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I was thinking about how sea salt that you boil in to crystals yourself is so much more potent….and I was writing about maple wine, so it all got me thinking about maple syrup/maple sugar. In some ways, maple sugar and sea salt are perfect opposites – what appears to be clear, pure water, boiled unrecognizable, emerging crystalline, the only difference salty or sweet. And making maple syrup/sugar is a PROCESS: gathering buckets of sap from around the woods, stumbling over snow banks and bushes to bring it to the sugar shack, boiling the sap and constantly feeding the fire for hours and days, going through more wood than you could imagine and watching a gradient of amber spread through the pans, darkening in to rich sweet syrup. If you want to make sugar, you take it boil it even more, evaporating the last of the water in it, the last memory of how it used to flow in a forests’ veins. It takes some 40-80 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup, more to make sugar. And making syrup with someone gets real…for a time, you’re popping in and out to go collect the rest of the buckets, but after a while it’s just you and them in a small, maple steam filled shed, usually drinking something homemade and of questionable alcohol content, talking through the day and the night. Or by yourself, with your thoughts and your wishes and your ghosts, though I’ve never done this for long, just fractions of an hour, unlike friends who have spent days there boiling away heart break or trying to get their head and pans level. 

If you need something strong to protect you, you can’t do much better than homemade sea salt. But if you need to barter something, to trade for something big and important and true, I wonder if a homemade maple sugar candy might get you what you’re looking for. 

I imagine you bring it to the edge of the forest. Or more likely, that corner of the dining hall where no matter what hour of the day someone is drinking coffee and almost done a paper they never seem to finish. All the right words… “if it would please you,” what you seek, and their reply, “and in exchange?” So you make your offer: the blood of a forest’s platoon impervious to their wounds, a fire tended, a confession you would never have made otherwise, a week of your life. They are delighted, to get so much for what now seems like so little, and greedily they reach towards you, ready to take what you have promised, and before their hands, or not exactly hands anymore, can find you – you place it on the table. A small maple sugar candy. You’ve pressed it in to a maple leaf mold because hell, if you’re gonna do this you may as well do it right. The air freezes for a second, and you feel your blood still as you wonder if you have misjudged…and then you feel it begin to thaw, the sap to run again. It smiles at you. It doesn’t mind clever, and fortunately for you, it’s a fan of sweet.

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AI | Mile High Club

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted so please be gentle! Feel free to give prompts etc through my ask if you want more. Only read if you’re 18+.

Warnings: Smut

You didn’t know why you were so scared so flying. The irrational fear didn’t seem to have an origin as far as you were concerned but butterflies continued to flood your stomach every time you even considered stepping on a plane. Deep down, you knew you were being over dramatic but that didn’t settle the swarm or make the anxiety as less real or present.

As the taxi you’re in pulls up to the airport, you feel your boyfriend, Ashton, give your hand a gentle squeeze. He understands the turmoil attacking you so knows that there isn’t much he can do but be there. Part of him felt guilty for putting you through such a stressful situation but you insisted on attending the award ceremony in L.A. as his date. Your relationship was still very new and this appearance would be your first one as an official couple. This fact filled Ashton with nerves even though he was certain he’d found someone special.

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CHARA: My life is nothing but a series of mistakes, culminating in a deluge of regrets and anxieties.
I am not even fully convinced that I am even real, or just a tool for someone else’s game.
It fills me with constant dread.
Though I am certain you understand this out of body feeling.

                                     YES                                NO

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Ponyboy x Reader

Anonymous asked: “I’m sorry I let you fall for me” Could you do this prompt with ponyboy?

“I’m sorry I let you fall for me.”

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He was staring at you, tortured.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, entangling your fingers with his.

Ponyboy set his teeth on edge, turning away first. “There’s a rumble tonight. I don’t know if you heard.”

His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Distantly, you felt the Greaser tighten his grip on your hand, his thumb running over your skin in a shaky way. He was scared, that was obvious. You were scared. It was so stupid, both of you knew this.

You were a Soc and he was a Greaser. You’d face each other tonight in battle.

Both of you were sworn enemies. Water and oil. Blessings and curses. Deep and shallow-

“I won’t show.” Ponyboy’s suggestion tore you from your thoughts.

“No,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “They’ll find out. We both need to go.” You sighed. “We just have to try not to meet in the fray.”

Ponyboy looked unsure, but managed a smile. It perished before it reached his eyes, though.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You didn’t like that. This was a big deal, sure, but nobody was going to die. What the two of you had wasn’t going to fade. Your divisions weren’t going to take that away from you guys.

“I love you too, Ponyboy,” you murmured.

You lifted his hand up to your face and kissed the top of it, smiling back at him. “This isn’t going to change anything, you hear? We’re still on our date for Thursday,” you chuckled.

It took a few moments, but ultimately the boy joined you in laughter. “Good. I’ve been saving up some cash. You’re in for a treat, Y/N,” he said contently.

The most obvious issue seemed to wear away at that second, and Ponyboy wrapped his other arm around your shoulder. You exhaled softly as he pulled you close against his chest, running his fingers through your hair and humming easily. You felt his heart beat beneath the heel of your hand as his fingers fell away from yours.

It was dusk. Streams of orange bolted across the sky and melted deep into the horizon. Some stars flickered in and out of sight. You liked the way the scenery reflected off of Ponyboy’s eyes.

The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, with your hands snagging in the boy’s shirt and his fingers combing through your hair. It was too late to relent your feelings for Ponyboy, you knew this. You loved him from the bottom of your heart. He felt the same way towards you. That wouldn’t cease. Well, you hoped it wouldn’t. It was truly your worst fear.

“Ponyboy!” a familiar voice echoed over the terrain.

Sodapop.

“Time to come home, bud! Gotta get ready!”

Ponyboy stiffened against you. It was evident that his brother was talking about the upcoming rumble. He pressed his lips to your forehead before gazing down at you.

“I have to go, but, I mean, I’ll see you later,” he stammered.

“Okay. Stay safe.” You kissed his cheek as he stood up. “See you soon.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.”

-

The night was still. There was no wind. No more stars either, too many clouds. And no Greasers. Yet.

You were sitting on top of the hood of your friend’s car. Most of the Socs were wrestling with each other already, but careful enough not to push each other to the ground. Your outfits were clean, something the Greasers never contributed in rumbles. Playful cursing filled the air and twigs snapped beneath people’s feet. Nobody was scared. Nobody allocated your fears.

“They’re here!” someone cried out.

So they were, you thought. Familiar faces came into your line of sight and you hurried to join your rank.

“Time to demolish the town’s inferior kids,” someone beside you growled. You were too busy looking for Ponyboy to pay them any real mind, though.

You still didn’t know all of the Greasers, but you recognized the three Curtis brothers and some more of their friends. Though a handful of them still looked unfamiliar.

Ponyboy took your breath away when you finally spotted him. It seemed you did the same for him when he saw you. The world between you two froze, and it was simply you and Ponyboy. No other labels were needed.

For a fraction of time, you weren’t a Soc and he wasn’t a Greaser. You were equals. You loved each other, and that was enough.

But the truth caught up to you and just like that, your hopes were eradicated. You were back, and Ponyboy dipped his head, averting your gaze. You did the same.

At this point the two groups were in a line, bracing each other for war. People’s teeth bared and hands formed fists. Anticipation was wearing.

“You cannot be your own saviors,” a Greaser taunted suddenly. It was Ponyboy’s eldest brother. He stepped out from his band and glared at the people you had grown up with.

“You cannot protect yourselves from us,” another Greaser jeered.

You knew the second Greaser. You had never talked to him, but you knew of him. Everyone did. It was Dallas Winston. Patches of purple already stained his knuckles. He was hungry for a fight. He was desperate.

“We wouldn’t dream of protecting ourselves against delinquents,” one of your Socs sneered.

Dallas stepped to the side of Ponyboy’s older brother, Darry, and puffed his chest. He was goading the Socs. You could almost see the steam pouring out of his ears.

“You deserve all of the hurt you’re about to get,” he seethed.

Your fellow Soc gritted his teeth. You saw the muscles straining in his neck, how his jaw tightened, how his eyes gleamed dangerously.

“Good thing your parents’ll be able to pay for your hospital bills,” Dallas stated.

The Soc couldn’t take it any longer. He pounced without say, but Dallas was ready.

The rumble was on.

A Greaser took you by surprise, slugging your shoulder and causing your dominant arm to go numb. His gray eyes flickered, and his grin widened. You did your best to protect yourself, jabbing at his stomach and dodging behind him, kicking the back of his knees. He was strong, though, too tall and too stocky for you to stand a real chance. A snicker escaped him as he landed another punch to your jaw, and you realized who this Greaser was.

Ponyboy had told you stories about the guy who could get out of any business with the fuzz. How he was still a junior at eighteen and a half. How he could brighten up anyone’s day with a joke. As he decorated you with dark colors, you wished you had gotten to know that side of him.

“Two-Bit!” you heard someone shriek. “You’re pummeling a body! Take a real challenge over here.”

That was Ponyboy talking, you perceived leisurely. Two-Bit gave you one last shove, and you stumbled to the ground, receding to your knees. But the male was gone when you peered back up.

By now your body was throbbing in multiple places. The side of your head hurt. You saw yourself curl your fingers, but didn’t feel it. There was a burning sensation in your shoulder.

“Y/N,” a hushed voice said.

Ponyboy was suddenly right beside you. You gazed at him and did your best to hide your smile. He didn’t do the same, but instead put his hand behind your head and repositioned you onto your back, grabbing the collar of your shirt to keep you from falling. At this angle, it looked like he was looming over you, spewing threats. But his eyes were soft and his lip was already bleeding.

