i expect to get dozens of notes when i wake up

catfruits  asked:

Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.


Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.


It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.


“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”


“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

my name is DEADNAME and
i hear it resonate through my dysphoria i recoil from my body i desperately want to hold a match stick up to my birth certificate and watch every letter blacken into ash, when i grow up to be a tombstone i want you to burn me too ignite all the dresses i wore to church

my name is WOMAN and
no matter how many times i insist that it is not i will be categorized with a quaking punch in my stomach and i will throw up SHE no matter how many times i jam this shirt into a washing machine it will reek of MISS i am cloaked with words of caution to the public in attempts to subdue the truth because if it unraveled i would be myself and myself will shatter minds and destroy virtue because my psyche is a crime scene my humanity is a dangerous opinion and my identity is a car crash it is a siren wailing magenta it wraps around my chest like police tape i wish i could use it to flatten my chest those knuckles feel infinitely more therapeutic than the aftershock of FEMALE i would much rather be bruised and downtrodden and battered and beaten from every centimeter of my body than to submit to the declarations of GIRL i want you to punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please

my name is DELUSIONAL and
i heal paper cuts with bow ties because it’s as close as i can get to a suit when me and my wardrobe are confined within the same nine square feet of wooden floor i still come close to weeping when i get my flu shot but you fill that syringe with testosterone and you could slay me like a beast, skewer that needle through my skin like a katana i will embrace it i will live for the torment, handsome hurts and by god i am a masochist

my name is PUSSYBOY and
i drank too much lemonade at the movie theater so i must make a choice whether to get scolded and renamed PERVERT or to get pummeled until i piss myself and i decide to just hold it until i get home, i look in my desk during a geometry lesson and i discover a sticky note that threatens to turn my body into a dozen breaking news articles and yet another hashtag echoing in empty screens

my name is SNOWFLAKE and
i hope i give you hypothermia, asshole.

my name is YOUNG LADY and
while filling out my passport application i flooded the box with an M beside it with ink and never told my mother and i smiled to myself for the first time that week and i still don’t regret it i will never regret it because no matter how many times i hear edicts of DAUGHTER she can never take that precious M away from me

my name is SINNER and
i am a disgrace to faith a mutant a freak an abomination a monstrosity not a man just a girl who aspires to mutilate herself into an good enough excuse for one i am a shapeshifting sorcerer you see subhuman little do you know i am exactly who i say i am and who i say i am is not for you to decide

my name is
i am just one syllable i am a firecracker mistaken for a gunshot and i will leave cisnormativity riddled with bullets and the pistol’s name will be
MATT, some kid from middle school will run into me on the street and tell me i look familiar did i sit next to them in history class? they can’t quite remember what my name is and i’ll shamelessly revise history and “remind” them, it’s
MATT, a lady at starbucks will ask what to write on my cup and i will say
MATT and i mean, i’ll bet you five dollars she’ll spell it with one T instead of two because c’mon you know how starbucks is but i won’t give a shit it’s good enough, i will scream my revelation from atop my fire escape at four in the morning in triumph MY NAME IS
MATT and someone will yell back from their car HEY
MATT, SHUT THE FUCK UP and i’ll take it as a tribute,
MATT is a
MAN and
HE sliced his body open and poured ecstasy inside when a cashier called him
SIR that one time at walgreens
HE is yet another piece of proof that the designation received by some fucker in a lab coat doesn’t have to be a prison and you don’t fully understand these boxes we’re crammed in until you break them yourself
HIS individuality is authentic HIS love is authentic HIS reflection in the mirror is authentic and the name of the
MAN in the mirror is
MATT and
MATT found out that the life expectancy of a transgender person is around thirty-two and you better believe that
MATT will live to be thirty-three and
HE will give a little hope to the kids like him who don’t even think they can fight long enough to wake up to sixteen and
HE will tell everyone who believes his heart has been already beating for too long to GO SUCK A BIG ONE and by god, you better believe that
MATT will live to be thirty-three years old, you better believe that
MATT will make it to thirty-three, you better believe that
HE will make it to thirty-three
you better believe that i will make it to thirty-three

The Devil’s Doughnut

Carson cursed loudly as he pulled off the exit ramp to his work. It was his turn to bring breakfast for the office and he hadn’t remembered until waking up this morning. The dilemma Carson was facing was twofold: he was in direct competition for a promotion at work with Jenny and he feared she may be pulling ahead. Last week, she had brought in homemade quiche, though Carson raised an eyebrow as to the authenticity of the homemade portion of her claims. The quiche tasted suspiciously similar to the ones made at a downtown bistro their boss had previously deemed his favorite restaurant in town. Hack or not, Jenny had been praised throughout the week for her baking skills and now Carson found himself frantically wracking his brain for an immediate solution to office breakfast.

His car slowed as he passed the sign for “Devil’s Doughnuts” and after lingering long enough that a car behind him honked, Carson pulled into the parking lot.  His boss had been on a health craze lately. Though probably laying the foundation for a Human Resources nightmare, Carson’s boss had been chiding employees who were seen eating unhealthier options for their lunch. Carson had the benefit of a fast metabolism and a general apathy towards food. Eating was something that merely fueled his body from Point A to Point B. His slim frame was testament to that. Once Carson took note of his boss’ behavior towards the chips and burger crowd, he made a show of producing salads and crudités for lunch.  Earning a pat on the back and praising of his general trimness, Carson felt his chances of a promotion grow exponentially.

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RFA + V/Saeran realize it’s MC’s birthday

Hey all! It’s my birthday today, so I figured now’s as good a time as any to post birthday headcanons. Since I just moved to a new area and know very few people here, I went with more of a “Oh, it’s your birthday???’ vibe rather than (most of them) having known when MC’s birthday is all along.

