doing anything to avoid this paper

The Stereotype

 Requested by anon: Drabble #7 with eric from divergent plsss 

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

 Word count: 955

 Drabble: Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.

 Things are different now. That was the first thing they told you when you jumped off the net. A brand new initiation with new possibilities. Thanks to those “possibilities” you’re standing here, in the leader’s office, waiting for Max.

 You’re a very good fighter. The best among the transfers, and better than half of the Dauntless-born. Someone saw something good on you. You hope this person is right.

 “Among all those kids, Four had to choose a little girl.”

 You look at the door behind you to see him. Eric. It makes sense. He’s your instructor and a leader. Max wouldn’t lose his time with the initiates.

 “It’s you, then.” The smile that comes to his lips seems honest and that surprises you. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re good. (Y/N), am I right?”


 “Very good. That’s how it’ll work.” He sits down in his huge chair, making eye contact all the time. You can’t help but feel uncomfortable. “You’ll train with the other initiates until lunch. Then with me until dinner. That means…”

 “I’ll have to train even harder.” You cut him off, shyly avoiding his gaze. Those blue eyes can make you melt, somehow you know that. “Four already told me that.”

 “Great. Meet me here tomorrow after lunch. Don’t be late.” 

 “Maybe this opportunity isn’t a good thing for you.” Clary, your friend who came with you from Erudite is trying to change your mind. For two hours now. “Do you know Keenan? The Dauntless-born with green hair? He told me Eric punched his brother right in the face just because the man didn’t move out his way.”

 “I’ll just move then.” A laugh escapes your lips. “The thing is: I never thought about leadership. Now that I actually have a chance, I’ll fight for it.”

 “Eric is the bad guy, (Y/N). You need to understand that.” Clary makes you stop, right by the dormitory’s door. “He hanged five initiates over the chasm for something like disobeying his orders.”

 “Clar, I’ll be fine. Let’s get some sleep because tomorrow will be a long day.”

 Ignoring her response, you run the bathroom to take a shower before going to sleep.

 “(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Four calls you when you successfully hit your target. You gladly run to meet him, standing away from everyone.

 “What’s up?”

 “Eric.” It’s cute to see that he cares. Four has been a great friend since you came here. “You don’t like following rules, but you have to do what he says.” He takes a look around, probably just checking if the initiates aren’t trying to kill each other. “He’s dangerous. I thought he wouldn’t agree training you so I’d do myself. But for some reason, he wants to keep his eyes on you.”

 “Four, I’m thankful for your friendship and for your help. Clary wants me to give up because you know… It’s Eric. But I can handle it. I can handle him.” You give him a smile, kindly touching his arm. “I promise that I’ll tell you if anything happens.”

 “I’ll be here for you, but I won’t be physically there to help you. You have to keep in mind that Eric is the bad…”

 “(Y/N)!” You turn around quickly to face Eric, staring at you from the other side of the training room. “You’re fighting now.”

 “See you around, Four.”

 You take your time during lunch, enjoying the small talk with the other initiates. Clary keeps giving you tips on “how to deal with Eric Dauntless Leader Coulter”. When Four calls, you say goodbye to your friends, running to the leader’s office.

 Guess what you see when you get there? The worst person of this cruel faction drinking coffee peacefully. You clean your throat after opening the door quietly, not wanting to bother him or something.

 “You’re late.”

 “No, I’m not. Four can prove it.” It comes out before you can think, and the image of your body hanging over the chasm fills your mind.

 “Four. You like him.” It isn’t a question, but you don’t know why Eric is saying this. What Four has to do with this situation?

 “Of course I do. We’re kinda friends.” You sit before him, playing with a black pen, pretending to draw on his desk. “He helps me. He actually helps everyone who needs him.”

 “What about me?”

 It does make you freeze. Eric’s icy eyes are locked on yours. You search on your memories for a reason. Since the first day, you’ve been trying your best and being successful. You know Eric pays a lot of attention to you, but that’s just because you’re good at what you do.

 But that’s weird. What the hell he wants you to say?

 “About you what?” You struggle, trying not to stutter.

 “Four is your friend. What am I?”

 “My leader. My instructor.” You take a deep breath, letting the pen fall from your fingers. “And everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.

 “Do you believe them?” Eric stands up, moving to sit on the chair beside you.

 “I don’t know yet.”

 “If you don’t give up I can show you that I’m more than a stereotype.”

 “Why?” You can’t help but smile. Eric’s very handsome and it makes you blush. Trying to keep your heartbeat steady, you avoid his gaze.

 “Because I kinda like you.” He imitates your tone when you were speaking about Four.

 “Well, I can’t promise you anything.”

 “Good thing I have time.” After giving you a smile that almost makes your heart melt, he goes back to his seat, grabbing a pile of papers. “Today we have paperwork.”

 You’d complain, but somehow you want to spend all the time you can with him.

Master List of Soulmate AUs

Edit: Updated 10/December/2016
Edit: Updated 30/August/2016
Edit: Updated 5/June/2016

I’ve been posting Soulmate AU Lists. Since I’ll get tired of linking every list individually on each and every post I make, and because it’s pretty disorganized, I decided to compile them all into one big list. So that means this post will constantly be edited and whatnot.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [More TBA]
(Full list below, these are just the posts the lists are from) 


–Something Written/Drawn–

-Each others’ names on their wrist/palm/etc

-Names on both wrist, one soulmate other enemy, can’t tell which one is which

-Each other’s initials on their wrist/palm/etc

-Each others’ first words to one another

-Each others’ last words (to one another)

-Same marking on each other’s skin

- Each soulmate has one half of a quote that is important to their relationship.

-A timer for when they shall first meet

-A timer for when the other dies

-Timer counting up and stops when you’ll meet your soulmate

-Timer starts counting the moment you meet your soulmate

-Writing that says how old your soulmate will be when you meet

- Everyone is born with a unique number only they and their soulmates have. 

-Writing that says what your soulmate is most passionate about

-Your soulmate’s feelings about you is written on your body

-Your soulmates first impression/thoughts about you is written on your body

-Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

- Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate. 

- Each day on your arm is a particular event your soulmate will face today. (Examples: Promotion, family death, new pet, meeting soulmate…)

-Every night you receive a message about a random sentence your soulmate has said that day. 

-You have a watch that says the timezone your soulmate is in

-The first drawing you see from your soulmate is tattoo-ed on your skin

-Meter of how dangerous your soulmate is

-Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

- A touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there (like a different coloured area on your skin, or a symbol, or name)

- Ink marks (similar to tattoos) are on your body. When your soulmate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect with each other.

