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BEST FICS OF 2016 REC LIST

Ah, another new year, another new rec list. So, to reiterate, fics could have been started at the very end of 2015, but they had to have been finished in 2016 to count for the rec list. So fics can’t have started in 2016 and finished these past few days - those fics won’t count for this list. 

*** The main fics recced on this list will be Sterek, but I also read a few other fics from other fandoms this year and I wish to share them on this list too. Enjoy!

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Sterek:

*Not a Promise by eeyore9990 (1,574 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Promises can be broken. Stiles’ love for Derek cannot.

That’s a fact.

But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.

*the office by stilinskisparkles (3,197 words | Rated T | One-Shot) 

“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”

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“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”

*Always Had the Key by Omni (3,304 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

*”Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis (3,408 words | Not Rated | One-Shot)

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.

*When Your Teachers Have No Chill by giantteenwolforgy (4,314 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Derek’s not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be. 

*How to Pretend You’re Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales by KuriKuri (5,347 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.

Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.

Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.

(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)

*Little Talks by Vendelin (5,387 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.”

Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.

*The Witching Hour by MellytheHun (8,129 words | Rated T | One-Shot)

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born.

*feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles (11,432 words | Rated M | One-Shot)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

*Are You Happy by theabominablesnowman (33,180 words | Rated G | One-Shot)

Stiles has been away for work for a little over two weeks, and Derek and their son are getting antsy about it. (Who wouldn’t?)

Or, a few days in the life of the Hale-Stilinski family, and a whole lot of fluff.

The Foxhole Court:

*Lessons in Cartography by crazy_like_a (121,717 words | Rated E | 37/37 Chapters) 

Nora mentioned in her extra content that Neil slowly maps out Andrew’s body and then this fic happened. Starts after The King’s Men.

The Captive Prince:

*Kings Reign by idratherhaveyou (191,070 words | Rated M | 32/32 Chapters) 

Directly following the events of Kings Rising. Damen is on bed rest and Laurent is taking care of him. What follows is their story and the story of two kingdoms becoming one.

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*If We’re Falling in Love by sunfair (20,312 words | Rated E | One-Shot)

Madison, July 2015: over two days, everything changes.

It’s the holidays and during the holidays you express your thanks and love for things that are important so

here’s a list of bug fics that make me physically stressed with their greatness, and to which I would like to say thank you.

It’s Miraculous Ladybug, just to clear any confusion.

This fandom is the first to drive me to actually read fanfic and B O I let me tell you, I have had a fantastic time. Anyway have a list of fics that I love very, very much, so much that I scream at my friends when they update and sometimes stop reading in the middle of chapters because I don’t want them to end.

