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Did some Klance Sim AU doodles at lunch today! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Your Game Too Weak | Jumin Han [Reader-Insert]

It was midday, and the building of C&R International Company was preoccupied with endless of work like always. It was hectic, work needed to be done and this meant there was barely time for breaks. However, when [Name] had showed up with homemade lunch that she wanted to eat with Jumin, then it was obvious knowledge to all workers that all the work would be pushed back, and Jumin would prioritize his time with her over everything else.

This increased Jaehee’s workload as Jumin had sent her his papers to review. Upon finishing this, she made her way to Jumin’s office, in order to pass on the papers which required his signatures.

She sighed tiredly as she neared his office. She lifted her hand to knock, before she heard a noise that caused her to halt. Instantly.

She heard a yelp, which seemed to be from [Name].

“Ah, Jumin!” [Name] began, which caused Jaehee’s eyes to widen. “You’ve made a mess!” She said hissing. Subsequently, slowly but surely, a hue of pink had formed on Jaehee’s cheeks.

‘Mr. Han wouldn’t possibly do something so inappropriate here… Would he?’ She thought to herself.

She was interrupted out of her thoughts when she heard Jumin’s voice.

“Sorry love,” Jumin said.

Then, moments later, [Name] yelped once again, but louder this time.

“Ow! You’re too forceful! Be gentler!” She whined.

If Jaehee had not reacted profusely before, she definitely did now.

Her entire face went red and in shock, she dropped all the papers she was holding.

“He would!” She exclaimed to herself, answering her thought from before. Then, she yelped in embarrassment, whipped her phone out, opened the RFA messenger, and ran down the corridor as if her life depended on it. Simultaneously, she started typing about her situation.

Meanwhile, in Jumin’s office, Jumin appeared to be extremely stressed, and looked as if he was about to cry. This was because he was gently trying to wipe the droplets of the beverage he had accidently spilt on [Name] and her clothes. While doing so, he continued to mutter sincere apologizes to her.

[Name] sighed and opened her mouth to respond. However, before she could, the notification sound on [Name]’s phone began to go off rapidly.

Due to the number of texts she was receiving, she decided to check it just as Jumin had finished cleaning  the remains of  the spilled beverage on her face.

She raised an eyebrow in question when she saw that they were all from Zen.

“Hey Jumin,” She called, and he turned his face towards her as a reply.

“Why is Zen asking me whether or not we are having rough sex in your office?”


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A villain in love, a villain alone

Malora - Villain Kiss for @misslestrange274

I am an Entire Dumpster Fire and this is a Malora Phantom of the Opera AU hahahaha.


It was hard to think down here, in this endless darkness.  Aurora wan’t sure what time it was anymore, even though logically she knew she couldn’t have been here very long.  Where was she when…the opera.  Right.  Third act.  It was late.  Must be midnight by now, yet she didn’t feel tired.  Just…lost.  Confused.  Hazy.

The monster…the Voice…the woman with the mask was pacing.  Agitated. Moreso than usual.  Maybe she, too, had a hard time thinking clearly, hidden away in this labyrinth she’d built for herself.

She had to know someone would come.  Unless she’d come completely unhinged.  But no, she was unhinged already.  That was what everyone said, anyway.  And Aurora could see it.  Had seen it, at first, but it was difficult, sometimes.  Now, even.

So much genius there.  Few tried to deny it when they read her music, and when they did try, they were the ones who sounded foolish.  So much genius, and so much beauty, in the music, in the voice that seemed almost more than the woman that owned it.  She could throw it around as though by magic, she could render it so soft, so sweet that it was almost hypnotic–that it was hypnotic, that was what they told her.  She’d been hypnotized.  Taken in.

That was all.

A dream, nothing more.

Was it only a dream that caused Aurora to feel pity for this strange creature? Was it a naive and foolish heart that felt for her plight, so much that she saw more humanity than there truly was to see?

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Goodbye. (Seungcheol Ficlet) [A]

THIS ANON REQUESTED THIS AND I A SEUNGCHEOL BIASED WAS BASICALLY KILLING MYSELF TOO. OMG SO OKAY. It took me a lot of guts before i posted this just so you know guys I am so NERVOUS mainly bcsI don’t want to ruin this blog reputation for writing good goods (shameless may it seem but i am a fan of the admins too so lol hahahaha) I’M SO SORRY BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY SHITTY AND this is just my second time posting a scenario (and it’s mah baby seungcheol again lol) and and and fck really i’m just really nervous and rlly not confident abt this so anw.

