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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

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Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.

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  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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James Potter is going grey

In honour of the grey hair I found on my head today.

Also here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12391871/1/Going-Grey

When James finally starts going grey, you would have thought the entire bloody world had caught on fire.

It’s Sirius who spots it first, the one shining silver strand in the mass of black hair on James’ head. They’re trooping in, brooms over their shoulders, mud on their quidditch boots, and James has Harry wrapped up under his arm, rubbing his head while Harry laughs at James’ insistence that “You can’t slag off your old man. I would have kicked your arse back in the day.”

“Yeah,” Harry yells, elbowing his father in the side, “back in the day.” Sirius barks a laugh, claps Harry on the back, “Nice one, kid.” James shoots him a glare and he shoves James’ shoulder, “Tough break, mate. Though your kid kicking your arse goes nicely with that grey hair you’ve got there. Very fitting.”

When Lily finds them a few minutes later, Harry is doubled over, barely breathing with laughter, and James and Sirius are nothing more than a tangle of limbs on the now excruciatingly muddy kitchen floor. She pulls out her wand, twirls it deftly between her fingers, calmly threatens to hex them within an inch of their lives if they don’t get up right now and clean the floor.

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Thank you for your patience, nonnerson~~ nyahaha Anyway I recommend reading (or re-reading part 1)


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It had been a year.

The thought crossed your mind as you exhaled the smoke from a cigarette, watching as it disappeared with the wind. Just like you had, a year ago.

The sun’s rays peeked out from behind the familiar, tall building in front of you, spreading its light over the shadows where you hid. Rika’s old apartment building. The same place where he had brought you to, and the same place he had taken you away from.

Even now, you were unaware of their intentions for bringing you to the RFA and then stealing you away, but… it didn’t matter. No, nothing mattered anymore.

You crumpled the lit cigarette with your bare hands, tossing it to the ground to stamp out the flame, feeling satisfied by the small crunch! sound it made. You wouldn’t have started to smoke, had it not been for the influence of Mint Eye. Sure, you knew it’d kill you, but everything you’d learned at Mint Eye had opened your eyes to the world—that nothing was worth living for in the first place. What did it matter if you killed yourself a little more?

It didn’t.

“MC?” A familiar voice called out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened with recognition as you stared at the person before you, but you quickly narrowed them, pursing your lips as you gazed at them coolly.


  • He did a double take, as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the familiar features of your face that he hadn’t seen in a year…
  • “MC? Y-you’re MC, right?”
  • His voice was filled with hope and desperation, and he subconsciously reached out to you, as if he wanted to catch you before you slipped away.
  • But you didn’t reply, instead brushing past him, barely acknowledging his presence. As you passed him, he noticed the cold look in your eyes, and shuddered. That… that wasn’t the kind and warm MC he had grown to known. You wouldn’t look at him like that, no… not you.
  • Yoosung could only stare after you in disbelief, but he never gathered the courage to approach you again, not even to confirm your identity.
  • It couldn’t have been you. You wouldn’t look so… so… empty.
  • He’d lament about it to Zen later, drunkenly babbling that he’d seen someone just like you on the streets… admitting his fear that he was too much of a coward to find out if it had been you.
  • “I’m scared if it really was MC… Her eyes looked so distant… so empty… so cold… it can’t be her,” Yoosung would deny, shaking his head with a drunken grin on his face. “MC… our MC would never…”
  • He refused to believe it, avoiding the thought completely. A tear fell from his eye as he gazed at Zen through his glass of champagne. “You should’ve seen those scars on her body… god, no, they can’t… they just can’t belong to her,” he hiccupped, still shaking his head in denial.
  • Even as he fell asleep from the heavy amount of alcohol he’d consumed, he would continue to cry in his sleep, dreaming of the broken girl that he’d been too afraid to even talk to.
  • “Not MC…”


  • You didn’t bother sparing him a second glance as you met eyes with him, but he grabbed your arm before you could even turn the other way.
  • His eyes were shining almost too brightly, and you could practically see a tail wagging excitedly from behind him like a dog. “Jagiya!! Oh, I knew it was you. I would recognize your pretty face anywhere. I’m so glad you’re okay, jagi, I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ve missed…”
  • Zen trailed off as he noticed your unchanging expression, but he mustered up another smile to cover up the fact that your lack of reaction dampened his mood. After all, it had been a year since he last saw you. He didn’t want to waste any more time with you, and he didn’t want to be gloomy with you after so long.
  • “Come on, why don’t we sit down somewhere to catch up?” he smiled warmly, tugging at your arm gently. He didn’t miss the unusual way you winced a bit as he did.
  • Zen loosened his grip on you arm, worry building uncomfortably in his heart. “MC… is it okay if I roll up your sleeve? Please…” His eyes searched yours for an answer, not just to his spoken question but to the millions of questions bottled up.
  • You… you felt torn. Why was he acting so nice to you even though you weren’t even a part of the RFA? Even though it’d been a year? Even though… even though he had no reason to be nice to you? You felt a pain tugging at your heart, but you tried to ignore it instead.
  • Zen looked at you while rolling up the sleeve of your right arm, watching your expression carefully for any hint that he should stop.
  • But you let him.
  • You let him see the dark purple bruises lining up your arm, the faded scars that left scabs in their place… the pain. The pain you’d suffered the past year.
  • He felt sick. What had happened during the time you had gone missing…? Why… why couldn’t he be there for you? Why did this have to happen? Why weren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t there even tears in your eyes? Why wouldn’t you look at him in the eyes?
  • So many questions were spinning in his mind, but he couldn’t voice a single one. “I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
  • His hands were trembling as he held yours, bringing the tips of your fingers to his lips as he kissed every one softly… treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.
  • “I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.”


  • Her eyes had dark circles under them, even larger than the ones you’d last seen on her face a year ago. You wondered, could it be that you’d caused that? But you quickly brushed aside the thought. ‘I don’t care,’ you told yourself.
  • It took her a moment to really look at you, her tired mind barely processing what was going on. “MC…?”
  • She just barely recognized you. Gosh… you looked so different. You were wearing dull, dark clothes, even gained a piercing… There were obvious scars at the base of your neck, travelling down toward your chest… But your eyes. Your eyes looked so dead.
  • Jaehee had always thought that she herself looked stressed and tired enough… but seeing you today made her think twice. You looked far worse than her, and she hadn’t even thought that was possible.
  • She swallowed her thoughts, choosing to make small talk with you instead. “You’ve… changed a lot, MC,” she commented softly, unsure what to say.
  • You cocked your head at her. How were you supposed to respond to that?
  • “Uhm, maybe we could grab some coffee?” she tried, still trying to get over her shock of seeing you after your disappearance a year ago. Jaehee had no idea what exactly had happened to you, and reality hadn’t quite hit her that you were standing in front of her just yet, but… she was so, so glad to see you.
  • Your heart swelled at the delighted expression Jaehee wore, and you flashed a small, sad, tired smile at her. You’d missed her. She’d been the only female in the RFA, so you’d put in a lot of effort to befriend her. Jaehee had been one of your closest female friends in your entire life, despite the fact that you had only known her for a short period of time…
  • But no matter how you felt, you couldn’t do anything about it.
  • “I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace, closing your eyes briefly to savour the moment. But you quickly let go before she could even wrap her arms around you. “I… don’t want to put you in danger.”
  • With that, you turned on your heel, leaving a confused, sleep-deprived Jaehee behind to suffer from your absence yet again.


(Reminder: he’s unaware of Mint Eye in this.)

  • “MC!” His voice was urgent and desperate, very different from the gentle tone you remembered him by. “MC… I’m so glad you’re okay…”
  • His eyes were filling with tears, relieved to see you after so long. He noted your features… the bruises, the healing injuries, the broken look in your eyes as if you’d lost all meaning in life. Dread and guilt overwhelmed his relief, his body growing stiffer and stiffer the more details he noticed.
  • Because it was his fault.
  • He was the one who swore you’d be safe. And yet…
  • He almost choked on his tears as he managed to whisper, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, MC.”
  • Reality hit him. It was all his fault that this had happened to you. If only he hadn’t convinced Jumin… if only he’d ensured your security… if only it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have these scars.
  • “Leave me alone,” you muttered, brushing past him. He watched you walk away, your eyes downcast and lacking life. He could almost hear his own heart cracking more with every step you took.
  • Because he had no right to stop you. He had no right to interfere with your life and risk ruining it more than he already had.
  • Your brief meeting with him had started with a broken girl, and ended with a broken man.


  • His heart was hammering as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He took quick, long strides to make his way toward you, but you broke into a sprint, running away from him.
  • No. No. Not him. Not Jumin. No.
  • You knew how he’d felt about you. Hell, you knew you’d felt something with him, too. If you looked at him any longer, all the feelings, all the memories, would come rushing back. You couldn’t let him see you.
  • But he chased you.
  • God, there was no way he’d let you go again.
  • He ran the fastest he’d ever run in his entire life, ignoring everyone and everything around him, only focusing on catching you. But then he tripped just as he got within an arm’s reach, and you halted in your steps on instinct. A pained smile crossed his face as Jumin grabbed at your ankle tightly, making sure you couldn’t run off again.
  • “I knew you would stop for me,” he murmured softly. He stood up slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I thought I’d never get the chance to see you again. That I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am for letting you go that day… Even after a year, you’re still the same kind, gentle MC I know.”
  • You held back your tears, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the same, Jumin,” you started, your voice coming out as an unintentional whimper. “I… You don’t know what they did to me, Jumin… They t-touched me, and drugged me, and hurt me and killed me in so, so many ways… I… I’m so disgusted with myself…”
  • You didn’t know why you were telling all this to him. But you couldn’t help it. He was the man you had loved… The man you probably still held feelings for. Even if a year had gone by, the way his mere presence made you feel safe and loved never changed.
  • He gently cradled you in his arms. “I promise you, MC. I will do anything and everything in my power to protect you. I will never let this happen again, I promise,” he murmured in your ears, his chin resting upon your shoulder. You felt dampness on your shoulder, and you realized… Jumin Han was crying.
  • “How? Seven couldn’t even protect me,” you muttered, holding yourself back from returning his warm embrace.
  • He didn’t answer you. Instead, he acted immediately on his words. Jumin exposed your identity to the world, requesting an international TV station to release the news. Everyone would know you. If Mint Eye attempted to take you again, they wouldn’t be able to do so without raising the public’s suspicions. Furthermore, he assigned you trustworthy guards and increased security around his apartment with Seven’s help.
  • They had let you go once. They wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
  • It would take time to help you recover from your traumatic events, but.. They would never let anything happen to you, ever again.
  • Because they love you. They all do.