“Stay low,” he instructed. “I don’t know how long this will last. This has been building up for months. Both sides are fired up,” he admitted.

“It’s alright,” you told him. “I’m fine. You should go, before someone realizes what you’re doing.”

Ponyboy grimaced, but laid your head on the grass gently.

“I’m sorry I let you fall for me,” he whispered.

You weren’t hurt bad, but your mind was slow, and you told him that he hadn’t let you fall. That he set you down gingerly.

Ponyboy frowned and opened his mouth to speak, although another voice rang out. A Greaser compelled him back to the fight, but he kissed the top of your hand as you had done to him only hours before. Then he bolted away.

A REALLY, REALLY LONG LIST OF THINGS I LOVED OR OTHERWISE HAD VERY STRONG EMOTIONS OVER IN SUPERGIRL 221, SCENE BY SCENE BECAUSE THERE WERE TOO MANY TO WRANGLE INTO ANY FORM OF ARTICULATENESS – a list by me

  • THE PREVIOUSLIES
    • remember that time rhea and lena went on a date? good, me too.
    • the previouslies also reminded me that lena was wearing open toed shoes in a laboratory. hmph.
  • THE BEDROOM SCENE THAT RUINED MY MORNING
    • lena, lena’s face, and lena’s dress: all beautiful
      • BUT HOW LONG WAS SHE ASLEEP
      • WHO PUT HER IN THAT BEAUTIFUL DRESS
        • WAS IT QUEEN RHEA HERSELF
        • DID SHE BRUSH LENA’S HAIR TOO
        • DID SHE STROKE IT TENDERLY
        • DID SHE WHISPER, ‘GAY MARRIAGE ISN’T LEGAL ON DAXAM, AND DESPITE BEING A MONARCHY I CANNOT CHANGE THAT. BUT OH, FOR YOU I WISH I COULD. ALAS YOU MUST MARRY MY USELESS SON INSTEAD. BUT PLEASE KNOW I WISH IT WAS I WOULD WAS MARRYING YOU, LENA LUTHOR. I WISH IT WAS I.’
        • i mean. *cough*
        • i’m literally paused at 00:33 right now. this is going to be long.
    • ‘i’ve been taking care of you.’ ‘…but i did it for you, too. i mean what i said on the ground, you are a marvel. and i know that you are meant for bigger things, better things. this is a planet of wasted potential and you represent the best of your race. i’m going to make a society worthy of you.’ ‘you’re where you belong: beside me, presiding over this new world that we will create together.’
      • I’M SORRY I’M STILL CONFUSED ABOUT HOW ANY OF THIS NECESSITATED LENA MARRYING MON-FUCKING-USELESS AND NOT RHEA HERSELF. CAUSE QUEENY CERTAINLY SEEMS DOWN.
    • ‘supergirl tried to stop you. i should have stopped you.’
      • the thing i love about lena luthor is that her default position is the same as winn’s: by being her very best human self, she can be a hero too. 😘
      • ‘you lied to me and used me.’
        • WHEN WILL SOMEONE LOVE THIS GIRL FOR REAL *SMOTHERS LILLIAN WITH A PILLOW*
  • CHAOS ON THE STREETS
    • GIANT RHEA HEAD.
    • photos of maggie with that shotgun have been all over the internet for weeks and yet seeing it on tv WAS STILL VERY EXCELLENT.
    • ‘is maggie safe?’
      • winn my smol son, your love for those girls fills my heart.
    • ALEX NOT LOOKING BEFORE SHE LEAPS. IN FACT THE VERY OPPOSITE OF THAT.
      • i’m so glad they have finally worked out a way to film kara carrying people because that was getting awkward.
      • OH MY GOD THOUGH, ALEXANDRA DANVERS.
    • GIANT RHEA HEAD.
      • it bears repeating.
  • MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
    • ‘what you do need me for?’ asks mon-el.
      • YOU SAID IT BUDDY.
      • ‘and who’s the lucky earthling that won the marry an alien invader sweepstakes?’
        • HIS FACE WAS A FACE THAT SAID ‘OH MY GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO BE SO MAD WHEN SHE FINDS OUT I’M MARRYING HER GIRLFRIEND.’
  • MEANWHILE, IN THE UNNAMED ALIEN BAR THAT ALL OF PLANET EARTH KNOWS ABOUT
    • HUGS FOR JAMES
      • HUGS FROM KARA
      • HUGS FROM ALEX
      • (I BET THERE WAS HUGS FROM WINN)
    • KISSES FOR MAGGIE
      • alex’s ridiculous grabby hands 😍
      • ‘i’m so glad that when things look their worst we both thought to run straight to a bar.’
        • UH?????
    • LILLIAN IS HERE TO BE VERY TALL AND OF SERVICE
      • HOW DID SHE FIND THEM???
      • HOW DID SHE KNOW THEY HAVE LENA???
      • WHERE IS DEAN CAIN???
      • (look. there is some very serious fuckery going on in superhero comics these days. steve rogers is a goddamn nazi. so this whole teaming up with genocidal xenophobes thing is a little uncomfortable. and by a little uncomfortable i mean i really wish they had not done this.)
      • ‘and we can save our loved ones and this city.’ ‘you mean your daughter who you kidnapped and framed?’
        • YOU TELL HER, KARA.
      • ‘the love i feel for my daughter is real.’
        • UH???
        • brenda strong needs to get out of here because for half a second i actually believed lillian AND I DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE LILLIAN.
  • LONG DISTANCE FACETIME
    • (also rhea was referred to as my lord, which was… very 1980s gender politics of them.)
    • EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENTIRE EVERYTHING WAS EVERYTHING AMAZING
    • CAT
    • CAT IS HERE
    • CAT IS HERE AND IS HANGING OUT WITH THE PRESIDENT AND IS HERE TO SPEECHIFY ABOUT HOW AWESOME WOMEN ARE.
    • ‘i’m cat grant, known on earth as queen of all media.’
    • ‘i have brokered peace between kanye and taylor swift.’
    • ‘we’ve all read the t-shirts.’
    • and then cat stepped in it and THEN AIR FORCE ONE FELL OUT OF THE SKY AND CAT FELL OUT OF AIR FORCE ONE AND KARA SAVED CAT FROM FALLING OUT OF THE SKY AND HONESTLY I’M NEVER RECOVERING FROM THAT BEING A THING THAT HAPPENED.
    • DID I MENTION THAT I AM SO, SO GLAD THAT THEY FINALLY WORKED OUT HOW TO FILM KARA CARRYING PEOPLE?
    • BECAUSE I’M PRETTY DAMN GLAD THEY WORKED THAT OUT.
    • ‘well at least tell me you’re still a democrat.’
      • CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.
  • HAIL, HAIL, THE GANG’S ALL HERE
    • WINN HUGGED CAT
    • CAT KIND OF HUGGED HIM BACK
    • ‘it’s very french resistance.’
    • so… the deo. ‘well, you do a bang-up job,’ she says, eyeing the sky full of alien spaceships.
      • CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.
    • ‘i just hitched a ride with olivia… she was my RA at radcliffe, and i’m having this vague memory of walking into the dorm bathroom and seeing ET in a bathrobe and i thought it was the pot brownies but…’ ‘and darling i love you just the way you are, scales and all.’
      • and then madeleine albright called.
      • CAT I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.
      • CAT WENT TO RADCLIFFE.
      • CAT AND THE PRESIDENT DEFINITELY HAD A THING.
      • CAT HAS BEEN BACK FOR ALL OF FIVE MINUTES AND IS APPARENTLY THE GAYEST OF THEM ALL OKAY THANKS BYE.
    • alex is in charge!
      • alas, she is in charge of making terrible choices. sorry, alex.
  • SPACE: THE TASTY FRONTIER
    • ‘the prince and his beautiful, brilliant bride-to-be…’
      • STILL NOT CONVINCED RHEA DOESN’T WANT TO MARRY LENA HERSELF.
    • lena luthor: SO. FUCKING. DONE.
      • i’m really into what rhea did with her makeup though.
      • ‘we are not getting married, and we are *gags* certainly not giving you an heir.’
        • lol.
      • PROCREATION VIA LOCKS OF HAIR.
        • [INSERT FIVE THOUSAND YEARS OF SCREAMING HERE]
        • LENA’S FACE IS SO. SO!!!!!!
        • ‘i hope for the best but prepare for the worst.’
          • WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!?!
        • if they, oh god, if they actually make this child, oh my god, IF NEXT SEASON LENA HAS SOME KIND OF BABY OFFSPRING OUT THERE IN THE UNIVERSE SOMEWHERE. I. OH GOD, I AM FAINT AT THE POSSIBILITY. OH MY GOD, FAM. OH MY GOD.
        • i need to just put this feeling in a box and set the box on fire and bury the ashes in a pit the size of the grand canyon because OH MY GOD.
      • ‘yes, you’ve made your feelings for me abundantly clear, lena’.
        • RHEA IS VERY UPSET THAT LENA DOESN’T WANT TO BE FAMILY WITH HER.
      • THE LUTHOR FAMILY CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL
        • ‘you care about the little people.’
        • IS LENA LUTHOR ACTUALLY THE SWEETEST PERSON ON THE PLANET?
        • (how much fun do you think teri was actually having devouring all that scenery and threatening to murder sick children? on a scale of 1 to 10 i assume it was about a 15.)
  • MANDATORY DANVERS SISTERS SCENE #1
    • ‘mon-el and lena are still up there… imagine if it was maggie.’
      • mhmm.
  • TRASH QUEEN CAT GRANT
    • someone actually thanked kara for saving them.
      • and of course it was cat, because of course it was cat.
    • ‘it’s my boyfriend and my best friend.’ ‘…but all i can think about is the two people i love…’
      • mhmm.
    • cat: it’s human. kara: i’m not human. you know she thought it.
    • HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I MISSED CAT SO DAMN MUCH?
      • even when she’s being a little bit fetishistic about the spiritual enlightenment of ~foreigners~, i guess.
      • but honestly, GO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE, OTHERWISE WTF IS THE POINT OF LIVING? not the worst advice ever.
      • ‘i’ve really missed your advice, ms grant.’ ‘yeah, and i’ve really missed giving it.’
        • SHE’S REALLY MISSED GIVING ADVICE.
          • PLEASE COME BACK.
    • ‘that is still so…’
      • HOT. SHE WAS GOING TO SAY HOT.
  • something something exposition
    • I LOVE YOU MY SMOL SON WINN.
    • sidebar: i can’t believe they just randomly introduced the very real threat of being sent to the phantom zone and there was nothing from kara on that being a thing that she’d probably really like to not have happen.
    • ‘i’m the queen of distraction.’ 😍
      • and also the queen of loving winn, god bless.
    • robohank is an actual asshat, i’m glad they never forget that.
    • WINN AND KARA HAVE ZERO SUBTLETY.
  • MANDATORY DANVERS SISTERS SCENE #2
    • ‘i know you’re fast but just be faster.’
    • 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
  • OMINOUS SCENE OF FORESHADOWING
    • ‘you know my real identity, but you never told lena. why is that?’ ‘eventually she’ll find out on her own. find out you’ve been lying all this time. and when she does she’ll hate you for it.’
    • LENA IS GOING TO FIND OUT.*
    • ALL MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE. ALL MY DREAMS ARE HAPPENING.
    • but lord does lillian not know her daughter, the sweetest person on the whole entire planet apparently, at all.
      • i’ve been team lena needs to find out and be pissed all season but never really thought that was going to happen. then with the doubling down on BFFs 4 EVA that’s been going on the last few weeks i was starting to think there was a chance they would actually go there, but after this?!? hahahahahah, there’s no way. or rather, there is away, and sometimes these writers are total hacks, so there is is definitely a way. but man, there’s no way.
      • (ideally: she’s going to be so hurt, and it’s going to break my heart, but she’ll understand. because that’s my bb space princess. she understands.)*
    • ‘when this is over, we go back to being enemies.’ ‘i look forward to it.’
      • if people ask me why i actually love this show, this moment will be what i show them. i’ve watched it like seven times now and i’m still laughing.
  • SPACE WEDDING
    • THAT DRESS.
      • honestly, it looks like something from project runway’s wearable art week. fabulous.
    • ‘yeah, i’m good.’
      • 😘
    • ngl, i’m sad they didn’t manage to get through the ceremony. not that it means anything, BUT I WANTED THEM TO BE MARRIED.
  • RIP CATCO.
    • two days ago, @poppyssupergirl​ asked what kind of candle cat would have around, and I WAS 100% VINDICATED BY THIS EPISODE.
    • ‘i’m going to have to burn sage for like a century’
      • cat, let me get you the number of a journalist in riverdale who engages in casual occultism.
      • also, how does cat know what a west hollywood gym smells like?
    • ‘where is james olsen? this is the biggest story in the history of the world.’
      • NO ONE CARES ABOUT JOURNALISM ANYMORE, CAT. NO ONE.
    • ‘james is hiding like a coward.’ ‘and kiera? where is she?’ ‘she’s also a coward.’
      • because on no planet anywhere does cat not know, i like to believe that sometimes she just… forgets. that little face at the end is her brain reminding her because, oh yeah, kara is not also a coward. does not compute.
  • ‘i’ve got a very trusted agent on my 6′
    • MAGGIE IS THE VERY TRUSTED AGENT ON ALEX’S 6.
  • SPACE WEDDING INTERRUPTUS
    • (teri hatcher is so fucking pretty holy heck.)
    • acting regent? that’s… different.
    • ngl, i definitely screamed DAMMIT CAT, THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THE KISS. because i enjoy some terrible things.
    • GIANT CAT HEAD.
      • ‘they promise to make our world great again.’
        • lololol.
      • LENA IS INSPIRED BY CAT.
      • ‘not going anywhere.’
        • ARE YOU COMING BACK FOR REAL THOUGH????? DON’T TOY WITH ME, WOMAN.
    • ‘it’s a shame your politics are so intractable. you’re very useful.’ ‘my politics? i thought it was my alien genetics that were the problem.’ ‘just take the compliment.’
      • WHY COULDN’T WE HAVE HAD THIS SHOW ALL SEASON?
    • ‘do your thing R2.’
      • KARA MADE A STAR WARS REFERENCE.
    • ‘that’s my girl.’
      • LEAVE LENA ALONE, YOU MONSTER.
      • SERIOUSLY, WHY DO YOU WANT HER????
    • ‘as your prince, i order you to lay down your weapons and let us go…yeah, i didn’t think that was going to work either.’
      • SO GLAD YOU FINALLY THOUGHT TO TRY SOMETHING, USELESS.
      • i really only mention this bit for the OH SO CASUAL WAY LENA JUST STROLLS BY, TAKES THE GUN, AND THEN SHOOTS THE GUARD NBD, AND IS LIKE FFS LET’S GO.
        • her stompy little wander off 😘
    • ‘break that.’ ‘this?’ [EYE ROLL] ‘yeah.’
      • 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
    • ‘i can see why kara loves you.’ ‘likewise.’
      • *OKAY SO THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO INTERPRET THAT LIKEWISE.
      • 1. ‘i can see why kara loves you also.’ and thus, lena knows mon-el is mike.
      • 2. ‘i can also see why kara loves me.’ and thus, lena doesn’t know mon-el is mike, but she does know that kara loves her.
      • I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE I WANT. 
        • because lena knowing kara loves her? be still my heart.
        • but lena knowing mon-el is mike? means she probably knows kara is supergirl.
          • or she’s a fucking moron, which i wouldn’t put it past this show to try to tell me.
    • ALMOST SPACE PRINCESS IS SO PROUD OF HER MACGYVERING THE THINGO WITH HER SPACE TIARA.
    • ‘HI.’ ‘Hi. UH. KARA DANVERS SENT ME TO GET YOU.’
      • lena: LITERALLY DOESN’T CARE.
        • they’re going to try to tell me she’s a fucking moron. 😒
    • ‘you came?’
      • HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME. SHE’S SO FUCKING STUNNED THAT HER GOD-AWFUL MONSTER OF A MOTHER CAME.
      • ‘humans only, dear.’
        • aaaaand that lasted all of three seconds.
        • lillian, please.
      • ‘i thought you’d finally see my side.’
        • GET OUT OF HERE, BRENDA STRONG.
        • i honestly just… WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!?! stop trying to make your villains three-dimensional, show, you’re not very good at it and it hurts my brain.
    • ‘where’d they go?’ ‘lillian left us to die.’
      • yeesh, that’s a bit stark.
      • winn and kara’s little plan is cute. let’s pretend kara got of the ship and actually cared about herself enough to want to live.
  •  MEANWHILE AT CATCO
    • they made cat run 😂
    • ‘okay well it was nice knowing you.’
      • ‘that’s my idea.’ ‘it’s a good idea.’
      • she really does love winn ❤️
    • ‘thanks, james.’ ‘i’m- guardian.’ ‘oh, honey. i can see your eyes right through the slit.’
      • YOU KNOW WHO ELSE’S EYES YOU CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH HER GLASSES?
      • DO YOU?
      • DO YOU????????
      • (I’VE MISSED CAT SO FUCKING GOD DAMN MUCH.)
  • mon-el appears. lena: WHERE’S SUPERGIRL?
    • HARD SAME, GIRL.
  • AND THEN SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED ALL AT ONCE
    • alex: OH MY GOD, DON’T MAKE ME FIRE THE LAZER.
    • rhea: ‘when my own husband opposed me i killed him. do you really think you can tug at my heartstrings.’
      • DAMN GIRL, THAT’S COLD.
    • the lazer: BLASTED OUT OF THE SKY
    • alex: OH MY GOD I DIDN’T FIRE THE LAZER.
    • superman: IS HERE.
  • THE END.
    • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t do it // Draco x Reader

