how did i even sleep after this

‘Learning Russian has given me a whole new life’ Mary Hobson: It took me about two years [to read War and Peace]. I read it like a poem, a sentence at a time. English writer and translator Mary Hobson decided to learn Russian at the age of 56, graduating in her sixties and completing a PhD aged 74. Now fluent in Russian, Hobson has translated “Eugene Onegin” and other poems by Pushkin, “Woe from Wit” by Griboyedov, and has won the Griboyedov Prize and Pushkin Medal for her work. RBTH visited Hobson at home in London to ask about her inspiring experience. 

RBTH: Learning Russian is difficult at any age, and you were 56. How did the idea first come to your mind? 

 Mary Hobson: I was having a foot operation, and I had to stay in bed for two weeks in hospital. My daughter Emma brought me a big fat translation of War and Peace. “Mum, you’ll never get a better chance to read it”, she said. I’d never read Russian literature before. I got absolutely hooked on it, I just got so absorbed! I read like a starving man eats. The paperback didn’t have maps of the battle of Borodino, I was making maps trying to understand what was happening. This was the best novel ever written. Tolstoy creates the whole world, and while you read it, you believe in it. I woke up in the hospital three days after I finished reading and suddenly realized: “I haven’t read it at all. I’ve read a translation. I would have to learn Russian.” 

RBTH: Did you read War and Peace in the original language eventually? 

M.H.: Yes, it was the first thing I read in Russian. I bought a fat Russian dictionary and off I went. It took me about two years. I read it like a poem, a sentence at a time. I learned such a lot, I still remember where I first found some words. “Between,” for instance. About a third of the way down the page. 

RBTH: Do you remember your first steps in learning Russian? 

 M.H.: I had a plan to study the Russian language in evening classes, but my Russian friend said: “Don’t do that, I’ll teach you.” We sat in the garden and she helped me to remember the Cyrillic script. I was 56 at this time, and I found it very tiring reading in Cyrillic. I couldn’t do it in the evening because I simply wouldn’t be able to sleep. And Russian grammar is fascinating. 

RBTH: You became an undergraduate for the first time in your sixties. How did you feel about studying with young students? 

M.H.: I need to explain first why I didn’t have any career before my fifties. My husband had a very serious illness, a cerebral abscess, and he became so disabled. I was just looking after him. And we had four children. After 28 years I could not do it any longer, I had break downs, depressions. I finally realized I would have to leave. Otherwise I would just go down with him. There was a life out there I hadn’t lived. It was time to go out and to live it. I left him. I’ve been on my own for three years in a limbo of quilt and depression. Then I picked up a phone and rang the number my friend had long since given me, that of the School of Slavonic and East European Studies, London University. “Do you accept mature students?” I asked. “Of sixty-two?” They did. When the first day of term arrived, I was absolutely terrified. I went twice around Russel square before daring to go in. The only thing that persuaded me to do it was that I got offered the place and if I didn’t do it, the children would be so ashamed of me. My group mates looked a little bit surprised at first but then we were very quickly writing the same essays, reading the same stuff, having to do the same translations. 

RBTH: You spent 10 months in Moscow as part of your course. How did you feel in Russia? 

 M.H.: I hardly dared open my mouth, because I thought I got it wrong. It lasted about a week like this, hardly daring to speak. Then I thought – I’m here only for 10 months. I shall die if I don’t communicate. I just have to risk it. Then I started bumbling stuff. I said things I didn’t at all mean. I just said anything. The most dangerous thing was to make jokes. People looked at me as I was mad. I hate to say it, but in 1991 the Russian ruble absolutely collapsed and for the first and last time in my life I was a wealthy woman. I bought over 200 books in Russian, 10 “Complete Collected Works” of my favorite 19th-century authors. Then it was a problem how to get them home. Seventy-five of them were brought to London by a visiting group of schoolchildren. They took three books each. 

RBTH: You’re celebrating your 90th birthday in July. What’s the secret of your longevity? 

