is not amused by this foolishness

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Origin companions react to a dwarf warden seeing a bird and screaming

Alistair: It takes him a moment to realize where their fear is stemming from, but once it registers with him he is a little confused. It is only when another companion points out that they’ve likely seen few if any surface dwelling creatures that he apologizes sheepishly and promises to keep them safe.

“After all, we wardens have to flock together. Get it, because birds of a feather? I’ll…just go away now.”

Morrigan: Her disinterest is clear, but unlike Alistair she at least has a quick grasp of the cause of their reaction. 

“Tis merely a creature of the air, warden, and of which you will see many in your time here on the surface. Now come– we have more important matters.”

Leliana: Immediately she is alert, looking around for enemies, but once the source of their fear is uncovered she cannot help but laugh. Leliana feel’s terrible about it afterwards, of course -she was amused, not cruel- and promises to keep them safe from avian threats in the future.

“If we require a songbird I am here, What sparrow can outsing a nightengale?”

Sten: He is not impressed. Even a dwarf is many times bigger than one small songbird, and they have bigger issues to face. They are above Orzammar now– it is time to face those threats.

“Vashedan, there is no time for such foolishness. Control yourself.”

Wynne: For someone who has also lived in a controlled society for most of her life the mage understands how new sights can be frightening. Of all the companions she is the most sympatheitc, and moves to comfort without chiding.

“There now, no harm done. Just a song bird on her way to her nest. She won’t hurt you, any more than you might fall into the sky. It’s all right.”

Zevran: He finds the situation amusing, most of all because this is the Warden he could not assassinate. If any of this ever gets out he will never find work again.

“Truly, my dear warden, you continue to astonish. Darkspawn and bandits do not phase you, but a robin is fear itself. Only a shame you are not so frightened of Crows.”

Ohgren: He’s screamed right along with them, the haze of alcohol making the bird seem as frightening as the arch demon, and so is of little help.

“Damn surface vermin! By the Stone why can’t things stay rooted where they belong?!”

Loghain: He has very little comment to make, but a part of his mind is both amused and infuriated that this is what brought him down.


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Time freezes, the sun ceases it’s journey, and for the first time in so many, many years, Shale finds someone who understands them. A connection is forged then, one that shall never be sundered, and with surprising gentleness the golem places their hand on the Warden’s head.

“Do not fear, warden. Someday all the birds shall die.”

–Mod Fereldone


Tell me, are you to share his dining room … as well as his bed? Oh, Mr. James. You’re manners are as poor as your brothers’ finances. And you are foolish enough to marry him! I, on the other hand, have no further use for you impoverished cousin. Though, she does make for rather … amusing sport.

For mother’s day, I want to talk about being a young mom.

I willingly married at 19. At our honeymoon, my husband and I decided to leave it to God as to whether He would give us a baby. And He did! We were unemployed and dependent on family, but our pregnancy pushed us to find independence and take root on our own. He got a job that paid well after some promotions, and I became an NFP instructor.

We purposely planned our second daughter’s pregnancy last year when I was 22, and gave birth last December. After some time as an independent family, we are now living with my dad as we save up money for our own house. My husband works hard from home, and I am on the precipice of publishing my first book. Again: this baby is pushing us to do better!

We have been married for four years this June, and already have two babies before I’m even 25. And we hope to have more in the future! Our dreams of babies and raising kids unfold before our eyes every day. I can not even begin to explain the love and frustration, hardship and joy, that parenthood has given us. It is truly sacred.

But, people look at me funny as I bustle about with a 3 year old in her stroller and an infant in my ring sling.

People I meet will make comments, whether subtle or upfront, amused or unkindly. They ask sensitive, rude questions that are none of their business. Some here even accuse my intentional pregnancies of being “accidents”, because I am (apparently) too young and inexperienced to know how to avoid pregnancy (at least naturally, via NFP).

Firstly, “accident babies” happen for all sorts of reasons regardless of the mother’s age, and are blessings no matter the circumstance. We are never truly in control of our fertility, and it is foolish to think so otherwise. I can AND will accept any children God blesses me with.

Secondly: young mothers are so much more capable than society wants to admit. Why are we smart enough to take on college and STEM careers, smart enough to achieve responsible, active, and childless sex lives, yet too stupid to be mothers (much less married)? Why are we only good enough for the world if we make ourselves sterile until some magical age limit is reached? Why can’t we earn that diploma or degree with a baby on our hips, or a child on our laps? Who set down these ridiculous, non-existent rules limiting childbearing women?

More importantly: How dare they? How dare they even ATTEMPT to limit women like me?

I am 23, and a proud momma of two amazing, sensitive, and loving girls. I have a wonderful husband to help father and raise such awesome kids. God chose motherhood as my path towards sainthood and I accepted with fire in my heart. During this journey, I have become a passionate fertility awareness instructor and advocate, helping women know their options for health and relationships. If God ever leads me towards another specific career or educational path, I know my children will not hinder me in that goal: they will accentuate it.

I am a young mother. I will forever be a mother for the rest of my life, no matter how old my children grow to be. And my motherhood journey has never held me back! To anyone who thinks otherwise: watch me as I continue living life passing you by and achieving my dreams, my lovely children by my side. :)

Happy Mother’s Day from my family to yours!

Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

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It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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➥ Vocabulary Tips - Adjectives Part 1

Appearance Adjectives

「height / stature / size

  • tall - very tall, quite tall, six feet tall, long, high, big, colossal, gigantic, huge, immense.
  • short - not very tall, petite, low-set, compact, little, small, squat, tiny, miniature.
  • medium - average height, middle height, half tall, half short.

「weight / skin

  • thin - quite thin, slim, slender, skinny.
  • fat - medium-build, overweight, rounded, chubby, corpulent.
  • skin - pale, pallid, light, dark, tanned, olive, white, brown, rosy.
  • shape - broad, crooked, curved, flat, narrow, round, square, wide, massive, straight.

