everyone in the library hates me

Prime Suspect

So I’m running a murder mystery in Pathfinder right now, and one of my players wanted to examine the body of the murdered inn keeper to determine the cause of death. He rolled a nat 1.

Me (GM): Right. Wow. Okay. So you, Zev, approach the body. Lily is still kneeling beside it and weeping, and all of your companions are watching you. The five other guests at the inn are also watching you. You reach out to try and determine how Monty died, and you just… you just cup this dead man’s groin.

-Cue raucous laughter from all my players-

Zev OOC: Oh god! Oh no! Okay, I back up really quickly and I leave the library to go to my room at the end of the hall - but I leave the door open a bit so they can see I’m not trying to run away or be suspicious.

-Cue more laughter, including myself-

Me: Okay, wow, okay. So after cupping Monty for a few seconds, Zev - without saying a word - leaves the library and goes into his bedroom, leaving the door ajar. Not only does everyone now think you’re the prime suspect, they also think you just engaged in a little public necrophilia, and have gone to sort yourself out. You’re doing a great job at solving this murder so far.

Family

Draco x slytherin weasley!reader

Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn’t mind?! Id love if you did!

note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol

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Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn’t deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family.
He’d watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.

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Kings and Queens {Chapter 1}

Summary: Six students, from six different cliques, are trapped in the same room  for Saturday detention. They cannot stand one another, but find that they are not all that different. Inspired by The Breakfast Club (1985), characters from Sarah J Maas’ Throne of Glass series.

Author’s Note: I’m so excited about this story, and I cannot wait to see what you guys think! Enjoy. Without further adieu, I present Kings and Queens.

You can find previous chapters here.


Dorian.

7:45 a.m.

“I’m so ashamed of you, Dorian.”

“I know, dad. You’ve mentioned multiple times this morning.”

It was the first thing he said to me after I woke up, showered, pulled on my pale red sweater and khaki pants, and made my way, begrudgingly, into the den.

My son has to go to Saturday detention, he had said. What a fucking joke. We thought you were smart, now you’re nothing more than a screw up.

He didn’t let up as I sat at the breakfast nook and ate a bowl of cheerios, as I got in the car and tried my best to tune him out.

It was the first snowfall of the year, though, forcing us to drive slower than usual. I found myself wondering what I had done to deserve such punishment. I kept glancing over at my father, who was hunched over the wheel, his knuckles white from his furious grip on the leather.

“Did you bring your calculus homework?” he asked, the first thing he’d said that wasn’t meant to scold me.

“Yes,” I replied, curtly.

“You have an English paper due on Monday.”

“I know, dad.”

Deep breaths, I reminded myself. It won’t do you any good to lash out on him, Dorian. Just take it. He cannot break you.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. When we pulled into the parking lot, I was not surprised to find that I was the first to arrive.

Well, me and Headmistress Maeve.

Dad stopped the car just outside the gym’s main entrance, and I hesitated, which was apparently a mistake.

“You’re not getting out?” he spat. “If you’re going to do stupid stuff, Dorian, you have to deal with the consequences. Let this be a lesson. Be better. Do better. Make good choices.”

He said my name as if it were a curse.

Without another word, I climbed out of the ancient Toyota and closed the door behind me, softly, when all I wanted to do was slam it in his face.

I didn’t have the guts.

He drove away before I was inside.

The school was empty, practically a ghost town. I took my time walking to the library, which was typically my favorite place to be. If I was being honest, I would have rather spent my day in detention in the solitude of the library than be home, listening to my dad bitch at me for no reason.

Perhaps it was his own downfalls that made him resent me so much. Or, maybe I was a poor excuse for a son. Maybe he wanted a jock, a son who could throw a football and win trophies for the mantle.

More often than not, I figured it was the latter.

Headmistress Maeve was nowhere to be found, which was something I was grateful for. She liked me okay, but overall, she was a mess of a woman. She hated her job, and everyone could tell. She hated the students, the faculty, and most of all, she hated overlooking detention.

She hated the screw-ups. Which I had never been until that bleak, snowy morning at the end of November.

I had never been in detention before, had never even received a warning. I was walking into a new, dangerous territory as I entered the deserted library.

The room stood two stories high, with shelves of books lining every wall from the floor to the ceiling. A tall statue of the first King and Queen of Adarlan, Gavin and Elena Havilliard, whom our school was named after, stood in the middle of the room in pure, gleaming gold.

That’s the kind of greatness my father was hoping I would achieve. Pure royalty. Bravery. World-changing and life-altering greatness.

No wonder he was so disappointed.

I unpacked my backpack at one of the long, wooden tables that sat in front of the statue: my calculus book, my laptop, and a brown paper sack that held the lunch mom had packed me. All the while, the tick-tock­ of the clock clicked loudly from behind me.

Five minutes until eight, and I was still the only one there. With shaky fingers fiddling my pencil, I constantly checked the door. Surely, I was not the only one sentenced to detention. I guess I should have expected as much, as most of these people did not end up in detention for being grade-A students. What was lateness when you were shoving kids in lockers and telling your teachers to fuck off?

Just as I finished the thought, the door to the library creaked open, and my breath caught in my throat.

Aelin Galathynius, self-proclaimed princess of Havilliard High. My gut twisted as she gave me a quick once-over before being seated at the table in front of mine. Her jeans were tight, practically painted onto her skin, and a low cut, black tank top hung from her shoulders once she removed her coat. I had to remind myself not to stare as she brushed her fingers through her long, golden hair.

I opened my mouth to say hello, but nothing came out. It was probably better that way. I needn’t embarrass myself so early in the day.

Less than a minute later, the door opened once more. A tall boy, who looked far more like a man than I did, wearing a heavy, gray hoodie walked in. His hood was up, but I knew who he was immediately by his stature, by his black, leather boots.

Rowan Whitethorn.

Rowan had a reputation at Havilliard, one that no one dared to test. Some said he was simply a bully, while others said he was a criminal and made bets at what age he would be arrested and imprisoned. I, personally, had never had a conversation with him. Although, I didn’t think that most people had. Most of us were too afraid to come within spitting distance of the guy.

Before the door could shut, a hand reached in and pulled it open. Great, I sighed, internally, at the next attendee. Aedion Ashryver, quarterback, beloved my females and hated by my group of friends….only because we often got shoved into the lockers by him or one of his teammates, or mocked in the locker room for not being as….blessed…..as them.

