i needed something to calm my nerves :'i

monsieurlapin  asked:

lab partner, broken elevator, employee trainer: bitty, johnson, and tater

Lab Partner: Tater. he’d blow something up, but it would at least be a fun class.

Broken Elevator: Johnson. Can you imagine the discussions to be had? Plus, I’d probably get to see his face.

Employee Trainer: This goes right to Bitty. That sweetheart of a man would calm all my nerves and make sure I knew everything I needed to know and then check on me and answer all my questions without being condescending.

Bad hookup survival guide

About a week ago I hooked up with someone and I felt absolutely disgusted, used, disappointed, and dirty because I wasnt comftorable, pleased, or happy with the situation and felt scared to say no so for personal reasons and recent experiences, I decided to share a personal lil guide I made that i follow after a really bad hook up.
*Reminder - this is a PERSONAL guide. What works for me may not work for you. Take what you need and leave the rest
1- Deep throating a dirty dick made me appreciate my tooth brush 10x more. I start off by brushing my teeth and flossing, followed by mouth wash. After this i’ll pour myself something to drink to calm my nerves. I recommend tea even tho i’m pouring myself a shot or 5 of vodka.

2- I’ll pick out clean and comftorable underwear, a clean bra, and a big T-shirt to change into for after my bath.

3- I’ll run my bath with warm water and dump ½ a cup of apple cider vinegar in with bath salts. I usually use lavender or eucalyptus. You best believe i’m dumping a shit load of body wash in there too, everyone knows a bubble bath is therapy.

4- I massage a deep conditioner into my scalp because that mofo yanked the shit out of my hair a little too hard and now my heads a little sore and my hairs a little knotted.

5- I scoop a generous amount of scrub and work it onto my legs, arms, belly, etc and rinse it off. At this point i’ll turn on my shower head then dose my loofah with body wash and scrub the shit out of my skin. Maybe a little too rough but it gives me the illusion that i’m washing away what the person I hooked up with did.

6- At this point I usually sit in the water to soak for a bit longer or i’ll rinse off and drain the tub and get out. I dry off and cover my body in lotion and spritz a comforting scent on (jasmine, lavender, vanilla) to get the smell of him off me.

7- after this I know my pussy is hurtin. When a guy cant get you wet and rips your dry pussy up it can take a toll on you and your pussy’s emotional health. I’ll take a wet warm wash cloth (please no soap) and gently press it on my labia for any swelling. Then i’ll rub on some coconut oil and put on my panties. No masturbating, let her chill for a bit and recover

8- ok so now that ive done all this i’ll put on my bra and Tshirt and get into bed. I like to write how i’m feeling or honestly just bawl my eyes out and remind myself of these 5 things-
~Who I sleep with doesnt define me
~How many people Ive slept with doesnt define me
~What I do in bed doesnt define me
~I am not less of a person
~I will be okay. My body will be okay. My heart will be okay.
This was kind of a messy little list I put together. Ive been meaning to write this and once I did I cant even put all my thoughts and routines into something that makes sense. But bad hook ups can really take a toll on you. They take a toll on me. And I want to give some kind of supports to others who find themselves in the same situation. Its a kind of misunderstood thing where you feel awful because you agreed to what you were doing but you still feel violated.

follow for follow

Jace knows his infatuation with his neighbor is kind of creepy.

He has been told several times, by Alec and Izzy and Magnus separately, that he needs to either talk to the guy or stop posting about him on Twitter. But that’s much easier said than done.

You develop a certain kind of intimacy with the person who lives in the apartment beside yours. With thin walls that accompany cheap housing, Jace could hear everything that went on in Simon Lewis’ apartment and vice versa. When Simon turned the volume up on his TV too high, Jace could hear direct lines from Ghostbusters. When he played his guitar, Jace could hear it. When he had friends over and he was laughing, Jace could hear it. He had a great laugh.

His crush had first developed nearly five months ago, and since then he’d been hopeless. He’d had a cold and was coughing non-stop, unaware at the time that his neighbor could definitely hear it.

There had been a knock on his door and he’d gotten up to answer with his blanket wrapped firmly around himself, hair unbrushed, looking completely disgusting because he’d assumed it was Alec and he didn’t care how he looked around his brother.

But Simon had been standing there instead, a bowl in his hands and a cheerful smile on his face.

“Hey!” He’d chirped when Jace answered. “I know we’ve only talked like, twice, but you sound really sick and I would’ve felt like a horrible neighbor if I just listened to you suffer and did nothing about it. So I, uh, made you some soup. I hope that’s okay.”

Jace had been overwhelmed and horrified with the fact that his cute neighbor had made him soup and that his cute neighbor was seeing him in a terribly unattractive state, so it took his brain a few moments to sort through it all and formulate an answer.

“Thank you,” he’d said sincerely, taking the warm bowl in his hands, “seriously this is so nice. Thank you.”

Simon had beamed, which Jace was fairly certain had healed him a little bit. “I hope you feel better soon. And you know if you need anything, just knock on my door. Or the wall, I guess.”

And from that moment on, Jace was smitten.

So occasionally, when Simon did something cute, Jace tweeted about it. So what?

It was all fine until he got a notification on his phone which read: @SIGHMONLEWIS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.

At first, Jace’s idiotic brain had registered this as good news. And then every tweet that he had ever sent out about Simon’s face and his guitar skills and his cute Star Wars pajamas that he wore out into the lobby to get his mail came back in vivid detail and he panicked.

He frantically scrolled down his profile, hastily deleting any tweet that mentioned Simon. He was just starting to calm down, thinking that Simon probably hadn’t even bothered to look down his account, when a DM came through.

Simon had shared a tweet of Jace’s that said “Pretty boy next door is singing again……#blessed” and accompanied it with a message that said “appreciate the feedback, dude” with a laughing emoji.

Jace blacked out for a few moments from extreme terror.

He didn’t even remember dialing Alec’s number, but soon enough his brother’s soothing voice was in his ear, talking him down.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” Alec said calmly. “If anything, he might like it. They’re compliments!”

“Some people think stalking is a compliment.” Jace said with a slightly hysterical scoff. “He’s probably so creeped out, oh my god. He probably sent that message so that I would know he’s creeped out. He’s probably taking screenshots and sending them to his friends and asking them to look for apartment listings.”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion!” Alec insisted.

“How did he even find my Twitter?” Jace wondered aloud, realizing for the first time that he had never shared it.

“Well, Isabelle followed him. And she’s been to your place dozens of times, so he probably recognized her. And you’re always on her feed, because you’re both obsessed with taking selfies together, so he probably found you that way.” Alec sounded proud of himself for his deduction. Jace saw red.

“She followed him?” Jace hissed. “That makes it worse! He’s going to think I talk about him to my family and friends!”

“You do.” Alec pointed out.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to go talk to him.” Jace decided with a deep breath. That was the best course of action. If he avoided Simon, it would be a million times worse the next time he ran into him in the hall. He needed to fix this, or at least give Simon the option to choose never to speak to him again.

“That seems like a bad idea.” Alec advised. “Maybe take a few minutes to calm down first. Think about what you’re going to say.”

“No, no, I have to do it now or I’ll lose my nerve.” Jace said. “Love you, I’ll call you if I need to move in with you and Magnus, bye.”

