i went ten minutes not being able to come up with a title

Request: Last Words

Request: (i love your blog so much omg!!) imagine dean dying (in 9x23) and the reader is crying beside him and tells him he loves him (she is a good hunter friend of the winchesters and bobby and has been in love with dean for years, but never had the guts to tell him and she was afraid he doesn’t return her feelings). could you write how he confronts her about her last words to dean as demon!dean and cured!dean? :) i’d love you forever!!

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He’s dead. Dead and gone, eyes as vacant as a burnt out shack and still as stone. You leave them alone for five damn minutes and this happens – you wish you could be angry. You wish you could cry. You wish you could feel anything other than this deep, dark numbness that has settled and made its home in every crack and crevice of your mind and soul.

Even now, in the earliest hours of the morning, sat in a room with the bloody, hollowed-out husk of your best friend since childhood; the love of your life, you feel nothing but cold inside. Even when you reach forward and take his hand in yours – he isn’t stiff to the touch, but he’s cold in an unnatural way that prickles its way down your own spine and rests as a deadweight in your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t realise that the words are there until they’re out of your mouth and in the open air, into the infinite distance between you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I was never there.”

Logically speaking, it hadn’t been your fault – they’d left in the earliest hours of the morning with their GPS off and no way of tracking them. They’re excellent trackers, which makes them better hiders – you’d tried to get your hands on them, but there had been no point in it – when the Winchesters didn’t want you to find them, there was no hope of you achieving it. So you’d given up and hidden in the bunker, researching and cleaning and tidying files and the next time the door opened it was Sam, tears running clear channels through the blood on his face, relaying a tale that began the infection of apathy in your heart.

It’s not like you expected a response anyway, but you go on nonetheless, “I hate myself. I hate that I let this happen, I hate that I wasn’t there. Why couldn’t you just let me be there?” They’d been excluding you from the big leagues for a long time – you know it came from a place of love, so you’d rarely objected – and look where it had gotten all of you.

“Why couldn’t you just see it, Dean?” You don’t realise that wet, hot tears are sliding down your face until they drop down onto your chest, making you gasp shakily, “I loved you. Love you. More than anything in this damn world and you still went and died on me, you asshole. Again.

“You’d never let me protect you. Not even from the things I could protect you from. I hated you for that – or at least, I wanted to. But I could never hate you.”

You pull your hand out of his, instead rubbing your hands over your face and raking them through your hair, “God. I hate saying it. I never wanted to – I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I didn’t see why you ever would. But I loved you, and I don’t think that’s ever going to stop, whether I want it to or not.”

After that, you let silence take control of the room again, but remain there with him for a few minutes longer, until you can’t bear it anymore. Only then do you stand slowly, releasing his hand for the final time and stepping back.

“Goodnight, Dean.”


The scream echoes through the bunker, reverberating through your bones even through the pillow you’ve buried your face in. It’s completely inhuman; perverse and wrong in every way – but it’s still Dean, and his pain still makes you want to run to him and take it on for yourself. You’re sure Sam feels the same, but you haven’t even been able to look him in the eye for weeks, never mind start a discussion about his brother.

Eventually, you have to give in – it’s late, and as exhausted as you are, Sam must be more so. It’s not like you’re going to be able to sleep anyway, so you shuffle out of bed – despite only being in your pyjamas – and pull an oversized hoodie over your head so the cold of the bunker doesn’t freeze you through during your excursion.

As soon as Sam catches sight of you coming down the corridor, his eyes widen, but he stands up a little straighter.

“What are you doing?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You take a deep breath, steel yourself, and offer the most blasé smile you can muster.

“I’m coming to take guard for a while. You’re the one bleeding yourself dry for this. Go get yourself some rest, I’ll come and wake you when it’s time for the next dose.”

Sam hesitates before nodding, but eventually has to agree – he looks ten years older, the bags beneath his eyes more pronounced than ever and his face gaunt and pale – but before he goes, he clasps your shoulder carefully.

“Y/N, be careful. That thing… it’s not Dean in there. Not the Dean you know. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. He just wants to hurt you.”

“I’ve dealt with demons before. Don’t worry, Sam, I’ve got this, I promise.”

He nods, not bothering to elaborate any further before he squeezes your shoulder, then walks past you, heading for his room with a slump to his shoulders that would bring a lump to your throat if it wasn’t already full.

You hang around outside, battling curiosity versus courage for a few moments before eventually pushing your way into the room. Dean’s attention snaps to you instantly, and he grins, feral and wild. You swallow, pushing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie and standing before him, feeling oddly exposed.

“Y/N. I’d bring you a cup of tea, but…” He tugs at the restraints on his arms, then sighs melodramatically, “I take it Sam needed a break?”

“I told him to go for one. I figured you could use my wonderful company for a while.” You shrug, slowly walking over to the table Sam had laid out the syringes and holy water on, then sit yourself down on top of it, letting your legs hang down with your bare feet just barely brushing the floor.

“Bless your heart. Always were such a martyr, weren’t you?”

“I think you preferred to take that title, don’t you?” You hit back, perhaps too quickly, because he grins, rolling his eyes and blinking, to turn his gaze to obsidian. You struggle not to flinch at the sight.

“Only because you were too weak to do anything real.” He smirks, going in where he knows it’ll upset you, “Too weak and too slow. Never as good as us.”

“I know.” You shrug, obscuring your hurt with nonchalance, “But you still kept me around for some reason.”

“I cared for you.” He spits, “God only knows why, but I liked you. Loved you, even. I liked having you here.”

“But not now?”

He shrugs, “It’s fun to watch your little mind screaming in there, but other than that you’re a bit of a good-for-nothing. You’d understand if you were me, Y/N: you’re pretty much worthless.”

You narrow your eyes at him, carefully standing from the table and taking a tentative step backwards, towards the door – you can keep watch from outside just as easily.

“Goodnight, Dean.”


Sam wobbles out of the room, just barely able to support his brother – his human brother. Cas keeps watch too, just a pace behind them, whereas you’ve spent the last half-hour making sure that Dean’s room is just right. You’re not out of the woods yet, but… he’s human again. As long as he makes it through the night, you’ll be safe.

You volunteer yourself for first watch – you’d managed to evade his rampage by being out getting food at the time, so you feel like it’s only fair. You pull up a seat by his bed, and read while he sleeps, looking up every minute or so to make sure he’s still breathing.

He sleeps for a full twelve hours before even stirring, but when he does, he groans, turning onto his back and squinting against the dim lamplight the room is bathed in.


“Y/N?” He peers at you, and immediately his face clouds with guilt and his eyes fill with tears, “God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that.” You assure him, reaching out and taking his hand in both of yours, “We’ve all done it, Dean. Said things we don’t mean while under the influence of something nasty.”

“It wasn’t true.” His voice is scratched and broken, and you nod, trying to get him to relax and be quiet.

“I know. I knew you didn’t mean it.” You promise him, offering a small smile, “Sleep, Dean, it’s fine. Get rested, and we can talk later.”