Aedion sat next to Aelin, his cousin, shrugged off his letterman jacket, and nudged her in the ribs as Rowan sat at the table next to mine, refusing to acknowledge our existences.

And, just as the clock struck eight, a girl whose name I couldn’t remember slipped through the door, as if she were nothing more than a shadow. She wore a long, black, baggy dress and had her brown hair hanging loosely, as if she wanted to hide her face with the strands. She sat alone at the table in front of Rowan, and laid her head gently down on its surface.

“If Maeve doesn’t show up in two minutes, I’m leaving,” Aedion declared, making Aelin chuckle. “Although, I can’t imagine she has anything better to do on a Saturday.”

“Neither do you,” Aelin joked, giving him a wink.

“That is not true,” Aedion protested. “There’s a party tonight that I’m helping prepare for, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Do you enjoy hearing yourself talk?”

It took me a second to realize the last comment had come from none other than Rowan. His words were slightly accented, something I had never known. Was he not from Adarlan?

“Yes,” Aedion replied, an arrogant smile plastered on his lips. “Most people do.”

The girl with no name looked up then, and shot Aedion a glare that made me cower.

Rowan laughed – a short, bitter, mocking sound. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Ashryver.”

Aedion’s smile faltered, and pure rage consumed his features. But, before he could reply, the door swung open and we all fell silent at her presence.

Headmistress Maeve.

“Welcome to Saturday detention,” she said, stopping in front of our tables. “You may all rest easy knowing you are the worst this school has to offer. Congratulations.”

None of us made a comment, which she enjoyed judging by the look on her face. Maeve was not unattractive, and I hated myself for acknowledging the fact. Her long, brown hair was in a tight bun on the top of her head. She wore a tight, black pencil skirt and a button-down blouse that had one button too many undone.

“Here are the rules,” she sighed, taking each of us in. “No talking. You will stay in this room until four this afternoon. You may not leave this room for any reason. I will be expecting an essay of what you all learned while being in detention. If it is not written and finished by four, you will be staying here until it is. Is that understood?”

When we all remained silent, she took that as acceptance and continued, “Lastly, you are not to bother me for any reason. I have important matters to tend to, is that clear?”

Silence.

“Is that clear?” She raised her voice, forcing us all to respond with, “Yes, Headmistress.”

“Very good,” she purred before turning on her heels and exiting, shutting the door behind her with a bang. We heard her key enter the socket, and the lock slide in before her footsteps trailed down the hallway.

“Great,” Aelin muttered. “We’re prisoners.”

“What if I have to pee?” Aedion asked, throwing his hands in the air.

“Oh, there are bathrooms in the back of the library,” I answered. My first words.

They all looked at me.

Aedion blinked, then asked, “Dylan, isn’t it?”

“I – um, Dorian, actually. But, that’s okay.”

Rowan scoffed from where he was sitting. “Look at you, trying to earn his affection. Pathetic.”

“I – I wasn’t…” I began shaking my head, but fear struck me at his hard gaze. “I was just letting him know where the restrooms-“

“You’re scaring the kid,” Aedion shot Rowan a glare of his own. “Back off, Whitethorn.”

We’re the same age, I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut.

“This is going to be an interesting day,” Aelin muttered.

For the first time, me and the princess of Havilliard High agreed on something.

Conversations I had with my friend last night watching DEH
  • Before
  • Me: this is my FAVORITE musical but it makes me cry A LOT
  • Friend: you cry all the time!! I definitely won't
  • Act 1
  • Friend:
  • •that's why I never go to school libraries
  • •wait WHY DOES BROADWAY KILL ALL THE CUTE ONES
  • •WHO DOES LARRY THINK HE IS
  • •Jared is such a lovely meme I also love to hate him yah know?
  • •LOOK AT EVAN BEING A BABY BEAN
  • •BEN PLATT JUST AHHH
  • •(during Sincerely Me) this is a spiritual experience
  • •THIS IS SO GOOD
  • •little Benny you can get through that speech
  • •oh no!!! Someone give him his cards!!
  • Act 2
  • Friend:
  • •is everyone gonna hate him
  • •BE NICE TO EVAN
  • •EVERYONE NEEDS RO STOP YELLING AT EVAN IM HURTING
  • •YAY MORE CONNOR
  • •wait wait WAit waIT HE LET GO
  • •I AM BEING EMOTIONALLY STABBED
  • •OH SHIT HE TO THEM
  • •oh no buddy it's oh no he is crying so much!
  • •AHHH HE IS SINGING WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW BUT SAD CRY REMIX
  • •AW YES EV GO HUG YO MAMA
  • •LOOK AT THE GLOW UP
  • •AH THAT MONOLOGUE
  • After
  • Me: how did you like it?! Did you cry?!
  • Friend: *looks over at me with tears down her face
  • I feel like I have just been through Broadway emotional hell and it was so worth it
Kevin Khatchadourian x Reader

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT.. ND NAME CALLING & SOME BLOOD PLAY (ONLY AT THE END FOR LIKE 0.2 SECONDS) … ND SEXY TIMES IN A LIBRARY WITH A VERY VERY VERY GOOD LOOKING KILLER. YOURE WELCOME.  


Kevin Khatchadourian was… something else. 

Maybe it was the way he looked at you messed with your mind. His dark brown eyes would always find yours; every time, causing a shiver down your spine. He would smirk and continue looking at you until you were forced to look away. The way he looked at you made you both uncomfortable and slightly aroused. He made you feel like prey; something be hunted. A prize. 

At school, he kept to himself. No friends; from what you could tell, no one wanted to be his friend. He was weird. A freak. But to you, he was mysterious and attractive, and maybe borderline sexy. You could tell he loved science; primarily pushing his focus onto human anatomy and blood, which was both terrifying and interesting to say the least. 

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A quickie in the library

Originally posted by alexhoghsource


Pairing: modern!IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3693
Warning: Smut, cursing
Tagging : @whenimaunicorn

Notes: It’s finally here! My dirty thoughts that kept flashing on my mind as I was trying to study are finally written. I hope it’s not too disappointing, I had a hard time to set the background story and the smut was more difficult than the others, I don’t know why. But anyway it’s here and I like it! I hope you will too. Enjoy! (I had to pick that gif, I can’t take my eyes off it.)


“Come on Y/N, it will be fun!” Ivar has been trying to convince you to go out with him and some of his friends for 30 minutes.