Words // 1302

Warnings // Spoilers for the seventh book/movie

Summary // Y/N and Draco are together and he has to do a certain thing which might just tear them completely apart.

A/N // I’ve left the end open because I had a few different ideas for the ending which is why I left it open as I couldn’t decide on just one. If you want a part 2 you can request it.

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

“Blaise said you wanted to see me.’’ You said, your boyfriend Draco had been rather absent the whole day and you decided to ask Blaise which was the exact moment when he told you Draco wanted to see you up in the Astronomy tower. You felt like the reason for his absence now wouldn’t be that he just had a cold or didn’t want to bother with his classes, he had been growing rather distant and he, in general, seemed rather down all the time.

“Yes. I.. I don’t know how to say this.’’ You sat down next to him and stared down for a few seconds, it was winter and not necessarily cold but there was a massive layer of snow you could see even being this high. “I’m not breaking up with you if you were worried.’’ You nodded and shuffled closer, he had a small smile on his lips.

“I.. I suppose you know my parents used to be death eaters, still are. And well…’’ He hesitated but did do it, he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, underneath was the dark mark. It was just like a tattoo only everyone knew this was definitely different and definitely had more meaning to it. “I couldn’t refuse and well.. I got a mission. I need to kill Dumbledore.’’ 

There was a tense silence and suddenly you spoke without thinking. “Run away with me.’’ He gave you a puzzled look.