“I don’t want to sleep until you promise you’re fine.”

“I’m fine. I promise.”

A long pause hangs between you for a few moments, and then he finds your hand, twining your fingers with his, “I meant some of it.”

“Which part?”

“About liking having you around. About loving you.” His voice snags on the word, but he continues nonetheless, “I’m sorry I never told you. I just-“

“Shut up. Stop apologising.” You insist, moving from the chair to perch on the bed beside him, “Listen to me. There is nothing I’d like to do more than have this discussion – Dean… I like you too. Love you. Whatever. But it’s a complicated thing, and one I’m not willing to have until we’ve slept, showered, and had a greasy-ass BLT. How’s that for a plan?”

He smiles, albeit weakly, “That’s my girl.”

“Absolutely. Now sleep, Dean, you’re exhausted.”

He nods, not bothering to protest it, but shuffling back a bit on the bed and pulling the cover open.

“Stay with me?” He requests, and you don’t have the willpower to say no. You slip into the bed beside him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you protectively and nestle his face into the hollow between your neck and shoulder.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Shape Of You

Title: Shape Of You

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Dean walks in on the reader having a private moment and he decides to talk to her about it.

A/N: This is my fic for Sam’s 700 Follower Celebration ( @riversong-sam ). My prompt was: Song: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran; Quote: “Don’t be like that!”; and the pic by the end of the fic. Hope you guys like it.

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤

Originally posted by canonspngifs

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The Lady Professor and The Writer: Or, Still Working Hard

by: mldrgrl
rating: R
summary: Hank goes on a two week book tour and misses Stella

Hank was never very fond of book tours, less so as time passed.  It was the travel, mostly, not the signings or readings.  Those could still be fun.  But, the older he got, the more of a homebody he became.  Living out of hotels for weeks at a time could be fun for a few days, but not for weeks.  Being away from his things, away from his routine, away from Stella, held no appeal.

He fought with Charlie about it, but in the end, agreed to a two week tour around the states, hitting the major cities he was the most popular in.  LA, of course, New York, of course, Chicago, Atlanta, Phoenix, San Francisco, Denver, Seattle, Boston, Baltimore, St. Louis, Providence, and oddly enough, Omaha.  Not in that order.  One night in each city.  He would be on a plane every day for thirteen days.  

He finished the first week on the west coast and then began heading east.  He was mostly looking forward to the last three days on the journey because it would require the least travel time and energy.  Boston to Providence to New York.  He would spend an extra day in New York to see Becca, and then he would fly home.

By the time he made it to Boston and into the home stretch, he was so anxious to be finished, the Q&As and the signings were becoming one giant blur.  Then again, they were all the same, just the faces changed.  He could handle one in his sleep at this point, and it was a good thing too, because he felt like he was sleepwalking through it.  When he got home he was going to have to ask Charlie to review the offers again on his last book for film rights.  If any of them were decent enough, it could buy him some rest and relaxation for awhile.

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My Mistake Chapter 1

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Jessica), mention of AJ x Charlotte

Rating: General

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jessica, a stylist for WWE, has a special friendship with AJ Styles, spending most of her time with him. But after the Superstar Shake-up and Charlotte coming to Smackdown, Jessica’s relationship with AJ changes drastically. And Jessica is not sure she can handle these changes. 

Inspiration: “It’s my mistake for not making you love me more. It’s my mistake for loving you more than you love me. I did not make you love me more as much as I do. It’s my mistake” - SNSD “My Mistake”

Note: I got the idea and I had to write it down before I lost it! Don’t hate me. There will be six parts to this!

I fiddle around with my phone waiting out in the hallway near the locker rooms for AJ to come out so we could head out. I had sent him a text about ten minutes ago to let him know I was ready but I haven’t gotten a reply back from him. I wonder what could be taking him so long. We are supposed to be heading to see the premiere of this new movie that we both have been looking forward to seeing. I was extra excited because it was going to be just AJ and I to go, he promised, and he always keeps his promises.

See, AJ and I have this special relationship together. We will go out on “dates” together, like the movies, or to a popular diner in whatever town we are in. Or we will just hang out in his or my room watching TV or whatever. There may or may not also be some intense make out sessions between us. Basically, we are dating without having the official title. AJ said that he didn’t want to put a title on us just yet, and I’m fine with that. I’m just thrilled at being able to spend time with him, I don’t need a title.

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Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Originally posted by mirindalawson

Hello Followers,
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness
Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much)
Words: 1.885

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Am I Wrong || Jungkook

Request/Challenge - HI! want to participate in a scenario challenge? This is where i determine what the title is as well as if it is fluffy or angst, and the member, but you can determine what happens within the story. understand the rules? SOO, READY? Title: Am I Wrong, Fluffy, Member: Jeon Jungkook, DON’T FORGET TO HAVE FUN! and dont forget to tag it as bts scenario so i can read it!:) AGAIN HAVE FUN! <3- ChallengeAnon            

Pairing - Jeon Jungkook

Genre - Fluff

Summary - Your best friend decides to confess his feelings for you in a spontaneous way.

You were in your room, with your earphones stuck in your ears and music on in full blown volume, making you oblivious to everything else. You had your books in front of you, your eyes scanning the sentences in a desperate attempt to study.

After around ten minutes of attempting, you slammed the book shut and took out your earphones, groaning loud in exasperation. You screeched your chair backwards and went downstairs to get a drink, and maybe a small break.

For one hour, you sat in front of the television, surfing through the same channels for about the twentieth time. Not being able to find anything, you switched the T.V off and began making your way to the stairs when the door bell rang.

You skipped your way to the door and opened it, your mouth immediately stretching into a grin when you saw your best friend standing there with a grin just like yours, a CD raised in the air.

‘Figured you might get bored from all that studying.’ He said before walking in.

‘Ah, Jeon Jungkook, you know me way too well.’ You replied, as you patted his back. He smiled at you, 'Isn’t that convenient?’

'Very much.’ You laughed and walked to the kitchen, telling him you’d get some popcorn. In about five minutes, you were back on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn for you both to binge on.

'What movie?’ You asked as he walked back to the couch, with an exceptionally smug look on his face.

'Let’s see how well you take a horror movie.’ He smirked at you; you were very bad with horror, yet you dared to say, 'Is that a challenge?’

'Only if you want to take it as one… Wuss.’ He pretended to cough as he called you that, making it barely understandable, but you knew his antics.

'I am not, a wuss.’ You stuck your tongue out at him and he just winked at you, a fluttery feeling arousing in your gut.

'NO NO NO! SWITCH IT OFF! SWITCH IT OFF, YOU ASSHOLE!’ You yelled as you kept smacking his arm, while he almost fell off the couch laughing. You had the undeniable itch of smacking him across the face. His face went bright red by the time he came up to look at you after he was done laughing. He was stifling a laugh, and he failed so miserably that he almost spat at you.

