i never noticed this little part

stilesbansheequeen  asked:

dunno if you still want these, but 3 + sterek would be cute if you do :) either way, awesome list!!

3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”
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Stiles liked college a lot so far, it was freeing in a way that high school had never been and he had scheduled all of his classes to start after 10 so he got to sleep in. His only issue with college was Derek Hale’s allergy to shirts.

Derek lived two rooms down from him, always had his door open, and never wore a shirt. Ever. Stiles was convinced that Derek went to class without a shirt on, though he had no proof of that because they didn’t have any classes together.

They were a part of a pretty tight group on their floor, they all hung out in the common room after class, went to meals together, and went out together on weekends. In their nearly 8 months of friendship Stiles had seen him wearing a proper shirt twice. Derek even wore tight, white tank tops to pretty much ever meal which hardly counted as a shirt at all.

Stiles was walking home from class one sunny Friday in April when he finally snapped. He had spent the entire year so far suppressing boners when Derek was around, but this was just excessive.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Derek’s sweaty chest, with his stupid muscles and his stupid chest hair. “Heads up Stilinski!” Derek yelled as the football that Derek and Isaac had been throwing around got passed Derek and almost hit Stiles.

“Do you even own a shirt?!” Stiles said, his voice higher than usual and his cheeks flushed.

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  • ❝ This is the story of how I died. ❞
  • ❝ That’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. ❞
  • ❝ And for that one moment, everything was perfect. ❞
  • ❝ Why can’t I go outside? ❞
  • ❝ The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here where you’re safe. ❞
  • ❝ All the things we’ve seen and its only eight in the morning. ❞
  • ❝ Stop taking everything so seriously. ❞
  • ❝ Stop with the mumbling, you know how I feel about the mumbling. ❞
  • ❝ I distinctly remember your birthday was last year. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t trust me. ❞
  • ❝ Okay, okay, okay…I’ve got a person in my closet. ❞
  • ❝ I do hate leaving you after an argument, especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. ❞
  • ❝ You are not leaving this tower! Ever! ❞
  • ❝ Ugh, great. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear. ❞
  • ❝ I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it. ❞
  • ❝ Who are you, and how did you find me? ❞
  • ❝ I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…hi. How ya doin’? ❞
  • ❝ I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it. End of story. ❞
  • ❝ I have made the decision to trust you. ❞
  • ❝ Tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. ❞
  • ❝ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. ❞
  • ❝ Well that’s okay, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a despicable human being. ❞
  • ❝ You know I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ❞
  • ❝ This is part of growing up. ❞
  • ❝ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ❞
  • ❝ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ❞
  • ❝ Go. Live your dream. ❞
  • ❝ Someone get me a glass, ‘cause I just found me a tall drink of water. ❞ 
  • ❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞
  • ❝ I have got to get me one of these. ❞
  • ❝ I was going to offer you something worth one thousand crowns, would have made you rich beyond belief. ❞
  • ❝ A gift like that, well, it has to be protected. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my reputation. ❞
  • ❝ Well a fake reputation is all a man has. ❞
  • ❝ Why would he/she like you, come on now really. ❞
  • ❝ Look at you! Do you think that he/she’s impressed? ❞
  • ❝ I just listened to the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that. ❞
  • ❝ All good things to those who wait. ❞
  • ❝ Well I hope you came to apologize. ❞ 
  • ❝ I need you not to get him arrested. ❞
  • ❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞
  • ❝ And what if it is? What do I do then? ❞
  • ❝ You get to go find a new dream. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not scared anymore. ❞
  • ❝ We want him/her instead. ❞
  • ❝ The world is dark and selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the lost princess. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power. ❞
  • ❝ But I should have been hiding from you. ❞
  • ❝ Where will you go? He/She won’t be there for you. ❞
  • ❝ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ❞
  • ❝ You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s see how fast you can run. ❞
  • ❝ We’re going where no one will ever find you again. ❞
  • ❝Our secret will die with him. ❞
  • ❝ I will never stop trying to get away from you. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t let you die. ❞
  • ❝ But if you do this, then you will die. ❞
  • ❝ You were my new dream. ❞
  • ❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞
  • ❝ After years and years of asking, and asking, and asking, I finally said yes. ❞

she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Behind the scenes of the Back to the Future Part ll (1989) “2015” set.

Are You Two Dating Now?

“Love? Can you grab the plates?” Joe calls out, glancing up from the food he’s cooking.

“Yup.” Y/N closes her computer, jumping up from the couch, she crosses the floor, her hand sliding along Joe’s back as she passes him, reaching for the plates. “Smells delicious.”

“We went Italian tonight!” He replies proudly, smiling over his shoulder at her.

“Always wanted to go to Italy,” She sighs, pausing briefly, plates in hand.

“I’ll take you one day.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sugg.”

“Me? Never.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “This is one I will keep. I’ll get you to Italy, Y/N. Just you wait.”

“Mhm, sure.” She rolls her eyes, placing the plates on the counter. “Can we eat now?”

“Just have to dish it out. Go take a seat.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asks, sitting at the work top on the other side, “I have an amazing best friend who cooks me delicious food and promises a trip to Italy.”

“I know, I’m pretty amazing.” Joe answers, winking at her as he places a plate of food in front of her. “Enjoy!”


The little moments between them were so normal now, that they never paid attention to them.

Of course, the boys had noticed, wondering why the two best friends acted like a couple without actually dating, but Y/N and Joe just shrugged and said it was who they were.

How they acted with each other was just who they were, it felt right for them. They never considered that they might have real feelings, they were just part of each other’s lives, and it was left at that.


“You ready for bed?” Joe asks a couple hours later, looking down at Y/N, who’s practically asleep on his lap.

“Hmm, think so.” She mumbles, yawning lightly. “Unless you wanna finish the movie?”

“The movie will be there tomorrow, love. Let’s go to bed.”

Nodding, she sits up, stretching. “Your couch is too comfy. And so are you.”

“My beds much comfier though,” He tells her, holding out a hand to help her up.

“I know. I always sleep better in it than my own,” Y/N laughs leaning against him as he leads her up to his room.

Once they’re in the bedroom, she walks over to Joe’s closet, grabbing a random shirt before stripping out of her own clothes, slipping it over her head a moment later.

“Here,” He’s waiting for her outside of the closet, a warm facecloth in his hand, and she takes it with a smile, beginning to wipe the make up off of her face.

“Oh shit,” Joe curses softly, pausing in his movements of pulling the blankets back on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to send an email. It’s pretty important, too.”

“Then go do it, and then come to bed.” Y/N tells him, walking over to wrap her arms around him, looking up at him. “You won’t relax until you do it.”

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly down at her, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her face, “I know you were all ready for bed.”

“It’s fine.” Lifting up, she places a simple kiss on his lips, “Go write your email. I’ll be here when you’re back.”

“Thanks, love.”

Neither think of the kiss that just occurred, another moment that just felt right for them.

And when Joe slips into bed beside her a short while later, he pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly.

“Night.” She mutters sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”


And when he kisses her good morning, they don’t think anything of it either.

The shift in their relationship simply happened, and both accept it without saying anything.