Requests are open.~


  • you had surprised him at rehearsal with some lunch just bc you wanted to see him on your birthday
  • your phone was blowing up w/ messages from your family
  • he didn’t mean to look, but he glanced and saw a “Happy Birthday!” text
  • s h o c k e d why didn’t you tell him??
  • soon as you left, he was calling Seven
    • “Of course I knew!”
    • “Why didn’t you tell me???”
    • “Figured she’d tell people if she wanted them to know…”
  • welp he was supposed to be rehearsing all day but he wasn’t about to spend all day w/o you
  • so he told his director who totally understood and then left
  • showed up with a dozen roses
    • “Happy Birthday, my princess.”
    • “How did you–”
    • “I saw your phone - I’m sorry. But you deserve to be spoiled today.”
  • spent the rest of the day doing just that


  • bright and early, Seven was calling him
  • he figured this boy needs all the help he can get
    • “Today is what?!” omg what is he going to do he’s got nothing planned!
  • spent all morning shopping - flowers, groceries, he has everything put away before you’d even had your usual morning call
  • when you did call, he hoped you’d mention your birthday but you didn’t
  • he invited you over and you happily agreed
  • you were totally shocked when you arrived and his apartment was decorated for your birthday
  • and something smelled wonderful
  • greeted you at the door w/ a kiss and flowers
    • “Happy Birthday, MC~!”
  • he cooked two of your favorite meals for lunch and dinner and you spent all day cuddling and watching romance movies


  • she had asked you a while ago because she kept all the files of RFA members up-to-date
  • she’d made a note on her calendar and had it remind her a week in advance there’s no catching her off guard
  • but you hadn’t mentioned it since? to her or any of the members?
  • you forgot she knew tbqh
  • she assumed this meant you didn’t want a huge fuss but she wanted to do something
  • she ended up making a small cake for you the day before to wake up to the next morning
  • and she turned off your alarm she had worked through enough birthdays and you deserved the day off
  • closed the bakery early to spend more time with you
  • you couldn’t believe she remembered! you didn’t think you could love her any more but you were wrong
  • spent the rest of the day cuddling under blankets watching whatever you wanted to watch Zen’s musicals were definitely part of it tho


  • you had pointedly not told him bc you knew it would be over the top and you felt guilty
  • the boy already buys you basically anything you show the slightest interest in
  • you breathed in the direction of a designer toilet seat once and it took like three hours to convince him it wasn’t a hint that you wanted it does anyone need something like that jfc
  • but he found out on the day of, when you got a call from your parents singing Happy Birthday to you
  • you were embarrassed
    • “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it…”
  • too late, he had already picked up his phone
    • “Jaehee, cancel all my plans for the day. It is MC’s birthday.”
  • bc it’s Jaehee, she foresaw this outcome and had not scheduled him anything today anyway
  • he made you strawberry pancakes and served them to you in bed
  • had the chef make your favorite meals the rest of the day
  • bc he couldn’t resist, he bought you a new dress and jewelry to match but otherwise did a good job respecting that you didn’t want it to be a spectacle


  • he knew of course, he’d known since day one
  • but you didn’t know he knew
  • which means his surprise party would be extra surprising he only hoped you liked that kind of thing
  • sent you on a scavenger hunt while he got everything ready, your party was totally space-themed
  • by then, you realized he knew
  • but you thought the scavenger hunt was it
  • so when it led you to his house, you were just expecting him with a goofy grin and honey buddha chips or something
  • then the door sang Happy Birthday to you which you loved
  • when you came in and all of RFA yelled “Surprise!” you almost cried
    • “I didn’t want anyone to feel like I was expecting anything so I didn’t tell anyone…thank you so much.” you felt so special
  • lots and lots of kisses and cuddles and making everyone tell you two to get a room


  • you were cooking lunch when you finally said something out of necessity
    • “Oh, my parents are insisting on taking me out to dinner for my birthday tonight…I’d love it if you came, too.”
  • you heard him set his pipe on the table and you turned around
  • he was silent for a moment
    • “…It’s your birthday?”
  • he looks hurt oh no this is not what you wanted
  • you had started to ramble, wanting him to understand
    • “Oh, I didn’t tell anyone! It’s honestly…just another day for me. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
  • he made his way to the kitchen and placed a kiss on your cheek
  • felt around for your hands and laced his fingers through them
    • “Of course I’ll go to dinner with you. But can I make the day at least a little special for you?”
  • how can you say no to that
  • so you two dressed up and took lots of pictures together and he takes lots of you
  • they turned out amazing even with his limited vision


  • woke up w/ a groan and Saeyoung standing over him
    • “So what are you gonna do for MC for her birthday?”
  • what
  • was he supposed to know it was your birthday?
  • is that a thing he’s supposed to do? shit
  • deadpan stare, Saeyoung was almost sure he was gonna get punched
    • “…got any ideas?”
    • “Oh! Oh! Tons!”
  • he turned them all down
  • in the end he went with something pretty simple
  • surprised you with ice cream and your favorite cookies
  • and promised to do whatever you wanted all day pls don’t abuse it
  • you were super touched and looked at him with surprise
    • “But…how did you know? I didn’t tell anyone.”
  • you both ended up glaring at a snickering Saeyoung
  • while you were both secretly grateful bc it was a really nice day 
Caramel Macchiato

Thank you so much for your love of The Project!

Sorry for the wait! The first draft of this ended up not being the greatest so I rewrote it which took a while. Anywho! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3959

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable do not read.

Description: Your best friend, Yoongi, tells you one day that he is interested in a girl who started working at BigHit recently. Being the selfless friend you are, you set aside your feelings and help Yoongi out with his newfound feelings. 

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“Yoongi! Hurry up!” you called from your blanket huddle on the couch. You had been watching a movie together, but Yoongi had left to make more popcorn. You had won rock paper scissors, leaving you with the luxury of staying in your warm pile while you waited for snacks to appear before you.

“Do you expect the popcorn to be done in under a minute? Practice some patience, woman,” Yoongi called back. You groaned, feeling your stomach begin growling. Movie marathons with Yoongi were so long that oftentimes the lazy pair of you would forget to eat.

You zoned out as you stared at the paused TV, your stomach occasionally growling. Suddenly the buttery scent of popcorn filled the room, prompting you to turn your head towards the dark haired boy carrying the popcorn bowl.

“Took you long enough!” you said while shoving your hand greedily into the bowl before your best friend had even sat back down. He gently smacked your hand away, making some yellow, buttery pieces of goodness fall to the floor.

“You are cleaning my floor mister,” you demanded as Yoongi settled down next to you. He groaned, setting the bowl next to him with an amused smirk. You chuckled and reached for the remote to resume the movie you were watching.

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anonymous asked:

Hey dear nice Works...!!!!! Please Do a RFA (V+Saeran) Celebrating Birthday of MC how will they celebrate Mc's Birthday and what will they Do to make it special??

A/N: I’d invite them all to my birthday party hell yeah it’d be greAT ~Admin 404
I love them all *sobs* ~ Admin 626

-HE’S SUCH A LITTLE KID AT HEART (and i mean in general come on now)
-Goes FULL. OUT. Does not take it lightly at all
-Sets up a day with your friends so you’re out of the house and busy
-And he decorates the house completely!! Streamers, balloons, he even has homemade party hats for the two of you
-He isn’t a master baker or anything but he attempted at making a box cake for you!!! He decorated it with so many colourful sprinkles!
-Remember how he gets a discount from the pizza place? He bought like three larges and the two of you were eating it for DAYS
-He either has homemade presents for you, or he’s saved up a lot to splurge on pre-ordering that new video game you’ve been eyeing for months
-The two of you watch all the movies!! Whatever movie you wanna watch, he’ll sit through. Scary ones? He might cry but he’ll DO IT FOR YOU!!!!

