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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”


“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”


“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.


“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.


The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said


“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.


It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.


“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.


“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.


“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

tinysoftdrinkstate  asked:

"I cut my finger too deep while cooking but I don't want to go to the hospital and you're the med student who lives in the apartment across from mine; why can't you just stitch it up?" for sprace or javid? also can you tag @dailyau in the post? the prompt is from them) 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

This is a real old prompt so I’m so sorry it took so long! But thank you for passing it on from @dailyau. Also the working title for this in my saved documents is ‘noodles’… 

Content warning for minimal gore, but there’s quite a few mentions of blood and cuts.

Davey was colour coding notes when a knock on the door sounded. He wasn’t expecting visitors at 2am so his first instinct was to ignore it, but then the knocking sounded again and who disturbed someone at that time of night unless there was a problem. Sighing at the disruption, Davey pushed his textbook off his lap and laid his highlighters on top of it so he could answer the door.

“What on Earth-?!”

The last thing he expected was the cute boy from across the hall standing on his doorstep cradling his hand against his chest. That wasn’t so bad, but then the boy – Jack, maybe? – moved his hand and there was a lot of blood.

“So I was making noodles and-” Jack started sheepishly, but Davey wasn’t having any of it.

“You did that making noodles?!” he asked.

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shintorikhazumi  asked:

Your mission, if you choose to accept it: Write a short scene of Dianakko's first kiss. ... Please? XD You don't have to

A.N : Not sure if I can make that short, but at least I’ll try to make it good !

“Wow ! Look, Diana ! This weird plant’s flowers are all different colours ! It looks like a rainbow !

- Indeed. It’s a magical plant which originates from the fairies’ realm. They have a lot of useful properties, especially in medicine. One of my ancestor discovered that, when used with a mandragore’s leaf, these flowers can cure the plague. Because of that, this species almost disappeared during the black plague in the 14th century. Luckily, the Cavendish family cultivated them and, after a few years, the species was saved.

- Woah ! That’s incredible ! But why is one of these plants here, in Chum Lee’s shop ?

- Well, now that magic is less efficient than science in the medical area, those plants are mostly used as decorations. Their intense colours make them some of the most beautiful flowers you can find in this world.

- Indeed, they’re really pretty !”

Akko straightened her back and looked around the shop. Despite being there multiple times, she always found new things to get excited about. At least, it had the advantage of taking her thoughts away from the main reason for her presence here with Diana, which allowed her to relax. Because today, she didn’t come in town to fool around : she came here on a date with the most beautiful, wonderful girl she ever met.

It took her long enough, but she finally came to terms with her feelings for Diana and accepted that she liked the blonde witch more than a friend should. So the previous day, she confessed her feelings to the girl and managed to ask her out on a date. Diana clearly felt just as embarassed as Akko, so she just nodded and stuttered a few words to propose a time and place where they could meet up. And that’s how the two witches ended up in Chum Lee’s shop, talking about plants to avoid a more embarassing question : what do people do on dates ?

Akko had no idea what she should do now. She wanted to do couple-y things with Diana, maybe even hold her hand, but she was too embarassed to ask. She had to find an alternative, something to say before this date became a total failure ! That’s when she was struck with an idea :

“Diana ! How about we go get ice cream ?

- Huh ? Well, it is hot today, so why not ?

- Yay !”

The two girls made their way out of the shop and went to the ice cream truck. Akko chose a weird combination of flavours, as usual, while Diana took a simple vanilla and strawberry ice cream. They decided to sit on a bench in a secluded and presently empty part of the square.

After a minute or two, Akko noticed that Diana was lost in thought. Deciding that she should make her move now, the brunette leaned towards the other girl and asked :

“Do you wanna try mine ?”

Diana looked surprised and a bit flustered when she noticed how close Akko had gotten. Shyly, she nodded her head and leaned towards the ice cream, taking a little bite of the scoop of mint.

“It’s good, isn’t it ?

- Yes, Diana answered with a little smile, it’s very good.”

Happy, Akko started to eat again. But Diana soon interrupted her, saying :

“Akko, you have a bit of ice cream on your cheek.

- Huh ? Where ? asked the brunette while sweeping her arm over her face.”

The blonde’s hand on hers stopped her and Akko turned towards the other girl, a questionning look on her face.

“I’ll… take care of it for you, explained Diana while staring at the bench.”

The blonde’s cheeks were pink when she said that and they only darkened as she looked at Akko. The brunette heard her gulp, but didn’t have time to question Diana on her strange behaviour as the blonde leaned forward and kissed Akko’s cheek, an inch away from her lips. The Japanese girl couldn’t help but squeal when she felt Diana’s tongue caressing the spot. The prodigy quickly retreated, face as red as Akko’s eyes and gaze focused on anything but Akko’s form next to her. She immediately apologized :

“So-Sorry, it was… too much… wasn’t it ?

- No-No, it’s… it’s fine ! I was just… surprised, is all…

- I-I see…”

They stayed silent for a while, eating their ice creams and blushing whenever their eyes made contact. A few minutes passed like this, allowing the girls to finish their ice creams before Akko decided to say something. It was now or never !

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down a bit -it totally failed-, Akko looked at Diana : the girl was still blushing and avoiding eye contact. Taking her courage in both hands, Akko managed to say :

“Dia-Diana, you-you have some ice cream… on your face…

- Oh, is-is that so ? Could you… tell me where it is ?

- Don’t-Don’t bother ! I’ll get it for you…”

Bracing herself, Akko leaned forward quickly while being careful of not hurting Diana in the process. The heiress’ eyes widened as she felt the brunette’s lips on hers. But it ended as soon as it started, Akko pulling back as fast as she could in case Diana didn’t like it. After a few seconds of shocked -and embarassed- silence, Akko said :

“He-Here, I think I got it all.

-O-Oh, yes, thank you… But…”

Akko curled up on herself, ready to get a scolding for her bold move. She was surprised to feel Diana’s hand under her chin, making her tilt her head up, before the girl said :

“I think you still has some of it… on you…”

And then Diana kissed her. It was hesitant at first, little brushes of lips. They barely even touched each other. But then they grew more confidant, their kisses became firmer, passionnate even. Akko encircled Diana’s waist with her arms and licked the blonde’s bottom lip before sucking on it lightly. Looping her arms around Akko’s back and shoulders, Diana let out a little moan as she kissed back with just as much fervor.

After a minute or two, the girls were forced to pull away to breath. Panting, they looked at each other and said, in perfect synchronisation :

“I love you.”

Smiling, they started kissing again.

A.N : Ooookay… Sooo… It’s the first time I write this kind of scene and I don’t know if I did it right, but I hope you’ll like it anyway !

P.S : As I thought, couldn’t really make it short, huh ? Welp.

#helpless (hamilton, a writeup)

okay so tl;dr? i cried. i frickin sat there with two teardrops rolling down my face and chin and neck and i couldn’t frickin wipe it away because i was so invested (and also i didn’t want to ruin my makeup) and it was just. it was so good guys. so good.

gushing about the staging under the cut

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anonymous asked:

You said you work an office job as well as freelance, right? If you don't mind me asking, how the hell do you manage to do that? Maybe I'm just lazy or plain lame, but my PART-TIME job leaves me too tired to indulge in anything creative. I'd like to change that, but... hooowww? ;-; Howdoyoudoit?

Hi anon! 
I saved your ask for last to answer because I had to really sit down and think about it. My office job is part-time too but I know what you mean. You’re not lazy! And you’re not lame. Doing things just for the money, working hours that never seem to end because you’re doing something you don’t love or even like, leaves this nasty… bone deep weariness that makes you crawl into your bed and never want to leave it. 

The grind and grimy feeling of an office job.
There are actually pretty big gaps on my online presence because of that. I’d sit there staring at a sketchbook or my pencil when I got home from work, and then just turn to get into my bed because I didn’t think I could muster the heart or energy to do something I’d like enough to keep or finish. It’d in turn become me feeling guilty about not making creative works, which made me want to do the thing more but at the same time made it harder to try. So I’d just get quietly frustrated and even more exhausted with myself, and it sucked. And sucks, in general.  