And he hung up. He spent a few seconds messing with his hair and trying to calm his erratic heartbeat before swallowing his pride and knocking on Simon’s door.

Simon answered after a painstaking couple of seconds where Jace began to convince himself that he’d fled the country. He was in sweatpants and a yellow tee that read “Hufflepuff’ across the chest. His hair was slightly messy and something about him looked off, but he was still beautiful. He smiled at Jace, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, it’s my number one fan!” He teased, effectively making Jace’s face heat up by twenty degrees. “You want me to perform a song?”

“Uh, I wanted to explain.” Jace said, trying to recall his improv skills from high school theatre. “I just, I know it might seem like I’m uh, obsessed with you or something, but I just tweet about stuff that happens in my life a lot so it’s not really you specifically, just…”

Simon seemed amused, his lips pulled into a permanent smirk. “It’s okay, man.”

“It’s weird.” Jace sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping. “I know it is. If you want me to delete my account and never speak to you again, I totally will.”

“What?” Simon shook his head. “No! I mean, really it’s okay. It was kinda…cute, actually.”


“Really.” Simon nodded, then cast his eyes downward. “And I may or may not have a Tumblr where I’ve occasionally posted about my hot neighbor. So.”

All of the panic in Jace’s body thawed and melted into absolute relief, shortly followed by ecstatic joy. He’d never even entertained the thought that his pretty neighbor might be into him, too. It had honestly never crossed his mind.

Simon looked like he was about to say something else, but he very suddenly pulled an arm up and muffled a quiet sneeze in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” he said with a sniffle, “I think I’m catching a cold.”

Jace smiled, already moving back toward his door. “That’s too bad. Maybe some soup would help?”

Simon beamed and nodded, already falling into step behind Jace. “That’d be great. And then you could tweet about it.”

“And you could post on Tumblr about it.” Jace countered.

Simon laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to hear on the opposite side of the wall for the first time. “We’re so creepy.”

“It’s not creepy anymore,” Jace pointed out, “now it’s cute.”

“You’re right.” Simon agreed, settling on Jace’s couch. “We’re so cute.”

🖤Drug Lord E [Part 9] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Justin’s back with some of his new crew.

Warnings: Drugs/Sexual Assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan

Part 8

Ethan’s POV

I was sitting in the kitchen at the table while Angie and Grayson were making dinner. Y/N and I haven’t talked at all since last night and I knew she still had feelings for Justin. I shouldn’t have told her I loved her. That was dumb. I don’t love her. She’s damn good at sex, but that doesn’t mean I love her. I don’t love her. Yeah she reminds me of Sam in many ways, but so does every nice girl. I don’t love her. She’s not my type. I just gave in to the thought of having someone there. “Ethan?” Angie asked as I shook myself from my thoughts. “What do you plan to do about Justin?” Angie asked me as she poured some spaghetti on my plate. I just shrugged.

“I don’t know. If he’s really planning on coming back tonight, then let him. He can have Y/N after he pays me. Simple.” I twirled my fork on the plate as I started to lose myself in thought. I don’t care. I needed to smoke and I needed to get out. I quickly ate my dinner as I left the kitchen. Grayson tried talking to me, but I just went outside. I lit up a cigarette. I blew out a cloud of smoke. I looked out in the distance and noticed the sun was setting. I heard the wood of the steps creaking as someone walked out of the house. I turned to recognize that face with no upper lip. Y/N’s eyes were focused on the ground. “What now you’re not going to talk to me?” I chuckled as I pressed a cigarette to my lip. She looked up to me as her mouth was hanging open. She looked as if she had no clue what I was saying.

“Wow it’s not like I saw my boyfriend or anything this morning. It’s not like he just left me standing here looking like an idiot.” She grunted as she sat on the porch steps. I inhaled another breath of smoke.

“Boyfriend?” I asked confused. “I don’t know if you saw what all of us saw, but he just left you here. He didn’t care about you Y/N just like I told you before.” I chuckled at her foolishness as I flicked my cigarette to the ground and stomped on the butt. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I looked at her. She was focused on something in front of her.

“Really Ethan?” She scoffed. I chuckled as I looked around the wooded area.

“What Y/N? What’s the big deal?” I asked sarcastically. She groaned.

“Wow and to think I thought you were sensitive and a nice guy. Wow I guess guys really will say anything to get you into their bed. You’re just like the rest of them. You’re just like Justin.” I cocked my eyebrow at her and blinked at her confused.

“Are you fucking serious? Your boyfriend basically robs me blind and you come and pay off his debt? What kind of nice guy lets his girlfriend come and pay off his debt? Like are you serious right now Y/N?”

“I came here voluntarily remember? I had money to give you. You held me  

captive! You kept me here! Because of you Nate hurt me. Because of you I no longer have my boyfriend. Because of you I have nothing anymore.” She spat at me. I stared at her blankly. I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She was blaming me for everything. “I lost everything because of you. I hate you.” She stood to her feet and ran back inside the house.

“Don’t you fucking run away from me!” I belted as I stormed in the house hot on her trail. Grayson tried to stand in front of me, but I shoved him against the wall not even looking back. “Y/N who the fuck do you think you are?” I snapped as I grabbed her arm and pulled her back hard.

“I want to leave!” She screamed as I could see tears start to form in her eyes. I’ve been here long enough! I want to go home! I miss my old life with my parents and my brother. I hate it here and I hate you.” She started crying as I was still holding her arm. “I can’t do this Ethan. This is so wrong.” She muttered as she wiped her nose and tears on her arm. I inhaled deeply as I could feel my blood begin to boil. I let go of her arm and she jerked away from me. She ran into her room from when she first moved in. I shook my head and turned around and slammed my fist through the wall.

“Hey!” Angie snapped at me as Cameron came out of his room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She snapped at me, but I shoved pass her. I went to my room and I saw my stash was gone. I went into Angie and Grayson’s room and took one of their blunts. I decided I needed to smoke again to calm down or else I was going to lose it. I was so done with her shit. I went back into my room and I lit the blunt as I threw myself on my bed. The next time I see Justin I was going to kill him with my bare hands. He hasn’t paid me back and Y/N just wrote his death wish. I’ll even make her watch or something. I can’t believe she had the nerve to tell me I just used her for sex. I mean yeah I did. It’s whatever, but I mean I did care for her. She’s a nice girl and shouldn’t be mixed up with this shit. I stood up and I looked out the window. It was quite cloudy out and the woods looked perfect. Well almost perfect. I looked out in the distance and I saw Justin walking towards the house. I ran outside to make sure I wasn’t seeing things

“Guys!” I shouted and within seconds the guys ran outside and crowded around me. I saw Nate was holding a switchblade in his hand as he held it behind him slightly.

“What do you want Justin?” Grayson shouted. I noticed a few other guys were walking with Justin.

“I’m here for her Ethan.” He said simply. I chuckled.

“Where’s my money?” I asked and his guys started spreading out around us.

“You’re not getting it. She’s mine and I’m here for what’s mine.” I let out a chuckle again.

“Good luck with that dude. Cause the only way you’re leaving here is in a body bag.” I scoffed then stared him down. He then started laughing.

“No that’s you silly.” Just then one of his guys snapped and charged at me. I jumped out of the way as Nate tackled the guy to the ground. I looked up from the scene.