-More of a classy approach to birthdays
-He did attempt to put a party hat on Elizabeth though MC SHE’S ADORABLE LOOK, HURRY, BEFORE SHE TAKES IT OFF
-But he always makes sure to give you one super special one. Whether it’s a piece of jewelry he had custom made because it reminded him of you, or it’s something you’ve had your eye on for a while, you’ve got it
-He’s also super extra, like y’all know how wedding cakes are super big and beautiful and usually really intricate? Yeah so is your birthday cake. EVERY YEAR. but i mean are you really complaining?? It’s cAKE
-Takes you to the fanciest restaurant for dinner, and the two of you dress up for it
-(Yes, MC, you’re wearing the new dress/suit he got you)
-He’ll also try taking you to new and exotic places as a day trip to see all the sights and watch the gleam in your eyes as you learn the history of the place
-Always has the best wine, but on your birthday he pulls out the rare ones, just for you! (Or if you don’t do wine, he finds the best of whatever you like to drink)
-Not to mention you wake up with like 14 dozen rose bouquets strung around the house that morning, all holding a little note card expressing his love for you because he can be cute too, mc

-We all know he’d wake you up by jumping on the bed and blowing that stupid little party blower in your ear until you chase him out of the room
-But chasing him is worth it because when you get to the living room there are so many loose balloons that you can’t see the floor
-Same goes with the ceiling, completely covered in balloons
-Saeran’s just sitting in a chair, in a party hat, looking completely uninterested, but still plays the party blower when you walk in. Saeyoung tries to hide behind him to avoid your wrath you arent a morning person, are you mc?
-The two of you spend a good while just throwing the loose balloons at each other over Saeran’s head who was not impressed, might i add
-Did you know you can get custom images printed onto your cakes? Because he made a collage of the STUPIDEST pictures he has of you and had it put on top
-Anything you want, he’ll get you. Just name it. You want a pet elephant? He’ll dO IT DON’T DOUBT HIM MC
-He’d probably take you out for a drive, too. You could feel the fresh air and just talk about anything and everything. It’s just really relaxing and he wants you to have a stress-free time

-What’s the point of celebrating another year of life in this shitty world now is NOT THE TIME MR. EDGELORD
-But for you…he could manage it
-He doesn’t go very hard at it though because he doesn’t see the real point
-He’ll get a small gift for you- something he saw and immediately thought of you
-He does get a small cake for you, but a freaking tub of ice cream
-Cuddles cuddles cuddles! He doesn’t hide his affection today! It’s all about you, he’ll put his insecurities away for a while
-He’ll moan and groan at the stupid Disney movies you put in, but suffer through them because the fact that you sing along is the CUTEST thing he’s ever seen are you sure it isn’t his birthday
-CUTIE ALERT: he cooks your favourite meal for you! He might have spent a few days trying to find the perfect way to make it, but HE MAKES IT
-He’s also spent all day pushing Saeyoung out of the room because he’s not about to let him ruin your relaxing birthday by bringing in some stupid little party games hes also smacked a party blower into the back of his throat at one point and you felt TERRIBLE but you couldnt help but laugh???

- you know his hoe ass is gonna try to go all out for you
- like he knows you you prefer lowkey but???
- the world needs to know his love for you
- but after the RFA members managed to talk him down from performing a flash mob, he realized he should respect your wishes
- so he struggles and struggles to come up with something that has a bit of flare but is still something you’d want
- and then he remember you one time mentioning you’d never really been on a trampoline before???
- on your birthday (exactly at midnight), he sings “happy birthday” and then hands you a cupcake up with a candle on it <3
- he had you fooled, you thought this was gonna be it for your birthday
- boy buddy ur in for a treat!
- when you wake up he immediately blindfolds
- you’re just like *sigh* “well at least he didn’t jump out of the cake this year”
- omfg when he takes off the blindfold though, you find yourself at a trampoline park??? And he invited your friends (including the RFA ofc) and family!!!
- He roped Jumin into getting the place to rent out the entire area to then!
- Zen didn’t think you’d love it this much but oh my god he’s so happy because you look so happy!!!
- and he finds that you and Saeyoung both love to push into the pit with all the foam cubes anD YOU TWO START TAG TEAMING
- maybe this was a bad idea after all
- but hearing your laugh was all he needed <3
- after that, you all head to a dessert place and you spend the rest of your birthday talking and laughing with the people most important to you with the love of your life right by your side <3

- you only really expected dinner at a restaurant and maybe cake because that’s just how you and jaehee are
- other people might think it’s underwhelming but honestly, what’s better than snuggling up to your s/o and feeling warm and cuddley on your birthday???
- but you’re surprised when you come home to a note that directs you to Seven’s house?
- and when you get there, there’s another note attached to a nerf gun
- “Happy Birthday, MC! The game starts as soon as you enter the house, every man for himself ~ Jaehee”
- it is all out WAR when you enter
- Zen is playing a defensive strategy, he may have shitty aim but hE CAN DODGE ANYTHING WITH HIS DANCER GRACE
- Jumin is already out, he lasted like three seconds he’s disappointed because he thought he’d win with his cat like reflexes
- Yoosung’s out too, he lasted much longer than Jumin but Saeyoung managed to trick him into thinking they were team and then Saeyoung shOT HIM EXECUTION STYLE
- Saeran is lowkey bitter; he steals V’s portion of birthday cake
- eventually it’s just down to you, Jaehee, and Saeyoung,,,
- you run out in front of him and when he’s distracted by you, Jaehee shoots him!
- you laugh so hard when you see the look on his face bc he wasn’t expecting you to sacrifice yourself
- and then you give ya hot gf a kiss because hello, she’s a winner, she deserves all the kisses
- after that, you all head down to Saeyoung’s entertainment room and watch your favorite movies and eat cake <3
- everyone slowly falls asleep, and you’re cuddled up to jaehee and wondering what you did to get someone as amazing her in your life <3

