i was right in front of him

Do the right thing

Alec stood staring at the door, hands in his jacket pocket as his mind tick over with all the events of the day that had led him here to Magnus’ front door, heart fluttering slightly as he tried to decided whether to knock or turn away.

He knew he should knock, allow Magnus to drown out everything else that seemed to be dragging Alec down lately. The clave was a large issue at the moment, with every decision he made as head of the institute getting penalised.

He had nearly lost his life today on a mission, a demon going a little to close for Alec’s liking, thankfully Izzy had taken the thing out before it had clawed away at his chest. After that everything seemed to just pile on top of him, coming back to the institute drained from the mission to find out the Clave were against another one of his decisions.

He took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from falling further into his own mind, a place right now that was dark and miserable.

With a deep breath he knocked gently on Magnus’ door before stepping back slightly and waiting.

The door open a few seconds later and Magnus appeared, wearing dark trousers and a deep burgundy floral shirt, necklaces hanging down and resting against his bare chest were he hadn’t button his shirt up fully.

Alec’s heart fluttered, beating hard against his chest as his eyes took in the man in front of him.

Magnus allowed a brief look of surprise to flash across his face before a soft smile appeared on his lips, happy to see Alec after a long day.

“Alexander,” he said, his voice easing Alec’s stress in a second, calm washing over him like a wave. “I wasn’t expecting you,” he added yet open the door fully and stepped aside to allow Alec to enter his apartment.

“Y-Yeah, I hmm,” Alec said, stumbling over his words slightly as he tried to find the right ones to explain his situation.

Magnus frowned slightly as he stepped inside, Magnus using his magic to shut the door behind him. He leant over to give Magnus a soft kiss on the lips, which Magnus happily returned, before stepping back and looking into the apartment.
He could feel Magnus’ eyes on him, studying him as if to read how Alec was feeling.

“You alright?” Magnus then finally asked, stepping closer to him and lifting a hand to place it on Alec’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he relied before briefly closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Magnus raised an eyebrow at him, a smile forming on his lips.

“You don’t sound like it, or look like it for that matter,” he said, noticing the bruise on Alec’s neck from where the demon had held him to the ground.

“It was just a mission, demon got a little too close,” Alec said, turning to look at Magnus to see the worried expression on his boyfriend’s face. “I’m alright now, it’s not that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Magnus asked. “Or maybe just have a drink,” he added when he saw Alec hesitate.

“A drink sounds like a good idea,” Alec finally spoke up and Magnus nodded.

“I’d offer you beer but I feel like this is more of a whiskey type of situation,” he said as he began walking into the living room, Alec following after him.

“I’m good with a beer, thanks,” Alec said quickly.

“You sure?” Magnus asked, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to which Alec nodded. “Suit yourself,” he then said before pouring himself a glass before clicking his fingers, a bottle of beer appearing for Alec on the circular coffee table.

“Thanks,” Alec said, picking up the beer and taking a gulp just as Magnus lifted his own glass up in a toast.

“That bad?” He commented at Alec’s eagerness with his beer.

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind that’s all,” he said and Magnus nodded in understanding, moving closer to him.

“Want to talk?” He offered and Alec took a breath before nodding, knowing Magnus would understand and that talking about everything would helped.

Magnus gestured to the balcony with the hand holding his drink, the other going to take Alec’s free hand.

The sudden contact between them eased Alec even further, something about Magnus, he didn’t know what, but something about Magnus just calmed him.

Magnus led him to the balcony, guiding him to the large chair before pulling him down to sit.

“I’m all ears,” Magnus then said, crossing one leg over the over and turning slightly to face Alec.

He swallowed as he tried to think of the right words before wondering whether he was making a big deal over everything. He was just feeling pressure from work, which wasn’t anything new so why all of a sudden could he not cope.

“It’s nothing really,” Alec said, picking at the label on his beer bottle with his thumb which Magnus noticed, his eyes drifting down to Alec’s hand before looking back up at his face.

“Alexander,” Magnus said to draw Alec’s attention away from his bottle and up to his boyfriend. “It is never nothing, if something is bothering you should never hold it back. You can talk to me,” Magnus said and Alec could see the honesty in his boyfriend’s eyes, that look suddenly gave him confidence to talk.

