop staring down at the wondrous beauty of the city before him. Taking a moment to glance over at Alexander, who for some reason had chosen to look out over the rooftop at the city several feet away from him, Magnus grinned to himself, “you know with all the years I have been here, and there have been many, I have never seen the city quite like this before. Thank you…for bringing me here. How did you find this place?” They were on top of some abandoned skyscraper project. The floors below them did not even have proper walls to keep the night out. The breeze of the night flowed freely and mussed up the shadowhunters hair leaving it wilder than before. Alexander mumbled about having found the place with Isabelle and Jace when they’d been on a demon mission before Clary had come into their lives.

“This city is constantly surprising me…it keeps me on my toes,” Magnus said as he wiggled his feet in Alec’s direction, prompting a small smile from the boy. Magnus supposed it wasn’t just the city anymore constantly surprising him. He never would have imagined himself crushing on a shadowhunter like this. If past him had heard about this from present him he was sure he would have slapped himself in the face till he came back to his senses.

Alec had a dreamy look on his handsome face as he stared out at the beautiful view. Before Magnus could make a quip about it Alec spoke up, “I always feel free here just looking out over the world.”

The illusion was short lived. Despite how tall and wide shouldered Alec was Magnus always saw him as small and caving in on himself. He did not like to take up too much space it seemed. Alec seemed so far away right now as he stared out at the view of the city. He probably did not realize he looked so pained. Magnus resisted the urge to reach out to him and bring him back to the rooftop.

Moving towards Alec Magnus stopped a few feet away from him, hands clenching on his sides in an urge to not touch the boy before him, “I’m not sure how free you will feel once you are married, Alexander.”

“I thought you said you were happy for me. This marriage is the key to me getting everything I have ever wanted. Everything I deserve.”

“You don’t know what you are missing out on and you could regret that,” Magnus said as softly as possible. He did not want this night to be about the engagement but he could not help but bring it up.

“Magnus I know you are trying to be my friend right now but-“

“I’m not.”

Alec looked over at him, brows furrowed, “what?”

Settling his mind Magnus closed the space between him and Alec, forcing the shadowhunter to face him directly. Alec teetered a bit before him and Magnus could tell from the line of his shoulders that he was stiffening up at the lack of space between them.

Magnus licked his lips and took in a deep and steady breath, “I don’t want to be just your friend, Alexander, and you know that. I have been clear about it. I do want you to be happy though no matter what choices you make. So I will be supportive of this…marriage. If you think it will give you all you wat then so be it. I just…want to show you something first and I promise I won’t ever mention how I feel again.”


He closed what little space there was left between them with a kiss. It was soft at first as Magnus took in the fullness of Alec’s lips against his own, the feel of them making his heart race and his knees buckle a bit. He gripped at Alec’s sleeveless t-shirt just to have something to hold on to. He could feel Alec’s abs against the fabric of the shirt and spread his fingers widely over them. For a moment Alec didn’t react and Magnus was sure he’d be pulled off of him any second now. Instead he felt Alec begin to kiss him back, his hands wrapping around the small of Magnus’s back and pulling him flush against him. Magnus pulled away for a moment only to catch his breath and try to stop his heart from hammering right out of his immortal chest when Alec kissed him again more fervently. Magnus moved his hands up Alec’s chest, reveling in being able to finally touch him like he’d wanted to for so long, and dug them into Alec’s dark hair.

Alec’s teeth grazed Magnus’s lower lip and though he knew in the back of his mind they should stop the warlock found himself groaning against the shadowhunter’s kiss instead. It made Alec smile against his lips and before he could do anything about it he felt Alec’s hands roaming up his back, feeling their way up to his shoulder blades making him shiver. The way Alec was holding him so close and so tightly like he was a precious thing made Magnus want to scream out. Alec would be gentle like this. Of course he would be. Desire blossoming in his chest Magnus kissed Alec again harder this time, almost throwing them off balance on the rooftop. His kisses slipped past Alec’s lips to his cheeks and nose and neck and ears, which made the shadowhunter shiver.

Alec’s hands slipped back down his back gripping him even tighter than before and Magnus wanted so badly to just jump on the boy before him and have those hands grip his ass but…instead he pulled way. Opening his eyes he could not help but laugh at bit at the wondrous look on Alec’s face. Hands reaching out as Alec stumbled backwards and almost managed to fall off the damn building a giggle escaped the warlock’s throat, “two feet firmly back on the ground, Alexander. I’d hate to have to explain to everyone you fell off the roof because I kissed you.”

Alec’s jaw had dropped open and he was blinking madly as if Magnus had just spoken to him in another language. Magnus took note of how flushed Alec’s cheeks and lips were and how he seemed lovelier like this and confused and blushing. Magnus had to keep a mental note of just how cute Alec looked when he was dumbfounded by a kiss. A first kiss. A perfect kiss.