  • He would recognize you anywhere. Even worse, he recognized the glazed look in your eyes immediately, too.
  • Come with me right now,” he scowled, grabbing your hand roughly. You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, and you couldn’t fight against his strength.
  • As he led you angrily through the streets, throwing you into his car and locking the two of you inside, a million thoughts were filling his mind.
  • “Who did this to you?” Seven demanded. He was seething, his golden eyes flashing with detest.
  • You only glared back at him, refusing to answer his question. What good would it do you? Mint Eye had overpowered him and his security once. Even if you went crawling back to the RFA, they would only get you again. It was hopeless. Everything was fucking hopeless.
  • Hurt flashed across his face as he realized what you were thinking, and he lowered his eyes, guilt clouding them. “You think I’m useless, huh. I know. You entrusted your life with me and I only let you down. I can’t promise you that I can help, but please, at the very least, let me try. Tell me what happened, MC,” he pleaded softly.
  • “Even if I told you, what could you do?” you replied in a quiet, tired voice. “It’s an entire organization, Seven. Mint Eye, if you must know. Look, I don’t expect you to do anything.” An empty laugh escaped your lips. “You claim to be this amazing hacker, but you couldn’t even find one girl. You… you have no idea what I went through.”
  • With that said, you left his car, slamming the door shut behind you.

  • That night, when you returned to Mint Eye Headquarters, you noticed that everyone was in a frenzy, running around like mad dogs. “What’s going on?” you asked someone passing by.
  • Their eyes reflected yours with fear. “We’ve been exposed. Revealed to the world. We have to get out, NOW. They’ve sent the government and news stations after us. Each man for himself, run for your life!”
  • You stood there, shocked as you realized that Seven had taken action immediately. Your phone buzzed with a notification, and you noticed a distinctly familiar number texting you.
  • 707: It’s been a year, MC. I haven’t done nothing throughout this time. I always swore to myself that if I finally found you again one day, I would save you.
  • Your eyes welled up with tears as you read his messages.
  • 707: If you trust me, come to this address: [Address Here]
  • 707: We’re waiting for you, MC. Everyone’s waiting.
  • You started to run away from the building and towards your friends. Yoosung… Zen… Jaehee… Jumin… Seven… V…
  • The thought of their smiling faces, greeting you, was enough to bring a smile to your face. The first genuine smile since you’d been taken away from the RFA. 
  • It wouldn’t be the last.

anonymous asked:

I LOVE your thoughts on the reverse AU! How would their relationship change? In the drawing it seems it's Félix who has a crush and Bri doesn't care(?). What do they think fo the other? And what about their relationship as Chat Noir and Ladybug? Sorry, i'm just really curious ahah I really liked how much thought you put into this au and would love to read more XD

Thank you so much for the message! I gotta be honest, I really had to think about this because the reversal AU is something I did on a whim and the other ideas kind of just came when my brain decided not to leave it alone. So, for you, here’s what I got…

Bridgette just saw Felix as a casual new classmate until her friends took a liking to him. After being forced to think about this potential new friend, she can’t help but see him as some kind of anomaly. He’s the heir of a fashion empire, but dresses with the fashion sense of a rich 9yr old.  Also, the kid has the vocabulary skills of a university professor but can’t figure out how to stop greeting her with “Hi-llo” at least twice a week. She wasn’t even completely sure Gabriel had another son…no wonder he doesn’t talk about him much.

For Felix, Bridgette just caught his eye the first time he saw her and every observation he’s noticed about her then after just convinces him more that he’s in love with her. She has an obvious talent for fashion but he’s caught on to the fact that she’ll talk about wedding aesthetics and setting visuals with a brightness that isn’t quite present when she just critiques clothing. She’s well composed and seems to carry herself without regret. Maybe he’s attracted to the positive qualities he can’t seem to find in himself.

They still fight well as a team, with the occasional hiccups you’d expect from newbie heroes. Chat Noir’s never seen himself as much of a leader, so he’s more than happy to play second fiddle to Ladybug, and avoids the spotlight whenever possible. He just wants to be a good sidekick and his support for Ladybug is bordering on big bro levels of caring. Ladybug definitely still works hard to be a focused and capable leader and she mostly succeeds. She can go from shouting orders and fighting villains like a natural hero, to a timid, shy mouse the minute her and Chat Noir have a non-urgent moment to themselves. With all the oblivious friendzoning she gets from Chat, she appreciates the time she does get with him…even when it’s accidental.


…She might still have difficulty understanding personal space….

anonymous asked:

Hello~ I was reading your ask about fic recs centering around powerful Magnus, and you mentioned how some fics don't have Magnus as "a character in his own right," so I was wondering if you have any tips/general advice on what writers like myself should keep in mind when writing Magnus? Like Dos/Don't and which stereotypes to be careful of/avoid? (I figured I'd ask you since you love Magnus very much and i'm always scared of accidentally writing magnus as lesser, if that makes sense?) Thanks!

This is a good question! I should clarify that I’m not suggesting people shouldn’t write Alec-centric stories because obviously if you have a shorter story there maybe just isn’t room to explore another character. That’s totally fine and everyone has a certain character they identify with more. So that isn’t really what I mean when I call Magnus a prop. It’s more like there are certain trends I see in not just writing, but also meta and headcanons, that strikes me as problematic. For example:

Magnus the Waiting Waifu

Wherein he’s waiting for Alec to come home or call him or generally just existing only to be available instantly Alec. Magnus is the High Warlock, guys. He’s got better things to do. Between being the High Warlock and the Head of the Institute, Magnus and Alec probably have to fight tooth and nail to get time to spend together. I’d like to see more of this. I’d like to see Magnus waking up early to squeeze in a goodbye kiss before Alec leaves. I’d like to see Alec duck out between a hunt to bring Magnus coffee as he’s on his way to meet a client.

Like, there’s a ton of fics about Alec falling asleep on Magnus after coming home late, but few about the opposite even though in CoLS, it’s stated that Alec has trouble pulling Magnus away from his work and that it’s Alec who actually winds up going to bed alone on some nights. Speaking of which:

Magnus the Always Ready for Sex Bisexual

Magnus has hedonistic tendencies, but let’s not make it like he’s just ready to go at all times or that he’s always the one initiating between them. Sometimes he’s got other shit on his mind. Seriously, in the same scene in CoLS, Alec practically had his hands down Magnus’s pants and Magnus was literally like “Yeah ok maybe in 5 min.” 

Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind.

“Come on,” Alec said against Magnus’s ear. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

Magnus bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder at the papers on the table, his gaze fixed on ancient syllables in forgotten languages. “Why don’t you go on ahead?” he said. “I’ll join you—five minutes.”

“Sure.” Alec straightened up, knowing that when Magnus was deep in his studies, five minutes could easily become five hours. “I’ll see you there.”

It’s suggested this isn’t even a rare occurrence. Alec seems to know this trait of his after dating him only a few months.

Magnus the Unconditionally Supportive Boyfriend

Magnus is very patient and understanding with Alec. He’s kind, and as a whole he wants to see the right thing done. This is canon. But Magnus can also be petty and bitter and cynical. Sometimes he stirs shit just because he can and it amuses him (1.12, taking digs about Jace and Clary being siblings). This does not make him a bad person. I think it’s important to remember because while white characters tend to be allowed their flaws, POC are required to go above and beyond. Their mistakes are often less forgivable, blotting out any hint of good they otherwise have. So people either dismiss the character altogether or, if they like them enough, then the MOC is often rendered as Very Pure and his flaws completely ignored even if they may be addressed in canon as if acknowledging said flaws automatically ruins the character and makes them Bad rather than human. (This is just the other side of the same coin regarding what fandom does to white characters where their terrible deeds are acknowledged but woobified and excused and made totally okay.)

For instance, as early as 1.02, when Magnus chose to rescue his warlocks and leave Dot behind/ignore Clary’s need for help, there was bit of an outcry from fandom about how “Magnus would never do that.“ As if the entire fandom forgot moments in book canon where Magnus basically slammed the door in Jocelyn’s face when she came to him for help (Tessa had to convince him) or where he manipulated Clary into finding and giving him the Book of the White.

Magnus is 400 years old. He’s complex, occasionally ruthless, and has an exceptionally sharp tongue. Sometimes he projects his feelings. Sometimes his desire for self-preservation overrules his compassion. Sometimes he has his own agenda that takes precedent over other people. And yes, this includes Alec. (See 1.09 where he helps steal the cup.) Magnus’s priorities and self-interests being in conflict with Alec is not him being a bad boyfriend. It makes him a person and part of a growing relationship is two people navigating and making compromises. I’d like to see more people explore this rather than just constantly making Magnus Alec’s cheerleader.

Anyway, that’s the general gist of it. I have read good meta and fanfic, but there’s definitely a trend that can be seen, though this is really something that applies to all fandoms.

Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…


Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,


“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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anonymous asked:

Boi, hi, I've been waiting for this. Could I request the RFA boys (+ V & Searan)'s reactions to finding out MC is a Victoria's Secret model and finding out by MC dragging them to a show before disappearing leaving them sitting alone for awhile before they walk out and yeah (I'm so sorry this is so long and I totally get if you don't want to write this. Have a great day!)

