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Downpour Run-ins [Dan]

Originally posted by everything-dan-and-phil

Word Count: 1316
Warnings: None 

Forgive me, for this is about to be the longest thing I have ever posted.
I’m thinking about turning this into a series, so lemme know if you’d like that! Also, would you like me to keep the character as (Y/N) or should I change it to an OC? Ps: If you get the pun at the end ily

The bell affixed to the door softly chimed as she exited the store, her small hands clutching a brown paper bag tightly to her chest as she briskly walked down the rain-soaked footpath. Her hair whipped her back, the leather shoes on her feet squeaking annoyingly as she dodged other shoppers who were also trying to find shelter from the downpour. The black trench coat she was wearing was beginning to soak right through to her skin with the cold rain, making her shiver.

‘Typical London,’ she muttered under her breath with a huff, a small cloud of air escaping her lips due to the icy cold temperature.

Out of all the days she could’ve forgotten her umbrella at home, today just had to be the day. She was in such a rush to get to the store early that she bounded down the stairs out of her flat, completely ignoring the fact that the clouds outside had turned an ominous dark grey. Instead, she noticed the beautiful muted reds and oranges of the fallen leaves swirling and fluttering about in the breeze, getting lost in the blur of colours. She was just that type of person; the type who noticed the beauty in almost everything.

Even if it was just a bunch of dead leaves floating in the wind.

The rain began to pour down harder and the drumming on the tin roof of the shelter became increasingly louder. She decided that the coffee store just a few metres away was her best shot to get out of the rain and cold, so she tucked the paper bag firmly under her arm and prepared herself to run.

The icy air whipped against her face as she bolted down the footpath, turning her cheeks a rosy red and chapping her lips slightly. The rain pounded down on her mercilessly, little droplets trickling slowly down her back and face. She squinted in an attempt to try and figure out where she was going, but the misty air made it almost impossible to see anything in front of her.

It was bound to happen in this horrible weather; her impaired vision wasn’t helping either. As she ran down the path, the leather shoes on her feet squeaking as annoyingly as ever, she slammed right into the chest of a stranger. The paper bag went flying out of her small hands, landing in a tiny puddle on the footpath, absorbing the water like a sponge and shriveling up like wrinkly skin.

‘Oh my goodness,’ the voice shouted over the intensity of the downpour. ‘Are you okay?’

She just nodded timidly, scrambling to her feet and inspecting herself for any injuries. Of course she was alright; the man had softened her fall.

‘I’m okay,’ she replied honestly, looking up to see the tall man gazing at her with his brown eyes.

‘Ahh! Your coat is soaked!’ He exclaimed, biting his lip and ruffling his slightly curly fringe with his hand. ‘C'mon, let’s head into the coffee shop to dry off.’ She followed the stranger inside the café, a little bell tinkling as they opened the door. Both were immediately met with a pleasant blast of warm air to the face along with the comforting smell of grinded coffee beans. A smile washed over her face as she stood in line to wait for her favourite beverage; coffee.

She suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching her, and she turned to see the dark-haired stranger sitting at a table with a small smile on his face. She looked ahead shyly, her cheeks turning a slight pink.

Both didn’t utter any words until she joined him in the back of the bustling café, the hum of coffee machines in the background filling their silence. She wrapped her hands around the paper cup in an attempt to warm up her frozen fingers.

‘Crazy weather out there, am I right?’ He questioned with a cheeky smirk set on his lips, taking a sip of his drink soon after. She raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

‘The old “isn’t the weather crap” conversation starter,’ she laughed slightly, brushing some of the damp hair out of her face. ‘Nice one, um…’

He smiled at her before holding out his hand across the table, ‘Dan. Nice to meet you…’

‘(Y/N),’ she grinned, shaking his hand firmly and taking a sip of her hot coffee. The two conversed for what seemed like hours, talking about their hobbies and interests. He learned that she was obsessed with anime and they spent quite some time arguing over which ones were the best.

‘I’m telling you, nothing beats Tokyo Ghoul!’ She exclaimed, placing her cup on the table. He just shook his head with a smile and began to rant about his favourite- Haikyuu! She had never laughed harder in her life with this almost-complete stranger and his hilariously awkward jokes; she was in stitches by the time she had drained her cup of coffee.