“I should get you back home,” he said and Alec nodded absently. Another laugh escapes Magnus as Alec slipped on the stairs of the fire escape, seemingly still dazed, “are you alright?” he asked but he knows the boy isn’t. He knows because he isn’t. When Alec turns to him and holds out his hand for him he can feel his stomach doing flips inside him as he accepts the hand. Both running down the fire escape, hands clasped tightly together, laughing a bit at the giddiness they both feel Magnus wasn’t sure of much at that moment. Only that he’d follow Alec anywhere he led him.

Sneaking back into the institute was easy enough for Alec. It was the dead of night and though a few shadowhunters were up and about working the institute was mostly deserted. He still could feel his skin tingling from where Magnus had kissed him and his lips felt on fucking fire still. He felt astonished as he moved through the hallways silently replaying the night over and over in his mind. Getting to his room and noticing Izzy had left his clothes all over the place he ignored the mess and laid down on the bed facing the ceiling. He could feel it all still, the excitement, the fear, the freefall feeling of being kissed by Magnus and having the audacity to kiss him back. He could hear the melodic sound of Magnus’s voice telling him to get both of his feet firmly back on the ground. He shook his head at the memory.

“…I am so fucked,” he whispered to himself after a few moments of silence but there was smile on his face he couldn’t quite shake off.


Jily Week Day 7: Anything Goes

He walks with his hand interlinked with hers.

The anonymity of this Muggle town is comforting. Among their peers, half the time it seems as though they have ‘Pure-blood’ and 'Muggle-born’ marked on their backs.They refuse to be shamed, but all the same, it would be nice if they could go on a date without hearing filth spew out of the mouths of their onlookers. It feels like the dirty words seep into their skin, poisoning them from the inside out. It fills their stomachs with lead and makes their footsteps heavy.

James feels free, swinging her hand along with his as they stride. In this quiet place, there is no war. There are no forces trying to pull them apart, to make them bleed so they can tell them that what flows through their veins is somehow different. 

To a Muggle town, James Potter and Lily Evans are nothing but a pair of teenagers in love.

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anonymous asked:

Can we all just agree we're horrible people? Because I'll admit, I did that on purpose (sort of) to see if I got variable dialogue. Initially it was for low health, which did not have any variation in dialogue so I can technically bleed all over the house with no consequences. But then I got trapped between a bunch of void spirits and died while furiously right-clicking on the ladder to get out. That was on level 115. Sam, why did you risk going down to level 115?

I 100% agree~ Just a side story, After adding my screenshots of Sam saving me from the mines I dragged my farmer’s half dead butt out of the mine and apparently triggered Linus’ 5 heart event. I was laughing so hard because all I could see was my farmer bleeding all over Linus’ tent and fire as he was pouring his heart out about her being a good friend to him. Like, the villagers literally don’t care if you’re dying and I find it mildly hilarious.

Also, this is literally the only reason I can see Sam braving the mines.

Even if he has to drag the farmer back home he will get his cuddles and smooches! His drive scares all the monsters away~

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anonymous asked:

Moonbin scenario when you have to babysit your nephew/niece and he or she is a brat. Thank youuu ❤

thanks for the request. anon! this was my first scenario for astro and I hope that I didn’t disappoint! if it isn’t what you wanted, I can write you something else. thanks for reading! - maddi (it’s hard to find gifs of our lovely binnie)

Originally posted by yvnchan

“Binnie, I can’t go out tonight. My aunt just called and asked for a last minute babysitter. Apparently my uncle is really sick.” You explained over the phone, throwing what you would need at your aunt’s house into a duffel bag.

“That’s okay, (Y/N)! I’ll come with you!” Moonbin replied, and you heard him talking to Jinwoo and explaining what he was doing. “I’ll be over your apartment soon, jagi! Don’t leave without me.” He added and hung up on you.

“(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m taking your uncle to the hospital. Min Soo should go to bed by nine and there is plenty of food in the kitchen!” Your aunt explained quickly as you walked in the door. “Oh! Who’s this, by the way?” She paused mid-stride, looking from you to Moonbin.

“This is Moonbin, he’s my boyfriend.” You explained, grinning at Bin, who had spotted your niece watching tv in the living room. “He’s really good with kids, so I brought him along to help.” You added as your aunt nodded.

“Min Soo shouldn’t give you any issues. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.” She finished, grabbing her jacket and purse. “Again, thank you so much for coming over last minute. I really owe you one.” She ran out of the door, leaving you and Moonbin alone with your niece.

“Hi Min Soo! What are you doing?” You asked, squatting down to her size. She ignored what you said and continued to watch her show. “Are you watching Pororo?” You tried again. Once again, she ignored you. You ran your hands through your hair nervously. How were you supposed to babysit her when she wouldn’t even reply to you?