  • (The) Adventures of Adrienbug and Chat Mari by @wintermoth
    • kwami swap kwami swap kwAMI SWAP NEED I SAY MORE
    • sick ass kwami swap and rewrites of eps as well as summer bonding origin goodness
    • the cutest design of a chat noire suit and super great powers and characterization
    • several parts completed, most recent is ongoing
  • Broken Hearts Club by @frostedpuffs
    • another fantastic fic from the beautiful bean who brought us Truthful Scars
    • basically the receiving ends of love confessions turn the other down and sadness ensues
    • there’s only two chapters right now but oh dang get ready for the heartbreak and then the MariChat bonding I am very excited
  • Cohabitation (And Other Disastrous Ideas) by @bullysquadess
    • I cannot believe that this is the first fic I’ve read by Bully bc she is a fantastic writer you bet I’mma binge all of TLATB this break I’m super pumped BUT ANYWAY
    • roommate aged up best buds to lovers is there anything more you could possibly want I mean come on
    • four chapters so far and they’re short but super sweet and great
  • Hacking the Ladyblog by @quicksilversquared
    • a one shot but let m e t e l l y o u
    • I am all about the kids on the social medias okay
    • which is not exactly what this is but it’s still fantastic Adrien is spot on and everyone is clueless as usual
    • if someone knows if that au where they run twitters and such is an actual fic please tell me what it is
    • the one where ladybug makes all the official accounts and they’re inactive for a year and then they post for the first time and the public loses their shit that one I can’t find the post
  • Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too) by @loosescrewslefty and @miracufic
    • basically what sold me on MariChat as a Love Square Favorite and good golly it is so good
    • Love Square shenanigans and baking fluff that has somehow become heart wrenching angst hoW DARE
    • top notch characterization and the two different writing styles mesh together really well
    • fifteen chapters, ongoing
  • Keep It In Your Plants by @reyxa
    • OKAY. O K A Y S O
    • I DO NOT HAVE THE WORDS TO EXPRESS THE EXTENT TO WHICH I L O V E THIS FIC
    • fluff galore, flower shop au, coffee shop au, now a freaking fake married au, it’s just domestic garbage up and down it’s so good
    • aged up friends to lovers awkward adorableness with cats and flower language and pu r i t y
    • like seriously if there is any fic on this list that you MUST read it’s this one because I swear to whatever that you will not regret it
    • also that title like come on
    • seven chapters (cries), ongoing
  • Lucky Us by @geek-fashionista
    • okay so I might have lied a little bit bc this is also a must read
    • again I do not have the w o r d s to expressssssss
    • more aged up domestic fluff I think I’m noticing a pattern but anyway this is a bakery au
    • which is kind of redundant bc wow yes it’s Marinette’s bakery BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE
    • IT’S EMA I L
    • AND THEY HANG OUT AND EAT CAKE AFTER HOURS
    • AND TRY TO SET THEIR BFFS UP AND IN THE PROCESS GO ON D A T E S (fake dating au, hell yes)
    • also sold me on Adrien Chloe best friend stuff because that’s some good shit
    • eleven chapters, ongoing
    • the recent one killed me but that’s every chapter let’s be real here the dialogue is to die for
  • Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman (NSFW)
    • UM, I MEAN, WHAT IS THERE NOT TO COMPLIMENT ABOUT THIS ONE AMMIRITE
    • one of the first fics I read, went in cautious and now am extremely emotionally invested
    • aged up, very humorous, excellent characterization, dialogue level through the roof, and every plot point and surprise s l a y s
    • hanging out bonding to hanging up bondage ya know what I mean
    • but seriously you could just read for the plot and still be sent rampaging about these kids I swear I just need Marinette to have financial and residential security frickin
    • twenty one chapters, ongoing
  • to you, i thee wed by @miraculousturtle / @megamegaturtle
    • see, this one, this is a real tricky one
    • bc it’s like a fake marriage au
    • but it’s r e a l
    • more aged up domestic fluff wow definite trend
    • the premise is a bit hard to understand at first but then it’s explained and you’re whisked away to a wonderful fluffy awkward married acquaintances to friends to feelings to lovers and I just
    • I love it
    • seven chapters, ongoing

Wow this post is much, much longer than I expected it to be but that’s okay I really needed to say thank you to these amazing writers for these fics. They’re all so fantastic.

May everyone have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!

Please bear in mind that I have literally 40+ tabs open on my phone of unread fics, as well as a bunch of bookmarks, many of which include The Big Ones so if there’re some missing that you think should be on here, that’s the dealio.

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Hey all my tumblr friends!! I finally got around to finishing a new SUPERCAT piece! I’m sorry I’ve been distant. Had a busy summer. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy my newest illustration of Supergirl and Cat Grant. :) I’ll be uploading a speed painting to show how I paint these from start to finish soon. The painting is to mimic The Pietà 

In this image, Cat is seen crying over a defeated Supergirl with National City on fire behind them. Is it her final battle? Nah. I don’t think it’s that easy to take down our Girl of Steel. ;) Many hours of work but here it is! Enjoy!