M.H.: If I had not gone to university, if I had given up and stopped learning Russian, I don’t think I’d have lived this long. It keeps your mind active, it keeps you physically active. It affects everything. Learning Russian has given me a whole new life. A whole circle of friends, a whole new way of living. For me it was the most enormous opening out to a new life.

some fox hcs bc i’m sick and it’s all i’ve been thinking about:

  • when they have movie nights, allison and matt have a competition to see who can catch more popcorn in their mouths. allison always wins so matt just throws popcorn at her without even letting her catch it
  • they all go team grocery shopping after finding out neil has never had at least 50% of the junk food they all grew up on
  • renee takes up crocheting and makes them all fox print patterned socks. they wear them every movie night(even andrew)
  • nicky gets homesick sometimes and when he does he makes a lot of the traditional dishes his mom would and the foxes eat all of it even though they literally saw nicky chopping raw jalapenos earlier
  • allison and dan are real housewives fanatics and they will kill a man to get to the tv. kevin still has the scars on his arm from where allison nearly clawed his arm off for trying to change the tv
  • the foxes do charity dog washing at a nearby pet shelter and neil literally almost gets smothered by the biggest dog there and that’s when the foxes find out neil is the biggest dog magnet
  • nicky makes the mistake of teaching andrew to bake and he never leaves the kitchen. but the tower always smells like vanilla so that’s a bonus
  • neil cannot cook for shit and i’m standing by this until i die. he tried making cup noodles in the dorm microwave and matt came back to a small fire and a calm neil just watching the fire blaze
  • neil twists his ankle falling down some stairs and matt uses this as an excuse to bridal carry him everywhere
  • “do i even weigh anything to you?”  “no, it’s like holding a couple of grapes.”
  • allison and neil take exactly 5 hours every saturday to go shopping, get facials, gossip. allison has video proof of neil sitting on a lounge chair with his whole face covered in a cucumber face mask, sipping lemon water, and getting his nails done. he looks right into her camera and in the most deadpan voice says “ah yes, the bourgeoisie.” the video ends with allison snickering and dropping her phone 
  • whenever anyone is late to practice they have to go on a run with neil and every time they fall behind is a lap they have to do at the next practice. no one is late again after kevin comes back from a run and passes the fuck out
  • the foxes went to disney world once and lost andrew. they don’t speak of it ever again. 
  • matt when asked by some sexist reporter why he listens to what the girls tell him to do: dan’s my girlfriend, renee could kill me, and allison has enough dirt on me to ruin my life until i die. also i respect them more than your crusty ass so that’s there as well. next question?
  • (matt isn’t allowed to do press duty for the next week after that)
  • kevin, five drinks in and nearing tipsy: if renee ever became a villian we’d all be screwed
  • the rest of the foxes except for renee and andrew: AMEN
  • casual cheek kisses are a thing among the foxes but no one kisses neil around andrew unless they want to lose a toe
  • it isn’t a question if whether or not a drunk kevin has acidentally called andrew “aaron”, it’s whether or not kevin actually made it out alive
  • nicky matt, and neil all have a shared exasperation for White People Food
  • neil and renee have been banned from nearly evershopping center within 50 miles of palmetto bc they wouldn’t stop throwing the knives to test how sharp they were
  • aaron and andrew play pokemon against each other(even tho andrew is more partial to acnl) and andrew manages to beat aaron’s entire team with just a jigglypuff and no one knows how he did it
  • once neil got really drunk and before he went to bed he kissed everyone’s foreheads(aaron left right after neil kissed renee’s) like his mom used to do to him before she went to sleep and it left everyone in shock
Polydads

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Based on a post that @catsforartists made!

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When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.

“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.

Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.

“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.

“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…

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ifeelbetterer  asked:

Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”

“Thanks.”

“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

playing with fire

*gif credit to owner @jungkook-gifs*

pairing: you x Jungkook 

themes: idol!jungkook, friendswithbenefits!au, older!oc, older!jungkook

warnings: swearing, slightly smutty, angst, fluff

word count: 9.8+k

summary: they say friends with benefits never works. fun turns into feelings and everyone gets hurt. you and jungkook are no different to the stereotype. jungkook is in too deep for comfort and you’re not sure if you can return what he wants. after all, he is a sought after celebrity and you know the consequences of playing with a little too much fire.

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The sun is bright, almost too bright as you finally open your eyes from your deep slumber. Not only is the sun too bright, but it is also too damn hot in this room. Your vision blurs together to a couple seconds before it clears, comprehending my surroundings. A familiar sight covers your eyes and you go to stretch your body out until you are halted by a heavy entity; another body. You glance up to the left to be met with soft brown hair dangling, closed eyes, and slightly parted mouth that breathes slowly in and out. Memories flash across your mind as you remember the first time you saw the now familiar face.

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One Last Time
Tom comes back from filming out of the country, only confess to something he did days later. After months of not seeing or talking to one another, Tom stops by and you can’t help, but express how much you miss him.

Pairing
Tom Holland x Reader

Includes
Smut, (ex)Boyfriend!Tom, Rough!Tom, Angry Sex, Break Up Sex

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{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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Dating Jughead Jones would include:

Originally posted by phebobuffay

• stealing his beanie and him hating it every single time

• “You know, I do need that.”

