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That’s What Friends Do

Lance Week Day Two: Friends

Day two of Lance week is completed!! I really need to stop making these things so long. And in case you’re wondering, yes the title is the song title from the Spongebob episode where he and Patrick met Wormy. If you were not wondering, well now you know.


Lance was friends with a lot of people in his school. This was due to his ability to see the good in everyone. That included the “problem students”. The only reason people really had a problem with them was that they never got to know them. Instead, they chose to believe the rumors others would spread. But Lance knew the truth, they had his back since elementary school. The only times they would fight was when they were defending Lance. Hunk, Nyma, and Allura were like his protectors. Ever since that one time he was pushed off the monkey bars in second grade, they made it their mission to defend him at all costs.

Now in high school, his family had to relocate thanks to his dad getting a promotion at work. It wasn’t too far away, but it was far enough that he had to change school districts. And with the money, his dad was now making they could afford to send him and his sibling to better schools. They decided on the Garrison for Lance because of his interest in astrology, but they also had one of the best marine biology programs too in case that’s what he wanted.

At first, it was hard adjusting to a new school without his friends at his side, at least one of them always shared a class with him, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t see them anymore. They would video chat almost every day after classes, get one of their parents to drive them over to Lance’s house for the weekend, or just talk on a very confusing 4-way call. Lance always made jokes about how it felt as though they were his parents and he had left for college, but it filled him with warmth knowing that they cared so much for him.

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Cleric: I’d like to steal the straw sack the guy in this room sleeps on
DM: *sigh* ok try sneaking in his room
Cleric: *rolls 2*
DM. Yeah you fall over a chair and he wakes up. After a moment he asks ‘who are you what are you doing here?’
Cleric: ‘This is all a dream! You’re still asleep! I need your straw sack though’
DM: roll persuasion
Cleric: rolls 20
DM *done af*: yeah he believes you, gives you his straw sack and goes back to sleep.
Cleric: I proceed to burn his house down with his own straw sack

The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

Part 1 - 2

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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Season's Beatings

Words: 2477
Warnings: Bullying, Blood, Self-Hate, Being Beaten, Transphobia, Misgendering,
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Hamilton Highschool AU

Alex waited for Lafayette to be done changing from his cheer uniform. He had to say goodbye before running off to his quick after school choir practice. That and the fact that John and Thomas should be coming by soon to get ready for their football practice.

“Alex!” Lafayette called, walking out of the change room. Alex came over, giving him a quick hug.

“Good job today, but you stink,” Alex scrunched his nose, playfully hitting Lafayette’s arm. “Go home and shower,” he added.

“I’m hurt,” Lafayette joked, his accent thick (thicc). “Do you want me to walk you to choir?” He asked, tightening his ponytail a bit.

“I think I know the way,” Alex laughed, turning away from the much taller man. “See you tomorrow!” He waved, leaving the changing room area. He would have waited for his boyfriends but he didn’t want to be late for the meeting. They were planning what songs to do at the up coming competition and Alexander wanted to be there.

He took a left from the gym, walking down a beige tiled hall with orange and blue lockers lining the walls. He always hated the horrible, inconsistent pattern of the colours, and just how bad they were. He took a right at the end of the hall, stopping when he heard a voice.

“Well well well, if it isn’t our favourite little girl,” A voice rang out in the quiet hall. Alex turned to see James Reynolds along with some other most likely sophomores. He took a step back, almost tripping, but trying to hide it.

“What the fuck do you want Reynolds?” He spoke, trying to hide his fear. He’s been beat up many times, and while he didn’t like to back down, the beatings hurt.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk, don’t I spend so much time with you? And I haven’t gotten to much recently because of some people, ” James answered, poison seeping into his words.

“Just leave me alone, I have somewhere to be,” Alex spoke, quickly turning in hopes of getting away. He was near the gym, so if he could get past them he could go back to see if Lafayette was still there. But there were four of them, and only one him.

“Not so fast, I haven’t had fun yet,” James hissed, grabbing Alex’s shoulder and pushing him into the lockers. He punched Alex roughly in his stomach, making Alexander hunch over in pain.

One of the other guys pushed Alex over while another stepped on his arm, making Alex let out a sound of pain. He’s learned to hide it over the many beatings, cries it only encouraged them more.

“I’d kick you in the nuts, but you don’t have any because you’re just a girl, and that’s all you’ll ever be,” James spat. He leaned down, picking Alex up by the top of his shirt and glaring as his jacket.

“To think someone would ever actually love you? They’re just using you, because why not. You’re just a whore’s son, and a whore yourself,” He said in Alex’s face. Alex tried to hold back the tears but it hurt, both physically and emotionally.

“Aw look, the little girl is crying,” James mocked, making the others laugh as he threw Alex to the ground. Alex gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to get away, kicking towards the guys while holding his injured arm to his chest.

One of the guys grabbed Alex’s hair, pulling him back as he cried out in pain. Tears were falling down his face as he threw his limbs around in an attempt to escape.

“So pathetic,” One of the guys said as they took turns kicking him.

“J-j-John, Th-o-mas!” Alex cried, curling himself up into a ball as the continued to beat him.

“You really think that’ll scare us, it’s after school,” James laughed as he pulled Alex by his hair once more so he was looking at him. Alexander had tears down his face as James stared at him with a smirk. “No one is here for you, you’ll always be alone,” He spat out, pushing Alex’s head back into the lockers. Alex let out a cry, biting his tongue harshly as his mouth bled. Upon impact with the corner of the metal locker Alex’s head gashed open, some blood seeping through and trickling down his forehead.

James stopped while the other guys kept beating on Alex, hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall. He didn’t want to beat the scene if someone was coming, so they couldn’t link him to the attack, so he turned and quickly left. He disappeared down the hall, most likely leaving the school.

John was the first to turn the corner, rage filling him as he saw Alex curled up into himself being beaten on by three men in his and Thomas’ year.

He didn’t even wait for anything, jumping on one of the and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Thomas ran around the corner, grabbing another one of the guys and beating on him. He quickly let go of him though as he saw the third guy trying to run away. He ran after him down the halls as John pushed the other guy to the ground.

He carefully walked over to Alex, not touching him yet because he didn’t know how hurt he was or if Alex even knew he was there.

“Alex, open your eyes, please. It’s me, John,” He spoke softly. Alex slowly opened his eyes, tears falling out of them. He rarely got beaten even close to how bad this one was, often it was a couple or small to medium beatings in a few days.