Sitting on your bed in your little student apartment, only wearing a long black tee shirt, which belonged to Ivar, you did your best to stay focus on your book. You wanted nothing more than to go clubbing and dancing until your feet can’t bear it anymore. But you had your exams, and you had to succeed, it was primordial. You sighed and gathered your hair in a messy bun before looking at him.

“You know I can’t fail this, I need to study. After, we can do everything you want, I promise. But right now it’s not possible.” You said in a soft voice, trying to appease the anger you saw growing in his eyes.

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James x Reader / Little bird...

James get’s jealous and you get irritable, love prevails! *queue fireworks and celebratory flock of bald eagles*


“Oi, Padfoot, quit chatting up my bird! You’ve ‘ad enough time with her, lemme at my girl, why don’t you?” Sirius sighs pointedly at James and sidles in front of you protectively, “Shove off, horn-head. She’s still mad at you.”

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I Don't Entirely Loathe You (Damian Wayne x Reader)

“It’s strange to be loved by someone who hates everyone”


Relationship: Damian x Reader


Warnings: Fluffy Fluff fluff


A/N: My first Damian imagine! Let me know if you want more. Also, send in some requests so I can make y’all happy and hopefully get out one imagine every day! (I also changed the prompt just a tiny bit)
P.S if y'all just need to talk to someone go ahead and talk to me! I’d love to be friends with you guys!


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Damian Wayne was one of the kids at school who you’d think would be friends with everyone. Sure he had the looks, he was a Wayne, but no one could actually become friends with the boy. Everyone just wanted to get in good with one of the richest kids in Gotham, they wanted to use him. You on the other hand, just stayed away.


The first time you and Gotham’s Prince talked, you were in the library. It was lunchtime and usually that meant you were alone cozied up in the corner, your nose was in a book, and your lunch was untouched next to you when Damian Wayne strode in looking for a place to get away from the crowds trying to use him for money.


Reluctantly you helped and soon after that you became best friends. Now, you were sitting in one of the many guest bedrooms of Wayne manor. You and Damian had adapted this particular room as your “Friend Cave”. Anything the two of you did, whether it was playing video games or just watching a movie you did it in this room.


“What about Ellie?” You suggested. “She seems nice.”


“The girl is only ‘nice’ because she wants money.” Damian scowled.


“Damian! You don’t know that.” You laugh putting a piece of popcorn in your mouth.


“Yes I do!” He laughs back. “I heard her talking to her friends about it in the hallways.”


“Okay, I guess I was wrong.” You shrug eating more popcorn. “That still doesn’t change the fact that you need a homecoming date.”


“I have someone in mind.” He assures you.


“Yeah who?” You ask throwing a piece of popcorn at him earning a glare.


“Someone I don’t loathe.” He says simply.


The next day at school the two of you are walking to the library for lunch when you noticed something sitting on the beanbags the two of you sat on during this time of day.


It was a bag of popcorn with a note attached to it. ‘I don’t entirely loathe you, homecoming?’ You looked at Damian with a grin on your face.


“Nice to know I’m liked by someone who hates virtually everyone.” You say hugging him tightly.
He tenses at the movement but still hugs you nonetheless.


“So you’ll go to Homecoming with me?”


“Of course Dami.”

Some Thoughts on Nesta’s and Feyre’s Relationship

I hate Nesta in ACOTAR and ACOMAF. After reading ACOWAR, I was still on a fence about her. In fact, I felt kinda uneasy when someone expresses his/her love towards her, cause I still couldn’t forgive Nesta for how she treated Feyre (she has layers, sure, but I still couldn’t not dislike her).

BUT, i’ve thought about her a lot these days and found that she really grew on me and I felt like I was wrong for refusing to see other parts of her. In this post, I am going to compile all the moments that changed my opinion on Nesta and her relationship with Feyre for the better.

Nesta is very proud, that much is clear. She also has the tendency to turn a blind eye towards something she didn’t like or she’s not affected by personally (more about this later on). I think, when it comes to Feyre, Nesta just wanted to reach out to her but doesn’t know how. Nesta also showed a great deal of respect towards her sister, and, sometimes, be inspired by her. Don’t you ever tell me that Nesta doesn’t love and care about Feyre as much as she does Elain. She just have a different dynamic with Feyre.

ACOTAR

1. When Feyre asked her to cut some woods or sth, Nesta refused. But, the next morning, Feyre found out that Nesta has cut some woods, anyway. This, to me, is the first inkling on Nesta’s internal conflict between her pride and vulnerability. 

2. Nesta made a hurtful remark about Feyre’s “masterpieces”. I hated Nesta for using sth that meant a lot to her sister to, tho not deliberately, hurt her. However, let’s not forget that, the first time Feyre went back from the Spring Court, Nesta asked Feyre to TEACH her how to paint. This is important. I don’t think that Nesta had a particular interest in painting. I think that she was aware of the hurtful comment she directed at Feyre and wanted to let Feyre know that she didn’t mean it, that she didn’t actually belittle her skill. She wanted to let Feyre know that, in fact, she thought Feyre is good enough that she wanted to be taught by her.

3. Nesta went to the wall to look for Feyre. This is already a strong proof of Nesta’s quiet love for Feyre. However, this passage further confirmed it :

What happened to Tomas Mandray?” I asked, the words strangled.

“I realized he wouldn’t have gone with me to save you from Prythian.”

Nesta never loved Tomas, I know, but at the beginning, she was very adamant about marrying him, even after Feyre told her over and over again to not marry him. Idk why, maybe because she wanted to spite her father even more? Anyway, one would think that her breaking up with Tomas isn’t about Feyre at all, that she was only doing it because she was worried that, comes a time when Elain needs help, Tomas wouldn’t help her. But, if that were the case, Nesta would not have broken up with Tomas right then and there. She would have just went back, and broke up with Tomas only when he wouldn’t help Elain. However, what actually happened next showed that Feyre meant as much to her as Elain.

4. Nesta talked to Feyre about her complete disappointment towards their father, she said,

“He let her die. You would have gone to the ends of the earth to save your High Lord.”

I always have a feeling that Nesta understood Feyre more than she let on ; this quote is one of the inklings that I got. 

5. “What do you think you can even do to help? He’s a High Lord—you’re just a human.” That wasn’t an insult, either. A question from a coolly calculating mind.

This is how Nesta showed her concern. She did the same thing in ACOWAR.