“Get them.” I stepped back as my guys charged towards Justin’s guys. Gray went straight for Grayson, but that’s when I noticed something odd.

“What the hell is going on?” Angie shouted as Y/N walked outside.

“Justin!” Y/N screams as she tries to run out to him. Angie pulls her back as I jump in front of her.

“What the hell Y/N? Stand back!” I screamed as I shoved her against the ground

towards Angie. She wouldn’t stay down.

“No Ethan let me go! He just wants me! He’ll stop if he gets me!” She shouted before I used all of my strength and shoved her hard against the stairs.

“Y/N No! Calm the fuck down! Angie control her!” I shouted and I turned around. I saw Grayson was going after Justin, but some red head was chasing him. I saw Nate sliced a guy’s shoulder blade to his neck. I saw Alex and Cameron were tackling some guys as I saw Aaron watching everything as I was doing.

“Behind you!” I snapped at Aaron as he jumped away from a rather large dark man with tattoos from his neck and down. I looked around and watched over everything. I then noticed Justin was missing.

“I’ll be back.” Angie then ran inside the house. I knew Y/N would try and run past me. Which she did and I reached out and grabbed her shirt, ripping it of course.

“Dude!” She snapped. “Let me go!” She shouted as I pulled her towards me and I slung her against the porch.

“Fucking stop it Y/N!” Angie snapped as I saw she was holding a small pistol in her hand. “If you don’t stop being a bitch I will shoot you in the foot. Do I make myself clear?” She snapped at Y/N. Y/N nodded her head up and down. I turned around and noticed that Grayson was gone too.

“Grayson!” I shouted, but then I heard Angie scream before I heard the sound of a loud bang of a gun ring through my ears.

Part 10

“That was, in fact, where we were going. And when we got there, we had a little bit of a problem with our cast. And without getting too gossipy about it, somebody in the cast was involved with somebody else. And that somebody else was not overly thrilled with the idea of the somebody else having love scenes with this third somebody else. And she kind of turned the screws and put the kibosh on it. And it was a curveball that we had to react to, and react to pretty quickly.” - Mark Frost on the intended Audrey\Dale storyline.

“Mark and I figured out the best thing would be to have Cooper become passionately involved with Audrey. To have a big affair. That was what all our mail was about, and that’s where it was all headed. It seemed like a great thing to do next - to have the love affair carry the show for about six episodes. We had planned it, but unfortunately Kyle refused to do it. So we ended up with no second season! Every story that you saw for those five episodes was meant to be secondary and really unimportant story. Suddenly that is all we had. And we had nothing to replace it.” —Harley Peyton.

Sherilyn Fenn reveals that beauty Lara Flynn Boyle was jealous of her when they co-starred on TV’s cult-hit mystery, Twin Peaks. Fenn, now 38, played town vamp Audrey Horne in the 1990 ABC series and had romantic scenes with an FBI agent portrayed by Kyle MacLachlan, then Boyle’s real-life boyfriend. ”I think she was unhappy about me working with Kyle,” says Fenn. “She seemed to hate our characters being so intimate.” Fenn says Boyle, now starring in The Practice, was so upset about the situation, she tried to get the show’s story line changed.

“She was understood to have asked Kyle to get the show’s creator to end our on-screen relationship,” Fenn says. ”She never said anything to me,” adds Fenn, “but it put Kyle in a difficult position.” - Sherilyn Fenn.




somewhere only we know - zach dempsey

a/n : hi this is my first time (probs last o o p s) writing an imagine here on tumblr. pls excuse my grammar im just a smol child and i live for this song and music video. and also this is vvvvv short so excuse me

 plot : inspired by somewhere only we know covered by lily allen ( i know keane is the original singer but this imagine is inspired by the wistful kind of vibe from lily allen so— ) 

 warnings : too mUCH ANG S T ( my thirsty emo soul needs it)

meet me at our safe haven, after school. - z

The river, our river, was as serene as the other night when I stayed up until 3 am and watched the world fall into a deep slumber. The flowers swaying in unison with the wind, soft and gracefully. But no matter how peaceful this scenery is, I still couldn’t calm my nerves. I waited patiently for him, humming a song to put my anxiety away in the process. 

‘Why did he want to talk? What is it about? Did I do something wrong? Is he okay? Are we —’ 

“Hey, (y/n)…” my thoughts were cut off when I heard Zach’s voice.I immediately stood up and acknowledged his presence.

“Hey uhm… so what are we doing here?” I questioned him. He just stood there awkwardly and started fiddling with his fingers. I can feel the awkwardness and the tension that surrounds us, and oh boy, I think I know where this is going.


“What is it Zach? Just tell me,” 

“(y/n)… I don’t want this anymore…” He said. Just from those words, I already know what’s his deal.

“Why? Did I do anything wrong?” 

“Let’s just say that you’re the one who broke up with me. Let’s just—”

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong Zach? I have the right to know what’s wrong because as far as I remember, I was a part of this relationship.” I said trying to stay calm. I really don’t want to cry in front of him. But my voice freaking betrayed me.

“Goodbye, (y/n),” he said, not even bothering to tell me what went wrong. I watched him walk away as the sky and river became one. I watched him walk away as our relationship withered like a helpless dandelion.

10 years passed, but I still couldn’t forget about him. I still couldn’t forget the way he becomes so enthusiastic just by mentioning the word bio. I still couldn’t forget the days where we just stay at the library talking for hours afraid that the librarian might kick us out. I still couldn’t forget the night where we just drove off not knowing where to and just belting the songs that are playing in the radio. I still couldn’t forget him… not when he never gave me a reason to.

Everything changed after that. Your smile changed. You never payed attention to biology as much as you used to. Even our safe haven changed. I couldn’t recognize it anymore. It became like a graveyard for our relationship. But deep down, I know that this will always be our river. Our safe haven. 

And I just couldn’t let it go. I just couldn’t let you go.

I still often think of you. I wonder if you do…

“You know what, I am truly sorry for you! You just lost the girl that will do anything for you! You just lost the girl that truly loved you! I truly did!” I screamed at the top of my lungs in hopes of getting the pain off of my chest. But no, the pain will forever be with me. And I will just treasure it since it is the only thing that you left me.

“Yeah… me too.” Zach whispered as he watched her from afar.

Learning The Family History

My parents told me I was adopted in the same way one might speak about their weekend plans; an “Oh, by the way”, off-the-cuff remark made in passing. Since I was probably about three the first time they said it, it really didn’t phase me. They were always very open about it and, when I was old enough to really understand what it meant to be adopted, they sat me down after dinner one night and explained it in more detail.

They asked me if I had any questions, if I was upset, if there was anything I wanted to know. And there was. I wanted to know if we had any ice cream left because a hot fudge sundae for dessert sounded really good.

I don’t know if that’s the response my parents wanted, but I got a very big bowl of ice cream with extra fudge soon after.

