i couldn't get the idea out of my head until i did it

magic touch bond au
  • i keep thinking of a magical au where jack and bitty wake up
  • like after a party or something and they’re both in excruciating pain
  • and so all the guys are freaking out and they sort of piece together that jack and bitty are being affected by the same thing
  • so holster hauls a screaming bitty into jack’s room and dumps him on the bed next to jack and the moment they touch everything…stops
  • why yes, it’s our old friend, the Forced to Be Touching At All Times Trope

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i love sickfics okay i am forcing this upon you

“Lance!” Shiro’s stern voice sounded muffled as Lance took a breath. He was having trouble concentrating, and it felt like he was fading in and out of consciousness. He felt beads of sweat on his forehead and hastily wiped them away, trying to focus on piloting Blue.

“Lance, we need to separate to distract them,” Shiro prompted, his voice sounding muffled still. Lance swallowed and blinked away the dizziness before responding.

“Roger that,” Lance managed, hoping his voice didn’t sound too awful. He had little energy to speak, and he used all he had to make sure he sounded normal.

“Lance, go to the right, I’ll go to the left, Keith go in front, Pidge go above, and Hunk, you just fly around them in circles,” Shiro ordered.

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Hunk questioned doubtfully. Lance suppressed a sneeze.

“It’ll have to. Let’s move!” Shiro demanded. Lance blearily watched the paladins fly into their places, and slowly followed suit and piloted Blue to the right.

Lance felt his heart race and sweat dripped down onto his nose. His breathing was faster than he wanted it to be, and he took off his helmet to wipe the sweat away. It was no use, he was already drenched in it.

Lance was sure that he was sick. He felt subpar the other day, but he thought it was just from stress and being tired, so he slept it off. He was dead wrong.

Lance was shivering, but sweating at the same time. His face felt hot and he couldn’t stop coughing.

Lance’s mind has been so foggy, he hasn’t even been moving Blue very much. He’s been flying to the right, and almost ended up out of range since he wasn’t focusing.

Lance felt his lion sway in circles, and quickly but lethargically lunged to the controls, trying to gain control of Blue. It only made it worse, and Lance realized that Blue was flying fine.

Before Lance could think of anything else that could’ve been wrong, he passed out and fell to the floor of his lion. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed them somewhere safe and hidden, making sure that nothing got to the ill blue paladin.

“Where’d Lance go? He’s out of range,” Pidge questioned, flying her lion down to attract the Galra fleet’s attention before springing up again.

“He’s supposed to be distracting them with us,” Keith muttered, flying towards the fleet from the front and then sharply turning away when they fired a shot towards the red lion.

“Wait a second,” Shiro mumbled, looking at the map his lion was showing him. The blue dot that represented Lance was blinking and stationary.

“Lance isn’t moving, and his lion’s sending out some kind of distress signal,” Shiro pointed out.

“Keith, go find Lance,” Shiro ordered suddenly, gripping his lion’s controls to distract the Galra fleet.

“Are you sure you can make do without me?” Keith questioned worriedly.

“Someone has to make sure Lance’s okay,” Shiro pointed out. Keith sighed reluctantly, and grabbed Red’s controls, flying his lion to where Blue was.

“Alright Lance, where are you,” Keith muttered, eyeing the map every few seconds to make sure he was headed in the right direction. The red lion flew into the cave where Blue was, landing and ejecting Keith.

Keith dusted off his paladin armor and huffed, looking at the blue lion. Blue seemed to be in great shape, so why did she have an emergency landing and use her distress signal?

“Lance?” Keith called, entering the helm of the blue lion. He gasped when he saw that Lance was unconscious and on the floor. Keith gently moved his body so Lance’s back was rested against the wall.

“Oh no,” Keith muttered, studying the blue paladin. His skin was pale, and he was sweating and shivering. Keith placed the back of his hand on Lance’s forehead to discover he had a raging fever.

“Guys?” Keith called into the intercom.

“What’s going on?” Shiro questioned, sounding distracted.

“Lance is shaking, sweating, unconscious, and he has a raging fever,” Keith replied, trying to think of ways to rouse him from unconsciousness.

“Oh no, that’s not good,” Shiro replied. Keith sighed, searching Blue for a water bottle or something.

“We’ll be there soon, we’ve almost got this covered,” Shiro addressed. Keith muttered a response before taking off his helmet. Keith rummaged around Blue until he found a water bottle. It was small, but it would do the job.

Keith found a cleaning rag in the corner and grabbed it, drenching it in cold water. He wrung out the rag and draped it across Lance’s forehead. Just moments later, Lance opened his eyes and coughed.

“Oh thank God,” Keith sighed heavily in relief. Lance coughed again, his tired body doubling over. He groaned and leaned back against the wall, sniffling.

“What happened?” Lance muttered, looking around Blue and realizing that he was no longer in the air, he was on the floor and in a cave somewhere.

“You must’ve passed out. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed you guys in here,” Keith explained, grabbing the damp rag from Lance’s forehead and pouring more water over it before wringing it out again. Keith draped it back over Lance’s forehead, and Lance sighed at its cool touch.

“You’re in rough shape,” Keith muttered, looking the blue paladin up and down. Lance scoffed bitterly but was interrupted by a harsh cough.

“Thanks,” Lance replied, his voice scratchy.

“Keith?” Shiro’s quiet voice sounded from Keith’s helmet which was set off to the side. Keith picked it up and swiftly placed it over his head, pressing the intercom button on the side.

“Yeah? What’s going on?” Keith questioned.

“We’re on our way to your location, stay put,” Shiro ordered before going offline. Keith sighed in relief. Lance looked confused, but before he could ask what was going on, another harsh cough wracked his body.

“Everyone’s on their way, Allura and Coran have been alerted and they’re on their way as well,” Keith assured.

