Ravenclaw: Sits in the window and watches birds. Jumps on laps for head scratches. Meows at people to get attention. Recognizes their name and understands what the “shaking treat bag” noise means.
Slytherin: Constantly wants to go outside. Greets new people by twining between their legs. Incredible balance. Loses their collar every few days. Likes to steal socks and knock toys beneath furniture.
Hufflepuff: Sleeps all the time. Makes small mrrp noises whenever they’re surprised/woken up. Tucks their nose beneath their tail. Small purring ball of fluff. Likes to lay on laps and fuzzy blankets.
Gryffindor: Shoots through the room with no warning and for no reason. Very good at catching mice. Tails fluff up at loud noises. Will eat people food if it’s put it on the floor. Likes to hide in strange places.
(100 years later I finally got to your prompt, mac-noa ! I wasn’t explicitly lovey dovey bc I didn’t want to be ooc and it’s only actually from Matt’s POV, but I hope it works for you!!!)
Matt and Dan walk in late, strung together by the hands, still flushed from kissing in the car pre-practice. They go sheepish when they see the unimpressed look on Wymack’s face. Renee smiles brightly at them and Allison gives them a brisk nod, but the monsters are in more disarray than usual. Bits and pieces of their group are missing, and it leaves Matt with the peculiar feeling of looking at a familiar photograph that suddenly has the faces scratched out.
Their ringleader is absent, for starters, couch conspicuously empty beside Kevin — who looks unmoved and stoic and nauseated as usual.
It’s not unusual for Andrew to do things just because it’s inconvenient for others, but it’s a little weird for Neil to skip out as well. It’s a lot weird that he’s late at the same time as Andrew when Exy hangs in the balance.
Any association between them feels like something Matt has to fix, like he set something bad in motion by meeting Neil later than Andrew did in the fall. They’re probably off having one of their weird, close, angry looking conversations that always end in agreements Matt doesn’t understand.
Wymack waits thirty seconds past Matt and Dan’s arrival, and then he looks at the couch like it’s causing him pain, and starts delegating tasks for the day. He only asks once where the missing links are and there’s a lot of shrugging and staring straight ahead before he gives up.
They’re less rowdy than usual, and Matt thinks they’re all individually trying to solve Neil and Andrew’s absence in their heads. (As soon as they get up to move to the court, Allison starts whispering numbers for their betting pool until Dan bats her away.)
Matt squeezes Dan’s hand until she looks at him, and they have a brief conversation in smothered smiles.
They split up to change, and Matt straps into his gear feeling vaguely ill at ease. He keeps glancing at the door between straps and tugs of his uniform, and he notices Nicky doing the same thing. He smiles awkwardly when Matt catches him, and Matt feels a rare pulse of kinship for him. Both Andrew’s lot and the upperclassmen seem equally confused, so they have something in common for once.
The strange feeling follows Matt all the way to the court and through the first set of drills before Neil finally shows up, looking harried and flushed and all sorts of things Matt doesn’t usually associate with Neil.
He pushes into the court straight past Wymack’s blustering reprimand, and Matt catches the tail end of a flippant apology before Neil’s sprinting to centre court.
Matt stares at him. Neil waits, twisting his racquet in his hand, shoulders tense like he expects someone to toss him into the gameplay by force.
“What?” Neil asks, annoyed.
“You’re late,” Matt says stupidly.
“Twenty minutes late,” Kevin interrupts. “Almost like you’re trying to get worse.”
“He was with me,” Andrew says suddenly, breezing past them towards goal looking impossible to have spent twenty straight minutes with. Neil sort of jolts at the sound of his voice, and Matt eyes him narrowly.
Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times
Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?
A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D
If it hasn't already been done (I know I haven't read them all yet) could you do 71 with matt and niel? I can't ever get enough of their friendship
71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”
The court is soup, stirring and humid, and Matt stares straight up at the ceiling, trying to catch a proper breath. He’s aware of Dan folded almost in half by the benches, holding a stitch in her side like something’s about to pop out.
Nicky’s starfished a metre away from Matt, gasping dramatically with both arms criss-cross flung over his eyes. The rest of the team is hunched or stretched like roman statues, twisted in grotesque shapes to take the pressure off of their overworked ankles and lungs.
