i was like wait a minute i think i've heard that sentence before

iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

Oh my gosh. Dragon Stiles is fantastic oh my god. But I've only found a few fics of it, which sucks. So: "Peter had been losing shirts lately. Well. Not so much as loosing as having them stolen out from under his nose." AKA. Dragon Stiles steals Peter ' s clothes and stuff because he likes his scent.

Yes, I am quite the sucker for any Creature!Stiles fics, but Dragon!Stiles does hold a special place in my heart. I may have went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you like it! 

Note: This one is just over 4,000 words.


“Stiles? Could you come here for a minute?”

“Coming!” Stiles stood from his desk, cracking his back after sitting for so long before heading downstairs to where his dad was working at the kitchen table. “Yeah, pops?”

“Have a seat.”

Stiles did, wondering if he’d done something recently that could’ve gotten him in trouble and if he should admit now or wait to see what his dad knew. John gave him a curious look.

“You’re not in trouble, but that look says that you probably should be. I’m not sure I want to know, though.”

Stiles grinned, relaxing in the chair. “Nonsense, daddio. I’m an angel.”

John laughed, shaking his head before looking down at the book in his head.

“Look. Your eighteenth is coming up in a few weeks and your mom…” John paused, taking a deep breath before pushing through. “Your mom made me promise to give you this before then. She started writing it as soon as we figured out about…the sickness.”

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It burns, doesn't? [pt. 11]

Genre: Mafia!au (Mature) Fluff? Angst…so much angst. Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7

Summary: Why am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

authors note: /// means flashback ….nd omg it’s finally out. Im trying to try new gifs for characters highlighted chapters…

Originally posted by je0n

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |

The moment when one realizes that things will never be the same is bittersweet. As children we rely on the things around us to remain the way they are, our young minds don’t quite understand the concept of change yet we’re impulsive and oblivious to cause and effect. it’s human instinct to crave structure and stability, even if it’s through an illusion, even if it’s merely a reality we create for ourselves. The discovery of what’s perceived as happiness, joy, kindness, trust, and love are vague descriptions of our innermost feelings, those emotions are essential to growth. But for some, their lives are pages from a book torn up and discarded like trash, they feel emotions in a brutal way. Pain, jealousy, anger, sadness, envy, greed—it gets shoved into them, no warning or preparation. Suffocating them until it becomes a desperate means of solitude, the loneliness can be too much to bare really. Turning to materialistic comfort is a common response, as sad as it may be, it helped in some way. Such as cigarettes. You get an exhilarating sense of relaxation when you exhale, knowing it’s bad—when you hold it in your lungs, forcing your body take something so foreign, it’s feigning self-control. Through a tiny white stick he controls his pain and pleasure, through it he found solitude—it was more bitter than sweet.

Everything happened so fast. 

He didn’t know what he was going to do from here, it didn’t help that he hasn’t had a blink of sleep. A cigarette sat in the ashtray and he left his quarters to check on his men. Some of them were patching up the wounded, they even lost a few men, so the faint sound of weeping was heard at every other corner. How a man could look upon the friends of the people he let die wasn’t a natural talent, this type of inhumanity had to be formed. Those people just happened to be casualties, you win some, you lose some. 

People die under you, that’s one of the high prices you pay as the boss.

When it all comes down to it, the truth is, they signed up for this—if it’s for the boss, you risk it all…or not at all. They knew that when they joined.

Hoseok went AWOL last night, he came back early this morning but that was only to freshen up so he could go out again. He had speculations on Hoseok’s stance in all of this, hell, he has speculations about his own stance on the situation. Jin’s response to all of this was the most surprising, he was so levelheaded and prepared as if he orchestrated the whole thing. Jin had always been the sneaky type, not completely honest with everything but that was understandable. It’s not like he grew up surrounded by people he trusts. In order to survive, he had to keep his guard up. Jin managed to come in and set his own rules into play. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or furious about it.

Speaking of Jin, not even five minutes ago he called him to his office and he has yet to come. He likes to think of himself as a patient man but now is not the time to keep him waiting. The guy he sent came back alone. “Boss, he said he’ll be here in a minute.” He swallowed, Yoongi’s stare is far too threatening to not be nervous around.

He had the audacity to make me wait, unbelievable. It doesn’t matter whose the oldest in this relationship. This whole organization is on Yoongi’s back. He has to have an answer for everything, he has to know everything—he doesn’t take that lightly, he can’t afford to. He has to stay calm, no matter what, and that was an overwhelming responsibility sometimes, more than they would know.

“Tell him that I said I want him in here, now.” He was stern, eyeing the kid at the door.

“O-okay sir.” 

Like a puppy off to fetch a tennis ball, he ran off.

Yoongi grabbed the pack of cigarettes, his pale fingers pulling at the pack to slip out one of the white sticks. He didn’t rush, he secured it between his lips and held up to the white lighter. When it caught flame, he took a deep breath and exhaled, this was his third one today. Jin walked into the room, a look of impatience on his face.