6. “But Nesta held my gaze. Unflinching.”

“Prythian!” my father and Elain blurted. But Nesta held up a hand to silence them.


My sister helped me, then opened the wardrobe to pull out a heavy tunic and pants and boots. I slipped into them and was braiding back my hair when she said, “We don’t need you here, Feyre. Do not look back.”

What this whole scene showed me is that Nesta respected Feyre and has always been aware of her strength. Instead of holding Feyre back, she let her do what she wanted. The same thing happened in ACOWAR, when Feyre went to find the Suriel and Nesta didn’t tell anyone about it. She respected Feyre’s need to go unnoticed and she believe that Feyre really could do what she wanted to do.

This scene also showed that Nesta truly wanted to be there for her sister in her own way.

8. “Try to send word once it’s safe. And if it ever is … Father and Elain can have this place. I think I’d like to see what else is out there, what a woman might do with a fortune and a good name.”

Don’t ever tell me that Nesta didn’t care about Feyre. She was worried about Feyre, but she didn’t want to prevent Feyre from experiencing more than what their little village could offer.

9. Another detail i’d like to point out is that Nesta hired a mercenary to take her to the wall “With the money from [Feyre’s] pelt.” Before this, I thought that she just spent all the money Feyre gave her, but she actually saved them and used them to get to Feyre.

10. This one we all already know, but I’ll include it anyway.

“…If he would actually go out and fight for us. I couldn’t take care of us, not the way you did. I hated you for that. But I hated him more.”

ACOMAF

There wasn’t a lot of details about them in this book. However, I found one it the short story from the Target Edition.

“How is my sister?”


“Busy”

“So busy she cannot deign to visit, it seems”

This was the first thing she asks Cassian. Again, don’t you tell me Nesta didn’t care about Feyre or that she wanted nothing to do with her.

ACOWAR

1. Remember in ACOMAF when Feyre didn’t look comfortable with eating human food and Nesta made a curt comment about it? In Acowar, during dinner, Nesta said to Feyre that she know understood what she meant by food tasting differently. I see it as Nesta’s way of apologizing.

2. Of course, the scene in the library where Feyre asked Nesta why she pushed everyone away except Elain. Then Nesta closed her eyes and took a deep breath before starting to answer Feyre (THEN OF COURSE IT GOT INTERRUPTED). Nesta closing her eyes and breathing deeply before answering means sth to me. it tells me that she also hates how badly she has been treating Feyre. I NEED TO KNOW WHY. NOW.

Also, Nesta told Feyre how she didn’t know that Feyre really couldn’t read, “I thought you could read as well as we do”. She neglected Feyre during her hunting years, now she found out that she had no idea Feyre couldn’t read. I saw this as Nesta being upset for failing her sister again.

3. Before Feyre and the rest of the Night Court when to the Summer Court to fight with them, Nesta asked, “What do you know of battle?“.

4. That time when Nesta said to Feyre, “You look beautiful” before they went to the meeting with the High Lords. I love her ease in the way she conveyed it. Slowly, guys. She’s reaching out.

5.

Nesta was so riled up when Feyre asked her to talk to the HIgh Lords about what happened to her. However, in the end, she decided to brace herself and talk about her story because she didn’t wanna be remembered as a coward.


Nesta said : “It was some distant thing, war. Battle. It…it’s not anymore. i will help…if I can”

Then she also said : “You went off to battle for a court you barely know-who barely see you as friends…And when I asked you why…you said because it was the right thing”

Earlier, when I said Nesta has the tendency to turn a blind eye towards something she didn’t like or she’s not affected by personally, this is what I mean (Also, tho I can’t find the passage in the book, I swear Nesta said sth along the lines of “Isn’t there someone who could do it for me?”. I forgot what the conversation was about tho. You can even blame this side of her for neglecting Feyre all these years). Now that she’s in the midst of war, she decided to be involved and Feyre is the one that inspired her greatly to finally open up herself and be braver.

6. At the meeting with the High Lords.

“To be close to the Walls-and human lands”

At this, Nesta and I exchanged looks

Idk what else to say about this. it was just a nice moment worth mentioning.

7. “But beneath the wall, I witnessed children-entire families-starve to death”

She jerked her chin at me. “Were it not for my sister… I would be among them”

This is soooooo important. Nesta didn’t sweep Feyre’s sacrifices under the rug, okay? Again, she just didn’t know to to show Feyre how grateful she was.

8. Nesta told Feyre about her “cost” of being a fae : seeinng Elain suffered while she went unscathed. Also, she told Feyre she couldn’t get into bathtubs anymore because it triggered her memory. This was after Feyre to her about her fear of close spaces. Feyre has become someone Nesta could really confide in and I love that.

9. The night Elain got kidnapped. Feyre rushed out of the tent to look for Nesta.

“…she was already there, hurrying for me..”

It was Feyre she ran to first when she sensed that sth is wrong.

10. When Az, Feyre, Elain, and Briar arrived safely at the camp, Nesta SPRINTED towards Feyre FIRST, hugged her, and said “Thank you”.

11. DON’T FORGET THE ARCHERON SISTERS CUDDLE.

SO, GUYS. I do believe that Nesta loves, cares, respects Feyre and she has been trying to reach out to her and be there for her in her own way. This is really an interesting dynamic and I’m excited for what’s in store for them in the next book. 

I would like to reiterate that I hate the spiteful side of Nesta. When her father lost his fortune and couldn’t (or wouldn’t) take care of them, and after she and Elain was turned into Faes. I get that, especially the whole fae thing, it was a freaking difficult thing to deal with, but she was still awful to everyone. So, I am very aware of the terrible things she’s said and done. I don;t think she’s a saint or anything, but I want to see her redeem herself. I don’t even expect her to literally apologize to Feyre (that would be such a DRASTIC change), but I am hoping for more moments like these.

On a side note, I think Nesta’s dynamic with Elain has its flaws as well. I’m still not sure about this, and some of you might disagree. I feel like Nesta sees Elain as some fragile little flower. Her protectiveness towards Elain feels a bit much to me. She didn’t include Elain in the matter about Prythian in ACOMAF (In the short story with Cassian, we know that Nesta doesn’t want Elain to be involved). There are other details as well but I can’t remember now. Anyway, again, we’ll see what happens in the next book.

Overall, I can see how their relationship is taking shape now. I expect Nesta to continue to be very doting, gentle, and protective towards Elain. However, I think Feyre is gonna be the one that she confides it the most, that understands her better, that inspired her the most.

