he has really nice hands can i hook up my pinky with yours

Chinese Takeout-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by thealpha

Characters: Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Coach Finstock, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Warnings: none?

Pairing: hint at Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Stiles, out of nowhere, involves you in the tradition that takes place every lacrosse match Beacon Hills plays.

Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who’s both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years. 

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Off Limits | CHANYEOL

Pairing: Chanyeol (EXO) x Reader

Word Count: 743

Summary: Sisters before misters can hurt. 


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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An Awkward Conversation - Jason Todd x Reader - Part Two

Part One

Requested by Anon -  part two of an awkward convo? Like they actually start dating and superboy isn’t okay with it

Requested by Anon -  a continuation series of an awkward conversation

After a lot of debating between Batman and Superman, they finally came to an agreement. It was decided that Jason would be allow to ask you out on a date as long as the date was supervised. 

Conner wasn’t happy with the idea, spending the rest of his time trying to soil Jason’s reputation. He tried everything from having Wolf trip Jason when you were watching to convincing other people to talk badly about Jason when you were in earshot.

Unfortunately for him, none of these things he did worked and when Jason asked, you agreed enthusiastically. You ran to tell Conner all about it, much to his displeasure. M’gann told him he should let it go, and let you make your own decisions. Conner disagreed with her, knowing Jason was going to try something with you. 

To be honest, he wouldn’t have been so overprotective if you weren’t so innocent. After the incident where you and Jason found two goons in a compromising position, he feared Jason would trick you into something you weren’t ready for. He became especially concerned when you told him how Jason explained to you how babies were made and offered to show you sometime.

That’s why Conner was in your room as you and M’gann tried to figure out what you should wear on your date. M’gann sorted through your clothes while you fussed with your hair. 

“I don’t see why you have to go on a date with him,” Conner grumbled from his seat on your bed. You glared at him.

“I’m going because I want to,” you replied sharply. “Besides, you go on dates.”

“Yeah…,” Conner mumbled, pursing his lips before coming up with another argument. “But you’re too young.”

“Conner, she’s the same age as you,” M’gann interjected, holding up your only dress. “(Y/N), I think we might need to go clothes shopping.”

“Really?” you asked, giving her your full attention. “What’s wrong with my dress?”

M’gann bit her lip before answering. “Well, it just a little neon.” You looked at it, tilting your head. When Black Canary took you shopping for clothes, she insisted you buy a dress. You didn’t like any of them until you saw the neon orange number M’gann was currently rejecting.

“But I thought it was nice,” you pondered, rubbing your chin. 

Conner rolled his eyes, still growling even though he knew he lost your attention. “Dates aren’t that fun anyway.”

“It…is nice, (Y/N). It’s just a little bright for a date that isn’t going to involve a rave,” M’gann explained, smiling when your eyes brightened at the word ‘rave’.

“Ooo, what’s a rave?” you asked, curious to learn a new word. Conner shook his head at your ignorance. 

“If you don’t know what it is, you shouldn’t be going on a date with Jason,” Conner commented loudly, catching your attention. You frowned at him, your eyes wide with hurt. 

“Conner, stop it,” M’gann chided him. Conner grunted, crossing his arms. 

“She doesn’t know enough to date,” Conner snapped, getting to his feet. You jumped at the tone of his voice. “He could try something, and she won’t know what to do.”

M’gann sighed, defending you when she sensed your distress. “She’s going out on a supervised date with Jason, for goodness’ sake. You think Batman is going to let him try something.”

“I doubt Batman could stop him,” Conner growled, only stopping when you burst into tears. You escaped into your bathroom, slamming the door behind you. 

“Now look at what you’ve done,” M’gann scolded, pushing Conner out of the room. “You stay away until you can be supportive.” Conner protested, but let M’gann hassle him out of the room anyway. The sound of your tears distressed him, but he knew it was for your own good. He couldn’t let you go on that date.

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Love sonnets

Characters: Jin & You

Genre: romance, slice of life, slight angst, friends to lovers

Words: 4630

Summary: You and Jin have been best friends for years but only when he’s on the verge of losing you, he realizes that you might have been in love all along.

I got quite rusty writing third pov, so this is my attempt to get back to it. I hope it’s not confusing but every other scene is a flashback. Also, check out Pablo Neruda’s poems, they were my inspiration for this fic.

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In the devastation and ruin of Hell Sam stands before Crowley’s ill-gained throne. Feeling the eyes of the demons on him, that same rush like something golden and forbidden spooling forth from a tight and long-ignored place in his chest. His mouth dry with longing as their blood rushes, iron-sulfur scented, echoing chamber-like in his ears. Powerful as the ocean and twice as compelling.

Crowley is eyeing him with a sort of challenging amusement. Insomuch as they both know Sam cannot physically harm him they are both also aware of why Sam is here, and of the lengths he will go in the absence of Dean. Sam’s boundaries are stretched wide as a chasm when he’s without his brother.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can talk you into leaving,” Crowley says. Sam shakes his head. The smile on his lips feels tight and cold and pressed nearly bloodless at the corners. When he straightens up something dark and electric settles at the base of his spine and from the corner of his eye he sees one demon shiver like it’s cold.

“You’ve kept him here,” Sam says, and his voice is very quiet and almost calm but the rage, the rage holds his fists tight, bitten-down nails pressing rough into his palms. “For over a year, Crowley. Like a goddamn animal.”

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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 7)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: Some profanity, what else is new

A/N: This is the longest chapter I’ve written yet, but many important things happen, so stick around! Also, just wanted thank you for your enthusiasm for this story, and for all the likes, reblogs, and lovely messages you send my way :) it really helps me stay motivated to keep writing!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]


It’s been about a week since it happened. Or, nine days, seven hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact. Not like you’re counting or anything.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed in the cabin, watching Steph apply makeup. It’s Friday, and there’s some social event, movie night-type thing going on in less than an hour with everyone at the camp. It’s optional, however, so you’re definitely skipping out on this one.

Steph, on the other hand, has been freaking out about what she’s going to wear for the past two hours. Apparently Mitch said he would, “see her there”, and so she’s turned into a hectic mess, pulling out every bit of non-athletic clothing she brought with her, trying it on and twirling around in front of the mirror. Eventually, you convinced her that her olive green top and white tennis skirt were perfectly acceptable for a movie night.

She turns to you suddenly. “How does my eyeliner look?”

You glance up briefly. Her wings are perfectly even. “It looks great, Steph. Try not to stress too much.”

“Yeah, but I think my right wing isn’t as thick as my left. I’ve got to make them perfect.” She turns back to the mirror, sticking her tongue out as she drags the liquid liner across her eyelid.

“Steph, Mitch isn’t going to care about your eyeliner.”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing. He definitely already likes you, so he wouldn’t care if you showed up wearing a mismatched pajamas and eyeliner only on one eye.”

“Okay, you’re right” Steph agrees, putting down the liner. “Maybe I should just calm down. It’s just a movie night, not a date.”

“That’s only what I’ve been telling you for the past three hours.”

She rolls her eyes. “So, what are you wearing?”

You glance down at your go-to pj’s: grey sweats and a well-loved Maple Leafs t-shirt. “This?”

“To a movie night?”

“I’m not going.”

“What?” she cries. “Not happening, I am not going alone.”

“Steph,” you say firmly. “I can’t go.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “So what if Auston’s there? You don’t have to talk to him or look at him or anything.”

“Yeah, not like that will be hard or anything considering him and Mitch are attached at the hip,” you point out.

“If you really don’t care about Auston as much as you claim to, and truly are putting hockey first, then this shouldn’t be a problem. But obviously by the way you’ve been hiding from the boy all week, you have still have some feelings for h-”

You stand up. “I’ll go.”