How to push through it? (How did I personally push through it?)

Find one thing that’s irresistible to draw.
No matter what it is, if it makes you happy, it will feel good to do.

If anyone notices in my body of work, little series’ kind of just… happen. My “Dulces” girls (the girls eating the candy with one coloured stocking), my VOID series, my Strawberry Mint Witchling (who was the subject of the VOID series later), this year’s Mermay’s (exploring my love for negative space), my current demoness babes (exploring colour blocks)? They were (and are) all things that, at the time, kept my creative fire stoked and hungry for more. It’s how I keep my pencil moving and my mind going with ideas. I couldn’t wait to draw another, so much so that they just… happened on their own. Like even sitting here now I’m eyeballing my paper imagining another demoness or four.

What had happened was that working at my part-time job made everything literally feel like a chore. Driving was a chore. Eating was a chore. Showering was a chore. And doing the one thing I love more than anything..? Felt like a chore. But by finding my ‘current addiction,’ the act of creating stopped feeling like a chore to do and very quickly became a joy. Making it fun for me was the key to pushing through the cubicle job blues. I don’t know if that’ll work for you anon but it’s how I did it..! I don’t even know if I helped at all but I hope I did. If you have any more questions or anything though feel free to come back.
xoxoxo c;


Ship: Hunk/Keith

Words: 1672

A/N: Why am I doing this I have a script to write asdfghjkl whatever, here you go!

In space, the concept of time was abstract. There were no suns or moons to relay the passage of days – the world was plunged into eternal darkness. Hell, even the units of measurements were different. Seconds, minutes and days made way for ticks, dobashes and quintants.

So Keith couldn’t tell you exactly what time he woke up. He couldn’t even say ‘in the middle of the night’ because deep in space, the word night lost meaning.

But he could tell you that it was from a frightening dream. His hair was mussed, body caked in sweat and shaking, his heart racing.

This had been going on for weeks. Ever since Shiro’s disappearance, ever since that battle of Zarkon, ever since Keith was practically forced to step up as the black paladin even though he felt in his heart that he was far from ready. He had just gotten used to the idea that he was part Galra for quiznak’s sake before the universe placed this heavy burden on his shoulders.

Next to him a body shifted slightly. Keith glanced over, scared that he’d woken them up.

“Keith…? Are you awake?”

The former red paladin would forever blame this on a moment of weakness but very stupidly he said, “No.”


The body shifted some more, and Keith mentally cursed as it sat up completely and wholly, leaning against the back. A heavy sigh came out of his partner’s lips as he looked over at him with the kindest eyes Keith had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Nightmare?” Hunk asked, though it was already clear that he knew from the look of concern in his eyes.

Keith nodded anyway, scrunching the sheets in his fists. Hunk smiled softly before scooting over and wrapping his arms around him. Keith could never verbally express when he wanted physical reassurance, but Hunk could read him like a manual. He knew all his mannerisms, knew how he operated and for that Keith was grateful.

His shaking eased in his arms. It was a strange arrangement, sure. Keith would be the first to admit it. The first time he’d had this nightmare he’d woken up alone in his own room. It was unbearable, there was no one around to help him and though he mostly considered himself a lone wolf, Keith couldn’t stand the loneliness, the isolation. Out there he had a team – people he could depend on, but in his own company he had nobody to turn to.

That’s how he found himself wandering the ship during the sleeping hours. For a full week he avoided sleeping and did other things to occupy his time. He trained, he read, did anything really. But the sleepless nights had begun to take a toll on him. He suspected everyone noticed, but nobody wanted to say anything – what could they say? Everyone was dealing with the loss of Shiro in different ways.

This all changed three weeks ago. During one of Keith’s late night wanderings he had bumped into Hunk who had apparently gotten up to get himself a glass of water. Hunk could see just how wrecked Keith was and with just one enquiring sentence, Keith told him everything. He told him about the nightmares, about being afraid of waking up alone, about being alone again, about how his new position was taking a toll on him.

Hunk took all this in, and after about thirty minutes of listening and not speaking a word, a single sentence came out.

“You can sleep with me tonight.”

And that was that. It was such a simple solution, but it did wonders. At first Hunk thought it best that he slept on the floor but Keith wanted them both to be in the bed. It was a childish thought, but he figured if they were close then somehow he would be protected from his nightmares. And it helped to some extent.

Keith couldn’t help but feel bad, though. He was taking a full nights’ rest away from Hunk and that’s why he didn’t want him to wake up. But he supposed that it was too late now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunk asked quietly. “It seemed…worse than the other ones.”

Keith said nothing at first, just basking in the feeling of Hunk’s arms around him.

“It was…different. I mean, it was mostly the same but…”

Hunk said nothing, an indicator for Keith to continue after he gathered his thoughts.

“It was exactly the same dream. We were on some planet in the middle of some weird Galra war, and there was so much yelling and blood. Guns were firing everywhere and I was running towards something. Exactly the same as always. And then there was a body wearing paladin armour. There was so much blood-I couldn’t see the colour, I don’t remember it. And then…”

Hunk tightened his grip on his reassuringly, telling him without words that it was okay for him to continue but at the same time if he didn’t want to he didn’t need to.

“I was used to it. I knew if I took off the helmet I would see Shiro’s face. That’s how it was for the past few weeks. But when I did it wasn’t Shiro. It was…oh god…it was you.”

Keith closed his eyes and placed his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “The thought of Shiro dying is devastating, sure. But for some reason seeing you on the ground, dead, lifeless, I just couldn’t take it. You’re the one thing that keeps me anchored.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hunk said reassuringly. “I know it’s hard. I know, but I’m right here and I swear that as long as you want me around I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if I want you around forever?”

Hunk froze. “What?”

Keith mentally facepalmed and retracted, moving away from him. Oh my God, did I just say that? he wondered in mortification before he curled in on himself. He’d never felt his face get so red in his life. That was no better than a confession. And yeah, sure, the idea of them being together was great, perfect actually. And the thought of waking up next to the yellow paladin for the rest of his life was more than Keith could ever hope for. And the idea of Hunk dedicating his affection to him and only him was incredible. But there was no way Hunk liked him. He liked Shay, or at least had a thing for her. Even Keith noticed. He noticed very much. He was only doing this…whatever this was, because he was nice. It just a Hunk thing to do. But it would be a lie to say that Keith didn’t like him on a deeper level.

He never knew him at the garrison, he didn’t really know anybody. It was only when the whole Voltron thing started that he got to know him. Back then it was just a sort of admiration; Hunk was fun and goofy but at the same time he was fierce and passionate. Over time that admiration evolved into something more but this feeling he felt right now only came into fruition when they went onto that mission together. When Hunk let him know in his own special Hunk way that it didn’t matter what race he was, he would accept him. When he needed that reassurance the most, Hunk gave it to him.

Hunk would do anything, anything, for his friends. He’d die for them if given the opportunity. But as mentioned before, that was just a part of his personality. There was no doubt in Keith’s mind that if any of the other paladins had nightmares that he’d do exactly the same for them as he did for Keith.  This wasn’t special treatment, and it would do more harm than good if he thought so. In the end he’d have to deal with a broken heart on top of every other quiznakking thing he’s had to deal with in the last few months alone.


“I think it’s best if this is the last time I sleep in your room,” he said without looking up.

“Keith, come on. Look at me.”

Keith fought the urge to, he really did, but he couldn’t help peaking up at him.

When Hunk noticed this movement, he placed his hand on top of one of Keith’s with a soft smile on his face. Everything about him was just so tender and sweet and soft…

“Forever isn’t nearly enough time.”

Keith’s heart stuttered. Did he just…?

The former red paladin unfurled himself as Hunk held onto one of his hands, threading his fingers through Keith’s. A cheeky grin formed on his face.

