i do not usually curse that much

To all the writers

As someone with asthma (and can’t be around smoke of any kind because it can send me into an asthma attack) it’s hard to read stories where the reader or idol smokes cigarettes or gets high.

As someone with blonde pixie cut hair and blue eyes I can’t see myself as a reader when I read certain scenarios.

As someone who is near-sighted I can’t feel like the reader who is usually far-sighted.

As someone who isn’t afraid to make jokes that guys would usually do, it’s hard for me to read scenarios where the reader is quiet and innocent.

As someone who curses so much it would make a sailor blush, it’s difficult for me to see myself as quiet and nice.

As someone with ADHD it’s hard for me to see myself when the reader is calm and patient.

As someone who isn’t idol thin, doesn’t have a flat stomach or thigh gap; I cannot see myself walking out with a crop top on.

As someone younger than every idol, it’s nice when someone doesn’t write you as a Noona

This is for the writers who don’t do that. This is for the writers that take their readers and think that they don’t look the same or act the same.

To the writers that don’t write about the reader being white, or Asian, you’re appreciated. To the writers who make the reader seem more realistic and like them or the reader, you guys are amazing.

This is to the writers that don’t do that, it’s okay; you’re still appreciated and loved and you’re writing is amazing!

This is to every writer who tries hard and doesn’t get constant support, to writers who always have an empty inbox.

Just keep writing because I promise you, your readers love your writing.


Originally posted by shawnlaveau

When hoodoo was created, most of the people using it did not have ready access to the best ingredients and often had to hide their practice. Consequently, a lot of what was used had to be things people could obtain. This is why hoodoo uses various roots, sticks, herbs, honey, sugar, and other household supplies readily available. There is no exception for dirt. Different kind of dirt is used for different kind of things but some examples include:

Dirt from the crossroads: used for many things including hexing/cursing, summoning certain spirits, opening roads, etc.

Dirt from a bank: Most commonly used in money work. I swear by bank dirt. It adds so much potency to money workings and every time I have used it I have gotten great results. Could also be used in works to get a loan, get approved for a house, relieve debt, etc.

Dirt from a church: This is usually used for works that have to do with cleansing, healing, or otherwise “holy” matters.

Graveyard dirt: A staple in hoodoo, used for many different things including curses, healing, ancestor work, goofer dust, hot foot powder, etc.

Some of these are examples of things that have been used traditionally and throughout hoodoo’s history. However, all types of folk magick utilize whatever you have.

I have in the past used dirt from a car dealership(to obtain a car), dirt from a red ant farm(defensive/hexing), dirt from a destroyed/abandoned building(defensive/hexing), and dirt from a specific apartment complex I wanted to live in. *not all of these are my ideas, but some of them are* 

Folk Magick is and was about using whatever you have around you, and often whatever cost less. Do not ever feel like you can’t do effective, life changing magick with twigs and leaves. You can. Our ancestors did, you can too.

  • Chris/JJ/Victor especially Chris/JJ. I ship it now
  • Everyone screaming at the Yuri/Otabek parts lolol
  • How they used Grease songs with their lyrics
  • Chris trying to show off his ass as usual and flirting w/ Yuuri and hip bumping Yuri
  • Yuuri’s dad’s skateguard innuendo
  • Yuri’s Hasetsu entrance omg
  • Kazoo titanic scene- deceased
  • JJ lowkey looking like Gerard Way (but in a good way?)
  • Yuri’s Victoria’s Secret bag??????????
  • Victor cursing because Yuri has Exposed him
  • The Eros and Victuuri slideshows
  • Yuri cosplayer
  • All the cosplayers really
  • The ending with the flags
  • And it’s got english subs so ya’ll got no excuse
  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vSyWPLoVa8
Alcohol & Magic

We all enjoy our drinks from time to time but has anyone ever thought of the properties of each beverage? I haven’t until now and we’re gonna jump into it now. Also these are based off what I think they can be used for, feel free to correct me or put your input in or add any alcohol I missed!

  • 🍸 Vodka - A strong ass drink. Can be used for strong spells, curses, banishing, warding, and cleansing.
  • 🍷 Wine - Both red and white are made from fruit, more specifically berries. Use wine in offerings, love spells, and healing spells.
  • 🍺 Beer and Ale - Now, I find this boring because I like my drinks to have taste (and these drinks are usually brewed from wheat) but whatever. You can use beer and ale cleansing and grounding spells.
  • Tequila - Ah yes, the drink white girls get “lit” on. Tequila can be used in binding and grounding spells.
  • 🥃 Rum - A drink with spice and the drink of pirates. This drink can be used in summoning, binding, and love spells.
  • Whiskey - A cousin of rum, or that’s how I see them, only the classiest of people drink whiskey in their short glasses. Whiskey can be used in binding and self love spells.
  • 🥂 Mead - A wine usually made from honey. Mead can be used in offerings and love spells.
  • 🍶 Sake - This drink will ruin your night if you’re not careful because it is a strong ass drink. Use for curses, banishing, binding, and negative based spells.
  • Moonshine - Do. not. drink. too. much. of. this. Like vodka and Sake this drink is very strong so it is best used in spells that you want to be powerful. Basically you can use moonshine in any spell.

*Daveed Diggs x reader
*Word count: 1206

Summary: You and the rest of the original cast are hanging out at Daveed’s apartment for a little cast party when somehow, Oak gets the dumbest idea to play seven minutes in heaven, and now you’re stuck in a closet with Groff and Daveed doesn’t like that very much and basically iT GETS WILD K

A/N: Okay, so I’m ALMOST finished with part two of Broadway, but of course, I ended up getting writers block right in the middle of writing it and now I can’t seem to think of any good ideas for it and then this fic happened. Requests are open and I’ll try to get Broadway out sometime this week! Love you guys :)

Warnings: Um the usual ,,, cursing and love confessions whooP


Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You mutter as you take off your most precious possession, a diamond necklace your mother had given to you when you were younger, and put it into the beanie that Oak was holding out to you with a smug expression.

“Relax, Y/n/n,” Groff teases as he puts his watch into the beanie, using your childhood nickname that you despised. “Yeah,” Daveed snickered, sitting on the other side of you. “It’ll be fun.” You scoffed, blowing your hair out of your eyes as you turned to face Daveed and Groff with an incredulous expression. “Yeah, for you guys.” You huffed, crossing your arms and trying to ignore the blush that decided to make an appearance on your features when Daveed slung an arm across your shoulders.

Of course, that blush didn’t go unnoticed to Pippa and Lin, who simply looked at each other and smirked, before turning away and facing you two again.

Eventually, everyone had put an item into the basket and now Jazzy was drawing an item from the beanie, and when she finally pulled it out, everyone groaned when she pulled out Anthony’s bracelet, “no fun,” Renee complained, shaking her head before laughing a bit at the irony of Jasmine pulling out her boyfriend’s item.

“Whatever, let’s go,” Anthony laughed, leading Jasmine to the closet. “Don’t be too loud, you two! We’re still here!” Lin whooped, snickering a bit when you leaned across to smack him gently on the shoulder.

Seven minutes later, both Jasmine and Anthony walked out, Anthony with a smug expression and Jasmine with her cheeks tinted pink and disheveled hair. Oak whistled, winking playfully at the two.

“Alright, Groffsauce, it’s your turn.” Oak called out, handing the beanie to Groff so he could draw something from the beanie. He then pulled out your necklace, which made him immediately stand up and bow in your direction, using his fake British accent he used every night, “M’lady,” he teased, holding out his hand for you to take.

Of course, you didn’t notice Daveed tensing up when you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. “Don’t go crazy!” Anthony laughed, high fiving Lin and Oak, whereas Daveed just crossed his arms and muttered bitter words under his breath, which made everyone turn their attention to him and laugh.

“What? You don’t like it that your girlfriend is in the closet with Groff right now?” Lin cooed teasingly, pinching Daveed’s cheeks which made him groan and slap Lin’s hands away. “Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend,” he pouted, and it was obvious that he was upset.

“This is a stupid game anyway.” Daveed muttered, running a hand through his wild hair. “Chill out, D.” Renee rolled her eyes, “you’re acting like a child. You know they don’t like each other romantically and nothing’s gonna happen.” Daveed sighed, he knew it was true, but there was still this lingering feeling in him that wouldn’t go away.

After the seven minutes were up, you and Groff walked out, Groff sporting lipstick on his cheeks and forehead, which made everyone whistle playfully. “I’m never cleaning my face again, my love.” Groff sighed playfully, pretending to swoon as he took your hand and batted his eyes. You both sat down and you cupped his face, “I’ll love you forever, my dear.” You pretended, trying not to crack.

Daveed couldn’t take that and immediately stood up, muttering something about grabbing a drink and storming off, his fists clenched.

You frowned, removing your hand from Groff’s and looking at everyone, “what happened?” You wandered, making everyone shrug, yet you knew that from the expressions they all had, they knew. But you didn’t push and only sighed, getting up to go find the man and ask him what was wrong.

You found him, pouring some vodka into a shot glass and chugging it immediately, slamming the small glass cup onto the marble counter. “D?” You wandered, moving towards him and gently placing your hand  on his bicep, frowning up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes and muttered something, though you couldn’t understand.

This went on for a few more minutes before you got annoyed, pulling away from Daveed and glaring him. “Daveed, look at me right now.” He groaned, setting the glass he was ready to drink down and looked at you with a stone cold expression.

“What’s up with you? You were fine before me and Groff went into the closet.” You ranted slightly, “and now- now you’re acting like a child! And I don’t know how to help you!” You threw your hands in the air to make it a bit more dramatic, narrowing your eyes at him.

“God, it’s nothing, Y/n. Just leave it alone.” He growled, shaking his head.

“But it is something.” You argued back, stepping a bit closer to him which made him narrow his eyes as he took a shaky breath.

“Fine, you really want to know?” He cracked, making you nod your head. “I-I, I love you,” he laughed, no humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “This is so cheesy and stupid but when I saw Groff pull your stupid necklace out of that stupid beanie, it was the worst feeling in the world.” He continued. “And I know you would never date him and he doesn’t like you romantically but it’s still an awful feeling-”

“Daveed, shut up.”

He stopped, looking down at you with a hurt expression when you pulled his face down to meet yours, pressing your lips to his.

It took a few moments for him to reciprocate but he finally did, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up onto the counter, kissing you as if he stopped, you’d be gone.

You both eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away to catch your breath, smiling breathlessly at each other.

When you both went back, hand in hand, you were greeted with this scene~

“Who the hell put a deck of cards in the beanie?” Oak groaned, frowning at the deck in his hands which made Lin sheepishly raise his hand.

“What? Did you seriously think we would make out? Nuh uh. We’re gonna play Go Fish for the next seven minutes.”

“Why do you even carry a deck of cards with you?”

“You never know when you’ll need them.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know.”


Reader x Stiles Stilinski



Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881

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SUMMARY - Bucky , your boyfriend ,who has been abroad for a week catches you masturbating to the movie ‘The Bronze’. (you know the infamous gymnastic sex scene )

A/N - This fic needed more work than usual so Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe. 

WARNINGS- Masturbation , unprotected sex ( pls practice safe sex guys), maybe a little embarrassment. (also lot less curses , but still a few . I can’t help it .)

Originally posted by coralineseye

(but I do .) 

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Cherry on top (Part 2)

Archie Andrews x reader

Summary; You finally find out why Archie’s been a dick

Warnings; cursing, a quickie

A/N; Part 2 is finally here! I’m not a 100% happy about this but I wanted to post it anyway so I hope you like it!

The weekend was over. You hadn’t heard anything from Archie after thursday when he had shamelessly teased you at Pop’s.

Now that it was monday morning and time for school, you put on more makeup than usual due to your eyes being red and puffy after crying so much. You hated crying and didn’t do it often but you couldn’t stop it when you felt like you were invisible to Archie.

You hoped you could catch him at school and get a chance to talk but doubted it.

Walking inside the student filled halls, you tried to locate your so called boyfriend. You had already attended a few classes but still hadn’t seen Archie anywhere. You were ready to give up for the day but then you saw him. He was leaning against a locker, talking with Betty. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever and you felt the sadness be replaced with rage.