The Pietà

WARNING!!
SUPERGIRL ARTWORK BELONGS TO ME. DO NOT USE OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN! But, feel free to use as a wallpaper or share elsewhere but just give me credit. Thank you! -Ginger Anne London :) Enjoy! 

i remember being in new york and eating at this diner. i had just ordered my burger and it was enormous. the portion of fries was enormous. the tomato slice was the size of my bun. the cup of iced tea was enormous. everything was enormous. 

next to my sister and i was a normal couple with what looked like their 10 y/o daughter and she was merrily eating a pizza the size of the shit i normally shared with my friends whereas i was by then having trouble finishing my food 

americans are monsters

Hold Still and Pucker Up

Summary: Pidge hates lipstick, Shiro changes her mind.  In a world where Pidge is slightly older and she’s in a healthy relationship with Shiro.  Plus @besh-drawing-stuff needs a little pick me up. :D


The stuff feels tacky and gross.  “Allura do I really have to wear this?”  Pidge whines to the princess. 

“Yes.” Allura says tersely. “This is a formal occasion Pidge, and what’s wrong with lipstick?  The color looks wonderful on you.”

“I look like a clown.” Or maybe she can pretend she’s a wild animal that just ripped into its fresh kill. Pidge bares her teeth in the mirror. The action does make her feel a little bit better.

“Nonsense, red suits you well.  Besides I’ve seen you apply makeup to your lips before.” Allura leans over to share the mirror, finishing the last touches on her own face. 

“That’s different.” Chapstick or a little bit of lip-gloss is much superior.  You don’t notice it if it comes off and it doesn’t stick to your teeth. 

Allura tugs her away from the mirror to the door.  “No it is not.   Now let’s go, the others are waiting.” 

Of course the others look dashing in their formal wear.  Shiro especially. 

“Wow.” Shiro says breathlessly.  “You look amazing.” 

Pidge tries not to melt. They’ve only been dating for two months, but Shiro seems to almost effortlessly leave her helpless with his words and actions. 

“Thanks.” She mutters. “You…you look good too.” 

It’s a mix between a dance and recruiting new allies.  And each paladin has their part to play.  Keith and Lance make the general public feel at ease. Pidge and Hunk lure guests with their wit, while Shiro and Allura try to hook the big fish.

It’s successful for the most part.  Each paladin has their own charm and most aliens have never even heard of a human before.  Yet some are curious.  Overly curious.  Pidge notes as one of the females of the species reaches over to touch Shiro’s face. Shiro tries to brush her off with a nervous laugh, but the woman persists.  She doesn’t stop.

Pidge doesn’t know what comes over her.  One moment she’s chatting with a delegate from a world that thrives on cheese, the next she’s next to Shiro glaring at the alien woman.

“Pidge wha—“ His sentence halts when Pidge snatches his other arm just to rip him from the alien’s grasp. This is unfortunately not enough to clear the green haze Pidge is in.  She drags Shiro down to her level, a feat in itself really, and…plants one on him straight on the cheek. 

Red apparently looks even better on Shiro, Pidge decides.  The obvious lipstick mark pleases Pidge.  So she makes two, no three more for good measure. 

“Sorry, but he’s off the market.” She declares to the woman just staring at the pair with her mouth open so wide that Lance could stuff his cow in it.  Then nodding at Shiro’s stunned face littered with her claim, she turns and heads back to the crowd she left. 

And what she’s done, doesn’t hit her exactly until she sees Hunk’s expression.  His clasped hands with his mouth stretched in an unholy grin.

“That was even better than Lance’s Latino dramas.”  He gushes.

The paladin goes as red as her lipstick. “Oh my gosh. What have I done?”

“You asserted yourself over your man in a jealous rage.” Hunk says gleefully.

“What does that mean exactly, Green Paladin?” One of their guests twitches his antenna intrigued, “Was that a mating gesture of some sorts?’

Yes.”  “NO.” Hunk and Pidge say simultaneously. 

Pidge feels a tap on her shoulder.  “Quinzak, what now?” She groans, twisting to the newcomer. 

