i'll probably notice things about this that i hate tomorrow but for now

They say that the world was built for two

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 7; Flowers

pairing: terumob

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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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Hamilton Characters as HSM lyrics
  • Alexander Hamilton: I'm not gonna stop/not gonna stop til I get my shot/that's who I am that's my plan you can bet on it you can
  • Eliza Schuyler Hamilton: I swore I knew the melody that I heard you singin.../But then you went and changed the words
  • Aaron Burr: Times Square, jet setter, sequels pay better/New York today, tomorrow the world
  • Angelica Schuyler Church: You're on my mind you're in my heart/it doesn't matter where we are/It'll be alright/Even if we're miles apart.
  • John Laurens: Fabulous hair, fabulous style, fabulous eyes and that fabulous smile!
  • Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette: When it's time to win we do it/number one and we proved it
  • Hercules Mulligan: Kicking and scratching/Grinding out my best/anything it takes to climb the ladder of success
  • George Washington: This is the last chance to make our mark/history will know who we are/This is the last game so make it count it's/now or never
  • Peggy Schuyler: she looks so good yeah/guess you never really noticed but you probably should
  • King George III: But what about us? What about everything we've been through...
  • Samuel Seabury: Noooo no no no/stick to the stuff you know/it is better by far to keep things as they are/don't mess with the flow no no/stick to the status quo
  • Thomas Jefferson and James Madison: The boys are back/gonna do it again/gonna wake up the neighborhood
  • Maria Reynolds: I'm confused by the sound/is it her? is it love? Can the music ever be enough?
  • Philip Hamilton: Don't be afraid/afraid to fall/you know I'll catch you through it all
In a Name: Ch 26

Going to be hard to write this weekend, I really should have staggered this better, oh well, hope this is good (sorry for the notable change in tone, it’s been months since I last worked on it and argh)

The people @xdebora @hannah-caitlynn @graysonmalfoy @falltoashes @solsticestorm @bingewatchingmylifegoby @elenoranave @incadinkadoo @melanin—senpai @juuliiaa05 @sigridlaufeyson @ihaveanobsessenproblem @oneweirdfangirl @kristenscamander @pabegay1

“Six months!” Chieftain Bjorn beamed, standing behind his daughter and squeezing her shoulder. “We look forward to the ball good princes.”

Thor beamed back at the chieftain, clapping Loki on the shoulder happily as he made his farewells to Bjorn. “And farewell to you, your daughter will have quite the competition, as there will be many eligible maidens there but best of luck to her, she would be quite the lucky catch for my brother.”

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Drunk in Love

Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor/Romance/Crack
Rating: T

I got an ask requesting a fic based on the prompt: “Hey shitty glasses, do you know how much I love your smile?”

And naturally, I decided to write a crack-y one shot in which Levi is completely and utterly drunk.

“Hey shitty glasses, do you know how much I love your smile?”

The declaration, sudden as it is unexpected, is accompanied by a wheezing hiccup.

Hanji, whose efforts had been entirely focused on attempting to see through the impenetrable façade that is Erwin Smith’s poker face, looks up from her cards. And nearly drops the hand.

Levi, flushed and listing, stumbles toward the table.

“Levi?” Hanji stares, trying and failing to process the frankly bizarre and unusual sight. “What happened to you?”

The table scrapes, shuddering, as he braces himself on the wood. Levi clears his throat. His eyes are glassy. “The drank. I mean. Drunk. I am. I think?”

Hanji opens her mouth. Closes it. And opens it again. “How?

In all the years she’d known him, no matter the number of drinks the small man poured down his throat, he never seemed to get more than slightly tipsy.

And it’s impossible, she thinks. But the evidence stands, swaying before her. Levi is, to put it plainly, drunk off his ass.

Mike, the third player in their four person game (Nanaba is the fourth), is folded over the table, shaking in silent laughter.

Nanaba stares over her cards, narrow-eyed and suspicious. “What did you do?”

Mike lifts his head. Face pinched in laughter, he looks positively gleeful.

Erwin, unable to completely shed the cloak of authority, even at their bi-monthly officer’s game night, sighs and sets down his cards. “Mike.

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droughtjoy 2017 ficlet: to ease the pain of idleness in every grain of sand

for Prompt 8: Theon builds a sand castle of Winterfell (got the idea from @youbuggingme​‘s anon ask) (submitted by anonymous)

what says on the tin. jon also stars. pg13, show spoilers of course, set sometime after 7x04 and before 7x05. title from bob dylan, sort of because I mashed two different lines from the same song /o\

The beach is empty.

Of course it is.

The queen flew off with her dragon a while ago, Jon Snow hasn’t come back down from Dragonstone – and why should he? – and no one else stayed.

Of course they didn’t. They were his sister’s men before his, and of course they all think he was a coward for leaving her, as if he could have done anything other than getting the both of them killed.

Theon sighs and drops sitting down on the shore. He might as well. He doesn’t feel like going back inside the castle, he doesn’t feel like answering the same questions over and over and sure as the seven hells he doesn’t want to explain anyone why he jumped. Maybe someone would understand if he said, I thought I was back in Winterfell, but he has a feeling they would not.

It’s been such a long time since he sat on a beach and just stared at the sea, though.

Hell, maybe he hasn’t done it since he was nine.

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softhorts  asked:

College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

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Technically Speaking

Tech!Killian/Misfit!Emma Fic based off of this post. Tagging @jscoutfinch @xhookswenchx and @trueromantic1 for letting me invite myself into this conversation. 