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  • Will thought things were going great with his boyfriend, Nico. They’ve been going out for two months. And there was no way that he could keep his secret from Nico from any longer. 
  • Not only that, but he was pretty sure that Nico could feel his binder every time they hugged or cuddled. Or maybe he was just imagining it. But he had to tell Nico the truth.
  • Nico came back from the bathroom and walked over to Will’s bed. He smiled at him and sat next to him. 
  • “You okay? You look uneasy.” Nico asked. 
  • “Um, yeah.” Will replied. 
  • Nico wrapped an arm around Will’s back, which made Will want to move away. His arm was right around where his binder was located. 
  • Nico’s eyes were scanning Will’s facial expression. “Will, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly jumpy?” 
  • Will looked at Nico, nervous to tell him. What if Nico didn’t like him anymore because he wasn’t born a male? Would he just leave him after Will had the courage to ask him out a month ago and ruin a year friendship in return?
  • “I need to tell you something that only my mom and dad knows about. And you got to promise not to tell anyone else.” Will said. “And you got to promise that you have to let the information soak in before responding.”
  • Nico looked at him in slight nervousness but nodded. “I promise.”
  • Will moved away so he could look Nico in the eyes. He needed to tell him before this relationship got anymore serious. 
  • “Um, so,” He took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. “I’m transgender. I have been binding my chest for about two years now and have been taking hormones for a year. And I know we have been friends for a year and I haven’t told you this secret but I wanted you to like me as Will.”
  • Tears were starting to swell up in his eyes as he talked about him transferring schools because he was getting made fun of because he was transgender. 
  • Nico took his hands as he talked before pulling Will closer. He kissed Will’s cheek and tried to calm him down with a hug. 
  • “I don’t care that you’re transgender.” Nico whispered to him. “All I know is that I really like you and want to make sure you’re okay.”
  • “You don’t care that I’m transgender?” Will asked.
  • “I mean, you’re a guy right?” Will nodded. “I like guys, not girls, which you are. So I don’t mind that you’re transgender.”
  • Will took a deep breath and buried his face into Nico’s shoulder. He could feel Nico rubbing his back and kissing his head to try and calm him down. 
  • “I didn’t even know you wore a binder.” Nico told him. “I always thought you were flat chested.”
  • Will smiled a tiny bit. “My parents are thinking about letting me get chest surgery.” 
  • “That’s great.” Nico smiled. “And I’ll be right there  with you when it happens.”
  • Will hugged him tight. “Thanks Nico. I really appreciate you accepting me.”
  • “I appreciated you telling me.” Nico told him, hugging him back to comfort him.  

Man, it’s been a rough day… I hope all of you are safe.

On another note, I needed something to calm my nerves, so I drew a comic!

They’re each other’s guardian angels, sworn to protect each other no matter what <3 And since you can’t fly with only a wing, they’re always together uwu 

Also Swapfell Papyrus is too precious help

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 8/24

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a NSFW fic about MC being married to saeyoung but has an affair with saeran ? Like she loves them both and they also loves her too. How would saeran react when she kiss him for the first time when saeyoung wasn't around ? You can just ignore this if you're not comfortable writing this ^^

Are you kidding me? I am the type of person who’d happily ditch Saeyoung for his brother. Let’s do this!

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Cheating (?)
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Saeyoun & MC x Seven (kinda)
Word count: 3800

Despite having been the first one to lay my eyes on her, I never really saw her. Back then I’d been under Rika’s leadership, following her every word, obeying to her every command. There had been nothing in the world but her. She’d been my savour, the one that had shown me the light in all the darkness I’d fallen into. So when she’d send me out to find her another pawn to use for her big game of chess, I’d happily obliged. As long as it brought her a step closer to fulfilling her life wish, I would have done anything for her. I really thought I loved her, back then. That was, until someone stepped into my life that taught me what love even meant.

When I’d picked MC it hadn’t been because of any kind of personal preference. She’d been family-less, which meant that no one would miss her, between jobs and most importantly she’d shown kindness in different sorts of situations, which was necessary for what Rika had planned. In that moment, she’d been nothing but a faceless pawn to me. She just made it so easy, walking right into the trap that I’d constructed for her. I watched her answer the messages as I wrote them, following her through the streets and to Rika’s old apartment. I knew it had surveillance cameras in it, which meant I couldn’t just break in and steal the documents myself. A kind little girl, however, merely returning a phone would not pose a threat.

What I hadn’t expected, over the course of spying on her, tormenting my brother and his little friends group, was that I’d grow attached. Rika had given me a time limit to retrieve the information she needed, told me to blow the building up, if it took too long. After all, she didn’t actually want the girl to use that information for herself an the RFA. I wanted to obey, but another part of me simply refused. I was torn, painfully so. It was agony and I found myself letting it out on her. I threatened her, came to attack her, texted her when I knew she was most vulnerable; all by herself in an unfamiliar apartment in the middle of the night. All of it just to get a reaction out of her, make her suffer like she was making me suffer.

Nothing worked. It was infuriating. She merely texted back before returning to the bed. MC didn’t seem distressed nor scared. Even when I tried to kidnap her she’d merely bitten me and run off. Later on she’d been the one to help my brother save me, despite everything I’d done to her, and even went as far as to tend to my wounds immediately and without hesitation. She didn’t flinch away from my touch and when I’d broken down MC hadn’t hesitated to hug me, reassure me that all of this wasn’t my fault, that I wasn’t crazy nor broken. I hadn’t been hugged like that in years and with every touch of hers, I felt myself giving in to those new feelings bubbling inside of me. I dare say it was that moment I started loving her.

Once my brother had forced me to live with him after said incident things quickly started to change. It wasn’t easy to begin with; my nightmares were keeping me awake and Saeyoung didn’t really know how to help me. He knew all that was electronic but lacked in the human department. It was fine though, for the better part, as I’d finally been freed from the dark clutches of a devilish mistress only to reunite with my brother. I was happy to be alive, to be able to dream and have nightmares at all. Saeyoung didn’t seem satisfied though and that is when things became complicated. As it turned out, my brothers solution to everything compassion and emotion related was her. That day, she moved in with us.

I kept my distance for a long time. Not because I wanted to give them and their new, blossoming relationship space, but because I didn’t like having her around back then. I told myself it was jealousy, making me feel that way. I didn’t want to share the brother I’d only just gotten back. In reality, I didn’t trust myself enough not to betray that very same brother. I hated seeing them together, catching glimpses of shared laughter and stolen kisses in the morning. My heart would ache in ways I’d never ute experienced before and my entire day would feel just a little darker. Those feelings made me feel sick, for more than one reason. Not admitting the truth to a friend, can be painfully hard. Not wanting to admit the truth to yourself, however, was simply excruciating. 

Weeks passed like that; me watching my brother fall more and more in love with the first woman I’ve ever felt a connection to. The one that every night would sit beside me and hold me as a shook with the nightmare still ringing within me. MC never spoke during those, as it was not necessary. In fact, we didn’t exchange many words over the weeks in general, which is not to say we didn’t connect on a deeper level. I am a firm believer that actions speak louder than words and her actions spoke only for her. MC’s kindness and compassion allowed me to finally come out of my shell. She never pushed, allowed me to take things one step at a time and just like that I fell in love with a woman – the first woman I ever felt connected to – and I was not even allowed to pursue her. One week later Saeyound asker for her hand in marriage. She said yes. An hour later he asked me to be his best man. I said yes. One and the same word spoken from two mouths and it had shattered my entire world in minutes.

