he's been through it a few times

So, I keep seeing trailers for 47 Meters Down and I’m so sick of the media demonizing sharks so I wrote a little thing to vent

“Dude, this is total bullshit!” Stiles spat, waving his hand at the TV screen. There was a trailer playing, advertising a new summer blockbuster. “Sharks aren’t inherently evil! They just have bad eyesight!”

For the past few minutes, Stiles had been ranting and raving about the movie the trailer was advertising for. Derek hadn’t really been paying attention to the TV, halfway through the book in his lap, but he registered that the movie involved people trapped in a shark cage and bloodthirsty great whites.

He had only raised his head and set his book down when Stiles launched into his tirade about the demonization of sharks in the media. He cited Jaws a few times, along with a handful of other unrealistic shark movies including the one featuring an actor who looked almost identical to Boyd.

“Did you know that the author of Jaws said he regretted it when people started killing sharks left and right?” Stiles inquired, turning his head to look at Derek with incredulity written all over his face. “It’s such fucking bullshit!”

He whipped his head around to look back at the TV where another commercial had taken the place of the shark movie trailer. “Don’t even get me started on shark culling.”

Derek didn’t. But Stiles continued his diatribe anyway, “There’s approximately seventeen shark attacks a year. But a hundred million sharks are killed every year. And for what?! Soup! Fucking soup!”

He folded his arms over his chest with a huff, settling back against the couch cushions as he glared at the shampoo commercial on the TV screen. Clearly, he was still upset about the shark movie that would be swimming into a theater near him in just a few days.

“Humans are the fucking worst. I don’t know how you put up with us,” Stiles grumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes. “Sharks are fucking awesome. They’re just doing their best.”

Silence fell over them for a moment. Derek broke it by announcing, without preamble, “I love you.”

Stiles’ double take was downright comical as he jumped in his seat and turned his head like an owl to gawk at Derek. His mouth gaping open, Stiles blinked a few times and demanded, “Wait, what?”

“I love you,” Derek repeated, closing his book and setting it off to the side on the coffee table. He slipped off his reading glasses and placed them atop the book.

“Yeah, but why?” Stiles prompted incredulously, leaning forward expectantly. He chewed his bottom lip as he waited for Derek’s response.

“Because you’re amazing,” Derek explained succinctly. “Because you’re so passionate about everything and anything. Because you jump to the defense of sharks even though you’re terrified of them.”

“Oh,” Stiles answered, mulling over Derek’s words for a moment. Glancing at his boyfriend through his lashes, Stiles leaned closer and murmured, “Any other reasons you love me?”

Barking out a laugh, Derek pulled Stiles into his arms. “Because you’re smart and funny and loyal and give great head.”

anonymous asked:

Hanzo with his shy s/o on one of their early dates and his s/o invites him over at their house where they make-out for the first time? (s/o doesn't want to go further than that yet)

You were absolutely stunned when Hanzo asked you out. You’ve been pining for him for such a long time, but you always thought he was way out your your league. Next thing you know, he approaches you saying he can’t take his mind away from you. So now, you’ve begun dating.

Your first few dates were always simple and quiet. A walk through a nearby park, a picnic on a lovely day, even just sitting alone quietly in Hanzo’s room just doing your own things while enjoying each other’s company.

Tonight, Hanzo had taken you out to a fancy restaurant. At first you were nervous, worried that you’d be under dressed or that you wouldn’t perform well in such a sophisticated atmosphere. Hanzo could pick up on your nervousness, so he broke the ice with some casual conversation and things just seemed to get better from there.

The two of you had reached the end of your meal, and being the gentleman that he is, Hanzo had paid for everything. You didn’t even get a chance to look at the bill, but you’re sure this dinner was rather expensive. You felt kind of bad. You wanted to repay him somehow. You gave it some thought, and you realized that even though you had been dating for awhile, you haven’t been all that intimate. You held hands and hugged sometimes, but you have yet to kiss even once. You were just so nervous and wanted to take things so, and Hanzo respected that decision. He said he would not push you and would only take things further once you were ready.

