i wish i could say i wasn't laughing when i was looking for a face to put in there

Second Chances (m)

Word Count: 8,833

Warning: Yoongi smut

A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~

If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”

“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.

Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”

You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.

You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]

“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.

"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”

You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”

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John Laurens x Reader

Note: Did… did I just write for someone other than Daveed, Oak or Lafayette? Are y’all proud of me? You should be. Aaaaand I did a request? Damn I’m proud of myself. This took way too long to finish and I’m really sorry about that you guys. 

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I request John x reader and reader has some kind of social anxiety? Like I’ve read all of your fics and daaamn girl! They’re awesome!

AU: College

Word Count: 1211

Tagging: @hamiltonsquills (if you want me to stop tagging you in everything you’re welcome to tell me)

Originally posted by papersquared

You take a breath as you push your way through the packed bar. After a week’s worth of convincing you finally agreed to come out tonight to meet you boyfriend John, his friends and the Schuyler’s.

You didn’t really want to come, crowded rooms of any kind always made you uncomfortable but crowded rooms filled with a bunch of drunk college students who don’t understand the meaning of personal space are even worse.

You clench your fists as you move further through the bar, the thick sweat filled air doesn’t help

more quiet area at the back of the bar, where you spot a few members of your group already waiting. Lafayette is reaching over the table, trying to grab his phone from Herc who is holding it up out of his reach, while Peggy laughs at the Frenchman’s attempts.

You were hoping that John would have been there waiting for you, knowing his presence would have put you at ease but for you can’t see him at the table already as you approach.

“Hey Y/N” Hercules calls, looking up as you reach the table. While he’s distracted, Lafayette takes the opportunity to pull his arm down slightly and snatch his phone out of Hercules’s hand.

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Love Me Like You Do-Baekhyun (T)

Royal AU

AU List

word count: 11,662

rated T for mature themes, but nothing too explicit.

a/n: here’s my new project! I decided to put it all in one go, but I added breaks so it might be easier stop and come back to :)

You’re the cure, you’re the pain
You’re the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much (x)

Sitting in the high backed chair trying your best to keep a perfect posture, you keep your eyes down focusing on your meal; which was the food in front of you and not the handsome boy sitting at the opposite end of the table. You felt his eyes on you, watching you, not sternly but protectively. In case the slightest mishap were to happen, you knew he would come up with something to divert the attention from you without hesitation.

Because the eyes of your peers were always on you.

Because you didn’t belong.

Because you were only here to entertain the prince. And entertain the notion that just maybe, you meant something to him.

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It Wasn't Hard

Word count: 608

Pairing: Dean WinchesterXReader

Warnings: This is just something I came up with last night. It’s fluff, straight cotton candy fluff. I don’t even think there’s any foul language. I know. I was surprised too.


It wasn’t hard to fall in love.

In fact, it was easy. Almost too easy.

She wished that it came with a warning, but few things ever did. Life lessons usually came without warning, and crashed into her life, she’s found in her time on this earth.

So how was she to know that she would grow to love the color of his eyes when they caught the sunlight just right?

The soft green gaze, the one that held so much love and tenderness, and how it pierced through her soul whenever he looked at her.

How was she to know that his laugh would make a smile cross her face, no matter how she was feeling at a particular time?

The little smirks after a snarky innuendo, or the full belly laughs when she cracked a joke that he and Sam actually deemed funny and how they made her cheeks flush with happiness and joy that no one else has given her.

How was she to know that his kisses would leave her delirious, like she was floating on a cloud?

The pecks before splitting up for a hunt, or the heavy kisses to convey anger after a fight, or even the desperate kisses when their bodies joined together as one under the sheets of some dingy motel room.

How was she to know that she would fall head over heels in love with this man so easily?

He wasn’t perfect, not in the slightest. He cursed like a sailor and had a bit of a temper for some things. He didn’t know how to open up to anyone about literally anything that bothered him. He made stupid decisions, and he didn’t always think things through, especially when someone he loved was in danger.

But his heart was made of gold and he always kept his family safe, even at his own expense. He made sure that Sam was always okay, and that after a long hunt she got to shower first, and a million other little things that just pushed her further and further in love with him.

He was a loving boyfriend and a passionate lover, always putting her wants before his own. It didn’t matter on what, he would always choose her over himself.

She even remembers when he split his last piece of pie with her, the one he had been looking forward to eating all day.

So no, it wasn’t hard to fall in love with Dean Winchester.

It was just so easy, so simple, so right.

He felt right, and she knows that this is what love is supposed to feel like.

She didn’t know what love was before, but after meeting Dean Winchester, she could say with certainty that she knew what love meant.

“You’re still awake?” he murmurs tiredly, slinking an arm around her waist as his tired gaze flickered open. She looks up to him for a moment, watching his lips part with his exhale.

“Yeah, just thinking,” she answers quietly, nosing into his warm chest.

“About?” he prompts, rubbing her side gently as she swung a leg over his and settled in for the night.

“How love doesn’t have an instruction manual,” she sighs, slipping her hand under his shirt as she smiled. “But maybe it doesn’t need one.”

He cracks a small smile and presses a kiss to the top of her head, letting his lips linger.

“Nothing has ever felt so right,” she breathes. “Nothing except you, Dean.”

She decides then that falling in love was easy, because she found the right person.

Dean Winchester was, and forever would be, the love of her life.

anonymous asked:

Hiii there! I wanted to request an Aomine scenario!(I saw the little post about not having knb requests and here i am~) i love this dude srsly. Can it be something fluff like you confessing to him and he's kind flustered(? Thanks and i love your blog

AN: My first Aomine scenario ask and look at how pure it is I live for this!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t think he’s the type to get flustered easily, so I did my very best. Sorry it’s so short!!!!!

If someone asked you what kind of relationship you had with Aomine, you weren’t sure what your answer would be. You were in the same grade, that’s for sure, anyone could have guessed that. But to say something like “we hang out on the roof together” wouldn’t be the most conventional answer, and you didn’t really want to explain it every time someone asked.

“We’re friends” wouldn’t be the right answer, either. You barely knew anything about each other, let alone said more than two sentences at a time. You didn’t want to bother him during his mid-day naps and you didn’t want to be bothered, either.

You two met each other on that very roof one day, but it was your first time there. You discovered it when you took the wrong staircase up trying to find the bathroom and somehow ended up on the roof. The view was a sight to see so you didn’t mind and you stayed to admire it for a bit.

After losing track of time for an hour, you heard the door swing open behind you. You stood up quickly, panicking and trying to think of an excuse in case it was a teacher that had caught you; but you came face to face with a tall, dark student who looked just as confused as you.

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queenofaburiedkingdom  asked:

@ tumblr, pls send this time, thx. I wish you would write a fic where....Victor cries a lot. His tears are magical I swear. (okay the magical part wasn't meant to be a part of the prompt, but. what if vic's tears were actually magical. TANGLED AU BUT WITH HIS TEARS INSTEAD OF HAIR. wait no that wouldn't work. abort. abort.)

The first time it happened, Yuuri had only been living in St. Petersburg for two weeks and he was in the middle of preparing dinner.

“Ow,” Yuuri hissed and dropped the knife. He cursed to himself and moved over to the sink to wash off the blood.

“Damn,” he muttered, and squinted at the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but it was still bleeding freely and he didn’t want it to get infected.

He poked around the kitchen, peeking in the cabinets and searching in vain for a bandaid. Surprisingly, there were none. He bit his lip, gnawing on it slightly before he sighed and decided, whatever, and got a tissue to wrap around his finger.

