due tomorrow okay i can do this

Ireland vs Storm Ophelia

Okay so thought I’d let you tumblr guys know some stuff/warnings about Storm Ophelia

  • It’s due to hit Monday 16th (aka tomorrow). Apparently Kerry will face it around 6am.
  • There is a red weather warning for Galway, Mayo, Clare, Cork and Kerry, Limerick, Waterford and Wexford.
  • The rest of the country has an Orange weather warning but that can probably change so be aware
  • There is a high chance of power cuts so remember to get lots of bottled water, torches, candles etc.
  • Charge your phone to 100% and if there are power outages DO NOT use your phone in case you need it for an emergency. Read a book instead or something.
  • In case of floods protect all important documents and stuff. Put all valuable items in high presses.
  • Stock up on food too (Last time we had a storm this bad we forgot to buy food for the house and it was awful)
  • For people who have anxiety about the storm remember that this is only temporary weather and do whatever you can to keep yourself calm. Whether that is reading, drawing or keeping yourself busy by cleaning the house. The storm won’t last forever and I promise you’ll be safe.
  • Check whether or not your school/work has been cancelled to avoid any unnecessary travel

Okay that’s all I can think of at the moment but if anyone wants to add anything to the list feel free to write away. Stay safe Xx

Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

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i think its safe to say that i really want this game

i’ll drive you

#73: “I like proving you wrong”

#74: “Girls can’t drive, plain and simple”

warning: a bit of cursing, and temporary sexism

word count: 1,063

a/n: My first writing of Jeff Atkins on this blog! Hope you like it and feel free to send in more requests! I also made a really bad pun that I hope no one notices if you wanna know it, hmu in my ask box;)

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Unorthodox

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

Requested by: ANON


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    You smile, “That’s all I ask.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do I have to go to the store?”

“Because I’m the one that can cook.”

He shrugs, “Send it to my phone.”  

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

Introverted Omegas/Extroverted Alphas Headcanons

-A shy and clingy Omega being dragged to a party by their Alpha but it’s crowded and stressful so the Alpha ends up carrying their somewhat grouchy mate around while trying not to pay too much attention to the nose brushing against their neck, seeking comfort from the Alpha’s scent

-An extroverted Alpha that has finally convinced their introverted Omega friend to go on a date with them and they are so excited so they take the Omega to their favorite place, a very loud and busy restaurant that the Alpha adores because it feeds their need to interact and be around people. However, after chattering non stop for a while the Alpha finally notices how uncomfortable the Omega looks and how they shy away a bit whenever someone passes too closely to their table, feeling a bit guilty for not noticing sooner the Alpha makes up a reason to leave and they go somewhere quieter with less people. Despite the Alpha’s denial, the Omega knows they did it for their sake and they feel so content and cared for and they know they picked a good Alpha

-An extroverted Alpha trying to do something special for their less than social mate so they tell the Omega they can pick anywhere they want to go, the Alpha is only mildly surprised when the Omega’s eyes light up and they respond, “So we can go home and nap? Just the two of us?” but the Alpha isn’t really annoyed or anything because cuddles and sleepy kisses are their weakness

-An extremely introverted Omega that gets really anxious around people but they agree to go somewhere with a group of friends. The place they end up going to is really crowded and noisy and all the different scents in the air start stressing the Omega out so they instinctually clutch onto the arm of their Alpha best friend and squeeze tightly. The Alpha turns to question them about it but as soon as they notice their friend’s distress they are quick to wrap an arm around them and surround them with the Alpha’s own familiar and comforting scent, the Alpha is very social so they easily do all the talking for both of them until the Omega is calm and relaxed again…they still hold them close though…just to be sure everything is alright of course

-An introverted Omega constantly worrying that their extroverted Alpha will get tired of their antisocial tendencies and leave them behind, the Alpha eventually catching on and reassuring them that they could never lose interest in such an adorable little rain cloud of negativity, the Omega just going “never mind bye” and walking away while the Alpha laughs

-An extroverted Alpha taking their quiet and shy Omega drinking with friends and the Omega being mortified when the Alpha gets drunk and starts loudly discussing what the Omega is like in bed like, “Yeah you’d never know cuz he’s so quiet all the time but he’s a real screamer once we get goin-” and the Omega is blushing profusely as they instantly start dragging their drunk ass home and then they spend the next two weeks denying all the Alpha’s sexual advances as revenge

-An extroverted Alpha always feeling so accomplished when they find a social thing that their introverted Omega also enjoys, like concerts, low-key being all content about other people seeing how happy their Omega is because it makes them feel like a good Alpha

-An introverted Omega really not wanting to attend a party with their outgoing mate, so while they are supposed to be getting ready they instead do little things to distract the Alpha like exposing their throat or walking around without clothes…and when they end up fucking instead of attending the party the Omega has to accept the fact that they literally just seduced their Alpha to avoid having to socialize

-An Alpha having no luck convincing their Omega to go out and do something so they turn to the Omega’s sibling for help but they won’t help because, “If you guys stay here we can all do puzzles and doing puzzles doesn’t require going out and seeing people.” and the Alpha just gives up and joins them at the table to help with the puzzle

-An Alpha literally bribing their Omega to attend a family gathering like, “Okay okay, if you come with me tonight we can spend all day at home tomorrow eating garbage and doing nothing, we can do anything you want but my mother will murder me if we miss another dinner due to some random illness.” the Omega reluctantly agreeing…“Okay but I want tacos and ice cream for breakfast.”

{Vampire AU} They Bite You Without Consent- Part 1 (Namjoon, Yoongi, & Hoseok)

*Authors note: I will do the rest of the members soon! I just have a little writters block at the moment! Also this is a little dark, just a warning!

Namjoon:

It started off as any usual night, you invited your best friend, Namjoon, to hang out and watch movies with you. Everything seemed fine until you noticed your best friend starting at you. “What? Do I have popcorn on my face?” you jokingly asked. Usually, something like that would get a laugh out of time but tonight he remained silent. You turned to fully face him to ask him if anything was wrong when you felt two hands grab your arms and pin you to the couch you bother were sitting on.You have never seen your best friend like this before.His eyes were not the color they normally were, they were a solid black. Scared to move you stayed still “Namjoon…?” you whisper lightly. He looked deep into your eyes, even though they were solid black you could sense his mind is torn between two things. Before you knew it, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, positioning his mouth on your neck. “I’m sorry___” was all you heard before you felt a sharp pain in your neck. You let out a blood-curdling scream with tears in your eyes. As much as you tried to get away you were glued to the couch due to Namjoon’s body, you felt your heart begin to beat slower causing you to pass out beneath him. Once he felt you pass out due to blood loss he retracted his teeth from your neck and laid a bloody kiss where he had bit you. With tears in his eyes, he curled up against you rubbing your neck softly, “I hope you will forgive me”.


Yoongi:

You were walking home from the bar with your best friend, Yoongi. All night he has been acting weird around you, he was never one to talk much but tonight it seemed he was actively avoiding you even though he has agreed to accompany you to the bar for a fun night out. It was going to be a bit of a walk until you were home so you decided to ask him what was up, figuring he just had a bad day at work and didn’t want to talk about it. Under a street lamp, you stopped in your footsteps and turned around to your best friend only to find he wasn’t there. In a fright, you yell out his time to see if he was anywhere near you. “____, I’m over here” you heard the familiar voice some echo from the alleyway you had just passed. You laugh and begin to walk over to the sound “Yoongi, what are you doing? It’s not the time to play around!” you exclaimed. When you got to the entrance of the alley you felt two strong arms pull you in, placing you against a wall where there was no light shining. “Yoon-“you begin to say before a hand covers your mouth. “I can’t let you see me like this” your best friend said before you felt immense pain at your neck. You tried to scream out but his hand tightened leaving you only able to create tears. Yoongi felt your tears creep onto his hand. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain, you were his everything, that was one of the reasons he chose to do this somewhere dark. He slowly pulled back taking your unconscious body into his hands, tears falling from his eyes onto your neck. “I love you ___” he whispered while carrying you back home.