“Is the mission over?” Lance asked, his sick voice low and quiet.

“For now, you need to get better before we do anything else,” Keith pointed out. There was a moment of silence before Keith looked at Lance with sudden hostility.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?” Keith questioned, his voice angry.

“I did,” Lance replied defensively.

“Oh, pffftt, when?” Keith questioned hotly in reply.

“This morning?” Lance replied, his statement sounding more like a question to get his point across. Keith raised an eyebrow, urging Lance to explain.

“‘Hey guys, I don’t feel very good, I’m gonna take it easy today,’ is what I said,” Lance added. Keith raised both eyebrows to indicate he still had no idea where this was going.

“Does ‘C’mon Lance, we’re all tired. Suck it up, let’s go’ ring a bell?” Lance questioned, attitude clear in his tone, despite sounding sick and tired. Keith immediately looked guilty and his eyes shot down to the floor.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pouting. Lance coughed harshly again for about 10 seconds, his face turning red before he could stop to take a breath.

“To be fair, I didn’t feel as bad this morning as I do now,” Lance replied. Keith was about to say something, but he heard the castle outside and saw the other lions waiting for them.

“Can you fly Blue?” Keith questioned, helping Lance up. Lance wobbled and coughed, leaning onto the pilot chair for support when his world spun again.

“I could try,” Lance responded, swallowing as he sat down in the pilot chair. Keith nodded briskly before leaving and going into the red lion. Lance sighed and his shaky hands fumbled with the controls, taking a minute before finally exiting the cave and flying into his hangar in the castle.

The other paladins, Coran, and Allura were waiting for Lance to exit his lion. Lance huffed as he slowly stood up, quickly throwing his arms to the pilot chair to catch himself when he grew dizzy. He wobbled out of the blue lion, and everyone’s faces fell when they saw Lance.

“Oh my God, you look awful,” Pidge pointed out, her eyebrows high. Lance sniffled and a harsh cough wracked his body for the thousandth time that day, almost knocking him over.

“I think I’m gonna go in my room for now,” Lance muttered.

“You do that,” Shiro replied, patting Lance’s shoulder gently as to not knock him off balance as he wobbled slowly down the hallway. His tired body slumped as he opened his bedroom door.

Lance slept a lot the next few days, and whenever he came out of his room to grab a snack or a meal, everyone apologized profusely for not listening when he said he felt under the weather. Lance accepted their apologies, assuring them that it was okay.

Keith spoiled Lance endlessly with soup, water, and medicine, he made a swift recovery after a few days. Lance thanked Keith for taking care of him, to which Keith just said, “You’d do the same for me” in reply.

After that, whenever Lance said he wasn’t feeling up to something, he was bombarded with questions like, “Are you sick?” or “Are you okay?” “Do you have a fever?” “Do you need medical attention?” Lance would just chuckle and say he was tired, and then he laughed again when everyone sighed in relief.

Lance was glad that his fellow paladins cared for him so much. He knew that if he ever felt under the weather again, he would be in good hands.

Monsta X Reacts too.......

Request: I was wondering if you could do a monsta x reaction to when the boys are a little too rough & end up making y/n bleed a little down there. They’re very apologetic & refuse to touch you after that even though y/n has said you enjoyed it. Kinda make a part 1 & 2 where the 2 is when y/n is sick of their behavior after a week (or two, your choice) & tell them again that you enjoyed it & love them with all your heart & other things that convince them that you’re fine & suggests to take it upstairs for a round

Sorry it took so long. Its a long post and hella kinky shit is in here LOL. I dont know what came over me. SMUT SMUT HELLA SMUT

Part 1 (Hyung Line) 

Part 2 (Maknae Line)

Hope you like it~~~

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trishaloach  asked:

Hi, I looked on Wattpad, but I couldn't easily find any Captive Prince Fanfics. Do you have any that you would recommend? Thank you!


Ive read a lot of fic and find it all on Ao3 but im gonna rec some of my faves! (and theres no way this is all my faves. I’ll only do a few for each sort of verse as to not overwhelm.  we’d be here for days. its the faves that come to mind first i guess. and ill just include completed works in case WIPs arent you’re thing)

Cannon Verse
Kings Ruling by NoBaggage
Takes place after the events of Kings Rising and The Summer Palace. Damen worries about a specific threat to the unification of their kingdoms; the problem of an heir.

Anything For You by DisraeliGears
Laurent will do anything for Damen. Including make friends with Nikandros…if he must.The story of Nikandros and Laurent’s friendship.

Yours, As am I by toewsyourheart
“How did you sleep?” Damen asked.“Kiss me a proper good morning, and I’ll tell you,” Laurent said, ever the conspirator, even upon waking. He could negotiate his way through the brick walls of an impenetrable fortress without breaking a sweat, Damen thought, fondly.“It’s too early for bartering,” Damen replied with a similar sentiment, unable to hide his happiness: Laurent wished to be kissed first thing. “I’ll kiss you good morning for free.” 

Cannon Au
One the Other by Ruby Wednesday 
Marlas goes badly for Damen. He goes back to Ios with Laurent as his reluctant ward.
aka an AU where Laurent grows up in Akielos

No Rush by Blacktofade
Laurent is eleven when he’s introduced by his brother to Prince Damianos 

Dear Aledosia by wendlaa
“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.Auguste chuckles. “You have a minute head start.”Laurent ducks away.

Capture Every Minute by angryspaceravenclaw
Damianos of Akielos is heading to Vere in hopes to secure an alliance in the face of civil unrest in Akielos, at the hands of his brother. Although uncertain about the king, Damen hopes to gain favour with the crowned prince, Auguste. What he doesn’t expect is the attention of the younger prince, Laurent, who plays his cards close to his chest. Though Damen tries to stay focused on the task at hand, he finds it difficult when his heart threatens to beat out of his chest at every quirk of the younger prince’s smile.