“The boys are coming over for brunch,” Joe tells her, his fingers running along her arm.

“Then we should probably get up and get dressed.”

“Probably.”

Yet they remain cuddled up in bed for a while longer, only dragging themselves out when Jack texts them to say that he and Josh will be there in ten minutes.

Y/N tosses her hair into a messy bun before pulling on her pants from last night, leaving Joe’s shirt on. He smiles over at her when she appears downstairs, commenting how nice she looks in his stuff.

“I should steal it more often.” She teases before going to answer the door as the boys arrive.


By now, the boys were used to the two acting like a couple, even if they didn’t really understand the relationship between the two, so no one batted an eye when they saw her wearing his shirt, or when Joe’s eyes followed her around the room.

And even when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning against him while she chatted casually with Jack, the boys just took it in stride.

It wasn’t until they were cleaning up from brunch that the boys grew confused.

“You don’t have to do that, love.” Joe says to Y/N, trying to pull her away from the sink where she’s doing dishes.

“It needs to be done,” She laughs, flicking bubbles at him.

“Make one of them do it, then.” He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Do you not want clean dishes?” She asks, her arms moving up to around his neck.

“Hmm, fair point.” Joe answers, leaning down to kiss her gently. “At least let me help?”

“Fine, you can dry.” Y/N tells him, lifting up to kiss him once more before she turns back to the sink.


The group of boys all stare over at them in shock and confusion, exchanging glances.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Caspar finally says, drawing the attention of the couple who aren’t a couple.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asks, taking the plate from Y/N, drying it.

“When did…that happen?” Conor asks, gesturing between the two.

“When did what happen?” Y/N glances over at Joe, but he shrugs, placing the plate onto the counter.

“You two just kissed.” Jack tells them, “I mean, we get you two are touchy and she wears your clothes and stays the night…but, you kissed.”

“Well, at least we know Jack can see.” Joe laughed, “But what’s the problem?”

“Are you two dating now?” Josh asks them, glancing between the two.

Y/N and Joe share a look, a silent conversation happening between them before she smiles, placing a soapy hand on his cheek as she reaches up to kiss him again.

“Suppose we are.”

“Guess so.” Joe shrugs, smiling fondly down at her.

“You two are so bloody confusing…” Oli mumbles, shaking his head.

Yet to Y/N and Joe, it all makes perfect sense.

Because it’s just who they are.

The Arrangement (Part 8)

Summary: You and Dean head out to his hometown, where you finally get to meet Mary and John. The sleeping situation causes some minor problems.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, sexual tension

A/N: here it is, guys! Part 8! I hope you all like it!

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Sorry - Archie Andrews

Imagine request: you and Archie get into a huge fight and your best friends. And you go to the diner to pick up an order and Archie happens to be there. And he tries to talk to you but your to mad. And your order is ready and you walk out and Archie chases after you. And you finally let him speak. And he confesses his love for you while apologizing. And he kisses you. Your shocked just as much as he is for doing that to his best friend for so many years. But it feels right. :))))) thanks

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I feel pretty damn good about this one, if I do say so myself!!!

You don’t really even remember why you were pissed off at Archie, but all you felt was anger towards him. It might’ve been how he hadn’t hung out with you over the summer like you planned or the way he treated Betty during and after the dance. Your heart still ached for your friend, knowing what it was like to carry an affection for Archie Andrews. Your feelings for him were perhaps deeper than Betty’s, but you remained silent about them for her sake and your own sanity. Admitting that you like your best friends was not on of your priorities, especially after blowing up in his face. The fight was hardly one sided though, he had said some things and you left before he could make anything worse. The fight occurred around a three days ago now, but it stung not having your friend around you now.
Like normally, Archie would walk with you to pick up food from the diner, but you were currently walking down the road alone. It wasn’t dark out quite yet, but your hunger and the fear of being out too late made you walk a bit faster. You soon got to the diner, walking through the door and being hit in the face by the wonderful smell of food. Walking up to the counter, you recited your order number to Pop who went into the kitchen to fetch your meal. Soft music played through the diner and you looked over at the old jukebox to see Archie making his way towards you. You looked down at your hands and groan internally. You weren’t ready to talk to him just yet, you were still angry. He was about a foot away from you and he leaned against the countertop. “Y/N, can we,” you looked up at him and he stumbled over his words, “can we talk, please?” You swallowed hard, his tone sounded remorseful but his body language made it seem like he was on edge. “No, not right now,” you murmured, looking towards the kitchen door, silently begging for Pop to come back soon.  “Y/N I need to tell you,” you shot him a glance, your gaze meeting with his. “Here’s your order Y/N! Enjoy!” You turned to Pop, handing him the money and grabbing your bag. “Thanks Pop,” you giving him a smile and you turned to walk out of the diner. “Bye, Archie,” you muttered, pushing the door open. The cool late afternoon air hits your face and you start walking home. As you were walking, your heard the door open once more and the pattering a feet running towards you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was Archie.

“Y/N please!” You halted, spinning around to face him. “Please what, Archie?! Listen to you, I think I heard you pretty well last time.” You met his gaze and you could see the hurt on his face. A part of you felt sorry, but the other overpowered you with anger. “Yeah, but last time you walked away before I could apologize,” his voice wasn’t loud or harsh as you expected. It was soft, as if hoping you’d forgive him. “I’m sorry, for everything,” he said taking a step towards you. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t around over summer and I’m sorry I never called. I’m so sorry that I hurt Betty, but I couldn’t just lie to make her happy.” There was little space separating you now, but you didn’t notice, you were too caught up in his apology. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell Betty that I love her like that, because I love you too much to lie to myself, let alone her.” Your heart beat faster at his words and the feeling of his hand holding yours didn’t help that.  
He took a breath, looking into your eyes, “But I’m not sorry about telling you that.” You were entranced by his brown eyes and despite the shock, you accepted each word. With his free hand, he cups your cheeks, pulling your lips to his. All of your pent up thoughts and feelings for and about Archie poured out into that kiss, so when your lips parted, a weight was off your shoulders.

 “Don’t be sorry about that,” you whispered and Archie chuckled. “I couldn’t be even if I tried.” You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers now and he walked you the rest of the way home. You didn’t live that far from Pop’s, but you and Archie seemed to talk for hours. At least it felt that way, but before you realized it, you were back home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Archie,” you said as you let go of his hand reluctantly. He gave you a boyish smile and grabbed your hand again, pulling you to him one last time. “I love you,” he said again and you smiled. “I love you too.” he let you go then, watching as you disappeared in your house. He didn’t feel too sorry anymore.  

Unnoticed [Jason Scott x Reader]

Request: Could you do something like the reader thought Jason never noticed her and then during the battle the red ranger saves her and once the battle is done and everything, he goes to check on her and asks her out?

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: I’m not sure how much I like certain parts of this. I haven’t actually written in about a month, so I’m a little rusty. I have read over it a couple times, and had another pair of eyes read it as well, but there might still be mistakes. Hope you all enjoy this though, and also, if you would like to be tagged in future writings let me know! My requests are OPEN! Also, if you are looking for another Power Ranger blog to follow, go check out my sister @zacktxylor! Her requests are also open!