I was scrolling through the request box and I saw this and was feeling angst-y that night so why not try is what i thought. this is really short tho. (I’M SORRY) I wanted to post something as a thank you for you guys heh we love you~

Thanks to Admin Kate for editing this one and adding a lot of those dramatic shts that i really can’t express.Thank you btch love u ♥ And also the [words like these] are lyrics from I.O.I’s Downpour, credits yes. so here you go~~ i’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and my shtty writings.

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Warnings: contains death and shitty writing..

“I’m sick of this Cheol.” You stare at him with damp eyes, biting your lips to restrain the salty tears from falling, you had already rehearsed a lot of times and successfully handled your emotions right, but the actual thing was a lot worse than what you had expected.

“No, no, Y/N please.” He begs, holding your hands tightly as he quietly sobs in your lap. You can’t help but feel your heart squeeze in pain. It was so hard to see him in this state but you needed to, as much as you want to not see him hurting, this was the only way now. He needs to let you go. He has to, or it’ll be even more harder for you to leave.

“Stop crying.” You cooed, reaching out your hand to wipe away his tears, smiling widely at him to cheer him up, silently taking his features all in. Ah, this is man I love.

He took your hand, staring at it longingly before he kissed the back of it, eyes shit as he breathed you in, he chokes on his tears, your vision became blurry at the sight. It was and always will be his favorite thing to do, kissing the back of your hand while looking at you getting all red and flustered was one of those things he loved about you. He loved the fact he had that effect on you. He treated you like a princess, he gave you everything but with the way things were now, you just didn’t deserve any of it.

“I’m tired Cheollie, can you sing me a song?” You propped yourself back under the sheets, just like those days when you have a bad day, his singing will always turn it upside down.

He tried to smile at you, and composed himself for the last time, he sniffs quietly, but resumes to clear is throat, almost too painfully.

You’ll miss him so much. You’ll miss his lovely almond eyes that always seem to take you to a newfound galaxy. Every day was an endless adventure.

I wish things wouldn’t end this way, if I knew I was going to be erased from this world then I would’ve never have dreamed of meeting you. But, I’m glad I did. You made me happy, you made me feel loved. The world didn’t seem so cruel the minute I laid my eyes on you.

[Please stay, I can’t be alone without you, yet.]

The beautiful words and tunes that always would always leave his pretty lips, he had your whole heart in his hands, the whole world.

[I keep yearning for you.]

You’ll miss loving him, you’ll miss every bit of him, you’ll miss the gummy smile that always shined so bright, you’ll miss his kisses. You’ll miss everything about him.

[I will never lose our many happy memories in the rain…]

I won’t forget the day we first met, I won’t forget the day we made amends, the day you told me you loved me, will never be forgotten. I’ll continue to love you even afterlife.

With one last look, one last smile, and one last breath you finally said goodbye.

[Goodbye to us.]

The second you close your eyes, he felt his whole world crumble down. No, please no.

Please don’t take away the most important person in my life, don’t take her away, I love her. Why are you doing this to me? God, answer me. Why?

The heart monitor fell flat, and the tears just kept on coming.

She’s gone.

He held your limp body in his arms as he held on to you tightly, sobbing loudly he hid no embarrassment.

The nurses stood and watched quietly, things like this were frequent. They knew he still needed some time.

“Y/N, no..” he sniffed, “Baby, please. Wake up.” He cried and cried. As he pulled your body closer, a sheer white paper came tumbling down from the sheets, in which he looked at curiously, he cautiously picked it up and when he saw the familiar handwriting, his stomach flipped. He hastily read the paper, his heart dropping as he read every word.

I hope you don’t regret falling in love with me, because falling in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened in my whole life. Didn’t I tell you that you’d be the only one I’d love ‘til my last breath? I kept my promise.

the struggles of going for another route
  • zen: so you don't like my photo?
  • me, clutching my chest and cringing in pain: ...no
  • zen: hmph.
  • me:
  • me, whispering to myself: my heart is breaking
A Lesson in Drowning, 8/? (Dragon Age 2, FenHawke)

Summary: With Danarius dead, and Meredith outwardly civil, Hawke dares to hope that quieter days lie ahead for herself and Fenris. That hope was only her first mistake.

Rating: M.

Warnings: Please note the rating change! This chapter contains a mature but non-explicit sex scene, and unreality/dream violence. 

Note: This features the same Hawke and Fenris from my Distant Shores and Voices fics, but you don’t need to read those to understand this. Post-”Alone”, middle of Act 3.

A thousand thanks to @tetrahedrals for reading over this chapter! Any mistakes that remain are my fault, and not hers. <3

Distant Shores and Voices Masterpost

Previously: After a near-dawn encounter with the apparitions of her dead mother and sister, Hawke finally confesses all her fears and worries to Fenris. Her questions still remain, and the sea still haunts the edges of her life - but for now, she’ll take what peace she can.

