have an edit because i'm about to knock out. good night~

  • okay but elias woke up a little later today - he wasn’t planning on meeting the boys until much later - and he’s surprised when he runs into sana, smuggling food from the kitchen into her bedroom. she’s still in her pyjamas and she isn’t wearing any make up or anything, which, well, it’s nearly 1pm. so it’s a bit odd, especially for her.
  • elias asks her if she’s okay, and why she’s still in her pyjamas. and sana just shrugs and says, quite aggressively, “you’re still in your pyjamas.” and sometimes elias would bite back, tease her, but he also knows when to draw the line. and he can just see that sana’s not in the mood, so he just says, “any plans today?”
  • sana stares at him and shrugs, says, “nei”, then makes her way into her room, shutting the door, and elias leaves her be for a little bit. but a few hours later, elias notices she still hasn’t left her bedroom, which is kind of unlike sana. so he knocks on her door. 
  • she lets him in, but she’s kind of irritated; elias ignores it and says, “what’re you up to?” as he plonks himself on sana’s bed (which causes sana to sigh irritably, but she shuffles a little to give him space to get comfy anyway).
  • “nothing,” sana says irritably; dismissively. elias just looks at her and says, “okay” and waits to see if she elaborates. when she doesn’t, he says, “what was all that about last night?”
  • sana raises her eyebrows. “i’m allowed to have friends around, elias,” she snaps. “you do all the time.”
  • “yeah, but mine don’t drink in the house, and there’s never twenty of us,” elias replies fairly, but not unkindly. he looks at her, notices how deflated she seems, how upset she looks, and so he just says, “is everything okay?”
  • “yes,” sana says quickly. “everything’s fine.” which - okay, okay, sana isn’t in the mood for talking. that’s fine. so, elias says, “how about a movie?”
  • sana looks at him, frowning, and says, “what movie?”, and elias tells her that there’s this film on today, the one they used to watch all the time when they were little. and sana, despite herself, smiles at the memory, and laughs when elias does a (very bad) impression of one of the main characters. and elias thinks there is nothing that makes him quite as proud as when he makes his baby sister laugh.
  • they end up reheating leftovers from the other night and sit cross-legged on the sofa together, watching this film, which is funny but kind of cheesy and not actually as good as either of them remember it being, but it’s okay, because sana’s smiling a lot more now; seems more content.
  • elias’ phone rings just as the films ending and shit, time got away from him; he’d agreed to see the boys today. he picks up the phone and starts talking to them, to adam, and says, “just come over to mine, man, it’s chill, my parents are–” but then he catches sana’s expression; it’s small, subtle, the way her eyes fall to her lap and she prods at her food a little disinterestedly. maybe other people wouldn’t notice it, but elias does. so, he says, “actually, guys, sorry, film without me today, i forgot i made other plans.”
  • the boys erupt into indignant shouts about loyalty and how important their youtube channel is, but elias silences them, hangs up the phone, and sana says, “what other plans do you have?”
  • “well, they made a sequel to this film, and i think it’s stupid that neither of us have seen it”. and okay, he expects that to make sana smile, but instead she frowns and says, “but they aren’t airing the sequel at the moment.” so elias rolls his eyes, then says, “we’ll just have to find something else to watch, then.” and sana looks at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and saying, “okay. find something, then.”
  • she may not have said it, but she didn’t need to, because elias can already tell that sana’s feeling just that little bit better. and he’s so glad to see it, because he really hates seeing sana upset; can’t stand it, because despite how much he teases her, he truly does think there’s no one in the world who deserves happiness quite as much as his sister. and maybe that’s why, when they squabble over the last portion of food, elias lets sana have it. just this once.
If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie Fraser, Indian Agent" (ABOSAA) Edition
  • Wee Ian: now, dinna be cross auntie
  • Claire: well this is off to an excellent start
  • Claire: don't be cross about WHAT, precisely
  • Claire: if you tell me you or rollo knocked your uncle off a cliff on the way to the cherokee village i will ABSOLUTELY be cross
  • Wee Ian: no no no nothin like that :)
  • Wee Ian: I may have accidentally led the village folk to think Uncle Jamie's the king
  • Claire: the king?
  • Claire: of...England?
  • Wee Ian: aye, just that
  • Claire: erm...
  • Claire: might I ask why?
  • Claire: (I really don't think you needed to give him any more reason to be full of himself to be honest)
  • Wee Ian: weeel, there's no really a word in their language for agent, ye see
  • Wee Ian: and it was important to make sure they knew he had authority, so
  • Claire: so, King Fraser it is
  • Claire: he'll be insufferable i'm sure ;)
  • Claire: ...but hold on
  • Claire: why are you apologizing for that?
  • Claire: doesn't seem a great problem
  • Claire: least of all in the middle of the bloody night
  • Wee Ian: s'not that precisely
  • Wee Ian: see, they've taken it upon themselves to..erm...honor the visiting king
  • Claire: ....'kay.....
  • Wee Ian: ....with gifts....
  • Claire: ian this is getting tiresome.
  • Claire: what KINDS of gifts
  • Wee Ian: pelts
  • Claire: what's the problem with
  • Wee Ian: LADY pelts
  • Wee Ian: two of em
  • Claire: WHAT????
  • Claire: ....
  • Claire: I should be furious but honestly I just cnt stop laughing
  • Wee Ian: I KEN , RIGHT???? 😂😂😂😂😂
  • Wee Ian: god above it's the most fun i've had in months
  • Wee Ian: they are DETERMINED
  • Wee Ian: and every few moments there just comes a wee sound from him
  • Wee Ian: like a pup that's got his tail trod on
  • Wee Ian: and i'm gnna pass out
  • Claire: and there's TWO OF THEM ON THE PROWL??
  • wee Ian: aye!! Slippery wee things too. Bet they're used to catching trout wi their bare hands
  • >>>Claire has added Jamie Fraser to the chat<<<
  • Claire: I hear you're having a rough night, darling!
  • Wee Ian: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 imgnapiss
  • Jamie: Ian ye [incoherent gaelic cursing] what in gods name did ye have to bring your auntie into all this
  • Jamie: can ye not tell i'm dying of shame already???
  • Wee Ian: god but it's so fun uncle
  • Claire: It's fine darling i promise
  • Claire: Ian was just explaining that if you come home with bruises and love bites, it was only from defending your virtue
  • Jamie: sassenach I'm so so sorry about this, truly
  • Claire: how about the old Dame Blanche trick?
  • Claire: can't sleep with them because your wife's a witch that'll curse them??
  • Jamie: will take it down a notch or two but an OATH will do quite nicely
  • Jamie: you're a Saint MND
  • Claire: you have my full support darl
  • Wee Ian: OH MY GOD UNCLE
  • Claire: what??
  • Jamie: WHAT??
  • Wee Ian: did ye no hear what the littler one just said??
  • Jamie: I mean i HEARD but I dinna understand everything she says
  • Wee Ian: she's saying how distraught she is that you've got the otath on ye because you're so....
  • wee Ian: : well equipped
  • Jamie: oh lord
  • Wee Ian: shewantsthegingerD
  • Claire: well at least she's got good taste
  • Jamie: :) That's verra sweet, sassenach
  • Claire: well, she DOES.
  • Claire: You ARE quite the tidy package
  • Jamie: aye... weel...
  • Claire: very befitting a KING
  • Jamie: oh jesus christ
  • Claire: Crown jewels and all
  • Jamie: ☺️☺️☺️😏😏😏
  • Claire: come home to me soon, your majesty?
  • Jamie: soon as I can
  • Jamie: canna wait to worship ye wi' tongues at your
  • Wee Ian: this is getting a wee bit personal
  • Wee Ian: even for me
  • Wee Ian: why don't ye tell them i'm your son, uncle Jamie, and see if they'd like to come pay ME some honor
  • Jamie: alright hold on
  • Wee Ian: this night keeps getting better and better
  • Claire: cocky, aren't we?
  • Wee Ian: oh aye well that's the general--
  • Jamie: sorry Ian
  • Jamie: seems as though they'd prefer to keep me chastely warm instead
  • Claire: PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, that's GOT to hurt, wee prince !!
  • Wee Ian: 😒😒😒😒😒😒
Even if it’s just pretend