Hoseok:

Your best friend was ignoring all of your calls and texts, you had no idea why. Beginning to worry you called again finally getting him to answer his phone. “Hobi! You’ve had me worried sick, are you alright? You’ve been avoiding all my messages” you exclaim. On the other end of the phone, you could hear a slight giggle which came out deeper than you were used to “Haha. I’m fine ___, I’m sorry to make you worry. I’ve just been dealing with some stress due to the album we’re working on”. You being his best friend you knew something else was up, “Hobi do you want me to come over and bring you anything? I can get you ice cream if –“ before you could even finish your sentence you heard a scream on the other side of the phone “NO___, DON’T COME HERE.” .Your eyes widened at the sudden change of tone in his voice “But hobi I –“ you were cut off again “PLEASE ___ Don’t come over here tonight. We can hang out tomorrow okay?” With that last line the called ended abruptly. Worried about your best friend you ignored his warnings and decided to walk to the next block over to his house to see if everything was alright. To your surprise, his door was unlocked so you let yourself in. Something didn’t feel right. “Hobi? I know you said not to come over but I was really worried” you stammered. Suddenly you felt two hands grab you by the shoulder and push you into the wall. You moaned in pain and looked you to see your best friend pushed up against you. “I-I told you not to come here. It isn’t safe here” he stuttered. Gripping onto your shoulders tighter our eyes widened and that is when you noticed his eyes, they were not as they were before, they were pitch black. Before you could let what you were seeing sink in you felt enormous pain in your neck. You screamed out in pain, you felt as if your flesh was being abruptly ripped apart. After a few moments, you began to feel dizzy and moved all of your weight onto Hoseok, before you passed out you felt his tears rolling down your neck. Once you were unconscious Hoseok lifted your body and placed it gently on his bed, he held your face in his hands while he cried “I told you not to come, I did not what to hurt you”.

anonymous asked:

8. After a long day , 18. This is so unfair, you're bigger and stronger than me. With Peter Parker please :)

Situation 8: After a long day

Sentence 18: “This is so unfair, you’re bigger and stronger than me.”


You sat at your small desk in your cramped bedroom staring at the computer screen for an unhealthy amount of hours.  The clock on the corner of your laptop read 6:43 PM.  You mumbled words to yourself as you attempted to finish the essay which should have been done days ago.  You were so concentrated on the screen in front of you, you failed to hear the window open and a certain someone creep into your room.  

Your fingers quickly typed in another sentence before you felt a pair of arms wrap around yours causing you to squeal.  Peter laughed at your reaction before quickly letting you go.  

“What the hell Peter? You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed, throwing the nearest object towards his direction which happened to be an eraser.  

Peter immediately caught the object in midair without even blinking before saying, “You should’ve seen your face, it was priceless.”

“I hate you, I hope you know that,” you said before returning to your essay.  

“So, what are you working on?” Peter asked, standing behind your chair and peering over your shoulder.  

“That essay I should’ve done a while ago but haven’t.”

“The one that is due tomorrow?” he asked.  

“Yes, the one that was due tomorrow, now can you please leave me alone?”

“Oh come on, I haven’t been able to talk to you all day because of this stupid paper.  You promised that you were going to watch Star Wars with me!”

“That was before I found out that we have a freaking paper due in less than seventeen hours!”

“Okay, you are stressing way too much over this, everyone knows you can afford to do poorly on a paper.  I bet you are still going to get an A on this one. So here’s the deal, you are going to watch Star Wars with me whether you like it or not.”

Before you had any time to protest, Peter quickly shut your laptop and grabbed your hands slightly pulling you towards the door.  

“No!” you whined, “I have to finish this paper.”

You tried pulling yourself from your grasp and back to your desk praying that Peter would not object.  

“Oh no you don’t,” he said before pulling you onto his shoulder forcing you out the door.  

“This is so unfair, you’re bigger and stronger than me!”

“Well this is the only way I’m getting you to spend time with me!”

You felt your body get set gently on your living room sofa where an assortment of snacks and drinks had been set up.  

“When did you do all of this?”

“Your mom let me in,” he replied before putting in the movie, “Now let’s just enjoy the movie and not worry about some stupid paper about the Renaissance period.”

You groaned in defeat before you replied, “Fine, I will watch Star Wars with you.”  

“Yes!” Peter exclaimed before sitting down next to you.  

A few minutes in you asked, “I don’t understand, I thought we were watching the first Star Wars movie?  Why does it say Episode IV?”

“You don’t understand, this is the first episode.”

“No it’s not, it says Episode IV.”

“Will you just watch the movie?”

“Okay okay! I will!”

Even Angels Fall

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Au: Mafia, late 1920′s-1930′s
Word Count
: 3,657ish
T/W: Angst = anxiety, blood, pill overdoses, violence, swearing, hospitals  
A/N: Philip was in a “mafia” group (aka family) and claimed he’s out for good. (Set in “gangster” time, late 1920′s-1930′s)  I’m sorry, in advance.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround ✨  @iworshipmusicals

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You were fully aware of the mafia’s in town. You knew they were dangerous. You knew they were run like a family and every member was treated like family. You knew all this, the worst part? You were dating one. His name was Philip, you met him one night at a bar. He was charming and sweet. You fell head over heels and so did he. It was amazing the two of you had been together for so long considering his affiliation with a gang. They didn’t typically like a member falling in love with an outside source, but you made it work. You didn’t ask questions and he didn’t tell details. 

But after one job, you had to ask. He came home bloodied and with broken ribs. ‘The job went wrong’ is all he told you. And you had to live with that. Begging him to get out of the business, he always said he’d be fine, until that night. Even their ‘leader,’ George, had bailed on the job half-way through. They all spilt separate ways. He came home to you immediately. He claimed he was done, as you bandaged his wounds, he refused to go to a hospital, since the last time he was in one he saw this father dying. So you made the first aid kit work. You cried a lot that night seeing him bruised and broken. He was your everything… 


You opened your eyes to the morning sunlight and the touch of your lover. He was already awake and gazing at you, softly grazing his fingertips, up and down your arm. He was so pretty, in the morning glow. The curtains behind him danced from the slight breeze coming in through the open window. You traced some of his freckles with your fingertips, across his cheekbone. He smiled at the affection. 

“Hey, you know what today is?” you whispered, snuggling closer to him. 

“Mmm, no what?” Philip rubbed your back. 

“It’s been one month since you quit,” you stroked a hand against his jawline.

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lunardinosaurchan  asked:

Maybe 26(You're the one thing keeping me sane right now) and 28 (Please help me) Jamilton?

— Hope you like it @lunardinosaurchan !

“you’re the one thing keeping me sane right now” “please help me”


“I can’t do it, dammit.”

Thomas laughs at Alexander’s pessimism; he’s used to hearing him fret over assignments so he doesn’t except today to be any different. “The great Alexander can’t do it?” He snickers. “Is this a sign of the apocalypse?”

He doesn’t bother to look up, as they sit at his kitchen table together, their laptops open. Thomas is working on an essay for Psychology; it’s due next Thursday, but he decides it’s better to begin earlier rather than later.

When he hears Alexander’s chair skid against the hardwood, he almost looks up, but it’s only when he hears him sniffle, and exhale sharply, that he finally closes his laptop to look at him. His heart is pounding, the way it normally does when he sees his boyfriend so upset. Worry spreads through his chest, and he immediately regrets his teasing.

“What’s wrong?”

Alexander turns away from him, his breathing becoming more ragged as he gasps and sniffles, trying to quiet himself. “I-I can’t do this,” he pauses, letting out a loud sob.

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The Pack- You Can Do This

Request- hi, i have this super big speech coming up next week for my english class and i’m struggling with my anxiety really badly. could you please write about the reader being scott’s youngest beta and freaking out about doing her speech, and the pack helps coach her through it and is really supportive? scott is teased by the rest of the pack for being a dad, but they all help her through it. thank you so much, i love you!

A/N- I am so so sorry that this is late. I realize you were probably in school when you needed this the most, and it’s pretty much August now. Still, I hope it helps in the future.

“If we shadows have offended…”

You swallowed, and took a deep breath, glancing around at the crowded lunch room.  Even sitting at a lunch table by yourself, you weren’t able to practice your English assignment out loud. Just the fact that there were over a hundred people around, possibly listening in, made your words stick in your throat.

“If we shadows-”

“Why are you talking to yourself?”

You whirled around and saw Malia standing there, staring at you quizzically with a lunch tray in her hands.

“I wasn’t,” you stated with a frown. “I was just…practicing.”

“Practicing for what?” Stiles asked, coming up from behind her with Scott.

“Just something stupid for English.”

Malia set down her tray and reached forward, snatching the crumpled paper from your hands. You blinked in shock as she held it up to her face, and then raised her eyebrows at you. “Are you sure this is English?”

Scott leaned in to take a look. “It’s Shakespeare.”

“So not English then?” Malia asked.

