i don't think the word 'love' is enough to express the feeling i feel with these two

anonymous asked:

Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.



- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you

- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.

- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”

- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?

- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.

- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”

- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.

- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)

- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.

- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.


- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!

- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.

- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.

- “Heyyy, Mc,”

- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”

- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…

- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.

- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”

- “…What do you mean?”

- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.

- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.

- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.

- He didn’t even try calling back.

- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.

- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.


- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.

- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.

- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”

- “No, no, it’s not about that.”

- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.

- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”

- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”

- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.

- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”

- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.

- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.

- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.

- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.


- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him

- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.

- He knew it, and it hurt so much.

- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!

- You thought he liked you back.

- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.

- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”

- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.

- Not with his brother still having issues.

- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”

- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.

- At least it was able to cheer you up.


- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.

- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.

- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.

- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?

- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting

- She was still hurting


- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.

- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.

- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.

- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.

- “Mc… You know I still love her.”

- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.

- You wanted to puke.

- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”

- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.

- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?

- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.

- RFA parties were really awkward after that.


- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?

- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.

- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.

- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”

- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.

- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”

- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.

- “Get out of my sight.”

- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.

- You didn’t know him.

anonymous asked:

I started learning Italian about two weeks ago but I stopped cause I got discouraged. I don't know where to start. Everyone says something different. Do you suggest anything?

I’m sorry to hear that, I really am. Though I understand where you come from because I had to abandon (pause) Swedish too for more or less the same reason a year ago. Disorganisation can be disastrous when you’re learning a new language, so that’s probably what you need to work on in order to reach your goals.

First and foremost, you need to familiarise yourself with the language. That’ll include two fundamental notions imo: nominal agreement and basic syntax. Nominal agreement deals with the grammatical gender of articles, nouns, adjectives and, in some cases, past participles, whereas syntax deals with word order. To do that you need an app like Duolingo. I really really love this app and think it’s extremely useful. I seriously cannot stress this enough. Even if it’s really random sentences like “I’m cooking with the horses”, the elements you need to build a grammatically correct sentence are all there, and that’s why Duolingo is useful. Learn how sentence structure works!!

Once you’ve finished the Duolingo tree, or whilst you’re towards the end of it and have reached a sufficiently good level, you can move to more complex stuff. Remember to make notes of the new vocab you learn, but don’t learn too unnecessary words while you’re still a beginner. Knowing how to build sentences is way more important than knowing a bunch of words that you could literally always look up on a dictionary in less than 30 seconds. However, if you feel like expanding your vocabulary you can always use Memrise.

For the love of God, get a (good) grammar book, whether it be digital or physical. Italian grammar has lots of exceptions, so knowing grammar rules will help you understand them better. Learn the rule, respect the rule, apply the rule. Rules are your friends and they’re there to be learnt. Look around and get you a good grammar textbook you like. I like the Dummy series a lot but if you’re serious about your studies then you should probably get a Routledge, or both.

Music. Listen to music in your target language, make playlists, look up the lyrics, see their translations, translate them yourself, make notes of new vocab and expressions. I don’t care if you don’t like Spotify; download it and start making playlists with your favourite songs!

Don’t waste your time using Google Translate; consult a bilingual dictionary! Don’t get me wrong, Google Translate has saved me in times of need countless times, but hear me out: bilingual dictionaries give you loads of natural example sentences in both languages. Bilingual dictionaries are your friends and they want you to be fluent just as much as you do.

I don’t care if you don’t like Youtube (I don’t either), but you need to use it. Anything you’re looking for it’s there. Do you want to watch The Smurfs in Italian? You can. Peppa Pig? It’s there. Are you looking for Italian people having fights about trivial topics on national television? God, it’s there. You probably won’t understand everything at first, but even just passively listening to the language will incredibly help you. Tip: watch a video multiple times and see if you can get more words than you previously did.

You should read, please! I always tell people they should read something they’ve enjoyed reading in their native language. Pick something you liked. That’s really important. Believe me, it’ll benefit you! If you do this, you will be able to pick up words you previously didn’t know by context alone. Even if you don’t know a word or two in your target language, it doesn’t mean you’re not going to understand the gist of the whole sentence. That way, it’d be easier to guess and memorise what a word means. If you’re anything like a me, you might want to make a note of the words you don’t know and find translations and example sentences with said word. Careful though; only write down (and subsequently memorise) the words you think you’ll need. You don’t want to learn a really complex word you will never use again. This is what I do anyway. I always start with Harry Potter or blogs written in my target language, then move onto more complex stuff or original literature, which is usually more difficult than translated works.

If books aren’t your cup of tea, then please watch movies or TV series in your target language. Bonus: you can watch your favourite movie dubbed in basically every major language and that includes Italian. Frozen in Italian sounds like a great idea to me!

Find yourself some native speakers you can practise your Italian with and, for the love of God, tell them to correct you. I know, you’re going to feel awful at first, but that’ll sure help you. If they don’t correct you then find yourself a new language partner.

Now.. Here’s a list of useful Italian tags including a list of free resources, and below are some of the most basic notions you need (which are well covered on Duolingo anyway):

  1. gender of nouns
  2. definite and indefinite articles
  3. plural forms of nouns
  4. numbers: 1-10
  5. adjectives
  6. subject personal pronouns
  7. present tense of the irregular verbs essere, avere, potere, fare
  8. regular verbs in the present tense
  9. negation
  10. questions
  11. prepositions
  12. object personal pronouns
  13. adverbs
  14. possessive adjectives
  15. imperfect tense
  16. past tense passato prossimo
Concept 4:

Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”


“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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anonymous asked:

hey, can I get some advice? I've been working on a book for the past few years, and 2 of the main cast are jewish (the protagonist and his older sister). their faith isn't the main focus of the book, and the brother doesn't really practice, but I want to include it as an important part of their lives. what are some aspects of being jewish that you wish were included more in fiction? is there anything I should know (dos/don'ts)? thank you!

hm, this is a really broad question. i’ll do my best with general answers but please send me follow-up questions so i can be more useful (off-anon is better so we can have more of a conversation).

DO include:

  1. a sense of justice and duty to improve the world.
    whether or not you are religious, being jewish means a lifelong devotion to improving the world. jews have been involved in every civil rights movement you can think of. look into the jewish values of tikkun olam, “repairing the world,” and tzedakah, literally meaning “justice,” “righteousness,” or “fairness,” but used in practice to mean “charity” or “generosity.” these values extend beyond the purely religious and are a fundamental part of jewish life.
  2. an inclination to analyze and debate.
    jews are stereotyped as nerdy and argumentative, and there’s a real reason for it: judaism highly values academic debate. judaism is characterized by struggle, not only with our oppression but with everything. we are taught to struggle with tradition even as we celebrate it, to struggle with authority even as we respect it, to struggle with g-d even as we love him and he loves us. jews will sit down and talk about one word choice in one passage of the torah for innumerable hours and still know we haven’t reached every possible interpretation. there’s a common saying – “two jews, three opinions.” we love to argue, we really do.
  3. specificity.
    if you want your characters to be accurately jewish, you’ll have to be more specific.
    what ethnicity are they? are they ashkenazi (european jews), sephardic (jews descending from spain), mizrahi (MENA jews), beta israel (jews descending from ethiopia)? are they converts? are they mixed? do they come from an interfaith background? were they raised observant, become religious later in life, abandon the religion but not the culture?
    what branch of judaism do they belong to? are they orthodox, conservative, reform, reconstructionist? are they hasidic?
    the answer will change what foods they eat, what music they listen to, what language they speak at home, how they practice certain holidays, how men and women interact with each other, how modestly they dress, whether or not your male character shaves, what superstitions they hold, whether or not they’re allowed to get tattoos, how they interact with their elders, and more.
    obviously if these things aren’t directly relevant to your story there’s no reason to get excessively specific. there are constants throughout judaism, and aside from hasidic jews and orthodox women, most jews dress like whatever the norm is where they live. but do the research anyway, because if your character is supposedly sephardic and drops yiddish into their speech, that makes them, and you, less credible.
  4. religion.
    i know you said the protagonist doesn’t really practice. i personally encourage you to change this. you don’t have to write about them going to synagogue or anything but maybe have them kiss the mezuzah as they enter their home, have them keep kosher, have them wear a magen david, a kippah, maybe even tallit.
    yes, this will mean more research for you, but heres why its important imo: antisemitism targets the religious element of judaism just as much as it targets the ethnic element. antisemitism has most frequently appeared throughout history as jews being forbidden from practicing our religion, being forced to remove religious garments and eat treyf and have our synagogues barred or demolished. even now, religious and cultural apathy in american jews is in large part due to our forced assimilation. not long ago it was dangerous to be religiously jewish in public, so families started raising their kids less and less religious for their safety. every jewish character you see on TV is the kind who practices hanukkah and not much else. it would be wonderful if you could at least imply a difference.
    if you don’t feel there is a way for you to do that sensitively (i’m assuming you’re a goy or you probably wouldn’t be asking me this), that’s fair, but i hope you will consider it.