A wet sticky smack lands on the tip of her nose. 

“There.” Shiro states cheerfully his lips painted the same color as hers.  It shouldn’t look that fabulous, but Shiro manages to pull the look off.  “Now we match.”

“What? H-how?” Shiro swoops in to kiss her forehead. Smack. One smear on the temple and then the other. Smack, smack. 

“Allura had extra in case you accidently ‘rubbed’ it off somehow during the party.” He answers twisting another messy kiss into her cheekbone.

“How glorious!” The interested alien waves its tentacles in joy.  Hunk joins him.  “Your gesture is reciprocated!”

“Stop!” Pidge shrieks giggling trying to squirm away from the oily pecks, but Shiro gives no mercy.

“Never.” He chuckles, caging her lightly in his arms.  “There is no escape, surrender.”

His laughter contagious, so she retaliates going for every patch of skin she sees.  “I will have my revenge!” She shouts back.

It is a dirty affair. In the end both of their faces are gross with red lipstick rubbed practically everywhere. Eventually Allura takes one glance at them and with twitching lips sends both to their rooms to get cleaned up. 

Shiro doesn’t know which part was better, getting dirty or taking hours to clean up.

Pidge agrees.  Who knew staking a claim would be so fun? Maybe lipstick isn’t that bad after all?   

So I finally got around to finishing editing this track and I’m really really happy with how it came out. Last month I got to see one of my best friends in real life for the first time in eight or so years and words cannot describe how happy I was to see her. She’s one of the most wonderful, sweet, and amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I had the privilege of being able to record this cover with her while we were sitting right next to each other. I’ve wanted to cover this song since the moment it aired, and when I heard that she was possibly going to visit me during the year, I decided I would wait because I couldn’t imagine a more perfect person to sing this song with. And now whenever I hear this song, I’m going to think of her, and all the laughs that we shared together. I really do look up to her, and I always will. Thank you so much for listening, and Steph, if you’re reading this, thank you for giving me a reason to keep on smiling.

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Broken - Zig x MC Fanfic

This idea started floating around in my head a few days after the last chapter update for the Freshman. I debated whether or not I should wait until this week’s chapter update to finish and post this and I decided to just share it now. Last week when I waited, it took me days to recover enough from the update so I could finish the fic I was working on LOL. So, here we go!

 Also, thanks so much for your constant support of my writing on here. I’m so overwhelmed by the acceptance and love shown each time I share a little piece of myself through these fics! It’s scary for me to post a fic every single time I do it so your feedback and encouragement means the world to me!

*Note: this fic is rated T for language

 

Broken

The concert had ended worse than she could’ve imagined. Zig had started a huge fight and she and her friends were barely able to escape. Before disengaging from the fray and slipping out the back door, she’d spotted Kaitlyn disappear with that band backstage. At least she didn’t have to worry about her estranged roommate tonight.

Amazingly, she’d managed to grab Zig and get him to stop wailing on a random guy long enough to follow them out of the venue. She had yelled herself hoarse trying to get his attention and finally dodged a flailing arm to grasp and claw into his bicep. The pain had gotten his attention and she’d grimaced when she saw how disheveled he looked, but at least he wasn’t badly hurt. Once outside, she’d checked to make sure everyone else was okay. Zack and Tyler were shaken up but unharmed. Abbie was still hopped up on adrenaline from her own battle but also uninjured.

Zig had offered to give everyone a ride back to the dorms but her friends took one look at her face and politely declined. Somehow they knew she needed to be alone with Zig. Zack made up an excuse about wanting to make a stop on the way home and said they’d grab a taxi. Then he shot her a meaningful look and she nodded gratefully before they took off. Thank God for such amazing, intuitive friends.

As soon as they disappeared, she gripped Zig’s hand roughly and stomped toward the parking lot, almost dragging him to his car. She had never been more angry with him than she was in that moment.