• “but my head is cold.”

• him showing you his writing and asking for your opinion, especially when he’s stuck

• spending hours and hours at Pop’s with him, helping with Blue and Gold stuff, even though you aren’t technically a part of it

• letting him steal the cherry from your milkshake even though you love them

• stealing fries off his plate as your twisted revenge

• “Hey! Fries are off limits!”

• “I’m paying for both of us!”

• him being slightly possessive over you and you loving it completely

• helping him when he has no where to stay

• he takes a while to open up but after that he confides in you with everything

• literally

e v e r y t h i n g

• from his emotional issues to his mildly unconventional sexual fantasies

• helping him play out those fantasies

• sticking by him when he joins the Serpents

• also secretly loving the dangerous side that comes out in him because of that

• staying with him all the time when his south side host family let’s him stay at FP’s empty place (which is often)

• stealing his Serpents jacket

• he doesn’t hate that at all, in fact it’s one of his favourite things to come home to

• “Hey babe, I’ll be home in an hour.”

• “That’s so long though!”

• “Put on the jacket and I might make it back in 45 minutes.”

• “That’s literally all I’m wearing.”

• “… I’m coming home now.”

• going with him to see FP every week at least once

• FP l o v i n g you and insisting Jug at least introduce you to the Serpents

• he does, proudly, and they all welcome you with open arms

• going to visit him at Southside High whenever possible

• he gets more and more open with PDA the longer you’re together, even more so when someones making eyes at you

• him standing in the hallway when you’re in the shower because you sing when you shower and he loves your voice

• watching movies you hate all the time because you know how much he loves them

• gentle, sweet kisses in the morning and right after you sleep together

• him constantly making sure you’re comfortable

• “Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!”

• “what did I do now?!”

• hanging out with the gang and constantly being asked about your intimate details

• “okay, but who takes charge?”

• “why would we tell you th-”

• “Jug does.”

• he pretends he hates it but you don’t miss the little smirk on his face when you brag and gush about him

• him never being afraid to cry in front of you

• texting snail emojis back and forth when you aren’t together just to make sure each other is okay

• “why did we choose snails?”

• “because it takes you six years to text back”

• *three hours later* “oh yeah”

• “you did that on purpose”

• not saying ‘I love you’ often but meaning it so deeply when you do

• feeling safe

• making him feel safe

• being his family

anonymous asked:

I thought I was over of how bad s4 was but I'm not and it's now 4 am and I can't sleep. The thought that's making me loose sleep is why did they have to make Mary part of the team? It's just the two of them against the rest of the world, right? why did they have to love her and include her in the cases? Why can't at least Sherlock see how horrible she is? I know I'm being rediculous but it gets to me it really does

Hey same ridiculous insomniac anon do you know what gets to me too??? John cheating on Mary even if it’s texting… people argue that it’s in character he’s a womanizer after all but isn’t he the guy who’s loyal very quickly? What do you think?

Hi Nonny!

Yeah, I never understood why they went the route of making all of S4 essentially NOT about John and Sherlock. I liked the visuals of T6T and TLD, but Mary REALLY fucking killed it for me, especially the magical redemption arc they chose to give to her. The whole season felt really ooc for me, and Mary being more of Sherlock’s partner than John was REALLY rubbed me and many others the wrong way. The way the narrative was going, it SHOULD have been her being on the run FROM them, not working WITH them.

Because of this, I really, really feel like there is a false narrative at play here, that the entirety of S4 is being told like a blog entry (hence why they stopped the blog AND used the title of one of the entries to clue us into this fact) because of all the OOC-ness, inconsistencies, fourth wall breaking, “scene jumping” and the “fakeness” of Mary’s death and TFP. The season contains a sense of adventure,  is romanticized (though in the wrong direction), and fantastical elements, just like the blog. I found it SO bizarre that Sherlock CONSTANTLY kept saying “I’m Sherlock Holmes!”… just like John’s blog would have done. And TFP for me is John’s TAB, so there’s already an alternative narrative. Anyway, this went way off topic, but you get me. John’s blog is playing out on screen. Why, I don’t know; perhaps to show the general audience that not having John and Sherlock in the picture together doesn’t work, since most of the entries are told as if John is standing on the sidelines watching events unfold – ergo making the season seem very not-our-show. Plus, calling the first episode “The Six Thatchers” after a blog entry on John’s blog and ENDING the season with Mary narrating is so telling to me.

