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002 || Stranger Things

Request: noneeee

Summary- The group plan to track down the remaining numbers, but Eleven can only find 002. They convince Steve to drive them all the way to her whereabouts, and he’s forced to make a rash decision.

A/N: I’m honestly buzzed for this, so this is my kind of take on for season 3 in personal opinions, feel free to send me requests of what you’d like to see within the next few written things bc this will be a series. I’d love to incorporate some of your guys ideas (will obvs credit) bc yeah, but this is merely based after Season 2 and on my own ideas.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, you're German, right? I've got a huge favour to ask of you. I've been studying German for a few years, and I plan on studying there for a year. Before that, I wanna improve my language skills, so I've been wondering if you could tell me about some good original German movies? I don't want to watch dubbed ones, I've heard they're horrible. Thank you so much! Love your blog, by the way.

Dubbed movies aren’t actually half bad - at least to movies dubbed in other languages. Trust me, I’ve watched both Spanish and French dubbed movies, they were way worse. This is what we like to call “Jammern auf hohem Niveau” - complaining even though everything is pretty good. You’ll find that Germans are a people of complainers; we like to complain about everything. We are never content :) 

Still, I’m really really excited that you’re interested in my culture and HELL YES THERE ARE A BUNCH OF AWESOME GERMAN MOVIES. Here are some highly acclaimed ones and some of my favourites, I hope all links work. 

  • 12 Meter ohne Kopf (a movie about a German pirate, who allegedly walked 12 meters after being beheaded in order to save his crew)
  • Auf der anderen Seite (a really bautiful sort of episodic movie connecting the lives of three families, both German and Turkish)
  • Barfuss (a movie about a girl suffering from PTSD, who is saved mostly accidentally from committing suicide by a dude cleaning the clinic she is in, and then follows him around everywhere, and they fall in love. Seriously, onely one of two movies by Til Schweiger worth watching)
  • Buddenbrooks (the story of a very rich merchant family and their downfall…a really famour book adaptation)
  • Das Boot (a movie about a German submarine and its crew during World War II. 100& must-see)
  • Das Experiment (A movie about a psychology experiment in prison, and how people react when given free reign over others. This should come with a huge trigger warning. It’s awesome, but also really super disturbing)
  • Das Leben der Anderen (You might’ve heard of that one, since it received an Oscar. It deals with surveillance in East Germany, and is, also, a must-see).
  • Das weiße Band (A movie about the oppressive and rigid society pre-World War I children grew up in.)
  • Das Wunder von Bern (This movie mixes the football world championships of 1954 (soccer for heathens who call other stuff football) and the story of a family that has to re-learn to live with each other when the father comes home after being a war captive for like…12 years MUST SEE)
  • Der Baader Meinhof Komplex (movie about famous German left extremists, the RAF and their terrorist attacks)
  • Der Schuh des Manitu (THE single best German comedy to ever exist. It makes fun of Cowboy movies/books that are super popular in Germany. You’ll cry of laughter seeing Native Americans with a Bavarian accent - which also means your language level should be really high, or you won’t understand a thing. Uh, obviously don’t watch if you think white comedians playing Native Americans is racist even when it’s satire)
  • Der Untergang (the last days in thr life of Adolf Hitler. You’ll probably have heard of that one, too. MUST SEE)
  • Die Blechtrommel (God, I don’t know how to describe this one. Basically, a movie about a child who decides he doesn’t want to grow anymore and observes the world of the adults around him?)
  • Die Fälscher (again, dealing with World War II, and people in concentration camps who were tasked with copying money of other countries)
  • Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei (a movie about three rebels who break into rich people’s houses only to rearrange their furniture and tell them to revise their morals - until one of them catches them in the act and they abduct him for a weekend. MUST SEE)
  • Die Feuerzangenbowle (THE classic movie. about the German school system. An older guy pretending to be a student at an elite high school. Also gave the name to a drink you will find a lot on Christmas markets)
  • Effie Briest (another novel adaptation about a young woman whose marriage is arranged and who loses everything when she cheats on her husband)
  • Ein Freund von mir (two guys who are completely different building a very strange friendship)
  • Elementarteilchen (about the lives of two brothers who were separated after birth, and the completely different lives they lead)
  • Fack Ju Göhte (no links yet, it only came out last year, a new comedy about the German school system, and absolute must-see, if you happen to find a link one day)
  • Gegen die Wand (a Turkish girl fake-marrying a German addict in an attempt to escae her family. MUST SEE)
  • Goodbye Lenin (a beautiful movie/comedy about a family and the German reunification. MUST SEE)
  • Im Winter ein Jahr (a family dealing with the loss of their son/brother)
  • Kabale und Liebe (a superb adaptation of Schiller’s play. bsjdhkdjk)
  • Kebab Connection (…I don’t even know how to describe this movie. Just watch it. Very multi/transcultural and hilarious)
  • Keinohrhasen (a douche has to do community service at a kindergarten - and finds that the girl he used to bully as a kid is now his superior. uh-oh. It’s super funny)
  • Kirschblüten - Hanami  (a dude travelling to Japan to understand and be close to his late wife) 
  • Lola rennt ( a movie about a couple in a dangerous situation - and three possible outcomes)
  • Schiller (ah boy, this was a TV production, so I couldn’t find a link. A brilliant movie about the life of Germany’s best playwright, if you ask me)
  • Soul Kitchen (a comedy about a guy trying to keep his restaurant afloat and keeping his brother out of a life of petty crime)
  • Sophie Scholl - die letzten Tage (a movie about the last days in the life of Sophie Scholl and her brother, who were part of the resistance against the Nazis)
  • Vincent will Meer (a guy with tourette syndrom, a girl with an eating disorder and a guy with OCD break out of their psychiatric clinic to go to the sea. MUST SEE)
  • Was nützt die Liebe in Gedanken? ( a movie based on a real story, about a group of teenagers vowing to commit suicide once they do not feel any love anymore)
  • Wer früher stirbt ist länger tot (a comedy about a kid who does a lot of nonsense and when told that he is the reason his mother dies, blames himself, feares that he has to go to hell, and tries to make up for his sins by finding his dad a new wife. Hilarious. Again, tho, super strong Bavarian accent, beware!)

