he's not even behind the box

with my life | o6 (last)

Bodyguard! AU

pairing: reader x OT7 (with a little jimin solo)

it’s a choice between life and death, you? or the boys?

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Originally posted by xesoteric-extraterrestrialx

“Woa y/n, how did yo-” before hoseok could finish his sentence, you stood up and closed the gate of the cage, locking it again.


“What the fuck y/n?” hoseok almost lost his sanity when you clicked the lock back.

“I fucking knew it, she so conveniently had a knife with her and so unrealistically opened the safe box? Who is she kidding?” jimin held hoseok’s hands trying to reassure him.

“I don’t even know if the others are really safe or not…”

You heard what he said, but you chose to ignore it, knowing that you had no time to waste.

“Wow, y/n, you’re really starting to impress me, just like the rumours i heard. How did you know the exit door behind the cage can only be open if the cage is closed?”

The two boys turned around and found the door at the corner.

“y/n…” hoseok begged.

You thought that annoying voice was going to shut up but nope. You were wrong, and you were starting to get a hunch on who’s behind the monitor playing mind games with everyone.

“1997, march 23.” your eyes widened, and the movement on your hands stopped as you were about to reach for the buttons on the machine to set it up.

“y/f/n, born into a rich family, but was unknown to the world…

Was good at hacking, and because of that, y/n officially joined the republic of korea’s secret society…”

“Are you done?” your fists balled up.

“No, of course not, haha. Where’s the fun if i stop here?”

Not having enough of his bullshit, you continued assembling the items in front of you. That machine is powered by blood. Which meant, someone had to be sacrificed. And no way in hell were you going to let any of the boys do it. Seeing how you were silent, that annoying voice came back and continued.

At this point, you couldn’t give a damn anymore, if he was going to reveal whatever nonsense about you then let it be, you knew you weren’t going to make it out alive, so even if the boys knew any information about you, it didn’t matter.

“Jimin-ah, i heard you ask y/n if she knew the feeling of losing someone just now right? Haha, how can she not?” jimin looked up to the CCTV with curious eyes.

“2011..when y/n got deployed to Uzbekistan for a mission to retrieve the government’s documents, she was the youngest member of the 8 that got deployed with her.., the mission was successful, of course.

Unfortunately, only she made it back.

The whole time jimin and hoseok was looking at your back and listening quietly, their eyes widened at the new information they were receiving. Truth is, even Pd didn’t know about you.

Your information was strictly confidential to the government bodies, and your career was unbeknownst to anyone. They didn’t even know your real age, so when they got to know you were jungkook’s age, it came as a shock to the boys because you were always so chic and independent.

“Shut the fuck up.” you stiffened once again.

“Oh no no, i’m getting to the interesting part.”

“You see, y/n was the youngest there, and she held a really strong asset to the team. Only she can hack into the system and retrieve the files. But being in that much danger meant that she needed protection…she lost all members of her team, in front of her eyes.

You were trying so hard to block out whatever that idiot is saying but it was getting harder and harder for you to concentrate assembling the machine.

“no. 5803 Jung yong seok… (you stopped)

no. 4542 Park hyung sik…

no. 8331 Park won jae…

No. 6629 Kim J-”

I SAID STOP” you slammed your fists on the counter.

“Ah~ getting sensitive i see, why? Guilty? I mean you did leave them behind.”

“y/n, how did it feel like, leaving your jae won behind? Weren’t you two really close?”

By this time, you had finish assembling and preparing the machine. You were also quite surprised you manage to do that despite the disturbance from that sick dude behind the screen, and you were convinced there were a hell lot of them.

“You know what you fucker? You were right about me involved in the secret society. But you were wrong at everything else, and that’s why we’re unidentified if our mission fails. 

I’m not born into a rich family, and i never was.

I’m a orphan, a trash that was thrown away. (hearing this, you could hear jimin’s faint voice calling out to you)

And listen up you fucker, we had a motto. Which was to protect each other at all costs, with our lives. Before jae won took the shot for me he whispered something to reassure me, and you obviously don’t need to know what it was. I didn’t return alone, someone else came back too, and i have a rough idea on where he is now.

You see, we are willing to sacrifice our lives for each other. And that makes this time no different as well. After dismissing myself from the society, i found a new family to take care of, even if they didn’t appreciate it. The moment i stepped in here, i swore to myself that i’ll keep them alive. They’re my new family, and i will protect them at all costs.

Until i die.

After finishing your little speech, you stabbed the blade to your abdomen and painfully got the funnel to collect your blood to the machine. Jimin and hoseok screamed your name in horror when the blade plunged into your tummy.

“G-get out now. I can’t hold this for long.” you spoke back facing them.

“y-y/n y/n i can’t, i’m sorry, i-i can’t, you have to come out with us.” jimin sounded like he was about to cry.

GET OUT NOW HOSEOK” you used your last strength to dismiss them.

Hoseok knew the more he wait, the longer you’ll have to suffer. And from what you told him just a moment ago, you told him they have only 3 minutes to run out the building, because that was as long as you could hold.

Hence, the moment he ran out the door dragging jimin out, you closed your eyes and lay on the floor, counting the seconds that you promised you’ll hold. After what seems like forever, you pulled the tube out of your tummy followed by a excruciating pain from the open wound.

Your mind could only wander to whether or not the boys made it out…

You stared dead into the camera,

Lee won bin, no. 8947 sniper…” you struggled to speak

“What?” the voice came back, but this time, it changed.

“Won bin, you think i’m stupid enough to not know you were part of this? I know you came back alive, and i know you were behind the monitor the moment i opened my eyes in this hell hole..no one ties ropes the way you tie them.”

Since he wasn’t speaking, you continued.

“You know what’s the best part of joining the anonymous? It’s that we vouch to protect each other at all costs, including our family…you’re curious on the whereabouts of your mum aren’t you?”

What the hell are you talking about, i haven’t seen her ever since that mission ended!” won bin almost shouted due to the mentioning of his mother.

“I took her to Seoul National University Hospital. She’s working there as a nurse…go to her won bin, she’s been waiting for ages..leave that sick mastermind behind and run away now.”

*Behind the monitor*

“Don’t you fucking dare leave here with all these mess. I didn’t know the boys would be able to find their way out so fast. The whole venue is surrounded by the S.W.A.T team.” jae hyuk’s brother grabbed unto won bin and demanded for a plane as well.

W-won bin, i stuck the tube back in, get out of there before i die.” he hears your soft voice coming from the monitor screen.

Before jae hyuk’s brother could react, won bin, being a trained specialist, put up a fight against everyone in the room and manage to lock them from outside by hacking into the system, which you taught him a long time ago.

He also manage to open all exits and run towards your unconscious body, pressing on your abdomen and carrying you out.

If the idea of getting stuck in your own creation is chaotic, it was like a tornado had struck outside the premises.

The media was contacted as the rescue mission was leaked to them by the police, and there were hundreds of reporters outside the venue. The ambulance and police cars were lined up outside, and all of the men in uniform had guns pointing towards the exit.

We also have hoseok trying to hold jimin back as he wanted to run back in to save you. He didn’t know what came over him, but he felt the strong urge to bring you by his side again. 