Inevitably, Neil is utterly solid on his feet, chest still heaving with exertion but eyes focused. Andrew passes him an unscrewed water bottle and they make eye contact for five whole seconds too long. Matt snorts, rolling away onto his front and grimacing at the sweaty peeling sound his uniform makes.
“Neil,” he calls, holding his own flushed cheeks. “Any ETA on when we can scrape ourselves off the court?”
“What?” he asks sharply.
“We just want to whither and die in our own homes,” Nicky moans.
“We have a half hour left in our regular practice plus we’re a month away from semifinals,” Neil says, incredulous. “We should be working harder than ever.”
“A month,” Allison repeats. “As in one month. As in what— over forty practices to go?”
Matt sneaks a glance and Neil has his arms crossed, his mouth sour. “The ravens will be—“
“Nope,” Allison interrupts, “I’m sick of hearing about what Edgar Allan’s demonic fucking automatons would do. They don’t play by the same rules as us. That’s sort of the point.”
“We’ll be better fresh, Neil,” Dan says, still panting a little from her last lap. “You know what pushing too hard looks like.”
“And I know what not pushing hard enough looks like,” Neil snaps, harsh and echoey in their plexiglass cage. He swallows a couple of times, maybe trying to get the taste of his outburst out of his mouth, and then he looks away. “Some of you meet resistance and stop pushing.”
“I mean If I know anything about Q-tips, that’s what you’re supposed to do,” Nicky says.
“Your body resists for a reason.” Aaron grimaces, apparently upset to be agreeing with his cousin.
“Neil’s right,” Kevin says, and everyone groans. His eyes narrow, and he taps his racquet on the floor like he’s calling order to a courtroom. “We’re not improving. We’re stagnant, and we’re taking the extra bulk of the newbies for granted. More bodies doesn’t guarantee a win, we know this. We have to switch things up.”
“Switch things up,” Allison repeats, leaning back on her hands. “What would you propose, Queenie? You want us to switch jersey’s? Play on a basketball court?”
“The jersey thing sounds fun,” Matt says, sly. “Dibs on Dan’s.”
“Switch things up,” Neil echoes, and Matt watches helplessly as a bad idea dawns on him.
summary: Six years is a lot of time to grieve the loss of the girl who has your heart.
When Bellamy wakes up the day After, he doesn’t cry, even though he feels the sadness resting at the
hollow of his throat and stinging at his eyes. In his chest, his heart is
breaking, and there’s a deep, near-bottomless emptiness, but there’s also hope. The kind that cuts, makes it hard
to breathe. She could be out there, he
thinks. She could be alive; he hopes,
and it is torture. Because she isn’t. He has to accept that. Besides, he thinks bitterly, he has all the time in the world.
RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC being an mermaid?? Your blog ir my fave mysme hc blog /sorryforthebadenglish
You’re english is actually very good! :) Thank you so much for your support! This was actually a very fun, interesting prompt. As you might notice, I kinda switched between mythologies and kinds of mermaids between characters, so hopefully that makes things interesting! Enjoy!
MC decided to show him in the bathtub in her apartment
His jaw dropped
The only thing that came out of his mouth was, “You look like a mermaid from LOLOL!”
MC laughed as he blushed, and explained that her mermaid cousin had actually designed a lot of mythical creatures for various fantasy based games, and she knows her cousin designed the mermaids for LOLOL
She’s got scales her and there, imbedded in her cheeks and shoulders, and Yoosung just can’t stop staring because she’s so sparkly and pretty
Before he can help it, he says, “If anything happens, at least I’m a vet.”