She stood up from the table, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and ruffling her still-damp hair. He followed her to the door, his empty cup which once held tea still in hand. By now the storm had calmed down, but not enough for her to walk back to her place without being soaked again.

Just as she put her right hand on the cold handle of the door, Dan placed something in her left; it was the paper bag from earlier she had dropped in the puddle outside. Even though the bag itself was wrinkly, its contents were one-hundred percent dry; she was extremely grateful for this. The two exchanged farewells before she ran out into the rain with a huge grin on her face, clutching the bag as tightly as ever.

He watched her rush down the street through the window, noticing how her black trench coat absorbed the rain the way her package did. As she disappeared down a corner, his hands flipped up the hood on his jumper, leaving the store and walking down the street in the opposite direction. Before he had met her, Dan was on his way to the DVD store just down the road to buy an anime that his roommate had wanted to watch; the brown paper bag was an all-too familiar sight to him.

She bounded up her stairs once she had reached her apartment, throwing her sodden boots to the side without a care in the world. All she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a steaming mug of hot tea and watch the raindrops have a race down the window in the living room.

As she sat down on the leather couch with her hot chamomile, (Y/N) grabbed the paper bag which contained the item she had been searching on the web for almost two weeks. She placed the cup down on the coffee table and started to tear through the bag, pulling out the DVD she had always wanted. Something suddenly slipped through the packaging, fluttering in the air and onto the floor. She furrowed her eyebrows and bent down to pick it up. It was a receipt filled with grocery items; not the one from the store she had been to. Turning it over, she saw a messy note scrawled on the back.

Ah of course, Tokyo Ghoul season 2. Haikyuu! is still better though.

She grinned, shaking her head in amusement at his statement. Her eyes travelled to the bottom of the crumpled note to see a barely legible phone number hastily written down. Her hands immediately reached for her phone which was sitting on the armrest beside her. Oh boy, was he gonna get it.

(Y/N): You can’t HIDE from the truth that Tokyo Ghoul is better than Haikyuu! my friend.

Her phone beeped soon after with a reply, and the pun war had begun.

Coming Home

genre: fluff

pairing: yoongi x reader

Yoongi isn’t the clingy type but in times like this, he needs a lot of affection. Coming home from the studio, he bent back a little, making a small cracking sound on his back and he stretched his arms up. He was exhausted from work and he is in need of relief. You sat on your shared bed, reading a book as you waited for him to arrive. The sound of your door opening startled you, seeing his scrunched up face and plopped down on the bed. Frowning a little bit, you asked, “What’s wrong Grandpa?” He groaned, clearly annoyed with the nickname. “I’m hella tired and please don’t call me that.“He whined and you chuckled at him. It was adorable to see him like this but you feel bad for him working ‘til late hours that he’s not able to take enough rest. You tapped his head, making him raise it up with a smug look on his face. "Come here.” You motioned him to put his head on your lap and he followed. You run your fingers through his hair and he sighed, closing his eyes and smiled. “Ahh that feels good. Thank you.” “Do you need cuddles as well?” “I would love it.” He sprang up and attacked you on the bed, making you both laugh and he rested his head on your chest while hugging you tightly, threading your fingers again on his soft hair. “Thank you so much. You always make me feel relaxed and happy. I really love coming home because of you.” You smiled widely, knowing he rarely spoke sweet words. You gave him a kiss on the forehead and hugged him tighter. “For the record, for someone who rarely hugs, you give the best cuddles.” “It’s only you who’s allowed to know that.”

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

Charred (Part Twelve)

EXO FanFiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing: Reader x Chanyeol
You get sucked into a mysterious world, and begin to discover things you couldn’t have imagined. But why you? And who is the stranger you are becoming drawn to?

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‘Hey, you awake?’

You blinked slowly as your eyes opened, feeling a yawn stretching down your body as sun light began to trickle into your eyes.