A/N: b o i you sent this in literally *right* after I opened requests and I giGGLED SO HARD AT YOUR ENTHUSIASM it really made my day, so i hope you like this ~Admin 404



               -He was already red as hell and nervously sweating when you just mentioned taking him to the show

               -“Isn’t Victoria Secret that one… you know… sexy clothing store?”

               - yes, yes it is

               -The whole way there, he’s muttering to himself

               -Honestly trying to hold back tears because he feels so awkward

               -Wants to look at you and only you!! He doesn’t want you to feel bad about him looking at other partially naked women


               -Holds onto your wrist when you try to leave him there alone and you have to drag him a little bit before telling him that he’d be fine and you’d be back in just a little bit

               -He tries to fold himself up as much as possible to hide himself from the people giving him weird looks

               - it didn’t help

               -When the show started, a small shriek rose up from the back of his throat and he covered his eyes with his hands, though he peeked through his fingers because his curiosity got the best of him

               -But the first person he saw was you? And you were in some absolutely gorgeous, lacey, and very short nightgowns? Where are your pants? Are you in jUST UNDERWEAR? ARE THOSE WINGS??

               -The poor boy has a full blown nose bleed. His face is as red as Saeyoung’s hair. He’s stuttering and muttering to himself because he has absolutely no (comprehensive) words

               -He struggles to look you in the eye after the show! Kept trying for a solid hour to compliment you but the words kept getting stuck on his tongue.

               -That night he held you cautiously, but still close enough to feel his heart race

               -Like, wow, he’s dating a mODEL! He knew you were beautiful inside and out but it’s just amAZING! He would have never expected it


               -“Why are we going to a fashion show?”

               -“I’m beautiful, I should be one of the models!”

               - thanks for being modest zen

               -You didn’t tell him what kind of fashion show, but he agreed to go anyway

               -Famous people are always seen at these things, he feels like he fits in!

               -He was so ready to compliment the hell out of you to make sure you know he’s got all eyes for you

               -But when he turned back to you, you were gone?

               -P A N I C

               -Before he could look around for you though, the show started

               -And the people behind him were grumbling about him being in their way so he sat down and silently hoped that maybe you just excused yourself to the restroom

               -But as the show started, he watched as multiple models walked out in different sorts of lingerie

               -He felt so AWKWARD! He just wanted you to come back so he could focus on you instead of these other wome-

               -There was one model that captured his eye and he thought she was just absolutely breathtaking. Just by the curve of your face, let alone your hips, he knew it was you

               -He couldn’t help himself, he cheered for you like it was a football game people had to pull him down to his seat

               -He practically lifted you into the air and spun you around afterwards, showering you in more compliments than usual (which is a lot). Reminded you constantly throughout the rest of the night how proud he was of you!

               -Also had to use all of his willpower to fight the inner beast the rest of the night


               -She’s always wanted to attend fashion shows, but has always been way too busy

               -Not to mention she didn’t even get to go to any for work reasons damn jumin

               -So she was extremely excited to hear that you were going to bring her to one!

               -She likes any and all information about where the two of you go so she was very shaken by the fact that you wouldn’t tell her what kind of show this was

               -What if it was a super fancy fashion show and she wasn’t presentable? What if it was super casual and she’s too dressed up? WHAT IF IT WAS SECRETLY A STRIP CLUB AND YOU DIDN’T TELL HER

               -She was trying to get you to give her hints about what kind of show this was

               -Actually got frustrated when you didn’t give her any sort of hint

               - acts like a child and pouts, completely ignoring you

               -Simply nods her head in acknowledgement when you excuse yourself

               -The music started to play not long after that and she started to get really giggly and excited! But there was no sign of you?

               -She figured she would just record the show until you made it back, so you could watch it later on when you were home!

               -The moment she got her phone ready, she hit record and looked down at the lit up screen

               -But when she did look, all she saw was you? Walking down the catwalk? In some very revealing lingerie?

               -Had to do a double-take from the screen and up at the stage to make sure it was truly you

               -And holy shit??? Like, you go girl?? 10/10 she was so excited to see you up there, strutting your stuff!

               -Any outfit you had modeled, she planned on buying matching outfits for the two of you as soon as possible


               -He’s tried to avoid any type of show at all costs

               -It’s just not his type of scene, you know?

               -Watching all these women strut around in ridiculous outfits, acting high and mighty, wanting nothing but attention (so he thought)

               -He just wanted to take this day off, sit at home with his precious girls (you and Elizabeth, obviously), and relax

               -Instead, you had begged him to come to this show, which you wouldn’t even tell him the theme of

               -And of course he agreed, you’re his beloved and he wanted to do anything he could to make you happy

               -If that meant he had to watch this agonizing show, then he would

               - he only wished he could have his wine as well

               - honestly thought about sneaking in a flask because he hated these things that much

               -Whined like a child when you told him to stay put because you’d be right back

               -“But MC! I dislike these things, you can’t truly expect me to stay here alone, can you?”

               -You left anyway, and found your way to the stage, only to walk out and see Mr. Trustfund Kid’s jaw clench- his whole body moving forward to the edge of his seat, a hand covering his mouth and his eyebrows knitted together

               -He was pleasantly surprised to see you walk out in some gorgeous lingerie

               -But he was also immediately jealous of every other pair of eyes that set on you and your body

               -He swore to himself that you’ll know for sure that you’re his and only his later that night

               -Not to mention that every set of lingerie featured in the show would soon be in your closet for a private, up-close showing for him and only him


               -He doesn’t get out much

               -But if you wanna go somewhere, then he! Is! Going! Somewhere!

               -Whatever you want to do, he will do it for you!

               -You want to go to some sort of fashion show?

               -He probably won’t enjoy it, since it’s not really something he’s into, but he will still go with you to make you happy

               -Every fashion show he’s ever seen had such ridiculous outfits

               -He’s hoping they’re just as terrible this time so he has something to make jokes about and keep himself entertained

               -Lowkey threw a hissy fit when you told him you were leaving for a little bit

               -He was there for you! You can’t leave

               -“Fine if you won’t sit and stay then I’ll make fun of the outfits by myself”

               -When the music started he sat forward, completely ready to slaughter the first outfit with insults

               -Except it was really cute. And sexy. And oN YOU.

               -He literally fell out of his chair onto the floor, people had to help him get back up

               -Not before he turned as red as his hair, though

               -From then on, every time you came on stage, he would whoop and howl, causing you to almost lose your cool a couple of times

               - ends up surprising you weeks later wearing that same lingerie for you, wink wonk


               -He’s been to many shows

               -Well okay he’s photographed many shows

               -Never sat and enjoyed one himself

               -But completely willing to go with you! He enjoys the art of the fashion

               -Doesn’t even matter what kind of show, he is 500% ready and willing to go

               -Of course he has his camera too, but not to take pictures of the models!

               -He wanted to take pictures of your reactions, how the bright lights shine on your face, how you can see the passion in your eyes

               -HE WAS SO EXCITED, AAAAAA

               -When the music started he was worried about you missing the show

               -He didn’t want to photograph the sadness in your eyes!

               -But he looked up at the stage to see you, walking out from behind the curtain with upmost confidence

               -Shining bright, dripping in sexiness, and giving off a “I’m a badass” vibe

               -And he. was. lOVING IT.

               -It made him so nervous to see his precious angel like that but he knew he couldn’t miss the opportunity

               -So every time you came out in any outfit, he was sure to take the most amazing photos of you, in an attempt to capture how much love he has for you in each one

               - wants a private photoshoot behind the scenes afterwards, wink wonk


               -You thought Saeyoung hating getting out of the house?

               -We all know Saeran is 10 times worse

               -You are physically dragging him to this show because he’s so against it

               -“Why the fuck would I want to watch people parading around the stage in stupid outfits”

               -Because?? Just go with me anyway??

               -He’s holding onto your arm, letting his feet drag against the floor when you try to leave him in the crowd alone

               -“Saeran I need to go do something!” “Oh no, you are NOT leaving me alone with ALL THESE PEOPLE”

               -You did leave him alone though, and he is LIVID.

               -He planned on not talking to you for the remainder of the night because of it. Maybe he’d keep up the silent treatment until tomorrow. Who knows?

               -The loud music started to play and he already hated everything about this

               -He watched as a few women walked out on stage, each in a progressively more revealing outfit

               -Until his arms unfolded when he saw you in this sexy bra and panties set

               -Matching them to the large wings hanging behind you

               -Immediately snapping photos on his phone for later blackmail

               - and also using them as research references to get those outfits for later

               - practically pounces you behind the stage, attacking your whole body in kisses


cottonballwithmustache  asked:

Woohoo~ *throws candies on the air* It's halloween party time, m'lady!! May I request SLBP Lords in Halloween party hosted by Keiji scene! :3 p.s: i'm sure ladies would be curious how they gonna dress up based on their personality! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง


We all know that Keiji is going to throw a complete rager of a party. Free flowing liquor, lots of food, and wild dancing.
We also know that ALL the lords are going to show up, whether they want to or not. In costume and on constant guard. You never know when Keiji is going to swoop in for a kiss. 😉 

Well, he wouldn’t be called the Devil King if he didn’t come dressed as one, right? Our scarlet devil comes with a snazzy sharp and incredibly expensive tux and a black and red cape. Honestly, it’s a compromise, Nobu didn’t want to dress up but did it begrudgingly for MC. He didn’t want to “Look like a fool in front of men like the Tiger of Kai.” So he’s dressed to the 9’s and ready to party.
His MC comes as a demure angel (because yes they are the couple that chose to be the devil/angel combo). Just revealing enough, she looks striking in a clinging white silk dress and wings. He’s sure to be taking that halo of her’s off halfway through the night in one of the many empty rooms wherever Keiji decided to host his party.  