“Hey, you’re safe now, okay,” John whispered, gently wiping away Alex’s tears. He expected Thomas would get some adult to deal with this, it’s the only way to truly stop the beatings. “Can you stand?” He asked Alex, kneeling beside him.

Alex shook his head, wincing as he moved slightly. “Let’s clean you up okay?” John said. He carefully went to pick Alex up, stopping even time Alex’s breath jumped or he made any noise. Alex was always trying to play down any beating and stay quiet and he never really spoke about how much pain he was in.

John carried Alex to the nearest bathroom, bringing him into the boys even though the school doesn’t really want Alex in there. Thomas and John never cared though, always telling him to go in. He’s a boy, so he should be in the boy’s bathroom.

John placed Alex on the sink counter, turning on the tap beside him. Alex had yet to talk, looking at the ground as more tears fell. John wanted to hug him but didn’t want to hurt him more.

He got some paper towel from the dispenser and placed it under the now warm water. He first went to the cut on Alex’s forehead, dabbing it gently as Alex let out a slight hiss. John wiped up the slowly drying blood and went on to the cut on Alexander’s lip which wasn’t as bad.

He noticed that Alex was holding his right arm close to his chest. “Can you take your jacket off?” He asked quietly. He new Alex didn’t even like to take it off when he wasn’t hurt and he hated showing his marks from the beatings. Alex didn’t want to a first but gave in because he didn’t have the energy to fight. He painfully slipped it off, revealing the old bruises on his arms. His wrist was already quite swelled and red. John, having taken first aid, looked at it carefully.

“I think it’s sprained, we should probably get some ice soon,” He spoke. He looked at Alex’s other arm, seeing some more red marks where bruises will probably form with a pain in his heart. He wanted to do so much more to those guys then what he had done.

John put his hand at the bottom of Alex’s shirt to ask for permission to look at his stomach. From all of Alex’s wincing from every movement of his stomach, it was obvious it was harmed. He lifted up Alex’s shirt slightly to see the marks left behind from the punches and kicks. John wanted to cry when he saw that, and he knew they were going to look worse and they formed into bruises.

John placed a loving kiss on Alex’s lips, holding in the tears. He pulled back, staring at Alex with sadness and love. He loved him so much. John gently ran his fingers through Alex’s soft hair, pulling back when Alex winced again.

“How about we go find Thomas and get some ice?” He spoke, handing Alex back his jacket. Alex didn’t move from his spot, staring blankly at the wall.

“H-he’s going t-t-to know,” Alex stuttered out.

“Who is going to know what?” John asked, confused if what Alex was attempting to say.

“I tr-tried hard-d to h-h-hide it, b-but now G-G-G-George will know-w,” He mumbled, balling his left hand into a fist.

“Hey, if he knows he can help, right?” John said, placing his hands on Alex’s legs softly. “He can help stop it,”

“He’ll-ll s-s-see me as weak-k,” Alex mumbled, not looking at John.

“Hey,” John lifted Alex’s head up slightly, “You’re anything but weak, from everything that has been thrown at you and you can still manage to smile,” John smiled sadly, kissing Alex softly once again. “Now do you want you jacket?” He said in a more up beat tone, helping Alex put his jacket on once again.

John piggy backed Alexander back to where he first found him, where Thomas was with a teacher and a janitor who was cleaning the ground of the blood that was dripped on it.

Thomas walked over, kissing both John and Alex quickly on the cheek. The teacher came walking over behind him, “I can see from the cut that something happened, but can you confirm that you were beat by the three sophomores Thomas has said?” She asked Alex who was slightly hiding into John'a neck.

He stayed silent for a moment before talking, “There was four,” He mumbled.

“Four?” Thomas and John asked, both looking confused.

Alex nodded a bit before speaking again, “James, James Reynolds was there, he’s the one that pushed me into the locker to cut my head,” He stated, looking up from John’s neck.

“But Thomas didn’t say he saw him,” The teacher spoke.

“He ran when he heard John and Thomas running down the halls,” Alex answered, not liking all the attention he was getting. It was the wrong kind of attention, not the good kind.

“We’ll question James and the other boys, but since there is no witness here for James he might not get in trouble,” The teacher admitted.

Alex bit his already injured lip, not caring about the pain. He just sadly nodded and leaned his head against John, making sure to not hit his cut. “Let’s get you some ice,” John spoke before starting to walk down the halls with Thomas behind him, leaving the teacher with the janitor.

“I’ll call Mr. Washington for a ride,” Thomas spoke, and John could feel Alex tense but said nothing. The trio walked to the office and go a bag of ice from the secretary. Alex held it on his wrist as they waited for George to arrive to drive the three of them home. Thomas texted home to say the he and John didn’t need a ride home from football before turning his full attention to Alex.

He sat between the two guys, leaning on Thomas because he was in the side that didn’t have a giant gash on his forehead. He was sleepy but the constant pain and the freezing ice kept him awake.

When George pulled up, Thomas picked Alex up bridal style and carried him to the car. They could see the confusion and worry in George’s eyes but didn’t say anything at first. Thomas got in the back with Alex as John sat up front. Alex was placed in the middle so he could lean on Thomas for the ride home.

George gave John a concerned look a John let out a sigh, “He got beaten up badly by some dicks, excuse my language, but nothing is broken on needing stitches,” He got the main questions out of the way. George was still vary worried and lost but he just drove the trio to his house.

When they arrived Thomas went to carry Alex into the house but George took him from him. Alex didn’t do anything because he just hurt and somewhat wanted to die at that moment.

George took Alex up to his room, telling John to grab the first aid kit and for Thomas to grab some more ice. They did as they were told, bring the items to George in Alex’s room. They sat on the end of the bed as George took care of Alex, bandaging up his forehead cut and wrapping ace bandages around his wrist. He gave Alex some pain medicine and the younger boy slowly drifted off to sleep.

“How long has this been happening?” He asked the two boys who were still him the room.

“We’ve know for a little bit, but he said they were never that bad and we were protecting him during school. We didn’t think they’d come after school. We’re so sorry,” Thomas mumbled and John agreed. They were both nervous of what George would do but also guilty, knowing that they should have spoken up sooner and that they should have protected Alex better.