DON’T include:

  1. the obvious stereotypes.
    duh. no greedy bankers, no misogynistic or lecherous men, no doting or overbearing mothers with long island accents, no feeble nerdy men whose failure to live up to white masculinity is the butt of a joke. no mean adjectives attached to characters’ beautiful down-turned noses or lovely dark curly hair.
  2. nazis or nazi allegory characters.
    you haven’t mentioned the antagonists of your story, but just to be safe: if youre not jewish or romani, steer clear of nazis. seriously. jews have had enough of nazis.
  3. criticisms of judaism.
    i’m assuming you know this since you were sensitive enough to ask about representing jewish characters, but for the crowd: if you’re not jewish, it’s not your place to criticize judaism. somewhat related, but please don’t use your jewish characters as your mouthpiece for issues regarding israel and zionism. those conversations are way less intra-community since they affect others, but you cannot claim to hold a jewish point of view on them by having your jewish characters express “their” opinions.
  4. the word “jews.”
    i notice you didnt use this word in your ask! good. just like referring to women as “females” or trans people as “transgenders,” reducing jewish people to an adjective is a subtle but insidious way to strip our humanity. i know i’ve been saying “jews” a lot for convenience, but that’s a luxury i get as a jew myself :p
  5. resentment towards their family/community.
    if their parents are in the picture, i encourage you to write them as good parents. there are abusers in every culture, but there is a huge stereotype about jewish parents being abusive/manipulative (jewish mothers, in particular). leave the fiction about abusive jewish parents to jews. likewise, don’t have other authority figures in the characters’ jewish community mistreat or bore them.

that’s all i can think of for now. i hope this has been helpful at all, and please feel free to send me follow-up questions!!! good luck with your story.

Everything You Are - D. S.

A/N: Okay, wow, I had so many different ideas for this one but I deciced to branch out a bit and get out of my comfort zone. I know some of the things that are mentioned can be a touchy subject for some people and I just want to make clear that I in no way, shape or form mean to offend anyone. 
Based on the prompts “Don’t you say that…not you.” and “I’m can’t keep fighting like this”
Requested by @noodleswdw And if you’re going throug something hard, no matter what it may be, I want you to know that you are loved, you are important and you matter.

You heard the door slam shut and your heartbeat instantly increased. Your anxiety kicked in and you wanted nothing more than to hide away. But you knew you couldn’t. You glanced at the clock and furrowed your eyebrows. 4:18 pm. He was home earlier than usual. You tried to take that as a good sign, maybe he didn’t drink that much today. But a feeling in your gut told you that you were in for a surprise.

His loud footsteps echoed through the empty house, making you shiver. The lack of chatter made you let out a relieved breath. He was alone. Suddenly, the house grew silent. You tried to listen for any noise, a sign of him being awake but there was only the silence. The phone vibrating next to you, signalling you were receiving a call, made you jump. The screen showed a picture Daniel. You knew he wouldn’t stop calling if you ignored him so you decided to pick up, not wanting him to worry. Only after taking the call did you realize what a mistake you had made.

You inhaled, trying to calm your nerves. “Hey (Y/N/N)!” The enthusiasm in your best friend’s voice made you let out a giggle “Hi, Dani” Your response came out louder than intended, making you cover your mouth and hope it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear. But no such luck this time. A low grumble was heard, followed by a thud and some curse words. “What was that?” Daniel’s question caught you off guard, you had completely forgotten he was still on the other line. “Uhm…nothing. Someone outside just dropped something.”

You wanted your voice to come out strong but the slight shakiness and hesitation in it were anything but convincing. Daniel must have noticed that and asked you again. Before you could come up with a new lie you heard a loud crash in the corridor. Not a second later your door was thrown open and hit the wall, making a few pictures fall down. “I knew I heard someone up here. Should have known it was you, you little brat!” By this point Daniel was screaming on the other line but you didn’t hear him, too focused on the man glaring at you. He noticed the phone clutched in your hand and snatched it from you. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun today” was the last thing that could be heard before the line went dead.

Daniel instantly jumped to his feet, not wanting to waste any time and hurriedly put on some shoes. The guys asked him where he was going but he ignored them, taking his keys and running straight to his car. The drive to your house would normally take him 20 minutes but he made it there in 10, hitting a few red lights here and there. He pulled up to your driveway and quickly jumped out of the vehicle, not bothering to lock it. He climbed the steps to your front door, taking two at a time, his anticipation growing. He pushed down on the handle, lucky to find it unlocked and threw the door open.

Daniel was instantly greeted with screams coming from upstairs. He ran up the steps and halted, now not only hearing the screaming but also your soft cries. He looked around the corridor, thinking about what his next step should be and searching for any type of weapon. From his position, he could see into your room perfectly and the scene in there made his blood boil. You were curled up on the floor, backed up to the wall with tears streaming down your face while a tall man was standing in front of you. The man screamed at you to look at him and when you finally lifted your head, it took every fiber of his being to stop Daniel from running in there. A freshly looking, red bruise was prominent on your left cheek, standing out against your pale skin. The boy knew he had to be quick. Glancing around the open space he spotted a vase on his right side, not too far from your door.

Carefully walking over there, he took the vase and stood next to the door, far enough so he wouldn’t be seen but still able to peek into the room. Another scream was heard, making you close your eyes. He saw the man getting ready to swing his fist again but before it could collide with your body Daniel stalked into the room and smashed the vase onto the man’s head, knocking him out immediately. His unconscious body fell to the floor with a loud bang.

The sound made you open your eyes again and what you saw in front of you made your heart stop. You looked at the lifeless body, then up at Daniel and put the pieces together. He quickly took your hand in his, pulling you to your feet and ran out of the house, not wanting you anywhere near that man when he woke up. The drive back to his place was silent, no one daring to say a word. He would glace at you every once in a while, but you kept your eyes trained on the window to your right, too ashamed to look at him. When the two of you arrived, he brought you to his room, ignoring the curious stares and questions from the four boys in the living room. You watched as he walked straight into the bathroom. Confused, you stood there for a minute before deciding to see what he was doing. You saw him bent over the bathtub that was being filled with water. “Okay (Y/N/N), you’ll get in there and just, just relax. I’ll go and put some clothes into the dryer to warm them up and when I get back I want you to tell me what happened back there, okay?” You only managed to nod your head and Daniel gave you a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You had spent an hour in the tub and when you walked out, you quickly changed into Daniel’s clothes, appreciating the warmth and comfort they brought. You took one last glance in the mirror, your eyes lingering on your cheek a little too long and walked out of the bathroom. Daniel was sitting on the bed, his phone in his hand and a troubled expression gracing his beautiful face. You were mad at yourself for being the reason behind it. He lifted his head when he heard you and waved you over. As soon as you lied down he pulled you into his embrace, knowing you still needed to calm down a little. After a few minutes, he softly whispered “Please talk to me. What happened back there?” You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to drop all your problems onto him but one look at his face was all it took for you to break down.

“You know how my mother had gotten a new boyfriend about four months ago, right? Well, at first everything was alright. He seemed like the perfect match for her and he treated both of us so good. But suddenly everything just…changed. We found out he had a drinking problem. At first it was only on the weekends. He would go out, come home around midnight completely drunk and just fall asleep. But weekends turned to every other day until it was every day. Two months ago, he lost his job and that’s when everything went downhill” you stopped talking, trying to calm your breathing. Daniel gave you a reassuring nod and took your hand, squeezing it a little. “Mom started working more hours so she could cover all of his expenses. She goes to work after I leave for school and doesn’t come home until late at night. Which means I’m home alone with him for at least 2 hours. 2 hours of complete torture.” You let out a bitter laugh, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

“He had never been an aggressive drunk, you know. It was as if something clicked in his mind. It started out with throwing plates and breaking stuff but I guess that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. At first, he would only scream at me, call me names, sometimes he would push me. But it got worse. So much worse.” You whispered the last part, not able to talk about all the horrible things that monster had done to you. Daniel pulled you onto his lap and held you tight. “Mom doesn’t know about it. I mean, I know she’s suspicious, she often questions me about the bruises. I just don’t have it in me to tell her the truth. She would blame herself for everything. And then there was you…You’re my best friend and I know I should have talked to you but your life is going great.  You’re chasing your dreams, doing what you love. I didn’t want you having to deal with my problems.” You started crying harder “I can’t keep fighting like this, Dani, I just can’t. Sometimes I would lie awake at night and just think about how easy it would be to leave. I mean, it’s not like someone would miss me anyways…”

Daniel’s heart broke looking at the fragile girl in his arms. He hated himself for not noticing her suffering. He should have known. He was her best friend for god’s sake and yet she still felt like she couldn’t talk to him.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. Don’t you say that, not you. You are the strongest person I know. You went through so much, all on your own, yet you’re still here and I’m so proud of you for that. I don’t want you ever feeling like you can’t talk to me. I’m always here for you, no matter where I am or what time it is, okay? You are loved by so many people and every single one of us would miss you. Your family, your mom, the boys…and especially me.” Daniel lifted your head so you would look into his eyes “You are the most amazing girl I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Intelligent, funny, caring, beautiful inside and out. In my eyes, you’re perfect and I’m so in love with everything that you are.”

Daniel’s words made your heart stop. The boy you had been in love with for so long just admitted his feelings for you. He looked at you, his eyes filled with so much love and hope. “Kiss me” you softly whispered and that’s exactly what he did. The second your lips touched his it was as if all your dark thoughts and fears just vanished. You felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there but most importantly, you felt loved. You pulled away but he didn’t let go of you.

“I love you.”

You closed your eyes, finally at peace. “I love you too.”

There were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of but for now you simply let yourself be happy.

Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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Distance - Jack Avery Imagine

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: The distance gets to you when Jack is on tour. You struggle to find time alone with him, even if it’s through a screen. 

