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A Hundred Lesser Faces

@surana17​ said

Hi :) not exactly a prompt, but more of a musing. What do you think would happen if Claire went to Lallybroch first, instead of Edinburgh/printshop? Thanks for your great fics, girls!

Welp, musing it might have been, but here we now are! Thank you for an inspiring prompt!! -Mod Bonnie 


November, 1766

“Hello, again.”

A breeze carried my words overtop the horse’s head, bearing them toward the neat stone walls just visible in the distance; and having said it, I felt something—yes—relief shudder down my spine. Despite the years, despite everything…it did still feel like my home. Divinely-sent or mere desperation, I took the reassurance with all my heart, and kicked my mount hard toward Lallybroch; toward home. 

It had been a last-minute decision, to come here, instead of to Edinburgh. In fact, I’d been fully through the stones and in Inverness boarding the carriage that would deliver me south! Then something clicked into place and before I even stopped to question myself, I was exchanging the coach fare for a horse and saddle, wondering why Lallybroch hadn’t been my plan from the start. 

Well, no—I knew exactly why. Because the idea of going anywhere but directly into Jamie’s arms had seemed ludicrous. 

He was ALIVE. And so close—I was *so close* to having him again, it was like a physical pain in my chestthe longing—the wanting….

But *think*, Beauchamp, I’d counseled myself in those vital seconds on the mounting block: a visit to Lallybroch will yield me *actual* information as to the whereabouts of those arms; a far cry more reliable than your hunch from a two-hundred year old artifact! I mean, *good Lord*, consider all the variables, here! Perhaps he’s moved to new premises across town! What if he’s abandoned his nom de plume for another and there is no longer an A. Malcolm printing in Edinburgh? What if he’s been so successful in his business, he’s moved to London to join a larger firm? Hell, what if he’s decided to make his fortune as a fur trader in Canada, for heaven’s sake?? 

Yes, the closer I got to Lallybroch, the more confident I was in the wisdom of my sudden volte-face. Even overlooking the more remote possibilities that may have taken him out of Scotland, a quick chat with Jenny and Ian could easily save me days or even weeks of roaming around Edinburgh asking after red-headed printers; and as an unarmed woman traveling alone and with limited funds, this was more than prudent, no matter how you looked at it. 

AND…. well

I mean, surely, even if he did still occupy the shop in Carfax Close, he would visit home occasionally….

….and there was always the chance that even NOW, he might be…he COULD be…

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Beauchamp. One leap at a time.

I dismounted and led the horse on foot for the final approach up the road toward the house, as much for my own pounding heart as for the beast’s sake.  Dear God…almost exactly the same as I left it twenty years ago. 

The trees overhanging the dooryard; the sounds of cooking and chatting and children playing from inside the house; even the customary pack of dogs that heralded my arrival through the archway, howling and barking as befitted their time-honored station…Yes, it was home. My home. 

“What do you think, lads?” I laughed softly, holding out my knuckles for the slobbering, leaping home guard to sniff. “Do I pass muster?” 

Apparently I did, for they all began vying for my attention. I obliged happily, scratching behind ears with my free hand and murmuring dog-lover-nonsense to each of them in turn, wondering if goodwill and trust could be passed down canine generations.

“A good morning to ye, Mistress!” 

I turned to see a stableboy of about ten hurrying across the dooryard toward me. A stranger, to my eyes, but with a warm, friendly manner, he bobbed a quick bow. 

“Good morning!” I replied with a grateful smile as I relinquished the horse. “And what’s your name, lad?”

At my words, he jumped and uttered a gaelic curse, his reaction so violent that he dropped the reins and caused the horse to rear. It wasn’t until I’d reclaimed the beast—nearly getting my teeth knocked in— and turned panting back to the boy, to his pale and frightened face, that I realized what had been his curse: sassenach. Said not in affection, the way Jamie had from the beginning, and Jenny and others had picked up from time to time in jest: but in fear and disgust. The vehemence of it felt like a blow to my gut, and for the first time, I felt afraid, ludicrous as it was to be bowed before a young boy. Before, I’d been only suspicious to Highlanders. Now, after Culloden, after the Clearances—I was, objectively, the enemy

The boy, to his credit, recovered with a good show of politeness, retrieving the reins and offering a murmured apology. He did *not*, though, offer his name.  “Are ye expected at the house this morn, Mistress?” (Do you have a reason for being here, or are you an English informant fixing to burn the place down?) 

“I’m an old friend of the family,” I said, with a concerted confidence and ease that I hoped would reassure him, “but, no, I’m not expected.” 

In fact, I could say with absolute confidence that I would be the least expected person ever to darken Lallybroch’s door. 

“Oh, aye,” the boy said. Polite. Wary. “If you’ll just follow me, Mistress, I’ll put awa’ the horse and then show ye inside until someone will be in to receive ye.” 

Someone. Someone. 

My heart thumped and my hope screamed piercingly in my ears:

Jamie. Jamie. JAMIE. 

My hands were shaking. I had to swallow and moisten my mouth to get the words out as I followed behind the boy toward the hitching post. “I beg your pardon, but does the…?” Nothing to lose, at this point, I suppose. “Is the laird in residence?”

“Mr. Jamie?” the boy asked over his shoulder, clearly surprised by the inquiry. “Aye, ‘course.”  

He was here. 

I nearly fainted where I stood. 

Thank God!! Thank GOD I trusted my gut and came here instead of going to Edinburgh. 

Jamie was near. My Jamie could be HERE at any moment! 

God, what will—

“But he’s no’ to home just at present,” the boy added hastily. “Went up to Broch Morda for the day.”

“Oh! Oh, that’s—that’s quite alright.” In fact, it was a relief. I would have time to think, to plan; to prepare myself. 

Dear God, Jamie! 

“Shall I send a message after him to let him know you’ve business wi’ him, Mistress?”

It should be alone, when we met to give him time to react in private — Lord, would he faint? Scream? Regardless, I did not want to be responsible for giving Jamie a premature cardiac arrest. 

 “That’s very kind, lad, but no, I’ll wai—”

“It’s Jamie Murray, he means.”

I whirled, my heart crushed with realization before I even finished the turn. Of *course* Jamie Fraser was no longer the laird; I’d known that; I KNEW that.

But even the ache of my desperation for Jamie vanished for that moment as I took in the sight of the woman standing in the open kitchen doorway. Older, weathered, just like me–but the same. My eyes filled with tears of joy and love and relief and I gave a little sob as I made to run to her, to embrace her. 

But I was halted by a cold voice I didn’t recognize. “He’s no’ here.” 

I stared as a dead person stares, looking but without conscious thought. It was a stranger speaking, a hostile stranger showing not a scrap of surprise or pleasure at my appearance. And her eyes—God, those blue eyes so very like his—staring me down— so bone-chillingly cold —

No, not just distant…..


Jesus, I wanted to whimper, Don’t you recognize me, sister? It’s ME…

But she did recognize me; and she did not like what she saw. 

I braced my shoulders. Met her eye. And tried not to let my wounds show. 

“Hello, Jenny.” 

Waking EXO Up with Kisses

Contains: fluff / kisses / cuddles / pillows / cuteness

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// Minseok

In the middle of the night, you had felt him wake up and saw him massaging his neck.  He’d told you that he was okay and to go back to sleep, but now that it was morning, you were worried that he could still be hurting.

You leaned over began lightly kissing Minseok’s neck, and soon he began giggling and raised his shoulder to block you.

“That tickles, Jagi!”

“Are you feeling okay?  Your neck, I mean.”

“It feels fine now, I just slept on it wrong.  …You don’t have to stop kissing me though,” Minseok said with a smirk while pulling your closer by your chin.

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// Junmyeon

You lifted your head off the tome that had been your pillow that night and you looked next to you at Junmyeon, who was still asleep on his.  You had fallen asleep while reading together.  