Second part of your ask: I AGREE. It’s really weird to me, simply because we SAW John was essentially done with dating by the end of ASiB because he was happy with whatever he could get with Sherlock. And it took him TWO YEARS to mourn Sherlock before he decided to move on, and for whatever reason, Mary was able to establish that trust with John within six months (I presume she emulated what she thought John wanted, but she’s a professional manipulator). He only stayed with Mary because he didn’t think Sherlock wanted what John wanted, and perhaps also some manipulation on Mary’s part, convincing John that Sherlock would never love him like she loved him.

So then when John is “cheating” I find it really OOC, if only because I just can’t see John ever wanting to get involved with anyone every again after the heartbreak of both Sherlock and Mary. Though, I still hold the belief that it’s really Sherlock John is texting in T6T, and we are told otherwise because of the false narratives (given that I think that the episodes are being told like a blog entry, it’s only natural to assume lies about the things truly happening are present). And maybe it was “just texting”, fine, but it just doesn’t really fit John’s character to me unless that person is Sherlock or unless John is doing another plan behind everyone’s backs with Mycroft (ie. the texting is coded and E is an associate of Mycroft). He has serious trust issues, even an emotional affair with some rando on the bus just doesn’t jive with his character arc they’ve built up over three seasons.

I don’t know. People say it’s in his character, but I just have a really hard time seeing it, especially since he knows the kind of person Mary is (killing Sherlock for trying to tip off John), like… I can’t imagine he would do that again. Mary’s complete shift from the character she was in S3 is what’s tipping me off the most about a false narrative, and as such we can assume the other characters may not be who they seem to be as well, at least in my opinion.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 8)

Originally posted by thwinchestrs

Summary: Dean is up and talking, but doesn’t remember much of what happened, and struggles with the consequences of his injuries.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, anxiety, mild angst, basically lots of emotions

A/N: Thank you as ever to @deanssweetheart23 for not only reading everything and being the best sounding board ever, but for putting up with all my crap and still being the most supportive person ever!

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MISUNDERSTANDING [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “could you possibly write a fred weasley x reader with number 4 and 68?? if you could, that’d be wonderful!!” — by anon

a/n: it’s funny to think that the numbers you requested are somehow linked with the drunken nights imagine i made for draco lol

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”

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    “Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.

    You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.

    “Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”

    Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.

    Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.

    It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.

    “Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.

    “Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”

    You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.

    Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.

    When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.

    “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.

    You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.

    Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.

    “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.

    “Damn it.”

    “You seem disappointed.” you teased.

    “I am.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”

    Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.

    After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.

    “Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.

    You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”

    “At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”

    You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.

    “Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.

    Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.

    You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”

    “I will. Go home safely.”

    You nodded.

    With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 - 2  -  4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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YOU CUDDLING BTS IN YOUR SLEEP AND TELLING THEM YOU LOVE THEM

anon said : I would like to see bts reacting to their s/o cuddling them in their sleep and saying they love them (oh the fluff)

A/N: this is so cute I hope I do it justice :( 


Namjoon: He loved how warm you were snuggled against his chest, your breathing deep and even, little puffs of hair coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but run a hand through your hair lightly, smiling softly. He thought he’d woken you up because you mumbled a small “I love you” before curling even closer to him. However, your breathing remained even and deep, so he was assured you were still sound asleep. He couldn’t help but let out the ghost of a laugh, lightly kissing your head.

“I love you too Y/N.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Seokjin: You’d fallen asleep on him during movie night, your head resting against his shoulder as you snored quietly. Seokjin hadn’t said anything when he noticed you’d fallen asleep. Instead, he’d simply carried you bed, climbing in beside you. You turned, hugging him close to you and whispering “I love you” before nuzzling your face into his chest. He froze, unsure of what to do. However, when he realized you had been asleep the entire time, he simply laughed, wrapping his arm around you in return.

“I love you too baby.”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi: You’d fallen asleep on his studio couch waiting for him to finish what he was working on. He hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep until he’d finished and turned to see you curled into a ball at the end of the couch. He couldn’t help but laugh, walking towards you to wake you up. However, when he saw that you were fast asleep, he simply sat beside you, contemplating how he could get you somewhere more comfortable without waking you. He jumped when you rolled over, cuddling him and mumbling a quiet “I love you” that he almost didn’t catch. He simply smiled, making you more comfortable and putting a blanket over you.

“I love you too. Thank you for staying with me even though you were tired.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Hoseok: Late night dance practices weren’t uncommon, and you were used to staying up late to tell Hoseok goodnight. For some reason, though, tonight you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes open and you fell asleep on top of the duvet. 