When you opened the door to your house, you wished to see Jack laying in a mess of blankets on your couch, or maybe with a game controller in hand and an empty spot next to him that was meant just for you. You desperately hoped to see him in the kitchen, opening a bag of popcorn to share and tossing a piece into his mouth. These little memories replayed in your brain, being the only thing that made the past 3 weeks worth it. Jack was on tour with the rest of the band and you couldn’t distract yourself. You crawled in between your sheets and exhaled all of your worries but one. Jack obviously being the one. His hoodie was in a wad on top of your pillow. Instincts told you to slip it over your head and breathe in its scent, but you took the hoodie by the sleeve and tossed it across the room. You couldn’t decide if it was comforting or just made you miss him more, so you went with the latter. You were so proud of the boys success, but facetime calls and text messages didn’t always suffice in your relationship. 

You let the phone ring a few times before you rolled over to pick up. 

Jack’s face popped up on the screen and he smirked when he saw your current state: hair was strung across your face and and a mark from the sheets had been indented along your cheek. 

“Sorry Babe! Did I wake you up?”

You peered at the clock on your bed side table, not realizing that you had drifted into an afternoon nap. “Uhm- Yeah i think so. I don’t remember falling asleep, though.” 

High energy pop music boomed in the background and mixed with other loud voices. Jack clearly wasn’t alone. This happened a lot. Mostly, the only free time Jack had to talk was on the tour bus in between stops. Corbyn and Daniel waved from behind your boyfriend. “Hey Y/N! What’s up?” 

You grinned and waved back. You loved the rest of the boys dearly, but you had been itching to talk to Jack alone. “I want to talk to you babe,” you sighed. Jack, even more cheery than usual, responded with a smile. “Okay! Let’s talk!” You let your head fall back onto the pillow again. “I mean you. Just you.”

Jack chuckled, your disappointment clearly flying right over his head. “Whelp. That’s kind of hard to do on a shared bus, don’t ya think?”

You bit the inside of your cheek out of habit. It was something you always found yourself doing when your emotions were unsettled. “As per usual…” you mumbled, not thinking Jack would hear. Surprisingly enough, the tone of your comment caught his attention. “What do you mean, y/n?” His face looked puzzled with his eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. 

You let out yet another tired sigh. “Look. I don’t want to get into an argument with you or something in front of everyone else on that bus.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jack, just call me when you are alone. Okay? No worries.”

Of course, you didn’t fool him. Your face was easy to read and it screamed ‘worry.’

“I don’t know when I’ll have time alone yet… what is this about?”

You bit your lip and stared down at your feet, dangling off the edge of your bed. “I miss you. Just call me when you have the time.” With that, you hung up. Jack’s “I miss you too” lingered on the other end of the line, too late for you to hear. 

You felt bad for dismissing him so abruptly, but you were not about to pour your heart out with at least four other people eavesdropping. 

The second call came in at around 6PM. You had only moved once from your bed, because you had to receive your Postmates order from the front door. This was a priority and was one of the only forces that pulled you from the bedroom.

You picked up right away this time. Jack’s face popped up once again, but it wasn’t a happy expression now. Whatever room he was in was dimly lit. The pieces of hair that hung over his forehead caused a shadow to fall over his eyes. Jack wasted no time to explain the strange setting, because he feared the call would be cut short again. “I’m in a random freaking storage closet, and I’m very much alone. If this doesn’t work, I have no clue what to do. I’m positive that I am supposed to be at soundcheck right now.”

He made you giggle this time. No matter what, he always held that power over you. Jack’s frantic humor served as a pretty effective stress reliever for a few moments. “Jack. I’m so sorry. I just hate not having time to talk to you one on one. It has been so much harder than I thought it would be.” 

“I know. I know. But one more week and I’ll be back in L.A. with you. You’ll have me all to yourself.”

You shook your head. “No. That’s the thing. I won’t. You will have recording to do and business meetings to attend… and I get it. You guys work your butts off. It’s just- unfortunately, the gap between us doesn’t fully close just because you come home. You are still a busy guy.”

Jack looked disappointed—not in you, but in the fact that there was nothing he could do to change the amount of miles between you two or his hectic schedule. 

Jack’s silence was too much to handle, so you prompted him. “Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?”

“Absolutely not.” His answer came without hesitation. “You don’t understand y/n. Do you not understand that we can make this work?”

You whispered now, almost afraid that if you said it too loud, it would hurt Jack more. “I understand that you are successful, and your dreams are coming true, and our schedules just don’t line up. What more is there to understand?”

“Oh my God, y/n. I’m in love with you,” he blurted out. It was as if he had been suppressing those words and they had finally bubbled over the edge. “I’m in love with you, okay? That is what else you need to understand.”

Your eyes widened. He had never shared those words with you before, and now he had confessed when you least expected it. “Jack… I love you too…”

He finally let out the breath he had been holding in. Both of you were clearly relieved that the feeling was mutual. “Well this sucks now because I just want to kiss you, but you are at home and I’m in a stinky closet.” 

You laughed, happy to hear his silly side coming through again. “Hey Jack?”


“We are going to be okay.”

He ran a hand through his hair and nodded his head in agreement. “Hey y/n?”


“Tell me you love me.”

“I just told you I loved you.”

“But I want to hear you say it again.”

“I love you Jack.”


This took forever for me to write but I still feel like it isn’t great. hmmm… feel free to send requests. For the few people that actually read my stuff: I hope you enjoyed :)

Marriage Material - Part 15

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

Summary: in this chapter, you’ve changed.

Warnings: language

A/N: we’re going from a jim chapter to, like, the exact opposite.

You wanted to jam a scalpel into something. Not someone, thankfully, but something. Like a pillow, or a biobed mattress, or a CPR dummy. You wanted to dig the scalpel into an inanimate something and tug, and rip, and tear. You wanted to dig the cotton from the pillows, the sorry lack of cotton from the mattresses, and you wanted to pull the rubber covering the CPR dummy apart.

It wasn’t common for you to have such violent urges. You weren’t the most gentle, feather-like person in the least, but you certainly never felt like ripping sheets and thick rubber apart. You usually fought the urge to scream if you were angry— a lot of the time you gave in, too. You screamed into pillows, screamed in the shower, screamed in the confines of your quarters back when you lived solo.

Now that you lived with Jim, your space was his space, your pillow was his pillow, your shower was his shower. Unfortunately, you two would be in that space, near that pillow, and in that shower at the same time frequently. That meant you couldn’t scream non-sexually, you couldn’t release non-sexually.

All of that build-up, all of that clutter, all of that sudden spike in reason for said clutter, it just gave you the strongest frustration you’d ever felt. Your hands itched, your head ached, your chest felt weirdly contradictory.

You didn’t understand the feeling— the strange full but empty, too fast but too slow, anxious but calm feeling that you got each time you saw Jim, you heard Jim, you were near Jim. You hate it— all the clutter, all the feeling.

You were frustrated and angry and tired. You wanted to rip a goddamn pillow with a scalpel and scream while doing it.

You hopped off the biobed you were seated atop, your boot almost slipping on the deck plating you’d spilled a little water onto earlier. You caught yourself on the edge of the adjacent counter, laughing in relief and mild embarrassment. “Fuck.”

“Maybe don’t consider acrobatics as an alternative career, sugar.”

You made a face— eyes narrowed, single eyebrow raised, lips turned down in a frown. “We’re all good here? I can leave?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leonard answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re healthy, whatever.”

“A little dissatisfied you could find nothing wrong with me, Len?”

He clicked his tongue with a single shake of his head. “Sweetheart, it’s a doctor’s dream to one day find every patient healed, every patient healthy, every nonpatient the same— you should know that.”

He set his PADD down and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m dissatisfied because of that,” he added with a flourished motion towards your face.

Your smile was sarcastic and a little outraged. “Don’t boost my self-esteem too much now.”

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anonymous asked:

I seriously love your writing omg is it okay if I request a Yoosung "first time" fic >///< you don't have to ofc!! Ahh thank you very much

wahooooo sorry i’ve been AWOL for a few days, got caught up in work and illness and work and illness and i’m running on caffeine, paracetamol and two hours of sleep HA


Yoosung was the sweetest, most considerate, and loving man you knew. He had done nothing but express his adoration for you from the moment his eyes met yours, and, if that was his way of winning you over for good, oh boy, it was working. The two of you had been going steady for a couple of months now - long enough for the issues surrounding the hacker, and Rika’s apartment, to dissipate somewhat. Yoosung had become more and more focused at school, and you were willing to cheer him on at every possible opportunity. Your evenings were spent either working together, occasionally breaking for some cuddles, or taking time off, watching movies, or playing games, or even just lying together, pouring your hearts out to one another.

Nights like this were a rarity.

“Yoosung-” your breath hitched as your boyfriend nibbled on the tender skin beneath your jawline, tracing his tongue down your neck. “Be careful… You might leave a mark-”

“A mark?”

“Like last time… Remember?”

Yoosung hummed in confirmation, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared all that much, as his lips returned to your own. You couldn’t help but let yourself melt into the kiss - for two people who had never done anything with anyone, your kisses were incredible. His teeth found your lower lip, taking it into his own mouth and sucking, his own groan of satisfaction making you all the more willing to open up to him. Shifting yourself in his lap, you wound a hand through his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands so that you could manoeuvre his head; Yoosung let you take charge as your tongue met his, his hands settling happily on your hips as your other hand, currently unoccupied, went wandering down. Despite your inexperience, you had been in this situation enough that you knew just where would make your boyfriend melt into your arms - pressing around his hipbone, you grinned as Yoosung moaned,  his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Oh, ____…” He was panting, face flushed and eyes dark - a vision of lust. You knew that what you were doing was working; the evidence pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and you rocked into him, desperate for more friction to satiate your own needs. Yoosung was a mess, fingers grasping needily at your hips, your thighs, your butt - whatever he could get a grip on. This wasn’t exactly a new sight for you, in fact, you and Yoosung had done almost everything but directly touch each other. And it was getting… Frustrating, to say the least.