“Hi Min Soo. I’m Moonbin.” You heard from behind you. Min Soo instantly looked up at the figure that was behind you, smiling. She waved and patted the spot next to her.

“Come on Moonbin!! I want to watch Pororo with you!” Min Soo instantly warmed up to Moonbin. You looked at him as he passed you, him having a huge grin on his face.

All night, Min Soo had been a brat to you. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with you and constantly ignored your efforts for anything. As soon as Moonbin walked in the room, she would run up to him and ask him for the things you had been offering her.

“Min Soo-ah, it’s time for bed!” Moonbin yelled from her bedroom, and she went running from the living room to him. “I’ll even read you a story.” He added, and you swore you could hear the brat squealing from excitement.

After he put her to bed, Moonbin joined you on the couch.

“(Y/N), Min Soo was talking to me in there.” He started, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Oh yeah? What did she say? That she hates her cousin and wants my Binnie all to herself?” You stated, a cold tone in your voice.

“Listen, I know you’re upset. But she was telling me about how she was scared for her dad and you’re the closest thing she has to him besides her mom. And she was only ignoring you because she didn’t know what was going on and that she didn’t think you knew either. She said she latched onto me because I’m a male figure here for her.” Moonbin said, and you turned to look at him.

“Did she really say that?’ You asked, tilting your head to the side. He nodded and leaned in, kissing your nose.

“So before you get upset, just know that she wasn’t mad at you for any reason. In fact, she really loves you, (Y/N).” He added, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, you did well tonight. I’m proud of you, Moonbin. I’ll have to bring you back with me when Min Soo isn’t being a brat.” You said and placed a kiss on his lips.

so that au post going around has this on it:

  • ‘i’m pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u’ AU

and s omeone needed to make a tuckington version and oh look my hand slipped

They’d promised him they wouldn’t fucking do this, leave Wash alone at the bar – again – because It’s your birthday, you asshole! and No man gets left behind! But this is North and York he’s talking about, and Wash really should’ve known better.

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By Her Standards.

Another little thing I got the idea for, just a short stupid little Sherlolly thingy.

‘Uhm Sherlock’ John asked tentatively as he walked through the door to the consulting detectives flat, only to meet the man in question clad in nothing more than his trusted sheet.

Sherlock gave a curt nod to let John know he’d acknowledged his presence, but continued his rattling around the kitchen. Trying to evade tipping over his experiments as he searched for a clean mug.

‘Mary and I are worried about Molly; she hasn’t been at work for a week. Mike told us she took a vacation, but you know that’s very unlike her.’

John could basically tell that Sherlock was rolling his eyes.

‘Molly’s here John, obviously.’ Sherlock informed the former army doctor.

‘Here, is she in my old room? I’d love to talk to her, there’s a new body in apparently, and actually Greg asked for her.’ John asked, trying to avoid asking exactly why Molly was here. Then again maybe she was helping Sherlock on cases since John had not heard from him the last couple of days either.

‘No, my room. She’s sleeping.’

‘Well where were you last night, have you just been doing experiments, like that?’ John asked and pointed to Sherlocks almost naked form.

‘No I was in my bed.’ Sherlock replied casually.

‘And Molly had no trouble sleeping with you naked next to her, somehow I find that hard to believe Sherlock.’ John said shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Oh I never said we were sleeping.’

Sherlock walked to his room, opening the door, taking a soft look at the shape of a very sleepy specialist registrar on his bed.

‘John came up next to him, his eyes falling to Molly as well, - a very naked Molly, - John found himself happy that Sherlock had another sheet.

‘So what, you’re dating?’ John asked with eyes wide in disbelief.

‘No, not dating we know each other far too well to just be dating.’ Sherlock answered, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

John didn’t really understand what Sherlock meant until his eyes fell on Molly’s hand, finger more specifically.

Sherlock was wearing a full on grin as soon as he saw the second John realised the truth, it had been a long time coming, and if there ever was one thing Sherlock would ever regret, it was that he’d hurt his Molly so much in the process.

They both watched as she started to move, stretching her arms, and yawning widely.

‘You’re going to marry this arsehole Molly; you’re a lot braver than I thought.’ John said once again shaking his head in disbelief.

Molly gave a squeak and pulled the sheet further up her body.

‘Uhm, well he can be rather persuasive,’ she admitted almost shyly, turning her gaze down to her hands.

John turned to Sherlock about to ask him yet another question; the look on the consulting detectives face however, stopped him.

John didn’t make it all the way down the stairs before he heard yet another squeak from the small woman now engaged to one Sherlock Holmes.

He was just happy he made it out of the building before the squeaks turned into something more.

