funny story I was listening to classic fm earlier and the radio presenter was like ‘this next piece of music is related to Sherlock Holmes somehow, see if you can work out how’ and this beautiful romantic string piece came on, it was exquisite, and I was like he’s gonna say it’s related to Irene or some shit, but when it finished he said it was the music from the concert that Holmes and Watson attend in the Red Headed League (one of my favourite canon stories) where Holmes sits and gets lost in the music and Watson spends the whole time staring at Holmes like 'wow, look at how much he loves this’ and yeah. ACD intentionally wrote that as romantically as it could have been.
Genji: Very quiet and respectful, never eats your food. But he never sleeps, so that can get awkward. Sometimes he does his ninja training in the living room at like 3am. When you go down to yell at him he has mysteriously vanished…
McCree: Super friendly, super messy. He will always invite you into his room to watch this cool video he found on YouTube that you’ve certainly already seen, but he just found it. He thinks the fridge is more of a communal zone. You can take his food, and he can take your’s. He prefers to cook meals to share though, not that he’s any good at cooking. Is often hungover in the mornings.
Pharah: Isn’t home a lot. She’s very focused on her career. Her interactions with you are very formal at first, kinda stiff and awkward. It will either stay that way forever, or one night of drinking and video games will break the ice and give you a million inside jokes.
Reaper: Just the worst roommate ever. The second he’s done with something, he drops it on the ground. Beer bottles? Check. Towel? Yep. Laundry? You once found a pair of his boxers in the refrigerator for fucks sake Reyes, why is this here? NEXT TO MY MILK! He always claims he was the last one who did dishes. He never does dishes.
Soldier 76: The weird roommate you met through Craigslist who seems quiet and reserved at first, but once he gets going on his conspiracy theories and how THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN he will never shut up. Constantly plays CoD on the couch. Never seems to go to work, but always pays rent on time. Does the chores with military precision.
Tracer: Lives outside of time, quite literally. So be prepared to remind her of appointments, when rent is due, that it is not in fact the weekend so could she stop playing Just Dance so loud past eleven? It’s frustrating, but she’s so much fun to be around you forgive her. She is on first name basis with all the bartenders in the neighborhood, and drinking with her is always an epic adventure.
Bastion: You bought this old thing on eBay. They said it was non-functional, but it immediately sprang to life in your apartment. It spends all its time out on the balcony, where a flock of birds have made it their home. Every once in a while you wake up in the middle of the night to find it crouched in the corner of your room in turret mode. Then you realize someone was being loud outside and it got scared.
Hanzo: There are two Hanzos. Calm, collected, brooding Hanzo, and I’LL TELL YOU WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH SAKEsshdhshjkfk Hanzo. Hanzo is normally very organized, his room his spartan and he made a chore schedule that he treats like it is law. But about two times a week he gets shit faced on expensive sake, cries about his brother, tries to fight a house plant (claiming it knows nothing of honor when he falls on his ass), and ends the evening on the balcony, pegging passersby with perfect precision with YOUR HOTDOGS THAT HE STOLE FROM THE FRIDGE, HANZO COME INSIDE.
Junkrat: Just, an absolute disaster. Your apartment has become a junkyard. Scraps of machines all of the place. And it smells terrible because he’s constantly mixing weird chemicals in the bathtub. You’ve started showering at the gym, and are terrified when you have to pee. You’ve had three minor fires in the place since he moved in, and you’re pretty sure he’s a criminal. You’d call the cops, but his… boyfriend? You’re not sure. His giant man partner keeps coming around and staring at you silently and you’re just trying to stay alive, okay?
Mei: Is terribly sweet and friendly, but messy and forgetful. You can’t get mad at her, because she always apologizes profusely when she forgets to do the dishes or take out the trash or that this is her week to buy toilet paper. She’s often wrapped up in her work, and loves to go on exuberant explanations of the science involved that you don’t even half understand. But you smile and nod along. She’s just so excited, you can’t interrupt her. Her bedroom is cluttered with items she collected from her travels and adventures, mixed with scientific equipment and climbing gear. She always wants you to come on nature hikes. They are beautiful but exhausting. That girl has boundless energy. The only time she gets mad is if you try to throw away a recyclable.