“Vitya?” He called out, making his way to the living room.

“Yeah?” Viktor called out from a bundle of blankets, a noticeable tremor in his voice. Yuuri stilled and rushed to the couch, fear acrid in his veins and made only worse when Viktor looked up and there were visible tears slipping down his cheeks.

“What happened?” Yuuri murmured, sitting down beside his fiancé and cupping Viktor’s cheeks in his hands, tissue dropping somewhere near the couch. His wound instantly forgotten, he swiped at Viktor’s cheeks to wipe the tears away.

Viktor sniffled and pulled out his phone from within the blankets and shoved it in Yuuri’s face.

“Look!” Viktor cried as his finger stabbed at the screen and… replayed a video? Yuuri drew back, blinking slightly at the screen.


The video played, and despite himself, Yuuri could feel his eyes watering at the sight.

“Oh my god,” he muttered and Viktor whimpered as he opened up his arms, blanket flopping at his sides. Yuuri automatically delved into his arms and Viktor enclosed him inside the softness and warmth.

“They’re just so happy,” Yuuri whispered, and he couldn’t help it, the tears are dripping down his face and he can feel the snot coming. Damn it, why was Viktor the pretty crier and why was Yuuri the one that looked like a troll?

“I know!” Viktor wailed, “We’re going to bring Makka with us everywhere.”

Safe to say, Viktor and Yuuri ended up watching dog videos and crying together for the next hour.

That night, as Yuuri brushed his teeth, Yuuri finally remembered his finger.

“Huh,” he said in confusion and narrowed his eyes to inspect his fingers. “I could have sworn I cut myself.”

He moved his hand around in front of his face, even checking both hands to make sure, but his hands remained clean and woundless.

Yuuri shrugged and continued brushing his teeth.

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You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as you laid on the floor, rain pouring down on you making you shiver from cold, your feet hurt from running and your chest burning from the effort, still you couldn’t help but smile even just a bit, you were finally free and no one was taking that from you, your only goal now was finding a place to spend the night.

With some effort you were able to stand, ignoring the pain on your feet as you began to wander the streets of Gotham. Not long after, rain finally stopped, leaving you space to breathe and relax, your memories from earlier weighing less if even for just a moment when steps coming from behind you sent an uneasy feeling up your spine. Turning around to look you saw four men following you, the way they walked showed they were clearly drunk, and by how the looked at you, you knew you were in trouble.

You fastened your pace in hopes of losing them hearing them laugh in response as they quickly caught up on you. The pain on your feet was now unbearable, you closed your eyes without stopping, trying to ignore the pain when you bumped into something, or rather someone, you opened your eyes to see a man standing before you, he was broad and tall, and his leather jacket did little to hide his muscles underneath, your bump startled him at first but quickly returned to what seemed his usual calmness, his blue eyes shifting from you to the men who were following you and back to you making them stop dead in their tracks shutting their laughs, he sent you a quick wink as he shoved you behind his back, shielding you from their view with his body to face them.

“Hey buttheads, what do you want?” His words echoed.

“Get lost pretty boy, we just want the girl, have some… fun” One of the men said, getting a round of laughs from the others trying to get a look of you from behind him.

His hand moved behind to reassure you, blocking you once more from their view. “Fun? Okay, let me get this straight, you ever touch a single hair of hers, and the only fun you’ll get will come out of Blackgate, understand?” You could see his body tense up as the other guys moved, running away from him.

His voice made your words get caught up in your throat, telling you to run the way they did but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, something in the way he defended you told you he wasn’t going to hurt you or anyone in your situation, you could almost say what he does was to protect.

“Thank you…. For saving me.” you managed to say at last.

“Don’t worry about it, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, just a bit…” you lowered your gaze.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry anymore, I’m Jason Todd.” he said with a smile, extending his hand to greet you.

“[Y/N], just..… [Y/N]” you said returning the smile half-heartedly and taking his hand, it felt warm in yours and much bigger. You raised your eyes to look at him, he was still smiling as he shook your hand, without the danger you could finally look at him, under the street lights you could tell he was quite handsome, enough to make any girl woo, and his raven black hair was adorned with a streak of white, which made you wonder how it got there. As you tried to come up with an answer, your thoughts were interrupted by his next question.

“So, [Y/N], those guys may be gone but I’ll feel safer if I can take you home, care to lead the way?”

“Uhm, well, I… just… don’t have… a place to stay.” You said almost in a whisper.

“Oh…. I’m sorry.” His voice reflecting his words.

“It’s okay, I’ll just…” You began saying when a warm hand over your shoulder stopped you.

“Hey! Come on”, he extended his hand to you, “You can crash at my place until you need it, free of charge of course.” The warm smile he gave you was enough for you to take his hand once more and follow him without a doubt.

Days became weeks that became months, you were getting used to living with him and your lives together quickly became a routine, it just came natural for both of you and you trusted him enough to open up to him, enough to tell him the story of how you escaped and became free.

You became an orphan at age 5 and were placed in foster care since then, moving constantly from place to place until one family finally took you in permanently but they turned out to be criminals who trafficked with people and you were forced to work for them doing awful things before finally leaving.

He listened to your story without judging you, he understood and reassured you once more that you were safe, and so he told you his story, about how he came from the streets, of how he died and about the Red Hood, and you couldn’t help but laugh, one could only come home bloodied up late at night so many night before noticing something was off.

You both never felt so close, and the feelings on your heart finally made sense, you kept them secret, afraid of them not being returned if you ever said them out loud, spending time with him living in the same place felt enough to make you happy, as long as you two were together it didn’t matter how.

You had just come home after running some errands, putting everything away and cleaning a bit, Jason was speaking on the phone when the mention of your name made you stop.

“ Yeah, [Y/N], I know. I hate them, how could anyone live with ‘that’?” ‘That’? What did he meant by that? Your mind was going crazy, could he mean you? No, he’d never say something like that.

“It’s just that with [Y/N]…, I wish I could just get rid of them.”. This time your heart broke, now he was definitely talking about you, you wanted to go to leave and not coming back, you stumbled backwards crashing against the trash can, making enough noise to be heard.

“Wait a minute, [Y/N] is that you? Are you home already?” He said from the other room, you could hear him stand up, he was coming to get you but before he reached you, you made your decision and got out.

And so you ran, faster that you could have thought, away from him and from the place you had called home as tears began to fall crying your heart out. How could he say that? Why did he say it? You couldn’t help those kind of thoughts from coming, you wished you just disappeared to end the pain.

“Well but if it isn’t [Y/N]! How are you dearie?” A hoarse voice called you from behind, and before you were even able to turn, a hit from behind turned your sight black.

You opened your eyes, your head felt like exploding from the hit and your body felt rigid. Thick ropes were holding you to a chair in a black room, tight enough to make you bleed if you were to move. You knew this room, this is where you spent your time 'working’ from that time so you knew what was coming next. A tray was brought into the room, it was full with tools from knives to pincers and screws some bloodied and old from use, others new and shiny, replacements for those who broke during ‘play time’.

“Ah! So you’re awake, excellent [Y/N], you know I enjoy this a lot more when they’re awake.” The same hoarse voice said.

“You… how did you find me?” You said, almost shouting in disbelief.

“You? Come on dearie, it’s papa remember? And as to how I found you…, well, you know we never forgive those who betray us.”