The halls were emptying as the bell rang, signaling people to go to classes. You had been dying to talk to him but suddenly you didn’t even wanna see him. You couldn’t even describe how furious you were but you weren’t gonna show it to him. So you did something you thought you wouldn’t. You simply walked past him, completely ignoring him, not even glancing in his direction. As you did, you saw him looking at you out of the corner of your eye but just kept walking. If he hadn’t talked to you in so many days, why would today be any different?

You walked around the corner to an empty hall when you felt a hand grab your arm. As you turned to see who it was, you immediately ripped your arm from his touch.

“Leave me alone, Archie”, you told him and started to walk again but he stopped you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”, his words echoed in the hall.

You thought that maybe you had been hallucinating and he wasn’t real but turning back to see his sad face, you couldn’t stop the laughter escaping your mouth.

“Are you serious right now?”, you kept laughing and he just looked at you, confused.

“You’ve been ignoring be, your girlfriend, for, I can’t even remember for how long anymore and now you’re suddenly just sorry? I mean, I don’t even know if we’re together anymore”, you almost yelled.

Archie didn’t say anything as he took your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“Please, let me explain!”, he pleaded before you had a chance to say anything.

“No. You’ve had more than one chance to talk to me and you didn’t, so no”, you said as you went for the door but Archie stood in front of it, blocking your way.

“Move, Archie”, you commanded, not looking at him.

“No, you need to listen”, he said.

“Why?”, you questioned.

“Because I love you”, he yelled and his loud voice scared you a little.

“Really? Because lately, it hasn’t seemed like it”, you scoffed and folded your arms over your chest.

“I had sex with a teacher”, he blurted out suddenly and you froze for a second before rapidly blinking your eyes, to make sure this was real life and not a nightmare.

And it those words weren’t enough to kill you inside, his next words were enough to make you think about what words to write on your tombstone.

“And she told me she’s pregnant”, he added.

You felt like someone had just stabbed you as you felt yourself lose your balance and took a step back. Archie was immediately reaching to steady you but you just lifted your hand to stop him.

“You cheated on me with a fucking teacher and put a baby in her?”, you asked in almost a whisper as you were trying to catch your breath.

“No, it’s not like that! Just sit down and let me explain, please”, he said and pushed you down to sit on a chair. You sighed in defeat but wanted to know what kind of bullshit explanation he could have for this.

“Okay, so first, I didn’t cheat on you, this happened before we started to date”, he said and you didn’t know what to feel. You were a little happy that he didn’t cheat on you but still pissed. He took your silence as his cue to continue.

“I had a small thing with her in the summer but it didn’t end well and she moved out of town. After her, you and I started to date and I didn’t hear anything from her until two weeks ago. She called and said that she was a few months pregnant and that the baby was mine. I didn’t believe her first but she swore that it was true and I finally believed her. I didn’t wanna tell you because I didn’t know how so I acted like an ass”, he explained.

“So why did you choose to talk to me now?”, you asked.

“After we last saw at Pop’s, Jughead talked some sense into my head and we started to look into the pregnancy and I found out this morning that she really was pregnant but I’m not the father”, he said and you felt a little relieved.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”, you sadly questioned.

“I though I was gonna be a dad to another woman’s child so it would be easier for you if you just hated me and that’s why I pretended not to care when you kissed Jug, but I understand completely why you did and I don’t blame you”, he said and you felt a little bad.

“I just wish you would’ve talked to me and we could’ve avoid all this crap”, you sighed.

“I know and I should’ve, that’s why I’m so sorry baby. Can you ever forgive me?”, he said, looking really sad.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m happy that you didn’t cheat on me but the fact that you couldn’t talk to me about this, makes me question our relationship”, you told him with teary eyes.

“Y/N, please give me another chance. I promise that nothing like this is never gonna happen again”, he pleaded as tears rolled down his cheeks. It hurt you to see him like this and you tried to make a decision.

“Archie, I don’t know what to do, I love you but the way you handled this situation wasn’t the person I know. Plus the fact that you left me horny in public with a fruit inside me, didn’t help”, you said and tried to hide your smirk when you thought about the little moment of pleasure.

“I know and I didn’t really feel like myself but that’s over now. And I don’t know what came over me at Pop’s, I just missed you and your sweet pussy”, he said as you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.

“I’m may not be ready to forgive you right now but I’m definitely ready for some make up sex”, you full on smirked at him now.

He didn’t say a word as he leaped towards you, pulled you up from the chair and was instantly kissing you and you almost cried when you felt his familiar lips against your and you felt so happy after missing him so much.

“We’re gonna have to be quick, someone might come in here”, he said between kisses and you reached down to pull his cock out and sucking it for a minute.

“Hurry up then”, you told him as you went to bend over the teacher’s table and lifted your skirt to reveal that you weren’t wearing any underwear. You saw Archie’s eyes go wide and in a second he was already standing behind you and placing his cock against your entrance.

“How did you like that cherry in this juicy thing? Bet it didn’t feel anything like my big cock stretching your tight little pussy?”, he teased you. He hadn’t talked to you before like this but you felt your pussy clenching at his words.

“Just fuck me, Archie”, you begged and he pushed himself fully in. You moaned instantly as he started to pound into you, faster than ever and you felt yourself reaching your peak fast due to not being satisfied in a while. A slap on your ass was enough to drive you over the edge and he came with you.

You fixed your skirt and Archie pulled his pants back up when you heard footsteps behind the door. It opened and you both panicked when you saw the coach standing there.

“I thought I heard voices. What are you kids doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”, he questioned.

“Yeah coach, Y/N was just helping to catch up with some homework”, Archie lied.

“Without any books?”, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s an oral exam”, you smiled and Archie started to cough.

“Alright, just get to class”, he said, holding the door open for you.

You walked with Archie to the lounge area as you didn’t wanna go to class that was ending in ten minutes. You sat with him on the couch as he took your hand in his and looked you into your eyes.

“Please give me another chance?”, he asked.

“On one condition”, you said and Archie’s eyes filled with hope.

“Next time, use your dick, don’t be one”, you smirked and shared a laugh with him.

Bakugou x Reader - Rainy Day Kittens + Happy 1,500+ followers!

Decided to post this without the the photo bc Sho is sick and I didn’t want to rush her with the sketch because she’s drowning in commissions, so we’ll most likely finish it on a later date. Also I guess this is sort of happy 1,500 followers now that I think about it lmao. Thank you all for the continued support, I’m very lucky to have such great followers!

Words: 3,420

It was around  9pm and you were worried sick. You checked your phone for probably the fifth time this minute, hoping that a text from your boyfriend would suddenly appear on screen. Your previous texts had been ignored ever since you started texting him around seven. It was also good to mention that it was absolutely pouring outside, thunder and lightning crackling up the sky. Anxiety tugged at your mind and about a thousand thoughts were racing through your mind. Was he attacked on the way home? Was he knocked out cold and being held somewhere? Or maybe he secretly had a mistress and was cheating on you… You shook that thought out of your head. There’s no way that one was even remotely true.

You slurped up your noodles from your instant ramen cup since you had delayed dinner to the point where it was too late to make anything big. It’s a good thing Maru-chan always had your back for situations like these. Although Katsuki would would probably kill you for eating something so bad for you. You drank down the hot broth, savoring the warmth as the rain continued it’s downpour onto the the city. There’s no way he would’ve gotten himself in trouble. Well, not anything he couldn’t handle himself. You sighed, tapping your foot out to get rid of this anxious feeling in your chest.

When you heard the door to your house crack open you rushed to the over after setting down your finished cup noodles. Your boyfriend stepped into the house, kicking the door closed and letting an out an agitated sigh. You moved to stand in front of him and instantly grabbed his  face to pepper it with kisses, ignoring the fact that he was soaked to the bone. He didn’t do much to stop you since the warmth of your lips felt good on his cold wet face.

“Katsuki where have you been?? You had me worried sick I thought something bad happened…” You trailed off. After a few moments you looked at him as a whole and squinted. What was up with his jacket? It looked… lumpy and was it moving? Your gaze traveled to his face and he had the look like he was trying to hold back a stupid smile.

“What the hell is going on? You’re usually cursing up a storm and complaining about your day. What gives?” You asked pursing your lips. He glared at you.

“Just shut the fuck up and help me with this.” Katsuki grumbled.

You assumed he was talking about his lumpy and moving jacket so you cautiously went to unzip it. There was a noise and you stopped letting out a squeak. What the fuck? Is this some sort of prank? You listened for a second and heard it again. It sounded like… You went to unzip most of the rest of his jacket and your face lit up with happiness and surprise. This was too cute. As soon as light hit the little bundles of fur they started making a symphony of tiny mewls. You squealed with delight.

“Kittens! Oh but they’re covered in mud, poor little things.” You cooed.

“Don’t just fucking stand there, get them out of my jacket!” Katsuki demanded. You complied happily.

Reaching into his jacket you pulled out three of the kittens covered in mud, all the while going on about how cute they were. They squirmed in your arms and you could barely hold them. Katsuki was left with the other three. You looked at him practically radiating with happiness from this little surprise he had for you.

“Here, let’s go put them in the tub so I can wash them off. Then you can go change while I give them a tiny bath.” You smiled.

Katsuki nodded and mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch. He was probably just complaining about how cold he was from his soaked clothes. He followed you down the hall and to the bath and shower. You nudged the door open with your foot and used your elbow to flick on the lights. You quickly sat down to let down the squirming little fuzzballs onto the bathroom floor. They stumbled and crawled around as you scooted over to the tub to start the bath. Katsuki sat on the ground and let the other three down, going to shed his dirty and soaked jacket and his shirt that was under it until he was just left in his pants. You held your hand out in the tub waiting for the water to warm up and watched as the six kittens stumbled over to Katsuki who was busy trying to dry his soaked hair.

“Go over there to her you idiots I’ve already had enough of you.” He said with a frown plastered on his face.

It didn’t work because they kept on their path to stumble over to him on their tiny little legs. He hissed as one jumped up onto his leg and dig their claws into him. He huffed and picked up the kitten gently and put it down facing your direction, hoping it’d get the memo to leave him alone. It didn’t work obviously, and the kitten bounded back over to him, meowing loudly as if out of protest to being sent away. Katsuki gave up and soon his lap was covered in kittens. You laughed a little bit as the muddy kittens crawled all over him. He sat there looking unamused of course but he never handled them harshly even as they accidentally scratched up his thigh.

“The bath is ready for them, you can go change now.” You said grabbing a kitten from him and setting it in the two inches of water.

“If I can get these fuckers off me.” He mumbled in disdain.

“Then I’ll help you.” You chuckled.

You reached over and grabbed another one, and then a second one before you set them in the tub of warm water with the others. They meowed loudly in protest but it was for their own good. Well, and Katsuki’s. He handed you another two for you to put in the tub before he handed you the last one and stood up to head to your shared bedroom to get a fresh shirt and pants. Meanwhile you grabbed each tiny kitten and gently washed off the mud caked onto their fur. They kept trying to jump out of the tub and you had a fun time when one of them actually jumped out and and made a straight beeline for the door.

“Ah, no! Get back here!.” You called out. “Katsuki we have an escapee!”

An aggravated yell could be heard from down the hall followed by a string of curses. You also heard a tiny distant meow before you went back to trying to wash off the rest of the little turds. After each kitten was washed you didn’t even care as they jumped out of the tub and run out the door because you had a sneaking suspicion where they were heading anyways. After you cleaned the last one you caught them before they could escape and grabbed a towel to dry them off.

 As you were drying off the tiny kitten Katsuki walked in through the door looking very unamused. You covered your mouth to hide your smile when a small mob of kittens came trotting in after him. Oh how amusing this was… You let the kitten you had go and they ran to join the tiny herd. You watched as Katsuki tried to sit down by you and carefully plan each movement as to not accidentally hurt one of his tiny followers. When he had sat down the wet kittens automatically clambered on top of him and vied for his attention. You handed him a towel to help you dry them off and he begrudgingly took it before grabbing a screaming kitten. While he toweled off another kitten you grabbed another one and kept going until they were all dried off and romping around.