Steph can barely conceal her smile. “I’m assuming you didn’t bring anything cute to wear with you.”

“Are we basing it off your definition of cute or mine?”

“What do you think?” Steph digs around in her pile of discarded clothes and chucks something white and lacy at you. “Put that on.”

Forty minutes later, you’re wearing Steph’s shirt, a white tank top that has a low cut v-neck lined with a tasteful amount of lace, your favourite comfy cardigan, and some jean shorts. Steph had curled the ends of your hair and you’d put on a touch of mascara and brow gel. You felt pretty and confident. So what if Auston was there? That didn’t mean you couldn’t have a good time.

“You ready?” Steph asks, sliding on her sandals. “I texted Alexis and told her we’d meet her and the other girls there.”

“Sounds good,” you say, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tonight would be fun.

As you and Steph make the short journey from the cabin to the rec hall, where the movie was being screened, you take in the peacefulness of the night. The moon hangs full and bright in the dark sky and crickets chirrup from the bushes surrounding the path you’re walking on. A warm breeze ruffles your hair. Sometimes you forget to stop and appreciate everything that life has to offer. You’re always in such a rush to leap from one goal to the next, that you tend to take the little things for granted - like taking a walk at night with your best friend and teammate, at the most elite hockey camp in the country. All the hours of hard work and dedication have brought you here, and will continue to carry you wherever you decide to go.

You sigh loudly, satisfied. Steph glances over at you quizzically. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just so glad we’re here.” You turn to look at her, and you see in her eyes that she understands the significance behind your statement.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back before letting go and hooking your pinky with hers. “D’you want to run? For old time’s sake?”

She doesn’t answer but takes off, nearly yanking your arm from its socket. You sprint to keep up with her, the two of you looking like idiots as you make your way towards the hall, laughing and swinging your arms around like little girls.

The hall is already busy, most of the players already milling around, grabbing their seats on the set of wooden bleachers. You and Steph greet Alexis and your teammates before getting in line for snacks. You force yourself to not look around for him, and instead keep your eyes straight forward, trying to decide what you want to eat.

You’re lost in the long list of chocolate bars when someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around to face Mitch and several other of his teammates you’ve seen around before, but never formally met. For a half second, your heart drops, disappointed that Auston’s not with them. But why do you care so much? You should be happy he isn’t here.

“Oh, hey Mitch,” you exclaim, nudging Steph with your elbow.

She whips around and blushes as Mitch grins widely at her. “Hi Mitch.”

“Hey Steph.” Mitch looks down at his feet, suddenly reserved. “You look um…you look great.”

“Thank-you,” Steph says, tucking a strand of her hair shyly behind her ear.

“So Mitch, are we going to get an introduction, or are you going to stand around all night embarrassing yourself trying to compliment a pretty girl?” one of the blond teammates teases.

Mitch’s face goes red and he scowls at the blond guy. “Shut-up.” Mitch jabs a finger towards him. “Steph, Y/N, this obnoxious Swedish prick is Willy-”

“That’s William to you.”

Mitch ignores him, pointing to the second guy, who’s also blond, but has thicker, slightly wavy hair. “This is Kasperi, or Kappy as we call him.” Kappy is quiet, but gives a little wave hello. 

“And Brownie.” Mitch throws his arm around the redhead standing beside him.

“My actual name’s Connor, for the record.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all,” you say, smiling. You turn to Steph, “What do you want to eat? It’s on me.”

She glances over at the concession. “Oh, um, I’ll have-”

“No, Y/N, don’t worry, I got it.” Mitch pulls his wallet out of his shorts’ pocket.

“So, you’re paying for us as well?” Will asks, raising his eyebrows.

Mitch gives him a look. “I think you can answer your own question.”

Will walks up to the concession stand. “Hi there, could I have a large coke and some sour cherry blasters? Oh, and could you throw a twix bar in as well? It’s on the guy behind me with the hat.” He grins and points to Mitch, who is not impressed.

The rest of the guys order their snacks, all the while Mitch scowls at them.

“Are you sure, Mitch? I don’t mind paying for myself,” you whisper.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but it’s alright. I’ll get them back for this, trust me.”

Once you all have your food, you make your way over to the bleachers. There aren’t many seats left, so you let Mitch and Steph squeeze into the space for two people on the lower bench, while you, Kasperi, Will, and Connor sit on the bench above them.

“So,” Will says, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s make a bet on how long it will take for Mitch to get the balls to ask Steph out. Thirty bucks on the table. Losers pay ten each.”

“I’m going for two weeks,” Connor says, taking a sip of his drink. “He always delays.”

Kasperi nods in agreement. “Same, but I think not until camp is almost over. Mitch…he overthinks things. Sometimes you just gotta go for it.”

“Okay, solid guesses boys, but for myself I’m gonna go with a week and a half. What do you think Y/N?” Will turns to you.


“Ooh, damn,” Connor exclaims.

You roll your eyes and continue, “Steph will ask him out before he does. Boys can honestly be more indecisive than girls when it comes to dating.”

“True,” Kasperi agrees. “That’s probably why Auston took so long to make a move, right?”

You freeze. Kappy notices and appears slightly perplexed. “I mean, you are Auston’s girl, no?”

“Um, no. I’m not.” You feel like you’re about to cry.

“Oh, I’m sorry. He just talks about this girl, Y/N, all the time, so I just assumed-”

“Kappy, shut-up,” Connor interjects.

“No, it’s okay.”

An awkward silence falls over the four of you.

Will steps in and directs the conversation elsewhere: “So has anyone seen the prequel to this movie? I thought the acting was terrible.”

Immediately, Connor pipes up: “Are you insulting my man Chris Pratt?”


With that, Connor goes off on a tangent about how excellent Pratt is in a number of films. The conversation is relieved of its tense atmosphere and you feel yourself relax again.

You catch Will’s eye and shoot him a grateful smile. He nods and winks.

The movie isn’t great, but it isn’t terrible either. Will’s sarcastic commentary makes up for the film’s lack of a plot line. You find yourself bursting out laughing one too many times, earning you glares from the other players seated around you. By the time the film ends, you’re both giggling at something stupid one of the characters said in a dramatic moment.

“Who even says that? His freaking cat just died!”

“I know. And he says it so seriously too. He’s all like…” You imitate the dumbfounded look on the actor’s face and Will cracks up.

“Whoever the casting director is, they should be fired, honestly. We could do a better job.”

“I really think we could. Screw hockey, Hollywood, here we come!”

You both laugh and then sigh. The hall is clearing out, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch Steph and Mitch walking out of the door, holding hands. You smile to yourself, happy for them.

“So, do you think I could get your number?”

“Huh?” You look up at Will, realizing he’s been talking to you.

“Your number. For casting purposes, of course.” He winks.

“Oh. Um, sure!” You dig your phone out from your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He does likewise, and you type your name into his phone, putting a little film emoji next to your name.

“There you go.” You hand his phone back. He grins at you, and places your phone in your hand. ‘Willy’ is his contact name, alongside a smiley face sticking its tongue out.

You’re about to say something else to Will when you see him. He’s standing near the exit, glaring furiously at Will’s back. The smile slides off your face.

“Hey, I gotta run. Steph just said she needs me to help her with something - girl emergency.”

He frowns. “I didn’t see any text on your-” Will starts, but you cut him off.

“See you later, bye!”

You speed walk around people standing and chatting in the hall and slip out the exit door, pointedly not looking in Auston’s direction.

You’re walking quickly towards the cabins, hoping you can avoid him, but you hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel as he breaks into a jog.

“Y/N!” he calls.

You ignore him and walk faster.

“Y/N, I know you can hear me!”

You stop and swing around to face him. “What do you want Auston?”