You heard a soft chuckle next to you as you stretched out with a groan, your hands balling up into fists over your eyes and your toes curling as you stretched out your body, crumpling the sheets around your limbs.

Your eyes adjusted and you smiled at the man next to you, and Chanyeol smiled back softly, where he was spooned slightly around where you lay on your back.

‘Good morning,’ you half mumbled, turning to cuddle closer to Chanyeol.

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Shu Headcanon (Paper cut Edition)

Your school paper was done and you happily shuffled the pages into place.
Oh no.. a paper cut?!
'Ah Shu..look at my poor finger..’ You flutter your eyelashes at him from your desk.
'It’s bleeding..’ You pout. Hoping to seduce him.
He sits up and observes it, leans forwards and takes the finger into his mouth.
Slowly he sucks it and his eyes hold yours.
Ahh..your panties are wet…
Touché Shu…touché…

Theme: Popular Bad Boy!Shizuo and Bullied Victim!Izaya AU

“So? 7? 8?”

The blond sipped his drink. “6.”

“Ehhhhh?! Seriously?! We’re talking about one of the popular girls! And she has huge boobs!”

“She was too loud, it was becoming annoying. And she was clingy, she thought it meant I was her boyfriend and was all over me afterwards. It was annoying.”

“Really? But she’s seriously hot!” The other blond said, “Just look at those boobs!”

“Or has Heiwajima had better? You lucky dog!”

Shizuo scoffed at that. Before he could reply, a feminine voice said, “Hey, sorry to keep you guys waiting.”

“If it isn’t the lovely Celty! You look gorgeous as always – ow!”

“That’s the one woman you can’t hit on.” Shizuo said then raised his gaze.

“Was the queue long?”

The female sighed. She was clearly a foreigner, with red locks of hair which curled prettily around her beautiful face. Her beauty was of an ethereal sort, and it was a stark contrast to the black she wore as she took a seat beside the blond male.


Then she seemed to notice, “Where’s Mikado?”

“Studying in the library!” The missing male’s best friend bemoaned, cradling his head in his hands. “That guy’s no fun at all! Ah, he better be with that Anri chick or I’m gonna give him an earful!”

And then his expression changed in a flash as he looked at the handsome male and beautiful female sitting beside each other.

“So, when are you two going to get together?”

There was a short silence, before Celty burst out laughing in mirth.

“Haha! No way! We’re just friends, Masaomi! Right, Shizuo?”


Shizuo replied, gaze drifting lazily across the canteen as if he wanted to find something interesting.

“Really? But the whole school thinks you two are going to get together!”

“What, are people placing bets or something?”

“Hey Heiwajima, heard you got Rika-chan last night. So? How was she? You were a gentleman, weren’t you?”

A male with spiky brown hair had spoken. He had appeared as if out of nowhere and his hand was on Shizuo’s shoulder. His eyes were narrowed at the blond as if daring him to say otherwise.

But Shizuo’s attention was on something else. There was a commotion in the cafeteria away from their relatively peaceful table. People were looking at a group of guys as if wondering what they were doing. 

They parted as if to show off, and Shizuo’s breath caught in his throat.


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anonymous asked:

Omg. My heart stopped when the Bette Davis song came up and Jughead looked at Betty realising he didn't want to part from her. I want more bughead scenes like this!

Me too!! Ahh! His eyes were the things that made my heart explode! It was so beautiful and perfect!

We need all kinds Bughead moments that involve eye contact between them!

Losing sense of self

I’m crying inside because this didn’t turn out nearly as good as I was hoping, but aahhh. I get the feeling Mordecai doesn’t like what his new fashion statement says about him very much. @tempus-fractura

also i totally messed up his eye colors im sorry ahh

Prompt: High school au - Jungkook is in love with his best friend Jimin, but Jimin’s straight/pretends to be straight. 

“Hey, tell me when the teacher turns around,” Jimin muttered to Jungkook as he slipped his phone out of his pocket, eyes flicking down from the board to read a chunk of text littered with heart emojis.  Jungkook felt his stomach tug with the familiar sensation of jealousy, but he ignored it and gave a small nod, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Jimin’s phone and back to the board.  