And if you want to watch a few good German TV-shows:

  • Türkisch für Anfänger (ABSOLUTE MUST SEE TV SERIES OMG WATCH IT!!! It deals with a German-Turkish patchwork family and it is hilarious)
  • Tatort Münster (basically a procedural crime show. There are a lot of Tatorts, but this is the only one that is always good. you’ll find a lot of the episodes on youtube)
  • Der letzte Zeuge (a show about a coroner solving crimes)

“I’m not going to fight you,” the protagonist said. “I don’t believe in violence.”

“Oh good,” the antagonist snapped. “That will make it so much easier to kill you. Would you mind doing me a huge favour and putting your head on the chopping block too.”

“You seem a bit distressed.”

“Pick up the bloody sword, on your honour!”

“On my honour,” the protagonist returned, “I will not.”

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7 rowaelin

Fake Relationship: Aelin begs Rowan to be her fake boyfriend for an event to prove a point to her creepy neighbour, Arobynn. 

One thing Aelin hated more than anything was taking out the trash. Maybe it was her laziness, or maybe it was the fact that the last three times she’d gone to take it out she’d had the unfortunate luck of bumping into her creepy neighbour Arobynn. She glanced over at the trash for the sixth or seventh time, and groaned, when she realised she had no other choice but to take it out. 

She made it outside and was half way back to her apartment, when footsteps sounded behind her, and the voice she hated so much echoed down the corridor.

“Aelin! Just the girl I was looking for!” Arobynn’s pace quickened, until he was stood in front of her.

“Oh, Arobynn, I didn’t see you there!” Aelin looked past him, calculating all the ways she could get out of this situation and back into her apartment. 

“I know you’re a busy person, but I was wondering whether you’d like to join me at an art gallery opening tomorrow night… as my date?” Arobynn smiled widely, stepping closer to Aelin, making her escape impossible. 

“I’m honoured you asked me, but I have a boyfriend.” Nothing like a little white lie to get him off her back. 

“Oh I see. Well, I have an extra ticket, why don’t you bring him along? I would love to meet him.” Aelin couldn’t help but laugh to herself; she’d love to meet her boyfriend too. 

“That’s really kind, but we have plans tomorrow. Maybe another time.” 

“I insist Aelin, it would be rude to turn me down.” 

Gods, if only she had taken the trash out earlier when she’d walked Fleetfoot. Now she had to come up with an imaginary boyfriend in less than 24 hours, and she’d have to sacrifice her evening of take out and movies for some art gallery opening. Arobynn walked away, a satisfied smile on his face, she slowly started to walk back to her apartment, when a door opened and out stepped her other neighbour, Rowan. He was rarely seen, but she’d bumped into him a couple of times. The first time she’d seen him, she’d been taken aback by his looks, and now looking at him, she got the same warm fuzzy feeling she had the first time. 

Rowan stopped a few steps away, making Aelin realise she had been staring. 

“You should take a picture… it’ll last longer.” 

The idea that had popped into her head was crazy, and she was sure he would say no. But she had to try. 

“Rowan, I need to ask you a huge favour…” 

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t have asked someone else.” Rowan hadn’t smiled at all since arriving at the art gallery. To be honest, he hadn’t really smiled all evening. He’d knocked on her door at six thirty exactly, and they’d sat in silence the entire car journey. 