Hanzo finished paying the bill, rose from his seat, and held his hand out for you. He was offering to take you home. You gaze up at his gorgeous face; the gleam in his eye, his adorable smile… You made your decision. You couldn’t pay him back for the meal, but you could show him how much you appreciated his kindness with a show of love

He takes you to your front door and is about to leave, but you grab his hand, take a deep, calming breath, and ask if he’d like to come inside. Hanzo takes a moment to read your features, making sure you were comfortable with this before accepting your offer.

Once you’re both inside and you shut the door, Hanzo starts making his way inside, but stops when he noticed you haven’t moved from the doorway. Clearly, you had your mind on something. he came back to your side, concern clearly written on his face. You knew you had to act before your nerves got the better of you, otherwise you’d chicken out and this whole thing would get awkward. So, as he continued to look into your eyes, you quickly smashed your face into his, giving him a very sloppy kiss before you both pulled away with an “OW.” Your noses banged together and you’re pretty sure you hit his forehead too. That could have gone better. 

You tried once more, leaning in to give him a much gentler kiss to the lips. Hanzo stilled, trying to get a read on you before realizing this was genuine. He eagerly returned the kiss, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. A soft groan escaped his lips as you dared to go further, darting your tongue out to swipe along his lips. He’d obviously been waiting a long time for this, and it was well worth the wait. 

Hanzo opened his mouth to mix his tongue with your own, whispering your praises between kisses. He was so proud that you made the first move, so surprised to see how excellent you were at bringing him pleasure. 

You had no idea how much time had passed, but you were running low on air. The both of you were flushed a deep red, going completely drunk from each other’s touch.

You felt Hanzo’s hand snake down to grope your ass, but you prompty grabbed his wrist and pushed out a firm “No.” Hanzo immediately recoiled, realizing his mistake, and took a step away from you.

“Oh– I am so sorry,” he aid between pants. “Was I… reading the signals wrong?” 

You giggle and step forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “We’ll get there eventually,” you whisper. “Baby steps, okay? But for now, can we just stick to this?” You lean in to press another kiss to his lips. 

He chuckles and responds with a soft “Of course, my love. There is no rush.”

The two of you wind up making out for quite a long while after that. At some point, you eventually fall asleep on the couch in each other’s arms. Probably while making out. Won’t that be a funny thing to wake up to?

Character Development- Part 3- June

Fic Masterlist! 

Word Count: 1027

A/N: Welcome to the naivety of a 7th grader :,)


Crushes are weird. Dan really didn’t understand when Louise said she had a crush on Joey. Yes, the same Joey who rummaged through Phil’s backpack and broke up with a girl named Lauren who moved away only a few days earlier. The backpack incident had been forgotten, and they were all on decent terms with Joey. Dan decided it was time for him to work his magic. 

Dan was known in his friend group as The Matchmaker. Sure, he’d never had a serious relationship himself, nor was his love life exactly existent at the moment. But if it ever would be, Dan was ready. He was the best at coming up with crazy, convoluted plans to find out if someone liked someone else, or to get two people together. Whenever any of his friends needed a wingman, they’d go to Dan. 

As painful as it was to talk to Joey for a whole morning, he managed to get the two together. Satisfied with his work, he got dressed and packed up to go to his grandparents’ house for the week. But something was still nagging at him. 

Everyone was crushing on someone or getting together with someone, but Dan was completely alone. In fact, he didn’t even have any crushes. Of course, there weren’t many desirable guys in his class. But he did feel a bit left out. 

On that topic, what did Louise see in Joey? What does anyone see in anyone, really? Dan always thought of a crush as looking at cute boys and saying to yourself, “That guy’s hot. I wish I could date him.” But Joey’s definitely not cute. He shot a text to Louise. What do you see in Joey anyway? 

I like his personality. He’s sweet and he actually cares about me. Why do you ask? 

Just wondering. Personality. Dan’s closed mind never though about there being more to a crush than just looks. Nobody he knew had the looks he’d been searching for, but what about the personality? Someone nice, caring, and loving. Basically, a best friend, but with romantic attraction. 

“Dan! It’s time to go!” Dan mindlessly walked to the car, thinking through all the boys in his class. A realization dawned on him. By those standards, he had a crush on Phil. 