Torbjörn: He is constantly making noise, hammering, laughing like a maniac, riveting??? WTF is he doing in his room???? He’s very cranky and opinionated (do not bring up Omnics, trust me), but after a few beers he has some of the most amazing stores you’ve ever heard. He keeps his mess to his room and only forgets to do his chores every once in a while. But food in the fridge is going to disappear and he’ll get very defensive when you ask him about it. Also, long golden beard hairs! EVERYWHERE! in the bathroom! Clean out the drain when you’re done!
Widowmaker: The most intimidating person you’ve ever lived with. Hell, ever met. She will walk around in nothing but a towel, but it’s actually kind of terrifying? Like she’s daring you to say something to her??? You’re pretty sure she’s killed at least two people in the neighborhood. No one can prove it. You feel like she’s constantly watching you in your room… you’ve looked for cameras and found nothing. She leaves for days at a time, and then suddenly appears silently in the middle of the apartment. You didn’t hear the front door open????? WTF IS HAPPENING???? She leaves all the chores to you, will pretend she only speaks French if she’s not in the mood to talk to you. You’re pretty sure you’re going to be found dead in the bathtub and there will be no records of your roommate…
D.Va: Almost never does chores, acts like she did you a favor when she finally washes a single dish. Is constantly live streaming from the couch. You haven’t been able to watch TV since she moved in. She invites you to play games just to utterly destroy your ass at them. She got sponsored by Doritos and Mountain Dew so now the apartment is full of that crap. She acts like that’s her contribution to groceries because she saw you eat a chip. You thought she hated you until someone on her stream called you a loser and she tore them a new asshole. Is this what having a sister is like???
Reinhardt: Snores like a freight train is rumbling through the apartment. You can hear it through the walls. Through your earplugs. Nothing helps. He is incredibly helpful and friendly though. Always does his chores, does a few of your’s if you don’t stop him. Loves to cook dinner, but will always make the weirdest German fusion food. Any nice thing you do for him gets the most enthusiastic thanks that it makes you want to do nice things for him all the time.
Roadhog: You’ve seen some shit, man. Shit you can never tell anyone. Mostly because it would damage Roadhog’s bad ass reputation, and you will not make him angry. His room is full of plushies. He sleeps on them in a big pile. He spends all day playing Animal Crossing and he helps paint your nails. His weirdo boyfriend? You don’t know, small manic man partner comes over sometimes, but you managed to get them to not set off any explosions in the house(by claiming to protect the plushies). When Roadhog first showed up, you were terrified. But he’s turned out to be a really sweet guy. When you’re not on his shit list. You will do anything not to get on the shit list… A UPS driver damaged his limited edition Rainbow Sparkle Bear, and you heard the screams……..
Winston: Spends all his time in his room on his computer. He’s nice enough when he comes out, but that’s usually only for more peanut butter. He’s kind of shy and awkward around you at first, but one day you ask about the glory days of Overwatch, and you get a story hour of epic proportions. After that he is your buddy. Tracer comes by sometimes, always bringing a fresh batch of bananas. Winston tries to act insulted, but you always catch him eating them later. He forgets to do his chores, a lot. He always promises he’ll get around to them. After this experiment is finished… It never gets done.
Zarya: Your living room is now a gym. She moved in a professional looking weight set and bench. “This is just for casual,” she tells you. She constantly makes “helpful” remarks about your physique. She thinks if you just did some deadlifts, your legs would be much stronger. Much more solid. You are like noodle. She tries to train you on the weight set in the living room. She proves that she can benchpress you, and then gives you some fifty pound weights “For a warm up”. May god have mercy on your soul.