“I asked you because you were convenient, and you never do anything in the evenings. I don’t know why you’re so grumpy anyway, you’re getting the better end of the deal.” 

He didn’t give a reply, instead he slipped his arm through hers and they made their way around the art gallery, acting like the perfect couple; just waiting for Arobynn to see, and then they could leave and never talk again. 

It took a solid half an hour before Arobynn found them; he’d walked over with a grim expression on his face and proceeded to ignore Rowan completely, whilst taking Aelin’s hand and kissing it. 

“It’s so nice you could make it. I see you bought our lovely neighbour, Ronan.” 

“It’s Rowan, and he’s my boyfriend.” Aelin tried not to sound too pissed off, but she was apparently failing miserably, as Rowan nudged her in the side. 

“We don’t have to pretend Aelin, it’s nice that you tried though.” He went to speak again when an older women tapped him on the shoulder, his attention shifted to her, and Aelin and Rowan stood awkwardly, tempted to walk away but not quite sure how to do so without drawing his attention again. 

Aelin was just about ready to pull Rowan away when Arobynn turned back towards them and focused his attention on Rowan’s arm around Aelin’s waist. 

“Sorry about that. Well, where were we? Oh, yes. You’re cute little attempt at convincing me you were together.” 

“Look Arobynn, if you’re just going to sta-” Aelin was cut off when Rowan bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Everything in her body went still at that whisper of a kiss, she was pulling away when Rowan’s arms slid around her waist entirely and he continued the kiss, his grip tightening on her. The feel of his body pressed against hers sent tingles down her spine, and it felt like second nature when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back with everything she had. 

Aelin couldn’t be sure how long they stayed that way, but soon enough there was a throat being cleared, and Arobynn looked like he was ready to murder Rowan. Instead, he merely gave a small nod of his head towards Aelin and sauntered off into the crowd. 


The journey home felt as awkward as it did on the way there, but for completely different reasons. They hadn’t spoken since the kiss, and Aelin was sure that they probably wouldn’t speak again. 

Rowan surprised her, however, when before she had stepped inside her apartment he called out and said, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7. Don’t be late.” 

She didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. 

Send me numbers! 

Fun In The Shower  (M) // BamBam & Kim Yugyeom

Pairing: Bam Bam x Reader x Yugyeom

Genre: Smut, threesome, shower sex

Summary; Upon having to call in a favour and use GOT7′s shower due to your water being shut off, you get more than your bargained for when Yugyeom and BamBam decide to surprise you with a proposition you can’t refuse.

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Non-Asian Trainee || Bangtan Reaction


It was like any other dance practice for the boys that day. Learn new choreography, practice, break, practice, go over old songs, break, one last run through and then go home.

They were on their second run through when they heard commotion in the hall. There were voices coming from the hall as the song finally ended. The boys watched as Namjoon stumbled slightly at the last pose because of the distraction.

Jimin and Yoongi reached out quickly to steady their friend as there was a knock on the practice room door.

Nobody bothered them when they were practicing, so they knew it must have been important. They could just make out the figure of Bang PDnim standing outside the studio.

“Come in.” The choreographer called out. The boys lined up quickly, Namjoon, being the leader, in front. They greeted PDnim as they always did and he quickly greeted them back.

He knew they were tired. He could see the sweat dripping down their foreheads and the way their chests heaved. But this had to be done because he knew this was the best group to help the new trainee into the company.

“So as you boys know, we’re been looking for someone new to bring in tot he company. Well, we’ve finally managed to find someone and I brought her here to ask you guys a huge favour. I was hoping you guys would be able to help her out and show her around today, instead of continuing dance practice.”

The boys quickly agreed and nodded, secretly happy to not have to continue with dance practice. They were also excited to meet the new trainee and see what she was like.

“Thank you so much!” PDnim quickly thanked the boys before calling the girl in from the hall. She slowly stepped into the room and shyly waved at the group, surprised that she was finally meeting the group who inspired her.

“Hi. My name is Y/N. I’m the new trainee and I’m very excited to be working with you today and getting to know you all.”

(each one is a different scenario, not all boys fall in love at once)

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I’ve always thought that a Stony!The Mummy AU would be awesome and I’ve talked about it quite a few times. This night, I felt like writing something and this popped into my mind! 

“Are you sure this man knows where the city of the dead is?” Tony asked, glancing up at the Cairo prison warily before eyeing Clint.

“I’m pretty sure,” Clint assured Tony, beckoning Tony to follow him as they approached the front gates. “A friend of mine told me that he had been found near there.”

“On his own?” Tony questioned, nodding politely to the guard who opened the gate for them. “That would be a stupid thing to do.”

Clint snickered but shook his head. “Nope, he was a captain of a foreign legion,” He stopped in his tracks for a moment before looking around. “He was captured by the enemy…well, his enemy.”