- honestly he’s such a hipster, he throws a birthday for u every year and it always has a theme???
- who does that smh
- this year???
- murder mYSTERY TRAIN THEME OMMMGG (A/N: 626 doesn’t know what she’s doing here, it’s probably all gonna be wrong)
- V gets you a beautiful evening gown and hE MATCHES U  
- he makes sure the gang is ready too, there’s no way theyre gonna ruin it for u (we’re looking at u saran wrap, das right i’m calling u out)
- he takes sooo many pictures, you guys have to confiscate his camera cause hE WON’T STOP
- when you guys get there, it’s sooo much more interactive than you thought it was gonna be???
- you actually can’t tell who’s an actor and who isn’t?? They’re that good
- you all have your own theories about who did it
- V think it was her husband because hello, it’s always someone the victim knew
- Jumin agrees but he’s also suspicious of the daughter
- Yoosung doesn’t know what to think he’s still traumatized from seeing a dead lady even if it was fake
- Surprisingly only Zen got it right???
- but he graciously gave you and V the prize since it a weekend getaway <3
- Pretty sure V threatened him but whatever
- After, you guys head back to yours and V’s place for cake and chilling <3
- you guys end up on the floor in one weird big cuddled mess but it’s so warm (saran wrap says he hates u guys but he’s a little close to Zen so) (okay in 626’s world the RFA is a bunch of cuddlers youguyscantstopme)
- u eventually get up tho and drag V to ur bedroom bc you wanna cuddle with him <3 (and you ignore Saeyoung wolf whistling in the background)

anonymous asked:

Sorry if you've already done this but 12??

12. Just waking up

When Nico sometimes in the past thought about relationships and the possibility of some day waking up next to another person, he always imagined himself to be held. Even in his first daydreams, when he still made himself to think about girls because that was expected of him. He just couldn’t see himself being the one protecting someone in his sleep, having that sort of instinct to hold someone close and not let anything happen to them. When he gave up and let himself imagine guys, it mostly just established the picture.

Nico never thought he’d have it. He’d never thought he’d have someone wrap their arms around him and pull him as close as they could. Feel someone’s heartbeat against the shell of his ear when he rests a head on their chest. Learn how it feels like to have someone run their fingers through his hair. Nico didn’t think he’d ever get that, that he’d be deserving any of it, ever.

In a way, he doesn’t get that. Not all the time, anyway. Because just like in everything else, Will Solace is nothing like he’d expect.

Most mornings Nico wakes up to a strand of hair in his mouth and a leg between his thighs, a set of toes going slowly up and down his calf. Will is rarely asleep, but he’s always clinging to Nico, a hand up his back under his shirt and burying his face to the crook of Nico’s neck. Usually Will notices quickly that Nico is awake, and starts nuzzling to his neck, knowing that his morning stubble scratches annoyingly to Nico’s neck.

The first few times gave Nico a shock. Not just because he was actually holding someone instead it being the other way around, but also because it feels right. It really feels right to hold Will in his arms, even if Will is quite a bit taller than him, and broader, and has longer limbs. It feels good to know that even in his sleep, Will has been seeking for his body (for warmth, for comfort, for something else, Nico doesn’t know) and Nico has been able to provide. It sends a strange kind of thrill down his spine.

There are, of course, mornings when Nico is the one being cuddled close to Will’s chest, shielded from the rest of the world and protected from inner demons. But this, Will’s head on Nico’s chest and hair on Nico’s face, this is the norm.

“Good morning, sleepy head”, Will says and presses a kiss to Nico’s clavicle, and Nico swears he can hear the smile in his voice.

Nico grumples and adjusts so that he won’t swallow any of Will’s hair when he speaks. “Morning.” His grumpy morning attitude seems to amuse Will still, after years of waking up together, and Nico feels Will’s silent laughter all over his body. “You’re too awake.”

“Hmm, and you’re too asleep.” Will punctuates each word with a kiss somewhere on Nico’s skin, leading up his neck towards his face. “I’ve been waiting forever and ever and ever and you just kept on snoring.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You do.” Will has finally reached the point where he can prop himself on one elbow and hover over Nico, their faces so close that Nico can count each freckle, each eye lash, each shade of blue in Will’s eyes. “It’s cute.”

Will kisses his lips, then, and Nico closes his eyes again to lose himself in it. In the way Will cups his jaw with one hand and keeps the other down under his shirt. In the way Will presses his body close to his, so close it’s almost uncomfortable, tangling their legs into a mess with the sheets. In the way Will doesn’t seem to mind even a little bit when Nico’s arms circle around his waist and pull him even closer.

“You have terrible morning breath”, Nico tells Will, like he does every morning, and feels Will smile against his lips without looking.

“You’re one to talk.” A few more kisses (or possibly a few dozen), and Will lays his head back down on Nico’s shoulder, nosing the pulse point.

“You also need to shave.”

Nico can feel a huff of air on his neck when Will merely laughs at the rude note. “In a minute. I’m too busy procrastinating.”

And Nico lets him. 

(thanks for the prompts, guys!)


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Pairing: Jungkook/reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1K

Summary: He fell in love with you over and over again, day after day, in every way he ever knew he could.

Author’s note: Okay, but like LANY is too good. Anywho, quick little blurb and such. I’m almost at 100 follower, ain’t that cool? What should I do when I reach 100? Let me know in my request box!

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Dream or Reality?

Summary: Dean needs a ride after another late night of drinking, but you’ve had enough. Until he lets a secret slip. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1k it’s a shorty

Warnings: Angst? Swearing (I love the F word and I’m not sorry)

Authors Note: This is complete trash I know but I needed to get something out. Happy to continue to a part two if ya’ll want it. If you want to be tagged in future writings just let me know! xoxo

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Dean.”

Rolling over to search the bedside table you check the clock to see its 3 in the morning. You’re not surprised seeing that this has been the same ritual for the last four years. Ever since you decided to spend the rest of your days with the Winchester boys, Dean has leaned on you. You didn’t mind, he was the love of your life, although he would never know that. But every night that you had off from a hunt or impending apocalypse Dean would find himself calling your phone from some dive bar at the edge of town, and it was getting a little annoying.

“Hello?” You sigh, already grabbing your jeans and shirt from off of the floor.

“Y/n iss time to blow!” He sings out, you can hear the smile on his face. His stupid, beautiful, incredibly aggravating face.

“Dean do you mean its time to go or are you finally accepting your sexual attraction to Castiel?” You laugh to yourself, making your way to the bunkers front door. Bugging him and the angel about being madly in love with each other was always one of your favorite things to do.

“I told you once and I’ll tell you again, I don’t want to blow him!” Suddenly sounding a little more sober on the other side of the phone. You grin to yourself, knowing you touched a nerve.