“I just want to talk.” He stands in front of you, his brown eyes so earnest and hopeful that you can’t say no.

“Okay, so talk.”

“Can we go somewhere else…like, a more private place?”


“Is by the beach area okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both walk in silence. You can feel Auston glancing periodically over at you, trying to gauge your expression. However, you purposely keep your face blank of any emotion. You have to be strong.

When you reach the beach area, he stops by one of the benches facing the volleyball court. “D’you wanna sit down?”

You don’t answer but sit down on the bench, keeping your eyes forward and away from him. He does the same.

There’s a long pause. “Listen, Y/N, I just want some answers. You’ve made me very confused, and I’m not sure if it’s something I did or said that upset you, but I-”

“No - Auston, I already told you that you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I had to,” he insists, looking at you very seriously. “Why else did you run away from me? I thought everything was going great and then all of a sudden you just went cold. Unless…” he pauses, putting it together in his mind. “Unless you like Willy. That’s it, isn’t it? It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. Oh man, I feel like a total idiot.”

He goes to stand up but you stop him. “Auston, no. I don’t like Willy that way. He’s nice, but I literally met him today.”

“So you don’t like me is what you’re saying.”

“No, Auston, I do. You’re a great guy, it’s just-”

“It’s just better if we’re friends, right? Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me the speech, I already know it by heart.” He starts to stand up again, but you grab his wrist.

“Auston!” you shout, more harshly than you intend. “Would you stop jumping to conclusions for one minute and just let me explain?”

He sits down, very quiet.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Auston…I like you. More than a friend. I think you’re funny and incredibly talented and not to mention crazy hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to someone in my life.” You drop his gaze, a sudden wave of shyness coming over you. “I can’t believe I just said that,” you laugh to yourself.

“So what’s the problem then?” Auston asks softly.

“The problem is…the problem is that I can’t be distracted. I’ve given up my entire life to hockey, and I’m finally on the verge of obtaining my goal, the dream I’ve had since I was a little girl. I got into this camp, and I was so excited, because here was my big break. But then you came along, and everything changed. Suddenly, all I could think about was you, not hockey, and that scared me. It fucking terrified me. I thought to myself, what happens if I miss my one shot at my dream because I’m pining after some guy? And if that happens, I know I will regret that for the rest of my life. I will never be able to forgive myself.” You pause to take a breath. Auston’s face is unreadable, his eyes cast downwards as he takes everything in.

“So that’s why I ran away. That’s why this,” you say, gesturing between the two of you, “isn’t going to work.” You stand up, giving him one last apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving Auston alone on the bench.

[Part 8]

First Impressions

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Word Count: 2812

Type: Fluff I suppose

Description: Due to her bad reputation at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Y/N was practically forced to transfer to a new school, which happened to be Hogwarts. Upon her arrival, gossip about her spreads like wildfire, but it somehow passed right by the Slytherin Prince. When his friends inform him of the false information, he sticks up for you - a girl he barely knows. A friendship develops, but do extra emotions come along with it for both of them… or just one?

A/N: Idk if I like this one a lot but I worked hard on it so I suppose it’s worth reading.

Warnings: (One swear maybe)


It was your first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were starting half-way through the first semester, mostly due to the issues you were having back at Ilvermorny. Your ex-boyfriend had spread some nasty roomers about you there, and they stuck. You attempted to wait it out.

“It’ll blow over in a week, you watch and see Ms. Y/L/N. Next week I tell you, it’ll all be in the past. No one will even remember.” Your house elf, Juno had told you. You told her all the issues you were having at school. She was a very wise old elf. The only problem was that she told you that for five months, and then another two when school started up again.

In a frantic effort to spare you the pain, your guardian had shipped you off to London to get on an empty train to get to a school where they had been in classes for two months already. You’d be joining year six two months late.

You had a private sorting with the headmaster and head of each house, and you had been (after much contemplation by the sorting hat) sorted into Y/H. You weren’t overly excited, in fact, you were a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.

Now you stood outside of Professor Snape’s potions classroom. The class was already in session, and you had a note held tightly in your hand from Professor McGonagal which excused your tardiness to this class. As far as you were concerned, no one cared much that you were there if they even noticed you at all. Little did you know, the students of Hogwarts already had some theories as to why you were now all of a sudden just… there, out of nowhere.

“Calm down Y/N.” You whispered to yourself, placing your hand on the handle to the classroom. Without another thought, without giving yourself time to change your mind, you pushed open the door. You regretted it instantly as all eyes turned to you, and the whispers began. One boy, in particular, had his eyes glued to you, an almost astonished look behind his eyes.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Snape welcomed with a warm tone. He had taken a liking to you during the sorting when you brought up the research of an up and coming herb in potions, which could have miraculous effects. You walked to the front of the classroom shyly, for no other purpose than to hand Snape the note excusing your tardiness. “You can take a seat in the back.” He gestured toward the table where the only group of three sat. “You can work with Mr. Malfoy.”

You were unsure of who exactly that was, but you hoped he would introduce himself before you had to make a fool of yourself. You walked towards the back of the class slowly, clutching your books to your chest for dear life. Class resumed as you approached the table. All the students seemed to suddenly lose interest in your presence, all but that one boy, who had platinum blonde hair and those silvery blue eyes,

“I’m Draco. Draco Malfoy.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. You looked at it for a moment before hesitantly extending your hand to shake his.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You greeted, placing your items down gingerly on the table, placing your wand down securely beside them. You could still feel his eyes burning into you. As Snape dismissed us to go work on our potions the short girl with dark hair spoke from across the table.

“As I was saying,” She picked up wherever she left off, “I’m absolutely positive that she was giving me a nasty look. She was being overdramatic. I didn’t do anything wrong! Either way, I went right up to her face and gave her a nice reminder that she was mud blood scum and had no right to be acting the way she was.” You were taken aback, yes people were mean at Ilvermorny, but you couldn’t recall ever once hearing of something so… discriminative.

You would have spoken up had this been Ivelmorny, but you weren’t sure how the social hierarchy worked here, and you didn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side. Or be noticed at all for that matter.

“Bold move Pansy.” The dark skinned boy beside her spoke, his words dripping with sarcasm.

“Well someone has to put them in their place.” She came back at him, as though it was his job and she was doing it for him. He said nothing, only rolled his eyes. You paid no mind, only went to gather the ingredients you needed.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Blaise spoke up.

“You best not be taking interest in her Malfoy. Filthy blood traitor that one is, like those bloody Weasleys.” His voice was dripping with disgust. “She’s a direct descendant of Merlin. Could you believe it? A bloody descendant of one of the most powerful wizards ever sympathizes with muggles.”

She doesn’t deserve to be a wizard if you ask me,” Pansy spoke up. Draco could feel his blood boiling. How dare they talk about you that way. They didn’t even know you! “I heard she was hooking up with teachers at Ivelmorny for good marks, disgusting don’t you think Draco?” She looked to him, but his eyes were glued to you. He could sense that you weren’t like that. He knew somehow that what they were saying couldn’t be true.

“Those are just nasty rumors, you idiots! Stop spreading that shit. You didn’t like it when the entire thought you had the clap now did you, Pansy? Hmm? Was that fun for you? No.” Draco rolled his eyes at the pair across the table from him, looking down and focusing on the directions.

“Hey,” You greeted the group, “I got your guys’ ingredients too, I noticed you hadn’t gone to get them yourself and I was already over there so I just grabbed them.” You smiled sweetly, separating what you had collected between the two groups. Draco smiled at you, then looked across the table and raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘look at her do you really believe that shit you were spewing?’ The pair looked down in shame.

You and Draco hit it off instantly, you stayed quiet mostly, but he engaged you in conversation, asking about your old school and your life at home and such.