“Shame.” Tony murmured, his eyes softening sadly.

“Indeed.” Clint agreed.

After locating the warden and asking for the captain, Steve Rogers was his name, they were escorted over to his cell.

“I’ve gotta warn you,” The warden said, his English heavily accented. “He’s a feisty one,” He then frowned deeply. “Knocked two of my men out before we managed to pin him down.”

Tony didn’t have time to react to that surprising fact when the door behind the cell opened and a man was dragged out, grunting. His hands were in front of him, cuffed, and he was struggling against the slowly weakening holds of the guards.

Well the captain has seen better days, Tony thought as he took in the man’s tattered form. His hair was past his shoulders, dirty blonde, and extremely tangled. He had a full beard of the same color, probably darkened from dust and dirt. He was brought down to kneel, another loud grunt escaping his lips, before he looked up at them with startlingly clear blue eyes.

Steve Rogers looked tense, all muscle bunched up like a tiger who was about to pounce at any chance he could.

Tony took a cautious step forward, unaware of Clint who outstretched his arm a little, having gone into protection mode. Tony took another step before shaking his head slightly, finding it a little humorous and appaling that he was treating this man like he was a dangerous animal.

He did look like one, in a way, with narrowing eyes and a frown marring his features.

Tony needed to talk to this man though and went to bend down in front of him before a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, Tony realized that it was Clint’s.

“Don’t worry,” Clint said, his voice serious. “I’ve got it.”

Tony pouted, displeased but barely noticed Steve watching him before he turned his attention to Clint.

“So,” Clint said, squatting in front of the bars. “Hamunaptra? You know it?”

“Who’s asking?” Steve asked roughly, his voice deep and hoarse.

“I am,” Clint then gestured to Tony. “We are, we want to know where it is.”

“Why?” Steve looked genuinely curious. “Most people who go there never come out alive.” A bitter laugh then fell from his lips. “Except for me.”

“Well we’ve never shied away from an adventure,” Clint grinned. “Besides, you’d be making Tony here very happy,”

“Clint.” Tony warned and Steve looked at him once again, holding his gaze, until Tony suddenly found his shoes awfully interesting. Why on earth did his cheeks feel warm all of a sudden?

“So, will you help?” Clint asked, hoping for a positive response.

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding his head over to Tony. “I’d like to speak with him before I decide anything.”

Tony looked up, eyes widened slightly while Clint shook his head.

“No, this is between you and me-” Clint began, a tinge of protest in his voice but Tony pushed him aside, uncaring of the loud yelp that Clint gave as he met the ground.

Steve and Tony stared at each other for the fourth time in ten minutes. Tony did his best to not look away, meeting Steve’s gaze dead on.

A few moments passed and Steve finally spoke, “Why should I help you?”

“Because you want to.” Tony stated.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Listen,” Tony started. “I don’t know if you’re a good man or not but I do know that you have the same thirst for adventure that my brother and I do.” He then smiled. “You wouldn’t deprive a fellow adventurer an experience of a lifetime, you’d feel bad.”

At that, Steve laughed and it was oddly nice to hear without the bitterness swirled in.

“You don’t know me at all.” Steve told him and Tony shrugged.

“It’s true, I don’t,” Tony admitted. “But I need this and you’d be doing me a huge favour.”

Those words hung between them, and Tony stayed quiet as he allowed Steve to soak up those words. It was then he sighed before lifting up a hand and gesturing Tony closer.

“No, closer.” He commanded when Tony wasn’t near enough and Tony moved in until the unexpected happened.

A warm and rough hand grabbed his chin before pulling him in for a hard kiss. Tony’s breath hitched, too stunned to do anything. Steve’s lips were chapped but feel hot against his own, a swipe of tongue on his bottom lip that sent Tony’s mind reeling.

It felt like forever but it was only a few seconds before Clint dragged Tony, yelling at the man as the guards hit Steve on the back.

“Then get me out of here!” Steve shouted before he forced out of the holding cell.

“Tony, are you alright?” Clint asked, alarmed and checking him over but Tony wasn’t listening. He was busy replaying the kiss in his mind, passionate and so much like a lover’s. It had been a long time since he been kissed like that and he found himself short of breath.

But he was soon brought back to reality when he heard,

“Bring him to the execution stand!” The warden yelled, enraged and Tony knew he had to save Steve, no matter what the cost.

Dua Request

So there was this rlly amazing sister that would always end up in the prayer room at the same time as me. She would always pull treats out of her bag and wouldn’t let you leave without sharing some with her because she wanted to reward of sharing and eating together. She was honestly one of the kindest and warm people I have ever met in my life.