-Counter (maybe on your palm) that depicts how many times you pass your soulmate

-Timer of how much time you spent with your soulmate

-Timer of how much time you don’t spend with your soulmate (maybe only in effect after you meet them)

-You only get the first letter of your soulmate’s name

–Changed Vision–

-See colour for the first time when you meet, fades away when they die

-Will only see shades of your soulmate’s eye colour until you meet

-Can only see colour to places your soulmate’s been/touched

-Everyone is technically “blind”. You can only see what your soulmate sees (until you meet them maybe)

–Different Abilities–

-See/hear/speak/etc for the first time when you meet 

-Being next to soulmate heals injuries

- You stop aging at a certain age, until you meet your soulmate and grow old together.

- Everyone has super powers, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.

- Everyone has weak powers, but when soulmates are together their powers are amplified

-Have the same super power

-Soulmates have opposite powers from each other (fire and water, invisibility and high noticeability, etc)

- Teleport to each others side

- Everyone has the ability to manipulate the force of wind to an extent. The wind blows in the direction of where their soulmate is. (Maybe the wind is stronger depending on your bond)

- Everyone has powers, and when you meet your soul mate you swap powers. (Probably have to hang out with them to get pointers on your new powers)


-Get the same emotions as your soulmate does (They’re sad, you’re suddenly sad) 

- Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

-When you get sick, so does your soulmate

-Soulmates share the same handwriting

-Soulmates share the same fingerprints

-You share your knowledge with your soulmate

-You share your temperature with your soulmate

- Songs sung by your soulmate is stuck in your head.

- Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.

-There’s a radio in everyone’s heads that they share with their soulmates, the two(?) of you can change the tunes

-Unique song imprinted in your mind that only you and your soulmate knows

-Have the same tics at the same time (verbal tics, drumming fingers, humming, etc)

-Cellphones between soulmates are in the same condition (cracked screens are in the same places)

-If you’re having a good/bad day, your soulmate will have the same amount of good/bad day. (Or alternatively, the opposite)

- There’s a small screen only visible to you that allows you to see what your soulmate is seeing (think kind of like those video games with splits screens)

- Soulmates share the same afterlife   

-Have the same heart beat

-Heartbeat morse code for soulmates name

-Soulmate’s heart beat on your wrist

-Everyone has life points/years left in their life, and people can give their soulmates their own life points/years if they’re lacking

-Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow

-Everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate (except clouds/sun/moon stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected). Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.


- Telepathic link with your soulmate.

-Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well

-Meet soulmate in dreams every night (with the ability to interact)

-Can meet soulmate any time in a shared mind space

-Before you die, you get to send one last message to your soulmate

-You can send one item to your soulmate every year (or whenever)

-You have this limited stack of sticky notes. Write whatever you want on it, and that note would magically appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight during that day. 

–Changed Physical Features–

-Your eyes are your soulmate’s hair colour, changes when they dye it

-Everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmate’s natural colour. Once you meet all eyes return to natural colour. 

-Your hair colour is your soulmate’s sexuality flag (remember that there can be platonic soulmates, and that sometimes you can be soulmates with someone but they’re not soulmates with you)

- Once you meet your soulmate, you grow wings like an angel. You gain one new feather each time something special happens between you two. When your soulmate dies, you lose all your feathers and can no longer fly.


- It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate.

- Under a curse until you meet your soulmate 

- They have to say each other’s name to figure out they’re soulmates.

- Only your soulmate can kill you.

-The only voice in the world you can/can’t hear is your soulmate’s

-If you don’t find your soulmate by your #th birthday, you die

-Everyone wears a mask. You get to finally take it off when you meet the one with your identical mask, your soulmate.

-You’re stuck in a room filled with clones (with maybe slight differences) of your soulmate. You need to kill all except your soulmate or else you won’t get out/be together.

- On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate.

-Your soulmate is invisible to you until you figure out a certain trigger.

- If anyone except for your soulmate says your name, you die

- Opposite of the above, if your soulmate says your name you die

-The only words you can say is your soulmates name until you meet them.

-You can’t harm your soulmate

-You can only harm your soulmate

-You have a limited number of words, and you can only recharge when you’re with your soulmate (when you use up your word count, you die)


- When you meet your soulmate, time stops for a month for everyone besides you two.

-For a month, you and your soulmates have to go through different soulmate AUs each day (ooh you can use my lists for ideas *cough cough*)

-Each year at a certain age, soulmates are paired together into some sort of battle royal thing, best OTP wins

-At the corner of your eye, you can see a blurry vision of whatever your soulmate is doing (like sitting down drinking coffee in your living room, even though they’re doing this in another area)

-Soulmates can switch lives whenever they feel like it

-When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a flashback/relive their entire lives

-Similar to above, except you get glimpses of their future

-Before you die, you flash through your soulmate’s entire life (what they were doing before they met you, if they’ve ever lied to you, etc

-Hidden in dreams, but never interacting, is your soulmate

-A certain time frame began to loop, and the only way for it to stop is to find your soulmate

- You will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate.

- Legend says that if you fold 1000 paper (Cranes? Planes? Rabbits? Anything really) You can meet your soulmate.

- Everyday, you have the chance to spin a wheel that will determine an event your soul mate will face. (Some people may avoid it for bad luck, others may spin it for the slim chance of your soulmate getting a cure for their illness or something)

-There’s this special video game where your partner is your soulmate. You only get to meet if the two of you finish the game.

-At the age of sixteen, everyone goes into another world for two years, hanging out with their soulmate. Time is warped to make sure the two of you are sixteen in this world. When the two years are up, you’re sent back into the real world, with fractured memories of what happened. These foggy memories make it hard to find them again. (Numbers can be changed.)


- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

- You can only see the string of fate when you close your eyes.

-Temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away

-Each person has a spirit animal that can lead you to your soulmate

-If you send off a paper airplane, it shall reach (or move in the direction of) your soulmate.

- Counter of how many footsteps away you are from your soulmate

- Your soulmate leaves coloured footprints only visible to you

- Throwing something you love on the full moon will land on your soul mate

-You can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. These may either be automatic, or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress.


-You get a photograph of your soulmate and vice versa, somehow (Could be yearly, could be at a certain age, could be a photo of when you first met, etc)

-The voice in your head (example: your conscious) is your soulmate’s voice (by that I meant that they have the same voice, not that’s it’s your soulmate’s personality in your head– y’know, take it as you will)

- Every year, you receive a puzzle piece. The whole picture is your soulmate’s name/appearance/location/etc.

-Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet)

-Letter about details of how the meeting between soulmates go (example: “you get pushed into a lake by a guy in a duck suit and your soulmate helps you”, etc)

-Bubbles gives you a blurry glimpse into your soulmate’s world (visions of possessions, friends, family, laughter, crying, etc)

- Everyone holds a locket with their soulmate’s picture, but it can only open when certain conditions are met

- Instead of removing flower petals for “loves me, loves me not” the flower petals dictate whether you’ll meet in this lifetime (“meet me, meet me not”) and it’s forever accurate.