“It’s just…” Alec paused to take a breath, Magnus waiting patiently for him to continue. “Work is stressful at the moment, being head of the institute is everything I wanted and I’m gratefully for it but it’s… it’s,” Alec wandered off, words failing him.

“It’s a lot to handle,” Magnus finished his sentence for him, drawing Alec’s eyes back up to see Magnus was watching him closely, his attention purely on Alec and nothing else.

“There’s a lot of pressure to do well and every decision I make the clave is always there to tell me how it’s wrong and after today,” Alec wondered off. Magnus titled his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought for a brief moment before replying.

“What every you do the Clave is always going to be there judging you as a leader,” Magnus began, his words not really doing anything to sooth Alec’s growing stress. “However, you can’t please everyone in this life, trust me I’m talking from experience; and it’s not like the Clave haven’t made decisions that many people disagreed with. You have to decide what is right and what’s best for the institute,” Magnus said and Alec shifted slightly, turning to face Magnus move who lean back slightly to give Alec enough space.

“That’s just it Magnus,” he began, suddenly opening himself up more. “I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong,” he said and Magnus nodded slightly in understanding.

“If you want my honest opinion,” Magnus began, propping his elbow on the back on the sofa and resting his head on his hand. “Do what you’re heart tells you,” he simply said and Alec huffed a laugh, looking away and to the buildings across from them.

“That’s your advice? My heart has been wrong many times. You’ve lived for centuries, aren’t you suppose to be all wise and everything?” Alec asked with a small smirk and Magnus laughed at his words, lifting his head from his hand and straightening out his arm so that his fingers brushed against Alec’s shoulder.

“Of course I am wise, but right now you don’t need someone telling you what to do,” he said. “And you’re heart isn’t always wrong Alexander,” he said with a small smirk, his fingers going to run through Alec’s hair, knowing that it calmed his boyfriend.

Alec closed his eyes briefly, his breathing slowing and the stress of the day somehow easing from him.

He slowly began to feel more at peace, just him and Magnus with nothing else in the world mattering.

“You have to have an opinion on the matter,” Alec said, keeping his eyes closed as Magnus titled his head slightly, dropping his hand from Alec’s hair and resting it on the back of the sofa.

“Of course I do, I have an opinion on everything,” Magnus said as if shocked Alec didn’t know that by now.

Alec raised an eyebrow at him, glancing sideways at Magnus who shifted slightly, glancing away from Alec briefly before turning to lock eyes with him once more.

“I’ve never been a big fan of the Clave and you know that, many of their decision favour the few and not the many. You’re an excellent leader Alexander, I’ve seen you flourish from it so don’t let anyone else tell you differently. If you chose to do what you think is right Alexander then I’m sure it will have the best outcome,” Magnus said softly to him and Alec took a deep breath, allowing the stress from the day to completely wash away from him, Magnus’ words helping him to relax.

“Well I did chose you instead of marriage,” Alec then said to lightened the mood which it successfully did, Magnus laughing lightly.

“You better not have sworn off marriage forever though,” Magnus replied back with a smirk before they both locked eyes, their smiles fading slightly as they realised what Magnus had just said.

Magnus looked away first, busying himself by taking a large sip of his drink while Alec cleared his throat as the air suddenly became thick.

“So you’re open to it?” Alec asked, surprising himself at how he had the courage to speak first. Magnus slowly lifted his eyes to look up at Alec, a small frown forming.

“To what?” He asked innocently.

“Marriage,” Alec said and Magnus took a breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Are you proposing to me Alexander?” He then asked and Alec suddenly realised what he had actually said and how it had sounded.

“No, no of course not, well not yet anyway,” he rushed out and Magnus smirked at him, the corner of his lips curving up into a smile.

“Good, because I may not look like I would but I’m a sucker for a fancy proposal,” he replied.

“What’s it to say that I’d be the one to propose?” Alec asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Well I would certainly do it in a better settling and I’d especially not propose while sat down,” Magnus commented, glancing sideways at Alec who laughed lightly before shifting to stand, placing his beer bottle on the ground as he did so.

He then knelt down on one knee in front of Magnus, hands placed on his knee and back straight as Magnus turned to face him.