The sea has other plans. 

Read on: Ao3 | ff.net.

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When the Champion’s voice fades into silence, Orsino tends the candles and lamps that died while she told her story. He leaves the brandy where it is, and doesn’t listen to whether or not she takes a drink. If half of what she says is true, she’s welcome to the entire bottle.

Can’t I trust her? he asks himself, touching fingertips to wicks and adding oil to bowls. After all, don’t the rumors say she only lies to templars?

His reflection in the rain-washed window doesn’t smile. He’s the First Enchanter. Trust is not a risk he can take.

Orsino returns to his chair once the room is bathed again in light. Hawke’s eyes stay fixed on her clasped hands — fine, long-fingered hands, with rough knuckles and calluses from wrists to fingers. No matter where she goes, those hands will mark her, in ways no scent or fine dresses can hide.

His own hands ache, as they always do when it rains, and when he brushes down the front of his robe, his own calluses catch on the embroidery. Marked they both are, but no one in Thedas would see him as anything other than a Circle mage — something in the eyes, he thinks, a certain light long-doused and dark.

Hawke’s eyes gleam, cold and wary, when she lifts her head. In better light, her scars are plain as words inked on a page. Perhaps she’s bared them to garner pity, or to lend weight to her case — but Orsino has known his answer to her plea since she froze his lock, and her scars don’t move him.

Curiosity, however, does.

“What did Fenris say?” he asks.

Her face remains unreadable and calm, but Orsino thinks he sees something flash in the depths of her gaze. A scream, held down by sheer force of will. He knows the look, has seen it a thousand times, and has remind himself not to smile.

Ah, Champion, you almost look like one of us.

The thought is beneath him. He is her last safe harbor — sheer, bitter irony — and she has defended the mages for seven years. He can afford to be kind. It’s the very least he can do, after all, he reminds himself, as a little chill runs through him.  

“Fenris said —” Hawke smiles wistfully, her eyes sliding away to rest on her folded hands. “Fenris trusts me,” she says. “I’ve never lied to him, you know. I’ve lied my bloody face off to almost everyone else, one way or another, but never to him. Because he stayed with me, long enough to —” A sigh, almost soundless “He let me pour this whole mad story into his ears and held my hands the whole time, and then he said I believe you, Hawke, and got a cloth to clean my cuts. And when that was done, he asked me what I wanted to do next. Do you understand? He just wanted to help. He is a good man.”

“Quite the rarity in Kirkwall,” Orsino murmurs. He can’t count himself among them.

Hawke’s mouth twitches. “Quite the rarity anywhere,” she says. “For a little while, it seemed so simple. Just another problem to solve, and we’d built our lives on solving impossible ones. It could be done.”

Before Orsino can ask what changed, a knock sounds at the door. He doesn’t recognize the sound for what it is until the person on the other side of the door pounds their fist on the wood again.

He lurches out of his seat, startled into clumsiness and cursing himself for not paying attention, and knocks half the contents of his desk to the ground. Books, letters, and scrolls scatter across the floor, an inkwell spilling across the top layer, but there’s no time for dismay. Just dread.

“First Enchanter!” says the templar. “Open up, would you?”

Ah, yes, the would you, the barest nod to his supposed rank and influence, but any word from a templar is an order.

Read the rest on: Ao3 | ff.net

boom clap (the sound of my heart)

words: 4.8k
summary: You can learn a lot of things about someone during a thunderstorm. Sometimes even more than you bargained for. (A post-Jackady Ladrien/Adrinette one-shot)

a/n: this is dedicated to @gabzilla-z for inspiring me to write this silly thing and talking through the whole story, to  @matchaball for listening to me geek out over plot details, and @mylady-fangirling for helping me navigate my way through French expressions of surprise! ❤️❤️❤️

AO3 | Fanfiction


When Adrien Agreste learns that Ladybug is none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he feels like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning—electrified, illuminated, and shocked to the core.

But he doesn’t know that yet.

All he knows is that in the two days that have passed since Ladybug came to the Agreste Mansion to help him save his father from being attacked by Jackady, he’s been replaying the events of the day in his mind over and over again, especially when he’s alone in his room in the evening.

The memories flash into his mind when he least expects them, distracting him from his surroundings completely. So when it happens again on this particular evening, he almost doesn’t even notice that Ladybug is standing on his window ledge, grinning and knocking on the glass.

Luckily, her knocks are loud enough to distract Adrien from his reverie, and he practically runs to the window to help her inside once he realizes that his lady is actually here in the flesh and not just in his imagination.