–Your Soulmate–

-If you and your soulmate possess the same item, it’ll glow

-Everyone has a special pen/marker/drawing utensil. Using it, the lines are thicker when their soulmates feel strong emotions, thinner when they’re feeling weak, run out of ink when they die, etc.

-There’s this special block of clay that represents your soulmate. It has a special colour and changes forms depending on how your soulmate is feeling.

- There’s an object that changes colour depending on what mood your soulmate is in

-Reflecting in the mirrors is the appearance of your soulmate

-Plant that represents the soulmate

-Receive piece of cloth with soulmate’s scent

-You get a notification whenever your soulmate is asleep or awake (like a real life friends list)

-Everyone gets a list of their soulmate’ worst qualities

-Everyone is born knowing their soulmate’s (future) biggest secret

-List detailing the differences between you and your soulmate

- You can sense when your soulmate is in distress

-Whenever you have a question, your soul mate has the answer.

-Once you’re an adult, you get kicked out of the house until you find your soulmate.

-Everyone gets little books of what people think about their soulmate (but never said out loud)


Okay yeah my organization skills kinda stink, but I did my best. And hey, categories! You can ask me for more of a specific category if you’d like and if I can, I’ll think up some more for that specific category. (I also know that some AUs fit in multiple categories but blergh…)

Enjoy! You can use any of these without permission, half of these aren’t mine anyway (but if you do tell me you’ll use one I’ll be giddy that you read this and it’ll make my day, I swear). Happy writing! :D

Panic Attack- (Teen wolf)

This is my first preference so I hope it’s okay! It wasn’t requested by it just popped into my head and I had to write it

TW- panic attack.

(Always feel free to talk to me, I won’t judge!)



He knows immediately, he sees it coming because he knows the signs and he always knows what to do. He’ll pull you into his embrace, whisper soothing things in your ear, getting you to try and breathe at the same pace as him, he’ll do anything. He’ll get you water, he’ll hold you and after it’s over, he’ll run his fingers through your hair and let you talk it out, not caring that you’ve soaked him with your tears. He has help, he loved you.


It comes with being a werewolf, being able to smell feeling, sure he could avoid it if he tried but when he smells that panic on you, he knows it not good and immediately get’s into action. He’s calming you down before you’ve even got the chance to get too worked up. Scott would talk you through them, get you a paper bag to breathe into, give you a puff of his inhaler, anything you need in that moment that will help you catch your breath and help you feel better again, he’s willing to try it.


Again with the werewolf senses, he could sense it quickly. He would speak to you a lot, saying things like “Come on baby, count to 10 with me okay?” “I’m so proud of you, come on, your doing so well”. He’d encourage you to breathe, to count with him, to breathe with him, taking any pain he could from you. He’d wipe your tears and let you get it all out, he’d then spoil you for the rest of the night, taking it easy and having a nice dinner.


Straight away he’d notice your heart rate pick up abnormally and he’d swing into action, stopping whatever he was doing, getting to you being his main focus, his top priority was getting you to feel better. He’d take you to that special place the two of you share that you always feel calm, he’d hold you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your head and just helping you through, he’d be telling you try and take deep breaths, it didn’t matter if it failed, as long as you were trying, he’d assure you everything was okay and he would protect you, nothing would hurt you or they’d have to go through him.


Once Liam realised what was happening, he would too start panicking, he’d try and calm you down, while not being calm himself, further panicking you. He’d be running around getting everything you needed and more, water and any medicines you needed to take. Through time he’d get better and he'd always stick to the same plan, getting you somewhere quiet where you could follow his breathing and have him hold you until you finally calmed down. Liam never brought up your panic attacks again, you asked him once and he had simply said “Their in the past, we’re in the present. I want you and If they come with you then so be it, I want you, all of you” and you only had to hear him say that to know you were in love.


He’s be clueless. Completely and utterly clueless. He’d sit with you and try to calm you the best he could, rubbing your back not knowing whether he was doing more bad than good. He’d get into the swing of it eventually, holding you and whispering things to you always worked best, so he’d do that, try to soothe you, run you a hot bath with candles afterwards to relax you. Peter might not be good showing love or compassion, but his efforts were much appertained and just the gesture of how much he cared was enough help with the calming down.

Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @cuddlesphan made a moodboard for this and I’m crying

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What it means to date a girl without a father

It will not seem different at first. You will do the things all new couples do: joke and share silly stories. Laugh louder than you ever anticipated. Laugh harder. You get drunk off fingertips and innocent touches, like when she lingers on your shoulder for just a beat longer. She kisses you like you are the first person she has ever kissed, and it will keep you up at night, in the best way possible. Everything is fun and exciting. She will do whatever she can to make sure it is fun. She needs it to be fun. Exciting. Light. She knows darkness already too well.

She will be careful in her words. You notice she never says “parents” and looks away when someone mentions their father. You are consumed with a strange, irrational guilt when you answer a phone call from your dad. It feels dirty, like a secret that will unravel this ethereal happiness you’ve built together.

She does not flinch when someone asks about her family. She has memorized this back and forth. You wonder how many times she has regurgitated the same script. Her voice never breaks. There is not even the smallest crack. You picture her standing in front of her bathroom mirror, practicing what she will say when someone asks about her dad. You will wonder, was there a time when she couldn’t even spit out the words? Did she choke on her own grief? Are you capable of being with someone so guarded?

She will share small moments with you that do not seem like much of anything. She tells you about that one Halloween when her dog ate almost all of her candy and was still miraculously completely fine. “Dad was so scared. He slept near her all night in case we had to rush her to the vet.” You will kiss her forehead, and she will direct your hands to hold her. She has never asked to be held. Do not underestimate how monumental this is. This is her slowly lowering the shield she has spent years crafting. This is her trusting you.

She will shy away from discussing problems. She tiptoes when you wish she would just walk. You don’t understand how someone so feisty, so full of opinions and fire, can go mute when confrontation approaches. She is flight when you would have been sure she’d fight. You get too close, things get too real, and she runs. She has tennis shoes on stand by.

A girl without a father does not want to create waves because she has been underwater longer than she cares to explain. She is not a pushover, though you may push and ask why she is so scared of doing something, anything, that will upset someone. You ask how she can be so brave on paper, but so scared of talking to someone face-to-face. She will deflect and bite back with sarcasm. She self-deprecates, calls herself messed up like it’s as casual as her first name. You will think maybe this is it. Maybe she will never be honest with you.

Here is the truth: it should not be surprising that conflict makes her skin crawl. It should not be absurd that she will passively sit by, figure out the best way to avoid saying anything that will put a riff between her and someone she loves, because people can fucking leave. And that is the most terrifying thing she has ever learned. If the only man she ever truly needed left when she was not done needing him, it is fair game for anyone else to decide it’s not worth it.

