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Commission for @gerdavonrinnlingen of her Sith Warrior Ringa and Quinn’s reunion! Basically a sequel to this :3

Throwing my hat into mermay!

“I don’t think Bucky likes me,” Tony said quietly, watching a crab skitter over his toes.

Steve frowned, looking up from braiding some kelp together. “He likes you, he’s just… Ever since he was attacked by that sea monster, he’s been… suspicious.”

“We were basking and he almost drowned me, Steve,” Tony sighed, then bent down, hand dipping into the water to scoop up a starfish. He flipped it over to look at its mouth. “Not to mention all the times he decides I’ve been hogging you and just… takes you.”

“He’s getting better about that! And he didn’t mean to almost drown you. He didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater!” Steve insisted, and then scowled and smacked the brunet’s hand when he started poking lightly at the starfish’s mouth. “Quit it. You’re freaking it out.”

Tony obediently tossed the starfish back into the water, curling his toes into the sand. “If you say so, Steve.”

Steve sighed. “He is getting better.”

“I believe you,” Tony lied, shifting his feet so the sucker-marks that curled around the back of his left leg weren’t as visible.

Steve noticed anyway, and his face twisted into something terrible. “Tony—ACK!”

“Well,” Tony mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as the blond was yanked under the surface of the water. “At least the noise you make every time doesn’t stop being funny.”

It took several minutes, but eventually, Steve resurfaced. He lifted his hands to shove his wet hair out of his eyes and sighed loudly, annoyed. “Sorry. Bucky, say you’re sorry.”

Bucky surfaced so just his eyes were above the water. He glared at Tony suspiciously.

Say you’re sorry,” Steve repeated icily.

Bucky ducked back under the water before popping back out just long enough to blurt out, “Sorry, I guess.” Then he disappeared under the surface again, probably to sulk.

Steve made another annoyed sound and rolled his eyes, then looked up at Tony earnestly. “Listen, okay, we’re friends. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because Bucky gets jealous sometimes. Do you understand that?”

Tony curled his toes in the sand again, nodding. “Yeah.”

“I’m a person and I get to decide who I spend time with. And I wanna spend time with you.”

“Okay,” Tony agreed obediently. He stood. “Would you be offended if I said I have to go now? I have to get ready for a business trip.”

“No,” Steve answered, swimming closer to him. He put his hands on Tony’s shoulders, stretching up, and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you soon.”

“Yup,” Tony agreed. “Won’t be more than a week.”

“’kay.” Steve smiled at him before flopping backward into the water, splashing him.

Tony squealed, skittering backward. “Steve!

“Adorable,” Steve said, grinning at him, then yelped and ducked under the water when Tony threatened to throw a rock at him.

“Jerk!” Tony yelled at the water, but he was smiling.

Steve’s smiling face poked out of the water. “See you in a week!”

Bucky frowned. “Maybe his trip got extended. He said that happened sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Steve mumbled, laying his head on his arms.

Bucky sank in the water so just his eyes were visible, staring balefully at the rocky little cove where Tony always met them—met Steve, anyway. It was going on the third week.

Steve sat up suddenly, turning to scowl at him. “You really hurt him last time, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky muttered, more sincerely than he’d ever said it to Tony’s face. “I didn’t think I had him that tight. I’ll apologize when he comes back.”

Steve wasn’t finished. “He thinks you don’t like him!”

Bucky grimaced. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tony, he just… he just didn’t know how to deal with humans. Especially when Tony had very blatantly stared at his left arm—he was already self-conscious about how it looked, he didn’t need someone judging him for it.

“I’ll apologize when he gets back. For real this time,” he snapped, then ducked under the water petulantly so he couldn’t hear what Steve said next. He curled his tentacles anxiously. He would apologize.

He wouldn’t apologize.

Bucky snarled as he crawled up the beach. Sand was getting in his suckers. He hated dry sand. It was itchy and gross. He was chafing. He hoped Steve appreciated what he was doing! And he hoped that Steve kicked Tony’s ass when he dragged him back down to the beach! Who the hell says ‘I’ll be back in a week’ and then just fucking leaves for six months?!

Tony’s house was locked up tight, but there were lights on.

Bucky muttered to himself and squeezed one of his tentacles through the keyhole, slapping around until the tip of it caught the deadbolt and unlocked it. He fell through the door with a yelp and dull ‘splat’ as his tentacles spread out to try and catch him but didn’t do it fast enough. “God fucking damn it.” He paused when he saw what looked like an aquarium nearby, emptied of fish and water. He sneered at it.

He’d barely crawled his way through the living room when he heard footsteps. He stopped, curling down into the floor, tentacles shifting and changing color to match the wood beneath him.

Tony came stumbling out of a hallway, wild-eyed. “Bucky?!”

Bucky would have asked how he knew it was him, but how many people with tentacles did Tony know? “You said you’d be back in a week,” he said accusingly. “Steve misses you.”

“I miss Steve,” Tony blurted out immediately, looking confused. “But—you should be happy. Because I’m not hogging him anymore? You don’t—you don’t like it when I spend time with Steve.”

…Maybe he would apologize anyway. But only for making Tony think Bucky didn’t like him, not for accidentally hurting him!

“It’s not that I don’t like you spending time with Steve,” Bucky told him icily, and did not expand that he was suspicious anytime Steve spent time away from him. “And anyway that doesn’t matter. He’s been waiting at the cove every week for six months to see you and what—you just couldn’t be bothered?!”

“I can’t,” Tony said, and if Bucky hadn’t been so angry he might have noticed the way the human’s eyes went round with fright.

“You can’t or you’re just tired of us? The novelty wore off of actually knowing mers?” he spat, and waved around at the human’s big ugly house. “What, are you looking for something new now? Something more interesting?”

Tony took a step back, hurt. “It’s not—I want to come see Steve-!”

“Good,” Bucky snapped, reaching out a tentacle to wrap around the brunet’s wrist. “If we leave now he’ll probably be there.”

Tony stumbled a few steps, clawing at the tentacle around his wrist. “No-! Bucky, I can’t—Let me go!”

“Do you know what all you’ve even put Steve through?!” Bucky asked, dragging him out the door and to the stairs carved into the rock leading down to the beach.

“Let me go, Bucky, I—” Tony shuddered as he heard the waves brushing up against the sand, tugging more insistently. “I can’t, I can’t—BUCKY I CAN’T!”

Bucky yelped as Tony tore his wrist free, falling forward, but he caught himself this time. He turned, frowning in confusion, and made a concerned noise when he saw Tony curled up on the ground. He shuffled over to him. Tony was trembling and making the same terrible noise that he’d made when Bucky hadn’t known he couldn’t breathe underwater, like he was drowning. But he couldn’t be drowning, they hadn’t even made it close to the water—

Tony gasped in a big breath, then went back to that terrible wheezing noise.