Hoseok walked into the bedroom to see you fast asleep, your soft breaths filling the otherwise silent room. He smiled, quickly cleaning up before carefully pulling the duvet out from underneath you and placing it on top of you, climbing underneath it beside you. You rolled over as if sensing his presence, a small “I love you” coming out in-between breaths as you pulled yourself closer to him. He smiled softly at the sudden contact, planting a light kiss on your head.

“I love you too. Sleep well Y/N~”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: He was used to cuddling with you when the two of you fell asleep together. However, tonight seemed different. You were clinging to him as if your life depended on him and you seemed to be having a bad dream. His hand ghosted over your hair as he tried to soothe you. You finally seemed to calm down, your breathing becoming even and our face becoming calm, peaceful even. As you relaxed into his arms, a muffled “I love you” slipped through your lips. Taehyung smiled at your sleeping form.

“How did I get to so lucky? I love you too Y/N.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin: After a long day of practice, all he ever wanted to do was go home to you and fall asleep in your arms. Which is what he usually did, tonight being no exception. Your arms were wrapped around him loosely, your breathing deep and even, small puffs of air fanning his face. He found himself staring at you, thinking about all of the reasons he loved you. As if sensing his thoughts, you pulled him closer, your lips placed lightly against his neck as you whispered “I love you”. Jimin couldn’t help but tense, wondering if he’d woken you. However, he realized that your breathing had remained even and deep. A small giggled escaped him.

“I love you too, silly.’

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: He woke up to the feeling of you nuzzling your face into his back, your arms wrapping around him lazily. He kept still, unsure if you were awake or not. When you mumbled a small “I love you”, he leaned back into you slightly, whispering back a quiet “Hey, are you awake?” When you didn’t answer, he huffed out a small chuckle, turning to face you. Your breathing remained deep and even, and he simply wrapped his arms around you lightly so as not to wake you and placed a small kiss on your head.

“I love you too Y/N. I love you so much.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

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Vacation over! some doodles to see if I even remember how to draw.

1st pic: Clary

2nd pic: after reading Lady Midnight my first comment to @cassandraclare was “WHY JOHNNY ROOK WHY”. My Second comment was “Girl I wanna see Jace and Clary’s super angel baby do battle against Emma and Jules super parabatai baby” (because after events in LM I’m assuming if a child did happen between parabatai it would be SUPER) 

To which her response was something along the lines of “where do you come up with this stuff go to sleep” 

Nevertheless,

Clingy

It had been a very weird week.

There was nothing going on really, everything was very chill and Virgil found it a tad bit confusing.

Not in a bad way, mind you but in a peculiarly calm way?

Videos had already been uploaded and Thomas was taking a well deserved break. After he took a long nap, the host opted to just lounge around the house, something Anxiety was very content with, especially since Joan and Talyn would pop in every now and again.

The only problem with this was that it left the emo in a…buzz?.

The weird buzzing feeling wasn’t bad just odd. It reminded him of that feeling that comes right before you fall asleep. Just the thought of it made him yawn.

Absolutely refusing to waste a good opportunity for a nap, that and not wanting to fall on his face, Virgil moved to lay on the couch in the common area. Placing on his headphones and closing his eyes, the dark side drifted off to sleep.

—–

It didn’t take long for Logan and Patton to walk into the commons.

Pat of course was the first one to spot the sleeping persona. Gingerly he moved next to the tired trait and gently shook his arm.

Anxiety’s eyes opened a smidge.

“Hey kiddo know that a nap sounds nice right about now, but wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you to sleep in your bed rather than the couch?”

Virgil didn’t reply instead, he streched out his arms and made some sleepy grabby hand motions. Patton of course was all to happy to comply, the emo was always clingy when he was sleepy.

Dad smiled as he began helping the younger up, in a half lean-half standing position. The half awake side wobbled a bit before simply wrapping his arms around the Father’s waist in a hug.

“D'aaw”

Pat gave the younger a pat on the head.

“Come on let’s get you to bed, right Logan?”

Apparently Anxiety didn’t realize Logic was there until Morality had mentioned him.

Slowly the youngest trait turned to the teacher with half lidded eyes and stretched out his hand. He managed to grip the Logical side’s watch, holding onto it firmly as he dragged him towards himself and Patton.

Logan of course tried to back away but unfortunately failed, as tired as he was, Virgil was rather strong.

The emo successfully dragged the trio into a group hug-well, he dragged them together, Patton was the one who wrapped his arms around the two.

“Aww, group hugs are the best!” Smiled the Father all giddy like.

Logan rolled his eyes fondly, his cheeks were currently a small tinge of red.

“Yes, I suppose they are”, he murmured distractedly as he stared entrancedley at Patton, they were still hugging.