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"You cannot pick and choose which parts of her to love."

There. That, I think, is the phrase that describes the difference between the love Chaol has for Celaena and the love Rowan has for Aelin–and notice how i phrase that. Dorian says that on chapter 40 of HOF and it resonated deep with me, for both of the SJM series. Chaol has always been a little bit afraid of the killer in Celaena, the beast inside her. But from the moment he finds out she is not entirely human–he can never love her. Not as Aelin, not as fae, not as a being of fire and rage. He is too scared of her, of what she represents, of what she could become. And that is how I know Chaolena could never be endgame, at least not until Chaol faced his fear. Rowan, on the other hand, has always known who and what she is. And he doesn’t care in the slightest. She is a princess and the rightful heir of Terrasen and a freaking assassin and still he won’t take none of her shit. Bc he is even bigger a warrior and a prince and fae just like her, has killed more than she could count, has lived more than she could imagine. And when they fall in love it’s so beautiful it hurts, his quiet and her fury, his experience and her impulsiveness, his wind and her fire. A mix that could build up kingdoms, and Terrasen would be theirs.

I Wouldn’t Choose You - Kit/Ty Fanfiction

Hello! This is my very first fan fiction, so if its terrible please ignore it and carry on with your day :) This was written for the ‘Lord of Shadows Challenge’ hosted by @incorrectdarkartifices and @carstairsdaily. It is based on the characters Kit and Ty from the Dark Artifices series written by @cassandraclare. Theme -April Week 9: Vampires. Thank you both for the opportunity to write it! Here it is!

The Clave had become crueler, stricter over the years, regarding the Downworld. The Accords were still silently intact, but it had been long since Downworlders and Shadowhunters had taken up arms with one another.

An outbreak of rogue vampires had swept the Shadow World. Some of Valentines experiments, from many years ago, had survived and escaped their prison, the location of which was still a mystery. They were now infecting humans and already turned vampires, turning them into a species much like that of the Forsaken, except with fangs and annoyingly inconvenient immortality.

The Claves instructions? Kill immediately. An order, funnily enough, that didn’t differentiate infected vampires from non infected ones.

The streets were dark and vacant. It was after all, three in the morning. Nothing could be seen, save for the glowing white light that floated along in the murky blackness, illuminating the figure who held it, as well as his companion. They were clad in dark gear, and the colours of their hair starkly contrasted each other; one with a head of gold blonde and one with ink black. Anyone of the New York Shadow World may have recognised them as the great and formidable Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood, famous Shadowhunter warriors, brothers and parabatai, who were known and feared among all beings, heavenly and hellish.

Be that as it may, this was not New York; it was in fact Los Angeles, and the boys with hair that could be mistaken for that of Jace and Alec’s, went by the names of Kit Herondale and Tiberius Blackthorn.

Ty held his witchlight ahead of him, illuminating the dark asphalt in his path. Kit walked close beside him, hand on the hilt of his seraph blade, ready to unsheathe it at any moment. He glanced around him uneasily; this was only his second or third time out in the field, after 3 or so years of training, and he hadn’t yet mastered the art of total and utter fearlessness that accompanied the job that was hunting demons. Ty had offered to mark him with a fearless rune, however, Kit was very strongly opposed to that idea, especially since Ty didn’t need one himself.

Ty noticed Kit’s wariness, and hid his grin.

“You know, it would be a lot more strategic if we were to use the night vision rune, so that we could see in the dark. This witchlight is either scaring everything off, or we have 100 vampiric eyes on us right now. We are kind of a walking target.”

Kit scoffed. “Runes are much too Shadowhuntery, and I still totally object to all of this. I mean, sure there’s that one useful healing rune -”

“The iratze,” Ty drawled, enjoying winding Kit up. Kit knew exactly what it was called, and Ty knew it. He had marked them into Kit’s skin with his own stele many times.

Kit narrowed his eyes. “Whatever, THAT one is useful. The rest are just, like cheating. Magical cheating.”

“Ah,” Ty nodded mock understandingly. “So a night vision rune is too unnatural, but an angelic stone, powered by heavenly magic that only glows at a Shadowhunter’s will, isn’t?”

Kit shoved Ty, and Ty laughed. Kit liked the sound of his laugh, something he didn’t really hear often; smooth, velvety and light, kind of like music.

“So,” Ty started wryly once he’d stopped laughing. “How was your Herondale bonding session with Jace yesterday?”

If Kit wasn’t completely oblivious to almost everything around him, he might have noticed the hint of jealousy in Ty’s voice, at the fact that Kit liked hanging out with someone other than him.

“They aren’t bonding sessions, they’re training sessions!” exclaimed Kit. 

It was true, Jace having taken great interest in Kit the moment he learnt of his true last name, had requested private training sessions with him. Kit, who at first, had thought upon the idea with great disgust, was swayed only when Ty had convinced him. Kit also had to admit that he was curious about Jace, and given that his entire family history had been a lie, had really no choice. Besides, although he’d never say so, Kit had come to like Jace a lot.  

“Sure,” Ty grinned. “What did you guys do?”

Kit huffed, and ran a hand through his golden hair. “We practiced a whole bunch of sword techniques and then he showed me some new jumping skills and mid-air manoeuvres. Then we went out to get hot chocolate and talked about stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah,” Kit replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Family stuff, Shadowhunter stuff. I think he’s trying to pass some kind of esteemed Herondale legacy onto me, incase he never has any children. Which honestly sucks, considering he’s THE Jace Herondale and no one could really live up to that, especially someone like me.”

Kit kicked at a pebble on the ground and watched it bounce away from him.

“Of course you could,” Ty said firmly, taking Kit by surprise. “Also, I’m sure he’s not trying to do that on purpose. He probably just really likes hanging out and talking to you, you’re about the closest he will ever get to having a younger brother by blood.”

Kit remained quiet. He had never really thought about it like that. Ty had a funny way of doing that to him, making him see above and beyond, with new perspectives.

“I guess you could be right,” Kit said thoughtfully. He grinned. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to hang out with me? I’m perfect.”

“Oh please,” Ty scoffed, although, when he glanced at Kit’s clear blue eyes, golden hair and facial features of the graceful, Herondale-esque nature, he couldn’t help but agree. “I think you’ve been hanging out with Jace a little too much. Or is that arrogance an unfortunate trait all Herondales inherit? Along with that god awful blonde hair?” 

“You love my hair,” Kit said defiantly. 

“No,” Ty retorted. ‘Yes,’ he thought. 

Kit smiled, a blinding, beautiful smile. Ty had spent quite a while internally training himself to not be entirely distracted by it, which had indeed been a difficult feat.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Blackthorn. Anyway, we talked about Parabatai. He explained that whole strange situation to me, anything I hadn’t already read from the Codex. He talked about himself and Alec, and aside from the weird intimacy of it all, I think it’s actually kind of cool.”

Ty looked at him in shock, hand over his heart. “You finally found an element of Shadowhunting cool and I wasn’t there to witness it? Unbelievable.”

Kit rolled his eyes. “The whole ‘fighting together makes you stronger’ thing is pretty neat.” He regarded Ty curiously. “Have you ever considered having a parabatai?”