Lúcio: Just the nicest roommate ever. He will sit on the couch with you until 3 am talking through your problems. He baked you a cake on your birthday. Is it your day to do chores? He saw you weren’t feeling well, so he just did them this morning. Don’t worry about it, fam, I got you. He only asks you for things on behalf of others. Will you help him organize a fundraiser for the local kid’s soccer organization? Come to a protest to improve the working conditions in factories? Could you maybe drop off this extra portion of dinner to the old lady next door on your way out? Say hi to her cats for him. The only thing that can be annoying is he can get lost in his music and forget that it’s super late. But when that wakes you up, you usually just go and sit down in his room and watch him work on his latest tracks.
Mercy: You really won’t see her that often. She is an incredibly overworked doctor. She is a very kind and patient person, but you can tell she is constantly bone tired. You don’t even ask her to do chores, you just do them all yourself. She barely ever uses dishes or makes a mess anyway. She leaves you little cakes she bought at the bodega as a thank you every now and then. Most of your communication is through post it notes, as you are often on completely different schedules. She seems nice, but you don’t really know her.
Symmetra: Everything has to be just so. She doesn’t even let you do chores, she doesn’t trust that you did them right. She will say the bathroom is filthy when it looks sparkling to you. She is constantly creating little robots to do work for her, so you don’t feel too bad letting her clean? She is incredibly sheltered, and can get hostile when you challenge her world view. But at the same time, you can tell she’s lonely and hurting. With small gestures here and there, maybe you can become friends.
Zenyatta: Just, the chillest bro you have ever met. He floats around the apartment and doesn’t eat anything so he doesn’t cause messes. He still helps with the chores, because it is more balanced that way. When you go through a break up he will listen and give you advice that honestly makes you feel better. He invites you to mediate, and makes it sound like a really great activity. His pupil, Genji, is always coming around. Zenyatta is so happy to see him. Neither of them eat, but Genji makes you ramen sometimes and its SO GOOD. They are both cinnamon rolls, and your life is better for knowing them. Occasionally Zenyatta knocks something over as he floats by, but that’s about the only drawback.
Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,
Word Count: 3,035
Summary: You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.
A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.
Until you met 10A.
10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.
He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.
“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.
I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back
hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)
to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
music is a big point of contention for the first month
dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both are still in went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
(for the sake of avoiding arguments)
(also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
(please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty
A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo
Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.
Word count: 2,605
One Last Time (Smut)
You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the
small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears.
Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the
He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn
to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.
• probs tripped over you as you were too short for his eye sight • will bust a tear if he sees you’re hurt, and keeps apologizing though he’s done no harm • so he’s like ok she’s alright and I didn’t kill her…wait what the heck I’ve never seen anyone this pretty what- • cue Chan stuttering over his words as he tries to get your number or convince you to see him again • ofc you can’t refuse, you can already tell he’s such a sweetheart • you’re always in awe of how sexy his voice sounds over the phone • sometimes just pausing and letting him talk about whatever this dork talks about • probably complaining about baekhyun tbh • speaking of the other guys • oml they’d love you to death!!! Esp baekhyun and suho bc you make this man so happy and he deserves the world for always working hard • ok so kyungsoo might be a lil hesitant to like you at first • or that’s what you assume. He’s actually very impressed that chanyeol picked someone as smart and lovely as you and he’ll warm up to you soon, don’t worry • staring at him as he gets lost in the music while playing the guitar • convinces you to sing as he strums along • always making fun of your height (no matter if you’re the same height or taller than him smh) • piggyback rides • laying your head on his tummy while watching movies • and he’d play with your hair, unaware of how good it feels when he moves his slender fingers and always making you fall asleep • crying together while watching goblin (esp when his song comes on omfg) • wrapping