“Early Modern English,” Lydia corrected, whisking the page out of her hands and handing it back to you. “It’s from the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Puck’s speech, actually, which is very famous.”

She calmly took her seat next to you and winked, taking a bite of her salad for emphasis.

“At least it’s not math,” Malia offered, taking the seat across from you

The boys followed suit behind her, and you sighed.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Scott asked. “You’re stressed. Is it the full moon?”

“No,” you told him hesitantly. “It’s not that…”

“Are you sure?” Stiles questioned. “Because I’m not sure those chains are going to hold much longer…”

“I don’t even need them anymore!”
Stiles threw up his hands defensively. “Okay, I hear you…are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes, and tossed your paper to the middle of the table. “It’s this stupid speech. It’s like no matter how much I practice, I can’t stand up in front of the class and do it.”

“Hm,” Scott murmured. “When is it due?”

“Tomorrow,” you told him miserably. “And I can barely do it in the mirror.”

Lydia squeezed your soldier. “Public speaking is a really common fear. 90% of people have it.”

“You don’t.”

“Lydia’s in a class of her own,” Stiles pointed out. “I mean, name one thing she can’t do.”

“I can’t paint the nails on my left hand with my right,” she offered.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I hate public speaking too, but there’s a way around it. It’s all about staying calm and removing yourself from the situation.”

“How?”

“Just think of something else. Something you don’t get nervous about.”

“Like what?”

“A fight,” Malia suggested. “You tried to rip Theo’s throat out last time we saw him. It was awesome.”

You flushed. “I was still learning control.”

She shrugged as if control was a concept she could take or leave, and smirked at you. Malia seemed to be the only one who remembered that moment with fondness.

“Anyway,” Stiles continued, shooting a disapproving glance at her. “Don’t think about how many people there are going to be, or what happens if you forget, or how you could fail-”

“Stiles!” Lydia scolded, noticing the pale look on your face. “You’re scaring her.”

“Oh, my bad.”

Scott sighed, and offered you an encouraging smile. “You can do this, Y/n. I mean, if you think about it, you’ve faced down much scarier things than some speech. And even though you haven’t been my beta for long, you haven’t batted an eyelash. Theo, the Beast…all of it scared you, and you still fought just as hard as the rest of us.”

“This is different,” you stated with a frown.

“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed. “But there’s no way it’s worse, right?”

“I…I guess not.”

“You can do this,” he promised.

“Yeah…”

“You can. I’m your alpha. Trust me, I’ve seen you face down chimeras, and hunters, and if you can do that, I know you can do this.”

You took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Sweet,” Stiles said. “Now let’s practice.”


“Y/n! You’re up next.”

“Shit,” you muttered, knowing the word would be drowned out in the applause.

Mason vacated his spot at the front of the room, and walked back down the aisle to take the seat in front of you. “How’d I do?”

You scoffed. “Do you even have to ask? That was amazing.”

A faint blush colored his dark cheeks. “Thanks, Y/n.

You nodded and took a deep breath. “You and Hayden can have my stuff when I die of embarrassment.”

“What about Liam?”

“He’d just break it or something,” you said with a shake of your head.

He smiled. “You’re not going to die. You’re going to do great.”

You rolled your eyes and rose from your seat, ready to head toward the front of the room. You had memorized the speech weeks ago, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the fact that you still weren’t sure if you could say it in front of twenty five other kids. There was a pretty good chance that they would be getting the contents of your stomach instead of a speech.

Scott’s words from the day before were still on your mind as you slowly walked to the front of the room. In fact, they were probably the only things preventing you from throwing up your lunch in front of your entire class.

“Y/n?” Mrs. Cassidy asked. “What was your piece?”

“Uh, I’m doing-”

“Not to me, to the class,” she interrupted.

You swallowed and turned around, facing over twenty pairs of eyes on you. “Okay. I did Puck’s speech…from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. So, uh, here it is. If we shadows have offe-”

The door suddenly opened, causing you to freeze. Lydia was ducking her head into the classroom, all dimples and pink lipstick.

“Hey, Mrs. Cassidy. We just wanted to stop in and listen to Y/n do her piece. I hope we didn’t miss it?”

“Of course. She was just about to start.”

Your teacher smiled at her. You knew Lydia had been her student when she was a freshman, no doubt a good one, because she didn’t even seem to care as the four seniors shuffled in. It was a good plan, you thought, sending Lydia in first.

“We’ll be quiet,” Stiles assured her, and then immediately tripped on a loose textbook, noisily catching himself on a desk.

Mrs. Cassidy sighed and shook her head. “Go on, Y/n.”

You nodded, and glanced across the room. Lydia was flashing you a smile, Stiles was giving you a thumbs up, and Malia was staring in disgust at all the underclassmen around her. Scott was the one you focused on, and you watched as he slowly nodded to you.

“You can do this,” he muttered under his breath, so softly that you could have only heard it with your wolf hearing.

And for some reason, that was what gave you the confidence you needed. Scott had saved your life by giving you the bite, but he had also given you amazing abilities. On top of that, you gained some pretty amazing friends in the process.

If someone had told you a year ago that you would someday belong to a pack of werewolves, you never would have believed them, let alone imagine that they would show up to your English class to support you during a speech.

They didn’t just have your back during supernatural rumbles or bloody battles. They had it in the most mundane things, and somehow, that was what mattered the most. So with your newfound faith, and the encouraging eyes of your pack on you, you opened your mouth, and began to speak.

Needless to say, you didn’t make one mistake.

Mixed AU Prompts

Cuz my last AU post went over so well, here’s some more!

- “You are my favourite cosplayer, and I can’t believe that you are actually at the same con as me!  AND the fact that we are both cosplaying from the same series that everyone ships can’t be a coincidence - WAIT, what do you mean that you want a photo with me?! Yes, you can post!!”

- “Look, my friend dared me to ask you out because I told them that I can get anyone’s number, do you mean humoring them? Yeah, I’m totally free tomorrow night!”

- “liSTEN!  I get that you want to read that book, but I have a book due in two days and I haven’t even started it, so you better hand that book over or the librarian will be scraping your blood off the limited editions!”

- “Okay, I know that it might seem like I got myself into this position,but I swear this was a blind date gone horribly wrong!  I know I just ordered my third glass of wine and it’s only one in the afternoon, but this guy looks nothing like his photos - stop laughing at me!  I can see you over there, can you help ME OUT?!”

- “Look, I know this might sound weird, but my great grandfather just passed away, and in an old shoe box, he had a bunch of unsent letters that were addressed to your grandfather.  I don’t want to bother you, but i thought that I would give them to you, it just seemed like our grandfathers were REALLY close when they were our age.”

- “I own an old book store and you run this new tattoo shops the street.  I’m not  big fan of you b/c a bunch of biker people keep parking outside my shop and I’ve lost a lot of customers since you started, but you just came into my store with an arm full of tattoos and just bought The Great Gatsby, and now I’ve very confused… a little turned on…”

- “I’ve known you for a few years, and everyone thinks we’d be a great couple including me but your current lover doesn’t think that and I think they really don’t like me, we have never even talked before. But I’m getting a lot of mixed signals, like what do you mean I look ‘cute’ with my hair down, but when you notice your being really nice, you cover with, ‘I mean - less ugly!’ and turning away?  Please help me, I am confusion!”

-”I know we haven’t talked in a long time since you moved, especially with the fact that you old lover still doesn’t like me, even though I also moved, but I just seen you at a national event, and DAMN RIGHT I look hella good right now!  How am I?  Well, thanks for asking, I am still madly in love with you but you revert back to your old self by imminently telling me your new lover is cute, I bet Good.” 

- “Listen, I don’t care if you think I’m cute, I’m currently dating some one!  No…they aren’t the best, BUT they do care!  And yeah… I do find them a bit annoying.  But they are nice… never mind… But that does not mean I’m going to DATE YOU!”

Hit me up with topics or your AUs.  I enjoy writing these. Let me know if you want more!

anonymous asked:

Hi can you please do a long reaction for Minhyuk, Hyungwon, Wonho and Kihyun where they cheer you up because you had a bad day at school or work?

Wish granted! Also, the Masterlist has been updated! I don’t know if you can see the “keep reading” part on the post (mobile only) because I don’t see it when I only view it. If someone can tell me why, (ain’t nothing but a heart ache) that would be great!