“I’m pretty sure they think you’re their mama.” You snickered seeing them needily try and climb over him.

“Don’t be stupid, all I did was rescue them from some shitty cardboard box.” He grumbled taking one of the kittens before holding it up to his face. “I’m not your mom.”

“I don’t think you can convince them that you’re not.” You said with a coy smile.

You reached over and took one of them, holding it and scratching under it’s chin with a finger. After setting it down it immediately went to join the others in their adventure to climb Mt. Katsuki. Meanwhile you boyfriend was trying to get them off of him so he could have some breathing room. At some point he gave up because he let him climb up and sit in his arms. You hated to break this touching moment but you didn’t really want to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom.

“I think we should take them into the kitchen and try to feed them” You said picking a kitten off of him.

“With what? We don’t have fucking cat food.” He said.

“Then I’ll go down to the convenience store down the street. It’s open 24/7.” You offered.

“I’m not letting you out in the rain at night.” He said sternly. “If anyone’s going anywhere it’s going to be me.”

“But you literally just got back and you’re going to get wet again!” You reasoned. He just brushed you off and the yelling kittens that went sliding off of him as he got up.

The kittens went running off after him and he had to be careful not to accidentally step on them while he trudged to the door. You were a little mad that he was going out instead of letting you but it was hard to stay mad watching him be so gentle with the six bundles of fur meowing at his feet. With a sigh you got up and started to herd the kittens away from Katsuki since he was yelling curses trying to scoot them away from the door. He nudge one back with the tip of his umbrella until he mumbled a goodbye and was out the door.

You noticed the kittens seemed rather lost without their appointed mother so you did your best to fill in. You ran off to find a blanket and made it into a makeshift pouch so you could place the kittens in it. Admittedly you felt some sort of weird cat burglar or some sort of stork carrying kittens around in a makeshift sack. You lugged them off and over to the couch in the living room and flicked on the tv so you could have something to do when not watching the kitties. Setting down the sack meowing kittens they nearly exploded out of the blanket and resumed their meowing as they wandered around the small space of the living room. You tried your best to keep them engaged using a ribbon from an old present bag.

Time ticked on and the kittens had gotten bored, opting to take a little rest on you or beside you. They looked like a bunch of tiny little sweet rolls curled up the way you were and you took out your phone to take a picture. You sent the pictures to your group chat with a few others before you went back you petting the resting kitties. Of course that didn’t last long. Your phone buzzed, letting out a text tone and startling a few of them. You looked at the reply to see that it was from Ochako.

“They’re so cute!! I didn’t know you guys had cats what are their names?” The text message read.

Names? That’s right… you really hadn’t thought of any names for them. Now you had something else to do while Katsuki was at the convenience store. Petting the kitten in your lap gently you pondered a few names, forgetting to text back to Ochako. You looked over to your cup of noodles and looked at the brand. You smiled and a light bulb went off in your head. This one would definitely be named Maru-chan.

Time marched on and you had settled on a few names. Maru-chan, Tama, Spaghet, President Theodore Roosevelt… You weren’t sure for the last two but it didn’t matter because the door practically slammed open alerting the kittens to a certain someone’s arrival. They hauled ass over to him and you heard a frustrated yell as you slowly got up.

“Oh for fucks sake I wasn’t gone that long. Piss off!” Katsuki yelled carefully shuffling his feet and nudging the kitties out of the way.

“See, I told you they think you’re their mama.” You snickered watch him try to walk over to you.

“Fuck off, just take this bag.” He said jutting out his arm in your direction. You took it and started going over the items in the bag.

Pulling out stuff you saw a lot of cans of wet cat food and then some cat toys. A large bag of cat food was slammed on the table next to you and you jumped making your boyfriend laugh. A few of the kittens jumped on the table and were inspecting the bag, jumping when it moved or something else moved suddenly to startle them. You puffed out your cheeks and let out a sigh a few seconds later.

“We need litter boxes, too.” You said under realization that cat do in fact, poop and pee.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Came Katsuki’s enraged response. “I’m not going back out again!”

“I’m not asking you to so calm your tits, babe.” You huffed back at him. “I think I have an old storage bin from when we moved. We can just fill it with the sand from those old sandbags in the garage.”

Katsuki grumbled something and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. You sighed and leaned into his embrace. You’d just have to feed these little farts and get their litter box set up so the two of you could rest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going to grab some of the cans of food for the cats, but you swatted his hand away.

“No, I’ll feed them. You should make yourself something to eat I know you’re probably hungry.” You said reaching out and holding his hand in yours. “You need to eat too you know.”

“Fine.” He replied almost looking relieved.

You let go of his hand and watched him shuffle lazily to the fridge so he could make himself something to eat. It was well past ten so he deserved to eat something. Grabbing the small cans of cat food you went to rummage through your cupboards and get six small bowls, all stacked on top of each other. You walked a bit aways into the midway point between the kitchen and the living room before you set everything down. The kittens were still pestering Katsuki as you went back over to grab a spoon.

Opening a can of the wet cat food immediately made the kittens cast their attention over to you and they mobbed you like some sort of hungry crowd of cat zombies. You struggled to keep them away from the bowl you were scooping the food into and had to stand up and try to do it that way. If only you had some sort of forcefield quirk so you could make a little bubble for yourself. You set the already full bowl on the table and picked up another can to empty into another bowl. After a while you had gotten the bowls full but putting them down was the next challenge. You set two bowls down and they swarmed onto those.

“Oi you fat asses there’s more food over here.” You heard Katsuki say from behind you. He moved past you to grab and set down a few more bowls while you went to get the last few.

Katsuki bent down and took some of the kittens so he could deposit them by their own personal bowl of cat food. You watched him do the same for the rest and then sit there and police who was eating out of which bowl like the good cat mom he was. You laughed a bit when he stopped a kitten who already eaten all of their food from mooching off another one. Kneeling down next him you helped him on policing duty and moved to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You could tell he appreciated the affection because he practically leaned into you touch.

“Didn’t I tell you to make yourself some food?” You asked teasingly. He half heartedly glared at you.

“I am making something, it’s simmering.” He said flatly. “Besides you were fucking it up over here.”

“How mean.” You said in mock hurt. “But if I knew having a bunch of stray kittens in this house would make you a bit softer, maybe I should’ve gotten a kitten sooner.”

“Whatever.” He said going to shoo a kitten away from the one that was still eating.

“It’s true!” You chuckled. “You’re very gentle with them, I’m surprised.”

The kittens finished their meals and while Katsuki ate his own food and dealt with them meowing at him for attention, you went to find the large plastic tub you were talking about. You rummaged around in the garage until you found it and then continued to lug a sandbag and slam it down inside. You grabbed a large knife, slicing an opened and then emptying the contents into the tub. It wasn’t the best litter box but it’d have to do for now until you could get actual stuff from a pet store.

After lugging the giant tub into the main room you yawned and flopped yourself onto the couch. One of the kittens, Maru-chan, had jumped on the couch with you and went to curl up on your chest. Not too much later Katsuki came over, kittens trailing after him as he crashed next to you. You hummed as he pulled you over to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head came to rest on his chest. Maru-chan had since moved and found another place somewhere else.

“You’re gonna make me fall asleep right here I swear.” You mumbled.

“I wouldn’t give a fuck even if you did.” He sighed taking his fingers and threading them in your hair. “I’ll probably pass the fuck out here anyways.”

“Then if I fall asleep and drool on you, you can’t complain.” You said stifling a yawn.

“If you drool I’m shoving you off me.” He said clearly unamused. You laughed lightly and snuggled into his chest even more.

With all six kittens around him Katsuki looked down at you, realizing you were his seventh. His fingers combed through your hair and he vaguely payed attention to the tv. You were a pain in the ass sometimes, just like the six furballs curled up at his side. But he loved you nonetheless, and nothing would change that.

“We’re not taking them to the shelter are we?” You asked sadly.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asked.

“Just making sure, I don’t think they’d be happy having to leave their precious mama.” You smiled.

“For the last time I’m not they’re mam- ow!” He was cut off when a kitten’s kneading got a little too much. He glared at the offending cat in question.

“Oh, did President Theodore Roosevelt get you? He had the sharpest claws.” You asked  craning your neck to look at him.

“President… what?” He asked.

“That’s his name.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“I… You’re so fucking weird.” He groaned taking his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“H-Hey! Like you could name them better!” You said jabbing him in the side. “I still haven’t named two of them. Why don’t you do the honors?”

“Fine, then it’ll be King of Explosions and… Murder.” He said. You choked on your spit.

“Katsuki we can’t name him Murder! What if he gets lost we can’t just run around yelling ‘Murder!’ Someone would call the cops!” You shrieked.

“Oi, you fucking said I could name them!” He protested.

“Okay you can but…” You hid your face in your hands. “Please something, anything other than Murder.”



Three Days, Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: could you do a lafayette x reader soulmate au? thank youuu!!:


Warnings: Cursing (the usual), mentions of alcohol consumption and drunkedness, period-typical sexism, etc.


This thing literally spiraled out of my hands. I was supposed to sit down to write a shorter fic and I ended up writing the longest fic I’ve posted to date. 

I want to thank all of you for the lovely things you’ve been saying about the blog, like holy shit y’all are super sweet. 

Anyway, enjoy my reiteration of the Lafayette reincarnation, soulmate AU thing. Much love. xx

8th of November, 1780

The rain was cold on your face, and your skirts were no doubt ruined by now. You couldn’t find much in you to care.

How long you had stood there, with mud crawling up your shoes and socks, you didn’t know. The rain had been pouring for far longer though, that was for sure.

It was almost hilariously easy to go back to the party—the one being thrown in the honor of some scattered group of soldiers you knew but didn’t care about—if you wanted to. You didn’t want to; that was the entire point of the silent vigil you kept by the stables, letting the dirt and water thoroughly soil the dress your maids spent the better part of the week sprucing up and repairing of any running threads or loose hems.  

The Schuyler mansion glittered attractively in the distance, and in the cold, damp marsh of the stables, looked incredibly inviting. You knew, from experience, that the halls were warm with light and conversation. You knew that Angelica was probably (no, definitely) dazzling the room with her dizzying presence and slightly overwhelming charisma. You knew that Peggy was dancing the night away, the only sights of her you will catch a flutter of skirts as she was whisked away by some general or other. You knew that Eliza would be engaged in conversation with a handful of delegates, all of them staring openly at the middle Schuyler sister, who while not as handsome as the youngest or as openly flirtatious as the eldest, had her own brand of charm and youth that could ensnare even the hardest of hearts.

You knew that the entire galaxy that was held in that mansion, no matter how small, was falling in love with the fires residing in the darling sisters who inhabited it. (Angelica a powerful flare, Peggy a saucy ember, Eliza a tempered flame that sometimes caught you by surprise by how spiteful it could be.)  

The rain plowed on, relentless, and you managed to get impossibly more soaked than you were in the first place. The cold had, by then, long seeped into your bones, and desperate as you were to restore some kind (any kind) of body heat, your conviction proved far too strong to out rule the crawling, inside-out ache of the chill.

You were an oddity if there ever was one.

With the all-encompassing demand for freedom and revolution and warwarwar, you stood out as the white flag amongst the sea of red. Your parents were well-known pacifists, and you had been raised under a roof that promoted peace and quiet means of protest. However, as docile and gentle your parents were in displaying their views, you were…not.

The entire approach the Continental Army was taking was just all wrong.

“You can’t win our country through these means,” you had said that evening to one lieutenant, who had looked at you as though you were about to sprout wings and fangs.

“Girl,” the lieutenant had said (you never caught his name), carefully, like he wasn’t sure you quite understood. “We are in the middle of war.”

“It doesn’t have to be war,” you said earnestly, pleading that he understand what you were trying to say. But alas, as always, you were cast aside with a shake of the head and a scathing mutter.