“Hey,” it took some effort on your behalf - you could feel your own arousal growing unbearable - as you pulled away from your lust-stricken boyfriend, not helped by the whine he emitted as his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know about you, but I… Uh… I think I’m ready.”

“Wait-” Yoosung coughed, and took a deep breath. “You mean… Ready, ready?” His eye sparkled with excitement, and something quite a bit more mature. “Ready?

“Ready.” You grinned back at him as you repeated the word. “I mean, if you are-”

“Of course!” Yoosung cut you off, nodding almost too enthusiastically. “I mean… I’ve been wanting to… Since… We… Uh.” The flush on his face deepened, and he looked down.


“Since we first kissed!” He exclaimed, somehow flushing even further - you were worried the blood was going in the wrong direction.

“At the party?”

“Ever since then, I’ve been… Uh… Imagining…” The last word was spoken slowly, almost as though Yoosung had tried to craft his sentence carefully - and failed. He trailed off, gaze avoiding your own. But that was all you needed to hear; it wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the exact same, and many sleepless nights since that first kiss had been spent wishing your fingers were Yoosung’s - nights like these, where the two of you separated, often unsatisfied, hadn’t helped.

“Then let’s do it.”


“Mhm. I love you, Yoosung. I trust you, and I would love nothing more than for you to be my first,” now you were blushing. “And for me to be yours.”

Apparently satisfied with your confession, Yoosung wasted no time finding the hem of your shirt, and lifting it - suffice to say the two of you were already worked up more than enough. You returned the favour, hastily tugging at Yoosung’s shirt until he lifted himself from the headboard of your bed, allowing you to remove the garment. You didn’t want the typical bra-removal scenario to make Yoosung falter now, so, as he moved to tug at the buckle on his belt, you removed it yourself - leaving your boyfriend stunned.

“Oh…” Even through his trousers, you could feel Yoosung’s cock throb when he saw your breasts, freed from their usual restrictions. He didn’t speak, or move, for a few long moments, before turning his gaze to you. “… Can I touch them?”

You smiled - partly nerves, mostly amusement. “Of course - you are my boyfriend, Yoosung.”

Yoosung couldn’t resist taking them into his hands, and just squeezing - you could’ve laughed, if it were under any other circumstances. It took a while before he got the idea of what to do with them, but you were willing to be patient; even seeing him touching you like this was doing wonders to heighten your own arousal. When his mouth took one of your nipples, sucking gently on the hardened bud, you had to consciously stop yourself from grabbing his head. Although he neglected the other side, he was surprisingly good with his mouth, sucking hard before letting up, brushing his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves; your chest was heaving as you tried to regulate your breathing and filter out your moans and sighs of pleasure, and you honestly could’ve let Yoosung play with your chest all night, but you - literally - had more pressing  matters to attend to.

“Shall we undress?” The passionate undressing of one’s lover was all very well, but neither of you had done this before - it could all become very messy, very quickly, if one of you messed up. Save the tropes for later, you thought - for now, all you wanted was to make love to your boyfriend. Thankfully, he seemed to agree, and you removed yourself from his lap - sorely missing the friction the growing bulge in his trousers had given you - removing your own jeans and, with some internal-pep talk, your panties.

Clearly, Yoosung was the one waiting, for the moment you had your panties off, he pulled you down onto the mattress. Honestly, you had so little time to feel self-conscious before his lips were on yours again, your moans muffled against his mouth as he let you fall back, his own figure covering yours.

“Um…” Yoosung wasn’t much taller than you; your frame fit perfectly against his, even as he fidgeted above you. “I hope you don’t mind if we just… Do it.”

You hadn’t even glimpsed anything beyond his torso - although you could feel his stiff member pressed against your thigh, not knowing exactly what was coming was nerve-wracking, but exciting. “I want to do this right, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You could even feel your own hips twitching at the thought of what was to come, your clit throbbing in anticipation, desperate for friction - never before had you been so completely aware of your entire body.

“Yoosung, please-” straining up to place a final kiss on his lips, you smiled at him. “I want you.”

No matter how much you wanted to tease him until he couldn’t handle it, mark him as your own, and hear him cry out your name, no matter how much you wanted that talented mouth on your womanhood, and no matter how much you wanted to see just how far the two of you could go in the bedroom, this was your first time. Your first time, with your true love - you were, you realised, lucky beyond belief to have found Yoosung, to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You knew that you could wait - after all, you had your whole life ahead of you.

Right now, all that mattered was feeling the head of his cock as it spread you open like never before - a shiver passed down your spine as Yoosung sheathed himself inside you fully, and his own breathing hitched. It was uncomfortable, at first, but you were more than ready, and it didn’t take long before you gave him the nod to continue. It barely took you a few thrusts to realise that he was the perfect fit for you - he didn’t boast the greatest length, but that mattered little when he was able to hit all the right places, and it meant even less when he filled you so well, when he completed you so utterly.

“You… You are so perfect, ____…” Yoosung’s voice was a little garbled, gasps and moans of pleasure punctuating each one of his thrusts into you. You didn’t expect him to last long enough - but with how intensely aroused you had unexpectedly found yourself, you were beginning to doubt yourself. Even as Yoosung’s breaths grew more haggard, you were gripping the sheets, knuckles white as your other hand found your engorged clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to the best of your ability as you let your mouth hang open, moans cascading from your lips.

Yoosung’s erratic thrusting was all the warning you needed to speed up your own pace, and as your boyfriend buried his head into the crook of your neck, cries of your name signalling his impending climax, you felt your own hit you, unexpectedly and abruptly. You convulsed with pleasure, sobbing Yoosung’s name before collapsing back into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move from your position beneath him. At some point between your climax and your subsequent return to full consciousness, Yoosung must have also climaxed - he was yet to remove himself from inside you, or, for that matter, on top of you.

Had you been more clear of mind, maybe you would have asked him to move - for now, however, you were content. The feeling of his skin, sticky but warm on your own, was comforting, and a reminder of what had just occurred. Not that you were upset, or unsatisfied in any way; everything was just perfect. You were slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the man on top of you, and, had he not moved, you could have easily found yourself drifting off. Yoosung’s voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your daze.

“Was that… Ok?” He looked half-asleep himself; eyes hooded, hair mussed, face still holding patches of redness. He looked adorable, honestly, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms, and sleep.

“That was more than ok, love.” Your own voice was quiet, soft with satiation. “Everything was perfect.” Yoosung pulled himself from you with a whimper, collapsing besides you. The silence returned as you pressed against Yoosung once again, who happily entwined himself with you. Minutes passed, and, as you returned to the cusp of slumber, too far gone now to re-awaken, Yoosung spoke once again.

“I think I want to marry you, ____.”

Saphael Fanfic Rec 2.0

A Saphael Fest.

More writing goodies from amazing writers.

As always, if you know any of the authors and tag them, that would be very much appreciated

A Daisy instead of a glass shoe by @soft-saphael

Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and commoner!rapahel

Two weeks from his coronation and three from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the concrete walkway in shattered fragments.

“You’re a little far from the palace” A slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw black leather.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize for not bowing” The boy snorted.

“Please, just leave me alone” Simon huffed tiredly.

A First Date (Kind of. Almost.) by SnogboxesAndChips

Simon is always looking for excuses to be near Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.

And every road you take (will always lead you home) by @woodenhallslikecaskets

For Raphael’s 55th birthday Magnus gifts him a portal that leads to 1956.

Brooklyn, NY 1956: he meets a beautiful boy by the name of Simon Lewis. They’ve never met before but Raphael feels like he could love him. They could fall in love.

Break of the light by @makehomesofhumans

Simon’s eyes sparked to life as he was being dangled over the edge of a building. He sighed, because that was just his luck.

But who would love a monster, anyway? By @spendeonswithyou

As he learns later, loving Simon hurts. It’s making his dead heart want to beat again, destroying the remaining bits and pieces of his soul.

Or the Soulmate AU in which you can feel your soulmate’s pain.

Customer Satisfaction by kuro1neko2kun

‘You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU

Darling, you’re all I need by @anjawritingsx

Simon and Raphael are happy together, that is until Simon forgets their 8th year anniversary.
Raphael is left heartbroken and Magnus and Alec try to pick up the pieces.

Does that mean you’ve a really bad crush on me too? By milleniumlint

Simon wants Raphael to understand he has feelings for him but he’s not so obvious like he thinks he is.

Dreaming of You (endlessly) by Nubian_Reese

Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts. His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this is real.

Flirting 101 by TrickyVicky3

Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again. “That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen. “You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”

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Shingen x MC (NSFW)

I was supposed to write something for Nobu’s birthday, and instead finished the Shingen smut I started like two months ago. Sorry, Nobu, I promise I’ll try and get something out before the end of the month.

ALSO, this is my first attempt writing smut so keep that in mind. MC is named after my MC to make it cleaner. Also also, my beta reader is a man who has no knowledge of SLBP, so take that how you will. This is 3k words, so under the cut to save dashes and wandering eyes!

Takeda Shingen is a busy man. Which is to be expected, attempting to unify Japan isn’t exactly easy, and you definitely don’t get to have days off. Even still, everyone needs a break every now and then, and the Tiger of Kai is no exception.  

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So, I had planned to write Captain Charming post that  ep… but instead it’s mostly Killian/Snow  interaction.  I don’t even know.

              He’s pacing outside the loft when Snow opens the door.