He puts a lot of thought into his costume, he really does. Whatever he chooses he’s going to put the most effort into. This year he picks a more traditional costume. Vampire, a classic. Also, oddly enough (and totally not planned) he manages to come dressed closely enough to Nobunaga, that everyone wonders…did they match on purpose?
Mitsuhide’s MC dresses like a cat, also a classic, complete with ears and a swishy tail. She spends the night teaching him all the dances to the music they are listening too. He doesn’t drink so she can. They retire from the party early, because he can’t get enough of how good she looks in that cat outfit and wouldn’t you know she has a perfectly shaped hickey the next day…Guess he really took his costume to heart, huh? 


What he really wanted to wear was one of those couples’ costumes, like the plug and plug-in. He was firmly denied. So he ends up going to the costume party dressed as a werewolf to his MC’s little red riding hood. Is it cheesy? Yes. Does he love it? Sure. If it means he gets to prowl the entire party and wander behind people and scare them. He’s about it.
His MC is less appreciative of his efforts. But she looks killer in her outfit, so she doesn’t mind as much. Hideyoshi of the 1000 lovers does get an earful for flirting too hard with Toshiie’s MC, some things never change.
Oh, and he did not manage to avoid Keiji’s kisses. He got a lot of Keiji kisses that night, tongue and all.

Everyone knows poor Toshiie is being forced to go as a puppy. With a collar, ears, and everything. Hideyoshi all but dressed him himself when he found out that Toshiie hadn’t gotten a costume yet. So expect lots of pouting, he doesn’t want to be at Keiji’s party anyways, but in his own words, he couldn’t leave his MC alone there with guys like that. Once the party kicks off and he starts drinking, he gets happier and manages to lose his shirt. Not that his MC minds the show (or any of the other people there, really, we all know Toshiie is gorgeous).
His MC plays along and also dresses up as a puppy, to lessen the sting. Hideyoshi was more than willing to buy her a more ‘dominating’ outfit so she could ‘show the puppy who his owner was’ but was respectfully and firmly denied. She ends up having to cart his drunk ass home after the party. But he rewards her later for it…and he keeps the collar on. 

This tsundere does NOT want to go to any stupid, foolish, insipid party. That is…he doesn’t want to go until Hideyoshi invites him. Once that happens, he’s going. He’s going for Hideyoshi, don’t mistake his reasoning for anything else. Nevermind that maybe his MC wanted to go, and maybe she convinced Hideyoshi to put in a good word. Mitsunari leaves the costume decisions to his MC, so they end up going as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet.
For most of the party Mitsunari sticks with Hideyoshi, that is until his MC starts chatting with Ieyasu about their shared classes. The moment that happens he has her on the dancefloor, safely away from that ‘golden-haired bastard’. Waltzing to the music doesn’t make sense, but it works.
Oh and he’s the one that gets too drunk because of Hideyoshi so his MC spends the rest of the night, once they are home, rubbing his back and comforting him as he vomits.

Ieyasu goes purely because Nobunaga is going. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t make a scene. But he wears that unsettling smile of his the entire time. He also doesn’t “dress up” really. He styles himself more like Phantom of the Opera or Interview with the Vampire while wearing a masquerade mask. He drinks in moderation and listens to what ~everyone~ has to say. He can’t stop himself from his snide comments though and almost manages to get into fights with Mitsunari and Yukimura, although both come to naught.
His MC wears a slinky black dress and a mask too (just to match, Ieyasu, jeez) and spends the rest of the night dodging references from 50 shades of grey. Jokes that have Ieyasu pouting and flustered by the end of the night. She’s willing to handle a bit of fussing from him because she knows where it leads, especially when he’s been eyeing her like that all night.
Maybe some of those Christian Grey rumors weren’t wrong. 

Talk about being PUMPED for this party. Yukimura is so excited to dress up with his MC and have a good time with all his friends. He dresses up in the soccer uniform of his favorite team and even brings a soccer ball to the party. He and Inuchiyo DO have a drinking match at some point in the evening, for sure.
His MC dresses as a nurse, and no not a suggestive nurse. She spends most of the night actually administering first aid at this party. All the people getting drunk and falling keep her busy. Not to mention that her poor boyfriend can’t seem to keep himself from running into things when he gets wasted.
That isn’t to say she doesn’t own a sexy nurse costume, she just saves it for after the party, where she can use it on Yukimura.

Saizo goes because Yukimura wants to go and Saizo’s MC wants to go. So, He guesses he is going. He dresses as a stylized version of himself. So imagine the professor vibe up to 11, complete with glasses. He’s pretty much drop dead gorgeous. He spends most of the party keeping his girlfriend out of the clutches of Keiji and making sure Yukimura and co. stay out of trouble. He is the one to ensure that the people who work for the tiger of kai make it home safe that night. Although no one realizes it. His is a thankless job.
His MC dresses like a school girl, plaid skirt, blazer, thigh highs and everything. Mostly to taunt her boyfriend. Keiji thinks she looks precious and is pretty glued to her most the night. When he starts drinking she starts passing him off to unsuspecting people to avoid getting kissed. Although she does give him a peck on the cheek for his efforts, much to Saizo’s chagrin.
But then again, he does get to punish her for bad behavior, doesn’t he?


He and MC go as pirates! Mostly because it’s a costume where his eyepatch doesn’t stick out so much, so it makes him feel more comfortable. They take the time to handmake their costumes together, because its something they can use to spend time with one another, and his MC is great at sewing.
There IS a costume contest and they are the winners, granted their prizes are just Keiji kisses, but still. Masamune drinks and gets a little tipsy, and it is revealed that he is a lot more touchy when drunk, so he spends the rest of the night basically glued to his girlfriend, not that she minds.
Shigezane takes lots of embarrassing pictures of the two of them to show them when they sober up. 

“We should dress up as Bontenmaru, MC”

Kojuro really does want to dress up as bontenmaru the turtle. But his MC and Shigezane hardcore veto that.  So he ends up going as Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon. Complete with a cape…and a rose…and random declarations. Finally, his MC gets to decide if her teen crush on Tuxedo mask lives up to her man. Her man dressed as Tuxedo mask takes the cake.
Kojuro’s MC dresses up as Sailor Moon, duh.  She basically has to. They come in 2nd place to Masamune and his MC for costumes in the contest. Although Kojuro and his MC end up taking the most pictures, especially posing and quoting the show.
A bunch of the girls at the party end up taking a sailor senshi style photo with Kojuro’s MC in the middle. It’s a magical night.

Kenshin is too pretty for normal costumes. He goes in traditional clothing, heavily embroidered, and he might be wearing makeup? No one is sure if his ethereal beauty is natural or not. His MC is the group photographer, so she wears normal clothes and just takes pictures.
Not that she minds, she prefers it this way. She takes so many stylized shots she considers making them into a book at the end of the night.

Shingen 110% shows up to this party in a tiger pint loincloth and cat ears and that is it. He spends the night mostly with Yukimura and Kenshin and ignoring little Nobunaga and his death glare. They can settle their political arguments outside of social time after all.
His lady goes as a lion tamer, although he’s no lion, the idea doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s got a whip and everything. He doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind later on.


He’s had his costume planned since last year. He goes as a referee, he even has a whistle. He uses this to spend the entire night jumping into random situations at the party, blowing the whistle and shouting “PARTY FOUL.”  He even gives people red cards, where is he carrying all those red cards? He also takes part in the Yukimura/Inuchiyo drinking contest. He has a blast. He is the only person to willingly kiss Keiji apart from Kenshin.
His MC goes as princess bubblegum from Adventure time. She wanted to do a Disney princess, but couldn’t pick one. Either way, the princess starts a game of captain dickhead and gets most of the other MCs drunk, because she’s so good at holding her liquor. At the end of the night, he gives her a piggyback ride home because he’s a gentleman

Hotaru has to go because big-brother Saizo is going and so is Kenshin. Obviously. So he and his MC dress up that day after finding out. He goes as a forest spirit. Lots of leaves. The look suites his innocent face. His wide eyes shining under his flower crown.
His MC goes as a deer. Her makeup sealing the deal, and she even wears a headband with little antlers. They end up fast friends with Masamune and his MC and end up sort of separating from the wildness of the party to form a smaller, quieter party. At the end of the night, he and his MC go stargazing.

Oichi, Umeko, and Kiku:
What, you thought they wouldn’t come? They totally come. Luckily for Kojuro’s MC, they come dressed as other Sailor Senshi! Because those girls are the best. Oichi is Sailor Mars, Umeko is Sailor Venus and Kiku is Mercury. <3

Now, where is Keiji in all this? Wandering the crowd, drinking, and kissing everyone of course! He comes to his party dressed as Cupid so he can give “shots” of love (actual alcoholic shots, and shots that are just kisses!) It’s a great party and everyone remembers it for one reason or another.
It’s a great party, the end.

Tagging: @lady-of-oshu and @han-pan  and anyone else who wants to read this? :3 

theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)

“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

Kinda Hot

Summary: When you accidentally bump into your brothers at a strip club, you didn’t expect to be able to enjoy yourself with their presence. You also did not expect to end up going home with your favourite act. 

Words: 4.7k

Pairing: Stripper!Ruby x Sister!Reader

Warnings: (probably very terrible) f/f smut, mild alcohol mentions, my inability to obey the rules making this not entirely au

A/N: so i decided to take part in @teamfreewill-imagine​’s birthday celebrations and spat something up randomly… it’s ruby so not many people will read it but it’s also not specified which ruby (i think i managed to refrain from hair and eye colour) so you can have all the fun you want with it. hope it’s ok, idk i kinda miss writing and this was really fun. oh, and i apologise for the pathetic attempt at writing smut…

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Touchy Feely

Genre: Fluff

Request: Hiii can I have a Mark scenario please!? Like when the members are around he acts tough and manly and as they leave he turns into a cutie patootie and they accidently see him!! Thanks

A/N: Here it is!! I really hope you like this anon! I tried to make Mark seem tough but it didn’t really work because let’s be real Mark is a cutie patootie down to the core but I tried!!