Bucky began wrapping his tentacles around the man, trying to uncurl him. “Tony, you need to breathe!”

“I can’t-!” Tony choked out, tears clinging to his lashes. “I can’t.

Bucky got the unsettling feeling that Tony wasn’t just talking about being able to breathe.

“They… drowned him?” Steve asked, brows furrowed together in confusion. “But you said he was still alive.”

Bucky held his hands out helplessly. He didn’t really understand the explanation he’d been given. “They drowned him but they made him breathe again afterward?”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky muttered, crossing his arms with a scowl. “I guess they only had him for three months. He tried coming down after he got home because he knew you’d be worried but as soon as he saw the water he… like an anemone, when you scare them? Just—” He gripped his hands together into a ball. “—Schlp. There he went. He did that when I was trying to bring him down.”

Steve’s lips moved silently, copying the noise Bucky had made. “I never would have described anemones like that but okay.”

“You know what I meant,” Bucky snapped.

“Okay, but, how am I supposed to see him if he won’t come down?” Steve asked, frowning, and crossed his arms. “I’m glad he’s okay. …Ish. But I’d still like to see it with my own eyes.”

Bucky did not say that seeing him with his own eyes probably wouldn’t help him decide that Tony was okay. Instead, he silently held up the three buckets he’d dragged down the stairs with him.

“…What… what are you even planning with this?” Steve asked suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to carry me, are you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can’t carry you; we’ll both fall down the stairs. But I can keep you wet. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?”

Steve turned to squint at the carved stone steps. “…If you keep me wet enough, I should be able to.” He yelped when Bucky immediately threw one of the buckets of water on him. “I’M NOT OUT OF THE WATER YET YOU ASSHOLE.”

“I’m practicing.”

Steve was tempted to tackle him into the sand because he knew how much Bucky hated getting sand in his tentacles but he was too worried about Tony to follow through.

“Oh,” Tony said, hopeful and sad all at once.

Steve looked up from where he was sprawled out on the wood floor in a large puddle. “Sorry about your floor.”

“What are you—That’s not going to be comfortable!” Tony exclaimed when he noticed Bucky dumping a bucket of water into the empty aquarium.

“Well he’s gotta stay wet somehow,” Bucky reasoned. Steve wasn’t like Bucky, who could do well out of water for a time because of his slimy mucus. His scales and gills dried out. His chest was already heaving with effort.

“What happened to your wrist?” Steve asked, concerned.

Tony moved to hide his wrist behind his back, then stopped. It was too late anyway. He looked down at his wrist, frowning, and rubbed the bruises from Bucky’s suckers gently. “Bucky was trying to take me to see you. I—I panicked. I couldn’t get the right words out and I couldn’t say the right thing. So I just. Um. Yanked.”

Steve held his hands out and made a quiet noise when the brunet obediently offered him his arm, thumb trailing over the little round bruises. “Ouch.”

“It didn’t hurt that bad,” Tony insisted.

“Yeah, because you were a little busy trying to breathe,” Bucky muttered.

“ACK!” Steve exclaimed when Bucky’s tentacles wrapped around him and lifted him off the floor.

Tony couldn’t help a smile. “That’s never not going to be funny.”

Steve yelped as he was dropped into the aquarium. It was true—it wasn’t comfortable. His tail curled up at the end awkwardly and the glass dug in under his armpits. Still, he already felt better with his tail submerged, and he felt almost normal when he splashed water on his gills. He accepted the bucket Bucky handed him and shoved his head into it, taking a few deep breaths so he could wet the insides of his gills as well.

When he pulled his head back out, he saw Tony hadn’t moved, and was instead chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “…Even this amount of water bothers you?” Steve asked sadly.

“I can’t, um—I can’t even shower,” Tony admitted quietly, shoulders hunching with shame. “I just. Use a damp washcloth. To get clean.”

“It’s not your fault they made you fear the water,” Steve insisted when the brunet’s shoulders hunched even more.

Bucky couldn’t help but curl a tentacle over Tony’s shoulders, he looked so sad. “Yeah, that’s on them. Any human would be afraid of the water after drowning.” When the human didn’t look convinced, he grumbled and muscled him down to coil the rest of his tentacles around him.

Tony let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I’ve seen porn like this.”

“Well, if you want me to fuck you with my sperm tentacle, you have to say please.” Bucky smirked when the human choked. “And then don’t be mad about the mess. I know Steve was mad the first time I came in him.”

“It was slimy and everywhere!” Steve exclaimed indignantly. “And inky. Oh my God. You stained my scales. The other mers laughed at me all week!”

Tony giggled again, flustered. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “This asshole wasn’t even sorry!”

“Why would I be sorry? Everyone could see that you were mine.” Bucky loosened up his hold on Tony when he felt him relaxing. “Plus it’s not like I’m the filthy one here. You’re the one that asked me to ink on your face while we were above water.”

“Shut up!” Steve shrieked, flushing pink, and shoved his head back into the bucket.

“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t want you to think he’s a deviant,” Bucky whispered, smirking.

Tony tilted his head. “Is he? A deviant, I mean.”

“Well, octo- or squid-mers and fish-mers are kind of odd couples. We’ve been more accepted in recent years,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “The older folks might think he’s deviant. I don’t know why. Who would willingly pass up tentacles? I can have one in his mouth, one wrapped around his dick, and another inside his—”

“Yup,” Tony cut in quickly, squirming. “I can see how the older generation would find that deviant.”

Bucky looked at one of his tentacles, twisting it this way and that. “Also the texture is way different than a dick. It’s squishy. I mean, I squeezed it through your keyhole.”

“Yeah, I saw the video, that was kinda gross not gonna lie.”

Steve lifted his head from the bucket. “Yeah, it takes a little getting used to, but Bucky’s really good with them.”

Tony buried his face in his hands. “Can we talk about literally anything else because I didn’t actually plan for that to be anything but a joke.”

“A shame,” Bucky sighed. “But if you ever change your mind—”

“I’ll let you know,” Tony squeaked, cutting him off.

They eventually got Tony to be willing to come close to the aquarium after a couple weeks. But that might have mostly been because it took Bucky a hell of a lot more effort to carry a fresh bucket of water to Steve to breathe through.

“I’ll probably never be able to approach the waterline again,” Tony admitted miserably instead of accepting their praise. “Just thinking about it—”

“Hey, no, that’s fine,” Steve hurried to say. “You bought a bigger tank just for me. I don’t mind coming up here. Especially since you rigged that basket so we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore.”

“Not that Steve actually minded the stairs,” Bucky added in a drawl. “‘Buck, look at my triceps! Buck, look at my shoulders!’ I wanted to push him down the stairs but he would have just crawled back up saying ‘extra reps!’”