“Question is, are you willing to put up with me for that long?”

Keith looked at their interlaced hands in wonder. They felt so natural together, like they belonged and suddenly he wondered how he’d managed to go this long without knowing this feeling.

“I don’t…I thought…but Shay?”

Hunk chuckled. “Shay is someone I care about, sure. But I don’t really like her. I never did.”

“You like me?”

Hunk kissed the back of his hand. “Wasn’t it obvious? Pidge and Lance seemed to think so. Shiro too.”

Keith didn’t know what to say.  He didn’t know what to think. He just gawked at him, awestruck.

“Look let’s go to sleep now, okay? We can talk more about us later.”

Keith nodded numbly before lying back down. Hunk did the same, but kept his arms around him with his chest pressing into his Keith’s back. The former red paladin felt him nuzzle himself into the crook of his neck and place a soft kiss there.

“Sweet dreams, Keith.”

And for the first time in weeks, Keith wasn’t afraid to fall asleep. It was weird but he had a feeling that could actually look forward to a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night. A rare soft smile graced his features as he cuddled closer to Hunk and closed his eyes.

“You too, big guy.”

Underneath Your Clothes

This is my first time posting fan fiction. Please, don’t hate on me too hard. I’m well aware that this fic is absolute garbage.


Word Count: 3.4k

Castiel x Reader

Warning: Angst, smut, and fluff, aspects of bdsm, some drinking

Reader is a half immortal celestial being / half human hybrid thing

Reader and companion fell through a portal into SPN!Universe and they are hunting an escaped creature from their world. They run into the Winchesters and Castiel during a battle (which I have not included because it’s just shit) and the boys and Castiel agree to help the reader and companion track down the creature. Reader has otherworldly healing powers, has ‘light magick’ abilities, ‘soul energy’ all that nonsense. So, after your companion makes you a potion to heal you after the battle, Castiel and Dean show up to the apartment the reader is staying at.

  A knock was heard at the door and you went to open it. Dean was standing on the other side of the threshold. “Well, hey, you’re alright.”
  You nodded, “Yeah, are you here for your angel friend?”
  Dean peered into the apartment, “Well, he flew here and I drove.” He then made eye contact with Leda, “I think we found a lead.”
  “A what?” You asked as Leda took the papers out of Dean’s hand.
  “Found more bodies across the city, eyes missing, and black blood,” He said.
  “Fantastic, let’s go,” Leda said, as she left the apartment. Castiel followed and so did you. But when you tried to pass through the doorway, you ran into a barrier of light. You hammered at it but it just rippled against your touch.
  “What? Hey!” You growled at them.
  Dean and Castiel turned around. Castiel spoke, “What’s happening?”
“You can’t leave me here while you go hunting!” You spat, speaking only to Leda.
  Leda spun to face you, “You lost and incredible amount of light energy yesterday. That potion will take an entire day to heal you. I will not risk your humanity for the sake of your tracking skills. I can handle this without you.”
  You shot her a death glare, “Leda, I will not turn off my humanity switch after seeing a few dead bodies.”
  Leda’s long white locks draped over her shoulders and when she shook her head, her hair rippled. “You are under my protection. I can’t have you turning off your emotions when you’re this vulnerable.”
  “Leda, please,” You begged.
  “What did you do to her?” Dean asked, curiously.
  “The bitch spelled the apartment so I can’t leave!” You exclaimed. You banged a couple more times on the barrier. You didn’t want to be alone. New world and all alone? No thanks. These were the only people you’d met so far. Please don’t leave me alone.
  You saw Castiel’s eyes soften which made you think that he’d heard your silent prayer again. Leda put her hand on Dean’s shoulder and he eventually turned away and followed her down the hall. Castiel broke your eye contact and followed them. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared after them. You stepped back and slammed the door shut with a brutal swing.