You left the ballroom without so much as a goodbye to the sisters, something that gnawed at your guilt; the Schuylers were gracious enough to invite you to this ball after all, when everyone else had quietly shunted you away to some corner because of your views. But by the grace of God, standing in that crowded room, near so many people who had been so eager to cast you aside (both for your principles and your being a woman) was getting suffocating. (“You are a woman in a world that belongs to men, or at least so they think.” You remembered your mother saying to you. “You are unfortunately an example of what gentlemen hate the most, my darling; you are a woman with a brain she chooses to use and put on display.” Your mother smiled. “And I couldn’t be any more proud.”)

So you went, with a thunderous opening of doors into the howling wind and steady storm, and here you were.

The persistent quiet was broken by the click-clacking of hooves on wet gravel, and you looked up.

A carriage was slowly getting nearer. It was handsome and impressively ornate. Slightly ostentatious, in your opinion, but that was neither here nor there.

The horse drawing it cantered to a stop, and the door opened with a loud shout of laughter.

“My god, it’s pissing out here.” the voice closest to the door exclaimed, and with a loud squelch, a foot landed on the wet slush of dirt and pebbles. “Hold your coats over your heads, gentlemen, or risk facing the wrath of—“ he broke off, eyes landing on you.

“Nature,” he finished lamely.

You had stood up when you heard him step down. You knew who he was.

Alexander Hamilton squinted at you, at your dirtied dress, at the wet hair hanging around your face in sectioned clumps.

“Miss?” he called. You only looked on. “Madame over there! Are you all right, ma’am?”

Another voice was joining his calls. “Alexander, what is the meaning of this hold up?” It was a fellow soldier of Hamilton’s, you assumed. He wasn’t all that tall, and even from where you were you could see his freckles. “Holy Mother of God, is that a woman out there?”

“It is,” you heard Hamilton answer. “Ma’am! Are you okay?”

“My friends, we are already quite late. I do not think the general will appreciate our untimely appearance—“

Stepped down another soldier, this time tall and slender, easily towering over Hamilton and his companion. His voice was clear and pleasant, with the slightest hint of an accent interlacing his words. He, too, caught sight of you and was rendered silent. Between the four of you, the rain pounded on and was white noise.

“Excuse me, mademoiselle?” the tall one called. You looked at him, then. “What on earth are you doing out here in this weather?”

“Admiring the scenery,” you replied cheerfully, although the sarcasm was heavy and obvious in your tone.

The tall one looked confused. Hamilton, on the other hand, looked as if a sudden realization dawned on him quite abruptly.

“Ah,” he said, voice carrying in spite of himself (he never did learn how to keep his voice low), “I am guessing that you are of the Y/L/N family?”

You nodded, and this seemed to reaffirm Hamilton’s epiphany.

His freckly companion looked, to your rising anger, disdainful. “The pacifist nutters?”

The retort came out of your mouth faster than the crack of a whip. “Excuse me,” you fumed, “I’m afraid I do not know you sir, and I will not have a complete stranger strike an unearned insult at my family like that.”

The man shrunk behind Hamilton, who looked uncomfortable. The other, taller one, simply looked on in interest.

He was the one to break the silence once more. “Won’t you like to go inside the mansion, miss…?”

“Y/N,” you nearly spat.

“Miss Y/N,” he said, nodding. “You look a sight and you will catch a cold in this storm.”

You shook your head. “I’m perfectly fine,” You straightened, rearranged your skirts, although the endeavor was quite pointless. “Do not be concerned with me mister…”

“Lafayette,” he answered. A name to place on his face at last.

“Mister Lafayette,” you said, turning and preparing to walk away, before you felt the world spin on its axis and fall, fall, fall

When you came to, you were in the white, bare-faced room of a hospital. A nurse was pressing something wet and soft onto your forehead. You felt unbearably cold.

“Oh good,” a familiar voice spoke. “You’re up.”

It was Lafayette, standing against the doorway with his hands behind his back.

“You nearly gave all of us a fright back there,” he said, walking further into your room. You tried to get up, but the nurse stopped you.

“No moving quite yet,” she said, softly pushing you back into the covers. “You near contracted pneumonia out there, staying out in the cold for so long. How daft are you in the head, girl?”

You weren’t looking at her though, you were looking at Lafayette, who was smiling almost sheepishly down at you. (He was handsome, you noticed belatedly. Very handsome.)

It was the last thing you saw before you slipped back into the peaceful darkness of pseudo-oblivion.

9th of November, 1926

“Name your poison,” Slim purred as you hauled yourself onto a stool.

“For crying out loud, Slim, it’s nine in the morning!” you chided playfully, knocking a dainty knuckle on the bar top and laughing. “I’ll have a Champagne cocktail, switch out the bitters with absinthe.”

Slim smiled wryly. “And you call me an alcoholic,”

The speakeasy was already alive, even at the relatively early hour. Men and women were pouring in and rushing back out like a strong tide, and you were lucky enough to find yourself a spot on the coveted bar. Slim was nice, and he liked you, and he could spin up a good drink with nothing but orange bitters and gin, so you found that the long wait was quite worth it.

“Strong turnout,” you said as Slim made his way back to you, your drink bubbling happily in his hands. He passed the glass to you and you took a sip. The champagne was freshly opened, you could tell, and delightfully crisp in your throat, the tail-end of absinthe lingering on your tongue. You resurfaced and grinned at Slim, raising your glass. “I can see why,”

The absinthe did its job quite quickly and soon, after three or so glasses, you were spinning like a top on the dance floor, laughing and hollering and calling for more drinks. Slim, wisely, didn’t let you slip off with any more alcohol until you sobered up enough, but it was hours before you managed to do so.

“This is why you need to stop drinking so much,” Slim said as you slumped onto the counter, head in your arms.

“If I stopped drinking, who in God’s name is going to keep you in business?” you said, face still smushed into the crook of your arm. Slim laughed, slid you a glass of water.

“Not to alarm you,” he said as he gave you the glass, “but there’s a man who’s been eyeing you for the past hour. He hasn’t approached any other woman in the entire place.”

You grinned into your forearm, looked up. Slim was grinning, too. Subtly, he nodded towards a table that was occupied by the rowdiest bunch of men you’ve seen, which was saying something. Sure enough, you found a very attractive someone making eyes at you. From here, he looked slim, and even with the haze of smoke and the dim lighting and his loose clothes, you knew that he was fit. He glanced away as you turned to look at him, and after a while you faced Slim.

“Best make my move, no?” you said, emptying the glass and handing it back to him.

“Best,” Slim said shortly, although there was teasing underneath his terseness.

You sauntered over, your head feeling much clearer, and cleared your throat as you drew near. He and his friends caught sight of you, and they whistled as you approached. You smirked, groped around in your purse to fish out a long, thin cigarette.

“Excuse me sirs,” you said to the table at large but keeping your eyes on the one who caught your interest. He was, if possible, coloring an endearing shade of pink. “But do any of you have a lighter I could borrow?”

A broad-shouldered hulk of a man leaned over and offered you his. He lit it up, and you leaned, the cigarette in between your teeth and held steady by two fingers, never taking your eyes off of the brown-eyed, gorgeous man who seemed to be as interested in you as you were in him.

“Can you come with me outside? It’s a tad too stuffy in here.” you said, addressing only him. His friends were in uproar again, and he mumbled an agreement before shuffling out of his seat to follow you out of the speakeasy. On the way out, you caught Slim’s eye and threw him a smug grin.

“What’s your name, good-looking?” you said as you both climbed up the concrete stairs that hid the bar into the sticky, honey-glazed air of the Manhattan afternoon.

“My name is Lafayette,” he said, with the slightest hint of an accent.

“You foreign?” you asked, taking a drag and exhaling.

“French,” he said. A beat passed. “What’s your name?”

You smiled sweetly. “You’ll see.”

The two of you walked up the entire street, talking. At this hour, the city was starting to come alive with music, but the center of your gravity was firmly placed in Lafayette’s vicinity, and it was only when the two of you neared Broadway that you realized the hour.

“Drat, it’s getting late.” you cursed, looking at the clock that hung in one of the stores you passed by.

“I must be getting back to my friends now, as well.” Lafayette said, but you delighted in seeing that he seemed reluctant to leave. You didn’t want to go, either. “It was a pleasure to spend time with you, miss.”

You smiled at him. He really was something else. “I’d love to do this again sometime.” you said, not really caring that you were coming off as a bit too forward. (You were forward, and there was no shame in letting it happen.)

He grinned, a perfect, perfect smile. “I would love that as well.”

You walked backwards, eyes still fixed on him. “It’s Y/N,” you said, and he only looked at you. “My name. It’s Y/N,” You turned and walked, a feeling in your stomach that this won’t be the last time you’d see him.

10th of November, 2017

The day couldn’t get any shitter.

You had woken up late—for some fucking reason you had forgotten to set your alarm—thus making you miss the train. And now you had to wait for the next one. Hardee-fucking-har. You could take the bus, but at this point, taking the time to climb out of the subway and find a bus stop, the next train would be here and you just weren’t having any of that so you stayed in place.

Thankfully, the train appeared fifteen minutes later, and if you ran, you would maybe possibly make it to work on time.

You slumped into the first empty seat you could find, which happened to be next to this really tall guy with crazy curly hair that he had tied back in an attempt to tame it.

“Bad morning I take it?” the guy suddenly asked, taking you aback. You only nodded.

“The worst.” you said.

“Ah, I know the feeling.” he said, nodding sympathetically. He had some kind of accent, but it was barely there. If you had blinked, you would have missed it.

“It hopefully can’t get any worse, although knowing the universe, it could kick me up the ass when I least expect it, so I’d rather not jinx myself.”

He laughed. “You kind of just did.”

You groaned playfully. “Ah, shit.”

He chuckled, shoulders shaking. “I’m sorry,” he said, paused, “have we met before?”

You shook your head. “No. I would have remembered.” You didn’t have the best memory, but you would have certainly remembered his face. It was hard to miss and even harder to forget.

“Well then,” he said, clearing his throat impressively and holding out a hand to shake. “I’m Lafayette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Y/N, and likewise.” you said, smiling and taking his proffered hand.

He grinned, and the warm tickle in your stomach was new and yet strangely familiar.

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Requested by: @glitchedrabbit

“ “ I need some fluff with my boy can I ask for Connor x Reader with 14. “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?” And 15. “Can I kiss you?”

Warnings: fluff, swearing, FLUFF
Word count: 950-ish   Y/N = your name!! 


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(Requested by Anon) (Part 2 of this imagine)

You pressed your fingers to your temples, hoping to quell the migraine that was starting to form. “You wanted a drink right?” You opened your eyes and saw Jasper holding out a glass of clear liquid for you. Water by the looks of it. You shared a look with your brothers. Water was not the type of drink you had in mind.

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College Student!Guanlin AU

kind of rushed but I tried my best. all the punctuation that seems like it shouldn’t be there is there purposely, trust me. odd amounts of commas and semi colons are kind of my thing. enjoy and don’t forget requests are always open !!!!!