Afraid he would drool on his copy, you were about to shake him awake, but then you remembered the last thing you had read: the main character was woken up with kisses by one of the love interests, and you had thought it was very romantic.  You looked down and reread the paragraph and decided to do exactly what the character did.  You took his face in your hand and pressed loving kisses to his jaw.

Junmyeon woke up right away and you felt him smile under your touch.  When you backed up and looked down at him, he had the happiest smile you’d ever seen on his face.  He rolled on top of you to return the favor.

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// Yixing

You woke up just before sunrise after your first night sleeping in Yixing’s bed, which you didn’t mean to do, you had just gotten so tired, and apparently so had he.  When you looked next to you, you saw he hadn’t even changed out of his clothes from the previous day.

And then you were flooded with memories from yesterday, how much fun you’d had with your new boyfriend, how he’d treated you like royalty and held your hand all day.  Your face inched closer and closer to his, wondering if you could get away with this without him noticing.

As heavy of a sleeper as he was, he did eventually notice you kissing his cheek and looked up at you with a small smile.

“Do you want to keep doing that?”

You nodded shyly and he smiled even larger then got more comfortable.  “I’m ready~!”

So overtaken by your affection, he could only accept your love for a short time before reciprocating.

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// Baekhyun

He was taking so long to wake up on his own.  So, so long.  You had decided to wait patiently, because he looked so peaceful sleeping, but you couldn’t take it anymore.  You two had a fun day ahead, if he would just wake up.

You put your book on the nightstand and nudged him.  Nothing.

Then you ruffled his hair.  Nothing.

Then you kissed him.  And he couldn’t help but giggle.

“Am I your sleeping prince, Jagi?” he asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed at that.  “Maybe you are~  Now get up!  We have things to do.”

But unfortunately, your plans would have to wait until Baekhyun was through kissing you back.  Look at what you started!

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// Jongdae

You woke up with his arms around you, almost nose-to-nose with him.  You were already so close, you might as well just close the gap.  So you did, and at first, you could have sworn you felt him kiss you back.  So you kissed him harder, and he pulled away.

And your eyes widened when you saw his nose crinkle up.

“What?” you asked.

“Morning breath, ugh!”

Your jaw fell and you hit him on the stomach, but he just burst out laughing anyway at how upset you looked.  You flipped over and wrestled away from him when he tried to regain a hold on you.

“You know I didn’t mean it, don’t be like that, Jagiii!!”

You resisted for as long as you could, but you really did want to kiss him again, even if he had morning breath too.  Eventually you gave up and let him climb on top of you.

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// Chanyeol

You woke up with over a dozen stuffed toys surrounding you and your sleeping boyfriend.  You liked plushies, and there were some on your bed at home, but Chanyeol just couldn’t bring himself to choose less than all of them every night so that none of them would feel left out.  You thought it was too cute that he was thinking that way, but you still weren’t used to sleeping among so many soft toys.

He was so cute when he slept, too.  You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to smile in his sleep.  After a couple more, he was grinning from ear to ear and you weren’t sure that he was sleep anymore.  When you stopped, you saw him crack an eye open to peek at you, then quickly close it when he saw you looking back at him.  He made a small snoring sound and tried to suppress his grin.  You could either disappoint him, or keep giving him what he wanted, and you decided to make him happy.

After a while, he opened his eyes, smiling as big as if he won a daesang.  “You must really love my face, Jagi~”

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// Kyungsoo

Who gets to wake up to the most kissable lips in the world every morning?  You do!  Unless their owner has gotten up before you to cook breakfast, but today was not one of those days.  You woke up with Kyungsoo soundly asleep next to you and counted yourself lucky once again.

You didn’t even think about it; you just kissed him.  But after you pulled away, he rolled on his side away from you!

“Hey!” you cried out.  You saw Kyungsoo jolt awake and roll back over to face you.  You hadn’t meant to be so loud, but how dare he?!

“I just wanted to kiss you,” you said quieter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grumbled.

“And you just r o l l e d away, like I’m some gross thing and–”

You had to stop talking because Kyungsoo kissed you, a long, full kiss, not just one to make you shut up.  But it did make you shut up.

“I was asleep,” he said with a tiny laugh.  “And I’m going back to sleep.”

“It’s time to get up, though.  It’s 9AM.”


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// Jongin

You usually woke up before him, so that wasn’t new, but Jongin was looking particularly fine this morning as he slept.  Instead of being all over the place, his hair had somehow stayed relatively neat all night.  You could barely hear his breathing and he had this peaceful look on his face, and you just couldn’t help yourself.

You moved close to him and decided you would kiss his cheek until he felt it and woke up.

You sat there with your lips on his face for a full minute, and he didn’t even stir.

This time, you kissed him with intent and he woke up, confused.

“The rest of the pizza is in the tree…!  Don’t hit the camel…”  He usually wasn’t very coherent when he was woken up, which always made you laugh, and it took a moment for him to remember where he was.

Jongin looked at you, and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed him again!

He had a confused smile on his face, but kissed your cheek back.

Then you kissed his.

Then he kissed yours, and exploded with laughter.

You also laughed, and this kept going back and forth for about ten minutes, then you both got on your phones.

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// Sehun

Last night you’d woken up several times because you felt like you were in a freezer.  No matter how many times you snatched them back, Sehun kept stealing the covers in his sleep.  You know he hadn’t meant to do it, but you were going to get him back anyway.  You snuck out of bed, picked up Vivi, and got a bit of dog food.

Sehun was still asleep, so you dropped Vivi next to him, put the food on his cheek, and let Vivi eat it.  Once Vivi started licking his face, you gave him your own kisses on his other cheek.

He began laughing and sat up, confused about what was going on.

“Jagi, what are you doing?”

You sat up and put Vivi in his lap, who continued licking his face.

“Stop.  Stealing.  All.  The.  Covers!” you said with a kiss between each word.

“I didn’t know I was doing that!”  But he didn’t stop the barrage of love from you and Vivi.

“I know.  But stop it.”

He put Vivi on the floor, hugged you, and gave you a kiss on the cheek back.

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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 2

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I would like to thank everyone for the love you all showed for the first part of this story. It motivated me to work through my writer’s block and get the second chapter of this story posted. Without further adue:

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut definitely in next chapter)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (Reader), BTS, and Jung (Reader’s brother)

Word Count:6,061

Summary:  Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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Headcanon that Alec starts spending hours every night after they put the kids to bed studying Spanish. At first, Magnus continually tires to usher him to bed, telling him that he’ll pick up more Spanish than he thinks just by speaking it. But after weeks of Alec responding with, “If you want to help me, that’s fine. But don’t keep me from this,” Magnus finally gives in and simply begins making Alec coffee each night, sitting with him until they’re both too tired to study any longer.

For Rafael’s 16th birthday, Alec gives him a letter that he has written entirely in Spanish. In it, Alec explains everything from what he first felt when they decided to adopt Rafe to the first time he watched Rafael kill a demon. Rafael can’t quite make sense of any of this, though. Sure, it’s touching and meaningful to him, but just why his father would tell him all of these things is beyond him. At least, it was until he finishes the letter. 

“When you found out just how much I was studying Spanish,” it read in Alec’s neat script, “Your ten-year-old self cried because you thought your dad was breaking his back doing something you didn’t even need him to do in the first place. But I’ve spent all this time studying Spanish, not because I ever thought you needed that of me, but because I simply wanted to be able to show you my love in a way that was all my own. The hours spent studying and stressing were nothing compared to the smile on your face when you realized I’d finally pronounced something correctly or I’d finally grasped a certain grammatical concept. All those years ago, you asked me why, and I wouldn’t explain it to you back then. But here is my answer, son: for you; always and forever will it be for you.”

Jared Leto Imagine - His ‘friends’ are mean to you

Anonymous said:Can you do an imagine with Jared and the reader , the reader goes to one of his shows and backstage when Jared steps away for a sec some of Jared’s friends make fun and call her a groupie and the reader gets really uncomfortable and leave and Jared gets pissed and all that , you know how to make a good story happen💞

A/N: Hi love and thanks for requesting. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it :)

Also if someone doesn’t know what a groupie is, I’ll help you out. A groupie = A young woman who seeks to achieve status by having sex with rock musicians, roadies, security, and other band-related guys.