              It startles him for a moment, seeing her rather than Dave.  He knows the two have been trading out, of course, but he’s spent so much time with her husband, that seeing Snow leaves him unsure for a moment.

              He hadn’t known what he would say to Dave, those bloody pages burning a hole in his pocket, so now that he’s faced with the man’s wife instead, he’s left utterly speechless.

              Snow looks at him for a long moment with those eyes so like Emma’s.  Her purse is draped over her arm, but after a moment of looking at him, she sets it aside and opens her door wider.

              “Come in, Killian.”

              “I…” Killian scratches his ear, not knowing what to do.  “You were leaving.  I don’t wish to keep you.”

              “It’s not important. Come in, Killian.”

              He obeys the order the second time it’s given, and perches on a chair at the counter, watching Snow as she moves around the kitchen. It takes her just minutes to put together some tea, and then she joins him at the counter, placing large mugs in front of them both.

              “You’re troubled,” Snow remarks, and it surprises Killian somewhat.  Dave doesn’t tend to notice when he’s troubled so quickly, and Emma would immediately ask what was wrong.  But Snow just watches him and waits

              Killian thinks to out wait her, burying his attention in his mug. But her gaze is a heavy weight  on the top of his head as he stares into his mug, and finally, to turn her attention elsewhere, he pulls out the page and tosses them in front of her.


              “If you’re worried about making Emma think poorly of her friend, then you shouldn’t. It’s not like you ran off to this-”

              “The man in the pages is David’s father.” Killian stares into the tea, even as he cuts Snow off, unable to bear the thought of her trying to make him feel better.  And the words don’t stop at that.  “I killed him.”

              Silence again, and he can feel her gaze on him once more.  Killian can’t look up.  Not when he knows that he’ll see disappointment – or worse, hatred – in those eyes so similar to the woman he loves.  

              “Does David know?”

              It’s the tone that makes Killian’s head jerk up. Because there isn’t anger there, but rather compassion.  It’s a testament, to how very kind Snow is, that her expression is that of empathy.

              “We thought it was George.  It would have been George… but I was there.  I should have let him go free, but it would be an irritant, to have a king after me.  So I murdered him, and never thought of him again except…”

              He looks at those damning pages, and recalls his own childhood, and that feeling of abandonment – the one that ruins a boy and leaves him ruined into manhood – and it makes him feel ill, to know that it’s his fault that Dave knows that bitter experience as well.

              “I didn’t know.  Not until the puppet brought me those pages last night.”

              He’d gone through the motions with Emma, and his loving may have been a bit fiercer, because he’d known it might be the last time. He should have told her… but another part of him needed to tell Dave first. And yet another part had needed one last taste of her, before he very likely lost her forever.

              Emma Swan wasn’t the type to welcome the murderer of her own family into his bed.

              He had left that morning before Emma awoke, and wandered the streets  until the  clock hit an acceptable time and he’d found himself outside the loft..

              “And now you’re here,” Snow remarks.  “To tell him.”

              He can’t say anything, just nods miserably.  Snow joins him, and runs a hand over his hair.  It’s such a motherly gesture, and Killian has few memories of his mother, so he has to close his eyes lest he embarrass them both with his tears.

              “You’re a good man, Killian Jones.” He shudders, and his breath is a sob at Snow’s words.  She hugs him, and he can’t help but hug her back.  “You may not have always been, but you are now. David knows that.  Tell him, and then give him time.”

              “Why are you being so kind to me?” he asks her, as she walks away.  She keeps her back to him as she cleans her mug, and Killian is thankful, as it gives him a moment to  wipe away the tears that want to fall. “Dave… this tore him up. And it’s because of me.”

              “You’re tearing  yourself up enough for  us both. And maybe  I understand  you a little more than you think.  Despite my name, I’m not entirely without darkness,  Killian.”

              He thinks that her darkness is nothing to his,  but then  again, who is he to belittle the pain others carry?


              “Will forgive you, because she knows you’ve changed. So will David. You’re here, Killian. You’re telling the truth. That… it counts for a lot.”

              Killian swallows and gives the smallest of nods, though he doesn’t quite believe her.  Snow’s expression  says she knows his thoughts, but rather than say anything more, she wipes her hands and heads for the steps.

              “I’ll wake David for you… Killian?  Just tell him the truth.  The way you told it to me.  Whatever happens, I believe it will work out in the end.”

              Killian says nothing and for a moment he considers fleeing.  But then a heavier tread comes down the steps, and now it’s Dave.

              Killian swallows, and lets him read the pages, and decides to do exactly as Snow had suggested.

              And perhaps, someday, he’ll regain all he’s sure he’ll lose.

Don’t Stress (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [PART II]

It’s been days since you told Harry about your pregnancy, and he’s been avoiding you since. Just being away from him causes you a lot of stress - mentally, emotionally and physically - so Jesse decides to do something about it…

Tags: @a-hero-complex @thekaitj @itsrebeca @toofulloflove @srawells @agirlinherhead @psychoticutopia @random-fandom-lady


There was a knock on the door.

Setting down the wrench and grabbing a rag, you wiped your hands clean and peeked over the edge of the Speed Lab’s Command Center. There, standing in the doorway, dressed in a flowy blue shirt, black skirt and a red cardigan, was Jesse Wells.

You couldn’t help but smile.

Jesse had been one of the sweetest and most talented girls you’ve ever met. She’s always been supportive of you and Harry’s relationship, which was a definite plus for you.

Especially these past few days when she noticed a change in communication with her dad. As far as you could tell, she didn’t know what you two were arguing about and - really - you’d rather keep it that way.

A part of you feared that you wouldn’t know how else to react if she ended up hating you too.

“Hey,” you greeted, walking towards her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” she shrugged. “I just wanted to see if you needed help with maintenance.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You have a degree in electrical engineering?”

“Who doesn’t?” She asked.

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anonymous asked:

jake and amy, 21. best friends sibling au? i'm so desperate to see amy's brothers on the show!!


21. best friend’s sibling au


Amy’s head snaps up from where it was buried in her book. Not that she’s at all surprised by someone yelling in the house - growing up with seven brothers has left her mostly desensitised (and probably partially deaf) to loud noises coming from nowhere at all hours of the night. Over the years, Amy had learned to block out the incessant yammering of seven slightly insane extroverts, but this voice was different.

The disembodied voice coming from her kitchen didn’t belong to any of her brothers - four had moved out years ago and the twins were out of town, leaving just Amy and Manny at home. But Manny had class all morning and wouldn’t be home until later, which meant that – oh. She’s surprised she hadn’t recognised it immediately.

The unmistakable voice of one Jacob Peralta is echoing through her house.

Manny and Jake had met during their first semester of college and bonded instantly. Jake didn’t have a whole lot of family, and since Manny still lived at home he insisted on bringing him to all their family holiday celebrations (or as Peralta called them, Staying Up With the Santiagos) so he wouldn’t sit in his apartment watching football. It meant Jake and Amy had become… Acquainted. Out of necessity. Nothing genuine. Really.

“Manuel Victor Santiago, I will search this house –”

Dios mio,” she mutters under her breath. She bookmarks her page in A Brief History of US Politics - because not even under duress would she dog-ear a page, she’s not a savage - and slams the cover shut before crossing the room to her open door and sticking her head out to yell into the hallway. “Shut up, Peralta!”

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Bad At Love-Corbyn Besson

Author’s Note: This is a short lil (angsty) Corbyn imagine based on the song Bad At Love by Halsey. Enjoy!! :-)

♥ ♥ ♥

“Did you hear what I just said (Y/N)?” Corbyn frowns, his eyes meeting yours as he tried his best to read your expression. “I said I love you.” he repeats and your heart drops at his words. 

“Corbyn, I…” your voice trails off as you try to look anywhere but at him, your eyes roaming the interior of his car, silently begging the universe for a distraction. 

Tonight had been perfect, you and Corbyn spending the day together and ending the night with a drive around the city. His smile fades and it hits him that he’s not going to get the reaction he had hoped for. 

“Oh.” was the only word that managed to escape his lips. It wasn’t easy for you to see Corbyn like this, but it was even harder for you to communicate your feelings. 

The tension continues to rise between the two of you and you swear the walls of the car are moving in around you. It was easier for Corbyn, it always was. Before you he had Christina and before him you had no one. You weren’t even sure that you knew what love was. 

“Its okay if you don’t feel the same.” he says suddenly, his soft words pulling you from your thoughts as he turns to face you. The soft glow of the moon illuminates his face and you can tell that he’s doing his best not to fall apart in your driveway. 

“Its not that I don’t feel it, its just…I’m not like you Corbyn. Its not easy for me to trust people, to love them.” you admit and his expression softens as he realizes the weight of your words. 

He sighs and you want nothing more than to tell him that he’s the one you’ve been waiting for…but you can’t. The words “I love you” just weren’t in your vocabulary, they never had been.

“I feel for you, I do. I’ve never felt this way and I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything without thinking of you Corbyn.” you admit and he goes to say something but its your turn to tell him how you feel. 

“But I’m bad at this. I’m bad at love. I don’t even think I know what love is.” you admit, the tears you tried so hard to hold back making their way down your cheeks. 

At first you’re sure that he’s had enough, that he’s going to leave just like everyone else had but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips meet yours and they take your breath away. 

“Then let me show you.” he begs and you nod softly, knowing that all along he’s been the one that those three magic words were made for.

(Another snippet of the teacher!AU by yours truly and @donnatellamoss! I guess you could say this is where it all begins? Enjoy!)