'Really?’ You managed to compose yourself when you finally got to pause the movie. You glared at him, wanting him to drop dead right then and there.

'I-I’m s-s-sorry.’ He laughed in between as he apologized, not helping the situation. You smacked his chest and he drew in a long breath before finally looking normal.

'Okay, seriously though, sorry.’ He smiled apologetically at you, his eyes shining. The puppy eyes; you cursed at yourself for giving into them.

'Come here,’ He stretched two arms and motioned for you to come to him. You raised a curious eyebrow, making him click his tongue and ushering you to him again. You closed the gap between you both and he resumed the movie.

For the rest of the movie, you literally had your head hid in his chest while he would simply run his hands up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You would at times feel the vibrations of his laughter as you rested your head on his chest, making you smile unintentionally.

'Y/N?’ His hand came to your head and caressed it, making you hum.

'The movie’s done. You can look now.’ A smile formed on his lips as he looked at you peeping at the T.V before looking up at him, your chin propped up against his chest. Although it slightly tickled him, you looked way too adorable for him to ask you to move.

'You’re so beautiful, Y/N.’ He mumbled and you had only heard the first two words. You asked him what he had said and instead of repeating his words, he looked at you with a look you hadn’t seen before, making you feel an urge to lean in to him.

But before you could, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You kept your eyes open in partial surprise before closing them and moving your lips against his. He cupped your cheek while you had your arms around his waist. He pulled back, your lips still touching his as he spoke, 'Is it wrong that I have feelings for my best friend?’

You chuckled, a blush coursing through the apples of your cheeks before answering him, 'I guess not, because I have feelings for my best friend too.’ You confessed and his upper lip curled, disappearing, as his lips stretched into one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen of his.

'I knew it.’ He replied smugly, before pecking your nose.

'What? No, I never even..’ You got flustered easily.

'Hey, I am the golden maknae after all. I am never wrong.’ His hand went to the back of your head and massaged it, as he watched you smile in content.

'Just shut up and kiss me.’


That really was challenging! Great idea though! Thank you for that request anon! :)

Originally posted by purelyjimin

(gif is not mine)

hi. hello. so this fic isn’t finished or even polished. this is really just kind of like a preview of a fic, i guess? but i’ve been working on it in the background for a while - it’s my “i’m frustrated with all of my WIPs so i’m going to work on this instead” fic, but i thought i would send the first couple thousand words out into the world and see if anyone likes them.

this fic’s working title is “kent parson’s imaginary cat (and other adventures)” and originally it was going to be a funny 5+1 thing about how kent’s cat is terrible and hates everyone, but then?? idek what happened. actually, i do know. what happened is that brevity is not my strong suit and also i started thinking too long and hard about what happened to the other friends that kent and jack had in the Q and what they thought about everything that went down. then i wanted to write about a former Q teammate being traded to the aces and re-uniting with kent. and also kit purrson being mean to said teammate.

okay, well anyway, please have this first chapter-ish of a troyson fic that i may or may not ever finish. (your encouragement would go a long way.) it’s really for @zimmermaenner :)

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House of Cards in the Wind

TITLE: House of Cards in the Wind


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you were a powerful villain who was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and put in Cryogenic storage because there was no other way to deal with you. After doing some research, Loki learned about you and became obsessed. So much, that he looked for you and woke you up, knowing that you’d seek revenge and he would be more than willing to help.

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTES/WARNINGS: This story is the result of an imagine I saw on another blog theartofimagining13. The credit for the imagine goes to the author on that page. 

Warning death of minor characters and violence in this fic


His footfalls were rapid and without falter, as he made his way through the rows of what could only be described as chambers, each one eight foot tall, three foot wide and occupied. His breath would have been puffs of smoke in the air if he too was not as cool as the room he was in. To any other, the Cryogenic room would have been too cold to bear without adequate insulated clothing, but to Loki, it was as though it a spring day, he knew it was cold, he was no fool, there was ice everywhere, but he did not feel it. He paid little heed to the numbers and letters that donned the top of each chamber until finally, he came to the one he had read about, Subject 142RC-87F He looked at the ice-filled chamber and his brows raised. “You are younger than I expected, but that has its advantages.” He stated as he waved a hand and the icy air filtering into the machine ceased. “I doubt you will be too keen to defrost here,” he looked around for another moment. “I hope you do not get teleportation sick.” He grinned before touching the icy machine and teleporting it away.

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5 reasons your martial art sucks.

Martial arts of any kind are really considered a niche kind of ‘sport’. So we can assume that… not everyone likes it. Here are some reasons why.

1. You don’t learn how to fight.

You don’t. Face it, whatever martial art you are practicing, when you let yourself in an MMA cage fight or a Kickboxing match: you’re most likely screwed. And I put it nicely there. You can’t fight, it doesn’t work.

Originally posted by vhs-ninja

(… even in martial arts movies we’re portrayed as losers)

2. There’s a huge imbalance when it comes to diversity.

Now this might be local of course, but mostly the amount of male participants is (way) higher than females’. In my own dojo I’m one of the two (!) adult women. The demography is mostly better with the children, but it’s rarely 50/50.

3. You don’t earn any respect.

You thought getting into martial arts would finally land you some real respect and people would start treating you like a human being that is, in fact, awesome? Think again.
If they have even HEARD of your martial art and you don’t have to spend ten minutes explaining it, then you still get smacked in the face with the fact that people think martial arts are only for nerds who need help sticking up for themselves.

You might think: “Oh but you do Karate, that’s easy, everyone knows that.”
Not even close. I always have to explain that Karate isn’t Judo and explaining that my style of Karate has Jiu Jitsu in it makes the whole thing even more complicated..

Originally posted by yeah-think-funny

4. It leaves you bruised and beaten.

I remember having to run back and forth to the coffee corner at my work to get another batch of wet towels to cool my extremely bruised finger, 4 days before my black belt exam. A bit awkward to say the least, especially since your sweet co-workers will ask what’s up.

Also, I came into school one day with a black eye. Everyone in school thought I had gotten into a fight. I just went along with it because… well because I didn’t want to admit I actually failed to deflect one of the many Frisbee discs that were thrown at me by two black belts.

5. It’s a real commitment.

There are people who just come in once a week to do their thing and that’s it. That’s fine, but if you really want to get somewhere and earn that black belt you have to invest. I trained 4 to 5 times a week for before I earned my black belt. I saw my training partner more than my actual partner. Naturally that took a lot of understanding from my partner, not everyone can do that.

Well that sounds like a royal drag, why would I even start?

1. You learn something more than just fighting.
You might not be a cage fighter, but you do learn how to defend yourself. You learn the of the ways of budo. You strengthen your soul, your mind, your body, everything. A true budoka is mostly not just a good fighter, but also a good person.

Originally posted by alemdocabelo

2. Men everywhere
Okay so the girls aren’t as represented yet as the guys are. And yes there are an overwhelming amount of Caucasian males that run the show…
Welcome to the world. If you mind the lack of women in your dojo, invite them! Encourage them to try out, encourage others to bring women in! Make sure that diversity is happening, in every way possible.