George sighed, placing his hand gently on Alex’s shoulder, “He probably told you not to tell didn’t he,” He said sadly, “Thank you for protecting him though.” He added, which only confused John and Thomas. They thought he was going to snap. George stood up, grabbing the first aid kit and walking towards the door, “if anything else like this happens though, let me know.” He ended strongly, leaving the room without another word.

Alex partially woke up from the sound of the door closing, “Tommy? John?” He mumbled, looking around with semi opened eyes.

“Yes, love?” Thomas asked as the two boys turned their attention to Alex.

“Cuddle me,” The younger boy mumbled, reaching out towards his boyfriends. They both laughed softly, knowing he was out of it because of the pain killers. They both crawled over to him on either side, holding him close.

The three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally feeling safe and at home.

renthecupcake  asked:

i miss nct u so much o h my goD but i love the way you write for nct and just generally any idol you know n love well also i love when you mention ten. the enemies to lovers trope is one of my favorite tropes; could you write one for ten? bless ur beautiful soul i hope all of your days r blessed with the light of your soul

i miss ten too,,,,,where is he,,,,,,,

  • rival!teachers au 
  • where ten teaches theater and you teach advanced physics and the lab is right across from the theater room so every now and then when you’re teaching a lesson you hear someones “acting” through the walls
  • and you have to stop the lesson to go over and be like AHEM mr. chittaphon KEEP IT DOWN
  • he always smiles sweetly and says he’ll do it, but when you turn around you can hear the students snickering probably because he’s making a face @ your back
  • but also when you’re both alone in the teachers lounge he’ll put his hand on the coffee maker before you can and be like 
  • “stop embarrassing me in front of my students.”
  • and you’re like “stop having your students act out loud scenes when lab is going on”
  • and ten is like do YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS THEATER
  • you’re like DO YOU NOT GET PHYSICS ???? MATH??? SILENCE AND EQUATIONS??? 
  • ten just narrows his eyes,,,hands on his hips and murmurs that no one even uses physics in real life
  • and you’re like are you kidding me come back here and say that to my face you theater major-
  • ,,,,,long story short you guys argue about whose subject really matters and ten is like more students think he’s a COOLER teacher than you
  • and you’re like hahahah surE they do that’s why everyone is always in my office asking me about dark matter and the universe EXPLODING
  • everytime you get at each others neck,,,art teacher taeil and history teacher taeyong try to break it up while p.e. coach johnny just mass texts about it to the entire faculty
  • you two even got called in by the principal once because of an argument you had in the hall
  • leaving the office grumbling about whose fault is was and who started the fight first,,,,,,,
  • until you realize that a really big trip to the museum of science is short on chaperons,,,,,,and all of the teachers have classes or cant get subs,,,,,,,,except for,,,,,,,,,,,,,,mr.chittaphon
  • it takes you thirty minutes outside of the theater room to swallow your pride but once you’re in there you know you can’t take anything back
  • so,,,,walking over to where ten is sitting with a couple of boxes of costumes you clear your throat and the sour look on his face when he looks up already ticks you off
  • and he’s like “Yes?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,as you know tomorrow,,,,,,there’s a trip to the museum,,,,,,,-”
  • “the museum of science?”
  • you bite back you’re tongue and you’re like yes,,,,,,the museum of science,,,,,,
  • with ,,,,,,,,,what looks like the biggest grin in the world ten rises up to his feet and is like “you need me to chaperone, don’t you?”
  • you almost say no just because of how annoyed you are but you nod slowly and try to force a smile
  • ten puts his hands in his pockets and like a smug teenager goes “ill do it, but,,,,,,,,,,,,there’s something i want.”
  • and you’re like god what is it is it some public stunt you want me to do to make fun of myself
  • and he’s like “no. i want you to act out a scene,,,,,,here,,,,,,,,for me.”
  • you blink,,,,,,,automatically answering “ten- i mean mr. chittaphon, im a physics teacher. a scientist. not an actor.”
  • and he’s like OH I KNOW but i want to see you try since theater is so “easy”
  • handing you a script that he seems to have pulled out of thin air he motions toward the empty stage
  • you grip the paper, but think about how you have to do this - for the students
  • and you get up on there, clearing your throat and gingerly reading the lines from what looks like pride and prejudice
  • cutting into your dull reading ten waves with his hands and he’s like “more emotion or ill just say i cant come into work tomorrow.”
  • you want to snap at him but you start reading again,,,,trying to add ‘feeling’ into elizabeth’s lines 
  • when suddenly ten comes up on stage and shakes his head and is like “looks like i have to do it with you- ok from line 53-”
  • leaning in close,,,ten takes your hand and you jump a bit but you check the script and it is the ball scene and he asks “so what do you recommend to encourage affection?”
  • and you feel your mouth dry,,,but you manage the “d-dancing, even if one’s partner is- ba-barely tolerable”
  • before you can as much as blink, ten spins you around the stage, hand on your waist as he leads you in a clumsy waltz
  • and for a second you think he’s doing it to be funny but ,,,,, he’s also just a very good dancer
  • and as he leads you across the stage you can’t help but naturally let it happen 
  • looking up into ten’s eyes,,,,,dark and glinting with something joyfully mysterious
  • up close you realize how golden his skin his,,,,,how his features are handsome ,,,,,,, even though you wouldn’t admit that aloud
  • and when the dance finishes, ten lets go of your hand and bows,,,,,,,only to let out a chuckle
  • and you get defensive telling him what was he thinking - dancing wasn’t part of the deal-
  • but ten just smiles and shrugs,,,,,, “i guess elizabeth was right, dancing does make my affections toward you a little better. ill be here tomorrow to chaperone.”
  • you look at him,,,,shocked,,,but also trying very hard to suppress the blush coming on because what affection,,,,why is he playing around
  • until ten jumps from the stage,,,,stretching his hand out to offer to help you down and when his hand wraps around your waist to steady you
  • your eyes locking again,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it really
  • it really isn’t that bad,,,,,,
  • and in the silent theater you catch yourself looking at ten’s lips,,,,,,him staring back at you and it might just be gravity and the force of nature
  • but it feels like you’re both leaning in —-
  • until the door opens and a student calls out ten’s name and he practically drops you to hurry over and you dust yourself off and pass by like nothing happened
  • but,,,,,,uh,,,,,,,,something totally did happen hehe
5

[[This got much longer, much faster than I expected and if you want to skip it, there is a tl;dr at the end.]]

Just a quick little psa guys. Always start with a neutral in the background when you are working on a new drawing. Your eyes will thank you. 