Steve stared at him, disappointed. “Why must you constantly embarrass me in front of Tony?”

“I think your biceps are amazing, Steve,” Tony offered.

Steve pointed in Bucky’s face smugly. “HA.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Bucky exclaimed, betrayed. “I have to go home with this guy! I hear enough of him being a smug asshole without you helping!”

“…I find it hard to believe that you are not also a smug asshole,” Tony said after thinking it over. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be friends.”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it thoughtfully. “…Well. You’re not wrong, I suppose.”

“The sex is good too,” Steve added helpfully. “I’d stay for the sex.”

Tony snorted. “A ringing endorsement.”

Steve hummed, smiling, and ducked his face into the bucket to wet his gills before he sat back up. “Would you ever get in the aquarium with me?”

Tony’s grip immediately tightened around the glass, knuckles going white. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to ground himself as his breath caught in his throat. Steve would have touched his hand, but he was wet and he didn’t want to make it worse for Tony.

Bucky frowned, concerned. “Hey, you don’t have to get into the aquarium. Steve was just wondering. I mean you made really good progress already, you can stand next to it!”

“I just… I really miss hugging you, is all,” Steve admitted quietly.

Tony’s hands were shaking, but he eventually wheezed out, “I can try.”

When Tony curled up on the ground trying to wheeze in a breath after trying, Bucky’s tentacles curled around him, Steve gaped at him. “I didn’t believe you.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me about this?!” Bucky snapped.

Steve curled his hands into a ball. “Schlp. There he went.”

Bucky’s lips twitched with the want to smile, but this was really not the time to laugh.

Tony did eventually get in the tank with him. There was barely enough water to keep Steve’s tail damp, but Tony was already shaking when Steve wrapped his arms around him, so he didn’t say anything. He’d missed this—Tony always felt perfect in his arms. He ignored how slight and fragile Tony felt, ignored the thought that maybe Tony didn’t eat enough or was so anxious all the time living by the ocean that he could hardly keep food down. Instead he curled his arms tighter around him and lifted his tail so Tony’s pants stopped soaking up the minuscule amounts of water, so he’d stay drier.

“’m sorry,” Tony mumbled into his shoulder. “I used to be able to swim. Now I can barely sit in an inch of water.”

Bucky curled his tentacles over the side of the tank. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault that other people hurt you.”

Steve stroked a hand through his hair. “Besides, this is fine. I… was starting to think I might never see you again.” He pressed his nose into Tony’s hair and took a deep whiff. He still smelled the same, human scents that Steve couldn’t name that made up a scent purely Tony. “I don’t know what I thought had happened to you, to be honest.”

“Whatever you think of will probably never be as bad as what actually happened,” Tony croaked, shivering.

No, Steve and Bucky agreed silently. They supposed not.

They got Tony up to three inches of water. He still trembled with fear, but seemed to do alright if he was clutching onto Steve or if Bucky had his tentacles wrapped around him.

“You know we’d never let anything happen to you, right?” Bucky asked one night. “I know I was an asshole when we first met—I didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater. But after I learned that you couldn’t, I wouldn’t have let you drown.”

“Yeah, you’d just grip him too tight,” Steve muttered into Tony’s shoulder. The bruises around his wrist had healed, but here were still some vaguely sucker-shaped prints on the back of his left leg.

Bucky glared at him. “What if I just wrapped one of my tentacles around your neck?”

Tony giggled just a touch hysterically. “It’s hard to focus on being scared when you two are bickering like an old married couple.”

“We wouldn’t survive marriage,” Bucky said. “Or, well. Steve wouldn’t survive marriage. Because I’d murder him.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t murder you, huh?!” Steve exclaimed, clutching Tony tighter. “Tony could be my new husband then!”

Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. I’ve seen the way he looks at my tentacles—”

“—With terror?”

“—With curiosity,” the brunet added, glaring at him. “I bet he’d love to have my tentacles in him. Besides, I can survive longer out of the water than you.”

Steve scoffed back at him. “Please. Tony could make a nice big tank for me. And even if he didn’t, I’d figure something out.” He gave the human a pat on the butt, making him squeak in surprise. “My husband would need me, after all.”

“You guys are too much,” Tony giggled, hiding his face in Steve’s neck.

“I think we’re just enough,” Steve teased, smiling, because the brunet had stopped trembling as much. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll let you know when I’m going to kill Bucky so you can at least say goodbye.”

“What!” Bucky squawked indignantly.

Steve tilted his head. “Although you really should try out the tentacles at least once before he dies. It is certainly something.”

“Listen you piece of shit,” Bucky began, crawling up the side of the tank and looming over the blond. “If anyone is getting murdered here it’s gonna be you for your smart mouth!”

“Boop,” Steve said, poking his nose, because he was ridiculously unafraid of everything.

Bucky snarled. “Steve!

Tony threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Even though he really missed the sound Steve made every time Bucky yanked him under the surface out of jealousy, he much preferred this bickering to Bucky mulishly glaring at him from under the water.

“That’s it,” Bucky snapped, and then Tony yelped as a pair of tentacles wrapped under his arms and lifted him from the tank. “This is mine now.”

“Noooo Bucky come on!” Steve whined, making grabby hands.

Bucky dumped an empty bucket onto his head with a clang.


Tony laughed again. “I missed that noise.”

“I will make sure he makes that noise often,” Bucky promised, cradling the brunet in his tentacles. He smiled smugly at Steve when the blond pushed the bucket up and glared at him balefully. “It’s the same one he made when I first penetrated him.”

Steve slung the bucket at Bucky’s head with an angry screech. “Stop embarrassing me!

Bucky tipped backward from the force, stunned. “Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!

Steve reached out to try and grab Tony back. “He was mine first!”

“Hey!” Tony laughed as he was tugged up against the tank, but Bucky’s tentacle around his waist held fast. “Come on, I’m a person! I only belong to me!”

“…No,” Steve and Bucky told him, then began tugging again.

Tony squawked, then went back to laughing. “You guys are impossible!”

“Tenacious,” Steve corrected, giving a mighty tug that brought his feet up off the ground.

“Yeah, that,” Bucky agreed, then jerked back, more tentacles flying up to wrap around Tony for a better grip.

The squabble eventually ended with Steve and Bucky violently making-out in the tank. Tony clutched his chest because those kisses looked like they hurt.

(They did hurt, but just the right amount, he learned later.)

A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

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Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 2] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by daegil

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: A lil fluffy

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11}

A/N: This one is also kinda slow, but the next one is when things get real dramatic and amazing. I’m excited to share it! Honestly I was gonna post this last week. Sorry for procrastinating. 