He made his way towards you, his tool already chosen, pressing it to your skin he smiled, “Now, shall we begin?”

You closed your eyes, waiting for the pain but before anything happened an exploring was heard from outside and time seemed to move slower. The door of the black room swung open, shots were fired and a man in a red helmet entered, he moved fast like a blur, dodging the bullets and throwing punches with precision, you wanted to shout, to tell him you were fine but a sudden pain stopped you from saying anything, making your vision go black once more.

You woke on your bed confused as to how you got there, your wrist hurt from where the ropes were holding you, and your abdomen felt worse, that must have been where the bullet hit you. You tried to stand but someone was sleeping besides you, the boy with the white streak woke up and his eyes lit up when he saw you.

“[Y/N], you’re awake!” you could hear the relief on his voice.


“Yes, I’m here, I’m okay, you’re okay, [Y/N] I was so worried about you, I thought I had lost you when you left running, when you…, and when I couldn’t find you I thought…” You could feel his pain, and you wanted nothing more than comfort him and take away his suffering but you couldn’t.

“Jason, why are you here?” Your voice breaking in the end, “You don’t want me”


“You said you couldn’t live with me…” Tears rolled down as you began to sob.

“What!?, [Y/N] no, I wasn't…”

“You said you wished you could just get rid of….” His lips stopped you from saying more as he kissed you, his lips were soft and felt cold against yours, it was sweet and tender but passionate enough to make you want more.

“[Y/N], the only thing I wanted to get rid of was this, your old life, I wanted you to live a good life, away from this, I wanted you to be happy.” He said after ending the kiss, his lips lingering above yours as you caught your breath.

“I love you [Y/N], I’m sorry I couldn't….” This time your kiss shut him. He looked at you, surprise all over his face as smile began to grow.

“I love you too, Jason.” You said, a smile matching his as pulled him closer, never letting go.

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tonksiefea  asked:

So I have a hayffie prompt that's kinda just a sentence "she didn't know he loved her and that was really the main problem wasn't it?" Do with this as you will

Here it is [X]


“It’s more complicated than that.”

“I think it is very simple actually.”

They were at a dead-end.

Haymitch took a deep shaky breath as they stared at each other, the intensity in Effie’s blue eyes was almost enough to make him flee. He couldn’t though. Not now. If he ran away now… Everything was over.

Damn the Capitol. Damn Snow. Damn Coin. Damn Katniss. Damn everything.

He didn’t want to go back to Twelve of all places.

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cee3p0  asked:

Prompt: jack has never had a problem woth spending money so hes too easily influenced to buy everything advertised on tv. When bitty comes back to their shared apartment to 30 chia pets he is both bewildered and highly amused.

What’s your favorite animal?

Bitty’s eyebrows pull together in confusion at Jack’s text.  He’d been sitting at his desk, studying for his French final, when his phone had vibrated against the wood next to his hand.  He types out his answer, and it’s barely gone through before his phone is already buzzing with Jack’s response.

Señor Bun would be offended that you even have to ask.

Soooo bunny then.

Yes.  Why?

No reason. :)

Bitty narrows his eyes at the screen, but the corners of his mouth twitch.

I’m sure.  Dork.  

He sets his phone back down and continues to go over his notes, a small smile on his face.

When Bitty walks out of his last final–European History, which he probably only did okay on, shh, don’t tell Jack–he’s got a fully formed plan in his mind.  He rushes back to the Haus, throws an overnight bag together, and leaves a note on the fridge telling the others he’ll be back Sunday to get the rest of his stuff before heading home for the break, and that there are five pies to tide them over while he’s away.

Jack isn’t expecting him until Friday, and it’s only Wednesday, but Bitty doesn’t think he can wait that long, not when all of his exams are finished and he’s got nothing left to occupy his brain space other than the thought of Jack Zimmermann’s stupid handsome face.  So he’s going early, and Jack will just have to deal.

The drive is an easy 45 minutes, and Bitty cranks up the volume on the radio and rolls down the windows, feeling light and happy and a bit like his heart might burst out of his chest when he sees Jack.

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mariquitamari  asked:

Prompt: The pool of acid was boiling. That wasn't the concerning part; the pool of acid was supposed to be boiling. What was more concerning was the fact that the pool of acid was on the ceiling, far from any heat source.

“It’s a class five,” the man in Agatha’s living room says. He’s wearing a biohazard suit pulled down to his waist where the arms are tied to keep it from sliding down past his rubber boots. Under the suit he’s wearing a dress shirt and tie, both in an off-putting shade of green. He doesn’t look up when he speaks, instead staring at the pool on her ceiling and then to his clipboard.

Agatha looks from the man to the bubbling mass on her ceiling and does not remember inviting either in.

“‘Course with new department regulations, that doesn’t mean much,” the man continues. He jots another note on his clipboard and sighs noisily. “Class five wouldn’t even touch an old level two, if you ask me. You don’t need to worry, ma'am, I can have this cleaned up by sundown.” He frowns darkly at his clipboard. “If it’s not finished by then, there is an emergency number you’ll have to call.”

“I see,” Agatha says, stepping cautiously into her living room. The edge of the pool bubbles alarmingly above her but not a drop of the hissing acid falls far enough to touch her. “I don’t think the emergency number will be necessary, mister…?”

“Brown,” the man says. He finally turns to look at her, tucking the clipboard under his arm. “And I assure you it is entirely necessary. Why, just last week we had a class three turn into a class seven! It’s the ley lines… something about the moon…”

“You misunderstand,” Agatha says. “I don’t mean that emergency services are unnecessary. I mean to say the number is because it connects to my phone.” She pulls a small red cell phone from her pocket and dangles it from two fingers.

Mr. Brown stares at her. “Ah.”

Agatha allows some of the rage to break through her poker face. “This, of course, could have been avoided if you had waited for an official request.”

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{ serendipity }

part one is here and was definitely a little fluffier! this one is a little more angsty + focuses on how alexander is really feeling. an anon sent in a little prompt about alexander being jealous so i explore that a bit in this part. I decided to make this a little series so there’s more to come! hope you enjoy these!

pt. 2

“Three days.” Angelica told Thomas when they went to bed the first night. She cupped his face and sleepily kissed him. She laid back in the bed almost immediately, tired from today. As much as she loved her sisters and Alexander, she could get a little exhausted–especially as it had just been her and Thomas for so long. 

“Just three days and then we can go back home.” She said softly, crawling under the covers.

He was doing this for Angelica. He reminded himself. He’d kept her from home for so long. The least he could do for her was get through these three days.

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Simon D - Drunken Antics

Originally posted by callmeloco0

“What?” You yelled into your phone since you were having difficulty figuring out what the caller was trying to tell you because the loud music in the background was drowning out his voice. “Jay, I can barely hear you!” At this moment, he hung up on you. You let out a brief sigh and rolled your eyes. If he was going to call you, he could at least go to a more quiet area. You started wondering why he would even make the effort to call you because Jay hated calls. He barely picked up his phone, and he didn’t call anyone on his own free will- he preferred text messages. 

Could it have been something important? You shook your head at the thought. He was probably wasted and called you by accident. But not shortly after he hung up, you received a message from him which made you worry.

Club A. Come here ASAP! Simon’s about to do something hella stupid.”

You felt your pulse rising as you read his text. You imagined the worst things and you began to feel really worried. Without much hesitation, you bid goodbye to your friends and left the restaurant. While you were walking to your car you quickly texted Jay to wait outside for you, otherwise, it would be a pain in the ass trying to get into the club. Club A was known to be the hot spot for many celebrities and that’s why the security had increased tremendously over the years. You threw your bag onto the passenger seat and drove off.