“Don’t do it. At the end of the year you can come home with me. My parents were aurors in the first wizarding war, they’re two of the best there are.’’ You suddenly said, it was true. They were part of the order of the phoenix and some of the best aurors there were now. This might have resulted in you excelling an extreme amount in Defence against the Dark Arts and knowing every offensive and defensive spell there is, which came to be very useful last year during Dumbledore’s army.

“You of all people should know I can’t just go.’’ And it was true, you of all people should definitely know and you did but for a second it was nice to not think about how it actually worked and that just leaving wasn’t an option.

“I suppose this was just.. more to apologize for how I’ve been acting.’’ For a few moments there was utter bliss. The snow was quietly falling but it luckily wasn’t too cold, you were sitting next to each other and just admiring how beautiful everything looked, for a moment it was utter bliss. 


-8-


You were wondering what was going on at Hogwarts when the bell rung. You and your parents decided it was far safer for you to stay at home during your last year, the threat was far too big and especially with your parents being very outspoken against Voldemort and have been ever since he started to rise. Your home, of course, was a fortress. Not necessarily unbreakable but damn hard to get in to it almost being impossible. They were somewhere now, they had a mission which is why you were left alone at home, they really didn’t like the idea but most people you could go to were absent or busy doing something themselves which is why they decided to add even more protection charms, they basically went through everything there is.

You glanced through the window to find a suspicious familiar mop of silver hair, Draco.

“Hi.’’ You said once you opened the door. You noticed how incredibly thin he had gotten. You let him inside as it was pouring and he smiled once he sat down on the couch, you locked the door again before sitting down.

“I hear you were at the wedding.’’ You nodded, Fleur and Bill had invited you to come and you couldn’t refuse, there was some danger to it obviously but you had grown up with the Weasleys as basically your older brothers and younger sister which is why you couldn’t refuse. “I didn’t get a scratch, don’t worry.’’ You said with a slightly smile.

“So… It’s kind of funny you know, not like the proper funny but sitting here, it’s almost like we’re still at Hogwarts, when everything was sill fine and you know.’’

 He nodded sadly. There was a small awkward silence but it stopped once Draco leant in, not to kiss you, and you embraced it. You two just sat there for what felt like eternity, holding each other but not saying a word because you both knew you had much to say but now words could explain it but this gesture was able to. After an hour or so he left as your parents were getting close to coming home and wouldn’t really like to see Draco at their house. Still, this was enough and would be enough to keep you two going. Just to have something like this again.


-8-


Don’t do it. Three simple words which somehow turned both your and Draco’s world upside down. Eventually it was released that Dumbledore was going to die either way but that didn’t meant that Draco couldn’t have prevented it or at least postponed it. Still, he did what was told and because of that Hogwarts was unsafe.

Despite that those simple three words turned both of your worlds upside down, it were also the words that were able to save you from what could’ve been a deadly shot. Of course you had come along to fight, it was hard not to with your parents constantly fighting, you wanted to do something useful instead of sit at home, listening to radio or staring at TV. Your parents disapproved at first which was simply because they wanted you to be safe but eventually they realized that they couldn’t stop you and tested you a few times to see if you had what it takes, it was tough but you easily got through it with both the spells you had already learnt from them and what you had learnt at school.

But then Harry supposedly died and rose again which continued the fight. Of course you were fighting again, the person you were with was hit and down and you, in return, shot them down but there was someone facing your back. You would’ve been lying on the ground, dead or almost if it weren’t for those words. Don’t do it.

It was screeching through the corridor and you snapped around in a millisecond to see Draco jumping in front of you, it wasn’t in slow motion like people always dramatically said it. The opposite was happening, it went by in a flash, Draco got hit on his right arm and you immediately fired a shot back, hitting the death-eater right in the chest.

Somehow you were able to drag him all the way to the great hall where everyone way by now. It was filled with both people clinging onto life and people who died. You were obviously focused on Draco, he was the person you started out a little rough with but eventually became the one person you cared about most with your parents. Someone got around to help him and you noticed his eyes were still closed and because of that you glanced around to spot a ginger mop of hair lying on the ground and after a few seconds you recognized whom it was, Fred.

You did your best to ignore it, as though it wasn’t real but you knew it was. You’ve always been so close with him it sees hard to not imagine him being around, you didn’t even try to grasp what George was going through. You decided to just focus on Draco for now, he still had a chance to be alive.

I was thinking about how sea salt that you boil in to crystals yourself is so much more potent….and I was writing about maple wine, so it all got me thinking about maple syrup/maple sugar. In some ways, maple sugar and sea salt are perfect opposites – what appears to be clear, pure water, boiled unrecognizable, emerging crystalline, the only difference salty or sweet. And making maple syrup/sugar is a PROCESS: gathering buckets of sap from around the woods, stumbling over snow banks and bushes to bring it to the sugar shack, boiling the sap and constantly feeding the fire for hours and days, going through more wood than you could imagine and watching a gradient of amber spread through the pans, darkening in to rich sweet syrup. If you want to make sugar, you take it and boil it even more, evaporating the last of the water in it, the last memory of how it used to flow in a forests’ veins. It takes some 40-80 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup, more to make sugar. And making syrup with someone gets real…for a time, you’re popping in and out to go collect the rest of the buckets, but after a while it’s just you and them in a small, maple steam filled shed, usually drinking something homemade and of questionable alcohol content, talking through the day and the night. Or by yourself, with your thoughts and your wishes and your ghosts, though I’ve never done this for long, just fractions of an hour, unlike friends who have spent days there boiling away heart break or trying to get their head and pans level. 

If you need something strong to protect you, you can’t do much better than homemade sea salt. But if you need to barter something, to trade for something big and important and true, I wonder if a homemade maple sugar candy might get you what you’re looking for. 

I imagine you bring it to the edge of the forest. Or more likely, that corner of the dining hall where no matter what hour of the day someone is drinking coffee and almost done a paper they never seem to finish. All the right words… “if it would please you,” what you seek, and their reply, “and in exchange?” So you make your offer: the blood of a forest’s platoon impervious to their wounds, a fire tended, a confession you would never have made otherwise, a week of your life. They are delighted, to get so much for what now seems like so little, and greedily they reach towards you, ready to take what you have promised, and before their hands, or not exactly hands anymore, can find you – you place it on the table. A small maple sugar candy. You’ve pressed it in to a maple leaf mold because hell, if you’re gonna do this you may as well do it right. The air freezes for a second, and you feel your blood still as you wonder if you have misjudged…and then you feel it begin to thaw, the sap to run again. It smiles at you. It doesn’t mind clever, and fortunately for you, it’s a fan of sweet.

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summary:

soulmate au where the first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are inscribed on your wrist.

warnings: swearing, slight injury 
word count: 1160


Soulmates? C’mon, that’s fucking bull.

He remembers laughing at Steve when he’d shown up to Bucky’s apartment, cheeks red and hair messy and shirt buttons done up unevenly. I like her, but Buck–, he’d said, eyes wide, then pointed to the solid black line just on the inside of his left wrist. And Bucky? He’d laughed until there were tears in his eyes, because Steve might have been taller and stronger, but he was still the stupid sixteen year old who kept landing his dumb ass in a fight.

“I can’t believe–“ Bucky’d said, between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. “I mean, Steve– you can’t be serious. You actually– you actually believe in this soulmate crap?” And then he’d laughed some more and punched his best friend in the arm, and eventually the both of them were lying back on the bed, calming down until there were just snips of laughs escaping their lips. Then Bucky had put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and said, “Go get her, you jerk. There’s no such thing as soulmates.”

He’d lied, right through his fucking teeth.

Every day that’s passed by, he’s thought about her.

He loves Natalia. He knows he does, said it himself a few nights ago, and not a part of him regrets it, but– he also knows she’s not the one. Her wrist has a solid black line, just like Steve’s.

And so he lies. He lies to everybody he knows. Lies to Sam, lies to Tony, lies to his best friend and the woman he loves, tells them that soulmates don’t exist and that the entire concept in itself is so flawed because the last thing he needs is their pity. He doesn’t want their tight smiles, their sad looks, and their ‘It’s okay’s. And he sure as hell doesn’t need Steve going all fucking therapist on him.

He lies and it’s amazing, because they all believe him, every single one.

He lies and it’s awful, because it’s the only goddamn thing that he thinks about now.

He fucking hates it, hates that it’s always got to be him. He lost his goddamn arm over seventy years ago and of all the things he’s recalled so far, he can’t remember the words on his wrist. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries. It doesn’t matter if he’s helping out the fucking Avengers, for god’s sake, because at the end of the day, he’s still being punished for the things he’s done, he supposes. It’s why he can’t remember the words.

On nights when he’s not plagued by recurring nightmares of every single person he’s held at gunpoint and all the families he’s ruined and all the people that have begged him to have mercy, he sees his wrist sometimes. There are always two words there, but every single time they’re just specks that he can’t make out and he wakes up feeling like he was drenched with a bucket of ice water. Natasha’s always there, scarred hand on his chest and genuine concern on her face, and he always pulls her into bed with him and holds her close to her, burying his face in his neck so that he can feel her heartbeat– but as she falls asleep, he stays up, thinking.

He’s had enough. All he wants is some fucking closure, something to let him know what would be on his wrist if he still had his left arm. Would it fade to white? Would it still be black? Or would there be a solid line instead? All he gets is a metal arm and no recollection.

He wants to scream, let his voice claw out of his throat and fill the air until his lungs give out, let everyone know just how fucking angry he is, with her (because fuck, if she’s someone he knows, it’d be real damn great if she just could tell him), with the world (for treating him like he’s a piece of shit), but mostly, with himself (for not remembering.)

He can’t tell anyone though, because he’s not a child but that’s all they’d see him as– some petty, emotional boy whose primary occupation is being a goddamn liar.