She found herself thinking back to when he blew up at Chris and Arjun in the cafe. It had irritated her a little…mostly because he refused to listen to her when she’d tried to talk to him outside. She still regretted resorting to something as petty as snatching his cigarette away to get his attention but it had worked. Eventually they’d both calmed down enough to talk and somehow she’d convinced him to help out. That day, she had almost no problem accepting his anger.

But this…this was the last straw.

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This entry from an old friend’s LJ is dated October 16, 2004. The main paragraph is an exact transcription of the voicemail I left said friend, who had put a copy of Good Omens in my hands for the first time about 24 hours before the time-stamp on the post (5:51pm), on finishing it. I promised this transcription to someone, somewhere; I said if I ever tracked it down from the depths of LJ Proto-Shitpost Purgatory, I would share it here. I love the little artifact of her having bothered to beg me, below the transcription, not to kill her for posting it. Who could’ve guessed I’d be so grateful to have this memento almost 13 years on?

(I was so ecstatically dismayed as to be incoherent. Until that point, I’d never reacted so strongly to a book in my life. Thanks, T. This remains ALL YOUR FAULT, WANKER.)

A Slippery Slope

An Eddie Redmayne one shot for @messrmoonyimagines requested here.

New Year’s Eve was always my favourite time. I didn’t care too much for Christmas, but I liked the clean slate and unknown that came with a new year. Not to mention my mom always threw huge elegant parties, and I always took the train into London to attend. I loved seeing all the dresses and sharing bringing in the new year with tons and tons of people. Her being a film director made for some interesting guests, too. My longtime friend Eddie would be there, his mom being friends with mine, and I hadn’t seen him in a while. Too bad school doesn’t stop for anybody.

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DURARARA!! VOLUME 4 HIGHLIGHTS

This is too long but since I have finished reading this book, I want to share my favorite events from the “Hollywood arc” which the majority of them don’t appear in the anime adaptation.

  • It is rumored that Egor killed a man, cutting his throat with a brand new bill.
  • Izaya drinks beer.
  • Ruri, as “Hollywood” had been seen wearing costumes of a wolf, a mermaid and a dinosaur.
  • She has been compared as a pair of american thieves who disguised themselves to commit their crimes (…Isaac and Mira, anybody?)
  • Emilia is at least five years younger than Shinra!! And even so, she wants him and Celty to call her “mom”!
  • Emilia can read kanji but for some reason, she can’t speak it well, Celty thinks she is doing it on purpose.
  • Celty likes the series “friends”
  • Before Mika became her cooking teacher, Celty only could cook scrambled eggs and made Shinra taste it because she doesn’t have the sense of taste and smell.
  • “Bakyura” is a girl!
  • The Raira uniform is green not blue!
  • Mikado reads magazines about pieces of advice to high school newcomers of Ikebukuro even though he is in his second year (He is still such a shy dork)
  • Yumasaki works as an ice sculptor while Karisawa works making and selling handmade jewelry.
  • Mairu made a deal with some motorcyclists, telling them she would “pay with the bodies of Kururi and herself”, if they gave her information about Celty… Take it as you like.
  • Mairu appeared in her first day of school reading a porn magazine for men.
  • Physically speaking, Kururi is only described as having thin arms which contrast with… well, her endowed breast.
  • Izaya considers his days in Raijin Academy as a disgusting bunch of memories because he had met Shizuo in that time.
  • Izaya made everyone believe he has twenty one, when he is older.
  • Izaya considers Namie his “right hand”.
  • He felt uncomfortable when he knew that he was being investigated by her. He claims he doesn’t like when people do that to him, instead of him doing it to others.
  • It is heavily implied that Mairu attempted (if not, she actually) raped the girl who had bullied her. After both went to the toilets, she appeared in the classroom with the girl’s bra and used it to clean her desk. Minutes later, the girl dropped out the school for good.
  • Kururi actually saw through the TV the money falling from Celty’s suit, though she didn’t know it was that. (I found this very impressive for her though)
  • Kazuka owns an entire apartment building!
  • Once he acted as a transvestite and often acts in sex scenes
  • Dokusonmaru fucking nailed its claws in Ruri’s wounds! Like WTF!? Ruri found it so cute though, that she didn’t remove it off her.
  • Shinra is jealous about Shizuo and Celty’s friendship and wants Shizuo to be “less masculine” when he is with her.
  • Izaya never had any idea about what had happened in the entire arc and asked Tsukumoya for answers. Obviously, Shinichi started mocking him.
  • Tsukumoya Shinichi claims each city has its own soul due to many intercellular connections that come from its habitants… strange isn’t it?
  • Celty had a little talk with Seiji about the head and she saw Mika spying them behind a pillar.
  • It is never clarified if Celty realized that the money she had lost is the same she obtained in the end. It’s a story for another day.
Lil Something Pt 1