  Seven hours into your isolation, you had exhausted your movie collection, a couple video games and you were working on a very old bottle of whiskey. You plugged your phone into the stereo and blasted Daddy Yankee’s song Limbo. You grabbed the half empty bottle of alcohol in your hand and started to dance. You were still quite pissed at the fact that your traveling companion had placed you under house arrest but the whiskey was drowning out your sorrows. Two raps were heard at the door that you managed to hear through the loud music. You took a swig before you shouted, “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested!”
  You continued to wiggle to the music until five more raps at the door were heard. You grumbled and walked to the door wrenching it open. Castiel stood by himself in the doorway. You preceded to shut the door on him, but he caught it. You marvelled at his ability to pass through the barrier, “Wait, wait. I wanted to apologize.”
  You tilted your head to the side in fake disbelief, “What? For ditching me? Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s not like I’m used to it or anything.”
  Castiel continued to stare at you, his hand still on the door. You opened it and pressed your palm against the barrier, which was still there. You took a deep breath and spun back around. You took a deep sip of the whiskey as Castiel entered the apartment and shut the door behind him, locking it. You narrowed your eyes at the action. You swayed on spot, taking another drink. Castiel looked to the kitchen where he spotted three empty Smirnoff Twisted bottles on the counter. His gaze shifted back to the bottle that was in your hand, “Humans don’t have a very high alcohol tolerance.”
  You raised the bottle to him as if to cheers him, “Only half human, babe. Got immortal light in my body. Higher threshold for pain, heightened senses, higher alcohol tolerance.”
  He watched you as you continued to dance to the Spanish music. You drank again, still completely in control of your balance which boosted your confidence. “I am sorry for leaving you earlier, especially after I heard your prayer. That was….unkind of me.”
  You stopped dancing and turned to face him. You raised an eyebrow, “Huh. Strange how here angels feel remorse, and guilt. It’s almost like you have a heart.”
  You walked over to him and got right up in his face, for the second time of you knowing him. “There are angels in your world?”
  “Of course there are, they’re everywhere,” You said as you rolled your eyes. “Major buzzkills. No fun at all, well a select few are. I mean the ones I know do have fun, but that’s only because when I’m close to them, they feel more human.”
  “Why?” He breathed, obviously not bothered by your proximity.
  You placed you hand on his chest and revelled at the feeling of his light energy. “I don’t know. Gift from the Goddess, I assume. I could not tell you why, but it happens. I don’t know about here but our angels are very strict, and law abiding, and boring. Except the fallen. Now, those feather-brains know how to party!”
  You stepped back and took another two gulps of your drink. His brow furrowed again, “The fallen?”
  “Yeah, the angels who wanted to live on earth with humans. They didn’t want to follow the rules, so they left. Lost their white wings though, which kind of sucks I guess. But still very pretty. Do you dance?”
  Castiel continued to gaze at you, questions flooding his eyes. He shook his head, “No, I do not dance.”
  “Do you know how to dance?” You asked approaching him again, slower this time.
  “No,” He said.
  “Have a drink,” You offered. Castiel took the bottle from your hand and held it to his lips. He took several gulps while he kept his eyes locked with yours. He lowered it and placed it on the tiny table beside the couch. “Feel better?” You asked.
  His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. “Why do I feel this way around you? I’ve been human before. I know what it feels like, but you make me feel very connected to the earth.”
  You shrugged, trying not to feel anything towards him. “You don’t have to be here. You’re still an immortal angel. You’re just able to feel a little deeper than usual. I understand if you don’t want to stay. Nobody does.”
  “Does everyone feel this way towards you?” He asked, stepping towards you.
  You nodded, “Everyone, every creature feels drawn to me. Sam and Dean felt drawn to me too but humans don’t feel it as strong as Celestials, like you. No doubt it’s overpowering your senses. And that’s why you almost stayed today. You have a lot of self-control, colour me impressed.”
  “Why are you so sarcastic?” He queried.
  “Why do you think, Castiel? I’m an empath. I get to feel what everyone else feels. I am good for only one thing, to hunt and kill the bad guys. That’s how everyone sees me, so that’s what I do. And I block out the pain with sarcasm and humour, and booze. Sue me!”
  You reached for the whiskey again but he caught your arm, “I think you’ve had enough.”
  “Why are you even here, Castiel? Why do you want to be around me? I am a destructive force of nature. I am unrelenting and unforgiving. I have darkness in me.”
  “You have a lot of rage,” He said, a small smile rising on his lips.
  You gave him a look but then burst out laughing, so much you couldn’t contain it, and you hid your face in your hands. “I’m sorry. I get mean when I’m trapped in a box. I don’t do well in isolation.”
  “I don’t think anyone does,” He said. He reached for the bottle and took another drink.
“Hey!” You exclaimed, reaching for the bottle. He held you back effortlessly, like you were a very small bunny and he was a lion. “Dude, sharing is caring!”
  A huge smile erupted on his face which made your stomach flutter, “Come on, you can do better than that.”
  You debated your current position. Instead of fighting him, you turned around, wrapped your hand around his neck and danced against him. You heard him set the bottle down and he backed up into the wall as you moved against his body. You could hear his breath quicken was surprised to feel his hands on your hips. You spun and took his hands in yours and lead him to the middle of the living room. You put your hands on his hips and swayed them in time with your own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled widely when his hands returned to your waist. You even felt one venture to your behind as he pulled you closer to his body.
  “See? I knew you could dance,” You said in his ear.
  “Mmm,” He moaned into yours. It took you by surprise when he spun you around and slammed you into the wall. The music pounded as he stared down at you, an eyebrow raised. Fuck, he was beautiful. You averted your eyes and stared at what might be beneath his clothes. He lifted your chin and closed your proximity by meeting your lips with his own. An electric shock of pleasure shot through you and you kissed back with heat and hunger. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he flooded your neck with kisses.
  “Fuck, Castiel,” You moaned against him.
  He laughed, “I do like it when you say my name.”
  You brought your lips to his ear, “It will sound even better when I scream it.”
That was clearly all he could handle. After a shiver rocked his body, he took you to your bedroom. He set you down on your feet and you proceeded to shed him of his clothing. Coat, jacket and tie were on the floor. You ripped open his shirt and ran your fingers over his chiseled chest. You’re a gift. You silently prayed to him.
  His smile made you melt, “You don’t have to do that. I’m right here.”
  “Ah, but you see, this is just pure evil. I can pray dirty things to you whenever I want.” You smiled as you undid his belt.
  He took off your shirt and gazed down at you, “That is quite cruel of you.”
  “Hey, if you’re going to sin, you might as well go all out,” You said, taking off your pants and tossing them to the side. He let his pants drop to his feet to reveal his erection, confined by the fabric of his boxers. You were wearing a black bra and underwear, just plain and nothing special, but that didn’t stop his eyes from lighting up at the sight.
  He approached you but you spun him around and pushed him onto the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows as he stared up at you. You got on top of him and rolled your hips against his sex. His head fell back and he gripped the sheets in his fists. You bent down and kissed his chest repeatedly while you worked him up. “Now, from what I’ve seen, you’re quite the obedient angel. Always do what you’re told.”
  Castiel looked up at you, licking his lips. “Not always.”
  “Oh really? Because you look quite submissive from this angle,” You said as you took off your bra and tossed it away. Your breasts fell onto your chest and the hunger in his eyes arose. “Or am I wrong?”
  He grabbed onto your hips and flipped the both of you so that he was on top. His mouth was on your breast as his tongue flicked your nipple and he began to suck. His free hand had your other breast in a firm grasp. You moaned loudly, thankful that Leda wasn’t here. How awkward would that be? You laced your fingers through his messy raven hair, but he grabbed your hands and held them above your head. He snapped his fingers and your wrists locked above your head, as if some unseen force was keeping them there. You raised an eyebrow at him, Kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?
  His lips met yours in response before leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and stomach until he got to your underwear line. You sucked in a deep breath when you felt his fingers tugging at the soft fabric until it was gone. You lay there helplessly, your core pulsating at an alarming rate. His mouth reached your sex and he ran his tongue up your slit gently, causing you to buck your hips into his face. “Patience, love.”
  You struggled against your invisible bonds and sucked in air as you felt him spread your legs. He kissed each inner thigh until he reached your sex again and brushed his lips against it softly. You groaned against him and felt his laughter vibrate through your body. You couldn’t help but release the feathery nuisance that kept clawing at you. “Dammit. These are so annoying.”
  Castiel looked up at the sight. The huge black wings protruded from your back and draped over the bed and onto the floor. Your chest rose and fell and you looked down at him, feeling embarrassed. His hands were on your face, making you look into his icy blue eyes, “Hey, they are beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
  “Can I see yours?” You asked timidly.
  He frowned, “They aren’t intact and not as full as yours.”
  “Why not?” You asked, genuinely concerned.
  “I…I fell. My wings are damaged,” He said. He released your hands and they flew to his face.
  “Please, let me see,” You coerced.
  He sighed and within moments our could see his own black wings, only they were beaten to a pulp, with many feathers missing. He hung his head in defeat. “It’s pathetic.”
  You lifted his head, “I can help.”
  He looked at you questioningly. You opened your mouth and released an orb of pure light. It floated between the both of you and Castiel stared at it curiously. “What is that?”
  “Light magick, from my world. I have an unlimited supply. I can share. A little pulse like this won’t hurt me to lose if it means you are better. Open.”
He did so and the small orb entered his mouth. Within seconds it plowed through him, filling his entire essence making an intense bright light shine in the room, so bright even you had to look away. Castiel cried out, but you kept ahold of him. When the light faded, you looked back to him. He was shaking and sweating. You took his face in your hands and kissed his quivering lips. That’s when you noticed, his wings were full and were extended the length of the room. They were still black but at least now they looked healthy. You were shocked at his response, “Fuck.”
  “How do you feel?” You asked, a hand trailing down to his erection.
  “Well, I…” He looked down, getting distracted by your wandering hand, “Well, that’s not fair.”
  He worked his way down again to your clit and licked and kissed and sucked as if his life depended on it. “Ugh, Cas!”
  Sad enough to say, it didn’t take much to get you off and it had been a while. You tried your hardest to hold back but you felt waves of pleasure threatening your control. Dammit, don’t cum yet.
  He slipped a finger into your heat and you grabbed onto his head tightly. You rolled your hips again into his mouth. “You’re about to explode, aren’t you?”
  “Ah! Yes! Fuck, I want to cum so bad,” You cried out to him.
  “How bad do you want it?” He asked, now pumping two fingers into you.
  Your eyes rolled back into your head, “Castiel, please.”
  He moaned at the mention of his name, “Cum for me, Y/N. Scream my name like I know you want to.”
  You immediately let go, and raised your voice as loud as you could muster, “Yes! Oh, Castiel, yes! Ughh!”
  You felt him lap up your nectar which made you shiver with delight. As you rode the last waves of your orgasm, you failed to notice that Castiel had removed his boxers. He was eyeing you and out of embarrassment you curled your wings up over your face, hiding in the feathers. You could hear him laughing and he peeled your wings back, and removed your hands from your face. “I want you to be mine. I want your orgasms to be mine. When you cum by your own hands, I want you to say my name. Clear?”
  You nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
He growled at the sound of the word, as if it sent pure lust and pleasure through him. He smiled down at you, “Good girl.”
“Please, Cas. I want you inside of me. Please.”
“So desperate, aren’t we?” He gazed down at your form, placing his thumb on your clit and slowly rubbing in small circles.
“Fucking hell, Cas. Stop teasing me!” You grumbled. “If you keep going that way, you’re going to regret it.”
  That peaked his interest, “Oh?”
  You gently grabbed onto his balls and rolled him over where he lay, wincing in defeat. You kissed down his chest until your lips found his erection. You ran your tongue up his length and swirled it at the tip, licking up the small trace of pre-cum leaking there. A heavy moan from the angel encouraged you to continue and you began to take him inside of your mouth. You pumped your hands up and down while you worked on the tip, bobbing your head. “Ugh, Y/N.”
  You took your lips away which elicited a small whimper from the angel. You lifted your leg over him and slowly lowered yourself onto his sex. His head shot up and he stared at you as you rode him slowly. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of your hips and you could see the intensity in his eyes that he wanted you with every fibre of his being. You clawed at his chest, drawing blood and watched in awe as the wounds slowly closed up. He arched his back and matched your thrusts with his. You ran your hand through your hair before leaning down and sucking on his bottom lip. He moaned against you and flipped you over, pounding harder into you now that he was on top. He towered over you, with his hands on your hips as he completely buried himself in you. You reached for him and was surprised when he laced his fingers with yours and held your hand above your head. He was breathing heavily into your ear so you took the opportunity to bother him. “Castiel?”
  He groaned, “Yes?”
  You giggled, “Are you going to cum for me?”
  You flexed your muscles around him and he pushed further into you than you thought possible in response. He didn’t answer though. So, you fisted your hand in his hair and yanked his head to the side. He made a sound out of pleasure, “Ah, yes. Yes, I’m going to cum.”
  You encased him in your wings and kept flexing, feeling your second orgasm as it slammed into you. In turn, you felt him empty himself inside of you and he let out a cry as he thrust into you half a dozen times. A shudder passed through him and he collapsed on top of you. He nuzzled his face in your chest which elicited a chuckle from you. His wings draped over you both, like a black feathery blanket. You stroked his wing with your free hand, seeing as the other was still stuck in his grasp.
  “Was…that alright?” The angel asked, murmuring into your chest.
  You laughed, “You’re a god among men, Castiel.”
  You felt him smile against your skin, “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”
  You squeezed his hand, “I would. You’re the best I’ve ever had. So much passion behind such a serious facade.”