「hair / eyes

  • color - dark, black, red, brown, blond, chestnut brown, white, gray, blue, green, light-blue, dark-gray, grayish-blue, amber, caramel.
  • style - long, short, medium-length, shoulder-length, afro, asymmetric cut, beehive, bob cut, bowl cut, bunches, buzz cut, cropped, curtained hair, dreadlocks, fringe/bangs, hime cut, pixie cut.
  • hairdo - straight, curly, wavy, thick, thinning, bald, shiny, smooth, neatly combed, dull, tousled, disheveled, ponytail, braid, updo, bun.


  • young - kid, baby, toddler, newborn, preteen, teenage, teen, junior, minor, infant, tween, youngsters.
  • old - elderly, older, mature, senior, experienced, middle-aged, adult, grown up. 
  • number - twenty years old, in her thirties, about forty.


  • intelligent - broad-minded, sharp, keen, bright, quick, agile, wise, clever, smart, precocious, gifted, witty, ingenious, savvy. 
  • stupid - narrow-minded, silly, foolish, idiot, fool, ignorant, slow, dumb, dull, brainless, dummy, moron, imbecile, uncultured.


  • friendly - pleasant personality, good-tempered, good-natured, easy-going, sociable, outgoing, extroverted, energetic.
  • independent - strong, tough, mature, autonomous, self-confident, self-reliant, self-sufficient.
  • honest - dependable, reliable, trustworthy, reasonable, sensible, honorable, sincere, direct, downright, truthful.
  • disciplined - organized, hard-working, careful, prudent, cautious.
  • modest - shy, timid, wary, humble.
  • observant - attentive, alert, perceptive, insightful, thoughtful, considerate.
  • humorous - amusing, funny, comical, laughable.
  • generous - unselfish, kind, kind-hearted, gentle, benevolent, sympathetic, tolerant, helpful, careful.
  • interesting - fascinating, exciting, entertaining, stimulating. 
  • elegant - exquisite, graceful, refined, fine, tasteful, neat, high-class, fancy, glamorous, dressy, magnificent, important, powerful, famous, rich.
  • beautiful - attractive, gorgeous, handsome, ravishing, pleasing, glorious, splendid, goddess, god-like, pretty, beauty, resplendent, fine, stunning, good-looking.
  • adorable - lovable, lovely, sensitive, adorable,sweet, angelical, angelic, cute, precious.
  • glowing -  shiny, vivacious, sparkling, twinkle, shining, vibrant, radiating.
  • code - formal, official, informal, relaxed, casual, old-fashioned.
  • hostile - aggressive, violent, offensive, hateful, bitter, ferocious, furious, savage, fierce, bloody, grotesque, boorish.
  • unfriendly - unsociable, bad-tempered, pushy, selfish, egotistical, inconsiderate, arrogant, moody, stubborn, imprudent, stingy, miserly, snobbish . 
  • dishonest - unreliable,  unreasonable, unpredictable, irresponsible,  impulsive, greedy, dull, undisciplined, disorganized, careless, greedy.
  • strange - odd, weird, eccentric, crazy, clumsy.
  • boring - tedious, tiresome, uninteresting, wearisome.
  • emotional - moody, melancholic, touchy, mushy.

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Marauders x Reader / It’s gonna be alright.

Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

Remus :

“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.

At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.

“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.

“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.

“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.

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 “Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.

“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”

“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.

“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”

He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.

“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.

“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.

“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”

“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”  

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Sirius :

 “Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.

“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.

You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.

“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.

“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”

“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”

“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.  

“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.

“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.  

“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”

“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.

“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.

“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.

“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.

“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”

“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

just what you need

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

summary: “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

suggestive language. word count: 1,839

His lips caress the mic almost like a lover, whispered words of lust and promise as his melody sweeps through the dimly lit bar. With closed eyes his fingers strum over the guitar strings almost effortlessly, his eyes roam the crowd leaving him smug as he takes in their reactions. A quirk of his lips and suddenly he’s slamming down on the strings, the noise explosive as his body pushes up against the cold wood of his guitar. His voice is like velvet, sliding it’s way upon your skin and pulling you to the edge of your seat.

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You are mine *smut*- John Shelby

Request// can I please have a John imagine, where you get jealous over something he says about another girl so you give him the silent treatment n he becomes really clingy and is begging you to talk to him. Thank you x

Request// Can you please do a John Shelby smut, where he is the dominant one? Where the reader teases him and he gets heavily frustrated. Thanks!!

*I love all the PB Boys but John is one of my favorites with his boyish charm❤️. Shoutout to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the gif. Expect to see more of me on here, because it’s my Spring Break! Summer is not far away either so I will also be dedicating more time to writing after I finish exams. xoxox*


The weeks leading up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding had you questioning your own relationship with John. You admired his good looks and charm since you had been a young girl, but his comeliness was a double edged sword.The difficulty of beauty was when one knew they were beautiful.

It had happened multiple times, John flirting with other women of questionable decency, but the straw had finally broken the camel’s back right before the Shelby Wedding. You had decided to help Harry at the Garrison by picking up a couple shifts without telling John since you would most likely find him there anyways.

“How’s Y/N doing anyways,” you heard Arthur ask from inside the side room. You didn’t want to be sneaky and listen in on their conversation but it was hard to ignore as you swept and wiped down the counter.

“Fuckin’grouchy as  ever. Yelling in my ear from the time I get home to the time I leave again.” You had to hold back your disapproving grunt as you brows scrunched together. Of course John wouldn’t dar say any of that to your face, but he was all talk when he was ‘with the boys.’

“Thought you two been having problems, always arguing when you’re out together. All you need is a good fuck.”

“That’s the only thing I’ve not been getting from her. Maybe I’ll have to ask that new barmaid for some assistance,” he boasted. Your hands curled into fists and your body began to burn with anger. You knew the exact barmaid he was talking about and could grasp that she would be all too happy to ‘help’ John. You heard their chairs scrape the wood floors, knowing they’d be out there any moment.

“The blonde one?”

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anonymous asked:

Could a possibly request a minific from that reblog? If so, could I have gramander and a subtle kindness please. Thank you! P.s. I really love all of your writing, it's just stunning. Like wow. And I hope you're having a beautiful day. Xx


Side note, I write weirdly when I’m sick sooooo sorry if it doesn’t make sense. I shall try my best! :D (proceeds to fail).