“What’s going on?” You asked him right away when you spotted him close to the entrance, before even greeting him.

“Well, nice to see you too, my friend,” he said jokingly, throwing his arms around you for a hug nonetheless.

“Where is he?” You gave him a brief hug before pushing yourself away from him again, inspecting him. First, he made you freak out over his text message and now, he was acting all relaxed and cool. You were utterly confused and you couldn’t judge the situation properly. Was it just a prank to get you here?

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All For You (Ben Mason X Reader)

Fandom: Falling Skies
Pairing: Ben Mason X Reader
Word Count: 2,981 
Author’s Note: Not a request, but I had this idea after last week’s episode and today’s episode only made me want to write it more???? Also: not an AU, I just alter a few things about the timeline. Like, there’s about a month gap between Maggie getting her spikes removed and the 2nd Mass travelling to the 14th Virginia (is that even what it’s called?? idk??), and in reality it’s only like a couple of days?? Also the ending’s super abrupt I am so sorry.
WARNING: Spoilers for the most recent episode of Falling Skies!! Read at your own risk!!

“Anne, please,” You pleaded, knitting your eyebrows together and giving her the most desperate look you could. “He’s, god, he’s so miserable. It’s killing me.”

“And, what?” Anne asked, frowning at you. “You think putting Maggie’s spikes into you won’t?”

You groaned loudly and tugged on your hair in annoyance. “I don’t know. Probably. But if there’s even a possibility of it working, I’m willing to take the risk. I’ll be stronger, I’ll be of more use to the Second Mass, and-”

“Ben’ll like you better?” Anne guessed, not unkindly, just thoughtfully.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Anne, believe it or not, I don’t care about him liking me back.” You shook your head. “He’s my best friend, hell, he’s one of my only friends at this point, and he’s in so much pain right now. I can’t…” Your eyes started to water, and Anne placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I can’t handle seeing him hurting like this. I have to try and do something to help, don’t I?”

“__y/n__, I know that you want to help him, but it’s just too dangerous.” She shook her head firmly. “I’m sorry.”

“Anne.” You looked at her as seriously as you could. “The only person that’ll get hurt is me. The only person this will affect is me. Please. Just let me try. He’s my best friend, and even though I’m right here, he feels so alone. Maybe if I have the spikes he’ll actually talk to me.”

Anne sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I really wish I had a waiver or something for you to sign.”

You snapped your eyes up to meet hers instantly. “Is this you agreeing?” You asked hopefully, and Anne couldn’t say no to you. You were a good kid and you rarely asked for anything, and you were right; the spikes in the long run could potentially benefit you more than they could hurt you.

She let out another long sigh before speaking. “Yes.”

You threw your arms around her neck, and Anne chuckled softly before releasing you. She patted the edge of the operating table as a signal for you to hop on. “I don’t know how long alien spikes last before they die,” Anne started, pulling on a pair of reusable rubber gloves. “So let’s get started, shall we?”

You nodded instantly, tugging off your shirt and clambering onto the table. “Thank you, Anne. Thank you so much.”

Anne rolled her eyes, but there was fondness in the act. “You probably won’t be saying that when I’m putting alien parasites into your body, but I’m glad that you’re happy for the moment.” Anne tugged her hair into a quick, messy ponytail before grabbing the jar of spikes from a desk and placing them on the table next to you.

You gulped a little when you saw the way they wiggled and squirmed against the class, but when Anne asked you again if you were “One hundred percent sure that you wanted to go through with this?”, you responded immediately.

“Definitely.” You were pleased to find that your voice didn’t tremble, and you offered Anne a grin full of fake confidence. “Let’s get this over with.”


“Ow.” You grumbled almost an hour later. You carefully got to your feet with Anne’s assistance, and you were pleased when your legs didn’t buckle out from underneath you. You didn’t feel incredibly different, but you did feel a lingering tingle in the back of your mind that you thought had something to do with the spikes previously belonging to Ben.

“Thank you, Anne.” You said genuinely, hugging her tightly. “You’re the best.”

Anne mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Damn right”, and you thought she was going to say more before the door to the temporary medical center swung open, and both you and Anne blinked in surprise as Ben rushed into the room.

You pretended that the look of disappointment on his face didn’t sting.

“Sorry,” You commented, not all that apologetically. “You probably thought I was Maggie.” You slipped your shirt back on before bringing your gaze back to Ben’s face. “It’s just me.”

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, but he didn’t look so disappointed anymore. “What did you do?”

You shrugged noncommittally, bringing a hand to your neck and touching the spike you found there. You let out an inaudible gasp, the material felt weird and foreign underneath your fingertips, and pulled your hand away. You gave Anne a jerky wave and a small smile before gesturing for Ben to follow you out of the room.

He did as you asked, but you could feel Ben’s eyes on your neck the whole time you walked. You led him to a building that you thought was deserted and quirked an eyebrow at him lazily.

“Why’d you do that?” Ben asked, and you stiffened as Ben’s hand slipped past your neck to stroke the spike that was protruding out of your skin.

You put all your focus into ignoring that and Ben’s close proximity, trying to formulate a response. “You were sad when Maggie got them taken out. I know I’m not Maggie,” But god, sometimes you wished you were. Wished it was you Ben was in love and not her. “But you just seemed so heartbroken and so alone and I don’t know if this is even gonna help, but I wanted to try, you know? Thought it’d be worth a shot if it made you feel like you had a friend again.”

Ben’s lips tilted upwards at the edges in a small smile. “I never stopped feeling like I had a friend,” Ben pointed out, nudging you with his elbow. “It was more like a piece of my heart was ripped out.”

“Has that eased at all?” You questioned hopefully, because really you had done this to make him feel better.

“Actually, yeah.” Ben said, and even he sounded surprised. Ben wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you close enough to brush a kiss across your forehead (and you knew that it was meant to be nice and show you that you were his friend but it just made you want more). “Thank you.”

You coughed to ease the tremble that you knew would be in your voice. “Anytime, Benji.”


“Want to go for a run?” Ben asked, sidling up beside you. You were currently in the process of taking inventory of how much ammo the Second Mass had, but you were you could find someone else to do it.

“Sure.” You responded easily, and the smile alone on Ben’s face was worth making someone else do the job for you. “Give me a second so I can find someone to take over this?” You requested, and Ben nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You didn’t understand why he was so excited about a run, but it was nice to see him excited about anything, so you weren’t going to question it.

You found Matt quickly enough, and it wasn’t hard to convince him to do the inventory for you. With a hug, a promise of “I’ll give you a piggyback ride until I pass out when I get back”, and a ruffle of his hair, you and Ben were off.

You shifted your gun several times as you ran, the strap was biting uncomfortably into your skin, before Ben slipped the gun off your shoulder and slung it over his own.

“You don’t have to do that.” You tried to protest, frowning at him as you jogged alongside him.

“I know.” Ben said, and after a beat of silence, “I want to”.

And if your cheeks tinged a pale shade of pink at his words, well, that was definitely only because you were running and exerting yourself.


“So, why’d we run all the way here?” You asked curiously, taking a seat on a log to catch your breath. The spikes helped with your athleticism (which had been pretty much nonexistent before), but you were definitely not in as good of shape as Ben.