(Yes that is a Taylor Swift lyric, from Wildest Dreams)

For @carryon-countdown prompt: Angst

This is something that I wrote months and months ago, but I wasn’t happy with it so I didn’t post it. Lately I’ve started this fantastic new habit where if I don’t like something, I actually go back and make it better rather than pretending it doesn’t exist (very shocking much wow I know).

It’s based on this quote from page 382-383 of Carry On – ‘I came back because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Baz might just pretend that nothing had ever happened between us. He’d make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing – like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he’d ever felt something for me.’

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S U M M A R Y : “ I’m sorry, I know it’s a late night… But I can’t get you off my mind. ”

G E N R E : Fluff

Originally posted by toughchim

  A soft hum had extinct the silences within the dimly lit bedroom, causing me to stir awake just a little yet not enough to make me want to answer the call. I let the phone ring until they are sent to my voicemail, however in just a few seconds my phone hums again.

Groaning, I keep my eyes close as my left-hand looks for the annoying object that had ruined the perfectly good slumber. When finding it, I automatically tap answer and place the cell near my ear;

“Hello..” Sleep could obviously be heard within my voice, however, that didn’t stop whoever was on the other line.

“Uh Hey Y/N… It’s Taehyung.”

A ‘mmmm’ is released from me when hearing his voice, “You know what time it is?”

“Yes… 11:52 AM.”

“And you know that I enjoy sleeping unless you are offering me food…”

“I know Y/N… I’m not offering you food currently but I needed to speak with you.”

Sitting up, I lean against the headboard to make myself more comfortable. While doing so, I can hear Taehyung set free a nervous-like breath of air; “First off I apologize for waking you…”

“It’s fine” I reassured him, “I just can’t get you off my mind lately… It’s like whenever I close my eyes or just enjoy the silence of my apartment —  there you are in mind.”

Hearing how honest and serious Taehyung was, I was taken back a bit that he even had such thoughts about me, to begin with. Taehyung and I are close friends, he knew my secrets and I knew his. There was nothing we hidden from each other, that was just how close we were.

“Thinking about me? I-…. What do you mean?”

“Meaning, I like you. Haven’t you noticed I call you more often than usual?”

Silences, I think about it and he had called me multiple times but I can assume I had let such actions fly right over my head instead of really taking notice to it. The reason why is because I liked talking with him. Taehyung was someone you could instantly click with and just fall in love with his personality that he didn’t filter if people didn’t like it.

“Realizing that now, I thought you just wanted to hand out more.” My hand automatically rubs the back of my neck from embarrassment or maybe for being blind to not notice, “Ha well I do. I’ve noticed that you have changed me to be completely honest with you. Nowadays, I don’t go around meeting a lot of girls but I’m sure other girls are all lame and can’t really be as amazing like you are.”

His words make my heart beat a little faster while a smile is kissed upon my lips, “Meeting you has changed a lot of things for me Y/N… And right now I just want to see you so can you come over or would you like me to come over?”

“I’ll come over to you.” I was sure he could hear the joy in my voice while I had left my bed and over to dresser to find some type of clothing to make myself a little more decent from him but as if he knew, Taehyung speaks again;

“You don’t have to dress too fancy or anything. Just come in your pajamas and put some lip gloss on.”