Ramblings About Ear Biscuits

They are talking about that dang article and I feel so conflicted argh. There’s indeed a difference between getting away with morally questionable things and what RandL do. Weiner managed to get the clicks, sure, but her mix and match was just bad rhetoric. Men in political positions, or any position of power, do get away with murder (quite literally at times) and that is a problem. A huge damn problem that get people killed. Now, the culture that favours the “funny white man duo” is also a problem. However, it’s not productive to conflate the two as she did in her article. Even if, and yes, I think this is true absolutely, they are related. That doesn’t mean that we should pick up our pitchforks and torches and tear people like Rhett and Link down because, as I’ve said before, they are rather good at trying to be decent allies. It’s the culture as a whole we need to look at; a culture that favours the funny white guy duo over other humour configurations.

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for @hpminorcharnet​’s non-canon relationships creation event

oliver goes travelling with his quidditch team as part of the world cup, marcus has a keen interest in literature; snippets of his daily unsent letters to oliver while he’s away

1.       it’s only been a few hours since you left but it’s as if the moment your presence exited the house the rain began to fall. the heavy droplets have already overflown the owl bath – i think the little brown owl who brings our edition of the daily prophet is so soaked he can’t fly back home; i might go and bring him inside so he has a place to rest but i don’t have the energy to do anything right now. when you left you took all my inspiration with you, i don’t have much of a purpose. motionless, emotionless; i have nothing, really.

2.       the empty side of your bed reaffirmed the emptiness in my heart last night. i wish i was overreacting when i say i feel as though i’m missing half of my soul. damn you for being so wonderful that you’ve absorbed half of my consciousness. and damn your job for taking you so far away from me; i know this will be the start of something wonderful for you, but i can’t sleep without the dip in the bed beside me. part of me wants the team to win because it’s you, but part of me wants you to crumble at the first hurdle so you can come back.

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anonymous asked:

u still taking prompts? bc i'd love some studying amis to motivate myself thx love u byeee

Good luck with your studies anon! I hope this helps:

“No,” Bahorel says decidedly. He is watching in horror how his friends are piling books and notepads onto the table they are sitting at with their coffees. He pushes his chair back. “I don’t want to.”

Enjolras and Bossuet exchange a significant look. It is remarkable how much Bahorel, who is just shy of two metres tall, can look like a petulant toddler.

“Well, you really have to pass this class,” Enjolras says, clearly struggling with the fact that he needs to convince him of this. (Especially since Bahorel has been at the law faculty for ages. But then again he has been here for ages because he fails classes on purpose, despite having a better grasp of the subjects than some of the teachers.)

“It’s not so bad,” Marius offers smilingly. “We’ll study with you.”

Bahorel lets out an exasperated groan and gives Marius a dramatic look. “That’s the thing about law, Pontmercy,” he says gravely. “It even corrupts friendship.”

“Yes, yes,” Bossuet hums sympathetically. “We all feel your suffering, now come on.”

“I won’t,” Bahorel insists, staring at the law books Enjolras is pushing towards him with genuine disgust. “You can’t make me,”

“Oh I know that,” Enjolras says seriously. It’s not like he hasn’t tried before.

“Which is why we invited Joly,” Bossuet says cheerfully.

“Hi!” Joly chimes from the doorway.

Bahorel spins round in his chair like a man ambushed. “Were you waiting behind the door?” he says, both incredulous and reluctantly impressed.

“Yes,” Joly grins. “But only because Bossuet convinced me to.” He sits down on the chair next to Bahorel and cheerfully begins unpacking his book bag.

Bahorel sighs and Enjolras, Bossuet and Marius grin at each other. When it comes to studying Joly is pretty much a secret weapon. Sitting next to them while they’re at work and not studying yourself is just unnerving.

“You’re evil,” Bahorel grumbles. That remark seems to be directed at all of them, but Joly (who has by now unpacked a binder, a collection of different coloured post-it notes, several highlighters and a fresh notepad) is the one that responds cheerfully:

“Not evil, devious, there’s a difference. What are you all studying today?”

“Transitional justice,” Enjolras replies, contently pulling a stack of printed articles towards him. “Case study about Rwanda first.”

“Victimology,” Marius says. “Although it seems like they really only focus on the criminal law side, I wish they had theories about victimhood within civil procedures.” He smiles. “But at least some of the theories can be applied to both.”

Enjolras glances interestedly at Marius’ papers while Bossuet waves some of his handwritten notes around and says: “Fiscal law again. They lost my test results. I remember most of it though, so this won’t be too hard.”

“And I have neurochemistry to review,” Joly hums. He looks at Bahorel and smiles. “And you?”

Bahorel looks round the table and then back at Joly’s determined smile. He sighs. “Employment contracts,” he mutters resentfully.

“That sounds dull,” Joly says sympathetically. “If you need us to ask questions to practise you’ll tell us, right?”

“Sure,” Bahorel sighs.

“You want to borrow a pen and highlighter?” Joly asks. “I brought spares.”

“Yes,” Bahorel sulks, holding out his hand.

Enjolras looks up from his phone, smiling. “Ferre is coming over as well, straight after class. He’s bringing R.”

“Well, then I at least won’t be the only one not studying,” Bahorel tries one more time. “Because I’m not doing it.”

“Oh if he went to one of Ferre’s lectures that probably means he skipped his own again, which means he’ll have math to do,” Joly says with a grin.

“And Joly’s the primary reason Grantaire hasn’t failed yet,” Bossuet grins. “Well, that and his creepy talent with numbers, of course.”

“Who do you think I practiced this routine on the past couple of years,” Joly winks. “Come on, Baz, get reading. I brought snacks as a reward for after half an hour.”

Bahorel scowls at him and bows over his books. “Devious,” he mutters and he gets to work.

Hands to Myself - Part I

Summary: After Alec comes out to his family, Jace drags Alec to an LGBT friendly strip club so he can ‘expand his horizons’ since he hasn’t even attempted to date or meet anybody new. Alec reluctantly agrees only because he’s grateful Jace is so supportive. While there, his eyes land on an intoxicating man whose body moves so fluidly Alec can’t keep his eyes off of him. Once Magnus is alone with him, he, too, finds himself enraptured by the younger man.