The more Dan thought about it, the more it made sense. Phil was his best friend… but the romantic attraction? Dan visualized Phil pressing his soft, pink lips to his own. It was a good thought. Of course, by those standards, he also had a slight crush on Joey. But he pushed this away, as he didn’t feel the same attraction he did to Phil. 

But Phil was straight. Dan would never have a chance with him. He’d dated multiple girls in the last month, so there was little to no chance that he could like Dan. Right? Dan didn’t know. He really didn’t know much of anything anymore. 


The week passed slowly. Louise broke up with Joey, wanting freedom for the summer of her thirteenth birthday. A day later, she shared her first kiss with a boy named Louis at the beach. Dan couldn’t help but laugh at the name similarity. But that was about all that made sense to him. Feelings are weird. 

Dan decided to let Louise enjoy her summer fling and change the subject. But seriously you got two guys and I can’t even get one

Aw I’m sure you could 

There’s not even anyone I like, and I’m sure nobody likes me 

I’m sure some people do 

Like who 

Louise was typing for a few minutes. Finally, Dan received a simple response. Phil?

He doesn’t like me. He’s straight. 

It looks to me like he likes you. he basically spent the entire last month of school with you. I can tell these things. He likes you. 

I maybe sorta kinda like him too… 

You should tell him! 

He probably doesn’t like me back… 

Oh Matchmaker… 

The time had finally come for Dan to scheme for his own good. Dan absorbed himself in his own mind, attempting to come up with a plan. Neither of them could text Phil over the summer, as he didn’t have wifi. The next time they would see him would be the first music practice for band. The first week of July. Dan would be away for camp, so that wouldn’t work. Or would it? I have an idea. 

Hm? 

The first band practice is while I’m at camp. You can –subtly– find out if he has feelings for me. I’ll be back Friday. You can’t text me untli then; I can’t have my phone and chances are my parents will search it. 

That seems doable. 

And thus began a new era in their lives: the one where Louise was the wingman. Dan waited anxiously for the month to end, his crush on Phil only intensifying. He continued talking to both Joey and Louise, as they’d both gotten to be very good friends of his. 

Dan began to worry when his crush on Joey intensified as well. With every time they talked, he became more and more convinced that the two of them would be a good couple. Finally, the day before he was set to leave for camp, he brought the subject up in conversation. He learned that Joey is actually bi and he had feelings for Dan as well. Ten minutes later, Dan had a boyfriend. He sighed, smiling, and set his phone down, leaving his room for dinner. 

When he returned, he had a text from Lauren, Joey’s ex girlfriend. Dan had always approved of their relationship and thought they were perfect for each other, but they broke up when she moved. He had been talking to her a bit over the summer, but not that much. This text confessed that she still had feelings for Joey. She knew that Louise dated him, and wasn’t that happy about it. But she didn’t know Dan was dating him. Dan made his decision. His first relationship in over a year… lasted two hours. 

Dan shot a text to Louise. You’ve got the plan for Phil down, right? 

Right.

Cataclysm - Neal + Belle/Gold

@gypsy-belle asked: Although the rest of the apartment was cool enough, the bathroom was sweltering. 


CATACLYSM
(Ao3)

Although the rest of the apartment was cool enough, the bathroom was sweltering.

Neal frowned at the tendrils of vapor that escaped from beneath the door. He knocked a few times, stopping when there was no answer. Now more worried than puzzled, he twisted the knob and hurried through the steamy room to turn off the hot water. “Dad!” he called out, trying to push down the sudden spike of panic.

The discarded coat on the couch had been a curiosity. His memories of childhood included watching his father meticulously fold every article of clothing, no matter the occasion or time of day. Their house, small and poor as it was, had been organized to its last inch. Even now, in the mansion where he lived by himself, crammed with furniture in every room, his father carried in his head a detailed inventory of every item and its place. Neal couldn’t think of his father misplacing a draft for a contract, or so much as forgetting to charge his cell phone before bed.

Added the fact that, ever since their reunion, his father treated anything that related to Neal as gold, Neal could think of nothing short of cataclysm pushing the man into such carelessness.