Yoongi inhaled, taking another puff of the cigarette before saying anything. “You had a whole operation going down and when it’s over is when I find out.” He sat the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“How long has this been going on Seokjin? How long were you planning to leave me in the dark about this?”

Jin simply shrugged. “I didn’t make a decision any different than you would’ve. You should be thankful. Namjoon is on his knees, Jaebums gang is halfway in hiding and I have my little sister. Yoongi, you know how these things go.” He ran his hand through his locks, giving Yoongi a knowing look.

“No, I don’t actually. Enlighten me.” 

“If I wouldn’t have done what I did she’d probably be dead right now! You don’t understand Yoongi…Namjoon won’t stop, ever…He’ll keep trying to go after me and now her, and to be honest it’s partly your fault.” He sneered, not really caring if that pissed Yoongi off, it was true.

My fault? So I’m supposed to be your fucking savior or some shit? I didn’t know she fucking existed until Hoseok and Jimin brought her ass here. But that girl isn’t the problem, you are.” Yoongi grumbled, already fiddling with his favorite dagger to ease his stress—it wasn’t working. “Why are you doing this Jin?”

“Yoongi, do you not understand the concept of doing a bad thing for a good reason?” Jin was sort of tickled, amused at his robin hood philosophy.

“Yeah, I do. But it’s you who doesn’t seem to remember your role here. I made this group, from the ground up. I've carried it on my back since I was 18. I call the shots. Not because one day I thought, ‘oh you know what, I think I’ll be the leader today.’ No. Because I earned it, I earned the right to say what goes, not you hyung.” He sounded pretty irritated already. Jin was just waiting for him to be finished so he could get out of here. Yoongi is just blowing hot air, this was nothing he hasn’t heard already, he thought to himself.

“I really don’t know why you felt the need to interfere, I had it under control. He wouldn’t have killed the girl just yet, I knew that. I knew it the whole time. Kim Namjoon is still dramatic if you haven’t noticed, he’d put her through hell before you have to mourn her death.”

“I wasn’t gonna wait around for that to happen. I wasn’t wasting any more time if it meant leaving her with him any longer. She was second priority to you but not me. Namjoon had my little sister Yoongi, she’s not just some girl, she’s my flesh and blood and he knew that the moment he decided to keep her.” That very sentence appalled him, his stomach twisting in disgust. “He’s a weed—he’s cancerous, he needs to be cut out. And you can’t cut without causing a few abrasions.” Jin was serious, Yoongi knew all of those things to be partly true, but Namjoon used to be his best friend. Even now, Namjoon was almost the same, nobody really changed significantly. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, they were all just like he remembered. Just more…broken. They can’t stand each other now. The feeling of hatred was more than mutual, friendship was a distant memory between the two gangs that once worked in harmony. “If it was your mother, you would’ve done the same thing Yoongi, maybe even worse.”

Yoongi gave him the dirtiest look, he knew not to bring her up, Jin was the only exception right now. 

“People were killed, on both sides. Two explosions in two highly populated mafia territories, we didn’t go unnoticed.” Yoongi kept his anger at bay, the cigarettes were working this time. He would never say it aloud but knowing Jin could execute a plan that was so complex and to do it without his knowledge, made him feel disrespected. 

“The police aren’t on our backs because of the relationship we have with the chief. Most arrests regarding our men, he let’s slide and I’d like to keep it that way.” Yoongi tapped the cigarette in the ashtray, a smirk coming to his lips, Jin wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Seo will want more answers. He will start calling eventually, but I’m gonna tell him to take it up with you. You’re responsible for the mess anyway.”

“You’ve never been the type to back down Yoongi, don’t tell me you’re…scared?” Jin laughed, he literally thought that the mere thought was funny. To see Yoongi, the man with a never-changing expression, afraid of something? That was impossible. By the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes he realized now was no time to tease him. 

“Ugh-” He gasped. Before he knew it Yoongi was around the table and pressing a knife against his neck, an intense look on his face. “Yoongi.” Jin swallowed with some difficulty.

Min Yoongi wasn’t as still as water, not all the time. There are a few things you better not say or you will regret the moment you opened your lips.

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight, I don’t have a scared bone in my body Hyung, not one. I don’t fear anyone, not you, not Namjoon, not even my own maniac of a father who caused every mental and physical pain you could think of to his only son by the time I was fifteen…” Yoongi scoffed retracting the knife as Jin was almost at a loss for words. Yoongi scoffed. “You have some nerve. I suggest you drop this high and mighty attitude before this knife is through your neck, damn it.” He sneered.

He sighed, straightening up his freshly pressed suit. The visual image of what Yoongi threatened had him touch his neck subconsciously and cringe. “Yoongi, you’re tense, I understand that really I do. But just think about it, think about this group, think about the people involved…This is the game Yoongi, no one plays by the rules, you know that better than anyone.” Yoongi just stared at him, a stoic expression plastered on his face as Jin slowly exited out of the room.

He really did know that better than anyone—almost too well.