I didn’t see her for a while so I figured she left or moved or something… But one day a close friend if hers stopped me on my way to class and told me she had passed away. She didn’t have any family and lived alone… So can you guys do me a huge favour and pray for her? Her name was Maryam

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Bully Beware

Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous

dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence

A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing. 

Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer. 

“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office. 

“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?” 

“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-” 

“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..” 

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as a healthy person 

  • you don’t get to tell chronically ill people you wish you were ill because they can stay home and don’t havee to go places or do this and that
  • you don’t get to act like you know everything about someone’s illness, be it just because or because you know someonoe else with a similar illness, you don’t get to act like you know better than them, suggest they try yoga or drink more water or do this and that.
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people are not doing enough and if they wanted to, they could be healthy and it’s completely their fault they aren’t
  • you don’t get to argue with chronically ill people about being ableist, if someone chronically ill says you are being ableist, then what you need to do is listen to them and learn 
  • you don’t get to make someone’s illness the only topic of your conversation, you don’t get to act like it’s suddenly okay to keep pointing out the way their body looks or doesn’t look because they’re ill 
  • you don’t get to tell people ‘but you don’t look sick!’ or on the contrary ‘you look terrible, just do something with yourself!’, some illnesses are invisible and that doesn’t make them less an illness, some illnesses are visible due to acommodations etc. but it’s not up to you to decide whether a person is ill depending on their appearance
  • you don’t get to tell us ‘everyone gets tired sometimes!’ or ‘everyone feels a bit bad sometimes’ and dismiss our struggle like that. 
  • you don’t get to act like you know what it is like to be chronically ill or in chronic pain if you are not the one experiencing that 
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people owe you an explanation, have justify their limitations etc. 
  • you don’t get to act like people who are friends with chronically ill people are saints and are doing the world a huge favour by putting up with a chronically ill person and how brave they’re for that ,,, truly what the hell
  • you don’t get to guilt trip disabled people and yell at them because them being ill is difficult for you 
  • you can educate yourself and be respectful and supportive instead

as chronically ill people 

  • sometimes we just don’t have a choice, we get limited, we can’t do many things we wish we could do, we have to give up activities that we used to love, being limited by an illness is not a choice and it’s not fun and it’s not us being lazy 
  • we face sexist system in which women are often dismissed, told they are exaggerating when it comes to their pain, are told they’re just sensitive girls, our symptoms are dismissed and yet when i bring up sexism in healthcare many people don’t believe it actually exists
  • we are told ableism doesn’t actually exist 
  • we are the ones who determine what doing our best means 
  • we don’t want pity, we don’t need your pity, saying all we want is to be pitied is just plain wrong 
  • we face many difficulties every single day that become just normal or part of a routine
  • for some of us there is constant pain 
  • maybe we have better days, for some of us no days are good by your definition, it doesn’t mean that by wanting to do something fun we are suddenly healthy and all other things were made up and we are using the illness as an excuse
  • we are allowed to love things and want to experience things and have fun and we have feelings? and yet some people act that the only way you can be fully human is to be healthy   
  • we also face ableism in a form of healthy people who think they can somehow ‘save us’ or change us 
  • we really fucking rock and are incredible
It’s A Hard Life Living With A Demon

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

Title: It’s A Hard Life Living With A Demon.

Genre: Angst, demonau! and soon to be smut.

Member: Xiumin.

Word Count: 1901.

Description: A teacher should never want his student in such ways, but this time it’s a little different to your normal teacher x student love story.

You walked into the classroom just as the bell rang. Hani was hot on your heels as you found a seat and put your bag on the desk you chose to sit at. You took your books out as the classroom began to fill with the other students making up the numbers for your history class. Everyone was chatting as you pulled out your pens and sat them on your textbook.

“So, did you end up getting lucky on Saturday night?” Hani turned to you with a knowing grin on her face. She leant in closer to you, a little too close if you weren’t completely used to her and only her being two centimetres from your face.

“No, it was so weird though” You sighed as you found yourself rolling your eyes and Hani frowned at you with a tilt of her head.

“Why, what happened?” She asked and you scoffed.

“So, he was all over me on the dance floor right? Well, he’s the one who invited me to his place. But as soon as we got there he was all like make yourself comfortable and we wound up laying on his bed talking about his ex that cheated on him!” You threw your hands up and Hani began to laugh loudly

.“Oh my god he turned you into his counsellor!” She began to clap as a few of your classmates turned around to look at her.

“Shut up Hani!” You hissed, slapping her on the arm as her head collapsed on her arms resting on the table.

“That is so funny” She snorted as she slowly calmed down and you scoffed.

“Whatever” The door swung open once again and a rushed man came into the classroom, dumping his stuff on the table before his whole body stiffened. The whole class watched as his head tilted back and his eyes closed, not that they could see what he was actually doing. 