He missed your presence.

As won bin excited the venue with you in his arms, bright lights from the cars and helicopter were shone towards him. He knew there was no way out for him, so he gently placed your body down unto the ground and raised both his hands up.

The medics, including jimin rushed towards you trying to find any signs of life you had. Your blood levels were severely low and your body was turning cold.

Ice cold.

You were rushed to a nearby hospital immediately, with jimin onboard as he was begging to give his blood to you.

It was such a nerve wrecking process to be waiting for the blood transfusion and second operation to bring you back to life because your heart failed to beat after the transfusion. The boys have been waiting for a good 3 hours until you were wheeled out looking like death itself.

They were told to go home for the day as you will be transferred to the observation ward in the intensive care unit, in case your heart stopped beating. But after something that traumatic, and seeing how you almost spent your last breath trying to save your new family, they refused to go home and stayed overnight in the hospital.

Either way, they couldn’t make it home quietly as their dorms were swarmed with reporters trying to get the latest update for the fans and the world.

You were finally deemed safe enough to be transferred into the VIP Suite ward which bighit have booked, both for your safety and the boys. Upon your arrival, the boys stood up and went over to your bedside, glancing at you with worried expressions. They only sat when the doctor in-charge told them you were in a stable condition.

That was definitely one hell of a ride for the boys. Thanks to won bin, jaehyuk’s brother and the team behind that cruel activities were all arrested and sent to serve their time in the prison. After finding out the whereabout of won bin, his mother left a card at your bedside and regularly visited her long awaited son.

5 days later

You finally got discharged from the hospital, and the boys were eager to see you at home. Due to security reasons and other stuff, they are currently on a long hiatus and would only resume activities after 1 year and a half.

Opening the doors of the dorm, you were met with a sudden group hug from the boys. They were so eager like puppies that you literally got lifted off the ground from their bone crushing hug.

“y/n, will you be by our side forever?”

A/n: omg hey friends!! to those that have been following up with this and anticipating this, i’m so thankful for your support and love!! if you have been reading my past fics, i always end the fic/ series that is up to you imaginations hehe, have a nice dream <3

Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Taehyung

BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | TAEHYUNG VERSION

WORD COUNT: 1,417

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

Originally posted by cyyphr

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The King (NSFW)

Originally posted by fitzi-the-nerdy-girl

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: sugar daddy, art collector King T’Challa, I think that about sums it up. Inspired by THIS post.

Warnings: smut

A/N: So yet again, I have not done any of the 12 requests in my inbox. Sorry guys, just feeling a little selfish/selif indulgent as of late. Also this fic is around 3.1K words so it’s pretty long, just a heads up.


You meandered around the room, admiring the art on the walls as your heels clicked lightly across the floor. You were so proud of the work you had done to get this art exhibit up and ready in such short time. It wasn’t every day you got call from the King of Wakanda asking your museum to showcase his personal art collection so your bosses were up your ass to ensure everything was perfect, and it was. 

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anonymous asked:

It seems Tyler Hoechlin is your favorite live-action Superman, but can you rank the actors from worst to best as you see it (of the current actors, I'm not sold on Hoechlin yet, but I think it has more to do with my dislike of his costume—particularly how the cape attaches—that it distracts me from the character, while Cavill seems to physically look perfect for the part and certainly is capable of the acting and charm, but the script he has to work with is lacking)?

Leaving out Kirk Alyn, John Haymes Newton and Gerard Christopher, since I’m not familiar with their performances:

7. Tom Welling

I feel kind of bad about this one. I grew up watching Smallville, y’know? And in terms of sheer man-hours devoted to the role, Welling has more of a claim to being Superman than anyone other than Bud Collyer. But he…wasn’t great, in retrospect. I suspect it was largely a matter of the material he was given; he did well whenever he actually had something to do, whether as dorky reporter Clark Kent intermittently throughout the final season, or various cases of amnesia/mind control/body-swapping/Red Kryptonite exposure. But outside maybe a sweet spot after he’d grown into the role and before he visibly started to get tired of it, and occasionally when getting to spar with (better) actors like Durance, Rosenbaum, and Glover, he had a weird stiffness when playing regular Clark Kent that for the most part didn’t translate into charm once he couldn’t bank on teen awkwardness anymore, and while that frankly made him a pretty honest depiction of the increasingly dicey version of the character he was written as, it didn’t make for a great take on Superman.

6. Henry Cavill

Cavill’s been more let down by the material than anything else - the unfortunate unifying factor of the bottom three here. When the movies let him be great, he really is great, whether promising Martha that he isn’t going anywhere even after learning the truth about Krypton or fighting for the stories he believes in against Perry White. For the most part though he just seems to be called on to look varying degrees of sad and solemn, asked to call on none of the charm he showed in, say, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Granted his Superman has a lot to be down about, but there’s no range on display here; I don’t doubt he’s got a great take on the character in him, but for now it’s being kept under wraps.

5. Brandon Routh

Of all the reasons Superman Returns was such a damn shame, maybe the biggest was that it buried any chance of seeing the performance out of Brandon Routh that he so clearly had to offer. He’s a great dorky Clark, a charming Superman, and when the stars line up just right, he really manages to capture the idea of Superman as a melancholy figure - his take doesn’t just seem to be bearing the weight of the world in the philosophical abstract, but much more palpably feels an entire planet crying out for him, knowing he can never save them all but always trying anyway out of unconditional love, very much in line with Garth Ennis and John McCrea’s take on him in Hitman. Unfortunately all that takes up maybe 10-15 minutes of runtime, spending the rest of the movie stalking his ex with a neutral expression until he gets shived by Kevin Spacey and regurgitates Brando at his secret kid. Superman Returns was weird, ya’ll.

4. Dean Cain

I was honestly surprised with myself when I decided Cain won out as the best of the rest outside the big three - I thought for sure it’d be Routh. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that while Routh’s take is definitely closer to the version of Superman I had in my head, it’s compromised in a way the Superman of Lois & Clark never was: like the take or not, this is a perfect realization of the Superman the creators of the show clearly had in mind. His Clark’s funny, clever, warm, and vulnerable, and while it feels weird for him to be acting that way in the glasses these were the Byrne years, so as an expression of his ‘real’ self it’s pretty on-point. His Superman’s the weaker end, stilted even given it’s supposed to be him putting on a performance in-universe, but there’s such an unironic earnestness there that it typically slid back into charming.