Bright as Lightening by blacktofade
Laurent, Prince of Vere, has always been promised to Damianos, Prince of Akielos.

All this and Heaven Too by onekingdomonce
“Forgive me,” Damianos said. “If you could perhaps- elaborate?”Laurent passed a hand over his face. It appeared that Damianos was incapable of picking up on subtly, and needed to be handled with the most straightforward approach. Very well.
“I have never,” Laurent said plainly. “And I would like to make my own judgments on the supposed delights, preferably before I leave Akielos.”

Modern AU (This is the one im trying not to go to crazy with. ive been on a kick lately so)

A Perfect Commotion by Ruby Wednesday
Laurent needs this job. Not in the I need to put food on the table and a roof over my head kind of way. He’s got a generous inheritance, thank you very much. No, he needs this job to prove he is a functioning adult who did not waste his late mother’s money on an expensive education. He can be normal, whatever that is.Laurent needs this job and it feels like his last chance so he tells a little lie to help himself get ahead.Then along comes Damen.

Astronomy in Reverse by casscaixn
“Ah,” he begins delicately. Laurent narrows his eyes and straightens himself, ignoring Hamlet’s distressed whimpers at the loss of Laurent’s fingers in his fur. Damen knows the feeling, a little too well. “What are you—wearing?”
“It was pajama day,” Laurent says, and at his tone one might be tempted to think he was reciting Shakespeare, or something else of wild importance. He glowers at Damen’s repressed laugh, and hangs his bag on the hook on the wall, next to Damen’s own, half-empty briefcase. “And Vannes thought it would be a good idea to do arts and crafts, because no one would be wearing expensive clothing.”

Measure in Love by Dawnofthursday 
Following the public announcement of their relationship, and amid growing tensions between Vere and Akielos, Damen and Laurent fall in love.This is a story told in five parts, through the seasons.

Catalyst by niniblack
In which Damen makes a drunken bet that he can get into Laurent’s pants before winter break, and doesn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

Turning in to Black by derogatory
His whole body sings with it, the thrill of Jord pressed flush against him. He claws long angry lines along his back and it’s all he can manage from not shouting already, demanding, Fix this, fix me, and shoves him against the mattress with more force than is probably necessary.
*This is Aimeric/Jord 

OK SO theres some. It ranges from one-shots to thirty+ chapter epics so hopefully something you’ll find interesting! This is by no means all my faves so if theres something specific you’re looking for i live for fanfic and im here for you. Also, most of these authors have other fics you should check out AND some of these are parts of series that are also great.

Mischievous Hugs, touken fanfic

Summary: The Aogiri kids share an enjoyable afternoon playing with Touka and Kaneki at the park, until one of the kids decides to give them a punishment.

Rating: Cute, fluffy! | Words: 2,612 words | If you like it, please reblog!

A/N: what a shitty title oh my god hello everyone! I made a post asking to vote three touken prompts that I was planning to write this week. Surprisingly, the aogiri+touken kids was the winner! so here it is. It’s a bit short, I was planning to write it as a headcanon instead but it turned out to be a bit longer, I was running out of ideas and I’m not sure if this is good enough, but it was fun to write anyway. 

thank you all for voting the fic and don’t worry if the one you wanted didn’t win, i will be writing those very soon! excuse any grammar mistakes&enjoy! <3


“You have to hug Onii-chan for ten seconds!”

Kaneki coughs, touching the back of his head.


One of the boys drags the girl by the arm, trying to stop her.

“I told you this was a bad id—”

“You have to hug!” she ignores her friend and walks towards Touka, pushing her from the back against Kaneki.

“A-Ah! Wait!”

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rose027  asked:

I hope i'm not asking for much, but... Could you write something sweet and lovely? Just something wear He Tian and Mo Guan Shan are a more-or-less happy couple. Like snuggles and kisses and stuff. Or smut and bondage. Whichever one you like. Thank you so much!

[This is just…so NSFW.  I hope this is sweet enough. I had this cheesy fluffy idea in my head when I started this but… I like this more. ]

[ ALSO, please never worry about that, ask me for anything! ]


Mo Guan Shan ran the fingers of one shaking hand though He Tian’s hair.

He Tian shivered at the touch, pulling the redhead closer, tilting his face up for a kiss.

Mo Guan Shan leaned in.

There was still some reluctance there.

He jumped when He Tian touched him.

Tensed up when he moved too quickly.

Jerked away violently when He Tian accidentally brushed his cock with the back of his fingers.

It took He Tian a few confused minutes to pin it down and felt like a dick when he managed it.

Mo Guan Shan thought he was going to hurt him. 

That wouldn’t do.

If He Tian knew anything about himself, it’s that he’s an excellent lover. 

And that’s not him being conceited, thank you very much, it was the overwhelming feedback. 

Every person that got intimate with him had to admit that his persistent, selfless,  intense, lovemaking had been a remarkable experience. 

Even people he barely knew and couldn't have cared less about left the experience with at least one orgasm.

That being said, his feelings towards Mo Guan Shan easily eclipsed anything he’d felt for another person. 

He was not going to have this experience tainted with that nonsense.

Would he hurt him? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Was he going to? Not until he begged for it.

He’d crawl through broken glass to see that man smile.

He’d lose a fucking finger to make him come.

He Tian gently ran his hands up Mo Guan Shan’s thighs, stopping just short of his briefs, waiting for him to spread his legs in invitation before pulling back.

He softly traced the delicate bones of his ribcage, stopping centimeters from his nipples as they grew hard against his flushed chest.

He cupped his face in one hand, kissing him gently as he ran his fingers down his spine agonizingly slowly, giving one ass cheek a light squeeze, daring to inch his fingers inwards until Mo Guan Shan pushed back, searching.