He wasn’t sure when the constant texts Jimin received from countless girls had started to annoy him. Jimin had always been pretty popular, with his cute laugh, warm eyes, and playful personality. Even when they were small, bumbling kids on the playground, Jungkook could remember girls poking at Jimin’s chubby cheeks and leading him around by his hand. And of course Jungkook had never thought anything of it - everyone loved Jimin, it had always been that way.

But then they hit puberty, and suddenly, inexplicably, Jungkook had begun to feel an uncomfortable tug in his gut every time a pretty girl smiled at Jimin in the hallways. However, it was probably sometime between thirteen and fourteen when it had really become apparent - the bitterness that rose up in his throat when Jimin’s phone buzzed more and more regularly. And when Jimin fell in love for the first time with the pretty little bird in their PE class, Jungkook felt a horrible mixture of uncontainable rage and crippling insecurity. The vicious satisfaction he had felt when she broke his heart had left him achingly guilty - but that still wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that the jealousy that ate away at his insides wasn’t directed towards Jimin. No - he was jealous of every single girl who saw Jimin’s smile, who felt his kisses, who experienced the feeling of his hand intertwined with theirs.

Which didn’t make sense, right?

Of course it didn’t. Jungkook was a boy, after all, and everyone knew that boys didn’t like other boys. Couldn’t like other boys. So he ignored it - or, at least, he tried to.

The bell signalling the end of their class rang and Jimin returned his phone to his pocket, slinging his bag over his shoulder.  He turned to Jungkook with a winning smile as the younger boy stuffed his binder into his backpack.

“Guess who has a date tonight,” he said in a sing-song voice.


“Oh. I thought we were hanging out tonight though,” Jungkook said, staring at his friend numbly.

“Ah, right,” Jimin cringed apologetically. “Tomorrow?” When Jungkook didn’t respond, he tugged at his sleeve. “Aw, don’t be like this Jungkookie. Maybe we could arrange a double date or something.”

“No, it’s fine,” Jungkook said, pulling his arm away.

“Seriously, I’m sure we could arrange something! Seungki-ah has lots of friends.” He waved off Jungkook’s feeble protests, hand slipping into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Besides, when was the last time you’ve been on a date?”

Jungkook shrugged. It had been a long time, truth be told, but that wasn’t something he wanted to admit to. “Jimin, I said it’s fine. I was hoping to hang out with Taehyung anyways.”

“Ah.” Had Jungkook imagined the hurt that seemed to flash briefly through Jimin’s eyes? But then Jimin smiled awkwardly, and Jungkook decided it had just been wishful thinking.  “Well. I guess in that case…”

“Yeah.” They walked down the hallway in silence for a few moments before Jimin nudged the younger boy gently with his elbow.

“The offer’s still open if you want, though.”


“Alright,” Jimin said with a light laugh. “Race you to History.” And then they were off down the hallways, the squeaking of their sneakers against the plastic floor echoing off of the walls.


Jungkook didn’t actually end up hanging out with Taehyung that night. It probably would’ve done him some good - Tae always knew how to make him smile - but he wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Rather, he made himself a batch of popcorn, wrapped himself in a cocoon of blankets, and flicked through TV channels mindlessly while procrastinating the large pile of homework that remained stuffed in his backpack. His parents were always out late working, so he wasn’t too concerned about getting scolded.

An anime flicked on and Jungkook paused, squinting at the characters as he stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.  He didn’t just watch anime -  according to Jimin, he breathed it. Before he knew it, six hours had passed, and Jungkook was downing his fourth can of cola, the large bowl void of popcorn and discarded on the coffee table beside him. He was so focussed on the tv screen that he didn’t hear the knocking at his door at first.

“Jungkook!” Jungkook blinked at the tv - was he imagining Jimin’s muffled voice? How embarrassing. He was just about the turn up the volume when he heard it again.


Jungkook sprang from his couch, ignoring his stiff joints as he glanced hurriedly at his watch as he went to the door. It was almost 9 - what on earth was Jimin doing here? He opened the door to reveal a slightly disheveled Jimin, who was chewing nervously on his lip, hand raised to knock again.