P.S. I really love G Dragon’s outfit on him. Like I don’t usually like suspenders but seriously, it looks amazing. Plus I’m a sucker for his dark hair.

Not my gif

~ Admin Brooklyn


15 years later

   Music was blasting as you worked on your final essay of your high school career. You were calmly working on it now. Unlike your usual routine to put it off until the last minute resulting in all-nighters, coffee, monster drinks, and some tears. You had a steady pace going for your essay until a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

   “I cannot believe you are actually getting that done a whole week before it’s due.” A teasing voice called you. You look up and smile at Ji Yong quietly leaning against your doorframe. He smiled back and walked in your room. Your room never seemed to change from the first time you two met, the same wall color, the same bed, and the same stuffed animals in the corner. All but that stuffed puppy he gave you. It seemed to rest itself next to your bed, claiming its own solitary corner. You scooted over on the bed, shifting to another comfortable position as Ji Yong lay down next to you.

   “I’m sorry that I want my last essay of high school to be good.” You say back, going back to your work. He stared at you, studying the way your lip curled as you went back to focusing on your work.

   “When do you leave?” He asked, pulling out his phone. You stopped typing and looked down.

   “I have to be there a week after the graduation ceremony.” Your voice was quiet, almost washed away by the music that blasted through the small speaker she had. He looked up at her and frowned.

   “Two weeks. You’re leaving in two weeks?” He asked you. You nodded your head and frowned at him. “I’m sorry Yongie.”

   “Why did you have to pick a medical career?” He groaned, rolling onto you for more dramatic effect. A small laugh left your lips as he rolled onto your lap. He faced away from you. You ran a hand through his dark hair repeatedly, immediately relaxing him.

   “I’m sorry that I don’t have a family business like you do.” You say. He stiffens. You notice this, but you continue to run your hand through his hair, continuing to relax him. “You never have told me what your job is.”

   “You’ll find out later.” His voice was steady, never breaking a strong sense of conviction that was inherited from his father. He always got this way when he talked about his work, especially around you. You never understood why, but every time you tried to mention it, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes get dark and his face goes emotionless, so you usually don’t bring up the subject.

   “Oooooo. Look at the lovebirds.” Your younger brother whined. You looked up from Ji Yong and saw him at your door frame. You glared at him before turning, pushing Ji Yong off your lap in the process. You grabbed a pillow, then threw it at your brother, who just laughed and walked away. Ji Yong watched your brother as he walked away.

   “Why the hell would someone want a younger brother? Was one child not enough?” You muttered under your breath, turning back to your laptop to work. Ji Yong set his head on your lap once again, leaving you to do your work. He was on his phone while you were working on your essay, silently sitting together and listening to the music playing from your speaker.


   “Good luck in college. Do well and don’t do any drugs or anything that could hurt you okay?” Your mother scolded you. You nodded your head, smiling at her. “I know mom this is what the sixth time you’ve told me.”

   “I’m just worried.” She gave you a small smile, before pulling you into a hug. Currently, everyone was outside. Your bags were packed and sitting your friend’s car, ready to take you off to college. You pulled away and smiled at your mother. You turned to look at your dad who looked down at the ground. You sent him a small smile anyways, before turning to your little brother. You pulled him into a hug, and he groaned in return.

“I’ll miss you, little bro. Good luck with your first year of high school.” His arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you back tightly. You smile into the hug then pull away. You wait for a second and then look at your mom. She looked at you with a sad smile and shook her head.

“Time to go.” Your friend called. You nodded your head then headed towards the car. Ji Yong said he would be here, but he didn’t show up. Frowning to yourself you opened the door to your friends’ car and sat down.  A small pout had formed on your lips and your friend smiled softly at you. You closed the door and your friend started the car. She pulled out of the drive away, and you watched from the window as she drove away. Your parents seemed to get smaller.

“It’s just four years. You’ll see them again and that scary guy you like so much.” You chuckled at their words and shook your head.

“Ji Yong isn’t scary.” (Y/F/N) gave you a look and you laughed once again. “You’re right, though, it’s just four years. What could happen?”

malec fics i’ll never write but want to read....
  • 5 times they spend the night on the couch, 1 time they go out (and decide to never leave the couch again)
  • where magnus needs alec to rescue him constantly because people finally figure out that all they have to do is bind magnus’ hands the right way for his powers not to work. magnus is annoyed at being bound and kidnapped again. and alec would take this all a bit more seriously if the people attempting to take magnus were in any way competent. (or where magnus really does have a weakness but no one with intelligence wants to take the risk of pissing off the high warlock of brooklyn and his shadowhunter boyfriend)
  • magnus has a stack of ancient texts to read. alec needs to catch up on paperwork. sharing an office may be the best bad idea they’ve ever had
  • magnus and alec go on a double date with simon and raphael. simon books them in two escape rooms - competing against each other. only one couple will be the victor
  • alec is on a beach vacation with his family. desperate to be alone for even a few hours, alec rents a paddleboard and is caught up in a storm. the driving winds take him in the opposite direction of his rental house and directly to magnus’ door
  • clary creates a rune that makes alec fall asleep - for 16 years
  • jace wants to go skydiving. alec can’t let his parabatai go without him. magnus can’t let alec go without him. izzy won’t let any of them go without getting this all on video
  • there’s a blackout in NYC. alec remembers his neighbor across the hall always seems to be bringing home cartons of candles. alec has food he can trade for light. knocking on his gorgeous neighbor’s door to make a formal offer is only logical. a matter of survival, really. alec undoing a few of the buttons on his shirt as he crosses the hall? that’s only because the blackout has also come on the hottest day of the year
  • izzy sees what’s happening between magnus and alec and starts to write it all down (malec through izzy’s eyes)
  • magnus bane is a famous magician in las vegas. alec lightwood is a respected antique weapons dealer. alec has a sword. magnus needs a sword. it starts as a negotiation and ends up as one big magical innuendo
  • alec challenges magnus not to use magic. magnus challenges alec not to frown. one week. penalties are wracked up. sides are taken. hilarity ensues
  • trivial pursuit. monopoly. sorry. game night becomes a thing in the lightwood-bane household
  • shadowhunters magnus and alec decide they need to get away. au magnus and alec decide to take a vacation. both couples end up sunning themselves in the same dimension. when malec meets malec all bets are off
  • magnus always shows up flawlessly put together, but lately he’s been leaving the institute with his hair a bit askew. alec’s hair is a mess from the moment he wakes up, collecting tree branches and various detritus when he goes out on missions, but now he’s also coming home sprinkled in glitter? (ie, where magnus and alec’s relationship is revealed because of messy hair)
  • title - the magnus phase
  • never engage a warlock in a pillow fight (even if you are a highly trained demon hunter)
  • magnus always knew he’d have to take over the family business someday. on his first night as death™ he’s sent to take the life of one alexander lightwood–and alec doesn’t take kindly to magnus’ arrival. but magnus will have literal hell to pay if he doesn’t bring alec’s soul back with him. “darling,” magnus said to the stunning man holding an enchanted knife to his neck. “please behave. I’m just trying to make a living.” (or the one where magnus and alec rewrite the paradigm of life and death)

anonymous asked:

Can I request a jimon first kiss au to heal my broken heart?? Seriously that was so sad I loved it but I just...., need something to make my heart not hurt 😭

THIS IS LIKE FOUR DAYS LATE IM SO SORRY I WAS RLLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL anyway here u go some first kiss fluff!!