Tell me what you think. I would love to talk more about their relationship.

I’m Never Going to Leave You - Part 2

Greetings everyone!  I’ve just spent 48 hours awake due to a bus ride across half the country and I’m writing in my hotel room in DC because I’m so punchy I can’t crash just yet.  I hope you enjoy this second chapter!

Part 1 can be found here.


CHAPTER 2

Not ungently, Nesta lifted her head away from Cassian’s touch and took a step back.  His smile never left his face while he lowered his hand back to his side.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

Scowling, Cassian admonished, “You need to eat, Nesta.”  He knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say.  Her eyes flashed with indignation and she crossed her arms, squaring her shoulders and spreading her legs apart slightly.  He almost grinned at the fighter’s stance she’d subconsciously taken.  

“Don’t tell me what to do.  I’m not one of your soldiers under your command.”  

He raised both hands in a surrender action, only slightly mocking.  “I’m sorry.  You’re right, I should have worded that better.  You came out here because you were hungry.  Are you sure there isn’t something else I can make for you?”

Looking down at the floor, Nesta realized the mess she had made with her plate of food.  Cassian was already reaching for a broom and dustpan and began sweeping it up, dumping it in the garbage.  Nesta put her half empty plate in the sink and started back to the hallway leading to her room.

“Not going to bother answering me?”  He had a slightly cocky swagger to his voice, as if he was baiting her to snap back at him.  Pausing to look at him cooly, she stated, “I already told you I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, no food.”  He finished cleaning up the mess and started tidying up the kitchen counter.

Nesta was at a loss.  She didn’t want to go back to her room and deal with the dark emotions that were sure to come back the moment she was alone again.  She hated admitting needing any help, though.  Her pride was all she had left to cling to.  She was almost to the doorway again when Cassian asked her, “Will you at least spend some time with me while everyone else is gone?  It gets pretty boring here without someone else to talk to.”

Feeling relieved but refusing to give him the satisfaction of showing it, she stopped and turned to him.  “I need another book to read.  You can accompany me to the library while I pick one out.”

Rolling his eyes, Cassian crossed his arms.  “Books are almost as boring as being alone.”

“Then be alone.”  And with those three words, Nesta walked out of the kitchen and towards the library.  She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she heard Cassian catching up to her a moment later and it exploded out of her in a silent sigh of relief.

When they reached the library Cassian threw himself on one of the couches, casually lounging while he watched Nesta peruse the hundreds of volumes of books.  He kept quiet, watching her pull down a book, thumb through it and silently read selections out of it, then place it back on the shelf and pull another one down.  He didn’t fidget, he just calmly watched her while she walked back and forth in front of the volumes.  A while later they both turned towards the entry when they heard voices in the main room.  Obviously, others in the house were starting to arrive back home after their night out.  Nesta was scanning another book when she heard Mor call out, “Cassian, are you home?”

Before he could answer Mor appeared in the doorway to the library and paused, startled.  “Well, I never would have thought to look for you in here!”  Glancing sideways at Nesta, Mor directed her questions to Cassian, “Why didn’t you join us for dinner?  We waited for you over an hour and drank all the wine instead of eating, but now we’re going to Rita’s so I came back to get you.”

Smiling at her, Cassian waved a hand casually and said, “I wasn’t that hungry, and I don’t feel like going to Rita’s tonight.  I promised Nesta I would hang out with her for a while.”

Nesta turned sightly to look at Cassian, barely managing to contain her startlement at hearing his words.  She had never heard him turn down Mor for a night out on the town.  In fact, it was Cassian always choosing to spend his time with Mor that created much of her anxiety about his declarations of feelings towards her.  Nesta wouldn’t call it jealousy; she had too much pride for that, but her feelings of rejection by Cassian right after they arrived home from the war still stung too deeply to forget them this soon.

Mor turned a hard gaze on Nesta but quickly smiled when she saw Nesta was looking her way.  “Well, then why don’t I join the both of you?  We can fix something to eat and all ‘hang out’ together.”

Nesta gritted her teeth at the sly sting in Mor’s words.  Did Cassian catch those undercurrents of malice towards her from his long-time friend?  Looking at his face she couldn’t tell if he noticed it or not, but he did notice Nesta’s impending anger and shifted as if to intervene before Nesta blew up at Mor.  And she was ready to lash out at Mor, but then remembered the leftover food Cassian and she had made earlier. Hiding her grin but still with a wicked gleam in her eye, Nesta turned to Mor and in a sweet voice said, “That sounds lovely.  Cassian and I made some stir fry earlier and there’s a lot left over on the stove.  Why don’t you heat yourself up a dish and join us?”

Nesta glanced at Cassian and saw his jaw almost hit the floor and then with a snap he closed it and looked at Nesta.  His eyes were as big and round as she had ever seen them, and he had a slight grin on his face that he quickly hid, trying to compose his features.  Mor was also at a loss, clearly having anticipated an angry Nesta and not knowing how to react to an accommodating one.  With a shrug, Mor walked out of the library and headed towards the kitchen where Cassian and Nesta could hear her dishing herself up a bowl of stir fry.

“Nesta, what are you up to?” Cassian fiercely whispered at her, still fighting a grin.  Nesta shushed him with a finger to her lips and then pointed to her ears, indicating Mor might be able to hear them talking.  Chuckling, Cassian leaned back and looked at Nesta with admiration shining in his eyes and a grin no longer hidden on his lips.  Nesta felt a thrill of excitement shiver down her spine at his look.  Never before had a male looked at her with that touch of pride she saw in Cassian’s eyes at this moment.  It was a new experience for her and she was almost overwhelmed with how much she enjoyed the feeling.

Mor swept back into the library with her bowl of food and plopped down on the couch right next to Cassian, close enough that her thigh and arm were wedged up against his body.  Cassian slung his arm across the back of the couch, a pose Nesta had seen him take hundreds of times around Mor, but this time he kept his grin on Nesta.  Mor glanced at her, too, as if making sure Nesta had seen how close she was sitting to Cassian.  She settled herself in the couch a bit more, scooting closer to Cassian in the process, and dug into her stir fry.