Your P.O.V.

My entire body felt like a bottle of coke that had been shaken too much. I was simply so excited and happy today. Why? I won a internet competition and now I’d have a meet and greet with Jared Leto from 30 Seconds To Mars! He was my idol and I couldn’t be gladder to see him in person. 

After two weeks of waiting , the moment was finally here. I made sure that my outfit was on point before going further inside. I was wearing blue shorts, a long sleeved white shirt, fishnet socks with black boots. Then I had my echelon necklace and a few rings. I didn’t do much to my hair, because I didn’t want to seem overdone. The most important thing was the fact that I’d meet him.

So with a pass around my neck I was allowed to the backroom where Jared was. He was shooting for a movie these times, but he made time for this. So basically I was here at the set with loads of people around us.I didn’t mind. A big metallic green door opened and a guard told me to go. That I did.

He was right there in front of my eyes. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on my idol. He was talking to a group of men and they seemed to have a nice conversation. Time seemed to freeze. I mean, he was there for real! Jared fucking Leto in his fancy ass clothes and that slick look on his entire body. He had black pants, grey sneakers and a blue button-up shirt.His brown hair was put back with gel and he had a short stubble, because he had to shave his cute beard for this role.  Then he turned around, probably because he heard the door.

‘’Hi!’’ He chirped happily when he saw me. Jesus christ. What was air? ‘’Hi’’ I tried to say as normally as I could, but the second I moved my mouth, I wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Jared noticed that I was struggling to do anything so he walked over with his strong arms wide open. It was very inviting to hug him. So I did that. I wrapped my arms around him and felt how he did the same to me, squeezing me into a real nice hug. He smelled really nice, like cologne. Then he was warm. His hug just confirmed that he was real, he existed!

‘’So you’re the lucky gal?’’ Jared asked me happily after a while. I stepped back and looked into his blue eyes. It was so surreal. ‘’I guess so’’ I answered him. To my surprise I was shy. ‘’I’m Y/N’’ I added, for some reason needing to tell him my name. ‘’That’s a pretty name. I’m Jared’’ He let me know and I laughed. Of course I knew who he was. ‘’Oh shoot’’ He suddenly breathed out sharply. He touched his torso and then his pockets, like he was looking for something. ‘’I’m gonna go and get the camera so we can take a picture. I’ll be back before you know it’’ Jared promised me. I nodded and he hurried to find a camera. He was literally jogging. I was left alone with his friends.

‘’So what will your story be?’’ One of them with raven black hair spoke up. I turned to look at the small gang with only three men now. ‘’Huh?’’ I gave him a confused look. They shared a laugh and then came closer, making me a little nervous. ‘’How will you try to fuck him?’’ The same man cleared his words. My eyes widened in surprise. Was he serious? ‘’I..I’m not trying to do that’’ I defended myself, suddenly feeling really bad. Why would they think so?

‘’Save it girl, you’re obviously some kind of a slut. Just look at you!’’ The guy with dark brown hair and a huge white T spat this time. Ouch. My breath hitched in my throat. They all checked me out with nasty looks. ‘’Just admit it, you’re a groupie’’ The last man spoke. That felt really bad. ‘’No I’m not!’’ I sighed and shut my eyes for a while.

‘’Well your lies ain’t bulletproof. You should go before he comes back. We don’t have time to fuck around, you’re wasting time’’ The raven guy told me harshly. Suddenly my eyes stung. I felt like crying and those tears wouldn’t be happy tears. ‘’But I came to see him, not to fuck him’’ I whimpered, blinking away tears that foolishly landed down my face. It felt bad, really bad.

‘’Go on, leave. Tears won’t save a nasty little groupie. What if you’ve got aids or something?’’ One of them laughed out loud, making the others laugh as well. That’s it. Jared would come back seeing me in tears and he’d never believe me. I turned around and headed towards the door. This felt unreal. I never expected to leave early feeling like total shit.

Before I could push the door open, I heard Jared’s voice. ‘’Guys what the hell?’’ He barked, sounding angry as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine and I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my tears in. ‘’We’re just helping ya out mate’’ One of them scoffed, playing innocent. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. ‘’Get out of here now before I get angrier’’ Jared warned his so called friends. Then I heard his footsteps coming closer. ‘’Are you serious?’’ One of the guys asked Jared in disbelief.

‘’I said get the hell away from me or else you’ll regret staying’’ He yelled loudly, making me flinch. Talk about a first meeting gone wrong. A couple seconds later we were left alone and I felt like I would burst. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around so he could see my face. He didn’t seem angry anymore, more disappointed. 

‘’I’m so sorry’’ He whispered and put a hand on my jaw, making me look at him. I tried to speak, but I was choking on tears so nothing came out. Instead I shook my head and faked a smile. ‘’I don’t know why they would say those things..damn’’ Jared continued and then took a deep breath. ‘’It’s okay’’ I lied, not wanting to bother him. 

Meeting Jared was overwhelming enough but this was over the top. If I’d be home, I’d put Thirty Seconds To Mars on my speakers and cry out to them. Now I felt lost and confused. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt too anxious to keep it in. ‘’It’s not okay. That’s really a dick ass move from them’’ He growled under his breath. Jared seemed upset as well, but more angry upset. ‘’Maybe I should go, I don’t want to ruin anything’’ I thought out loud. I tried to step back, but Jared didn’t let me off hook so easily. He grabbed my wrists and more or less forced me to stay.

‘’Y/N’’ He said my name seriously. That’s all it took to make the tears fall down my face. I sniffled and then I looked down, attempting to hide my face from him. Damn this was embarrassing. ‘’I think that we should have a second chance to meet. One without those douche bags’’ Jared started something suggestive. What was he talking about? ‘’How about I make it up to you and we go out and do something sometime?’’ He suggested hopefully. I looked at him like he was joking. Then he saw that I was crying.

jared wiped away my tears with his thumb, making me feel better. ‘’Would that be fun?’’ He cooed after a while. I nodded and then cracked a small smile. Man this guy knew what to do. ‘’That’s good’’ He smiled back and pulled me close. I knew he was a cuddler, but this was really comforting. ‘’So how about we calm down, ignore those idiots, take some pics, walk around and then change numbers?’’ Jared made a plan. ‘’That sounds neat’’ I replied and felt much better. I was so surprised that he decided to comfort me and tell his friends to go away. I was just a fan after all.

‘’That’s good to hear’’ He admitted and patted my back. Now I sure knew why he was my idol. Not only was he a good artist, but he was an amazing person.

Meant To Be (part 2)

You are a badass muggle-born Gryffindor girl in your 6th year. Your life is perfect in Hogwarts, you have friends, you study well and you can forget there your horrible relationship with your parents. But once, for a winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle and this decision give you the chance to get to know Sirius Black. And from that day, you are bound to the other.
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Sirius Black

We were having breakfast on the first school day after winter break. Everyone of my friends were talking about how they spent the time and how much they enjoyed it. When Peter shared us that he “almost died in pleasure when first ate his best-ever mum’s cook when arrived home”, he gave me an apologetic look and quickly added:

“Sorry, Padfoot.”

But I just smiled at that sentence. Even if I couldn’t have an enjoyable celebrating with a family that filled with love; I’ve had the best winter break ever in my life. Y/N and I became very good friends and I realized we really did spent the whole time together.

She was so curious about our secret places in the castle and my “special” prank tricks, so I taught her small hexes and jinxes, but she “definitely didn’t want to use them on people”. I loved that mischievous side of her that started to appear slowly. It’s not like that it is the only thing why I liked her. It was clear on the first day when we met that Y/N is looking good. Very good, to be honest. But during the break, when she laughed on something, it was the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. And her smile was just simply incredible according to me. I haven’t seen Y/N’s smile before, so I didn’t know how much it makes her appearance more beautiful.