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Adena is in the middle of a shoot when her phone rings. She checks to see that Sutton is calling. Immediately, she knows something must be wrong because Sutton never calls her while she’s at work. She calls for a break so that she can take her phone call. Setting her camera aside and answering the phone

“Sutton, is everything ok?” the unease evident in her voice

Sutton responds “Hey Adena, I know I shouldn’t be disturbing you at work, but how mad or concerned would you be if I told you that Kat may or may not have just hurt herself trying to cook.”

Sutton said that sentence so quickly that Adena wasn’t sure if she had heard it correctly. But what she did understand were the words Kat and hurt. She quickly tells Sutton to hang on for a moment as she goes in to tell Firuze that she needs to step out.

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Track #4: Sunday

(A string of short imagines based on Rafael Barba, inspired by the songs from Jonathan Larson’s Tick, Tick…Boom!)
#1. 30/90  #2. Green Green Dress  #3. Johnny Can’t Decide  #4. Sunday  #5. No More
#6. Therapy

A tingling sensation on the side of her arm woke her from her sleep, must be an itch, she thought. Without even opening her eyes she reached up to the source to scratch it, only to come in contact with rough fingertips. Not an itch after all. She summoned her eyes to finally open and immediately felt glad afterwards.

There were very few sights she enjoyed more than a bare-chest Rafael underneath her linen sheets. She appreciated the neat comb overs and high-end tailored suits of the unstoppable counselor just as much as the next person, but she would trade it all for this in an instant.

The disheveled hair, the reduced eye bags, the peaceful expression; a sense of pride began to form within her as she realized how lucky she was to bear witness this side of him.

Unable to resist any longer, she caught his fingers in the midst of his light strokes and interlocked her fingers with his. Besides, as ridiculous as it was, she was beginning to feel jealous of the ceiling he was staring at so intently.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes—” She feigned irritation but couldn’t continue the act for long when she noticed his apologetic expression “But I’m so, so glad you did.”

She shifted closer to him to place a kiss on his throat, earning a soft hum.

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Executive - Ch 08.

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Kim Junmyeon/ Lee Sunmi (OC/Reader)
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 4,935

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08. Thunder

To the slight annoyance of both of you the weekend before the gala was not spent with Junmyeon like you had secretly hoped. Your parents wanted you to go on a short trip together and you couldn’t say no, nor could you ask Junmyeon to come with you. You weren’t ready to face your father’s hopeful smile or your mother’s overeager eyes when you introduce him as your boyfriend. You couldn’t even think of calling Junmyeon your boyfriend without letting out a low squeak.

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Something I have to tell you

So I feel kinda bad for not having updated any of my fics, and I’m really in the mood to write more, but not having a good laptop at the moment is no bueno. But but! Here’s something I sorta wrote a while back and it ain’t perfect but, it’s some tsukkiyama to quench my need

Anyway. Ramble over. Read if you’d like. Thanks!

“There’s something I need to tell you…”

There was a pause in the room, the only sound coming from the small air conditioning, grumbling its ferocious belly in the space between them.

“What is it?” He asked, shifting his head to peer at his friend clearly. He pushed up his glasses, watched as Tadashi roamed from one foot to the other, slightly pacing the room.

He took a shuddered breath.


Words became stuck in his throat. He scratched underneath his chin, then at his arms, pulling down his sleeves to not mark them red. Still, his fingers flitted. Kei stared at his fidgeting hands.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, slowly, sitting up straighter and crossing his arms. Tadashi could barely look at him, seemed to scrutinize the floor.

He swallowed, felt his neck, and blinked several times. Finally, for a moment, one fleeting second, he looked up. Kei met his eyes. They were terrified.

“I’m– bisexual, Kei.”

And it was barely a sound, barely a second of space. Tadashi, immediately, cast his eyes to the floor again, taking a deep breath.

Kei scrunched his brows, completely confused.

“…That’s all?”

Tadashi took another long, shaky breath, trying to laugh. “Ah… well… yeah, I guess– half. Half of it. But I’m not… really ready for the other half.”

Okay, that really confused Kei. But not for the reason Tadashi might be assuming.

“Oh no… I’m sorry. I just. I needed– I needed to tell you. You, um– I really needed to tell you, that’s all…”

Kei raised a brow. “You think I’m mad?”

“Well, no– not mad… but… weird from it? I don’t know, I don’t know,” Tadashi put his hands through his hair. “I don’t mean to assume that, it’s just– I don’t know…”

Kei reached a hand out, slowly feeling his presence.

“If it helps, I don’t feel any differently.”

Tadashi looked over at him, peeking behind one of his arms, fist curling into his hair. His mouth shifted into a small smile.

“I… yeah, it does help.”

“Not that I should. Or you should assume that I’d be–”

“No, I know. I was just worried…”

“Of what?”

Tadashi gazed at him. Then, his eyes found a space to the right of Kei, in thought.

“I need to tell you something else… I just… needed to know if it’d be okay.” He said, clearing his throat and putting his hands between them. “If we’d be okay.”

Kei narrowed his gaze. “Obviously.”

“So… you’re sure… we’re okay?”

“Yamaguchi, I’ve seen you rip your pants open trying to catch a cat.”

Tadashi put a hand over his face. “Don’t bring up the pants story now! And besides, it’s not the same, Tsukki.” He laughed.