Special thanks to @snow-into-ash who beta’d for me despite having an actual life this week, I really appreciate it!!!

rated T for language

She’s zeroed in on the stinging of her knuckles when the hall monitor grabs her by the collar of her flannel.

“Seriously, Swan?” It’s Leroy. It’s always Leroy, and the idea of calling hall monitors by their first name to establish equality is the weirdest thing she’s ever heard. She doesn’t need to feel equal to a middle-aged grumpy man.

“He grabbed my ass! I don’t hear you saying ‘Seriously, nameless-jerk-who-can’t-keep-his-hands-to-himself.”

“My name is August!” Mr. Nameless-jerk yells. Honestly, the anonymity was working for her. Now there’s an actual person, with a name, having a flathead screwdriver removed from his bicep. Now there’s a set of parents who are going to flip out and get her expelled from another school.

“No one asked you, August!” she shoots back and he actually flinches. He doesn’t seem so handsy now. If he starts to act like the victim here, she’ll be forced to stab him again.

“You know the deal.” Leroy shoves her like suddenly violence is okay. She brushes him off and marches out of shop class towards Principal Mills’ office.

When she gets there, there’s this boy dressed in all black, with his dark hair and a sad expression. She slumps on the bench beside him and he brings his knees together to allow for space. It’s more than the grown men on the city bus do on her way home, so she figures he’s worth a chat.

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anonymous asked:

"can I buy you a coffee?" + jimon

Jace is having a bad day. He’s having a really, really bad day.

First of all, his hair is a mess. Alright, fair enough, that isn’t the worst thing that could ever happen. It’s hardly a world-stopping catastrophe. But it’s one of those things that nag at you, that make every other problem seem so much worse, because there’s that constant stress of knowing this is not your day; looks-wise or otherwise.

And then there’s his mother, who’s been berating him and humiliating him all day. She sends him on errands, then she tells him he doesn’t do them like she wants them done so she does them herself; she tells him to watch his little brother, then she tells him he’s a bad influence because he told the boy he doesn’t have to play with cars if he’d rather play with dolls; she tells him to talk to his sister about how ‘cheating is bad’, then gets angry at Jace when he tells her that Izzy isn’t cheating because she’s polyamorous and just likes dating multiple people at once.

No matter what he does, it’s never enough, and today is such a painfully clear example of that.

So instead of suffering through even more of his mother’s humiliation, he decides to spend some time alone in the city. He asks his brother Alec to take care of their younger brother Max, and then he’s off.

He hates feeling like this. He hates the anger that’s threatening to boil over at any inconvenience, at any innocent soul who happens to annoy him. It’s horrible being this angry, but he doesn’t know how to cope with it.

When he finally finds a coffee shop that is open, he slips inside, cringing at the too-loud bell over the door.

The shop is fairly empty, with only a few people strewn about the room. There is no one in line.

Strolling up to the counter, he focuses on the menu board to try and find something. It’s one of those days when nothing seems appealing, so it takes him a bit longer than usual to decide.

Because he’s so focused on the menu board, he doesn’t notice the barista that has appeared behind the counter. He probably wouldn’t have noticed him yet either, if he hadn’t just spoken.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jace asks, blinking a few times.

“Can I get you a coffee?” the barista asks.

“That’s why I’m here, yeah,” Jace says, furrowing his brows.

“Oh, oh no, I’m sorry,” the barista says, and Jace feels his stomach plummeting at the horror in the poor barista’s voice. Had he really been that angry? “I didn’t mean– I mean obviously, I’m the person who works here, so obviously I’ll be making your coffee but…” The barista takes a deep breath, supposedly to collect himself. “Sorry. What I meant was, can I buy you a coffee?”

This is even more complexing, and Jace has no idea what to answer. “I, uh. What?”

“You look like you’re having a bad day,” the barista says, stammering a bit due to… nerves, maybe?

“Understatement of the year,” Jace says, and once again he cringes at how unfriendly he’s being. He shakes his head and continues, “Look, I’m sorry. I’m in a really bad mood and I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“That’s fine,” the barista says with a weak smile.

“No, honestly, I’m sorry I was a jerk. Here,” he holds out his hand. “I’m Jace.”

The barista looks between him and his hand, and then shakes it. “Simon.”

“Pretty name,” Jace says before he can stop himself.

He’s been out as bisexual for years now but he still hasn’t learned to control himself around cute boys whose sexuality is unknown. Although, this Simon guy doesn’t look like the type of guy who’d get violent if he was hit on by another man, so he’s probably safe.

“Oh, that’s… thank you,” Simon says, and honest to God blushes.

Feeling a little bolder, Jace smiles and says, “So, instead of you buying me pity coffe–”

“Oh no, that’s not what it was!” Simon splutters.

“How about I buy you coffee instead? Maybe somewhere you don’t work?” Jace asks.

He’s not sure where all this smoothness is coming from, because he’s usually a quiet mess around cute boys. He’s good at flirting with girls because he’s had a lot of experience with that, but it isn’t until later years that he’s started flirting with boys too, so he’s not so good at it yet.

It seems to work on this cute boy, though, because he lights up and nods enthusiastically. He rips off a piece of paper from a notepad and starts scribbling.

“Here’s my number and my name’s Simon, although I think I already said that. It’s Simon Lewis, by the way. L-E-W-I-S. I’ll write my number and then you can text me or I can text you, or– well, I guess you’ll have to text me because I don’t have your–”

“How about tomorrow?” Jace interrupts gently. He still takes the note he’s being offered, and puts it in his pocket.

“Oh, tomorrow? Absolutely, yes, wonderful.” Simon blushes again, and Jace wants to tell him that he’s probably the cutest boy he’s ever seen, but that seems too forward so he keeps it to himself.