Until my brown belt, I never even met a female sensei.
I never had a female sensei teach me. Now, I AM ONE. 

Lead, by example.

3. You don’t earn any respect?
Well, I might’ve lied a little. Look in your school years, you don’t get any respect (sorry). They’ll just sneer at you and ask you to ‘give ‘em a little show’. What I hope is that you have earned your own respect and are able to say no to those losers who make your life miserable.

In the corporate world however, it is respected if you are (still) doing something you love as a hobby and actually acclaimed some sort of title in it (like a black belt or a teacher’s license). Also, martial arts mostly mean that people are calm, collected, good listeners and disciplined people. All good traits if you ask me!

Originally posted by modern-yin

4. You’ll get beat up.
Only a little at times…? Look, if you didn’t like it a little at the very least, you probably quit already. But you know what? I’m just going to put it out there: getting a punch or a kick will toughen you up. Now I’m not saying beating children is okay (never). But getting hit the first time is huge shock and you’ll cry, the second time you’ll have a scare and a sniffle, the third time you might already be able to suck it up and continue. Not because you’ve been yelled at to do so, but because you are training yourself mentally.

That commitment
One of my sensei-in-life (a.k.a. mother’s) sayings is: there is always a choice. You might not feel like it, but there is always a choice.
And she is right. If you cannot fit that extensive training program in your busy life, then don’t. If you are mentally not ready to commit even though someone might ask it, you can perhaps try it, but if it really doesn’t go that well, then don’t.

The reason you are doing this is because it is FUN.

Originally posted by juji-gatame


You are committing your whole life to trying imitate what some (mostly) Japanese deceased men invented. 

By the way: you’ll never get it perfectly right, ever.

But you know what?

It brings you: joy, friends, a healthier body, a peaceful mind, a longer lifespan, inner strength, laughter, perseverance, discipline, this ‘amazing’ blog, a feel of home in the dojo, some great stories to tell and most of all: FUN. That’s all I need.

Spells - A Hogwarts AU

Part 2

Fic title: Spells
Part title: Damn Gryffindors
Part: 2/?
Rating: T
Fandom/s: Miraculous Ladybug, Harry Potter
Pairings: *slams fist on table* you’ll have to wait and see
Summary: Quidditch training, last-minute studying and tiring fights over who-gets-what-training-time leads to sleep deprivation. And if there’s anything that makes Marinette’s mouth less filtered, it’s sleep deprivation.

And that’s why she’s in the stupidest situation she’s ever been in in her life.

Part 1

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If there was one thing Marinette and Chloe agreed on, it was that Quidditch was ten times more important that grades.

“You have a Charms essay due and you’re still going to go train?” Sabrina’s face had never looked so incredulous.
“Our first game is this Saturday, and you actually expect us to write about spells?” Marinette swung her broom over her shoulder. “That’s crazy.”
“We have our O.W.Ls this year!” Sabrina snapped. “They’re the most important exams we’ll ever take in our life!”
“Sabrina, think about yourself for two seconds, and just stop talking,” Chloe flipped upside-down, combing her hair into a ponytail. “Because if you say one more thing Marinette will hit you over the head with her broom.”
“A stylish way to go out, Sabrina, feel lucky. The Firebolt 3000 would make a fabulous murder weapon,” Marinette winked.

“Okay, let’s go,” Chloe tightened her hair elastic and picked up her broom. “Hopefully Gryffindor isn’t down there.”
“Priorities, Chloe, priorities. We’re playing on Saturday, not them, so surely we’ll get the pitch.”
“I just heard Alix talking about how she wanted to train today.” Chloe pushed open the door and they headed down to the pitch.
“What are you going to do if Gryffindor is there?” Sabrina hurried after them, trailing behind.
“Tell ‘em what I just told Chloe,” Marinette tucked her ponytails behind her neck. “And if they still refuse to leave, then we’ll get permission from Slughorn.”
“And if the Hufflepuff team is there?” Sabrina almost tripped over the hem of her robes trying to keep up with the jogging girls.
“They’ll hurry out when we get there, they don’t like trouble,” Chloe replied. “Adrien’s not one to argue about priorities, but he knows we will. He’ll leave pretty quickly.”

The light was fading quickly from the sky; pink and orange streaked the azure, cloudless atmosphere. Marinette flung the doors to the Quidditch pitch open with flair, scanning to see if any rivaling teams were already there.
“Damn Gryffindors,” Marinette growled. Gryffindor’s red-and-gold robes stood out brightly against the sunset.

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New Years Eve

Up until mid-day on new years eve, (y/n)’s plans for the evening consisted of a bottle of wine, the onesie her brother got her for Christmas and fireworks on the TV to ring in the new year. She was more than happy with her plans- in fact, she was looking forward to it- but when her friend Jeff discovered her plans, he was having none of it.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an AU where Yoonkook are big Youtube stars and they meet in a YouTube convention and it all starts there? Thank you! 💕💕💕

(cute! Just a heads up I’m not sure if Vidcon actually has a dance Saturday nights just work with me ok)

Yoongi was a pretty normal guy who loved his routines. He went to work, he came home, he hung with his buddies when he had a chance, and three times a week, he would post a rant on his Youtube channel.

Yoongi is a ranter, and his friends joked that he should get in front of the camera to give a subject a piece of his mind. It was just a way for him to unwind and get some issues off of his chest. He didn’t expect that his youtube channel would 1) take off as well as it did and 2) people would care enough about what he thinks about things.

The fame hasn’t gotten him completely unscathed, he’s had his share of MRAs and Anti-SJWs and facists come into his comments to ream him out about his lefty opinions on topics. He doesn’t pay them much mind, they’re easy to brush off.

For the most part, ranting in front of the camera to five million subscribers has been pretty lucrative. He was able to quit his job and even sell t-shirts with some key quotes of his. People like his opinions enough that they keep coming back to hear what he has to say. All in all he couldn’t ask for a better career.

His followers had tipped him off to an interesting content creator that had gained a huge buzz in the community. He had an interesting channel title.

Kookie Tries Everything

Turned out the title was literal. The kid was fearless, everything included weird foods to bizarre stunds. It was too the point that companies actually sponsored him to test out their products on his show. The show was popular, everyone talking about the latest thing that Kookie tried.

Yoongi wasn’t so impressed, and decided to rant about it.

“You know kid, it’s great to try dangerous stuff, but it doesn’t look like you’re taking the normal safety precautions” he had ranted. “You need to make sure to watch out for yourself. No one wants to see you die for the show.”

If the kid saw his rant, he never said anything about it on the channel, and Yoongi went right back to his regular scheduled rants. The world continued to spin, etc.

The Vidcon came.

Despite his popularity, Yoongi wasn’t really a people person, but his best friend Hoseok was insistent that they’d go together. Hoseok had a dance channel and he had a few youtube friends he wanted to meet up with, but he was also too nervous to go alone. Who was Yoongi to deny his best friend.