The man composed himself and you found yourself moving forward in your seat to catch a look at the teacher that so effortlessly made your whole class silent. Your breath stopped, the man himself only looked like he had freshly finished his school years. His hair wasn’t gelled but it was brushed out of his face, it was fluffy and you instantly felt the need to run your fingers through his hair. His face was innocent, something that normally wouldn’t fit such a well-built body but it worked perfectly on him.

“Ok, I apologise for being so late, there was some paperwork I still had to fill out. But that’s all over now so let’s jump straight into it, shall we? My name is Kim Minseok, but I would rather Xiumin or you can call me Minseok if you want because there are too many Mr Kim’s here. But this doesn’t make us friends ok? I expect you all to get your work done and the appropriate punishments will be put in place if it isn’t done” He rose an eyebrow at the students in front of him and you sunk back in your seat.

 His eyes scanned the people filling the seats in front of him as he tried to find the one who was making him struggle to hold himself back, and they weren’t even close to him yet. Minseok’s eyes found you watching Hani dedicatedly put her name and class subject on the front of her book with her bright coloured texters. Instantly he knew it was you causing the inner battle he was having with himself. You were the one making his demon self burn with desire.

“Firstly, I’m going to hand out our first assignment, we’re going to be studying this a lot in class so don’t freak out too much. When I call your name I would appreciate if you could come up and get the paperwork for the assignment, I’ll be marking the roll at the same time so I can start putting names to faces” His hands were clasped in front of him and your chin came to rest on your waiting hand as you picked up your pen with the other. 

You knew it was going to be a long wait for you. When it was finally your name being called out you made sure not to waste Minseok’s time and quickly made your way to his table.

 The stapled papers were already held up waiting for you to take them and Minseok marked you as here on the roll before looking at you. His eyes were the blackest you had ever seen and your lips parted slightly as you tried not to let y our jaw drop, he was inhumanely stunning. The look in his eyes was dark and he struggled to speak as the paper fell into your hands.

“Here you go, feel free to come and ask me anything you need help with” A smile was forced your way and he quickly put his head back down as you nodded.

“Will do” A quiet grunt left him as one of his hands formed a fist, you pretended not to notice and quickly made your way back to your seat next to Hani.

“Great, now I’m pretty sure our history teacher doesn’t like me” You muttered making Minseok’s ears perk up as he heard your voice.

“Don’t be so negative Y/N, the guy is new, give him some time to get comfortable with the class” Hani nudged you and you let out a sigh.


You rushed out of the classroom with Hani as the bell rung, she stuck close to you. You entered the flooding halls and the two of you were nudged and shoved as you did your best to get to your locker. She let go of you as you passed her locker and after a couple meters you reached yours.

A groan escaped you as you lift your bag into the locker and took out the things you no longer needed. The hall began to thin out and Hani approached you as you shut your locker door.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, do you wanna come or meet me in the canteen?” She asked as soon as she approached you with a tight grip on the strap of her bag.

“Um, I’ll-”

“Y/N!” A voice yelling out cut you off and you looked in the direction of your principle rushing towards you.

“Mr Kim?” 

“Y/N I need you to do me a favour, can you bring your stuff too? I’ll let your teachers know that you’re doing something for me”

“Well, I got the answer to my question” Hani gave a salute and bowed to the principle before rushing off in the direction of the bathroom

.“Mr Kim, what’s wrong?” You asked, he looked troubled and you grew worried immediately, it was in your nature to care for everyone around you.

“Just call me Suho from now on. Minseok, he is your history teacher isn’t he?” You nodded and Suho sighed in relief.

“Good, I need you to do me a huge favour. Normally I would ask another teacher to do this but there is only me who can fill in for one class. Minseok isn’t feeling well and I don’t think he is capable of driving himself home, do you have your licence yet?” You nodded again, eyes wide in astonishment.

“Suho, you know I’m just a student I shouldn’t-” You sputtered.

“I know. But I need your help, there isn’t anyone else I can rely on to reassure me Minseok will get home safely” Suho cut off and you let out a sigh as you finally nodded.

“Ok, I’ll help him” You answered and he perked up immediately.

“Great. Thank you so much, Y/N. Minseok’s office is just passed the history rooms, he should be in there. If you ask him for his keys and take him home that would mean the world to me” Suho rushed out with his hands landing on your shoulders, spinning you to face the direction you had just come from.

“Thanks, Y/N” His hand gave your shoulder a squeeze and he rushed off.

“No problem, oh, he’s gone” You blinked and shook your head.

“I have to do this for him I guess” 

“Minseok?” Your fist knocked on the door gently that you found yourself standing in front of and a groan resonated from the office

.“Come in, Y/N” You opened the door and stepped into the room, being met with Minseok slouching over his desk, his head resting on his folded arms.