For anyone else to decide she’s not worth it.

But none of that will spill out very easily. She doesn’t want these labels: The one with abandonment issues. The one who keeps you at a distance. The one looking to fill a void. The fatherless girl. She does not want your pity.

When you date a girl without a father, you need to understand you will not always understand. And if she is worth it, love her anyway. And love her all the way.

Routine Part Two (Lin x Reader)

Thank you SO MUCH for all of the positive feedback on part one!! I’m really excited for this series and I hope that you’ll enjoy it!! 

Prompt List//Request Something//Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Three)(Part Four)

requested: yes :) (y’all are so sweet

Summary: Reader and Lin have to meet every two days to work on their play. Will they make it through the month without wanting to kill each other? Will it make them any closer or will it just make things awkward?

Warnings: Pride and Prejudice is mentioned a lot in this series bc why not (not in this part–just in the series in general), high school bullies, teen! lin being a jerk, reader being a jerk, just everybody being a jerk, dads embarrassing their children.


People who wanted to be tagged (for some reason that I don’t understand): @yayhamletnonstop @just-a-random-fandom-24

Originally posted by mr-linmanuelmiranda

You hear a knock on your front door at precisely 5:52, and you feel pleasantly surprised. You didn’t think he would actually show up on time.

“I got it, dad!” You scream to your father as you rush down the stairs.

You swing open the door and when you see him, you can’t help but gawk at his beauty.

Before you stands Lin with his headphones around his neck, his hands are fiddling with the strings on his light gray hoodie, and his eyes stuck on the welcome mat at your front door. Your heart swells a little at the thought of maybe wearing his hoodie, before you remind yourself what a jerk he is and how he isn’t worth your time. He doesn’t look up when the door is opened, so you clear your throat to get his attention.

You don’t greet him with a normal ‘hello’. All you say to him is, “I half expected you not to come.” He scoffs. “Well, at least not on time.”

He smirks before pushing past you to step inside your home.

“You said that you hated when people are late, and the last thing I would want to do is make you mad.” You can’t help but want to smack the smirk off of his face. 

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Teacher, Teacher!

Character(s): S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol), Yoon Jeonghan, Hong Joshua/Jisoo 

Genre: FLUFF!!!!!!

Word Count: 2,204

Summary: The 95 Liners are kindergartners that need someone to play with! They have just the right person in mind. They’re really nice, extremely smart, super duper good looking, and… oh! They’re you!

A/N: Hi! I’m Elli, this is my first work of writing on this blog!! Please enjoy, thank you! If you haven’t already, it might help to read this! Yah!! The more I read it, the worse it gets!

95 Line / 96 Line / 97 Line / 98 & 99 Line

Originally posted by amillionwon

You smiled to yourself, clapping the dust and dirt off of your hands from touching thousands of little children’s books. You had finally finished cleaning up the huge pile of colorful books littering the classroom. Bonus points, you organized them in alphabetical order and in color. This was mainly thanks to one of the students, Joshua. He was smiling too, with his chubby cheeks stretching and puffing to make room for his display of growing teeth.

“You did great, Joshua. Thank you so much for helping me,” you thanked the boy. He turned to you and nodded his head.

“You’re welcome! I was able to see what books I should read next too. I hid those behind the shelf so nobody would take them before me,” Joshua said and pointed to some well-hidden corners of said books. You chuckled and pat down some raised hairs on his head.

“I’ll make sure no one finds out about your secret spot then.”

He nodded happily. “Okay. Thank you!” Your heart practically melted on the spot. So cute…

“Joshua! Are you done cleaning yet? You promised to play ball with me, we only need one more player! Please, please, ple-”

“Okay, Seungcheol, let’s go play,” Joshua said and allowed himself to be pulled, more like dragged, outside to the field. The boy, Seungcheol, tugging on your former cleaning companion’s arm grinned widely and chattered about all of his “secret techniques” to winning the game. You shook your head lightly and looked around the classroom.

There were still some kids inside, the ones who preferred the solitude of the indoors rather than the loud screaming of the rowdier kids outside. Here and there some kids were coloring or playing with clay, a handful were building entirely new worlds with colorful blocks, and some were using this quiet time to catch some extra napping time. You decided to walk over to the one lone boy coloring by himself rather than with the others.

“What are you coloring, Jeonghan?” You peered over the shoulder of the boy and allowed your jaw to drop at the picture before you. The red crayon that was previously being held by the boy was dropped onto the table to be replaced with a black crayon.

“Oh… this? It’s the school.” You nodded slightly, wondering why a school would be colored all red and black… was that fire coming out of the windows? There was absolutely no white left on the previously pristine paper. How could this angelic looking boy have such a dark seeming picture for his age?

You watched his hands write some sorts of characters, and had you not been slightly worried over the boy’s personal state of mind, you would have been proud of the proper stroke order and neatness of the characters. “Is there something you don’t like about school?”

“I don’t like having to wake up early to come.”

“You get to meet all your friends here, Jeonghan. It’s not so bad, right?” The boy stopped writing for a second and looked up at you with blank eyes.

“You know… I didn’t sign up for this, right? My mom did.” You laughed heartily at his bluntness. He returned back to writing. When he finished he looked back up to you. “Did I do this right?” You read each carefully written character. Then you paused.

“Jeonghan, where did you learn this word?”

“I looked it up.”

“Where?” Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders and looked back at his paper.

“I guess since you’re not saying anything else, I wrote it right.” Placing a hand lightly on his shoulders, and avoiding the growing out hair, you drew Jeonghan’s attention away from the drawing for a little bit.

“Jeonghan, I don’t think it’s nice for you to call,” you lowered your voice a little bit so the other children around you wouldn’t hear anything, “a school ‘Hell.’ I’m pretty sure that there’s some really nice aspects to coming to school!“

The child looked up at you in thought, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind for his eyes had clouded over in thought. He blinked once, then twice. He blushed slightly and looked away. “…I guess so.” You smiled and put a different color in his hands.

“Do you want to draw a different picture? We can still keep this flaming school picture if you want though.” Jeonghan nods and begins to sketch out another drawing. You got up to go outside and spectate the ball game. Little did you know that Jeonghan’s eyes watched you leave. He even kept his gaze on you through the window as you checked up on a few of the kids, and he let his fingers keep sketching his masterpiece.

You squinted in the sunlight that was temporarily blinding you. You huffed slightly, hoping the parents put sunblock on their kids. A ball rolled by and came to a stop in front of your feet, it nudged you and almost said to your inner child, “Play with me too!”

“I told you that wherever the ball I kick goes, that ball will lead me to something great!”

“Seungcheol, that wasn’t even a point for your team. See, if you kicked it any harder than you could’ve hit our teacher, then the only great thing you’d receive is a great big amount of time out.” You hid a chuckle when Joshua went to Seungcheol’s side to deny the words of the other kid in order to prevent an argument.