The punching bags become his best friends, and he’s down in the training room right now, like every night before he goes to bed. And fuck, he’s feeling so many goddamn things and he just wants to let it all out.

All he wants is to remember.

Punch.

He doesn’t want to think about her, doesn’t want her to plague his mind when he’s in love with a beautiful woman.

Punch.

But it’s all he can ever think about.

Punch.

He wonders what she looks like: Nat, with calculating green eyes and soft red tresses? Or is she like Sam, with beautiful dark skin and warm smiles?  

He wonders if she thinks about him.

He wonders if she would like him, if she would forgive him for all the things he’s done.

He wonders if she’s even alive.

He throws punch after punch after punch, but the feeling in his chest doesn’t let up and it’s like there’s smoke in the room that’s filling his lungs and scratching his throat and burning his eyes and suffocating him and–

Soft hands wrap themselves around his flesh arm, pulling him back. He struggles, rolling his shoulders and trying to shake it way, until his gaze falls on his knuckles. He stares at the split skin and the blood everywhere. He swallows back the lump in his throat.

His arm tingles uncomfortably, like pins pricking him all over, and he looks down at the hand before his eyes shoot up to the associated face.

Y/N, the new girl, widens her eyes and her touch is gone in an instant, as if his skin’s burnt her. “I’m sorry– I–“ she stumbles over her words and her eyes get even wider and her hands shake. “You’re bleeding,” she finally stammers out.

Bucky doesn’t look down at the blood covering his hand. He stares at the girl in front of him, sees the way she’s looking at him as if he’s an injured puppy, and his fists clench and throat tightens and jaw twitches. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone’s pity.

He pushes her away, harder than he means to, and she stumbles back, but he doesn’t care. What matters is that she’s seen him at his worst, seen his red eyes and his trembling, bloody hands and his shaky breathing. She’s seen him at his most fucking vulnerable, and fuck, he hates it.

So he points a finger at her, eyes narrowed, heart hammering against his chest. “Don’t you dare tell anybody about this. You understand? Nobody.” Then he’s turning on his heel without waiting for her reply, walking as fast as he can out of the training room.

He half stumbles out the door, arm still tingling where she touched him.

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Soulmate AU

You only have a soulmate if your parents were soulmates. Because of this, very few people have soulmates (and it’s still difficult to find them even if you know they’re out there).

Not having a soulmate or being with someone who isn’t your soulmate doesn’t mean you can’t find happiness and lifelong love. You can be satisfied and happy with a non-soulmate, so people don’t really care all that much in the long run.

Sherlock’s parents are, no question, soulmates, so Sherlock knows there’s someone out there perfect for him. He has no real interest in finding them (though he is slightly curious). John’s parents are, no question, NOT soulmates.

So, Sherlock has a soulmate, but John doesn’t. It least John shouldn’t. So why is it that upon meeting in the lab at Bart’s, they are both filled with an overwhelming warmth and clarity that is said to only accompany meeting your soulmate?

There are legends of someone not born of a soulmate union having a soulmate, and their love is said to be stronger and more powerful than any other. But there hadn’t been a reported one in centuries, it was just a myth, right?

To Love or Not To Love // Pt. 1

Intro // Pt. 1 // 

Word Count: 3,127

Genre: Svt Mafia Au

Member: Mingyu

TW: Angst, Violence, there will be fluff eventually i promise. idk im bad at tw, let me know if i should add some in


It was finally your day off. You got to sleep in and wake up after the sun had risen. Waking up on your own time and without an alarm clock was the best feeling. You rolled out of bed and checked your phone and noticed your manager had texted you. You groaned a bit, but after opening the text you felt a little better. She simply needed you to pick up something at the shop real quick. You figured you would go and get your favorite drink as well, being there for a few minutes today wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, you wouldn’t work there if you hated it so much.

You quickly got dressed, happy that it wasn’t into your work clothes and grabbed your bag as you headed out the door. The weather was great, the perfect temperature; not too hot, not too cold. You smiled to yourself, a certain bounce in your step that isn’t usually there when you walk this path to work.

The small bell on the door tinkled when you pushed it open, and you waved at your friend working behind the counter. As expected, no customers were in the shop, like every other day, except Mr. well-dressed was in his usual seat. You looked for Mingyu but he was nowhere to be seen. You shrugged your shoulders and didn’t think much of it. He had probably just gotten caught up in something, he didn’t usually come at a consistent time.

You slipped into the back room and picked up the thing your manager had asked you to get, realizing that it was a small bonus from the few times you had worked extra. You smiled and slipped the check into your bag before returning to the front to order your drink. You had only taken a few step out of the back room when you were immediately overwhelmed. People were rushing in, dressed in all black and brandishing weapons. Your coworkers screamed as they were held at gunpoint. Behind you, you heard a chair scrape against the grown before clattering to the floor. Two dressed in black rushed towards you, while a few more rushed past you and towards Mr. Well-dressed. You tried to crane your neck to get a better look as to what they wanted from him so badly. There weren’t here to rob the store, or they would have already gone for the cash in the register. Before you knew it, the blinds were pulled and the doors locked. You, your coworkers and the few poor customers that had wandered in while you were in the back where dragged into the backroom. Your phones were taken and hands bound with zip ties. Two stayed behind with you and the rest, making sure you didn’t go anywhere let alone move from where you sat, while the rest disappeared down the hall. Mr.Well-dressed was nowhere to be seen. Where they here for him? Did the police know? Or had these people planned something so well that they managed to hid this from the outside world? You didn’t know, but you were surprisingly calm for such a terrifying experience. It was almost as if the fact you were being held at gunpoint hadn’t quite set in yet. To your left, a young woman stifled her sobs, and to your right, your friend and coworker sat pressed up against you, shaking slightly, but otherwise in tack.

One of the people dressed in black shifted their weight from foot to foot.

“Hey…weren’t we supposed to blindfold them too? Just in case?” a strong, deep voice questioned quietly. The shorter of the two let out a small gasp and nodded, quickly digging into his pocket and pulling out a few strips of cloth. You watched as the walked towards you and the others. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t escape. You were already as pressed up against the wall as possible, and your hands were tied behind your back. You could try to fight against them once they got close enough, but was it worth the risk of getting killed? You decided it was best to just sit still, maybe they would leave and you could figure out how to escape then… after all, zipties aren’t that hard to break free of. They were already dumb enough to forget to blindfold you and the rest of the hostages. It was possible.

You vision was gone know, you had to rely solely on sound now. You could sort of see out of the blindfold, but only down to the ground, so if someone stood right in front of you, you might be able to tell, but outside of that, you couldn’t see anything.

Suddenly shouting filled the halls. Had the police shown up? Everything had gotten significantly darker, you could tell, even though your eyes were covered. You heard the two “guards” say something to each other, then footsteps racing out of the room, the door slamming behind them. There was a moment of silence in the room, only faint shouts through the door could be heard.

“Are they gone?” You asked, barely whispering.

“Yah…they did a real shit job tying on these blindfolds.” your manager stated. You wiggled yourself around, pulling yourself off the wall and somehow contorting your body to curl up in a small enough ball you could pull your arms over your legs, bringing your hands in front of you. Good thing you had always worried about someone kidnapping you after work, otherwise you wouldn’t have bothered to learn such helpful knowledge for circumstances like these. You pulled your blindfold down from your eyes, letting it hang limply around your neck, then examined the zip tie binding your hands. This was the easiest escape trick you had learned, as escaping goes. You braced yourself for the small moment of pain, puffed out your stomach, then quickly pulled your arms against it, popping the zip tie off with a small snap.  

“Whats going on?” the lady to your left questioned.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to try and find a phone or something so i can call the police.” you spoke quietly as you pulled down everyone’s blindfolds.

“I can’t get off the zip ties yet, but i’ll come back as quickly as possible okay. Just stay quiet.”

You rushed over to the door as quietly and quickly as possible and opened it just a crack, looking around for other people. Everything was dark, the power went out. The usually lit, back hallway was now dark and eerie, filled with a dark, blue light. Shouting voices could be heard throughout the shop, some stifled behind walls, other loud and echoing through the hallway. You inched the door open more and slipped out, closing it behind you so that attention wasn’t drawn to the other hostages.

Slowly, you moved your way down the dark hallways, making your way towards the front of the shop, heading for the emergency button behind the counter. You heard voices coming towards you and panicked, quickly throwing yourself into the nearest door, which led to a small mop closet. You watched through the crack in the door as three, black clothed people fast walked down the hall and into the side room at the end, no doubt where they had taken Mr. Well-dressed. You waited for a minute before climbing out of the closet and making your way down the dark hallway, a little quicker than last time. All you had to do was round the corner and you would be in the front, only a few feet away from the panic button. You were almost there.

You finally made it to the corner and turned, not bothering to check and see if anyone was around the other side. As you took a step, a loud noise echoed through the small shop, making your ears ring. A gun had been fired. At who? By who? You had jumped at the loud noise, jumped right into the arms of one of the blacked clothed person who had caused all of this. Fear flooded your body as the person’s strong grip held your arm and didn’t let go as your thrashed around to try and break free. You paused for a second to look up into the person face, only to see there was no mask this time. In fact, you knew this face.

“Mingyu?” You asked in disbelief. His hand shoot up to his face.

“Shit, I forgot my mask.” he mumbled to himself.

“What? I…Mingyu what are you doing here?” you questioned in a whisper. Mingyu glanced around the empty hall, still holding on tightly to your wrist.

“If you go back to the room and stay there and act as if you’ve never saw me you’ll be safe.” he stated, pulling you along behind him.

“What the heck Mingyu?!” you called as he dragged you along, not bothering to whisper anymore.