The convention ended up being really fun, Yoongi went to a lot of informative panels on content creation that ended up being ridiculously useful. Not only that but he ran a panel or two himself.

After a very full day of con going, Yoongi was ready to head back to the hotel and recuperate for the next day. Hoseok had other plans, and dragged him to the dance. Thankfully there was a cash bar, so at the very least, Yoongi could find a corner to chill out in while he people watched.

Out of the corner of his eye Yoongi can see a kindred spirit, some guy all in black with a bottle of beer in his own hand while he looks through his phone. He looks about as interested in the dance as Yoongi is. His eyes are still on his phone so Yoongi takes the time to appreciate the view because he’s always had a thing for forearms and this guy’s forearms are A+. Yoongi lingers on them for a while, letting his eyes rove over to his equally nice looking hands, back up his broad chest and to his face and…oh shit.

It’s Kookie. From Kookie Tries Everything.

Thankfully the lighting is dim because Yoongi actually blushes a bit. He’s just been checking out Rodney DangerKid. The same kid that caused Yoongi went on a ten minute rant about safety precautions like an angry father.

He looked younger on the camera in his videos, not nearly as manly as he does now, all sharp lines and defined musculature. Of course he’d have to keep himself in shape because some of the hardcore parkour shit he does is fuckin scary.

DangerKid - or Kookie - as his friends call him in the video, looks up from his phone, right at Yoongi. Even in the dim lights, Yoongi can see the way the boy’s eyes widen a little in recognition before he smiles amicably. Yoongi responds with a curt wave of his own and a smirk.

Kookie puts his phone away in his pocket and closes the distance between them with a few long strides. He walks confident and sure, it’s a little intimidating.

“Hey! I’m Jungkook, I’m a huge fan! I saw your panel today on editing and I took so many notes. It really helped me out! I’m honored you ranted about me too. I promise I’m being safer now.” Oh shit, Kookie’s adorable too, muscley and adorable and went to Yoongi’s panel and watches his videos and…

Welp, Yoongi’s fucked.

“I was worried you were going to give me a piece of your mind about that!” Yoongi responds with a light laugh.

Kookie laughs with him. “No! It was good advice…I really should have been taking better precautions.”

They end up really hitting it off with an in depth discussion on lighting, and Yoongi’s actually getting some pointers from the kid on lighting positioning for his own videos he’d like to try. Something that didn’t make him look like a total ghost in his videos.

When Hoseok comes up to him a few hours later, a little drunk and looking a lot horny, Yoongi already knows what’s coming.

“Hyung~” He sing songs. “I met this really cute girl and we’re gonna go up to the room for a few drinks…maybe you could…not be there for the night?”

“You’re sexiling me? You said we’d be good to share a room! What if I want to get laid? Seriously every time we do this I’m the one that gets sexiled. Just you wait Hobi I’m doing a video about this.” Yoongi emphasizes his point by taking his phone out and angrily typing out a note about how he’s going to rant about Hoseok’s sexiling ways and being an awful best friend, all while glaring.

“You can crash in mine if you want?” Jungkook interjects. “It’s no trouble.”

Before Yoongi can respond Hoseok is screaming and hugging Jungkook like the kid just saved his life. “You’re the best, by hyung!”

Yoongi can only shake his head. “Unbelievable…”

(This is getting longer than I anticipated so I’m going to stop it here and stay tuned for part two!)

Send me a pairing and an au and I’ll write a short fic

Title: In The Early Hours
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader
Genre: Comfort/Fluff
Warnings: Feels sad man, language
A/N: Thank you so much to my child @bodhi-imperial for the ideas/inspiration, ur a precious peach and I lov u. This one isn’t in first person but could easily be a sequel to Between the Sheets. I wrote both as stand-alones, but either way! It’s open to interpretation. I’m also putting all of my fics below the “read more” from now on, since it can be frustrating on the dash. :-)

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Fox the Fox (Part 3)

Prompt: Reader starts her job at the BAU, but her young associate and her have a chemistry they can’t deny; but will the fates let them be together?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1976

Note: First whack at a dedicated Criminal Minds fic. A huge thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have done this without her. Thank you all for reading!!

Song:  You are in Love - Taylor Swift 


Two weeks had gone by since you started at the BAU. The team was still great and you had solved several cases in that time. The paperwork was the worst part. Finding the scum of the Earth was the highlight. Well, that and having Spencer as a friend. Gideon had put you two together on a lot of cases, pairing you up because he said you worked well together. You had to agree with him. Spencer kept up with you and your thought pattern, and same for him.

Most of the time you found yourselves having lunch together, him volleying random information at you. Half of it you knew, the other half, you soaked up. The dance sessions continued, but in all honesty, he didn’t need them. After two days of it, he had it down. Tonight would be the seventh dance class with him. You were very fond of him as well. Admittedly, you kept having to remind yourself he’s a coworker and ignore the way it felt when you looked into his eyes, the way his hands felt on your skin, your back, the way you were excited to just see him coming into work, eagerly looking forward to your time at lunch or the dance sessions. All of these things would suggest a mutual crush, but was it really? You knew Spencer’s was. His physiological changes were apparent enough, but were you perhaps just happy to have someone to relate to, to be friends with? You hadn’t made any friends in your time while training. As good as you were at your job, your own feelings were sometimes a mystery.

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Private Tutor

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Genre: Fluff | Smut | Mini Series 


Rumors are stories. Stories which circulate around, the truth to them uncertain. And although rumors were doubtful truths, they were often lies that people made to exaggerate the truth. Well that’s what you believed, until you saw the confirmation of the rumors with your own eyes. You saw the truth of it all unfold before you.

He was a man notorious for being capable of sweet talking his way into and out of any situation. They say his eyes were gifted. They were able to put anyone in a trance, almost as if you were being placed under hypnosis. Not only was he a magician capable of putting you under his spell, he was also titled as the biggest player on campus; a man of many skills that left every breathing female on their knees. Craving for his attention, their desire for him apparent as they crowded around him.

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Live Broadcast (G-Dragon Scenario)

Requested by anonymous

I honestly had so much fun with this one, so I hope you’ll like it, darling ^^ Enjoy~

Summary: You’re a popular solo artist and do a live broadcast via Naver’s V app. While answering questions asked by your fans, you open up and end up being quite honest with them. Unbeknownst to you, Ji Yong is watching and, while the broadcast is still going, you recieve a call - from him.