3. George Reeves

I thought for awhile about 2 and 3, ultimately concluding that what was asked of George Reeves was a fair deal simpler. He didn’t much differentiate between Superman and Clark, and his booming radio announcer voice made clear we weren’t supposed to be measuring his performance in terms of whether or not he seemed like a real person. What he was called on to show though, and what he had out the wazoo, was raw charisma. When Jimmy asks him why he burst through a wall rather than using a door and Superman replies with a grin “Well, this seemed a little more spectacular,” you’re 100% willing to buy into that explanation, because yeah, it was spectacular, because Superman’s fantastic. And he could more than hold his own with the best of them when asked to work with more serious material, whether wandering through an amnesic fog in Panic In The Sky with only his instinctive decency to guide him, or here, in the final scene of The Dog Who Knew Superman, where Clark has to deal with a dog not only adoring him, but recognizing him in both identities:

2. Christopher Reeve

I gave Tom Welling his well-earned due earlier, but if you really want to talk about a guy with a solid claim to being Superman, Christopher Reeve didn’t just embed himself on the psyche of a generation, but is still held up today as the unequivocal standard by which the role is set. In all likelihood he’ll always be ‘the’ Superman, in the same way as Sean Connery will always be James Bond, and Bela Lugosi will always be Dracula. He shone like the sun in the costume, he was believably such a wimpy klutz out of it that no one would guess they were the same even when it was staring them in the face, and if anyone has any lingering suspicions that he just had the easy task of playing two extremely arch roles to the hilt, they might be forgetting this bit:

Was it perfect? I don’t know about that - if nothing else there were one or two awkward line readings, and the identity division is so sharp that it’s hard to tell when you’re getting a glimpse of the real guy underneath all the identities. But while I definitely question how much of a positive impact on Superman those movies themselves really had in the long run, Reeve’s performance on its own was an undeniable revelation, everything he did reverberating with such a sincere and powerful sense of decency and love for his fellow man that it not only brought Superman to the life, but frankly changed him forever for the better.

1. Tyler Hoechlin

I expected nothing out of this guy. Not that I by any means thought he’d be bad, but when I heard some dude from Teen Wolf was gonna appear on an episode or two of Supergirl, my reaction was about as intense as…well, what you’d expect upon hearing that some dude from Teen Wolf was showing up on Supergirl, even given who he was playing (granted I’ve never seen Teen Wolf and don’t actually especially know what Teen Wolf is, beyond that it’s based on that werewolf-playing-basketball 80s movie written by…wait, Jeph Loeb?!). Looked fine - and it became clear he actually really did look the part once behind-the-scenes pictures started to come out, rather than that godawful original promo picture - and I figured he’d belt out his best Reeve/Animated Series/Cartoon-on-the-side-of-a-cereal-box brand Generic Superman Performance to cheer Kara on before vanishing into the sunset forever outside of the opening credits. I was plenty interested in the potential long-term ramifications of Superman being allowed on TV again in any capacity for the first time since the 90s, given the influence that suggested Geoff Johns had as the new DC President and what that could mean in terms of other characters showing up down the line, but I wasn’t inclined to think of this as anything other than a stepping stone, only notable in its own right because it meant someone would be wearing the s-shield.

Then we actually saw him.

Where the hell has this guy been all these years? Was he grown in a goddamn laboratory for the part? How did the best Superman ever end up in a minor recurring guest spot on the CW Supergirl show?

It would be so, so easy to leap to the idea that he simply works as a jack-of-all-trades: he’s almost as charming as Reeve, just about as confident as Reeves, nearly as vulnerable as Cain. But that would be selling what he’s doing short - especially given that he probably hasn’t had the opportunity to stretch as far as he could in any of those directions, as his role so far has very much been as Supergirl’s backup dancer. What it comes down to is his general demeanor and how he incorporates those aspects into a whole that feels more fully-realized than any portrayal before him. His Superman and Kent are not only distinctive to the point that within the heightened reality the show occupies you can buy that people think of them as different people, but you can see threads from both of them connecting back to the real Clark you see around Kara. He’s open and warm and authentic in a way none of his predecessors quite were, and he’s able to turn on a dime into steely determination or outright fury while remaining recognizable. He’s above everyone’s heads and vaguely alien at times without ever seeming detached or less than entirely loving of the people around him, able to admit his fears and failings while staying strong and capable of changing for the better, utterly and palpably good without ever sliding into naivete or cartoonishness. In short he has range and nuance, and thanks to that along with the air of laid-back friendliness he brings with him, he more than anyone else to put on the suit feels like a real person. And somehow, that real person feels as much as anyone ever has like Superman. And that’s a hell of an achievement. So someone give him his own goddamn show already.

Nobody deserves to be forgotten- Tree bros/ Connor X evan

Tagging: @sticki-notes


Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.

He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.

It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him.  It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn.  He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.

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Imagine... Dean finding a Victoria’s Secret Bag

Originally posted by twoidjitsinthesalvageyard

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: quick little Dean drabble for you guys! For those of you who have seen NCIS, this was sort of inspired by the way Tony DiNozzo sneaks around when he’s prying into Tim and Ziva’s stuff. Hope you like it!

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This year, when we decorated our Christmas tree, we decided to put up some little plastic apples. The moment we took them out of the box, Nick decided cat toys were boring and this was what he was born to hunt.

While we were decorating, that apple kept disappearing and rolling out from behind the sofa a few minutes later. When we finally put it on the tree, Nick searched the whole room for it, looking in the spots where it had previously “hidden”, sniffing all over the place for its scent… all to no avail. Apparently it was just too well hidden in the tree.

And this evening, as I’m just about to go to bed, I hear him yowling all through the house. Worried something is up because something about the yowls sounds different, I go to check…

… and as soon as I step out of my room, I realize that was a “look human I brought you prey” yowl.

Nick found the apple again.

-Blue wears a strange combination of floral dresses and combat boots everywhere. it drives gansey insane but in the best way ever.

-ronan is dreaming thousands of fireflies up and adam fills mason jars with them. they never die, but make the most amazing night lights. the pathway from the house to the barns in lined by these jars.

-blue steals 4 jars and goes to noah’s grave and leaves them there.

-henry ends up convincing the gangsey to finally join social media. somehow they’re all some connected by snapchat and instagram and Facebook messenger. it’s great.

-blue’s instagram contains pictures of dead flowers, blueberry yogurt, feminist novels and many pictures of trees (as well as sneaky shots of gansey labeled ‘dick’)

-ronan uses messenger to send obnoxious pictures to gansey of squash.

-henry however decided to provoke the angry irish farmer by endlessly sending pictures of him holding stuffed animals of cows and pigs through snapchat, each labeled ‘who’s the real farmer now?’

                -ronan blocks him.

-adam is finally sleeping eight hours a night and is down to one job due to blessed scholarships that paid for both his residence and tuition and he has not felt this safe and happy in years.

-lots of hiking

            -gansey drags them out to the woods at ungodly hours and talks about their next great adventure and quest and holy shit this boy will not stop.

-henry plays pokemon go and ronan nearly throws his phone out the window when he insists that they stop for the super rare pokebaby even if there are cars right behind them and they’re on  a highway like wtf henry your priorities are sad.

               -“one more time cheng”

               -“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, LYNCH!”

               -he also names the beedrill after gansey because he’s a bit of an ass.

-adam is getting boxes from nino’s for moving. blue turns his bedroom into a massive cardboard box fort, complete with cupcakes and lemonade and blankets.

-ronan likes to take naps there and dreams up flower crowns.

-gansey grows more mint plants. they’re a symbol of life to him and he never wants a single one to wilt.

-he also keeps losing his boat shoes.

              -ronan looks suspicious but in the end it’s been blue all along.

              -ronan steals his polo shirts. gansey is not impressed.