Ty shrugged. “If I did, it would have always been Livvy. She has asked me a few times, but I said no. If you have a parabatai then you’re forbidden to study at the Scho -”

“The Scholomance, yeah I know,” Kit interrupted bitterly. Any time Ty had talked animatedly of his desire to join the Scholomance, to leave the Institute, Kit could only think of Ty leaving him, and could not even pretend to be happy for him.

“Anyway,” Ty continued warily. “Would you ever have a Parabatai?”

“Well, yeah I think so. Like I said, it sounds cool. Although, I don’t know who it would be,” Kit mused. “It’s not like I’m that fond of very many Shadowhunters.”

Kit glanced at Ty, the boy who had been his one and only friend, who had healed him and taught him all he knew and convinced him to embrace the part of himself he had been so adamant on pushing away. “To be completely honest, I’d probably choose you.”

“I wouldn’t choose you,” Ty said frankly, still looking straight ahead.

Kit sighed. He was never angry at Ty’s bluntness, even when they first met, he knew it was a part of him that made him different. It only sometimes made him a little bit frustrating.

“I know Ty, you told me just then your Parabatai would be Livvy. I was just -”

“That’s not why I wouldn’t choose you.”

Kit frowned. “Well then why-?” He noticed Ty had stopped walking, and turned to see him standing there, staring at him with an incredibly unreadable expression.

Suddenly, Kit remembered one specific passage from the Shadowhunter’s Codex. One he had read over many times, although he didn’t know why.

A passage that condemned the explicitly forbidden act of falling in love with your Parabatai.

Ty stepped towards him slowly. He was half a head taller than Kit, something he liked to tease him about to no end.

Kit noticed that Ty’s pale skin was slightly flushed, even though they had only been walking. He was suddenly aware of the closeness between them, and could count the light freckles that dusted Ty’s nose. He could see the way that the moonlight illuminated his angular cheekbones, sharpened his straight and defined jawline and glinted off of his black hair.

Kit was overcome with the urge to run his hands through that hair, and clenched his fists so hard that he could feel his nails pierce into his skin.

And god, his eyes. Their usual beautiful grey was now a glowing silver, framed by long, dark lashes. Kit remembered the first time he had seen those eyes, as silver as the knife that Ty had held to his throat when they first met.

He remembered 14 year old Tiberius Blackthorn, who had lonesomely ventured into the dangerous world, so desperate to protect the people he loved that he would risk his own life without hesitation.

“How beautiful,” he had thought.

Ty gripped the side of Kit’s waist with one hand and brought the other to his face. He brushed a purely golden lock of his hair out of his eyes.

Those cerulean, sea blue eyes that had barged in on Ty’s life, knocked down the walls he had built around himself and taken up permanent residency within him, no matter how hard he had tried to shake them.

Time seemed to slow down, as he cupped one side of Kits face, fingers lightly gripping the soft curls behind his ear and thumb running across his cheekbone, downward and over his lips, which were partially open, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He felt the sharp curve of Kits jawline under his hand, and the muscles that moved as Kit swallowed.

They were so close that that Kit could feel Ty’s light breath on his mouth; the sweet smell of mint and a hint of chocolate. Kit vaguely recalled Ty chewing on a plain milk chocolate bar before they left for their mission. He had bought it for him from a convenience store, because he knew they were Ty’s favourite. Kit wondered if the taste of chocolate was still left on his lips, and found himself wanting dearly to find out.

Kit’s glanced upward from Ty’s lips, only to discover that Ty was looking at his own. Only micrometers apart, all either of them would have to do was move forward -

Kit’s eyes widened. He grabbed Ty and shoved him behind himself, holding him there. In one smooth, singular motion, he unsheathed his blade, cried out its angelic name and plunged it into the heart of the vampire that had sped towards them, towards where Ty had been seconds before.

He briefly glimpsed its deranged eyes, dark veined face and fangs coated in black blood before it exploded into nothing.

The world was silent again, save for his and Ty’s heavy breathing. He was faintly aware that he was still standing protectively in front of Ty, gripping his arm and holding it behind his back.

“Jace teach you that, did he?” Ty said, still trying to catch his breath.

Wordlessly, Kit nodded. He turned to face Ty, not letting go of him, searching him for any injury he may have sustained, when suddenly they heard a cry. They turned just as Livvy bounded into them, knocking them both over.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry, I should have been here! Are either of you hurt? How did you kill it? Oh my goodness, please tell me you’re alright! I tried calling you to tell you that there was an Infected in your area but neither of you would pick up! Oh, I was so worried-”

“Chill Livvy, we’re fine,” Kit said muffled, his mouth full of her hair. They all sat up and Ty fended Livvy’s fussing off as best he could.

“Livvy quit it. Kit killed the vampire, we are safe, I promise. See?” Ty held up his hands, “Not even a scratch.”

Livvy  wrapped her arms around him tightly. Ty responded, wrapping his own protectively around her small frame, stroking her hair, whispering reassurance and words of comfort into her ear, as they had been doing since they were tiny children.

He looked at Kit, who couldn’t look at him. “Kit,” Ty started, but Kit was already on his feet.

“You were right about the night vision rune. I’ll use it from now on,” Kit said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The shakiness of it had nothing to do with the vampire that had just attacked them.

“You’re hurt,” Ty stated with slight anguish. He let go of Livvy and lightly held Kits forearm up so that he could investigate it. There was a deep gash that was now welling with blood; the vampire had managed to claw at him before it disappeared.

He hadn’t even noticed, he was too preoccupied with making sure Ty was okay.

“Kit,” Ty said gently, “Let me -”

“No it’s fine, I’ll do it,” Kit said abruptly.

He pulled out his stele and drew an iratze on his arm. Within seconds, the pain that had momentarily been there had vanished, and the cut begin to heal itself. With a start, Kit noticed that the skin on his palms that he had broken with his fingernails had begun to heal as well.

Ty noticed this too.

He tried to speak, but Kit cut him off once again.

“We should get going. I’ll see you both back at the Institute.” With that, he walked away briskly.

“Kit!” Ty called, but he didn’t turn around. He was too busy forcing himself not to miss the feeling of Ty’s hands on his skin, of his fingers in his hair, of his soft looking lips so goddamn close.

He tried not to think about the fact that Ty had said his name three times within the last minute, forced himself to stop feeling that certain way all three of those times, no, every time, every single time Tiberius Blackthorn said his name.

He tried not to think of the reason that they would never, ever want to be parabatai.

That was just it though. However hard he tried, however much he forced himself, he just couldn’t stop.

Something I noticed

After watching the promos people have been wondering what the hell happened to glossaryck, but if you look closely you can see the strings and notice that this glossaryck is made out of cardboard. Some speculate it’s a trap, but it looks like it’s part of the episode “face the music” with that little princess puppet we where shown in it’s promo

We don’t know what’s gonna happen to glossaryck though, he mentioned he “doesn’t have a side” but still we can never be too wary

Ludo: Glossaryck?