Rating: MA

Genre: Smut, Romance, Friendship, Everyone is Human AU

Warning: Mentions of internalized homophobia

Author: dylanobrienstyler

A/N: I did my best with my very limited knowledge of what goes on in these sorts of places – sorry for any inaccuracies as I needed to improvise a lot. Title inspired from Selena Gomez’ song of the same name. This will be a two-part series. Feedback of all kinds is very welcome!!

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Chapter One - Magnetism

“You know, we really don’t have to do this.”

His adoptive brother threw him a look, lips twisted in a smirk. “Oh come ON, Alec. It’s been almost a month since you came out, and I have yet to see you even TRY to charm a fellow man. You need to see what you’re missing!”

“Jace, do you really think I’m going to have a romantic awakening at a strip club?” Alec asked, eyebrows raised, but Jace simply scoffed.

“It’s going to be fun, Alec. It won’t kill you to have fun, you know.”

Alec rolled his eyes and followed the blonde into the club. Pandemonium. The neon lights were lit up in the colours of the pansexual flag, and Alec swallowed before entering.

He had heard of the LGBT club, known for its wildly accepted collection of personalities, gender identities and sexualities showcased, and, of course, the fact that much of it was sans clothing. New York was a place for everyone to be included, and that club was a strong confirmation of that statement. Still, Alec had never been nor even knew much about it until Jace was showing him pictures on his phone that afternoon while shaking his arm to beg Alec to let him take him.

Alec normally would have said no, but he knew Jace was trying really hard to be supportive, and Alec appreciated his effort, especially since one half of their family certainly didn’t share his enthusiasm. But Alec knew Jace wanted him to be happy, and that was enough to make Alec grumble out an agreement.

Coming back to the present, Alec passed over cover money to the bouncer, accepting the stamp on the back of his hand, before shrugging his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

It was an interesting sight – Alec hadn’t been much of a bar guy, even after he turned twenty-one. He was more of a pub kind of person; sipping at a beer and eating fried foods while live music played or something equally relaxing was actually enjoyable. Here, there were a lot of sweaty, barely clad bodies writhing around and an overabundance of bright lights and synthetic fog happening.

“I really don’t know if this is my scene.” Alec commented to Jace, louder than he’d normally speak but it was necessary to be heard over the pumping music bursting from the speakers.

“Just give it an hour, please? If you really hate it, we’ll go home after that.” Jace promised.

Alec exhaled slowly but nodded, heading for the nearest bar. If he was going to stick around, he’d definitely need some alcohol.

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Okay so, I found this old Fluri fanfic in my GoogleDrive. It’s unfinished and unedited in any form, but I can’t actually remember the ending I was going for or how I intended to complete this story. Apparently it was started almost a year ago, so at this point I doubt the full idea will come back to me. I figured I might as well just throw this half-finished dork-fest out for everyone to enjoy. 

@suguelya - I am tagging you because I tag you in all my Fluri silliness and idk but feel free to laugh and judge this. 


“Then let’s begin. Mister Lowell, you–”

“Formalities? Really? You sound like Cumore.”

Professor Cumore.”

“Yeah, yeah. Professor Hearts and Tightpants. Whatever. If you keep up that mister stuff I won’t–”



“Will you please tell me what sort of havoc you brought upon the school today?”

“Just today?”


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mr-fujita  asked:

Hello! How are you? First thanks for following me. Well as you know, I'm a big fan of Mr. Hajime from Rurouni Kenshin. but I didn't forget the fact that there's other Saitou Hajime. Some people said to me that It would be nice to watch Hakuouki. And as you are a big fan of it I would like to ask you the major differences of both Saitou Hajimes ^^ Anyway I don't know if you watched RK. Even if you don't what kind of personality Saitou from Hakuouki has? Btw you have a nice tumblr! Love the Chibis

Thanks for such a great question!  (And for your welcome and for checking out my blog!)   😊  (I’m glad you like the chibis.)

I have watched several episodes of RK and enjoyed them.  I had planned to finish watching the whole series, but got busy with writing and life.  Periodically I sneak in another episode.  At least one friend on tumblr [that’s you @shell-senji ] was a RK fan, before getting into Hakuouki.  I know that she enjoyed (and still enjoys) both series a great deal.   🌸

Hakuouki (both the game and the anime) is quite faithful to the events of the fall of the shogunate.  This means that a lot of the Shinsengumi die.  However, Hakuouki has a supernatural element; surprisingly, this doesn’t upset the historical feel of the story as much as you would expect.  🌸

Saitou in Hakuouki is younger and possibly a little less hard/cold than Saitou in RK (he is known for being cold/expressionless, however).  He is a self-declared killer: that’s his job and he does his job with immense skill and near absolute loyalty to his commanding officers and the ideals of the Shinsengumi and the way of the bushi.  Despite what I first thought when I watched RK, there are notable similarities between the characters.  🌸

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The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

Enjolras/Grantaire, Courferre

Summary: Grantaire and Courfeyrac pine for the two new regulars coming to the coffee shop and Montparnasse is 110% done with their shit.
It’s a coffee shop AU. Montparnasse POV.

Based on this set of headcanons.

Part I of The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

(Part II) (Part III)(Part IV)

Rated: T

≈ 2900 words

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To say Montparnasse doesn’t understand people who are able to be in a good mood before 7am would be an understatement and well, it’s not in his nature to do understatements.

People who are happy, smiling, laughing and - worst of all - talking before 7am are the bane of his existence and he’ll understand the workings of the universe before he’ll understand said people.

It’s 6:56.

Courfeyrac bursts through the door of the coffee shop with a grin as wide as the Nile delta.

“Good morning everyone, how are my most favourite co-workers today? I swear to God, I had the most terrific morning, it’s going to be an absolutely perfect day, I can feel it in my -”

“If you say one more word I will destroy everyone you love and care about.”

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dan, you’re drunk go home

summary: vidcon is over, and dan and phil are at the afterparty. dan’s had a bit too much to drink and turns into phil trash #1, and phil’s v embarrassed.  

word count: 2.3k

trigger warnings: drinking, mentions of loud noises, music and crowds

a/n: inspired by dan’s tweet, the reappearance of phil trash #1 at vidcon and various other tweets. disclaimer: i have no way of knowing whether dan was drunk or not when he tweeted, this is just my creative spin on it or something idk

Parties were okay in the beginning. When people were having polite conversations with ice-filled glasses in their hands, old friends caught up with one another, the music was soft and peaceful—Phil preferred it that way. But all parties descended into hyperactivity and noise as evenings draw on.

It was around 12 am when the Vidcon afterparty started getting a little too intense. For Phil, at least.