Description: You are best friends with Jongdae but maybe there is a lil something more.

Genre: Fluff and more fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfiction… Sorry if it’s terrible. To be honest I’m only writing it because I had a dream about him…



Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom

It’s my first day at university and I know no one. All of my friends went to a different school which has left me all by myself. It would help if I got assigned to a double dorm where at least I would share a room with someone but nope my parents wanted me to have my own room so they coughed up the extra cash so I didn’t have to share. So I don’t even get to make a forced friendship with the person I live with. I overheard some students talking about a party tonight at the local bar, live band and everything. Apparently everyone is going, maybe I should go I might meet some socially awkward people like myself.  As the night nears I have just finished getting ready, plain black jeans, flowy top and boots.

Walking into the party I could already feel the walls closing me up, and the air thinning.

“Great start.” I muttered to myself.

Okay go get a drink maybe that will calm me down.  

“1 shot of Soju” I yelled at the bar tender.

The music was so loud I’m surprised he even heard me. The band are pretty good tonight, the giant red head with the guitar seems to be getting into it, how is he not over heating in that giant jacket?! Swigging back the shot I got up to get ready to go to the now crowded dancefloor maybe if I danced with someone I could make some friends.

Pushing through the crowd I bumped into someone looking up at it was a guy, kind of short, bright purple hair and you could definitely tell he worked. To be honest right now he looked really intimidating.

“I’m sorry” I kept repeating as I was backing away backwards.

Before he answered I quickly turned around and crashed into another person. This person was tall, his eyebrows were on point. He spilt his drink down his clothes because of me. I could feel the walls surrounding me even more whilst he was yelling at me for getting his drink over his Louis Vuitton jacket.  

“Just keep breathing get out of there and keep breathing.“ I kept telling myself this.

It wasn’t working. All of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm pulling me away from the crowd. I could only see the back profile of him he wasn’t short and he wasn’t tall and had brown hair. As we got outside he held onto my shoulders.

“Ok breathe in then out like this” he said whilst demonstrating how to breathe.

Doing as he said I began to breathe in and out just like he told me to do. Wow he had such a friendly face and soothing voice.

“Are you ok? Are you with your friends? You looked really panicked so I thought I would help you” He said with a smile whilst scratching the back of his head.

“Umm thanks, no actually I came to make friends but I can guarantee that didn’t happen.” I responded, after the hyperventilating had settled down.  

He looked at me in awe. Great. I thought, he now thinks I’m a loser with no friends. Which isn’t 100% true, I do have friends just none here.

He took me by the hands and yelled. “Well you have just made one new friend! Hi my name is Jongdae, but my friends call me Chen!”

“Hi Jongdae, I’m Y/N.” I responded.

Suddenly he is pulling me into a hug.

“Wahh! I said my friends call me Chen. You are my friend now!” He complained.

I guess the night wasn’t a complete failure, I made one friend and I don’t think he is going to go away anytime soon.

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“Y/N!” Chen was holding onto my face.