“Ladybug! It’s—it’s so nice to see you! What are you doing here?”

He hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

Salut, Adrien! I, um, just wanted to check up on you, to make sure that you and Monsieur Agreste are doing fine. Just a nightly check-in, since it’s been a few days! You know, hero duty and all. It’s what we do,” says Ladybug in a torrent of words.

She hopes she doesn’t sound as nervous as she feels.

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HERE IT IS FINALLY !!! MY FIRST EVER FOLLOW FOREVER AND MY 10,000th POST ON THIS BLOG!!! I only started this blog about 9 months ago, and the fact that I have 5.2k+ followers is bloody incredible!! THANK YOU ALL WHO FOLLOW ME AND ENJOY MY BLOG!! i hope i can continue to bring some cool stuff to your dashes! I still have a thank you post in the works, but for now let’s get on with this FF! 

special shoutout to my piece of trash babin BFF @babydaichi !! we set up this blog in her bedroom, and it took a loNG time bc we kept getting distracted by movies and food and trying to pick a goddamn theme ha. show her some <3!

This is lengthy af, bc ive never done one before lol, so it’s going under a cut!

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Jared on the problems of ‘bad acting’ in The French Mistake (Nerd HQ 2011)

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NUMBER 7 WITH CAL JUST KILL ME

7) “I dreamt about you last night.” 

As you sat working on your homework, your phone started vibrating. You glance down and your heart skips a beat. It’s your most recent ex, Calum Hood. 

You two had broken up almost two months ago, and you were quite surprised to see his name pop back up on your phone. After the break up, he never seemed to show any interest in anything dealing with you. He never acted sad on stage and when interviewers asked about the breakup, he would casually just shrug his shoulders and tell them that things happen sometimes. Generally, the other boys would quickly change the topic and keep on the interview. 

So seeing his name lighting up your phone screen was a surprise. 

After debating what to do, you finally pick up your phone and hit the answer button, hoping that you wouldn’t regret this. 

“Hello?” you question, waiting for a response. 

“(Y/N)?” Calum responds quietly, “is that you?” 

“Yeah. What do you want Calum? Are you drunk?” yes as him, fearing this may have been a drunken call. 

“Nope; I wish. I’m completely sober.” Calum chuckles awkwardly into the other end of the phone. Sighing, he quietly whispers into your ear, “I just needed to hear your voice again.” 

“What?” you question, confused by his sudden want of you, “Calum I –“ 

I dreamt about you last night,” he mumbles out. “I just keep dreaming about you all the damn time. I knew this was going to be tough but I never could have planned for the relentless dreams of us together.” You sat confused, wondering what your ex was going about. He broke up with you. He was the one who broke your heart, not the other way around. 

“Calum, I’m so confused. You were the one who wanted us to stop, remember?” you ask, playing with the ends of your hair. As much as you hadn’t wanted him to walk out of your life, you weren’t sure if you truly wanted him back in it. 

“I know. I’m so sorry. I was just so scared, you know? You were so far away from me and I just got so insecure about everything. I just stopped calling you and checking up on you and I figured you didn’t even care anymore, so I got scared and ran away and I’m so, so sorry. I never wanted to leave,” he sobbed into his phone. 

“Then how come you never looked sad? Why did you never say anything in interviews or to fans or anything?” you question, trying to process everything he said. 

“Ba – (y/n), you know how they are, remember? I didn’t want them to try to turn it into a story or anything. I didn’t want people to think something terrible went on, or for people to make shit up. They always do that.” 

Sitting on your bed, you try to process everything that just happened. Calum wasn’t mad at you or anything; he was just scared and didn’t know how to deal with his feelings. You knew he was never the best sometimes at trying to show his feelings, so you understood why he did what he did. 

“Babe,” he whispers, breaking the silence, “we have a break starting next week. Can I come over? Can I try to fix things? I sill love you so much and this has been so bad. I never should have left. I should have just talked to you in the first place…” Noticing one of Calum’s nervous habits, you smile softly to yourself. While Calum seemed like a tough guy on the outside, he was never afraid to show you his soft and caring inside, which is something you always loved about the boy. 

“Cal,” you interject, casing him to stop in the middle of his sentence. You hear his breath catch at the sound of his nickname. “Yes. Please. Come over when your break starts. I want to figure things out. I want you.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: A few hours after he fell asleep in the donut floaty, Dan's sunburn starts to really set in and he's like super irrationally angry that Phil didn't wake him to reapply sun block. You choose the ending. 😘

omg hahahaha i am so sorry but all i can think about right now is the fucking skin fic and dans face and body undulations in the tumblr video when he read the damn thing, DAN WHY

send me angsty prompts?