MC laughs and pulls him into the tub for that comment
He has so many questions for later, but holds them back in this moment to just let this whole situation sink in
For some reason, MC insisted they go to the beach
No real explanation
MC would only say that there was something she wanted to show Jaehee
It was a warm and sunny day, there were plenty of people, but MC dragged her to this perfect little hideaway beach where no one else could see them swim
MC dragged Jaehee in once they’d set up camp and they swam and played and eventually MC coaxed Jaehee down into the water so that she could see her bottom half clearly
Jaehee was so startled she had to go up for air
MC shyly peaked her head up in the water and Jaehee could see how nervous she was and calmed down
They go up to the beach, but sit so that the ocean comes up to the hips
They talk, Jaehee feels MC’s tail and asks questions about mermaids, a kind of child-like curiosity in wanting to know about her people
MC was just relieved Jaehee was so accepting of her and still wanted to be with her
It was always interesting to him that MC knew so very little about popular media and some common social norms
She had a phone, of course, but she’d seemed surprised when he turned on the TV one day, and half the time, electronics seemed to confuse her
Of course, it was adorable watching her flounder and ask for his help
she also seemed to eat a lot of fish
Then, one day, a woman showed up while they were on a date
She and MC went off privately a little and fought about something, the other woman trying to force something into MC’s hands
When MC came back, she told Zen there was something they really needed to talk about
He almost didn’t believe her when she explained that she was a mermaid, but she had purposely transformed for him, and he was… well, he was in awe
MC also awkwardly explained that she… well, she made a deal with a Sea Witch, her sisters are scared she’ll never return to the ocean and die, like fable of the Little Mermaid
MC won’t as long as she pays the Sea Witch off or… uses the blood of the man she loves to null the contract all together
MC assures him that paying the Sea Witch is already taken care of, so he doesn’t need to worry about that
Zen still worries that her sisters will come try to kill him, but MC assures him that they know better than to try
When MC told him, he thought she was joking
Seriously, if she was a mermaid, how did she have legs now?
Well, MC explains that mermaids can leave the sea for long durations of time, but eventually have to return for a year (or five) in order to live
Thank goodness for modern amenities, however, as she is able to mix up a makeshift saltwater bath, dip in, and prove it
Jumin’s face suddenly darkens and asks if she has any skins that she needs to wear to transform or if she has a mermaid husband, but MC quickly tells him he’s thinking of selkie and he has nothing to worry about
MC is very impressed with his knowledge of mythology
Then again, he reads a lot of… let’s say, interesting, books
She assures him that, because she can mix up a salt water bath whenever she needs, she can and will stay with him
That’s all he needs to hear
He sets up a few precautions to protect MC, intends to keep her secret secret, and does some research
Jumin discovers online that mermaids like shiny things, so he buys MC a ton of shiny things and she goes nuts for it, which makes him happy
“I always thought there was something fishy about you!”
Omfg, Saeyoung, not now. Get that stupid grin off your face.
Btw, he walked in on her in the tub with her tail hanging out the side
On the surface he takes the whole thing surprisingly well, cracking jokes, asking questions
“How long have you been a mermaid? Can you breathe underwater? Do you have a pod or a pet dolphin? How deep underwater can you go?”
On the inside, he’s planning/panicking
How is he going to hide her secret and protect her? Because he certainly didn’t know mermaids existed until now
MC is honestly surprised by his apparent enthusiasm
They end up having a long, semi-serious conversation about her being a mermaid, how they can hide it, and who they should and shouldn’t tell
Then they talk mermaid stuff, like how she never gets pruney, she doesn’t need air because she has gils, and what prompted her to leave the sea in the first place
Honestly, the moment V heard that MC was a mermaid, he didn’t believe it until she showed him by dragging him to a secluded beach
And the moment he saw her, he just wanted to take her picture
So he did, catching a gorgeous shot of her tail catching the light just right and the ocean as a backdrop
That was the only picture V took, he made one print of it, and hid the film
The only people who would ever see the picture were himself and MC
The picture was too beautiful to destroy, and V itched to take more, but never would to protect her secret
MC is honestly surprised at how well he handled everything
V really likes the sound of her singing, but she has a bad habit of singing sea shanties, so he can’t help but laugh at the stereotypical mermaid things she does
When he found out, Saeran was so scared she was going to leave him to return to the sea
MC assured him she wasn’t going anywhere, but he was still scared to bits
Besides, MC was a freshwater mermaid and grew by a river and a lake
Saeran ends up having Saeyoung help him build a bunch of water proof electronic devices (including a phone and a smart watch with a tracker inside) for MC so that he can still keep track of her if she goes underwater
As… invasive as it is, the devises also notify her when someone is checking her location
MC ends up showing the devises off to her mermaid friends, who then wish to use valuables they’ve gathered from accidents and wrecks to pay for phones for themselves
She also takes a ton of underwater photos for Saeran so that he can see what she sees
Once they’re living together in a place near a river, he’s so much more at ease
This is for @sybaritismfics! She’s another talented fellow author, who offered her friendship. :)
“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”
Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and
then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed.
She should have expected it, really. As much as they were both at her
house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already. But this was
Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had
to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been
safe. What was he doing here two nights in a row?