“Yep, an’ now *yawn* Princey owes me fifty dollars”

Both Parent and Teacher jumped after hearing a small camera shutter sound. Turning they saw (a still sleepy) Virgil off to the side and on his stairs with his phone still in the pose of taking the picture.

Both ‘adults’ were very confused as to how the youngest trait managed to escape them so easily.

“How…how did you, do that-?” Stuttered Logic shocked. Patton’s face was easily mimicking that of his counter part.

The dark personality smirked clicking finger guns before heading up the stairs.

Patton and Logan just blinked.

After a moment Dad sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You know, sometimes I wonder about that boy”

Logic pushed his glasses up.

“I believe this is what happens when he gets too sleep deprived”

“Probably Teach”, shrugged Patton as he moved to sit on the couch, “you up for some Office re-runs?”

“Sure”

—-

It was late into the evening when Patton called them down for dinner. Logan was the only one who came down.

Roman was off questing so the Father didn’t expect him to show up but Virgil couldn’t possibly still be asleep, right?

Popping into the younger’s room with a knock, the Parental was surprised to find that Anxiety was not in his room. Frowning he checked with Thomas. The host was absent-mindedly watching TV, Virgil was nowhere to be found.

Now worried if the youngest had, for some reason, deemed it necessary to 'duck’ out again, Patton quickly grabbed Logan and went to look for Roman. This way all three of them could go find Virgil.

—–

Virgil couldn’t sleep, he had managed to drift off for a couple minutes on the couch but now he just wasn’t able to slip into unconsciousness.

Sighing he got up and headed to the one place that made him feel calm.

It was a small cove like area in Roman’s Kingdom. It was always nice and quiet, he was pretty sure it was inspired by 'How to Train Your Dragon’ but he digressed.

He found his usual “seat” a small space between large thick leaved trees. There were four things about this spot that always made him comfortable. There was a tree on the left, a tree on the right and a tree further back making a surprisingly straight triangle.

Here’s were it got better, just before the “back tree” as he called it, was a stump, it was smooth flat and decently round, perfect for sitting on. And with him sitting there he could easily and comfortably lean his back on well, 'the back tree’.

His spot was just perfect, no rain could get in because all the thick leaves were huge and angled downwards and away from the stump. It wasn’t too dark, nor to bright and the air was always fresh, especially when it rained, which coincidentally, it was now.

Sitting down on the stump and leaning back on the tree, Virgil relaxed to the sight, sounds and smells of the rain.

—-

Patton had all to easily found Roman, he was in the midst of saving a Princess from a Dragon. At the sight of his two-not three-counterparts Princey moved faster. The Dragon didn’t even see it coming and soon ducking, rolling and dodging meant Prince ended up with a beheaded fire breathing reptile. Even Logan was impressed with the tact and skill the Royal used.

With the Princess saved and sent on her way home via Roman’s horse. The Royal joined his two elder personas and set off to find Virgil.

—-

He was startled out of a light doze when something brushed against his fingers. Eyes snapping open Anxiety bit back a curse only to see that it was a harmless, though slightly wet rabbit sniffing his fingers.

A rare warm smile graced his lips as he reached down to stroke the fluffy creature. It let him pet it for a few times before hopping over and sitting on his shoe covered feet, seemingly quite content.

Virgil chuckled and let the rabbit be, it was warm and his toes were getting cold anyway. He leaned back again only to realize that there was more than just a rabbit with him.

There was a mother duck and her ducklings, a couple toads, a tortoise of all things and two deer, a mother and a fawn. All trying to get out of the rain and his spot was apparantly very good for that. He stayed quiet, happy  that the creatures trusted him enough to come close. He was about to close his eyes again, when from out of his peripherals he saw something getting tossed by the wind.

The next thing he knew, something small and wet had crashed onto his chest. Frowning he looked into his lap to see the wet and shivering mess that was a bluebird.

The creature had pretty little green eyes and one very dark feather that may have very well been navy blue. Gently Anxiety picked up the shaking creature and helped dry it off using his hoodie sleeves.

All the other animals seemed intent on staring at him during the process but for once he didn’t mind the attention. By the time he finished the little bird was a little puff ball.

Laughing, he gently smoothed down the creature’s feathers and it chirped out a thank you before fluttering to his shoulder and nuzziling his cheek.

He held out a finger and the blue bird perched on it.

“You’re one of Roman’s birds aren’t you?”

He received and affirmative chirp.

“Hmm, *yawn* I wonder what he’s up to…”

The bird didn’t respond this time, not that it mattered to him, all he knew was that he was warm and the smell of the rain was making him sleepy.