The plain white background is crazy bad to stare at for extended periods of time, and can lead to some serious damage later on. It leads to a host of issues: worsening near-sightedness, eye strain, double vision, light sensitivity, not to mention the back problems that come from you leaning in closer to the screen because your eyes hurt.

I use these refs up here by eyedropping one of the shades closest to the colors of the piece I’m planning and filling it in the background.

For example:

this

versus this

It’s much more comfortable to look at the grey as opposed to the harsh white. Plus, even if you don’t notice while drawing, you’ll feel better working on it which will let the creative mojo flow better.

Also, you don’t have to use a grey tone, those are just my defaults, you can use deeper tones as well. For example, I’m working on a drawing now that I have a dark purple blue on the background. I’m using the purple because I’m working with grey tones on the suit that would be difficult to discern from a grey background.

Just keep the temporary background from being too saturated and your eyes will be much happier. The higher the saturation, the stronger the light is that is going into your eyeballs. That’s kind of why it hurts to look at those brightly colored websites that are used as bad examples of webdesign.

tl;dr: Save your eyes by not drawing on white backgrounds.

Dating Minghao would include:

Originally posted by minghaeo

Xu Minghao

-what a baby

-but he’s your baby

-loves to do totally age-inappropriate things with you (like sneak out of the Pledis dorm at 3 am just to meet you at a local playground and run around with you until dawn)

-((what no that never happened))

-teaching you Chinese

-then getting pissed off when you can’t form a coherent sentence

-“AISH Y/N JUST SAY ‘狗过马路’ IT’S NOT THAT HARD”

-“WHAT DO THOSE SQUIGGLES EVEN MEAN”

-lets you pick all of his hair colors 

-for some reason he just loves to listen to your reason behind picking the color

-“I just really like the red because you’re starting to mature and take on a more serious role in the group and… why are you looking at me like that”

-and he’s just sitting across the table like

- :^))))

-attack back hugs

-he loves to snuggle up to you at any given moment because you’re his walking pillow

-therefore, he’s VERY big on skinship

-you don’t know why, but he always thought you were out of his league

-so he likes to make sure everyone sees his arm around you or his hand in yours

-dance parties in your living room at all hours of the day

-sometimes you start a competition, but then he pulls out those fricky fricky fresh b-boy moves (because Minghao is an over-competitive lil shit)

-and you’re just like

-“ok cool bye”

-and he goes running after you and tackles you to the with one of those back hugs and attacks you with lil kisses

-“jagiiiiiii I’m sorry I loooove youuuuu”

-“oKAY YOU’RE FORGIVEN”

-and you two just lay there giggling in each other’s arms until

-“…..I did technically win though didn’t I”

-“bye”

-surprisingly rough with kisses????

-idk why

-like they’re never just chill lil pecks on the lips

-it’s always i n t e n s e

-like push-you-up-against-the-nearest-wall intense

-even when it’s a simple goodbye right before he leaves for practice

-he’ll grab you and swing you around all of a sudden and just crash his lips into yours

-“okay bye love you”

-“um uhhhh o-okay yeah right back at ya hahaha”

-and after the door shuts you’re just like

-“frick he’s good at that”

-DRAGGING JUNHUI ALL THE TIME

-even right in front of him

-“Hey guys do you like this shirt I-”

-“WOW JUNHUI FASHION PRINCE OVER HERE HAS GRACED US WITH HIS PRESENCE”

-“NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE ASKED US WHAT WE LOWLY PEASANTS THOUGHT ABOUT HIS OUTFIT TODAY Y/N WE ARE TRULY BLESSED”

-“I hate you both”

-taking you out is his number one favorite thing to do

-like he prepares weeks in advance

-he even buys you new dresses to wear so that “we can match, jagi!!”

-you must admit, he picks them well

-you guys are always the hottest couple in the place, doesn’t matter if you’re at the fanciest place in town or a KFC

-but he would NEVER allow a date in KFC

-no no only the finest for his woman

-he especially loves taking you to high dollar Chinese restaurants so you can “stop pretending Panda Express is Chinese food”

-the kind of man to hold your hand across the table and dab your mouth with a napkin while he looks at you all sweetly

-but then y'all get home and it’s

-DADDY HAO TIME

-jk but for real, nights spent with him are incredible

-really slow and sweet, just wants to take care of you

-and then you two watch the sun come up through the windows as you lay your head on his chest and listen to his breathing

-and he’s just softly running his fingers through your hair

-and really quietly, he’ll remind you that you’re the light of his life

-and you just look up at him and smile as he caresses your cheek

-so yeah Minghao would be so perfect you could never understand why he chose you

-yet he thinks the same about you

-you just live in awe of each other every day and it’s as close to euphoric as you’ve ever been

Unorthodox

Prompt: Could you write something about Tim having a s/o who’s a doctor or nurse? Love your writing!

Requested by: ANON


    Your relationship is a bit unorthodox. You know this. You embrace it. As you trudge into your apartment, you open the doors on the balcony before sliding your shoes off. You pad into the kitchen, take out the two cartons of Thai food, and pop yours into the microwave first.

    A few moments later, you hear the rustling of curtains, and Tim comes in. It’s six in the morning, and the sun is just starting to rise. Tim is dressed in his full suit, and you smile as he pulls off the hood. A moment later, he’s left in nothing but his pants. As your food finishes, you pop his into the microwave.

    With a smile you watch him move around the kitchen pulling out glasses of water and silverware. When the microwave dings you pull out his food and bring both plates to the table. You eat in silence, both reading and unwinding.

    Dinner is followed by a quick shower together before collapsing into bed. You wake up six hours later to the sound of clacking. Dressed in one of Tim’s shirts, you pad out to the den and take a seat next to him while he taps away on his laptop. You open your book and wait for him to finish. He wraps things up fairly quickly before sliding the laptop away.

    Finishing your page, you slide the book away before saying, “You sent seven henchmen to my ER tonight.”

    He smiles, “Jason and Bruce sent seven henchmen to your ER. I was busy hacking a security system.”

    You scowl, “It’s not funny, Tim. The doctors always get cranky when they have to work on bad guys. Not to mention it backs us up big time, and then there’s the security protocols.”

    He leans over and kisses you, “Next time we’ll deposit them closer to another hospital.”

    You smile, “That’s all I ask.”

    You sit there for another minute before saying, “We have to go to the store.”

    “Why, did the take-out menus catch on fire?”