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While this is going on, the boys were at the bar just a few short walk away.

I felt like making this after noticing the Oscar are tomorrow, so I quickly made this neat drawing of Moana and Judy greeting each with good lucks to each other.

Now, I would make it just a Zootopia wins picture ,especially since I’m a Zootopia fan. But, I wanted to be fair with Moana fans, since it’s also getting the same kind of praise. So, a compromise is being made between to two characters. Anyway, enjoy this awesome picture, and good luck to both films at the Oscars.

…Mostly Zootopia.

House of Cards: Chapter 2 (M)

Taehyung x Reader, with Jungkook

Genre: Smut, a little angst, slightly fluffy

Warning: Infidelity. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 2,133 words

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Sighing, you locked the door of the apartment behind you and tossed the keys into a bowl on the shoe cabinet beside the door. You kicked your shoes off, not bothering to put them properly in their place and trudged into the living room, tossing your handbag and jacket on the floor. It had been a harrowing day and you did not come out of it in a happy mood.

You slumped down on the couch and massaged your temples, but it was not helping in alleviating your headache. Distraction from your worries came in the form of a soft vibrating sound against the floor. At first you ignored it, unable to bother acknowledging it, and it stopped after a while. However, just a few moments passed before it started again, so you pushed yourself up with a groan and walked over to where you dumped your bag on the floor to retrieve your phone from inside it. The name flashing on the screen made you swipe to accept the call right away.


“Hey you,” the deep voice teasing you on the other end lightened your spirits a little, but not enough to make you smile. “Can I come over?”

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Thief (Part 5)

Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing…. i think that might be it this chapter. 

Hope you enjoy this little chapter. If you want to read the previous chapters for thief they can be found here;;;;;
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Part Two 
Part Three 
Part Four 

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Lincoln would heal that much was obvious with very little medical training, which was good because you had very little medical training, your skills obviously in other areas. As it was the most you could do for him was clean the blood from his wounds, bandage them and let him sleep. Regain his strength through rest.

With nothing else to do you for him you slipped from the cave only to come face to face with Octavia the young woman from before.

“You made it?”

“Clearly” you crossed your arms over your chest staring at her. “You have some sort of feelings towards Lincoln?”

She blushed turning an adorable shade of pink as she started to fidget on the spot. “He got hurt because of me”

“How exactly is this because of you?”

“He was looking after me, Finn and Bellamy they thought he was hurting me and somehow he ended up stabbed and then everything was just crazy”

Lincoln was looking after you?” Lincoln was strange in many of grounder customs but you never would have thought he would deliberately disobey them and help one of the sky people. Then again wasn’t that exactly what you were doing, you had been meeting with Finn, had been plotting against your own people. That was going to end. “Why was Lincoln looking after you in the first place?”

“I fell” she pointed towards the steep cliff near to the entrance of the cave. “I fell there and hurt my ankle, knocked myself out. Woke up in the cave. Lincoln had taken me inside and bandaged up my ankle”

“You like him?”

She was blushing again but this time not out of embarrassment. “I like him”

Sighing you rubbed a hand over your face. This could only go badly. A relationship between a grounder and a sky person. It would never end well. Ignoring the pang of your conscious that told you only hours before you’d been having very similar thoughts about this girl’s brother.

“Lincoln’s still asleep. He needs to rest but he’ll be fine. Watch him”

“You mean… you aren’t staying?”

You shook your head. “I have to go back to my own people, I won’t say anything about you Octavia Blake of the Sky people but I advise you to be very careful with this relationship whatever it is with you and Lincoln”

“Careful?” she questioned. “Why?”

“You know the answer to that already, it’s why you haven’t told your brother where you are or who you’ve come to see”

She avoided your eyes at that proving that she knew exactly what you were talking about. Moving around her she caught your wrist in her hand holding you still.

“Thank you”

“For what? Lincoln? He’s my friend there is no thanks needed”

“No not for Lincoln. For Finn, he would have died without you”

You swallowed tightly at that. He still might die, the antidote was not always 100% effective, a fact you hadn’t told to them. You hoped you’d managed to give it to Finn before the poison got too advanced into his system.

“For Finn also there is no need to thank me” you said softly, pulling your wrist out of Octavia’s grasp you melted back into the shadows of the forest.


“You’re looking better”

“I hear that’s thanks to you” Finn smiled at you from his position on the ground sat leaning against a tree. “Thank you Y/N, for saving my life”

“Did they tell you what happened?” you dropped down onto the floor beside Finn. Curious as to what the other sky people had actually told him about what happened while he was passed out.

“You mean the other grounder and you escaping again? Yeah they told me. Gave me a laugh if nothing else. Bellamy’s face when you vanished once more”

You were going to guess that Bellamy had failed to mention to his people that he had in fact caught you before leaving and that this time it was him who had voluntarily let you go, he had chosen to let you escape.

“Finn we need to talk about something… something is going to happen because of this. Anya is furious and I don’t know how long she’s going to hold herself back anymore”

“Can you stop her?”

“Me?” you questioned in shock “No, of course not”


“Finn I don’t have that kind of influence over Anya. I’m not her second or even an advisor to her war council. Sure I can try and talk to her but that may just make the situation even worse”

Finn was looking more and more dejected of which you couldn’t blame him. The tension between your two groups of people had started to reach boiling point and it didn’t seem that there was any way of solving it.

“If only we could… maybe try and get Anya and Clarke in the same place. They could talk rather than just hurling attacks at each other” you regretted the words almost instantly because Finn’s face lit up in delight.

“That’s it! It’s perfect. You get Anya and I’ll get Clarke. They can talk, we can have some sort of peace talks”

“Finn that is insane” you shook your head again “I was just thinking out loud I wasn’t serious. Did you not understand what I just said about Anya being angry beyond all belief. The only thing that putting her near Clarke would achieve is blood shed”

“But they could talk”

“Finn” you cut him off once more “she doesn’t want to talk. She wants to kill, to destroy she want’s to hurt you all as badly as you hurt us”

“So what do we do?” he asked sadly “just sit around and watch our people kill each other?”

“I don’t know if there’s anything we can do”

You carefully picked the leaf off a nearby plant, shredding the leaves into neat strips and letting them flutter down from your fingers. Your brain felt fried, you really couldn’t think of any way to try and resolve the issue, or not one that didn’t involve mass amounts of bloodshed and possible death. That wasn’t what you wanted, or not truly anyhow. The idea of all your friends dying in a battle that could achieve nothing was devastating.

Out of nowhere the face of Bellamy Blake appeared as well, you didn’t want him to die either. The idea hurt on a level you’d never felt before. You didn’t understand your feelings towards Bellamy and didn’t want to examine them all to closely at the moment but that also didn’t mean you wanted him dead.

“I can… try and talk to Anya”

“You will?” Puppy dog eyes flicked back to your own as they lit with excitement.

“I can plant the idea, I’m not saying it will work but I honestly can’t think of any other option and your right. I don’t want a war”

“I can get Clarke to agree”

“I’m sure you can” you smirked at his sudden blush and inability to look you in the eye. “It has to be just you and Clarke though Finn. If Anya agrees to this and then there’s some sort of ambush that will literally be it, no more talking and no more waiting. There will be war”

You didn’t mention that if this did turn into an ambush against your people then you’d been killed for suggesting it assumed to be in league with the sky people. It was better that Finn didn’t know anyhow.

“I can get just Clarke” he insisted mouth set in a determined line. “This can work Y/N”

“I hope so Finn, I truly hope so”

It would unfortunately take more than Finn’s word to convince Anya that this would work and whatever she would demand from you was going to be bad. Was it worth the risk? You didn’t know but what you did know was that if you didn’t try you would never forgive yourself.