“No, Seungcheol, the best thing to say right now is not ‘I’ll give you a great big serving of a knuckle sandwich,’ you don’t even have bread.” Joshua’s whispering became more apparent the closer you got with the ball. He stopped whispering to his playmate and gave you a bright smile. “It’s fine, I think he’s okay.” You nodded your head and tossed the ball to the boys.

“What are we playing?”

“We’re playing-” Seungcheol stopped himself and did a double take. He grinned so wide that you thought he might split his cheeks. “You’re playing too?!” You nodded again, his smile was contagious.

“We were playing some kickball. I learned it from my home country and nobody here has played it here before, so I decided to give it a try,” Joshua said.

“That sounds safe enough. I’ve only played that in intermediate school and high school. Can you kids keep up, though?”

“Bring it! Make sure your joints don’t give way from this old age!” You laughed with glee at the tease. It’s been a while since things got rowdy. Noticing that Jeonghan had stepped outside with a drawing in hand, you beckoned him over. “Jeonghan! Play with us!”

Jeonghan stuck his tongue out at Seungcheol and waddled over to you, who had your hands on your hips and a grin still present on your face. He beamed when he came into the shadow you produced, obviously taking your stance to his advantage for protection against the glaring sun and an excuse to stand close you to. “Hey! Are we gonna play or what?”

“Give me a second, please!” You crouched down a little bit, but your shadow still loomed over Jeonghan’s frame. He seemed to like it though, almost as if he were being protected by you. “Did you finish drawing something?” He nodded. “What is it?”

“Something that makes this school less like Hell.” You froze slightly, glancing warily at the other kids. Busted.

“What does that mean? I’ve never heard that before, can you write it? I wanna know what it means!” Seungcheol was shushed by Joshua, who you thanked the heavens for.

“What would that be?” Jeonghan flipped his paper over and you gave him an adoring look. It was you. The characters neatly above the drawing’s head said so. It looks like a lot of detail and time was put into this while you were outside. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! I would love it even more if you played with us.” Jeonghan sighed dramatically and let a drawn out agreement come out. He folded the paper neatly and stuffed it into your shoe “for safe keeping” he says. He made you promise that you not crinkle it too much though, he was too lazy to go back inside he admitted.

The game began with Jeonghan and Joshua on your team. Jeonghan because he liked being on the same team as you and Joshua because he didn’t like how uneven the teams were. Seungcheol proudly claimed himself the leader of the team since Joshua transferred over. The game ended when Joshua had kicked the ball onto the roof of the building with such terrifying force.

With everyone back inside and cooling off or, since the kids who stayed inside had to deal with all their sweaty classmates and teacher, putting things away, you began to pull the blinds down to block out the sun.

“It’s too hot,” Seungcheol whined, thrashing around some on the floor.

“Let’s get you off the floor, Seungcheol. It’s dirty.”

“It’s okay, I cleared some dirt off of the floor for him with the broom,” Joshua said. You shook your head but let the boys continue doing whatever on the floor. Before you could leave, you felt a set of hands wrap around your ankles.

“Stay,” Seungcheol whined.

“I have to get to the other kids, Seungcheol.” You laughed when he pouted at you. “Seungcheol, you know that only works on your parents, right?”

“No it doesn’t! I asked for a giraffe and my mom said no.”

“Well, ask Jeonghan if he can be your giraffe.”


“No!” You laughed even more and squatted so that you were closer to the boy attempting to restrain you.

“The other kids can just come over. I just wanna stay here with you, you’re more fun than everyone combined.” A couple of ‘Hey!’s” rang throughout the room. You sighed, guess an early nap time should be issued.

“Let’s get all the kids settled then, okay?” Seungcheol lit up and rushed to his cubby for the blanket he brought from home. The other kids followed after you clapped your hands and announced an official nap time. Joshua provided aid in making sure the others all had a cloth or cushioning underneath them, leaving him to be the last to find an empty spot.

“I can stay up,” Joshua mumbled tiredly. You ruffled his hair and helped him look around the room. Jeonghan had an empty spot next to him.

“Let’s go next to Jeonghan, okay?” Joshua nodded and took your hand in his, leading you over to his friend. Your eyes softened. That must have been a gesture he’d done with his mom dozens of times before. Jeonghan shot up when he realized that Joshua was to be sleeping in the spot that he had apparently saved for you.

“No, Joshua, you can’t go here.” Joshua looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to make a decision. 

“I don’t have to sleep here, I don’t mind having to nap closer to someone else.” A tutting noise came out of your mouth as you shook your head.

“Jeonghan, I’ll still be close by. There will be enough space, so let’s let Joshua put his stuff down. He’s tired too, okay?” Jeonghan’s eyes softened when he looked up at his friend. He eventually nodded and scooted over some for both you and the other boy. You seated yourself between them.

“Dog pile!” A loud whisper sounded and then a thud. You looked to the spot where you heard two groans and where you felt a small weight in your lap. Choi Seungcheol had just thrown himself over the three of you.

“Seungcheol! Off!” You shooed him off of the two younger boys, who both gave nasty looks to the oldest. He smiled cheekily and then sets his pillow in your lap, laying down in it and smiling up at you. Rolling your eyes, you adjusted the messily thrown on blanket. It was quiet for a few moments.

“Hey,” the boy in your lap calls out. You hum and his friends turn sleepily to listen. “When I grow up, can I marry you?” You giggled slightly, trying not to be too loud. “What? Can I? You just have to wait for me to be taller than you, it’ll happen! I swear. So don’t get any older.”

You laughed some more. “Quiet down, Seungcheol. Some kids are sleeping.”

“But can I?”

“No, because you can’t have them,” Jeonghan glared, turning so that he was hugging your leg a little bit.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t stop someone from getting older too,” Joshua mumbled. Seungcheol displayed a pout for you and his friends to see. You ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone great in your future, Seungcheol.” He huffed and then adjusted his head in the pillow slightly.

“Fine, but you have to promise me that I’ll still have two packets of gummies instead of one.” You chuckled and nodded your head, linking your pinky with his outstretched one.

“Wait… so you’re the reason why he always gets more gummies?!” The entire class woke up.

dannymay day seven

This is a bit late (for me, at least), but it exists now. 

ao3 link here:

prompt: language/weather

Danny had never been good at English, even before the accident. Science was his strong suit, not writing essays and vocabulary. So it wasn’t a surprise that when Danny’s grades tanked, English tanked even harder than all the other subjects. Plus Mr. Lancer presented the subject in a way Danny couldn’t understand well. His parents got mad with him about it, but they didn’t really understand why it didn’t just… Click for him. But they were geniuses, and Danny may be good at astronomy and math (sometimes), but Danny was no genius. Which is why he never noticed that the language he wrote his English papers in changed.