“Lip gloss?” I chuckle a little

“I like the taste of it. Mostly the recent on you put on.”

“Ah (your favorite flavor here) lip gloss?”

“Sounds good but yes.”

Taehyung laughs a little, “I’ll make sure to wear it for you.” I tell him as I travel to the bathroom

“Great, I’ll call a cab to come pick you beautiful.” Again, another smile is kissed upon my lips yet this time the smile had become bigger at his name for me and just the thought of him as, “Okay. See you soon.”

After Taehyung said he would see me in a few, I hang up and prepare myself to see him.

When I had clean myself a bit and applied the lip gloss, I was quick to find myself outside my apartment building and mixed with the ear-splitting sounds of the city that showed no signs of sleeping anytime soon. Within a few minutes, the car pulls to the curb of the apartment building, I go to pull out money yet the driver explains to me that Taehyung had paid before hand which makes me smile even more at how sweet he is.

Thanking the driver, I dash out the car and into building —  going straight for the elevator, I lightly touch number 10. A small ding and the female voice saying; “Floor ten going up.’ is heard before elevator music plays within the small space.

Luckily, no one had gotten on so the small trip gave me time to think about what I would want to say to him. The elevator stops at floor ten, getting off I walk down the narrow hall where I stop at door 210.

Knocking lightly, I could hear the sounds of him walking towards the soon and soon the sounds of chains being removed which revealed Taehyung in a pair of gray sweats and a black v-neck shirt

Before we could exchange any shy-like ‘hellos’, Taehyung pulls me in for an embrace. His tall figure towers me, as his voice vibrates when he began to talk: “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

“I bet you will Tae,” I whisper lowly, but still enough so he can hear, “You always treat me right.” His chest vibrates against yet this time it was of him laughing at me. I could soon feel his lips kiss the top of head before he had guided me into this apartment were the night had consisted of cuddling and movies along with a few times of his lips upon mine which only began to move lower to the point I was sure few love marks would greet me in the morning but for now… I wasn’t complaining about it.

A/N : I hope this is good enough. I’m trying to base a lot of my writing off of the songs I enjoy listening to. Again I hope you enjoy and congrats for even making it this far (I didn’t read over it yet so I will have to edit it.) <3


Beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows could be seen as the sun lowered into the horizon. A gentle, cool, breeze made its way through the area, rustling the leaves on the trees and gliding through the quills of a pink hedgehog. She enjoyed the fresh air for a moment, before stepping up a wooden staircase and knocking on a door.

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Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life

2.9k words of very manly cockles nonsense
for @casthegrumpy‘s birthday

The first time Misha reads the script, he laughs so hysterically that he gets lightheaded and has to take a nap in his trailer.

Jensen will soon be standing in front of a teenage girl, listening intently as she explains the concept of Destiel subtext to him.

Nothing could delight Misha more.

Granted, Jensen is one of his best friends. And he maybe probably definitely wouldn’t be opposed if Jensen one day decided to burn his straight pride flag and kissed his face just a little.

But that’s beside the point.

The point is that Jensen–poor, overcompensating, precious little macho Jensen–has to confront his worst fear on national television: Dean and Cas doing it.

The second time Misha reads the script–and honestly he reads it a second time simply because it fills him with such petty joy (it’s not like he’s in the fucking episode)–he gets stuck on one teensy little part.

Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life.


Real life.

Before he has the inclination to filter himself, he shoots Robbie a text: Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life? Is there something between me and Jensen that I don’t know about?

Robbie texts back almost immediately.


Siobhan and Kristen. Are you implying that Jensen and I are “a couple in real life”?

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hogwartsfanfiction03  asked:

Can you do an Imagine where Calvin has a Little sister (Y/N) ( like age 13-15) and she gets a Boyfriend and he makes a Video Ranting about it (Like Over Protective Brother Scenario) thanks :)

Thank you so much for the request! I’m really sorry in advance because I’m not really happy with this one, but I hope you enjoy it anyway haha 💗 I’m so sorry for the lack of posting but I’ll definitely be able to post more as soon as Friday is over and done with!!

Calvin’s eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him. He was naturally skeptical of his intentions, but he was willing to give him a chance.

Calvin leaned against the doorframe nonchalantly and you watched his movements very carefully, looking for the telltale signs of irritation on your brother’s face.
Your boyfriend stood next to you and stared back at Calvin, unsure of what to do.
After a long moment Calvin simply nodded and feigned a smile before pushing past both of you, closing his bedroom door behind him as he headed to the kitchen.
And that was that.
Hardly the warm welcome you’d hoped for, but at least he wasn’t angry.

Your boyfriend turned to you and leaned in to kiss your cheek, bidding you goodbye after a day of laughing and watching movies.
‘Naw.’ Calvin said under his breath as he pushed through the middle of you once again; he had seemed to be doing that the whole day - lurking around waiting for any physical contact to be initiated whatsoever so he could cut it off.

‘Calvin!’ You whined, rolling your eyes as your boyfriend settled for a hug and closed the front door behind him as he almost ran out of your house. What?’ He asked over his shoulder as he made his way back to his bedroom.
‘Stop it.’
'Stop what?’ He turned around, taking a bite out of the sandwich he was holding in one hand.
'Stop interrupting.’ You said, cringing at your choice of words.
'Interrupting what?’ He asked, his eyes boring into yours, his stare intense.
'He just wanted to say goodbye.’ You huffed, turning your back on him.

He continued his irritating behaviour whenever your boyfriend came over, and you were growing painfully tired of it.
You went to confront him, but before you could open his bedroom door you heard his raised voice - seemingly ranting about something.
You frowned and pressed your ear to the door, confused - Calvin hardly ever made rant videos.
You shrugged it off and decided the issue could wait until later - you didn’t want to interrupt his filming.