    “Not since Alfred was here last time. We’re out of food, and just about everything else. We really need to clean too.”

    “You only have one more shift this week, right?” You nod, “Then I’ll take the rest of the week off and we’ll run errands and clean, and all that good stuff.”

    You smile, before saying, “You are such a liar.”

    He laughs, “I’ll call the cleaning service tomorrow. Alfred’s due for a visit, and I’d rather not get a lecture again.”

    You nod, “Okay I’ll make a list so you can run to the store.”

“Why do I have to go to the store?”

“Because I’m the one that can cook.”

He shrugs, “Send it to my phone.”  

You nod before curling up next to him. Your relationship is weird and you love it.

Growing Up

So, this was inspired by this comic by @ayumichi-me:


“Hey Lucy. If I get to be this tall,” Natsu held his hand over Lucy’s head, but she cut in.

“You mean taller than me?”

Natsu nodded, “When we’re older, will you marry me?”

Lucy laughed at her partner. “I don’t think you’ll get that tall, Natsu.”

“What?” Natsu was red-faced and had his hands in fists at his sides, his cheeks puffing out. “I can be taller than you, you’ll see.”

Lucy pursed her lips. “Okay then.”

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Mile High Club L.H

Originally posted by lashtons

warning: smut

word count: 1000+

summary: Luke has too much energy to sit still so y/n drags him into the plane bathroom to wear it off.

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon! this was written by Hannah whoo :) I know both of us have been on a bit of a hiatus but writing can be difficult when you can’t find the right inspiration or ideas to write. hope you guys enjoy this smut :))

I’m closing requests for the moment so I can focus on writing the ones in my inbox but I’m always open to talk so don’t be afraid to message me!

find Hannah here: @lukeasfuck

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Cuddled under the blankets, I shifted trying to get comfortable in my uncomfortable aeroplane seat. The boys had a private jet, but it was still uncomfortable nonetheless. Luke, who was sitting next to me, had become restless and was tossing and turning for the past hour. 

I put my sleeping mask back on to try to get back to sleep but I heard a grunt besides me, and once again Luke was shifting and driving me mad. “Luke- I’m trying to sleep. Could you hold still?” I questioned, starting to feel my frustration towards him building up. “Ugh, babe. I can’t.” He whispered, trying to adjust his pillow on his neck. “I’m just so restless. I have all of this energy and I can’t stand just sitting here, not being able to move.”

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Scream-Ethan Dolan *SMUT*

Author: grethansdolans

 Pairing: Ethan x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Can you do a really jealous Ethan smut please! 

Warnings: Smut, sex, over stimulation, Dom!Ethan, rough sex

Originally posted by doland1sturb1a


Music blasting from the speakers, the smell of weed and alcohol flooded your senses as you stepped through the door of Ethan’s house. Ethan and Grayson decided to throw a house party since their family was gone for the weekend.

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The College Years - Freshman Year (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, & Reader

Warnings: None, yet.

A.N.: I had been posting these on AO3 for a while but then stumbled upon the little Teen Wolf/Stiles/DOB/Mitch Rapp community here and really appreciate it so much more. I have been quietly sitting back and reading basically every bit of fan fiction for a few weeks now that I can find pertaining to the stuff mentioned above, and I finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I get so much joy from everyone else’s work and I just really hope you can all get the same out of this.

Summary: AU where Stiles’ “vision” happened and everyone ended up going to school near each other. Stiles and Scott live together and go to school at University of California at Berkeley. They think that they have escaped the supernatural drama that engulfs Beacon Hills on a daily basis, at least during the school year, until one night in the middle of January, they happen upon a girl fighting two grown men in a park.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind


“I don’t know.” Scott said defeatedly, as he walked from campus to his apartment with his best friend since childhood. “I knew that it was a long shot, but I really thought that going back home for Christmas would, I don’t know, rekindle it or something. Now, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen, Stiles.”

“I know, buddy it’s rough, girls suck, Scott. I swear to god, I am done with them.” Scott chuckled at Stiles’ proclamation. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m serious, Lydia and I imploded, and while I do think that we are better off as friends, I don’t even want to look at another girl anytime soon.”

“I feel you… All this stuff with Kira, all of this back and forth, on and off.. Honestly?…It makes me really miss Allison…” Scott stared at the pavement under his feet, as he admitted the feeling that had been plaguing him for months.

“Scott, I think we should just go to parties and meet new girls and be regular college freshman, who aren’t moping over girls that we can never have.” Stiles replied, as he gripped Scott’s shoulder, grabbing his attention from his shoes.

“I thought you were swearing off all girls?” Scott smirked.

Stiles stopped in place and stared Scott straight in the eyes, deadpan, he said, “I meant for right now. I’m not trying to go back to being a virgin, Scott. Don’t be stupid.”

Scott laughed and they continued walking. “I don’t know what I was thinking…”

In the distance they heard a scream that stopped them in their tracks.

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[scenario] [request] library

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 
32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” 
41: “You did all this for me?” 

Title: library

Member: seungcheol ft. got7 member cameos 

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1414

Seungcheol hates the school library.

No, not because he’s a bad student, who’d rather party all night and deal with hangovers in the morning. He’s actually a quite diligent student, who balances homework and his social life fairly well.

He hates the school library because with each visit, the cute girl with a pile of books on her table is always with a different guy.

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anonymous asked:

Cuddle piles are best piles. Voltron, Polydins

God yes! Okay, I’ve never tried polydins before but I hope I do okay!!!!
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It started with a cranky, tired Pidge, which was surprising because she almost never sought out contact but after that close call today, ending up with Hunk and Keith in the healing pods, it seemed appropriate.
As soon as the Yellow and Red Paladins were out of the pods, she grabbed them both by the wrist and tugged them to the main common room where Lance and Shiro were already waiting. Keith blinked at the massive pile of pillows and blankets lumped together on the floor, and turned to his tiny girlfriend.
“What’s all this for?” The half-Galran asked, surprised. Pidge pouted up at him as she shoved both boys down into the pile, Shiro and Lance settling in as well.
“Pidgeon here is touch starved, that’s all. You guys really worried us when you went down back there.” Lance clarified, already draped across Hunk’s lap and humming in delight as those large, warm fingers ran through his hair.
“So we decided to remedy her fidgeting with a group cuddle session.” Shiro finished as Keith leaned into that broad chest with a tired sigh.
“Sounds good to me. I’m always down for a cuddle pile.” Hunk agreed as he flopped onto his back next to Shiro and Keith, Pidge wriggling into Keith’s lap and sprawling across Hunk’s belly.
“You guys scared me. I almost thought you weren’t going to wake up.” Pidge admitted quietly, nuzzling into the Yellow Paladin’s stomach. Keith snorted. “As if a stupid laser beam THAT weak could take us down.”
“Shh, Keith. Cuddle now, talk and worry later.” Lance grumbled, Shiro chuckling in amusement. “Agreed.”
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Hope I did okay! :) this was fun to write!

BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Taehyung

Request by@belikelasagna: Annyeonggg Request: Them as flirty Starbucks guyss Hope you don’t mind me requesting reeeally often!! :))

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Please remember I’m going to be posting 1 a day for the next 7 days (a member a day) and it’s going to be in the order in which the ideas came to me and I wrote them😋

They all vary in length but I’ll give a word count before each one💁

I thoroughly enjoyed writing Taehyung’s one and actually sat and wrote it all in one go!😅🙌

I can’t believe in the last 3 days you guys have gotten me to over 800 followers!😭😘I really can’t thank you enough for all the love and support💖

Let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to make requests (HERE)

I will update my Masterlist soon and I promise another update for Heartbreak Girl is coming, but I was busy working on this😅

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Member: Taehyung

Length: 1735 words

“Why is he singing?”

“Why is who singing?” You reply to your friend, not even looking up from the crossword you had in front of you.

“The guy we ordered our drinks from, who got your name wrong.” She mumbled back around the straw in her drink, taking a long sip before gesturing with her head to said singing guy.

“Oh him, that’s Taehyung, he always sings when he cleans. You kind of get used to it after a while, it’s quite endearing.” You smiled, “Also, we have this running thing going. If he can guess my name, then I said I’d give him my number.”

Your friend scoffed in disbelief, raising her eyebrows but you only nodded, smiling.

“Okay, then what are the rules to this so called game thing you’re playing?” She finally asked and you smirked.

“Glad you asked. Basically he knows the first letter of my name, I had to give him somewhere to start. And then it’s kind of like hangman I guess, but with names.” She looked at you confused, “Okay, I know that sounds really weird but what I mean is that I told him the first letter at first to help him out and said he had 5 guesses to use whenever. The catch was though that if he couldn’t get it in those 5, I got a discounted drink. He used the 5 guesses straightaway and got it wrong, I paid less for my drink. I thought that was that but it turns out he is quite competitive.” You laughed.

“The next time I came in, he guessed again and again it was wrong. So I decided to give him the next letter of my name and 4 guesses this time. He didn’t use them all at once, but eventually they ran out and I got slightly more discount on my next drink. He now knows the first 3 letters of my name and has 2 guesses left after today.” You were smiling as you finished your explanation and your friend just shook her head and laughed.

“Only you would get into a guessing game like this with someone.”

You just shrugged and reached for your smoothie, taking a sip and humming in approval before looking back down at your crossword.

“Is he allowed help?”

You didn’t need to look up to know it was your friend who’d spoken and shook your head ‘no’, tapping your pen on the page in front of you because what the hell was an 8 letter pick-line related to coffee and why the hell was that one of the questions?

“Well as exciting as this is, I have to go to an even more exciting lunch with my family who has decided we are also going to try tandem cycling afterwards.” Your friend sighed and you giggled, looking up at her and the pouting look she was currently giving you.

“No, no puppy dog eyes. I’m not bailing you out again with a fake emergency. Do you know how long after the last time your mom kept reassuring me that ‘it’s okay, a lot of people trip up the stairs, it doesn’t matter that there were only three’.” She shook her head, “Well to answer that question, she still does it. I had to fake a sprained ankle for almost 2 weeks whenever I saw her which was always, thanks to you saying you needed to make sure I was okay.” You gave her a pointed look and she looked slightly guilty before breaking into a laugh.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but I had to think on the spot. You can’t honestly say you would have left me stranded to me sit through a family choir sing-a-long competition thing.” She raised an eyebrow and you caved and laughed.

“No, I would never let you be put through that.” You sighed, “But not today please? I’m really not in the mood to talk about my ‘poor coordination skills’ with your mother again.”

“Fine, I won’t fake emergency you today. But if my parents take photographic evidence of me ever going tandem cycling with them, you owe me 2 emergency bail outs.” Your friend held out her hand and you grabbed it, shaking on it.

“Deal.”

It was quiet for approximately 3 minutes after your friend left when a slight cough to your left startled you and you all but jumped in your seat.

“What the actual –?”

“Bean Mine.”

“Excuse me?” You choked out, hand still held to your chest as if would slow down your rapid beating heart (not likely, but the illusion helped) and raised your eyebrows at the person who was at fault for you almost having heart failure.

“Bean Mine.”

“Taehyung, I’m flattered, really. But number one: that is super cheesy, number two: you still haven’t guessed my name and, number three: didn’t that one guy Yoongi put up a ‘no pun pick-up line’ sign?” You were smiling now because Taehyung was smiling at you and it was nearly impossible not to smile back as he looked down at you.

“Glad you’re flattered but, number one: that was the answer to the question you’re stuck on in your crossword, number two: I still have 2 guesses left and, number three: Yoongi-hyung did put up that sign but he’s off today so we’re all safe.” He grinned, flashing you a peace sign, “Also, I wouldn’t use a line that terrible if I was going to use one on you.”

“Thank you,” You flushed (mostly because you were embarrassed that you guessed and failed that he was trying to pick you up but also because wow, his smile was… wow), pointing to your crossword, filling in the answer. “So are you going to use your other 2 guesses now or save them?” You asked, before continuing, “And if that was such a terrible line, I don’t suppose you know any better ones? Seeing as its safe and all.” You gestured towards the Yoongi-less Starbucks and – somehow – Taehyung’s grin got brighter.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” He referred to the guessing game you guys were playing, “But I do happen to know a few lines I think aren’t so bad.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, waving a hand to say ‘proceed’.

“There’s always the oldie but goodie, are you from Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.”

You laughed some more and groaned at the terrible pun. “Next!”

“My coffee hasn’t kicked in yet, so I can’t think of a charming pickup line.” Taehyung shook his head as if he were just waking up and you grinned.

“A little better, but I think you can top that.”