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A girl without a father does not want to create waves because she has been underwater longer than she cares to explain. She is not a pushover, though you may push and ask why she is so scared of doing something, anything, that will upset someone. You ask how she can be so brave on paper, but so scared of talking to someone face-to-face. She will deflect and bite back with sarcasm. She self-deprecates, calls herself messed up like it’s as casual as her first name. You will think maybe this is it. Maybe she will never be honest with you.

Here is the truth: it should not be surprising that conflict makes her skin crawl. It should not be absurd that she will passively sit by, figure out the best way to avoid saying anything that will put a riff between her and someone she loves, because people can fucking leave. And that is the most terrifying thing she has ever learned. If the only man she ever truly needed left when she was not done needing him, it is fair game for anyone else to decide it’s not worth it.

For anyone else to decide she’s not worth it.

But none of that will spill out very easily. She doesn’t want these labels: The one with abandonment issues. The one who keeps you at a distance. The one looking to fill a void. The fatherless girl. She does not want your pity.

—  Ari Eastman, What It Means to Date a Girl Without a Father 
Seasons Change (And So Do We)

They started their relationship in the fall. It was an unseasonably warm night that mirrored the warm blushes creeping up on their faces after their first kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that since freshman year,” Beca quietly admit with her hands still cupping the redhead’s face.

Chloe smiled and bit her lip, nodding at the excellence that was the situation. “Yeah.”

Leaves were falling from the trees surrounding them in the forest, a full moon shone directly on them, loud music and people buzzing around the initiation party hundreds of feet away. None of it really mattered or was heard. It was just them, them, and only them.

“I brought movies,” Beca turned up after a late shift at the radio station one night.

Since Chloe was the only Bella in the house who didn’t have a roommate, it was particularly easy for the girls to sneak around late at night.

“You hate movies,” Chloe blankly stated, stepping aside regardlessly and allowing the brunette into her room before swiftly shutting the door.

“But you don’t,” Beca smiled, lightly kissing the redhead and pushing her down onto the bed.

Chloe smiled back and allowed the brunette to straddle her lap, helping her with the removal of her jacket. Beca then snaked her arms around the redhead’s neck and brought her in for a kiss which quickly turned heated.

“Bec,” Chloe gasped when the brunette’s hands started exploring under the redhead’s loose fitting v-neck tee.

“Thought about you all day long,” Beca said against Chloe’s neck, smirking sweetly when she felt the redhead’s nimble fingers work her flannel buttons.

The two continued to roll around the redhead’s bed the rest of the night, lazily kissing and tangling legs, laughing against skin and feeling every inch to be felt. They bundled up for the rest of the fall.

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Remus Lupin x Reader

After Y/N goes to find Remus during a full moon, she’s attacked. She avoids him, terrified of what he was capable of. Years later, the reader is now teaching at Hogwarts and then runs into her old flame.

Warning: mentions of blood, smut.
“Y/N, don’t! It’s a full moon! He could hurt you.” James cried as you barreled past him in a panicked run.

“Remus wouldn’t hurt me, James!” You pushed open the doors that led to the outside and continued running.

“Y/N, wait!” Sirius shouted.

You made your way to the Forbidden Forest. Pushing past tree limbs and jumping over logs, you journeyed deeper into the forest. “Remus!” You called, desperate to find him.

You heard a low growl coming from behind you. You twisted in fear. “Remus?”

Remus was long gone and was replaced with a werewolf. The transformation was quicker than you remembered. You backed slowly from the wolf that held your Remus deep within him. He stood on his back legs, raised its large claws and slashed your face.
“Blood poured from the three gashed that the wolf has left. I was on the ground, I tried to scream. My heart was about the burst out of my chest. I felt dizzy from the loss of blood. The werewolf sunk his teeth into my side, trying it’s best to rip me to pieces. I quit fighting, I knew I was going to die.” Seeing the in depth, interested faces of your students staring back at you amused you.

They looked deeply concerned. You raised your shirt and shown the large bite mark that scarred your stomach and part of your back. The large claw mark on your face was evident, impossible to hide.

“This what, Miss Y/L/N?” A student pipped.

“I saw a green light, the shout of my name and the shout of a spell. Sirius Black and James Potter, I learned later on, rushed to my aid. I don’t know what happened to the wolf, or anything after at. I woke up with Madame Pomfrey forcing pumpkin juice down my throat. Okay, don’t forget to study for the exam over werewolves is tomorrow. Class dismissed.”

You files your papers into your bag and began closing up your classroom when a voice rang out.

“Nice story. Wish I could have been there to see it for myself.” You turned and your jaw dropped when you saw him. “Remus. What are you doing here?”

“I teach here now. Can we talk, Y/N? You’ve avoided me since after that night.”

You sighed, throwing you bag over your shoulder. “I had every right to avoid you after you attacked me, Remus. I thought I loved you, but that love was quickly replaced with fear. I couldn’t stay with you, knowing that during very full moon, you’d turn into a monster.”

He said nothing. What was there to say? “Good night, Professor Lupin.” You walked past him, noticing but ignoring the flinch he gave when you called him professor instead of Remus.

You had returned to your home, graded your papers, finished the final exam for tomorrow, and has just changed into your pajamas. There came a knock at the door.

Slowly you opened it and he marched in. “Remus, what are you-?”

“Are you honestly that daft?” He asked, standing in the middle of your apartment.

“Excuse me? Might I ask why you’re standing in the middle of my living room uninvited, with the nerve to insult me?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. Remus took a step toward you. “You came after me during a full moon, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, at that. Do you think that I wouldn’t harm you? I can’t control myself or my mind when I’m in the form. Have you learned nothing while teaching the werewolf classes to the students? You avoided me over something that I had no control over.”

You knew his was right, but continued to let him speak. “I loved you and spent the past fifteen years searching for you. I pictured my life with you because when I first met you, you were the only woman in the entire world who loved me even though I turned into a monster. I guess I was wrong.”

He walked past you, opening the door. “Goodnight, Professor Y/L/N.”

“You’re right.” You said, before he could stick his foot out the door.

He walked back to you, your back still facing him. “I shouldn’t have went after you that night. I was so scared of what I had done, for getting myself hurt that I blamed it on you. No matter what you may think, I never stopped loving you.”

Remus’ chest was flush against your back. “Face me, Y/N.” Reluctant, you obeyed him. “Prove it to me,” he whispered.

Although you turned to him, you refused to look him in the eyes. “Prove what to you, Remus?”

“That you still love me.”

Lifting your face, Remus pressed his lips to yours. He cupped your face in his hands, deepening it. You moaned softly into his mouth, wrapped your arms around his neck. Remus picked you up, wrapping your legs around him.