“Dad!” he shouted again, more loudly.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I wanted to ask if you know anything abt joon's opinion on feminism. I've been a bts stan for a while now and I was kinda wondering. It's hard to tell with how idols on the kpop scene aren't really supposed to express opinions....

namjoon has expressed it many times through music, the media he consumes and the clothing he wears. 

namjoon very much a feminist who believes everyone, female, male, trans, bi, gay, rich, poor, black, white, blue, religion, everyone deserves respect, equality, love, and all the same opportunities 

actively wears skirts and runway fashion that is actually made for women

take a look at the book on his night stand

one of the few times he has tweeted about same sex love/LGBT issues

  • Namjoon was the one who came up with the topics they spoke about in the song change for the collaboration with Wale. he said he keeps up with american media and thinks it’s important to know what is going on around the world. he wanted to use his large platform to speak about the important issues of black lives matter, and the government and things needing to change because things are not okay. he said because of the situations going on in the us and in korea in was important to talk about it
  • 21st century girl, need I say more?
  • actively giving a voice to those who can’t through his music and fancafe posts
  • releasing the song ‘I know’ the day after korea passed its law to ban same sex marriage 

and many many many more, he doesn’t hide it, he openly speaks about it regularly. people just have to listen to him

x / x / x / x

important headcanon

Victor Nikiforov is forgetful as all get out. He doesn’t remember his own birthday half the time, and when people ask him how old he is, he has to count backwards using his fingers. 

But he knows the names of all the dogs he encounters in Hasetsu.

“Aki!” he says to the storeowner’s dog, as he bikes past on his way to the Ice Castle. Aki is a terrier mutt, small and a determined barker. “Good morning, Aki!” Which store owner? Damned if he knows. He’s been introduced a few times. Aki’s person. Victor is fairly certain he has two eyes and a face?

“Hi, Masa,” he says at lunch. Masa is the dog that lives somewhat near the castle. Masa is a shiba inu, and really likes tuna onigiri. He can detect the sound of a bento being opened from half a mile away; it never takes him more than a minute to materialize in the middle of Victor’s lunch. He sits two feet from Makkachin, giving Victor soulful sad eyes as he goes through the bento that Yuuri’s mother has made for him. Victor is no idiot–Makkachin has taught him well that a dog that knows how to make “I’m a poor neglected dog that never gets fed” eyes is almost certainly a dog who has a devoted human who is a sucker for sad dog eyes. But Victor is also a sucker for sad dog eyes.

Hiroko Katsuki has started adding extra onigiri, just for Masa. (“No salt,” she explained to him. She’s a good egg.)

Yori plays with Makkachin in the afternoons when Yuuri is cross-training. Yori is a brown dog with three white paws, not to be confused with Toshi, who is a slightly browner dog with two white paws and one yellow paw. Toshi lives closer to the onsen, anyway.

“Which dog is that?” Yuuri asks, as they’re walking home. Victor sees a flash out of the corner of his eye before the dog disappears. It’s enough. “Kouta. You can tell by the freckles on the paws. Riku has the same coloring but no freckles.”

“Who does Kouta belong to?” Yuuri asks.

Someone, Victor is sure. He’s been introduced a time or five. Some human…with two eyes, probably a face? He’s not really sure. 

“Kouta’s owner,” Victor finally says.

He doesn’t know why Yuuri is cracking up. Why would he waste precious brain space on human names when there are so many dogs to remember?

(catalyzed by this post)

Why yes, we should ring up every item.

I used to be a front end manager for a large hardware chain in the Midwest. It was early in the day (around 9 am or so) and my head cashier had called in sick so I was already behind in a lot of ways. Luckily I had a girl scheduled who was a former head cashier who had left the company and came back as a full time cashier. We’ll call her Jenny. Jenny was smart and worked hard, she was always professional and was quick with a joke. I liked when she was scheduled to work with me.

Jenny was around 7 months pregnant (and had the most awful things said to her because she didn’t have a ring on her left hand, but that’s another story) and I had given her the phone while I was trying to accomplish various tasks to set up my day.