“Yeah yeah whatever you say assface. I’m on my way now.”

You made it to the bar in record time, beating your previous seven minute personal best. Pulling up front you saw him immediately and you could feel your heart beat gaining speed. He looked like a dream, an absolute dream. He was leaning on the side of the building, looking up at the stars. He was wearing the leather jacket you got him for Christmas last year that fitted him perfectly and that pair of jeans that hugged all of the right areas. You wanted nothing more than to hold him, caress him, show him how much you loved him.

“Y/N?” Dean says giving you a questioning look. You didn’t even notice him walking up to the car. too busy stuck in your dream.

“So how was it? Couldn’t convince anyone to come home with you tonight?” You huff, already headed back to the bunker. The more you thought about Dean using you, leaning on you, leading you on every chance he got, was starting to make you angry. I mean you would do anything for this man. You would give everything for him. You would die for him if it ever came to that, which it almost had more times than you could count on one hand.

“Heh am I sensing some jealousy?”  He manages out with a huge ass grin plastered on his face. Knuckles growing white from your grip on the steering wheel you yank the wheel to the right and pull off to the side of the road.

“You know what Dean? You can get out and fucking walk. I’m tired of being woken up at all hours of the night just to come pick your drunk ass up and get nothing but shit in return. I’m not saying I like you and I’m definitely not saying I’m jealous of the dozens of different girls you’ve fucked in the past. I’m just saying you can expect me to be there 24/7 to save you.” You’ve never ever exploded on anyone the way you just had on Dean. But it needed to be done. He needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t right.

“Shhh calm down Y/n. You know I love you now shut up and drive before I throw up in Baby and never let you drive her again.” He says as he closes his eyes, slumping against the window, immediately passing out.

“Dean don’t fucking tell me to shu- wait what did you just say? Dean?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Did he just say he was in love with you or was that just your imagination? Maybe Gabe was fucking with you again or maybe you were still asleep. Neither seemed very possible but there had to be an explanation. You didn’t know if you needed to scream or puke but you decided that you needed to get Dean home safely and figure out what in the hell just happened in the morning when he was sober and you were sure you weren’t dreaming.

Getting out of the car you rush to the other side internally debating wether or not to wake the sleeping hunter. You instantly felt bad for yelling at him, he didn’t deserve that. He looked so peaceful and happy in his sleep, you didn’t want to ruin that by waking him up. But you couldn’t carry him and you didn’t want to risk him puking all over the inside of his prized possession so you open the door and held his sleeping form so he wouldn’t fall out of the car.

“Psst Dean we’re home it’s time to wake up.” You whisper in his ear, taking the chance to lightly touch the side of his face, rousing him awake.

“Mmmm Y/n you’re so beautiful.. How did Chuck make something so beautiful?” Dean slurs out, slowly making his way out of the car he leans on you either too drunk or too tired to make it by himself. But you didn’t mind.

“I dunno Dean why don’t you ask him next time you see him?” You laugh knowing his words are probably empty, the liquor taking over. “Now lets get you to bed okay?”

You make it to his room five minutes and two falls later. You tuck him into his blanket and leave a glass of water and two aspirin on the table, knowing he’ll appreciate it in the morning.

You stand in his doorway for a minute, taking in his soft features and small snores coming from his sleeping vessel.

You don’t sleep that night, too many thoughts running through your head. Dean could never be in love with someone like you. Your beauty lacking and your personality boring. You knew you were no where near being good enough for someone like Dean. He was the most beautiful human being to ever be created, inside and out. He was kind, and good hearted, and sure he had his demons but they didn’t define him. You knew he hated himself, but you cherished him. He was a dream, he was your whole universe. But he never said he was in love with you, who said he loved you. Loving someone and being in love with someone are two very different things.

If only you had known that you were his sun, his moon, and all of his stars.

I Need Your Help-- Part Three

Word Count: 4800

Summary: your sister is getting married in two weeks, and your mother demands that you bring a date. Who better than broadway star, Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Notes: thanks SO much to @timesarehardfornewsies for proofreading and making sure this didn’t suck. ❤️

Tags: @secretschuylersister @anthonyramosobc @withthatbitch @imwritingmywayout @tinyturrtle @chloehamiltonn

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, self esteem issues, a terrible mom

“Lin, wake up,” you shook him lightly, and his eyes fluttered open. Goddammit, his eyes are pretty. “Do you realize what we did?” His eyes widened a little bit, and a startling presence of mind seemed to grab him full force.

“Oh shit,” he sat up, beginning to scramble around the room to find his clothes. You followed suit, pulling on a pair of underwear and a shirt.

You turned around, running square into an extremely shirtless Lin. You’d seen him shirtless countless of times–you practically lived in his dressing room, it was bound to happen–but you’d never been pressed against him like this. He smelled good, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but it was good nonetheless. He had a mole on his side, why it took you a year in Broadway with him to notice, you had no clue. You were so in love with him that it was stupid.

“We should probably– um– get dressed,” Lin said, rubbing the back of his neck after taking a step away from you.

“Good idea.” You took several steps backwards, and grabbed a pair of jeans from your duffel bag. “Mom and Kalena are expecting us for breakfast, anyway.”

“Wait, they are?” He asked, the colour draining out of his cheeks. Why was he so bothered at the news?  

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” you said, waving your hand. “Mom’ll probably just make comments on how much I’m eating, but nothing worse than that… in case you wanted to know.”

Lin said nothing in reply, choosing to remain silent.

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All the While, Part 6

Sirius had been pretty down. Despite the boys being around, he missed you and was pretty much a wet blanket on any hijinks suggested by the boys. Remus and Peter went home for Christmas and a few days after to return for the New Year’s party James traditionally threw.

Christmas morning had been a pleasant surprise as you had given James a gift to put in Sirius’ room so that he would find it when he woke up.

James felt ridiculous sneaking into Sirius’ room after he was asleep. He really wished the two of you would get together. It would make his life so much easier.

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Valentine (Rafe Adler Headcanons)

Requested by Anon.

A/N: So as today is Valentine’s Day, and I go a request for a Valentine’s Day fic with Rafe, I thought I might write some headcanons for you guys. To all you couples out there, I hope you’re having a good time but for the rest of us who are having a regular day I hope you are doing well too. I hope you will enjoy these headcanons, and feedback is always welcome.

