i wonder if he was delighted right then

i went to see a stage version of beauty and the beast last night, and it was super delightful, but it also reminded me of why the pacing in musicals often drives me crazy. everything happens way too fast!!!

like, somehow “something there” was sung right after the beast rescued belle from the wolves, which, let us remember, is ON THE FIRST NIGHT THEY MET

and when belle was singing, “i wonder why i didn’t see it there before,” i was just like, “GIRL, IT’S BECAUSE LIKE THREE HOURS AGO HE WAS LITERALLY IMPRISONING YOU FOR LIFE; NO ONE CAN BLAME YOU FOR NOT SEEING IT THERE DURING THAT PARTICULAR INCIDENT”

This is honestly my favorite page in this whole book, let alone the whole series, so let me break down the various reasons why:

1. Peeves and Lupin clearly already knew each other. This page is your first hint that Remus Lupin may have been a bit of a trouble maker. Peeves already has a song and nicknames for him, and Lupin isn’t a bit surprised.

2. “Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers.” This reminds me of the way Fred and George relate to each other, or to Ginny. Its no surprise that F and G are the closest of the Weasleys, and what good friends they are with Ginny. They offered to send her a toilet seat, they are constantly pranking one another. They don’t show each other respect in the way they would a teacher per say, but respect between pranksters also includes some pranking and teasing among each other right?

This page is your first hint at the relationship between the Marauders and Peeves, and it delights me. Look at instances later of the way Peeves and the twins relate. Its similar.

3. Its like this scene is almost a test from Peeves to Lupin - is Lupin the same as the pranking teenager Peeves once new, or did he grow up?

4. And his answer is in that wonderful spell of Lupin’s. I cannot believe that this teacher, at his first lesson with these students, forcibly shoved a piece of chewing gum up Peeves’ nose. Lupin is clearly not the straight-laced, “play by the rules” type we in this fandom like to characterize him as.

5. Also, what better way to relate to and get on your students good side than to one-up the school poltergeist? Especially when your class is full of thirteen year olds.

6. REMUS. ALREADY. KNEW. DEAN’S. NAME. At this point, Lupin had not yet had a class with the Gryffindor third years. And, with seven years worth of classes times four houses - thats 28 classes worth of students whose names he had to learn. There is no reason he should already know the names of his new students - and yet he does.

And not like it’s Harry’s name either - Dean Thomas is kind of a nobody at this point, but Remus Lupin made it a point to KNOW HIS STUDENT’S NAME BEFORE HE HAD HIM IN CLASS.

7. This whole scene is a DIRECT CONTRAST to the scene before, in Snape’s class. In Snape’s class, we see him play favorites, we see him insult his students, we see him attempt to poison a child’s pet. Here, already, and we’re not even in class, we see Lupin relate to his students, treat them with respect and dignity (on the previous page he says, “Would you please put all your books back in your bags” - he uses “please” and other words that indicate respect). And we see him bother to learn his students names.

Remus John Lupin should’ve been a professor, alright? He should’ve. He’s so good at it. I love him. I love this page. I love POA.

LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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Room 316

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut

reader/s.coups

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Your heels clicked against the tile, a rhythmic tap tap tap as you confidently strutted your way down to the hospital room that the kind secretary up front directed you towards.

Room 316

A deep sigh left your mouth and you took a brief moment to swipe your bangs out of your face and smooth down your ensemble, a black pencil skirt paired with a loose dotted blouse and tied together with matching pumps. Professional yet alluring, a style you wanted to convey since you were the head assistant for the Diamandis Corporation’s CEO; a business that focused solely on precious gems and jewels to be put inside expensive sets of jewelry.

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~Lucky Charm~ (here we go again...)


Graves could smell the call of his blood before the boy’s innocence, as he was flat beneath his ford, the only thing that looked as old as he felt most days, and he shifted slightly, emerging out into the dusk of the evening, to find the boy from next door staring at him from behind the fence, white and picket of course.

“Hello little one… are you lost?”

“No sir. M’not supposed to speak to you. But I wondered what you were doing.”

Graves sat up and leaned back against the fender, twirling the wrench in his free hand,

“Just some repairs. Why aren’t you supposed to talk to me?”

Besides the obvious.

“You’re a stranger. Ma says strangers are evil, if they don’t attend church, and I’ve never seen you at Sunday worship.”