He Tian pulled back, stilling his fingers until Mo Guan Shan met his gaze.

His face was beautifully red.

His eyes dilated.

His breath came in gasps.

‘I’m not going to hurt you.’  he promised.

Mo Guan Shan smiled, offering no response but relaxing in his arms.

He Tian touched him everywhere but where he really wanted to, drawing it out, patient.

‘He Tian, please.’  The man groaned after several minutes of torture.

‘Please what?’ He whispered.

‘T-touch me.’

‘Touch you where?’

‘M-my ass…’

He Tian smiled, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder to hide it as he reached around to gently press one cold fingertip to his hole. 

Mo Guan Shan shuddered violently, pushing his hips back. 


He Tian leaned over, fumbling for the lube he kept under his pillow and pulling his arm back to slick his fingers. 

He pressed softly against his entrance.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked softly, giving him one last chance to back out. 

‘Yes, god yes, please…’  he begged.

He pushed in slowly, breathing deeply and prompting Mo Guan Shan to do the same.

His instincts told him to hold Mo Guan Shan still and find his prostate, wanting so badly to watch him fall apart.

But it was becoming very clear that this was the other man’s first time, so he stopped himself, opting to move his finger in and out at a snail’s pace.

‘Ready for another?’ he asked when it became abundantly clear that he was.

Mo Guan Shan nodded vigorously.  

He Tian pulled out, gently adding a second finger next to the first.

Mo Guan Shan tangled his fingers in He Tian’s hair.

It was obvious that he wanted to do more, but he hesitated.

He Tian ran his tongue over Mo Guan Shan’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and giving him a small nip.

Mo Guan Shan gave his hair a sharp tug, pushing back on his fingers.

‘More.’ He pleaded.

He Tian knew what he meant.

He wanted another finger.

Wanted He Tian to fill him up.

Instead, he dropped his hand to the man’s chest, running his thumb over the hardened bud, pushing up against the man in his lap as he moved the fingers of his other hand in and out slowly.

Emboldened by his reaction, He Tian leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and holding it between his teeth as he teased the tip with his tongue.

The moan he drew from Mo Guan Shan’s lips just about did him in.

‘He Tian, oh…’

Knowing he didn’t need permission his time, he removed his fingers and added a third.

Mo Guan Shan groaned, pressing his hips forward, torn between seeking friction and fucking himself on He Tian’s fingers.

‘Fuck…’ he breathed, echoing He Tian’s thoughts.

He Tian was nearly at the end of his rope, unaccustomed to moving so slowly, but knowing he’d do this for hours if that’s what Mo Guan Shan wanted. 

‘He Tian, I-I’m ready, p-please…’

He Tian knew what he wanted. 

He didn’t need to hear it.

But, god damn, he wanted to.

‘Ready for what, sweetheart?’

‘I want you t-to fuck me. I w-want you inside me.’ 

Fucking hell.

He Tian gently repositioned them, getting Mo Guan Shan on his back.

None of his many fantasies had shown him how devastatingly gorgeous the redhead would look like this.

His deepest, sickest, filthiest, thoughts hadn’t prepared him for this.

Mo Guan Shan reached between them, lining He Tian’s cock up against his twitching hole.

‘Fuck me.’ the redhead growled.

He’d wanted to go slowly.

He didn’t want to hurt him, knowing that had been his fear, but Mo Guan Shan wasn’t having it.

Using both hands, Mo Guan Shan gripped his hips, tilting himself up, and pulling him inside him in one smooth stroke.

He Tian saw stars, dropping his head to Mo Guan Shans shoulder, snaking his tongue out to taste his sweat, his desire.

Struggling not to finish, He Tian began to move, watching Mo Guan Shan’s face and reaching between them to grasp his cock, running his finger through the pre-come that gathered on the tip as he finally searched for his sweet spot.

Mo Guan Shan’s eyes flew open as he found it.

‘He Tian…’

‘Yeah.’ He encouraged softly.


‘Uh huh.’

Oh, god, He Tian!’

‘Let go, baby.’ he urged, fighting his own orgasm, moving faster.

‘Oh, I’m…’ 

‘It’s alright, gorgeous.’ He whispered, burying his face in Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder, placing soft kisses up and down his throat.


‘Uh huh.’


‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’ 

He Tian anchored Mo Guan Shan with a hand on a sharp hipbone, fucking him brutally, sweetly.


He came with a cry, throwing his head back.

He Tian nipped at the soft skin of his exposed throat, following him seconds later.

‘Oh, Mo Guan Shan, I love you.’ He breathed into his shoulder, only realizing he’d said it out loud when Mo Guan Shan froze beneath him.

Only realizing he’d been crying when Mo Guan Shan wiped his tears away.

Four years later-

No matter where he saw Mo Guan Shan.

Above him.

Under him. 

In front of him.

Behind him.

Handcuffed to the bed.

those were the words on his lips every time he came.

‘Mo Guan Shan, I love you.’


MLSHR Anniversary Appreciation Week 

  • Day Four: Favorite Happy Moment 

For me, episode four, all the little interactions budding between Hae Soo and Wang So culminated into this one moment, the beginning of a friendship. Wang So sharing that he finally gets to be in the place he’s been longing to be in, their banter, Hae Soo sharing thats she’s scared of her feelings and not him, showing care for one another (So by rebuilding the towers he destroyed, Soo by telling him to take care of himself). 

Now, this is something I have been working on for quite sometime, the idea popping into my head with no warning. I mean, A SNOWGLOBE! How had I not thought of it before?! And making it was such a challenge, trying to make the image in my head real and palpable. I even bled for this (do NOT underestimate the sharpness of an X-Acto knife, people). I had never made such small figurines and I had never made a person sitting down. The glitter clumped weird or made the water cloudy, the glue I originally chose just did not stick at all. Seeing it all come together, one step at a time… there was a lot of squealing involved. This was a true labor of love and I just really want to share it with all of you. 