“Do you, Magnus Bane, promise to go way over the top if you ever ask me to marry you?” Alec asked and Magnus couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend, picturing Alec actually asking him to marry him.

It made his heart flutter in a way it never had before and just emphasised how much he loved the man knelt down in front of him.

“I do, and do you, Alexander Lightwood promise to get on one knee if you are ever to ask me to marry you?” Magnus questioned back to which Alec smiled widely.

“I do,” he then said before standing and leaning over, kissing Magnus.

cynekixbakuia  asked:

Can I get a scenario where Bakugous shy s.o wakes up early in the morning and they see his sleeping face and can't help but find it really cute and they want to take a picture of it. When they're taking a picture bakugou wakes up an see his s.o with their Handy in front of him and his s.o's face begins to blush.When they see his bed hair they begin to blush even more. How would Bakugou react and what would he do? Maybe with a bit cuddle or something (///^///) 😍 ❤ Thank you ❤

I very much hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it! =)

As soon as he notices what his partner is doing, he scowls in confusion and pushes their phone away from his face. He’s still too incoherent to deal with anything complicated right now and doesn’t even bother to lift his head.

“What the hell are you doing?” He grumbles, half hiding a yawn in his pillow. Then he notices how flustered they look. “Were you taking pictures?”

His partner tugs their chin down and fiddles with their phone before they push it aside.

“I liked how you look.”  They murmur and give him a sheepish, unsure shrug. “I couldn’t resist.”

He feels surprised for a moment and then feels the light nip of heat on his ears. Bakugou pulls them against him and heavily rests his arm over their side. He still half feels like going back to sleep and buries half his face in his pillow, while comfortably stretching out his legs and feeling his partner resting against him.

“It‘s fine if you want to make some fucking pictures. It’s fucking whatever.” He closes his eyes and exhales when he feels his partner’s head rest on his shoulder. Their arm snakes over his side to hug him back and he tilts his head to rest his cheek against their temple.

They drift off like that again and Bakugou dozes for a while longer, content and warm to have his partner with him.


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NCT Boyfriend Series! [Boyfriend!Taeyong]

I’ve literally realised I’m doing it in the order of the Lee’s lmao

*lowercase & under cut xx*

boyfriend!nct series masterlist

  • boyfriend taeyong would be so fluffy oh my god
  • honestly he would tr(eat) you right ;))
  • lets begin
  • he’d bring you to the company a lot bc he was almost always busy and he liked having you around him when he had practice or when he was writing lyrics
  • if he was practising, you’d often leave to go buy chicken or something for you guys to eat when he goes on a break
  • sweaty taeyong eating chicken in front of you like a little child because he’d be super duper excited
  • you guys would have little talks here and there about his routine 
  • “how long did it take you to learn that move?” “took me a few days but we were held back because i had to help doyoung master it”
  • he sometimes pretends to be moody to get kisses from you ?? he literally fakes being upset so u hug him 
  • when u find out u ignore him for like 3 mins bc he was giving u puppy eyes

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A Lost Memory

Summary: Newt deals with a loss he believes he can never recover from with firewhiskey.

Request: “I would like angst and angst and tear my heart apart and smash it into the gutters. Regrets and tears and mistakes were made "I never want to see you again” HURT ME"

Word Count: 3,407

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @red-roses-and-stories (I hope this broke your heart enough) but also tagging @caseoffics @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

You run your hand down Newt’s bicep, popping up onto your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder and peer over him to the papers in front of him. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

“Studying the reactive tendencies of various…” he trails off, brow furrowing as the liquid in front of him turns a deep violet shade. “Well, that hardly seems right.”

You giggle and fall back to give him space. “Be careful you don’t let Pickett fall in.”

Newt scarcely appears to process your words, giving you a distracted “hmm” in response.

You roll your eyes and slide under his arm as he scribbles something onto a note. Extending your arm, you let Pickett hop onto your hand. He squeaks away as you draw him to your side.

“Come on, Pickett, we’ll go make supper so someone here doesn’t let us all starve.”

Newt’s eyes crinkle with his smile as he glances up at you. “And who did you say exaggerates the most this morning?”