Pretending to look through a book, Nesta waited.  Mor was obviously hungry because she shoveled in three bites in succession before chewing and swallowing.  The fourth bite was in her mouth and a fifth on the way when Mor paused with the fork halfway in the air.   A sudden cough sent some of the food flying from her mouth and her face turned bright red.  Another cough had Mor spitting the food out of her mouth and back into the bowl, and then a fit of coughing had her doubled over on the couch.  Suddenly, with tears streaming down a face brighter than a tomato, Mor jumped up from the couch and ran down the hall towards her room, where Nesta and Cassian could faintly hear running water and giant slurping noises in between coughs and deep breaths.  Then a door slammed and they could hear nothing more.

Nesta let out a giggle and glanced at Cassian, who was watching her.  He started to laugh.  

“What a wicked, wicked streak you have, Nesta.”  He was still laughing and looking at her as he stood up from the couch and walked over to stand in front of her.

Grinning broadly, Nesta looked up at his shining eyes and asked, “You knew about the stir fry?”

Snorting, he crossed his arms and said, “Of course.  You can’t include the seeds from the hot peppers, those contain the most heat.  They make any dish almost inedible to most people if you include them.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything before throwing them into the stir fry?”

With a wicked smile and winking at her, he leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Because I like hot stuff on my tongue.”

Rolling her eyes, Nesta cocked her head to look up at him and asked, “So if you knew, why didn’t you tell Mor?”

Shrugging, Cassian said in a low voice, “Because she wasn’t being very nice to you, and she’s been behaving like that for too long.  It’s time she started learning that our dynamics are changing and I’m not going to let her stop those changes any longer.  And I enjoyed watching you defend yourself.  You’re a strong female, Nesta, far stronger than most I have ever met, and I know letting you handle such nonsense like that from Mor would be a far greater lesson learned for Mor than any intervention I could have provided.”  Looking into Nesta’s eyes, he gave her a warm smile.  “And besides, if it lets me hear your giggle and see you grin, I’ll let you hot pepper every dish I make for the next hundred years!”

Here’s the book meme thingy I was tagged in by the exquisite @batmanisagatewaydrug.

1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest? I’ve owned my copy of The Eyes of the Dragon since I was in second grade, and it’s not going anywhere any time soon. I’ve also owned my Harry Potter books for fuck-all ever, to the point where they’re literally falling apart. Like, to the point where Chamber of Secrets has been held together by packing tape since like, middle school.

2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next? I’m bouncing between The Graveyard Book, The Wizard and the Glass, and The Collected Short Stories of H.G. Wells. I just finished Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs and reread Coraline. Next is… oh gods, I have so much sitting in my Audible library. On the physical book front, it’ll be Wolves of the Calla, since I want to finish The Dark Tower before the movie comes out. On the listening front… probably between Wuthering Heights and Four Past Midnight. But that could easily change on a whim.

3. Which book does everyone like and you hated? I have never and will never understand The Hunger Games hype. They basically put me off YA for like four years. Also, I know this isn’t exactly novel (HAH), but FUCK Ernest Hemmingway. Fuck your old man and his shitty boat and his shitty fish. I love To Kill a Mockingbird, but absolutely detest the way it’s taught in schools. As a social commentary, it’s worthless. As a coming-of-age novel, it’s practically perfect.

4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t? So many. Soooo many. Anything by Isaac Asimov, a whole lot of Dickens (I really like Dickens, but that “paid by the word” thing did the man no favors), uuuuuum. I keep telling myself I’m going to return to Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye, which I started and never finished and SWEAR I’M GOING TO GO BACK TO SOMEDAY BUT OH GOD IT’S BEEN FIVE YEARS I’MMMMMM SOOOOOORRY TONI. A whole lot of poetry (here’s looking at you, Dickinson). A bunch I’m forgetting. Oh, and The Vampire Chronicles. Still, now that I’m working overnights and can listen to audiobooks eight hours per night, my rate of reading has practically quadrupled and there’s a good chance that I’ll use that as an excuse to finally get around to all of these.

5. Which book are you saving for “retirement?” I’m dying by twenty-six, so I gotta shove all those words in now.

6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end? 

Not since I was a little kid reading Goosebumps and had to know what bullshit twist R.L. Stine’s ghostwriter of the week would come up with this time.

7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside? It’s a popular misconception that writing a book is a solo endeavor, and it’s self-indulgent bullshit. No book is an island, and the people that surround it deserve credit.

8. Which book character would you switch places with? Oh frick. Maybe not switching place with a specific character, but I want to be friends with the Hempstocks from The Ocean at the End of the Lane.  

9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)? Matilda reminds me of when I was a little kid and books were the most magical thing in the world. Like, they still are, but there’s something about it that just recalls the innocence with which I could view literature as a kid. Hard same for A Series of Unfortunate Events. Jurassic Park was the first “adult” novel I ever read, and introduced me to a whole new idea of what books could be. IT reminds me of middle school summertime, devouring books on the beach while I wiggled my toes in the sand. The Eyes of the Dragon made me love fairytales, and years later Stardust reminded me why I love them.

10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way. Um… I have a bunch of classics (Lord of the Flies, Brave New World, 1984, a few others) that I nicked from a storage room in my high school of books that used to be part of the literary curriculum but hadn’t been touched in about twelve years.

11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person? I gave a really nice gold-leaf fancy-pantsy edition of Huck Finn I got from my Nana and Papa to one of my old friends because I forgot to buy him a birthday present. I also stole like, a dozen Discworld books from him, so it more than evens out.

12. Which book has been with you to the most places? The Eyes of the Dragon has been with me on at least five or six trips as a kid (I used to travel a lot with my dad for business), and has been with me everywhere I’ve lived.

13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later? The opposite, actually. I read Gatsby for the first time on my own, absolutely loathed it, reread it my Senior year for AP Lit and loved it.

14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book? I found an old bus ticket from the early Nineties in my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces

15. Used or brand new? Both. Books. Just… books. Both have their own unique smell and feel that I love for different reasons.

16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses? Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that he’s my book dad and always will be. He was the writer that made me believe that I could actually be a writer through On Writing. The Eyes of the Dragon is my favorite book and the one that’s influenced me more than any other. A lot of his books kind of blow, but when you’ve put out the sheer amount of words that he has, you’re bound to have a few stinkers. When the man hits the vein of a story, he hits it hard. I can’t imagine my middle school years without The Talisman or Firestarter or my high school years without Misery or IT. Speaking of, I’ve been waiting for the new IT movie since it was stuck in development hell however many years ago, and I’m absolutely going to cry in the theatre if it sucks. I don’t even need it to be good, I just need the relationships between the kids to be done well. They’re my children, dammit, and I love them so much.