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Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

Originally posted by nnochu

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Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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Things Confirmed in Lars’ Head

New Location: Lars Pocket Dimension

  • All of Lars injuries (and death) have been healed
  • The entrance to the current off color hideout has been blocked
  • Steven is strong, even by gem standards
  • The off colors are considering changing their hideout
  • Zombies cant talk in Steven Universe
  • The off colors don’t know what zombies are
  • The off colors thought humans could change colors
  • Lars heartbeat has been slowed down
  • Fluorite is accepting of whatever color lars chooses
  • Lars now has a pocket dimension in his head
  • Lars pocket dimension has an oak tree
  • Lars has nothing in his pocket dimension
  • Their is still no air in Lars pocket dimension
  • Lars and Lions pocket dimensions are connected
  • Steven can enter lions pocket dimension through Lars Head
  • Steven and Lars have been gone for a few days
  • Lion has died before
  • Lars blood is also pink
  • The off colors and Lars now know about Lion
  • Lars can now go long periods of time without food
  • The off colors, and other homeworld gems, thought earth was destroyed by the Diamonds
  • The off colors want to go to earth
  • Lars cant go through his own head
  • Lars is stuck on Homeworld
  • Lars likes sunsets
  • Lars thinks he took Earth for granite
  • The off colors have all agreed to stay with Lars on Homeworld
  • The off colors have been hiding for eons
  • This is the first time Lars has openly hugged Steven
  • Steven is back on Earth
  • The CGs have been trying to get to Homeworld
  • Connie and Greg have been trying to save Steven
  • The gems have trying  to get an old drop ship to work, too get to Homeworld
fuckboy » jjk » m

» request: nope

» genre: smutttttt

» author’s note: i was hoping to be able to get to 5k words, but unfortunately that didn’t happen :’) anyways, i still think this is the longest scenario i’ve written which i’m kind of proud of tbh ?? i really like this one and i hope you all do too! feel free to request any sort of au scenarios and i’ll be sure to write it !

» word count: 4.3k+

» warnings: fuckboy jungkook, sexting, phone sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex

**nsfw under the cut

You sigh to yourself as you collect the randomly discarded articles of Jimin’s clothing scattered through the house. You roll your eyes as you grasp a pair of his underwear, tossing them into the basket which has now grown heavy with the weight of his dirty laundry. “Seriously, Chim, is it that hard to pick up your clothes?” You ask as you walk into the living room, picking up an old t-shirt from the back of the couch; you stop in your tracks once you finally look up.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Jimin flashes you a sheepish smile, but you are no longer worried about him. Your eyes travel to the other person in the room, Jeon Jungkook; he leans casually against the wall, taking a sip from a bottle of water. “Have you met Jungkook?” Jimin asks you casually, flicking through the channels on the television as you glare at his friend.

“I don’t think so,” you say truthfully; you’ve never met Jeon Jungkook, but you’ve heard of him, many times. Most recently, his antics had been called to your attention by a close friend of yours, and to make a long, long story short: Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy.

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owlsarereallycute  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if I could have an ask of a Dalish Inquisitor sneaking off in the Abor wilds and when the companion finally find them hours later they're surrounded by a bunch of halla just laying around them while they sleep peacefully, something they haven't done in awhile (Romanced please)

The Dalish are my soulmates.

Solas: High Approval: He’s been hunting for hours, but his skills are rusty and it took him far longer than it should have to finally track the Inquisitor down. When he does find them, they’re asleep in a meadow filled with halla, looking more peaceful than he had ever seen them. He can’t bring himself to interrupt. He smiles at them, sets a few protective wards, and starts back to camp. Then he stops. He looks at the Inquisitor, how peaceful they are, and he sits against a nearby tree. A nap might be nice. Low Approval: He stumbles upon the Inquisitor’s hiding place by accident. He wasn’t actually looking for them, just looking for a place to be alone for a while. He rolls his eyes at them. They looks so Dalish and it’s almost sickening. Despite his distaste for the whole scene, he leaves them in peace. Just before he leaves, he sets a few wards. It wouldn’t do for the Inquisitor to die during a nap, after all. There’s more to do yet. If Romanced: He’s been frantically combing the forest surrounding the Temple and the camp for hours, unable to focus long enough to dredge up his ancient tracking skills for a forest like this. When he finally catches up to the Inquisitor, the sight nearly takes his breath away. He’s never seen them looking so peaceful. The halla have clearly accepted them as a friend, as kin, lethalen, and are grazing peacefully all around. He wonders if the skittish creatures would defend the Inquisitor if a threat neared, and as he watches he thinks that they might. He walks the perimeter of their meadow, setting wards and making certain it’s safe. Then he settles himself beside his vhenan, taking them into his arms, and falls asleep.