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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (2/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

Almost 3 months after posting the first part of this story, I’m finally here to finish it off. Believe me when I say I wasn’t planning to take so long, but a rough semester of school kept me from doing as much work on this as I wanted to. I didn’t think I’d be posting this today since this morning it wasn’t even finished, but somehow or another my heartbreak over Jen announcing her exit from OUAT caused me to throw myself into this. (I’ll be completely honest, the only time I haven’t been bawling my eyes out today is while I’ve been writing.) Also, a big thank you to everyone who have read and reviewed this story so far. You honestly don’t know how much the kind messages and reviews have meant to me over the past few months. I hope you enjoy the final part of this two shot as much as I enjoyed creating it. <3  

Part 1 | Rated T | Word count: 9,529 |Also on AO3 and FF.net

You could blame it on Neal, on her wavering self-esteem, or on a number of different things she’d been forced to deal with during her nearly twenty-eight years of life so far. Either way, Emma found it nearly impossible to believe that Killian could somehow be in love with her.

If anything, he probably viewed her as the sister he never had. And she’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know how situations like hers typically ended: awkwardly. It was just best all around if she kept all of this hidden, and hoped she would be able to act somewhat normally around Killian when he came back from the West Coast. (This causes her to wonder, not for the first time, if he’ll even be back for long at all once the tour is over with. It’s not likely that he’ll want to stay in Boston and work at the bar again when he’s guaranteed to have dozens of opportunities thrust at him.)

Their next Skype call takes place two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon (morning for him) when he’s in San Francisco, taking advantage of the wi-fi at a cafe near his hotel. Emma tells him he looks like something out of a movie, the outline of the Golden Gate Bridge even visible from a distance behind him. “I feel like you should be writing me a love letter or something with dramatic music playing in the background,” she tells him while she finishes off her second plate of pancakes. She quickly regrets the “love letter” part, and hopes he doesn’t read too much into those particular words.  

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(Requested by Anon)

Bella looked between Edward and Alice, panic obvious in her eyes. “What do you mean they’re coming for a surprise visit? They can’t do that! Not right now! Y/N is upstairs sleeping!” She hissed quickly.

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Person A is a Functioning Adult ™ and Person B has been living off coffee and fruit snacks for three days straight.

Bones is a goddamn mess.

Jim had thought he was the one of the two of them most likely to have a breakdown during exam week, or at least to be the one who forgets to eat or sleep while frantically studying at all hours. But apparently not. Apparently, somewhere in the last six to eight months, he’s become an actual official Functioning Adult™. While Bones has, like, regressed to his undergrad days. Or something. 

At first, he finds it funny. Bones is cantankerous on the best of days, always ready with a complaint about any and all subjects, given in his own cheerful yet still very grumpy rumbles that never fail to bring a smile to Jim’s lips. During the run-up to finals week his cantankerousness ratchets up to truly epic proportions and Jim enjoys himself prompting the rants with careless comments, or standing back and watching as some poor cadet gets the full force of Bones ire directed at them. 

It’s amusing right up until he realises Bones is actually freaking the fuck out. 

It takes him way too long to figure it out. Really, he’s only known the guy for eight months, and he’s never seen him in the run-up to final’s week before, so it’s not like he knew what to expect. But there it is, Bones is freaking out and might be on his way to a full-blown nervous breakdown.  

He figures it out when he steps into their shared dorm room after a study session with some of the other Command Track cadets and finds Bones slumped over his desk, surrounded by actual textbooks, PADDS, real paper note-books covered in his indecipherable handwriting and short-hand, at least half a dozen take-out styrofoam and cardboard coffee cups, and what looks like an entire survival pack’s worth of protein bar wrappers. 

Jim quietly closes the door behind him while staring at his best friend’s slumped form. He’s snoring lightly, his head literally resting on the desk, one arm wrapped protectively around it, the other lying across the desk, his hand resting on one of the PADDs. His hair is standing on end, tufts lying in every direction like he’s been tugging on it and running his hands through it all day. 

“Crap,” he mutters to himself. He has a feeling he knows why Bones is freaking out - something something divorce, something something last chance, something something can’t fuck this up - and he’s abruptly annoyed with himself for not noticing what was going on earlier. 

Taking a breath, he decides to stop being an idiot and actually help bones out. To start with, he gently prompts Bones into waking up just enough to get him into his actual bed so he can sleep properly - Bones had given him such a bleary, confused apology, coupled with an expression of mingled misery and gratitude, that Jim had been unable to stop himself from actually tucking Bones in and petting his hair until he drifted back off again. 

Once Bones is asleep again he cleans away all the cups and wrappers, tidies up the textbooks, note-books and PADDs and then sits at his own desk to figure out what to do next. 

Operation ‘Keep Bones Alive’ starts the next morning. 

He gets up half an hour earlier than usual and makes sure Bones has a fresh steaming cup of coffee waiting for him when he wakes up. When Bones is in the shower, he makes him a real breakfast filled with protein and slow-release carbs to keep him running and even makes him sit down to eat it. Bones gives him a look like he’s some sort of pod-person, but Jim shrugs it off and eats his own breakfast with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction as Bones gives in and eats without further complaint. 

Before they both go their separate ways for study seminars, he presses a lunch bag into Bones’ hands. He gets a ‘what the fuck, kid’ for his troubles, but simply grins and tells Bones to actually eat his fucking lunch today. 

In their shared room, he makes sure to push both fresh coffee and bowls of pre-sliced fruit, nuts, the occasional bit of chocolate within Bones absent reaching distance while he studies. Bones doesn’t really notice until the time he picks up half a turkey sandwich, bites into it and then pauses, brow furrowing in confusion in such a way that Jim is forced to clamp his lips together to stop himself laughing. 

Jim simply gives him a blank look from his own desk when Bones glares at him. Bones keeps eating it though, so Jim considers it all a win as he eats his own sandwich. 

The bags under Bones eyes don’t go away, nor does his nervous energy or his constant scowl, but he doesn’t explode at anyone anymore and his cheeks aren’t quite so hollow. He actually goes to bed instead of falling asleep at his desk. 

All the while, Jim plies Bones with questions from his study texts at random moments, and Bones replies completely without thought. After a couple days, Bones realises what Jim has been doing and that he’s been getting every single answer correct, and that’s when he finally stops giving Jim his pod-person stare and smiles at him instead. 

Jim keeps it up all the way through final’s week itself. 

He’s pretty sure he’s aced all his own exams, including the Xenobiology 101 he took purely because he wanted to at least partially understand what the hell Bones was always grumbling about - and his plying Bones with questions during operation Keep Bones Alive really helped there, by the way, he’s totally going to use the same tactic next year. 

When he gets back to their room after his final exam - Tactics and Diplomacy re: Hostile Species - he steps into the tiny kitchenette and finds Bones sitting at the table waiting for him. He’s got two glasses and his best bourbon out. 