Wonho - You couldn’t help but feel the need to break your pencil in two and use it as a weapon against the teacher in front of you. Strict, rude, racist, and unforgiving, is the type of person he was. You didn’t understand, but at times he would spit out curses toward you and the other students for not working hard enough and today was the worst of all. His marks on your essays basically made one on its own and you couldn’t take his class anymore. Wonho often came by to pick you up from school, but today, he couldn’t because he had a meeting with the CEO, which made your day even worse. Just your luck. Walking out the school building, you still had the pent-up frustrations about that class, wishing that it wasn’t required to take it. The stress and the amount of studying wasn’t worth it, but you still did it anyway. Not to mention on your way home, you missed your bus not once, but twice, and the shops you bought bubble tea for the two of you was closed for maintenance. At that point, everything snowballed into a day that you wanted to forget and erase forever. By the time you made it home, it was already late evening. He’s going to ask, isn’t he…? A sigh escaped your lips from the thought of Wonho running up to you, patting your face and hair to see if you’re alright. Well, that almost happened. To your surprise, there was a makeshift tent in the middle of the living room, strewn with fairy lights on top of the blankets and pillows. “Wonho-ah… You made this?” “Indeed!” Wonho popped his head out from the tent, gesturing you to come closer and observe. “See? We can lay here all night and all weekend watching whatever while we’re underneath the fairy lights I bought yesterday. You know, you can’t hide the fact that you were having a bad day from me. Come on! Change into your pajamas and come on in!” Wonho got out of the tent and patted your shoulders, urging you to change and spend the night with him. As you showed a grateful smile, you nodded and headed over to your room, later to the tent where Wonho brought up the opportunity to cuddle as well.

Minhyuk - The expectations fell heavy on your shoulders. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe from the deadlines that approached quicker than expected, or the requirements and stakes were higher than you could overcome. School is only temporary, but it seemed like forever. Your headaches occurred more frequently, and you couldn’t find the time to eat or sleep because you doubted yourself from remembering specific topics the next day. As you came home, the whole journey, you reviewed terms, subjects, and key points in your head for the upcoming exam. What made it even worse was the fact your teacher handed you back a test you didn’t appreciate receiving. It was a 74%. You wanted to at least try your best in school for a satisfactory future. However, it wasn’t turning out the way you’d like to, and you came home with a sulk and a heavy heart. You didn’t want to face Minhyuk. After all, he was helping you with your schoolwork. How will find out about this? Exactly. He won’t. You sighed as you closed the door and let your bag fall onto the floor with a thump. The apartment was empty and didn’t pertain the happiness it had when Minhyuk occupied it. He’s at the studio today, that’s right. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration and headed toward the kitchen, where you found a piece of pink paper with writing on it. It’s okay to have these days. Smile for me, will you? I don’t like it when you’re sad. Quickly eat what I’ve made you that’s in the refrigerator. I’m sure you’ll like it. You blinked a few times and attempted to smile, but you forced it in the end. Approaching the refrigerator, you opened it, seeing a photo of Minhyuk on top of a plastic box, decorated with yellow ribbon with white polka dots. Inside, perfectly wrapped kimbap sat on top of colored tissue paper with tiny separators with the banchan inside. From radishes to kimchi, you couldn’t help but eat your feelings away. You sat down at the bar, taking your pair of chopsticks and digging in. “Mind if I take a bite? I made it after all,” Minhyuk’s voice was heard from behind you. Quickly, you turned around and found him with his duffel bag slung on his shoulder, and dressed in his training outfit. “Feel better okay? I found out about your grades from your teacher but it doesn’t mean this applies how smart you are. One grade won’t make all the difference. So smile and do better next time, okay?” Minhyuk kissed our cheek before grabbing a piece of your kimbap and running away into another room.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do one where Allison gives birth to a baby boy?

HERE WE GO FOLKS XX almost 5000 words I hate myself, I cried multiple times writing this

Alison Dilaurentis was bored, hungry, and horny. And, when her girlfriend was across town teaching a bunch of teenagers how to swim, that really wasn’t the best combination. Her hand was wrist deep in a bowl of cheetos, and her third watch of the notebook was playing on their TV, meaning that Ali was crying. Again.

“God damn it” She muttered to herself, wiping her tears away and stuffing tissues in the bin next to her. She wanted to stretch, stand up, maybe take a walk. But, the 9 month pregnancy bump she was harbouring made that task seem formidable, and so she settled with curling up on the couch and texting Hanna.

I’m really bored- A

I still think it’s too soon to joke-H

I used to be A all the time. Now it’s tarnished:(-A

True….

Where’s Em?-H

Work. She’s been at work a lot-A

Can’t keep her away from the pool. How are you feeling?-H

In need of a friend. Please?-A

I thought you’d never ask -H.

Ali smiled to herself, plumping her pillow and turning over to Netflix, hoping to find something other than sappy romances to keep her entertained for a while. She settled on a drama about women in the Victorian Era, and eventually found herself becoming drowzy. In fact, she very almost fell asleep, until her front door burst open and the familiar sound of Hanna’s Gucci heels echoed through the hallway.

“Ali?” She yelled, looking around a little confused before she spotted Ali in a ball on the sofa, her hands covered in orange dust, her hair matted and wearing the same pyjamas she had been for a week. “you look like hell” She said bluntly, flouncing over to the window to open the curtains and draw in some natural light. Ali scoffed, pausing the television.

“Nice to see you too” She muttered with a teasing smile. Hanna frowned, holding her hands out so that Ali would reach for them.

“Well, it isn’t. Not when you haven’t showered for a month” She said, crumpling her nose to prove her point.

“Uh, I showered three days ago” Ali said, taking personal offence.

“Ali!” Hanna exclaimed, trying with all her might to yank her off the sofa, only succeeding because  Ali found that she actually wanted to stand up for a while “has Emily even kissed you in the last three days?” She said, not even trying to hide her disgust. Ali blushed, a smirk creeping back onto her face.

“Do you really wanna know?” She teased. Hanna hesitated for a second, and then shook her head furiously.

“I’m leaving unless you go and shower right now” She warned, with a pointed stare in the direction of the bathroom. Ali rolled her eyes, but eventually wandered up the stairs, her hand on her back to ease the pain of walking around with a child attached to her. Hanna sighed in disbelief, clearing up all the food wrappers that were strewn across the floor, laughing at the thought of how much Emily was probably having to put up with in the last days of Ali’s pregnancy. She only took a break from cleaning as her phone buzzed in her back pocket. It was Emily.

Hey, Han. I’m gonna be later than I thought, we’ve been called in for a faculty meeting. Any chance you can watch Ali for a couple of hours?” She sounded desperate, exhausted and completely bored.

“Uh, sure. I mean I’m already here so it’s whatever” She chuckled lightly as Emily sighed with relief.

Is she okay? I mean, she’s not angry, is she?” Emily asked, clearly trying to mask her concern but not doing a very good job.

“Yeah, Em. She’s fine, she’s showering and then I’m gonna take her for a walk around the block”    

Okay, good. Tomorrow is her due date so just, be careful with her. My phones gonna be off for this meeting but I’ll be an hour max, and then you can call me if you need ” Hanna sighed, beginning to get bored of how much Emily loved and worried about Ali.

“Yeah, Em. I will”

And tell her I’m sorry and I love her and I’ll be home as soon as I can.

“Okay! Now go and do work” Hanna teased, hanging up the phone before Emily could say anything else. As she turned around, Ali stood behind her wearing, as usual, Emily’s sharks jumper for a million years ago, and a pair of black sweat pants. Granted, the jumper was a little on the small side now, but it was no secret how much it comforted Ali when Em was stuck at work. “That was Em” She told her, happy to see the smile breaking out on her face “she says she loves you, and she’ll be home as soon as she can and she’s sorry” Hanna recited, Ali’s face slowly falling.

“Right” Ali muttered, walking across the kitchen to grab a banana. “So- what’s the plan?” She asked, trying to mask her sadness at finding out Emily wasn’t going to be home for a while. Hanna froze for a second, but quickly plastered a smile on her face.

“It’s hot outside, do you wanna go get some ice cream?” She said excitedly “or we can just walk around the park for a bit, maybe meet Spencer?” Ali smiled, taking just one bit of her banana before pulling a face and throwing it in the bin. “Come on, Ali. Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean we can’t go and have a little bit of fun.” Ali sighed.

“I don’t know, Han. I got a really bad pain in my stomach earlier, I kinda hoped we could just lounge on the sofa and watch TV” Hanna’s phone slipped out of her hand, thankfully landing safely on the carpet, but she ignored it in favour of closing the space between her and Ali and grabbing her by the shoulder. “Ow- what are you doing?” She complained, moving herself out of Hannas iron grip.