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Basketball player! Jaehyun

Basketball player! Jaehyun
• It was basically his life, basketball came before anything
• He started playing at a young age and anyone could see that he had a talent for it, shooting three pointers at seven years old, if he didn’t have school he’d probably be in the basketball court five minutes away from his house all day long and probably way after dark.
• Above everything else, it was his stress reliever, everyone has their own ways of ridding their worries and basketball was his.
• When school got a little too or he didn’t do well on a test he’d grab his sneakers and ball and he’d race down to the court, it was usually empty because most people in the neighbourhood knew that Jaehyun pretty much owned it.
• The downside to this was that when it came to basketball, Jaehyun was a perfectionist. If he wasn’t in the right mind set and wouldn’t be able to shoot, he’d become even more frustrated than he was before.
• So he’d stay until he calmed down and was able to make a shot. Just being in the court would help him to think straight and concentrate on the reason why he was stressed out, after doing that he would be able to come up with a solution and think of the positives.
• He was so excited when he first case to high school that on the first day he didn’t even bother picking up his timetable, he ran to the gym to find the coach and ask him when try outs would be, finding out that they would be in a few weeks, all of his concentration went towards making the team.
• He’d spend five minutes eating his lunch and then head to the gym to practice shooting some more and one day he’d see you sitting on the bleachers.
• Because this doofus had been spending so much time making the basketball team he didn’t even stop to make friends though he knew of a couple of guys named mark and ten who were trying out for the team too, so he talked to them in class.
• He knew that he had to make friends to get through high school and so that he could have some sort of social life.
• So he did something out of character, walked up towards you while you were finishing off homework and sat beside you, twirling the ball in his hands.
• “hi my names jaehyun, want to be friends?”
• You got a shock at the sound of a new voice beside you as you looked up to see an undoubtedly attractive boy who had the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. Clad in a plain white t-shirt and basketball pants, he stuck a hand out towards you with the ball in the other hand, you took his hand and shook it lightly and you couldn’t stop the smile making its way onto your face.
• You were already stressing about school even though you were only a week in so hadn’t made many friends either. You found comfort in the gym at lunchtime, when it was quiet, giving you time to think and peace to concentrate on revision and homework.
• Jaehyun was a fresh face that you hadn’t seen before, probably because he spent all of his time in the gym when he wasn’t in class, funnily enough you knew a thing or two about basketball because your brother used to play.
• The conversation came so easily to both of you as you discussed what subjects you were taking and what your plans for the future, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do yet but you listened in amazement to Jaehyun as he talked about his passion for basketball and how it had always been his dream to play alongside the pros.
• You felt yourself wanting Jaehyun to pursue his dreams and be able to make them come true as much as he did, with the amount of adoration he had when he spoke about it and the way his eyes lit up.
• Soon enough it became a daily routine to bring a packed lunch to school so that you could sit on the bleachers and talk to jaehyun as he practiced shooting. It was incredible how close you became in such a short period of time.
• He even asked you if you would go with him to try outs, knowing how much it meant to him to make it on the team you agreed straight away.
• There was never a doubt in your mind that Jaehyun wouldn’t make the team, he was one of the best amateur basketball players you had seen, when they called his name along with his other friends ten and mark who you had become close with also, you raced down from the bleachers and pulled them in for a group hug.
• And then you realised they all stunk so you pulled back and yelled at them to go shower.
• A few years on you were still the best of friends with the noobs but would consider yourself closer with Jaehyun and you had the most things in common.
• In the time that you had been friends with jaehyun you had begun to develop feelings for him that weren’t on a friendship level, being so invested with the team he was pretty much oblivious to the fact.
• You were pretty sure than ten and mark had caught on before him which says a lot.
• The coaches noted the amount of effort Jaehyun put into his games and always played with 110% and since the old team captain had graduated that year they decided to give him the title.
• When he found out he raced through all of the corridors looking for you and the guys so that he could share his excitement, after searching through most of the halls he found you at your locker and picked you up into a hug spinning you around, you clung onto him for dear life, in fear that he would drop you or you would fall.
• Though he did end up grabbing the attention of everyone else who was in the corridor too.  He finally placed you back on the ground, helping you stand because you were really dizzy, your heartbeat accelerated at his smile, you hadn’t seen him smile like that since he got onto the basketball team.
• you danced around the halls with him because you were his number one fan and probably just as excited as he was, you ran together to find mark and ten to tell them the news, ending up with you being squished in the middle of  their group hug.
• After school the four of you had made plans for a celebratory dinner, the buzz still hadn’t died down after you shared lots of laughs and inside jokes at the noodle bar you had decided to go to.
• Not realising the time you all had to call it night, because his house was in the same direction as yours Jaehyun walked you home, you turned to give him a hug and congratulated him once again, he smiled and kissed the top of your head “I wouldn’t have made it without you”
• You were glad he decided to leave at that point so he didn’t see your cheeks turn into tomatoes. After watching him leave you’d run and probably scream into your pillow because 1. Jaehyun kissed the top of your head 2. What did that even mean? 3. was that on a friendship level or did it mean more??
• But you didn’t realise that become captain came with a lot of popularity from, the girls of the school and suddenly, you didn’t hang out as much, he didn’t text you as  much,  you didn’t eat lunch together anymore.
• You thought back, was it something you did? It broke your heart to see him talk to people who only liked him after he was made captain of the basketball team, how could he have forgotten about you so quickly? Did your friendship mean nothing?
• He rarely even talked to ten and mark anymore, his own teammates
• He walked over to your but you refused to look him in the eye, you were not going to be friends with him whenever he felt like it. “Hey”
• You continued to ignore him, stuffing books into your locker. “Are you coming to my game tonight?”
• You scoffed, slamming your locker “oh sorry are you talking to me?”
• “duh who else am I talking to? you’ve never missed one of my games before and you know you’re my lucky charm”
• “sorry, why don’t you go ask one of your cheerleaders to do it for you? I’m busy tonight”
• You started to walk away when he grabbed your hand, making you face him “woah woah woah what did I do?”
• You laughed dryly “jaehyun I’m still surprised you even remember who I am with the amount of times we’ve talked in the past month,god you hardly even talk to ten or mark and they’re on the team! You’ve changed. You used to play basketball because you loved it, because it was your passion. Now you play it for popularity and attention.”
• He looked at you as the realisation hit him, he had neglected the friends he had since freshman year for “friends” who were the popular crowd. Guilt washed over him as he promised himself he wouldn’t be that person. He sighed and pulled you closer, resting his head on top of yours, you knew that he felt bad for what he had done but you couldn’t forgive him just yet. With basketball season coming into play and Jaehyun acting differently you were basically on your own for the past month.
• “I’m sorry, I really mean it. I’ll go and apologise to the guys too, they both deserve an explanation too. I just got so caught up in finally taking the steps forward to achieving my dream”
• “I get that jaehyun but I want to be with you when you take those steps” you huffed, finally wrapping your arms around his waist and he smiled, knowing that he had been forgiven.
• “It’s not too late you know, if you come to the game tonight I’ll make it up to you. I pinkie promise”
• You walked into the basketball court and tried to find jaehyun’s eyes as you took a seat, his eyes lit up when he found you in the crowd, giving you a wave.
• He had told you earlier that there were going to be representatives from huge teams coming tonight to scout for fresh talent so you hoped for his sake that he played as well as he normally did
• You felt jaehyun stare at you a few times through the game, he still guilty over the way he treated his best friend, not only that but he person he was starting to fall in love with. He created a plan so that he could try and win you back.
• You played with your fingers nervously as you looked at the scoreboard, the two teams were neck and neck and there was only 30 seconds until the end of the game.
• 15 seconds left. Jaehyun avoided the opposing teams defence and sunk the ball through the hoop with seconds to spare.
• The home crowd went wild, the rest of the team picked Jaehyun up, carrying him around the court, he laughed as he was let down, hugging mark and ten. Then his eyes met yours, he took a permanent marker out of his pocket and wrote something on the ball, he laughed at the confusion on your face as he threw the ball to you.
• You caught it, spinning it around to read the message and even though his handwriting was awful you made it out clearly “will you go out with me?”
• You nodded and ran down the bleachers, leaving the ball behind, he met you in the middle of the court and kissed you, holding your face in his hands, sending the crowd wild once more, you smiled into the kiss as ten and mark came over to tease you both and began ruffling your hair but you couldn’t have been happier.