“Hey, was your daddy a barista because you are ALMOST what I ordered.” He laughed at this one, slapping his hand on his knee, “Get it? Because you don’t always get the right thing.” He managed to calm himself down but as soon as he saw the amused look on your face, he started laughing again.

“Okay, that was a giant step back.” You groaned playfully again, “Thank God Yoongi isn’t here or you’d be dead.”

Taehyung snorted at that and rolled his eyes, “Please, he loves me. The worst he’d probably do is ban me from his apartment for a while and even then Hoseok-hyung would let me in because he loves me too.” He grinned again and then rolled his shoulders like a Boxer before a fight. “Ready for the next one?”

You just shook your head and giggled, “I don’t know, am I?”

“Oh you’re such a TEA-se (insert wrong name guess here)!”

“Maybe,” You poked your tongue out playfully, “but at least I’m one step closer to another discounted drink because that, Dear Taehyung, was wrong.”

“Damnit, I really thought I had it this time.” He pouted, “Time for the big guns though.” He took a deep breath and suddenly there was a shy look on his face and your heart started melting and wait, what the heck? “I like you about 1/18 as much as I like a Pumpkin Spice Latte, which is to say I like you a lot, go on a date with me please Y/N?“

You felt your whole body flush and had to look away from the sweet, hopeful look on his face because holy hell were you not expecting that at all.

“What, did I get it wrong again? Must I get you your discounted drink now? Was that really that bad? I kind of made it up on the spot.” Taehyung was rambling and it was so endearing, just like the way he sings when he cleans, how he pulls funny faces at you whenever you walk in, how he gets so excited about guessing, how his hair falls in his eyes if he doesn’t tie it back with a bandana because he told you he’s too lazy to go for a haircut, and how he’s always just so freaking nice to everyone, and so when you suddenly turned to face him again – he stopped.

You looked down once, taking a deep breath before meeting his eyes again, “No, you didn’t get it wrong actually. No, I don’t want my discounted drink now. And no, the line definitely wasn’t bad at all. In fact,” You ripped off a piece of paper from the bottom of your crossword and scribbled your number down, holding it out to him, “I owe you this, for winning the game of course. But how about instead of another discounted drink, I pay for us to get drinks sometime, somewhere not here.” You blushed, looking down again and bit your bottom lip because Taehyung was now holding your hand that was holding your number out to him and even though his cheeks were tinted pink, he looked a whole lot more composed than you and how is that fair?

“How about another discounted drink here, together, on my break today. And I take you out for dinner,” He was grinning his bright, boxy smile and swinging the hand of yours that he was still holding, back and forth, “so I can try guess your favourite colour.”

You laughed loudly at that and already decided – whether you knew it or not – that your new favourite colour was the pink of Taehyung’s lips after he’d bitten them to fight off the even bigger grin from when you agreed.

anonymous asked:

Is it alright to request a mutual pining fic for Rowaelin or Manorian ?

Of course, Hun!

This took a completely different turn from what I had planned at first, but I hope you guys still enjoy :)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Rowan couldn’t help but stare from across the school cafeteria. Not when she looked like she did. Her blond hair flowing like waves over her shoulders. Full lips pulled back in a smile over her perfect teeth. Rowan could basically hear her laugh in his ears from where he has sat with his friends. Her gold-ringed eyes - eyes that captivated Rowan to this day - were shining bright as she rolled them at something that was said.

Rowan couldn’t help but stare at sophomore Aelin Galathynius. Everytime she was in the room, she lit it on fire. Brightening the air around her.

“Dude. Watch the drool.”

Rowan managed to pull his gaze around from Aelin, glaring at Fenrys.

“I wasn’t drooling.” He snapped before picking up his soda can, taking a big sip.

“Not yet,” Fenrys glanced over his shoulder at Aelin, before turning back to Rowan with a smirk on his face. “But I give it just a few more moments of you gawking at Fire Queen over there, and you would’ve started.”

It took all of Rowan’s strength not to crush his soda can in his hand and throw it at Fenrys head.

“Why not just talk to her?” Connall asked from his brothers side. “It’s not like you two don’t know each other.”

Lorcan snorted as he lunged back in his chair. “I’d like to see the day Whitethron grows a pair and talks to the Bitch Queen.”

“Don’t call her that.” Rowan growled, but Lorcan simply rolled his eyes.

The subject was dropped as quick as it came. Everyone around him started talking about the game plan for their next Football game this weekend. But Rowan found himself watching Aelin once more.

Connall was right, they did know each other. They basically grew up together. Ever since they met as kids, at a taekwondo class. They butted heads from the moment they were paired together. They hated each other at first, until a boy in their class - Cairn - was paired with Aelin for a match and he ended up punching her square in the face, on purpose. Which led to Rowan returning the favour before Aelin roundhouse kicked him in the stomach, blood spilling on her shirt as she did so. From that moment on, they were friends.

For years they hung out. Going to each others houses and hanging out in school. Building forts in the forest behind Aelin’s house. Doing Taekwondo together with Aelin’s cousin, Aedion. That was Rowan’s life for years, and he loved it.

Until he got to high school.

Aelin was still in middle school when Rowan entered high school. Which was fine, at first. Then Rowan joined the football team, and had to spend more time studying. He started partying and actually noticing girls. He was changing. Growing up.

Him and Aelin started hanging out less and less, until they stopped all together. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time they spoke. Everything between them just, stopped.

Then Rowan entered his senior year. And Aelin wasn’t even on his mind. Until she walked passed him in the hall on the first day of school, and Rowan barely recognized her.

Aelin Galathynius was definitely not the little girl he knew. She grew up. And she grew up into the most beautiful woman Rowan had ever seen.

But despite them being in the same school again, despite walking past each other in the hallways every now and then, they still had yet to say one word to each other.

Rowan couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to her. Which was ridiculous. She was his childhood friend. All he had to do was go up to her and say hi.

And yet, here he was. Just like every other day. Watching her from across the room without her knowing.

What made this all even more sad and ridiculous was the fact that Rowan knew, deep down, he was falling for her. He was falling in love with this breathtaking woman, who had the most beautiful eyes and dazzling smile.

And she didn’t even know it.


“Rowan Whitethron is staring at you again.”

Aelin looked up from her food, her gaze moving across the cafeteria to where Rowan and his cadre were sitting. She watched them for a few moments as they all talked amongst themselves, probably about football or girls.