It’s early- too early, in Arin’s opinion. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon and there are only three other cars in the parking lot when he arrives at school, a sure sign that he’s in danger of breaking his reputation for being perpetually almost-but-not-quite-late. He’s still rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he wrenches the front door open. He can’t quite help wishing he were still in bed, faced mashed into his pillow, but there’s work to be done before the students arrive for the first day of the school year.

The only bright side is that he more or less has the school to himself for a little while, which means he should have some time to shake the grogginess off. The hallways are still darkand Arin isn’t expecting to run into anyone, which is why he’s more than a little surprised when he nears his office and hears, from somewhere down the hall, the distant sound of humming.

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hufflepuffkira  asked:

hey Giulia!! I was wondering if you had any writing advice/tips? As you well know I'm a huge fan of your writing and I aspire to reach your level of talent aha. I apologize if I've already asked for your advice before too, you absolutely don't have to answer again if I have! (I love love your new theme btw!!)

This is so flattering Cosi omg thank you. I’ll try to put together some of my favorite posts that i often check while writing and maybe add some more.

  • here’s some general writing tips by @wellsjahasghost that i find extremely useful.
  • @rongasm wrote so many writing tips as well so you should definitely check out her writing stuff tag. This “How to develop/come up with a good plot” post helped me out a lot. Also i agree on every point of this post about what attracts me the most in a fic.
  • @danielzharman‘s writing tag include tips of every kind, if you either wanna write a fic or a novel, you can find some very helpful for your vocabulary, plot and general information for descriptions.     

          when i write i always check these ones in particular:

  1.   “how to translate emotions into written body language”
  2. “57 senses to use in your writing”
  3. “words to use more often + words instead of ‘said’ + words instead of ‘looks’ + showing emotions and feelings”  (this is more for non-native english speakers maybe?)
  • Personally, being english not my first language i always struggle with finding synonyms  and i’m always afraid of feeling repetitive with my expressions, so WIDEN YOUR VOCABULARY and always REREAD your sentences, read them out loud to see if they do sound natural and fluent, as well as your dialogues.
  • FIND A BETA, cause they really save your ass and even if your grammar is somehow perfect you’ll always need someone to cheer you up and that roots for you. Your beta is not only the one who corrects your work, but is someone you can count on when you need a good advice or even just an opinion about your writing. It’s not just a “writing/professional” relationship, strictly bound to your fic. ( ps. @youaretoosmart@stilesprefers-screamers ily)
  • PUNCTUATION is!! important!! You can tell me the best story ever with good characters and development but i can’t really follow it if paragraphs are commas-free and capital letters are optional.
  • COHERENCE, both for grammar and plot. Aka:
  1. don’t mix the tenses up. If you start with the present tense, stick with it and vice versa. (Unless you’re writing in present and have to do a flashback or something)
  2. as for the plot: always be careful about the dates and the socio-cultural background. For ex. if you’re setting your story post-college, you have to consider colleges in USA last four years. Or the fact that In USA you use different scales of measurement etc…
  • Also, when i read a fic, i have this small pad where i note all the expressions or words i either don’t understand or i find inspiring. There, i write down also some brainstormings for my fics whenever something inspires me, which can happen with movies, literature, tv shows… whatever. FIND INSPIRATION in everything you do: hobbies, places etc…just, pay attention to it, you know.
  • FOR MULTICHAPTERS you can deal with it as you like it but personally, i like to have everything scheduled. So for example for Quietus i’ve done the same process Rachel and Maggie did for Rainflower and made a two-lines plot for each chapter, set up the povs and basically wrote some key-words. I used Google Sheets.
  • if you have friends who are writers as well, DON’T BE AFRAID OF ASKING FOR OPINIONS, granted of course that you gotta be willing to accept constructive critics too (as Jade said). For my own experience, writers are very supportive with each other yikes.

i think … that’s it? Also because the others’ posts are really detailed and i don’t think i have much more to add on it.

Hopefully it can be enough, & for any advice or anything i’m always here to talk xx

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you recommend me some good malec fanfics? Don't care if it's fluff or smut (i heard you are a fan of botton!alec 😉 ) just tell me if there's anything good


Hello! Thank you for coming to me for this. I have lots of Malec recommendations! Right now I’m just going to give you some of the one’s I have in my new phone but maybe later I will add the one’s I have in my previous phones.

-This fanfics are a mix of a lot of things: fluff, angst, smut (yes, I’m a fan of bottom!Alec :D), some AUs, and some are very dark.

-I put some Notes to express my opinions and other stuff (they are kinda lame :p sorry haha) 

-Just click in the title to open the fic and if there’s an issue with the link just let me know. 

-I put how many chapters each story has and where is posted next to the title.

-They are not in order of how I like them or whatever, it was just how I found them, I put them here.

-Also I put a (*) before the fic title for the one’s I think you should really read!! The one’s I really loved the most of this list.

-I’m sorry if there’s some mistakes in my English, it’s not my native language.

Good Things Come To Those (Who Stutter In Front Of Their Crush) (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: Alec is fairly popular, he has his friends and his brother and sister, and no one seems to mind that he doesn’t talk that much. He’s not exactly shy, he’s just awkward and gets nervous around strangers.

Magnus is a senior, a year above Alec, and he’s quite possibly the most beautiful person Alec has ever laid eyes upon. The problem isn’t that he’s a year older, however. It’s that he has a girlfriend.

And, of course, if Alec ever was to start a conversation with Magnus, he’d probably trip over his own feet, stumble over his words, and faceplant into the ground … or something.

The embarrassment just isn’t worth it. Or is it?

Notes: This is a really sweet AU with a cute Alec with glasses.

* Reminiscent (33/33) (Ao3) 

Summary: I’m trivial. I’ve always believed I’m trivial. But he says that’s not true. He says I’m a lot more than trivial. He says I’ll always be more to him. He told me I’m his first of safe and risks. He told me I’m his first in his mind which shouts important and unnecessary recollections. He told me I’m his first of anything but trivial. And I can’t help but wanting to believe him.

Notes: This has a lot of angst, I’m serious. You suffer with this but like I love angst, wow, it was amazing. And the end… well, it ends with angst but also in a good way (?)

Religious Obligations (16/?) (Ao3) 

Summary: The Lightwoods have long since been cursed with corruptibility. In the year of the Angel 1645, Robert made a deal with the devil himself. In exchange for the security of his position, he took an oath to give one of his children. Now the Prince of Hell has come to collect.

Notes: I haven’t read the last chapters, I think I’m in chapter 13 but this story is so good! It has a lot of potential and the plot is really good and unique.

* Tale of Wolves (2/2) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: Alec was an Omega. And he had never expected his Alpha, Magnus, would pick him as mating partner. Warnings: Altered ABO, sexual content. A two-part story.

Notes: This is an Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic fanfic, with mpreg mentioned. Smut. *spoiler* But also how Alec starts to get over his insecurities.

* The Moon wants to shine but the Sun is too bright (14/16) (Ao3) 

Summary: “I don’t like it”, said Magnus.

Alec looked at him with perplexity.

“You don’t like what ?”

“I don’t like it when people are touching my things !” he answered angrily.

Alec frowned, did someone touch Chairman Meow ? He didn’t notice the possessive glare of Magnus focused on him.

Notes: oKaY THIS STORY IS AMAZING! The summary doesn’t make justice to what the story is really about!! It’s amazing!!!! Right now everything is getting solved and I’m impatient for the next chapters!! Oh and angst hehe.

* Five Times Magnus Isn’t a Good Boyfriend And One Time He Is (1/1) (Ao3)

Summary: Being a high profile celebrity makes it difficult for Magnus to find enough time for his personal life. Alec’s feeling lonely after spending yet another night alone.

Or, in which Magnus is spending too much time at work, Alec confides in Chairman Meow, and Magnus tries to make everything better.

Notes: Slight angst but has a sweet end.

* Under Nobody’s Wings (23/?) (Fanfiction.net)  

Summary: The Circle which led by Jonathan Morgenstern was hunting Downworlders. Jonathan’s lover, Alec Ligthwood, suddenly showed up and asked Magnus for help with a baby in his arms. Said Warlock never expected the pain and love followed. Through their way to redemption, something developed between them. *Hints of abuse, sexual content and Mpreg

Notes: amazing plot!!!

Feeling Alive (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: Alec has one job and he intends to complete it.

Notes: zombie!au but I’m warning that is tragic. This author’s fics are really angsty but I love them. 

* Satellite (6/6) (Ao3) 

Summary: All Alec wanted was for his family to be safe. Unfortunately, a dangerous mutant ability and a terrifying mistake can’t–won’t–leave him and his siblings alone. If he wants his loved ones to survive, he’s going to have to face his fears, and worse, himself.

Notes: Xmen Universe AU. Again, wonderful plot! This is going to have a second part but it’s not posted yet. This First is finished. This author’s fics are really angsty but I love them. 

* In which Alec regrets wearing black (5/?) (Ao3) 

Summary: Alec is a ballet dancer with a permanent scowl

Magnus is a glittering fashion designer with a knack for gift buying

They meet and misunderstandings take place. This is their story.

*All characters apart from my own belong to the genius that is Cassie Clare*

Notes: oHmYgOd I’m in love with this!!! Ballet dancer!Alec is everything!! So cute and also kind of stalker!Magnus. The author changed slightly Alec’s appearance but I’m ok with it <3. And the chapter are so long!

darling tonight, i’ve got you in my sights (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: _

Magnus nips at Alec’s perspiring, over heated flesh with an enthusiastic mouth, tongue flicking out to lap at the subtle rivulets of sweat and his groan reverberates through Alec, deep and intoxicating. His agile fingers stray under the hem of Alec’s shirt, sweeping blistering trails of fire across his abdomen, muscles quivering and tensing under the numbing ministrations. The pure skin on skin contact is devastatingly stunning, by the Angel, and Alec clenches his teeth to smother his cry, head tumbling back onto Magnus’ shoulder.