You stick your tongue out. “I still think you do it more often.”

Newt watches you whisper to Pickett as you walk out, and before he returns to his work, he checks the drawer to make sure the box is still there.

Thunder rumbles, a heavy roll that rattles the rack of vials on the table.

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Barber’s Point Interlude - Rock Bottom

Authors Note: So @markwatneyandensemble didn’t realize when they tagged me in this gifset that I would immediately be inspired for a pre-revival era Barber’s Point fic but I was.  Alas, there is no Angelo, but this is the kind of depressing shit I thought up so.  I know fandom is rough right now, but if you have it in your heart for a little angst, here it is:

He’s whiskey drunk, like his dad, and that means bobbing and weaving outside the door of her apartment seems like a good idea. 

The best idea in fact, this Floyd Mayweather dance he does with the enemy in front of him, blocking him from seeing her.  He’s tempted to punch through it but he takes a steadying breath and stands upright. No roper-dope. Not tonight.  The last time his put his fist through a wall, she moved right on out.
He supposes he can’t blame her. 

Knock knock knock knock.  Kna-knock knock.  It’s been their knock for decades.

If Mulder were a betting man he’d bet she just sighed, exasperated, on the other side. No one knows their knock, right?  No one comes over here at two-thirty… right? Comes over at all…  … Right?

Shit. It’s two-thirty. She is almost definitely asleep.  He’s fucked up, coming here. This is the last place he needs to be. Same hallway, different day… Or was it the other way around. 

Fuck. He needed to piss. Would she realize it was him, who’d pissed in her hallway tomorrow morning?  Shit. 

He grabs his crotch and turns to the elevator.  At least if his pisses himself in there, it could have come from any of the other floors.  But would she still know? 

Click. Snick. Knob turns. Creek.  

Mother. Fucker. 

“Mulder?” Husky. She was asleep. 

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Next in Line to Love

Happy Birthday, @whatlighttasteslike! Will you accept a belated goofy little drabble inspired by no one and no event in particular? 

Cuz… this is definitely original thought. 


Go, FitzSimmons. Woot.


Fitz couldn’t keep from hiding his grin as he listened the attractive woman in front of him babble on excitedly.

“This is just so bizarre! Antoine Triplett is here, and we get to meet him! A real descendant of a Howling Commando. Can you believe it? I have so many questions for him.” 

“Well, we each only have a few minutes with him, so you may have to narrow down your interrogation a bit,” Fitz chided gently. 

The woman shook her head, and he couldn’t help thinking her slight blush made her even more attractive. “Right. Sorry, I’m usually not this… it’s not like I’m one of those Iron Man cosplay girls… it’s just–” 

Fitz shrugged. “Hey, I get it. The guy’s a legend. And happens to be visiting the Academy. I’m eager to get some one-on-one time myself.” Fitz blanched, once he realized how that sounded. “That is… I mean… professionally speaking is all. I’m not…” 

The woman must have felt pity for him because she stuck out her hand, saving him from his awkward explanation. “I’m Jemma Simmons. Biochemist.” 

Fitz happily shook her hand. “Leopold Fitz. Engineering.” 


They settled into an easy back-and-forth of talking shop, and as they inched closer and closer in line, Fitz felt like he had been reconnecting with a long lost friend. 

“Contrary to popular opinion, I quite like Professor Vaughn’s lectures,” Fitz stated to a curious Jemma. “I’ve experienced some of the best naps I’ve ever had in that class.” 

Jemma laughed. 

He realized it was finally her turn, and he made a silent gesture for her to turn around. 

“Oh!” Jemma walked up to Antoine. “Hi, my name is Dr. Jemma Simmons. And I have to say that your lecture was just… you know… inspiring.” 

“Well, thanks, Dr. Simmons. That’s always nice to hear.” Antoine threw her an easy grin. 

“Oh, call me ‘Jemma’.” 

Antoine chuckled. “You got it, Doc.” 

Jemma blushed. “I wanted to give you this. It’s an extensive and thorough compilation of your grandfather’s work as a Howling Commando. I’m a bit obsessed with Peggy Carter – first director of S.H.I.E.L.D., happens to be British – so I’ve come across your grandfather many times in my research. And maybe you already knew of all it, but I thought it might be a nice… um… remembrance.” 