his long legs around you at night and having his head buried in your neck • randomly picking up your hand and playing with your fingers to get your attention • teaming with Kai and pranking him • getting you back by taking pictures of you in your sleep • but that’s not even payback bc you look hella cute and yeah he’s gonna save that in an album on his phone shh • almost getting kicked out of amusement parks bc he won’t stop playing until he wins you that stuffed toy • baekhyun third wheeling with yall bc he’s a loser and he’s all alone • sometimes having to shove him off chanyeol so you could cuddle him instead • becomes best friends with your parents and often calls your mom just to check in • cooks for you when you’re sick • cuddles you when you’re sick (puts on a mask so he doesn’t get sick too lmao) • makes out with you wherever he feels like it • and his lips will be stuck to yours until he’s decided to wait until you get home • will have you sitting on top of him so you’d both be more comfortable, and makeouts never turn into anything more unless you want to wink wink • gives you back massages and rubs your feet when you’re tired • sending you pictures of his outfits everyday when he’s gone and you hyping him up bc he always looks good wtf • stealing his hats and shirts • won’t even bother taking them back • hilarious inside jokes • spoils you with candy and sweets • teaching you to play the guitar and leaning in to kiss your neck every now and then • covering your cheek with ice cream then licking it wf • taking his glasses off and leaning in for a kiss • being proud af when the other achieves something • hugs are so warm and he’d hold you forever in his arms if he could • having the most caring, soft, thoughtful boyfriend ever so pls don’t let him go 🌹
Author: @dylan-ohbrien Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader Wordcount: 4,088 Warnings: a little language, car crash, blood, death A/N: So right now one of my favorite songs is Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur and it kind of inspired me to write this little oneshot thingy! And I hope you guys like it!
A/N:I didn’t even realize that I had this as a request in my ask, but I was inspired by the song so I already started writing this. To the persont that asked me to write this with Calum, I’m sorry but I thought it’d be nice with Luke. Also, that’s a future reference to people that send me requests. If I have a good idea for the request, I’ll write it. If not, I leave them in my ask as references in case I suddenly get inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this x
“It’s just one night
out, Y/N. C'mon, we all deserve it…you deserve it,” my friend, Katie,
tried persuading me.
I shook my head from where
I was lounging on the couch of our shared apartment. “No, it’s okay. I’m
content with staying here. You guys go out and have fun.”
Katie wasn’t having any of
it. “Nope. I refuse to allow you to spend your first day of semester break
sitting on a couch watching Netflix. You’re coming out with us tonight and
we’re gonna get you pissed drunk.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to
get pissed drunk and be incredibly hungover tomorrow morning.
Katie saw my expression and
toned down a bit. “Please? You always turn down parties and outings with
us since you had to study, but now it’s sem break! You deserve a night
I groaned as she gave me a
pout. “Fine, but only this one time.”
She jumped up and cheered.
“Yes! Now, go get ready! We have to leave soon.
summary: bucky’s late to everything and maybe you’re starting to feel like he has no time for you anyways. (very) loosely based on Cleopatra by The Lumineers and look i strayed vv off point.
warnings: death, funeral. pre war bucky? 1940s bucky? people being late? shitty writing?
a/n: this is literally one of the weirdest things i’ve written and it’s been edited so many times pls tell me if it’s okay
“Y/N where are you going?” The voice didn’t even make you jump, It was always calming, always so soothing to you.
“Home,” you answered stoically, turning your head around after your short answer to leave.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked in vain, watching as your jaw clenched tightly.
“No. Just leave me alone.” You didn’t even turn to give you another look, leaving him in the dust again. The dull ache in his heart magnified significantly, the burn of embarrassment and helplessness consuming him whole.
How had it gotten to this point?
“I’m not leaving you alone. Not in this state,” he blurted out, propelling his feet to follow you. “You’re not going to be alone.”
Your head turned to give him a steely look, one which would rip the light from the beautiful night sky, freeze the crystal clear lake. But it didn’t deter him.
“I don’t need you.” It shattered his heart; it really did. But it was something he unfortunately he deserved.
“You don’t have to. But you need someone to talk to, and I’m here.” He smiled painfully, taking your hand.
It was like a blow to him personally when you let go of it not even a few seconds later.
How did it get to this point?
The world suddenly seemed a little darker, a little colder. His smile dropped bitterly, looking down as he pinched his lips together in a straight line.
“I don’t need anybody,” you spoke harshly before walking away faster than before, leaving him to stare after your disappearing silhouette.