“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, bewildered. “I thought you had a date.”

Jimin avoided the question. “I thought you were going to hang out with Tae.”

Jungkook shrugged, stepping aside to let Jimin enter. “He was busy.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows at him as he kicked off his shoes, and Jungkook knew he’d called his bluff. “Ahh, okay, I was just tired.”

“I tried calling,” Jimin said offhandedly.

“I turned off my phone.”

“I know.”

They stared and each other and Jungkook suddenly became aware of the nervous energy crackling between them. Jimin stood close enough that Jungkook could see each individual eyelash, the darker flecks of brown in his eyes, the lines on his puffy lips. His throat felt dry.

“Weren’t you with Seungki?” he asked weakly.

Jimin sighed, and the mood dropped almost as quickly as it had appeared. He turned away to shrug off his jacket, and Jungkook let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Something came up. She had to babysit her younger cousins.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Jungkook said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t feel very sorry. “Are you hungry?”

They ended up slouched against each other on the couch in the dark, a bag of potato chips open on their laps and the light from the television flickering over them. Jimin’s leg was slung over Jungkook’s beneath the blanket that was tucked around them, and the contact made Jungkook feel safe. Jimin had said he was fine with watching the anime that the younger boy had already begun - which was a shame, considering that Jungkook was having trouble focussing on anything other than Jimin. His stomach twisted with fear and uncertainty anytime he tried to interpret his feelings, so he decided to just try to enjoy it. After all, Jimin was his best friend - he was allowed to enjoy the warm weight of his body against his, wasn’t he? They were practically brothers.

“Mmm, Jungkookie,” Jimin murmured in his ear, breaking his train of thought. He sounded sleepy. “I’m glad I came here.”

Jungkook felt a smile tug at his lips. “Me too, Jimin.”

“I have a confession to make, though,” Jimin sighed, stirring slightly. Jungkook waited, but Jimin didn’t say anything else.


“Seungki didn’t actually cancel the date. I did.” His voice sounded odd.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s heart stopped before picking up at a faster pace. Jimin cancelled the date to be with him? But no - Jungkook scolded himself for letting his imagination get ahead of himself.  Jimin had probably felt guilty for forgetting their plans.

“Because I wanted to be with you.” It was just a whisper, but Jungkook was suddenly very aware of the weight of Jimin’s leg on his, the lack of space between their bodies. His breaths became shallow.

“I like to be with you too, Jimin,” he managed, not daring to turn his head to look at his best friend. Why did his face feel so hot? It wasn’t out of place for Jimin to say something like that, not really. Jimin was always openly affectionate, and just because the tone of this voice was strange didn’t mean that this was any different from any other time.  

And yet, the silence between them was deafening, opposed to the comfortable silence they were used to. Perhaps Jungkook was just imagining it, but Jimin felt very still beside him and Jungkook had to fight to keep his body from tensing. He tried to calm his irrational heart down, fear prickling at the back of his throat - why was this so confusing? Why did he feel this way? Did he - could he like Jimin?

But no, that wasn’t something he could afford to think about, especially not while they were slumped against each other in the dark sharing body heat. Jungkook fought back the sudden hysterical urge to laugh, anxiety biting at his mind. The energy he had felt earlier was back, and it was buzzing between them, licking at the contact of their arms and legs.

A few minutes trickled by, and Jimin still hadn’t said anything else. Jungkook finally started to feel himself relax a bit, and he wondered if Jimin had fallen asleep. He glanced over and was relieved to find his eyes closed.

“Ahh,” Jungkook sighed out loud, feeling his body relax fully. “Ahh, hyung. Why are things so complicated.” He laughed tiredly, turning to pull at the blanket so that it covered Jimin fully even though half of his own thigh was suddenly uncovered.

Jungkook’s eyes returned to the anime, but the lump at the back of his throat was difficult to ignore. He swallowed once, twice. It didn’t go away. His eyes found Jimin’s face again, the light from the tv flickering against his smooth skin, and he abruptly felt the desire to feel his friend’s lips against his. Tears leaked into his eyes.

“Jimin,” he whispered, his voice wavering. “I think… What if I’m not.” He swallowed. “Not… normal?”