Graves smiled, and his mind raced.

What an odd world view to have, and to impose it on such a child?

“You’d be right about that, I don’t go to church. But I’m hardly a stranger if you tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine?”

The boy blinked, and then nodded.

Graves hadn’t stepped foot inside a church, or been able to, in almost three centuries, but when he got to his feet and walked over to the dark haired and pale skinned being draped over the fence, he wondered maybe if he’d done something right in a past life to be gifted with such an angel.

“I’m Credence, sir.”

Graves took his hand, and shook it, gentle, feeling every individual bone shifting beneath his soft skin, and the warmth of his blood almost sang to him.

“Graves.  No need for ‘sirs’ around here. Delighted to meet you Credence.”

The boy gulped and stared as he held his hand a bit longer than was probably typical, before dropping it and moving back towards the car.

He smelled intoxicating.

“I better get back.”

“Sure thing. You run along now little one, take care of yourself.”

He could still smell fresh blood, but he couldn’t see any visible injuries on the boy, it struck a chord with Graves, giving him a rare pang of curious sympathy.

As the boy vanished back inside his own house, Graves stared after him, wondering why he hadn’t noticed him before.


its a mashup(i borrowed elements) of that American Beauty AU prompt and more vampire!daddy Graves because i wanted it ok??????

They say that the world was built for two

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 7; Flowers

pairing: terumob

Story tag

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To Reigen’s credit, when he opens his front door late on a Tuesday night, to be met with a disheveled and mildly-hysterical teenage esper – whose brilliant idea of a polite greeting is “Please I need your help I am losing my mind” – he doesn’t so much as bat an eye.

“It was only a matter of time at this point,” he says blandly, and stands back to let Teruki inside.

And now they’re sitting on the sofa and the armchair respectively; Teruki curls his fingers around his usual mug, breathing in the steam and the scent of sweet cocoa as it drifts up to him (and it’s amazing, he’s never had a usual anything at someone else’s home before). It’s calming, more calming than a warm drink and familiar cup have any right to be, and after he’s managed a few sips and a few deep breaths, Teruki no longer feels like he’s on the verge of drowning. 

Reigen is waiting patiently for him to sort himself out, but surely that won’t last much longer. “I’m very sorry for showing up like this,” he begins with, hesitantly lifting his eyes. 

Reigen raises a brow and gestures with his own mug for Teruki to get on with it already. Okay. Fair enough. He’s danced around the subject long enough.

Carefully setting his hot chocolate on the coffee table, Teruki folds his hands together on top of carefully crossed knees, and says, as painstakingly as he had rehearsed a hundred times, “I have feelings for – for your student. For Shigeo.”

The words take a weight off his chest as he parts with them.

It feels better than he thought it would. To say it out loud, where someone else can hear. 

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I Roll, and I Roll, 'til I Change my Luck

Title: I Roll, and I Roll, ‘til I Change my Luck
Author: anonymous  
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,600 Approx.  
Summary: “Vegas isn’t too bad,” Theo grinned, “if you use magic to win.”
“This should be fun, Potter,” Draco murmured, leaning his head close to Harry’s ear right as Harry took a gulp from his pint. Harry could feel the heat from his lips, and he wondered how much warmer it would feel with Draco’s lips against his ears, his neck…
In this story, Harry, Draco, and their motley crew of Slytherins and Gryffindors, take on Las Vegas.


This fic is such a delight. As the summary says, a group of Sltyerhins and Gryffindors go to Las Vegas for Blaise’s stag party, which in itself is awesome, but then there’s Harry and Draco who have been flirting for absolute ages, so they get drunk and—yes, they get married! \o/ That’s all I’m going to say as to not spoil the rest, but trust me, it’s brilliant. :D 

Puppet

A while ago I wrote a post called “obedience vs control”, where I described the difference between simply following instructions and actually feeling like someone else was in control. It’s the most popular post on my blog to date and while that might just be because I was talking about masturbating in the shower, I like to think it’s because people liked reading about that unique sensation of control and the way I responded to it. 