“Awesome, I’ll text you then and we can sort out the details?”

Simon nods quickly.

“Okay, awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow then!” Jace says, and he smiles so wide it’s actually starting to hurt.

“Okay,” Simon says, smiling as well. “See you!”

Jace turns around and leaves, and it isn’t until he’s a block away that he realizes that he never actually ordered any coffee.

He contemplates going back for it, but then he remembers the date with Simon tomorrow and suddenly he’s forgotten all about the coffee once again.

Week 1 - 1; deancas nanny/single parent au for anonymous

No patter of small feet nor the sound of a child’s laughter greets Cas when he unlocks the door to his house. Only the quiet buzz of a working fridge reaches his ears in the darkness. He blinks once and then twice and flicks the hallway light on. Usually, the ground floor isn’t so dark when he comes home from work—but then, he never returns as late as today. He gets rid of his coat and shoes and leaves his suitcase on the commode.

For a moment, a thought passes his head that Dean put Claire to sleep and went home—but he quickly forsakes the idea when he turns on the lights in the living room and sees two sleeping figures on the couch.

Dean’s head has lolled to the side at one point, one arm loose around Claire’s shoulders, the other resting in his lap. Castiel’s chest aches with a strange twinge at the sight and he loosens his tie just a bit, takes off his suit jacket and hangs it over the backseat of his arm chair. His heart still feels funny as he lifts from the floor the book Dean has been reading with the girl—or rather reading to her, as Claire tolerates pictures only.

Dean furrows his brows when Cas puts the book on the coffee table and his eyes flutter open just when the man picks up two spaghetti sauce-smudged dishes to carry to the kitchen. His arm curls protectively around Claire for a second and loosens again when their eyes meet.

“You’re home,” Dean mutters. His free hand rubs the sleep out of his eye. “Sorry I fell asleep.”

Cas smiles reassuringly. “It’s alright. It is quite late.” He goes to the kitchen, leaves the dishes in the sink to wash them later and comes back.

If he stops in the living room’s door for a second at the sight of Dean trying to his best to get up without waking Claire, well. It’s only for him to know.

“I’ll take her,” he tells Dean. He slides his arms under his girl’s back and legs and tries not to shiver when his fingers skim over Dean’s bare sleep-warmed skin where the man’s T-shirt has ridden up. Before the man has a chance to see the pink in his cheeks, Cas turns back and slowly makes his way to Claire’s room upstairs.

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The Return: Part V

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Epilogue]

Sorry for the wait!


Part V

Stiles woke up on Monday morning, made faces in the mirrorfor a while to try and judge if the bruise still faintly circling his eye was noticeable just because he was looking for it. He decided it totally was and then frowned and spent the next five minutes wondering if any improvement he thought it had made was merely in his head.

Eventually, he had to acknowledge that there was nothing to be done about it anyway so he might as well give up. He then made a point of throwing on whatever clothes he pulled first out of his closet and not looking at the mirror for the rest of the day.

It was only when he swung into the bathroom right before lunch that he realized he was wearing a Batman shirt (that honestly he might have had since sixth grade), a green and brown plaid shirt and a bright red hoodie that he honestly didn’t really remember acquiring. It was just one of those things that had appeared in his closet and was warm and soft and so he hadn’t questioned it.

In short, he looked like a giant nerd Christmas tree. And of course, he didn’t care about these things and Derek certainly wouldn’t be looking twice at him but-

Ugh. Just ugh. Maybe he’d get lucky and Derek wouldn’t show up to tutoring.

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anonymous asked:

namseok college roommates au? with a stuck-up namjoon falling for a carefree hoseok :)

Namjoon hates libraries.

Libraries are always overcrowded because it seems like everybody decides to study on the days when Namjoon has to go there and silence becomes an abstract noun with so much people in one place. Everybody is whispering or listening to music or idly flipping through the pages of their books or moving around, going out for nothing and coming in with nothing.

Namjoon hates it and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t focus on the tasks in front of him and after a while it seems like the exercises in his books are mocking him.

But Namjoon doesn’t have to be in the library. He’s one of the lucky ones on the campus who got only one roommate and a decent-sized room for college. His floor is silent because the majority of residents are chemistry and physics majors who spend their time in the laboratories.

Namjoon could easily study in his room with the large window opened, but there’s only one tiny obstacle he can’t overcome and it’s named Hoseok.