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anonymous asked:

Hi yes I just read your headcannon of the first six lords if they had a daughter and I was wondering if you could do the others? Mainly Shingen and Mitsunari. But I'm sure others would love to see the other lords as well!!

Here you go! I did all six, sorry for taking so long :) The rest under the cut to save dashboards again. Happy reading!

Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Yukimura, Saizo, Masamune and Kojuro


  • Excited.
  • So excited.
  • You have to calm him down
  • “But what if she wants to date that asshole…?”
  • “She’s three, Inuchiyo” *sigh*
  • For him is almost like being a child again
  • Like taking care of you over and over
  • But he knows this time is different
  • Because that annoying brat is, in fact, his daughter
  • And your daughter too
  • Yes, you did it, Toshiie, congrats
  • Sometimes he is annoyed as hell
  • Because he wish he could have more time alone with you
  • But he can’t complain
  • When he sees his little girl sleeping right between you two
  • Especially when she snuggles right into his chest, like you used to do
  • He feels like crying
  • But he won’t cry
  • Because he’s a grown up man


  • Possesive™
  • He likes to go everywhere with his girl
  • Just to show off
  • You can see his big smile every time someone says how cute the girl is
  • Except when it comes from a man
  • He loves playing with her
  • And making crown flowers for her
  • And he feels so proud when she makes one for him
  • So much he feels like squeezing her right there, against his chest
  • But he just waits, patiently, for her to place it on his head
  • “You make a pretty princess, papa!”
  • “But I’m sure you’re the cutest princess here, love”
  • When Sakon tried to play with her
  • He rejected him right away
  • “But…”
  • “No”
  • “Why”
  • “No”
  • You could see Sakon’s defeated face, and how Hideyoshi was tightening his grip on her
  • So jealous
  • And she was only three
  • But that was just how much he adored that little girl
  • Because he looked so much like you
  • He knew he had to protect her

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anonymous asked:

word promp "who were you with" and "just stay with me" please and thank you :)

Ok so this turned out longer than I anticipated, oops. 

Mulder knows he shouldn’t be here, that what he’s doing is wrong. Scully would kill him if she knew he was here, sat in his car just a short walk from her apartment, waiting for her to get home…waiting to see who she’s with.

He knows it’s none of his business who she’s with, not any more. What Scully gets up to in her own time stopped being his business the moment she’d told him she was leaving, packed up her belongings and left him licking his wounds out on the porch of their house. She couldn’t do it anymore, she’d told him. She couldn’t live with him like he was - shutting himself away and shutting her out - and to be honest he couldn’t blame her. But it had now been eight months since she’d left, and medication coupled with therapy had made him realize just how badly he’d treated her, and how much he missed her. They’d been seeing a little more of one another in recent weeks, thanks to them working on the X Files once again, but they were still a long way off from being okay. And now, having seen what he’s seen tonight, he’s not sure they’ll ever be okay again.

He’d gone to her apartment earlier that evening, trying to think up a reason to visit her, to drop in and try and worm his way into her apartment and back into her heart. But before he could get out of his car to walk to her apartment he’d spotted his partner as she stepped outside, dressed in a way he hadn’t seen her dress in years, walking towards another vehicle, not her own. The driver got out to greet her, a man who Mulder surmised was in his early fifties, sporting sandy-colored hair and dressed equally as smartly, hugging her briefly before showing her to the car. The scene had been like a punch to the gut for Mulder as he watched his partner with another man, clearly dressed for a date, and laughing at something he’d said to her. It was a happy Scully, a Scully he hadn’t seen in a long time, and it was then he realized. She was happier without him. He watched the two of them get into the car and drive off, and contemplated leaving himself, maybe following them even, but then decided against it. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave his partner’s neighborhood, and had been sat here ever since, just waiting for them to return, to see whether she invited her “friend” in, and to see whether he could read anything else into their relationship.

A knock on the window jolts Mulder from his thoughts, and he immediately sits up in his seat, his eyes darting to his left, to where Scully stands outside of the vehicle looking in, her expression unreadable. That scares him. After years working and living together he thought he knew every single one of her expressions, but since she’d left him he’s realized it isn’t the case, and now he wonders whether he really knows her at all. He knows it’s his fault for pushing her away, but the thought still hurts him all the same. 

Winding the window down, Mulder prepares to face the wrath of Scully, and is surprised when she finally speaks. “Come inside Mulder.” She sounds more exhausted rather than pissed, and Mulder isn’t sure whether she is tired in general or tired with him.

“Are you sure?” He can’t stop himself from asking, even though he knows he shouldn’t give her time to reconsider. He half wonders whether her date is inside, but knows deep down that Scully wouldn’t want the two of them meeting again like this. She knows that Mulder had a jealous streak, as does she, and would rather face him alone. Besides, he’s sure he’s about to get yelled at, and even if she’s angry Scully wouldn’t like any witnesses to hear about her private business.

“Come inside,” she repeats. “I don’t want to do this out here.”

Resigning himself to his fate, Mulder removes the keys from the ignition and gets out of the car, closing the door and locking the vehicle behind him. Scully is already making her way towards her apartment building and so he follows, wondering how she made it home without him noticing. He definitely hadn’t spotted a car dropping her off and he was pretty sure he hadn’t dropped off to sleep, even for a few minutes. Maybe she walked home, he thinks to himself, feeling a little hopeful that the date hadn’t been too successful.

They make their way up to Scully’s apartment in silence, with Mulder shooting looks at his partner out of the corner of his eye. Scully keeps her gaze trained on the floor the whole time, either deep in thought or deliberately trying to keep it together to avoid yelling at him in a public corridor. When she still hasn’t spoken to him by the time she unlocks her front door and lets them both into her apartment, he takes matters into his own hands.

“You look good,” he says politely, eyeing the black dress she’s wearing beneath her jacket. It’s a conservative dress but it clings in all of the right places, offering Mulder just a glimpse of the cleavage beneath. She looks beautiful. "Have you been out somewhere nice?“

“Don’t act dumb Mulder,” replies Scully as she removes her jacket and hangs it on the coat rack on the back of her apartment door. Mulder tries not to think about who she wore that dress for. “Let's not pretend you haven’t been sitting outside my apartment all night.”

“I needed to speak to you about a case.”


“I…” He sighs, aware that she can see right through him. “What are you doing back so early?” He grimaces as soon as he said the words. So much for trying to act cool and deny everything.

“My neighbor called me. She’d seen a man sitting in a car outside, who the moment I left the building came inside and was, in her words "snooping around outside my apartment.” He looked somewhat familiar to her, as she’d seen the very same man doing the same thing last week too, and she wasn’t sure whether he was back to rob me, or because he really needed to speak to me. There’s only one guy I know who’d spend his evenings outside of my apartment Mulder, so I came back to see what you were doing here.“

"Sorry I ruined your date.”

Scully resists the urge to roll her eyes. “What are you doing here Mulder?”

“Did you have a good time?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Who were you with?” He can’t help it. He knows, like Scully said, that it’s none of his business, but yet he can’t stop himself from asking. He wants to know all about this other man in S’s life, to know who she’s confiding in, who’s warming her bed, who’s making her happy.

“Like I said, it’s -”

“None of my business, I know, I know it’s not Scully, but I want it to be.”

“Mulder, we can’t do this right now.”

“Why not now? Why do we keep avoiding this conversation Scully?”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“There’s a lot to say. I’ve got a lot to say, and I’m tried of skipping over it.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Say it and then leave.”

“I know I gave up the right of knowing who you’re with and what you’re doing with your free time, and I regret that every single day.” Honesty was the best policy, he told himself. “Look, I know that you’ve moved on and you’re happy but I’m not Scully, I’m really not. And the thought of you dating someone else…I know it’s what you deserve, but we both know I’m a selfish asshole, and I can’t bear that thought. I’m not ideal Scully, I’m no Prince Charming, but I’m also different to the guy who pushed you away. I’m changing, and it’s slow-going but it’s going. I sought help, I’m seeing a therapist, and I’m doing my best to become someone you can maybe one day like to know again. I can’t blame you for wanting to move on, and I know I don’t deserve any more chances, but I’m still asking for one.”

“You know nothing.”

Her words are not what he’s expecting. “What?”

“You think I’ve moved on, but you’re wrong.” Sitting down on the sofa, Scully rubs at her eyes wearily. “I can’t just suddenly forget about everything we’ve ever been through and discard the fact that at one time you made me happy,” she explains. “Despite what you think, I'm not seeing anyone else. God, where would I even start with that?” She throws her head back to the ceiling, huffing out a bitter laugh. “Hi, I’m Dana. One time I was abducted and as a result I’m missing three months of my life and can’t officially have children. I still have nightmares about giving away my miracle baby, and please don’t even ask about my sister who was murdered in my apartment…”

“It makes for an interesting Tinder profile,” Mulder quips, moving to sit down on the sofa next to her, still keeping his distance.

Scully ignores him, continuing. “And I’m not happy Mulder. I left because you told me to, because we were both so unhappy and were just punishing one another and I couldn’t see any other way out of that, but I don’t feel any better now.”

“I’ve made you miserable.”

“I miss you.”

Her admission warms his heart. “I miss you too Sculy. So does the cat.” She looks over him, giving a questioning glance.

“We don’t have a cat.”

“One pops by from time to time for some food. We’ve become reluctant friends; we’re both lonely old men who take pity on one another.”

She gives him a sad smile. “You’re not that old.”

“Sometimes I feel it.”

“That’s what you get for sitting out in your car on a cold winter’s night.” She shakes her head, still finding it hard to believe. “What if I had brought Robert home with me?”