“You got a pain in your stomach earlier?” She repeated, waiting for Ali to understand her own statement. “a pain in your stomach, Alison?” She said again, more desperation.

“Yeah? So wh- oh crap. Oh crap” She said, a pained expression taking over her face as she took a seat, suddenly the weight of what was happening dawning on her. And, as good luck would have it, the very same pain washed over as she did so. “call Emily” she muttered, as her breathing rapidly became heavier.

“She’s turned her phone off” Hanna told her, unable to laugh at the bitter irony. “where’s your hospital bag, babe, I’ll go and get it and I’ll drive you across and we can call Em from there” Hanna said, trying to keep her voice calm so that Ali wouldn’t freak. Yet, despite her best efforts, Ali shook her head with vehement stubbornness.

“No” She said, breathing through her supposed contraction and steadying herself on the counter “No, I can’t go anywhere without Em” Hanna rolled her eyes- it was infuriating how sweet they were.

“Ali, she’ll be one hour maximum. She can meet us at the hospital. Come on, you’re having a baby. You can’t put that on hold” The blonde froze from a moment, her hands landing on her stomach. She was having a baby. She was going to be a mom.

She was going to faint.

Clearing her throat, and shaking herself out of all negativity, she stood up straighter as the pain had diminished.

“We can stop by the school and you can go in and get her and then we’ll go to the hospital” She bargained. Hanna pouted, knowing that the High School was on the complete opposite side of town.

“Fine” she said, unable to deny Alison anything when her face was coated with nothing but fear “I will get your bag, you can call the hospital and let them know we’ll be there within the hour” Ali smiled gratefully, finding her phone in the cracks of the sofa and dialling as Hanna disappeared upstairs. She came down a few minutes later, after Ali had warned the overly-friendly receptionist that she’d be there soon, with the duffel bag Emily had insisted on packing flung over her shoulder.

“Come on, then” Hanna said, her face contouring with panic “get in the car”

“Hanna, calm down” Ali said with a chuckle, waddling across the room and unlocking the door. Hanna stood frozen, unsure of how such a responsibility had landed on her shoulders of getting her best friend to the hospital to deliver her other best friends baby. “Hanna!” She yelled, breaking her out of her trance.

“Right.” She said to herself, digging around her coat pocket “Hospital” Eventually she found the jagged metal, and met Ali at the door, squeezing her shoulder but they walked out to the car.

“It hurts, Han” she said through forced breathes as they drove out of her house, leaning over and spasming in pain as another contraction assaulted her body. Her head tipped back and Hanna couldn’t stand to watch, one hand gripped tight in Ali’s as the other clamped around the steering wheel, he eyes fixed on the curves of the road. “Where is she?” Ali said through a clenched jaw, and Hanna gulped as there was nothing she could do to get them to the High School any quicker.

“Soon, Ali. Just hold on” She tried to keep the calm out of her face, and it seemed to work because Ali’s expression softened a little. She shook her head, resting it against the back of the chair as she shut her eyes, her hand still gripped onto her stomach. “Tell me about her” Hanna suddenly thought.

“What?” Ali exhaled, her mouth forming a little ‘O’ as she breathed in and out, trying to steady herself.

“Tell me about Emily” Hanna clarified, the idea popping into her head because if Emily couldn’t be there with them in person then she could be with them in spirit.

“You know” She tensed for a second “about Emily” 

“I know about my Emily. Tell me about yours” Hanna pushed as they pulled up in front of a traffic light. “please?” It wasn’t for her benefit, but maybe if she acted like it was Ali would be more inclined to go along with it. She gulped, breathing a little more easily as the tension subsided for the moment. Letting her eyes flutter open, she smiled softly.

“She’s everything” she said quietly, her eyes closing again “she makes it easier to breathe. She makes you remember that there is good in the world” Her voice was beginning to get weaker, and it became almost a whisper as they entered the main square of Rosewood “she has this little mole at the bottom of her spine and every time you touch it she giggles like a child” A ghost of a smile flickered across her face as she remembered some forgotten memory. Hanna chuckled along with her. “sometimes when she’s talking I forget what she’s saying because I get so lost in her eyes; they’re the deepest eyes in the whole world” She paused to take a breath, and Hanna was scared another contraction was already holding her down, but thankfully she settled into her chair with ease.

“What else?” Hanna pressed her for me, hoping that picturing Emily was helping keep the pain away. Ali hesitated for a moment.

“Her heart is pure gold” She muttered, picking up a coin that was neglected in the glove box and fiddling with it “she’s good and kind and loyal and she deserves everything” Ali felt tears prick at the back of her throat, but she swallowed them. The School finally came into sight. “Go and get her!” Ali exclaimed as Hanna pulled into the lot, unbuckling her belt and sprinting through the hallways. She didn’t even know where she was supposed to be looking, so she belted into the pool area, straight into Emily’s office. When Emily saw the blonde standing there, she looked furious.

“Hanna?” She yelled, plastering a smile as her boss (clearly) was sat in front of her. “Uh, Mr. Mac-”

“No time” Hanna cut her off with a sharp smile “Alison’s in labour. Let’s go, Em” She yelled, and before Emily could even explain she was out of her seat and grabbing her jacket, running out the school and into the car, all but forgetting that Hanna was there too.

“Baby” Emily sighed with relief, opening Ali’s door and kissing her intensely, her hand on the back of her neck as she softly stroked her back, their lips refusing to unlock “are you okay?” She said, finally pulling away. Ali smiled.

“I am now” Emily sighed, kissing her softly once on the lip before getting into the back seat.

“Are you guys done?” Hanna said with a sarcastic edge to her tone “can I drive now?” Ali rolled her eyes as Em’s hand stretched around the seat, not letting go of Ali’s.

“Go” She yelled, and Hanna’s foot pressed down on the pedal, speeding out of the lot and across the town until they pulled up outside the maternity ward. “Okay, Ali, wait a second” Emily said, letting go of her hand and jumping around to help her out. “are you good? Can you walk?” Ali laughed as she gripped Emily’s hand, kissing her on the cheek.

“it’s early. I can walk a few feet to reception” She said joking as Emily wrapped her arm around her back.

“Han, can you call my mom?” Emily asked, her voice laced with repressed fear “she’ll be at home, just let her know what’s going on.” Hanna nodded, pulling the car away to park it before she began her long night in the waiting room. As they made inside without Ali having a contraction, Emily carefully seated her in one of the stupid little plastic chairs as she hurried over to the desk.

“My girlfriends having our baby” she informed the woman, who smiled wholesomely “my friend called in about an hour ago and you said we should bring her in? It’s Alison. Alison Dilaurentis”

“Ah, yes. Alison” The girl, who couldn’t be more than 25, said with a knowing look “her room is ready for her now. Her doctor is on her way” She said, giving Emily instructions on how to find it. She took Ali’s arm, holding a little too tight, as they went to find her room.

“Em, it’s happening again” A li said, slowing her pace and grabbing onto a ledge, her mouth opening and her eyes cementing shut as she pain swallowed her. Emily tried to remember everything she had learnt at those Lamaze classes Spencer had insisted they had gone to, but in that second seeing Ali hurt was the only thing her mind focused on, and all she could do was hold her close to her chest, stroke her hair and tell her she loved her. A passing nurse helpfully went to get a wheelchair for Ali, so that she didn’t have to walk the rest of the way in such a condition. She was immensely grateful as the finally arrived outside their room, their Doctor also reaching it at the same time. It was just as Ali was expecting, a lot of a machines monitoring both hers and Finns heartbeat, the room decorated in drab beige and boring browns.

“How often are the contractions?” The doctor asked, as Ali’s eyes dropped shut.

“Uh, roughly every 12 minutes. They last about a minute each” Emily said for her, her hand trembling with worry as she held it tightly in Ali’s; she couldn’t remember the last time she had let go. Time passed, with more questions and more monitors. All Ali could think about was the pain that grew steadily more intense, that eventually became constant. It slowly turned black outside the window, and her and Emily had been in the room for almost 8 hours. Still Emily hadn’t let go of her hand. Not once.

“Can I get you anything?” Emily asked again, receiving just a shake of the head as Ali breathed through the pain that threatened to tear in two, holding the oxygen mask tightly to her face. All Emily could do was hold her. “you’re doing amazing, sweetie” she muttered as Ali clutched to the sleeves of her jumper, her head resting on Emily’s chest, her face drenched with sweat, slowly turning redder and redder. “I’m so proud of you” she whispered, finding herself unclenching as Ali flopped back down on the bed, exhausted, as the worst of the contraction passed.