Kei shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just trying to tell you nothing would make us not okay.”

Tadashi’s laughter withered into a broken smile. “I don’t know about that… maybe not everything…” He muttered.

Kei looked at him, made a sigh. “If you need me to make a big promise out of it, we can pinky swear or something, just no blood oaths–”

“No no,” Tadashi chuckled nervously. “Um… okay… okay, okay. I’m gonna tell you.” He shook out his hands. Kei raised his hand, signaling him to ‘go for it’.

Tadashi nodded. “Alright. Um… I…” He stilled, eyes wide as they stared at the ground.

Kei waited, though grew bored. Anything Tadashi had to tell him couldn’t possibly ruin anything, but Tadashi did have that tendency to think those things. Maybe he should say that…

He looked at him, standing in deep concentration. He decided to just give him time.

And three minutes passed…

Kei sighed, reaching forward and patting the top of his head once. “Say it. Don’t say it. It doesn’t make a difference. I’m getting back to the homework.”

Tadashi looked at him, shaking from his catatonic state. “Wait–” He tugged at Kei’s sleeve. Kei could see a few tears sprout from his eyes before he looked away.

“I’minlovewithyou.” Tadashi mumbled beneath his breath. Kei thought he heard wrong, knew he most definitely did, because that was the most ridiculous sentence that could come out of his friend’s mouth.

“What?” He said.

Tadashi, hand shaking at Kei’s sleeve, tugged harder. “I love you? Um… I have for a while. I’ve been… I’ve been in love with you for the past two years–well, give or take. I’m not, um, really sure when. Maybe that doesn’t matter, but I– love you.” He paused. “Um… just to be clearer, it’s more than a best friend kind of thing. But I’m getting through it, so, don’t worry about anything, I just– needed you to know… oh god– just, don’t worry about it, please.”



That was a lot to take in at once.

(finish this later tho lol)

…Okay that last part was a note to self after I wrote this back in May pfff

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anonymous asked:

Hi this is my first time requesting anything! And I don't really know how to do this. But can I have a Jimin soulmates Drabble? That's all I've got :// thanks!!

THANK YOUUUUU!! (i’m sure you have seen the soulmate au i’m talking about. i didn’t come up with it so credit to original owner.)

Colour was a foreign concept to you and most of the people in your class besides the lucky few. Your 2nd grade teacher being one. She was the one who told you about what colours were. They were the most beautiful things she had ever laid eyes on. They were beyond explanation. Whenever she opened her mouth to talk about their beauty she became speechless. 

You became curious to say the least.

You wanted to see these mysterious things called colours, so you were the one in class to raise your hand and ask, “How do you see colours?”

With a smile, your teacher whispered, “Y/n, Have you heard of a soulmate?” 

Innocently shaking your head, you waited for an explanation.

“They are the person you are meant to be with. Before you are born, your soul is split into two. One is given to you, and the other to your soulmate. Some people meet them early on, some later in life, some never. When you touch them, you see colour.”

“But that’s sad… How do you find them?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and letting your long, dull hair fall off your shoulder.

“They come to you.” 

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"ferris bueller's day off" starters
  • "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
  • "If I get caught, I don't graduate."
  • "Well, we've had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard."
  • "This is my ninth sick day this semester. It's pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'm probably going to have to barf up a lung, so I better make this one count."
  • "Twenty bucks says he's in his car right now debating on whether or not to go out."
  • "Excuse me. If whoever was in this house is still in the house, I'd like you to know that I've just called the police. I'd also like to add that I've got my father's gun and a SCORCHING case of herpes."
  • "What a little asshole."
  • "This is ridiculous making me wait around the house for you."
  • "Whatever mileage we put on, we'll take off."
  • "I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it."
  • "I think I see my dad."
  • "How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?"
  • "I meant, are you in here for drugs?"
  • "Um, he's/she's/they're sick. My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the girl who saw [name] pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it's pretty serious."
  • "The city looks so peaceful from up here."
  • "The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a deadlock, but, uh... you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor's office. That's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms."
  • "Thank you, no. I'm straight."
  • "It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school."
  • "Drugs?"
  • "You fellas have nothing to worry about. I'm a professional."
  • "Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet."
  • "So THAT'S how it is in their family..."
  • "You make me get out of bed, you make me come over here."
  • "[Name], you're my hero."
  • "Why can't you let me rot in peace?"
  • "It is his fault he didn't lock the garage."
  • "Les jeux sont faits. Translation; the game is up. Your ass is mine.
  • "Why'd you kick me?"
  • "A; You can never go too far. B; If I'm gonna get busted, it is NOT gonna be by a guy like that."
  • "I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him."
  • "I don't remember him being sick nine times."
  • "You killed the car."
  • "There's someone you should talk to."
  • "We're going to get busted."
  • "[Name], this one's for you."
  • "Okay, [name], can we just let it go, please?"
  • "Go piss up a flagpole."
  • "I do have a test today, that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European. I don't plan on being European. So who gives a crap if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car."
  • "The question isn't 'what are we going to do,' the question is 'what AREN'T we going to do?'"
  • "Never had one lesson!"
  • "If you had access to a car like this, would you take it back right away?"
  • "A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine automobile."
  • "Did you blow him away or somethin'?"
  • "Uh, what country do you think this is?"
  • "You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore."
  • "Why are you here?"
  • "He's licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands."
  • "Who do you love? You love a car!"
  • "Sooner or later, everyone goes to the zoo."
  • "I can't drive when you're yelling at me!"
  • "Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive."
  • "He's gonna marry me."
  • "If you say '[name]', you lose a testicle."
  • "Be a man, take some Pepto-Bismol, get dressed and come on over here, I'm tired of this stuff."
  • "Between grief and nothing... I'll take grief."
  • "I asked for a car, I got a computer. How's that for being born under a bad sign?"
  • "We'll drive home backwards."
  • "Four thousand restaurants in the downtown area, I pick the one my father goes to."
  • "Pardon my French, but you're an asshole!"
  • "If you're not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend."
  • "Here's where [name] goes berserk."
  • "You just sounded like Dirty Harry just then."
  • "You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym?"
  • "I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life."
  • "I weep for the future."
  • "Now, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you."
  • "Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter."
  • "Pardon my French, but [name] is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his/her/their ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond."
  • "Incredible, one of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a second."
  • "Look, don't make me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it."
  • "Where's your brain?"
  • "You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do."
  • "Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours."
  • "The man could squash my nuts into oblivion."
  • "If anyone needs a day off, it's [name]. He/She/They has/have a lot of things to sort out before he graduates. Can't be wound up this tight and go to college, his roommate will kill him/her/them."
  • "You're still here? It's over!"
be mine?