Antoine looked touched. “Well, thank you very much, Jemma. This is pretty cool.” 

Fitz couldn’t help stepping in. She was just too adorable for words. “I think for that, she deserves a hug.” 

Antoine grinned. “Of course she does. Come on, girl. Bring it in.” He stood up from his seat and leaned forward, wrapping her in as big of a bear hug as he could manage with the table still between them. 

Jemma beamed once he let her go. “Thank you. You’re too…” Fitz watched her start to get flustered again, and then to his surprised delight, she leaned in and gave him a hug. 

And then she promptly skittered away with the book still in her hands. Fitz opened his mouth to say something, but she spun around before she could and hurriedly shoved the book unceremoniously to Antoine. “Sorry! Great meeting you.” 

Antoine raised a hand in farewell. “The pleasure was mine, Jemma.” 

When Jemma waved back, looking as radiant and flustered as ever, Antoine leaned in close. “You know, after what you did, she’ll probably hug you again if you ask nicely.” 

Fitz gave him a puzzled look. “Wha… I was just helping her out. No need for that.” 

Antoine laughed again. “I’m just saying. I’m not the only one who made her flustered. You should give it a shot.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Fitz brushed him off. ”But if it’s all the same, I’d like to talk about your legacy instead and pick your brain about the Howling Commandos’ spy kit. I’ve been toying with the idea of a 21st century one myself.”

“Now that’s something I’d love to see. What do you want to know?” 


Fitz bumped into Jemma again twenty minutes later. 

“Hey, stranger,” he said teasingly. 

“Hey, yourself,” she smiled. 

“You know… your… uh… your book was really cool. I think he… er… he really appreciated it.” 

“Well, I’ve been working on a second one since I left. It’s a bit crude, compared to the first, but I just thought… well. Here you go.” 

She presented him with the folded up program each of the lecture attendees had received earlier that day. 

“Uh… thanks?” Fitz took it warily. 

“It’s not a bomb, Fitz. You can open it up.”

Fitz grinned. “And what am I going to find inside?” 

Jemma bit her lip. “Well, my number, for one thing.” 

Fitz gawked at her, and Jemma tucked her hair behind her ear. 

“It was nice meeting you, Leopold Fitz. Let’s not be strangers anymore.” 

Fitz cleared his throat nervously. “I’d like that, Jemma Simmons. We are at the same school after all.” 

“That we are, Fitz. That we are.” Her eyes darted back and forth as if she were contemplating something, and then without warning, she leaned in and his kissed his cheek. She gave him one last grin and walked away, leaving him to stare at her hastily scrawled number in his hands. 

Maybe the renowned and revered Antoine Triplett wasn’t so far off the mark after all. 


Yeah, so… like I said. 

Absolutely nothing inspired this. 


Just wanted to make that clear. 

Love you, Mel! <3 

anonymous asked:

For the "right to the good parts” prompt, 13 for Pikelan

13. This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

“How is that even possible?”

Pike grinned as she slammed the shot glass upside-down beside four other empties.  Scanlan made vague, confused motions with his hands, nearly knocking over one of the three full shot glasses still in front of him.  “Where does it all go?”

“Hey, someone’s gotta keep up with Grog.”  She drank deeply from a plastic cup of water.  They were lucky to have found that food cart still open; drinking on an empty stomach was fun, but not nearly so impressive.

A thin voice called out from the bar. “Last call!”

Scanlan looked over his shoulder. “What already?”

“I guess they’re closing early,” Pike ventured, digging her phone from her back pocket to check the time.  Her jaw dropped.  “Two AM?!”

“No way.”  Scanlan fumbled in his shoulder bag for his own phone. “Geez, where’d the time go?”