Jungkook wasn’t too keen when it came to dealing with human interaction. Nor was he comfortable with getting shoved by three guys who swore Jungkook was ‘just another pretty face in the crowd’ which okay, hands to yourself buddy. Don’t touch where you shouldn’t.
But Jungkook was willing to put through all of that if it meant seeing you getting lost in the music in the middle of the dance floor. A dress meant to emphasize on the outlines of your body but keeps what’s meant for his eyes only as it rides up to your thigh. Hair done up in a way Jungkook would fall to his knees for, dying just to run his fingers through them. Nothing beats the smile you wear on your face, the spark in your eyes for him to dance with me, Jungkook.
His lips curl up on their own, hands sliding over your waist and letting his body move with yours like they were made to dance with one another. His lips find yours soon after, drinking in your love pouring in his cup when you kiss him. Mixes of bitter and sweet lingers on his tongue but his smile remains, grows wider when he pulls back to see yours reflecting his own the same time your hands lace by the nape of his neck. He leans down to rest his forehead on yours, allowing the music and atmosphere to swallow the pair of you together in the ocean of people who have their worlds of their own.
The bass thumping, vibrating into your system and shaking him to his bones when he sees the happiness in your eyes. The thrill and adrenaline of coming out to have a good time, with the reason why you’re feeling good around with. The melody running through your veins and slowing down every now and then when you gaze back to Jungkook’s eyes.
“Ready to go home yet?”
He sees a pout he’s familiar with.
“…one more song?”
“I don’t get how someone in a dress like this manages to act cute,”
"Is that my sweater?" "That can't be legal." Reader x Jungkook + Namjoon (FT. Jimin)
Are you guys good at anything?
You mean other than at singing and dancing in perfect unison and harmony?
I can slow down my heartbeat to match my blinks.
Hmm... Something not health detrimental.
I can make a chocolate milkshake without any chocolate.
That can't be legal. It's false advertisement.
But for a good cause. You get to taste all the chocolate without the calories.
Okay..part of me want to keep talking about Jungkook's chocolateless chocolate milkshakes but first I would like to know, why are you asking us this?
I'm have to write an essay based on a friend and I'm trying to figure out which one of you is the most interesting.
Obviously me. People literally call me Kim Smartjoon.
Being smart has nothing to do with being interesting. You've got to have a cool tendencies. Sometimes I miss my stop on the bus because I just get so lost in the music that I'm listening to and I end up walking home.
I did that once! Except I wasn't on a bus and I listening to NPR and I ended up at the zoo.
Well if you're going to write about me, you should write about the time that I proved my "Slumber Study Theory".
Oh! Now that sounds interesting! What is it?
I basically proved my hypothesis to be correct when I placed a piece of academic literature beneath my place of rest and then proceeded to--
--He didn't study for a test and slept with a textbook under his pillow, AND HE FAILED!
HENCE MY HYPOTHESIS WAS PROVEN!
Wait, you predicted it wouldn't work?
I told you they call me Kim Smartjoon.
Jimin walks in.
Is that my sweater?
Yeah. I burrowed it to go on my walk.
You go on walks?
Yeah. Sometimes I just like to wander around, listening to the music of the trees and thinking about how I can solve life's 'What if's" and prove my theories.
That sounds interesting to me! Jimin, how would you like to be the subject of my essay.
I would love to!
Y/N and Jimin skip out of the room. Namjoon and Jungkook scoff and sit in silence until;
A seggy one where you work for him maybe like a maid or something and you’re jamming out to your music in your head phones and he comes home and sees you.
AND Maybe add some sassiness where you tell him that he needs to hide his bras better (cause girls)
(Disclaimer: This is short and not that great. I have been feeling ill lately, so my brain is being shitty… I just hope it makes sense…)
(Inspired by a tweet by the lovely @mortallwarlock, Asked for Malec dancing in the rain… I hope I did it justice. Hope you enjoy dear! <3 )
(Not beta’d as this was just a quick little piece… I may make it better later when I feel better.)