A month or so later, when you had told him that you had to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas break because you couldn’t go back to America for only a week and fly back. He instantly insisted that you come spend your time at the manor. You were hesitant at first but accepted his offer eventually.

You and Draco were now waiting to be picked up at the platform by his mother. You were nervous. You had heard about what his parents were like. You knew they were hard to please, or at least… his father was.

“Draco!” Narcissa exclaimed when she found her son, wrapping her arms around him, and though he resisted slightly, he allowed the exchange to take place. She released him, finally meeting your gaze. “Oh my! Is this her?”

“Yes mother, this is Y/N.” He smiled at you. Narcissa gripped your hands, looking into your eyes. Narcissa spoke;

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Draco has written to us all the time about you, telling us about -”

“Okay mother,” Draco interrupted, “Y/N is quite tired, we best be getting back to the manor.” He chuckled nervously and hustled everybody along.

Upon arriving at the manor, you had grown nervous to meet Draco’s father. Narcissa was very kind and very interested when it came to you talking about your life in America. She seemed pleased that you were a descendant of Merlin, which was, in fact, true.

“Now don’t be nervous okay?” Draco spoke in your ear quietly, “He’ll love you I’m sure of it.” You smiled at his attempt to comfort you. As the door opened, you saw him. He stood supporting himself with a cane, his hair was light and long, his eyes were cold and his face was set in stone. “Father, this is Y/N, I’ve told you about her.”

“You have.” He looked at you, seemingly unimpressed. He ignored your presence entirely, “Is she pureblood son?”

“Impressively so.” He smiled at you, linking our pinkies together, where his parents wouldn’t see, in an effort to support you.

“Very well. Dinner will be in two hours, I expect you to be timely.” He spoke, then walked away, paying you no mind.

“Do you think he likes me?” You asked quietly as you picked up our trunk and followed him to the guest room where you would be staying.

“I’m sure he will, in time. He’s not very welcoming to new people, like my mother is. But I’m sure he’ll come around.” He smiled at you as he pushed the guest room door open.

“What was your mother saying at the platform? You know… about what you told her about me.” You smiled softly, beginning to unpack some of your things as Draco sat on the bed, watching you. You noticed his face get a little pink at your question.

“Oh, nothing.” He laughed nervously, tearing his gaze away from you.

“Okay, I know it’s something.” You let out a little laugh, “But I’ll let it slide… for now.” He smiled at you, and as you looked away his gaze stayed locked on you.


You’d sat next to Draco during dinner, your hands close enough so that any time Lucius made a crude comment Draco could reassuringly squeeze your hand.

“You don’t look pureblood Y/N.” He eyed you, “You haven’t deceived my son for our fortune have you now?” You were flabbergasted by his statement. Draco took your hand under the table in a comforting way, but to him, it was a small way of protecting you from his father.

“Lucius!” Narcissa exclaimed from beside her husband, “That is no way to speak to our guest! Especially someone of such noble blood! Even more so because our son has-”

“Mother!” Draco stopped her before she could continue, you couldn;t help but wonder what she was going to say. “May we please be excused, I feel this conversation has gone stale and Y/N doesn’t need to be exposed to that.” Narcissa smiled at the two of you, beginning to speak;

“Of course Draco, if you two need anything at all just let me know, and I mean anything. I’m sure you two know of the dangers of-”

“Goodnight mother!” Draco exclaimed, standing up quickly, dragging you out of the room before you had a chance to say goodbye to your hosts.


It was growing to be nearly two o’clock in the morning, and thunder was rattling the house down to the foundation. You had a stifling fear of thunderstorms, you always had, though you were unsure of why. Your wand was somewhere unknown to you, somewhere around the room but you didn’t want to get out of the sheets- your only protection - for too long to find it. However, if you could pull off a mad dash to Draco’s room, you could most likely make it in time before the next deafening clap of thunder.

You waited for the next loud clap of thunder before you violently threw back the sheets, dashing to your door, throwing it open and darting down the hallway. You lungs burned as you threw open his door.

He shot up in his bed as his door opened. He didn’t have a shirt on and in a panic, he pulled this sheets over his body. He looked at you confused, but he understood when there was another bone-rattling clap of thunder and you collapsed to the ground out of fear.

“Y/N!” He shouted, throwing his sheets back and dashing to your rescue, hoping that it was too dark for you to see the dark ink on his left arm. He scooped you up, taking you over to his bed, laying you down next to him, his left arm tucked under you as you two faced each other. “You’re okay, Y/N, you’re safe, I’ve got you.” He could feel you shaking, your arms quivering as you laid with him, terrified. You tried to thank him, but you couldn’t muster up the words.

You went to roll over to spoon but he stopped you so you wouldn’t see his dark mark. When you gave him a questioning look he let you go. You turned over in his arms, pushing yourself closer to him.

You could just barely see it in the dark, the deep colors on his forearm against his pale skin. You couldn’t quite tell what it was. You mustered up your voice the best you could.

“Drake… what is this?” You touched it lightly and you felt him tense. He remained silent, hoping you would fall asleep and let it go. “Dray.” You spoke firmly, turning to look at him. “What is it?”

With no explanation, he began to cry, letting out soft sobs. Thought you were confused, you hugged him close to you, holding each other tight as you shook when thunder boomed and he sobbed into your shoulder.

“What’s wrong Drake? Please tell me.” Your voice shook lightly as you held his face and looked into his teary eyes.

“I- Y/N, You don’t- I-” He took a deep breath and looked at you with  sorrow in his eyes, “It’s the d-dark mark Y/N.” His voice shook, tears slipping from his eyes. In a panic, you scrambled out of the bed, falling on your back as you made an effort to get away from him. “No. Y/N! Please!” He pleaded, crawling after you. “I’m still me. I’m still you’re Dray. I didn’t want to do it Y/N. They made me.“ He sobbed quietly, watching you closely as you repositioned yourself to be on your knees, looking at him. Even now the thunder shook you senseless. Yet you were scared of him as well, unable to move from your spot on the cold floor.

“Drake-” You spoke weakly, watery-eyed and nearly unable to breathe.

“Please. Y/N. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to be scared. Of me. I knew you would be.” He scrambled to the floor to hold you, but you were so in shock you molded into his form. “I’m never going to hurt you Y/N I could never hurt you. Y/N you are my everything. You’re so important to me Y/N, I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you in my life.”

“Dray-” You tried to interrupt but he wouldn’t let you.

“No Y/N, I love you and I want you to know that. I understand if you want to leave and not be involved with me anymore. I just can’t let you leave thinking that I wanted this or that I would ever do anything to hurt me ever.”

You froze, replaying what he said over again in your mind.

i love you and I want you to know that.’ 

You…” You looked into his eyes. Even in the dark, they shined like diamonds. “You love me?” Without hesitation, he spoke;

“Since the moment I laid my eyes on you.” He felt you relaxed his arms as the two of you were splayed out on his floor in the middle of the night. Despite all the voices in your head screaming at you to get away from this boy, this death eater, but you stayed. He could be a creature who swam at the bottom of the black lake for all you cared.

“I love you too Draco.” He smiled at you, leaning down and pressing his lips gingerly to yours, fireworks going off in your head. A clap of thunder sounded and you tensed in his arms.