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In Case You Didn’t Know

Originally posted by cinciscrapper


Here is something I decided to write cause it’s like 1am here and I’m trying to get back into writing (those of you that requested something from me, I apologize so much and I will get those as soon as I can. This is something to shake the rust off a bit.

Okay, so we all know Pete isn’t exactly expressive (except when he’s murdering someone lol), so I thought this song would fit this. This is “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. Yes, I realize this is a country song but I find country music says things you didn’t know they could. 

Fluff, Smut

Tagging:   @wwesmutdonedirtcheap  @wrasslesmut  @hiitsmecharlie basically anyone that’s a Pete Dunne fan 

Word Count: 3583

(I didn’t add a name or details for the OC, and that’s because I want you guys to imagine yourselves for it, hence the reference of she/her)

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Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

Ok, so I saw this post on @ofwizardsandwotters  and I don’t know why I wrote this but I did.

Albus: C'mon Rose, I didn’t drink that much last night!
Rose: You were flirting with Scorpius
Albus: So what, he’s my boyfriend?
Rose: You asked if he was single
Rose: And cried when he said he wasn’t

Albus Potter realized two things immediately upon waking. The first was that it was Christmas morning. He knew this because it was one of the only night a year that he slept at his grandparents’ house now that he was an adult. He woke to stare at the cracked wooden beams that lined the living room ceiling and found that he was under the Christmas tree instead of in his mother’s old bedroom as usual.

This led him to his second realization: that last night had been a horrible mistake. 

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Dresden Files Books Rated By The Opening Line
  • Storm Front: "I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed."
  • Easily one of the weakest in the series. 3/10.
  • Fool Moon: "I never used to keep close track of the phases of the moon. So I didn't know that it was one night shy of being full when a young woman sat down across from me in McAnally's pub and asked me to tell her all about something that could get her killed."
  • Nicely ominous. Thanks to this book, I also keep track of the phases of the moon. Helped me catch a local werewombat. You have no idea how hard it is to put one of them down. 8/10.
  • Grave Peril: "There are reasons I hate to drive fast. For one, the Blue Beetle, the mismatched Volkswagen bug that I putter around in, rattles and groans dangerously at anything above sixty miles an hour. For another, I don't get along so well with technology. Anything manufactured after about World War II seems to be susceptible to abrupt malfunction when I get close to it. As a rule, when I drive, I drive very carefully and sensibly. // Tonight was an exception to the rule."
  • Not bad, per se, but not all that good. It takes too long to get to its point, which makes it not as good of a hook. 6/10.
  • Summer Knight: "It rained toads the day the White Council came to town."
  • This one makes me giggle. 8/10. Good job.
  • Death Masks: "Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. // Wizards and television."
  • Very relatable. I, too, am no fan of toothpaste in my orange juice. I used to put toothpaste in my orange juice all the time and had no clue why my orange juice tasted so bad. I mean, who knew? 9/10.
  • Blood Rites: "The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault."
  • There is no need to explain perfection. 15/10.
  • Dead Beat: "On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. // As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. // For freaking Cain."
  • One of the all time greats of this series. Lovely illustration of how Dresden feels and catches people up on his relationship with his brother really quick. 10/10.
  • Proven Guilty: "Blood leaves no stain on a Warden's grey cloak. I didn't know that until the day I watched Morgan, second in command of the White Council's Wardens, lift his sword over the kneeling form of a young man guilty of the practice of black magic. The boy, sixteen years old at the most, screamed and ranted in Korean underneath his black hood, his mouth spilling hatred and rage, convinced by his youth and power of his own immortality. He never knew it when the blade came down."
  • Dark. Really sets the tone for the book. Also, I'm, like, totally jealous. Blood stains are the worst. 8/10.
  • White Night: "Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are."
  • I know, right? It's, like, I thought this guy who came into work would be just a normal customer and get his stuff and leave, but, instead, he rants about conspiracy theories and shit when I can't tell him to fuck off. 9/10. Good job.
  • Small Favor: "Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off."
  • Not bad, but kinda weak. I mean, did he even consider that maybe winter came early because Global Warming is actually a hoax? I mean, it isn't, but couldn't he at least consider the possibility? 6/10.
  • Turn Coat: "The summer sun was busy broiling the asphalt from Chicago 's streets, the agony in my head had kept me horizontal for half a day, and some idiot was pounding on my apartment door. // I answered it and Morgan, half his face covered in blood, gasped, 'The Wardens are coming. Hide me. Please.'"
  • It's just, like, whaaaaaat? Why's Morgan here? How'd he get all bloody? And, like, he even snuck in some nice foreshadowing with the headache. Really well done. 8/10.
  • Changes: "I answered the phone, and Susan Rodriguez said, 'They've taken our daughter.'"
  • Nice and shocking, making you want to read more, but the last book did a similar shocking opening better. 5/10.
  • Ghost Story: "Life is hard. // Dying's easy."
  • Totally relatable. I, like many others, wish for death because life is too hard. Thanks for making me feel better, Harry. 8/10.
  • Cold Days: "Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy."
  • One would imagine. I mean, did you hear her TED talk on it? Fascinating stuff. She's an innovator in the field. 7/10.
  • Skin Game: "There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year."
  • Don't you just hate it when you have a time bomb in your head? I know I do. But not all of us know bomb defusal experts. We're not all as lucky as you are, Dresden. I had to defuse my time bomb myself. Dick. 4/10.

izadoraus  asked:

For the requests that I asked before? I wanted to say 28 instead of 27, haha, silly me. Anyway, if you prefer the other requests that I asked for (26 or 8) I would prefer Marichat or Ladynoir for any of those. Thank you for answering me!