The next months passed in a blur. So much so I recall very little of them. There was a lot of planning involved, cheerful people congratulating the happy couple and a lot of swallowed down bitterness on my part. Luckily, since I was still considered traumatized, people hadn’t expected me to smile or cheer too much, which had been a blessing in disguise. When I stood beside my brother at the altar and saw MC walk down the isle she took my breath away. That is one of the most vivid memories I can recall. I remember a tear rolling down my cheek as they’d said their finals vows and how people had later on told me I was such a sweet and loving brother to be so happy for Saeyoung that I myself cried. I hadn’t bothered to correct them.

People always tell you that time heals all wounds, that you move on and leave the pain behind eventually, right? Well, that is a lie. I never moved on and my wounds never healed. No matter how much I tried, I found myself falling deeper into a pit of resentment. Myself, for having been to slow. Her, for having made me fall in love. My brother, because he’d taken the one thing I ever desired before me. For a long time I forced myself to endure. I’d missed out on more than half a decade worth of ‘special moments’ with my brother and I wanted those back. Reality doesn’t work like that though. You can’t catch up with time and you can’t outrun it either. What’s past is past and there is no getting it back. It took me a long time of suffering through shared breakfasts and cuddling on the couch to understand that. 

The brother I’d once known was gone. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t the brother he once knew either and yet he took me in. Still, I found myself aching for freedom. I’d been locked inside and unhappy for long enough. I couldn’t watch them any longer as it killed a little more with every instance. One night, I decided to sneak out. I still had the code to Rika’s old apartment and since the party was months away, MC rarely used it. I didn’t have many belongings, so packing my stuff and leaving wasn’t hard nor dramatic. It was silent and unnoticed. Much like me, I suppose. What I hadn’t expected was a knock on the door of Rika’s apartment mere two hours later. I’d just taken care of the camera, reprogramming it so it would show an old image of an empty room, as turning it off completely would raise suspicion.

I’d sighed then, already preparing for Saeyoung to give me a long, big brother and protector speech and drag me bag home. Instead I was met with big, teary eyes and a quivering lip before a pair of gentle arms wrapped around my neck, holding me close. I froze, surprised to see MC standing in front of me. However, I couldn’t resists the warmth for long, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her slender frame, burying my face in her soft hair. She smelled so good, I never wanted to let go of her. Sadly, that decision was taken from me as she untangled herself from me, taking my wrist and pulling me along as she began taking steps back, telling me to come back home. I’d closed my eyes with a long sigh, pulling back my arm and letting it fall to my side.

“I can’t…”, I’d merely said as explaining further would only worsen things. “I’ll be staying here, if that is alright with you.” I leaned against the open door, resting my forehead against the cold surface to calm my nerves. She needed to leave or I’d find myself doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life soon, I’d known even back then. I’d been tired, sad and vulnerable and she’d been my salvation. Self control had never been my strong suit and she’d been testing it in that particular moment. “It’s not alright with me”, she’d replied, voice high pitched and obviously upset. I’d never quite seen her like that before. “You belong home with Seven. And me.”

Now that had gotten my attention. Why had she sounded so upset, so lonely as she’d spoken those words? She’d stepped closer again, reached out for grip the front of my shirt before closing the distance between us once more to bury her face in my chest, still holding onto me so delicately. “Please don’t leave”, she’d sobbed and it had broken my heart and yet I couldn’t help but be greedy with her, be selfish. “Why?” What did I want to hear? The truth that would hurt or a lie that would make me happy?

“Because you always wake up around three in the morning, so I usually get up earlier so I can wait for you. That way you don’t have to be alone after your nightmares. That way I can instantly wrap you in a blanket and keep you warm and safe but tonight…tonight you weren’t there and you weren’t in your room and Mint Eye doesn’t exist anymore so I figured you were here and oh Saeran, I was so scared something had happened to you. How can you do this to me?”

How indeed? In that moment I hadn’t been so sure myself. How had I gathered the strength to go, do the right thing, when the forbidden fruit was the sweetest. I wanted her so much my body was tearing from the inside out not to crave into those desires. She was my brothers wife. Even without the rules of Mint Eye to guide me, I knew very well that desiring her, let alone acting out on such thoughts, was great sin. I could not do that. Not because of myself, I would have gladly burned in hell for the chance to give myself fully to MC, but because of her. She was an angel that walked earth and had to return to heaven some day, I was sure of it.

“Why aren’t you answering me”, she cried, the first tear running down her cheek. It made me want to kneel before her, beg for forgiveness. I couldn’t though. I knew it would be more hurtful to admit to my shameful feelings than to let her cry it out. “Don’t we matter to you at all?” I found myself stepping forward, cupping her face and brushing over her rosy, wet cheeks to wipe away the tears. “You’re all that matters to me.” The words had been out of my mouth before I’d even registered them and it was too late to take them back.

I’d sighed, shoulders slumping as I stepped away from her again, eyes closed as if it would make this all go away somehow. “Please, MC, just go and -”, the rest of the sentence was silenced by her warm lips pressing against mine. The kiss had come as such a shock, for the first couple of seconds I hadn’t been able to return it. Once my brain had caught up though, all resistance inside of me had melted away and my arms had found their way around the MC’s body. We held onto each other like our lives depended on it and yet as if the other was the most delicate thing in the entire world.

We hadn’t had sex that night. Instead we’d found our way to the bed, lying beside one another as we kissed and touched and explored without fully crossing the line that could never be uncrossed once passed. We’d both been aware that there would be no going back from that moment on. This thing between us, whatever it might have been at the time, it was too intense and all consuming to ignore. It was merely a matter of time until we would give in entirely. That night marked the beginning of our intimate relationship, which, despite all odds, was still going strong in this very moment, almost a year after our first kiss.

I hold her in my arms, a peaceful, undisturbed and unrushed moment between just the two of us. Over the past couple of weeks those have become rare, as my brother seems to be circling her like a hawk would his pray. I don’t think he suspects anything, but we both know that in a situation like ours, it is much better to be safe than sorry. Our naked bodies are interlaced below the warm covers. Her head is resting on my bare chest, listening to my heartbeat as she always does after we make love. When I asked her once, what it was that fascinated her so much about it, she’d replied with telling me that her power over my heart made her happy. It beat faster when she excited me and slowed to blissful relaxation whenever we held onto one another like this. My heart truly was hers.

With an arm wrapped around her I held her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead, smiling to myself. “What is on your mind, love”, she asked, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. “You.” A simple yet fully honest answer. It was always her. It always would be. MC chuckled at my words, the sound that moved my heart to this day. “Other than me, silly. It’s always me when I ask.” I smirk down at her, brighter even. “Us. You and me”, I reply then. “Really? What is it that you think about then, when you think about us? Is it something nice? Something happy?” I nod. “I think about us running away. Far, far away where no one can find us ever again. Just you and me. I think about asking you to marry me and how you’d say yes. How we’d start a life together somewhere, maybe a family.”

It’s not the first time we indulge in such fantasies. In a relationship like ours, fantasies are all we’ll ever have. What if’s are probably the worst thing to ever cross a humans mind, and yet they were all we had, so we made the best out of it, as we dreamed about those things together. It wasn’t like we didn’t love each other enough to go through with it. We’d both agreed that it was an option. But MC loved my brother and I both and so did I. I could not betray him like that, steal away his loving bride and she could not abandon her best friend and husband. It was complicated, messy and hurtful, but we made it work.