(clubbing and some sexy dancing leads to some hot, rather filthy sex.)

Notes: yeess smut but it’s well written.

Intimacy (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: “Here, take what you want, what you need.” the warlock whispered, moving his hands to Alec’s to lace them together.


Or five times Magnus and Alec failed at having intimate moments and the one time they didn’t.

Notes: It’s literally what the summary says, and powerbottom!alec.

Too Much Of A Good Thing Won’t Be Good For Long (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: Boxing AU

Notes: short but so good!!

Bullseye (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: When Alec Lightwood is approached by Magnus Bane as a recruitment effort for a mysterious cause, he most definitely doesn’t expect the series of events that follow.

Notes: This includes experiments, if I remember well. A clandestine organization.

Magnus Bane’s School for Young Warlocks (20/25) (Ao3) 

Summary: Alec had never dreamt he’d be a father by the age of 25, let alone the father of a Warlock. He’s sure he can handle it alone, though. He doesn’t need anyone and neither do his kids.

(Or: Alec takes Max to Warlock School and finds himself falling fast for his teacher).

Notes: I haven’t finished reading the last updates but has angst and denial from Alec’s part.

* Counting Lies (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: 49. Superhero and Villain AU

The city was torn apart by the fight between the mob families and the vigilantes, but Alec and Magnus were far away from all that. They were just two normal guys in a normal relationship.

Number of lies: 3

Notes: AMAZING!! AND HAS A LOT OF PLOT TWISTS!!!!! Everyone should read this. WOW.

Let’s Put That Mouth To Good Use (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: Magnus and Alec discuss their sex life via Cosmo quiz. Sort of.

Notes: This is good smut. I’m just saying that. Hehe.

In the Name of Promise (15/15) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: Years ago the Lightwoods asked Magnus for help: sending their only child Alexander to a mundane family and being raised like one. 17 years later Magnus received a call and he had no choice but rescue Alec, both physically and psychologically. *Warnings inside. Malec, AU.

Notes: This story deals with dark topics and Malec’s relationship develops slowly (at least the romantic one).

* Better Angels (10/10) (Ao3) 

Summary: When there’s only one active Shadowhunter in the whole crazy mess that is New York City, it’s bad.

When that one Shadowhunter is living with three adults who are cursed to never leave the Institute’s grounds, two of which hate each other, it’s very bad.

When that Shadowhunter’s happiness and even mental stability is sacrificed in the pursuit of perfection, it’s monstrous.

When that one, fourteen year old Shadowhunter is found crying in an alley by the High Warlock of Brooklyn, it’s a matter of life and death.

Notes: This story also deals with dark and sensitive topics too, like self-harm. Author’s tumblr: @witchlightsands

* Home Wrecker (93/93) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: Ever since his Father got caught with another woman and thrown out of the house, cheaters have disgusted Alexander Lightwood. So what is he to do when he falls in love with one? / AU, more chapters to come.

Notes: This a LARGE story, well it has a lot of chapters but they are not that long. I read the story in like 3 days? And it’s good, I mean, I wouldn’t have read it if it wasn’t great. Somethings are kind of… off. But I loved it. ALSO it has age-gap. Magnus is 30 and Alec 18 then 19, I think.

* Take Me Back to the Basics (39/?) (Ao3) 

Summary: Modern Malec AU where you can see every color but the color of your soulmates eyes.

Soulmates are a lost romance that have been shrouded over with fear of abandonment or fear of love, but sometimes lost romances can be brought back. Sometimes all it takes is a color. Maybe the color gold.

Alexander Lightwood thought he was normal. He has a normal family, a normal school, a normal life. But when his parents decide to move him and his two siblings from Chicago to New York, Alec’s would is turned upside down. Between meeting his somewhat famous soulmate and his parents’ demanding an mysterious job, Alec realizes that his life is far more complicated than he thought.

Notes: AMAZING STORY! This is a soulmates AU but also deals with other topics and right now one of the main plots is starting to reveal itself.

BlindSpot (4/?)  (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: Malec orphanage AU: Magnus has lived there since he’d been nine years old, and now one year before he has to leave the Institute, a new kid comes along. Alec Lightwood hates orphanages, hates foster families. He just wants to be left alone with his anger at the world. Two worlds clash like thunder and lightning and both guys are in for an interesting year.

Notes: This amazing story is written by one of my favorite Tumblr users: @freakypumpkin Also check her other stories in her fanfiction profile, they are awesome! (also check her opinions of the TMI books on her Tumblr, omg <3)

Something Old Something New Something Red (18/?) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: The man with the cat eyes spoke, “Alexander?” Alec froze, all the memories, all the dreams that he’d had with this man came flooding back to him. This was his soulmate, his soulmate that he hasn’t seen in much to long.

Notes: Sometimes confusing and sometimes frustrating when some things happen (I’m not going to say them because spoiler) but is good.

* Learning to Be (26/26) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: When Alec was 13, he stopped speaking for almost a year. Five years later, Alec is forced to deal with the trauma of his past while learning to accept and love himself. Malec, Alec/Jace friendship and Lightwood family dynamics. See warnings inside.

Notes: Deals with dark topics and has a lot of angst. There’s a second part for this story and you can check it on the author’s profile.

The curse of love (18/?) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: While out on a hunt, Alec is cornered by a shapeless demon that seeks to use him to have his revenge against the warlock Magnus Bane. The demon casts a curse making it so that if Alec and Magnus do not vow and prove to love each other forever, the shadowhunter will die, the catch? Alec and Magnus are broken up! loosely based in the song “Sweet curse” by Floor Jansen.

Notes: this curse omg. I’m waiting for the next chapter like crazy because somethings have happened and maybe it’s gonna be over soon.

The heart inside (9/10) (Ao3) 

Summary: “The good thing, it’s that I will get some paid vacations to Los Angeles, and that I am convinced that Alexander Lightwood has a lot to hide. And I will find out every little dirty secret he might have and show it to the world to let them know that their golden boy it’s nothing more than a fake.” I let out and evil laugh. This was going to be fun.

Notes: Interesting story and there’s just one chapter left that the author hasn’t posted and maybe she or he would never post but chapters 8 and 9 wow yay.

* I Won’t Let You Fall (4/?) (Ao3) 

Summary: Alec Lightwood is the most beautiful and talented classically trained ballet dancer at the New York Arts Institute. He’s pressured by everyone in his life to carry the honor of the Lightwood name in the New York performing arts world, he feels trapped in a box. Magnus Bane is the most liked, respected, gorgeous, and innately talented hip-hop freestyle dancer who was accepted to the Institute on scholarship. He puts on the happy face for everyone around him, but inside he is broken and badly scarred by his past. When Alec finds himself wanting to branch out and add free movement to his final senior piece he seeks the help of the one person he’s been secretly drawn to for years. The one person he knows lives very much outside of the box.

Notes: I just read this a few days ago but omg I’m in love with ballet dancer!Alec and I want more!!

* Malec Alphabet Soup (21/26) (Ao3) 

Summary: Twenty six (from A-Z), stand-alone one-shots about Magnus and Alec.

Chapter 1: Anniversary (mpreg)

Chapter 2: Birthday

Chapter 3: Cuddle

Chapter 4: Dork

Chapter 5: Everyday

Chapter 6: Family (part 1 of the Bane-Lightwood Family Series)/(mpreg)

Chapter 7: Goodbye (character death)

Chapter 8: Hand

Chapter 9: Injured (part 2 of the Bane-Lightwood Family Series)

Chapter 10: Jealousy

Chapter 11: Kiss (mpreg)

Chapter 12: Late (part 3 of the Bane-Lightwood Family Series)/(mpreg)

Chapter 13: Mortality

Chapter 14: Neglected (smut)

Chapter 15: Opposite (part 4 of the Bane-Lightwood Family Series)

Chapter 16: Pregnant (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic)/ (mpreg)

Chapter 17: Quality (Time) (part 5 of the Bane-Lightwood Family Series)

Chapter 18: Rape (Aftermath) (mentions of rape)

Chapter 19: Surprise (mpreg)

Chapter 20: Timing (spoiler: Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy)/ (smut)

Chapter 21: Upset (Mpreg)

Notes: I just love this. And the mpregs are amazing if you like mpregs. Chapter 21 is a roller coaster of emotions D:

The Babysitter (28/?) (Fanfiction.net) 

Summary: AU story: Alec Lightwood is a freshman at college looking for a job. Magnus Bane is a single parent looking for a babysitter. Magnus thought it would be simple getting a babysitter, and it was. Though it’s not so easy to keep his hands to himself from this sexy freshman… Age-gap, M-Rate later, kinks, smut and other sexiness.

Notes: This story has a lot of smut! Like A LOT!! I’m serious, and like it says it has age-gap for like 6 years? More or less.

Mortal Embarrassment and Other Flirting Techniques (32/32) (inkitt.com) 

Summary: Magnus is at the top of the social ladder, and Alec is the anti-social new kid. Plus there’s a little issue with Hodge and his serious psychosis. High School AU, all human.

Notes: The story is sweet, obviously has its own plot with climax like the Hodge thing and some stuff Magnus does (also another character that I won’t mention…)

Let me love you (1/1) (Ao3) 

Summary: “What?” Magnus said but was soon surprised of the fact that Alec practically ripped his shirt apart throwing it onto the ground of the warlocks loft.