Sorry for taking so long to reply to this! It wound up a little longer than I expected. I decided to do 26 (Tending an Injury) with Marichat. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for the suggestion! :)

“Ow…” Marinette winced, glancing down at her ankle. “Tikki, I think it’s sprained.”

Tikki flew down to examine it. “It looks swollen.”

Marinette grimaced and leaned back against the wall. “How am I supposed to patrol on this?”

“Maybe you should call-” Tikki paused and flew into Marinette’s purse seconds before Chat Noir landed beside Marinette.

Marinette jumped and looked up at him. “Chat Noir? What are you doing out here?” Of course, she knew exactly what he was doing out there. He was on his way to their patrol, just like Marinette. Of course, she’d managed to twist her ankle on the way, rushing to get somewhere quiet to transform after a study session with Alya ran too long.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He raised a brow.

“I…” Marinette sighed, going for the easiest lie possible. “I was on my way home. I was studying with a friend, and it went a little late. I think I hurt myself, though.”

He frowned. “What happened?”

She gestured towards her left foot. “I tripped over my own two feet and twisted my ankle.”

He knelt beside her, examining it for a moment. “It looks pretty swollen. You’re sure it’s not broken?”

“Yeah.” She grimaced. “Trust me. I know the difference.”

He stood. “Well, either way, you shouldn’t be walking anywhere. How about I help you home?”

She wanted to argue, but in all honesty, this was probably the safest option she had, so instead, she nodded. “Thank you. That’s really nice of you.”

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Originally posted by the-inglourious-basterds

Somewhere in the dark streets below you, amid the beggars and drunks, a shot rang through the night. Followed by another, then the howl of a dog in the glow of the full moon. Then running feet, people fleeing from the scene as the victim lay gasping for air and spluttering blood.

In the comfort of your apartment, you shot up from sleep in a cold sweat. You gasped for air too, looking around in the dark for something, you just weren’t sure of what. You woke abruptly, as if you were in the middle of everything occurring outside, and yet you didn’t know anything about it at the same time.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong gas you failed to fall back to sleep, wishing more than anything you weren’t alone. And that everyone you loved was ok.

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yavemiel  asked:

Not sure if you're still looking for writing prompts, but if you are, I'd love to see ♧; One character playing with the other's hair, because I headcanon that Jyn secretly (or not so secretly) has a massive thing for Cassian's hair, it being so floppy and silky-soft! No worries if you're done taking prompts though (or too swamped). ^^

Cassian, it would seem, is drunk. 

It does happen occasionally. He is human, no matter what other people might think of him. There are nights when he just needs to drown himself in a bottle like everyone else, though he usually reserves that for when he’s alone in his room and no one other than maybe K2 can see him fall apart. And he has friends, if not many, and celebrates with them, though he rarely has more than a drink or two then. He doesn’t particularly like being drunk. It feels too much like he’s out of control. 

But sometimes, it can’t be helped, because sometimes recruiting consists of complex drinking games to prove one’s trustworthiness, and Cassian is human and thus his tolerance simply cannot hold up to some other species’. 

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anonymous asked:

Antsy request, Mc takes Jaehee's job work a week because Mc and Jaehee are besties and Jumin won't give Jaehee a break, like Mc is dressed up as Jaehee and when Mc doesn't do it right jumin gets very upset, and at some point in the week Mc couldn't handle it. And something bad happens to her and jumin realizes that he must lessen the work on Jaehee. Ps love your writing!!!

This sounds like it has a lot of potential I’d be happy to do it! 

Anyhow, thank you and have a wonderful day!! Enjoy 。;+*(★`∪´☆)*+;。



Jahee had come home each and everyday exhausted.

 You had been roommates for years now, having known each other since your schooling days.

And from this friendship, you had come to know Jumin.

He hadn’t been the cold callous stone of a man you’d be described by Jahee but someone quietly sad and shut off, only a hint of something else emerging when he spoke to you.

“MC?” He had lifted his head up as you were introduced by Jahee, getting up from his seat. “It’s um…nice to meet you I suppose.” 

You crinkled your nose slightly, shuffling your feet awkwardly. “Hi, did I…did I do something wrong?” 

He was stunned for a moment, blinking before seemingly returning to reality.

“I’m sorry-what?”

“Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?” 

“No? Why do you ask?”

“You just seem…upset I guess.” 

“I’m not I just have plenty of work to do, that’s all.” 

“Is now a…a bad time?” 

“No, no don’t worry,” He sighed. “I am sorry I know I’m not the best company.” 

“No-I mean-I just I was afraid I was making the wrong impression.” 

He scoffed, straightening his posture and stepping closer to you.

“You haven’t I assure you of that.” 

“You haven’t made the wrong one either if that helps at all.” 

And oddly enough he smiled. 

“It helps plenty.” 

And for a moment you felt something like butterflies in your stomach.

But for some reason, your ideas of the same person were drastically different. 

Opposite even.

Yet you didn’t know why.

Until it was put to the test.

“You don’t have to do this you know,” Jahee muttered, exhaustion lining her features, too tired to even lift a single finger in objection. “Just-it’s fine…”

“No, it’s not!” You yelped, slipping into what would be your roommate’s usual clothes. “You’re not feeling well!” 

“But I can get up-” She huffed as she tried to sit herself up, bones aching as though she were elderly.

“No, you can’t! Rest today! I’ll be fine, I think I know you well enough to ‘be Jahee’ for at least a couple days.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” 

“What’re you worried about then?” 

She hesitated as if the word was hard to say.


You sighed, folding your arms across your chest as you did the finishing details, twisting around to face her.