Where had the time gone? The night began at one of Whitestone’s pubs. Not super-nice but not a dive.  Vax and Keyleth left early since they had to catch an early morning train back to Zephra.  Percy and Tary had a breakthrough for Tary’s battle-bot and left to work on it. Vex had gone as well, “To chaperone,” she’d said with a cheeky grin.  After some playful reluctance, Pike and Grog allowed themselves to be persuaded into showing Scanlan their favorite place for cheap drinks, but on the way passed a pub doing karaoke.  The group took the detour, and Scanlan proceeded to gyrate the ambivalent drinkers into a screaming audience.  Three songs in, Grog was approached by an old flame passing through town, and they left together.  Thus abandoned by most of their friends, Pike was ready to call it a night, but Scanlan insisted on at least learning the location of his fabled watering-hole.  A quick stop for gyros at the only open food cart in sight, and she led him to a poorly-lit basement tavern boasting 5 shots for 10 silver.

“You want anything else?” Scanlan asked, then swallowed half the contents of a remaining shot glass. He jerked back with a grimace and made several gagging sounds.  “This stuff is acid! No wonder it’s so cheap.”

“That’s why me and Grog like it,” Pike answered without sympathy.  She swiped one untouched shot and downed it as well.  “Also it’s near Wilhand’s place. We usually stay there after.”

“Well, Miss Trickfoot.” Scanlan stood, abandoning the shot and a half still on the table and dramatically offered his arm.  “May I have the honor of seeing you home?”

Pike chuckled and took his arm in spite of herself. “You may.”

They left the pub, drinks paid for upon ordering, and Pike directed them towards her childhood home. It was a few miles away, but they were used to walking farther than that.

They moved further from the night-spots toward the modest residential area, neat lines of mismatched houses with small yards and dark windows.  Dim streetlamps barely lit the jagged sidewalks, cobblestones broken by overgrown tree roots.   As they stepped gingerly over an unsteady stone, Pike noticed that her hand had slid from the crook of Scanlan’s elbow, and they were making their way hand-in-hand.

“You do this every time you visit?” Scanlan asked, nearly tripping on something unseen in the shadows. He only remains standing because Pike tightened her grip on his fingers.

“Usually Grog carries me,” she admits.

“Hah. Maybe he can carry us both next time.”  His broad smile flashes through the dark.  She mums noncommittally and links her fingers through his. So he won’t fall again.

In time they reached Wilhand’s squat bungalow. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’ll wait until you’re inside.”

Pike cocked her head. “You don’t want to stay? The couch pulls out.”

Scanlan pressed a hand to his heart. “I could never sleep knowing you’re so near.”

She groaned at his antics, though they turned into a soft laugh.  They stood on the stoop, Pike somehow not ready to go in yet.  “I had fun,” she said at last.

“Me, too.  We should do this again sometime.  Maybe everyone else won’t run off so soon.”

“Well…” Pike ventured. “Maybe we don’t need them tagging along.”

Scanlan eyes popped and his smile momentarily vanished, only to return wider than ever.  Pike grinned back.  “’Night, Scanlan,” she said, finally unlocking the door and going in.

“Bye,” he answered, his voice high and off-key as she softly closed the door.

phil was standing here in front of his boyfriend, trying to kiss him. the only problem was that dan kept smiling too much. any other time, phil would be grinning as well, in love with the way day’s eyes crinkled and how his smile couls brighten the room. it’s just that right now, it was getting in the way of their kiss.

“i can’t kiss you if you keep smiling so much.” he whispered with a small chuckle.

“i’m sorry, i’m just so in love with you.” dan whispered back.

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"We can talk about that when we get there, okay?" Will nodded. "And I'm doing okay. My shoulder still hurts a little, though." Nico blushed, remembering that Reyna was still there. "I really want to snuggle with you right now." Reyna must have heard because she winks at him. "I get the message, di Angelo. Never thought I'd see the day I get kicked out because you chose your boyfriend over me."

“I’m not choosing him over you,” Nico blushed a deep red, the tips of his ears burning. He wasn’t choosing Will over Reyna, he just wanted to comfort Will in a way that would probably be deemed rude to do in front of his sister. “I’m just trying to comfort him,” he spoke defensively, and Reyna held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get the message,” she was grinning as she stood up, walking towards the door. She was laughing quietly as she walked out and Nico felt his blush get darker. He motioned to Will when they were alone. “Get up here, Will. I’m lonely.”

nobody loves you

my brother loves me

he depends on you. if he didn’t need you he would have left you behind long ago

that isn’t true

he resents you. you were everything he couldn’t be and you squandered it right in front of him. he would rather be dead but you pulled him away from his destiny because you couldn’t stand the thought of dying alone. 