-driving to amusement parks! blue and henry take an unimpressed selfie each time gansey insists on pulling over to look at some historical monument at some point.

-adam is hella not convinced about the rollercoasters

-neither is gansey lets be honest because our sweet two times dead child does not want to go a third time. he dutifully follows blue on each ride though only because she is a wild child that lifts her arms up in the air and likes the rush and damnit if gansey isn’t holding tight to her hand each time.

-henry thrives on the drop tower.

           -and cotton candy

           -and funnel cake

-ronan takes roughly a million photos of henry’s hair since all the rides completely wrecked his carefully styled ‘masterpiece’.

-also: adam and ronan kiss and it tastes like lemonade and suddenly ronan starts craving lemonade all of the times.

-gansey has been trying to find apartments. he has a year off between school and blue wants to live for the first time uncursed.

-eventually they find a loft halfway between ronan’s farm and adam’s school.

-it’s above a used bookstore and cafe and blue falls in love with it.

-she makes curtains for the windows that are different colours and nothing in the loft matches in terms of decorations. wind chimes made from coca cola bottles and prints of frida kahlo and fairy lights hung everywhere.

-adam and ronan give them firefly lanterns.

-henry makes them paint the spare bedroom yellow and black because they all better know he is going to be crashing there.

-summer is ending and they are all painfully aware of it

-gansey has been sleeping like a normal human

-adam has been as well

-ronan still can’t be called a normal human

-blue takes a photo for her instagram account on the very last night of summer of the group in the field surrounded by the stars and fireflies and it;s beautiful, and in the photo you can almost make out the sight of smudgy boy standing next to ronan

-they all drive adam to his new dorm the next day and completely terrify his roommate

         -three boys in the hallway attempted to catcall blue and had a face full of a pissed ronan and gansey, and even worse, an annoyed blue.

        -henry brought far to many cactuses to decorate adam’s desk with just so he would have something to remember ronan by

               -”because, you know, your boyfriend is a giant prick”

          -ronan also brought a snow globe with glitter.

-blue also strings up more fairy lights because try and stop the five foot girl wearing the shirt with the words ‘not your babe’ across the front.

             -ronan assists in stringing them above the desk and bed because she wasn’t quite tall enough

-gansey tears up a little bit at the sight of his boy going off to his school.

-henry takes photos and eventually talks in one of the traumatized boys that blue tore skin off verbally into taking a group photo of them.

             -it’s a bit crowded, since they’re doing it in adam’s shared bedroom.

            -henry has blue on his shoulders and one her hands is messing up gansey’s hair while ronan is wearing a flower crown that adam brought with him, one arm around his waist and has the smuggest smirk on his face while adam looks so blissfully happy.

-a week later blue and gansey quietly move into their loft

            -three days after a doormat shows up saying “fuck off”

-it’s perfect

anonymous asked:

i'm giggling to myself bc i keep imagining that sasuke's and naruto's friendship starts bc sasuke learns that naruto has massive chakra reserves and he's just like "well /hello destruction/" and they probably become everyone's worst nightmare.

The first time Sasuke really notices Naruto is during their Academy class’s unit on sealing.

To be fair, it would be kind of hard to miss him after the way he shoves so much chakra into the exploding tag he’s supposed to be making that he blows up the back half of the classroom and launches himself about twenty feet into the air. A couple of the other kids are a bit singed, and they end up having to share a room with another class until the terminally overworked Mokuton user can fix the wall and ceiling, but Naruto wanders back in the next day looking sheepish and entirely unharmed.

Since Sasuke saw him take the brunt of the explosion, this is worthy of note. So is the fact that he managed to shove enough chakra into the tag to burn out the safety seal that was supposed to keep things like that from happening.

Under the cover of Iruka-sensei’s yelling, Sasuke looks down at the diagram on his paper, a jutsu that his father dismissed as unreasonable and unusable given normal human limits, and thinks, Huh.


“All your old designs?” Shisui says with some confusion when Sasuke tracks him down after class. He rocks back on his heels, eyeing Sasuke a little warily, and swipes ineffectually at an ink-stain on his cheek. “Yeah, I still have them—I wouldn’t throw them out after you gave them to me for safekeeping, brat.”

“I need them,” Sasuke says with determination. “All of them.”

Shisui blinks, then tilts his head, studying him for a moment. “You know the amount of chakra they need would kill most jounin,” he says, though it’s too curious to be an accusation. “I think even Sarutobi-sama might have trouble with some of them. You’ve got a habit of thinking big, kid.”

“Are you going to give them to me or not?” Sasuke demands crankily, because he’s got curfew in three hours and he still has to pick through his plans to find the easiest one and find Naruto.

“Of course.” Shisui sounds offended that he’d think otherwise. “They’re your designs, Sasuke. Check the hall closet, top shelf—Tenzō!”

Shisui’s boyfriend takes one look at the manic light in his eyes, the scrolls scattered over the breakfast table, and the ink smeared across his face, then blanches and turns right back around.

“No no no!” Shisui lunges after him, grabbing up his scrolls and vaulting clear over the table. “Tenzō, no, come back, I swear this one isn’t like last time, this is a brilliant idea, you will be blown away!”

“Urgent mission, ANBU called, I have to go!” Tenzō calls over his shoulder as he bolts.

Tenzō! That wasn’t even a convincing lie! Come on, you’re the only one in the village with Mokuton, you have to try this or my brilliance is wasted, it’s a gorgeous jutsu! Tenzō!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes as the yelling fades behind him and heads for the closet. The box with the jutsus his father rejected is right where Shisui said it would be, and Sasuke clutches it and thinks a little gleefully about the potential of even one of these jutsus, provided he can get Naruto to agree. The destructive power. The awesome might. The possible explosions.

(Somewhere deep in R&D’s basement Mikoto pauses in the middle of creating a devastating combination jutsu, and turns to smile fondly at the picture of her youngest son on the wall. She’s so glad he got more of her proclivities than Fugaku’s, even if her husband does tend to complain about the property damage more frequently since she introduced him to the wonders of explosive chakra techniques.)


Naruto is just heating up water for his nightly cup of ramen, halfway through trying to factor a new jumpsuit into his monthly budget while still having money for Ichiraku’s, when there’s a knock on his door. A little wary—because Hokage-jiji usually warns him when he’s going to drop by, and there’s no one else who visits Naruto—he pulls it open, and finds himself face-to-face with the weird nerd who spends pretty much all of their time in class drawing on big scrolls. Iruka-sensei yells at him to pay attention almost as much as he does Naruto, which automatically makes Naruto like him.

But he and Naruto have never even spoken before, so Naruto has no earthly idea what he’s doing here.

“Hello?” he asks.

The boy thrusts the shoebox he’s carrying at Naruto and says, “Your chakra reserves are amazing will you try my jutsus?”

This is, Naruto learns much, much later, the Uchiha equivalent of a marriage proposal.

Even if he’d known, he probably still would have lit up with glee and cried, “Yes!”


“Not a word,” Mikoto tells her husband as she ladles miso soup into five bowls instead of the usual four.