Simon is drunk. It’s his birthday, he’s out with his friends, and he’s very, insanely, spectacularly drunk.

Speaking of said friends, Simon musses, as he bounces back from the bar to the spot they previously occupied, he seems to have lost literally every single one of them. He glances around, clutching his glass between his hands, but no sign of any of them anywhere.

“That’s unfortunate,” Simon tells the faceless mass of people in front of him. They don’t respond.

Simon bounces around in that spot for a bit, hoping his friends will magically come back to him, but it appears they have disappeared forever. Well. Okay. This birthday is shaping up to be a little less fun then it was an hour before this.

He starts moving then, bouncing through the crowd in hopes of finding his friends, but the only person he finds is Jace. Who is not really a friend, but it is someone Simon knows and that’s at least something, so Simon makes his way over to him.

“JACE!” He yells excitedly over the music. Jace turns around and frowns.

“Simon,” Jace says, “What the hell is in your hair.”

Simon reaches up to touch his hair and finds the tiara Clary placed in it hours before still there. “It’s my birthday!” He yells, like that explains everything. In his head it kind of does. “Well, not really, though,” he adds, and frowns. “Next week is my birthday. But Clary can’t go next week so we’re celebrating it now. Speaking of Clary, have you seen her?”

Jace looks slightly constipated. Simon isn’t bothered by that, though. Mostly because that is how Jace always looks at him. Simon reaches out his hand and pokes him in the cheek. Jace looks even more disgruntled by that. “I have not,” Jace says, answering Simon’s question. Simon, who had momentarily forgotten what he had even asked because we was too busy staring at Jace’s nose, frowns.

“Your nose is pretty,” he informs Jace.

Jace pulls a face, “Thank you.” When Simon promptly topples over into Jace’s chest, Jace adds, “I think it is time for you to go home.”

“Can’t,” Simon mumbles, mostly into Jace’s chest. “Is my birthday.” He’s pretty sure Jace doesn’t hear him, though, since he just hauls Simon back on his feet and starts leading him towards the exit.

“Come on,” He says, “I’ll take you home and text Clary.”

And then suddenly they’re outside, and Jace has disappeared, and Simon is hugging a lamp post. When Jace reappears, he sighs, “Let go of the lamp post, Simon.”

“I made a friend,” Simon tells him, and then promptly forgets all about said friend when Jace hands him a strawberry milkshake. “You are the love of my life,” he says, and Jace honestly isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or the milkshake.

The walk home is surprisingly uneventful, but when they reach Simon’s front door, milkshake abandoned in a trash can along the way, Simon suddenly leans in to kiss Jace.

“No,” Jace says, firmly and deliberately pushing Simon away.

Simon frowns at him. “But I thought, like, the milkshake? And the walking home? And that weird constipated look on your face?”

“Yeah,” Jace confirms. “Yeah, I do, but. Not when you’re like this, Simon. Not when you are too pissed to even stand.”

“Oh,” Simon says, and then promptly turns around to march up the steps to his apartment.

“What are you doing?!” Jace yells after him, slightly confused.

“The faster I get to sleep the faster it’ll be morning the faster I’ll be sober the faster I’ll be able to kiss you!” Simon yells back, all in one breath. It’s pretty impressive for someone who is trying to stick his key into the doorbell instead of the lock.

Jace laughs, helps him into the house (and eventually into bed) and leaves, a smile ghosting on this lips all the way home.

(The next morning, or well, the next afternoon, he’s awoken by Simon sprinting into his bedroom, jumping on his bed, loudly announcing “I AM SOBER” as he kisses Jace full on the mouth.)

May 8 - 2017 Edition!

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

Happy birthday to the girl on fire! To celebrate, here is the annual update to my story, May 8!

Also available on AO3 and FFN.

Summary: The Mockingjay’s birthday has been declared a national holiday.

“What?” I nearly shout, clutching the paper tightly in both hands.

From the table, Peeta looks up from a drawing he’s been working on for the last hour. “Hmm?” he asks absentmindedly. I don’t answer, still too absorbed in the letter to process a response. This, ironically, captures Peeta’s full response as he forgets the drawing on the table. “Katniss, what is it?” he asks more urgently.

I didn’t even know how to begin to respond. “They… they’re turning my birthday into a national holiday. In honor of me.” Finally, I manage to tear my eyes away to look at him.

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Let Me Love You pt. 2

Originally posted by sehunlays

Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Description: You realize just before you consultation who Baekhyun really is.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting around your room. The smell was so delicious that you thought it was coming from a dream until you felt a soft kiss to your forehead. 

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Sleeping Fires

The missing scene between Helion and Lucien. (contains spoilers for ACOWAR)
Rating: T
Words: 5k+

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Only Us (Part Six)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1947

Warning(s): Swearing, parental neglect 

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  

“How dare you!” I heard my mother yell as I entered our apartment. Her and my Dad were fighting…again. I shut the door walking to the kitchen where the yelling occurred. Just to my luck I had to walk through the kitchen to get to my bedroom. Curse our damn small apartment.

“Oh shut up.” My dad mumbled. “It’s not like it means anything.” I ran my hands through my hair trying to walk past them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” My mom glared at me.

“I live here.” I mumbled. She glared at me shaking her head.

“You know Will, the worst thing we ever did was make her.” She glared at me as tears sprung in my eyes. That always hurt. I turned walking toward my room used to the verbal abuse they always inflicted on me. I stopped when I saw my door wide open. That never happened. I always locked it. I slowly walked into the room tears falling from my face as I saw the destruction that littered all over the floor. I closed the door locking it again quickly walked toward my bookshelf finding my favorite opening it to find all my money gone. No. I thought paging through it quickly. No no no no. That was all of my money. My eyes squeezed shut and I through the book across the room my head falling into my hands.

“Woah.” I heard a familiar muffled voice from my window. I looked up to find Spiderman outside my building looking inside the room. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asked panic in his voice. My eyes locked with his covered face.

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Bath Bomb Love

“No,” Y/N shook her head as Joe opened his mouth to say something, “I just got home. It’s been a long day, I want to get out of these clothes, grab a glass of wine, and do nothing. So please, just, no.”