Robert. He hated him already. “What would you have done?”

“I’d have left the two of you alone to enjoy your evening.”


“I would have.”

“Don’t tell me,” says Scully, her lips twitching up into a small smile. “Then you’d have traced his plates, followed him home and "had a word” with him.“


“You know, Robert is just a co-worker who gave me a lift to a work function. A happily married co-worker with a beautiful family. And besides,” she adds, reaching down the front of her dress to lift up the chain she wore around her neck. “He knows I’m off limits too.” Mulder follows her gaze, his eyes landing on the familiar gold band on the end of the chain.

“You still wear it?” he asks, feeling more hopeful than he had in a long long time.

“We’re still married.” She looks down at his left hand. “And you still wear yours.”

“We’re still married,” he repeated. “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you filed for divorce.”

“We both know that wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, we both agreed this was just temporary, didn’t we?”

He nods, remembering their agreement. At the time he thought Scully was just humoring him, that once she had her life back she’d file for divorce. "I wasn’t sure whether you’d change your mind, and realize you were better off without me.“

"I’ve just told you that’s not the case Mulder.”

He sighs, and shifts ever so closely to his partner. “So I guess we’re both equally miserable then.”

“I guess so.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“S'ok. I’m telling myself that you had my best interests at heart really.”

“I did. I do. I can give you a lift back if you’d like. I promise I won’t try to tag along and embarrass you in front of your doctor friends.”

“I appreciate the offer, but if anything I’m grateful for the excuse to leave early.”


“I don’t like playing nice with people.”

“Come off it. Out of the two of us you’re definitely the nicer one.”

“Maybe I prefer the quieter life nowadays.”

“The quieter life?”

“You know, watching a movie, curled up on the sofa in front of the fire with a takeout.”

“I miss that,” Mulder said softly, remembering how good it felt to hold Scully in his arms. It was so long ago since they’d done that, and he missed it. He missed her.

“Me too.”

“I guess I should be going. Give you a chance to have a quiet evening in before it gets too late.”

Scully holds his gaze for a long time. She’s deep in thought, something clearly weighing heavily on her mind. “No Mulder, just stay with me.”


“You heard me. Stay. Please.” She sighed. “At least I know you’re not threatening my male colleagues if you’re under my roof this evening.”

“I thought -”

“I’m not saying that everything’s fine.”

“I know.”

“Or that I’m not a little pissed you’ve been spying on me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And we’re not going back to where we were overnight.”

“I know Scully, and I don’t want us to go back to where we were. I want to go forward.”

She nodded. “Tonight I just want to spend some time with you. I want to watch crappy movies with you and fall asleep on the couch. I want to pretend everything’s ok.”

He wanted that too. He wanted everything to be ok. “Everything will be ok Scully.”

Looking up at him hopefully, Scully gave him a sad smile. “Do you think so?”

“When have I ever been wrong?”

“Do you want a list?”

“Ha-ha.” He reached out, wrapping an arm around his wife, relieved when she sank into his embrace. “I’m not wrong about this. We’ll be ok.”

“If you say so.” Curling up beside him, Scully snaked an arm around his torso, leaning her head against his chest and sighing contentedly as she took hold of his hand, running a finger over his wedding band. Things were going to be ok, Mulder thought to himself. He’d make sure of it.  

“I meant what I said, you do look pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s a good look. I can’t remember the last time I saw you in a dress.”

“That’s because you haven’t invited me to dinner lately.”

“Is that a hint?” he asked, smiling down at her. “I thought you liked the quiet life?”

“Smart ass.”

“I guess this smart ass should order dinner while you find us some crappy movies to watch.”

“Hmm…In a minute.” Neither seemed particularly eager to move, content to sit in each other’s arms. “Mulder?”


“Next time you want to spend time with me, just ask.”

Fate, Luck, and Love

Prompt:  Sometimes you need a little bit of scheming to make two people fall in love. Soulmate AU.

Pairing: Oak x reader

A/N: Day 7. It’s been real guys. Thanks for all the support and love. I appreciate all of you.

Fate had the responsibility to weave lives together and make sure that separated souls would find their way back to each other. However, there was one limitation: she couldn’t intervene with their lives, no matter how much she wanted to. Time had to run its course.


She’d never seen two unfortunate souls such as theirs. Perhaps it was her nurturing side– they were her very first pair of souls she matched after all – but she couldn’t help but dote on the two. They were perfect for each other. Her: outspoken and strong-willed. Him: kind and witty. But for whatever reason, they had yet to find each other.


She solemnly watched as centuries passed, mourning the times where they were so close but yet so far.


The first time they met, she was slaughtered by his people. He was an explorer of sorts, sent to discover new land and resources. She happened to be in the clearing they found, dressed in clothes they’ve never seen. She panicked, screamed obscenities in her language and as she turned to escape and tell her people of their arrival, one of his men fired a bullet from their weapons and killed her.


The next time they met, she was a servant. His wife, a jealous woman, who took notice of his partiality towards her, had her sold to a different home.


The third time they met, he was a politician. James Madison was his name, if she remembered correctly. The poor girl was too shy to confess her love to him and so he married a wealthy socialite instead. He prospered in his career while she admired him from afar.


The fourth time they met, it was almost the happy ending Fate wanted. She was a nurse and he was a soldier. They met at a bar, married, and just as she was to give birth to their son, he was killed in a battle across the sea.


The most recent time they met, their love was taboo. She never understood why it was wrong for two men to love each other. Fate was unhappy that after their short affair; they moved on and lived the rest of their lives, married to women that they did not love.


Fate frowned.


Perhaps it was time to visit Fortuna and Venus.


Present Day

Oak watched, impressed, as a woman zoomed past him and continued to weave through the crowd on her skateboard.

“Oh fuck!” she screeched when a woman in front of her decided to stop and bend down to tie her shoe.

She jumped off her skateboard, avoiding the imminent collision with the woman, but couldn’t seem to gather her balance from the sudden change in momentum. She stumbled, falling to the ground, but prevented herself from falling face first by sticking out her hands to catch herself. Unfortunately, her cup of coffee was crushed in the process.

Oak, frustrated that none of the people who passed by her bothered to check on her, quickly rushed to her side. “Hey, that was quite a fall. Are you alright?”

To his surprise, she jumped up to her feet, wiped away the dirt on her jeans, and ran to stop her skateboard from rolling down the street.

The woman who was tying her shoes spun to give the girl a glare. “Hey watch where you’re going, will you?”

“Who fucking decides to suddenly tie their shoe in the middle of the sidewalk anyways?” she replies venomously, stepping forward to the woman.

“Maybe a normal person?!”

Oak stood in between the two women. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” he says, “you guys are causing a commotion.”

The older woman harrumphed, mumbling something under her breath, but then turned to leave. Oak sighed in relief and turned to the fuming girl behind him. She shook a fist at the woman walking away and he couldn’t help but laugh. What kind of person in this day and age did that gesture anymore?

“Oh damn it,” she cursed once she’d gotten a good look at her squashed coffee cup, “happy fucking Monday to me.”

“Are you okay?” Oak asked tentatively, not too sure if he made the best decision to approach her. She seemed…crazy.

“I – sorry,” she mumbled, relaxing when she saw the look on his face, “I haven’t had the best morning.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, “we all have those days.”

She smiled. “I feel like I have more of these type of days than the good days.”

Oak liked her smile; it softened her features and made her seem less intimidating. “Well I hope today gets better for you,” he said sincerely.

Her smile got bigger and for some strange reason, Oak couldn’t seem to make himself leave. She was definitely cute, albeit odd and foul-mouthed, but there was something about her that made him feel like he’d met her before. Perhaps she was a friend of Anthony’s or Jasmine’s? She seemed like she would know them.

“My name is Y/N, by the way,” she said, tucking her skateboard under her armpit before she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He laughed and took her hand. “My name is Oak.”

“Oak? Like the tree? Is it because you’re huge or something?” she blurted out as she looked at his crotch.

Oak stifled a laugh. “What?”

She yanked her hand out of his hold and slapped it over her mouth. “I, fuck, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I just meant that you looked big,” she blushed, “like, tall. You’re tall… and I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Oak threw his head back and laughed, amused. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

She let out a squeak and, if it was possible, turned redder. “I didn’t mean it like that – “

“Relax, Y/N,” Oak interrupted her, “I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you.”

“Have we met before?” she asked after a moment of silence.

So she felt it too.

Normally, he didn’t approach strangers, let alone have a conversation with them. But with her, the conversation came easy, as if they’ve known each other for centuries. It was peculiar, but he couldn’t ignore the connection he felt with her.

Oak looked up at the sky when he felt a droplet of rain hit his nose. “I know this is kind of crazy, but do you want to get some coffee with me?”

A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face. “I’d love to,” she replies, “and I think you’re right… My day is definitely turning out to be a good one.”

Fate looked up at a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. The loud boom of thunder that followed made her wince.

Uh oh, He was mad.


She, along with Fortuna and Venus, had just broken a cardinal rule.


Fate laid the plans for them to meet.


Fortuna made sure that it happened.


Venus made sure that the attraction was there.


“I really like this place,” Fortuna hummed, blowing a kiss at a man who stopped walking to stare at her beauty, “we should come down and visit more.”


Another bolt of thunder, this one much louder than the last, cut through their conversation.


“Alright, that’s our cue,” Fate sighs, “maybe Venus can convince Him for a lesser punishment.”


She ignored Venus’s haughty reply and turned to look at the couple, smiling when she saw them running down the street to avoid the rain.