Fugaku rolls his eyes at her, ignoring her warning to offer, “I don’t think Kushina would have liked anything more than for you to take in her son.”

“And now we have an excuse,” Mikoto says triumphantly, waving the ladle like it’s a weapon to stab Danzō and the other Elders with. “We couldn’t approach him but they didn’t say anything about Sasuke now did they? Hah!”

“I think,” Fugaku says dryly, casting a glance at where Sasuke is looking halfway to manic as he explains one of his jutsus to a beaming Naruto, “that the Elders are very shortly going to have much bigger things to worry about.”

married part 8- h.s imagine

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You held your cheek in shock as you stared at Kimberly in front of you. You watched as her chest was breathing hard. You noticed how her eyes that were once filled with anger and frustration faded into sadness.

The security guard that worked on your office floor quickly ran up to the commotion. Your coworker, Olivia, was quick to yell at him for “Not coming fast enough” and motioned for him to take Kimberly away.

As the guard placed his hand on Kimberly, asking her to come with him, Kimberly looked at you and whispered, “I’m sorry” before she followed him to the elevators. As you watched Kimberly leave, Olivia and the rest of your coworkers were quick to check up on you. Olivia inspected your cheek while she exclaimed, “Crazy bitch! What the fuck was that? Are you okay?”


As soon as the elevator doors opened, you ran out, hoping Kimberly was still in the building. You instantly saw her walking out the doors. “Kimberly!” You shouted before you ran after her. Kimberly turned around at the calling of her name. When you finally caught up to her, she sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself. For the first time since you’ve known Kimberly, this was the fist time she ever looked vulnerable. She always walked around with such confidence and a “No shits given” attitude but as you were staring at her, all of that was gone.

Kimberly instantly saw your red cheek from where she slapped you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to slap you like that. Especially in front of your coworkers.” Kimberly softly said as she stared at ground. You quickly shook your head. “It’s okay” You assured her before you placed your hand on her arm. “Is everything alright?”

Kimberly looked at your hand before she looked up at you. Suddenly she let out a small cry before she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug as she cried into your shoulder. Your eyes went wide before you slowly returned the hug. You noticed the people walking by the two of you were staring and probably wondering why a girl was sobbing in another girl’s arms in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Shh. Shh. Come on. Let’s talk.” You said.


You gave Kimberly a couple of tissues before you sat down on the couch next to her. You lead Kimberly back into your office building. As the two of you were sitting down in the lobby, her sobbing stopped but her tears continued to spill. Kimberly was grabbing the ends of her hair while you mentally debated what you should say.

Kimberly was the first to break the silence. “Harry told me that you guys rekindled last night in our meeting today.”

Your cheeks went red as your mouth opened in shock. You couldn’t believe Harry would tell her something happened when you didn’t even know for yourself what was going on between the two of you. Kimberly glanced at you before looking away. “He told me how you guys reconnected at Niall’s wedding last night.”

Harry walked into the conference room with a smile on his face as he read your latest text to him. Not only was he happy he had his best friend back, he could finally tell you all the things he wanted to tell you but couldn’t because of his feelings for you. Kimberly was sitting one one side of the table her lawyer while his lawyer was sitting on the other side. Harry looked over at Kimberly with a lopsided grin as he took his seat. “Kimberly, how are you, love?”

Kimberly was staring at Harry with her eyebrows raised. Out of all the meetings they’ve had so far with their lawyers, Harry was never this happy. This was always a serious matter and here he was acting like he was walking on cloud nine. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Harry sent one last text to you before he put his phone away. “Nothing. Let’s start.”

After the meeting, both lawyers stepped aside to go over last minute decisions and details. Kimberly was picking up her purse, getting ready to leave when Harry gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Kimberly turned around to her almost ex-husband. Harry scratched the back of his neck while he thought carefully how to word what he was about to say.

“Kimberly, love, I know these meetings have been hard. It’s been tough for the both of us.” Harry said as he looked at someone he once thought he was going to spend forever with.

Kimberly nodded as she clutched on to her purse tighter against her body. Harry continued, “I just wanted to tell you that I recently got back in touch with Y/N. We were at Niall’s wedding together last night.” Harry smiled as he thought about the night you guys spent together last night. “And I just want you to know that she’s not the reason we’re getting a divorce. I just feel like we both rushed into things by getting married. We weren’t ready-”

When Kimberly heard your name, she couldn’t hear anything else. She didn’t listen to Harry’s excuse on why he asked for a divorce. She didn’t care. All she could see was red. She knew telling Y/N to stay away from Harry was a good idea. Now look what happened when Y/N didn’t listen. Harry was asking for a divorce because of Y/N. This was all Y/N’s fault.

Kimberly stared at her ring finger that once had the most beautiful ring could ever ask for. She sighed as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “Harry and I…we were so happy. I only agreed to the divorce because I was hoping that Harry would somehow come to his senses and realize he was making a mistake. I was hoping that he would realize he loved me.”

You looked into Kimberly’s tearing eyes, beginning to feel nothing but guilt. Kimberly continued, “But when he told me about you coming back? I thought this was it. Harry’s going to get a divorce and be with you.” Kimberly placed her face into her hands and let out a sob. “I just feel like such a failure.”

Hesitatingly you scooted closer to Kimberly and placed your arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Kimberly returned the hug as she continued into your shoulder.

You rubbed her back soothingly as you closed your eyes and sighed. You remembered clearly to the day that Kimberly told you to stay away from Harry. You remembered feeling so angry at her for even thinking about saying such of a thing to you. Now, as you were looking at the girl afraid she was losing her husband, you realized it wasn’t a threat; it was Kimberly’s way of crying for help.

You pulled away from the hug and held her at arm’s length. “I’m going to fix this, okay?” You pulled her in again and sighed as you hugged her. “I’m going to fix everything…”


Harry wrapped his arms from behind you as you were taking the takeout boxes out of the bag. He sighed contently as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder.

Having Harry holding you like this should’ve made you smile. You should’ve felt butterflies in your stomach but for now all you felt was guilt and a bitter taste in your mouth. You gently shrugged Harry off as you grabbed two plates from the cabinet.

Harry proceeded to bring the boxes of food to the dining room table. “How was your day, love?” You sighed as you took your seat across from him. You stared at Harry as he began to put food on his plate. You bit your lip before you asked, “What are we doing, Harry?”

Harry paused as he was taking some rice out of the box before he continued. “We’re having dinner.” Harry said as he gave you a playful look.

You shook your head as you leaned in closer. “No. What are we doing, Harry? You’re married.” Harry stuck his finger at you as he corrected you, “Getting a divorce.”

“Yes. But still married.” You shot back. Harry sighed as he put his plate down. You glanced between his eyes and his plate. “Kimberly stopped by my office today.”

Harry’s eyes went wide before you continued, “She was in tears, Harry.” Harry sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. You whispered, “She told me she thought you guys might still have a chance.”

Harry reached over and placed his hand on top of yours. “Love, I’m sorry that you’re in the middle of this. I’m sorry that she came and talked to you. I’ll bring that up the next meeting we have but please believe me when I say I want to pursue a relationship with you.”