A similar kind of thing happened to me today. The lovely @thegreato95 was playing with me and he gave me a freeze trigger. Pretty standard stuff, it makes me stop moving until he decides to unfreeze me, and I remain awake and aware the whole time. And the trigger works very nicely, he’s hypnotised me once or twice before and I’d just listened to a fractionation file of his so I was quite suggestible. When he uses the trigger, my entire body just stops and I feel like I wouldn’t even know how to move if I wanted to, I’m just left stuck in whatever position I was in when he triggered me and all I can really do is look at the screen and wait to be told to move again. The trigger doesn’t do anything to my concious mind, but the situation leaves me feeling naturally quite helpless. Which is delightful! And it was wonderful to be teased by him while he had me frozen.

But that’s nothing out of the ordinary, right? I’ve had freeze triggers in the past that have felt pretty much the same as that. The “OMG” moment happened when he used the trigger and then told me to move my hands. Nothing changed in my mind, I had no desire to obey him or anything - he hasn’t trained me like that. And if he’d asked me if I could move them I would have been adamant that it would be impossible, I was concrete! But the instant he told me to move my hands, they were moving, held out in front of me and circling around exactly as he had instructed. Their movement had nothing to do with me, as far as I could tell. I could see them moving, I could feel them moving, I knew why they were moving but they were moving completely independently to my brain. I wanted to laugh but it’s not easy when your face is frozen!

The very first thought I had when my body moved for him then was “oh my god, I’m his puppet”. Because that’s exactly what the sensation was - I had no control of my body, he controlled it completely. My body listened to him before it listened to me now. He was pulling my strings and all I could do about it was watch, able to think about what was happening but unable to say or do anything about it until he unfroze me. 

So again, this is one of those moments when I could quite easily differentiate between obedience - just doing as I’m told - and control - having absolutely zero say in the matter. I cannot express how much I utterly adore that feeling <3

some mushy crewt first kisses

cus i’m a massive sook and i can’t decide definitively what it would be like, so you get several 

- something wonderful has just happened, something big and exciting; maybe a near-extinct species just pulled itself back from the brink. maybe a sick creature made a miraculous recovery. whatever it is, newt is overjoyed, his face lit up like a christmas tree – he spins credence by the shoulders, crowing with delight, look! we did it! and then in a flurry of excitement, without really meaning to, newt kisses him. just grabs him and kisses him right on the mouth. 

for several seconds afterwards they’re both stunned. newt really hadn’t meant to, he’d been so careful not to do anything he didn’t think credence would want, not to push him beyond his comfort zone and he hadn’t even considered whether he’d look at him in that way, and he might have just cocked up quite spectacularly, and he starts to apologise – “credence, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to, i would never put you in that position-” – but credence is looking at him as if he’s just seen starlight for the first time. eyes wide and shining. that feeling of oh. there you are. and credence says, “do it again.” and he does.

- they’re standing face to face – quite close, as they often are these days, without quite being conscious of it. newt is tending to credence in some way; wrapping a scarf about his neck, or healing a scrape on his cheek he got while feeding the baby erumpents, or perhaps wandering too close to the occamy nest. credence is just watching him – it’s quiet, but comfortably.

“mr scamander?” he says, very soft, even though newt has told him a hundred times to call him newt. 

“hmm,” says newt.

“newt?” says credence. 

newt looks up, questioningly, and credence kisses him on the mouth, just like that. a soft, quick little peck. it leaves newt with this look of startled delight, but he doesn’t say anything, and that makes credence nervous, and he stutters, “w-was that alright?” 

and newt takes his face in his hands, and leans in so close they’re nose-to-nose. “of course it was,” he says, combing his fingers into credence’s hair at the back. “in fact,” he continues, softly, “you could do it again, if you like.” 

credence does. 

bonus:

- newt kissing the palms of credence’s hands

- credence panicking thinking he’s fucked something up & automatically holding his hand out to be punished & newt taking it and just kissing it instead 

- credence giving newt shy little cheek kisses to say “thank you” or “good morning” or “i missed you” or just because he can

- when credence gets kissed he goes pink and ducks his head and bites his lips; when newt gets kissed he goes bright red and gets awfully flustered and loses his whole train of thought and does a lot of blinking and “oh um gosh goodness erm where was i again” 

- i need to end this post now it’s running away with me i’m sorry 

Not That Bad

by varelsen

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Rating: M for smut

Genre: College AU with a hint of coffee shop AU, and heaps and heaps of fluff

Chapters: 12/12 {complete!}

Word Count: ~68000

Summary:

“Am I really going to have to explain this to you?”