“Because we have some training to do.” Ben said, surprisingly chipper.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Training for what?” Ben pointed one of his thumbs at you, and you looked at him incredulously. “What do I need training for?”

“You’re stronger and faster now, but you need to know how to fight. Better than before. Once everyone else learns about your spikes, they’re going to expect you to stick with me. So you need to really know how to fight.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna train me, like, Mulan style? I’ll be able to defeat the Skitters after one song?”

Ben rolled his eyes at you, but you could the amusement dancing in the green orbs. “Probably not. I mean, I’ll do my best, but one song? That’s pushing it. We’re going to need a whole soundtrack.”

You stared at him for half a second before bursting into laughter. “I can’t believe you went along with that. You never go along with my jokes anymore.” He had when you first met, closer to the beginning of the invasion. You and Ben would always argue about whether comic books (you) or manga (Ben) were better, but he had gotten less and less joyful as the war had dragged on.

Ben shrugged, but you could see that he wanted to laugh too. “I’m trying something new.”

It felt like there was something else to that sentence that he wasn't mentioning, but you ignored it for the time being and climbed to your feet. You spread your feet a little bit and got into a defensive position. “Lesson number one,” You sang quietly, effectively erupting into another fit of laughter.

It took you a little over ten minutes to calm down, but during that time, you managed to make Ben laugh three times (three!!), so you figured the slight delay was worth it.


You were sitting on your bed in the room that the 14th Virginia had given you when you felt a wave of agonizing pain wash over you. You could feel, practically picture, that something bad was happening to Ben to make him feel such intense agony.

You stumbled to your feet, and you were so, so tempted to call out for Ben, but that was stupid and you knew better than that, so you remained silent as you let your spikes help lead you to wherever the hell Ben was.

They led you to a door, so you looked at it thoughtfully before jiggling it off (thank you, enhanced strength!!) and stepping into the room. You gritted your teeth when you saw Ben strapped down onto a table, the man from earlier that evening that had wanted to touch Ben’s spikes standing over him.

One of Ben’s spikes was already removed, and oh god, just looking at the wound made you feel sick.

“Hey, how’d you get in here?” The guy asked curiously, and without answering, you punched him square in the face. You could feel the bones in his nose shatter, and you smiled a little smugly as he fell to the ground. The man let out a harsh grunt of pain, and you climbed on top of him, keeping his body pinned to the floor.

“If you even think about touching him again, I’ll break a lot more than your nose.” You hissed. The man struggled underneath you, trying to get to his feet, so you cracked his head against the ground once, just hard enough to knock him out, and rose to your feet.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Ben, so broken and defenseless, and you trailed a finger along the missing spike. You could feel a dull ache along your own spine at the mere thought of your own spikes being removed, and you hastily shook your head and undid the straps holding Ben down.

He seemed to be mostly unconscious as you helped him into a sitting position, so you shook his shoulders lightly to wake him up. After nearly a minute of you shaking him and him barely stirring, you started to think that you might need a different plan of attack.

“Benjamin Mason, if you don’t wake up right now I swear I’ll-”

“What?” Ben teased, finally awake. “Kiss me?”

You nodded gravely. “If that’s what it would’ve taken.”

Ben pretended to be disappointed, shaking his head at himself. “I should’ve stayed asleep a little longer then.”

You rolled your eyes at him and helped him to his feet, helping him make his way around the body on the floor. You halted suddenly when you realized something. “Where are we supposed to go? They’re gonna find us and they’re going to hurt you more and,” Ben was surprised by the unshed tears he saw glistening in your eyes. “I don’t want them to hurt you anymore.”

“Hey,” Ben reassured, hooking a hand around your neck and sliding you forward so that he could land a kiss on your forehead. “We’re gonna be okay. They’re not gonna hurt me anymore, not when I have you around to protect me.”

You tried to let that be reassuring, and you almost started walking again when you remembered that Ben was without a shirt, and that that might be just a tad suspicious. You slipped off your hoodie, which you didn’t think was big enough for him, and tugged off your shirt as well, a loose-fitting scrap of black cloth that you hoped would fit Ben. You moved to hand it to him when you realized that Ben’s eyes were on your unclothed torso, and you rolled your eyes (he was a boy, and even if he didn’t see you that way, you were an attractive person and you appreciated that he seemed to think so too, at the very least).

You pushed the fabric into his hands and urged him to put it on, definitely not letting your eyes linger on his own bare stomach for longer than was probably necessary, sliding your hoodie back on. It covered your spikes, which was good, because you were pretty sure that it was the only reason no one had known that you had them too (if they had, you would’ve been strapped to a table with Ben, no doubt about it).

“So, where exactly are we supposed to go?” You whispered, Ben’s fingers warm against yours as he led you down a hallway.

He was silent for a moment, and you were starting to think that he hadn’t heard you when he murmured something you couldn’t make out and shoved you both into a nearby closet. The closet was smaller than either of you expected, so you were left pressed up against his chest, and Ben was forced to wrap his arms around your waist to steady himself.

You really hoped that he couldn’t feel just how fast your heartbeat was.

“Why are we in here?” You dared to ask after a moment of silence.

“Saw a soldier.” Ben whispered back. “Didn’t want to run into him.”

You nodded in understanding and moved closer to Ben without meaning to. In the process of doing so, you realized that Ben’s heartbeat was just as quick and unsteady as yours was.

You dragged your gaze up to meet his, and you were only a little surprised to find Ben already looking at you.

“Afraid of the soldier?” You spoke softly, and Ben shook his head.

“You?” Ben questioned back.

You shook your head too, and a gentle smile flickered onto Ben’s lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Ben asked, still taking care to keep his voice low because this wasn’t exactly the best time to be having this conversation.

You hesitated for a second. “Depends on if you’re still in love with Maggie.”

He shook his head instantly. “No.” Ben ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. “I’ve been over that for a while.”

“Thanks a lot for telling me.” You hissed, because fuck you Ben Mason, I’ve been waiting for you to get over her. Before Ben could protest or ask what exactly that meant, you were surging forwards and connecting your lips with his.

Your arms twisted around his neck as best as they could in the small space, and Ben’s arms tightened around your waist. You could feel Ben’s pulse fluttering underneath your fingertips, and it made you smile into the kiss because you were the cause of that. You did that to him.

You felt Ben smile into the kiss too, and you pressed your lips forward a little harder, a little more firmly, and you could hear your own pulse pounding in your ears. Ben’s teeth clacked against yours a couple of times, and your nose nudged uncomfortably against his, but even as Ben murmured apologies, you whispered reassurances.

“There’s no need to be sorry. It’s gonna take some practice, Benji.” You mumbled against his lips, and Ben made a grateful sound before bringing your lips back to his.

And you knew that when you went out of the closet, a soldier would end up finding you and you’d get thrown in the brig, but for the moment, you could pretend that you and Ben were just two teenagers sneaking around during school.

And since that scenario didn’t involve either of you getting tortured, you wanted to stay in the musty, crowed supply closet for as long as you could. So when Ben’s lips found yours for a third time, you didn’t protest. You went willingly, gladly taking whatever he was willing to give you.

(Who knew when the next time you’d get to kiss him would be? Certainly not you. You were going to take as long as you could to do it now, before it was too late.)

End.  <3

anonymous asked:

... Well... *Wasn't going to send a request* Since I came across that post and it says request are open... I'm not sure of what I should or shouldn't ask since I don't see a rules link or anything to make sure. I'm sorry in advance! A Prompto scenario with the reader finding his old glasses and trying them on. Please and super thank you.