All the nurses were in love, it would appear; and it seemed to Newt that they were all in love with the same man. He had only been working at the hospital for about a week when he started noticing it - the way the nurses would light up around 8:30AM every morning on the dot. 

He saw the way they congregated in the hall to look through the door’s little window and spot him. Only Queenie seemed unaffected by the man; kind as ever as Newt watched her take a bouquet of flowers from the man and wish him a good day.

So one day, he decided to corner Queenie about it.

“What is with that bloke with the flowers that’s got every woman’s knickers all in a bunch?” Newt asked, startling Queenie from her work.

“Oh, you mean Mr. Graves?” Queenie said, her normally bright face instantly lighting up. “Of course everyone’s in love with him, he’s such a sweetheart. And quite a looker too, if you don’t mind me saying.”

She winked.

“But why, Queenie?” Newt asked, hefting himself to sit atop her desk. 

“You don’t know?” She asked with a bland little blink, then smiled - something strange behind her eyes. “You know what, you should meet him. He always stops by at 8:30, right here.”

“I don’t see why,” Newt grumbled, suddenly uneasy about meeting this stranger. “Seems silly. He’s just some bloke, right?”

Queenie stood to straighten Newt’s scrubs before shooing him off her desk. 

“Tomorrow, 8:30AM. Don’t forget,” is all she said. 

That night, he tells himself it’s foolish. No, he won’t go to the front desk to meet a total stranger. That’s just dumb…

And yet, there he was - sitting innocently on Queenie’s desk - waiting for a “coincidental” meeting with the man that had the hospital in an uproar. From the door, he had never quite gotten a good look at the man before. So nothing could prepare him for the moment that Queenie suddenly hushed his conversation and nodded at the front door of the hospital.

He was… he was perfect. Tan skin tucked away beneath a stark white button down and a tight black vest. The faintest wisp of chest hair peeking out from the top two undone buttons, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, forearms covered in slick black ink. Simple, flattering black trousers and crisp black boots. Hair pressed back, with just a few rebellious strands tickling his brows. Coffee black eyes, warm in the center like a dollop of cream. 

The man smiled at Queenie, then caught sight of him and blinked - curious, but not perturbed. And when he finally reached the desk, Newt felt his stomach drop at the creamy rich Irish lit of his voice. 

“How’s my girl doing today?” The man purred, and Queenie giggled.

“Right as rain, as always, Mr. Graves,” Queenie said as she stood. “Have you met Newt?”

“‘Fraid I haven’t,” Graves said, turning to address him, and Newt just wanted to melt into the desk and die. Graves stuck his free hand, the hand not holding a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, out to him and smiled. “Percival Graves.”

Newt opened his mouth at he took the man’s hand, but all that came out was an embarrassing squeak followed by a pain moan of sorts and a crimson red flush. Graves’ smile, if possible, grew warmer.

“You’ll have to spell that one for me,” Graves teased.

Newt,” Queenie said, smacking Newt’s arm pointedly. “Is a new nurse here. I thought he should meet the hospital’s favorite visitor.”

Graves blushed ever so slightly - just the faintest hint of pink - at that and Newt couldn’t help but feel jealous that even when embarrassed, the man blushed so tamely, so handsomely, it wasn’t fucking fair.

“Ah, that,” Graves said, then turned to smile at him again. “Don’t listen to these angels, I’m really not as exciting as they build me up to be.”

Newt squeaked again, then jumped down from the desk suddenly - eager to be away. 

“Right, well, must run. Duties, and all that–”

Queenie stopped him.

“Wait, Newt, take these,” she said, passing the lovely bouquet from Graves firm hands to Newt’s trembling arms.

“Oh, do you not want to take them to your…?” Newt trailed off, stunned.

Graves shook his head.

“No, I never do. Wish them well for me,” Graves said with a little nod, before beaming at Queenie again, “Have a lovely day, Queensies.”

Queenie blew him a kiss goodbye as she quickly scribbled a number on a post-it. 

“Here, take them to this room if you don’t mind, Newt,” Queenie said, “I would do it, but I’m awfully busy.”

Curious, Newt thought as he walked away, hands full of flowers - she didn’t look awfully busy. But she did look mischievous as fuck. 

He takes the flowers to the room that Graves never visited, but brought flowers to everyday. All the way there, he pictured who this person might be. A lovely young lady in a coma, maybe - his fiancee. Sleeping away the years they had promised to each other, too painful for him to see. Or perhaps his grandmother or father. Or a coworker. 

Instead, the room belonged to a bald little girl with big blue eyes and a smile that didn’t deserve to die. Newt slipped the flowers into her lap and melted - taken away for a moment by the light of her excitement - as she buried her face into them and beamed. Her mother wiped away a tear that he daughter didn’t catch, but Newt did. Her father placed them in a vase, only –

There were no other vases… And this man brought flowers every day?

“Rest up now,” Newt said softly in parting, then went about the rest of the day with the stranger - Percival Graves - on his mind. He found himself eagerly listening whenever the nurses spoke his name. He kept track of where the flowers went, a different room each time. He tried to connect the dots, but couldn’t, so finally - he went back to Queenie.

“Alright, spill,” Newt said in a rush, startling her again. “What gives?”

“Hmm? You’ll have to be a bit more specific, honey,” she smiled knowingly.

“That handsome bloke, Graves. What’s up with the flowers?”

“Handsome, hmm?” Asked a voice from behind him, amused and warm and terrifying. Newt just about shot out of his skin - then burned out of it, he was flushing so bad. 

“Running a bit late today, Mr. Graves,” Queenie smiled, winking. Graves chuckled bashfully.

“Forgot the shop keys at my place, set me back a bit.”

“Kind of you to still make the trip,” Queenie said as she accepted the flowers from him as she always did. Graves shrugged.

“They were just going to die if I didn’t. I’d rather them go here where they can slip away making someone smile rather than let them wilt in my shop, unseen. I don’t know why people don’t enjoy wildflowers more,” Graves said. 

“Me neither. Well, their loss. I’m sure that…” she trailed off as she looked at her computer, “Ah! Ms. Johanson will love them. She’s going into surgery today and could use the smile.”

“Perfect,” Graves said, “You’re such a saint, Queensies, you always know where my flowers need to go. Bless you.”