Suddenly she’s moving under the covers, climbing on top of me. Her hands are resting on my chest now as MC looks down at me, eyes shining with something so intense, love is not sufficient to describe  it. Her hips begin to roll against mine once more and I can feel that she’s wet still, hungry still. Sometimes she can be insatiable, seducing me many times a night. This isn’t one of those nights, however, not just about physical satisfaction. It’s about being connected in the most intimate way human possible, being one for even just a couple of minutes. 

She reaches down between us, holds my erection between her tender fingers and sits down on it. No matter how often we do this, the feeling of being able to sink into her wet warmth overwhelms me every single time. Especially with such an intense chemistry in the room. I gasp quietly once I’m buried inside her fully. She smiles down at me, reaching out to caress my cheek as she begins to roll her hips against mine. I turn my head to the side, press a kiss to her palm before looking back up at her. The view is mesmerizing and yet again I find myself incapable of looking away.

Her eyes are closed, head slightly thrown back with her hair cascading down her shoulders and back. She is almost entirely quiet, other than the short, breathy pants and the occasional gasp. I don’t mind. Sex doesn’t have to be loud to be passionate and good. If anything the way her cheeks redden and her lips are ever parted shows me just how much she is enjoying herself. I let my hands roam over her body, grips her by the hips and caress them before traveling higher. Up her sides I move my hands to her breasts, holding them in my hands and playing with her nipples. They instantly harden under my attention and MC bites down on her bottom lip to muffle any further noise.

I like having her on top of me like that, her entire body bared to me to feast on its beauty. Her pale skin looks beautiful when it starts to flush with the strain of sex and orgasm, glistening with small pearls of sweat that formed in the moments of passion. I sit up from my lying position, craving the closeness. We are eye to eye now, one of my arms wrapped around her while I cup her face with the other hand. She opens her eyes and they lock with my. Our pupils are blows, eyes half lidded with our faces so close our lips are always brushing together.

I begin thrusting into her then, slow but deliberate. We moan in unison, moving together in tandem to find out peak together. As we kiss, licking into each others mouth, tongues dancing together, my movements become more desperate. I can feel myself growing closer with every rock of my hips, her walls tightening around me only increasing my pleasure. She knows how to pleasure me, how to have control even when it is seemingly me. Mc break the kiss, a load moan falling from her hips as I hit jus the right spot inside of her. I want to make her come before me, trailing kisses down her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin the way I know she likes. 

I can never leave marks and as much as that thought pains me, I am glad to have her in my arms at all. She comes soon after, face buried in the crock of my neck, nails digging into my back as her body shakes with orgasm, her walls tightening around my cock it takes me a mere handful of thrusts to follow her over the edge and spill inside of her. Once we’re both spent we fall back onto bed together, still slightly out of breath but happy and sated. Yet again my hand is brushing through her hair and her head is resting above my heart to listen to it slow down. I would have never thought that I would enjoy routines. I wanted adventure when I was young, constant adrenaline. Now I’m grown up and realize just how silly those dreams were compared to what I want now.

Now I dream about settling down, leaving my former ‘adventurous’ life behind. I dream about settling down somewhere with a family home, a white picket fence and a little harder. I dream about putting a ring on the finger of the woman I love, about building a family and maybe buying a dog. I dream about having a job boring enough to be safe and safe enough to provide for my family and a routine that begins with waking up to one another and ends with putting the kids to sleep. No matter how mundane my dreams, however, how seemingly reachable, they are still as unrealistic as me dreaming about being a pirate or an astronaut.

When I was a kid, I wanted one adrenaline rush after the other. Now I would do anything to be able to give it up, because the adrenaline rush you get from fucking your brothers wife is not an adrenaline rush you will ever be able to enjoy. Especially when the punishment you get for such a sin is not something that awaits you in hell, but happens on earth. Every day I have to let her go and watch her walk back into his arms. I watch her smile at him the way she smiled at me the night before. I watch them cook together in the afternoon and cuddle together in the evening.

My punishment is watching my twin brother live the domestic bliss with the love of my life that I will never ever have…and it kills me more with every day in ways that not even Rika did.

Sorry if the smut isn’t graphic or hot enough. I kind of struggled with it a little. I am also so sorry I haven’t written in days. I have so many prompts in my ask and despite having been super excited to write some of them due down days I lost all muse, motivation and joy for a couple of days. I am really sorry, everyone. I think I’m back on track now so I’ll try working off all the prompts that gathered over the past 3 days. Sorry for the wait guys. 

P.S. - I do not condone cheating and you are a piece of shit if you ever do it in real life. No excuses. If you don’t like your partner anymore at least have the courtesy to break up with them before sleeping with someone else. Be polite. 

ekinsellaauthor  asked:

Hey Jenna! I'm on the very last review of my manuscript before I format it for publishing. I always find myself procrastinating and getting really nervous right before I put anything out there. It flowed really well until I got about 2/3 done and now I'm struggling to push forward. Did you get scared before you put Eve out into the world? I won't ask for advice since I KNOW I just have to suck it up, but I'm curious as to your experience :) Thanks!

I’m going to be 100% real with you: I was terrified to release EVE. One night I was freaking out so hard, I bawled my eyes out (I cry maybe once a year so this is a big deal), woke Cliff up, and needed him to baby me the entire night. I can honestly say with zero exaggeration that I’ve never been so anxious in my entire life as I was during the release (before and during) of EVE - and I have generalized anxiety disorder, so that’s saying something. 

Also, I was drunk the entire release week of EVE. It was all I could do to calm myself down. I’m not condoning the behavior - it’s obviously not healthy. I’m just being honest.

In other words, yes, I was very scared, and I understand the struggle. You’ll get through it. It’s just nerve-racking along the way O_O

Baby Before Ring

Author’s Note: This is a Chris Evans one-shot requested by an anon. I loved the idea behind it so I just inserted some fluff and protective Chris which is my vice. *insert all the heart eyes* Thanks for the request lovely!

Trigger Warning: Profanity, Fluff

“ Hi I’m new here and I was wondering if maybe you can write a chris evans one about telling him you’re pregnant and he gets super protective and adorable thanks” -Anon

“Do you have to taste it,” I asked as I finished getting ready for the event.

“Yes and so do you,” he chuckled before placing a kiss on my lips when I gave him a frown.

“I don’t really like whiskey,” I mumbled as I walked away from him.

“You have told many lies in the past but that one I will not let go,” he laughed before he tickled my sides. “You will drink it with me.”

“Okay. Okay. So maybe I lied but honestly I just don’t want to taste that right now,” I spoke through my laughter as best as I could. “Okay stop it! I have to pee!”

“LIAR,” he shouted before finally letting me loose.

I ran from the room and into the bathroom. Locking the door, I opened my bag that held the test. I already knew the answer. As a matter of fact, I have known for a couple of weeks. I just didn’t know how I was going to tell him. I had no fear since I knew that we wanted to be parents one day but I also know that my parents won’t be but more so my mom. They are rather old fashioned. Marriage before children. And we wanted the same but sometimes that doesn’t happen. So does that make me less of a mother than a woman with a ring on her finger?