Hey guys as always feel free to like and reblog and feedback is more than appreciated (please let me know what you think because without feedback I don’t know it’s actually any good ahah)

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Prince! Hansol

Merman! Taeil

Merman! Sicheng

... And The Internet Lost Their Minds

Summary: Dan never meant to. It just slipped out. 

Word Count: 1,200

A/N: despite the length, this feels to me like more of a drabble than a full fic. But I hope you enjoy anyway. 

For the longest time now the live shows had felt like a ticking time bomb.

Every Tuesday night was met with Dan taking deep breaths. Checking himself. Going over and over the list of things that could not be mentioned.

He was always the most on edge during that hour.

He never meant to slip.


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anonymous asked:

drunk calls from iwaizumi kindaichi bokuto after a break up!

IM EXCITED GUYS. THE FIRST REQUEST IVE TYPED, FINISHED! One of the requests from when the ask box closed! Im proud of this one guys, and my future work more now because of how I’m handling all this writing. I just hope you guys enjoy this read as much as I’ve enjoyed writing again. I love you guys, thanks for always motivating me! I hope you guys enjoy, love you guys!


You brought your forehead against the piles of paper and books atop your desk with a frustrated sigh. Scratch that, a groan. The hours of studying have caused your brain to exist to nothing but jelly. An exhausted, emotional pile of jelly. You turned your head to look at your phone. The lock screen glared back at you, 1:13 AM. Another groan of frustration left your mouth as you sat up and brought your palms to your eye sockets.

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anonymous asked:

We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances - Ziam please

So this is slightly different than the prompt asked for, hope that’s okay. That seems to be a theme with me lately. Once again anon thank you for sending me all these amazing prompts. Hopefully I can write more later today and tomorrow

The library was Zayn’s safe place on campus, a place where he could be one with the books. Louis always made fun of him for it, even though he was partially the reason why Zayn found solace there. He could get lost in the silence of the massive building, books upon books to read. Any subject he had a question about, the answer was probably found in these old, dusty books. That was also why he was studying English as well. So many things to uncover and different ways of interpreting a single text. With maths and history answers were always concrete, you couldn’t fake your way through it. With English though, you could talk in circles and still make sense and get a passing grade. Right now was crunch time, midterms. Besides exams Zayn had three term papers to complete within the next two weeks. Louis complained that he could only study well in their room, so being the good friend that he is Zayn made his trek across the campus to his go to spot. Not that it bothered him anyway. He smiled at Niall who was manning the coffee cart outside the building, promising that he’d stop to see him after his study session. Niall was a good lad, supplied Zayn with endless amounts of caffeine during his late night cramming sessions.

He threw his bag in the table, hoping he didn’t crack the screen of his laptop. This table was his favorite, too. A secluded location on the top floor, right next to the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the art building. A building that stuck out like a sore thumb, the architecture of the building was a juxtaposition to the whole entire campus. Zayn understood it, he even thought of a minor in art history when he first enrolled. He could appreciate an abstract piece of art even when he didn’t fully understand it. He sighed as he unzipped his bag and pulled out his laptop and the book he needed to read for his English literature class. He needed to write a ten page paper comparing and contrasting female writers from the nineteenth century. Didn’t seem that hard, at least at first it didn’t. Zayn welcomed a challenge, it got his mind thinking in ways he wasn’t use to. He started up his laptop and opened up his Spotify, another perk of his isolated location. No one was around to be bothered by him playing music without using his headphones. The only other person on this floor was the student librarian, Liam. Zayn knew of Liam outside of the library, he was captain on the footie team, helping the school wins its first title in over twenty years. He was well known around campus without acting stuck up about it, which was a shock. Today he was stacking books in the back, his own headphones on as he pushed the book cart across the floor.

Half hour into his writing Zayn noticed Liam was back behind his desk, headphones now off. He wasn’t bothered by Zayn’s music seeing he clearly bobbing his head to Drake. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t disturbing anyone. He was typing fast, his brain filled with ideas and he was determined to get it all down before they got lost. He looked up when he saw someone from the corner of his eye, giving them a head nod as a greeting. They guy went down the Russian literature section that had Zayn internally groaning, that course was waiting for him next semester. He went back to writing, getting lost in his work once more. It felt good to feel this determined, to actually set a goal for himself and maybe being able to accomplish it. He was going to reward himself with a massive iced latte, with an extra shot of hazelnut as a treat. It was stupid but it was the little things that made Zayn work harder. His goal was to write five pages of one of his ten page papers and it looked like he was going to achieve his goal within the next hour. He had three and a half pages written, and hopefully written well. One and a half pages left to write and he was free until he dragged himself up here the next day to hopefully repeat today’s events.

“What the-?”

Zayn paused his typing at the sound of a groan. It was obviously loud enough that it was heard over both his typing and music. He looked around, hoping he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. Liam was still behind his desk, typing on his own computer. Zayn stood up, stretched his arms above his head before walking over to Liam.

“Hey Zayn, what’s going on?” He asked.

“You okay?” Zayn asked, cocking his head to the right a little bit to size Liam up.

“Yeah,” he let out slowly, obviously confused over why the question was asked. “Are you?”

Zayn shook his head and smiled, now embarrassed. “S-sorry. I heard a noise and thought it was you but now I know it wasn’t and I feel incredibly stupid.”

“Don’t,” he told him, placing a hand on Zayn’s for the quick reassure. “You’ve been working for a long time, maybe you’re just getting tired.”

“True,” he laughed. “Five hours staring a screen maybe is a long time.”

Liam gave Zayn a reassuring, light hearted smile before Zayn walked back to his seat. He flipped open his reading material once more and tried to resume his writing. He was on a good roll and now he felt like it had lost it. His mojo was gone. His five page plan looked bleak, looked more like a four page plan. Which wasn’t a bad thing but Zayn didn’t want to be behind when he had so much to do in such a short period of time. He changed the music, maybe a mix up of things would get him going again. The room was now quiet, just the soft sound of Liam typing in the distance when Zayn heard the noise again. He quickly turned around at Liam who was looking at him with eyebrows raised. Okay so he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. This time Liam walked from behind his desk and over to Zayn. He sat next to him and just waited. Waiting for what? Zayn had no idea but clearly Liam knew what he was waiting for. Sure enough, the noise could be heard again.