Josephine: One of the scouts found the Inquisitor, and she thought it would be a good idea for her to go get them personally. Yet when she finds them, she discovers that she can’t disrupt the scene. It’s so foreign to her, halla roaming nearby and the Inquisitor sleeping peacefully in the grass. They look like some lost barbarian royalty. Just a few more minutes. If Romanced: She smiles when she finds her lover, asleep in the grass. It’s not the first time she’s found them taking a nap outside and she knows it won’t be the last. After a short internal debate, she winds her way through the grazing halla, careful not to startle them, and lays down beside her lover.

Cullen: He’s been searching for the Inquisitor for hours, worried that they’d been taken or something. When he finds them napping instead, looking more at peace with the halla than he’d ever seen them, he’s annoyed. But only for a moment. He understands the need to find some peace. He leaves them alone, but sends a couple of soldiers to make sure that their peaceful nap stays that way. If Romanced: He was frantic with worry as he combed the forest, and he nearly fell to his knees with relief when he found the Inquisitor at last. They look so peaceful, more so than he’s ever seen. He knows that what happened at the Temple must have been hard, awful for them. They deserve some rest. Rather than leave them alone, however, he lays down next to them and smiles, just watching them until sleep takes him, his hand steady on his sword hilt.

Leliana: She found them first, before the others. She knew where to look. She stands at the edge of the meadow, hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She considers waking the Inquisitor, but she’s never seen them so at peace. The halla will alert them if there’s danger. She posts a couple scouts nearby and leaves without interfering.

Vivienne: She clucks her tongue at the scene before her. The Inquisitor may be Dalish, yes, but they need to maintain their image. What if someone saw? There’s twigs in their hair and dirt on their armor now. She’s about to march over and straighten them up but then she notices how peaceful they look. She can’t help but soften. They deserve a rest. She returns to camp, determined to send anyone looking for them in all the wrong directions.

Varric: Aww. This is the kind of thing that he wishes he could put in his books but that no one ever wants to read, the quiet moments after the battle, between one crisis and the next, when the hero just needs to be alone. If he were a poetry kind of guy, this scene would probably be pretty inspiring, the Dalish hero napping in the sun with some halla. He leaves them to it, but lets Nightingale know where they are.

Iron Bull: He tracked the Inquisitor to their hiding spot when he realized he hadn’t seen them for a few hours. When he sees where they’ve been, asleep on the ground with halla all around, he just grins and goes back to camp. No need to interrupt. If Romanced: He breathes a sigh of relief that his kadan is safe. After everything that happened at the Temple, he was worried. But there they are, asleep in the grass like a wild elf should be. He grins as he lays down next to them. He’ll keep them safe.

Dorian: He went for a wander for his own health, to be alone after everything they just learned, but he finds the Inquisitor instead of peace of mind. He watches the Inquisitor sleep for a few moments, looking very Dalish, and thinks about his homeland. Then he walks away. If Romanced: He smiles when he finds his amatus asleep in the grass. They both needed some time away, then? That’s fair. He settles himself on the ground beside his lover and watches him sleep, thinking about his homeland.

Sera: When she finds the Inquisitor, she nearly makes a very loud comment about elfy elves sleeping in the dirt with halla, but she stops when she sees their face. They look so peaceful that all her ire fades away. She knows how much they need some peace. She leaves them alone. If Romanced: There’s her honeytongue! Finally! She runs up to them, startling a few halla as she goes, but stops short when she sees how deeply asleep Inky is. After a few moments thinking about it, she lays down too. It’s not so bad, laying in the grass.