Artistic!(canon!)Sirius Headcanon part 2
(part one)
  • “if you really just like exploring the male figure, why don’t you even draw me?” 
  • Sirius was shading his latest work, he seriously didn’t have time for more of James’ nonsense. He just gave him one of his glares, a commend to shut-up which never worked 
  • “Or even our little friend Peter’s. I mean, that’s a figure as well, not everyone can be as Greek God Like some of us” he then spread his hands to both sides, presenting himself to an absent crowd. 
  • Sirius just rolled his eyes, ten years was enough to be over James’ half-pretend pride.  
  • “I like his scars, I think they are…”
  • “fascinating to draw” James was still using his hands for over-dramatics. 
  • “Yes we know” James was annoyed. “you used that excuse last time. Time to come up with a better one.” He gave Sirius a pat on the knee, as if motivating him at quidditch halftime “he’s gonna notice eventually” 
  • Sirius couldn’t decide if he was anxious or yearning for that day to come. 

  • “why do I even bother!” 
  • Seeing Ramus so upset, at the world and himself rather than other people, was still startling no matter how often it seemed to be happening lately 
  • Sirius was half asleep when Remus entered and threw his jacket on the bed, he was still lying down when he asked Remus what happened, his voice heavy with worry as if Remus’ life had been threatened.
  • Both didn’t seem to care of Sirius’ disturbed sleep as he rose to sit on the bed. (and if any of them were, it wasn’t Sirius…)
  • “It’s just never going to work. The moment they touch me, the moment I think of touching them. I just… freeze. “
  • 5 years of sleeping next to each other. Sirius knew when to shut up and allow Remus the space to collect himself before continuing. 
  • Remus took a heavy breath, sitting down on his bed, back arched forward, eyes buried in the corner of room, fingers digging into his skull, moving backwards  through his hair. 
  • (Sirius made a mental note to draw just that later, when Remus is asleep and no one would be down by the fire at the common room)
  • “This is when I hate it the most, the wolf… He took so much away from me, and now this.”
  • Remus finally caught Sirius’ eyes “Roman thinks I’m repulsed by him, and he has no reason not to. I couldn’t touch him, I… all I could see was us kissing and then he takes my shirt off and he notices and…”
  • Sirius’ blood was beginning to heat up. Because Remus was being stupid, because someone else wasn’t appreciating how amazing Remus is, because Remus wanted someone else to see through that, anyone. But that anyone apparently didn’t include Sirius. 
  • “He made me ugly.” 
  • Sirius never saw Remus cry over what he was, and it was heartbreaking even before Remus said the most awful thing Sirius even heard “and now I do - I make myself ugly, every full moon. I make it worse and worse.” 
  • Sirius swallowed hard before finding his voice 
  • “Come over here” he told him, and the fact Remus didn’t hesitate even for a second was lost on him out of familiarity. 
  • Remus was leaning back on his elbows, one hand behind Sirius back, painfully not touching. He stayed like that, observing Sirius leaning down to get his satchel from under his bed. 
  • “Here” he placed a sketchbook, the muggle one Remus bought him last Christmas.  
  • Remus smiled, it had been a while since he was allowed to look at Sirius’ drawings, he recognized the gesture for trust and friendship. (but not more). 
  • And there he was. Between dragons and snitches and cats and Snape catching on fire. There he as. 
  • His face magnified to show every detail, every line. His shoulder when a t-shirt run down, exposing collar bone. His torso, his back, his chest… all of them scared, yet beautiful.
  • “That’s not me” Remus closed the sketchbook, throwing it on the bed, and then pushing away for good measure. “that’s not…”
  • Sirius just shrugged, it was so innocent. Sirius fingertips sailed on the hardcover, as if he was drawing invisibly 
  • “I just… drew what I see”
  • “you’re trying to help, but you can’t. No one can stop this. Once a month I’m alone, it’s almost like I’m not even there myself to stop me.” 
  • Sirius wanted to object, but then Remus fingers were under his jaw, his thumb tracing the same line twice, jawline to cheekbone. But he knew he had no charcoal stains. 
  • “Thanks” Remus’ eyes shined, Sirius hand stopped flat on his sketchbook, pressing it down as Remus touch became a ghost still lingering on his skin.
  • Remus rose, “you should go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up, for nothing really”
  • “it wasn’t nothing” it was such a law whisper it didn’t travel even the hardly 5 feet between them. 
  • Sirius lay down, keeping his eyes on Remus, at the hard muscles of his back as they flexed to remove the shirt over his head. 
  • The half-moon gave enough light for the scars to shine silver, the colour of werewolves’ death
  • He decided, made an oath to himself. He will work harder than he ever in classes or on the quidditch pitch or on finding new ways to hex Snivellus. 
  • He’d never let Remus be alone during full moons again. 


jedi-ren  asked:

Hi scout :) I had a dream last night that i was painting faces at a carnival and you showed up asking for six Disney princesses to be painted on your face. And I couldnt paint them right so I gave up and painted spiders instead. It was a weird dream.