“Wouldn’t be no saint without the man that gave’em,” she said.

Newt blinked, the pieces falling into place.

“You’re a florist,” Newt said bluntly.

Graves blinked. “Yes… you didn’t know?”

“No, I thought…”

Graves chuckled.

“You thought I had a loved one tucked away in a bed here somewhere?” Graves asked, then said, “If I did, I’d be sitting in the chair beside’em every damn day. No, got no one to sit beside, thank God. Single as the day as I was born. I just stop by with the flowers I can’t sell anymore and let Queenie here give’em to a good home.”

Newt blinked.


Graves looked down at his shoes, a flush building lightly on his cheeks. “Foolish, I know. Everyone tells me what a waste of money it is. I could wait another day to sell’em but–”

“–hot,” Newt blurted out before he could stop himself. Silence fell between the three of them. Queenie looked far too pleased for Newt’s comfort.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but Graves’ shocked face just melted into amusement and a unidentifiable flicker of something Newt doesn’t quite catch before giving Queenie a parting wink.

“Gotta run, Queensies,” he says, then smiles differently for Newt. “Newt.”

And he’s gone, walking away again - his ass a fucking sin in his pants. 

“He’s a good man, that Mr. Graves,” Queenie said as they watched him slip through the hospital’s front doors again. “He’s got that subtle sort of kindness. Don’t you think?”

“So it would seem,” Newt squeaked, “I’m just gonna go lock myself into a closet now and die, bye Queenie.”

“Bye dear!”

The next morning, there’s two bouquets at the front desk. Wildflowers for Mr. Scorsfield in 303b, and a handful of Forget-Me-Nots littered with Daffodils and baby’s breath for Newt, tagged with a little card bearing nothing but a number and this:

You’re not so bad looking yourself.

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Spencer reid x Reader - friendship


You bolted upright in bed. What the fuck was that?

You grabbed your phone seeing that it was 2:30am.

Crrrrreaaak…. Crrrrreaaak


What the hell was that noise? Oh god, a demon was coming to possess your body and eat your soul wasn’t it? This is how you were going to die.

You crept out of bed and to your bedroom door, pressing your ear to the wood.

Scrrraaatch…. Scrrraaatch…….

Yep. Definitely a demon.

What to do, what to do!?

Think Y/N, think. Rock salt…. You needed rock salt. You’d watched enough Supernatural to know that rock salt solved nearly all problems, although you were mainly perving on Cas and the Winchesters.

Salt was in the kitchen though. And did that even work on demons, or was it just ghosts?

One way to find out.

But how to get the salt?

Call Spencer. It was the only answer. He worked for FBI, maybe he’d had some dealings with those X Files he tried so hard to convince you didn’t exist. And being your best friend, he had a key to your apartment.

He could save you….. Or at least if you did get possessed, he was that smart he’d be bound to know how to reverse it.

You climbed back onto your bed, making sure you took a big step so that nothing could grab you from underneath it. Making sure you were sitting directly in the middle, you dialed your friend.

He answered in the third ring, sounding groggy.

“Y/N it’s nearly three in the morning….. ” His voice was rough with sleep.

“I wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. I need you to come over. Now! And I need you to bring rock salt, holy water, and a copy of the Rituale Romanum wouldn’t hurt either.”

“What the hell on you on Y/N?” Spencer was definitely awake now.

“There’s a demon in my apartment and it’s going to possess me. Does the FBI have a priest on its books?”

“Does this have anything to do with the fact that you made me sit through all of the Paranormal Activity movies this evening?” You could hear the amusement in his voice.

“NO! I heard a bang and I can hear it scratching at my door…. It’s coming to kill me Spencer. Do you want it to? Do you want your best friend to end up dead? Or worse, possessed and trying to kill you?”

“I’ll be over in five….. Try to stay unpossessed until then, okay,” he sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t shut up until he came over.

“I’ll try, I sense it’s strong though. I’m not sure I can hold it off. It sounds like it’s trying to get into the bedroom. Bring the salt. And hurry!!”

“Salt, right…. Okay.” He released the call, and you sat hugging your knees.

It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the movies… Nothing at all.

As if YOU’D let a couple of horror movies scare you. I mean, sure… You’d squealed a few times, and alright… You may have averted your eyes during certain scenes. But films didn’t scare you.

Scraaaatch…… Scraaaatch.


Spencer lived two floors up from you, you’d met him on moving in day having spilled a box of dvds right at his feet. Seeing your Doctor Who boxset he’d grinned and you two had become fast friends. He was your most favorite person in the world now, although it sucked that his job took him away a lot.

He’d protect you, he had a gun after all. Although, what good a gun would be against an evil entity, you didn’t know.

You heard your apartment door unlocking a few minutes later.

YASS! Cavalry was here. Hopefully the demon wouldn’t kill Spencer first…. If he’d bought the salt and the holy water though like you’d told him, he’d be good.

“Y/N??” he called out and you heard him flicking your lights on.

“Bedroom! Can you see it…. Has it left foot prints like in the movie….? Have you chucked the holy water at it?”

He was laughing and you could hear him talking quietly.

“Y/N, I don’t think it would appreciate having water chucked on it. Come out of your bedroom. Now please.”

Was he mental?

“Not until you’ve made the demon go away. Don’t you need to exorcise it, I can’t you reading out loud. Aren’t you meant to be reading Latin?”

“I’ve got the demon under control, I promise. Now come out.”

Hmmmm. Okay.

You hopped off your bed, again jumping so that nothing could grab you… Maybe it had snuck in somehow.

You pulled open your bedroom door to see your best friend stood in his pajama pants and an old Star Wars t-shirt, his hair all over the place.

In his arms, was Sergio.

The cat you were looking after for three weeks for his colleague Emily, whilst she was out of town.

The cat you’d completely forgotten was staying with you.


“Do you think this could be your demon? His scratching post is right by your bedroom door.” He was stroking the kitty, scratching him right between his ears. Sergio was purring contently.

“Erm…… ”

“Ready to admit that the films bothered you more than you let on…. I could see you hiding behind the cushion at some parts.”


“Go back to bed Y/N. There’s no demon. It’s just Sergio. Breakfast tomorrow is on you now, okay.”