“No, I’m totally fine with you shutting up right about now.”

Hunk cups his hands around his mouth. “You. Are crushing. On Keith.”

Or, a college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.

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Excerpt:

“Well, I guess, um, I was just wondering if it … what it meant. Not that I’m saying it had to mean anything! I just … I … well, you know.”

Oh god. What should he do?

“I just …” Keith’s throat is parched. “I wanted to. Kiss you. I guess.”

He is going to melt and be absorbed into the ground. What a dumb fucking thing to say! Although, he supposes, it is more or less the truth.

“Oh.” Was that … did Lance’s voice crack a little? “Uh …” And then Lance is turning to him, and his eyes are very wide, and he’s blurting, “Would you do it again?”

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Risky Behavior

Y’all, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NSFW. THIS IS SMUT. SEX ON A PAGE. Okay, you’ve been warned. This is written as a thank you for 1,000 followers! I’m so happy that all of you have deigned to entertain my crazy ideas, and my rants, and all of the multiple fandoms I’m involved in. I don’t ge t to talk to you guys a lot, because sometimes I feel like it would be a little weird if I tried to insert myself in conversations, and also because I admire you all so much AND i’M SHY, but please know I admire you greatly from afar. That being said, I’m always open to conversation, because I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL. SO THANK YOU AND ENJOY FEYSAND SEX. (aLSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME i need to be more social this year)

I’m bored.

I scowled at the note that had appeared on the piece of toast I was about to eat. I had nearly eaten the paper, and I knew Rhys knew this, because I could feel laughter flicker down our bond. I dropped the toast back on the plate and plucked the note back up, casting a wary glance over my shoulder before answering him.

I’m sorry.

I watched the note disappear and then finally took a bite of my toast, the butter simple and bland, like everything I ate in the Spring Court. I’d been eating more food than I was the last time I was here, evidently to Tamlin’s chagrin, because the servants started putting less and less on my plate.

I couldn’t say I’d ever been more insulted in my life.

Or hungry.

Go do something fun to Tamlin. All of this sitting and waiting for the ‘opportune moment’ as Mor keeps saying, is driving me out of my mind.

I rolled my eyes and took a small sip of my tea—jasmine, my only comfort from home. From the Night Court. If he wanted fun, I could give him fun. Just, maybe not his idea of fun.

Calanmai is coming up. Maybe I could—

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Milestones

You, Spencer’s wife, stop in to the BAU office with your son for a quick doting visit, much to the delight of his coworkers!

A\N: the son’s name is Maximilian, meaning “greatest”, because in my opinion of course Spencer would name any offspring of his with high praise in mind.

There’s now a part 2!

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It was nearly sunset when you found a parking spot right next to the federal building but the toddler bouncing in the back seat was far from ready for bedtime. You hummed a lively tune and slipped the boy a quick kiss as you got him out of the car and traipsed into the building, diaper bag and juice boxes left strewn in the front seat.

“Mama, go!”

“I know, baby,” you replied with a smile as you steered him toward the front desk, “we’re going!”

You checked in and snapped a visitor badge to the front of your shirt and one to the back of little Max’s and he bid an excited goodbye to the secretary before the both of you headed for the elevator. The pattering of his feet came to a stop as the doors slid shut and he looked up expectantly at you, a look you loved and knew well and that was quite reminiscent of his father.

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D.Va was sitting with Jack on one partially crushed table, frowning at the holographic map in the middle.

It was a surprise that the map was still active—it had been ages since the battle that had left Reinhardt a wreck in the middle of the omnic war once he’d heard of it—but Jack figured that it was solar powered like just about anything lately and luck had it that there were no leaves covering the sensors.

“This was their battle plan?” D.Va breaks the silence with a small scoff, not loud enough to attract Reinhardt attention, but loud enough for Jack. “No wonder they were overrun…”

"I wouldn’t mention that to Reinhardt,” jack replied, watching as she jerked her head up like she forgot that he was sitting at the table with her. “But you’re right. They left their entire left side open to a counter attack.”

A slow grin overtook her face, and D.Va nearly crowed in delight. “That’s the longest sentence you’ve said to me so far! And I know—if they’d only pushed from here, maybe they would have had a chance.”

By the time Tracer returned with confirmation that Talon was there, Jack had found a piece of paper and was drawing up a mock-solution to the Eichenwald siege with D.Va.