Originally posted by 1guanlins

-part of a group of rlly popular boys on campus

- only joined for the food
- and the bitcheZ AYE AYE AYE
- no just the food
- the whole thing is like supposed to be a brotherhood but he only really can have lasting conversations with maybe three members at best
- jihoon is everyone’s translator
- “..whaddya say guanlin?” *guanlin mumbles so quietly it sounds like a breath* “he said no thanks”
- in reality is just kinda awkward
- has his own fanclub amongst students, most female but a lot of male students as well
- has lineups to watch him play basketball w/ seongwoo + daniel in his free time
- really doesn’t understand why everyone loves him so much
- every valentine’s day leaves w a moUNTAIN OF CHOCOLATES
- mistaken for some cold prince but is just afraid to say something wrong by accident
- he meets ppl and is kinda quiet nd they’re like o god o god and he’s like o goD O G O D
- you don’t rlly get all the hype surrounding him????
- like yes he’s attractive and good at basketball but he seems to you kind of rude and mean and you vow not to fuck with lai guanlin
- and you don’t
- until one day somehow he decides to sit right beside you in the lecture hall and youre like ???what
- he doesn’t even make eye contact w/ you he just pretends like he didn’t just invade your personal space and you’re PISSED
- you mutter something under your breath along the lines of “i’m sorry was every other chair taken?” and he lOOKS OVER
- his face is so expressionless you’re saying your prayers like this is it for you you’re dead oh my god mom i’m so sorr y
- he coughs slightly, looking at his paper instead of you
- “uh, the floor was wet and i didn’t want to slip but i c-can go if you w-”
- “n-no its alRIGHT SORRY”
- nothing else is said and u can hear seongwoo cough out “awkward” from a row behind you
- the rest of the class he doesn’t speak, except for turning around to ask someone behind you for a pen because his ran out of ink
- the day after that he tries to sit next to you again, but this time yoo seonho wedges his way between you two and claims the seat next to you
- he immediately attempts to strike up a conversation, and is about fifteen times more likeable than guanlin
- you two hit it off, and seonho doesn’t even stop talking for the teacher, which pisses the professor off to nO END
- you barely get any work done, but do manage to learn seonho’s life story and a good deal of guanlin’s
- “and then guanlin slippe-” “i saID DONT TELL THIS STORY”- apparently guanlin opens up more when seonho is present, and despite the fact you still don’t rlly like him you don’t hold yesterday against him
- the day after that, you don’t really expect much
- the night before you spent cramming for a test in a different class, and you were spent
- you get into the hall late, and all the desks–including where you usually sit–are taken
-you kinda just curse and go sit over off to the side where it’s quieter and has a fifteen percent higher chance of you falling dead asleep
- you sit in the desk up against the wall, so you have somewhere to rest your head
- as soon as you lay your head against the wall someone slams a pencil case down on the desk beside you, and you jump
- guanlin sits beside you, and seonho beside him
- dont they have friends??????????
- speaking of, then ong seongwoo and kang daniel–two other boys with strong fanclubs that have members throwing glares at you–decide to join as well, bae jinyoung and lee daehwi scampering behind them
- “when did i become this popular??”
- “when guanlin started li-sAT NEXT TO YOU WHEN HE SAT BESIDE YOU OW OW”
- most of the lesson goes off without any problems, until daniel taps you on the shoulder
- “yo, party this friday at jaehwan’s place,,,,,you in???”
- you were rarely invited to parties, let alone parties on the scale you knew this one would be at, and so you agreed
- guanlin just mutters and goes back to his papers–face rllyyyyy pink
- fast forward to friday,,,,,
- daniel and seongwoo said they’d pick you and a few other people from your dorm so you’re like :-))) alright pal
- the car ride is crAMPED
- you’re forced beside daniel and have to listen to him talk and talk and talk
- at one point he gives up trying to start conversations with you and starts yelling up to seongwoo who’s driving
- seongwoo yells back and at one point he turns around while still driving in an attempt to swat at daniel who said something seongwoo didn’t like
- when you finally get there after much hardship and almost car crashes–courtesy of daniel–it’s barely past the time the party was supposed to start and there’s already teens spilling from the mouth of the house into the front yard, music obnoxiously sounding from somewhere close to the doors
- when you turn around to make a sarcastic comment, everyone’s gone
- you–despite your better judgement–make your way inside the house and try to find anyone you know
- that turns into you wandering around a house for fourteen minutes until you accidentally trip and fall on someone
- you land on the floor beside them, but didn’t manage to fully knock them over
- you’re saying goodbye to your loved ones in your brain bc you thought you heard kang dongho over here and o fuck he’s kinda scary
“o h my god i’m so sorr ry are you alright this looks bad can i help you are you hurt,,,,o G od i didn’t see y-”
seonho yells from across the room at you like there aren’t enough people looking at you
- the guy you ran into kinda just glares at you and you’re offended but not offended enough to say anything
- seonho, on the other hand, is the opposite
“aRe yOu tryiNg to fiGhT //OUR// Y/N???!?!!!?//!!?? GUANLIN HYUNG HE’S GOING TO TRY AND FIGHT O UR-”
- you and guanlin are mortified
“ignore him!!! i’m so sorry!!!!!!!”
- the senior just apologizes back and turns around, and guanlin has to physically drag seonho out the door and down the street a little
“seonho let’s go get food”
- “you’re right,,,,y/n must be hungry”
- you come bc you really didn’t want to be at that house anymore,,,,,even though you were barely there you realize why you rarely go to parties even when invited
- you all walk to a variety store and hang out in front like the cool cats u are
- ….more like you wanted seonho out of the store so he wouldn’t spend any more of YOUR money
- at some point seonho wanders back in with ten more dollars courtesy of guanlin which leaves the both of you alone
- “are you okay?”
- until he spoke up you were silent and eating your little cracker snack, so you kinda gulp and turn to him in shock
- “y-yeah, are you okay?”
- good going
- you fucked it up
you’re nervous because under the neon lights of the variety store realization hits you like a truck
- lai guanlin,,,,,is,,,,,criminally attractive
- he chuckles and looks out to the traffic
- “it’s going better than i had planned”
- planned>????
seonho sticks his head out the door of the variety store
- “ are u done yet”
- guanlin stands up w/ his fist raised
- “ OH Y E A H????? WATCH ME<<”
- he takes a deep breath and says abnormally loud
- he clamps his hand over his mouth realizing what he just done gone and did
- “i like you too, lai guanlin”


The Villainous crew tend to deal with the heat of summer in their own ways.

5.0.5 likes to play in a big kiddy pool Flug put up in the front yard with the hose spraying down like rain. He’ll stay in there for long periods of time until Flug calls him in to dry off before he gets sick.

Dementia will also use the hose, but she will create a big mud puddle to mess around in. She rolls around in it and makes little mud pies. Flug keeps telling her not to do it but pigs do it so it must be fine. At least she has the decency to try and hose herself off before going back inside.


Flug Just likes to sit in his lab with 5 fans on him at once. He also keeps a mini fridge of cold drinks nearby to occasionally drink. He tries to work on things but often takes breaks due to the heat. He also has to go out to check that Dementia isn’t hucking mud balls at 5.0.5.

Blackhat simply laughs at everyone at how pathetic and weak they look. He continues acting as usual and even dressing as such while the others are wearing half as much (except 5.0.5). Of course they don’t see how quickly he melts and curses the sun once he goes into his office. God he hates when he can’t control the heat. But he would rather bake in his study then let the others know of it. The best he can do is pretend to “accidently” get soaked by the hose or be talking to Flug And just so happen to be in front of a few fans.

~Uninvited Guest

*One of your co-workers show up in front of the Neibolt house and insist to get in. You invite him in unwillingly but as you can guess it doesn’t make Pennywise very happy, he gets jealous and stuff goes down booiii!

 I put my bag over my head so that my hair wouldn’t get wet from this unexpected rain. I was returning home from my friends house in a late hour. Suddenly I heard a noise. It was like somebody stepped on tree branches. I looked around but I couldn’t see anybody. What the hell?

 "Pennywise?“ I called out. Maybe he was trying to scare me, he adored the smell of my fear but I hated it when he did these things. I was very close to the Neibolt house, I rolled my eyes. "Penny, you know I don’t like it when you try to scare me. Plus I am not even scared, that was a weak one.” I stuck my tongue out, I knew that he was watching me and this was going to piss him off. I waited for a grumpy growl but it didn’t happen. Hm, he would usually do that and come out but I guess not this time. 

 I fastened my steps cause I wanted to see him so bad. He must be angry with me, he doesn’t like it when I’m late, I thought. When I was about to open the fence, I felt a presence behind me. I smiled and before turning around I said, “I missed you so much.” But when I turned around my smile dissapeared as I let out some curse words. “Calm down [y/n]! It,’s just me, Chris.” My heart was pounding so fast. I didn’t expect to see my co-worker outside of my house at this hour and it definitely scared the shit out of me, I already didn’t like him at all. “Oh my God, what are you doing here Chris?!” I asked with a little anger in my voice. He smirked a bit before answering my question. “I was just walking by and I remembered that this was your house, so I thought that I’d visit you. May I come in?" 

 Okay, that was all a lie. First of all, nobody dares to walk in this street because of MY house and he wants to come in? It was a bad idea. Pennywise wouldn’t be happy and I didn’t want him to get angry at me. He was a really jealous creature and he didn’t like strangers in his house, it was a very, very bad idea. "Um, I’m sorry but you can’t come in… It’s really messy in there.” I said while I was faking a smile. “Oh, come on [y/n], you do know that what you’re doing is really rude, right? I come all the way here just to see you and you tell me that the house is messy? C'mon, let me in.” God, I wish I could just tell him that I was living with an evil entity that could rip him apart with one hand but if I did that I could lose my job, so I kept quiet. “It’s really not a good time, Chris.” Why was he so stubborn for? It was literally the creepiest house in Derry and he acted as if it was a 5 star hotel. He looked at me in the eyes and his smirk got bigger. “I am not gonna leave, so you might as well give up and invite me in.” I let out a big sigh and looked around to see if I could see two glowing red eyes, but I couldn’t. Where was Penny? I was kind of surprised that he still hasn’t showed up yet, it made me feel worried. But if he wasn’t here, Chris could come in and get out in 5 minutes without getting scared to death.

 "Okay, okay. But you can’t stay for long, keep that in mind.“ He smiled with victory and started walking beside me to the entrance door. I got my keys out and opened the door, letting him get in first. "It’s even creepier when you’re inside, it has such a chilling atmosphere. How can you stay here all alone?” I almost said ‘I don’t’ but thank god I realized before it got out of my mouth. “I think it’s cozy.” I simply said. He looked at me as If I said something super crazy, well I couldn’t blame him. I knew that the house looked like it had hell inside but I loved it here. Mainly because it was our home. It had my happiest memories with Penny. 

 I loved him so much and I couldn’t understand it one bit. There was something in him that made me fell so deeply in love.

 "May I have a glass of water… Or wine, if you’ve got it?“ Chris’s voice snapped me out, he was already sitting on the couch in a comfortable position. Wine? That was not going to happen, it was almost midnight and I didn’t want to deal with him for a long time. "Sorry but I don’t have wine or any type of alcohol. I’ll go grab you a glass of water.” As I turned and took steps towards the kitchen, I looked over Chris. “Don’t go anywhere, okay? If you do you might… You might fall or something, so don’t move.” He nodded and I went into the kitchen.

 "Okay, so a glass of water.“ I mumbled under my breath as I grabbed a glass and opened the fridge to get the water. I quickly filled the glass with water and closed the fridge, then I went to the living room where Chris was at… Wait a minute, where was he?

 "Chris?” I had a panicked voice. Oh, no. I told him to stay here and he didn’t listen to me, that stupid bastard. I put the glass on the table and suddenly I heard a voice downstairs, where the well that goes to the sewers was placed. This was horrible. I went down the stairs so fast that I accidentally fell on my butt. “Ouch, that hurt.” I said while rubbing my butt, it was going to be bruised for sure but I didn’t care too much because I had a lot of them, Thanks to Pennywise’s dominant personality. 

 I opened the door rapidly but there was no blood or body parts like I imagined. As I was getting closer to the well, somebody screamed at me from the back and that made my heart stop for a second. “Haha, got you!” I heard Chris’s idiotic laugh as I was twitching with anger. “What the hell Chris! I told you to stay where you are and you come down here?! You idiot!” He laughed once more. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But I was just curious, this is a cool room.” He walked towards the well. This idiot really wanted to die. “Stop and get out of this room, right now. I am serious.” I said, stopping him from getting any closer to the well. “Don’t get so angry, [y/n]. As you wish.” As he was going out of the room, I spun around to the well. We’ve dodged a bullet there, I thought. 