You took your hand out of Harry’s hold as you got up from the table. “Is that fair when you haven’t even pursued your marriage with Kimberly?”

Harry stood up as well and began walking towards you. “Marrying Kimberly was mistake. It was stupid on my part when I knew I had feelings for you. I should’ve been all in it if I was marrying someone.”

You looked down at the floor as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Before you knew about my feelings for you, you were all in it. You believed that you were going to be with Kimberly for the rest of your life.”

Harry opened his mouth but you were quick to say, “Because of me, I ruined someone’s marriage. I hurt Kimberly. I ruined everything for her. I’m a home wrecker.”

Harry shook his head quickly as he placed his hands on your arms. “Love, you didn’t ruin anything. Our marriage was going to end eventually.”

You shook your head. “You don’t know that.”

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. “I do know it! Because throughout my whole marriage, all I could think about was you! All I could see when I was looking at Kimberly was you! Kimberly was a distraction from you!”

As you listened to Harry’s words you couldn’t help but tear up. You have loved Harry for so long and hearing him say the words you’ve always wanted to hear; you couldn’t enjoy it. Instead your mind drifted to the girl that was crying in your arms today. You couldn’t help but think what if it was you on the other side? What if you were in Kimberly’s shoes? What if you were marrying Harry and you truly, truly thought you guys were going to be together for the rest of your life? What if deep down, Harry wasn’t happy and wanted to be with someone else?

How could you do that to someone?

Harry was staring into your tear filled eyes, trying to get an idea of what was going on in that beautiful min of yours. You looked at Harry and shook your head. “I can’t do this.”

Harry’s mouth fell open. He could hear his heart physically breaking at the thought of losing you again. “Whatever is going on between us, I can’t do it. I can’t do that to someone.”

Harry’s eyes began to fill with his own tears. “So we’re back to where we started? We’re going to go back to not talking for a whole fucking year?”

You placed your hands on Harry’s cheeks in hopes of calming him down. “I can’t go back to that. Not having you in my life was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Harry placed his hand on top of yours as he let out a sniff. You wrapped your arms around Harry, pulling in for a hug. He let out a shaky sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “So what does this mean for us?”

You let out a chuckle as a very tanned Emma and Niall took a seat across from you. “You guys look great!” You laughed.

Emma smiled. “Hawaii was awesome! Everyone is so nice there and the food-”

“So how are things going between you and Harry?” Niall said with a smile on his face. When Niall and Emma got back from their honeymoon, they immediately wanted to catch up. You sighed as you thought about what happened a couple nights ago. After telling Harry you couldn’t be with him romantically, the two of you vowed to be what you guys knew best; best friends.

It was definitely hard. There were times when you looked at Harry and just wanted to feel of his lips on yours again. There were times where the two of you were cuddling while watching a movie and you just wanted to tell him how much you loved him but you couldn’t.

You proceeded to tell Niall and Emma everything that happened. You told them how Kimberly came into your office and slapped you, you told them how she cried in your arms in the lobby, and most importantly you told them your decision to remain friends with Harry.

When you finished talking you noticed how both Niall and Emma were quiet. Niall had his arms crossed as he stared away from you while Emma had her mouth closed. Emma shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, “I suppose. If this is what you want, Y/N.”

You were about to respond before Niall interrupted abruptly. “No. No Y/N. You’ve wanted Harry for years. And once you finally have the chance to be with him, you throw it away to spare someone you don’t even like? Kimberly has always been awful to you! She’s threatened you, she’s horrible to you and you respond by letting her walk all over you? No. This isn’t fair. Why does her feelings trump yours?”

You were staring at your lap as Emma softly placed her hand on top of Niall’s. “Honey, calm down.” Emma said softly.

Niall shook his head. “Y/N. You’re one of my best friends. I’ve seen you hurt for so long and I’ve seen you put others before yourself. You’re a good person, Y/N. I can’t just stand back and watch you throw your happiness away. I know, Emma knows, everyone with eyes knows that you and Harry belong together. What’s stopping you?”

You let out a sigh as you finally looked up at Niall. “I’m scared of being with Harry.”


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felren13  asked:

okay, i was reading your cursed child snippets, and dreamt in that world last night. so the trio were at green grass manor and draco had to leave for some reason but didn't want the kids to think they were unsupervised, so he left an illusion subroutine that would go off when it was either too quiet or too loud, an image of him would walk casually into the room where suspicious activity was taking place, look around disapprovingly, sigh deeply and leave. thank you for these snippets!!!

That feels entirely plausible tbh. Like I could just see my cc au Malfoy sitting at his desk going “okay how do I keep them alive while they’re here. okay, so most of the shit we got into was because of sheer adult negligence. So I’ll just never leave. This is fine.”

But then there will be times he absolutely has to leave. Like the time Potter himself calls him up because they found a dark artefact in a London basement and Malfoy’s the only one with the extensive academic knowledge on the subject able to identify it (well that and his father, but Luscious Malfoy would rather die than help the Ministry so no one asks him) and Astoria *tells* him just to go, it’ll be *fine*. She’s sitting upright today, in a comfortable chair close to the fire, wand out as she works on something beautiful with silk thread. And it’s not that he doesn’t *trust* her–or his son’s reverence for his mother. It’s just that…well…it’d make him *feel* better if she’d let him seal the house and shut off the floo…except she won’t and he won’t distress her by asking, so he does the next best thing he can think of. Because if he can’t be here, then he can at least cast a sentinel that Looks like him to be seen around the place.

That this is technically blood magic and technically possibly not entirely legal is neither here nor there.

Until the day something does happen and it ends in a duel with Potter standing back to back with him, the smoking debris of the drawing room drifting down around him. When Potter spies the sentinel–guarding the children like it’s supposed to–Potter just turns to him, and with profound and heartfelt understanding says, “Honestly, same.”

And if you’ll permit me to say, the Dial Tone Au and Cursed Child Au are totally the same universe. And given Dudley’s presence in Harry’s life, and Malfoy’s enforced presence through his son, that absolutely 100% means Dudley and Malfoy meet more than once. Like at Christmas when the Malfoys find themselves invited to the Burrow for Boxing Day and Malfoy wants to decline, he really wants to decline like he has done for the last few years. But Potter insists (actually his wife does) and even Astoria seems to want to go (…it’s lonely here, he knows, both their families having abandoned them for being muggle supporters…) and Scorpius all but *begs* so Malfoy finds himself standing stiffly behind Astoria’s chair (and he can’t help but be thankful to the Weasley woman for the subtle ways she manages Astoria, the way her needs are met without alienating pity) by the fire in this cramped ramshackle house his son is so in love with, drink in hand as he listens to the two women compare the latest fashion in Witch Weekly as chaos reigns around them and…

“He’s a bit of a stuck up git, isn’t he?” Dudley murmurs, low enough not to be heard by anyone but Harry as the two cousins sit at the table peeling potatoes. Harry could have done this in seconds with his wand but Dudley always feels alienated when there’s nothing he can do to help with dinner, so they sit and peel and talk about nothing in particular.