Like Fire (Darth Maul x Reader)

Prompts:  “ If you like this idea, what about reader as one of Padmé’s assistants working in her Coruscant office, who somehow meets Maul. They either just do it once or start an affair (depending on how long you wanted to make it).” and “Is it possible to request some Darth Maul smut? I kinda need that in my life right now. :)”

Warning: NSFW smuttiness! You have been warned! Also, to make the smut a little…easier… I’ve written this Maul with his lower half still intact. Not that the story line is very important in this fic, but just so you know, it’s after Naboo. Let’s say that Obi-Wan didn’t cut him in half, just kinda…stabbed him. That work? Lol I hope so. Anyways, on with the show!

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Being one of Padme Amidala’s assistants was a full-time job, taking up most of your hours during the day and even stealing a large portion of your nights, leaving you sleep-deprived in your efforts to get her reports done on time and make the right appointments with the right people. But you did love your job; the senator was one of the few good politicians out there, fighting for the rights of people not only from her home planet, but all around the galaxy as well.

It didn’t change the fact that you wished there was something…else in your life, though. Something new and exciting, something just for yourself. You’d wanted to find someone to share a relationship with for a while, but it just seemed so impossible, what with how demanding your job was. As you dwelled more and more on your lack of a love life, you grew less and less passionate about your duties until, one day, your boss approached you about it.

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I felt like drawing Sofia in a big poofy hoodie w/ spooky panties

so I drew Sofia in a big poofy hoodie w/ spooky panties

the hoodie design is from the “Green Hazard” skin for DJ Scully from Killing Floor 2 btw because I thought she’d look good in it and I was totally right

i have a couple more ideas in mind for something of a “casual” lineup of all 3 of my OCs in super casual outfits of course, but I think some other ideas i have in mind are of higher priority so those might be a while.

(also made some slight changes to her design, more on that in the Mod Commentary under the break)

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dangerscully  asked:

Prompt, if the feeling takes you... road trip, car breaks down, somehow the conversation turns to death. As fluffy (it's possible!) or as angsty as you like, and about whoever's death you feel like.

Leaving or Waiting

Season 5 - Post Chinga || MSR || PG || tw: death

They’re too far back to hear the crunch of folding metal, too far away to help in any way other than by pulling half on to the central reservation to let the fire crew and the ambulance through. They’re too far away to know what has happened, but too close to escape and as the traffic builds behind them, ranks of cars leaning in to find out the ending, Mulder tunes the radio to a local news station.

They don’t talk, not even as people start to get out of the vehicles around them and turn to each other to try and comprehend the tragedy that has brought them together. Mulder methodically shells sunflower seeds into the cup holder and Scully stares straight ahead, the blankness of her expression masking her thoughts which dance from darkness to mundanity in the stillness.

Minutes pass and their car is an island of calm in a sea of people; they perfected the art of comfortable silences on a rural highway in New Jersey, back when chasing the Jersey Devil was the closest they’d gotten to running for their lives. Today though there’s a distortion to it, a sense that they are waiting for something significant to happen before they will speak, though neither of them had planned to say anything of importance when they’d got into the car.

It happens thirteen minutes after the traffic stops.

“It is with great sadness that we at KATC Radio must inform you that the driver and the passenger of the overturned car on route twelve have both been pronounced dead at the scene. The crash appears to have been accidental, most likely due to loss of control and there are no other casualties. Police have told us that the victims were an elderly couple, known in the local community, their loved ones have been informed. We’d like to express our deepest sympathy to all affected and will bring you regular updates on the efforts to clear the road for traf-’

Mulder slaps the radio off hard enough that the plastic cracks.

‘Because the state of the road is clearly the important thing here.’

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I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about pokemon mystery dungeon games and I’m gunna talk about explorers of darkness/time/sky spoiler stuff

But like I wish there was…. more to the after the main game stuff in pmd explorers. Like maybe even a true sequel to it because it felt way underwhelming and rushed and I feel like there’s so much more to be explored with darkrai,,
Like like where we left him off he has no memory and is left to just wander the world, what if the same shit happens to darkrai like it happened to our main protag? I wanna play a pmd game where the player is playing as transformed or reincarnated Darkrai. It would be neat to play as a character that later finds out that they Really had been a terrible person in a past life and is given a choice to either fall back into their previous life or start over as a better person

Fly me to the Moon

[Previously…] [Next…]
A/N: Usnavi is so turnt and Johan is seeing stars. (two more parts left!)
Summary: Frank Sinatra, Fire escapes, late night chitchats over fine wine makes for a Johsnavi aesthetic
WordCount: 3298
Taggies: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships

The hum of cars still passing through the darken streets filled the already unsettled air. There was always a sound, a passing car, a distant siren, a train rolling past, dog barking, one could go on and on listing off disturbances in the city. But from the comfortable post of a fire escape about three stories high there wasn’t a sound that touched the moment between the two men. All Johan could hear was the deep and steady breathing between gulps of wine coming from Usnavi. He watched as the Dominican man tipped the bottle into his mouth taking a third chug. He placed the bottle down between them and ran a hand down his mouth wiping his wine stained goatee. “Gotta love summer in the city.” The night was cooler, nice August night breeze felt good on Usnavi’s flushed cheeks. It made the drunk in him feel less drunk. The breeze anchored him down to a reality and kept his mind from spinning.

“It is quite nice…” Johan agreed, there was nothing in particular he cared for. Nothing he could pinpoint and say that was nice, but the moment felt nice. This felt…nice. He took the bottle and tilted his head back as well. After a long sip he sighed with gusto and pointed. “That a star?” He motioned to the white dot against the dark, opaque sky. It stood out so brilliantly like a certain someone’s laugh that suddenly filled the air. 

“Nah, man, that’s a plane.” Usnavi stared at the same dot and watched it move by. His eyes glanced over just barely catching Johan’s disappointed frown. The way his lower lip jutted out…”My abuela Claudia…” He began speaking in a tender voice, eyes closed for a moment. Grief still stung when he spoke her name out loud. “She use to complain how you couldn’t see the stars here…one night she swore she saw some…” It was near impossible to see stars in the city but Claudia saw the beauty in so many things everyone took for granted. Usnavi believed she saw her stars that night. 

“Did you see stars?” Johan’s frown curved up into a smile watching as Usnavi’s expressions changed so rapidly. Thanks to the wine no doubt. 

“I saw hella stars when she told me she won the lotto that night” He smirked, “And gave me ⅓ of it.” 

“Wow, really?” That was genuine surprise. Someone who won the lotto and got some money off it, why was Usnavi trapped at a corner store? “What happened to the money?”

“Well…” Usnavi ran a hand down the back of his neck. “Abuela passed away the next day…that afternoon actually… with her share of the money I did the good she would have wanted to do. Gave some to Benny to help him out while he looked for a job, to the Rosarios to help them while they got Nina back to school. Helped Daniella so she could co-sign Vanessa’s apartment, and Carla for the salon. Gave some to the Piragua man who passes by here and–”

“What’s…Pear-a-wah?” Johan tried to pronounce the words but they came out sounding like an alien language to Usnavi.

“Oh…Piragua (PEE-AR-GOO-WHA)” He repeated slower just for him, Johan absorbed the sound and mouthed it to himself. Usnavi turned away feeling the heat from the wine stain his cheeks…of course just the wine. “It’s shaved ice.”

“Oh that’s neat.” 

“Yeah…gave everyone some money to help them out…even commissioned Sonny’s dumb boyfriend to paint some pieces for me…Everyone that abuela ever cared about…I know she’d want to help them even just a little.” Usnavi felt a hollow ache in his chest. Nothing he didn’t know how to manage.

Johan looked back up at the bleak sky. The plane had long crossed the sky and left not a single shred of light. “Your ab..abuela sounds really nice. I would have loved to meet her.”

“She would have loved you.” He answered immediately, no doubt about it. “She was a great judge of character. She would have loved you more than I…” His mouth suddenly felt try, he wanted to reach for the wine but he had to finish his sentence somehow. “Than I could even imagine.” Nice save by De La Vega. 