“Erm… Okay. Sorry. Stupid cat, scaring me.”

You felt silly. And foolish. You turned to go back into your bedroom, stopping before you walked through the doors.

“Spence…. Now that you’re here. Maybe it did freak me out. Just a teeny tiny bit.”

“You want me to stay don’t you? Is it going to be like this everytime you watch a scary movie.” He didn’t sound annoyed luckily, just amused.

“Yes….. And no, it won’t. I promise.”

“Fine…. I’ll stay. And you said that after we watched The Strangers. Do you still sleep with that hammer under your pillow?”

“No……” You’d moved it to your beside drawer when he’d found it. It was just in case!

You led the way back to your room and climbed into bed, Spencer locking up and flicking off lights as he went before joining you.

Lifting up the pillow before he settled down, you laughed at him.

“See, no hammer,” you told him.

“It’s probably in your drawer. I know you too well.”

He really did.

You scooted down under the covers, rolling on to you side.

“Spoon me please,” you demanded.

“Again…..” he sighed, although you knew he didn’t mind really. He’d told you before that he was a sucker for bedtime cuddles.

He rolled onto his side and draped his arm around you, he knees bending into the space behind yours.

“Have you cancelled the priest?” you asked him suddenly.

“Go to sleep Y/N.”

a salty teens au (1/?)

Wherein Jon and Sansa misunderstand one another from the very beginning.

“You don’t like her.”

Jon didn’t bother denying it. Aegon was right, to a certain extent, and if storming out of the gardens hadn’t told the story of his feelings, then his face – set in a “rictus of displeasure,” as his brother had likened it – surely did. “It doesn’t matter if I do or don’t,” he replied. “Father’s will is that I am to be married. To her.”

His brother rolled his eyes. “And since when do you bend to Father’s will?”

“He is the king, you know.”

“And you’re his son. If you’ve found your betrothed so… unfit… I’m sure even his royal highness could be swayed to spare you the burden. ”

Jon curled his fingers into a fist, trying to verbalize the impossible. It wasn’t entirely true that he disliked Sansa Stark. In all respects and by every measure, she was everything he could have asked for in a bride. More than. He was a lucky man. He could recognize that.

But there, in perfection, lied Jon’s problem.

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second button is love

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: jeon jungkook of bts x reader
fluff, romance, light reading, highschool!au
Word count:

` the second button

The second button from the top of a male’s uniform is often given away to a female he is in love with, and is considered a way of confession. The second button is the one closest to the heart and is said to contain the emotions from all three years attendance at the school. If you receive a second button from a guy, it means that he wants you to remember him and understand his feelings for you. What will happen when you were given a dare to get the second button from Jeon Jungkook, the high school’s heartthrob ?

Seoul of Performing Arts high school or usually called SOPA are preparing for festival that happens in the same day as the graduation day for the third grade. Being the school which specializes on art, there will be several showcases related to art such as singing, dancing, acting, composing and many more.

While almost all of students are busy preparing for festival, the students of 3-2 were different. They stop doing their duties and watch the commotion created by two girls instead.

“What happened ?” Seungyeon, a girl from class next door ask the other girl.

The girl turned to look at her and shook her head with a sigh. “They play truth or dare without the truth option. Mirae asked us to witness the dare that given to each of them,” Soojung explained as her attention went back to the two girls.

Seungyeon raised an eyebrow, interested. “What’s the punishment if they fail ?”

“The loser will wear a chicken suit then dancing in front of many people, later in the graduation day,” Soojung replied, eyes still focusing on the scene.

“What is Mirae’s dare anyway ?”

Nayoung chuckled lightly, remembering the dare. “______ dare her to have a date with our math teacher, Mr.Min Yoongi. The killer teacher.”

Seungyeon clapped her hands excitedly. “It seems interesting!”

Meanwhile, the two girls are busy staring at each other, until Mirae broke the eye contact with a wide grin. You stare at your friend curiously, feeling like her dare will be hard, knowing your best friend’s weird of thinking.

“I, Jung Mirae, dare you a really interesting thing!”

The students look at her in anticipation while you held your breath. You really have a bad feeling about this.

“So, what’s the dare ?” You grew impatient, you need to know the dare as soon as possible. The other students seem to agree with you as they began to complaints.

Mirae held both of her hands in the air with a smirk on her face. “Be patient,”

“It’s easy. You have to get Jeon Jungkook’s, the school’s heartthrob, second button later in the graduation day. It’s up to you to start approach him from today or just waits for the day. The graduation day is next week, after all.”

With that being said, the class quickly fill with murmurs of the students. They look excited with the dare, thinking that the possibility of you to win the dare is very thin. Why you ask ?

Just look at Jeon Jungkook. He may be sweet, he may be caring and he may respond to your sweet acts, however, he will reject you at the time you confess your feelings, without mercy.

“Who do you bet ?”

“Of course, Jung Mirae! I bet she can seduce that math teacher easily.”

“Same here! I don’t think _____ can make Jungkook give his second button that easily.”

“Well, I’ll keep rooting for _____, though. Who knows she can do it.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

As the crowd start to get back to do their works, a soft sigh escape your lips as you bang your head on the window with soft thumps. You let out another frustrated sigh as if it will clear your mind. “Just what the hell happened with Mirae’s head when she thought this dare.”

Mirae approach you then sat down in the chair nearby. “Giving up already, my dear best friend ?” A satisfied play on her pretty face, she glanced at your way which you only reply with annoyed glares in return.

Few seconds later, an idea suddenly came to your mind as you glance at your best friend with a playful grin plastered on your face. It’s not like Mirae will success anyway, Mr. Min Yoongi is known to be very cold and unfriendly. Maybe you have a chance to win this dare, you laugh to yourself already imagine your best friend in chicken suit on the graduation day.

Mirae shook her head as she is watching you, still laughing silently, you must be thinking about her losing this dare. “Seriously, stop it. You look creepy laughing to yourself alone like that.”

“Well, it’s not like you can seduce that killer teacher. I heard he is cold toward girls that having special attention to him. He hates flirty type, I’m sure of it.”

“Then, I will act innocent around him to capture his attention.”