“Come now darling, let’s get to sleep now alright?” You smiled at his words, nodding as he lifted you off the ground and together you laid on his bed and shared the sheets as he held you close, and in his comforting grasp, you were able to drift into a peaceful sleep.

fic: this is the golden age (of something good and right and real) 

summary: immortals!au in which they fall in love in 1961, fall apart in 1965, and fall again in 2015. 

word count: 10.1k

warnings: the usual swearing/sex, vague descriptions of PTSD, somewhat detailed descriptions of war violence, implied character death 

a/n: WHAT?!?!?!? CALISTA WROTE A ONE SHOT?!?! SAY IT AIN’T SO!! as always s/o to the other half of team sugar spice and everything nice, megan slimeboyhowell for cheering me on and letting me headcanon abt hot Marine phil at odd hours of the morning <33 i was gonna make a playlist for this but nobody ever listens to those, so i come bearing two wonderful songs for u to listen to that remind me of this fic: the song from the title, state of grace (acoustic) by taylor swift + forever and ever amen by the drums

They’re unabashedly in love in the biting New York frost of the winter of 1964, one month before Phil leaves for Vietnam.

Dan is twenty-three and already established as a photographer at The New York Post; Phil teaches English and Art History to thirteen and fourteen year olds at Astor Country Day on the Upper East Side. Their apartment (their, their, their, he loves reminding himself of the sharedness, even now) in the Village is cluttered with scattered mementos of their three years together, photographs framing bare skin, cheap photo booth strips, notes signed with hesitant x’s and drenched in cologne, brochures from the Van Gogh exhibition at the MoMA from the year before. It’s big enough for the two of them to hole themselves in from the tenacious hum of the city below, to hide them from eyes that linger too long on their clasped hands and twin smiles, to last on artist salaries.

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Lilies and Zeppelin: Part 3

Previous Parts

Pairing: Punk!Dean/Reader

Tags: HS AU, Punk!Dean, fluff, Dean’s the cutest, Y/N’s the best, Sammy’s adorable

Words: 3347

Notes: sorry this got kind of long, let me know if you want more/what you think please :) 

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 5

PART 1 - PART 2 -  PART 3 - PART 4  - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9

a/n: yeah i know it’s short, but idgaf, enjoy

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb  @feminamortem  @anditcametopass @dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s @sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26 @purple-puddin 

Warning: NSFW stuff 👍👍

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count:  3,450

i saw the sky split in two
one half jealous
and one half cruel

“So, Mott,” Nike began after a lull in conversation. My head snapped up looking to the tall woman, she was a few years older than me, as was Kelly, who’s kitchen we were standing in around the island drinking. They were both friends of Mae who was next to me, munching on some crackers as I took a sip from the bitter brown spirit in my glass. I had been quiet for most of the evening, not really familiar with anyone here.

I wasn’t sure why I had let Mae drag me along. I had been planning on curling up after finishing my dinner when Mae sat down across from me in the mess hall. It was a spur of the moment decision, she asked me to join her and I thought it wouldn’t hurt, but now I questioned that.

“Is it true?” Nike asked, raising her eyebrows so they disappeared under her bangs. I looked to Mae unsure of what Nike had meant, “The stuff everyone’s saying about you and Eric.”

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Die Happy

A/N super long because this request was meant to be posted a while ago. Happy is coming I SWeaR 

Request: Ellor! Can I request that the reader is the younger sister to the maximoff twins and can teleport and turn invisible whenever she wants? Also, she is around the age of 15 and she meets Peter and they both start to get close and he kinda gets turned on by her Russian accent and stuff and the avengers try and get them together but Pietro is super over protective and such? Thank you xx

Warnings: Protective Brothers!!

Words: 2,204

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Two months. Two months is how long you’ve known Peter Parker. To say you were smitten was an understatement. Since you were both the youngest of the group you had to train together ,but sometimes playing with him was too much fun. 

“y/n you know we’re not suppose to use powers in hand to hand” he groaned looking about the room to try to find where you were. Invisibility really was the best power. 

“But it’s so much fun” you whispered into his ear from behind him your Russian accent seeping through the words. 

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The Prince (One Shot/Scenario/Request)

Summary: He might not be a real prince, but he doesn’t mind slaying dragons just to hold her hand.

Hoseok likes princesses; he likes fairy tales and magic wishes. He cheers for the underdog and grins when the villains are defeated.

His father always thought it was silly. Strapping young boys should be playing army, not pretend to rescue their girl cousins from couches turned into tall towers with pillow walls and defeating puppies turned dragons. His father would always scowl when Hoseok would come in carrying his cousins in on his back or get caught poking his puppy with a rubber sword.

Sometimes it made Hoseok feel bad, but the guilt never lingered because his mother would always ruffle his hair and call him her brave knight. That always made him feel better.

She’d lean down, pressing a kiss to his temple and whisper, “There’s my little knight, my hope in shining armor.”

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maijournal  asked:

Omg the struggle when you ship everyone with everyone 😂. I really don't know what to choose. Since you love Namseok please can I have #4 Teacher and single parent? Thank you 😍

ᴏᴛᴘ: ɴᴀᴍsᴇᴏᴋ
ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #4: ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ/sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴜ
ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ
A/N: I took full advantage of the prompt to satisfy my personal desires, i am so very sincerely not sorry ;3;


The voice is so soft that if Namjoon hadn’t pressed the pause button to kill the music, he would have missed it. He spins around and Jungkook is standing at the threshold of the door, tiny hands rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon jerks upright in his chair, muddled brain clearing instantly as his eyes rake over Jungkook’s body. The last time Jungkook had woken up in the middle of the night, it was when he’d accidentally rolled off the bed and hit his elbow. Seokjin had nagged at Namjoon for weeks for forgetting to attach the bed rail. It was a terrible memory. Guilt had eaten Namjoon whole when Jungkook couldn’t stop crying from the bruise on his elbow. 

“I can’t sleep.” Jungkook looks at his feet. He’s not wearing his anti-slip slippers. Namjoon would have chided him for it but something about Jungkook’s expression is off.

Namjoon removes his headphones and opens his arms wide. Immediately, Jungkook scampers across the room and clambers onto Namjoon’s lap, tiny fists grabbing onto Namjoon’s collar. 

“Why can’t my big hero sleep?” Namjoon peppers Jungkook’s hair with kisses, hugging him tighter. Jungkook smells like home, a mix of cotton and baby powder. “Were there bed monsters? Daddy will fight them.”

Jungkook giggles, tiny puffs of air fanning across Namjoon’s neck. “Daddy, don’t be silly. Jiminie-hyung says that there aren’t monsters under our bed. They only get out when they need to find food but you said no snacks in our bedroom.” 

Jimin is Jungkook’s older cousin. Jungkook may not admit it, but Namjoon knows how much Jungkook listens to Jimin’s advice. Namjoon smiles and buries his nose into Jungkook’s hair. “And where did he learn that from?”

“Uncle Seokjin” Jungkook answers. Namjoon can feel his tiny finger tracing the collar of Namjoon’s cotton shirt. “Jiminie-hyung also says he isn’t scared of monsters because he is older than me.” Jungkook puffs his cheeks out in defiance. “But I’m taller. And bigger! I’m not scared.”

Namjoon laughs softly, beaming down at his five-year old son. This, Jungkook resembles his mother.

“Then why can’t you sleep?” 

Jungkook’s finger halts. “I… I don’t know. When I close my eyes, I just can’t sleep. Tomorrow’s monday and I’m usually with Uncle Seokjin on mondays. But Uncle Seokjin says I can’t go to his house on mondays anymore.”

Oh. Namjoon pulls back a little. “Could it be that you’re afraid of starting your first day at school?”

Jungkook stares at him and blinks. He shrugs. “Maybe.” 

Namjoon cups Jungkook’s cheeks. “Are you sure it’s just a maybe and not a very?” Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about his fears. Not much. Namjoon either has to guess, or ask really, really gently. 

Will you tell daddy why?”

Jungkook opens his mouth to answer but Namjoon places a finger on his lips. “Before you answer, do you remember what daddy said about boys who don’t tell the truth?”