His tall Californian friend didn’t seem to notice, much to Usnavi’s approval, and nodded. “So what about the other thirds of the money?” 

“I put Sonny’s away in a savings account, hopefully he won’t do nothin’ stupid…he probably won’t. Sonny is a lot of things but he’s a good kid with a good head on his shoulders.” Usnavi couldn’t take any credit for that. Sonny was always a sweet kid who’s only real drive was to help his hood and more importantly the people in it. “Mine…I paid off the store debts, I own it now…” It felt good to own the store officially. “The rest I still got…sitting around… “ Though Benny might have been wry of Johan getting all this information about money…Usnavi didn’t feel an ounce of stress. He didn’t think Johan cared about the money.

Another moment of silence feel on them. “Sounds like you have everything figured out…” Which was more than Johan ever had his whole life.

 “…well I spent my life making a list of goals and cross them off as they come along…sooner or later there won’t be anything left to cross out…I’m not looking forward for that.” Usnavi always thought he would be living his life according to his parents, work until he died. But after all that’s happened, all the changes he was afraid his list wasn’t long enough to keep him going. He was terrified of the unknown.  

Both men went reaching for the bottle, looking away unsure what to say. Both had been internalizing their worries because neither wanted to ruin this moment. Their hands met at the neck of the bottle and with much delay, they turned, eyes on their brushing fingers. Johan slowly turned his hand, palm up, as if offering his hand to Usnavi. However, the action of his hand moving made the skittish Hispanic pull back fast. 

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Mr. Barnes

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6}

Summary: Left on a cliffhanger from last chapter Bucky has to leave.

Pairing: Bucky x fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of war/conflict, and adorable fluff at the end

Word Count: 1,572

A/N: So, I’m finally getting around to this. Super hype because after this there will probably be one or two more chapters after this and it’ll be wrapped up. So I hope whoever reads this enjoys the series and what not.

You can find the rest of the chapters linked above or here in my masterlist. My requests and tags are always open too and my messages/inbox for friends, fellow writers etc. I hope you guys like where this is going -Hannah xo

“Bucky. We need to go.”

He walked over to Natasha “What do you mean we need to go?” She rolls her eyes. “There’s something going on with Ultron. Shield won’t release any details until we’re all together so we’re not sure of how bad it is either.” 

He sighs obviously hearing the irritation and urgency in her tone of voice. “How long until we have to leave?” Natasha looked at the clock on the wall, and looked back into the room at you. “Well they asked for as soon as possible, but I can spare 5 minutes for you to say bye to your…friend, but no longer than that.” He looked back at you with a soft smile. “That would be great. I’ll see you in 5.” He nodded and slowly shut the door. 

He made his way over to you and sat down next to you on the bed. You weren’t upset, but already being around for a couple days you knew the dangers that the team faced and it scared you more than anything else did. “Hey.” He said as he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. “Everything will be okay, alright?” You knew that although you tried to hide your fear he could see right through it. 

“We do this sort of thing often, okay?” You nodded and he placed a small kiss on your lips before stroking your cheek with your thumb. “I want you to stay here while we’re gone. I can’t let anything happen to you.” 

“But what if I need things from my apartment? I can’t live in this one shirt and this pair of jeans forever.” He zoned out for a minute, thinking of an answer, “You can go, but take one of the equipped cars from here if you do, and don’t worry about groceries or anything it’ll be taken care of.” He stands up and grabs a small black backpack throwing minor supplies in the bags. 

“One last thing.” He turned around to face you. “We won’t be able to have contact for both myself and your safety.” You looked at him if he was crazy. “So, I won’t know if you’re okay or not until you get back either safe, severely injured, or even dead?!” He walked back over to the side of the bed and grabbed your hands. “I will let you know. It’ll be obscure and you won’t know how I did it, but you’ll know I’m okay.” He squeezed your hands before dropping them on your lap. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have to go. I promise I will stay safe as long as you promise the same.” You stood up in front of him “I promise I will.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his chest laying your head in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. 

He kissed your forehead softly before leaving the room and you in silence. You didn’t have to cry, but something inside of you wanted to. This was so sudden and foreign to your mind that it was borderline terrifying. Being an assistant to a non fighting super hero was easy, but when he was gone what more could you do?  

- One month time skip -

It has been a full month since Bucky had been gone and by yourself the compound seemed like a mansion. You had essentially moved yourself in with Bucky not wanting to break your promise to him, and it was odd to you. You were doing your job, but you weren’t doing anything. 

You were content with your current status of living except for one thing. You still haven’t gotten any word of Bucky’s status or any status of anyone on the team. You don’t doubt he or anyone else was okay, but it was still hard not knowing what was going on. Yeah there was some news coverage on the situation but nothing major due to Shield and their secrecy. 

You were making yourself dinner when you heard a small ding come from the bowl of fruit on the counter. You stared at it before taking a few steps back. You contemplated on what to do before slowly making your way to the bowl, holding the lid to the pot as a shield. You moved various fruits out of the way before seeing a little box with a note attached. 

“I said it was gonna be weird, also I knew exactly what time you would be making dinner. I’m safe, but things are pretty rough. We’re fighting back as hard as we can and we think it’ll be over soon. I can’t wait to see your pretty face. -B xo.” 

A rush of relief fell over your body as you read the note. You chuckled slightly to yourself before opening the box to reveal a simple silver chain with a beautiful jewel in the middle. ‘Holy shit’ was all you could think to yourself when you pulled out another small note from the box that read ‘I hope you like diamonds.’ You ran your finger over the simple but impressive sized rock wondering how much longer he would be until he could put it on your himself. 

- Around one month since receiving the necklace -

News coverage on the situation had increased recently picking up what is left to be the damage the fight left in it’s wake. Although this would mean the team would be home soon it meant dealing with more government agencies who decide to press charges against the damage done. 

Bucky’s small reminders didn’t end after the one in the fruit bowl, but continued in places like between the couch cushions, the freezer and more all filled with little trinkets and items to remind you of him. You had been on the couch watching a movie before F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up “Miss. Y/L/N, look at this.”

The screen changed to the news as the anchor read the news story ‘Today we’re finding out that no lives were lost in this battle. The Avengers who have received serious backlash from the issue before have stepped up their game in recent events saving more civilian lives than ever before.’

As the anchor droned on you just smiled to yourself before F.R.I.D.A.Y changed the channel back to the movie you were watching. The movie slowly faded out as you felt your eyes become heavy falling asleep on the couch. 

You rolled yourself over and your eyes opened to meet a pair of other eyes. You shot up and lifted your hand up ready to fight someone even though you knew there was no way you’d win before you heard a familiar voice. “Y/N, calm down, it’s me.” Bucky said while chuckling. Your eyes were still blurry from your nap and as you rubbed them he came fully into focus. “Bucky!” You threw yourself into a hug before kissing him. 

“Hi, doll. miss me?” He pulled you into his lap and placed a kiss on your lips. You just looked at him in disbelief. “You’re back, and you’re okay.” He put his hand on your cheek and just smiled at you. You cocked your eyebrow at his gaze “What?” 

“These two months I haven’t been able to be here and I though you were going to leave, but you didn’t.” You felt a blush sneak up on your cheeks as you looked at him “Why would I leave? We just started our relationship and I’m not gonna throw that away.” 

He picks you up bridal style “Movie night again?” You kissed his cheek “Yes please.” He carried you to your now shared room and placed you down on the floor as he looked around at the newly found neatness of his room with the addition of some of your items. “Telling you to stay here was the best choice I have ever made.” He breathed out before guiding you to the bed where you gathered the blankets and pillows and he put in Back to the Future. 

You went over to the dresser to grab a shirt to sleep in, and grabbed the necklace box that he had given you through the fruit bowl. “Buck, I have this.” You returned to the bed where he was already changed and sitting. “I wanted you to put it on for me, but you weren’t around to do it so I waited.”

You handed him the box and sat in front of him. He ran his thumb over the soft velvet on the box before taking the necklace out and clasping it around your neck. When he was done he placed small kisses up your neck to your lips making you giggle as he did. 