“Suho,” You paused, it felt weird calling your principle by his first name

.“Suho asked me to drive you home, where are your keys Minseok? Is there anything else you need to take with you?” You asked and one of his arms reached into the pocket of his pants as he sat up so you could see his face, he looked exhausted, sweat was glistening on his face as he took in a deep breath and held out the keys for you.

“I have some papers to take with me and my jacket, but it’s too hot to wear” He rasped and you nodded, quickly moving forward to take the keys from his hand. Your bag slipped off your shoulders and you unzipped it.

“I’m going to put your stuff in my bag, ok?” You told him what you were doing in case you were invading his privacy. Minseok was sunk down in his seat, his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he nodded and a deep breath left him.

“You know, you sound a lot older than someone who is my student” Minseok breathed out as he listened to you making room in your bag for his things.

“My mother raised me to be a mature person sir”

“Minseok” He reminded and you hummed.

His hands were gripping onto his chair tightly, making sure he kept his urges back until the perfect timing arrived.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear your jacket Minseok? It’s so cold outside that even my jacket isn’t enough, you’ll freeze out there” Minseok sat up and blinked, shaking his head slowly as he looked at you.

“No, you should wear it, the cold won’t affect me and you’ll be better off with it” He stood up and you blinked as he took the simple suit jacket off the back of his chair and stepped towards you hesitantly.

 “Minseok I shouldn’t wear your jacket” You stepped away and Minseok shook his head as he stepped closer again, putting the material over your shoulder and helping your arms through the sleeves.

“It’s fine” He smiled and you eventually nodded.

“Let’s go?” You slung your bag on and took his keys off the table and Minseok nodded as you reached out to hold his arm.

“Which way to your car?” You asked and he nodded out the door.

“This way Y/N” You helped him walk out of his office and locked the door for him. You walked with him out of the school grounds, and no one seemed to pay attention to you leaving with a teacher. He pointed to his car and you walked towards the white car.

“Be careful” You muttered, still holding his arm as he silently got into the passenger seat of his own car.

“I know Y/N, I know” 

What if We Stopped Pretending?

Summary: Dan and Phil are the best of friends. That’s it. Until Phil tells his old school friends he’s bringing his boyfriend to the school reunion even though he’s been single for years. If only he had a best friend willing to pretend to be his boyfriend in order to help him out…

Dan helps Phil out by pretending to be his boyfriend while also hiding the fact that he’s been in love with his best friend for seven years.

Words: 6.6k

A/N: And here it is! I’ve been promising to get this done on Tumblr for days but with exams, assignments and life, it took me a little longer than planned. It’s finally here though and it’s over 6k words long! I hope you enjoy it :)

Read it on AO3 

Phil felt like a complete idiot. He could barely believe that he had just agreed to go to his school reunion with his boyfriend when he couldn’t even remember the last time he dated anyone. And it’s not as if he could call back and say he had made up a boyfriend up without sounding like a bigger loser than he actually was.

He usually wasn’t the kind of person to worry much about what others thought about him and had no trouble letting people know he was single and in no rush to get together with someone. The problem was that he had already been to another two school reunions in total and he had shown up alone for them as well.

Every time, he had to stand by and feel awkward while his old schoolmates introduced him to their partners and spouses while he was all alone.

When he got the call from one of his old friends asking him if he was going to go to the reunion, he couldn’t help but think back to all the previous reunions he had attended. Was he really going to go by himself again for the third time and have to go through the process of being introduced to all his friends’ new husbands and wives while he just stood around feeling lonely?

As much as this sort of thing had never really affected him before, he wasn’t really in the mood for all the awkwardness that it would entail for him to show up on his own. He almost declined the invitation and made up some excuse about how he was going to be abroad in a few days but thought better of it in the end.

It had been ages since he had seen his old schoolmates and, even though they were not as close as they had been while they were still in school, he still missed them. Was he really going to miss a reunion because he was scared of feeling awkward and alone?

Just as he was about to say yes and reassure his friend that he would be there, she let him know that he could bring along a plus one. “Everyone from our group at school is going to bring their partner. It will be a good chance to catch up on each other’s lives.”

Phil was going to tell her that he would be going on his own, he really was but somehow what ended up coming out of his mouth was completely different. “That sounds great. I’ll make sure to bring my boyfriend along with me.”

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The Colour Of You

Ninth of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list: @rabidwrestlingfan @theprestigious0ne  @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash @youngandbiitter @meowmeowp @waystobcwickcd @andy-blur @padfoot13 @fangeekkk @tardis1967

Warnings: None. I was a good girl.

Summary: Your eyes are the colour of your soulmate’s hair and when they dye it your eyes change colour.

Word Count: 3730


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Just my occasional reminder that I am always looking for Dragon Age content to reblog.