It’s a nice summer day, the sun high in the sky, just
the perfect amount of clouds, and two men completely in love curled together in
the window nook reading together. It is one of the best days they have had in a
while. Finally a break from the dark and gloomy life of hunting and killing
demons. A break from dealing with clients who believe they are entitled to ever
drop of Magic you can give. No orders being barked out every few minutes, not
lives that need saving, not that they mind being heroes. But even a hero needs
a break every now and then.
So it’s no wonder when the sky grows dark and the
clouds turn gray, that the mood shifts. Alec getting a frown on his face
immediately. Magnus turning to look at his boyfriend, smiles instead. He will
not let that frown stay there. “Alexander, its only rain.”
“I know but when it rains I just can’t help but feel
like I will be called back to the institute.” He sighs running a hand through
his hair. Staring out the window watching the drops hit the pavement.
“Why? Rain does not mean imminent doom.”
“No, but try telling that to over a hundred paranoid
Magnus shakes his head, “I only need to tell it to
one, Alec. The rain is good. Fun really.”
“Fun?” Alec cocks an eyebrow at Magnus. “I don’t see
Magnus grabs his hand and pulls him up. As he leads
them outside he doesn’t even bother to grab them a coat or anything else to protect
them from the water. Alec is concerned, Magnus may be immune to all regular
mundane illnesses but he is not. “Aren’t you worried I might get sick?”
“Nope, already taken care of.” Magnus winks. He let’s
go of Alec’s hand and steps into the rain. Immediately he is soaked from head
to toe. “See, fun.”
“Magnus, you are standing in the rain. How is that
fun?” Alec crosses his arms over his chest.
“Right forgive me, I forgot the best part.” He snaps
his fingers and music plays out of nowhere. “Dance with me?”
Alec actually breaks out in a grin dropping his hands
as he steps toward Magnus. When Alec is close enough Magnus reaches out taking
him by the waist and pulling him to his chest. Both of them soaked now. Magnus
takes Alec’s hand and they begin a slow movement to the music.
Alec is not the greatest dancer, he knows it, Magnus
knows it, but something takes a hold of him and he just lets himself get lost
in the music, spinning Magnus, being spun by Magnus… Circling each other.
Magnus playing around with waltz type movements… And in the end He dips Alec
and they both laugh happily. This was fun and now Alec just want to… Magnus
pulls him back up and Alec’s hands move to cup the sides of Magnus’ neck as he
leans in to kiss him. Slow and gently, but full of every ounce of love he has
for this man that knows just how to make him happy every moment of every day.
The music is still playing and Alec moves their bodies to the rhythm without
breaking their kiss.
This fic was inspired by a prompt from @zaynubsiddiqui. Most of the headcanon belongs to her and she also sent me information and references to keep me right. I couldn’t (and wouldn’t) have written this without her. It was a pleasure bringing her headcanon to life. I hope I did it justice. <3
The heavy hotel room
door shut with an audible click and Yousef turned, leaning his weight
back against it. Sana, his bride, his beautiful bride, stood watching
him at the foot of the king sized bed. Yousef’s tall form was clothed
in a dark suit, the top button of his white shirt undone. He’d long
lost his blazer, having stripped it off for a dance number with with
his closest friends. One of which being Sana’s brother, Elias. How
Sana loved to watch Yousef dance. Really get lost in the music. It
was the only thing he held almost as much passion for as his bride.
His wife. That
word would take some getting used to. It felt like it had taken them
forever to reach it but how worth the wait she was.
It had been a long day.
Sana had wanted a small wedding and although she usually had a way of
making things happen, the celebration simply could not be contained.
Yousef liked to think the reason for that was that the size of the
wedding represented the amount of love they shared and the love the
people around them had for them too. When had he become such a
I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough
We danced the night away
We drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up
Isaac hated parties, especially this time of year. The only
reason came to this one was because Boyd and Erica dragged him to it to try to
lift his spirits. They promised him a good time, but so far the only thing he
was enjoying was his second beer. Boyd and Erica ditched him a long time ago
and were currently dancing to some EDM song blaring through the house. He knew
this would happen. It always does. The joys of being the third wheel at a
He sighed in annoyance as he turned away and headed outside
to the pool area. He couldn’t leave because Boyd stole his apartment keys for
just that reason, so he wouldn’t be able to escape. That’s how desperate his
friends were to get him out of this funk. The problem was, he knew there was no
getting out of it until the date had passed and he had time to forget about it.