He barely noticed when the bird flew off his finger, his eyes had already slipped closed.

—-

The blind search hadn’t gone on for long when the trio was stopped…by a blue bird?

Logan was utterly confused as to why this little creature was chirping at them, well more accurately chirping at Roman.

“It says that 'the dark one’ wants to know what I’m doing” translated Prince with a frown.

“The Dark one as in a Witch or Virgil?” Asked Patton with a quirked brow.

“I don’t know, let me ask”

“Roman I highly doubt a bird is going to tell us where-”

“It says that 'the dark one’ looks like us, im willing to bet it's  Virgil, let’s follow it”

With that Roman took off, Patton following.

“Right behind you kiddo!”

Logan rolled his eyes, thoroughly questioning his mental state to be following a bird.

—-

“Shh, don’t wake him”

“Don’t disturb the animals either”

“Well we have to get to him somehow”

Virgil opened a bleary eye at hearing voices.

Dad was the first to notice, nudging his elbow onto Prince’s side, he tilted his head, gesturing to the youngest.

“Ro, he’s up, go get him”

As much as the Royal wanted to grumble, this was his Kingdom, the animals were less likely to attack him for moving their new ward.

Gently he moved towards the sleepy emo and removed the rabbit from off his feet. Virgil, still very much half-actually less than that-awake, streched out his hands and made grabby hand motions at Roman. The Prince smiled and easily picked him up bridal style, the emo happily curled onto his chest and drifted off.

Roman bit back a chuckle, Virgil was always clingy when he was tired.

—–

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prompty prompt for lancey lance langsty langst- theres absolutely no fucking way he lets anyone know if he gets sick, and absolutely NO FUCKING WAY he doesnt push himself until he drops cuz "i thought id be fine" "YOU PASSED OUT IN TRAINING" "i thought id be fine?" "L A N C E"

Yes!

Lance didn’t want to leave his bed today, he didn’t want to push himself. His throat felt as though someone took a cheese grater to it and his eye felt like someone tied anchors to them. His head felt as though someone stuffed it with cotton and everytime he cough, pained rippled throughout his body. I should stay in bed today.  He closed his eyes to sleep just a few ticks longer when a knock echoed throughout his room, causing Lance to groan in pain. 

“Lance! You awake?” Another knock. “Come on, you’re going to be late if you don’t come out soon.” Keith’s voice held little emotion and Lance dragged himself into a sitting position on his bed. 

Lance cleared his throat, wincing slightly at the discomfort in his throat. “Be right out, I’ll met you at the table.” He prayed that Keith didn’t hear anything different in his voice but after a few ticks, he heard footsteps start to walk away from his room. 

Lance pushed himself out of bed, wobbly walking to his bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look sick, well not yet. Lance only looked sicked the second day. He rubbed his eyes, clearing his throat again and grabbed a towel to wipe his face down. The team can’t know, nobody can know. I can’t bring them down. What if they need me? I can't be sick, I need to be tip top shape in order to be the Blue Paladin. I’m not even that sick, I’ll be fine. It’s just a head cold after all, I’ve dealt with them before. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror, sighing silently and exiting the room to get change. I’ll be fine. 

-

Breakfast went by mostly undisturbed but not completely. Lance was quiet, he attempted to say as little as possible. He didn’t want to risk the team hearing his voice or making his throat hurt more than it needed to. 

“How did you sleep Lance?” Shiro asked as he took a sip of what everyone consider coffee. 

Lance nodded his head and forced a “fine” out of his throat, hiding the crack by a cough. 

“You feeling okay bud?” Hunk asked as he scooped up a spoonful of goo. 

Lance nodded again, keeping his mouth shut. They can’t know. 

“Good morning paladins! Training in 10 on the deck!” Coran smiled as he entered the dining room, grabbing himself a piece of toast. 

Lance pushed himself away from the table, giving everyone a quick smile before he bolted out of the room. 

-

Training didn’t go as smoothly as Lance would have liked. Shiro wanted everyone to work on cardio and usually Lance was the fastest paladin but not today. He could barely do a lap before his throat started to burn with the air movement and his lungs started to stutter, resulting in Lance failing into a fit of coughs. 

He pushed of his teammates concern, “I just breathed in some dirt. I’m fine.” 

Shrio frowned at the Blue Paladin, pulling him up from the ground and patting his back. “Well try to be careful.” He turned his attention towards the other paladins, “alright everyone, up next bot training.” 

They all started on level five, working together to take down bot after bot. Lance pushed through the dizziness that consumed his eyes and shot a bot down that was going after Pidge. 