type : oneshot 

genre/rating : fluff; G

character : Jaebum 

plot : based off got7′s confession song, except that he’s the one confessing to you 

A/N : R.I.P markerifics!!!!!  


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Just a Regular Tuesday

killiansguyliner asks:  hey!!! Just like to say I really love go get your hart and I’m really looking forward to the final part :D just out of curiosity, how do you think lucas “prom-posed” to maya in high school? Thanks!:)

So this is a Go Get Your Hart Pre-Prequel  so you don’t have to have read the other installments of GGYH to read this, it’s really just a fun promposal fic! :)

A small fic in which: Farkle Minkus is absolutely done with his oblivious friends, Zay Babineaux has a radio show, and Maya Hart gets the surprise of her life from one Lucas Friar (who, let’s jut say’ has embraced his heritage.)

Also, if you like Lucaya from other people’s POV, you’ll like this as it’s from Farkle’s perspective which is interesting! :)

Let’s go!



“I can’t believe you’re actually going to do this.” Farkle says, shaking his head in amusement as Lucas rearranges the cowboy hat on his head. Lucas grins brightly at his friend as he adjusts the brim of the hat carefully in a classroom window, catching the eye of quite a few people looking at him from the inside, and only grinning wider at them all. Farkle stifles a snort as he can practically visibly see people in the room becoming charmed with Lucas, and all he’s done so far is smile.

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Stora AU: Stiles and Cora are FBI agents working undercover as a bartender and a stripper, respectively.

“There’s La Loba!” Stiles cried as Cora walked up to the bar. He had just started his final wipe-down of all the glasses, and offered her a towel to help out so they could leave faster. She just eyed it disdainfully until he put it away again.

“Don’t call me that,” Cora sighed as she leaned against the bar. “I mean, it makes no sense. We’re in Michigan; there can’t be more than four people who speak Spanish this far north.”

“It’s because it fits well with the song,” Stiles shrugged, referring to the fact that Cora’s big dance of the night was to Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira. “Hey, now that I think about it, She Wolf clearly works as a better song. Why wouldn’t-”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just want to get the hell out of here,” she cut him off. Probably for the best.

“Two minutes, tops,” Stiles gestured with the tumbler and towel in hand.

Cora huffed. “I’m waiting in the car.”

One minute and fifty seconds later, Stiles slipped out the back door to head home. He got about three steps before he heard Cora say, “I am so not in the mood for this.”

Stiles rounded the corner to see a large, clearly intoxicated man had semi-cornered Cora into the corner of their little back parking lot. She looked to be in no real danger, so he held back to see how things would play out.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go back to yours, what do you say?” the man grabbed for Cora’s arm clumsily.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Stiles stepped forward a bit. Before he could even finish the sentence, though, Cora had the man pinned to the ground with his right arm twisted up behind his back.

“Drunk tank?” Stiles asked, jogging over to their car to grab a spare set of handcuffs out of the trunk. The guy didn’t seem very threatening, but intoxicated people were often unpredictable and he didn’t want to take any chances.

“I’m never going to get home, am I?” Cora sighed instead of answering. She shoved the man’s face a little harder into the asphalt as vengeance before letting Stiles take over to cuff him. “This is the worst job we’ve ever been assigned. I feel like I’m being punished.”

“No way,” Stiles argued as he pulled the guy up off the ground. “Venezuela was the worst by far. At least here we get free drinks.”