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After New Year: Lucaya Fanfic
  • 8th grade class in Rooftop.
  • Maya: Lucas, Have I ever sayed anything nice to you?
  • Lucas: (slowly shakes head) No...
  • Maya: well. It's one minute to midnight and I'm gladd you're standing here.
  • Lucas: (smiles) That kinda makes up for everything.
  • Countdown starts. (5,4,3,2,1)
  • Farkle: Riley still loves Lucas! I did the right thing!
  • (Everyone leaves. Maya, Riley and Lucas sit on the bench)
  • Maya: So. Is new year.
  • Riley: And, here we are.
  • Lucas: (turns to look at Riley for a second and then to the floor) Is it true? Riley?
  • Riley: I...
  • Maya: I'm gonna leave now. (Stands and starts walking to the door)
  • Lucas: stay here Riley. I'll be right back. (Goes after Maya) Maya wait. Why are you going?
  • Maya: It's late and I should probably go home. Wish my mom a happy new year and all...
  • Lucas: Can you wait for a few minutes and I'll walk you home.
  • Maya: No. You should talk to Riley. And I don't wanna be there when you do.
  • Lucas: I kinda want you to be there.
  • Maya: I can't Lucas. I... She really loves you, and you love her too, and you are perfect for eachother. And she's there, waiting for you (starts tearing up, voice cracking) and I'm going home cause I don't wanna see it.
  • Lucas: see what?
  • Riley: The moment you look at her and realize that you love her and that I was just a distraction.
  • Lucas: But, (grabs her hand and starts to dragg her towards Riley. Do you trust me?
  • Maya: of course I do, Lucas. But I'm not ready to give up hope yet. Just let me go and go to her.
  • Lucas: (holds her hand a little tighter) What if I don't wanna let go?
  • Maya: You just found out she still loves you. You're still a little shocked. You need to talk.
  • Lucas: that is true.
  • Maya: And you'll fix things between you and get back to being a thing and tomorrow you'll be so happy, you'll see.
  • Lucas: What if I'm already happy? Maya, Is true, we need to talk to Riley. (Starts pulling Maya back to Riley) because we need to tell her.
  • Maya: Tell her what?
  • Lucas: you say you trust me, so just do it. Please me.
  • Maya: but... OK
  • (They come close to Riley and sit next to her, just like they were before)
  • Lucas: So is true? You love me?
  • Maya: (turns away and starts to tear up)
  • Riley: I do, but is not what you think.
  • Lucas: Is it a brotherly kind of love? A friend kind of love? Or a couple kind of love? Cus I don't know anymore... Everyone keeps telling me things and telling me what to do, but no one asks how I feel. So I'm asking. No more lies. What do you feel for me Riley?
  • Riley: I don't know.
  • Lucas: How can you say that? Just say it... Please. No more lies.
  • Maya: she loves you, ok? She loves you but is afraid to say it. And you love her. Can I just go now?
  • Lucas: No! No one has asked me how I feel. Or what I want. But you all keep telling me what to feel or do.
  • Maya: then tell us how you feel please!
  • Lucas: I like you Riley. A lot. You are a very nice girl, and the most loving person I know, I love you too. (Maya tries to leave again cus she's about to start crying but Lucas grabs her hand and pulles her to him) and I always will because you were my first girlfriend. And thank you for loving me too. But I'm in love with Maya.
  • Both Riley and Maya turn to look at Lucas. Riley is just plain serious looking, and nods her head. But Maya is looking to his eyes for confirmation, mouth open, shock all over her face.
  • Lucas: there. I said it. Is all out of my chest. I'm in love with Maya Hart.
  • Riley: yeah... I kinda already knew. I mean, I had to be blind not to notice you had a thing. That's why I didn't wanted to say anything.
  • Maya: (drops Lucas' hand) But Riles, we don't have a thing. There is no us. I would never do that to you.
  • Riley: I know Maya. I told you. You need to feel what you feel, and there's nothing you could do to make me hate you. I love you Maya, and I know you love him too. The difference is, he loves you back the same way. We had our thing, but we didn't work out. Now is your time Peaches.
  • Maya: are you sure?
  • Riley: Yes. I'll be the ex. The one you can talk to and rant with about him.
  • Maya: (laughs a little, wipes her tears and hugs Riley) I love you Hunny Bunny. You are the best person I know. I don't know what I did to deserve you.
  • Riley: I'm sorry about the whole Gabriel's Horn thing... Farkle warned me but I didn't wanted to ruin your new year, but he did...
  • Lucas: actually, we kinda needed that push... If he hadn't done it, I would still have the doubt if you really tought about me as a brother, and I would have never gotten the courage to tell you how I feel.
  • Riley: yea about that. You should walk Maya home...
  • Lucas: yeah. (Stands up, reaches his hand to her and she takes it, standing up too)
  • Maya: happy new year Hunny.
  • Riley: Happy new year Peches, you too Lucas.
  • Lucas: Happy new year Riles.
  • Maya: Can I still beat up Farkle tomorrow?
  • Riley: please make sure that doesn't happen (to Lucas)
  • Lucas: I'll try my best ma-am. (Tilts imaginary hat)
  • Lucas and Maya walk out of the Matthews apartment hand in hand. When Maya sees Cory ans Topanga, she drops Lucas hand. There is a happy new year exchange, with an invitation to join them tomorrow for lunch. As they reach the elevator, Lucas tried to grab her hand but Maya didn't let him, she backed away a few steps
  • Lucas: what's wrong?
  • Maya: what are you doing?
  • Lucas: What do you mean?
  • Maya: what are we doing?
  • Lucas: I'm walking you home?
  • Maya: I can go home by myself.and I mean what are we doing as you and me?
  • Lucas: well, first of all, I'm walking you home because is very late and I wanna make sure you get home in one piece. And second of all, we are a we now.
  • Maya: A we?
  • Lucas: A real couple. We are together officialy. unless you don't want to. I didn't really asked, I just asumed. I'm sorry... (Looks a little worried)
  • Maya: Don't have to be sorry Lucas.
  • Lucas: so. You wanna be my girlfriend?
  • Maya: Lucas, do you realy have to ask?
  • Lucas: yes! Last time I didn't, and look how it turned out. I have an ex now.
  • Maya: you are so dramatic.
  • Lucas: so, you wanna?
  • Maya: yes! (As the elevator reaches he lobby, He attempts one more time to grabb her hand, and this time, she lets him)
  • So they walk to Maya's home, holding hands all the way there. Until they reach Her door.