Later on that night, Calvin still hadn’t come out of his bedroom and you deduced that he would probably be editing, and it was safe to disturb him.

You knocked before entering and then stopped in your tracks as you heard the audio to the video he was editing.
You stood there and listened as your brother ranted about you having a boyfriend and how he didn’t think the boy was good enough for you and how he wasn’t sure of his intentions with his sister.

'You made a VIDEO about me?’ You raged, unable to believe that he was going to actually publish it.

Calvin sighed as he spun around in his chair to face you.
You didn’t get a chance to execute the dramatic exit you would have liked to though, because before you could leave and slam the door behind you, you felt a light grip on your elbow.
He pulled you over to his bed and sat you down, taking a seat next to you.

He sighed, 'I’m sorry, Y/n. I won’t put it out if you don’t want me to. It’s just hard for me that-’, he rubbed the back of his neck, 'I dunno how to…’ Then he sat up a little straighter, as if he’d had a great idea.
'Watch the video!’ He exclaimed, 'All the shit I wanna say is in the video.’

So you did. And Calvin watched your expression the whole way through - he smiled when you laughed at certain parts and then examined your features carefully when it got to the serious parts of the video.

He felt bad for being so overprotective, but what else was he supposed to do? As far as he was concerned, his job was to protect you - and that’s exactly what he was going to do; but he didn’t like seeing you upset.

Once it was finished, you went and sat back on the bed with Calvin and he looked at you expectantly.
'So?’ He asked. He seemed almost nervous.
'I get it,’ you said, and relief flooded his face.
'But you can’t keep annoying us when he’s over, and you have to give him a chance. You’ve not even given him a chance yet, and I think he deserves that,’ you said, and he nodded slowly.
'Okay,’ he said, and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug.
'I’m sorry,’ he said, and you knew he meant it.
'It’s okay, Cal. I get it,’ you replied, smiling.

’…. Wanna play some CS:GO?’ He asked and you nodded, laughing. Even though he was overprotective, you wouldn’t want him any other way.

I’ll be posting again either tonight or tomorrow, so yeah💗 keep the requests coming; or if you just want a chat my ask box is always open! Luv you x

for hannibal-spectre: harry potter au! with socially awkward werewolf derek who finds his mate in a scrawny gryffindor prankster (im so sorry, its 3 am here and i have a mighty need for this, i apologize in advance if you don’t do harry potter au!’s

I absolutely do Harry Potter AUs but, I’m sorry, I only ever sort Stiles into Slytherin. That’s where he belongs and no one will convince me otherwise, lol. I hope that’s okay, friend ♥

Derek is thirteen when he notices the smell. It’s not like anything he’s ever smelled before. But it’s during the sorting, so he can’t really pin down who the smell is coming from. There are so many people. He’s sure he looks like an idiot, craning his neck around to look at everyone. His older sister, Laura, kicks him underneath the Gryffindor table and tells him to stop making a spectacle of himself.

He barely eats during the whole feast. After, he writes a hurried letter to his mother, asking her advice about what happened. He’s never been so taken by a smell like that.

She writes back the next morning and tells him he must’ve smelled his mate and isn’t that nice? She’s so happy for him and Derek’s father is, too. They can’t wait to hear all about the person.

Derek is less than happy. He doesn’t even know who the person is

So he starts a list of all the facts he has to narrow it down. All he has so far is that his mate is probably a first year; it has to be someone who’s new at the school, someone who wasn’t here last year.

That’s all that remains on his list for a while. It hard to pinpoint the scent because it seems like it’s coming from everywhere. It’s all over classrooms and the halls and he smells it at different tables in the great hall. It’s all over people who aren’t his mate, too, like his mate just goes around touching people. It’s ridiculous. How is he ever supposed to figure out who it is? He spends a month certain that it’s Scott McCall, a first year Gryffindor. The only reason he realizes it’s not is because he catches Scott in the boy’s bathroom after a shower and he doesn’t smell right, doesn’t smell like Derek’s mate. That’s actually kind of disappointing; Scott would’ve been a good mate. He’s a nice kid, always smiling and Derek has seen him helping other kids in their house with various things in the common room.

And Derek makes kind of an ass out of himself trying to befriend Scott, too. Befriend, because eleven or twelve is entirely too young to be dealing with serious stuff like mates and significant others and courtship. He’s not going to tell his mate about everything for years, of course, not until he’s sure his mate will understand and can make an informed decision in regards to the whole forever thing.

It’s not until after winter break that he finally figures out his mate is a Slytherin; his mate’s scent is all over the dungeons. Derek notices it when he’s wandering around one weekend. After that, well, he can narrow the list down a little bit more. There are only so many first year Slytherins, after all. He can just cross them off by process of elimination.

That… turns out to be harder than he was expecting. He spends a week convinced it’s Jackson Whittemore and just wishing he could die because, seriously? That would be the worst. The Whittemores are not the kind of family the Hales usually associate with. Old money and snobbish attitudes; Jackson seems to fit the mold perfectly. Derek’s little sister, Cora, complains about him all the time. They have a few classes together. If she’s not complaining about what a jerk Jackson Whittemore is, she’s complaining about the Stilinski kid being such a troublemaker.

Derek goes home that year with it narrowed down to three possible candidates. He’s miserable the whole summer long.

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See You in the Morning (Bumbleby)

It was a night as long as the universe was wide, and Yang had been awake for every single second of it.

“Starting to think maybe the sixth bowl of ice cream was a mistake.”

A lot of things, it seemed, had been a mistake. Like early-morning electives, to name one.

It was strange. Usually, Yang could throw herself into dreamland with all the subtle effectiveness of blasting a club’s bouncer through its doors – hello, yes, thank you, one dream about hunting down Grimm in the Emerald Forest, please, ignore the debris and I’ll be right on my way – but tonight seemed to be catching all her punches and requesting IDs she simply didn’t have.