Harry looks up, absently pushing his glasses back up his nose to regard Malfoy. He looks stiff and out of place, dressed all in black as usual, eyes focused on nothing as he stands over Astoria–almost like a sentinel on guard…until she reaches up with a pale thin hand and squeezes his, and he looks down clasping hers in his, listening to what she has to say with such utter devotion before turning his attention to Molly Weasley with a smile so full of warmth Harry barely recognizes him…

“Oh I dunno,” Harry says, throwing a sliced potato into the pot. “I think he’s trying.”

Worthy To Me

(Reader x Thor Odinson)

Word Count: 1397

Summary: The reader finds out she can lift Thor’s hammer. 

Warnings: none

A/N: Happy Ragnarok day pals! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know if you’ve seen the new Thor movie and if you like it! 


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Brother’s Friend | Mike Wheeler X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: Could I request a Mike Wheeler X Reader fic where the reader is Will’s older sister, the middle Byer’s kid, and Mike has a huge crush on her? Maybe she knows about it and one day asks him out, shocking everyone?

Characters: Mike/fem!Byers!reader, Will, Dustin and Lucas. Joyce and Jonathan are mentioned.

Word Count: 1541 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2)

The girl was lying on her bed as she flipped through an old magazine she had read a few times. It was garbage, but exactly the kind of garbage she liked. She read the little notes she had written next to some of the texts, wanting to tell her if it was worth reading it again or not. Most of the time, she ignored what she had written, reading the magazine even if it was bad. She liked that, what could she do?

(Y/N) heard some cheering from the living room, making her jump from the sudden noise, but she quickly calmed down. She smiled slightly at herself before continuing to read. It was only her younger brother, Will, and his friends probably playing some game during their sleepover -they hated when she called it that- that they were having that night at the Byers’ house.

She thought she should be annoyed by the noises they made, but that actually made her relieved. She had been left responsible for the four boys, even though she was only a year older than they were, since her mother and Jonathan wouldn’t be home until later. (Y/N) was supposed to check on them every half hour, but she trusted them enough to know they wouldn’t burn the house down, so she’d just go check on them every now and then. While they were making noise it meant they were still alive.

The cheering soon calmed down, but she could still hear conversations coming from the other room. (Y/N) nodded to herself before returning to her magazine; she made a mental note that she should write again later: “This is trash. Read it again.”

The girl turned the page when she heard footsteps coming down the hall and it wasn’t long before someone knocked on her door. “Come in.” she said loudly. The door swung open, revealing Mike Wheeler behind it with a box of pizza in his hands. “Hello again, what’s up?”

The boy took a few hesitant steps into her room. Even though he had already gone in there at least five times to talk to her that night, Mike still didn’t seem comfortable getting into her space.

“We saved a slice of pizza for you.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow, feeling surprised to hear that. That was unusual. “Seriously? Did you all agree to this?”

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. “It was supposed to be mine, but I’m not that hungry, and I haven’t seen you eating since we got here, so I thought maybe you’d like it.”

The girl smiled, reaching out to take the box from his hands. “Thanks Mike.” she said, taking the slice and taking a bite, letting out a grunt of satisfaction. “You’re the best.”

The boy laughed at her actions. He seemed about to say something, but just smiled, saying a quick “you’re welcome” and left her room, closing her door.

Mike Wheeler was a sweet boy. He had always been a nice kid. But in the last few months he was being a bit too nice to her and it wasn’t hard to notice.

She remembered everything starting when she noticed that she would often see Mike staring at her in random moments, and he’d turn his face quickly when he noticed that he had been caught, his face blushing slightly. (Y/N) had tried to ignore that at first, but she couldn’t help but notice how he always made excuses to go talk to her - as he had done several times that night.

The girl didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so she went to her little brother for some answers. Will, even if he was a bit hesitant, confirmed that Mike did indeed like her.

(Y/N) didn’t know exactly how she should react or whether she should talk about it with Mike, so she just kept quiet. But in the last few weeks it had been difficult to ignore that, since the Snow Ball was near.

Most of times she was with the boys, Mike found a way to talk about this dance, always complaining that he didn’t have a date for it yet. She didn’t miss the way he looked at her when he said that. Will confirmed to her that, yes, Mike was planning on asking her to go with him, but he was struggling with it. She noticed how every time he came to talk to her he seemed about to ask her, but he always hesitated and left. Poor boy.

Mike Wheeler was a sweet kid and she had to confess she had a soft spot for the boy. He was cute and nice and she couldn’t help but have some feelings for him, even if she didn’t know what they were.

(Y/N) smiled slightly at herself as she thought about that, enjoying her lasts bites of that pizza. She heard the boys cheering again, startling her. Maybe it was time for her to check if they weren’t making a lot of mess. Please that they haven’t knocked down food on the floor.

The girl got up lazily, taking the pizza box with her. She entered the room, seeing that nothing seemed out of place. Good. The four boys noticed and turned to her, a questioning look in their eyes.

“I just came to wash the dishes, don’t mind me,” she said, heading for the kitchen.

(Y/N) set the box on the table, going to the sink, mentally preparing for the probably cold water that would reach her hands as she began to wash. She took a deep breath, starting.

“Hey.” she heard Mike’s voice talking to her as soon as she started to wash things. (Y/N) turned to him, watching the Wheeler boy standing by the table. “Want some help?”

The girl looked at the group of boys, who were staring at her until that moment, but quickly looked away, returning to play whatever it was they were playing. (Y/N) looked back at Mike, smiling at him. “No, that’s okay. You can go back to your game. ”

He nodded, looking nervous and suddenly anxious. Mike opened his mouth, seeming to say something. Oh, he was going to do it. The girl looked at him expectantly, but he closed his mouth again, giving her a small smile that seemed a little sad. “Okay.” and he went back to the boys.

Well, he almost did it again. She continued to do the dishes, but the small group’s conversation, although they seemed to make an effort to speak quietly, caught her attention.

“Just go and ask her.” she heard Lucas whisper.

“What’s the point?” Mike asked quietly. “She wouldn’t go with me anyway.”

The girl’s heart sank lightly from how hurt he sounded, but she just kept doing what she was doing. She took some glances at Mike, however, seeing that he looked upset that he hadn’t asked her, that he didn’t have enough confidence to do so. She didn’t like to see him like that, so, as she finished washing the dishes, she knew exactly what she had and wanted to do.

The boys kept playing that game they loved so much as she approached them. “Hey guys.” Mike looked up at her, a smile coming back to his face as she stood between him and Will. “So… Are you all excited for the dance?” they all muttered different stuff, but she had her eyes looking at the Wheeler boy. “I heard you didn’t have a date, Mike.” he seemed to get a little tense with those words. “Is that true?”

He played with his fingers nervously, looking at his friends, who looked as confused as he. “Yeah, I didn’t find anyone to go with me yet.”

The Byers girl smiled warmly at him. “I can go with you if you want.”

Lucas and Dustin widened their eyes. Mike seemed a bit flustered, glaring at Will, as if accusing him of having asked (Y/N) to go with Mike to the dance for pity or something like that, but the younger Byers just shrugged, looking slightly confused. The Wheeler boy looked at her. “Y-you don’t need to do that.”