“Earth to Marinette?”
She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.
Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them. “Yeah, patrolling! I was
just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in
their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll
just, uh, be on my way—”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him
with his torso already half outside. She coiled the end of it around
her fist and tugged, smirking. “If you don’t stick around, then you’re
going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”
Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.
“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on
the chaise. “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half
of Paris’s super duo. And don’t even try to tell me this was the first
time. That cat has obviously been here before.”
“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”
“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.” He dropped to the floor
next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head
against her knee. “You might as well come clean. You know the
Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till
she gets her scoop.”
Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned. “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”
“ ‘Princess’? He has a pet name for you? Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”
“A while?” She shrugged. “I don’t really remember when it started. And it wasn’t that often at first.”
Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview. “How did it even start?”
“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around
the rooftops. I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while,
and…” She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his
head and began to absently scratch his ears. Chat pushed his head into
her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.
Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.
“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company. And she feeds me.”
Alya laughed. “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”
“Well, I do now,” she laughed.
“Hey!” He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.
“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.” His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.
Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t
comment. “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero
visiting your bedroom, Mari?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again. “The first time, I thought
it was a one-time thing. And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just
happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’
“A few hours?”
“We were bored.”
“Whatever.” Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “I just didn’t
mention it. I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to
freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly. “If it got out that I
like to come here, it might put her family in danger. And if it got out
that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”
“I guess I can see that.” Alya nodded thoughtfully. “So, you guys are just…friends? What do you do?”
“Whatever, really. Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”
“I help her with her physics.” Chat grinned. “And model for her when she needs a muse.”
“With, or without the suit?”
“Alya!” Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.
“What? It’s a valid question.”
Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively. “With the suit, this time. But next time? Who knows.”
She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee. “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Do I have to?” He pouted.
“Yes. Go. I’ll see you…another time. Ok?”
“Fine. A cat knows when he’s not wanted.” He stood and winked at
Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see. Then
climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in
the ceiling. “See you later, Ladyblogger. Goodnight, Princess,” he
called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.
Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight
with a soft smile. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”
Prompt: You believe that Sherlock is crazy for Irene so one day, you have to help Irene escape some guys that followed her and cornered her. You end up seriously injured. When Sherlock arrives, thinking that you were going to die, everything is laid out.
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
A/N: This was a request an anon sent in and I really enjoyed writing this one. A bit longer than usual but I had a cute story to tell and I really wanted to :P I hope you guys like this one! Remember! My requests are always open and I love writing for y’all so don’t be afraid to send one in!
You’re sitting, writing your report on the case Sherlock and John are working on. Peaking up from the top of your laptop, you silently watch Sherlock move about the kitchen, grabbing all his evidence to test as John stands there making tea.
“Y/n, come here for a second, I need an extra pair of hands to help me.” Sherlock calls out. John lets out a scoff, “I’m standing right here! I can help Sherlock!”
Description: Dick needs to talk to a friend of his at Arkham. Upon hearing that he has to come along, Jason imagines a patient ready for interrogation. Instead, he gets a cute and shy psychiatrist who is probably a goddess in disguise.
Notes: Here’s something quick that was requested a while back! I hope you don’t mind that I changed teh prompt a little, anon.
Being a psychiatrist was hard. Being a psychiatrist in the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, a hospital burrowed deep into Gotham’s suburbs, was even harder—not to mention dangerous. First off, hospital can be used as a loose term, because half the time it’s more like a prison or a maze to those that work there… and for those that live there. For the staff it is a place where no one belongs; sitting in your office you can hear distant screaming and being soullessly stared at by your patients is… concerning. Your patients vary from small time crooks with no real motivations and then to people like The Joker. You, being one of the rookies, are lucky and get to deal with the little fish. Every time the Joker’s new doctor exits the laughing man’s room he is so pale. You are lucky, and that you can deal with.
But the strangest part of your job was not how your co-workers were too quiet, or how patients escaped every other Tuesday, not even how the building was consistently funded by Wayne Enterprises on almost a scary level—that Bruce Wayne guy has some serious problems, but charitable problems nonetheless—but actually something entirely outlandish. Not only were most of the patients at Arkham “supervillains”, but the people who put them in Arkham in the first place are often people who go out at night and dress in costumes too. Hell, you’re talking to two of them right now.