"D.Va! We have Talon activity moving towards the castle. What do you want to do?”

Reinhardt and Torbjorn moved to the back, by Lucio, to get Reinhardt equipped in his gear as D.Va thought. It still amazed Jack that someone so young outranked all of them—Reinhardt and Torbjorn were officially retired, Jack was technically dead, Lucio was a civilian, and Tracer had never held an official rank in Overwatch—and was technically their commander at the moment.

Looking down at the paper between them, the paper that he folded up and shoved in a pocket as D.Va began to outline a plan of attack, Jack found he didn’t mind so much.

Make Me Cry//(N.M)

(Pretend you wrote the lyrics Make Me Cry by: Noah Cyrus. And are famous singer preforming the song. Song is on the top so you can listen to it when the time comes) P.S. Sorry for any spelling mistakes you may find in this imagine, ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Y/N’s POV* I cry myself to sleep every time I get in to a fight with my boyfriend. The one and only Nate Maloley. Rapper. Every since he had his big break through in the music industry less time there is for me. I helped him in some ways singing as I was a singer in the music industry. 3 years we’ve been together. I feel like I’m letting myself break by being with him. I wrote a song along with the Labrinth. Interviews are being set up by our managers to promote the new music festival in L.A. Our new song will be preformed there before being released anywhere else. We’ve teased a few photos of us in the studio. We’ve become great friends and that was part of why me and Mate got in a fight. Working with a male singer in my songs is always important. It brings another perspective into my music and the message I hope to get across. *Late Late show with James Gordon interview* I’m nervous, for this song it could be a major success or a total failure. Labrinth is watching the screens back stage. I take deep breaths as I hear James introduce us. “Today we have a two special guests. Y/N is releasing  her newest album ‘Strength’ at the Inspiring Music Festival. Her last to albums 'Devotions’ and 'Ivory’ have made it platinum. All topping in the charts in few hours. Her music staying at number 1 for weeks. Let’s give it up for Y/N and her collab partner Labrinth” James announces. We walk on stage with smiles waving to the crowd. I shake James hand and give him a hug. Labrinth does the same as we take a seat next to James. “How are you to doing?” He asks us. “We are doing great” I reply. “So you guys have been collabing a lot for your last few albums?” “Yes, we have Y/N is a wonderful person to work with. Always a delight to have in the studio” Labrinth says as I smile. “What I’m hearing is chemistry is being made in the studio, right? Y/N” James says laughing and gazing between Labrinth and I. We both look at a each other and laugh. “No, just great friends working together.” I respond back the interview continues for a while. “Well it is always great talking to you both. Can’t wait for tomorrow when the song releases. You guys are even keeping the title a secret why?” “Adds more to the mystery, right?” I ask the crowd who in turn clap. The interview ends right after that. Labrinth and I head to our perspective hotel rooms and get a nice sleep before tomorrow. *tomrrow* I wake up and rush downstairs to the lobby where Labrinth is at already. We get into the car driving us to the festival. We are ushered into a building where I will have make up done and changed into an outfit. “Now we have the collar of the year once again. Performing their new song, here is Y/N and Labrinth” one of the girls says. The crowd claps and shouts as walk onto the stage. “How’s every one doing today?” We day into our microphones. We receive responses a varying from excitement to positive shouts. “Well today we will be preforming a new song not out yet. Make Me Cry” I say and get put the microphone into the stand. The music starts indicating my versus is up next. I take a deep breath before starting. (Play song) (Y/N) I never needed you like I do right now I never