Cora made a face at the mention of their earlier assignment. “Fair enough.”

Once they were all in the car, Stiles said, “Alright, La Loba, since I will concede that you have the most exhausting job of all of us, I will do your paperwork tonight.”

“Don’t call me that,” Cora said warningly, but she was biting down on a smile. “But that sounds fair.”

“Oh, that sounds fair,” Stiles scoffed. “Is that all the thanks I get?”

Cora immediately leaned over the gearshift, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “How about I show you just how grateful I am when we finally get back to our apartment.”

Stiles may have broken a few speed limits after that.

And I’ve been waiting for you 2/

Disclaimer in Chapter 1 - HER


Off-Screen scene, The Founders Mutation

He is driving her home and her words keep echoing in his mind. *And sometimes… I hate myself that I didn’t have the courage to stand by him.* He can’t stop analysing all that has happened in front of the hospital. Scully confronted him and asked all those questions. Questions regarding her pregnancy and their son. How his words had weight, he didn’t think of; *I felt I had to put that behind me.* The pain and anger he saw in her eyes before she turned her head away from him. How distant she seemed while expressing emptiness, guilt, and her regret for giving up their child. She couldn’t even look at him when she talked about William

It hurts. It hurts him more than he could ever admit. He abandoned them. He abandoned his family. He left her alone with all her fears, demons, and decisions. *You did what you did to keep him safe. His adoption is secret, his location is unknown because you had to protect him.* He could see how her brilliant mind ran through the possibilities they didn’t dare to talk about. Her beautiful, ocean coloured eyes turned darker, deep sorrow, and pain surfaced in them. He knew this look too well. She was torturing herself. *What if he’s out there somewhere, like one of those kids on Sanjay’s wall, fighting for his life?*  He couldn’t give her the answers she sought, he couldn’t offer any promises. The one thing he could do is to drive her home. “I’m more than capable of driving myself home, Mulder! She tried to persuade him, but he insisted. She knows how to pick the fights she can win, and this was not of them. After a minute or so, she gave it up and silently got into his car. 

Her place is a simple, little flat in close distance to the hospital, but she still falls asleep. The stillness of the car wakes her, but she is visibly shaken and upset. “Shhh, Scully, it’s okay. It’s okay, it’s only me. It was all just a bad dream.” He says while fondling her gently. His touch and smooth voice make her relax while her brain is trying to progress her surroundings.

“Here, let me walk you to your door” - he takes her hands and helps her out of his car. He is ready to listen to her reasoning on why it is absolutely unnecessary for him to do that. But instead of the expected speech, he gets a warm, gentle hug and she whispers in his ear, “Thank you”. So he silently follows her inside.

“Would you like to come in for a tea?” She leaves the door open for him, takes off her shoes and puts down her bag on the coffee table. “Yeah, Scully that would be nice. Thank you.” By the time he takes off his shoes, and he gets rid of his suit coat she disappears into the bathroom. “I’ll be just a minute.” In a couple of seconds, he can hear the water running, Scully taking off her clothes and getting ready for a shower. He still recognises all her little ritual steps, all the small noises. It takes all of his strength not to go in there. *Maybe she wants him to join?* In the end, it was her who invited him in, offered tea, and disappeared in the bathroom. Every inch of his body is screaming at him to follow her. But he decides against it. *He has to be careful, he can’t screw this up again.* So he goes to the kitchen instead, locates the kettle and starts preparing the tea. Waiting for the water to boil, takes forever and he decides to explore her flat. 