He closed his mouth, nodding while she walked past, brushing her lips across his cheek on the way up to his bedroom.

Frowning, he knew he had to do something to make her night a little better, and that was when Joe remembered the bath bombs his sister had sent him home with the other week. His frown was quickly replaced with a smile as he headed for the bathroom, knowing exactly what his girlfriend needed.

“Please, can I just go lay in bed?” Y/N sighed ten minutes later when he lead her back downstairs.

“You’ll get to relax, love, trust me.” He smiled over his shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze.


“Trust me.” He spun around, kissing her quickly, silencing any other comment she could possibly make. With a small smile on her lips, she nodded, allowing him to lead her to the bathroom.

When he pushed open the door, revealing his little plan, Joe felt a small burst of pride at the light gasp that came from the woman standing next to him.

“Oh, Joe…” She spun around to face him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

The smile on her face disappeared quickly, and Joe’s entire body filled with shock, his mind frozen.

“Uhm, I mean…I just…” Y/N stumbled over her words, looking at him, waiting for a reaction, but he couldn’t get his brain to work with his mouth, and no words came out.

Instead, he just cleared his throat, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and then turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Well done, Sugg. He scolded himself silently, walking into the living room and falling onto the couch with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.

He had messed up, big time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t share similar feelings to her, because Joe did care deeply for her, and as he lay there thinking about his reaction over and over again, he realized that he actually did love her.

Now he just had to get the words out.

And hope that his girlfriend didn’t hate him.

He waited until she stepped out of the bathroom, tugging at the edge of the shirt she had thrown on, her body looking more relaxed than earlier, but her eyes showed the hurt she was trying to hide.


“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have said it. Stupid, really. Anyways, I’m just going to grab my stuff and head out. Sorry.”

“I love you too!” He blurted out, hand reached out to grab her arm. Y/N turned back towards him slowly, and he stepped closer, taking her hands in his gently. “I love you so much, and I should have said it the moment you said it to me. But I’m stupid and froze because I couldn’t believe that someone as amazing as you would love someone like me. I love you so much that I used my favourite bath bomb on you!” He offered her a teasing smile at that, to show he was joking.

“I love you, Y/N. And I’m not letting you leave her until you realize that I’m not just saying it because you did, but because it is how I honestly feel. It just, you know, took me a little longer to say it.”

He shifted on his feet, waiting for a response, but he never expected her to start giggling.

“I just admitted my feelings for you, and you laugh?”

“How many guys willingly admit to having a favourite bath bomb?”

“Oh, right, well…”

“One of the many things I love about you, Joe.” Y/N told him, reaching up to kiss him.

“Want me to list off some of my reasons for loving you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, to start…”

Scratch - Part 5 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: Y’all are lucky that I’ve already written most of this story because I normally don’t post on weekends.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯,

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“You have to keep your wrist straight,” I tell Wanda. I stood behind the punching bag holding it in place while Wanda practice her form.

“I know,” I mumbled throwing a few more punches.

“Then why aren’t you doing it,” I ask letting go of the bag and stepping around it.

“Because I can protect myself without having to get physical.”

“You should still learn some self defense,” I sigh. “It doesn’t hurt to know how to correctly throw a punch.”

Wanda glares at me, but lets me teacher her.

Almost an hour later Steve walked into the training room with a towel thrown over his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand.

“I think I’m done for today,” Wanda takes a step back and begins to take off her gloves.

“Fine,” I say. “But we will be having lessons at least three times a week.”

Wanda frowns, but mumbles as quick ‘fine’ before leaving the training room.

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josh dun x reader

Summary: Two moments between you and Josh, both on autumn days

Word count: 261

Originally posted by cottoncandyjoshdun

 “Josh?” You asked calmly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The cool autumn air caused your cheeks to turn pink, and strands of your hair to curl around your face. The trees waved lightly, the vibrant leaves fluttering before a few break off of their branches and gracefully fall to the pavement. His neon hair fluttered around his forehead.

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A Little Show*



You’ve been really busy with your work for the past couple of weeks which meant you hadn’t paid much attention to your boyfriend. 

Joe walked from room to room around your shared flat making sure not to bother you except when he was able to steal a quick kiss before he disappeared into his office to do his own work, but other than that, he left you alone. 

You loved how understanding Joe was, but you couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about how little of time you had spent with Joe in the past few weeks. To be completely honest, you didn’t even know what he’s been doing. The two of you would only talk at night after you pulled together enough strength to walk your tired body up the stairs and into bed, but even then, Joe only asked how you were doing. 

He spent a lot of time in his office so you thought that he was filming, editing and uploading loads of videos. 

You were sat at the kitchen table, your laptop propped up and paper scattered everywhere. You decided to take a break from work and see what you boyfriend had been up to this week. You pulled up his vlogging channel and frowned when the last video uploaded was from last week, same with his gaming channel. 

Closing your laptop, you stood up and made your way over to the office. You pushed open the door, not bothering to knock as you though he would be engulfed in a game.

“Hey love” Joe said spinning around after seeing you in the reflection of his monitors. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked noticing that his monitors all were off but his laptop was up, the YouTube home page on display.

“Just catching up at some videos. Hows your work coming along?” He said opening his arms, signally for you to walk over to him. 

“Stressful. I decided to take a break and watch one of your videos but you haven’t uploaded yet this week.” You frowned up at him after you sat down on his lap. 

“Yeah I know, I’ve been getting loads of tweets about it. I just don’t know what to do. I can’t film gaming videos because Oli isn’t around and I’m still waiting for new episodes of The Walking Dead to come out and I can’t vlog because your busy and I don’t want to bother you.” Joe leaned his head down on your shoulder. “I just really bored and don’t know what to do.”

“Well you know,” you said lifting his head off your shoulder, “I do need a break so we could do something for a while.”

“Something like what?” 

“I have an idea” You said moving yourself over to his laptop and pulling up his Bedtime playlist on Spotify. You hit play, the eerie noises from the beginning of High For This by The Weeknd playing through the speakers. You turned around and kissed Joe quickly before getting up off his lap and turning him around in the chair so he was now facing you. 

“What are you doing?” Joe questioned as he watched you swayed to the music, your finger tips lifting up the hem of your shirt slightly. 

You ignored his question while lifting your shirt higher and higher before pulling it off of your head and tossing it to the floor beside you. 

“Have you never had a lap dance before Sugg?” You said walking over to him and placing another kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away, watching Joe chase your lips as you turned around moving your body to the music. You felt Joe’s cold finger tips wrap themselves around your waist as your continued to dance for him. You pulled your hair out of the pony tail you had thrown it up into earlier and you let your locks cascade down to your shoulders. You sat yourself down on Joe, wiggling your bum over his crotch already feeling something that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. 