You reached to the hem of your shirt and peeled it off of you. Since you had taken your bra off when you got home, your torso was bare to Remus. He took your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue, his large hand messages the other one. You tossed your head back in bliss, letting out a soft moan.

Remus tossed you onto the bed, pulling back to pull off his shirt. He crawls on top if you, sucking your neck to leave a mark. Looking at the scars that he left on your face, Remus attacks your face, kissing every scar that lay on it. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

You pulled his face to where you kissed his lips, shoving your tongue into his mouth. He moaned into your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours. He reached his fingers down to slide your shorts down your legs. Remus pulled himself off of you, throwing you shorts onto the floor.

He slowly rubbed your clit through your panties. Smirking, he said, “you’re wet, love.” He slid down your panties and tossed them onto the floor with your shorts. He spread your legs, dipped his head between them and began laving at your folds.

You felt pleasure rack through you as your bucked your hips forward. He held your hips down firmly, making you squirm with impatience. You wrapped your legs around his head, your hands gripping the sheet. “Remus,” you moaned. “Please.”

Your stomach burned. “Do you need to come, dearest?” You nodded furiously. He pulled his tongue away from your folds, giving a soft chuckle. You growled with annoyance as Remus crawled back to you and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could taste your juices in his mouth.

You sat up and lunged at him, knocking him onto his back. You straddled his waist, placing your hands onto his chest. You don’t know when he took off his pants, but everything was moving so fast. Slowly, you moved your hips forward, causing friction between your bodies. Remus closes his eyes. “Y/N, please don’t tease me, love.”

You shifted yourself forward even fast, his erection becoming more prominent against your leg. Remus let out a deep growl from the back of his throat. He flipped you onto your back. Once he was between your legs, he pulled off his underwear and ran his shaft between your soaking folds.

“Remus,” you whispered. He shoved himself inside you, waiting for you to adjust. He moved himself fully into you, you arched your back, a smile gracing your face. Remus noticed and gave a soft laugh.

Kissing you chest and leading to you neck, Remus began thrusting himself slowly as your bodies began to rock. “Please go faster, Remus.”

He obeyed, rocking his hips against you. The bed squeaked and hit the wall under you. You wrapped your limbs around him, digging into you. Remus, still thrusting, moved himself to the large bite mark that laid on your side. His tongue ran over the teeth mark, kissing the scar that had faded over time.

“I never would have done that on purpose, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You felt your high coming as Remus continued to rock his hips. “Y/N, you feel so good, baby.”

You ran your hands down your chest, your stomach, as a knot began forming. Remus’ thrusts began sloppy and slower.

“Are you ready?” Remus waited until you nodded began speeding up again. You let out a scream of delight, the sweat that has formed between the two of you mixed on your bodies. Your nails gripped into him, scraping down his back.

“I need to-”

“Do it, love. I’m right behind you.”

You gasped loudly as you released the heat from your core. Remus moaned your name as he rode out his high. He panted as he used his elbow to prop himself up. Remus kissed your lips, sleepily. He laid beside you, none of you saying a word.

“Thank you for coming back,” you panted.

Remus smiled. “I searched for you after we left Hogwarts, after the accident. You know I would never hurt you, right? Not on purpose.”

You turned yourself over to lay your head onto his chest. “Don’t worry. You have time to make it up to me.”

“How does forever sound?” He rubbed his fingers over your hair, kissing your head softly.

“That sound great. And Remus?” He hummed in response. “The full moon is in two days.”

He didn’t hear you. He had started snoring softly, sleeping soundly beside you.


I hope you all enjoyed this Remus smut. If anyone has any ideas for James, please let me know some! Requests are open!!

Originally posted by groovymxn

Date - John Shelby

Hello, maybe number 5 and 37, with John, and the reader works for Peaky Blinders and they are secret in love? I love your imagines ❤

“Do you think we’re bad people?” and “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

I’m not entirely happy about this one, but I really want to get back into the routine of posting more frequently, so here goes…

“Hey, everything alright?” John asks as he hands me a few more papers to look through.

“Mhmm,” I mumble wanting desperately to avoid this conversation at work.


“I’m fine. Honest.”

“Come on… come here,” he says, leading by my elbow to a quiet corner when no-one’s looking. “What’s the matter? You’ve had a face like a slapped arse all day.”

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The world of animation is often glorified by fans and people often forget to point how cruel it can be.

It’s, itself, a small industry, often seen as less of a job or as a thing just for kids, filled with mediocre cheap junk that get’s much more attention of the network because it’s so cheap and easy that they barely risk anything.

Getting a job itself is hard, and being well-paid harder, if you where just a small part of the production theres a chance that they’ll delete your name of the credits as if your work never mattered itself.

As a plus, even tho almost no one takes your job seriously, you turn into a public figure, but unlike the other public figures that get ton of money for their work you’re just doing average with all the cons of it like being in the eye of everyone so everyone can judge you without knowing you for little mistakes or for your past, to the point of making you quit or growing some guts and becoming “more of a jerk” because you ignore direct hate, while legit bad people or people with even more mistakes that are also other public figures don’t even suffer the half for some weird unexplainable reason. 

It’s never going to be enough, being satisfied with your work is going to be one of the hardest task to fulfill, more knowing that now that you are a public figure you got no “but they’re indie” backup, excusing everything they can with “they’re being paid for it”. Getting in fights with your own job mates because now you’re a director and theres things you gotta, well, direct, or in the best chases seeing your coworkers suffering your own path, or even more than you.

Have I mentioned that it’s also incredibly expensive? even just having a decent pc and a decent digital tablet costs a fucking ton, getting a college that teaches animation is hard and often you gotta change cities to just being able to go to a little “garage college” to have a paper that may, MAY give you a little back-up. 

And even tho I know this, why do I keep this route? why am I giving my years of youth learning more and more of this? why don’t I simply give up and find something, ANYTHING else to do with my life? why do I keep fucking up at school and avoiding outside interaction just to get to know a tiniest bit more about this word?…

RFA: MC Can't Accept Gifts

What if MC had issues accepting gifts always saying “you could have paid for rent” or otherwise acting a bit guilty when someone spoils her (coughJumincough)


- YES! um. I mean… oh I understand

- After all, he can’t really afford extravagant gifts

- Would gladly help you pay for necessities and give only cute little gifts

- But he really does want to spoil you…. 

- He really does try so give this smol marshmallow a chance 


- But babeeeeee

- He would try to not make you uncomfortable, but can’t help but shower you in affection and gifts

- Gladly will help you pay bills, especially when his career kicks off 

- If it really bothers you, he will gladly just shower you in love 

- But sometimes you’ll find an expensive necklace or outfit in your closet…


- Totally understands you

- Will gladly help you pay for rent and help you plan out money management

- Occasionally, she will treat you to an especially fancy meal or a new outfit

- But in general, she prefers going out on casual coffee dates

- Tries to help you start accepting gifts


- But why??