 As I was about to walk out the room, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I didn’t scream this time because I knew that touch too well. I looked at his yellowish orange eyes and smiled. “Where were you? I missed you so mu-” He didn’t let me finish my sentence and his grip on my arm got tighter. “Why is a stranger here, [y/n]? It’s a male one too… Is it my dinner?” I shook my head right and left and he furrowed his eyebrows as he pouted his lips. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him so bad but I didn’t think that he was in the mood for that. “He’s my co-worker. I didn’t wanted to invite him in but he insisted so much that I had to give up. I’m so sorry for letting him in, Penny.” He smelt around before answering, his eyes darkened and he growled. “That man wants you.” I looked at him with a surprised look. “No, Pennywi-” He pushed me to the wall and he growled louder. “I can smell it in his nasty scent. He wants to be with you, to touch you and to have you.” His face got closer to mine. “You are mine. Only I’m allowed to do those things to you. I’m going to rip out his organs so he can no longer feel things towards you.” I grabbed one of his hands. “I’m only yours, Penny. I only love you and only you can have me. Please, don’t show him yourself looking like this, okay? I will tell him to go now, then we can talk.” He backed away, letting go of me. I pulled him down and I kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

 I left the room, ran up the stairs and went to the living room. Chris was busy drinking his water, he put down the glass and looked at me. “What took you so long?” I acted as if I didn’t hear him and put my hands on my waist. “Now that you’ve seen my house, can you please go Chris? I need to sleep and its getting late.” I wasn’t lying, it was actually getting late and I had to go to work tomorrow. “But I just got in, we didn’t even had the time to, you know, chat.” As I was about to answer him in an unpolite way, the door bell rang. Oh god, who was it now? Nobody even walks on this street, how come there are not only one but two people in here? “Were you waiting for somebody?” Chris asked, his energetic voice sounded a bit dissapointed. “No, I wasn’t waiting for anybody. This is strange.”

 I walked towards the main door with slow steps. I was curious to see who it was but at the same time I felt like I just shouldn’t answer it. I grabbed the door knob and by twisting it, I opened the door. 

 I looked at this visitor with curious eyes, as he was looking at me with a big grin and shining blue eyes. “Uhm, do I know yo-” It didn’t took me a long time to recognize him, my mouth opened wide with the shock I felt. This stranger was Pennywise, the only difference was that he was in his human form. He was still very tall, but that wasn’t the reason that made me realize. It was the look in his eyes. They were making me melt the same way Penny’s eyes always does. Before I could say anything he got in and closed the door behind him, now it was just three of us. 

 "Hello, my sweet girl.“ After he said that, he put one of his hands on my waist and pulled me towards him. I was so mesmerized by his beauty that I couldn’t even say back anything. "Aren’t you going to say hello?” He said, his smile got bigger and his lips met mine in a passionate way. All I could do was kiss him back, putting my hands on his shoulders. I knew what he was doing. He was showing Chris that I belonged to him and only him, he was putting on a show like he always does. After our lips separated from each other, he handed me the red balloons he held. “I got these for you, you always love getting them.” I gulped before thanking him in a quiet voice.

 "Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend [y/n].“ Pennywise stared at Chris like he was about to crush his skull before he answered him. 

"Well, you know now.” To ease the tension, I laughed. “Yeah, meet my boyfriend Pen…” I stopped. What should I say his name was? Pennywise understood that I didn’t know what to say so he continued. “My name is Bob Gray. [y/n] belongs to me, she loves me and only shares her heart and body wit-” I quickly put my hand over his mouth so that he wouldn’t say something inappropriate. I nervously laughed, I was so stressed. 

Pennywise could snap anytime and Chris could be dead in seconds, I really didn’t wanted to see that happening. “Why don’t we sit down, love?” I said while removing my hand from his mouth, I noticed that he tried to bite one of my fingers while looking straight in my eyes. I’m not going to lie, that kind of aroused me. We sat down and I tied the balloons to the wooden side of the couch. Penny was right next to me, his arm was wrapping me and his hand was placed on my thigh. I looked at Chris, he was sitting right in front of us and he seemed disturbed. He was looking at the floor, trying not to make eye contact. Then my gaze went to Pennywise. He had a little smile, he could sense that Chris was uncomfortable and that probably made him proud. 

“So, why are you here?” Penny asked, Chris looked at him with a bothered look on his face. “I was ju-just visiting [y/n], she’s my fri-friend from work.” That was the first time I’ve seen Chris stutter. Normally, he was always so confident, he was filled with ego and he thought that he could make anybody go crazy over him. Pennywise squeezed me tighter in his arms. He was acting like an animal trying to protect his property. “You weren’t just visiting, smart boy. Don’t lie to me.” Pennywise’s voice was almost like a growl. I should calm him down or bad things are going to happen very soon. I quickly placed my hand on top of his hand and smiled. 

“Baby, how was your day?” I asked, I could see his eye color getting darker. “While I was waiting for you, I ate some food.” He licked his lips. “However I feel like I’m starving.” God, if we waited a little longer there would be nothing left of Chris. I should just send him now or there’s no returning. “I’ll make you some food after we say goodbye to Chris, he was about to leave anyways.”

 When I stood up Penny stood up as well, not letting go of me. “We really didn’t had the time to talk,” He continued after standing up. “But I’ll see you later, so it’s not a big problem.” He held out his hand out to me for a handshake, but before I could lift my hand up Pennywise held his hand instead.

 "You won’t see her ever again.“ He squeezed his hand so hard that I could hear bones breaking as Chris screamed in pain. He tried to escape from his grip but it didn’t work. Penny’s eyes turned yellow. "If I see you in this town, you can be sure I’ll break your spine before I eat you.” Pennywise released him and within seconds Chris ran towards the door and dissapeared. Everything happened so fast that I needed a minute before saying anything. 

 "You are impossible, Penny.“ I turned towards him, looking up at his still human face. "What? You said I shouldn’t show myself in the clown form, so I turned into a human. Technically, I did nothing wrong.” All I could do is to laugh at his explanation. Well, he was right so I couldn’t blame him and I didn’t feel bad about Chris at all, that idiot was lucky he was still alive. He pulled me closer and I observed every detail of his face. He was beautiful and I could see the Penny I loved in those eyes.

 "Bob Gray?“ I asked while I giggled. "That’s even creepier than Pennywise The Dancing Clown, Bob Gray the Stalking Neighbour.” He planted a kiss on my lips and I closed my eyes. When I opened them he was no longer human, he was the clown I loved. “That’s a great name, little one. I’ll keep that in mind.” He picked me up with swift movements, I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“And I wasn’t kidding when I said I was starving, [y/n].” My smile cleared away. What was he going to do? “But not for food, for you.” Before I kissed him I whispered, getting closer to his face as much as possible. 

 "I’ll gladly take care of that , you can be sure of it.“

 *I’m sorry if there are any mistakes, English is my second language. Hope you enjoyeeed!

I'm With you (Namjoon x Reader)

Genre : bit of angsts and fluff Summary : you’re best friends with Kim Namjoon for years and you have a crush on him all this time. The so much times you spend with Jungkook makes him jealous and unexpectedly confesses to you. Warning : a bit of cursing and smut…??? Hey guys. This is my first time posting fanfic in tumblr. Please give some love!! ❤❤ ************************

“Oppa, I’m going to grab some coffee, do you want some?” you asked Namjoon as you entered his studio, a coat and a wallet are ready in your hand.

Namjoon turned to face you on his seat and said, “I think so. You’re going by yourself?” he furrowed his brows.

“Of course. You want the usual?”

“Y/N it’s already 9 pm. Ask someone to go there with you. I want to go with you but I have so many ideas going inside my head and need to write it down to finish this song, if I get out of this room they will poof right away.”

“Poof right away?” you chuckled. “Your choice of words are sometimes interesting. But seriously though, I always go by myself, you just don’t know. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before he said, “Okay, but call me when you get there.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oppa, the coffee shop is literally just a few blocks from here, why–” you stopped talking when you saw him glare at you which meant it wasn’t up for a negotiation. You sighed, “Okay okay.. I’ll buy you the usual, okay? 갈게 (I’m going)”

“잠깐만! (Wait!)” he suddenly said, rushing to the sofa where his coat was placed and took a thick scarf before walking to you. “Here, wear this. It’s really cold outside, I don’t want you to get sick.” he said as he put his scarf around your neck.

You were a bit flushed when he did it, an effect you always get when he was really close to you, also another effect of you liking Namjoon so much, not just as friends.
“아 맞다, 고마워요. 난 진짜 갈게 지금. (Ah right, thank you. I’m really going now.)” You said to him without meeting his eyes because after that Namjoon said, “응 내 동생이 (Yes my little sister).”

That’s right, you’re always gonna be his little sister. You’re always gonne be his bestfriend. Even when you wanted to be more with him.


“Oppa, I really have to go now. 약속 있어요 (I have a promise/appointment).” You said to him a few days later when you were in his studio.

“Oh you have an appointment? You get another composing job?” he asked without getting his eyes off of his computer.

“It’s not like that. I promised someone to go watch a movie together.”

He stopped for a second before facing you. “그래? 누구랑? (Really? With who?)”

You were just about to tell him it was none of his business when the person you have a promise with burst in into the studio.

“형! (Hyung!) I’m sorry to disturb both of your time on writing music but Y/N have promised to go watch a movie together with me weeks before you even get this task. I’m borrowing your bestfriend for the night okay hyung?” Jungkook chuckled.

“It’s Jungkook-ah? You’re going with Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked you, ignoring Jungkook who was still waiting by the door.

“So…?” you furrowed your brows.

“So… You didn’t tell me? He said you made the promise weeks ago.”

“Hyung, she’s the same age as me. Don’t worry I’ll take care of her. She doesn’t need your permission first, right Y/N?” Jungkook said to Namjoon in a teasing tone then winked at you.

You blushed bit red. Even though you saw the members every day you still cannot help but blush everytime someone as handsome as Jeon Jungkook winked at you.

Namjoon saw it.

“I’m her… Her… Her bestfriend. And I’m like a big brother to her, she doesn’t need my permission but she could at least tell me.” Namjoon said, suddenly rising his voice as if he was mad.

“Come on, hyung, it’s just me. You know I’ll take care of her.” Jungkook convinced him.

Oh but that was what Namjoon most scared of, that Jungkook would take care of you so well that you would start falling for Jungkook. He couldn’t afford that. He liked you too much. He knew you liked him too but he never showed it because he was scared it would somehow ruin your friendship. Namjoon didn’t want you to stop liking him. He loved the feeling too much. He loved you.

“That’s right, oppa. I have finished my part here anyway, I can go now. You should go too, have some fun.” You said to Namjoon. It killed you to tell him to have some fun but you couldn’t help it.

You were waiting for Namjoon to tell you no, you should not go. If he said you shouldn’t, you would’ve canceled it. But after a few moment of silence Namjoon said, “Fine. 그냥 가. (Just go).”

It irked you so much when he said that. You two have been bestfriends for years. You know what he looked like when he was upset, he looked very upset now. And you couldn’t help but thought that he was upset because he was jealous.

“I know my bestfriend needs a fresh air.” Namjoon said again.

Jealous? As if.


The weeks after that day gone by awkwardly between Namjoon and you. And somehow, Jungkook was always there with you when you were in a bad mood because of Namjoon, and he suddenly asked you to go somewhere with him so much: to buy a new shoes, to grocery shopping, a treat of ice cream down the block, night strolling around the park. You were almost sure that Jungkook had a crush on you IF he didn’t tell you about the girl he had a crush on that lived beside his apartment, he always asked you opinions on how to ask her out and told you updates everytime he met her. He even showed you the photo of them together when he asked her to go out for the first time.

But one day, Namjoon seemed like he was in a very bad mood, even when he was practicing with other members. He scolded them so much that sometimes you saw them giving death glares to Namjoon. That night you have to finish a song with him and Yoongi in his studio. And because Jungkook had been producing such good lyrics, Jungkook was also there. The air inside the studio never felt so tight and intense somehow.

“You know what? I’m not the kind of person to give up but I literally haven’t slept for 5 days straight and my head feels like it’s going to fall of my neck and explode.” Yoongi said when the time strucked midnight.

Jungkook, who was sitting beside you on the sofa said with his fingers playing with your long locks of hair, “Go to sleep, hyung. You really look beat. We’ll take care of it from here.”

Namjoon was eyeing Jungkook’s fingers on your hair from the corner of his eyes but you tried to ignore it because Yoongi just stood up and you were afraid he would actually pass out on the floor.

“I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook said to Yoongi because he had the same concern as you. “I need to get some coffee anyways. You want some, Y/N?”

“Yeah I’ll just go with you–” you were just about to stand up before Namjoon suddenly said, “Y/N, sit down. We have to finish this song.”