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I Don’t Blame You//A Jay Imagine

kianairwinhood said: Sorry to bother you but I wanted to know if you would do an imagine with Jay where he likes the reader buy finds out they’re Aladdin’s child but it doesn’t change his feelings for them. Again I’m sorry to bother you

Babe, none of y’all could ever bother me


Someone in the hall shoved past Jay. It was her again. He saw her all the time, but he wasn’t complaining. He thought she was beautiful. Yet he still didn’t know who your parents were.

“Hey buddy,” Carlos said, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Staring at (Y/N) again?”

“Whaaaat? Pfft, no,” Jay said, taking a bite of his sandwich. 

“Well, that’s good,” Carlos said. “Considering the fact that she’s Aladdin’s kid.”

Jay choked on his sandwich. “What?” 

Carlos smirked. “Yup. So I guess it’s good that you don’t have a crush on her.”

Jay smacked his chest and coughed, his eyes watering. “Ahem. Yeah. Good…good thing.”

Dude ran by barking and Carlos took off after him, leaving Jay with a half-eaten sandwich and confusion fogging his mind.

He walked down the hall back to his room. (Y/N) was Aladdin’s kid? What was he gonna do? Because no matter how many times he reminded himself of that fact, every time he thought about her, butterflies erupted in his stomach. 

That night, he tried to talk to Carlos about it.

“Man, what am I gonna do? She’s Aladdin’s kid, and after what my dad did to her’s, I don’t think she’s gonna want to talk to me, let alone go out with me.”

Carlos groaned. “Bro, if I hear the phrase “What am I gonna do about (Y/N)” one more time, I’m gonna smack you upside the head. Just talk to her. After Ben’s speech about how we aren’t our parents, I’m sure she won’t hold your dad’s actions against you.”

“I guess it can’t hurt.”

The next day, Jay and Carlos were walking from one class to the next when they saw (Y/N) in the hall. Carlos shoved his friend towards her and ran away. 

“H-hey (Y/N),” he stuttered.

She smiled. “Hey Jay. D’you need something?”

“I was just wondering,” Jay swallowed and took a breath, trying to calm his nerves. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out some time? I mean, I totally understand if you don’t want to, considering the fact that my dad tried to ruin your dad’s life and enslaved your mom.”

She grinned. “I don’t blame you for what your dad did. I’d love to go out with you.”

Jay felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of his chest. “Awesome.”

The Switch

shizuo/izaya ( 1,131 words / fluff / humor / in a restaurant in Ikebukuro )  ♡

It was out of the ordinary, really— for him to be wearing something else other than his usual bartender getup or the white t-shirt and a pair of track pants when he’s home, slurping away on cup ramen with milk on the coffee table to help him sleep. This time, he was all set in a black suit, blue bowtie and a dress shirt. His hair was even gelled up and swept to the side. He’d thought that he needed to dress up for the occasion, even losing his favorite sunglasses because Tom said that it wasn’t appropriate since he could look arrogant; Shizuo didn’t want her to think that way of him.

“At least I’m here first, right? That’s what Kasuka said,” he was nervous, finger fiddling with the wine glass in front of him.

Ten minutes had passed.

The girl that he had been chatting with online was still not here, which made him briefly wonder if there was a traffic problem or she’d accidentally run into some problems (for example, a bunch of rowdy boys bothering her). If it was the latter, Shizuo definitely wanted to be there to help her. Either way, he’d wait. Patience wasn’t really something he had much of, but the least he could do was try.

Shizuo reached for another glass of wine that had been refilled.

It tasted okay. He preferred sake, though.

Thirty minutes had passed.

Shizuo counted the times the waiter came to ask him whether he was ready to order, the order book almost shoved into his face with each progressing time. It was getting on his nerves too that he actually ended up raising his voice at the man. He wasn’t sure if the waiter knew who he was, though if he didn’t, he knew now from looking at the wrinkles between his brows when his face contorted in anger, jaw clenching as he held himself back from chucking the table across the room. That expression was probably what he was remembered by to the people in Ikebukuro.

Heiwajima Shizuo going on a date?

It was unheard of, sure, but there was no need for there to be whispers about it among the staffs.

He had ears too.

And he’d stab them with a fork if they continued to talk shit behind his back.

An hour had passed.

It was his limit. Now everyone else’s partners had already arrived, and they were enjoying their dinner, with their fancy food which half of the names were so foreign and complicated that Shizuo couldn’t pronounce them. Some that he could were spaghetti, affogato (Kasuka taught him how to pronounce it when he took Shizuo out for this, saying he’d love it since it had ice cream) and pizza. Meanwhile, no plates were on his table. He was tempted, though, to just order something but this restaurant was expensive and if he was going to buy something for himself, he’d rather just go to Russia Sushi or the hamburger restaurant. This kind of money should only be spent on something big and special, like this date, if it would actually happen.

The girl had probably played him, or she’d come strolling in to see the monster of Ikebukuro sitting at the spot where her date should be at, and fled right off before he could see her. She could’ve messaged him saying something came up, anything— so he could go home and tick it off on his list as an another unsuccessful attempt at love.

Vorona told him that he should wait for at least an hour since apparently girls took long to get ready so they could look perfect for their date, and they preferred to make the guys wait (it’d be more embarrassing for the girls to arrive first and wait). Well, she read that in a magazine, but it probably applied. Shizuo wasn’t sure why Vorona’s expression was solemn when she said it, though. Perhaps she already knew that he’d be stood up?

“Sorry that I’m late, Shizu-chan. Shiki-san wanted me to add more information to the work documents he requested.”

Shizuo was ready to get back up on his feet and take his wallet out to pay for all the wine he’d been drinking (which would probably cost a lot, he could already imagine it), but before he could, a familiar man he recognized so well sat right in front of him like he belonged there. And of course, he was also all suited up like Shizuo was, only with a red bowtie. The smile on Izaya’s face was different from the smirk he flashed so often at Shizuo, now appearing all sweet albeit being absolutely fake. (It was a relief that Shizuo failed to notice the way Izaya uttered the ‘chan’ part, which was with a more cutesy, high-pitched tone that was probably intended on his behalf.)

“What are you doing here?” the usual long drawl of Izaya’s name threatened to come out, his hands already shaking. It was almost like he needed to grab something to throw at Izaya’s face to calm his nerves.

“Whoever that was supposed to show up clearly didn’t. She ran out so fast on her heels when she saw you. I decided to save you from the humiliation. Aren’t I so kind?”

“I’m more embarrassed that people think I’m having a shitty flea as my date. Wait— How’d you know that, aah? Were you following me?”

“It’s not that hard to, Shizu-chan. Look,” Izaya took his phone out, and true to his words, there were row after row of articles with his name on the headlines, more specifically ‘Heiwajima Shizuo being stood up’, ‘Shizuo is on a date? Who’s the date?’ and many more, “and please, I’m so much more goodlooking than her. Shizu-chan should be pleased to have me accompany him.”

There was no hesitation displayed when Izaya sipped on his wine, not at all bothered by the fact that he was drinking from Shizuo’s glass.

“Mm. They gave you this? It’s alright, but not that good if you want a successful date.  Don’t worry, I’ll ask for a better one.”