“I don’t think that would work either.”

Mirae blew her bangs then got up from her seat. “Whatever. You should worry about yourself, it’s Jeon Jungkook, it won’t be easy too. Good luck with your dare.” She flipped her hair then walked out from the classroom with a confident smile of hers. You roll your eyes at your best friend’s attitude, another sigh escapes your lips before you try to cheer yourself.

“Firstly, I need to spy on Jeon Jungkook. Let see, where he is right now..”


“I’m off to library. See you later,” Jungkook wave lazily toward his friends before finally turned around then walks away.

“Library ?”

“Yeah, he probably went there to get away from you.” Hoseok replied casually to the confused boy. The said boy scoffs. “Why would he do that?”

“Obviously because he’s tired dealing with your weird ideas. I can understand him.”

Taehyung look at the boy rather offended, no one ever told him that his ideas are weird. “Well, that’s mean. You’re just trying to annoy me!”

A soft chuckle let out from Jimin’s lips as he pat the boy’s back. “He’s going to library to avoid the girls, there are less girls there and it’s probably empty right now.”


You stare at the figure reading a book near the window, the library was empty and silent because all students are busy with the festival works. It’s a perfect chance to approach the school’s heartthrob since there aren’t any his admirers in the area. Which mean you can talk freely without getting unwanted attention, girls can be quite scary when it comes to their crush on Jeon Jungkook. You take a long look at the boy, from his ruffled brown hair, to his dreamy eyes until your eyes stop at his pink kissable lips. You let out a small sigh, did you just thought of his lips as kissable? You need to get your act right.

No wonder girls adores him, he looks almost perfect especially when he smiles, a bright yet sweet smile. He also loves to read books and smart but he isn’t look like the typical nerd, maybe that’s the reason why most of the girls has a crush on him. Too bad the boy is not interested in a relationship.

You bits your lips, already deep in thought how to make Jeon Jungkook give his second button to you. There are only two possibilities, first is telling him about the dare and ask him to give his second button, who knows he might give it. The last possibilities is to make him give it willingly which mean he has to like you first. But how ? It’s really hard. Pretty girls had tried confesses to him but all of them were rejected. You bits your lips a bit too hard making it bleed in process, you even not prettier than those girls. Is that mean the chance to win his heart smaller ?

Should I just give up this bet ?

You quickly shook your head, how come you give up and let Mirae win this bet ? You definitely didn’t want to get humiliated and do the punishment!

With determine heart, you walks toward the table where Jungkook still reading the book, completely unaware with the situation. You sit across him and notice that he finally realizes your presence and look up from his book. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you, quite surprise to see you here.


You stare at him then closed your eyes tightly. “Jeon Jungkook, please give me your second button later on the graduation day!”

Finally, you said it. You let out a relief sigh then open your eyes to see his reaction. Jungkook looks at you in curiosity before he finally realized what you meant.

“Ah, the second button, huh ?”

You nodded eagerly, happy that he catchs on what you mean. You clasped your hands together in front of your face. “I really need it to win the bet! Give it to me, okay ?”

Jungkook placed both of his hands on the table as his head rested on top of it. His eyes twinkle in excitement. “And do you think I would agree and give it to you so easily ?” He then smirks mischievously.

Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to respond like this. Who knows, he also have this side of him. “Y-Yes. Because you don’t have someone special to give it.. yet ?”

Jungkook let out a small chuckle after hearing your answer and you wonder what’s wrong with it. “But, I will make sure to get your second button!” You add quickly.

“What are you going to do ?”

“Of course, by making you fall for me!”

Fool. You silently cursed your foolishness. How come you easily say that, he probably will think you’re a fool. To your surprise, Jungkook grins then nods his head. You stare at him in wonder, he keep on giving different reaction from what you expect to.

“That sounds interesting.  And what are you going to do to make me fall for you ?” Jungkook replied in amusement. Who knows escaping from his festival duties also the girls that bother him to this library make him in this kind interesting situation.

You stay silent for a while before finally open your mouth slightly awkward. “K-Kiss ?”

As you say that, you caught a glimpse of surprise on his face before it quickly disappear and change to a smirk. “I doubt you brave enough to do that.” He whisper as he get up from his seat still looking at you, the way he look at you make you feel butterflies on your stomach.

Before Jungkook could turn around to leave, you quickly get up then grab his tie forcefully. Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise as his body fell toward your way.

And your lips met.

As your lips met, you could notice that the boy was surprised with your sudden action, so does you. You never plan to kiss him but your body just moves without your own will, you cursed on your mind, maybe it’s because you stares at his lips too long. When you’re still trying to find how to get out of this situation, Jungkook respond to your kiss as he deepens the kiss. You stare at his closed eyes, still speechless with your bold move.

His lips place smoothly on top yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle. Oh boy, who knows that you get a chance to kiss Jeon Jungkook, the school heartthrob, his admirers might kill you if they saw this but right now you didn’t care. You felt like you are floating on the cloud nine. Jungkook’s hands reach for your cheeks and caress it softly. You hum in reply as your eyes began to close.

The kiss felt so divine.

Just then, you heard some girls enter the library, your eyes widened in surprise as you quickly push the boy a little bit too hard which make him stares at you in wonder. Shit. You cursed on your mind from being too enjoying the kiss and forgot your surroundings. If you get caught kissing the Jeon Jungkook, almost all of the girls in this school will haunt you.

You look up at the boy as you put a confident smile of yours. “See that ? You easily fell into my trap. I think it won’t be too hard to make you give me your second button.”

With that being said, you walked off quickly to get out from there. You don’t know what to say if you still stay there, with him. It would be so awkward.

You slow down your pace when you reach at the doorway, the corridor was empty and quiet, guess that the girls from before already gone. You place your hands on top of your thumping chest and let out a small sigh. With a frown, you lightly hit your head for multiple times.

“I never know that my first kiss will be with him.”

“Ah, so it’s your first kiss ?”

You stop complaining then blink your eyes for a few times. A familiar voice. You slowly turn around and found the smiling Jungkook as you let out a nervous laugh. Jungkook’s hand reach for your face, his thumb touch the corner of your lips. Your face turns warm as you try not to blush in front of him.  