“I’m sure he’s not that bad, no one ever likes their bosses after all.” 

“You don’t…you don’t understand…” 

“I’ll be fine, I’ll bring you something when I’m done okay?”

“You’re never going to be done, you’re going to be stuck there…forever.” 

“I doubt that,” 

You didn’t for long.

He had been stern the moment he saw who he thought was his secretary, giving more and more work somehow each second you thought you were close to done.

Breaks were nonexistent.

Even late into the night hours, you were still hunched over the desk, absent-mindedly and confusedly filling out the papers in a state in which you weren’t even entirely aware of where you were anymore. 

You could hardly even do a thing as he left, mustering a small wave as he passed by.

“Are you planning on staying much longer? It’s late.” 

You shrugged.

“Well, I think rest would be best. I need you to take care of Elizabeth 3rd in tomorrow morning, I’ll be handling meetings.” 

You didn’t even respond.

But horror painted your features.

Not that he noticed. 

And from then on it was a blur. 

From the moment Jumin stepped in through the doors you threw up your head, confused.

“What…what’re you doing back?”

He appeared puzzled at the sound of your voice, putting it past him, if only briefly. 

“I um…it’s morning and this is my job,” He came to your desk, dropping his keys before you. “Here’s an extra set of keys to my home, Elizabeth 3rd is waiting.” 

“I…I uh-okay.” You stood, the sudden rush smashing into your mind, a wave of weariness washing over you like you hadn’t thought possible. 


You looked to him before you crashed to the ground, hardly able to handle your own weight as your knees buckled, passing out completely.

And as you spoke he knew.

And a horrid realization emerged.

“I’m not….I’m not Jahee.” 

And it all went black.

You woke on the sofa of your home, a blanket cast over you and a pillow resting beneath your head. 

As well as Jumin, just across. 

He rose as he saw you and guilt drenched him.

“H-Hello…MC.” He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of whether he could meet your gaze. “I…I’m sorry for what happened, I…I had no idea who you were.” 

You sat up, sore yet much better shape.

“You always treat her that way?”

“I know…I’m not exactly aware of many things,” He replied softly. “I simply saw it as giving Jahee work, her reaction wasn’t my concern. I didn’t realize the extent…until now.” 

“She never told you?”

“There are somethings you just don’t mention to your boss…” 

You found Jahee her lids heavy and long, yet kindness in her tone as she referred to you, leaning against the sofa. 

“Then how come I’m here?”

“Jumin called, knowing it was you, he was very worried.” 

“I didn’t understand the effects I was able to have on others.” He sighed. “I can only imagine what it’s done to Jahee, I know it isn’t much but I do apologize.” 

She didn’t answer.

But she was seemed grateful.

“You aren’t required to stay and I’d be willing to fill out a  pleasing recommendation but if you were to stay with C & R I will assure you that I will do my best to improve to the best of my ability.” 


But they both seemed to know.

Jumin let out a sharp breath, shifting his attention to you instead.

“And while I know you assured me I didn’t give a bad first impression, the second was well…nothing short of disastrous wasn’t it?” 

“A little more.” 


You felt a pang of bother rustle inside of you, fiddling with your fingers before you gave him a smile.

“But I’d be willing to give it another shot.” You remarked. “If you are.” 

He lit up absolutely shocked.

“What? Really?”

“I want to help you become a better person, so I think we could have a retry, don’t you?” 

He grinned.

And without hesitation, he nodded.

And he was full of something new.


“I’d like that.” 

an AU where Len was actually Nora’s soulmate

but by the time he is old enough to seek her out, she’s already married, and Len, looking in through the window of the beautiful suburban house, sees her smiling at a tiny baby in her arms and can’t bring himself to knock and spoil her fairy-tale life. After all, who would want someone like him, with a criminal record and perpetual bruises from all the brawls he kept getting into, near their newborn child?

So he leaves, tries not to think about it, about what kind of soulmates they could have been, romantic or familial, supporting each other or teaching each other indispensable life lessons. Len has been taught enough in his short life, how to ignore the emptiness and ache, how to rely on himself and himself only, so he drags his hand away whenever he finds himself absently rubbing at the tiny silver dots spanning across his collarbone in the same constellation as that woman’s, and makes himself forget.

He can never truly leave Central, not when she’s still there, and it lands him in prison once or twice, but Iron Heights isn’t too far from the city and the ache is bearable as long as he doesn’t go any further. 

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Media Naranja III

A/n: Tumblr’s being a bitch and won’t let me put gifs on top of text for whatever reason so sorry for the awkward change in format.

Buuut, Part 4 will be out soon~

Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163078186407/media-naranja-ii

media naranja (n.) one’s better half; a partner, a spouse, or a soulmate; lit. “half of an orange”

Are you going off to see (Y/n)?“ Cynthia asked whenever Connor came into the living room, coat halfway on and a hair tie dangling out of his mouth.

Connor could only roll his eyes as he finished putting on his coat. Ever since you came over for dinner his mother would not shut up about you, she was practically obsessed.

School had started not too long ago, but that in no way stopped his mom from asking you over for dinner at least twice a week.

Connor took the hair tie into his hands and began shoving his hair into a bun at then back of his head. “Yes, but we’re meeting up at the library.”

Cynthia almost dropped her phone as she looked at him. “You’re voluntarily going to the library?”

“Look, I’ll be back later alright?” Connor yelled as he starte walking to the door.

“Just don’t come home too late, I know it’s Friday but there’s still curfew!”

“Uh-huh!” Connor called back, sighing heavily once he was finally outside.

The library was on the other side of town, but Connor never minded long walks, he appreciated having the alone time and looking around town as he sauntered down the sidewalk.

Both of you shared a history class together, and you propositioned that the two of you could look around for something to help with your upcoming project, and then after you could just walk around together and talk.