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The 100 S02E13 Recap - Resurrection
  • <post 2nd apocalypse>
  • Clarke: I see fire
  • Clarke: inside the mountain
  • Clarke: I see fire
  • Clarke: burning the trees
  • Clarke: I see fiiiiire
  • Clarke: hollowing souls
  • Clarke: I see fiiiiiiiiiiiire, blood in the-
  • Lexa: dude
  • Lexa: shut up and move
  • <inside the war zone>
  • Lincoln: Indra's alive!
  • Lincoln: and immune to crush syndrome!
  • Indra: yep
  • Indra: but not arrows
  • <in the woods>
  • Clarke: I'ma kill the little bitch who did this
  • Lexa: ...so... you?
  • Clarke: ...
  • Clarke: stfu
  • <war zone>
  • Abby: I know we're barely surviving here but
  • Abby: my future husband
  • Abby: he needs our help
  • Octavia: ...
  • Octavia: but he's trapped beneath ten tons of rubble
  • Abby: I don't think you heard me
  • Abby: he needs our help
  • Octavia: okay chill
  • <awesome theme song>
  • <inside mount doom>
  • Jasper: this giant uprising in our dorm will go completely unnoticed
  • <war zone>
  • Lincoln: piggy back me or die
  • Indra: pretty sure I'm dying either way
  • Indra: Octavia
  • Indra: you will lead this village
  • Octavia: uhh
  • Octavia: don't think your ppl will like that
  • <mount weather dorms>
  • Guard: wow what sturdy chairs
  • Guard: lol
  • Jasper: lol
  • <in the rubble>
  • Abby: Marcus
  • Abby: I'm here to save you
  • Kane: <coughs blood>
  • Kane: hey babe
  • Abby: you're bleeding
  • Abby: can you move your toes?
  • Kane: ya
  • Abby: good then nothing's broken
  • Medical professionals: ????
  • Kane: ????
  • Kane: you might wanna take a look at the rest of my body
  • Kane: besides my fucking toes
  • <mount weather>
  • Guard: welcome to the body room
  • Guard: we hope you enjoy your stay
  • Bellamy: we hope you enjoy YOURS
  • Bellamy: bam double headshot
  • <Maya's 'house'>
  • Maya's dad: daughter
  • Maya's dad: wtf is this
  • Maya: they're cool dad I swear
  • Maya's dad: that's what you said the last time
  • Maya's dad: y'know
  • Maya's dad: before your mom died
  • Maya: rude
  • <dark woods>
  • Clarke: shot through the heart
  • Clarke: and you're to blame
  • Clarke: you give love
  • Clarke: a bad name
  • Clarke: I play my part
  • Clarke: and you play your game-
  • Lexa: seriously
  • Lexa: you gotta stop
  • Lexa: plus killing the shooter won't make you feel better
  • Lexa: I mean
  • Lexa: we killed Finn cause he killed our people
  • Lexa: but we don't have to kill THIS guy
  • Lexa: even though he also killed our people
  • Clarke: ...
  • Clarke: ...you give love...
  • Lincoln: ...a bad name.
  • Clarke: oh hey Lincoln
  • Lincoln: ready to kill the guy?
  • Clarke: hells yeah
  • Lexa: sigh
  • <in the rubble>
  • Abby: your femoral artery is broken
  • Abby: soz
  • Kane: but you said-
  • Abby: shush
  • Abby: I am doctor
  • Abby: you are patient
  • Abby: k?
  • Kane: ...
  • Kane: k
  • Abby: also rocks are falling
  • Abby: soz again
  • <mount weather>
  • Bellamy: how do I get the guns down to the kidlings?
  • Maya: no worries
  • Maya: even though this place is super secure
  • Maya: and on lockdown
  • Maya: and everyone's freaking out
  • Maya: and on high alert
  • Maya: you can just mosey up the trash shoot
  • Maya: it conveniently connects all levels
  • Maya: and all alarms are disabled
  • Maya: :D
  • Bellamy: :D
  • <Bellamy moseys out>
  • Maya: oops I've been caught
  • <dorm rooms>
  • Cage: waddup felons
  • Cage: if you don't surrender, well
  • Cage: Maya dies
  • Cage: but I've given her a whole 20 minutes of oxygen
  • Cage: cause I'm a nice guy
  • Cage: and because you wouldn't be able to save her otherwise
  • Jasper: wait
  • Jasper: you WANT us to save her?
  • Jasper: and escape?
  • Cage: shut up that's not what I said
  • Cage: <whispers> yes
  • <war zone>
  • Octavia: we've just been chilling here all night
  • Shooter: <yawns> I know
  • <dorms>
  • Maya: help
  • <war zone>
  • Abby: Marcus?
  • Abby: you alive?
  • Kane: sadly yes
  • Kane: you?
  • Abby: yeah
  • Abby: but Clarke knew about the attack
  • Abby: and chose to save the mount weather kids instead
  • Abby: how could she do this
  • Abby: after all we taught her about being merciful
  • Abby: floating people for small crimes
  • Abby: sentencing children to death
  • Abby: sending 100 kids down to die
  • Abby: delivering public lashings
  • Abby: letting people suffocate
  • Abby: allowing most of the ark to die
  • Abby: man
  • Abby: how could she be so heartless
  • Abby: we were the epitome of good parenting
  • Kane: Abby
  • Kane: you're hot but like
  • Kane: really stupid
  • <dorms>
  • Monty: I can't get the shoot open
  • Maya: <chokes>
  • Jasper: wait
  • Jasper: do you hear that?
  • <'dun dun dun' is heard through the door>
  • <Bellamy blasts through>
  • Bellamy: tada!
  • Bellamy: saved ya!
  • Bellamy: now skedaddle
  • Bellamy: my wife'll be here soon
  • Jasper: oh thank god
  • Jasper: does that mean Finn got the peace treaty he wanted?
  • Bellamy: ...
  • Bellamy: uhh well
  • Bellamy: technically
  • Bellamy: yes
  • Bellamy: not sure he /wants/ anything, though, atm
  • Bellamy: or feels anything
  • Bellamy: besides like
  • Bellamy: soil
  • Bellamy: and death
  • <atop the forest>
  • Clarke: killing time go
  • <shooter dies>
  • Lexa: feel better?
  • Clarke: guess not
  • <mount weather dorms>
  • Cage: oh hey they escaped
  • Cage: what a surprise
  • <somewhere else in mount weather>
  • Miller: who's gonna help us now?
  • Bellamy: they are
  • Bellamy: the parents
  • Jasper: parents?
  • Jasper: good, responsible, moral parents?
  • Jasper: no way
  • Jasper: that's a thing?
  • Bellamy: I know right
  • Bellamy: it's like seeing a unicorn
  • Monty: magical
  • <rubble>
  • People: actually it won't
  • People: plz move aside and take your uselessness elsewhere
  • <Clarke, Lexa, and Lincoln return>
  • Lexa: I've actually been here the whole time
  • Lexa: we totally didn't fuck off right before the missile hit
  • Lexa: nope
  • Lexa: anyways
  • Lexa: the dead shall be avenged
  • Everyone: hurrah!
  • <elsewhere in the camp>
  • Indra: Octavia
  • Octavia: yeah?
  • Indra: ...
  • Indra: you're freakin amazing-
  • Indra: I mean
  • Indra: ...
  • Indra: good job
  • Indra: I guess
  • Octavia: <3
  • <somewhere else in the camp>
  • Abby: wanna help me round here?
  • Clarke: nah sorry
  • Clarke: gotta stop the marrow bandits
  • Abby: oh okay
  • Abby: guess we'll just wait for you here then
  • Abby: bleeding
  • <angsty rock music plays>
  • Clarke: it's montage- I mean, mountain men killing time
  • Clarke: time to reunite with my husband and save the world