“I don’t know that was your first kiss. If only I knew about it, I will make it more special,” he said softly.

Jungkook moves closer until his lips right beside your ear. You hold your breath, waiting for what he’s going to say.

“I can taste blood from you lips. I guess your habit biting your lips still never changes.”


Time passes quickly, students were already going back home as it’s already 7 PM. Jungkook get out from his class then closed the door. He is being punished by Jimin for skipping festival duties for too long, that’s why he got more works to do. Although many girls gladly to help him, he refused it kindly as he knew that they only want to spend more times with him and get his attention.

The corridor was empty and quiet. Fortunately, it’s not dark or else it might be so creepy to stay at school in the night. He walked casually as he looked at the outside from the window. When he arrived at the corner of the corridor, he turned to left –to where the stairs is.

He heard quick footsteps from below as he walk downstairs, he then stop and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, a girl figure appeared as she took a turn to the stairs where Jungkook stood right now. She almost screams when she saw someone standing there.

“Jeon Jungkook! You scare me,” You huffs as you let out a relief sigh after you recognize the boy in front of you.

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion after knowing the owner of the quick footsteps before. “_____, what are you doing here ?”

“Well, I also want to ask you the same, what are you doing here at this time ?”

The boy shrugged casually. “ Jimin punished me for skipping my duties.”

You nodded your head as you went up and walk, passing Jungkook. “Ah, I see. He’s always strict when it comes to works,” you commented.

Unknowingly, Jungkook turned to follow you –forgot his wish to go home quickly and go to sleep. He walks beside you until you stop in front of your class, 3-2. As both of you went in, Jungkook stood in front of class while you walk to your seat then took out a small bag from below the desk.

“I go back here to get this,” you lifted the small bag to show it to the curious boy.

You walked toward him then smiled. “Hey, let’s go home together! I’ll walk you home,” you grinned.

Jungkook looked at you with amused expression. “Walk me home ? Is this one of the step to make me fall for you ?”

There was a silence for a moment as you try to process what he meant then you shook your head with a laugh. “Nope. But, who knows it works. Let’s go!”

The two of you walk out from the school area, actually both of your houses were nearby the school so you don’t have to take the bus. Jungkook was the one who lead the way while you grew confused as you seem familiar with the surroundings. You grabbed Jungkook’s jacket to stop him and it works.

“Wait, this isn’t the way to your house, but this is mine!”

Jungkook let out small chuckle as he continues to walk again, you have no choice but to follow him. “Do you think I would let you walk me home ?  Isn’t supposed to be the boy walk the girl home ?” He answered your question.

“But, how come you still remember the way to my house ? It’s been like 3 years ago –when we’re in the middle school- the last time you visit my house for school project with Jimin and Taehyung.”

“Well, I have a good memory.”

Pfft, show off.”

“Say, it’s been a long time we have a time to talk like this.”

“Well, it’s your fault though, when we entered high school, you suddenly become popular among girls. They admired you as if you’re an idol so it’s hard to get close to you when there are so many girls watching you.”

Silence fills the air as the two of you keep walking. You avoid eye contact with him as your eyes wanders around, you rubbed your hands together to make it warm. It still winter and you should have brought your jacket but you foolishly left it at the class when you went back to get your bag. Suddenly a jacket placed between your shoulder. You look up to see Jungkook placed it neatly on your shoulder with nonchalant expression which confuse you.

“Thank you,” you managed to mutter as you quickly wore the jacket. It felt warm and you can feel his relaxing scent in it, which make you love it more.

Instead of answering your gratitude, he let out a heavy sigh. “Fool, you should have just talk to me and ignore them,” he whispered then said something that you can’t catch.

Before you could respond to his words, the boy stop walking then turns to you with a small smile.

“We’re here.”

You look confused as you slowly nodded. “Ah, yeah, thank you for walk me home.”

Jungkook flash his sweet and charming smile that could melted any girls’ heart. “No problem. Good night, _____.”

“Good night, Jeon Jungkook,” you replied with a smile, too.


You blew your bangs with not amused look on your face as a paper placed on your palm. The class president raised an eyebrow as she shook her head and let out a big sigh. After awhile, she then pushed you out of the busy classroom.

“You have to get everything on the list. We need them for our stall,” the class president gives her a firm look. “Now, go!”

Having no choice, you dragged your feet out of the school area lazily. It’s all start this morning, when you got caught skipping your duties. The class president was a bit furious when she found out, even though you already apologized –not to mention in really dramatic way, in the end you still get punishment from the class president.

When you arrived at the shopping district, you quickly look at the paper and quiet taken aback with the amount of things on the written list. Damn, I’m so unlucky. Then, you start by searching for the easiest ones.

“Let’s start it!” You shouted trying to sound enthusiastic.

After one hour of searching around the shopping district, you start to get tired as you’re trying your best to hold all the stuffs. Oh god. I only have two hands. Why can’t class president send one more person with me ? You thought desperately and secretly cursing the class president for giving you such a hard time.

When you were about to take a rest on a bench, your eyes caught something –or someone whose you familiar with. You raised an eyebrow as you tried to see better, with an unsure mind, you walk closer to the figure, only to be block with lots of passerby. You rolled your eyes as you tried to see the figure better. When you finally get out of the crowd, you found nothing. You frowned in annoyance.

Just when I thought I was seeing Jun–

“I do believe you need help there, _____.” A voice says from behind you.

A relief sigh escapes your lips as you quickly spun around to see the source of the voice. That voice! You slowly grin playfully toward the owner of the voice.

“Jeon Jungkook! There you are!” You somehow felt happier and lighter than usual when you found out that the figure is really Jeon Jungkook. “I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you before.”

The boy let out a tinkling laughter, his eyes turn into crescent moon –which the thing you love the most when he laughs. He slowly approached you and took most of the stuffs from your hands. You bit your lips, trying not to smiling too widely.

Jungkook lead the way then you start to follow him. You walk in comfortable silence as the two of you enjoy the each other companion.

“So, what are you doing here ?”

“Well, I was supposed to buy some things for our class’s stall, together with Hoseok and Taehyung. We already bought all things though.”