“But I want to.” she put her hand on his shoulder. “It could be like a date or something.” Now Mike’s eyes had widened as well, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Only if you want, of course.”

He quickly nodded. “Yeah! Su-sure, a date. ”

She smiled slightly. “Cool.”

“Are you serious?” she heard Will ask, surprised. She turned to see the other three boys, including her brother, looking at her as if she were from another planet. She just laughed.

“I’ll be in my room if any of you needs me.” she said messing with Mike’s hair before starting to walk away. “We can talk more about the dance later, ‘kay Mike?’

(Y/N) saw him nod - still looking shocked - at her before she turned in the hall. All the way to her room, she heard no sound coming from the living room, but in the moment she closed the door she heard the boys cheering and, when she heard Dustin loudly saying "You go, Mike!”, she knew that this time that didn’t have anything to do with their game.


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Mr. Yagi

Cowritten by @aoimikans


Ai worked front desk on the top floor of Might Tower with Hikari for nearly seven years. There were three staples of her usual day: a rabid group of ever-changing media personnel, All Might’s rooftop entrances and disappearances behind the Might Gate , and Mr. Toshinori Yagi.

Mr. Yagi was hired after All Might’s vacation following his fight with Toxic Chainsaw. It was rumored Yagi was replacing Sir Nighteye. His uncanny knowledge of every coworker - their birthdays, their favorite foods, the names of their pets - seemed to point to a similar quirk.  

The notion was quickly dashed due to Mr. Yagi’s poor health and his own round-about admission that he was Quirkless.

Regardless, the man was a fast friend to everyone in Might Tower.

“Good evening, Ai, Hikari,” Yagi greeted, exiting from his usual staff door. He carried a wide box, and he set it on the front desk with a grin, “Happy International Doughnut Day!”  

“Again Mr. Yagi?” Hikari said, giggling, “That’s the third obscure holiday this month!”

“Well, there’s plenty to celebrate,” Yagi chuckled, opening the box and offering the sweets inside, “Besides, you all work so hard. Might as well have fun every now and then.”

Yagi wheezed a laugh at his own joke and coughed, quickly reaching into his breast pocket for his handkerchief.  

Ai smiled fondly and nudged a box of tissues his way, “Thank you Mr. Yagi - oh! Is that a s’mores doughnut? Don’t mind if I do.”

Yagi grinned behind his handkerchief and took a few tissues, wiping his mouth and chin.

“Good choice,” he rasped.

Breaking News in Musutafu!

Yagi jolted, twisting to look at the large television screen on the lobby wall.

“Off to alert All Might?” Hikari grinned knowingly, munching on her own butterscotch doughnut.

“You know him,” He laughed, shaking his head and edging toward the Staff door, “No room for personal time.”

A giant villain is making an unwelcome splash at Ushimitsudoki Aquarium and Water Park.”

“No rest for the weary,” Ai said.

“Don’t I know it!” Yagi rushed to the door, pulling on his tie, “Keep the doughnuts!”

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Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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despite the fact that everybody thought isak would be too lazy to get all the stuff for their new place unpacked over easter, he actually gets it done in a couple of days. he’s just so happy, he can’t explain it; he hasn’t stopped smiling since they moved in. everything just seems that much brighter, funnier, and altogether just…better.

he’s unpacking one of the last boxes - just a few odds and ends for their bedroom - when he comes across the drawings. the ones even gave him last year, when this all started. he smiles fondly to himself, thumb brushing delicately over the ink, ghosting the path even’s hands made when he drew them. and he feels this sudden sense of gratitude wash over him; that they’re here, now, the two of them. they have come so, so far. 

and just then, even’s behind him, wrapping his arms around isak’s waist and hugging him, pressing soft kisses to the back of isak’s neck. and isak sighs against him, smiling, and turns to face him. 

“kitchen’s finished,” even tells him.

“so’s the bedroom,” isak says. “just need to find somewhere for these.”

even studies the drawings, frowning, then laughs fondly, raking a hand through isak’s hair. “fucking hell, i forgot about these. you kept them?”

“of course,” isak says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like it would have been ludicrous for him not to have kept them. even just smiles and kisses him, all smiley, a hand in isak’s hair and the other on isak’s waist, pulling him a little closer, soft and gentle, fluttering eyelashes and rosy cheeks.

they consider putting the drawings in a drawer somewhere - somewhere where they’ll be kept private; hidden. in the end, though, they remember that this is their flat, so they hang the drawings in their bedroom above their bed. little reminders of how far they’ve come.

finally, they’re done unpacking, and even stands in their living room and looks around, hair a little messy, forehead a little sweaty, but looking pleased with himself. and isak just stares and stares at him; can’t believe how lucky he is. how lucky they both are, really, to have found each other.

“what do you think?” even asks.

isak smiles. it’s not going to make it into a home decor magazine, put it that way. it’s a tiny flat; the wallpaper is peeling in places and the floor is scuffed and scratched, kitchen counter stained in places. but it’s theirs. the first place isak has ever chosen to move into - because he didn’t have a choice when he moved away from home for the first time, not really - and he just can’t help this little smile bubbling up at the thought of getting to wake up next to even every day, all days, forever.

instead of saying that outright, though, isak just shrugs and says, “it’ll do for now, until we can afford to buy our own house.”

even raises his eyebrows, moving forwards, standing closer to isak and smiling. “our own house?” he asks, a little teasingly.

“yeah, in like, ten years or whatever,” isak says, not embarrassed, really, because this is even.

“ten years?” even repeats, moving a hand under isak’s jaw.

“uh, ja,” isak says, smirking, pushing some of even’s hair behind his ears. “didn’t anyone tell you?”

even brushes his nose against isak’s, humming contentedly. “tell me what?” 

“well, we’re going to be together forever,” isak says, very matter-of-factly.

even raises his eyebrows. “forever?”

“ja. literally, forever,” isak says, looking at even through half-lidded eyes, kind of drunk on even’s presence, on how it feels to just be the two of them, here, in their own place. safe and together, surrounded by so much love.

even laughs softly, eyes sparkling. “what happened to not worrying about the future, and taking things day by day, minute by minute?” 

isak shrugs, eyes softening as even’s thumb brushes over his lips, settling against his cheek. “this minute,” isak says, “we’re going to be together for all time.”

BTS reaction to you wearing purposely revealing clothing

If you wondered why it says “purposely revealing” clothes and not just “revealing” then that’s because it shouldn’t matter if your clothes are revealing or not. I feel strongly that if you don’t mean for ‘revealing’ clothes to be sexual, then fucking good for you, you rule. It’s your body you can do whatever the fuck you want, and a jealous boyfriend shouldn’t request for you to dress differently. That’s why in this scenario you’re doing it purposely :’)

this content is (mostly, it’s weak) for mature minds only ;)


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Morning

A/n - I’m not sure where this came from, but it’s smutty and fluffy and it’s Jimin, so who really cares? I was craving Jimin, so I literally pumped this out one afternoon, so I don’t know how good it is, but I hope you enjoy ~ Kaitlin


Genre: Fluff | Smut
Members: Jimin x Reader
Word count: 2700

A lazy day morning with your boyfriend ~


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