anonymous asked:

hi can u do a jungkook scenario where ur dating jungkook but he cheats on u, so u break up (obviously) but u still hang out with bts since their your best friends-especially taehyung and jhope, but you ignore jungkook, although jungkook tries so hard to get your attention and keeps trying to get you to love him again?

Sorry if it’s kinda crappy, i was really tired while writing it~~


author: admin DiNa
pairing: Jungkook x Y/N
words: 1700+

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Reincarnation Blues 8/16

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Epilogue

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Mira opened the apartment door and was met with music. Delicate piano runs wove in between warm, sleepy brass, a woman’s voice rising over the instruments and crackling with recorded static.

“…in all the old familiar places

that this heart of mine embraces…”

A smile spread across Mira’s face as she slung her purse over the hook in the closet. It had been a long day, made longer by the fact that she’d spent most of it turning her most recent argument with Alcor over and over in her head. Just stepping into the apartment was like a sigh of relief, and as the soothing, almost lullaby-like tones of the singer’s voice washed over her, Mira could almost feel her stress melting away.

“Honey, I’m home!” she called, jokingly, stepping out of her sequined flats as she walked out of the entryway. 

There was no response but the music.

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Singing in the Shower

My voice mixed with the stream of water, melting the song into the melody of falling rain. A few drops of water fell onto my lips and dripped into my mouth as I continued singing while rinsing off.

I rarely sang in the shower anymore. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed to sing in front of Adam but singing in the shower seemed somehow personal. And he was always in the house while I was showering (or in the shower with me) so I would usually just hum softly because he had already caught me talking to the cats and I wasn’t going to let him catch me singing in the shower.

But he had a gig in Alabama last night so this morning was one of those rare mornings when I didn’t have to cut up fruit for him and I could sing in the shower. It wasn’t that I enjoyed his absence; it was just that I knew how to be alone. These were like my little rewards for falling asleep without him, which was difficult nowadays because I was so accustomed to him.

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Target Practice
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1757
Summary: Based on this imagine
A/N: This was just supposed to be a quick imagine but I admit, I got a little carried away…


Your name: submit What is this?


Dean fired the shots, consecutively into the paper target at the other end of the shooting range. Most hitting square in the chest but the final one, he aimed directly at the head. You shook your own head in disbelief. You knew he was good, he had to have been to have survived after all these years of hunting but it was the first time you’d seen it with your own eyes. You silently admitted to yourself that it certainly wasn’t helping with your crush on him. Seeing him looking so strong and confident with a powerful weapon in his hands was strangely appealing. He looked incredibly sexy and it was not something you’d bargained on when you agreed to let him teach you how to shoot.

‘See? Now it’s your turn.’ He walked back to where you were standing and offered you the gun, with an encouraging smile.

You reached out and gingerly took it in your own hands, wrapping your fingers around the handle. It was heavier than it looked. You looked at Dean anxiously but gave him a small, yet determined nod before moving to the barrier, ready to give it a shot. Nerves started to gather in the pit of your stomach and your palms felt warm and sticky. You shifted the gun between your hands as you wiped them on the back of your jeans.

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Big-Sister Talk.

Swarto one-shot, totally SFW, SFF and fictional! 1000+ words, thoughts?

Replying to one last email and closing her laptop with a soft thud Sarah breathed a contented sigh. Off the clock at last. Rising from her post on the sofa she quietly padded into the kitchen.

‘I’m going out babe! See you later’ a voice called, echoing throughout their shared apartment.

'Wait, Hannah’ Sarah frowned, and rounded the corner to see her girlfriend pulling on her jacket.

'Where’re you going’ the blonde questioned, confusion pooling in her green eyes.

'I have plans’ Hannah smiled, grabbing her keys from the shallow bowl by the door.

'Plans..? Hannah I’m your manager, I know when you have meetings, appointments and all that shit. You’re free tonight’ Sarah stated, a small frown creasing her forehead.

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