“Mingyu! Where the heck are you?” A frustrated voice called down the hall. Mingyu froze for a second, then yanked you towards the direction of the room you had previously been held in.

“Go back to the room or you’ll be in some serious trouble.” Mingyu growled, much different from the usual kind and gentle Mingyu you knew from the shop. He rushed off down the hall where the voice had called for him, not looking back to check if you had headed back to the room. Now you may be stubborn, or just down right dumb, but you had no intentions of going back. You fought your curiosity to trail after Mingyu and see what was happening and instead set off to find a phone, or at least one of the panic buttons so you could inform the police. You were still shocked by how calmly you were handling the whole situation. For all you know, after that gun shot that had sounded, someone could be dead, but here you are still lurking around in the open trying to find a way to escape (or at least insure the safety of your fellow captives).

The shop really wasn’t that big, so it wasn’t hard to quickly make it back to the front of the store. If you could just make it to the panic button next to the register that would be enough. You peeked your head around the corner, and your breath caught in your throat. At least three hooded figure stood around the open tables that filled the front of the shop. Tables lay on their sides and chairs were scattered all over the place. The blinds being pulled over the large shop windows only made everything more eerie. The panic and terror that originally should have filled you was now flooding into your body, making your heartbeat to increase and sweat to form all over your body. It was quiet, only the murmur of voices from wherever Mingyu was and the footsteps caused by the hooded men in front of you as the mindlessly guarded the store. You asked yourself whether they were guarding to make sure no one came in, or not one left, but this thought soon vanished as there were more important things to happen. You could have sworn everyone in the room could hear your heart, pounding in your ears and making everything all that much more stressful.

All you had to do was cross the small stretch that was out in the open before you could hid behind the counter and crawl over to the panic button. One of the three guards was usually facing the counter, meaning they would totally see you, but they often switched, leaving a few seconds that you could use to your advantage. You could really feel the panic bubble up in you now, but you didn’t have time for that. Not only were you in danger, but your coworkers and customers, this was no time to get scared. You checked behind your shoulder to make sure Mingyu, or anyone for that fact, hadn’t started towards you. You turned your attention back to the three hooded figures and see if they had any sort of pattern. It didn’t take long to understand there was absolutely no pattern to the weird aimless wandering the three people did, and you were just going to have to hope for the best. You tried your best to keep your heart beat from making you deaf and made a mad, quiet, dash towards the counter.

Everything turned to slow motion. Just as you took your first two steps, you saw one of the hooded people turn around and look directly at you. You didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. It was too late, you had to go for it. You ignored the person when everything finally clicked and they realized you shouldn’t be there in the dark. You wish the slow motion feeling would shake off but it didn’t. Each step felt as if time was slipping through your fingers. Three figures came pounding towards you as you reached out your hand to smash the small red button under the counter next to the register. Just as you managed to press the button in, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt and ripped you back. You were sent sprawling backwards and the breath was knocked out of you. You knew here was your death, a gun already being pointed at you, but it didn’t matter, because you hit the button, the police know now. The others will be safe.

“Those kids were supposed to be watching them!” the one pointing the gun at you growled to the other two.

“Did she just..?” the skinny boy on your right asked, looking over at the register.

“How did you escape?” the guy to the left demanded.

“I just left, and Mingyu didn’t stop me in the halls really so…” you stuttered, not sure what to do with yourself, or why you even answered in the first place.

“Jun, she knows Mingyu!” the skinny boy exclaimed.

“Don’t say my name idiot!” the guy, basically holding your life in his hands, spat. The two guards winced at Jun’s harsh tone and looked down at you. Your breath was finally coming back to you, but you didn’t feel any better than before.

“She knows who we are man, she’s seen Mingyu…” the guy on the left breathed.

“Are you going to do it?” he finally asked after a moment of silence.

“Boss said we can’t kill anyone.” said the guy on the right.

“Yah, but thanks to you Minghao she knows not only Mingyu but my name. Its our only choice.” Jun said.

You watched as the three of them bickered about your life and whether they should take it or not. The panic you had been working so hard to suppress was finally coming to you, and it was so intense you felt as if you were going to vomit at any moment. The three of them continued to bicker with each other, and you wondered if it was a good idea to try and escape. You mulled the idea over and over again in your head but the thought was giving you more anxiety then you already had and therefore making your brain turn to mush. Just when you thought you should try to inch away from the three guys, Jun turned his attention back to you. You froze, unsure of what to do under his strong, harsh gaze.

“We’ll just have to shot you, there is no other option. Boss will understand, I suppose.” Jun said, a bit of a sneer showing through his eyes, as his face was still covered by a mask.

“Please…please don’t!” you begged as he took a step closer to you. Minghao and the other guy behind Jun didn’t show any signs of stopping him. This was the end for you. At least you were able to hit panic alarm, so it wasn’t a complete waste risking your life. With each step Jun took towards you, you slowly inched back, although you knew it would be of no help. Jun’s fingers slowly moved over the gun, barely visible to you in the dark blue light that surrounded you, but you could still see it. You can still see your death coming towards you.

“Jun! What are you doing?” A voice practically yelled from across the room. Jun and the other two boys slowly turned around to see who was speaking. You didn’t dare move, you didn’t think you could move for that fact. Your legs had gone completely numb, along with your brain and basically the rest of your senses. It was as if your body has undergone so much stress it had simply shut down.

With just a few long strides the person who had called out to Jun crossed the room, and as he got closer, through the dim light you could make out the unmasked face to be no other the Mingyu. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more upset.

“Jun, the boss said not to kill anyone.” Mingyu said, walking between you and Jun, blocking you from the cruel gaze that never seemed to leave Jun’s eyes.

“Well, Mingyu if she hadn’t figured out who you were i wouldn’t have too!” Jun spat.

“If we kill her the police will get even more involved. We don’t need to deaths for them to find once we’re done here.”

“T-two?” you breathed, stress level going up even more, if that was even possible at this point.

“He has a point…” Minghao added. Jun let the gun fall to his side, pulling his gaze from Mingyu and resting it somewhere off to the side.

“What are we going to do with the girl then?” the only nameless person in the room questioned. There was a moment of silence. You prayed to every god you could think of and wished every wish possibly that by some miracle they would just let you go. It couldn’t be that easy though.

“I’ll take care of her.” Mingyu declared.

“You just said we can’t kill her.” Minghao said.

“Not like that, I’m going to take her home with us. We just can’t have her talking about us right? So I’ll just take her back with us.” Mingyu stated matter-of-factly.

“So you’re basically just going to kidnap her aren’t you?” Jun questioned. You had reached your peak of stress. Everything was too much. Before you knew what was happening the corner of your eyes started to fill with blackness before dizziness engulfed you and with a thump, you had passed out cold on the floor, oblivious to the mess that ragged on around you.

TINSELTOWN (1/?) – an Olicity fic for your summer reading pleasure.

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Felicity Smoak’s childhood best friend, Barry Allen, invited her to the party of the year.  Thrilled it was only twenty minutes away from her apartment, Felicity had to force herself to be calm. She was a fangirl through and through – even if none of her favorite actors from Dr. Who were likely to be in attendance.

They entered the foyer, the Shrine Auditorium’s vintage chandeliers glowing overhead. Hand-painted forest green vines wrapped around the columns along the walls, and a deep crimson carpet jetted out before them, leading into the massive ballroom.

“The Governor’s Ball, Barry,” said Felicity, referring to the famous Academy Awards after party. They used to watch clips - on television with their other best friends Iris, Caitlin, Cisco and Thea. “You’ve been talking about this since you were eight-years-old. Why don’t you look more excited?”

The young independent film director shrugged, smirking a bit at his old friend. “Yeah, well.”

“Yeah, well, what? You’ve arrived. Be proud of yourself,” said Felicity, pushing the black spaghetti strap that had been plaguing her all evening back onto her shoulder. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulder in perfect corkscrews that had yet to fall out of place by some miracle, so she supposed a wayward spaghetti strap could be construed as something to be grateful for.

Barry chuckled. “Well, I was here last year as a guest, but this is a little different.”

“Exactly. Now, I’m your guest,” she said, straightening out his bow tie and smoothing down his jacket at the shoulders. “C'mon, let’s find our table.”

The tables appeared to be in sort of a zigzag formation, allowing every couple to sit side by side in the romantically lit room. Felicity was happy for Barry. He had worked hard, and even though his film had only been nominated for best editing and had subsequently lost, it had won many other accolades on the independent film circuit this season. The proverbial Hollywood door seemed to need a secret incantation to open it, but Barry managed to make his way through it. And what was on the other side? Rubber chicken dinners and rubber-faced movie stars, his dream come true. Felicity, on the other hand, was over it before it had even started. She’d come out here to find a real life, and maybe meet the right guy. She’d become a lawyer with a penchant for being really good at tech, though it wasn’t what she’d studied in college. She enjoyed her life. Though she did long for someone to be by her side, a real companion. She certainly didn’t want a phony rubber face to fill the job.

Dinner had not been tasteless and neither had the wine. In fact, Felicity was on her third glass when Barry tapped her shoulder.  "So, would you like to go mingle for the rest of the night, or do you want to stick close to me?“ Barry asked.

Felicity bit her perfectly painted red lip and scanned the room. It was glitzy. Everyone was too beautiful. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle alone. "I think I’d like to mingle. Meet you back here in an hour?”

“Perfect,” said Barry as he slid off to chat with a couple cast members from his movie.

Felicity took a deep breath, glancing down at her sleek black dress. It made her feel freer yet more exposed than the power suits she wore to work. She made her way over to the champagne. That might help ease her nerves.

The night went on. Movie stars, local politicians, agents, directors, producers, and friends all spun around in drunken elated stupors. Felicity had been pulled on the dance floor by a dark ginger-haired olive-toned celebrity with gorgeous blue eyes. She couldn’t for the life of her think of his name, of course.