And she’d tried every trick she knew, too. She’d tried counting sheep, but that made her not just awake but bored and awake. She tried relaxing her body, but all that did was agitate her brain, like all the nervous energy had to go somewhere whether she liked it or not. She’d tried counting the stars out her window, but that had made her feel like they were mocking her. About the only thing left to do at that point was to knock herself unconscious, and Yang wasn’t quite that desperate for a good night’s rest. Though, give it about two more hours …


Another look out the window. Yang had heard that, sometimes, when their compasses weren’t working, those lost in the darkness navigated by the light of the stars. Maybe if she stopped counting and just looked at them for a while, she could trace a path between them. A path to someplace soft, quiet, and dreamlike. Someplace with snoring as ambient music.

And then a sea of stars and infinite blackness otherwise was replaced by a sea of stars and infinite blackness otherwise, and okay maybe metaphors didn’t always work but the point was that Blake was suddenly there, eyes like swirling space looking into her own, and Yang had almost just had a heart attack.

“WOAH!” Something something night’s silence something something cannon fire, and Yang came within an inch and slightly slower reflexes of falling out of bed. “Hey … Blake. Practicing your assassination techniques? Cause, uh, they came really close to working! Geeze.”

The night was still just as quiet as before. At least the view had improved.

“Eh.” Yang scratched the back of her head. Anything to get proper sentences out. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh? Misery loves company, I guess.” That was probably one too many sentences. Best to change subjects. “You, uh, wanna go do some sparring or something? Since we’re both awake.”

There was a glimmer in Blake’s eyes, and wasn’t it more like a gun at her hip? “Sparring, huh?” With a movement that was reminiscent of getting on a motorcycle and quite frankly impressive in her yukata, Blake swung her leg over to straddle Yang. “If that’s what you wanna call it …”

“B-Blake?” Either some new advances in grappling involving lips and necks had been found too recently for Yang to notice, or else this wasn’t the type of sparring Yang had been talking about. “What are you … oh, wow.”

Oh, wow, indeed, because there were very few things in the world capable of setting Yang on fire besides her own soul, and Blake was, so far, the first person to be diplomatic about the challenge. Her and a mouth that could move like the fantastic.

“Mmmm,” Blake practically purred against Yang’s pulse, and there was really no choice but to amend that to “diplomatic and hot as hellfire.”

“Blake, are you sure -” Only half the words escaped Yang’s mouth – the other half ran straight into Blake’s finger. And her smirk.

“Just relax.” Blake spoke in a low, breathy whisper, and Yang was caught between it and the feeling of lips moving against the blood rising to her skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

Half of that was going to be real easy, but that “relaxing” bit was going to be flat-out impossible. If Yang wasn’t going to get any sleep before …

Deep breaths. Deep and warm, like the summer ocean, as Blake’s lips left a trail of miracles in their wake. Everything Yang was, was … alive, suddenly. Growing and changing and, gosh, she suddenly couldn’t stop giggling, because, what else was she supposed to do with this?

Wonder, perhaps. Wonder, because the longest night in the world still had lightning bugs in it. Wonder, because there were constellations in the lines between billions of miles of empty sky. Wonder, because bedtime stories, maybe, just maybe, meant something after all.

Wonder at the shape of Blake’s lips.

And smile. Dust, Yang smiled. Oh, did she ever smile at the way the stars aligned, led her back home, because, unbelievably, incredibly, Yang Xiao Long was being kissed at the jawline by the girl of her dre -

Every inch of Blake-kissed skin felt, as sudden and apocalyptic as nuclear winter, so very cold.

“Blake.” The words were scarcely a murmur. “Stop.”

“Hmmm.” Blake’s kisses felt like spider bites. No pain in them, but the venom – it burned.

“I said stop.” Yang’s voice grew with her resolve, but even then it was a feat worthy of legend to push Blake off of her. “You need to stop.”

There was a silence, like the aftereffects of some large explosion. Disorienting, and a sensation almost like blood in the ears. Looking for survivors.

Blake looked at Yang.

Yang looked back.

She looked at eyes like stardust, a trail to the center of the universe. She looked at hair as black as midnight, something soft and private and somehow more real than the rest of the day. She looked at a face like the moon, breaking, scattering, and reforming in phases, a testament to survival, despite. She looked at everything she’d ever wanted in life, and never known she could have.

She didn’t want to say the words.

“You’re just a dream, aren’t you?”

There was a glimmer in Blake’s eyes, and wasn’t it more like a gun at her temple? “Afraid so.”

“Heh.” Yang reached up to brush some of Blake’s bangs from her forehead. Nothing seemed funny. Everything seemed cold. “Do you have any idea how heartbreaking it’s gonna be when I wake up and you aren’t actually there?”

Blake smiled wide. There still didn’t seem to be all that much funny. “As much so as all the other times?”

“ … yeah.” But there was the warmth – just a little of it. Just a few drops, pooling at the corner of Yang’s eyes. “Yeah.”

They kissed.

The night wasn’t nearly long enough.

Break In (Ray/Reader)

Who: Reader/Ray
What: Your apartment was robbed and you got clobbered in the process. Ray lives below you and is one of your good friends so he takes care of you.
Rating: Mostly PG, some swearing, some pain/blood/sexual suggestions but nothing big. Ray is too adorable I am sorry.
Author’s note: May continue with this later because I feel like good guy Ray needs more love. Part two here.
Words: 5,000+

You felt cold. There was a metallic taste in your mouth. But you were cold. You had never felt this cold in bed. Slowly you opened your eyes, the light was blinding. You squinted at the blurry whiteness. Slowly it started to come more and more into focus. The white walls were not your room. The ceiling wasn’t your ceiling. You went from cold and sleepy, to cold and wide awake. You jerked up in bed and looked around. You rubbed your eyes and your head ached. Beside you was a small table with a little vase full of flowers. They were still wrapped in their plastic. Hastily bought. The little beeps and noises meant only one thing. A hospital? You looked around more. There were no IV’s in your arm, but the small heart monitor was attached to your finger either way. Well..