  • Maya: we're here...
  • Lucas: yeah (smiles to her)
  • Maya: thanks for wslking me home Lucas.
  • Lucas: Don't thank me. It was my dutty as your bf.
  • Maya: (giggles)
  • Lucas: what?
  • Maya: Don't say it like that. It sounds so... So not normal
  • Lucas: Maya, we are not normal. We will never be normal, and I love that.
  • Maya: yeah. You're probably right. I'll see you tomorrow at the Matthews?
  • Lucas: No. I'll be here early and then we'll get there together. Besides I need to ask your mom for permission to date her daughter.
  • Maya: No you don't. My mother doesn't mind.
  • Lucas: But I do. I wanna make this (points between them) right.
  • Maya: Ok. See you tomorrow Lucas.
  • Lucas: Good night... Hey. Maya?
  • Maya: yeah?
  • Lucas: How come you are calling me Lucas and not other names?
  • Maya: I don't know. I guess I'm trying to be nicer to you. Now that you're my bf and all...
  • Lucas: but... What If I like tose names?
  • Maya: you do?
  • Lucas. Yeah... They kinda grew on me.
  • Maya: Well what do you want me to call you?
  • Lucas: I want you to call me Mad dog.
  • Maya: (chuckles) We had this conversation before... And I'm not calling you that!
  • Lucas: (smiles) then call me like yoy always did. Ranger Rick, Huckleberry... Even Hop along is better than plain Lucas.
  • Maya: Ok. Good night Huckleberry.
  • Lucas: (smiles) godd night shortstack.
  • Maya: I don't like that...
  • Lucas: Pancake?
  • Maya: oh gosh... I hate those kind of couples with cute nicknames...
  • Lucas: (laughs) And now we are one of them Pancake.
  • Maya: shut up!
  • Lucas: (laughs and leans in to kiss her cheek)
  • Maya: (smiles) good night Ranger Rick. Call me when you get home?
  • Lucas: sure. So we can have that long convo where we dabater who loves who more and we don't hang un for hours...
  • Maya: (grunts) I hate those couples. We are that couple... Aren't we?
  • Lucas: we sure are ma-am. Would you dream about me?
  • Maya: I always do.
  • Lucas leaves with a very big smile on his face. And when he gets home he calls as promissed. And then you know what's happens.
  • Lucas: I love you more
  • Maya: ugh! I hate you
  • Lucas: Nah... You love me more
  • Maya: damn you... I do. Go to sleep.
  • Lucas: I'll pick you up tomorrow.
  • Maya: yeah. Can't wait
A Predetermined Arrangement
  • ~In the Holmes' country house living room, following a case in the area~
  • Sherlock: I'm sure it'd be fine.
  • Molly: No. No. I'd hate to intrude on you and Mike's family time.
  • Sherlock: Mike?
  • Molly: *ignoring his comment* Plus, if I get back tonight, I'll have time to stop by the farmer's market tomorrow morning.
  • Sherlock: *deadpanned* Molly Elizabeth Hooper-
  • Molly: How d'ya know my middle name?
  • Sherlock: -under no circumstances are you catching a train at *checks his wrist* 11:45 pm, in the middle of winter *exhales* out here in the middle of nowhere... *as a side note* And since when do you go to the farmer's market?
  • Molly: *with an arm resting against her hip* First of all, I love the farmer's market. There's a goat cheese lady there now. Always gives away free samples. And maybe time and temperature wouldn't be an issue if you'd give me a ride to the train station!
  • Sherlock: *petulantly* No!
  • Molly: Oh! And why not?
  • Sherlock: *grumbling* Cause it's cold out there.
  • Molly: Put on a coat. I know you have your Belstaff here.
  • Sherlock: *taking off his suit jacket* Well maybe I don't want to go back out.
  • Molly: *with one hand against her temple; eyes straying* What are you doing?
  • Sherlock: *undoing his cuff buttons* Getting comfortable. As I am staying in and not heading out till morning.
  • Molly: *huffs* Fine!
  • Sherlock: Good.
  • Molly: *thinking it over* Then if I'm not going anywhere, I might as well settle in too.
  • Sherlock: As you should.
  • Molly: *takes off her coat and pulls her jumper over her head*
  • Sherlock: *between strangled throat sounds* I should get Mum to set up the guest room first. Eh?
  • Molly: *shrugging* Sure. *steps out of her shoes*
  • Sherlock: And you can finish getting ready for bed in there?
  • Molly: *shrugs again* I suppose. *continues to disrobe many layers.
  • Sherlock: *buffering* I -Okay- *swallows* -Mm-
  • Molly: *settling in his chair in her leggings and a camisole* Problem?
  • Sherlock: *eyeing her* Nope. *waits, then pulls his shirt over his head forcefully, causing thread near the collar to rip* Damnit.
  • Molly: *hiding a laugh while enjoying the view* You forgot to undo the top button.
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Yes. I noticed.
  • Molly: *snickering*
  • Sherlock: It's not my fault your clothing has less buttons. All elastic I suppose. *focuses back on her sitting lazily*
  • Molly: *pulling at her spaghetti strap* Mm. Very much so. Much easier to take off.
  • Sherlock: *studying her closely* Where is this farmer's market, Molly?
  • Molly: *taken back* Huh?
  • Sherlock: You wanted to get back to go to the farmer's market. Which one do you go to? I am familiar with many -homeless network and all.
  • Molly: *stuttering* The uh-one by my flat.
  • Sherlock: Across from the Co-Op?
  • Molly: Yes! That one.
  • Sherlock: *grinning* Mm. I see. Didn't know they held farmer's markets in primary schools.
  • Molly:
  • Sherlock: That is where you were referring to, yes?
  • Molly: *scowling*
  • Sherlock: It's fine. Really. Stay. I wasn't going to kick you out.
  • Molly: *trying to interrupt*
  • Sherlock: As long as you never refer to my brother as Mike again. *disgusted*
  • Molly: *nodding along* Should I find your Mum. You said there was a guest room?
  • Sherlock: *waving the suggestion away* Don't bother. She's probably passed out in front of the telly. Just come along.
  • Molly: You don't have to set the room up for me. Really.
  • Sherlock: Oh, I'm not.
  • Molly: Then where are we...
  • Sherlock: *opening the door to his room* The sheets are clean. Bathroom is right across the hall. And please do not snoop through my things.
  • Molly: *with a blank look on her face*
  • Sherlock: *disgruntled* My childhood indulgences are a poor reflection of who I am as of present.
  • Molly: What about you?
  • Sherlock: I'll be up for a while.
  • Molly: And when you eventually do need to sleep?
  • Sherlock: *pauses, looking around the room then back to her with a raised brow* Then at that time, I think we can figure out an arrangement that works for both of us.
trust no one (ch. 1/?)