Cassandra: She’s been searching for hours! When she finally finds the Inquisitor, she almost launches into a speech about recklessness but stops short when she realizes they’re asleep. When she realizes just how deeply asleep they are and how much they must have needed it, she finds that she doesn’t have it in her to wake them. If Romanced: After hours of searching and worrying, she finds her lover asleep on the ground with halla all around, and she melts instantly. It’s such a romantic scene, the sun shining on their sleeping face and the breeze ruffling their hair. She looks around to make sure no one else is nearby, then lays down beside her lover. She can’t resist.

Cole: He knew exactly where they were and why they were there. “Haunted, hunted, too much, too much. We didn’t know. Need to be away, sort it out. I’ll help.” He turns away anyone who might wake them, redirecting them without anyone noticing.

Blackwall: He’d been walking, wandering around and thinking about the Wardens when he found the Inquisitor. He almost went over to them, he almost just walked away and hoped he wasn’t noticed. But then he saw that they were asleep and he stops. They look so peaceful, even after what just happened and all they learned. Maybe that was what he needed, too. Just let it go for a little while. He leaves feeling better than he has in weeks. If Romanced: “So careless. What would I do if you got hurt out here alone?” he murmurs, gently brushing the Inquisitor’s cheek with his fingers. He’d almost left and hoped he wasn’t seen, but they were asleep out in the woods alone. He needed to protect them. And they looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to leave. He lays down beside them, gathering them in his arms, and hopes their peace will rub off on him.

Break-Up Novella.

PART ONE: I WON’T GIVE UP.

Here we have the very first part to a very anticipated, very emotional, very long-winded, very angsty-filled break-up story where we see the missus and Harry split and cope in ways that only bring them back to one another, closer than before and deeper in love than ever before. A little novella(?) that I’ve been working my hardest on and spending my free time perfecting just for you guys. 

I cannot thank you enough for being patient with and understanding that it’s been something I want to be 100% happy with. It’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. It’s been hard to find motivation because I’ve not written very many sad stories whilst being on here; I’ve read them! But, not written many, so, I hope this is the start of something new (cue High School Musical reference).

I’m still very iffy over the argument scene. So, bear with uit, haha. It’s the first piece of angst that I’ve written…

But, I’m finally SO happy to be sharing it with you! For the next 5 days, you’re going to be taken on a journey of emotions between the two of them. Enjoy! x

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a day in the life.

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Castiel sleeps like the dead. It’s an unfortunate truth.

Dean rolls over only half awake because someone has stolen all the blankets, and he blindly seeks out warmth and comfort too early in the morning. Castiel is all but a statue beside him in bed though: on his back, comforter curled over his mouth with just his nose uncovered. He sleeps soundly and doesn’t stir when Dean nudges him, tries to squeeze his way under an arm or against his chest. Dean snuffles – not quite a whine – and Castiel goes so far as to kick him under the blankets, closing his eyes defiantly tighter.

Dean sighs. Time to get up, then.

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off limits | 03 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: slight angst, smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin
words: 10,930
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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Carousel | 04

Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied/light Smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 14,844 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Paint Me A Picture

(Play Me A Song)

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Excerpt: “Wait a second,” your eyes had begun to adjust to the poor lighting as you watched Yoongi turn to look at you in interest, “are they still trying to set us up?”

Genre: fluff, teacher au

Length: 1.9k

A/N: draw me like one of your french girls

Originally posted by milky-melon

The staffroom was always quiet on Fridays, the teachers working without pause to complete all of their marking before the weekend for a welcome break. Usually, you would have been finishing off the last of your lesson plans during this time, but the tinny sound of music from headphones was distracting you. You looked across your desk at Yoongi, frowning as he nodded his head to the beat, writing notes on the song.

As an art teacher, you disliked Yoongi mainly because the art and music departments never got on. You had often shared many a heated argument about which subject was better and students would often laugh when they caught you mid-rant during a lesson.

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Naturally (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.

He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.

She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.

“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.

“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.

“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.

“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.

“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.

Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.

“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.

“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.

He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.

“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.

“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.

“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”

He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.

“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.

“Come on.” She said firmly.

He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.

“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.

“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.

“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.

“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.

“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.

“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.

“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.

“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.

“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.

“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.

“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.

His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.

“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.