She had a feeling that this time, the two would finally have the happy ending they deserved.

yeolseyes  asked:

Hiyaaa!~ can you do RFA+V+searan (if ur comfortable) reaction when MC is really bubbly and talkative in the groupchat but irl she's awkward and shy lololol (lowkey me but oh well) also really didn't wanna use this acc of mine to request but goddamn I'm tempted PS: LOVE UR ACC <3


MC Who is Bubbly in the Chats but Shy IRL

For the sake of making this easy we’re just gonna pretend MC is meeting them for the first time IRL at the party


·      You were an absolute joy to have in the chat!!

·      Literally everything you did made him smile.

·      He was so happy you were bubbly just like him!

·      Come the day of the party, he’s practically bouncing around in his shoes, glancing every which way in order to see the unfamiliar face he was hoping to be yours.

·      A sudden tap on his shoulders stopped him though.

·      “Hi there can I help-“ He looked down at you.

·      “H-Hi! I-I‘m, uh… I’m MC!” Your eye contact was wary, barely glancing up once to meet his own.

·      Wait wat


·      “M-MC? Wow! Uh… It’s amazing to finally meet you.” He grasped your hand in his, a sweet smile meeting your face.

·      You immediately felt guilty, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

·      “Hey, listen, I’m sorry if I’m not as talkative as I usually seem. It’s a lot easier to be outgoing when there’s a screen in between, you know?” You laughed awkwardly.

·      Yoosung blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

·      “Y-You know, I’m the last person who could make fun of you for being shy or awkward because I’m not exactly to confident myself…” Now it was HIS turn to avoid eye contact.

·      You looked up and gripped his hand, forcing his eyes to meet yours once again.

·      “Thank you Yoosung. W-Would you, uh… I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! But the music is nice and-“

·      “D-Do you want to dance, MC?”

·      “. . . Yes please.”


·      Your bubbliness helped offset the sour mood he sometimes received from a certain someone *coughcoughJumincoughcough*

·      So come arrival time to the party, he has already practiced the pick up lines he felt would get the cutest laugh out of you.

·      He was talking with Jaehee when he saw her turn. “Oh, MC! Please, come here.”

·      You were walking over and as soon as he laid eyes on you he forgot every word in the English language except for hi.

·      You looked amazing.

·      “Hi, Zen, I’m MC.” You stuck out your hand, and that was what brought him back to earth.

·      He grabbed your hand and bent over, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

·      “I guess I’ve got some competition for being the best looking in the room.” He winked.

·      Oh ya that’ll get u

·      Except you didn’t laugh and respond playfully as you normally would have.

·      Your face went red and the only thing you could make eye contact with was the floor.

·      “T-Thank you, Zen.” You muttered, gently rubbing your knuckles where he had kissed you.

·      Oh no

·      He had done an uh oh

·      “Whoa, I’m sorry MC. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just-

·      “It’s okay Zen, you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You took a deep breath, finally making eye contact.

·      “I’m actually very shy. Over the chat, it’s easy to be fun and outgoing, but in person, it’s much scarier. Not that you’re scary! You’re gorgeous! I MEAN-” Zen’s laughter cut you off.

·      “MC, don’t worry. I like you just the way you are.” He gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

·      Your face heated up at the compliment, but you smiled nonetheless.

·      He made you feel safe.


·      Despite having not met you, she already felt closer to you than she had initially expected.

·      It was amazing to finally get a chance to meet you in person!

·      Once you showed up, tho, she was taken away.

·      You looked amazing

·      You two made eye contact the both of you smiled.

·      “Hi Jaehee,”

·      Wait a secarooni

·      Was that a BLUSH?

·      On MC’S FACE?!!

·      But she was usually so bold in the chat…

·      “Hi MC! It’s so lovely to meet you.” You two shook hands, and she introduced you to the rest of the RFA.

·      They all had the same reactions of “r u sure this is the right MC.”

·      She could tell you were upset by it.

·      “MC, what’s wrong?” She asked once you two are alone.

·      “I just, I feel like such a disappointment, you know? It’s easy to be fun and bright when it’s over the phone, but now that it’s face to face it’s much harder.”

·      Ur pout was killing baehee

·      “None of us are disappointed to meet you! We all think you’re fantastic just the way you are.” Her fingers pet through your hair, a comforting movement she used to love.

·      “Even you?” MC looked up, eyes big.

·      Jaehee laughed, “Especially me.”


·      Jumin was the most surprised by your personality change.

·      He expected you to come bounding through the doors with endless energy

·      Maybe jump into his arms, as you had joked about on the chat

·      Zen did not approve.

·      So when you arrived without him noticing he was perplexed to say the least.

·      It was halfway through the party when he found Jaehee conversing with you.

·      Ok it time less go

·      “Assistand Kang, it’s a pleasure to see you.” He played like he didn’t see you at first

·      don’t wanna seem desperate lolol

·      “Hello Mr. Han, this is MC, MC, this is Mr.-“

·      “Jumin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook your hand firmly, a warm smile gracing his otherwise stoic features.

·      “I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you two to talk.” Jaehee gone yall

·      “Hi Jumin! It’s… It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I-I’ve really enjoyed our conversations in the chat.” You blushed, eyes struggling to make contact with his own.

·      Lord have mercy on him

·      You were so cute

·      Of course he loved your bubbly persona, but this

·      THIS

·      He hadn’t realized he was just staring at you until you spoke again.

·      “Jumin? Are you okay?” no he wasn’t MC-

·      “Yes, of course, I’m just… very happy to finally meet you.”

·      Awe how cute

·      You smiled at him, looking around him to the dance floor and shuffling your feet.

·      “Would you, uh, would you wanna-“

·      “I would be honored to join you in a dance.” His hand grabbed yours, leading you onto the floor.


·      Okay YEAH he did a background check but background checks don’t give away personality types.

·      He was just as shocked as the rest of the RFA upon meeting you.

·      “MC! Hey! God 707 has finally gotten the chance to bless your life.” He jumped out in front of you, but instead of a quick witted response, you just… stared at him.

·      “I-I. . . uh…”

·      “Hellooooo! Earth to MC!! It’s me, Seven!” He pretended to knock on your head.

·      “I know who you are! I-I just don’t know what to say.” You admitted sheepishly, and he cought on pretty quickly to what your problem was.

·      “Oh I get it! You’re shy! Well, don’t worry, I have enough outgoingness for the both of us.” He winked, weaving his arm around yours.

·      707 got u

·      nothing gets past this guy

·      okay a few things get past this guy

·      most things

·      nvm…

·      He was by your side the entire night, helping you deal with guests and such so you wouldn’t be so anxious.

·      He almost followed u into the bathroom this angel

·      “seven I need to pee”

·      “but what if another guest tries to talk to you?”

·      “seven OH MY GOD-“

·      You found you were beginning to act like the person they talked to in the chat more and more

·      And that wasn’t too bad.

Worst Nightmare

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a newtxreader where they are traveling for his book and the reader encounters a boggart? And the boggart is of Newt dying/severely injured/leaving her, etc.? And then he takes care of the boggart and comforts the reader? Really angsty but then all fluff? Thank you so much!!<3   AND   Hi i love your writing and was wondering if you could do a Newt x reader where they’re both in the case and newt is in his workshop and his boggart gets loose while the reader is in the fields and readers worst fear is newt being tortured so she cant use the riddikulus charm and then newt comes and sees her worst fear and then captures the boggart again and comforts her (lots of fluff please) :))) (sorry if its long)

Word Count: 1,423

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @benniesgalaxy @whatinbenaddiction @studyforthreehands @thosefantasticbeast2

The first scream comes from behind you.

The diricawls at your feet freeze. Their food, forgotten. Their hunger, ignored. Each and every one of their eyes is focused on the grove of trees behind you, a miniature forest Newt grew to give the bowtruckles more space to live. Yet as you turn to peer into the shadows of the trees, not a single bowtruckle is present.

Unsettled, you turn back to the diricawls and throw more seeds on the dirt, hoping to break them of their trance. A few blink when seeds bounce off their neck and beaks, but none turn from the forest.

The second scream terrifies you. It’s not quite human, but not quite beast; a weird combination that turns into a moaning howl halfway through its long serenade. The diricawls disappear in small pops, vanishing before your eyes. Hands shaking, you slowly crouch and lift your wand from where you placed it in the dirt.

The third scream, the worst one, sends you into motion. It’s loud, carrying over the treetops, breaking from the shadows, a noise that would horrify even the most experienced of aurors. What’s worst, though, what sends you into a dead sprint, heart slamming against your ribs, terror pulsing with every fast heartbeat, is the familiarity of the voice.

“Newt.” You try to shout, but your voice is just a whisper, strangled by the fear that has taken a hold on your movements. You’re slow, think you may very well be running through honey as you force your feet forward. Your hands are shaking, your legs are wobbling, but Newt screams again. It tapers off into loud sobs, wails, and a few curses.

“Newt!” You shriek successfully this time as you reach the grove. You trip over a root, hardly noticing the lack of bowtruckles on the trees as you stumble into the shadows, eyes anxiously scanning the area. You turn into stone at the sight. Every limb freezes, you can’t even think about moving as you process what’s happening.

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walking with him │ naruto

title: walking with him
pairing: naruhina
summary: after months without any alone time or anytime together at all it seems, the couple decides to take a walk.
notes: i did the thing. (side-note: sorry it’s taken me months to write anything, i hope this makes up for it. i’m so rusty….)

“Hinata! Wait up!” He was running after her, sweat forming in sticky droplets on his forehead and cascading down his back making his orange shirt cling uncomfortably against his skin.

She was yards ahead of him, too giddy with excitement to stop and wait for him. It had been months since they’ve had time together. Often he didn’t come home to sleep, instead he’d spend weeks in the Hokage’s office reading scrolls and taking food cold because he’d forget it was there. 

So today was special.

A whole twenty-four hours dedicated to spending time together. Iruka agreed to watch Boruto and Himawari after Hinata mercilessly guilt tripped him offering her best puppy dog eyes. A bit out of character for her often shy and non-pushy personality. He agreed nonetheless, a tight lipped smile as he did. 