You ground yourself on him for a little while long before getting off of him and walking back to the middle of the room. You turned back around, your hands moving down your body slowly until the reached the button of your jeans. You unbuttoned and unzipped them to the beat of the song before turning back around and sticking your bum out as you removed your jeans just as slow. 

You heard Joe let out a small moan as you came back up, flipping your hair back behind you. You slowly walked back over to Joe, your hands hovering over his crotch slightly before moving to pull his shirt up and over his head. His hands were back on your waist before traveling down to squeeze your bum. You straddled Joe’s lap, your clothed core hover just above the tent in his jeans. You started rocking your hips back and forth to the beat of the next song that had come on but it was quickly forgotten when Joe reached his hand behind your back to unclasped your bra. You let your head fall back while you still continued to grind your core against him as his hands and mouth found your breast.

You let out a small moan as you felt yourself become wetter as Joe’s mouth moved up to your collar bones and up to your neck. 

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum” Joe moaned against your skin.

Shivers were sent over your body as the slight growl in his voice filled your ears. Normally would you stop teasing him at this point but today you didn’t feel like stopping. You wanted this break that you decided to take from your work to last a while longer plus the thought of him punishing you for making him cum in his pants turned you on. 

You continued to grind down on his crotch while Joe sucked on your neck, being sure to leave a make that will be hell to try and cover up tomorrow. You let out a moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. 

“Fuck Y/N” Joe growled lowly as he pulled away from your neck, leaning his head against the back of his chair, his eyes screwing shut. 

He was on the brink, you could tell, so you picked up the pace of the movements of your hips while apply more pressure which only made you moan out. Joe’s hand moved around your hips again and held you down, apply even more pressure as moans were leaving his mouth. 

“You close babe?” You smiled before letting out a moan yourself. 

All Joe could do was nod his head before the grip on your hips tightened and you felt his twitch from underneath you. 

“Y/N” Joe moaned out as his orgasm shook through his body which only caused yours to the same, a loud moan leaving your own lips.

You stopped the motion of your hips and let your head fall to the crook of Joe neck as you two came down from your highs. 

“Do you have to go back to your work?” Joe asked rubbing your back. 

“I guess I could take a little longer of a break” you said moving to look at him. 

“Good because you just made me cum in my pants” Joe said as you got off of his lap watching as he stood up and removed his jeans. 

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about that?” You teased before turning to run out of the room when Joe lunged for you .

A Bughead Drabble

Slight warnings again: Smut again because I’m trying to get some practice in. Also, this is for Mother’s Day, this is a warning because I don’t know. Bughead in a parenting situation. Don’t read if you hate parents! lol

I can feel it in the back of my throat.

I feel the numbness in my veins.

The quiet-loud running through the room, barely moving.

We were barely moving, I can feel it in my skin.

Crawling and eating at me.

Yelling in my face, quick flicks of a fist against my cheeks.

A tingle in my hands, fingertips.

She was calling-clawing at me.

I want her too. I want to call back, smooth over her.

Just one touch will quit the spinning of my head and I could whisper in her ear, every thing I could do to her, right here, right now in our bed. Against the natural wood floors and hands locking wrists above us.

I needed chaos and loud screaming, scratching of her nails along me, nails trying to dig into the wood. I needed fervour as she repeated my name, over and over and over again. So many times it might feel like my name didn’t belong to me – foreign.


I wanted an escape.

Worry creeps up my back; she has her fingers dancing on my neck, I want to ease into Worry’s touch but I can’t. Worry had been a little quieter than usual this week. Worry had forgotten to eat a couple of meals. Worry smiled briefly at the flowers blooming at the front of our house. Worry tried hard with the kids homework but forgot how to spell ‘simplicity’.

I pull in the air cautiously through my teeth and the vanilla tastes sweet on my tongue. She had taken to wearing lily scented body spray that barely disguised her. She was all vanilla-candy and deep etched frowns this week. She was wearing it well, she often did. My nose hurts a little with the vanilla laced oxygen that makes it feel similar to fire inside of me. I smell like wet trees and dirt.

I focus on the breathing and the fire inside; I let Worry’s fingers keep dancing on my neck and then down across my bare shoulders, I feel her hips knock my backside, over and over again. I inhale, exhale, I let her take the lead. She needs this; I need this. I think I need it more than the oxygen filled with candy.

It’s glowing blue and purple with a little red before dawn. The air feels slick and frosty and smells a  little bit like damp leaves – morning dew.

That was what she was at the moment, all morning dew and a little damp.

I breathe in again, slower, steadier, with more purpose, I feel I could drift off in the comfort of these clinically white sheets and feathered pillows that were so light, just like her touch against my skin as she trails down my spine, nails dancing.

She brings on the thunder, the lightening, the summer sun and almost-morning light. If I were any more stupid, I would believe she created the warmth of laughter and the feeling of acceptance.

I feel the bed shift quickly and before I know it, she’s pushing on my right shoulder, forcing me to move on to my back, she hovers over me.

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Here is the one shot I promised like two weeks ago lol I hope everyone enjoys it!! Please let me know what you’ve thought of it!!

Down The Hall

A story about annoying neighbors, repeating phrases, and the overuse of the word okay.

Thalia would not have known about her new neighbor down the hall if it hadn’t been for his incessant band practice. Every night from ten in the evening to four in the morning there would be a constant banging on the drums, a guitar ringing out of an amp, and someone screeching out a song that wasn’t even good through a microphone. Maybe if there were other tenants in the building they would complain with her to the landlord and then her neighbor would have been kicked out only a day after they moved in, but she was the only other person to live on this floor and the old lady who lived upstairs could barely hear anything with her hearing aids in.

Now this is the fifth night in a row with that insufferable noise and Thalia is very sleep deprived. She had been leaving notes on the door all week begging whoever the hell it is that lives there to either practice somewhere else, or at a more reasonable time, but each night when she arrives home for work she finds her notes crumpled up and in their communal trash can. She would stand this no longer, she decides as she shoves her feet into her pink bunny slippers and ties her yellow robe over her silk pajamas.

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anonymous asked:

An imagine where Theo is having severe ptsd and Liam/Scott/whoever decides he needs to see a therapist, but Theo doesn't want to go to therapy alone.

Your suffering is my command.

He lays on the bed in the dark, cuddled into a pillow, he sniffs as his body shakes with his crying. He presses the pillow closer and clutches it hard as another sob leaves his body. He’s been like this for a full hour now. Stopping and starting, over and over. He doesn’t even know why he is upset for. He has suffered so much before, acted so strong and held himself together, but its times like this when he can’t pretend anymore. He takes a big shaking breath and rubs the wetness of his face, for a little time he falls quiet, his hand stroking the side of the pillow. He sniffs again and closes his eyes, hearing a car driving down the street, the lights shining around the ceiling but he ignores it. He stays there until he falls asleep.