“Their noses will get longer and they won’t be allowed to eat candy.” Jungkook grimaces. He loves to eat all kinds of snacks and sweets, and Seokjin pampers him with different kinds each week, much to Namjoon’s disapproval.  

“Yes, so tell Daddy the truth. Daddy will listen.” Namjoon grins endearingly. Watching Jungkook’s large, doe-eyes gazing intently up at him makes his heart clench, in a good way, and he just wants to make sure he teaches his son well. 

“I’m…” Jungkook swallows. “I’m just scared that I cannot make friends. Jiminie hyung is so lucky. He always tells me that his class is fun and he’s got a lot of friends. What if.. what if nobody… likes me?”

Tears start to well up in his eyes and Namjoon goes into panic mode. Namjoon had spent the whole of Jungkook’s first eleven months dealing with his sobs, and the subsequent years wiping away Jungkook’s tears whenever he falls ill or falls down. Namjoon has never gotten used to a crying Jungkook and doesn’t intend to. 

“Hey, hey.” Namjoon strokes the skin beneath Jungkook’s eyes and bends to kiss his forehead. “I’m sure everything will go fine. You know, when Daddy first started school, he was scared too. Really scared. Like you. But then I went to school on the first day and made lots and lots of friends. I came home and thought I was silly for being scared the night before.”

“Really?” Jungkook breathes, relief in his eyes. “So I should be un-scared?”

“Brave.” Namjoon corrects, lips tugging into a small smile. “And yes, you should. You’re the bravest boy I know. Who are you again?”

“Daddy’s big hero.” Jungkook breaks out into a toothy grin and his buck teeth stick out. Namjoon’s heart swoons. “I’ll be un-scared. Uh. I- I mean I will be brave.”

“Yes you will.” Namjoon pecks the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “Daddy will be there tomorrow. Daddy will keep you safe, okay?”

“Promise?” Jungkook raises his pinky. 

“Pinky promise,” Namjoon laughs and hooks his pinky securely around Jungkook’s. “Let’s go to bed. Even super heroes need sleep.”

The next day begins abruptly when a heavy weight lands squarely on Namjoon’s chest. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Air gets knocked out of his lungs. “Daddy wake up!” There are hands are all over his neck, his face and his hair.

Namjoon squints into the semi darkness. Jungkook is sprawled on top of him, expression full of glee and excitement. He groans and peels Jungkook off his chest, tucking him into his side and beneath his chin. “Five more minutes, Jungkook.”

“But daddy,” Jungkook tugs at his hair. Once. Twice. “You said I have to go to school.” 

It takes Namjoon 23 heartbeats to register this. He bolts upright, heart racing in dread. 

“Oh my f-” Namjoon stops himself before he breaks his own rules of no vulgarities until Jungkook’s legal. His son stares up at him, confused. “I- I mean. Oh my god,” Namjoon scrubs at his face, brain whirling to reorganize his thoughts. 

HIs eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. 7:30AM. Namjoon has twenty minutes to grab Jungkook’s bag, pack it, make Jungkook his favourite breakfast cereal, drink coffee and fly out of the house before he’ll have approximately ten minutes to speed down the highway. But first he needs to get Jungkook to change into his uniform, which is the toughest task because Jungkook always squirms whenever Namjoon dresses him.

“Hey Jungkook, listen. I need you to -” 

When Namjoon spins around, Jungkook has crawled to the edge of the bed. He’s swinging his tiny feet back and forth, blinking up at Namjoon expectantly.

 He’s also already gotten himself dressed.

“-change.” Namjoon finishes in awe. 

Jungkook holds his arms out. “Did I get it right?”

Yes and no. No because Jungkook had messed up the buttons of his cotton tee-shirt but yes, because at least the pants are where they are supposed to be. 

“Almost.” Namjoon hunkers down in front of Jungkook and starts righting the buttons. When did you learn to dress yourself? He wants to ask, but they are running out of time.

“Have you brushed your teeth?”




Namjoon ushers Jungkook out of the room. “Okay big hero, listen up. Mission incoming.”

Jungkook puffs out his chest, eyes determined and rapt with attention as Namjoon puts on an authoritative tone. “Soldier listen up! I’ll need you to grab Bunny and Fluffy, and…” Namjoon rakes his brain, hoping that Jungkook wouldn’t be needing anything else other than his colour pencil pouch and spring jacket, “and report at the dining table. 3 minutes. Do you think you can do it?”

“Yes Captain!” Jungkook salutes and runs off into his room. Namjoon makes a beeline to the kitchen and scrambles to prepare breakfast. 

It’s 8:03AM by the time Namjoon wrestles Jungkook into his spring jacket and velcros his shoes tight. 

“Are we getting there yet?” Jungkook bounces eagerly in his seat, palms pressed to the windows of the car. “Daddy are we there yet?”

“Soon.” Namjoon pulls at the collar of his shirt. He’s a mess, glasses askew and fringe still damp from washing his face. He silently hopes that Jungkook’s preschool teacher will be someone mellow with age, someone who wouldn’t scan him from head and toe and think what the actual flying fuck?

When Namjoon sprints into the school with Jungkook securely in his arms, he sees Seokjin handing Jimin his lunchbox. 

“Namjoon you’re-” Seokjin frowns at him, disgust apparent on his face “Uh.”

“I know, I know.” Namjoon pants as he sets Jungkook on his feet. Jungkook runs over to Jimin and hugs him. “I overslept.”

Just before Seokjin can berate him for his tardiness, someone steps into view. 

“Hi! Nice to meet you.” It’s a boy, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a brown trench coat. He smiles, wide and cheery, a little too blinding and Namjoon does nothing but stare at the way his eyes crinkle prettily. 

“I’m Jung Hoseok!” He strides forward, clasping a hand around Namjoon’s for a handshake. “Kim Jungkook’s homeroom teacher. Are you his father?” 

Namjoon does a double take. The boy looks young, too young to be a teacher and Namjoon suddenly feels very conscious about the toothpaste stain on his jacket and fact that his hair decides to riot, of all days.

“Yes he is.” Seokjin supplies lamely and gives Namjoon a glare that screams now is not the time to be an Idiot. Namjoon snaps out of his reverie.  

“That’s right!” Namjoon replies a little too enthusiastically and he winces inwardly. “I am his father. Jungkook-ah.” He calls out. There’s a pull on the hem of his jacket and Namjoon looks down to see Jungkook peeking around Namjoon’s thighs. 

“Hello! I’m your homeroom teacher, Jung Seongsangnim.” Hoseok squats and beams at Jungkook. Namjoon watches in surprise as a small smile forms on Jungkook’s lips. His son is terribly shy with strangers, but Hoseok seems to be an exception. He radiates so much warmth that it successfully melts away some of Jungkook’s hesitance. 

“Hello,” Jungkook answers in formal speech and bows. Namjoon’s heart soars at how well-mannered his son is. “I… My name is Kim Jungkook.”

“You have a really nice name.” Hoseok grins, to which Jungkook flushes adorably. “We’re going to start lessons soon.” He says. “It’ll be fun!”

“Can Daddy come along too?” Jungkook asks, stepping forward. He reaches for Namjoon’s hand. “Daddy will be good.”

“Uh.” Namjoon says. He bends down and ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “Daddy has already been to preschool, remember? Daddy can’t go again. I’ll come back for you later.”

Jungkook looks crestfallen. “Are y-you… going to leave me? Just like mommy?“

Oh no. Namjoon’s insides clench. The night after Jungkook was born, his mother had passed away from birth complications. Ever since then, it had always been just the both of them. The only times Jungkook feels comfortable without Namjoon, will be when Seokjin offers to babysit him and lets him play with Jimin. 

“Hey, hey.” Namjoon pulls Jungkook in for hug and Jungkook wraps his little arms around him. “Has Daddy ever lied to you?”