Story Summary: A seed of distrust is not enough. It takes watering, and care, and a devoted gardener to make it grow. Eventual Dark!Dipper
Rating: K-T, may go up
Warnings: spoilers for “Not What He Seems”

A/N: Apparently the only way I can get myself to write these days is if I’ve just had my life destroyed by a cartoon, and have other things I really should be doing. ;-;

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Dipper knew this dream by now. He’d seen the world drain itself of color before, listened as the animals outside silenced their constant background chittering. He knew this was a dream, even if it felt like all he’d done was blink. Even if he was still curled up on a cushion in front of the same broken window, looking out across an unchanged landscape. He used to think he stayed awake during these visits, that the real world could somehow be molded to his visitor’s desire, but he’d had enough experience with the dreamscape since then to disprove that theory. He knew better now.

Unfortunately, all of his knowledge wasn’t enough to drive away the smarmy triangle staring him down, his single eye a blazing, unwelcome spotlight. Someday, maybe, it would be. But not yet.

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but the ghosts that we knew.

Her first thought, oddly, is “I shouldn’t have yanked the IV line.”

Her father loved to watch old movies, when he wasn’t watching old games – something about them being ‘classics’, even if Clarke had never really understood why it made them so important to begin with. But it was fun, especially on boring days when nothing of particular importance happened on the Ark, and so the whole family would spend their evening watching movies together. That detail, thought, that directors seemed so fond of, was one that made her mother edgy at best – both because of medical and Ark reasons. Clarke would laugh at her mother’s antics then, but now she regrets her actions.

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The Quidditch team (Chapter 8)

Camila immediately froze, she seemed terrified. Have I already told you that I always hated this teacher? He always did his very best to piss off me, specially in his class. “Let me speak.” I slowly whispered.

“Miss Jauregui, you don’t show up to your classes, but you sneak in the corridors at night.” Professor Snape said, still showing his arrogant smile. “And taking your colleagues with you in your stupidities, how shameful.” He added, looking at Camila who was staring at her feet.

When I was about to open my mouth , I felt a draft grazing my shoulder. “Severus, there you are, I was looking for you! Miss Jauregui and I were trying to help this poor girl, but we couldn’t do anything… I see that she woke up before my return, sleepwalking is not always funny!” Camila jumped when she saw who was there. Sir Nicholas, the Gryffindor house ghost. What was he doing in our tower?

Professor Snape glared at Camila. “Sleepwalking, miss Cabello? You sleep with your coat?” He asked.

She didn’t answer, she just looked at me. I understood when I saw Sir Nicholas staring at me with big eyes. “She’s still pretty shaken Professor.” I said, putting a hand on Camila’s arm. "Last time, she went outside and I didn’t want her to get cold, so I did my best to catch up and try to put something warm on her, we’re in pajamas under our coats.“ I lied. Luckily, the coats that we have from the school are long enough and it was rather dark so that Snape couldn’t notice anything. "I was looking for a supervisor, but nobody was on this floor. Sir Nicholas heard me and tried to help to bring her back to our dormitory.”

“Now that she’s awake, we don’t need your services anymore Severus, thank you.” The ghost said before Snape was able to respond. "I'll escort these two young ladies to their dormitory.“

Snape was looking at us in a suspicious way. Maybe he didn’t believe me, but he couldn’t discuss the word of a ghost. "You better not be late tomorrow, both of you.” He said, curtly. He glared at me one last time before he turned around and walked away.

When he was far enough, I put a hand behing my neck and sighed. “Holy shit, that was a close one!” I said.

“Watch your language, miss Jauregui.” Sir Nicholas said. “You’re lucky to have miss Kordei as a friend! She realized that you were probably going to get caught because of the distance that you needed to walk in the school. She asked me 40 times to make sure that everything was alright for you two. I said yes only because I am indebted to her family. This was the first and the last time, understood?”

“Understood, thank you.” I responded.

He looked at Camila with a weird expression. “Make sure that your friend is still breathing and go to your dorm. Have a lovely night.” The ghost said, before entering a wall.

“I told you that I was controlling the situation!” I quietly laughed and I saw those gorgeous brown eyes slowly raised to meet mine.

“I’ve never been so scared like that! I think that my heart stopped beating.” Camz whispered.

I have to admit that I freaked out a bit and I promised myself to thank Normani each day until the end of my life! “Come here.” I said as I opened my arms widely.

I didn’t need to say it twice! I immediately felt her hiding her face in my neck and hugging me pretty tightly. She was very tense and I could feel her heart pumping into her chest… “I don’t know if your heart stopped earlier, but it’s definitely beating now.” I whispered, holding her closer to me. I couldn't see her face, but I’m petty sure that she was blushing. "We really need to leave now, Camz.“ I added as I took her hand in mine.