needed you like I do right now (Labrinth) I never hated you like I do right now (Both Y/N and Labrinth) 'Cause all you ever do is make me… (Y/N) Gave you up 'bout 21 times (Labrinth) Felt those lips, tell me 21 lies, yeah (Y/N) You’ll be the death of me (Labrinth) Sage advice (Both Y/N and Labrinth) Love-lovin’ you could make Jesus cry (Y/N) When I hear you’re sayin’ “Darling, Your kiss is like an antidote.” (Labrinth) I’m fightin’ like I’m Ali, But you got me on the ropes (Both Y/N and Labrinth) I never needed you like I do right now I never needed you like I do right now I never hated you like I do right now 'Cause all you ever do is make me… (Y/N) Couldn’t hear the thunder (Both Y/n and Labrinth) But I heard your heart race (Y/N) Couldn’t see the rain (Labrinth) We’re too busy makin’ hurricanes, yeah (Y/N) Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way (Both Y/N and Labrinth) But it gets hard, when you ain’t here makin’ me crazy (Labrinth) Baby, say the word, darlin’ You know just how to hold the sucker down (Y/N) So I see you in the morning I can’t watch you walk out (Both Y/N and Labrinth) I never needed you like I do right now I never needed you like I do right now I never hated you like I do right now 'Cause all you ever do is make me… (Labrinth) Cry (Both Y/N and Labrinth) Cry Cry (Y/N) Hear the thunder See the rain (Labrinth) Yeah (Y/N) Keep on makin’ me cry (Labrinth) Yeah (Y/N) Hey, hey, yeah (Labrinth) Keep makin’ me scream and holler (Y/N) Keep on makin’ me cry (Labrinth) You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me (Both Y/N and Labrinth) Hey, hey, yeah Yeah (Both Y/N and Labrinth) I never needed you like I do right now I never needed you like I do right now I never hated you like I do right now 'Cause all you ever do is make me By the end of the performance I’m crying. We hug and thank the crowd. I scan the crowd and see some people crying. I walk back stage and see Nate standing there with his friends. Johnson, Swazz, Gilinsky, Kyle Massey, Hayes and Nash Grier, and Sammy. I say hi to all of them before I get to Nate. “I love that song, baby, I’m sorry for overreacting” Nate tells me giving a hug and peck on the lips. He smells like Chanel perfume. Something that I don’t use. His shirt is wrinkled, hair is messy, and a prominent hickey on his neck. I push him away as tears fall down my face. “Where were you?” I ask already knowing the dreadful answer. “Getting ready to see you perform” he says rolling his eyes like he does when I ask him this. “Sure, because you didn’t clean up to well after you spent the night with another girl” I tell him as the boys get quiet and hear our conversation. “What are you talking about?” He says “Your shirt has wrinkles and for a matter of fact that’s the one you wore yesterday when you dropped me off at my interview. The same one you said you couldn’t attend because you were to busy. Now I know busy means sleeping with another girl another one night stand for you” I tell the boys have wide eyes right now. Nate stares at me speechless. “Y/N…, baby,” he starts but I don’t let him finish. “I’m done crying over a cheater. I found out months ago, but I wanted you to stop. I didn’t want to believe you were going back to your old habits. 3 years of my life down the drain over an asshole like you” I finish off and feel a presence behind which I learn that it is Labrinth. “Don’t say that.” He tells me a tear falling from his eyes. “Say what it’s the truth I could have spared myself the heart break along time ago. I’m done letting you make me cry. Good bye Nate” I tell as I walk away and Labrinth stays behind making sure he doesn’t follow me. “Oh and 'Make Me Cry’ is about you and all the times you came home late smelling like another girl” I yell at him while walking into the arms of my manager. She is like a second mom to me. I have told her what’s been happening and she hates Nate’s for making me cry. In the distance I hear the boys telling Nate off. I hear him repeat the words 'I know’ and 'I screwed up’ at least he takes fault for his actions. He made me cry and I’m done crying.