“No.” Jungkook mutters.

Exactly.” Namjoon cards a hand through Jungkook’s fringe. “Daddy will be here to pick you up. I promise.”

“Yeah that’s right!” Hoseok chimes in reassuringly. “Don’t worry Jungkook. If your Daddy doesn’t come to pick you, I will personally kick his butt.”

Namjoon chokes.

But this earns a chucke from Jungkook. “Really?”

“Really.” Hoseok affirms and winks at him. Namjoon’s stomach does a mini summersault. “But since Daddy’s a nice guy, he won’t lie so his butt is safe.”

“Okay.” Jungkook seems appeased and he reaches up to squish Namjoon’s cheeks. “Bye Daddy.’ 

“Bye.” Namjoon’s lips are puckered like a fish. Seokjin bends to snap a photo with his cellphone, with Jimin giggling over his shoulders. Namjoon resists the urge to scowl.

“You really love your Daddy, don’t you?” Hoseok pats Jungkook’s hair. 

“Yeah!” Jungkook grins. “He’s my best friend!” 

“Aw, no fair!” Hoseok pouts. “I want to be your best friend too!”

“Then you’ll have to ask Daddy if its okay.” Jungkook declares. 

“He’ll say yes. I’m sure.” Hoseok holds both hands out to Jungkook and Jungkook lets himself be carried.“Let’s go for class. See you later Mr Kim!”

Namjoon stares, dumbfounded when Hoseok walks off with Jungkook snug in his arms. Hoseok says something into Jungkook’s ear and it makes him burst into laughter, as though it isn’t the first time they are meeting each other. It stings a little when Jungkook doesn’t even spare Namjoon a second glance.

“Whipped.” Seokjin mutters, just as Jimin’s homeroom teacher comes and collects him. “For both your honey bunny and your future honey.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon really does scowl this time and all of a sudden, the image of Hoseok tucking Jungkook into bed at home comes to mind. It disarms him and heat creeps up to his cheeks. 

“Oh god.” Seokjin groans. “Okay, listen up big boy. I’ve known Hoseok since college.” he clears his throat over Namjoon’s affronted accusation ‘What! Since when?’ “So, if you buy me coffee, I may give you his number.”

“That’s… that’s creepy!” Namjoon sputters. “How can you just give his number away without his permission?” 

“Well,” Seokjin yawns. “The last I heard, Hoseok is sexy, free, single, and hoping to mingle. Also, I may or may not have talked about you before.” 

Namjoon narrows his eyes. Seokjin matches his gaze and Namjoon promptly loses, like he always had when they were children. He wordlessly stomps off to the direction of the cafe across the street with Seokjin chortling behind him.

A/N: MY NAMSEOK ;~; also this story was largely inspired by this fanart of Hoseok with baby Jungkook. Hope you like this!!! 


one hour before

summary: In a universe with soul marks, Dan and Phil have known each other for months, but have never met before tonight.

word count: ~2200

a/n: this is my fill for the sfw prompt for day 3 of phanweek, soulmates! it’s actually the first au i’ve ever posted, and might explode into a longer series.

also available on AO3

(one hour before)

‘One second,’ Dan yells in response to the banging on his hotel room door.

‘One!’ Louise calls, predictably. ‘Time’s up!’

Dan rolls his eyes, shoving his phone into his pocket and checking his hair one last time before walking deliberately slowly to the door. ‘Hi Louise,’ he greets, grinning a little obnoxiously.

‘Hello slowcoach,’ she replies, rolling her eyes in an unknowing mimic of Dan a few moments before. ‘Come on, let’s go, Zoe and Hazel are already downstairs, they sent me to pick you up.’

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anonymous asked:

hiiii could you pls write some jealous craig ??? obvs for tweek, i love jealous craig plsss thank you !!

(yes, yes, yes! this one was so fun! thank youuuuu PS. requests are still being accepted~ haaa)

God damnit, Tweek is being really fucking slow. It always takes Twee three minutes to meet me in front of our lockers and it’s been five minutes and he’s not here. I’m not trying to be a controlling asshole of a boyfriend or anything but I hate school and I count down the seconds until I can leave this hell hole.

Tweek is usually the same way. We rush to meet up at our lockers and head straight back to my house to watch our daily dose of red racer. This is just how we always do things. And now he’s not here. And I’m ready to go home. And Red Racer starts in fifteen minutes.

God damnit.

I can’t help but worry that something happened to Tweek. The blonde just managed to attract trouble. Once before school he wasn’t texting me back and I was outside his house waiting for him for a solid fifteen minutes before I finally went inside in search for him. It turns out he got his hair stuck in the door hinges of his bathroom door. I found him in his towel with tears in his eyes. We had to cut his hair out and we were half an hour late to school.

I feel like it’s justified for me to constantly worry about him after that incident.

I’m pulling out my phone when I finally catch sight of Tweek. I’m happy and pretty relieved to see him but I’m also not enthusiastic to see who’s walking by his side.

Kenny McCromick.

Kenny’s alright. I mean when you need weed or alcohol he can always hook you up but besides that he’s a nosy, touchy fucker. I like neither nosy nor touchy people so he’s just one of those people I tolerate. Also Tweek is actually friends with him. Don’t ask me why. So I really have to tolerate him.

Kenny is carrying Tweek’s textbooks and they’re walking awfully close together. Tweek is waving his hands around as he talks, which is something he always does when he’s super excited. It’s one of my favorite things about Tweek, and it’s also something he usually does only around me.

Tweek is so invested into whatever him and Kenny are talking about that he doesn’t even seem to notice me. He’s walking a few steps in front of Kenny so he has to turn and look over his shoulder as he talks.

Tweek should really watch where-

And he’s tripping.

I start to dart forward to try and catch him but Kenny has already beat me to it. He manages to shuffle all of Tweek’s books into one arm and then use his free hand to reach out and snatch Tweek.

Show off.


Tweek just gives off his little nervous laugh of his where he smiles sheepishly and his shoulders shake as he brings one hand to cover half his face all shyly. Tweek laughs like that around me all the time.

Okay, but seriously, has Tweek even noticed me yet? His boyfriend? Seriously.

“Oh, m-man! Jesus. Thanks K-Ken.” Okay, really, Ken? Tweek is calling Kenny Ken now? Who the hell needs a nickname for their nickname? Only pretentious dirtbags have a nickname for their nickname.

What the actual fuck.

“No problem Tweekers.”

Again, what the actual fuck? I call Tweek Tweekers, other people do not call Tweek Tweekers.

Kenny’s stupid blue eyes move to meet mine. He’s smiling with that stupid easy going smile of his. “So, Tweekers, we still going over to your house, right?”

“Y-Yeah, of course! I’m so excited. You’re going to l-love this episode. I can’t believe y-you’ve never seen it! P-Pinkie Pie used to kind of freak me out b-but now I really like her.”

Wait- Pinkie Pie? Are they seriously talking about My Little Pony? I know Tweek loves that show. Something about how everyone is so nice and positive and they always work together to make things better. I don’t know. Tweek just likes perfect world kind of shows.

I’ve tried watching it with him before but it really weirds me out. Like isn’t this a show six year old girls watch or whatever? I always managed to fall asleep when we watch it so eventually Tweek gave up and he watches it on his own now.

Well he’s supposed to watch it alone. Watching it with Kenny, though? Like hell does Kenny like My Little Pony. What is that bastard up to?

“Really? Aweosme! I’m excited.” Kenny glances at me and his smirk just widens. He very casually slings his arm over Tweek’s shoulder. “Maybe we should just marathon it. It is Friday after all. We can just stay up all night!”