The two of you settled in with his arm draped around you as you curled next to his torso covering the two of you with blanket after blanket. You were almost done with the movie when you felt yourself drift off. You were seconds from sleep when you heard him whisper “I love you Y/N.” Your eyes fluttered up to his shocked gaze. He didn’t think you were awake and he defiantly didn’t want you to hear that, but his shocked expression turned to love when he heard you whisper back.

“I love you too, Buck.” 

Forever tags: @netflixa, @mrsstevecrogers

Mr. Barnes: @learisa, @debzybrazy

it’s really weird to see an mlp season premiere be a single episode with no big adventure plot that instead focuses on nice character moments, but it’s really refreshing? the two-parters have been so hit or miss for years, and i come to the show for the character stuff, not for the “let’s find the macguffins to stop the big bad of the week” stuff. so i’m cool with just jumping right back into that

this one had some really nice insight into celestia’s character and how she felt about being twilight’s teacher and i wasn’t expecting that? but it was really nice? and i still love starlight

also surprisingly they all but confirmed that celestia knew damn well who twilight would end up being friends with in ponyville and that that was what celestia hoped would happen, and honestly i suspected that this whole time so it’s kinda neat for that to be canon

mechekin  asked:

How did you pefect all your body arcs in all your drawings do you already know who you want your pose to be or. Is it trial and error??

I know with poses I do a lot of thumbnailing which I dont always show online! I struggled with the whole ‘but what pose should they be in?’ and would end up making a lot of really quick messy doodled trying out different poses until I got one that felt right. Thumbnailing relaly helps with getting a buncha ideas out without feeling like you have to make a perfect drawing.

The inspiration for those poses came from a variety of places like life drawing classes, film, video games, cartoons, and observation from life. If I saw a neat pose I would eventually try to use it with a character somewhere. 

Back to thumbnailing though, I think it was partially just drawing a lot of poses over and over and over again that eventually helped me get it down. I can look at ever pose and think back to a time where I first tried it out and it looked awful. It just took reference and lots of drawing it repeatedly for me to get it down and for it to become muscle memory. 

There are still poses I struggle with to this day but its a good feeling when you actually do finally draw it and draw it right!

TL;DR: It is a mixture of finding reference, trial-error, and drawing the same thing over and over again.


TJ and the Clubhouse Kids is somethin I’ve been meaning to keep a hush on lately but felt now’s a good a time as any to tell everyone just what it’s about!

“TJ” is an idea for a show I recently thought of but am repurposing it to pitch to the @nickanimatedshorts program!

It features TJ, one cool kid with a heart of gold and knack for makin beats, along with all of his friends, the Clubhouse Kids. Together, they have fun on the schoolyard, hang out at the clubhouse, and even write rhymes for the school talent show!

I think this would be a really neat thing to explore further, with the characters teaching younger viewers the power of ‘please and thank you,’ and showing respect to their elders.

Now to work on the animatic!!

Gerard Way x Reader : Umbrella

You were walking home from school, a normal day, looking up at the sky and frowning. Of course it was cloudy, gray skies and what sounded like thunder. You should’ve taken the bus. It wasn’t like you lived too far away, it wasn’t but maybe a fifteen or ten minute walk, however you did not fancy walking alone in the rain. You grumbled as a slight drizzle began to fall down, and you knew you were doomed. Your book bag, filled with your textbooks and notebooks, would probably be soaked by the time you got home. You debated whether or not you should start running, but as you glanced at the cars zooming past you on the road, you thought that maybe it was a bad idea. You would look like an idiot, especially if you slipped and fell. Probably not the best idea.

The rain started getting harder, and you knew you were probably doomed. Of course, this was just your luck. Hell, you never cared for Mondays anyways. They always brought bad luck. You rounded the corner, and to your surprise, a man with an umbrella was sitting on a bench. He had black hair, wearing a black sweatshirt and skinny jeans, holding a black umbrella and scrolling through his phone. You exchanged a glance, and he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You continued walking, approaching closer to him, but of course, staying on your part of the sidewalk. You were warned not to talk to strangers, but the temptation still lingered in your mind. He was pretty cute actually, especially when he smiled. He had these really nice eyes also, and his hair was gorgeous, and black really did look good on him. You couldn’t help but glance at him again, and to your surprise, as you walked closer, he stood up from his bench and walked to the sidewalk, going up to you. “Hey,” he grinned. He leaned the umbrella over you, covering you from the rain. “You look a little cold.”

“A little?” you raised your eyebrows, still walking. He walked beside you, holding the umbrella over your head.

“I’m Gerard,” he introduced. You shook hands and then smiled at each other.

“I’m y/n,” you greeted. “Thank you for the umbrella.”

“Is your stuff going to be okay? Your book bag looks a little soaked too,” he frowned.

“It will be fine,” you reassured. “So what brings you here?”

“Huh?” he wondered.

“You know, sitting on a bench in my neighborhood and all,” you shrugged. “I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I just moved here,” he explained. “Just a couple weeks ago.”

“Cool,” you remarked. “So we’re neighbors?”

“Maybe. Depends where you live,” he reminded. “Were you walking home from school?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “What were you doing? Just sitting on a bench alone in the rain?”

“I’m not alone. I have my umbrella,” he joked. “Nah, I was just thinking for a little bit. I like the outdoors, the weather, the rain. It’s good for you.”

“I guess,” you nodded slowly.

“So y/n, how much more of a walk do you have?” he inquired.

“About a block,” you responded. “You don’t have to follow me all the way home.”

“Are you kidding?” he scoffed. “Look around. The rain is relentless, there might be lightning, and I’m not letting your stuff get more soaked than it already is. I’ll walk you home.”

“Really?” you narrowed your eyes. “You just met me.”

“Well we’re already friends then,” he chuckled. “Come on. You don’t really want to walk home in the rain, do you?”

“No,” you admitted.

“Then come on,” he laughed. “Just show me where to go.”

“How come I’m so lucky to have a random guy come around with an umbrella and walk me home?” you thought aloud.

“It’s not luck, and it’s not coincidence,” he shook his head. “I think it’s destiny.”

“Destiny, huh?” you wondered, guiding him to the left.

“Yep,” he added. “You seem really nice.”

“You too,” you winked, leaning closer, both of you under the umbrella and walking side by side.

“How far away is school from your house?” he asked.

“About fifteen minutes or so,” you replied. “It’s not too bad of a walk when there’s nice weather.”

“So what do you do when it’s raining?” he questioned. “I hope you don’t get caught in the rain like this all the time.”

“I take the bus if it’s terrible, but most of the time I just fight through it,” you shrugged. It’s not that bad.“

"Not that bad?” he laughed. “You must be tough.”

“I am,” you nodded. “I won’t let a little rain get in my way.”

“Way,” he chuckled.

“What?” you raised your eyebrows.

“That’s my last name,” he informed. “Gerard Way.”

“Oh neat,” you replied. Gerard Way, a perfect name for a perfect guy.

“So what do you like to do y/n?” he asked. “Besides walking home from school in the rain.”

“What do you mean?” you tilted your head to the side.

“You must have a hobby of some sort,” he added. “What do you do in your free time?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed. “Uh, I listen to music.”

“Really?” his eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And I like to draw.”

“Me too,” he agreed. “I make a lot of comics.”

“That’s neat,” you watched as he smiled. You stopped, looking at your house, the both of you at the end of your driveway. You looked back at Gerard and frowned, knowing that this would have to come to an end. “Well this is my stop. Thank you. A lot.”

“No problem,” he replied.

“The umbrella was a nice touch,” you laughed. You both sighed, listening to the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the sidewalk, staring at each other’s eyes, not wanting this moment to end. Finally, Gerard cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“I think we’d get a long well, don’t you think y/n?” he asked.

“I think so,” you chuckled. “I mean, I’d say I’m pretty easy to get along with.”