“Read me something” Ali asked, reaching out her hand a tucking a strand of Emily’s hair behind her ear “from Spencer’s book” Emily smiled, reaching into the hospital bag and pulling out one of Spencer’s poetry books.

“She gave this to us as a joke” Emily pointed out. Ali shrugged.

“I just wanna hear your voice” she said warily, leaning on her side that she faced Emily. The brunette looked at with unadulterated love, and flicked through the book to find one.

“How about this?” Emily said, her heart fluttering “She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron” Ali blushed as Emily stared at her with nothing but affection.

“Take it away” Ali muttered, grateful for any distraction.

She walks in beauty, like the night” Emily began, a little rusty, her voice weak from tiredness “of cloudless climes and starry skies” Alison couldn’t bare to look at the little smile Emily couldn’t hide as she recited the poem, and all she wanted to do was kiss her. It radiated out of her, her care and concern, so much so that it became a little overwhelming. “And all that’s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes”

“I love you” she said quietly as Emily took a moment for breath. She smirked, kissing her on the forehead before continuing.

Thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies” As she reached the end of the first verse, she needed a drink of water. Unwillingly dropping Ali’s hand in search of one, she was interrupted by a tender knock at the door.

“Get it” Ali insisted “it might be the girls” Emily looked at her watch. It read 2am.

“Spence?” She said, pulling the girl into an embrace as she let her in the room, Hanna and Aria following closely behind. Ali was so thankful they were waiting it out with her, even if the occasion was tainted by the unbearable pain that never really went away. At one point, she screamed so loudly the nurses rushed in to check she hadn’t given birth there and then. Emily had held her even tighter that time, clambering onto the bed and letting her curl up next to her as the others surrounded the bed.

“I wanna go home” she muttered as Hanna completed a ‘Which ‘FRIENDS’ character are you?’ quiz with the group. Emily sighed with regret.

“Yeah? Shall we just pack up and leave then?” She teased, trying to put a smile back onto her girlfriends face. It worked a little.

“How long has it been, Ali?” Spencer asked kindly, sat by her head as she hummed lightly under her breath; it was a habit Alison had always secretly adored.

“Just coming up to 12 hours” she informed them, tapping her belly lightly “he’ll be out soon enough”

“Is he still Finn?” Aria said, noticing that Ali was engaging a little more than she had been “you haven’t changed your mind, have you?” Ali shook her head.

“Nope” Turning to Emily, she kissed the tips of her fingers “actually, we need to talk about middle-names” She said  joyfully.

“Anything you want” Emily told her “it’s yours” From the corner, Alison could feel Hanna’s gaze on them both, but didn’t particularly care. “great. Then Finn Wayne Dilaurentis-Fields it is” It took a second for Emily to process, but when she did she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Spencer smiled, a little enviously, from the side line.

“Are you sure?” She sniffled, taking a tissue from Hanna and blowing into it “we really don’t-” But Ali stopped her with a kiss.

“positive” And for a second, as they forehead pressed delicately together, they were in their own world and the pain fell away entirely. 

“Hello happy couple” Their doctor interrupted them with a grin “12 hours down. You’re a hero” she said supportively, standing by Alison’s feet. The girls left them to it again as she performed all the necessary tests, trying to give them an estimate of how much longer. “9 centimetres down, Alison. We’re getting incredibly close.”

And yet still, another hour later, there was hardly any progress. It was dragging, all she wanted to do was meet her baby.

“How are you doing?” Emily said as Alison was becoming visibly irritated. She didn’t reply, but she also didn’t let go of Emily’s hand. 

“Read to me” Alison broke the silence about half  an hour later, and so that’s what she did. Emily read almost every poem in the book, desperate to make the night easier for her girlfriend.

The sun was just beginning to rise as she felt the immediate need to push.

A scream like nothing else ripped through her body as Emily slammed down on the call  button, nurses rushing and crowding around Alison. She took both her hands in hers and craddled them to her chest, as Ali smashed against her, almost sending her toppling over. Before Alison knew it her legs were being yanked open and she was in agony in her most intimate areas. She screamed once more before she refused to continue. She had been stabbed and drowned, beaten and brusied and tortured and held down and dominated, but she would take it all if it meant this nightmare would be over.

“I wish I could do it for you” Emily said, tears streaming down her face but also uncontrollable smiles as the doctor announced the head had been delivered.

“Never” Ali said, before another scream echoed in the room.

“Alison, I need you to push harder, nothing’s happening” The doctor ordered, sending Ali into even more panic.

“I can’t” she sobbed “I can’t do it anymore” Her protests were futile; she had no choice “Emmy, please, don’t make me do it” She could feel as the tears burnt her own skin, her hair matted at the back of her neck. The muscles in her hand had started to give up from the strength of gripping Emily’s so tightly and she couldn’t escape the drumming sounds that flooded her mind  from blood pumping so fast around her body. The pain of pushing was incomparable, she was being shredded in two and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Come on, baby” Emily muttered, holding her even tighter “you can do this. You can do anything”

“Not this” She said as she tried pushing again with no more success.

“Yes, you can, Ali. Don’t stop” And so she pushed again, the sound of Emily’s voice the only comfort that she had.

“Tell me a story” she begged. Emily snapped.

“Paris” It was the first thing that came to her mind “we’re gonna go to Paris and I’m going to buy you a plate full of pink macaroons” Alison took a deep breath and pushed again; she pushed for her baby. “we’re gonna climb the Eiffel Tower and your gonna kiss me until I can’t breathe. The sun’s gonna set behind us and we’re going to watch as it turns gold and I’m not gonna let go of your hand” This time it seemed to be working, she could feel the baby being born the more Emily spoke “and I’ll take you to the French Riveria, and we can lounge and sunbathe and drink all the red wine in France and eat all the cheese from the markets” Emily was running out of imagery, but it became unimportant as the doctor cheered.

“There are his shoulders! Alison, you’re doing brilliantly keep it coming”

Breathe

“Brilliant! You’re so close, Alison , I know you can do this” All she focused on was the feel of Emily’s skin against her, so warm and so familiar.

Breathe.

“Now we have 10 little fingers” she told them, her clasp on Emily’s hand tightening one last time as she pushed with everything she had.

“And, here we go” And it was everything as the sound of their sons cry entered the world for the very first time. After 9 months and 14 hours, Finn Dilaurentis-Fields was here. His cries filled the room and suddenly it became the only thing she cared about and would care about for a very long time. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone as they went to wrap him. It felt like a lifetime before she held him her arms, Emily weeping next to her as she bent down to kiss them both. His hazelnut eyes found her blue ones and she couldn’t hold back the tears as she looked at him for the first time. His arms waved around in the air and he wailed. It took all the effort she could muster to take her eyes off of him and meet Emily’s.

“You’re incredible” Emily muttered, kissing Alison on the lips, uncaring of the sweat the coated her face because this woman, her girlfriend, had just performed a miracle. A beautiful miracle. “I love you” she said again, tears not stopping.

“I love you too” Ali replied, her voice trembling. She knew in a moment the doctors would have to take him to have him measured but, for now, she just embraced the feeling of family. Of love and of pure joy.

“He’s beautiful” they heard someone say, but neither paid any attention because all they could do was engrain this moment in their memories forever; the first moment of his life, of untainted purity and innocence.

“May I?” Emily said sheepishly, holding her arms out to have her own hug. Without hesitation, Ali handed him over. Extortionately careful, Emily cradled him in her chest. It was a little awkward at first; he didn’t quite fit. She couldn’t get over the responsibility that she now had, nor the overwhelming love suddenly pulsing through her. “He’s perfect” she said as Ali looked up at them both, still questioning what she had ever done to deserve something so beautiful.

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Veronica starts removing her coat as soon as she enters the much loved diner. When she reaches the usual booth, Betty and Jughead were already seated. Placing her coat to the side, she slides into the seat opposite the pair.

“Is (Y/N) not here yet?” she questions, letting her eyes wander around the near empty diner.

Jughead shakes his head as he grasps a handful of chips. “She’s not coming.”

“She rang earlier,” Betty elaborates after seeing the look on the dark haired girls face, “she’s staying in tonight.”

“Oh.”