Hinata stopped, grinning while placing her hands behind her back. Her husband looked out of breath, beat, and disgruntled but otherwise still as gleeful as she hoped he was. 

“Sorry Naruto, I’m just so excited to finally be here with you.” She offered her hand which he took. It was cool to the touch and filled him with butterflies. After years of marriage he still felt this way about her. His stomach doing backflips and frontflips. He’d never get over her. 

A goofy grin spread against his face and she was pretty sure there was still a piece of basil stuck in his teeth from their ramen lunch date earlier. “Are you ready?” He asked looking down at her an taking in the pale beauty of her eyes. 

She nodded squeezing his hand and taking a step forward in the direction of the trail. 

Today they decided to take a walk around the lake. It was a public trail so naturally there were other people on it. Some even stopping by to great the Hokage and his wife or just smiling in their direction. It was nice but they made sure conversations didn’t last longer than they should. The sun was high over head and the that days air was humid. The day before it rained, so small puddles of water filled small dips in the trail and it became almost like a game trying to avoid them all and occasionally they’d laugh coming out with wet feet because someone lost their balance. 

Around them the trees were in full bloom and neither of them had really seem the trees this green before. It was almost magical with the light breeze shaking the branches making the leaves fall in a melodic like dance to the ground. It was fresh, the air cleaner than it was deeper into the city. Kind of like a paradise in its own way. And the water, green in color but crystal clear when you stopped to look at it as they were now. Across from them on the other side of the lake children played. Splashing, and daring each other to try and walk on the water and then laughing when their chakra didn’t work right and in the plunged into the cold depths. 

Next to her Naruto chuckled and she reached up to place a gentle hand against his cheek. Blue eyes shown down at her and blond brows raise in wonder. “Yes, love?” 

Her eyes grew soft. “Thank you for walking with me today. For all of today.” 

“Of course. I would walk with you everyday if I could.” His lips touched the side of hand, sending chills through her body. 

“Even now you still send my head spinning Uzumaki Naruto.” Her hand returned to his while she lifted herself onto the tips of her toes.

He leaned down, fingers tangling in hers, and lips crept closer to hers. “I plan to always do that, Uzumaki HInata.” 

Their lips touched, pleasure rolled through their bodies making them calm. Like months of near separation never happened. Sure they had kissed before this, but this one was perfect. It was a rushed goodbye kiss, or a goodnight kiss. It was a no matter what happens, how long they’re apart, or how much they see each other, they would still find a way to give each other the same feelings like it was the first time. 

It was a slow kiss, one that made people stop and stare or blush from second hand embarrassment. His hands were on either side of her face, dipping her body, pushing her abdomen into his and nearly knocking her off her feet. And then it was over and she had stars in her eyes and he wanted more. 

“I love you.” He said against her lips, stealing another kiss. 

She flushed. “I love you too.”

Perhaps they’d go on another walk.

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I'm a big fan of you. Keep writing how you've done so far. My request for you is to write about how mcl boys would act to make them forgive, for something they have done, by candy and another one is about how they would make a declaration/ would confess their feelings for candy in front of the others, considering that is the first time thay say I love you to her. ( I love castiel so I would like to read something really nice especially about him ) Thanks a lot 😊. XoXo

Okay, so I see two separate requests here. Let’s split these up.


What would the guys do to apologize to Candy if they made her mad?

Nathaniel: He would leave her little notes that were snippets of poetry, all having one thing in common. The theme. They were all taken from poems that expressed regret. He would leave her one last note at the end of the day, but this time, it was his own words and not quoted work. He expressed how sorry he was and if she was ready to forgive him, he would wait for her to come to him.

Castiel: He would avoid her at first, thinking she needed her space and he didn’t want to agitate her further. But he knew he had to let her know how sorry he was. But how? Sitting outside her window playing his guitar was far too cheesy, and no way he would be caught dead doing it. Though he did consider it if it meant she would accept his apology. In the end, Castiel decided not to complicate things. He work up the nerve to pull her aside and would grumble at first. But then he would look her in the eye with a look of utmost sincerity on his face, place his forehead against hers and simply say he was sorry. 

Lysander: He would stay up all night writing lyrics, trying so hard to find the right words to convey how guilty he felt for upsetting Candy and wishing he could turn back time and how he would learn from his mistake. Writing for others came so easily, but writing for himself and Candy presented more of a challenge. After many crumpled up papers of rejected ideas were tossed on the floor, he finally came up with something he thought was perfect and would present it to her in private.

Kentin: Being the traditional sweetheart that he is, he wouldn’t waste time trying to apologize after realizing his mistake. He would buy Candy a small bouquet of her favorite flowers and find a way to be alone with her so they could talk. He would straightforward in his apology and acknowledge what he did wrong before asking if Candy would forgive him.

Armin: He would be pretty lost. He knew of ways guys would apologize in movies, but none seemed like a tangible solution for him to re-enact. He knew it had to come from him and not a script. In the end, he would merely approach Candy and ask what he could do show her how sorry he was. He hated seeing her upset and would promise to make it up to her somehow.


How would they tell her they love her (in public?). I think the guys would see this as more of a private moment. Not necessarily something they would declare or announce in the middle of a crowd. But I’ll write something about how they would confess to Candy that they love her (for the first time).

Nathaniel: They were hanging out at Nathaniel’s apartment, relaxing on his bed and just having some pillow talk. They chatted about anything and everything that came to mind, giggling over inside jokes and lay next to each other on their sides while facing one another. Then they would hold each others gaze, he would brush a strand of Candy’s hair behind her ear. He didn’t think about, he didn’t have to. But he said it, softly at first, barely a whisper. “I love you…” But Candy heard it and her breath hitched slightly before she looked into his eyes and smiled. “I love you too” she would whisper back. He would kiss her deeply afterwards.

Castiel: Why was it so hard? Why was it that whenever he wanted to say those 3 stupid little words he struggled? He even felt his face burn from blushing so much every time he thought about saying it. But ever time he tried, it never felt like the right moment, no matter how badly he wanted to say it. He understood how he felt about Candy. As much as he liked to joke about girls fell in love so easily, he had to admit he fell hard. But did she feel the same? Until one night they returned to his place and crashed on his bed after having an eventful day together. They cracked a few jokes while Candy snuggled up to him, half asleep. To his surprise, out of the blue, she let out a happy sigh and said “I love you.” She said it first. His heart skipped and he rolled over to face her before pulling her close and brushing the back of her neck with his fingers. “I love you so much.” And they would kiss.

Lysander: They were out for evening stroll, hand in hand with their fingers laced and walking through the park. They had been dating for a while now, and Lysander knew how he felt about Candy for a long time. But he wanted to give her time to make sure he wasn’t rushing anything. They would sit down o a bench to look up at the night sky and he would squeeze her hand. She would gently squeeze back. They would turn to each other and smile warmly. He would hold her face in his hands, kiss her and press his forehead against hers afterwards. “I love you” he would say. There would be a moment of silence before he felt her hands on his face as well and she would say it back and he kissed her passionately in response.

Kentin: Kentin had always loved Candy. But he had a more mature sense of his feelings now. Rather than blurting out words without considering the meaning behind it, he wanted to say those 3 special little words with meaning this time. He wanted Candy to know he was serious and that she was everything to him. So he planned a whole day of things for them to do together, all leading up to them sitting in the sand at the beach, Candy sitting in front of him with her back against his chest and Kentin having his arms wrapped around her as they watched the sunset together. As they just enjoyed being in each others company, he pressed his face into her hair and said “I love you” in her ear. She turned to face him, and said she loved him too before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

Armin: He contemplated for weeks on how to tell Candy how he felt. But nothing seemed good enough. Normally he was able stay calm, but these few words he wanted to say really had him worked up. For the first time since their first date and just before their first kiss, he found himself…anxious. Would she be ready to say it back? Only one way to find he supposed. One night when Candy was over, he asked if she wanted know a secret? When she said of course, he brought out a wooden puzzle box and said inside is something he would like her to know, but she had work for it. He watched with amusement and nervousness as she began to figure out the tricks to open the box bit by bit until about 15 minutes later she succeeded and triumphantly held a rolled up piece of paper in her hand. She would unroll it to read the phrase ‘I love you’ written in his handwriting. She looked at Armin, surprised. He would meet her gaze and verbally repeat the phrase “I love you to her.” There was a short awkward silence before she wrapped her arms around his neck and said “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

what are som of your favorite fics? love your blog❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous: What’s your favourite fanfic ever? 

First of all, thank you! ♥ Second of all, I don’t think you’ve realized what you’ve gotten yourself into. Listen, I have so many favorites and I really tried to keep this short (I did!!), but it was impossible to choose just one (or 5.. or 10..), so I settled down on 15. Hope you don’t mind too much, haha. 

Little disclaimer: these are in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track :) Have fun!

  1. with love, from anonymous by cosetties & iriswests ✓  
    Summary: secret admirer!au; Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. 

  2. That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even. 

  3. in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle ✓
    Summary: wrong number!au; “I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description"… Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana. 

  4. Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  5. Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question. 

  6. You Don’t Even Know Me! by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: HateToLove!au; “Let’s keep our daddy issues out of work,“ said Even. “Excuse me?!” Or: The one in which Isak and Even are interns who start on the wrong foot and don’t like each other at all (except that they do).

  7. hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.

  8. i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.
  9. I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ✓  
    Summary: childhood friends!au; “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

  10. love and condoms by kassie ✓  
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  11. Sideways and Slantways by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first. 

  12. True or False by iriswests ✓  
    Summary: childhood best friends!au; Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. 

  13. And If In That Moment by allyasavedtheday ✓
    Summary: Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting. “Anyway back to Emma.” Fuck. “Why isn’t she your type?” Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.” *Or, what would’ve happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned. 

  14. The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket ✓
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

  15. cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse ✓  
    Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

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