“How about we do this again?” he wondered. “It doesn’t have to be raining.”

“What? Like afterschool walks?” you inquired.

“Anything really,” he shrugged. “I just like spending time with you. You’re a neat person.”

“Thanks, you too,” you complimented. “Thank you for helping me get home.”

“Any time y/n,” he responded. You started to turn away, and then felt like something was missing, so you turned back to Gerard and kissed him to the cheek, leaving him stunned.

“I’ll see you later,” you grinned, racing away and to your doorstep, leaving Gerard standing at the end of your driveway, shocked, stunned, but also waiting for the next time he would be able to see you.

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm having really bad anxiety attacks because it's finals week and I'm afraid of failing a class I should've done really well in but didn't because the professors a dick and tests on tiny little details that shouldn't be important anyway I'm ranting a lil how would the RFA handle MC freaking out over finals

Hiya anon we are so sorry to hear about rough finals and your dick of a professor and we really hope this helps you!  - Mod DK

Hope your finals week ended up going smoothly! We’re both college students so we know exactly how rough it can be. Good luck to anyone still dealing with finals! Love you guys. - Mod MC


  • Finals are coming up and after events that happened with the RFA your grades may have slipped a little and now you’re in full freak out mode.
  • 2 weeks before the finals start you have a mental break down.
  • Zen considerably flips out, he’s never seen you like this before.
  • Hell you barely batted an eye when Saeran attempted to kidnap you but this brought you to your knees.
  • Seriously, grades suck ass.
  • Zen calms you down and gets you a cup of your favorite tea and gives you an amazing back rub.
  • “ZEN THE KNIGHT WILL SAVE HIS PRINCESS” he proclaims as he opens your calculus textbook
  • With one look at the first page he slams the book shut and looks at you with newfound respect in his eyes.
  • He tries to help you by tutoring you but since he isn’t familiar with the subjects you were studying he can’t help much.
  • So instead he makes flashcards with you and quizzes you on said flashcards.
  • He brings you coffee and tea constantly.
  • Even though he knows pulling all nighters is bad for your skin he will still stay up with you because he loves you that much.
  • And then he promptly puts strawberries over his eyes to help the swelling
  • he is an actor after all.
  • He constantly tells you how much he believes in you and how smart you are.
  • You are tempted to just study for hours on end but he always gently reminds you to take breaks and short naps because Jahee gave him all these tips on how to study like a pro.


  • Your professor reminds you that finals are coming up in a week and like every normal college student you freak out.
  • You end up on the floor of your shared apartment with Yoosung just rocking back and forth.
  • Yoosung comes back sees you on the floor and sits down and starts rocking back and forth with you.
  • You both are so screwed.
  • After hours of having a crisis you try to get your shit together.
  • You know that if you try hard enough both you and Yoosung will be able to make passing grades.
  • Every free time you both have you are studying.
  • Coffee cups are everywhere and chocolate milk cartons because at one point Yoosung remembers the pass out after drinking caffeine syndrome and freaks out again.
  • You and Yoosung make a pact to not play LOLOL until finals are over.
  • It’s hard and sometimes you catch him playing but you let it go because he is doing his best and needs some time to just relax and have fun.
  • You both somehow pass and you both end up crying and have a marathon of playing LOLOL and eating the perfect balance of junk food.


  • Finals. Are. Coming.
  • You are freaking out and seriously reconsidering dropping out and moving to New Zealand and becoming a sheep herder for the rest of your life.
  • After a horrible nightmare where your final exam comes to life and tries to eat you he figures out what is going on and intervenes.
  • He is kinda offended that you didn’t come to him first but
  • You are kinda doubtful of his teaching methods when his first “brillant idea” is to eat a shit ton of Honey Buddah Chip and chug PHD Pepper but you have no other choice.
  • You already knew that Luciel was a genius but damn this boy really knows everything.
  • And even though some of his teaching methods were unconventional he was a really great tutor.
  • When he wasn’t working he would be reteaching you the shit you didn’t understand which really makes you wonder about why you are paying your really expensive school fees.
  • Seven already has really bad habbits of not eating right and pulling all nighters so he never discouraged you from the same
  • There were many timesyou woke up from falling asleep on your very uncomfortable textbooks.
  • Even though you looked and felt like shit when finals finally came around you passed all of your classes and then fell asleep for 24 hours straight right after.

- Mod DK


  • You are the best procrastinator in the world.
  • Due tomorrow? Do tomorrow
  • That’s been your motto for the past few years of college.
  • You’ve never had a significant other around finals time to encourage you to get your work done at a reasonable hour
  • Jumin has never had a significant other
  • And he’s never seen you during finals time
  • He didn’t know how bad your habit of procrastination was.
  • It was the night before your portfolio of work was due for your writing class and you hadn’t even started.
  • Jumin was frustrated because it was already 2am and you had yet to come to bed but he understood you were busy.
  • When he heard something thud in the bathroom and your muffled curses follow he was out of the bed in a flash.
  • He whipped the bathroom door open only to find you in the tub
  • Not taking a bath though (ya perverts)
  • You were in the tub scrubbing away with cleaning products.
  • Cleaning was one of the most effective ways you had to procrastinate.
  • Jumin was a little miffed to say the least, “MC, we have a maid for that.”
  • Then the tears started to fall as you began freaking out.
  • You explained that you were procrastinating and after a short lecture from Jumin he made you get to work.
  • He called out of work the next day, much to Jaehee’s chagrin just so he could stay up and make sure you kept working.
  • You did however get the best back rubs ever while you were typing away
  • The two of you took a bath together the next day to relax ;)


  • He cracked his knuckles and stood up from his desk chair, he was done working for the day.
  • He walked to your shared room only to find something strange.
  • When he found you asleep in a pile of papers on the bed he knew something was up.
  • He blew his bangs out of his face and walked over to you quietly
  • He saw how tense you looked and shook you awake
  • You jerked awake, eyes flying open as you realized what happened.
  • “No, no, no. This isn’t happening, Shit!”
  • You frantically shuffled through the papers attempting to get them in some sort of order.
  • He saw the beginnings of a panic attack
  • He was so not okay with you doing this to yourself.
  • In a move somewhat unlike him, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you to his chest.
  • He wasn’t going to let you have a total meltdown.
  • “MC, tell me what’s wrong, I want to help.”
  • You didn’t want to burden him but you couldn’t afford to turn down the help.
  • You explained that you had a really hard final first thing in the morning and even though you’ve been studying like crazy for the past few weeks you still feel like you aren’t getting the content.
  • He’s immediately ready to help
  • He’s super smart just like his brother so tutoring you is no problem.
  • The two of you make flashcards and he teaches you everything as you make them
  • You’ve never understood anything so well in your life.
  • You thank him with an A1 makeout session before the two of you go to sleep


  • He noticed you were slightly wobbly when you came home from school
  • “MC, are you drunk?”
  • You explained that you were not in fact, drunk, just very sleep deprived.
  • You had finals all week and you hadn’t slept the night before because you were studying.
  • V remembered those days.
  • You went to make yourself another cup of coffee
  • He straight up confiscated your cup and ushered you to bed.
  • “Nap time, MC.”
  • “But, V, I have to study.”
  • “No Ifs, ands, or buts MC. You’re taking a nap and once you aren’t completely out of it I’ll help you study.”
  • You slept for five hours
  • When you woke up you smelled food
  • You went to find V and were pleasantly surprised to find V with a plate full of dinner for you and neat stacks of flashcards sitting on the coffee table.
  • “I hope you don’t mind but I used your textbook to make flashcards while you were napping.”
  • You felt so guilty and told him he should have woken you up.
  • He was so not having it tbh
  • “You needed your sleep MC, besides I’ve gotta keep my darling healthy and happy. What sort of lover would I be if i couldn’t manage that.”
  • You knew he wouldn’t let you refuse to you just went along with him spoiling you while you studied.
  • You made sure that he got all of the cuddles and spoiling he could handle once your finals week was over.

- Mod MC