BTS Reaction: Their S/O Traps Them Against A Wall

Requested by- @cherrysu

Thank you so much for requesting! I assumed that you are their s/o, so I kind of wrote the reaction that way. I hope you enjoy!

Jin: Jin, as the oldest hyung, is probably composed. Jin would have a confused look on his face. He’d act playful and try to sass you, testing you. However as soon as you start kissing his neck and restrict his arms, he’d begin to melt under your touch. // “Wow, little midget, I didn’t think you’d…oh…”

Originally posted by yoongichii

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Suga: Despite his cold exterior, I feel like when it comes to skinship he completely melts. When you push him against the wall, his senses would sharpen, feeling every part of your body that’s pressed against him. He’d become submissive and let you pull at his hair and kiss his collarbones, and then chest, and then… // “Okay, okay…keep going…”

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J-hope: Happy sunshine Hobi, begone. Sexy manly Hobi has arrived. Hoseok would bite his lip as your hands graze his chest and abs, letting you do whatever you wanted. Somehow he’d be so turned on by you being dominant, you can see it in his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to let you lead for long, however; he could easily flip the situation around. // “You had your fun, my turn.”

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Rap Monster: Literally would fall apart in your hands. ARMYs all know how kinky this man can be. He’d have an arrogant smirk on his face as you pin his hands and body against the wall, as if challenging you to make your move. When you finally do, pleasure would overtake him. // “Who knew someone as adorable as you could make me react like this?”

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Jimin: He would give innocent eyes and act soft, but inside he’s so turned on by your sudden dominance. Never in a million years would he let you dominate him though; a few sensual kisses in and he’d flip you around so you were against the wall, and he’d waste no time. // “Not today, babe”

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V: Vocal as f when you pin him against the wall. He wouldn’t know how to react; he’d just have a shocked and surprised look on his face when you pin him against the wall. But once you start kissing him, he notices every part of you and every little bit of space that separates you two. // “What…I…oh okay…whoa-”

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Jungkook: Cue international playboy- not. He’d be so surprised by your sudden actions that he wouldn’t know how to act at first. However once you start kissing his neck and collarbones, he’d let the feeling swell over him and maknae no more. // “Shit…”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

IDK if this got a little more intimate than you expected or wanted, but thanks for requesting! My first reaction on this blog, haha :) I hope you enjoyed!

Third Wheel (Part 2)

Since many of you asked nicely, here it is. Part two. 

Ao3: Click me♥

Part 1
Part 3 
Part 4


Keith was not happy with their new arrangement at first and nobody could blame him. He was possessive, and Shiro was his everything. He wanted Shiro for him and only him, and he wasn’t stupid. Everyone knew Lance used to have a crush on Shiro, what if he tried to take him away from him? 

It was not fair. 

But the omega was right. The alpha hormones were getting in the way of his relationship, and it was destroying it. If letting Lance in was what they needed to keep what they had, he was going to welcome him with arms open.

That’s why when Lance arrived to their room and Shiro throw him on the bed, Keith moved towards him and showed interest in the boy, breathing in his scent.

He had to remembered Lance, even when he was annoying sometimes, was not bad. They were friends, and friends helped each other. And right now, Lance was trying to help them get the release they needed to keep functioning as a couple.

Keith was surprised when he didn’t feel jealousy the moment Shiro pushed him aside and went down on Lance. He actually felt himself getting hard by the sight of his partner bringning so much pleasure to the omega. He knew from experience how good Shiro was.

They shared Lance, and never stop touching or kissing each other. Keith felt relieved, he thought that Shiro was going to forget completely about him and focus on Lance. But he didn’t. 

They touched and workship Lance’s body, bringing the boy to edge several time. They fucking so hard they left him breathless, and Keith never felt so good in his life. 

He felt… Like himself again. He could breath, there was none of that alpha-crazed thoughts he had. He no longer had the desire to challenge Shiro, he only wanted to returned to his lover arms. They smiled, and looked over where Lance was sleeping. 

It was thanks to him they could be together again.


Shiro knew that once wouldn’t be enough. And they end up having Lance as a guest on their bed more and more often. Before he could notice Lance was everywhere they went. It wasn’t Shiro and Keith anymore, it was Shiro, Ketih and Lance. 

He coulnd’t complain. He really enjoyed the omega’s presence. And he could see how much Keith was starting to like him. 

They became really close. Lance even started taking care of them not only as the omega of the pack, but as their omega. It was lovely to see. Shiro felt many times tempeted to scent him, but he never did (and never allowed Keith to do it) because he didn’t want to overstep boundaries. Lance was helping, not… Being on a relationship with them. He was their friend, only that. 

Shiro felt many times tempted to scent Lance and kissed him, but he never did (and never allowed Keith to do it either) because he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. What if it made Lance uncomfortable? He wasn’t in a relationship with them, maybe Lance would see it as too much. 


Their ruts came and it wasn’t pretty. Things got really complicated and if it weren’t for Lance, it would’ve been a fucking disaster. 

The sex was… Different. Shiro and Keith fought over Lance, a thing they never did before. The omega didn’t notice, because the three of them kept hanging out together. But when Lance was gone, things got akward. They couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, and about what probably meant.

Lance’s heat came, and Shiro knew it wasn’t fair, but he rejected Lance. He and Keith really wanted to be there for him. It was a sweet and tempting idea. But after what happened in their ruts, a heat wouldn’t be advisable. 

Heats were know to be stronger, and Lance’s normal scent was already strong enough. What if his heat made them fight again? What if Lance woulnd’t be able to stop it this time? Shiro needed to be careful. Even if it hurt him to reject the omega, it was the best for them.


Things changed, and it wasn’t obvious at first, but they didn’t spend as much time as before with Lance. It was not because they didn’t like him or anything. Keith and Lance were getting along really well lately, and Shiro appreciated him a lot. But there was this unspoken thing the alphas knew it was there but both refuse to acknowledge. 

“We need to talk about this, Keith. We can not keep doing the things we do with him if we are not sure if we want him with us.” Shiro said, finally feeling brave enough to bring the conversation up. 

“Why not? We’re fine the way we are. And he told us it was ok.”

“No, we’re not.  Do you realise how unffair it is to him? We’re not even talking to him right now because we are too trying to figure out whatever this is. And the only times we are with him is to fuck.”

“It sounds awfully wrong when you say it like that.”  He murmured looking uncomfortable.

“Because it is wrong! You are concerned about this too, i know it. I noticed you started avoiding him. You always avoid people when you have something on your mind. Especially if it’s about them.” He looked tensed. Keith was clearly nervous. “Do you like Lance, Keith?”

“… I don’t know.” He answered in a low voice. “And you? Do you like him?” 

Shiro sighed. “I don’t know, Keith. I don’t know…” 

After that, the alphas decided to keep their distance from Lance until they figured out their problems. Shiro thought it was a bad idea to keep treating Lance as part of them if they weren’t sure about their feelings for him. What if they got his hopes up and they one of them changed their minds about adding the omega to their relationship? It wouldn’t be right. 

They didn’t stop their little encounters, though. 

A bad decision, indeed.


“But what if he rejects us Shiro?! “Ketih said looking angry. “What if he was only doing that. Helping us! He likes you, that’s obvious. But… I don’t know if he wants me like that.”