Connor looked foward to each time he hung out with you, whenever you both had the opportunity to hang out, he would practically jump at the chance.

To be fair, you were his first real friend, and he wanted to know everything about you. He liked being with you and talking to you, at last there was someone he could stand being around for more than five minutes.

Of course, that came with endless teasing from his sister and mother.

Maybe it was just hopeful thinking from his mom, but Zoe saw it as perfect material to mess with him. She’d take his phone and read aloud your text conversations in a silly voice until Connor snatched the phone from her hands.

Sometimes she’d invite you over, asking for help with timing on a jazz band peice, just to tell Connor he wasn’t allowed bother you while you were helping her, knowing it would drive him mad.

Nevertheless, he was glad to he spending time with you away from his family.

Finally reaching the street the library was on, Connor quickened his pace until he was facing the front of the building, smiling whenever he saw you reading on the steps, apparently waiting for him.

Connor immediately got this awkward feeling in his chest, and his hand unconsciously went up to his hair to make sure it looked presentable before he started walking over to you.

You had this sort of quirk, as Connor noticed, where whenever you were reading, you would completely shut out the rest of the world around you. Someone could set off a bomb next to you and you would still be entranced by what you were reading.

So, Connor decided to poke fun at you.

He went up on the steps opposite you and turned so he was now behind you, quietly sneaking up behind you, he looked over at your shoulder and peered down at the book you were reading.

At first he was surprised, if the print was any smaller he’d need a spyglass to be able to read it, not to mentioned the book looked really thick as well.

He squinted, trying to make out the little words before he got a little closer to you, and loudly started reading off the pages.

Because of the self-confidence with which he had spoken, no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.“ Connor read in an overly posh accent, only breaking whenever he saw you jump.

You whirled around to see his laughing face before lightly hitting him on the shoulder. “Say it a little loudly why don’t you? I don’t think Canada could hear you.” You said to him, joining in when he continued to laugh.

“What the hell are you reading?” Connor asked, plopping down next to you.

“War & Peace,” You answered, before noticing the look he was giving you. “What?”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” He said, turning the book over to see the title. “That thing’s like a thousand pages long.”

1225.” You corrected before taking it back from him. “It’s actually really interesting.”

“If you say so,“Connor said, standing up from the steps. “C'mon, we gotta a library to ransack.” He told you, taking your hand and pulling you into a standing position.

“Shouldn’t take us too long, I know where all the sections are.” You whispered to him as you both entered the doors.

“Okay, what about this one?” Connor asked as he handed you a random book from his place on the floor, he was leaning against the lower shelves while you looked at the opposite shelf.

You looked at the cover before holding back a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, really?” Connor asked with a surprised expression before looking at for himself.

The book had nothing to do with 1920’s America, but instead was an encyclopedia on antique furnishings.

“Why the hell is this in here?”

“Majority of people never put books back in the right place, you’d find all sorts of random stuff on shelves.” You answered, sitting down on the floor opposite of him.

Connor was about to make a witty remark but was interrupted by your phone going off.

“Doesn’t really matter, we should have enough to meet the written source material requirement anyways.” You said.

Connor started flipping through the furniture book to see some of the pictures, only looking up at you whenever you laughed a little under your breath.

You smiled at your screen, laughing again before you started tapping out a reply.

“Who dares to disrupt (Y/n) while she’s at the library?” Connor mused, doing his best to disguise his curiosity.

“You know Tony, the one in from Physics?”

Connor shrugged. “Eh, more of an acquaintance.”

You nodded. “Ah, I see. Well the two of us just text a lot, send each other silly stuff.”

Connor smiled. “Sounds riveting.”

You laughed as you shook your head. “Oh hush up.”

Connor shifted on the ground, he was never aware the two of you were friends, I mean, he’d never seen you both talk. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to you, but for whatever reason, the idea made him uncomfortable.

You both signed out the books before leaving the library, but it was still fairly light out.

“We could probably stop and get something to eat if you’re up for it?” You offered.

Connor was about to accept, but then your phone went off again and suddenly the idea lost it’s appeal.

After the first time, your phone went off at least once every five minutes, and each time you were quick to respond. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did.

“Actually, I forgot but my mom has something for me to do, and if I don’t she’ll kill me.“Connor said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh okay, maybe another time then?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll text you later.” He answered, waving at you before taking off down the road.

“Well you’re home early!” Cynthia called whenever she saw her son walk into the house. “I wasn’t expecting you for at least another two hours-”

“I’ll be in my room.” Connor said to her before going up the stairs and closing his bedroom door a little too harshly.

Cynthia looked up the stairs, Connor hadn’t acted like this in weeks, she debated going up and asking what had happened, but decided it was best to give him space.

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anonymous asked:

8. In the dark kiss or 7. Laughing Kiss for hamburr? <3

When Aaron opens his eyes, it’s dark.

He curses and shifts on the bed, letting out a frustrated huff as he stares up the ceiling. If it’s dark, it’s night, and if it’s night, he has absolutely no fucking reason to be awake yet. But his mind doesn’t seem to want to accept that.

Usually he’d get up, go make some tea, maybe read for a bit. But his body feels tired and heavy, and the idea of getting up and out of the warmth of his covers does not sound ideal.

Instead Aaron turns over onto his side, blinking in the darkness until his eyes adjust. He can just make out Alexander’s form under all the covers, and a few seconds later a soft snore echoes through the room, and Aaron smiles. Alexander always claims he doesn’t snore.

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Thanks to @sneetchstar for tossing tropes/prompts at me when I couldn’t come up with any more ideas. This isn’t much but it’s my last Ichabbie Valentine’s Day offering. Just some mild smut and fluff. I hope everyone had a fun Ichabbie Valentine’s Day/Week! It has been great! 

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