The box is dusty and well worn, a plain beige thing with the corner card fraying and showing the white paper underneath.

It wasn’t hidden.

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Garrett and Marian Banters - Mark of the Assassin
  • Fenris: Manservant...
  • Isabela: Aw, Fenris got his feelings hurt
  • Tallis: It's just a cover
  • Fenris: I'd like to cover him with six feet
  • Marian: Seems a bit excessive. Where are you planning on getting all these extra feet? I'm not donating mine to the cause. Or are you hiding more on you, aside from the two attached to your legs?
  • Fenris: It seems that the last six years have not dulled your absurdity, Marian
  • ---
  • Marian: Remind me why we're /looking/ for the big scaly things that can kill us?
  • Garrett: You wanted to impress a cute elf
  • Tallis: You think I'm cute?
  • Fenris: *smugly* Unless you have suddenly taken to referring to yourself as 'he' and 'him', then I am afraid you are out of luck on that front
  • Garrett: They were /her/ words, not mine
  • Marian: What, she /is/ cute!
  • ---
  • Tallis: I told her not to touch it! What part of that didn't she understand?!
  • Garrett: You clearly don't know my sister. With her 'don't touch anything' means 'touch everything'
  • Tallis: But that makes no sense!
  • Garrett: You didn't grow up with her
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are you married?
  • Marian: Are you talking to me? Really?
  • Tallis: Well, it's just- You're the Champion of Kirkwall, or one of them anyway. Big. Important. I don't know... just wondering if there was a wife behind the throne?
  • Marian: *laughs uncontrollably* As if I'd be able to stand through the ceremony long enough!
  • Tallis: So the stories are true
  • Marian: Come on, I thought everyone and their grandma knew I have the attention span of a nug!
  • Tallis: I meant that you snort when you giggle
  • Isabela: Ooh, you got caught out Birdie!
  • Marian: Blast, my darkest secret revealed!
  • Garrett: That's nothing. When we were children, she used to- Hmph!
  • Marian: And that's enough out of you, little brother
  • ---
  • Tallis: So... you and Marian are together?
  • Isabela: Yep
  • Tallis: But you have no interest in marrying her?
  • Isabela: Why would I? I don't need a piece of paper to prove anything, and I hate being tied down
  • Tallis: And her flirting with me doesn't bother you? At all?
  • Isabela: So long as you ask nicely and promise not to steal her away, I'll share. There's a lot of Birdie to go around
  • Marian: Love ya Queenie
  • Isabela: *laughs* I love you too Birdie
  • ---
  • Marian and Garrett: What?
  • Tallis: You really are twins, aren't you?
  • Garrett: Is that why you were staring?
  • Marian: But we're identical in every way!
  • Isabela: Might want to look down Birdie, I think you've lost your beard
  • Marian: Blast, not again
  • Garrett: You can borrow mine if you like
  • Marian: What, and get Fenris cooties all over my face? No thanks
  • ---
  • Isabela: I heard something interesting the other night. About Castillion
  • Marian: You have pretty eyes
  • Isabela: Don't even try that on me Birdie. What did you and Fenris do?
  • Fenris: We did nothing. It was a complete accident
  • Marian: He ran into my knife
  • Isabela: Birdie, you didn't!
  • Fenris: *smugly* He ran into her knife ten times
  • ---
  • Marian: You've done something with your hair. It looks... different
  • Isabela: What? My hair always looks like this
  • Marian: No, it's usually sleeker... Straighter... Is that how it naturally looks?
  • Isabela: Ugh, Andraste's granny pants...
  • Marian: It looks gorgeous. You should leave it like that more often
  • Isabela: ...You think so?
  • Marian: Absolutely Queenie. I mean it
  • Isabela: Oh stop you, before I feel grateful enough to drag you into the bushes for some private time
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are /you/ married?
  • Garrett: Are you trying to see if I snort when I laugh too?
  • Tallis: *laughs* Damn he saw right through me. But... in all seriousness you /are/ one of the most important people in Kirkwall. Just curious
  • Garrett: Well, I'm not. Though I might have someone in mind
  • Tallis: So why are you not-?
  • Garrett: The situation in Kirkwall is precarious. There'll be time enough for that later, just... not now
  • ---
  • Tallis: So, you and Garrett?
  • Fenris: Must you poke your nose where it does not belong?
  • Tallis: I'm just curious
  • Fenris: Take your curiosity elsewhere. Our affairs are not yours
  • ---
  • Garrett: How do you stand it?
  • Marian: By putting it on its legs
  • Garrett: *groans* Not the table, I meant these parties. I just- ugh, how could you possibly enjoy it?
  • Marian: How could I enjoy fine clothes, free food and all the gossip in Thedas? How could you not?
  • Garrett: The free food is nice, I suppose
  • ---
  • Marian: Don't turn around
  • Garrett: Fifi De Launcet?
  • Marian: Dulci actually. She looks like she's itching to come here and complain about something. Maybe because you didn't shave?
  • Garrett: Ugh
  • ---
  • Marian: Ah wine, excellent. I need to be even more plastered than I thought before this is over
  • Garrett: Is there a reason you're taking /my/ wine glass?
  • Marian: Mine had an unfortunate encounter with Lady Thrennhold's dress. Took a mind of its own when she implied that someone needed to fix your 'unkempt appearance'
  • Garrett: What's unkempt about it?
  • Marian: Your hair mostly. Particularly the hair on your face
  • Garrett: We can't all compete with Duke Prosper over who has the most impressive facial hair
  • ---
  • Garrett: Avoid that Comte if you can; the old one sitting on that bench over there. He was saying some... rather unpleasant things earlier
  • Marian: Like what?
  • Garrett: Nothing too awful, but...
  • Marian: Gary...
  • Garrett: He was complaining about your... sense of humour
  • Marian: What's wrong with it?
  • Garrett: You really need to ask? Don't worry. I took care of it
  • Marian: What did you-?
  • Garrett: You'll see when he tries standing up
  • ---
  • Marian: I can't believe you
  • Garrett: Hm?
  • Marian: All these years, and I thought you had no sense of humour
  • Garrett: Ah, the Comte is having a little trouble with his breeches is he?
  • Marian: *laughs* The guards had to hold candles under the bench for a good ten minutes until the ice thawed. And the whole time he complained about the state of his privates. Seriously Gary, that was downright diabolical
  • Garrett: Anything for my big sister
  • ---
  • Marian: *sniggers* Knickers
  • Garrett: Making friends?
  • Marian: I already know most of the people here, but I only just wormed the knickers story out of Fifi de Launcet. Meanwhile, you seem to be acquainting yourself with the buffet
  • Garrett: It's one of the most interesting guests here that doesn't question our choices in lovers. But I did see someone interesting. Do you remember Sister Leliana?
  • Marian: From the Lothering Chantry, the one Carver fancied? Why are you...? /No/
  • Garrett: Just over there, in the pink dress. I almost didn't recognise her, but I'm sure it's the same Leliana
  • Marian: I didn't realise Chantry sisters attended high society parties
  • Garrett: What's more is that Tallis seemed to know her
  • Marian: I get the feeling that this is something we should keep our noses out of for once
  • Garrett: Agreed
  • ---
  • Marian: Leopold is going to be a wyvern with a very unhappy tummy
  • Garrett: Once you're done messing with the wyvern's lunch, can we move on before the cook realises you lied to her?
  • ---
  • Tallis: You know what you're doing. Who trained you?
  • Marian: My mother, believe it or not. Apparently you learn a few things about stealth when you sneak out to meet your apostate lover on a regular basis
  • Garrett: Wait, /mother/ taught you how to do this? Since when?
  • Marian: You had your training, I had mine
  • ---
  • Marian: *sigh* Why is it always the cute ones?
  • Isabela: Didn't you know? It's in the job description for being the backstabbing rogue
  • Marian: Well that explains a few things
  • ---
  • Garrett: More of these things?
  • Marian: You be careful brother dearest, else I'll think you're missing the Orlesians
  • Garrett: I think I'll take the nasty little gremlins thanks
  • Fenris: Is there a difference?
  • Isabela: *giggles* Ghast-hole
  • ---
  • Garrett: I get the feeling you wanting to help Tallis has less to do with protecting innocents and more to do with getting in her pants
  • Marian: *indignant gasp* How could you say such a thing? Do you really think I would be so selfish as to-?
  • Garrett: Yes
  • Isabela: Yes
  • Fenris: Yes
  • Marian: ...well okay maybe a little
  • Garrett: And you're okay with this Isabela?
  • Isabela: What? It's not like she didn't ask me first. Birdie might be a horny little shit, but she always makes sure I'm okay with it before she goes chasing after anyone
  • Marian: We do this thing called 'communicating.' You know, the thing you and Fenris recently learned how to do
  • Isabela: Only took you three years of blue balls to manage it
  • Garrett: Bela!
  • ---
  • Fenris: When you were speaking with Tallis about marriage... You said you had someone in mind
  • Garrett: I did
  • Fenris: And might I ask...?
  • Garrett: *sigh* Of course I meant you Fenris, why would I ever even entertain the idea of anyone else?
  • Fenris: ...Do you mean that? You would wish for us to marry?
  • Garrett: Yes, but only if that's what you want
  • Fenris: I ah... I merely thought that-
  • Garrett: Fenris, if I wasn't completely serious about us, about being with you, do you think I would have waited for three years?
  • Fenris: You make an excellent point. Perhaps we shall discuss it further later... Away from present company
  • Marian: Oh please don't stop on our account
  • Isabela: Keep going, I need to write this down. Varric will be green with envy that he missed /this/
  • Tallis: As romantic as this is, and as nice as the warm fuzzy feelings are, we do have to stop Salit. Like, right now