"You are so hot, Felicity. I just love that name. Felicity…” He pressed himself up against her as she gyrated her ass along his lower region.

Felicity frowned. “It’s not really that unique. Maybe not super common like Mary or Elizabeth, but it’s still pretty run-of-the-mill.”

The man didn’t seem to take in her babble one bit as a slow smile spread across his face. “Felicity…” he purred again, wrapping his arms around her waist as the song slowed.

***

“Wow, Oliver Queen. I can’t believe I’m seeing you here!” Barry beamed. “Of all places to find you, man.”

“I am an agent now, Barry.” Oliver laughed. “I do, on occasion, get invited to things like this.” Oliver shook his head at one his sister’s oldest friend, who’d become like a brother to him growing up.

“I can’t believe I had no idea.”

Oliver shrugged. Barry was in a different world than he was. New York, indie films, sometimes commercial work. Oliver, whose once billionaire family was now living on dwindling trust funds, left home at twenty-one and never looked back. With only twenty-thousand dollars in his bank account, he got his own place and made his own way in Hollywood. Of course, Oliver still had the Queen name and the Queen unfairly good looks. It wasn’t too difficult for Oliver to make it through the right doors once he proved he had nothing to do with the family scandal. Nearly a decade had passed since then and was becoming a high roller in his own right. He was surprised that Barry hadn’t heard he was in Hollywood. Though he hadn’t told anyone where he was going when he left Starling except his sister, who’d he’d sworn to secrecy, Oliver knew how close Thea was to Barry and her childhood friends. Thea had grown up to be different than Barry in a lot of ways, but she’d always said the ones who have your back on the playground are the ones you can count on in the battlefield of life. Thea and Barry were seven years younger than Oliver and two years younger than Barry’s oldest friend and neighbor, Felicity.  Felicity. A name that was rarely far from his thoughts. A name that belonged to a face he hadn’t seen in far too long. But they were grown up now, different people. He’d moved on. She had, too, he was sure. “You know, we should get together for drinks some time before you go back to New York,” Oliver said congenially. Though he was happy with his new life in Los Angeles, he missed the old days sometimes.

"Oh my God. I completely forgot, Oliver. Felicity…”

Oliver froze, his heartbeat quickening. “What about Felicity? Is she okay?” Why had he asked that? What was wrong with him? Of course, she was okay. Why wouldn’t she be okay?

Barry shrugged and twisted his mouth in thought then said, “Well, that remains to be seen.”

Concern colored Oliver’s features, and he pushed down the urge to grab Barry by the lapels of his tux and demand he make himself clear.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Oliver,” Barry said. “It’s just that I brought her here as my plus-one tonight. She lives in Los Angeles now, actually. Anyway, I haven’t seen her for a few hours now.”

“Felicity? Here?” Oliver’s mouth went dry and for the first time in a long time, he felt completely and utterly unsure of himself. And she lived where? “She lives here? She’s here tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m sure she’d love to see you. If I ever find her, I’ll send her over to say hello. That is unless you find her first.”

Oliver opened and closed his mouth, not sure of what to say until finally his brain worked well enough to allow him to put on a relaxed smiled and tell Barry, “I’d love that. I’ll be here for a while.”

***

“Mmmm, Oliver…”, Maureen Anders slinked up behind him, running her hand up his broad back and resting it on his shoulder. “I miss you,” the tall red-headed model whispered in his ear.

“Maureen.” Oliver pulled her hand gently, so that she was standing beside him. “I’d like you to meet my old friend, Barry Allen.”

She smiled, running her finger along Barry’s lapel. “Any gorgeous friend of Oliver’s is a friend of mine. Would you like to dance?”

“Actually, I was just going to find my date.”

Oliver cringed at those words, knowing that the word date was meant for Felicity Smoak. Were they together now? Barry had always been linked to Iris. But he had no idea if that had lasted. He shook the thought from his mind and focused on the more solid piece of information he’d just discovered. She was living in Los Angeles. For how long, he wondered. “I’ll go and find her for you, Barry. I’d love to say hi. I haven’t seen her since Tommy and Laurel’s wedding…”

“Seven years ago.” Barry laughed. “Go find her. She’ll be glad to see you. Just make sure to come and tell me she’s okay after you do.”

“Will do. Thanks, Barry.”

Oliver’s eyes scoured the crowded ballroom for any sign of the beautiful face he once tried so hard to convince himself he no longer loved. The face that sat in the middle of the slightly worn photograph he carried around his wallet. He just never could seem to part with it. She’d meant too much to him to stash her in a drawer and forget.

***

Felicity stepped away from her dance partner breathless. “Whoa. I think I just might need a breather.”

Chad, she’d found out was his name when someone came over and introduced themselves in the middle of one of their slow dances.

Chad kissed her cheek and gently held her arm. “Don’t go, baby.” He kissed her behind the ear.

Felicity looked around the room for Barry when her eyes fell on a strangely familiar face. She quickly turned to Chad. “Do you know that guy, standing over there by that pillar?”

“What?” Chad was disoriented and slightly drunk.

“That guy!” Felicity pointed through the crowd when the man’s eyes locked on hers.

“Oh, yeah. That’s Oliver Queen. He’s my girlfriend’s agent.”

Felicity turned back to him with a wry smile on her face. “Girlfriend, huh?”

Chad shrugged. “She has the flu.”

“Mmm hmm,” Felicity said.

“What do you know him or something?”

Felicity turned back around, hoping to God, he hadn’t disappeared. Of course, he had. She was stupid to have broken eye contact. “I used to know him.”

“Used to know who?” A voice asked from behind her.

She would know that deep tenor anywhere. Her legs wobbled and her insides turned to mush. She turned around and met the same perfect blue eyes she fell in love with she was still just a girl. “Oliver?” She was scooped up in his arms without a chance to blink. And damn it, she felt like she was home again. Don’t sigh. Don’t sigh. She sighed. She couldn’t help it. It was her Oliver.

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Hope you liked it. Let me know in the comments. Tinseltown on AO3 

Many thanks to my awesome beta reader @tdgal1

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phoenixdragon777  asked:

Hey! How are you? Just wanted to say hi to an idol of mine and oh god I'm screaming inside. Keep up the good work! And have a good summer <3

I’m doing rather well, thank you! To think I’m someone’s idol fills me with utter joy and some amusement; I know what it’s like to try and post/message something to someone you really look up to (even though the person themselves don’t see themselves as being anything special). 

In other news: I got a bit bogged down with D&D (I run my own game and play in quite a number) and I do apologise for that… I’m behind on getting my Simon picture out. 

Also as a side note, the script is coming along nicely! Got some real “mystery” shenanigans stuff going on there, couple of one liners and such I’m proud of and a couple of really bad running jokes. Once I get the one-shot images out of the way I can get started on drawing the comic again. 

Huzzah!

Come What May

Genre: Mafia!AU; One Shot

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader 

Words: 926

Summary/Plot: What happens, if the son of a world famous mafia Boss and a girl from a rival mafia group fall in love with each other? There was one rule: Never fall in love with another mafia member.

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, angst(?)


Our love for each other has been going on for almost eight Months. It was not allowed, but they found out that we have been together.

My death sentence.


I keep running through this huge abandoned building, an old factory, which is going to be destroyed soon. An actual meaningful place to me.


In the distance I am able to hear them, my „comrades“. They are trying to kill me. Our boss assigned them to kill me because I broke his number 1 rule. „Don’t fall in love with another Member of the Mafia, or else…“ he gestured his thumb to cut his throat. Showing that, if someone breaks his rule, they will die.


And unfortunately, I broke this rule. The most important rule in his Mafia. But I couldn’t stop myself. There was no other way, I had to love this man. His existence was absorbing my entire self.

His body is like a magnet, always pulling me to him. His kindness is making my heart jump through my whole body. His funny and dorky side making me laugh tears. His seriousness fascinating me. His touch burning my skin. His eyes captivating me into an endless trance.


I run through the many corridors of this huge building, trying to escape from the people, who are trying to kill me. I turn to the left to run up the stairs, leading to a huge hall. As I climbed the final steps I see him standing there at the other side of said hall. You can hear my loud panting echoing through the air.

As always he is dressed up in a white dress shirt, black pants and matching black shoes and holding his signature silver gun in his right hand, his light brown hair a bit messed up. Maybe he had to fight against someone. I was about run over to him, when…

„(Y/N)!!!“


I remember the time where we said our first „ I love you“’s. Even though he hasn’t said it out loud. But the feeling of his words was exploring. It was at our secret location. The empty rooftop of the abandoned fabric. The sky was filled with millions of stars and a marvellous moon, shining as bright as my love for Kim Taehyung. The son of the world famous Mafia Boss, King Kim. No one knows his real name, only his relatives.

He stared into my (Y/E/C) and i just stared back, into his intense sharp brown eyes. Formed like those of a tiger.


„I never knew I could feel this for someone. You made me realise that there is a world outside, a world without guns, blood and death… a world with peace, beauty and love.“ He took a deep breath.


„Thank you“

My heartbeat was increasing, hammering against my ribs. The most beautiful words I have ever heard. I felt like I was in a trance, hearing someone say these words, to me. Never ever in my life would have happened this, if I hadn’t met him. Taehyung can’t be real, he has to be a dream, an illusion my heart has made up to feel some love. My whole wimpy life, I’ve waited for someone, who is going to love me for who I am. For this moment, the world seemed like a perfect place.