3 years have passed since that night and I was right he wasn’t going away anytime soon. He is now my best friend. The one who gets me to actually leave my dorm and go out, to only complain an hour later how he wants to go back to playing video games. It’s a great friendship, he has introduced me to people like the purple haired guy from that night, the one I was so afraid of, is now our friend Xiumin he takes care of us and makes sure we actually keep the dorm tidy, The one who had a go at me for spilling his drink is Sehun, a bubble tea addict who love attention and the red hair guitarist is Chanyeol, he is the sunshine of the group he always knows how to lighten the mood.

“What do you want now dinosaur.” I rolled my eyes at Chen who was now inches away from my face.

Pushing him away I exclaimed “what?!”

“Nothing, you just looked lost in deep thought. What was you thinking about? Ohh is it your crush that you refuse to tell me about.”

There it is the crush question, I can’t tell him I was thinking about how we met. He can’t know that he is the secret crush I have been hiding for half a year… Can He?

anonymous asked:

I read your dab fic and it reminded me of this great story. In a speech class, we had to do tongue twisters in pairs, one would tell the other what to do while saying the tongue twister (spin, jump on one foot, etc) - I got an entire paragraph as mine. First thing my best friend made me do was say it all but skip every other word and dab (with enthusiasm) every three skips, and then when I finish, go back and do it again backwards. The fic made me think of it, so lmao I felt I should share.

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Just Friends - (Jaime Lannister x Reader)

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Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader

Word Counter: 394

Warnings: none

Request: Its okay he is in all seasons can you do a jealous Jamie lannister and he is jealous of the imp as the reader is best friends with the imp ( sorry for calling him the imp i cant spell his name )

A/N: Hey sorry this is short and sorry for the long wait but I hope you like it.


I was in the library with Tyrion. We were reading books that we would suggest for each other. It was nice, being around someone that shared my love for books. After we’d finish each other’s suggested book, we would just sit and talk about them before reading some more.

Tyrion and I had been in the library for hours, reading and talking and reading more and we both lost track of time. Suddenly, I heard the library doors swing open forcefully.

“For God’s sake! There you are (Y/N)! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” It was Jaime Lannister also called The Kingslayer, or my boyfriend.

“Well I’ve been here the whole time.” I told him. He suddenly noticed Tyrion sitting opposite of me.

“And has he been here the whole time too?” He asked

“You know this ‘he’ has a name, brother.” Tyrion reminded him

“Oh, you’re right, I’m sorry. Has The Imp been with you the the whole time? I mean, that is what everyone calls you, so it must be your name.” He asked again, mocking Tyrion. It wasn’t rare for him to mock his brother but it still didn’t make it right.

“Oh, just leave him alone, will you Jaime?” I asked him.

“Fine, for now at least” He added. “We should leave, it’s getting late.”

“Goodnight Tyrion.” I said, standing up and giving a small bow.

“Goodnight my lady. It’s good to finally have another book worm in the castle.” He replied with a smile. I smiled back.

Jaime and I walked back to our chamber together. Throughout the walk, Jaime seemed to have a very strong grip on my wrist.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked when we finally made it to our room.

“I just don’t like you spending so much time with my brother. He’s too clever for his own good.”

“Are you jealous, Jaime?” I said, holding in a laugh.

“I am not! Why would I be jealous of that dwarf?!” He almost yelled.

“You know that i’m yours. I love only you, Jaime. Me and Tyrion are just friends.” I reminded him, walking towards him. I put my hands in his and held them.

He sighed. “I know.”

I looked up at him and gave him a peck on the lips. “I’m yours.”

He kissed me again, this time longer and with more force. He broke the kiss after awhile. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Facts I Share with BTS!

look! i am actually doing something! i was! tagged in!

Originally posted by hohbi

1. Like Jin: I think people underestimate me a lot. We both work out asses off to improve ourselves as people and in our craft. but a lot of the times we’re over looked.

2. Like Yoongi: I have been told I was going to fail. I was cut off from my family. I literally had nothing. But now I have built a beautiful life for myself with the help of my friends. 