Her gaze stopped on Rowan for a moment. His white hair cropped short and standing out against his tan skin.The t-shirt he was wearing did wonders for his arms and chest, showing off the muscles he definitely didn’t have when they were kids. Pine-green eyes sparkled as they glared at Fenrys before he leaned back against his chair.

“He is not.” Aelin looked back down at her tray, picking at her chocolate cake.

“He so was.” Lysandra nudged her with her elbow. “He just looked away the moment you looked up.”

“Stop telling lies, Lysandra,” Aelin turned to her friend, a smirk on her lips. “It’s not attractive.”

“Are you calling me attractive, Galathynius?”

Aelin laughed, simply rolling her eyes at Lysandra’s behaviour. She turned back to her tray, taking a big piece of her chocolate cake and eating it.

“She’s right you know.” Nehemia spoke up from across Aelin. “Whitethron always seems to be watching at you.”

“As much as I hate to say this,” Manon stepped in. “Most of the guys and girls in this hell hole watch Bitch Queen here. She’s hot.”

Aelin placed a hand on her heart as she turned to Manon. “Did you actually just compliment me, Blackbeak?”

“Don’t get use to it.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” Elide asked from her girlfriends side. “You guys did grow up together, didn’t you.”

“I’m not going to talk to him.” Aelin leaned back against her chair. “Yes, we grew up together. But the last time we spoke, I was like 12. He probably doesn’t even recognize or remember me now.”

“Impossible.” Aedion pulled into a seat next to Lysandra as he smiled at Aelin. “No one forgets us Ashryvers.”

“Aedion, guess what.” Lysandra’s eyes held a sparkle in them as she spoke. “Your cousin thinks I’m attractive.”

“Of course she does.” Aedion leaned in, placing a kiss on Lysandra’s lips. “Us Ashryvers also have good taste.”

The chatter around Aelin continued on, but she stopped listening. Instead, her eyes landed on Rowan. She watched as he fooled around with his friends, her words from a moment ago coming back to her.

She really did think Rowan didn’t recognize her. They walked past each other in the hallways sometimes, but he didn’t so much as glance at her. She even was walking up to him on the first day of her freshman year, but he walked away.

Not that she blamed him. He was older than her. He started partying and drinking when she was still basically playing with dolls. So it didn’t really surprise her one bit when they stopped talking all those years ago. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Aelin lost a friend. One of her best friends. And it killed her back then. But what made it hurt even more, was the fact that 12 year old Aelin had a little crush on Rowan at the time.

It was stupid. She didn’t even know why she had a crush on him, but she did. But what made it even more stupid and pathetic was it didn’t go away.

She thought it did. She even had other boyfriends before. But that first day of school, when Aelin saw Rowan for the first time in years, she realized it didn’t go away. The crush was still there.

And the real kicker was, the more Aelin watched Rowan and his pine-green eyes, she realized it was more than a crush.

She was falling in love with Rowan Whitethron.

And he didn’t even know it.

I Wanna Be Your Lover

This is my entry for @chelsea072498‘s Crazy Challenge.  My Song was I Wanna Be Your Lover, and the quote I chose was “How long have you been standing there?” “Longer than you’d like.”

Summary: Castiel stops the reader from going on a date with another guy.

warnings: just fluff!

word count: ~850

You danced to the music blaring from your stereo as you got ready for your date, fresh out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel.  You were working on getting your make-up on point, making sure that everything was perfect.

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tea time for anon. prompt: meet the family


“we never see you anymore, big bro.” isabel blurts out. she’s sitting on the ramparts of the roof saddle style, leg swinging freely in open air.

“i have more responsibilities now.”

“sure.” furlan snorts, sitting to isabel’s side on the floor of the roof, a knife’s blade polishing between his fingers.

“fuck you, furlan.” levi spits, kicks up gravel that sprays into his lap.

“you’re always around the commander.” isabel chimes, sing songs it like a taunt, and it flairs levi to anger.

“like a dog.” furlan adds.

“like a little angry dog.” isabel giggles. levi squints his eyes, smacks furlan generously upside the head, and points a finger directly at isabel’s nose. furlan groans and rubs his head, and the two of them whimper. turning heel, he stomps away toward the door. “aw! come on, levi! we’re just messin’ with ya!”

“let ‘im go, bel. he’s got some shoes to polish.”

levi stops mid-step, twitches his head to the side and looks over his shoulder. “if it wasn’t for erwin, none of us would be alive right now.”

“you say that…”

levi turns, shoulders up to his ears. isabel and furlan are his family, the only two people in the whole world that can see and understand him… though a third is quickly coming to bloom. “you know damn well it’s true. stop being an asshole about it.”

“it’s because we avoided the rain storm–”

“it’s because we had him.” levi nearly shouts, but his voice is so smooth it strikes like a slick venom. “get your fuckin’ head outta your ass and realize that.”

“he tricked us.”

“not before we did first.”

“as if he ever was to begin with…”

the same fight as always. the strain between furlan and levi could only be distinguished as jealousy, and levi doesn’t care to understand why. they are his to protect and care for, and the best way he can do that is to follow erwin. what furlan’s deal is doesn’t fucking matter to him, as long as he’s still breathing to even have a problem at all. “he saved us then too.”

“he doesn’t give a shit about us. he gives a shit about you.” furlan says softly.

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the signs as quotes from "the room"
  • Aries: Hahaha what a story Mark.
  • Taurus: I got the results of the test back. I definitely have breast cancer
  • Gemini: Anyway, how's your sex life?
  • Cancer: Don't worry about it.
  • Leo: How many people come in and out of this apartment every day?
  • Virgo: The candles, the music, the sexy dress - I mean, what's going on here?
  • Libra: Peter, you always play psychologist with us.
  • Scorpio: If a lot of people loved each other, the world would be a better place to live.
  • Sagittarius: You don't have me! You'll never have me!
  • Capricorn: Hi doggie.
  • Aquarius: I just like to watch you guys.
  • Pisces: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, LISA!
Owned - pt 6

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

You grabbed your coat and shoes as quickly as possible

Placing the basket inside, you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would take you downstairs to the lobby. Every second in that elevator felt like you were going up thousands of feet, instead of going down.

Sure enough when the doors opened, there were rose petals on the ground, but there was not a soul to be seen. The lobby was empty. Not even the receptionists were there.

You followed the rose petals to the front door and braced yourself for the cold breeze. A red carpet was rolled out, leading to the usual luxury car. Namjoon stood there holding the door open and waiting for you with a smile.

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