17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book? American Psycho is unequivocally better than the book and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Ditto for Fight Club. I don’t know if I’d say that Stand by Me is technically better than the book, but it’s also tied for my favorite movie of all time. A Clockwork Orange is in a similar boat. And Holes. OH. I can’t believe I almost forgot The Silence of the Lambs. I adore the movie, but the book runs almost entirely on the “male author wants to fuck his lady protagonist” trope, and eeeeeeew.

18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid? Um… now seems like as good of a time to shit on the majority of Stephen King adaptations as ever. Like, I get that this is by no means a new observation, but fuck. Speaking of, I am so confused by the “dOnT rEmAkE iT tHe OrIgInAl WaS a CLASSIC” crowd. The miniseries is ass and the only redeeming factor is Tim Curry because, well… Tim Curry.

19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question? See my previous comment about wanting to be friends with the Hempstocks. I want that blackberry jam, dammit.  

20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take? Um, I’ll basically read anything that @batmanisagatewaydrug throws my way. She’s like my only book friend (and my best friend) so I sort of figure out what I want to read on my own. Oh, I have been working on some of Neil’s recommendations from The View from the Cheap Seats, which has been rewarding so far (@Diana Wynn Jones, where were you all my life?).

I tag no one because I don’t have book friends (ahem ahem, HINT HINT IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE THIS AND LOVE BOOKS FOR THE LOVE OF GODS HIT ME UP), but I will tag back @batmanisagatewaydrug just to prove I actually did it.

[ bookshelf ]

pairing; seventeen wonwoo x reader

genre; fluff, reader wonwoo

synopsis; standing at a not-so-tall height, it was never easy for you to reach the books on the the highest shelf. unlike what happens in most dramas and fantasies, you didn’t receive help from any charming, cute guy — you nearly killed one instead. with a falling book.

word count; 939 words


I clutched my books close to my chest, as if they were invaluable diamonds that one would try to snatch away from me. I briskly made my way to the campus library, dropping off the three books I had borrowed a few weeks back. Pushing the glass door to the library open, I stepped in, immediately feeling warmed by the heaters placed by the walls of the library.

I glanced around, briefly scanning the area. I was glad it wasn’t overly crowded today. The library was rarely crowded, actually. Not many people appreciate books as much as I actually do. Everyone somehow stereotypes the fact that people who read a lot are nerds. 

That’s not true in any way. I loved reading, but hated studying. 

I walked over to my usual shelf which was labelled ‘Fantasy and Romance’. My favourite genres. The writers who write on this genre are always so descriptive in their writing, it makes me get so lost in the book, I actually experience its series of events with my five senses. 

That makes me beyond happy and relaxed because it’s like living in a dream. I mean, what’s the possibility of one being able to live in a far away mansion, with the love of her life being a perfect man who loves her unconditionally? What’s the possibility of one being able to live with super powers like telekinesis? Zero. At least for me.

I brushed my fingers through the books on the middle shelf, my eyes briefly reading the titles of the books on their sides. None captured my attention, so I looked up at the shelf above that. Nothing too.

My eyes flew across the titles of the books on the uppermost shelf, and the one named ‘Heavenly Fire’ caught my eyes. It was a fairly thick book, one of the books from the Mortal Instruments series. I’d finished the first few books of the series, but never got to the end of the series.

I extended my hand, and my fingers barely brushed past the bottom tip of the book. I rolled my eyes. Not again. 

I went on my highest tiptoe, and felt the balls of my feet hurt. I attempted to grab at least the corner of the book to pull it out, but the other books right by its side prevented me from getting a good grip.

I sighed, sneakily looking around, then resorted to jumping. I really wanted to get that book down.

I jumped once, and my hand slipped from the corners. I jumped again, and the book still didn’t budge although I was sure I had tugged it a little.

The third time I jumped, I somehow accidentally pushed the book further into the shelf. It wasn’t just further in. It pushed the other book on the other side of the shelf, and I heard tumbling and a “Woah, woah!”

I widened my eyes, cursing my clumsiness under my breath and I quickly ran out from behind the shelf, going to the other side where a couple of books had fallen, along with the one pushed. 

A boy was right in front of the shelf, exactly symmetrical to the previous position I was at. He was holding a book in one hand, and rubbing his head with another, distancing himself from the shelf.

I gasped, hesitantly walking over to him. He was still looking down, so he hadn’t seen me yet.

“I-I’m so sorry,” I said, my hands placed awkwardly together in front of my mouth. He looked up at me then, and I recognised him. I didn’t know him personally, but I saw him often around the library. We never talked. We were as good as strangers.

“The book on the other side fell— I mean, I was trying to get a book from up there on the other side and I hit it and it just, kaboom—” I blurted, not knowing what to do. “I’m so sorry.”

He smiled a little, chuckling so quietly I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t see his shoulders lift a little. “It’s alright.”

He bent down, picking the fallen books up. I bent down too, quickly collecting the books and piling them in my hands. There were a total of four of them, and he had five in his hands. He put the books back onto the upper shelf, and I tried. But once again, my shortness wouldn’t let me.

He chuckled again, much louder and audible this time, before taking the books from my hands and putting them up with ease. My height was just a bit over his shoulder, so he was definitely much taller than me.

He held onto the book ‘Heavenly Fire’, somehow knowing that that was the book I was trying to get. He passed it to me, and I took it gratefully.

“Thank you so much, um…” I paused, frowning. I didn’t know his name.

“Wonwoo,” he told me, the soft, subtle smile lingering on his lips. “Jeon Wonwoo.” He stuck out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Wonwoo,” I said, shaking his hand. “I’m Y/N. Sorry we had to meet this way…”

He shook his head. “It’s alright. Makes everything more fun, doesn’t it?”

I smiled at his optimism and friendliness. “I guess. I nearly killed you, though.”

He laughed. “I can’t be killed by books.”

“Right.” I nodded, laughing.

He checked his watch, and bit his lips. “I’m gonna be late for class. Whoops.”

“Oh, right. Go ahead,” I said, moving aside to allow him to leave. 

“I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he said, giving me a casual wink before jogging out of the library. 

I squealed as quietly as I could. Wonwoo was so horribly cute and kind — just like fantasies in books. Except this time, it was real.