3. Like Hoseok: 

4. Like Namjoon: This is going to sound cocky, but I am really smart. I worked my butt off academically, and even though i might not have my degrees finished, that doesn’t undermine my intelligence. people see us both as a hard tough person at times, but we’re both soft and squishy and just want to be loved

5. Like Jimin: We are our own worst critics. We both hold ourselves up to a high standard and punish ourselves when we feel like we don’t meet them.

6. Like Taehyung: Strawberries. We both love strawberries. Also, I think I can relate to how people think he’s strange. We both can zone out a lot and I know I am often misunderstood for the things I am interested in/say

7. Like Jungkook: I am very shy around people. I have a hard time making friends/reaching out to people. I don’t really know what to do so I usually just blurt out a bunch of awkward things in group chats/talk about myself a lot because i don’t know what else to say. 

8. Like BTS: I have had my fair of struggles. I know how fucking awful and beautiful your youth can be. But it has made the person I am today.

9. Like the maknae line: I joke around a lot.  

10. Like my bias: We both work our butts off and are constantly driving to be the best we can be.

11. Member I am most: all jidevil jokes aside, maybe jimin? or yoongi?

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Trapped

Note: Sorry about the long wait, guys. Paired two requests again. I really enjoyed writing this one. It really took me to that “other world” in my head if that makes any sense at all. I don’t know how to explain it. I just finished this at 4am (queued for later) so if there are any grammatical errors I apologize. I do feel like I got a bit carried away, but I enjoyed it none the less. More for you guys! Hope you enjoy!

Requests: 62 & 87? By anonymous 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” and “You were never just my friend.”

I just saw that you don’t write smut. Sorry for that. 17 would still be great :D by @kiss-the-king-of-hell

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

Word Count: 2049+

Warnings: Mild kissing, strong language

Pairings: Crowley x Reader


You had just set up shop in an abandoned safe house Sam and Dean had told you to go to. Things were going great. You finished your hunt and planned to leave the day after but you encountered a small problem.

“No no no no no!” You yelled, running towards the window of the small cabin. You couldn’t see out the window which informed you that you had been snowed in. “Dammit!”

You heard last night on the news that there was going to be a severe winter storm, but you hadn’t taken the warning seriously.

“I should have fucking left yesterday night, goddammit!” You yelled, frustratedly. “How the hell am I going to get out of this one?”

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Auf wiedersehen, sweetheart.

Okay so I have to vent somewhere because all my friends are asleep cuz it’s like 4:30 am. My boyfriend and I got on the topic of Hetalia and gerita and he suggested I read Auf wiedersehen, sweetheart by George devalier. I honestly cannot remember the last time I read something that emotionally moved me so much. This story was so well written. I think I went through just about every human emotion that there is. If you like gerita and haven’t read it, I definetly recommend it. It is written better than most books I’ve read. It’s honestly an experience. When you’re finished you’re like “well…what am I gonna do with my life now?!” It is probably my new favorite fic. It is such a beatiful story and I just had to share my feels about it.

“ I think that A Seat at the Table for me is an invitation to allow folks to pull up a chair, get very close and have these hard uncomfortable truths be shared. It’s not going to be pretty, it’s not going to be fun, you may not get to dance to it, you’re not going to breathe easily through it, but that is the state of the times that we’re in right now. It’s my invitation to actually open up those doors and to have that voice, get messy and lay out my truths and stand firm in them. It’s funny because I was in my room with my son and one of my best friends, Chris, and I had just finished the record and hadn’t given much thought to the name of the album, and it was time! For an entire day, I gave it thought and I had a little session where I just threw out every single name that I wrote down and my son would say, “no that’s not it,” or “oh, that one’s kinda good,” and it was actually Chris who threw out A Seat at the Table. I immediately remember feeling in that moment that that was the name that really encompassed the entire project. My openness and my willingness to really have these very personal intimate conversations was my way of saying, “yeah we ‘bout to get real close.”- Solange Knowles