“Keith–”

“No, you know it’s true. We may get along better now, but the fact that we fucked does not mean anything. Maybe it’s only sexual desire what he feels towards me, not love.” 

“If we never talk about this with him–”

“I’m not ready to talk, Shiro.”

“Keith, please.”

“No! And what if he says yes? But we start fighting over him and we just… Stop loving each other. What if you stop loving me?” And Keith looked so hurt, so scared, that Shiro felt his heart shrink. 

“Keith… I–”

“There you are love birds!” Said Hunk with a big smile, unaware of the tension in the room. “Allure sent me to get you, we’re about to meet prince Lotor and she wants all her paladins to be there!”

“Yes, thank you Hunk, we’ll going.” Shiro offered his hand to Keith, who after a few seconds grab it with a strong grip. 


The meeting was a success and they were now celebrating.

But that didn’t mean Keith felt better. He was still disturbed by the conversation he had with Shiro earlier. He was full with doubt, and didn’t know what to do.

Shiro, noticing the state of his mate, took him to the center of the ball room and then hold one hand, and put the other one on his waist. 

“What are you doing?” Keith asked, a little confused. 

“Dancing with you, obviously.”

“Shiro, i hate dancing.”

“No you don’t.”

“Well, i’m not good at dancing.”

“But i am, just follow my lead.”

Keith looked uncomfortable at the beginning, but when the started spinning and Shiro lift him, he couldn’t help his giggles. Shiro started laughing too.

They hugged tightly and when they part, Shiro kissed his lips.

“I will never stop loving you, Keith. Ok? "The other alpha nodded. "You want Lance, i want Lance. Him, being part of our relationship won’t break us apart. It will only makes us stronger.”

“Are you sure?”

“… I’m sure.”


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What? What? Is this just a misunderstanding???? lololol 

It was supposed to be only one chapter, but you guys left me so many nice comments here and on ao3 that i couldn’t resist writing more.

And i was like, “Huh, just one more chapter, right?” wELL I don’T ThIK SO. Yes, there’ll be chapter 3. Because this can’t end it just like this :v

In other news, what do you think about this chapter guys? I know, the way Shiro and Keith handle things was not the best, but they aren’t bad. Just stupid, lol. Also, i promise you all that Lotor will appear next.

The girl no one noticed 2 || D.H.

A/N: I wrote a little second part to this story. This week so damn stressful for me and I’m just glad it’s Friday now.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART ONE

Originally posted by shinyphan

“Who are you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her or at all those amazing things in her room. A small smirk played with Y/n’s lips. She knew that most people would never get to know her well enough to see this side of her. There was barely anybody who knew her like this and that was the way she wanted it to be.

What I didn’t know was that she had decided that I was worthy enough to find out a bit more about who she really was. Little by little.

“Do you want to order some food now?” she asked instead of answering my question and unlocked her phone.

We decided to get some pizza and after it arrived we devoured it sitting on her bed. We even started talking about school, complained about teachers and we also talked about our favourite bands. I couldn’t stop mentioning how amazing her room was and how much I loved Green Day and playing video games.

After eating as much as she could Y/N asked me if I wanted her last two slices of pizza and I gladly took them.

“We should probably start with the assignment.” Y/N then said, holding her full belly.

It took us  three full hours to finish our presentation on the book. I tried to distract her a lot and constantly fooled around but I think I was also helpful from time to time.  

“Can we please play The Last of us 2 now?” I pleaded, after Y/N had written down the last sentence. She put away all of her notes and pens and finally closed her book.

I was stretched out on her bed, feeling extremely exhausted. I was in desperate need of a break and some fun. After concentrating for three straight hours my brain had become useless.

“Fine.” She gave in, unable to hide a smile as she turned on her TV and PS4.

“Catch!” She then shouted after she had thrown a controller at me. Since she didn’t warn me early enough I wasn’t able to react soon enough. The hard controller hit my chest and I yelped in pain. Y/N stuck her tongue out at me and giggled, making it impossible for me to be mad at her.

She sat down next to me on the bed, we both had a controller in our hands. As we were fighting zombies our knees and shoulders accidently brushed a couple of times but I didn’t want to move away and neither did she.

I felt like electricity was rushing through my body every time we touched and it was a feeling a had never experienced before.

I totally forgot that time was something that existed while being with her. While we were having fun playing, it was already getting dark outside. At 7pm there was a knock on the door to her room. The sudden noise made me jump in fear because I was focusing so hard on escaping from a few zombies. Sitting in a dark room wasn’t helping either.

“Come in.” Y/n shouted, after she had recovered from the shock. A little squeal had actually left her mouth as the knock on the door jump scared us.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. She had the same hair colour and height as Y/N.

“Honey, I am h-“ she started but stopped as her eyes landed on me. There was surprise written all over her face.

“I didn’t know that we have a visitor.” She smiled, her eyes were filled with curiosity. I guess Y/N didn’t invite a lot of people over to her house.

I got up to introduce myself to Y/N’s mum. “Hi, my name is Dan.” I politely said, shaking her hand.

“Y/N never told me about her charming boyfriend.” Mrs Y/L/N raised an eyebrow and smiled.

I could hear Y/N groan in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. She was still sitting on her bed, her cheeks bright red.

“Muuumm!” she groaned in embarrassment much to her mother’s amusement.

“We- we are like uhm. We are not uhm dating.” I stuttered, not sure if what I said even made sense.

“Sure.” Mrs Y/L/N said with a wink. “Why don’t you stay for Dinner, Dan?” she then added and I gladly accepted her kind offer.

“Sorry for my mum, she’s just excited that I invited somebody over.” Y/N apologized as soon as the middle-aged lady had left the room to prepare dinner.

“Yeah.. don’t worry.” I awkwardly told her, as I plopped down next to her on the bed again.

“I don’t know why she thought we are dating.” Y/N added, avoiding my eyes.

“Right? Crazy idea.” I continued, scratching the back of my neck.

“Totally.” Y/N agreed, looking up from the ground.

And then it happened. In the matter of a second. I saw the beautiful colour of her eyes shortly before our lips got so close they were touching. We were both surprised by our own actions. It felt like my body was a ticking time bomb that exploded as soon as her lips finally met mine.

The explosion tore down a wall somewhere inside my body that had previously captured some of the most fantastic emotions and they were all free now. I had never felt like this before. It was the first time ever that I felt that wholesome.

It was like my brain was smiling while our lips moved against each other.

Her hand quickly travelled to my cheek as she deepened the kiss.

I had never thought it was possible for my heart to beat that fast, but it did.

Then the downfall. The low after the high.

“Dinner is rea-“ I heard somebody shout. Y/N quickly pulled away. Her mother stopped in the middle of her tracks. She was halfway through the door still holding the door handle.

“I’m so sorry.” She genuinely apologized as Y/N buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready.” Her mother quickly repeated before she headed out of the room.

As soon as she left we suddenly busted into laughter. Both of our cheeks were bright red and it was such an absurd situation. We had kissed! And then her mother interrupted us… We were too speechless to say anything, so we laughed. And that was enough. 

