summary: Dan is drowning is textbooks, and he can’t help it that he falls asleep in the library. Phil, an art major, can’t help it that he draws the sleeping boy, and neither of them can help the relationship that blooms.
word count: 5.1k idek i thought this would be a lot shorter oops im not sorry
tw: i think none, unless you count voyeurism as one
Summary: It is said that true love can overcome any obstacles. For Lucy, who has dreamt of finding true love for almost all her life, she longed for the day where she would finally have her fateful encounter with her destined on the other end of her red thread of fate. Love could never bring her pain, or would hurt her in any way. This she thought, and lived her days by as a normal high school student. Till she met Natsu… Exorcist AU
part 3. Nalu.
AN: I hope no one’s lost/dead/out for blood yet cause here come part two (or three in this AU) of this chapter! I have to say, i hella enjoyed writing this AU as i’ve always really liked, or more like obsessed, over things like myths and legends, folklore and historical thingamabobs since ages ago. So when @nanakoblaze came up with this AU, BAM!, so many ideas came crashing in, it was really hard to just settle on one! So i hope ya’ll enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! Ciao!
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the collar of her coat closer to her neck, her breath fogging up in front of
her, muttering curses as she glared heatedly into the back of the all too smug
looking kitsune in front of her – looking extremely toasty and fine despite
only wearing his ever present white scarf and gold-trimmed blue robes combo,
the cerulean gems on his headband and ear ornament glinting almost mockingly at
her as the skies were anything but
that bright blue.
things, the last key just had to show
up during our school trip, in a shrine, up a bloody hill!” She growled, trudging through the ankle deep snow
begrudgingly, “And in the middle of
winter! I’m so gonna give Gray a piece of my mind when this is over.”
brow lifted, and Natsu chuckled in amusement, “What did that pervert even do to
“He existed.” Lucy replied darkly, crushing
the snow beneath her feet particularly hard for extra measure.
at the dorms, a certain snow yokai felt a shiver run down his spine.
Guzma jolts awake in a swath of sweat to
find Plumeria squeezing his hand.
It’s dark, but he can still discern the
familiar shape of her face swimming amongst the stilled shadows. Her hair has
been let down, waterfalling over her shoulders in whorls of pink and yellow to
frame high cheekbones. She sits beside him over the blankets, her brow crinkled
in pointed concern, and for a moment in the last gasps of the steeping haze
that was his nightmare, she looks like someone he’d rather not see.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, mellow,
considerate, and nothing at all like Lusamine’s. “You okay?”
its being with him that gave ‘actions speak louder than words’ a real meaning to me. he tries hard, but i know its a struggle for him to express how he feels to me. but i know he tries. i can tell.
its when he huffs and rolls his eyes at my jokes that i know.
its how he holds me close to him when we’re at a table with his friends. how his hand rests atop of my my thigh, while his thumb strokes my skin, sometimes bare and other times through the material of what i’m wearing. sometimes his hand will skid down my leg until he’s touching my skin again, because he can’t let my skirt stop him from feeling my skin under his fingertips.
its how he always needs to be touching me, like to make sure i’m still by his side. if its not a hand on my thigh, its around my waist or holding my own hand, our fingers intertwined.
he loves hugs, or hugging me i guess. he really loves that. i think he enjoys way too much the fact that i’m shorter than him. he’ll kiss my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head as we wraps his arms around me. he’ll hold me for God knows how long and when he pulls back, he’ll be fighting really hard to hold back the huge smile that’s trying to break out because he always feels better after hugging me. he’ll hug me when he’s frustrated because of school. when he’s sad his hugs are really long. i know he won’t want to talk for a while, or at all. he’ll just want to hold me until he doesn’t feel as bad.
its the smile he smiles back after i laugh at something he says, even if i’m making fun of him.
its the way he kisses me. his lips are almost always chapped but that doesn’t stop him from making my head spin with his kisses.
its how he holds my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks when we kiss softly. his soft kisses are the best, he’s always so gentle but still sensual at the same time (when needed).
its how he grips my hips when we’re making out. he’ll hold me tightly, his hands will make their way down my body, stopping at my ass to give it a firm, hard squeeze before doing the same to my thighs. then he’ll stop being rough and it’ll just be slow and tender caresses on my skin. he’s not much of a tongue guy when it comes to making out, but fuck, he knows how to use it.
its how his lips will move down my neck at an agonizingly slow pace. biting, kissing, sucking at the skin, bruising it just enough for it to be noticeable, but not enough for me to have to cover it up.
its how he’ll hold me when we’re alone, in bed, making sure he’s touching my skin. whether it be by tracing my patterns up and dow my back, along my hips, down my thighs.
its how he’ll burry his head in my neck after i’ve taken a shower. he’ll breathe in and out, his warm breath tickling my neck. i’ll squirm in his arms and tell him it tickles. he’ll laugh and blow on my skin, holding me tighter as he does so. then he’ll be kissing me neck, soft, wet kisses across my skin, still tender from the scolding hot water of my shower.
its how we don’t need to talk for hours when we’re together. he just needs to be holding me, touching me.
“what are you doing to me, princess?” he’ll whisper as he kisses up my neck, bruising the skin right below my jaw. he’ll then trail kisses along my jawline before finally reaching my lips. upon which he’ll plant a thousand soft kisses before pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“hmm” he’ll mumble again. “you’ll be the death of me.”
I saw this draw the squad meme on my dash and I just started cackling at how perfect a setup it was for TEW and I just couldn’t help myself… This was just a quick warmup since it’s traced over the poses, obviously :) but I figured I’d share, mwahaha!
A/N: Sigh, well here I am again with another drabble. After I’m done with Feudal World, I plan on working on a “Kaede having to deal with the InuKag family” project. I don’t know if I can capture her well enough but I’m going to try.
The kids were tormented by the pregnancy, and it was
probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to watch since losing my eye and
sister in the same week.
Kuroo Tetsurou is a witch’s apprentice living above The
Black Cat, a magic supply store where he also works. When his master
leaves him for an assignment in China, and his best friends Oikawa Tooru
and Iwaizumi Hajime abandon him for a working vacation on the
beach, Kuroo commits the taboo and summons a demon to help him in the
shop and help drive back the loneliness that lingers in the shadows.
the demon he summons isn’t the type of demon he expects, and he finds
himself stuck with it with no idea of how to return it to where it
Prompt by khoryujane: An AU where Phil is the director and Melinda is his lead actress going to an after party (hosted by Tony Stark) with snazzy suits and dancing (and Tony’s reaction) Notes: I am SO SORRY for how long this took me. I appreciate prompts so much, but they take me forever to write and feel good enough about it to post it. And when I tried to post this earlier, tumblr ate your ask up! I was so upset. Anyway, thank you so much for your patience and for prompting me! This is completely unbetaed and honestly I don’t know what happened with it. It had a mind of its own once I started, but I hope you enjoy it. Haha!
Title and lyrics are from Michael Buble’s song “Hold On.” (which is a totally sweet Philinda song, just sayin’)
“Phil!” Pepper Potts smiled warmly, ignoring Phil’s outstretched hand and hugging him instead. “Long time, no see. I’m so glad you were able to make it after all.”
“Plans changed and I was suddenly free to come tonight. You look lovely. As does your ballroom.” Phil answered, smiling as she pulled away. He didn’t mention that he had forced his schedule to change once he was alerted that a certain woman would be in attendance, but he wasn’t exaggerating in his compliments.