It wasn’t a secret the newest girl in town had grown close to (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it was very clear to everyone just how close they had become over the past few weeks. Veronica and (Y/N)’s friends were just surprised at how long it was taking for one of them to make the first move. 

After a while Betty notices Veronica isn’t fully there with her and Jughead, her mind was clearly wandering. “What’s wrong?” the blonde asks.

Veronica sighs, “(Y/N) didn’t tell me she wasn’t going to make it. We spoke earlier in class and she never mentioned anything.”

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Separation Anxiety

I tried to do the formatting  @mustardyellowsunshine recommended. Here is my response for prompt 2. These prompts evoke me to keep the storyline set in canon for whatever reason.  I also embrace the fact that Inuyasha is descended from a dog youkai, especially with the line “Did you seriously just______?“

 Thanks for reading.

Summary: Kagome’s got some studying to do, of course. But, Inuyasha makes it difficult for her, but what are his motivations, really? 



“I have a lot of studying to do. So just go back to the Feudal era and wait for me.”


“Why do I gotta go back?”

“Inuyasha, school is my top priority!”

“I know that! You’ve only told me a million times.”

“So, why do I have to keep telling you!”

“You don’t! You’ve been spending more time with school–”

“You’ll just keep distracting me.”

Inuyasha sighed, defeated. His ears and shoulders drooped. He looked crestfallen for only a second as these thoughts raced through his head. His temper bubbled up. He was scowling and opened his mouth with a smack so he could angrily spat: “Fine! You better be ready in the three days you say! I’m not gonna be sittin’ around waitin’!” In a flash he was out the window.

     On the other side of the well, he sulked and huffed back to the village. His hands were fisted at his side and he practically stomped back. Hadn’t she said she wanted to stay by his side? Sure she had exams coming up, but what else was new, why was she sending him away?

“Inuyasha, I thought you were staying with Kagome?” Sango asked, surprised to see him.

“She made you come back, didn’t she?” Shippo teased.

“Shut up!” He shouted with a growl as he pushed past Sango, Kirara and Shippo.

“Wait, Inuyasha!” The young woman called. “What?!” He whipped around and snapped. “Since you’re back, could we train?

“Where’s Miroku?” His golden eyes darted around searching. “He went off with Hachi.”

“Keh! Let’s do this then.”

    Combatting with Sango helped pass the time, plus he actually enjoyed it. But, after getting knocked on his ass a few times, he and the demon slayer were getting fed up. “Get your head in the game!” She scolded. “I haven’t even used Hiraikotsu and I want to face Tetsusaiga.” “Good to know you got a strategy.” He grunted as he pushed himself up.
    He leapt at her, unleashing Tetsusaiga. She blocked his strike, the hidden blade at her wrist ripping out. He knew she had another in her other wrist and she’d try to kick him, so he jumped back. She grabbed Hiraikotsu, just a roll away from her. She swung the heavy weapon and let it fly, climbing onto Kirara to catch it after Inuyasha ducked to avoid it. “You’re predictable!” He criticized. “So are you! You’re thinking to use the Wind Scar now!” She shot back.

“Dammit!” Inuyasha’s voice echoed. As soon as Miroku got back, he went to go mope alone up in a tree.

     The next two days were spent hunting, cooking, sleeping, training, and talking with his friends. He even spent some time by Kaede as she worked in her herb garden.

Finally, it was time to get Kagome.


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“Aren’t you ready to go yet?”

“Hear me out,” Kagome began as soon as Inuyasha entered her room. “I have an important assignment due tomorrow, which is Friday.”

“Aw c’mon!” As if the day of the week meant anything to him.

“Now, wait. You can stay here with me while I work.” She offered with a smile. He crossed his arms.

“But, if it’s not this assignment, it’s the next one, Kagome.”

“I just have to get this one done and turn it in.” She said, waving the paper in front of her. “I don’t know why this is bothering you so much!” She gestured wildly, arms out at her sides and the paper flapping with the movement.

“Because it just does, okay? You’re always doing something: training with Kaede, archery practice, school stuff, family and friends here, and hunting down Naraku with us.”

“All of that is important to me!”

“I know, dammit!”

“I manage to do all of it, don’t I?” The wind blew in from the window, causing the paper in her hand to flutter in her hands. Inuyasha had had enough and leapt forward, chomping down on the corner of the paper, tearing off the corner.

“Did you seriously just eat my homework?!” Kagome exclaimed with wide eyes.

Inuyasha sat indignantly with his head turned to the side, nose stuck up in the air, scowl marring his features. He sat in a squat with his arms between his legs, fingers curled mimicking paws.

    She started laughing. The musical sound filling his ears and softening his heart. She figured he had no idea about the cliche excuse of ‘my dog ate my homework.’ And didn’t want to make him feel worse, so she just laughed. He’d said in the past not to treat him like a dog, but when he acted like one it was hard not to.

    She finally composed herself and walked over to him. He didn’t move away, only flinched when she put a hand on his head and knelt down beside him. She stroked one of his ears. She was a little surprised he let her. “Inuyasha, how can I make it up to you?”

That got his attention and he turned to look the woman he promised to protect in the face. “You said you wanted to stay by my side. Just do that.” He answered, his eyes shifting to look at the floor, a blush crossing his cheek.

“Is that was this was about the whole time?” She asked, realization dawning on her. “If you wanted to spend time with me, why didn’t you just say so?” “Feh! As if I could!”

Kagome sat down beside him on the floor and leaned on his shoulder, “I’m sorry. My attention has been focused elsewhere lately.” She cuddled in closer to him, her side conforming to his. After a minute, he rested his cheek on top of her head.

We got interrupted last time, he thought, taking her hand in his. She looked up at him as he was leaning in.

    Their lips finally met. She kissed him back gingerly. His lips glided over hers. His head moved to the side to gain better access. She was too shy to move with him.

    His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, dipping her backward a bit as one hand wound in her hair. His tongue disappeared as quickly as he’d slipped it out, still shy himself, but her taste was also overwhelming his senses. She was letting him touch her, he didn’t want to scare her off.

    He broke the kiss and peered into her glistening eyes, planting a brief yet moist peck on her pouty lips. “You better get to work,” he suggested. Her eyes widened and she frowned: speechless.

    “I’m not going anywhere.”  He assured as he sat back. She smiled and looked down, cheeks visibly blushing. “Well, I have to rewrite this page even if you hadn’t bitten it,” she waved it side to side beside him. The paper was wrinkled, she’d crumpled it during the kiss. “I’ll just get my book and come back next to you to do my work.”

     He sat quietly watching her. Her cheeks flushing now and then cuz he was staring at her. They bickered about that, but he’d told her if she focused on her task then she wouldn’t notice. She’d handed him some photo albums for him to look through to keep him occupied.

       She got her assignment done, but not much other studying. She could hardly concentrate with him breathing down her neck, literally. She decided to take a break, leaning back against him. He nuzzled her neck with his nose.

     “Your nose is damp!” She giggled. “Keh!” He turned away, embarrassed. She grabbed him by the forelocks gently to pull him back down to her, rising to her knees to rub her nose on his. She ran her fingers through his hair as she did so. “Let’s go to bed.” She murmured.  “Wh-what, Kagome?”

     Kagome flicked off the light, the moonlight illuminating her room. She took him by the hand. “Just lay with me and hold me.” She whispered. He sat beside her on the bed. “Are you sure?” He asked, turning to look at her. “I said I’d make it up to you. Besides, I have to get up early for school, then we can get back to the others and continue our quest.”  “Yeah.” He nodded in agreement.  

     He stayed awake, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and content in his arms. That’s how he wanted her to always be.

    And later, after they were separated for three years and she’d returned; all that time apart and unsure if she’d ever return. He’d played over and over in his head a thousand times what he would do when she got back.

    But, then everyone excited she was back. He couldn’t hardly get alone time with her, but he couldn’t even be mad.

     Once they were alone, they’d picked up right where they’d left off. He didn’t want to spend another moment apart from her. Ever. That’s how they’d ended up married.

    She lay in his arms every night. Even when he and Miroku had to go away from a village, they’d make up for the time they were apart.

     Then, when they had kids and he had to compete for her attention, she’d always make it up to him. It taught him patience, sorta.

     Looking at his sleeping family now, even having to leave their side for a few days to go make a living to make sure they were taken care of, yeah, it was all worth it.  