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getawaymuggle  asked:

Can I have 12 with Fred Weasley please?

It always comes down to this with him jfc someone stop me

Fred Weasley x Reader Drabble:

A heart shattering scream pierced the air, mingling with the sounds of battle. You dropped to your knees, not caring about the danger you were putting yourself in by being so vulnerable. Fred looked up at you, trying his hardest to smile at you as he coughed up a bit of blood. 

“What’s the matter stardust?” he asked, coughing slightly as he used his favorite nickname for you. You watched your own tear hit his cheek, mingling with the dirt there. 

“Shh don’t talk let me fix this,” you commanded, trying spell after spell to heal the sectum sempra attack. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, his hand holding yours loosely. 

“C’mon goddammit work, something anything please,” you begged as every single spell failed. Your wand shook in your hand, making it nearly impossible to cast anything properly.

“Look at me, I love you,” he fought to get his words out, each breath becoming shallower by the second. 

“I love you  I love you I love you stay with me, just stay,” you sobbed, dropping your wand and cupping his face gently, brushing your thumb across his jaw.

“Don’t give up on yourself, promise me,” he said, his chest rising and falling violently as he spoke.

You’re the only reason I still fight,” you sniffed, pulling him as close to you as you could without hurting him more.

He went to say something else, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Your eyes widened as you lifted his torso slightly, trying to shake him awake. His head dropped to the side, another scream falling from your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him as tightly in your arms as you could. You cried while you held him, the battle raging on around you. You knew at any moment someone could kill you, but you didn’t care. Not anymore. You gave up. That’s when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy stardust,” he smiled weakly, leaning forward to kiss you gently.

“Fred! Y/N!” George yelled, running towards the two of you, as soon as he say the state Fred was in he had cast the correct spell and was shoving the two of you to your feet. “Get out of here, now!”


You laid back against the couch, a small smile on your lips as you watched Fred shoot little smoke dragons and pixies out of his wand, your one year old daughter squealing in delight. He sent you a wink, making a mermaid the next time. Your daughter reached out, letting out a sound of wonder as the mermaid ‘swam’ around her outstretch hand.

“Come on Allura, it’s time for bed, tell daddy night night,” you said, picking her up from her spot on the floor. 

“Goodnight princess Allura,” Fred bowed deeply, smiling up at the two of you.

“Night Daddy!” Allura giggled, making grabby hands for him. 

“Looks like the princess wants your help Sir knight,” you teased, laughing softly as your daughter agreed loudly.

“I think you may be right my queen, shall we?” 

This is so rushed and short, but I couldn’t get @aina-p​‘s adorable AU picture out of my head. It’s so cute, and I would love to expand this into a multi-chap (or read a multichap of it someone else writes) given the time. It’s such a cute idea, I just had to get this down while my excitement was at its peak!

The scratched up ice stung Victor’s hands as he threw himself down for what must have been the fourth time in the past half hour. For a second as he sat there on the freezing ground, he questioned how things had gotten to the point where he, world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, was taking fall after fall in a rink.

“Are you okay?”

Ah, right. It was because of him.

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anonymous asked:

Chocobros are dropping hints to their crush by asking them if they're interested in anyone. Crush jokingly says "I dunno Ravus/Nyx/Aranea (or whomever you'd like) is kinda hot." How'd the chocobros react and would they pick up on the joke or be genuinely worried? Thanks and your fics have been a delight!

HI NONNY! This took quite a while for me to write because I was trying to frame the situation right(???). Hope you like it! ❤️❤️

When Noctis asks you who you’re interested in and you tell him “Ravus is kinda hot” (despite it being in a joking manner) he’d be genuinely worried and maybe wondering why you have a crush on a walking barbie doll. Ravus was a good guy and all that, maybe except for the part where he hated Noctis’ guts and maybe hated Noctis and his father all around.

Prompto would try to casually ask you who you’re interested in and when you jokingly say “I really have a thing for Cor.” He’d feel incredibly insecure, he’d start thinking about how he could ever match up to someone so skilled in battle that it even got him a SUPER COOL NICKNAME. The rest of the week you notice that Prompto’s extra show-offy and that’s when you realize that your comment probably got to him.

“Aranea’s pretty hot.” You quip to Gladio, to which he replies, “Tell me about it.” Gladio’s always had a knack to sense jokes a mile away, the great thing about him is that he knows when he should get on the joke and what he should say too; so when you tell him about Aranea he jumps right into the joke.

Iggy would try to ask you who you like as formally as possible while you help him prepare breakfast. When you jokingly say “Nyx is pretty hot.” Ignis wouldn’t know if you’re joking or not because he’s jealous but he doesn’t want to be rude or stand-offish with regards to his reply, but ultimately he just rolls with it as a joke and even adds his own brand of sarcasm into it.

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I’m nipping under the wire with a small offering for River/Doctor day :)

“I don’t see why we couldn’t have just used the Tardis,” the Doctor complained, angrily flipping his hair out of his eyes. “We could have gone to the height of Artatraxil’s golden age, if you’re so curious about it. I took Amy there once, as a matter of fact. Why do we have to dig?”

At a different time—perhaps even earlier that day—River might have waxed eloquent regarding the value of hard work, the thrill of discovery, the need for grounding and permanence, and so on. Now, she just shot him a glare. “I seem to remember you asking that five minutes ago. You—” she poked him in the chest—"need to be more patient, sweetie. Maybe this will teach you.“

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