After we had calmed down we walked downstairs to not let her mum wait too long. On the way, I shyly took Y/N’s hand.  

As soon as we sat down on the dinner table Y/N’s mum looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Not dating, huh?” she then asked, cocking one eyebrow.

Happy. Happy?

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Originally posted by wrestlingsexriot

I was 22 when a simple comment changed my life completely. He caught my eye from the very beginning; not knowing much about him until WWE finally decided to do the UK tournament. He was 19 at the time and my naïve 22 year old self did not know how to handle the feelings I was getting. He was handsome beyond beautiful. The way he carried himself made him seem slightly older but the childish persona would often find its way. Tyler Bate was brilliant absolutely brilliant in my eyes. I was instantly captivated by every movement he did.

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Stargazing

A/N: I had an idea for a quick fluff, and I hope you like it! This was somewhat inspired by all the pictures from the tour that show Shawn with the moon and all the lights from the crowd looking like stars. Let me know what you think :)

It’s been almost a half hour since Shawn and I started stargazing, and I still haven’t found the Big Dipper. “It has to be here. I took an astrology class for crying out loud. My teacher had, like, 60 power points on it.”

Shawn laughs. “Maybe the Big Dipper doesn’t want to be found.” His voice sounded as if he was speaking directly into my ear.

I shift so I can see Shawn from my peripheral vision; his head is turned in my direction. I move my head to meet his brown eyes.

“Have you even been looking?”

“I’ve been looking,” his eyes are still on mine.

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Jimin Scenario: The Love We Share.

Request: Hey, Can you write a scenario where jimin get so envolve with his daughter, spending all his spare time off work with her only, and y/a feeling left out from both him and her daughter, she couldn’t talk it through. Didn’t want to be selfish in anyway, so just hope he’ll notice but he doesn’t. And one day she just leave with a note of all her daughter needs. “& maybe saying where/ how long is she leaving” like “ i needed a break for couple days” i hope you understand what i’m trying to say 🙊 Y/A doesn’t have to leave the house, you can resolve it in any other way, like jimin finding her crying. Or shifting her behavior, or him waking up not finding her in bed/house. Idk you can just choose whatever. 

Genre: Family / Drama.


-Come on Minah, hurry!- Jimin’s voice was heard through your house and then the giggles of Minah coming running from her room to the living room where his father was waiting for her.

You saw it all from your spot in front of the TV, you didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could imagine. Jimin was dressed like he was going out but he hadn’t told you anything and then there came Minah running to you, she was wearing pink pants, sneakers and a white shirt.

-You forgot your jacket- Jimin laughed and she giggled running back to her room to fetch the jacket.

-Are you going out?- you asked making Jimin look at you and then stepped closer to where you were, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

-Yes, just for a little while-

You nodded, bitting your lip as you saw your daughter trotting back. -I’m ready daddy!- she squealed going directly to Jimin who patted her head. 

-Let’s go-

-Wait- you cleared your throat. -Where are you going?-

-For ice cream!- Minah cheered making Jimin laugh.

-We will get some ice cream, want us to bring you some?-

You sighed, fighting the feeling of hurt that spread around your chest, it wasn’t the first time this happened but as each time you couldn’t help it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do or say anything either. 

-No, it’s ok-

-Really?- Jimin insisted as Minah pulled his hand to hurry him. 

Sighing again you smiled the best you could. -Strawberry and chocolate chips-

Jimin nodded and threw you a kiss. -See you later Y/N!-

You turned off the TV, standing to go to your room and look for some work to do to occupy your head with something, you felt selfish with your current thoughts, but was it so wrong to want to be part of the moment? You also wanted to make great memories and have fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want ice cream, it was that you wanted to be there and eat it together, but Jimin and Minah were recently doing everything just the two of them, you liked how happy they were, but then you also wanted to be a part of it.

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Father II

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“Pomona honey!” Called Poppy out. “Urgent letter from Hogwarts for you!”

Pomona Pomfrey-Sprout smiled when she saw her wife standing in the door of their little cottage. After nearly forty years of marriage she was still very much in love with her. “Coming! I just have one more mandrake to plant!”

She made quick work of the last little bugger, then hurried off towards the house. It was probably Neville again, asking her for tips on how to handle his particularly nasty first year Ravenclaws, who always tried to corner him with complex questions about subjects more fitted for fifth years. It was a clever technique to disturb lessons and avoid homework.

“Here.” Poppy handed her a cup of tea, the letter and a morning kiss. “If it’s Neville again you should tell him to just floo in next time. I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Will do, will do.” She opened the letter.

Dear Pomona,

I’m sorry to say that Malfoy has fallen ill. It’s nothing serious as far as I know, but he won’t be able to teach for a while. I persuaded Minerva to let Harry take care of him until he’s back on his feet, and I am now taking over the defence classes. I was hoping that you might be willing to replace me in herbology while I do so. It would be greatly appreciated.

Hope to see you soon,

Neville

Pomona smiled. “As much as I love to see you in just a bathrobe.” She pulled her wife into a hug that became a kiss. “I’m afraid we have to get going. Hogwarts needs us.”


“I hope those two will finally find each other now. Pomona used to grow Devil’s snare, a plant known for it’s slow pollination, but even they never took more than a year to get together.” Madam Pomfrey crossed her legs and took a sip of tea from the cup Neville had offered her. She had arrived ten minutes ago, and while Pomona had immediately left for the gardens, Poppy had stayed with Neville to catch up a bit.

“Did you just compare Malfoy and Harry with Devil’s Snare?” Asked Neville.

“Maybe…” Poppy took another sip of tea, using the cup to hide her smile. It was about time Harry found some happiness, and Malfoy wasn’t undeserving of it either after everything he’d done for the school.

“I think I’d best be off to the greenhouses now. You never know what those first years will do when faced with a new teacher, and my darling girl isn’t the youngest anymore.”

“I don’t think we have anything to fear in that department. I suspect even in her sleep she’d still be able to teach seventh year Ravenclaws.”

“I know…” Poppy sighed. “But back in the day I made her fall for me when I helped her with a tough class. I wouldn’t mind reliving that moment.” She smiled at the memory.

Neville laughed. “That’s actually really cute.”

“Yeah, Pomona and I are sometimes quite  sappy for each other.”

“You mean sapphic for each other?”

Poppy gave him a sharp, disapproving look. Neville threw his hands up in defence. “I wasn’t going to leave that perfect opportunity unused okay, you know me.”

Poppy rolled with her eyes and got ready to leave.

“I’ll see you during lunch!” Called Neville after her. He knew she secretly loved his puns, even though she would never admit it out loud.


“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out of this mess. Don’t you go thinking that I won’t. You’re my friend now and I don’t fail my friends.” Harry was stroking Malfoy’s perfect blond hair. He knew the other man wasn’t listening to his ramblings, he’d fallen asleep some time ago, but Harry needed to say it for himself. Needed to believe it was true.

He actually had no idea how he was going to stop Lucius from retrialing except for marching into the ministry and straight up forcing the minister to refuse Draco’s dad his basic wizarding rights. Not that he had anything against that idea, but he knew Draco would never accept it.