-0-0-0-0-The End-0-0-0- @hireikotsu and I had a fun conversation fangirling over Inuyasha’s wet nose. I had to include that detail here. Lol

The Nerdy Roommate - Choi Minho (M)

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word count:  1.1k words
Author’s note: Here’s another drabble for the Unrequited universe! Key’s eyepatch made a comeback so I wanted to use it, ehehehe. This is rated M even if there’s no smut (sorry!), but there’s usage of alcohol, explicit language, and sexually suggestive content. Basically don’t read this or the rest of my fanfics that are related to this (which I highly recommend that you read before this one: Unrequited, Unforgettable, Bread, The Bra Thing) if you’re not of age. I know you’re probably thinking that if I could write drabbles I could surely write part 3 but I’m planning to make part 3 long and hot with an unexpected plot twist (spoiler alert). Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think - I appreciate it a lot! :) ♡


“Kim Kibum, that eyepatch looks stupid.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm crying right now. I desperately need to focus on my two papers due tomorrow. I can't for the life of me. I'm on medications for my ADHD but I'm so overwhelmed that I'm frozen. Do you have any suggestions? It's my last semester of college and I'm starting to lose it.

Okay, deep breath.

First, assess: which paper is due earliest in the day, and which paper is worth more? This will help you decide which to complete first.

Now, if you’ve done your research, you can just start writing; if you still need to research, get thee to the library.

Whichever paper you are working on second, e-mail your prof and ask for a 24-hour extension. You may have to take a hit in the grades department, but in my experience professors appreciate it when students are up-front about struggling.

This post has a breakdown of how to approach actually writing the papers.

-J

5 years takes time - parenting evak drabble

halla!! its 2.57 am and i just finished writing up this special drabble for @betchnaesheim :’) i hope she likes it and i hope u all do, too <3


When Isak and Even had first decided to adopt, they didn’t read through the ‘fine print’ of what taking care of a child may hold. The first five years for them were the hardest - but considering they adopted a girl, they thought they had a clear mind set of what they were up against. But, boy, were they wrong, because over the course of the first five years of taking care of their daughter would really open their eyes to many things.

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The first year;

Isak had just gotten Sol to sleep in her crib after having fed her a bottle of warm milk. It was a working cycle over the past few weeks since they had adopted her, but tonight Isak felt relieved since Even was home a bit earlier from his shift. He collapses onto their bed, Even chuckling as he heaves out a sigh, brushing some hair out of his eyes.

“I finally got her to sleep. Took some effort, but I did it,” Isak grumbles, crawling up closer to Even who smiles at him, instantly wrapping his husband in his arms.

“You did good,” Even tells him, placing a kiss on top of his head.

“You’ve told me that for the past five weeks since we got her,” Isak huffs, burying his face into the crook of Even’s neck.

“I’m not wrong,” Even laughs. “It’ll get easier.”

“I just need a full night of sleep for once,” Isak says as he pushes himself under the duvet, his eyes drooping closed and he can feel Even’s fingers run through his hair. Isak allows his breathing to slow, his muscles relax as he tries to fall asleep but he moans as he can hear the loud crying coming from Sol’s room. He moves to get up but he feels Even stop him and he looks up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Just go back to sleep, I can handle it. Good night, Isak,” Even says, placing a quick kiss on Isak’s forehead before getting up from their bed and heading out of the room and into Sol’s nursery and as soon as Isak closes his eyes again, he’s fast asleep knowing Sol is being taken care of.

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glowingpotatoes  asked:

Hey Emma. I'm been really down lately and I decided some good ol fan fiction is in order. I was wondering if you could do a Anti x Reader where Anti is comforting the reader after she got done stressing and crying about work. Sorry if this is bad. Lots of Love~

// sorry this took so incredibly long!! I know i messaged you about being on vacation, but this took longer than expected and i so dearly apologize!!

Also, im so sorry you’ve been feeling down lately. Hopefully you feel a bit more like your (as it seems to me) upbeat and excitable self. I hope this lil piece of crappy fanfiction helps!! Remember that my messages/ask box/everything is always open and i’m always here to talk if you need it!!//

Warnings: Fist banging, a mean boss, stress, anxiety, crying, high tension, overworking, use of the word ‘douchewad,’ very mild cursing, light injury mention

(also, please note that this is based off how i react during a stressful time, and may not be accurate to your own feelings!!! im sorry, lovely!!!)

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You banged your fist angrily of the hard wood of the desk for sixth time in the last hour you’ve been here, at your office job, working overtime.

It all stems from the fact that your boss is, in both your and Anti’s personal opinions, the biggest douchewad to have existed in the past millennium. When you missed three days due to dealing with personal mental problems and lack of will to even get out of bed, he denied you an extension for a project due tomorrow. This resulted in the days worth of work piling up, and you knew that completing all of it by tomorrow would be utter hell.

You had started a bit of your project before you hit your slump and took your leave, but not nearly enough to be able to finish it by the beginning of tomorrow. That is, unless you stayed overtime, and even then, you had to hurriedly fill out papers and type with shaking hands in order to finish your work, pulling at your own hair in frustration. So, feeling as if you had no choice but to spend tonight in the dark, empty space of the office, you stayed.

Technically, you were supposed to get off work at 5 o’clock, yet it was approaching 10 o’clock by the time Anti, your blessed saving grace, finally arrived. He showed up because you hadn’t come home that night, and stopped answering your texts and calls, due to you putting your phone on the opposite side of the room in hopes of getting yourself more “in the zone” and trying to finish your work as quickly as possible.

You were slumped over your computer, knuckles lightly bruised from your desk-banging, and eyes red and swollen from crying when Anti walked in to your office. He stood leaned against the doorway for several moments in silence, waiting for you to look up at him. When you did, he sighed at the sight of your reddened eyes.

“Grab your things,” He said as soon as he noticed your exhausted muscles causing your hand to only sluggish flutter over your keyboard as opposed to actual typing, “We’re leaving.”

Immediately, you straightened up, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at the piles of work you still had left to complete. You rubbed at your knuckles, tears slipping out of your eyes as every horrible thing came crashing down at once.

You were still in your slump, you knew, but couldn’t afford to acknowledge it and take any more days off work. The piles of unfinished work were just snowballing and it was suffocating you, pushing you under the surface of sanity. Your mind was shot, as was your body, and you couldn’t help yourself as you let out a sob.

“Y/N,” Anti said gently, walking forward, taking your cold, trembling hands in his warm ones, “Let’s go.”

“I can’t,” You protested weakly, attempting to push down the exhausted emotions threatening to overwhelm you, “I still have so much left.”

Anti sighed, pulling you in for a tight hug, letting you sob into his shoulder, tearings falling onto his shirt. He rubbed your back gently, swaying you both slightly as he comforted you.

“There’s still tomorrow, Y/N. You can get it done tomorrow, it’s okay,” Anti said, voice soft and reassuring. The negativity in your mind didn’t allow for his comfort, and you pushed it him away slightly.

“N-no, it’s due tomorrow, Anti,” You said shakily, sitting back down in your office chair, “I won’t have time to do it before I turn it in.” You rubbed your hands over your face, trying to clean yourself up a bit before you settled back in for many more hours of work.

“I can talk to your boss, he’ll listen to me,” Anti said assuredly, before his eyes took on a subtle malicious glint, a small, wicked grin growing on his face, “He’ll have to.”

You chuckled slightly at Anti’s willingness to protect you, before you turned back to gaze at your paperwork. Thinking logically, if Anti could convince your boss to let you have just one more day, you could complete the project by the end of tomorrow’s work day, and turn it in the day after. Granted, the rushed nature of it probably would get you called into his office for a rant on the “lack of quality,” but at least it would be done.

You mulled it over in your head, looking between the papers sprawled out in front of you, and the soft, pleading expression on Anti’s face. Sighing, you gave in, gathering your papers and sliding your laptop into it’s case, before standing again, and walking towards Anti.

He pulled you in for another hug, holding you to him tightly. His heart was slow and steady, and it calmed your own racing one, allowing your exhaustion to finally kick in. You limply put your forehead on his shoulder, leaning on him.

“Just relax, Y/N,” He began, voice smooth and slow, as it he were speaking through a jar of honey, “Everything will be okay. You’ll get out of this slump, you’re complete your work, and you’ll do a great job at all of it,” He said this confidently, and you smiled softly, “I’m so proud of you.” He stroked your back again, and you soaked it in, letting the warmth of his hands warm your cold body, frozen from many dark, cold hours in the office.

He pulled away slightly keeping you an arm’s length away, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. He looked you directly in your eyes, and you could see the genuinity shining behind his own.

“Everything will work out. You’ll be okay, I promise.”