You hadn’t had an allergic reaction to anything at least. But why were you here. Why were you in the.. You reached up and felt your head again, it was killing you now but all you felt was a bandage. It ached there. Why. Your arms were littered in what looked like day old bruises. You weren’t in your clothes but in a gown. Other parts of you ached enough that you felt like you needed to lay back down but now your heart was beating rapidly. You couldn’t stop it. Why were you HERE? You opened your mouth to speak but only a soft little sound came out. Your voice was worn. Why? You tried to yell but it was scratchy and faded to the point that it didn’t even carry to the door.

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Reset Day

We interrupt this sadness with some requests from followers. Thank you guys so much for being such amazing fans of my fanfic. You guys are the best, and I don’t know where I’d be without you.

[Sans Days] [Previous]

Warnings: Panic attack, Undyne, Happiness–whatever that is

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How am I supposed to explain to you, how much that last weekend means to me?! HOW?! Well… I’ll try my best. ;)

At the three days of the AnimagiC convention in my home country last weekend I got the chance to see, hear and finally meet my fave mangaka of all time, Nobuhiro Watsuki-sensei, and his lovely wife, Kaworu Kurosaki (author of some of the stories her husband’s drawn), not at least once but for SEVERAL times during the whole event! (You can see him and his wife left on the photo above. She was ALWAYS wearing kimonos! So beautiful! - At the right side you can see Shinichiro Watanabe, director of Cowboy Bebop etc.!!!) We also had the chance to see and hear the german voice actor of Kenshin, René Dawn-Claude. He’s such a handsome fella… And his voice when he’s screaming the attacks in japanese language… Well… *coughs* Let me say I love it… ;)

The first day we had the chance to attend a really well prepared and detailed panel about Watsuki-sensei and how he’s working as a mangaka. We saw photos of his actual working place! I didn’t know, for example, that he’s still working with ink and pencils. He said he dislikes all things digital - and that impressed me massively. Same here, actually ;). He’s still working “analog” and his works are brilliant nonetheless. Watsuki-sensei also is a big nerd like us! He’s got a huge cupboard with tons of figures in it (anime/games)! A usual working day is REALLY hard for him, we learned. He only gets four or five hours of sleep per day! I wouldn’t survive this…

And - of course - he told us EVERYTHING we ever wanted to know about Rurouni Kenshin. The Q&A surprised me again, because there were A LOT of very intelligent, interesting questions asked.

After that panel was the first signing. It was IMPOSSIBLE to see the full panel and to get in the line for an autograph IN TIME. But Watsuki-san was about to give another signing the following day. And so we managed to be there two hours beforehand to make sure, that we could meet him at least once. And OMG… It was so… so…

I don’t think I can really put into words, what it means to me to actual meet my fave japanese artist and to THANK him, for this wonderful and heartbreaking story of Himura Kenshin, to tell him, how much his story inspired me to write and to draw for myself. I was so happy that he decided to visit his fans here in Germany. And I REALLY TOLD HIM THIS! The interpreter translated my words immediately for Watsuki-sensei and his wife. And they were so happy, Watsuki-san bowed nonetheless and was smiling!

There was a little discussion about my request for a signature of him at my own fanart - since I was the only person out of hundreds of fans who had brought one with her exactly for that purpose. And the convention crew wasn’t so sure whether Watsuki-sensei would like to do such a thing or not. But then I asked him right away, when I stood in front of him. I said that it would be a great honour for me, if he would sign my drawing. At least: It was he himself and his Kenshin who inspired me to create it! The interpreter translated my words and OF COURSE and OMG it wasn’t a problem at all! Watsuki bowed (until his head nearly hit the table before him) and his wife was all going: “Omg! It is SO BEAUTIFUL! SO BEAUTIFUL!”  ………………………… I still can’t believe this…

They gave me the autographs and Watsuki-sensei himself verified my drawing and acknowledged it as RUROUNI KENSHIN by writing it - which made me proud beyond any words. (See photo above! :))) ) After this… I was a crying mess. I shed real tears of joy, guys, let me tell you.

I’m so HAPPY that we got the chance to meet him! So happy! I can’t describe it. I simply can’t.

The AnimagiC also gave us the opportunity to watch all three Kenshin-movies with Takeru Sato as Kenshin as a “Triple-Night” - and we really did it. We sat seven hours on the most uncomfortable chairs I’ve ever came across - but it was so worth it. I knew the movies already. But it was a complete different thing to watch them on a huge screen than at my labby. Takeru Sato… Once again he managed to knock me off my feet. He’s such a brilliant actor guys. Switching from the all smiling “Oro?!”-uttering cutie to the frightening, determined Hitokiri Battosai in an instand: Not a problem for Sato-san. It was overwhelming.

That whole weekend was so unique and unforgettable for us! I cannot be thankful enough for it. And now I’m looking forward to draw Kenshin. Again. Finally. I’ve drawn him many, many times in the years between 2003 and 2010. But now, with the face of Takeru Sato, I want to draw him again - i feel the URGE to draw him! At least once! I just have to. ;)

God, what an experience, what a damn good weekend! Thanks again to the everlasting Merlin to my Arthur, merlination, for travelling with me! Without her I wouldn’t have been able to survive all this. THX, bb! :D

Form of Expression

Form of Expression
Member: Jeon Jungkook
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst
Plot: You take photos of everything that mattered to you, from good to bad. Though Jungkook hasn’t been in one single photo. 
Word Count: 2,750
Author’s Note: Inspired by Alex and Sierra’s first album “All About Us’. I wrote this today, while I was actually trying to write part two for NMNL. I’m truly sorry if you expected this to be an update on NMNL, but unfortunately, I’ve been having writer’s block, so it’s really unsettling. I’d really appreciate feedback on NMNL and on this little scenario as well. I currently have one request sitting in my inbox, and I’ll try to get on that as soon as possible! 