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why you should love seventeen
  • choi seungcheol: because even though he's the leader he knows every member of the group is important and he will never try to take anything away from his boys. he looks out for them and cares about them and is really generous with his affection. also cheesy af and if you're into that kind of thing he's perfect for u
  • yoon jeonghan: because he's so incredibly patient and kind, and he looks out for his members (just look at him explaining stuff to minghao :-) ) also he's gorgeous and probably actually really sassy. his voice is amazing and if you don't know it yet I'm gonna redirect you to their predebut performance of mirotic
  • joshua hong: because he is a crazy talented musical creator. he can write and compose and rearrange and play the guitar and what more do you want?? his voice is so gentle and soothing and so so lovely to listen to (he's also really lovely to look at he's basically model material) also bboys but I'm gonna just let him battle this one out with minghao
  • wen junhui: because this boy is more than a triple threat he acts really well, can play the piano also really well, is REALLY academically intelligent, pulls off dance like its nbd and has had to learn Korean and can now be the chi-kor mc if he needs to. pls don't underestimate jun because underneath all the good looks he also has so much more to him. warning bc he can also be greasy af but other than that he's good
  • kwon soonyoung: fun fact you may know him as svt's impossibly talented choreographer but know that he could have been placed in vocal unit but decided to be put in performance unit so he could choreograph. also remember that he's a '96 liner with such a huge responsibility but he still pulls it off with a smile and for a boy his age to be doing all this is just so humbling and amazing?? he's also really funny and is really such a warm member of the group. also remember everything revolves around him i'm pretty sure 10:10 has become pledis' auspicious timing
  • jeon wonwoo: because you may think this boy is really quiet and might be cold but he's really not that. he's passionate about what he does, and always gives his 200% no matter what. (he's going to be that one seungcheol has to yell at to go sleep or take a break bc he's sick and will want to keep working) his voice is deeper than the ocean and when he smiles it genuinely feels like nothing could be wrong in the world and it'll make you question why you ever thought he could be a cold person. also be careful bc his jawline could cut through diamond
  • lee jihoon: because this boy is the reason why we have amazing songs we can use to introduce these 13 idiots to our friends. he works so. incredibly. hard. and is so dedicated to his work and puts so much pressure on himself to give nothing but all of himself and if you ever think he's only that kid with the coloured hair who's cute i will sit you down and change your mind. reminder that he's still so young, with so much responsibility i'm just really in awe of him
  • lee seokmin: because this boy is literally a ray of sunshine LOOK AT HIS SMILE. he's also hilarious(go watch andromeda episodes with him in it and slowly fall in love) and has such an impressive set of vocals on him seriously you need to carefully listen to this boy. idk why he's so underrated because he's actually got everything going on for him. also his face is literally so aesthetically pleasing ill just stop before i embarrass myself
  • kim mingyu: because this boy is a hUGE DWEEB. his height is insane idk what he eats but dAmn. pretty sure he's the definition of gentle giant because even though he's the tallest he's also so adorable and warm and deserves to be on the cover of gq and all the magazines. he also loves eating and can manage to look chill af even when he's in an eating competition (which he won btw go watch svt's qmentary)
  • xu minghao: BECAUSE THIS BOY IS THE EMBODIMENT OF ADORABLE. he works really hard to improve his korean and is that one who's really quiet but he catches everything. he's super supportive of his boys and will always be prepared to shoot anyone a supportive grin or nod or just any affirmation because he's so full of love. also loves dogs so he'll probably adopt 10 with you if you're willing. but underneath everything also watch out for this boy bc he's also a gangster (redirects you to all the photos where he's pointing the middle finger) and his b-boying will literally take ur breath away be careful
  • boo seungkwan: because he's so precious. he's the moodmaker of the group and is the reason why we get to learn so much about svt?? think about how effortlessly he can helm an interview or run andromeda and it's really through him that we get to see who seventeen is. not everyone can help bring 13 people to life but seungkwan does that so easily. also his vocals are to die for he's seriously SO talented and he deserves all the happiness. he also works really hard for what he wants,and i just know he will succeed. he loves his mum a lot which is so precious
  • hansol vernon chwe: because he's such a distinctive rapper and again, he's really dedicated to what he believes in and what's he's passionate about. he will fight for what he wants and won't simply keep quiet about what bothers him. this boy has a fire in him and he's really brave (although idk this might get him into trouble some day lol) he's also a really sweet boy to be honest, despite everything.
  • lee chan: because this boy is an amazing dancer. seriously, this kid is only 16 but the way he dances makes it look like he's been practicing for 20 years and his passion is so so admirable. he can choreograph, and does help soonyoung with it, which is amazing?? he has so much potential to go so far and really, if we're lucky enough to watch him grow older and as svt gains more experience, we'll get to see so much of Chan. he's also actually really cheesy and can be a romantic so ~

AU where Stiles is actually a dragon. for smokesforwolves 

Stiles researching a paper or the new big bad in town and following a random link and reading until it’s suddenly 3 in the morning and he has 10 pages of notes about the history of circumcision or kelpie folklore. He can’t help it, once a particular subject catches his eye he just needs to know everything about it. He puts all the information he gathers on a USB stick and he feels calmer when he carries it with him. (His mom collected stories, there are boxes of books in the attic but her favourites were always the kind that were never written down.) 

His mom made him promise never to tell, it had to be a secret, what they were, because there was always someone who still believed and things never ended well for dragons in all the stories. It was an easy promise for him to keep.

Then Scott gets bitten and werewolves are one thing, but how exactly do you tell your friend, ‘Oh and by the way I’m actually a mythical fire-breathing lizard.’ Besides, it was probably better if everyone still thought dragons were just as non existent as unicorns (and god there’s a thought, if he was real, were unicorns still a thing too?).

So he keeps it hidden, and if he’s a little stronger or heals a bit faster than the average human, well, nobody seems to notice (he tries to ignore how much that hurts.) 

Derek looks at him funny sometimes and Stiles wonders if he smells different (his mom always told him dragons were made of smoke and magic and starlight) but he never says anything so neither does Stiles.

Stiles hasn’t changed since his mom died, not even just a little like he used to when he was a kid, just enough to change his eyes and see the colours he never had names for (he googled it once, humans can only see 3 different wavelengths of light, he’s pretty sure dragons can see all of them) and the threads of magic woven through everything. He wonders though, when he watches Derek with his new betas, if pack bonds are something he’d be able to see. (He remembers the threads of light around his mom slowly unravelling and fading away.)

It all comes out eventually, he always knew it would. 

A group of hunters decides it would be fun to finish what Kate started and burn the rest of the Hale pack, and, ‘C’mon guys, really? Fire in the middle of the woods in California during summer. What would Smokey the Bear say?’ Bad Guy Number 1 just smirks at him and asks if he’d like to go first. And honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a better opening than that. If someone’s going be set on fire here, he really is the best choice and these guys look like the special kind of sadists that aren’t going to back down any time soon.

The look on Derek’s face when he says yes breaks something loose inside him and suddenly Stiles is furious at these assholes for putting Derek through this again. 

The kerosene stings his eyes as it splashes over him. Someone is screaming in the background. Stiles watches as the hunter flicks open the flame on his lighter and throw it. Everything after that is a mess of heat and light and fire.

Stiles wakes up naked in a bathtub covered in an emergency thermal blanket and his entire body aches like he just ran a marathon. Which, not the weirdest place he’s ever woken up if he’s being honest. Except. He blinks, yep that’s Derek Hale sitting on the floor next to him.

“Hey,” Stiles croaks, his voice is kinda scratchy and his throat is killing him. “So, I ahh-”

“Don’t,” Derek interrupts him, his voice breaking slightly. “Don’t ever do that again. I can’t-” He pauses, “I thought you were dead, Stiles.”

Stiles grins weakly at him, “Fire can’t kill a dragon.” 

Derek lets out an actual growl at that. “Oh, come on, dude. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to use that,” Stiles says. 

Then after a moment, “I promise.”

In the end it turns out there was minor forest fire, which was quickly brought under control by emergency services. The cause was attributed to careless hikers and not, in fact, a certain magical fire-breathing lizard. 

Centaur Abigail RP

“Shove that cage over top of those three. That one’s pregnant, so don’t kick it, we’ll be rich if we get newborns. For God’s sake, stop poking that one with the branding stick, or I’ll brand you. If that one with the broken leg can’t stand properly, kill it, there’s no use for it. Keep the body, we can stuff it. We have a schedule here, don't—ALLEN I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU GIVE AUSTRALIAN VOICES TO ONE MORE OF THESE THINGS I WILL SHOVE YOU IN A CAGE!”

The man in question froze, glancing over his shoulder at his boss, a wide grin on his face. “Aww, really? But it’s fun!” His smile widened as his boss’s glare became even more icy, and he waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah boss, I got it. Keep doing boss things, you’re doing great.” His boss sneered, but eventually turned away. Allen sniggered, turning to the pale coated centaur caged a foot away. “Don’t worr’ ‘bat it, Allen, that losah wouldn’t know talent if it hit 'im in the fackin’ face!” He murmured, keeping his voice down. Evidently not quiet enough, because he heard heavy footsteps coming fast towards him. He bolted through the aisles of cages, twisting and dodging to avoid fellow employees. He didn’t count on the actual centaurs though, and he was slammed in the gut with a heavy hoof that was sticking out of a cage. The force made the leg snap but it also made him tumble to the ground, and the flailing of his limbs helped him to twirl mid-fall and land on his back, rather than his face. He let out an 'oof’ as he hit the floor, but as he opened his eyes and looked upwards, a bit of colour left his tanned face.