✧ a/n:

progressing on seventeen scenarios to fill up their masterlist !! :) also, i still have unanswered asks in my inbox, i’m so sorry for the long wait! :( i’ll get to them real soon, hopefully by this weekend! && happy birthday to mingyu 💗 i wrote a dedi to him on my ig already soo :-) i have two tests tomorrow and i ditched revision for this HAHA i’m going to do midnight studying now. have a good night / day everyone! xx

My review of BatB (2017): part two

WARNING! Spoilers ahead!


Here are a few other changes I didn’t like:


1. The prologue was a complete MESS. How could they screw this up?? The animated film did it perfectly, so why not keep that the same? You don’t appreciate the beginning - the “once upon a time” bits - because there’s just too much going on.


2. The film is too fast paced. The story doesn’t move naturally like the animated version did. Everything here happens so fast … and before you know it something else is happening on screen that I almost forget what happened in the previous scene. It’s like they wanted to jam as much as possible into this “remake”. I felt very overwhelmed tbh.


3. I’ve already talked about how underwhelming Belle’s costumes are here (all thanks to Emma Watson), but I honestly wasn’t a big fan of most of the other costumes either. Nothing really stood out enough for me to remember later on. Same with most of the set designs. I think it’s because I don’t like the color palette of the film. Everything was either really bland and boring or it was just too over the top and tacky (too much gold/beige) for my liking. Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette did a great job in the costumes and set designs department. I would have wanted to see BatB do the Rococo era that way instead. With more pastels and bright colors. There are some exceptions though - I liked Gaston’s clothes, the prince’s/beast’s formal wardrobe were great. Audra and Gugu had very nice costumes too, but we don’t see enough of them to enjoy the glamour. Some parts of the castle were beautiful, but I also think I’ve seen better (example: La Belle et La Bete).


4. The CGI is a kinda … too much. It’s not very pleasant to look and there’s A LOT OF IT. The character designs for everyone under the spell are bad imo. The castle staff didn’t translate well from animation to live-action. And I don’t like the Beast’s design either … he looks too human-like to me. He needed to be more scary looking, more intimidating.


5. Was it really necessary to make the story about Belle’s mother so tragic? I mean, REALLY?? Also, I felt very little warmth between Belle and her father. I didn’t feel like there was a genuine bond between them.


6. I know this is gonna sound mean, but I liked the Beast more when he was illiterate. In this version he comes across somewhat pretentious to me. I didn’t like how judgmental he became when Belle told him her favorite book was Romeo & Juliet. I hated the way they handled the library scene here. It wasn’t nearly as cute or sweet as the animated film did it.


I’ve already talked about Emma’s singing (and how unimpressive it is), but I have to admit everyone else sang well enough. Audra is fabulous, of course. Both Luke Evans and Dan Stevens did a good job with their songs (especially Luke). I still prefer Angela Lansbury over Emma Thompson, though. I still think they should have cast proper singers in all the roles.


Other people have complained this movie isn’t a remake, but is actually more of a reenactment. And I agree. Cinderella (2015) did stay true to the 1950 animated film - it had the same charm and essence of the original - but it also expanded on the story/characters and made a few changes that refreshed it for audiences. The BatB is almost a shot-by-shot kind of remake … which seemed like a missed opportunity imo. I understand that they probably felt pressure to stay faithful to the animated classic, but this went too far. Where the 1991 BatB was romantic, exciting and entertaining, this new version just falls flat by comparison.

Elephant’s Memory

Written by: spencerreidsmiles

This was a request by @gnarlytricksbro! This reid x reader fic is an alternate version of the Criminal Minds episode “Elephant’s Memory” where the reader comes in and saves the day for Spencer.

Trigger Warnings: Bullying

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Jon

   With a deep sigh he slicks back an unruly strand of hair, trying to ensure he looks as close to perfect as possible. That’s the least she deserves, her shining knight, he thinks, frowning as he looks at himself in the mirror and worries over his appearance yet again. Not her brothers scruffy friend, hair almost as long as hers, with the beginnings of a beard starting to show. Gods, I should have shaved, I should have at least cut my hair. He begins to pace in the small bathroom that he and Robb used to share, back when he lived with the Starks. He’d been home for weeks now, ever since the accident, having decided to take a semester off in order to help Robb and the others while Mrs. Stark stayed with her husband at the hospital between surgeries. Horrible as everything was, the time off couldn’t have come at a better time, what with the his recent troubles off at school and his breakup with Ygritte.

   Enough moping, tonight isn’t about you, it’s about Sansa!

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Am I Really That Comfortable?

Prompt: @midnigtartist‘s Jamilton piece that can be found here.

Tagging: @fetacheeseandsoup - Love you, Gail. Thank you <3

Ship: Jamilton (OTP: Roast Me, Daddy)

Word Count: 1910

Summary: Alexander Hamilton was asleep on Thomas Jefferson’s shoulder.

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post anything! I’ve got so many unfinished fics and I’ve been working on them all. I apologise for any spelling mistakes! Feel free to correct me.


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sixxthekid  asked:

Ok so I read this a really long time ago and don't even know where to start in the list to look for it. Some basic things I remember, Dan and phil are enemys. They get in trouble and have detention, its like cleaning a library or something, the teacher leaves every so often and during one of these times I think phil gets kinky with dan. They still seem to hate each other but end up having hot hate sex in the library. Can you help me find it? I need this in my life again. Please and thank you!

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Different (Bad Boy Jungkook Au): Part 3

AN: I made this super crazy omg! but I hope this is good! It’s kind of just a part to fill you in on what Jungkooks life is like but I hope you enjoy it anyways. The next chapter will have more interactions between the main character and jungkook, I promise!

Warning: There is a bit of abuse but not too much.

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Closing the front door behind him, Jungkook let reality set in. He was in trouble. He couldn’t let his family know he was still out and getting into fights, even though this time, it wasn’t his fault.

“Jungkook?” his father’s voice called from nearby. Ready to make a run for it, he was stopped when he was spotted. He came from the living room, into the front and scowled at him. “What have you done this time? You look despicable,” he spat.

“Yeah, I’m ok… Just in case you were wondering,” Jungkook replied sarcastically with a weak smile.

With that answer, he wasn’t surprised by the hard slap he earned. Disrespect was not something that was tolerated in his house. Letting out a loud grunt in pain, his already present wounds made everything hurt more. Breathing hard, Jungkook refused to let his watering eyes slip out a tear.

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