Originally posted by jungkooz

Picturesque. You were simply picturesque. However, you weren’t simple, no, not at all. You were heavenly striking in everything you did; maybe it was in the way you moved, the way you tucked the few strands of hair that always managed to tickle the apples of your cheeks, or the way you licked your roseate lips in such a subtle yet enticing manner whenever you were so concentrated. Jungkook was in love with you. Perhaps, that was the most scenic attraction to him. Your passion, your camera.

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Luna Velasquez loves apartment 315. She loves how it’s sat right in the corner of the complex with their balcony overlooking the street, just high enough up that she can pretend she lives in a real city instead of this shitty college town. She loves rooming with her cousin Daniella and her best friend Niall, the way they dance around each other, and their ever flowing circle of friends in and out the slightly dented front door. She loves the boys across the hall, Louis and Zayn, who always share their weed and compliment her cooking. She loves her stuff scattered all over the worn carpeting and the chips in the drywall. But most of all, she loves the feeling of home.

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Just ignore me, I'm having a Supernaturally Obsessed rant

So normal people say they love a show, and they obviously watch it when there is a new episode. They might watch a few reruns sometimes, and if it is good they will buy the DVD set and rewatch them again.

Then there are people who really love a show. They watch it often, and go on tumblr or something and talk to other fans about it.

Then there are people who are really obsessed with their favorite shows. People like me. I have watched Supernatural pretty much since it began. I watch rewatch atleast 3 episodes every single day. No lie. I have always watched it when it first airs, then since I dvr it I rewatch it and when the dvds come out I buy them. Then Netflix got them and I can watch it anywhere, so I even had a week and a half where I watched the entire series straight through and nothing else. Then I got to the point I watched several everyday. It all started when TNT started showing 3 of them a day a few years back and I was like, oh well I have to watch them, and no matter what I would every day (even though I have all of the dvds and also watch those all the time.) So in addition to those, I also watch them on my computer when I am on here.

But the obsession does not stop there. (my url is obssesedwith-castiel-dean-sam for a reason). Yeah I blog about Supernatural all the time (I know the past week I have not been on because of school and it is KILLING me) But I spend most of my free time editing pictures, making gifs, making posts…then there are all these other awesome posts from the fandom (best fandom ever!) and next thing you know hours later you are still on Tumblr blogging about Supernatural (Oh and thanks to Netflix I pull up two windows and on one side I am on Tumblr blogging about Supernatural, the other is Netflix and I am watching Supernatural.)

But wait, there’s more. They have videos of the conventions, which are just as awesome as the show because they have the most awesome cast ever. I watch those all the time too, I can’t get enough so of course I had to go to Chicon and it was the best thing that happened since Supernatural first aired. I am lucky I get to go again. I will go every year even if I have to sell my soul to Crowley. 

Of course you must buy Supernatural merchandise too, so you know I have a lot of the books (some I bought some I at least have online, I even wrote three of my own. Yes I am a Supernaturally obsessed mythology geek) Gotta have shirts too. I mean who doesn’t want a shirt with Sam, Dean or Cas on it. I don’t care that when I wear them a majority of people do not know who they are. (hello are you stupid???) and you have to have accessories too. Yes, I am also planning my Supernatural tattoo, I want it to be a mix of the anti-possession tattoo and angel wings and something written in Latin.

Yes, most of you may think I need to be committed. But there’s more.

Fanfic. Gay ships. At first I was like eh…no. (well I have always been Team Destiel since 5 years ago when he walked through that barn door, but I mean like Wincest and stuff I was not so sure about)

But then I read one. That night I stayed up until 6 in the morning (no shit) and could not stop reading them. The very next day I wrote my first fan fic. Then I wrote another. Now I am cranking out fanfics with several chapters and tens of thousands of words. 

If it wasn’t bad enough I was addicted to Destiel, then Destiel fan fic I decided to read some Wincest fanfic. (I mean I would never want that on the show, but in fanfic, let me tell you don’t knock it ‘til you try it because trust me I doubted it too but now I am writing my own) but yeah so now I am addicted to Destiel, Wincest, Weecest, even ships I never was a part of like Sastiel and Sabriel, I love them all. RPF too, I love Cockles and J2 and just…god I mean Chuck help me

I also did not think I would like the AU fanfics where they are totally different people, but some similarities. Of course I was wrong about that too. You fanfic writers are AMAZING! I hope someday my work can be that good (right now most of mine start innocent enough but they always end with hot passionate gay ship sex) I even am working on an AU fanfic right now with Sam, Gabriel and Cas in high school and Dean is in collage. And I have these on going Cockles, Wincest and Destiel series I keep adding to. I can’t stop now, all day long I am thinking about what I will add to them, I haven’t used any prompts and I still come up with things. (which is crazy because I cannot for the life of me come up with a topic for a paper for school but I can take one small idea for fanfic and write 20,000 words)

So yeah I am obsessed with these life ruiners named Misha, Jared and Jensen and I can’t get enough of hunters in plaid and angels in trench coats (bonus if you get to see him in jeans)

So I have no idea what the point of this post was, am I the only person out there who is so extremely obsessed with Supernatural that it pretty much is what a majority of your life is about? ( I do have a life too, but like if I am sitting in class I am thinking about it, if I am on a date I am thinking about how much sexier he would be if he were a hunter or wearing a trench coat…)

I don’t have a problem because I never want to change. I love Supernatural more than life it self, it is the best show in the world, with the best actors ever and the most amazing fandom. 