Notes: one word to describe this? PowerBottom!Alec. Huh… I don’t know if that’s one word but whatever.

I hope you like at least one of them <33 I’ll add more later, I don’t know when but I enjoyed doing this. 

anonymous asked:

kagami, kasamatsu, midorima where their crush gives them chocolate, and their teammates tell them to stop being shy and ask the girl out?

Note: giri-choco means obligatory chocolate that girls give to guys in Japanese Valentine’s Day, honmei-choco means the chocolate given to people they have feelings for (genuine instead of obligatory).

This also feels so typically shoujo manga, I’m sorry.


“What, you haven’t asked her out yet?”

That was Miyaji, bluntly speaking out his mind while autonomously practicing his footwork.

Midorima can hear Takao burst into laughter several feet away from the scene—the dark-haired athlete is lucky that you’re in the perimeter, because if you weren’t, Takao would already have a basketball shot exactly to his head.

Your intentions are simple and straightforward: to give him your homemade chocolates. You might not be confessing yet, since you feel like you haven’t prepared enough, but you’re sure that even someone as dense as Midorima is able to get the message. They are homemade chocolate cookies, after all. A girl doesn’t just give this to any person on Valentine’s Day.

The intricately packaged cookies are held close to your chest when you hear the upperclassman’s words. You feel your heartbeat speeding up exponentially once your brain processes the meaning behind that sentence, which doesn’t take much time: does this mean Midorima intends to confess his feelings to you?

A part of you that hates being disappointed tells you that it might just be a form of teasing, that the boy you’ve pined for so long does not actually return your affections. When you look at him, you bet everything you own that Midorima is going to look more disinterested or annoyed than flustered.

Imagine your surprise when you find him, towering in front of you effortlessly with that height, blushing and melting into a stuttering mess—you catch him saying something along the lines of “senpai, why” but his words are so jumbled and his voice shaky that you almost think you misheard. Midorima covers half of his face with his hand under the pretence of fixing his glasses, when in fact you can clearly see the eyewear pressed so tightly on its correct position.

Hope takes shape as butterflies in your gut, and with whatever voice you are able to muster, you tell him:

“Midorima-kun, I actually l-like you.”

The gym falls into a complete silence.

“I have for quite a while now!” You resume quickly so as to not prolong the awkwardness—you can feel stares pointed at your general direction and you feel your cheeks turning hot red, “so… please accept these?”

Your hands are now outstretched, offering him the packaged cookies.

“They’re… not giri-choco.”

At that, Midorima seems to be getting worse—if only you had the courage to look him in the eye rather than looking down on the gym floor, you would see him look as if he’s on the verge of crying, cheeks flushed red. He covers his face more blatantly now, while the other one shakily accepts your gracious gift. Miyaji, Ootsubo, and Kimura have to take care not to let their jaw drop down to the ground as they watch the scene unfold. As for Takao, he’s visibly shocked like the others, but there’s a glint of happiness in his eyes like he has been waiting for this moment to happen.

“Stupid…” Midorima murmurs, averting his gaze shyly—should he make eye contact with you, he’ll for sure faint from being overwhelmingly joyful at the fact that you actually like him back. “Why confess now?”

The two of you secretly know that if it weren’t for your sudden burst of bravery, it would take another year or more for him to gather the courage to ask you out first.


“Don’t forget to say ‘I like you’, Kagami-kun.”

Kagami’s usual first reaction of Kuroko sneaking up on him would be shock, but this time things are different. In addition to that, his face gradually turns as red as the strands of his hair, and when he slowly turns to you only to find the shocked look on your face, he feels like burying himself six feet deep.


“What? I thought you asked me to help you practice?”

You’re left to your own devices as the two friends banter, Kagami shouting at Kuroko most of the time for ‘not having good timing’ or ‘ruining his chances’, but truth be told, their words are nothing but meaningless noises to you—you are very much surprised at what Kuroko just said, not knowing whether the boy with thin presence means it or not. Taking Kagami’s reaction into consideration, it is likely that Kuroko indeed tells the truth, which means…

At this point you’re the one flushed beyond control, but deciding that it’s now or never—the two of you will undoubtedly be too awkward if you get to meet after this incident—you grab a hold of Kagami’s wrist, tugging him with enough strength as you jog out of the classroom. Kagami lets out a slight yelp from the sudden jerk, and his frustration directed at Kuroko is immediately replaced by anxiety as you lead him to a more secluded staircase, away from prying eyes.

“__________! I swear, it’s not what you—”

“I like you, Kagami-kun.”

His eyes widen, panic slowly diffusing into realization as he tries to comprehend your confession. You like him? The whole school year he’s been sending secret glances and watching you from afar, gradually trying to accept the fact that he’s always a bystander. Now here you are, telling him you like him.

“I… don’t know what that was between you and Kuroko-kun,” you say again, eyes down on the ground as if the tiled floors are the most interesting thing in the world, “but if you don’t like me back, it’s okay. I was—I just felt like it was the right thing to do. Telling you I like you, I mean.” You’re rambling now, and your cheeks are starting to gain color. The wrapped homemade chocolates you have been holding in one hand is starting to get cold, you realize—or is it just your senses being numbed, because of Kagami’s lack of response.

“Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. I-I’m sorry for dragging you all of a sudden…”

Just as you begin your swift escape, Kagami manages to grab your arm. You gasp, unable to release yourself from his strong hold even if you wanted too—you find yourself not wanting to run away, what with him suddenly pressing you against his chest in a tight hug. You can feel his rabbit heartbeat, pumping abnormally fast even as his arms around you tighten. One look to his face will tell you he’s nervous, but hugging you like this feels so right to him he can’t bring himself to let you go despite his apparent embarrassment.

It’s time for him to show you the result of his confession practice.


“Just ask her out already, senpai!”

Kasamatsu’s breath hitches in his throat, the shock causing him to freeze while he’s trying to accept the confectionaries you worked so hard on making. Kise has a knack of pushing his buttons, and Kasamatsu doesn’t know why he didn’t expect this to happen—you, his crush, entered the gym like a freaking angel, wanting to give homemade chocolates to no one other than himself, Kasamatsu Yukio, your upperclassman, and Kise just had to open his stupid mouth.

Under normal circumstances, Kasamatsu would be very, very pissed off at the golden-haired boy, and would undoubtedly resort to kicking Kise repeatedly until he calms down. This time around, he can’t, because look at your face: your mouth shaped into a small “o” (from the surprise, he assumes), your whole body seemingly at a standstill…

He knows he can’t keep his feelings for you a secret anymore, so in the heat of the moment, he encloses a hand around your wrist and walks toward the gym exit, making you follow behind him whether you like it or not.

Your mind is still racing. Kasamatsu is walking in front of you, eerily quiet. What if he’s annoyed of you, that you’ve interrupted practice just for a bag of chocolate cookies? What if he tells you he doesn’t want to see you again? You realize your thoughts seem so far-fetched, and you blame it on your hammering heart and your brain for overthinking every situation possible.

There are not many people around the premises—it’s dusk, and most students are going back home after club activities. You see several couples here and there, holding hands and enjoying each other’s presence more than they usually do, considering that it’s Valentine’s. Somehow you feel a tinge of jealousy tugging at your heartstrings, the want to be one of those people who loves and is loved in return. But you want only his love in return. Kasamatsu stands stone-faced in front of you, gaze focused elsewhere as you try to swallow anticipation like a bitter pill. He looks as if he is about to scold you, and so you brace yourself of what’s to come.

“Listen, __________. I… I like you. A lot.” Kasamatsu’s hardened expression quickly melts into that of embarrassment. “Stupid Kise blew it away already, I guess. I-I’m sorry about that.”

For a second your eyes meet, and like innocent middle-schoolers, both your face and his are flushed pink, and that’s when you’re too shy to continue looking at him. Kasamatsu acts similar, ruffling the hair at the back of his neck as an unintentional reflex to his shyness, but when you stretch your hand out to give him the chocolate again, his attention is all on you.

“Actually, Kasamatsu-senpai, I like you too—I’ve liked you for a while now, um, and these,” you say, placing the bag in his hand, “they’re honmei. For you.”

At that moment, Kasamatsu feels two things he has never felt before: the first being so faint and yet so aware at the same time, and the second feeling so full of happiness he wants to shout it out to the whole world—multiple times, if necessary.

Coming Home

Set after 6x14 – Killian returns and Emma finds him sitting on the steps of the front porch, in front of their house.
Word Count: 824
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Emma could feel her fingers going numb even though she had her gloves on. She didn’t mind – the cold nipping at her made her feel better than she had in the last two days. She hadn’t even driven the bug to the loft, which didn’t help her case. Every time she thought of the loft, she would picture the pitying glances she got from her parents, Regina, and Henry. Instead of it giving her consolation, she felt white, hot anger every time she thought of that. She chose to think about that instead of him. Instead of how it had felt to come back to an empty house – to know he had left; to know he had abandoned her. Which was why, as she hurried towards the house, she stopped short in complete shock. Relief spread through her as she saw him sitting on the porch. He looked up at her and she could see how unsure he was about her reaction.

“Killian,” she barely whispered, not moving. It was as if he was an illusion that would shatter the second she moved towards him.

“Emma,” he responded, standing up, trying to hide the crushing guilt that he felt when she didn’t walk towards him. It was one of those rare times where he wasn’t able to read her emotions behind her expression of shock. He couldn’t tell if she was happy to see him or not. There was a deafening silence before he said, “I’m sorry.”

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