March 17, 2014. A night that he’ll never forget. The night
that Allison died after saving him from being sliced and diced by the Oni. She
turned around and was quickly met with her own fate. It still haunted him five
years later. Every year he’d fall into this depression as he was reminded of
her, his love for her, and how she died saving him.
Now, here he was on the anniversary of her death, roaming
around a party that he didn’t want to be at because his friends wanted to take
his mind off of the date. Erica and Boyd should have known by now that it never
works. They should have left him at his apartment to sulk by himself.
This is my first ever one-shot and I’m very proud of it. I made it off of the prompt from @use-it-ironically made.
Trigger warnings: Breakdown (tell me if there is anymore cause I’m not exactly sure.
Summery: Anx has been in his room for days and is listening to the song Truce by twenty one pilots when Logic walks in on him.
Now, the night is coming to an end,
The sun will rise, and we will try again.
Stay alive, stay alive, for me.
You will die, but now your life is free,
In what is sure
I will fear the night again,
I hope I’m not my only friend.
Stay alive, stay alive, for me.
You will die, but now your life is free,
In what is sure
He had been in his room all day. No… not all day… all week. He didn’t mean too. Time was hard to keep track of when you don’t have a clock and windows are basically non existent. Besides, it had been a hard week. Thomas had exams and Anxiety was taking most of the panic based emotion hits so that Thomas didn’t have to. He spent most of the week curled up in a ball, crying silently. He never cried out loud.
Most of the time, there was music going. The only times there was no music was when it stopped playing and he had passed out from sleep exhaustion. He never had to worry about the others hearing his music. His room was soundproof.
His songs consisted of: twenty one pilots, Panic! At The Disco, MCR, Evanescence, and a few other choice songs. His mood would vary on the songs and bands. For example, were MCR to be playing, he would be filled with rage towards everything wrong. Evanescence and he would feel mostly unblamed and reasonably calm.
At the moment though, it was twenty one pilots. Now, their songs brought on neutral feelings. He could be happy one song and sobbing, in his silent way, the next. The song that was on was called Truce and it had been playing on repeat for a few hours now. Honestly, it was one of the few that gave him the will to live. It spoke to him and gave him reassurance.
He was currently sitting in a corner of his room with his face in his hands as he listened closely to the song, trying to ignore the voices he often heard. The ones that said it was his fault. He was the one to blame. The ones that told him to go kill himself. He learned pretty quickly that covering his ears made it worse. So he started using music and it worked wonders for him.
I will fear the night again.
He let himself get lost in the music. He was almost asleep when he heard the floor behind him creek. He turned around and found he was looking at Logic. He expected to be yelled at for having his music so loud and not having left his room for a week. But Logic didn’t yell. He didn’t even talk– all he did was stare.
As they were staring at each other, the worst lyrics that could be said were, of course, sang.
I hope I’m not my only friend.
Anxiety couldn’t take it at this point. He couldn’t hold in his tears in front of Logic anymore. He couldn’t hide what he felt. Anxiety forced his face back into his hands and let the tears flow. He didn’t want to cry in front of Logic, but it’s not as if he could stop.
He tensed as he felt arms wrapping around him, holding him tightly. He was laid in a lap and felt fingers running through his hair calmingly. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed more and the tears had stopped. He slowly brought his hands away from his eyes and spoke.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly.
Logic’s hand stopped for a second before resuming. “What for?” he asked.
“For you having to do this.”
“Anxiety, I could have walked out of this room. I chose to stay with you,” Logic paused. “After all, you’re my friend.”
Anxiety got out of Logic’s lap, making Logic worry that he had said something wrong. He looked at Logic for a second, before tackling him in a hug.