“Thanks Lance!” She turned towards another bot and Lance gave her a tiny smile. Keep going. He turned and started firing at the new bots that fell from the ceiling, keeping them away from his teammates. He felt another cough threaten to bubble up to the surface. His limbs felt heavy and his gun started to shake, making him miss a few bots. 

One managed to clip Hunk’s side, sending the yellow paladin sideway. Hunk screamed and Keith ran towards the bot that hit him, “Lance! Cover me!” 

Lance nodded, his vision swimming and coughs burning in throat as he attempted to bring air into his lungs without coughing it up. He aimed at the bot running after Keith and shot it down, completely unaware of the bot that appeared behind him. 

“Lance! Look out!” Shiro ran at the bot, his arm glowing purple and Lance quickly spun, hitting the metal object with his gun. He felt his legs wobble and soon the floor quickly met his head. 

The entire training deck was quiet for a split second before Keith was screaming for the bots to stop, Shiro running over and falling next to the Blue Paladin.  

“Lance?! Lance! Come on, wake up!” Shrio shook the boy gently, finally realizing how hot he was.

“Did he get hit?!” Hunk fell down next to his friend, pulling the chest peice off him, hoping to make breathing slightly easier. 

Shiro shook is head and placed his human hand on his head. “He’s burning up, he must be sick. Let’s get him to medical.” 

-

Lance awoke with a cool rag on his head and blankets piled up on him. How did I get into my bed? 

“You’re awake.” Shiro stood from his seat in the room, placing whatever book he was reading down. 

Lance closed his eyes, nodding slightly. “How did I get here? We were training right?” 

Shiro laughed slightly, “yes we were. We took you down to medical after you fell, thinking you were hit but it turns out you were just sick, pods can’t heal that. Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling good?” Shiro sat down on the edge of the bed. 

Lance swallowed, ignoring the dull pain that came with it, “I thought I’d be fine.” 

“You passed out while training! Do you realize how dangerous that is? You could have been hurt a lot worse than a simple fall.” Shiro ran his hand through his hair, staring at the tanner boy. 

Lance smiled weakly, “I thought I’d be fine.” 

“Lance.” Shiro chuckled and stood from the bed. “You get the rest of the day and two more days off. Get better alright? We need our paladin back.” 

Lance gave Shiro a smile, letting it fall as soon as Shiro left the room. I hope they don’t need me, I can’t be a burden to long. 

Sick Lance is so good tbh 

I hope you like it!

Thank you! 

An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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Ao3 Link

Summary:  After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?

This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.

Chapter 1

Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.

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Family Ties

Request: @widowsfics   The last one ( I swear) 4 and 11 with Steve

@vashanatasha   11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“ with Stevie 🙏🏻

Prompts: 4)“I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Words: 1156

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy 

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.

“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.

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161206 Melon Radio SVT - Dorm Stories

(The members will tell a story about a member’s behaviour that is weird or out of place in the dorm aka complaining about your members)

SK : The8′s expression really shows that he really want to talk about something is really outstanding. Yes, The8.

The8 : I really have something to say.

SK : Who? Who? Who? To who?

The8 : To Vernon

SK : Ah~ Vernon

The8 : I usually like the dorm to be in clean and neat state. Our Vernon-ie really didn’t clean up his clothes. 

MG : That’s true.

The8 : From Aju Nice era till now, I think he didn’t clean up his clothes.

SK : Wait a minute. If you said Aju Nice, it was from July. Even after 5 month, you still didn’t clean up the mess. Is there any witness for this incident?

MG : I have an additional statement to give.

SK : Additional statement, please go ahead.

MG : Do you remember the day we moved into the new dorm? Do you know the green box that we brought together on that day?

SK : Ah, the moving goods?

MG : We still have that box.

DN : That was enough

MG : It’s not like we still have the box, but the box is still there in it’s original state and on top of it, there are clothes pilling up and the green box is starting to get buried. I think he’s always ready to move out.

SK : Wait a minute. I think we cannot just let it pass without hearing to Vernon’s story.

VN : I don’t think you need to listen to it. Actually I don’t have anything to say about this.

JH : Vernon, is that green box your treasure?

VN : No, it’s just that without I realizing it, pilling up clothes on the green box was comfortable for me.

SK : Vernon, because we talked about this while laughing, you might think that we are just joking, really, please clean up soon! We already moved to the new dorm for 10 month, what were you doing until now still didn’t clean up? That’s what we want to say to him.

VN : Actually I was just staying still waiting for when will this story will be brought up. So it came out here. Sorry.

JH : So you were watching and waiting (our reactions)

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