“Oh my god!” Liam gasped, trying to remain silent as he did so. “What the hell was that?”

“Is someone up here with us?” Zayn asked, turning off his music once more. “I’ve been so enthralled with my work that I don’t know if anyone is here.”

“I saw some guy like an hour ago,” Liam recalled. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”

“What! What!” Zayn asked, slapping Liam’s arm, hopefully getting some information out of him.

“A girl followed him up here a few minutes later,” he laughed. “Someone is having sex in the Russian literature section.”

“Pushkin gets me hot too,” Zayn joked, pushing his chair out slowly, hoping not to scrap it against the floor and make noise. He stood up and smiled down at Liam. “Come on.”

“What! No!” Liam told him. “Za-Zayn stop!”

“Come on, Leeyum,” he laughed, pulling gently on his arm. “Don’t you want to know who rudely interrupted our studying?”

“No, not really,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s leave them to their business and continue with ours. Okay?”

“No,” Zayn responded. “These people are not respecting the books. The books need to be respected, Liam.”

“Zayn,” Liam groaned and tried to stifle a laugh when the couple in the aisle made a similar noise. “They can’t be that much longer, yeah, so let’s just drop it.”

Zayn shook his head in dismay at Liam, how dare he just want to leave this alone. These people were clearly being disrespectful to not only Liam’s place of work but the books. The books! They couldn’t stick up for themselves so someone had to and that someone was going to be Zayn Malik. He tip toed as quietly as possible towards the shelves to catch these rude intruders. The first two shelves were clear, only six more to go. Once he approached the fourth he saw Liam sigh and give up to follow him. Good. It was better with a partner anyway. Someone to back up his story when he told Louis later. He kind of wished Louis was there with him, he’d be the first to jump out of his seat and help Zayn. Not for the respect part just because Louis was the biggest gossip he ever met.

“Welcome to the team,” Zayn greeted Liam with a smile. “Time to put these no good people in their place.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got them shaking in their boots,” he replied dryly. “Totally going to scare them now.”

Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed for Liam’s hand which was slightly clammy, probably nerves. They walked a few feet to the next shelf in silence, Zayn tried to hold his breath trying not make any unnecessary noise. The noise got louder and more aggressive, okay now Zayn was trying to suppress a laugh. This was all kind of a little bit ridiculous if he stopped to think about it. But he couldn’t stop to think about it now, these books demanded respect. He peeked at the next shelf and sure enough he had caught the assailants, going at it between ancient Russian romance novels and Russian history. How sexy. Zayn looked behind at Liam who was still shaking his head and rolling his eyes at him. His free hand was covering his mouth but it was evident that he was laughing behind his hand. The laugh lines by his eyes were a dead giveaway. Useless.

“Excuse me,” Zayn said harshly towards the couple.

The parted quickly, or as quickly as they could seeing the girl was kneeling on the carpeted floor.

“Can’t you find a room to do that in?” Zayn asked and stood square in front of the couple. The guy quickly trying to button his pants back up as the girls sheepishly stood up, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “What you’re doing is not only rude but disrespectful.”

“Sorry bro,” the guy apologized, shocked at Zayn’s outburst. “Didn’t realize you’d be so against a quick blowie in the library.”

Zayn looked over at Liam and quickly pulled him closer. He wasn’t going to look like the asshole alone. “I don’t care where you get your jollies mate. Just don’t do that to the books.”

“Th-the books?” He gawked, running his hand through his hair. “You can’t be serious.”

“These books deserve better,” he explained. “These beautiful pieces of literature were not written so you can have a quickie amongst them.”

The girl looked over a her boyfriend and then at Liam, hoping someone could make sense of what was going on. “I-I’m sorry, but you’re upset over some books.”

“Some books,” Zayn scoffed looking over at Liam for some help, tightening his grip on their connected hands. “Please.”

“Ignore him,” Liam told the couple. “As you can tell he’s very passionate about this. Can you just umm, I don’t know. Finish this up somewhere else, okay?”

“Sorry bro,” the guy repeated, this time to Liam. He patted him on the back as he and his girlfriend passed by. “That goal to end the last season was sick man. Epically sick.”

“Thanks,” Liam took the compliment graciously with a tight smile. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Zayn huffed at Liam, releasing their hands with a upset sound. He stomped back to his seat to collect his things. He was so upset over the couple and his lack of completed work that he was even considering not getting his iced latte after all. But hell, he deserved it. He had put up with enough crap today that he’d even give himself two shots on hazelnut.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked once he caught up with a fast moving Zayn. “You can’t be that upset over some books.”

“Some books,” he scoffed and zipped up his bag. “You don’t get it Liam, do you?”

“Obviously not,” he laughed. “Look if it’s any consolation, these things rarely happen around here.”

“Liam,” Zayn began with a sigh and threw his heavy bag over his shoulder. “One day I want what I write to be on these shelves. I’m not mad at the kid getting off, more power to him honestly. It’s the principle of it all is it.”


“I don’t want my work to be thrown up on a shelf and be disregarded like these works are,” he continued to explain. “I respect the written word. And maybe that makes me a nerd or whatever but so be it. That’s just who I am I guess.”

“I can respect that,” Liam told him with an understanding nod of his head. “Don’t get it but I respect it.”

“Don’t you have something you’re so passionate about that it drives you insane?” He asked, his eyes wide and animated with emotion.

Liam stood in front of Zayn silent. He shuffled on his feet and visibly swallowed his nerves down. Honestly? Yeah, Liam did have something he was truly passionate about that drove him insane and it was Zayn. He all started at the beginning of the year. He’d watch him come to the library almost everyday and sit in his lonely section. Liam would just spend the whole time watching him as he studied, trying to find the courage to talk to him. He was attractive but that wasn’t what kept Liam feeling helpless. It was passion and his drive as he worked so hard at whatever he was working on. Zayn the English major with soft eyes and sharp cheekbones with black ink painting both his arms. He was breathtaking.


“Get coffee with me,” he blurted out.

“Wha-what?” Zayn asked, taken aback at Liam’s outburst.

“Get coffee with me,” he repeated boldly. “You want to know what I’m so passionate about then come get coffee with me and I’ll tell you. Just warning you that it’ll shock you.”

Zayn scoffed. “After today nothing is going to shock me.”

“Is that a yes then?” Liam asked, hoping it didn’t sound like he was begging.

“It’s a yes,” Zayn confirmed. “You’re buying though. And just to let you know I want a double shot of hazelnut.”

“I can do that,” Liam laughed. “Come on. Niall should be closing up soon and his cart is the only coffee I trust on campus.”