Downstairs Liam watches as Scott places the room, the Alpha looks troubled. Liam knows why.

“What sort of help Liam? Theo doesn’t seem to need our help” Scott reasoned “And, why would he?”

“He needs help” Liam listened to upstairs, but there was no sound of walking coming from the room above. “Scott, it’s the third time this week, and last week he barely slept, he was shouting about his sister in his sleep and we did that to him- “

“Theo did that to her” Scott knew he shouldn’t get angry with Liam, but it was hard

“I know, but I was the one who got him out of there. He’s not the same as he used to be, he’s different now and there’s something wrong with him. Last night he was just sat up in bed for ages, just looking at the floor, for hours. He’s up there now and I know he’s crying. He does that a lot too, there is just something wrong with him, he doesn’t sleep and when he does he wakes up screaming his sister’s name, he gets confused and looks around the room as if he doesn’t believe he’s really here”

Scott sat on the sofa next to Liam. Conflicted over wanting to help, but not wanting to get hurt. Not yet ready to forgive the person who killed him. He remembered Theo’s maniac expression as he sunk his claws into Scott’s chest. His mind flickered to the boy who smiled at him in the rain, approaching Scott as an old friend returning home. He remembered the concerned boy in the locker room, sitting down next to him to tell him lies and deceit. He sees the fake tears falling down Theo’s face as he teary tells Scott the lies about Stiles killing Donovan

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure this isn’t an act?” Scott warned.
Liam took a while to answer, but then he nodded
“I’m sure. It’s real”

Long soggy hair strands covering her ghostly pale face… the stench of rotten flesh… the decaying bones all ripped open… Her hand pulling out his heart.
Theo leaped up and slammed his head into the headboard, the pillow hitting the floor. A yelp escaped Theo’s mouth and his stomach churned, making him dash to the bathroom, making it just in time. Coughing he flushed the toilet and washes his mouth out. Then washing his face. His hair stuck up untidy, his eyes red and puffy, his face pale. His eyes looked red. He was a mess. He filled a cup with water and sat on the bathtub drinking, his hand shaking as his other checked to make sure his heart was there still. His hands were freezing cold, so were his feet, but the rest of him felt clammy and hot. He wanted to get his hoodie from downstairs so went down the stairs to get it, stopping as he heard Liam talking to Scott.
About him.

“Maybe I should ask my dad to talk to him? Your mother doesn’t really get on with him. He really needs help, isn’t there medication for this? I – I give him Risperdal the other day, he was so upset, he was shaking and he couldn’t breathe right, I don’t know what was happening to him, it used to make me tried so I give him some, he doesn’t know, I crushed some in his drink. It calmed him down a little, he managed to sleep, but I can’t keep drugging him”

Theo frowned, remembering earlier this week when he became really sleeping and went to bed early. Liam didn’t seem surprised. Theo vowed to be more careful around the younger boy.

“Liam, you can’t just drug Theo” Scott sounded exhausted
“I know! I won’t do it again. I thought I was helping him…” Liam muttered.

The step Theo was on groaned, the two boys stopped talking.  Theo closed his eyes hard and opened them when he heard Liam say his name from the room.

“Theo?” Liam’s head came from the sitting room. Theo’s eyebrow raised “Just getting- a drink” Theo shrugged, walking down and past Liam, seeing Liam noticing how rough he looks.

Scott followed Theo into the kitchen. Theo didn’t make eye contact with the Alpha, didn’t look around at him.
“At the hospital they do one to one appointments, my mom does them often without patients. Stiles went once. Maybe you should drop in. Liam says you’ve been having a bad time?”
Theo still didn’t look up; his shoulder was tucked into his neck. He lowered it, trying to relax a little. A hot tear ran down Theo’s face.  He blinked the others away and just nodded. Taking his time making a drink without letting Scott see his tears. It had gotten to the point where even Scott pitied him. He drank slowly, still facing away from Scott until the other boy walked out the room. Theo stayed in there, alone, his lips moving by themselves, sometimes shaking, other times moving to the side. He traced his finger over drops of water around the sink.

He heard the door opening and closing… Scott had left.

“Maybe you should think of going.” Liam came back “It may help you. What you said happened down there with the skinwalkers- “Theo turned around and Liam seen just how tired the other boy looked, how broken he was “You don’t have to face it alone Theo. I can ask my dad, he knows therapist and Melissa, she has access to medication. Maybe its stress you are suffering from, maybe- “Liam broke off. Theo’s eyes were all watery, his lip moving by itself. He looked so much younger. 

Right away Liam went to him and held him. Stroking the back of Theo’s head, he heard the other boy asking Liam to come with him. 

Originally posted by trashwilldo

A/N: This turned out somehow weird.

“See you later!” You said goodbye to your friend and opened the door to your small office, sighing and throwing your jacket on your desk. Only that you didn’t hit the desk, but Kylo Ren himself. You stood still, screamed inside your head and hestitated.“Commander?” You stared at the masked man before you, your throat suddenly dry. “Commander! I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you!” Quickly, you picked up your jacket. “How can I help you, Sir?” 

Kylo Ren said nothing. He was stiff and his fists were clenched and he stared at you. Never had the commander visited you, he never had taken note of your presence before. Not that you weren’t important. You were, you were certain of it, but there was a possibility that Kylo Ren didn’t think you were important enough.

You cursed silently and avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but his face. Then, suddenly, you noticed the little crumpled note in his fist. You frowned. It wasn’t possible, he wouldn’t… your thoughts gave you a headache. 

“You’re the one… who left the notes for me, sir?” You asked carefully, your voice quiet, and frowned. For weeks now someone has left little notes on your desk, saying nice things about you. First, the notes had been plain, not interessting enough to mind them, saying how beautiful and clever you were, - the standart- before they turned pretty intense. One of your favourites was a beige note with the words ‘I’ve never seen such a merciless warrior Queen/King on the battlefield before.’ written down. Notes like this followed and aroused your interest. 

“Yes.” Kylo Ren’s deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts and in your mind you screamed louder. “I… left the notes.”

“They were nice.” You smiled awkwardly and pointed at his fist. “Uhm, what did you wrote in that one?”  Without a word Kylo Ren gave you the little note and you opened it and blinked.

‘You’re shredded.’

You couldn’t believe that he wrote that. You? Shredded? Not something you hear on an every day basis, but nonetheless, it was imaginativ.

Kylo Ren cleared his throat to get your attention back. “Would you like to go out with me?” 

“Like a dinner?” 

“On a mission?” He asked and you raised your eyebrow and smiled. 

“With pleasure.”