Tweek gets super fucking excited at this idea. He grins like none other. “Y-Yeah! That’s a great idea! I can g-get my mom to make some cookies too. Cookies and c-coffee.” What, nooo, his mom makes me and Tweek cookies and coffee. That’s our thing.

“It’s a date.”Kenny winks at Tweek but I think it’s more directed at me.

“Yeah, it’s a d-date!” Tweek giggles and finally he looks over at me. His smile lessens a little. “Oh hey Craig.” He sounded so neutral. What the fuck. He sounded so animated and excited when talking to Kenny.

“Hi,” I manage to spit out through clenched teeth. Because, I mean really. Really?

“Ken and I a-are gonna go to my house and w-watch My Little Pony.” Tweek starts opening his locker but it takes him a while. He doesn’t trust school locks so he put two of his own combo locker locks on it. With his constant shaking thought it always takes him a while.

“I heard.”

“I’ll see you t-tomorrow then?” Tweek asks, glancing at me briefly. Kenny’s leaning against the locker next to Tweek. They’re standing awfully fucking close. Goddamnit.

“We were going to watch Red Racer.”

“Yeah but we w-watch Red Racer every day. We’ll watch some t-tomorrow.” Tweek gives me a little smile. I do not want Tweek hanging out with one Kenny McCormick all fucking night. God fucking damnit.

“I want to watch My Little Pony too.” I finally spit out out of impulse. I don’t want to watch that stupid show but even more I don’t want to watch those two blondes walk off together.

God fucking damnit.

“Huh? Really? Craig you d-don’t like MLP.”

“Yeah, well maybe I do now.” Kenny looks like he’s about to laugh. Tweek shoves his stuff into his locker then launches himself at me.

He quickly hugs me and then pulls back. He’s smiling even bigger than he did with Kenny and it fills me with smug pride.

“R-Really? So you’ll marathon with us all night?” God fucking damnit.

“Yeah Tweek, all night.”

“Oh!” Kenny suddenly gasps. He’s wearing a shit eating grin but when Tweek looks at him he frowns. “You know what Tweek, I just remembered there’s something super important going on tonight. I don’t think I can come over.”


“Oh n-no, really?” Kenny nods solemnly. Tweek sighs then shrugs. “Oh well, maybe another t-time. It’s alright, Craig w-will watch it all night with me!”


“Wow, Tweek, you’re right!” Kenny gasps and grins at me. “Alright, I gotta get going, see ya Tweekers!” Kenny waves, turns and leaves.


Tweek locks his locker shut and turns to me with that same huge grin. He reaches out and grabs my hand.


“Are you excited C-Craig? I am.” Tweek keeps talking as he leads me towards his house but my mind is still trying to catch up with what just happened.


And then it hits me.

“Kenny, you bastard!”

Soooo that’s how I ended up being tricked into watching My Little Pony for thirteen hours straight on a sacred Friday night. FML.

Pretty Man

Originally posted by commandersass

Pairing: Bruce Banner & Reader (Friendship), Chris Evans X Reader

Genre: Humor

Prompt: Hulk strays from the remains of the battle because he spots Chris Evans. Reader has to try and convince the Hulk to leave him alone. “Pretty man pretty.” “Yes I know Hulk, but let’s leave the pretty man alone, alright?”

by: bigeyes-redmouth

After the disastrous relationship between Natasha and Bruce had ended, the Avengers had been looking for a new member that could potentially wrangle in the Hulk after a mission – a Hulk whisperer Tony had coined it – and eventually found you.

You were an empath. You didn’t really do anything with your powers before you met the Avengers. Not because you were resentful or scared of your powers, but you just didn’t feel right using them on people without their consent. Manipulation was manipulation in any form and you didn’t want to go down that road.

You weren’t even living in New York when the Avengers found you. You had been catching up with your best friend and she had suggested going to a nearby cafe. You were an hour in to the conversation when chaos broke out.

Giant robotic spiders had been attacking the city. Of course, the Avengers came and defeated them, but no amount of pleading or bribery could get the Hulk to turn back.

You had witness the Hulk throw Thor into a nearby building and nearly knock Iron Man out of the sky, that’s when you decided to step in.

“Ma’am, no!”

“Is she fucking nuts?”

“Tony get her out of there!”

You ignored them, even managing to side step Captain America’s attempt to grab you, and walked straight to the green giant. He noticed you, dropping the car he had been inspecting.

The Hulk roared in your face, nearly knocking you off your feet, but you regained your footing and your bearing. You could do this. You stared him down.

“Calm down. You said, sending him waves of calmness. He cocked his head at you, the scowl he had been sporting disappearing, and plopped himself down. You watched in amazement as he began to shrink and shrink until the Hulk became a befuddled naked man.

The rest was history.

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The Family Plan-Part Two

It’s back…as I fight a horrible stomach bug.

Part One can be located here.

If you’re interested, I’ve also fancasted Beatrice and Ramona.

Also, I’m going to be inputting one of the “Ways to Say I Love You” Prompts. 

This particular one was requested by @brightlytaylor and is #14-”Can I have this dance?

Happy Reading!

Also, please excuse all typos, grammatical, errors, etc…I’m sick.


The once peaceful Mellark house was interrupted by the sound of a rushed entrance at the front door and two sets of ascending footsteps quickly followed by simultaneous door slams.

Ramona looked through her closet, flipping through her many array of dresses, and trying to gauge what would be acceptable for a dinner at her new friend’s house. Beatrice seemed like she cared very little for fashion and more about what was comfortable. She wanted to look casual and cool, too.

She had nothing.

In the room across the hall, Peeta look through his own closet. He looked like a fucking anxious mess today in front of Katniss. He wouldn’t do that again. Looking through each piece of clothing, Peeta tried to figure out what would look put-together, but not like he was trying too hard.

He had nothing.

Opening his door, Peeta was surprised to find that Ramona was also at her doorway.

“I need help!” They both cried out simultaneously.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I just wanted to ask where you might've bought your wig and how you styled it for speciesswap Cronus? I'm trying to find a good one for regular Cronus and I'm not having any luck.

Heya, anon! Cronus is kinda tricky when it comes to his wig, because while you can use a foamcore, it does tend to look less natural. Not to mention that most lace fronts don’t have a widows-peak so you’ll have to ventilate it in yourself.

I bought and styled my original Cronus wig in 2013, and in just two years lace fronts have really just become SO much more common in the cosplay scene! Today lace fronts are actually established as a Thing, which they at the time  made my first wig weren’t.

Below the cut, I’ll talk a bit about the wig itself (where I got it, etc.) as well as how I ventilate mine (using a regular sewing needle) and style it. Warning that it is long and image heavy.

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anonymous asked:

still taking requests.? i got inspired by those new concept photos. Taehyung - hair, wall, lollipop - prompt, if u want.

inspired by the war of hormones concept vids but also by the graffiti walls in now2 brazil lmfao :) hope you enjoy
requests are: closed

candyshop of stars
rated t for treading between cute and just downright racy
word count: 2,201

01. hair

You tuck your hair behind your ear and let the bubble over your lips pop, flipping through a magazine that was a month old.

In a city that watches the world slip by with idle eyes, in a city that sits on the curb and watches smoke rise up against an orange sunset made so not by nature but the smog of the cars coughing along the streets, in a city that sleeps on moth eaten sofas and love is defined by the number of hickeys you have on your neck, the nail marks dragging down your back, you look for stars that have long since flickered out.

Until now.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I love your stories!! Can I request a Namjin where Jin is an actor and RapMon is an underground rapper??


Seokjin feels his heart race when he hears a familiar voice coming from behind him. Turning around and taking his sunglasses off, Seokjin sees the person he hasn’t seen in years.

Whether seeing Namjoon standing in front of him is a good thing or not, Seokjin will never know.

(Nor does he want to dwell on that thought for too long.)

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