Title: Afford

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Ratings/Warnings: 18+ (NSFW)

Summary: “You are, after all, the one person I cannot afford to lose.” Maybe it was only because it could be their last night, but Fushimi allows it.

Notes: And one more for Reisaru Day~ Please enjoy the melancholy kinda depressing smut.

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Guilty Pleasure: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Details: Muggle-born female reader, a Draco that goes way off canon lmao whoops!!

Warnings: Bullying

(Just wanted to say thanks for all the likes and reblogs on my first post!! I appreciate it tremendously! Also thank you to everyone who decided to follow! I’m so grateful for you giving this new blog a chance, the positive feedback is something that I’m not used to! :’) hope you like this one!)

Originally posted by queerdraco

You were the nagging thought in the back of his mind before he went to sleep, the one that he tried to ignore and suppress. You were the repetitive pop song that he would never admit to enjoying. You were the sugary kids cereal that he still ate, regardless of how bad it was for him. You were the thing he knew he shouldn’t want, and yet his feelings betrayed him, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself he didn’t have feelings for you.

You were Draco’s guilty pleasure, and he hated it.

It wasn’t your house that bothered him, or the people you hung out with. It wasn’t your personality or your looks that made him question his attraction to you. Any of these things could never have bothered him as much as what did: you were a mudblood. 

He watched you delicately prepare your potion from across the room, laughing with your friend as you stirred the substance rhythmically. 

“She’s no different from any other mudblood, she’s got the same useless muggle parents and the same dirty blood running through her veins,” he told himself, glaring at the backside of your head. “You shouldn’t think of her as any different than Granger.

“What’s the mudblood done to get you so worked up now?” Crabbe asked, noticing the leer that Draco was sending your way.

“Hm? Oh, N-nothing,” he stammered, his face warming with embarrassment from being caught. “Just plaguing us with her presence, as usual.”

“Did you hear she got points taken from Slytherin this morning?”


“Pansy and some friends ganged up on her in the hallway,” he laughed at the memory, “had her cornered and everything. Just as Pansy was about to turn her into a rat Mcgonagall broke it up.” 

You turned around, overhearing the story and knowing that they were talking about you. You stayed silent as Draco met your eyes from across the classroom. His heart ached knowing that you had been put in such an awful position, but he quickly pushed the unwanted feeling aside.

“Being a rat would be a blessing compared to what she is now,” he sneered haughtily, his eyes not leaving yours as the insult left his mouth. 

Your jaw clenched in anger and tore your gaze away from his, turning around quickly to return to your potion. You wouldn’t sink to their level, and you certainly wouldn’t make an outburst in Snape’s class - you wouldn’t let yourself be the cause of point loss for your house. 

Draco regretted his comment as soon as he saw the pain on your face, and wished he could take it back. Crabbe, however, was snickering in admiration for his jab. 

As class ended, Draco watched as you went up to turn in your potion, only to be tripped by Millicent, who was still angry about the events of that morning. You dropped your potion, the jar breaking, allowing the purple liquid inside to leak onto the floor. Snape muttered something about a zero, causing your shoulders to crumple in disappointment. You thought you had done quite well on that potion, but now all your hard work was in a puddle at your feet. 

Other students shuffled past you as Snape handed you a rag, telling you to clean it up lest he be forced to take points away from your house. You told your friend to go on without you, and that you’d meet up with her later. She nodded, giving you a sympathetic look before exiting. 

Thinking you were now alone, you sighed heavily, looking down at the mess on the floor as sadness overtook you. It was hard to be strong against the harassment that you faced, but you did your best everyday. Pretending that their comments didn’t affect you; that their acts of public humiliation didn’t cause you to break down in the moments when you were by yourself.

You wiped at a tear angrily, not wanting to let them get to you. They were the ones who were awful, not you. You sighed heavily, banding down to clean up the potion.

“I-I’m sorry for what I said,” Draco said suddenly, causing you to stand up straight in startled surprise.

There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other; you weren’t sure what to say.  Your heart thumped in your chest from the shock of being caught in such a private moment. 

“Really?” you questioned, unsure if it was some sort of joke or not. 

Draco looked away from you, his cheeks burning, mind racing. 
“Of course,” he mumbled, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear. He hurried out of the room before you could reply, leaving you to clean up the potion and wonder what had caused him to apologize.


Draco was heavily embarrassed by his sudden declaration, and avoided looking at you for the rest of the day. You, on the other hand, were trying to catch his eye, curious as to why he said what he did. You glanced at him from across the Herbology greenhouse, for what was probably the tenth time since the lesson had started. 

“Keep staring at Malfoy like that and someone might think you’ve got a crush on him or something,” your friend joked, whispering quietly to you as she leaned over to cut open a leaf.

“What? No!” you protested, although a slight blush coated your cheeks. Draco was quite attractive, but you hadn’t let yourself appreciate it because of how awful he was to you. The recent apology made you begin to see him in a different light though, even if you would never admit it.

She shrugged, laughing. “Just a joke, no need to get so defensive.”

As class ended, your friend told you that she’d meet you in the Great Hall later since she needed to ask Professor Sprout a question. You told her you’d save her a seat and headed out of the greenhouse, into the spring weather. You breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the walk from the grounds into the castle - until you were knocked off your feet by a spell from Pansy Parkinson, that is.