17 fanfics (Jisoo x You): “Stay” beautifully written by camera-seventeen

    I arranged my lamp on the side table for about the twelfth time.  Ever since he called a few days ago, I had become an obsessive clean freak, straightening everything and making sure my apartment would look perfect when he arrived.  I didn’t want him to think I had deteriorated into a slob over the past year and a half, which was a hard thing not to do after moving away from my parents.

                The doorbell rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise.  I forced myself to calm down and coolly walked to the door, pulling it open. 

                Jisoo’s face broke into a wide smile. 

                “Hey,” he greeted.

                “Hey,” I echoed shyly. 

                We stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do.  Do we hug?  Shake hands?  High-five?

                “Come in,” I said finally, stepping aside to let him through.  He didn’t have much with him, just a duffle bag and a suitcase, which he promptly dropped in the foyer as he tugged off his shoes.

                “How was your flight?” I asked.  He walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it.

                “Tiring. 12 hours on a plane wears you out,” he sighed, draping an arm over his eyes. 

                I tucked a leg under me and sat on the other end of the sofa.  “You should rest.  Get readjusted to the time zone,” I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.  Since when had I been so awkward and distant around him?  I had been so excited to hear my close friend was coming back from America, but now I didn’t know what to say to him.

                He sat up.  “Nah.  I haven’t seen you in so long; it would be a waste to spend today sleeping.”  He reached over and ruffled my hair.  I wrinkled my nose and swatted his hand away.  We both laughed, and it was starting to feel like old times again. 

                I rose and padded into the kitchen.  “Are you hungry?”  I opened a cupboard to see what I had.

                “Depends,” he replied, following me.  “Am I going to taste some of your cooking?”  He was so close behind me that I could feel his breath on my back of my neck.

                I surveyed our choices and plucked something from the top shelf.  “If by cooking you mean my high-class three minute ramen,” I answered with a smirk. 

                We caught up as we prepared and ate our dinner.  He was always the more interesting one in our pair, full of stories about his American classmates and college professors.  So much had happened to him in the time we’d been separated, but I felt like I was still stuck in my same old shell, watching him from a distance. 

                After our meal, Jisoo unpacked a few of his things and went to take a shower.  He emerged wearing a thin white t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly damp and the clean scent of shampoo wafting from his body.  I swallowed hard as I watched him walk across the room.  It was almost painful, being this attracted to him.

                “Do you want to watch a movie?  I have new DVDs that haven’t been released in Korea yet,” he offered, crouching by his suitcase.  “They’re in English, though,” he added with an almost challenging look.

                I scoffed.  “Please.  English was my best class in high school.”

                He laughed as he selected a movie and put it in the player.  “Because I coached you through it.”

                “Not true!” I protested, shoving him in the shoulder as he moved to sit beside me on the floor. 

                The movie was a thriller, full of exciting action scenes and stunts.  Jisoo and I sat close as the bright light of the TV illuminated us in the darkness.  As the credits rolled, I leaned my head back against the couch and studied his profile.

                “Jisoo,” I murmured.

                “Hm?” he asked, tearing his attention away from the screen to glance at me.

                “I’m glad you’re back.  I missed you.”

                He smiled.  “I missed you too.”

                “Are you going to stay for good this time?” I couldn’t help but ask.  He was always bouncing back and forth between the country he grew up in and the country his parents grew up in.  Since our families were friends, I’d seen him during plenty of summers.  I thought that after he moved in the middle of high school that his visits would be permanent, but within three years he had gone back to the States to study.  I knew he was only planning on staying with me for two weeks but part of me remained hopeful.

                He frowned slightly.  “I have to finish university first.”

                I looked away.  “I know.  I understand.”

                There was a pause, a grand orchestra piece playing in the background.

                “Did you meet anyone over there?” I wondered nonchalantly. 

                “Not really.”

                My mind wandered to the day he left. 

                We’d already said our goodbyes, but I grabbed his arm at the last second. 

                “What’s wrong?” he asked.

                “Jisoo, I…”

                I couldn’t bring the words to my mouth, and my voice was replaced by the attendant announcing final boarding.

                I reluctantly released him.  “Never mind.  It’s not that important.”

                “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it,” he assured me, ruffling my hair and waving before turning away and disappearing past the gate. 

“There was something I wanted to tell you at the airport before you left.”

                “Oh, yeah.  What was it?”

                He gazed at me, his bangs falling in front of his expectant eyes and a slight smile playing at his lips.

                “I l—”

                I jumped as the DVD returned to its menu screen after the credits, playing a composition that involved heavy percussion.

                “Ah, it’s late.  We should go to sleep.”

                He furrowed his eyebrows as I stood up.  He clasped my wrist, the soft pressure of his fingertips heating my skin. 

                “Wait, finish what you were saying.”

                “I can save it for tomorrow.  You must be really jet-lagged.”

                He let go.

                “Good night, Jisoo,” I told him, retiring to my room. 

                Once alone, I scolded myself.  Why couldn’t I just say it?  It occupied my thoughts as I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed.  I lay awake in the dark for several minutes before finally getting the resolve to spit the words out once and for all.  I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and went to my bedroom door.

                I almost screamed when I opened it to reveal Jisoo, his hand poised to knock.  The blanket slipped off and pooled around my feet, sending goose bumps across my body.  We stood there, our gazes locked, for a beat.  Then, Jisoo crossed the threshold and kissed me, holding me close.  I eagerly returned the sentiment.

                “I love you,” I exhaled when we pulled apart. 

                He smiled.  “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”