I reached out my hand to caress his soft cheek, feeling his smooth hot skin. It feels like I am touching the clouds. „Tae..whatever may come, I will love you… until the day I die.“ I whispered into his ear. He took my hand and pressed his lips into mine, giving me a sweet loving kiss, soon to be replaced with a deep passionate kiss. His other hand kept stroking my back, leaving a hot trail of flowers on my skin.

We promised to always stand at each other sides even though we could not be physically present. We have our ways. I will never leave him, come what may.


Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped running. Maybe we would have made it out of this, alive, being able to live together, starting a new life. Together.

Lying in his arms, once again, I stared into his beautiful eyes. The eyes I love so much, rethinking the beautiful moments we shared together. My blood staining his white dress shirt, tears flooding his eyes, running down his cheeks until they fell onto my forehead. I didn’t want him to cry, everything I wanted is to see a bright smile on his beautiful face. Tears like these didn’t suit him. „(Y/N)… please, don’t leave. Stay with me… I will find a way out… “ he whispers through his loud sobs.

„Please… don’t cry Tae… try to be happy. You need to be alive, I promise you that a long and beautiful life is waiting for you. Other than this here…“ I whispered back with a smile, blood filling my mouth, giving me a hard time to speak.

As I closed my eyes, I began to realise that because of him, Kim Taehyung, I started to live again. Back in the day, when I met him, my life got a reason. A reason to live. His love for me made me alive. I only existed because of him.

If I get one last wish granted before I go, I wish to exist in the world, where Taehyung and I will meet again, being allowed to love each other, with no rules.


… and no death.

I see the Flames (Lyria’s death fanfic)

Sorry this took longer than expected! But here is finally my take on Lyria’s death after EoS (obviously EoS spoilers. 

Sorry in advanced, I actually cried while listening to “the stone table” and writing the final moments. I hope you all like it!


Title: I see the Flames
Characters: Lyria, Maeve
Rating: PG13(blood but no smut)
Trigger warning(s): miscarriages, babies, pregnancy, depressing themes
Music to go along with it: Obliviate (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows sountrack), The Stone Table (Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack).


                                                   I see the Flames

Golden, blue, and purple danced before her eyes in a weird dream like haze. Lyria had used almost all of her magic trying to fight off the mountain men, she could feel that starched dryness of the supernatural well. Or perhaps it was the fire they had set to Rowan’s and her’s precious cabin. Either way, it no longer mattered, her magic was gone. It was disconcerting, she had never had it drain before. She could no longer as easily feel the forest breathing around her, feel the roots beneath the floor, feel the whispers the flowers carried to her. All she could feel was her aching body, her tears burning her face as they hissed in the hot air.

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anonymous asked:

people here get crucified if they like snape.. i wish people were not so... afraid, i guess, to like villains. it's okay to like a shitty character. they aren't real, it's not like you're out here stanning for someone like hitler or trump who have actually caused damage to society

Snape is such a polarizing figure. That he can be awful and heroic at the same time is what makes him such a great character though. If he were just an awful racist Death Eater he’d be less interesting. If he were a simple case of redemption who turned obviously virtuous he’d be less interesting. But he stays complex.

My feed is filled with Snape fans as well as Snape haters, so I think fandom is pretty diverse. Follow @crmediagal or @snapedefender or @deathdaydungeon for some Snape positive posts.

hopeless-harry  asked:

23 or 30 with mikey pls

I’m gonna do #30 b/c there’s a request for #23 in my inbox. (: 

30. “Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?” 


“Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?”

Michael’s brow is furrowing in confusion. He’s been sitting in home studio for awhile now, headphones on and guitar in his lap. He had only just taken off his headphones to scribble into his notebook when the sound of your voice boomed through the open doorway. 

It’s more tired and exasperated than anything–there’s no real anger behind you words. He knows your week has been long and filled with more things than you had time or energy for. Michael’s watched you do it all, though. He’s in awe, really, how you manage to balance school and work and family and friends. And somehow still have the patience and energy to deal with him and his rowdy group of friends. 

It’s the first time Michael’s ever fallen in love with someone who so whole-heartedly loved him in return. Your voice just sounds so wrecked from where he sits and he remembers you walking out the door without the usual pep in your step this morning. He leaves the song unfinished, places his guitar on the stand and meanders down the hall to find you. 

It occurs to him, though, when he’s halfway to the kitchen that…there isn’t anyone else in the house? And he knows for sure that he hasn’t done anything particularly stupid or reckless or impulsive this week that could piss you off. 

Michael’s turning the corner to the kitchen, but you’re nowhere in sight. “Uh…babe? Are you here?” 

Your arm shoots up, waving at him from where you’re crouched behind the island, “Over here, Mike.”

“What ‘cha doing on the floor?” He peeks over and spots the mess on the floor, now realizing exactly who you had been speaking to. “…Where you talking to Marvin?” 

Marvin’s the cat Michael had brought home a few months ago. 

And this cat hates you. 

“You do know he’s a cat, babe, right? He can’t understand you.” Michael’s laughing now, eyes shut, head tossed back and nose scrunched when you shoot him a look thats a cross between a pout and a glare. 

“Don’t defend him! He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Michael’s tugging you up from the floor, the mess only half clean. He’s still chuckling but it’s hard to be angry at the fact when he just cups your face between his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Why don’t you go take a bath? I’ll clean up here.” 

Shoulders slumping, you nod. You’re actually kind of ready for a moment of downtime and Michael lets you turn to go. 

There’s a quick tap to your ass that makes you jump though and when you toss a raised eyebrow over your shoulder at him, “You should go take that bath and relax a bit before I finish here.” Michael just grins at you. “You’re not going to get a lot of sleep tonight.” 

Well, there’s definitely a pep in your step now. 

A Supportive Friend

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Bree’s Scottish Adventures

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet.

Let me know what you think.

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Evan:
he said
There’s nothing like your smile
Sort of subtle and perfect and real
he said
You never knew how wonderful
That smile could make someone feel

And he knew
Whenever you get bored
You scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans
And he noticed
That you still fill out the quizzes
that they put in those teen magazines

But he kept it all inside his head
What he saw he left unsaid
And though he wanted to
He couldn’t talk to you
He couldn’t find the way

—  Evan Hansen to Connor Murphy
hogwarts!minirookies

Mark;

Now Mark was quite a struggle for the sorting hat. He contained attributes of both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but it seemed that he would go far as a Hufflepuff. This boy would be extremely focused in class, unless his friends were in the same subject as him. Because of that, it’d result into him laughing constantly and little hiccups interrupting the professor. His laugh was cute though, but some people would find it annoying during class.  He’d have a soft spot for animals, concluding his favorite class as Care of Magical Creatures. Mark would also be a natural at Quidditch, even at his young age. He would be a chaser. Now you two would meet as you were a new student at Hogwarts. In one of your classes, you’d be trying to focus but would be interrupted by Mark’s giggle. Annoyed, you turned back and met with his face, red and out of breath. Mark would stop as he saw you and blush which then lead to your friendship.

Jaemin;

Jaemin would be placed into Ravenclaw quickly, for his bright mind and witty personality. He would be pretty popular for his friendly nature. Girls would fawn over him constantly though Jaemin would never care. During his free times he’d decide to duel some of the first-years. Would that be fair? No, not really. He’d be the top of his class in Divination, which would make him extremely proud since it was such a hard class. Jaemin would be close friends with some Hufflepuffs not wanting to be friends with Ravenclaws since he doesn’t like being one-upped in conversations. Jaemin would be pretty good at flying but wouldn’t prefer to play Quidditch since he’d rather cheer for his team instead. For one exam, you realized you had a higher score than Jaemin did in one class. He didn’t really enjoy the constant bragging from you but you two decided to build a friendship from there.

Jeno;

Jeno would be sorted into Gryffindor due to his extreme determination and courage. Now this boy would be pretty quiet during class, probably dozing off in the back with his cloak covering him. Muggle studies would be his favorite class since he’d be fascinated how Muggles would live their everyday life. “Cars? How come they don’t have brooms? Gosh, they’re boring.” “Mobile games? Do they have nothing else to do with their life?” Jeno would be pretty into Quidditch, buying the latest hot new broom as soon as it came out. He’d be placed on the team as a Keeper. You’d be helping him understand that cars come in different variations and that not all muggles are boring. “Muggles don’t have screaming plants. Of course, they’re boring.”

Donghyuck;

This boy would immediately be put in Slytherin, being startled how loud the hat belted out “Slytherin!” right away. He isn’t exactly like a stereotypical Slytherin though. He gets quite annoyed about those stereotypes though. Donghyuck would have thick square glasses that he would pull down every time someone said something something offensive to him only to be struck by one of his famous comebacks. He’d take a real interest for his potions class. There would be textbooks filled with recipes lying all over his room. Donghyuck would be one of the best in his house at Quidditch, making him as a Seeker. You’d be pretty impressed by one of his witty comments at this stuck-up bully in your house. You’d confront him about it and take in some of his go-to comebacks that he taught you. Both of you soon became best friends.

Jisung;

Jisung would be new to the world of magic since he was a Muggle-born. A lost boy in Hogwarts, he’d be a first-year. He wouldn’t exactly know what “houses” were except the ones you live in back at his world. Not knowing where to go once a magic hat that was on his head screamed “Hufflepuff!”, he’d quickly shuffle to the table that were clapping and cheering as loud as they could. Jisung would quickly get used to the wizarding world though. You would be one of his first friends, helping him getting adjusted. Since Jisung was still new to magic, he’d be amazed at most of his classes and enjoy learning from them lots. He would have have a special liking for Charms though. “Jisung it’s LeviOsa, not LeviosAR!” He’d be pretty bad at Quidditch though. Jisung would stumble constantly trying to even get on the broom. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it one day Jisung!” Both of you would easily consider yourself as best friends since then and till the years come.