“But I’m just going to get coffee from the kitchen–”

“Sit. Down.” Namjoon said again, his voice so low you were actually afraid of it. He never made you scared like this. So you followed his order.

Yoongi and Jungkook got out of the studio and closed the door, leaving you alone with Namjoon. You two were never this awkward, it was actually killing you. You didn’t know what was wrong but you were afraid this was all your fault. You were thinking about it with your head down, looking at the soft carpet on Namjoon’s studio. You were lost in your thought easily because Namjoon was suddenly dead silent too.

You were just about to say what’s wrong with the two of them and raise your head when suddenly a pair of warm lips crashed into yours. You were so shocked before you realized they were Namjoon’s. His big hands were cupping your face, so warm and manly yet so soft on your skin. His eyes were closed tight when yours were wide opened in shock before he tried to make you respond by biting your lips. You let out a tiny yelp but then a soft sigh when he soothed the bite with his tongue. Then you just go with the flow, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to his chest, relishing the feeling of his kiss before you finally realized what the two of you were doing.

You pushed him away so hard he went back to sit on his studio chair in shock.

His eyes were wide, surprised, like he also just realized what he did. He stuttered, “Oh my… Y/N.. Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t know… I didn’t know what’s gotten into me..” he continued talking but you couldn’t consentrate to his words becausw your eyes kept following his swollen lips that you just kissed.

When you focused on his words again he was saying “…I promised it won’t happen aga–” before he finished it you lunged from the sofa to him and kissed him hard, cupping his face just like what he did to you minutes ago.

He instantly responded your kiss by biting and pulling your lips, one of his hands bringing you closer by the hips and the other on your nape to make your kiss deeper. He stood up from the chair and you were suddenly flying from the floor, he gripped you so tight in his arms and brought you to the sofa with him without breaking the kiss.

His lips was firm on yours, but they were soft at the same time. They tasted like the coffee you always bought for him every morning, your favorite taste. Now your favorite taste can be tasted from his lips, from your favorite person in thw world. He kept teasing you on the kiss, teeth pulling and biting, tounge stroking and licking. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because his kiss was very persistent, you were also very persistent. Cold because the touch he gave you made you shiver in pleasure.

He groaned out loud when you dared to grind on him. “I was so fucking jealous of Jungkook these past few weeks it drives me insane. Why do you have to go out with him?”

He was still kissing you so you talk only when he gave you some air. “So that’s what happened to you? You’re jealous?”

“Fucking A. What did you expect me to do? Giving you a congrats with Jungkook?”

Namjoon started peppering kisses down your throat. “Well, I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

“I also didn’t expect you to fell out of ‘like’ with me for Jungkook.”

You pushed him off of you a little bit in surprise. “Wait, you know? You know I like you this whole time?”

“Of course I know. You were not very discreet about it. I know you steal glances at me when I’m not seeing. I know you asked the barista to give a little bit more cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. I know it all.” He smirked. This goddamn cutie dare to smirk.

“And you like me too all this time? Not as friends?”

“Since day one, babe. Since day one.”

Aside from getting a jump on your heart because it was the first time you heard him call you ‘babe’, you were still annoyed, so you hit him in the head. “You bastard! You should’ve told me! It would save us from these weeks full of hell!”

You hit him again but he just laughed. “Hell as in we didn’t talk that much? Do you miss me that much?”

You groaned out loud while kept hitting him on the shoulder and chest, both of you still on the sofa with him on top of you. “Aargghhh I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.”

He laughed again, dodging your hits. “No, lady. You love me.”

You sighed finally and said, “Yeah, I love you.”

His laugh stopped. “Wait, you love me. You love me?”

“I can’t help it. I like you too much and we’ve been bestfriends for so long.”

He smiled wide. “Oh my God, this might sound cheesy but I love you too.” He gave you tiny kisses on the lips. “I should’ve confessed to you sooner, we must have been a couple from so long and saves us the heartaches.”

“You bet, Kim.” You rolled your eyes but he started kissing you deeply again and you smiled on the kiss.

The door of the studio was suddenly banged open, you too were too surprised to get out of each other embraces, only stopping the kiss and looked at who opened the door.

It was Jungkook.

“Finally!” Jungkook said. “I was so tired of seeing you two longing at each other for years. And now you two finally say your feelings out! I’m glad. I’m also worried for the last few weeks, I thought Namjoon hyung would burn in jealousy and kill me. Thank God you guys decided to tell each other sooner or I would be dead by now.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook, “You planned this?!”

Jungkook shrugged. “Well, not just me. Other members also planned this. They just think I’m a great bait because I’m the same age as Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to go anywhere with me together because I have a crush on her. She’s yours, you know. ‘Since day one’” he mimicked Namjoon.

“You rascal!” Namjoon threw a cushion to him just as he ran out of the studio and closed the door. But the two of you could hear him yelled “At least she’s with you now, hyung!”

Namjoon looked at you when it finally went silent. “Yes, at least you’re with me now.”

You caressed his cheek and peck his lips softly. “I’ve been with you all this time, Namjoon.”

***The End***

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46. (Nanny/single parent au in case you forgot the prompts)

Oh my gosh, I know it’s been forever, but I finally did it! For everyone else, this is an arya x gendry story based off one of those lists of prompts! Thanks for the Ask, Anonymous! Hope this fulfills the prompt well enough!

(Just for context, Arya is about 20/21 and Gendry is about 25.)


Nanny/Single Parent AU (with a twist)

Arya huffed in disappointment as she perused the classifieds. She’d already given the bakery a go, and she’d been more trouble than it was worth. At least that’s what they’d told her after she’d allowed another tray of croissants to burn. Dog walker was out because Nymeria went barmy when Arya arrived home and smelled other dogs on her; then Nymeria would ignore Arya for a day or two after.

Sansa looked up from her desk where she was studying for a fifth hour straight from a heavy law casebook.

“Nothing at all?” She murmured sympathetically, though Arya noticed her eyes keep wandering back to the book.

From where she was draped across Sansa’s bed, Arya shook her head vehemently, biting her lip. Lady, noticing the movement lifted her head, her ears perked.

“Nothing I haven’t been fired from before.” Despite her frustration, Arya, joined by Sansa, laughed amiably.

“Why don’t you just take Robb up on his offer?” Sansa asked, shifting the weight of her heavy book from one arm to the other. “It’d pay better by half than any of those odd jobs you always take.”

Arya folded the classifieds roughly and tossed them to the side before rolling onto her side and eyeing Sansa carefully.

The latter only rolled her eyes. “Boring is better than broke.” She sang at her sister.

Now Arya rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone from her back pocket. “If you’ve got the patience. Which you do, and I don’t.”

“True.” Sansa muttered under her breath, going back to studying.

“I heard that,” Arya murmured but with little annoyance. They all knew it was true after all.

Suddenly, Arya’s features brightened. “Oi, hold on.” She sat up excitedly “Hot Pie knows a guy who knows a guy who needs a nanny and-.” She paused, her eyebrows furrowing before shooting upward. “He’s paying bloody well.” She was smiling toothily now as she texted rapidly back to her friend.

Arya had Sansa’s attention though. She was staring intently at her sister.

When Arya finally noticed moments later, she gave her sister a blank look. “What?!”

“I mean, not to be a downer, Arya, but-.”

Arya threw the classifieds towards Sansa. “If you say I basically need a nanny myself, you’re going on my list, San.”

Sansa, who’d been half joking, burst out laughing while Arya only half-heartedly glared her way. Then a ping on Arya’s phone went off, and she was back at the texting.

“Well?” Sansa inquired. “What’s he saying?”

Arya grinned wolfishly toward her sister. “I’ve got an interview.”

Then with hardly any effort, Arya leapt off her sister’s bed and into the hallway. Her heavy footsteps echoed loudly after her, quickly followed by the lighter galloping of Nymeria who’d been sleeping in the hallway waiting for Arya.


Arya whistled as she trundled down the cobbled street toward the address Hot Pie had texted her. She’d been peeved to find out Hot Pie wasn’t going to be there after all as he’d promised, but it was all the same to her really. Her eyes swept from her phone to the numbers on the houses and back.

It should be the next house, she realized. When her eyes met the large iron wrought gate and elegant trees that lined the curved drive that hid the house, of which she could see actual turrets, her whistle ended in a high pitch. No wonder the pay was good. Arya only hoped the pay would turn out to be worth it. Rich brats tended to be the absolute worst.

Not that she had anything against rich people or rich kids. She technically was one, but she’d turned out alright. At least she thought so.

She let out a sigh and pressed the button on the intercom outside the gate that should alert her prospective employer she’d arrived. She glanced at her watch. Early actually. For once.

She waited almost impatiently for a few minutes before buzzing the intercom again. It was another moment before a deep but hassled voice finally responded.

“Yes? Sorry. Is that the pizza?”

The man seemed hurried and out of breath. Arya stifled a grin, in case the camera on the gate pointed her way was functioning.

She held the button down. “No, but that sounds delicious. I’m starving. I’m your future nanny.” She responded good-humoredly. Sansa told her she never gauged situations right and was always responding to people with the wrong emotion. Arya couldn’t help wondering if this was yet another one of those times.

There was a pause on the other end, then the crackling of the intercom again. Arya was relieved to hear he sounded amused. “Well, it’s pepperoni and pineapple, in case you were wondering. And I thought our interview was at noon.”

Arya groaned inwardly and cursed Hot Pie aloud. When the man released the button on his end, she pressed the one in front of her. “Hot Pie doesn’t know his numbers from his arse.” She said this in an apologetic tone.

When the man came on again, though, he seemed to be half laughing. “Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything special. Usually when the security camera’s not working, I’m supposed to let one of my father’s guards come open the gate but since you don’t sound much like a serial murderer, I’m going to go on faith on this one.”

Arya couldn’t stifle her grin this time. He had buzzed her in, so she lifted the bar on the gate and started to step forward then pause. She leaned over and pressed the intercom again. “I may not sound like one, but you’d be surprised.” She laughed out loud to herself as she started up the drive, not even worrying if something like that could upset her potential employer. He seemed to have a sense of humor at least.


Gendry swung the door open, still grinning lightly at the nanny’s last comment. Despite his predicament, he was suddenly in a better mood.

A sound like falling items clattered from behind. Gendry looked over his shoulder, but he didn’t see the little girl in sight. He skimmed the grand staircase again and glanced back toward the kitchen but there was no sign of her. He swung his gaze back toward the front door and started to see a girl framed in the doorway grinning at him.

It took him a moment to speak. She’d had a nice voice, but when he’d asked around for a nanny, he never imagined he’d get someone his age to apply. He figured he’d get a nice plump motherly type. This girl was all hard lines and sharp edges. If he looked a little bit closer, she even looked like trouble. But Gendry had been taken at first glance.

He realized he was being rude or, worse, weird, when she raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.

“Right, sorry.” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears, but he stepped back to let her in. “Come on in.”

She placed one foot, covered in a heavy boot over the threshold. Gendry admired her carefully as she closed the door behind her. Skinny jeans and a sweatshirt tied around her waist. Not exactly what he would have considered interview material, but he wasn’t picky.

She turned, untying the sweatshirt as she did so. “What was your name? Hot Pie never said.”

He gestured to the sweatshirt, offering to put it aside for her. “Gendry.” He told her. “And you?”

The girl handed him the sweater almost questioningly, her eyebrows arching quizzically when he hung her sweatshirt on the coat rack as carefully as if it had been an expensive coat. “Arya.” She finally said decisively with a smile.

“Right, well, Arya, could I get you something to drink before we get started?”

Arya peered around curiously. “Was kind of hoping to meet the little one.” She murmured.

“Right,” Gendry drew out the syllable. “See, the thing about that is, I can’t currently find her.”

A beat passed. Then- Almost laughing, Arya, spoke. “You lost your kid?”

Gendry grinned back sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sort of. She gets into these moods and then she hides somewhere impossible, and it usually takes me days to find her.”

Arya blinked up at him. Even though she seemed to be slightly judging him, he couldn’t help but admire the sharpness of her dark gray eyes. “Days?”