“Bones? What’s this?” He toes his shoes off in the nook behind the door and drops his bag on them before taking a seat at the table. Bones pours them both a finger of bourbon each and smiles at him as he hands Jim his glass. 

“I just wanted to say thanks, Jim. I’ve been a real piece of work the past few weeks and you - well, you didn’t need to do what you did, but. Well, thank you.” He lifts his glass in a salute and takes a sip. 

Jim grins and takes a sip, “One of us has to be the adult in this relationship, and Bones, I am shocked, shocked I say, that it turns out it’s me.” 

Bones snorts and rolls his eyes, “No more bourbon for you, you absolute child.” 

Jim laughs but Bones is still smiling at him, so he shrugs, “I just wanted to keep you healthy enough to remember you got this, right? I mean, I think I understand what was wrong? I just wanted to let you know you can do this. And hey, look, you did it.” 

Bones smiles at him again, “Yeah I did. Turned out to be a cake-walk.” He pauses, takes another sip of his bourbon, “I should be better about it all next year.” 

“Great!” Jim downs his bourbon, coughs a little, then pushes to his feet. “Now it’s all over, I am going the fuck to sleep for the next three days.” He ruffles Bones hair as he passes him and gets a spluttered curse in return.

reyskywalkerakatherealmvp  asked:

hey!!! slightly odd request but do you have any cutesy fluffy Halloween headcanons for joyfire (especially kory) or just jayroy??? if so, I'd love to hear them 😊😊😊🍂🍂🍁🍁👻👻

*rubs me gay hands together* i gotchu raye

·first things first, halloween in gotham? terrifying. cant tell the drunk college kids in costume from the murderous wack jobs.
·jason decides to spend halloween in gotham because it’s open season on creeps in knock off joker costumes trying to mess with kids’ fun and bruce absolutely cannot stop him

·ofc kory and roy decide to join him- they wanna help. roy never really had much chance to enjoy halloween festivites and both he and kory wanna watch out for the kiddos and make sure they have a good time

·so they patrol gotham for a little while (managing to send a dozen or so would-be-murderers-and-kidnappers in the gcpd’s direction) before deciding to turn in for the night, maybe entertain some trick-or-treaters which roy is NOT enthusiastic about because that means sharing the candy. he deserves candy too.

·they end up breaking into staying in dick’s apartment in gotham for the night since he’s off dragging the younger batkids around the less-hostile parts of the city for halloween fun

·kory manages to convince roy to share the candy they bought with the trick-or-treaters

·"roy you cannot possibly need this much sugar??“,“i dont necessarily NEED it but i WANT it???!?”,“don’t be a killjoy.”

·jason compulsively ends up cleaning dick’s apartment because jesus christ this man is a mess and discovers his closet of disguises for undercover missions

·which of course leads to all three of them getting dressed up in costume.

·roy calls dressing as james bond. “-you guys can be my bond girls-”,“not fucking likely!!”,“but jay-baby you’d look good in a dress just saying-”,“i will kick you!! i’ll do it!!”

·kory finds the discowing costume and nothing jason and roy say talks her out of putting that thing on. “it is funny. i find it funny.”,“what it is is a nightmare kory. why does he even still have that.”

·jason abandons the disguise closet and goes for a drawer of dick’s old clothes. “jay, where’s your costume???”, “*dressed in a polkadot shirt, jeans nd loafers* this is my costume. i’m a walking disaster.”

·they weren’t really expecting many trick-or-treaters but apparently every kid in gotham’s orphanages knows where dick grayson lives and decide to pay the apartment a visit.

·jason tells them he’s dick’s brother and he’s filling in for him tonight and no one questions it because bruce wayne has a l o t of kids.

·the kids absolutely adore kory??? especially the little ones, and kory adores them too. one little girl shows up in a starfire costume and kory dumps half the candy bowl in her bag while trying not to cry tears of joy.

·on another note, steph and cass show up (dressed as sailor uranus and sailor neptune bc they like to couples coordinate their halloween costumes every year) and jason has to bribe steph for all he’s worth to make sure she doesn’t expose him dressed in dick’s travesty of an outfit to the entire family.

·she makes away with fifty bucks, a half off coupon to the batburger, and a promise that if she ever says a word jason WILL tell bruce it was her who spray painted the bat mobile purple, not the joker

·when midnight hits, they all curl up on the couch under like five thousand blankets because dick’s apartment is fucking freezing and jason has no idea what IS a thermostat and what’s actually just a security switch that alerts the bat family that his apartment is under attack.

·they end up watching cheesy halloween movies for the rest of the night while jason and roy fight over what’s left of the candy and kory just falls asleep across their laps.

·dick walks into the apartment the next morning and almost has a heart attack, not because his brother and his partners are asleep on his couch but because someone freaking reorganised his apartment and now he has no idea where anything is.

·they wake up about an hour later and without even saying a word they change clothes and leave. dick is fukcgn shook.

·all in all it was a great night, except jason and roy have sugar hangovers and kory is smug as hell abt it like “i warned you. i told the both of you did i not. three bags of chocolate is too much.”,“oh yeah well who’s the killjoy now?”,“with that attitude?? it is still most certainly you.”

anonymous asked:

How about Jin from 'The Discovery' when he sees Y/N watching his porn? Also, idk you, but I love you, noona! 💞

I love you too!  Thanks for being patient with this.

Here you go… 1043 words of Jin catching his girlfriend viewing his porn stash.

Jin leaned against the shower wall and let the warm water run over his body.  It felt good just standing there with his eyes closed, too tired to truly bathe himself.  He would much rather have spent the morning sleeping in, with you wrapped in his arms.  Maybe wake up long enough to eat, to make love to you, and then spend the rest of the day napping.  That would have been his ideal day.  But you had other plans.

Thinking about how excited you were when you told Jin your long list of planned activities made him smile.  You always tried to do more than was possible in one day.  Sometimes it annoyed him how you were constantly moving from one activity to the next when all Jin wanted to do was sit and rest for a while.  But it was also one of the things he loved about you. You had such enthusiasm to go, and do, and try new things.  You pushed him outside his comfort zone and in the end, Jin always had a good time. He was sure that he would have a good time today, too – even if it was likely impossible to complete all the things on your list.