She nodded and we started to walk towards the dorm and then our room. Let me clarify something. I always hated uniforms. Because we can’t really express ourselves yes, but for something else simpler… I know what you’re going to think, but I’m a teenager okay! Let’s say that these uniforms prevent us from contemplating the human anatomy. Why do I tell you this? Because that night, when we changed to go to sleep, I realized something, something huge…

"Are you staring at my butt?” Camila said, raising her eyebrows. She was packing her bag for tomorrow. Dinah was sleeping, but even with the entire Quidditch team was jumping on her bed, she will not wake up.

“Of course not.” I responded with a smirk on my face. “Why would I do that? It’s not like it was particularly fine or something.” Man, that is the kind of things that nobody should hide! I agree, someone with a great personality is beautiful and that’s important, but damn…

“Yeah right.” She laughed. “Thank you for tonight. The part where I almost had a heart attack was less funny, but I had a really great time with you.” She said, lying down in her bed.

“Was it worth it?” I asked.

“I was with you, of course it was.” She responded, smiling at me. 

I felt this warm feeling of joy raising in my body. “I’m happy to hear that.” I said before I winked at her.

We both went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep right away tough. I was thinking about tonight, about her singing with her amazing and beautiful voice, about her lips and the feeling that I had when I was kissing them… I was falling for her.

The weekend arrived very quickly. We had two trainings with Mrs. Lespérance and I have to say that she knows what she’s doing. I did my best to avoid Aria. I always feel that she’s looking at me… I spent most of my free time with Camila and Ari noticed it! I knew that I should have a talk with her as soon as possible. Anyway, I was not going to let her affect my humor, not this time! Oh and the director was at the castle! I really believed that he was going to come back with Mr. Helbert, but no, he was alone. He wanted to talk to us on Sunday evening, after the dinner.

“Students, teachers, good evening!” Professor Dumbledore said, standing in front of everyone. “I hope that you all enjoyed the meal.” He added with his reassuring tone. “I will take a few minutes of your time to inform you that tomorrow, we will be visited by some lovely girls from the Quidditch team of Beauxbatons academy of magic. They will remain with us for some time in order to confront our four teams. I don’t need to ask you to welcome them in our school as best as you can and to behave yourselves in an exemplary manner, just like you usually do. With this said, I wish you all a good night!”

Everybody stood up to leave and I felt two hands on each of my shoulders. “Hey beautiful.” I said with the largest smile on my face. “You arrived quickly!” She was sitting with a working partner at the end of the table.

“I always liked the way you were saying this to me.”