He sighed, and pulled out his wand to sent a patronus to Minerva, telling her that he wasn’t able to teach his classes that day. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of the memory he used to conjure it. How he was getting Malfoy out of this mess was his top priority, not the reasons behind his desire to do so.

Harry tried to relax a bit, and tightened his arms around Malfoy. There was a certain calmth coming from his body pressing on top of him. His weight was somewhat reassuring.

While he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to that one sentence again. What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you.

The words had shocked him. Apparently Malfoy blamed himself for what his dad was doing, like after all those years of hard work and good deeds he still somehow hadn’t been good enough. Like all of this was caused by him not trying his best instead of his father being a total shitbag.

Harry didn’t understand how Malfoy could still love his dad, how he could still care about his opinion after everything he’d done. But he also felt out off his debt, because he didn’t know what it was like to have a dad. He had no idea how Malfoy felt and for now he could do nothing more than hold him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, hoping that would somehow be enough.

But deep down he knew it wasn’t.


When the afternoon neared its second half Malfoy slowly started to wake up.

“Hey.” Harry greeted him with a warm smile. Malfoy groaned, and turned his head away.

“Please tell me I didn’t cry myself to sleep in your arms.” He whispered.

Harry tightened said arms around him. It was his way of saying that Malfoy shouldn’t get weird ideas like getting up, because Harry wasn’t letting him go. “You kind of did. But that’s okay. We all have our bad days.”

Malfoy let out a huge sigh. “Fuck.” He readjusted himself on top of Harry, a difficult task because Harry’s arms held him in a deadlock. “You know you can’t solve every problem in the world with a good hug right?”

“I know.” Answered Harry. “But I can try.”

Suddenly he got a broad smile on his face. “Hey Malfoy, you do realise you just called me a good hugger, right?”

“Did I say good?” Malfoy lifted his head from Harry’s chest. His eyes were still red from crying, but the despair that had reflected in them earlier was gone. “I meant terrible. You’re nearly murdering me in your arms, your shoulders are too bony, your…. Ugh.” Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy even tighter, like he was trying to push all the air out of his lungs.

“What was it you were saying about my hugging qualities?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to answer, but could barely say a word because Harry cranked up his muscle power even more. “Great…” Malfoy gasped for breath. “Greatest hugger…”

“That’s what I thought.” And Harry loosened his grip.

“Asshole”

“Fuckface.”

Malfoy let his head rest on Harry’s chest. They lay silently in each other’s arms for a while before Malfoy spoke again. “I suppose there’s no chance…”

“No Malfoy, indeed there isn’t. I am not going to not talk about what happened.” Said Harry with a stubborn tone in his voice.

“But…”

“But what? Malfoy we’ve worked together for two years now. I consider you to be my friend, no matter how weird that might sound. And friends don’t abandon each other when something like this happens, even if it’s not the easiest subject to talk about.”

Malfoy sighed, defeated, and rolled off of Harry. “Could we postpone talking about it then? I think it still has to sink in a bit.”

“Sounds reasonable.” Answered Harry, whose stomach grumbled loudly.

The sound made Malfoy’s eyes widen, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He looked worried. Even though it had been nearly two years since Harry had beaten his depression, his lack of appetite had never really left. Malfoy hadn’t really been lying when he complained about bony shoulders.

“Potter, have you eaten?” Harry was suddenly very busy studying the ceiling.

“You haven’t, have you?” Malfoy checked his watch. “Both breakfast and lunch?” Harry sat up as well now, but still refused to look at Malfoy.

“Dammit Potter. You were doing so well before.”

“But this was to blame on the circumstances!” Said Harry defensively.

“Circumstances my ass, any normal person would have called a house elf for some food.” Malfoy sounded more concerned that angry. Harry would have prefered him angry, he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. Especially not Malfoy, who shouldn’t have anything on his mind but his dad at the moment.

"You and I both know I’m not…”

“No, Potter. You are indeed not a normal person, you’re the boy who lived. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need food in order to stay that way.”

“You haven’t eaten either though.” Harry realised how weak his excuse was, and he cast his eyes down at the duvet. He knew he should have eaten but it had slipped his mind again, like it so often did.

“I was out cold, you were not. You can’t keep skipping meals like this Potter.” Harry slowly looked up, and Malfoy caught and held his gaze.

Malfoy’s eyes were no longer red from crying, instead they contained a spark. A fire.

Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen Malfoy like this before. The life in his grey eyes did something with him. It captured him. It calmed him down. It made him believe Malfoy would never not be there to remind him of the little things.

“You care.” The words were soft, surprised, filled with something Harry had never felt before.

“Of course I do.” Malfoy didn’t cave this time, though he felt more emotions rush through his veins now then he did that morning. Harry only now noticed Malfoy was holding his hand. “Of course I care.”


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12x19 Coda: Come Back to Me

Destiel 12x19 Coda.  Shockingly, it does not include the mixtape, but there’s a healthy dose of angst for you.

Dean wakes up aching.

And not just because Cas had healed his broken wrist but not the pain from being literally ground into the gravel. The ache is in his chest, and it spreads through every cell, every atom.  If anyone else told him that, he’d shrug it off as melodramatic.  But right now?

“Dean?”

Beside him, Sam stirs.  After noticing that Dean hasn’t moved, never mind the fact that he’s just broken a bench with the force of his body, he scrambles to a half crouch to look over him.

“I’m fine.”

Gruffly, he pushes off the helping hand and gets to his feet, ignoring the pulsing headache growing behind his left eye.  He hates getting mojo-ed.

“He’s gone,” Sam says, utterly needlessly.

There are little bits of gravel clinging to the indents in his palms.  Dean wipes them away on his jeans.

“I can’t believe he just—” Sam starts.

“I can.”

The worst part of all of this is that Dean remembers that look.  Remembers the calm, cool certainty in Cas’s eyes when they’d first met.  Dean remembers a chiseled piece of granite with ice chip eyes.  And he’s nothing like the Cas that Dean knows.  The Cas that Dean—

“We have to find him,” Sam says, thankfully breaking off that train of thought before Dean can finish it.

“He doesn’t want to be found.”

The words come out harsher than Dean had anticipated.  His hand flex at his sides a few times before clenching entirely.  Sam looks mildly alarmed, but Dean plows on anyway.

“He just hit the frigging reset button, Sam.  He powered up and he—he lost something along the way.”

Because that hadn’t been Cas looking back at him.  Not the Cas that texted long strings of emojis and called Hot Topic ‘the Hot Topical’ and ate every burger Dean ever made for him without complaint even though he could only taste molecules.  That right there was Castiel, and Dean’s scared.

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satanslilcherry  asked:

Hi! Today I'm feeling really bad about my body and stuff. Could you please write some hc about rfa+minor trio reacting to MC how's feeling like shit bc her father keeps bodyshaming her? Pretty please

Hey, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling bad about your body. I hope these headcannons will make you feel a little better. I tried to keep this gender neutral and vary in body Imagine issues, because it’s not always about how big you are, I know some people are subconscious about how skinny they are, or if they don’t have an muscles. Also sorry these took so long, but I wanted to make each one as accurate as I could. 

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