After showering, Jin wrapped himself in his robe and wandered back to his room. As he entered, he saw you, sitting at his desk looking at something on his laptop, unaware that he had returned from bathing.  Jin quietly snuck up behind you, expecting to surprise you, but instead he was the one who was surprised.  As he got closer, he took note of what it was you were watching…

A naked woman was kneeling on the floor, her hands bound behind her back, a collar around her throat, and her eyes covered with a black blindfold.  She was flanked by a row of servants dressed in their uniforms and in front of her sat a man in a suit.  The suited man snapped his fingers to his servants and one, a young woman in a maid’s uniform, rushed forward to unzip the man’s pants and pulled out his erect cock, while another, a man dressed as a butler, held on to the naked woman’s collar and pulled her forward so that her lips met the sitting man’s engorged penis.  The man ordered the naked woman to start sucking him and she obliged, struggling to take him completely in her mouth without the aid of her hands.

Jin knew this movie well.  He had watched it dozens of times, usually with his own cock in his hand.  There had been so many nights he had fantasized about what it must be like to have that much control over other people, to be able to order a woman to submit like that, to demand pleasure from her in front of others, and to have her do anything you asked without any objection. It was a favorite fantasy of his, but it was a private fantasy… very private.

Jin suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable.  You had found his porn stash and, by extension, you had become aware of his dirtiest thoughts.  The thoughts he kept hidden from you out of fear that you would be appalled.  He could feel the blood drain from his face and anxiety starting to take over. He reached over your shoulder and slammed the laptop shut.  

“What are you doing?!” he asked you.  He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t know what else to say.

“I was trying to find info on bike rentals at the park.”

Jin was incredulous at your response. “That was not what you were doing!”

“Well, that’s why I got on the computer, but I accidentally clicked on the wrong file and well… I guess you saw what I was looking at.  I had no idea you had so much porn on your computer.  Why didn’t you show me any of these before?”

“Why would I ever show porn to my girlfriend?” He couldn’t believe how nonchalant you were acting about this.  You had uncovered his secret perversion and acting like it was no big deal.   “I can’t believe you were snooping around.” Jin pulled the laptop off the desk and held it close to his chest to prevent you from seeing anything else that he kept on there.  He wondered what all you might have seen while he was in the shower. He had a whole collection of photos of girls being spanked that he didn’t want you to know about.  And the one movie with the sex slaves kept in cages… he prayed you didn’t see that one.

“Honestly, Jin, I found it by accident.  But once I saw it, I was curious.  I didn’t know you were so into male domination stuff.”  You reached out to stroke his arm while you spoke, “Why haven’t you tried to do any of that kind of stuff with me?”

“Because it’s just porn.  It’s all just fantasy stuff.  Just because I like watching it doesn’t mean I need to do that stuff.” He couldn’t understand why you were even asking him this question.  You were a strong woman, outspoken and assertive. He loved that about you and despite whatever fantasies he harbored, he never expected you to actually behave any differently. There is no way you would be into this kind of stuff, no matter how curious you might feel.  “Can we move on from this subject, please?”  Jin turned to his closet and slid his laptop onto the top shelf where you would have trouble reaching it.  He quietly started getting dressed, hoping you would just drop the subject altogether and not keep pressing him on the issue.  

“Okay.  Fine.” You threw your hands up and sat on the edge of his bed. After a few moments of silence, you asked him, “For lunch, do you want to order delivery to the park or would you rather go to a sit down restaurant?”

At the change of subject, Jin exhaled.  He felt relieved that you were letting him move on from this embarrassing porn incident and once again focusing on the plans for the day. He hoped to never have to relive this moment again.

your-ashkuro  asked:

Could I get sleeping headcanons for Yusuke and Goro?

I take it you enjoyed the sleeping HCs for the other boys? I’m so happy >.<

and of course you can get them, Here you go your-ashkuro! Hope you enjoy. - Talal.

(I’m not proud of this ;-; someone reassure me.)


  • Perfectionism and Aesthetics are important everywhere, even in sleep.
  • The bed needs to be in the perfect place that coordinates with the room’s shape, width and height must be completely similar to the room’s.
  • The blanket must take a third of the bed, the pillow should only be a quarter of the bed’s height.
  • The angles must work in harmony, and the coordinations must be arranged accordingly.
  • He enjoys sleeping very much, It’s one of the few times where he doesn’t feel hungry. 
  • His favorite sleeping position is the Log, on either side.
  • He maintains a calm and gentle expression during sleep, imagine him blinking for a very long time.
  • His hair rarely goes anywhere, it’s like it’s stuck to his head and frozen in time, it maintains that hairstyle for as long as he lives.
  • Even though he sleeps, his belly doesn’t.
  • a lot of stomach growling throughout the night.
  • Sleeping over means re-adjusting everything in the room. the coordinates need to be completely perfect.
  • Sometimes, you wake up from the noise and he mutters while maintaining his sleeping expression:
  • “Deepest apologies, my wallet is in a very dire state. and my stomach lacks the brain to understand. it is something simply beyond my control”.
  • before returning to sleep in a second.
  • give him some food and you’re all good. 
  • Expect a lot of horror movie stuff when you sleep over, he’s just that eccentric.
  • Don’t be surprised if he’s drawing your face while you’re sleeping, he’ll even scold if you wake up and change your posture or ask him about it.
  • Make a note to never sleep again unless you’re okay with a little bit of paranormal Yusuke.


  • He has a hard time sleeping each and every single day, either too much work or too much stress.
  • He knows how to look perfectly fine and handsome even when he’s sleep deprived.
  • Freefaller is one of his favorite sleeping positions, he’ll tug the pillow too hard sometimes that it suffocates him.
  • He loves dreaming and thinking about what he’ll do tomorrow as he drifts to sleep, but sometimes these very thoughts can keep him awake.
  • You’re not sleeping over without a dozen questions being asked.
  • He’ll question why you want to sleep over.
  • Why him? do you consider him an interesting person? a trustworthy person?
  • He’ll agree at the end nonetheless, and give an eerie but innocent laugh at your answers.
  • He’s going to be quite busy, and he’ll make sure you tell him when you are sleeping over.
  • when you go, the room is clean, too clean as a matter of fact. Like he picked things up and hid them somewhere else so you don’t see them.
  • If you know what I mean.
  • He’ll ignore all of his work the day you’re coming over, and focuses on studying your personality and relaxing.
  • He’ll occasionally flirt jokingly, even if you’re just a friend.
  • He doesn’t look like it, but he probably moves and re-adjusts during his sleep far more than any person you know.
  • Mostly because he’s not even asleep in the first place.
  • In the morning, he’ll prepare pancakes for breakfast.
  • when he bids you farewell, he can’t help but be paranoid. did you.. have ulterior motives? did you figure something out?