Jimin’s slow breaths comforted him, and he continued after a moment in a low, shaky voice. “It’s just that I might not. Like girls?” It came out as a question, and he felt his voice break as a tear slid down his cheek. “I’m sorry.” Another tear. “I’m sorry.” Another. “I. Might like you, hyung. I’m-” A sob shook his body and he clenched, hand flying to his mouth to stifle his breathing. Jimin didn’t move, and Jungkook slowly let himself breath again. He wept quietly into blanket, shame and disgust and grief leaking from his eyes and staining the fabric - yet there was something relieving about it. His chest hurt but it didn’t feel constricted anymore.

“I just,” he hiccuped wetly. “I just h-hope that. You don’t stop loving me.” He let out a shaky sigh. “Because I’m finding it hard to love myself right now.”

Suddenly fingers were wrapping around his wrist and Jungkook’s eyes flew wide open as Jimin pulled him into a tight hug, face tucked into the nook of his neck. Adrenaline pulsed through Jungkook’s veins, shock and humiliation clouding his vision. A loud, ugly sob broke from his mouth, making him jump, and he felt Jimin’s arms tighten around him. He let himself break down and cry into his friend’s shoulder, and Jimin didn’t say a word, simply holding him and letting him sob. It was only when Jungkook had run out of tears and his breath had begun to slow when he realized that his shoulder was also wet underneath Jimin’s face, and that his friend’s body was trembling slightly.

“A-are you okay?” Jungkook muttered weakly, pulling back and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Jimin let him pull away, but his hands remained knotted in his shirt. His eyes looked puffy.

“Jungkook, I could never stop loving you,” he said hoarsely, and a wobbly, forced smile appeared on his face. Jungkook felt his heart break as he watched tears glimmer in his best friend’s eyes. “I’m not normal either. I… actually, I’ve liked you for a really long time, Jungkookie.” He gave a wet giggle. “I just assumed you were straight, though. Everyone else is.”

“Maybe that’s what everyone else thinks,” Jungkook mumbled and Jimin laughed and then they were kissing and for the first time since he was small, Jungkook’s heart felt free. It was messy and wet, but when they broke apart, they were both smiling.

“You haven’t had much practice, I see,” Jimin said dryly, but his badly repressed smile gave him away.

“Guess you’ll have to teach me, huh,” Jungkook said with a grin. His eyes stung and his head ached but he felt happier than he had in a long time and as Jimin pulled him into another hug, he knew they’d be okay. “Promise me one thing, though.”

“What?” Jimin’s breath tickled his ear.

“Don’t reschedule your date with Seungki.”

Jimin gave a disbelieving laugh and tickled Jungkook’s sides. “That’s not something you need to worry about, you loser.”

“Just promise!” Jungkook laughed, swatting away Jimin’s hands.

Jimin caught his hand and intertwined their fingers, his smile suddenly shy. Jungkook’s stomach twisted pleasantly.

“I promise.”

tinycactus-tinyllama  asked:

Throwing out ideas because cute regis and clarus was too cute. What do you think about younger regis and clarus fluff featuring baby!noct, baby!gladio and maybe even baby!iggy because being the king is hard, but being a single father king is harder. Dad fic, regis/clarus style much? Lol

“You look ragged, majesty,” Clarus grunted, honest as ever, falling into a slower step beside Regis. “That last council meeting yesterday too much for you?”

Regis barked an empty laugh. “I could negotiate ten peace deals with Niflheim more easily than I could coax Noctis into eating his greens.”

Clarus chuckled sympathetically. “My boy’s eating me out of house and home! Or he’s charging around the place swinging a wooden training sword around shouting ‘I’m the king’s shield!’.” He shook his head.

Regis looked up at his old friend, eyes twinkling. “Ahh, but when they fall asleep in your arms…”

As a thank you for reaching 100 followers, I’m writing 100 word drabbles. Send me a person or a pairing plus a word, or an opening sentence, and I’ll write you a 100 word drabble in return! (note, I’m moving house right now, so I’m not able to respond as quickly as I’d like. I’m sorry!)