“Nice shot,” Goyle praised her as you attempted to return to your feet. You were sent down again by Crabbe’s wand, and you blushed in embarrassment as some of your classmates walked by. 

“Nobody wants to help the mudblood,” Millicent laughed, sending a spell at you that launched you into the air. You were forced to follow every flick of her wand, your body being swung around like a rag doll, dangerously far from the ground.

“Let me down!” you ordered. You could feel your wand begin to slip out of your robes, and were worried what might become of it if your tormentors got it in their possession.

“Fine. As you wish,” Millicent called back, smirking as she stopped the spell, your body now falling quickly to the ground. You braced yourself for the impact, shutting your eyes tightly and wondering how many weeks you’d have to spend with Madam Pomfrey after this. 

Draco, however, who had been watching the scene unfold with a growing sense of dread, decided that he had finally seen enough.

“Arresto Momentum!” 

Your body slowed significantly. You floated to the ground like a leaf falling from a tree, landing gently on the grass. Standing above you was a breathless and worried looking Draco. Behind him, you could see the shocked and angry faces of his friends. 

Millicent was outraged. ”Malfoy?! What on Earth-”

“Don’t you think you’ve taken it too far?” he turned away from you, facing the group and yelled, causing her to take a step back. “Merlin’s sake, you could’ve killed her!”

“All the better,” Pansy sneered at you as you stood.

“Would you stop it! Stop saying things like that!” Draco demanded. “You’re no better than her! None of us are!”

“Draco, need I remind you that her parents are muggles? It’s unnatural, it’s dirty-”

“It’s nothing that should put her in danger at the hands of her own classmates. Look, I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if she’s muggle born,” he refrained from the harsh word of mudblood, “or if she’s got the purest blood in Hogwarts. It’s not right, treating someone like this.”

He had known it all along, really. But admiring you from afar, seeing you for who you were, it helped him come to his moment of true acceptance. He wasn’t sure how this would pan out - his parents would never approve of his outlook, not to mention his friends - but he had began to become more concerned with what was right rather than what was expected of him.

His friends looked at him with disbelief and Pansy stormied off furiously, the others following her shortly after. 

Draco turned to you, who had been watching him come to your defense - to the defense of all muggle borns - in admiration and disbelief. 

“They’ll come around, I’m sure,” he said, even though he wasn’t really sure at all.

“Thank you, Draco. That must’ve taken a lot of courage, standing up to all your friends like that.”

He smiled gently. “You shouldn’t thank me. Merlin knows I’ve done more than enough of my fair share of tormenting mud- er, muggle borns,” he stammered, knowing it would take some time before any of this felt normal.

“What’s past is past,” you shrugged. “And if your friends don’t come around, you can count on me to stick up for you. I owe you one.”

“Well, um, I don’t suppose you’d want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? If you really feel as though you owe me, I…well, that would make me quite happy.”

You grinned, feeling a blush creep onto your face as you nodded. “I think that would make me happy too.”

From a Distance

Pairing: Yakov x Nikolai(Granpa P, for those who didn’t know)

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Random Lyric Starters (Part Two)
  • "They don't want me to know."
  • "Lately I just wonder where you're at."
  • "You and I are young."
  • "The streets are talking."
  • "Don't outsmart your common sense."
  • "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
  • "You tell me I'm a wreck,"
  • "Now you're just a memory."
  • "She wants to make every stray a pet."
  • "Jesse's gettin' ready."
  • "I gave some guy my car."
  • "My kids think I'm a joke."
  • "Been my best friend since I was sixteen."
  • "I'm crazy for you."
  • "Break out your dancin' shoes."
  • "Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand."
  • "Every time I ran, I ran to you."
  • "I prayed real hard."
  • "Would you love me if I was crazy?"
  • "You got a big mouth, and you should've shut it."
  • "Just friends."
  • "I'll do anything that you want me to."
  • "We're just alike,"
  • "I miss you being here."
  • "We were seventeen and invincible,"
  • "I got a shiver down to the bone."
  • "I know your name."
  • "I just wanna blow your mind."
  • "You know I don't think before I talk when I got a good buzz."
  • "Please help me help my stupid self."
  • "There's no need to complicate it."
  • "I can't take another second of this god damn town."
  • "You can't say that I never tried."
  • "It'll only take a minute to tell you everything."
  • "Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt."
  • "We can stay this way forever,"
  • "I tried my best to care about you."
  • "If you wanna know what I'm made of, just look at my truck."
  • "I keep you in my heart, in my own way."
  • "I wish that I could press rewind somehow."
  • "She wants a cabin in the woods."
  • "Just breathe."
  • "I'm gonna hook up with your mom."
  • "I can't stand to hear her heartbreak."
  • "Can I marry you?"
  • "I'm 23 and invincible."
  • "I just wanna be alone with you."
  • "I still believe in you."
  • "Tequila makes me do dumb things."
  • "I knew this wouldn't last."
  • "I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore."
  • "I need a saving grace."
  • "You're all talk."
  • "This is what brothers are for."
  • "You're still here, and I'm still here."
  • "High school can be so rough, can be so mean."
  • "I blacked his eye the night after our daddy died."
  • "Have a nice life."
  • "I don't have to meet your mother."
  • "I miss our pillow fights."
  • "No matter what you'll never be alone."
  • "We're never gonna be as young as we are tonight."
  • "I meant it every time I said I loved you."
  • "Baby, come give me a kiss."
  • "I'm sorry if I upset you."
  • "That's all she wrote."
  • "I'm gonna put your shit out on the lawn."
  • "I feel a sin coming on."
  • "I've never seen a hearse with a trailer hitch."
  • "I don't have to take your heart."
  • "As long as I'm breathing I'll love you to death."
  • "If I told you I loved you, would it make you wanna stay?"
  • "Sister's got a boyfriend daddy doesn't like,"
  • "The highway don't know you're alive."
  • "We're really not that far apart."
  • "I couldn't do a damn thing."
  • "Now she's got a boyfriend, and I've got a rock band."
  • "You say that I'm a mess."
  • "Time is running out."
  • "Take me into your loving arms."
  • "I've been watchin' you."
  • "Guess nothing really ever goes the way it's planned"
  • "Hold onto your innocence."
  • "I can feel you breathe."
  • "I don't wanna wreck your Friday."
  • "You come back, ya hear?"
  • "At least I made you laugh."
  • "I can't live without you, baby."
  • "A little messed up but we're all alright."
  • "It started with a pointless argument."
  • "You know I say a lot of things when I've been drinking."
  • "We're up when the rooster crows."
  • "I'd sell my soul just to see your face."
  • "Everything was gonna be alright"
  • "Everybody in here knows your name."
  • "I was just too far gone and all alone."
  • "I know I wasn't fair."
  • "There were so many things I wanted to say."
  • "I've taken a ride in the devil's Cadillac."
  • "I guess you never knew me at all."
  • "Tomorrow we'll do it all over again."
  • "Do you think of me at night?"
  • "It's always been you."
  • "I wanna do everything you do."
  • "When it's all said and done you can walk instead of run."
  • "I don't wanna change your mind."
  • "I just don't get it."
  • "I was a little out of my mind."
  • "I still wish we could've made it right."
  • "I just wanna take your time."
  • "We don't have anywhere to go but up."
  • "At least I could be honest about that."
  • "We all know why we're here."