- Jumin definitely can’t resist giving you gifts 

- He would take you to fancy restaurants and give you anything you wanted 

- When you mention bills, he tries to avoid the topic

- And you can never find the papers… But the bills always happen to get paid somehow…

- The only way he would stop is if you got genuinely upset


- Lol ofc I won’t spoil you MC

- Technically he didn’t lie…

- He left tons of little snacks for you around the house, 

- I mean the snacks weren’t that expensive, but there was so many

- And sometimes, when you tried to pay rent, the landlord would tell you that you paid already..? 

- He totally dressed up as you 

[V and unknown]

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Someone To Lean On

Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa​ -  Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!

A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: None


Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.


“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”

“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

“Can you move?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”

“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”

“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”

Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.

“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”

“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.

“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.

“Where do you want me to place it?”

“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”

Once again his expression softens and he nods.

He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.

“Is this alright?”

I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”

“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”

“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”

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Watercolor materials for beginners.

I’m so sorry, @wrought-thought, the Tumblr App ate my replies again and then snacked on your original ask! All I can see of it now is this excerpt in my phone, and nowhere else. Fortunately I’d taken notes in my sketchbook that I can work from, because it was impossible to write and view the ask at the same time on my phone. After finally losing the ask itself to the voracious bowels of The App, I elected to wait until I was back in front of a desktop computer to try again. I hope you and others may find the reply useful heading into the new year!

The gist of the Ask was this:

“Christmas has come and gone…” (paraphrasing begins here) and I want to spend some money on art supplies. I have experience in other media but I want to try watercolors and I’d like your recommendations for paints, paper, and inks that don’t bleed.

My sincere apologies to @wrought-thought for butchering the original ask, I hope you find the reply useful! 

Paint: I like to recommend Cotman watercolor sets for people who are just starting with the medium. They come in both dry pans (very portable and they tend to come with a decent small brush), and in tubes(great for being able to mix a large amount of a darkly colored wash, though you will need to buy a pallet if you get this version). The paints are inexpensive but very decent quality and you don’t have to worry about which colors to pick right off the bat.

Once you’re having fun and you’re sure you want to splurge a bit on some “artist quality” paints, I have been slowly converting my original W&N set to Holbein as my pigments run out.

Paint Shopping Tip: If you are looking to match one color of paint in two different brands, look for the pigment code instead of the name. Different companies give different names to the same pigments, and use different pigments under the same name. In example, my W&N “French Ultramarine” and Holbein “Ultramarine Deep” both carry the code “PIGMENT: PB29” and are the same type of blue.

Paper: My go-to is Strathmore cold press paper. It’s a good weight, and I like the texture/tooth on it. Perhaps most importantly, the surface quality has been very consistent from batch to batch for me. I have never had trouble with any water-based pigments bleeding into the paper fibers, and it stands up to a fair amount of abuse. I do not use any coated papers, like “vellum” or “mixed-media,” as the evenness of the coating will be inconsistant from piece to piece and it will always start resisting my washes in exactly the wrong place. I had a bad batch of this sort of paper once that cost me weeks of time to work around on a professional project. It was a nightmare. Never again!

Pens and ink: I don’t use nib pens because my hand pressure is too heavy. The sharp tips catch on the papers I like to use and make a big splattery sobbing-worthy mess. I use felt tipped liners like Micron, and round synthetic watercolor brushes to do my inking. For brushed inks, I’ve found that acrylic-based bleed the least, because the acrylic doesn’t dissolve as easily as some other binding agents.

Inking tips to keep bleeding to a minimum: Always give your ink drawing enough time to dry before you do anything else to it, including erasing pencil lines. To be safe with felt pens, let it be for five minutes. For ink, at least ten. When in doubt, wait a little longer. Avoid sharpies - they fade more quickly in the sun than other pigments and like other alcohol-based dye inks they will more easily bleed/bloom into the paper fibers.

Brushes: I’m adding this one in because I feel that having a decent brush is key to controlling your watercolors. A 6 or 8 round synthetic sable brush is a great place to start. You can do many paintings with just that one brush. My favorite inexpensive brand is Princeton Art & Brush Co. I prefer their series with the red handles.

On Overloaded Brushes: If you find that the paints feel a little too sloppy you may have overloaded your brush. Try letting of if the paint run back onto your pallet, and if they isn’t enough, blot out some of the extra on a folded paper towel.

For when sloppy is what you really DO want: While not strictly necessary, a large flat sable (1.5 inches or larger) or camelhair brush is great for laying in a large wet wash quickly. If you want to do larger work, it will save you time and frustration if you want to get the whole painting wet at the same time so that you can use salt, or do wet-on-wet blending techniques.

Once again, thank you for the Ask @wrought-thought! Happy Holidays and my wishes for a great New Year to everyone. :)

- Emma

so i really want Sebastian to adopt Leslie….for an alt ending
this is supposed to be for christmas but i’m late like Seb obviously

Leslie’s hobbies would be knitting and drawing…..? coz i can’t think of anything else he can do when he’s alone at home. Seb is late from work everyday.

that’s a giant piece of paper he pasted on the wall to avoid Leslie drawing on it. for some reason his fav things to draw are Seb and Joseph and sunflowers but sometimes bloody images too

Things Wolf Biters know as facts

•When your all ready for bed and the only thing you have to do is turn off the light, but you just can’t get yourself to stop biting your fingers long enough to stand up and turn it off.

• “what happened to your fingers?”

•“so it’s a habit? No, like a BAD habit, right?”

•Avoiding any situation where your fingers could get wet at all costs

•Pulling your sleeves down past your fingers

• Not wanting to touch anything because your fingers are raw and sensitive

• losing feeling in parts of your finger where hard tissue is growing back

• getting the loose skin caught painfully on fabric

•“that’s a gross habit”

•painting your nails burns

•your books and papers have little blood smears on them•

•it hurts to hold a pencil sometimes

•your fingers are always cold•

•when the bandaids cause moisture to build up under the wrapping and you know it’s going to be a trigger when you take it off•

•pressing down the stings on a guitar or other string instrument hurts like hell

•avoiding eating finger-foods

•the little skin flakes that fall on your lap from picking

•when you just don’t want to leave your house because your fingers are burning and you don’t want to touch anything and you don’t want anyone to see but you just can’t stop

Can you relate to these? Do you know anymore?

Chapter 7 - Sweet Punishments

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“Yaaah hurry up! You picked truth, now answer the question!” Baekhyun exclaimed at Jongdae. “It’s not rocket science!”

Jongdae huffed “FINE. I would marry Minseok, fuck Sehun and kill Baekhyun.” Sehun burst out laughing and playfully hit Baekhyun.

“See where being annoying gets you Baek” he teased. Baekhyun lunged forward to bite Sehun but Jongdae pulled him back.

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