“A-ah, hey boss! Didn’t see ya there.” He said with a grin, despite the slight nervousness in his voice.  His boss growled at the humourous smile, and in a split second, the end of a long metal pipe was slammed into his gut. His boss gripped the top of the pipe, where a small faucet sat on a curved section, giving a perfect handle. “Shit, sorry!” He gasped, flinching and looking to the side as the pipe was raised again. His crimson gaze locked onto something interesting.

“Boss!” He exclaimed, halting the progress of the metal pipe. “Look! It's—Shit, man!” He scrambled to his knees, getting on all fours to peer into the lowest cage. Inside was a female centaur, twisted painfully to fit in the rather small cage, but that wasn’t what he was looking at. Curled in a ball by the centaur’s belly was another body. A baby. As soon as the mother noticed she was being stared at, she kicked her legs out, slamming them against the metal bars. The cage rattled but didn’t move, and the kick only frightened the baby. As Allen’s boss called over a helping hand to drag the other cages off this one, the mother became more frantic, her cover disappearing and making her and her baby easier to see.

“Shit, did someone try and hide them at the bottom, or did they just not notice?” Allen asked, glancing at his boss. He immediately noticed the hungry twinkle in his violet eyes, a greedy look that Allen often mirrored. They could sell a foal for twenty times as much as an adult! The boss murmured something in Russian, his eyes wide, but then he snapped his attention to the area around him. He began calling out names, ordering the centaurs to be separated and for someone to figure out if the father was here. To make a centaur foal docile, they would first need to break it. Physical pain could be done, but mental and emotional trauma would be easier and more efficient. A simple massacre of the foal’s parents would do the trick, and if a centaur wasn’t the father, they could instantly pack it away in the trucks with the centaurs that were already in there.


Oliver sat patiently in the back of the van, humming a song as he scribbled answers down in his sudoku book. His partner, Alfred, sat beside him, watching with a furrowed brow. “So, uh, the nine has to go in the corner?”

“No Alfred, the nine goes anywhere it belongs.”

“But all the nines in this puzzle are in corners.”

“A coincidence, but not a rule, silly.” He explained, gasping as a bump in the road made his 1 become a lightning bolt across the page. He huffed and began to erase it, but their attention was soon pulled away by their driver calling out to them from past the metal grate separating the seats and the large, somewhat empty back. “Arriving at the supposed destination, get ready.”

“Thank you Matthew, dear. I thought you might get bored while we are off searching, so I left some sweets under the passenger seat for you.” He saw a small smile in the driver’s mirror and grinned, satisfied. It only took a few minutes for him and Alfred to get ready, pulling on vests and arming themselves with many different weapons and tools. They weren’t sure what they would find, so they always had to be safe. As soon as the small van slowed to a stop, Alfred stood up and moved to open the door. They both snuck out, staying as quiet as possible. About four hundred meters away, they found a horrifying sight. Centaurs in cages fit for a large dog, not something of their size. Most were braying or crying, and quite a lot were stained with blood and injuries. Most of the centaurs were stored in a large truck, but about half a dozen were still unloaded. Alfred raised a gun to the air and fired.

Chaos erupted. The truck began to move, the employees scrambling to hop inside or grab on, one even getting run over by one of the many tires. The centaurs were terrified even more of the gunshot and began struggling, and Oliver cringed as his ears began to throb from the noise. He noticed two men, one tall with pale hair and the other tan with dark brown hair. They weren’t frantic, but they were definitely worried. They carried something small, a crate of sorts, and both of them were absolutely covered in blood. Oliver bolted. He tugged a small tool from his belt and fired it. The sharp metal piece jabbed into the brunet’s arm, and an electric bolt travelled along the attached string. He dropped his end and began shaking, toppling to the ground. The tall one took that as his cue to leave, and with a longing glance to the small crate, he ran to the truck.

After ten minutes of chaos, it finally died down. Oliver had taken the metal box into the back of the van, and had asked Matthew to call for backup to deal with the half dozen centaurs that were still there. Then, after half an hour of soft arguing between the three of them on the ride home, they finally decided to open the box.

hijikira  asked:

I don't know if you're still doing prompts, but if you are, can you do 42 and/or 44 with Loki? Thanks!

Why not? I don’t write Loki enough ^^ This is the last one though!

Originally posted by hiddlesblog

You certainly didn’t ask anyone to place Loki in your care, actually it was more of a lost bet type thing. Fury refused to make a decision so Tony had the brilliant idea of competing for the babysitter gig. For once in your life, you wished Rainbow Road would cut you a little slack, or that Bowser knew how to drive better than you did. 

So one Mario Kart crash led to another and next thing you knew, you had a makeshift god living under your roof. In all honesty, they had chalked him up to be much worse than he actually was, aside from his rebellious nature and all the sarcasm he was like any overly-angsty drama queen. 

And if he didn’t think he owned the place, you’d have gotten along great. 

“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME I’M GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.” You had tried the polite approach, the annoyed-but-indoor-voice approach, and even the next-time-you-can-fight-me line, but Loki refused to listen.

If there was one thing he knew he valued above all else, it was his privacy, and desperate times called for desperate measures. 

“But my dear, how could you possibly manage that?” He gave you his most charming smile, eyes glimmering with ‘I’m a god and you’re just a mortal.’ Sometimes your fist really wanted to connect with his Asgardian nose. Fury would forgive you - probably. 

“Believe me my dear, I have my ways.” He liked to forget that you had pummeled him to oblivion when he thought it was a good idea to make Germany kneel. 


He used up all the hot water. 

He was almost absolutely sure that if he poured some on your right now, it would boil instantly. You were fuming.

Usually he wouldn’t be so intimidated by a woman wearing nothing but a towel, but what could he say? You were something special. And he was well aware of the fact that you could kick his ass at any time. 

He didn’t complain too much when he moved into the living room.


He thought he was being rebellious, making you pay for taking away his room. And at first it made you angry and uncomfortable and maybe a little in awe when he stopped wearing clothes around the place. 

You got used to it fairly fast, and it got old even faster. The good news was you found a way to make him follow orders too. You weren’t particularly proud of yourself, but hey, kissing a god’s not the worst thing you could do. 

“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.” You didn’t have time to clean the house and supervise Loki, maybe it was too much to hope that he could take care of himself for once. 

“But where’s the fun in that?” He hopped off his place on the couch and trailed you like a really tall (almost naked) puppy. 

“Loki, don’t start.” You would have thrown the dirty plate in your hands at him if it didn’t end in more cleaning for you. 

“Don’t be cruel darling. What do I get in return?” His voice was smoother than the water running down the drain. The glare you sent went straight through him - probably towards his ego - and he spared you the most devilish smirk you had ever seen. 

You put the newly cleaned plate on the counter and walked right up to Loki. If he was intimidated before, this was a whole other level, and he enjoyed every searing moment. 

He closed his eyes after he was backed up into the fridge and your fingers were freezing their prints into his jaw. Your kisses were like a drug, ice on a summer day, a good breeze after a life in the dungeon. He couldn’t help it if he lived for them, or if he was a complete sucker for your lips. And also, what kind of trickster would he be if he didn’t milk this treat for all it was worth? As far as he knew it was the only time you’d ever kiss him, so a little obedience was worth it. 

The feeling of fireworks dancing over Loki’s skin didn’t last long enough. When you pulled away the colours behind his eyes dimmed again and  he was left wanting more; always more. One day he might give into his urge to chase after your lips, but that would be after he could swear those beautiful E/C eyes wouldn’t hurt him. 

He went to get dressed without another word, stuck wishing the tingle on his lips would never go away.