“No,” Gendry let out something between a breath and a chuckle. “Not literally, but a while yeah. I’ve already checked all her regular spots, but she must have found somewhere new.” He couldn’t help but shrug. These were the kinds of things he dealt with on a daily basis. He figured the new nanny might as well know from the get go.

Suddenly, this brilliant girl was grinning brightly up at him. “I’ll take down here, you take upstairs?” There was no better way to describe her grin than as wolfish.

Gendry couldn’t stop the bright smile that came to his own face in response. He hadn’t even planned on asking for the help, and she was just offering. Unless she did turn out to be some sort of axe murderer, he knew she was hired.

“You help me find her, and the job is yours,” he found himself saying.

“So pretty much I’m on the clock?” She grinned facetiously.

“And there’s bonus for you if you actually find her.” Gendry beamed back.

“I’ve got this,” she said confidently. “Shouldn’t take long, even if it is a big house.”

“Don’t forget there’s the third story and the attic.” He added mischievously.

Arya’s eyebrows rose up her face again, but the grin remained. “Fancy are we?”

Gendry rubbed his bright red neck again. “My dad mainly.” He said as a response.

A quarter of an hour later, they met at the foot of the staircase, both empty-handed.

“No luck?” Arya asked him.

He watched her, liking the way her shoulder-length hair was disheveled now. “None.” He liked the way her eyes looked at him too, all mischievous like. “Should we try the cellar?” He asked her good humoredly.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course there’d be a cellar.”

Gendry grinned. “What can I say? My dad’s big on big.”

“You didn’t just lure me here under the pretenses of a good job only to kill me off, did you? You’re not some serial murderer yourself, are you?” She asked suddenly as they strode toward the cellar door.

Gendry laughed heartily, then realized such a reaction might not be taken well by a young woman purportedly alone in a large house with a man. “No.” He sputtered. He pulled out his phone to show Arya his phone’s background which was a picture of him and Weasel.

But when his eyes found her face, she appeared to just have been having a go at him. She took the phone from him anyway and peered at the picture. She was standing close to him, and a wisp of her hair brushed his nose. She smelled like pine leaves and some sort of flower; it was lovely.

Arya’s brow was furrowed as she glanced at the picture. “She looks like a troublemaker,” she joked, “but that could just be the whole hiding in the house thing. Is that the mother?” Arya asked almost nonchalantly as she handed the phone back to Gendry.

Gendry started and glanced down at the picture. “No, no, that’s Mya, our half sister.”

Arya nodded, then seemed to realize what he’d said. “Our?”

Gendry shook his head as he put the phone away. “Sorry, I forgot to explain. For some stupid reason, I thought Lommy or Hot Pie might have told you. She’s my half-sister, but my father. He’s-.” Gendry stopped. He knew he shouldn’t speak ill of his father, especially to a stranger, but there was something about this girl that made him want to divulge all his secrets to her. “He’s not around much, so Mya and I have pretty much been raising her ourselves.”

Arya nodded in understanding. “That’s good of you.” This was the first time since she’d come into his home that her eyes were devoid of humor, replaced instead with a deep intensity.

It made him swallow, hard. “She’s worth it. She’s the best. You’ll see.”

Arya grinned again as she followed him into the cellar. “Will I? Seems like she knows this house better than you.”

They both stopped in their tracks at the foot of the stairs and stared at the sight in front of them.

A small girl, about seven years old, was sitting in the very middle of the large shag carpet, cradling a small black and white creature in her arms.

“Gendry.” Arya spoke first, cautiously. Despite the situation, his stomach couldn’t help but flutter at the way she said his name.

“Yes?” He tried for casual. Weasel’s eyes had found his, and she had the audacity to not look guilty.

“She’s got a skunk.” Arya tried the casual tone as well.

“Yes.” Gendry confirmed. Then he clarified, “A baby skunk.”

Arya side-eyed him then. “Is this an everyday thing then?” She didn’t seem perturbed as much as amused.

Gendry grinned in spite of himself. “It’s not a pet, if that’s what you mean. But, yes, Weasel’s good at finding little furry friends.”

“Weasel?” Arya repeated, but it warmed Gendry’s heart to see that instead of crinkling her nose at the name like some others tended to, she smiled sweetly.

Gendry approached Weasel slowly. “Where did you find this one then, little one?”

He crouched next to the girl who didn’t respond, as he knew she wouldn’t. Instead she lifted the baby animal towards him.

“I see.” He said affectionately, petting the snoozing creature with two fingers. “What shall we name this one?” He asked softly.

Arya watched this interaction from behind, unexplainably finding herself warming at it. For such a large man, he was impossibly gentle.

The little girl gestured toward posters on the wall behind her.

“Rabbit is it, then?” Gendry asked, and the girl nodded vehemently.

Gendry glanced behind him now at Arya. He was only a little worried. He should have told Arya the girl didn’t speak, but he was always cautious to do so outright. He caught the sweet grin on Arya’s face though as she watched them. Now she approached them carefully.

Then she was dropping to sit on the shag carpet in front of Weasel.

“Hello, Weasel, I’m Arya. Can I meet Rabbit, do you think?”

Weasel, usually slow to smile, studied Arya carefully, then grinned brightly, her two bottom missing teeth adding even more charm to her cherubic face. The girl then offered the sleeping baby animal to Arya who took it gently and cradled it against her chest. Weasel moved closer to Arya, petting the animal’s little head.

Gendry’s heart soared. Hot Pie and Lommy had done the impossible. They’d found someone who could actually bond with Weasel, despite her inability to speak.

Not long after, as Weasel napped on the sitting room couch, Gendry and Arya stood in the entry way again.

“So what are the hours like then?” Arya asked nonchalantly, ignoring the fact he hadn’t officially offered her the job yet.

Gendry grinned. “Well I can be flexible with that depending on your schedule. I just got work with the Stark Foundation, and they’re great at working around child care needs.”

Arya blinked up at him three times before she spoke. “Bloody hell. You’re working for my brother?”

It was Gendry’s turn to blink back at her. “Robb Stark is your brother?” He paused. “You’re a Stark?”

She cursed inwardly for letting the fact be known. She knew what was coming next.

“What are you doing looking for a job like this?” He seemed incredulous.

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “I’m not good with people” was all she provided as explanation.

Gendry stared at her, glanced behind his shoulder at Weasel, then back at Arya.

Arya smiled in spite of herself. “I’m not good with adult people.” She clarified.

“You’re good with me.” Gendry found the words spilling out because they were so true, though his face reddened at his boldness. He wasn’t good with people either, but from the moment he’d met her, there’d been something so familiar about Arya, as if they’d been friends forever already.

Arya’s own face pinkened, but she grinned again. “Or you’re just good with me.” She responded cheekily.

Gendry cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’m not sure this job pays as well as one at your brother’s company.”

Arya’s face was amused but also unreadable. “I need the experience anyway,” she quipped.

“Alright then,” he smiled happily. “She’s in school between 10 and 2, but you can start earlier or end later. Up to you.”

“Just let me know your ideal work schedule,” she responded, “and I’ll work around it.”

Gendry nodded. “Alright, that doesn’t sound bad.” He paused, wondering if he dare say what came to his mind next. He dared. “Would your schedule happen to have an opening over the weekend for dinner or coffee?”

Arya’s cheeks pinkened again, and he found he liked the effect. But then she responded, “Well I have dinner and coffee everyday.” It took Gendry a moment to realize she was messing with him.

Suddenly the intercom behind them buzzed. “Giuseppe’s Pizza.” A distorted voice said over the intercom.

They looked at each other, then Arya grinned. “I’ve got an opening for pizza right now, if you do.”

Gendry felt slightly tipsy as he grinned back and hung Arya’s sweatshirt back up on the coat rack.

“I’ll see if I can find the time, but I’m pretty sure we can work something out.”

Arya was busy pressing the button that let the pizza man into the gate, but he saw her smirk from the side. Already making herself at home. Gendry liked the thought. In fact, he loved it. “Let’s hope this one’s not a serial murderer either,” Arya murmured, grinning slyly his way.

“Well,” Gendry found himself saying. “You turned out alright.”

“So did you,” and Arya did that wolfish smile Gendry realized he’d already come to like so much.

Okay guys here’s the sitch with the Arcana is that Lucio and Asra had an affair.

Lucio and Nadia were married but Nadia didn’t like him (“a trophy is usually something you’re proud of”), and Lucio is an attention ho so he wanted affection. Asra and Julian were dating because of their time spent working on the red plague. Asra is described as “a witch scared of commitment” by Julian.

Asra and Lucio interacted through the red plague cure business and just being around the castle and then started having an affair. Nadia and Julian find out, and then conspire to confront them. Nadia goes to confront Lucio and sets fire on his room, either by accident or on purpose (I think on purpose because her musical would be Chicago which is what cell block tango is from and it’s a song about women killing their partners, usually because of their infidelity or aggression. ) And Julian went to go confront Asra, but since he’s supposedly not good at keeping secrets, he lets it slip that Nadia is going to deal with Lucio and she’s angry.

This worries Asra so in panic he curses Julian but the curse isn’t as damaging because Julian didn’t do as much. And then he runs to intercept Nadia but he’s too late. He’s scared of what she could do to him for the affair so he curses her with being unable to remember him in relation to Lucio, so whenever she tries to think abt it she gets a headache and can’t explain it.

Then Asra flees, and Julian catches up but Nadia thinks that Julian killed Lucio and then Julian escapes. This whole thing is because of them saying that both Lucio and Asra have boob windows because of ‘foreshadowing’ its 1:25 am goodnight tumblr @thearcanagame

Torn Up (Part Eleven)

Originally posted by fuckleafs

Look who’s back, back again

Katie’s back, tell a friend

Hey y’all, guess what I finally fucking finished? Its been a tough two weeks, guys, let me tell you. And I had to drive 20 minutes to the closest coffee shop to get wifi to post this. But that’s no excuse, and I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing. So, sit back , relax, and enjoy! (The next part should be up… before I leave for college Tuesday). I also don’t remember which gifs of Willy I’ve used so far… so forgive me if there are duplicates

Warnings: Cursing, dirty jokes


The next day, Mitch and Auston came into Espresso Yourself as boisterous as ever. I wondered if Auston and Willy had made up.

“Y/N, you will not believe what happened at practice today,” Mitch said in a low voice as Auston walked off to use the restroom.

“Practice? But it’s only September, and hockey is a winter sport,” I asked, but then immediately brought my hand up to rub my face as I remembered. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the fact that y’all are professional athletes,” I joked.

“This is serious, Y/N,” for the second time ever I knew that he was. “At practice today Auston and Willy got into a fight. An all-out brawl. Coach had to have them separated, like Willy isn’t Auston’s wing anymore. Matts is only in a good mood because he thinks he won, but really it could’ve gone either way.”

“Shit,” I whispered. “What do we do about it? What do I do?”

“There’s nothing to do. Business as usual,” he paused, “Just don’t lead Auston on.”

I was confused; lead Auston on? Had I been doing such a thing? “I’m not-”

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Shepard and Garrus, running out of time.

Shepard slunk into her quarters and began slowly stripping her armor off, exhausted and half-cut on the painkillers Ariadne had given her. She was new on the Normandy, someone Garrus had chosen before this tour began, but Shepard already liked her. The doctor’s bedside manner had been so similar (particularly regarding her reckless disregard for her own safety) that Shepard had nearly called her “Karin.”

As soon as she got down to her undersuit, eyes darting over the fresh skinweaves covering the entry and exit wounds in her bicep, the door opened and in walked Garrus. He looked like Shepard felt; his gait was slower, heavier, and he plopped down on the stairs and started popping the seals on his own armor.

“So that could have gone better,” she said casually, drawing a finger across the seam of her suit and exhaling as it parted.

“Better or worse,” Garrus said, pulling off his cuirass. “Prisoners freed, ship retaken. No casualties.”

“I did take a bullet.”

“And if I thought that was worth mentioning, I would have mentioned it,” Garrus said dryly.

Shepard would have laughed. She wanted to laugh. Instead, she grimaced, and something turned in her gut. Garrus was too busy pulling off his boots to notice.

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