Feel free to tag me or send an ask/IM with a link to content* you’ve created that you want to show off. It can be fic, art, meta, gifs, embroidery, whatever. Don’t worry if it’s a character you think I don’t like, I’ll still reblog. Also, if it’s OC stuff - backstory, art, again whatever, I want that too. 

No need to be a follower and no need to be nervous about whether your content is ‘good enough’. I want it all. 

*I may not reblog some NSFW stuff, but that’s a  post-by-post thing. 

potions // neville longbottom

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

description: reader is asked by professor slughorn to tutor neville in potions, but he just can’t seem to focus at the subject at hand during your tutoring sessions

a/n: vibqbkbklwelt neville is too precious for me and my poor brain // also i had neville scrape an extremely low E for O.W.L.s thanks to the grace of Merlin

“Miss (y/l/n)? Could you come over here for a little while, please?”

My laughter died away, and I exchanged an apprehensive look with my friends before grimacing slightly and turning away from the entrance of the classroom.

Thoughts were speeding through my mind. My grades couldn’t have dropped, could they? I had received nothing worse than Os and Es on every single test, assignment and exam for the past six years, so I couldn’t think of a single reason as to why Slughorn had asked to meet me.

I nervously fiddled with a loose grey strand of thread from my sweater, not daring to meet Slughorn’s eyes.

What if he tells me that I had to drop out of N.E.W.T. Potions? What if-

“Miss (y/l/n), I know that being a sixth year is extremely stressful, but you have an absolutely amazing gift with potions, and I need a huge favour from you,” Slughorn paused, and I raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Would you be willing to tutor Neville Longbottom, Miss (y/l/n)?”

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jim and harvey realise ed and oswald are fucking

Jim leaned forward, his head in his hands. “God, Harvey, I hate this.”

Harvey nodded grimly. “You know it’s bad when we’ve gotta turn to Penguin.”

Jim sighed, reluctantly getting to his feet. “No sense in putting it off, I guess. Might as well get it over with.”

“Can’t wait,” Harvey muttered, following his partner out of the GCPD building and into the car. Jim sat at the wheel with Harvey at his side, and the pair shot off through the streets of Gotham on their way to the abode of Oswald Cobblepot.

“It’s too early for this,” Harvey complained, displaying his watch face to Jim. “I’ve only been awake for an hour. I haven’t even gotten a chance to drink any coffee.”

“Coffee can wait,” Jim said distractedly, his mind focused on the man they were about to ask a huge favour of. Jim’s relationship with Oswald Cobblepot had a long and complicated history, but Jim was certain that at this point Oswald would gladly see him dead. That didn’t exactly improve his mood as he and Harvey drove in silence towards the Iceberg Lounge, the overwhelming pit in his stomach growing deeper by the minute.

“Here we are,” Harvey sighed. “C'mon partner.”

Jim parked the car, locking the doors before following his friend into the club. As it was only ten am on a Tuesday morning, the place was absolutely deserted. Jim hit his fist down on the bar, letting out a single word.


There came a muffled thump from the room next door, and several moments later Oswald emerged in a plum-coloured dressing gown and his black hair mussed.

But to both Jim and Harvey’s surprise, he was followed out of the room by none other than Edward Nygma.

“Detective Gordon,” Oswald said stiffly. “And Bullock. What, may I ask, are you doing in my club at this hour?”

“Uh,” Jim said, his brain temporarily wiped of any information regarding Jonathan Crane as he took in the image of the two men in dressing gowns before him. Harvey was slightly more vocal about his thoughts regarding what he’d just seen than Jim.

“Nygma? What are you doing here?”

“Harvey,” Jim muttered, his cheeks reddening as both Ed and Oswald smirked as they saw the realisation dawn in the two detectives’ eyes. Harvey let out a strange sound that sounded remarkably like a kitten being strangled, and Jim felt pretty much the same. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to ever have a conversation with Penguin again- and asking him for the massive favour he’d came for? No way. Not with Edward Nygma smiling beside him, with Jim simply left to wonder what he and Oswald had been doing in that room before he and Harvey had entered.

Nope, Jim didn’t want to know.

“You know what? I just remembered I have to-”

“Coffee!” Harvey yelped. “You said we were, um, getting coffee.”

Ed raised an eyebrow. “Do you want a cup of-”

“No! Thank you,” Jim said hastily. “We’re out of here. Harvey, let’s, um-”

“Nice to see you, detective Gordon,” Oswald grinned. Jim nodded faintly, grabbing Harvey by the wrist and slamming the door to the Iceberg Lounge shut.

The two men stared at each other.

“Oh my god,” Harvey said. “They’re-”


“Penguin froze Nygma! Nygma shot Penguin! How on earth-”

“I don’t wanna know!” Jim wailed. “Now, as you were saying, coffee.”

“I think I’m going to need something a little stronger than coffee,” Harvey said weakly, opening the car door and the two of them slid in.