Shizuo didn’t know what to say, head already hurting from the very moment his gaze met those crimson eyes, and yes, it’d be good to have a drink so he wouldn’t argue with that. The reason he was still here and not trashing this place by having a fight with Izaya, or out there chasing Izaya? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he really wanted to take that wine glass and break it on Izaya’s head when Izaya rested his cheek in his palm, head tipped to the side with a small smile and said these next words.

“So tell me, how was your day, baby?”

desperateparasite  asked:

I don't know if you're still doing the drabble thing or taking requests, but I need more Kunichuu in my life and the precious little crack ship is empty as fuck. A story about their early morning after a late night together would be a blessing. Something soft, fluffy, and soothing to the soul would help calm my stressed out nerves. The fact you're into the ship is a blessing.

oh my fucking god!! <3 sweetie, my requests are technically closed, but a) i love this too much and b) you just made me realize mobile users can’t tell that!! so i’ll fix that right away. my bad! kunichuu is the best ship and i need more of it too so thank you so much for sending this in. the fact that you sent me it is a blessing and you’re the best. <3 please forgive me all the other people who have sent in drabble requests, but the kunichuu ship needs reviving. *cracks knuckles* some soft, sweet kunichuu coming right up!! c: thank you for the request! i hope it helps calm you down, lovely. c: enjoy!

kunichuu - soft - 511 words

Doppo woke up to his alarm blaring in his ear. Not his preferred way of waking up, but on mornings like this there wasn’t much of a choice. He glances at the clock and holds in a moan. How long did he get to sleep? Two hours, maybe? He really needed to stop doing this. Staying up so late to work wasn’t really an option. Then again…

He rolled over to his side and wrapped his arms around Chuuya’s waist, snuggling his boyfriend’s head under his chin as he pulled him in close. Chuuya let out a little sound, like he’s considering waking up.

“Chuuya,” Doppo mutters drowsily. He takes in a long, sleepy breath and gets rewarded with a whiff of Chuuya’s shampoo. He smiles into his partner’s hair and snuggles in closer, “I think we have to get up.”

Chuuya doesn’t respond at all. His breath stays quiet and even.

Doppo hates to wake him up. After all, he’d gotten just a little sleep as him and when he’s asleep he looks so relaxed. Well, he did look goofy with the drool coming down his cheek and all, but Doppo even loved that. Perhaps because he’s the only one who gets to see it, but perhaps just because it’s Chuuya and he loves everything about him.

Leaving the warm bed and Chuuya’s side seems terribly unfair, but he has very little choice in the matter. He can’t afford to be late, and neither can his partner. Doppo stands, the carpet cold on his feet. He rubs his eyes awake and then reaches for his glasses.

A weight suddenly drapes itself across his back and the sweet shampoo scent surrounds him. “Good morning,” Chuuya mutters, his voice hoarse with lack of sleep. He reaches and takes the long part of Doppo’s hair from around his neck, gathering it all into a ponytail in his fist. He brushes his fingers through it lightly, getting rid of the night’s knots.

After a long moment, he lets it drop and puts his head on Doppo’s shoulder.

Doppo smiles lightly and twists his head to plant a kiss on Chuuya’s lips. He feels his boyfriend smile against them in return.

Chuuya put his hands on Doppo’s cheeks and pulls him down back down into the bed to kiss him a little deeper. He breaks free from the kiss and wraps Doppo up in his arms. “Can’t we sleep just a little longer?” he asks quietly.

“I wish.” Doppo hugs him back, taking the opportunity to play with his hair now, “We had a long day yesterday.”

Chuuya snorts, “Understatment.”

“I’ll make coffee,” Doppo tries to stand again, but Chuuya’s arms hold him back.

“Stay… just for a little longer,” he says, burying his face in his chest, “We can’t sleep but… I like being like this.”

There’s a redness to his ears that Doppo can’t help but smile at. After all this time and he’s embarrassed by such a suggestion? How cute.

“Alright,” Doppo said, stroking his partner’s hair lightly, “Just a little longer.”

is–is it soothing enough? i hope so… it was so fun to write… i wish i had the time to make it longer, but i really need to go to bed. lovely little babies enjoying their morning together. <3 thank you for the request. i hope it’s to your liking.

Harmony of Souls

Prompt: “Don’t be stupid.”
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters: Higurashi Kagome, Sesshoumaru
Setting: Canon Divergence
1,000 Words

Kagome stared in growing horror at the sharp claw tracing a lingering line up her bare arm. A few short minutes ago, she’d been in fear for her life, but at least she’d known what was going on.

Now she didn’t have the foggiest clue of what was happening. Being unsure and out of her depth made her feel more fearful than she’d been moments before, when she’d been fighting for her life.

Because the hand touching her arm was the very same that had been wrapped around her throat; squeezing the breath out of her. Yet, there was nothing threatening about this new touch – quite the contrary.

It was a gentle caress, and the shiver that ran down Kagome’s spine wasn’t all from fear.

“Sesshoumaru,” she whispered, her voice sounding as small as she felt.

His golden eyes were soft with strange heat, but the frown he directed at his own hand – still slowly stroking her arm – was clearly displeased.

“What is this magic?” He growled. “What have you done to this Sesshoumaru?”

“I haven’t done anything,” she replied. “Only defended myself against you.”

“You must have done something, miko. Because a moment ago I was intent on killing you, and now I feel compelled to touch you.”

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Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition. Part 11

A/n: this turned out to be so long that I had to divide it into two chapters - so once more chapter for youu!!

any way people requests are open! I’m almost finished with the ones I have right now <3

Word Count: 5036

PART 1 |PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7| PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10


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Getting out of the taxi, I wanted to slam the car door, if only I had had enough strength. Slowly, I entered our house, but right after closing the front door, I lost all that was holding me up. My body gave in and I fell against the wall, tears slowly streaming down my face.

All hope was gone. Hope for better future. Hope that since my parents couldn’t make my life a nightmare anymore, I would be happy. Hope that I would love and maybe he would love me too and even if the relationship would never be something I could tell my grandchildren, at least I would have someone next to me.

How could I have believed him? The man who lied every single day to the world for so long. I was nothing but a stunt to him. A material for his stable future as a businessman. Why would he return the feelings that existed in a stupid person that is me?

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Okay Supernatural 12x21! I won’t go into a lot of details here as I’m sure many people still haven’t seen it so if you haven’t I suggest looking away right about….. Now.

Can I just talk about this scene? Crowley messed up, Lucifer got his some-what twisted revenge and now Crowley is not dead, no. Crowley is a rat. Does this remind any of you of the whole “Harry Potter” series? Or was that just me? 

Despite the fact that I hated watching this episode because I cringed through out the entire hour of it. I have to say that  was my favorite part because no matter what, you can’t keep Crowley down. He always finds a way of surviving.

And Lucifer’s words “Clean up on isle 7″ is in fact my new favorite quote this season. That is unless we hear something wonderful exchanged between Cas and Dean but I won’t keep my hopes up on the matter. 

“ I’m doing all of this for you, so that you don’t have to. Because you mean too much to me to let you do it.” Okay, kind of got off the track here but…

And what is with the teaser of the episode showing Cas when there is no CAS in the episode? I need a drink to calm my nerves. It will be okay. I will be okay. Yeah. Oh Chuck where art thou? Ha ha