he was afraid, i had to, we both knew it wasn’t right

and now you can’t rest, you can’t die and you can’t even get away from each other. the world is still dying and your gesture was meaningless.

but now nobody else will have to suffer

people are suffering right now, countless unkindled risen from death, dying over and over all because you were weak

it never should have come to this, it’s not my fault, it’s not

it is your fault. you should have died in the kiln alongside him. burnt to ashes and remembered by nobody. and now, when they finally come for you you will die first, and he will be the one to die alone.

oh-my-god-bucky  asked:

I love that you named your car pongo. That makes me very happy.

Hahah he’s actually Pongo 2.0! My first car was this refurbished car that was mostly white but with a black replacement front hood, so it reminded me of Pongo from 101 Dalmatians, so I named him that. I like to think he lives on in each iteration of the car I purchase. So right now, he’s Pongo 2.0, and when I get a new one, he’ll be Pongo 3.0!

The telltale Marauder’s Map

Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.

The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.

As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.

“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.

“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”

After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.

“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”

Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.

“What is this?”

Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.

“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.

But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?

“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.

“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…

Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.

“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.

“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.

“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.

Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…

They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.

Originally posted by nerdreamer

anonymous asked:

Hello! How would you write a dialogue in which a character is freaking out about something? I generally have them word vomit but I don't really like that style. If its too much could you show me an example as well?


You could definitely word vomit – especially if your character is hysterical – but that’s not the only way to do it by any means. I know a few other ways.

1. Calmly.
This is strange, considering your character is freaking out, but the freak-out is internal – they’re shutting themselves off due to shock. In this case, they would be quiet, sane, and even if what they’re saying is illogical, it would probably sound reasonable.

“I was right there when she shot him. He dropped like a sack of flour. I figured he was gone as soon as the bullet hit his chest. So now I’ve decided I’m gonna go after her. Right now. And I’m gonna kill her.”
“What? You can’t do that!”
“Sure I can. She killed him, so I kill her. It’s called justice.”
“But- With just your bare hands?”
“The way I feel right now, my bare hands are more than enough.”

Notice how the character who just watched their friend die in front of them isn’t yelling, isn’t stuttering, isn’t getting angry or crying – they’re perfectly calm, almost to the point of complete emotional shutdown.

2. Angrily.
Some people get angry when they lose control and freak out – it scares them, and the fear manifests itself as anger. This type particularly happens when they’re upset about something and other characters aren’t taking it seriously or are shrugging off their concerns.

“No! It’s happening tonight! We don’t have time to think, or weigh things, we need to fucking leave! Now!”
“We can’t. You know that, and you’d remember that, if you were thinking straight-”
“I am thinking straight! It’s you who’s fucked in the head. I don’t give a damn what you think we can and can’t do, we need to clear out of here, right this second.”

As you can see, this character is freaking out – their concerns may or may not have a firm foundation, but obviously they are concerned, and that concern is manifesting itself as fury.

3. By stuttering.
For some people, it’s hard to talk when they panic, because their minds race forward ahead of their mouths and they get tongue-tied. I typically see/use this with more anxious characters, or with characters who aren’t typically good at speaking anyways (in other words, who are uncomfortable with talking).

There are a couple of different ways to stutter:
a. Repeat the beginning of each word.

“I tr-tried to s-save him, but he wuh-wouldn’t l-let me … he knew it was g-going to happen. It’s my f-fault!”

(However, keep in mind that this kind of stuttering is more as if you’re character is crying and trying to talk through sobs and hiccups. Please use it sparingly – it can get old fast.)

b. Repeat words.

“No. No, I don’t know what’s going on, Ricky. Ricky, why would I have any idea? Don’t fucking look at me like that, Ricky. Don’t look at me like I’m lying.”

c. Insert filler sounds: “ah”, “uh”, “um”, and/or curse words.

“I, uh, I- fuck. I,ummm, I think maybe, ah, maybe we should leave?”

For more on stuttering – it can be hard to peg correctly – check out this post.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

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Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

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Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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We’re only getting older baby - Santa Clara, CA | July 11, 2015

Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One

There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao


Originally posted by taehyungsource

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