I turned around and saw that the person behind me was not the one I expected to see. “Oh Aria.” I said, standing up from my seat.   “What are you doing after?” She asked on her famous seductive tone.   “We’re going to our room, we have to join Dinah there.” I heard another voice behind Aria and I. Camila was looking at us in a way that I have never seen before.   Aria raised her eyebrows. “I was not talking to you, sweetheart.” She said, staring at Camila.   “Well, I am "sweetheart” and we’re leaving now.“ The brunette said, approaching me with a firm step. "We have to hurry and it would be so so sad if you break your other leg in the stairs, right Laur?”   A possessive Camila, I like that, I thought. I was trying not to laugh though. Aria’s face was priceless! “Right! See you soon Aria.” I said before Camz and I left the great hall.   “What was that? You don’t need to be jealous you know." I started after we left the stairs. I had a huge smile on my face. It’s not every day that someone manages to stop Aria Smith from talking.   "I’m not jealous.” Camila answered. “She doesn’t like me, but it's fine because I don’t like her either. It’s hmm special, I like everybody.”   “Why don’t you like her?”   “She’s all over you.” She mumbled.   “You are jealous.” I said with a smirk. We were now in the dormitory and we were heading towards our room.   Camila took my hand. “Stop talking.” She whispered.   —-   “Mila, there’s a letter for you on your bed.” Dinah said after we entered the room.   “I know.” Camila responded. “I put it there.”   Dinah was lying on her back and playing with her wand. “Who’s Marisa?” She asked.   Camila’s facial expression changed. “Marisa is my hmm best friend at my former school. She probably send me this letter to tell me that she’s going to be there tomorrow, she's the captain of their team.”   “Your best friend? Why do you look like that then? You don’t really look happy to hear from her!” Dinah laughed and Camila faked a smile.   “No, I am.” She responded. “It’s complicated.” I understood, it was for that reason that Camila didn’t look that happy to play against her former team. Something certainly happened.   Dinah brought me out of my thoughts by standing up and going to the door with a deck of cards in her hands. “I’m going to play with Tristan and Alex before the curfew, somebody wants to come?” DJ asked, wating in front of the door.   “I’ll pass.” Camila said, staring at the letter on her bed.   My best friend gave me the look before she left the room. I didn’t want to be annoying, but I didn’t want her to be sad either so I left my bag aside and I slowly approached her. “You didn’t open it?” I asked, sitting next to her. She simply shook her head. “Last time that I said that, I was interrupted, but I’ll try to repeat it all at once this time… If you need to talk about anything, I want you to know that I'm here to listen to you.” I said, putting my hand on hers. “I don’t want to annoy you or something, but you look sad and I don’t like when you’re sad.” I added as I tried my best to make my puppy eyes.   Camila slowly smiled and gently brushed my cheek with her other hand. “You’re so cute.” She said. “I never talked about this to anyone but maybe it can be good to talk about it… I just don't want to bother you with my problems.”   I moved forward to close the gap between our lips. It’s been days since I was patiently waiting to kiss those lips again. I’m not really good with words anyway and I wanted her to understand that she’s not bothering me at all. This kiss wasn’t aggressive or precipitated, it was simple, gentle and demonstrative. “You’re not.” I said, smiling at her and looking into those beautiful eyes.   Camila kissed my cheek and sat cross-legged. "Hmm, I don’t even know where to start.“ She said. "It’s about a girl, this girl.” She added, pointing the letter.   “Your best friend?” I asked, making myself comfortable.   “Yeah hmm I fell in love with her.” Well, I didn’t expect that. “But hmm she was in a relationship with another player.”   “Oh.” It was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I didn't really know what to say.   “Oh, yeah.” Camila said, looking at her feet. “I almost screwed up her relationship…” I didn’t say anything, I was waiting for her to keep talking. After a few seconds, she raised her head and looked out the window. “I really thought that they had broken up and I thought that she liked me… After I kissed her, she told me that she likes me, as a friend, as her best friend. She was my first kiss… I’m over her now, it’s just that I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t know how I felt for her because she kept acting like nothing happened. A friend that we had in common told her girlfriend and even if Marisa was saying that it was not a big deal, that girl was not happy, not at all. She became really mean to me and it was difficult to play in the same team as both of them. After several weeks, I didn’t feel comfortable anymore so I decided to leave.”   “I see… So you don’t really want to see them?” I asked even if I knew the answer.   “Marisa I don’t mind, we’re still friends, but her girlfriend is the freaking embodied devil. I’m not even kidding, her purpose was to make my life a living hell. She hates me.” Camila said before she sighed.   “You know what?” I said to draw her attention. “Your friend is stupid for letting you leave. We’re going to go on that field, play against their team and kick their asses! You don’t need to be scared, I’ll be right next to you and if that girl talks to you on the wrong tone, don’t worry about it, I can be a bigger devil.” I added, smiling.   “Wow, I’m so happy that you’re in my life.” She responded, grabbing me by the neck and bringing me closer to her.   “GIRLS!” We heard Dinah shouted in the hallway.“Hmm can I come in or I’ll see something that I don't really want to see, like one of you naked?”   “It’s at your own peril, my friend.” I joked and DJ waited a few seconds before she came in.   “You shouldn’t laugh with that, I know you Jauregui!” Dinah said.   Camila’s face was as red as the Gryffindor emblem. “Why are you screaming like that girl?” I asked, still sitting on Camila’s bed.   “Tristan and I heard MgGonagall talk with Dumbledore. We didn’t understand everything, but they were talking about Mr. H.” Dinah quickly said with excitement.   “Really?” I said as I turned to face her. “What are you waiting for, tell me! Did they find him? Where is he?”   “Dumbledore said that he hadn’t finished yet.” DJ started. “Tristan heard that he was at the ministry, but I didn’t understand this part.”   “What is that suppose to mean?” Camila asked.   “Don’t know.” Dinah responded.   “What the hell is he doing there? He’s not missing then? I don’t understand.” I said, scratching my head.   “That’s fucked up, I know.” Dinah said before she sat with us. “I hope that he’s going to come back soon, this little woman is way too intense for me!”   We spent the evening discussing about some possible options on the departure of Mr. Helbert. It was weird , this whole situation was weird. The director knew he was gone, so why did he lied to us? He was hiding something and I was curious to know what… I had no time to think about this now though. I had to prepare myself for tomorrow . They were supposed to arrive at 1:00 pm and we were the first team to play against them after school. I was excited, but I dreaded the events a bit. I was hoping that everything goes well … I was feeling protective towards Camila and, from what she said to me, some of these girls are not that lovely. They better not be mean to her because even if I don’t speak french very well, I’ll find a way to make them understand. How can someone be rude and mean to her? Anyway, it’s going to be interesting.   —-   A/N: This one is a little shorter , I ran out of time this week … Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! Drama is coming up, let’s see how Camila handles the situation ;) Thank you for reading and I’m sorry for any mistakes. (“Worth it” is a freaking bomb!) -C xo  

anonymous asked:

How do you write so well? I feel like I've been in a block lately, and nothing I'm writing seems to be good. Even when I'm proud of something, I'll look at it the next day and hate it. How do you do it?

Never feel ashamed of your art, Anon. NEVER.

This is probably the most important thing any writer/artist/photographer- you name it- will ever learn. You will make things you won’t like sometimes. You’ll look back on it and say: why would I ever make that?

And that’s okay!!

See, Anon, I have a shit ton of fanfictions on this site. 244, in fact. Additionally, I have a handful on ff.net that aren’t on here. So, for simplicity’s sake, let’s bump that number up to 250.

That’s 250 pieces. Now, of the 250, what is the probability that all of those are wholesome, quality work?

I’ll estimate about 100 are poorly written. 50 may be cliche. 30 could just be spawned from a really shitty idea. Some are too wordy, others are confusing, others just aren’t interesting- and as time goes by, this list will grow and grow and grow. I may only have a handful of ones that I perceive as good right now.

But, notice that I never said I wasn’t proud of myself for writing them. Of course, I don’t like some of them, but I’m still proud of myself.

Anon, look back at some of your old work. Mark the improvements in style. Maybe you don’t like the story you wrote most recently, but take a look at how you did it! Maybe your choice of vocabulary has improved, maybe your attention to mood, maybe your introspection or action scenes or whatever. I guarantee you got better at something.

The best way to get past that block of yours is to not take your writing (or art in general) too seriously. Write what you enjoy and enjoy what you write. Post it. Share it with other people. Maybe tomorrow it won’t look as good as it did today. But then, you look at what’s bad about it and make something better.