You nodded but then frown. “Wait, where is Hoseok and Taehyung then ?”

“They already went back to school,” he answered simply with a small shrug.

“Then, why are you still here ?”

There was a long silence as Jungkook tapped his chin as if he was thinking for the answer. “Hmm.. Should I tell you the reason ?” He asked with a small grin plastered on his face.

You elbow him softly with a look which earned a chuckle from the latter.

“Okay, okay. I was about to go back to school too until I saw you walking while holding many stuffs, not to mention you look tired and annoyed. That’s why I decided to stay back for a while to help you.” The boy explains then gives you a warm smile.

After hearing his answer, you couldn’t help but feel fluttered by his kindness to decide to help you. With him being like this, is that mean he already show interest on you ? Slowly, your heart starts to beat faster than it should be and your face feels warm. No, you can’t fall for this guy.

No, you can’t.

Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face with a confused look. You blinked your eyes then quickly look up at him with an awkward smile. “Um.. What ?”

“_____, you never changed. Always zoning out,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I was asking you if you want some ice cream before going back to school. My treat.”

“Of course I want it!”

You eagerly pulled Jungkook to ice cream shop by holding his sweater. When you arrived at the ice cream shop, you couldn’t help but grinning widely at the sight of ice cream. Jungkook shook his head as you walk to the counter.

“Welcome! What flavor do you want ?”

“Two Chocolate mint, please.” Jungkook replied with a smile.

You quickly turn to him with a surprise look, you tilted your head in confusion. “Hey, you still remember my favorite flavor!”

Jungkook chuckled. “After all, we like the same flavor.”

Both of you went out from the shop with an ice cream on your hands. You eat your ice cream happily while Jungkook shook his head at the sight, you always turn into a child when you eat ice cream. It amuses him and he somehow finds it to be cute. The two of you walk back to school. You look at the boy then decided to act all cute and things like that. Well, maybe it could help your mission.

You tugged his sweater, which make him turned with a questioning look.

“Thank you for the ice cream, Jungkookie~” You sang with a girly voice and smiling cutely which even yourself found it ridiculous.

At first, Jungkook was a bit taken aback, but later he smirked in amusement. He flicked your forehead not too hard. “Fool, stop acting cute. It doesn’t suit you, _____.”

You quickly placed your hands on your forehead and rubbed the place where Jungkook hit it. You pouted then sent a look at the latter. “Hey! You hurt a lady!” You then finish your ice cream with a huff. “Well, who knows it works to make you fall for me. You know, by act all cutesy just like other girls do…”

“You’re cute on your own way, _____. So, don’t try to act that not like you.”


You let out a relief sigh as you finished some costumes for the class cafe later. You turned to the window, the sky already turned into orange and the class was already empty. Nobody was there beside you. Another sigh escaped from your mouth. You rested your head on the table and close your eyes to rest a bit. However, the sleepiness quickly took over and you fell asleep.

A few minutes later, a figure appeared on the doorway, he take a look on the inside and found someone he search was sleeping peacefully. The figure walked closer without making any sound and sat on the chair in front your table, the boy turn to watch your sleeping figure.

“Jeon Jungkook…” You mumbled in your sleep.

The figure was surprised at first but then relaxed when he knew that you aren’t waking up. His eyes softened as he stared at you with unreadable gaze.

“_____, you fool…”


It’s a day before the school graduation and festival day. Somehow, you’re getting closer day by day with Jungkook –just like you used to be. However, you can’t help but feel anxious about your true feelings towards him. An unwanted feeling of fondness slowly crept into your heart and made your heart beat faster each time Jungkook around you. But, the boy seems to be oblivious to your sudden change behavior.

You hate it.

You hates the fact instead making Jungkook give his second button and win the bet, you end up fell for his charms that you never notice since years ago. Falling for Jeon Jungkook will just hurt you in the end. After all, he is also known as the heart breaker for always reject all girls confess to him.

I should just focus on winning the bet.

In other hand, Jung Mirae –your best friend, seems like almost success with her dare. Yesterday, you saw Mirae talking with Yoongi and he –the scary teacher that always had stoic expression on his handsome face, smiled at Mirae! What makes you more annoyed is, Mirae turned to your way and looked at you smugly and mouthed ‘Get ready to embarrass yourself.’

After thinking for a while, you finally came up with a conclusion. Your sudden fond feeling toward Jungkook is only for a while just because you start talk to him again after avoid him for almost three years.

Yup. That must be it.

Suddenly, you felt someone tapped both of your cheeks, pulling you back to reality. Your eyes turned to the intruder of your thoughts and jump a little when you found the boy who had been on your mind recently looking at you with a heart-stopping smile of his.

“Jeon Jungkook, you surprise me!”

Before your hand could hit his arm, he caught it and shook his head as he sent a playful smile. The sudden contact surprise you as you stares at him in baffle and quickly pulled your hand away from his grip. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a little confused with your reaction but then shrug it off.

He leaned on window in front of you classroom and folded his arms in front of his chest.

“Zoning out again ?”

“Since when zoning out is a thing I always do ?”

“You didn’t notice ? You have been always zoning out recently, especially around me. Am I that boring as a company ?”

You bit your bottom lips as you can’t say that you have been thinking of him these days. That would be embarrassing. However, you got an idea. You look at him with a sweet smile.

“Well, I was thinking about you. You never left my mind ever since we talk again.”

Knowing your reason, Jungkook let out a light chuckle then ruffled your hair affectionately –which make you blush and you hates it because the boy knew what he did to you.

“It’s a pleasure to know that a beautiful girl like you was thinking about me.”

Before you could say anything, an annoying sweet voice –so annoying till made you want to throw up, interrupt your talk. Both you and Jungkook turned your attention to the owner of the annoying voice. You raised an eyebrow to see a cute looking girl walk toward the two of you with a bright smile as her eyes fixed on Jungkook. In other hand, Jungkook let out a heavy sigh as he cursed under his breath.

“What do you want, Jang Jiyoo ?”

The latter stopped in front of him then flash a sweet smile. Her hands grabbed Jungkook arms and cling into them. “Jungkook oppa, I’ve been searching for you since this morning!” You furrowed your eyebrows and stares at her in amusement. What the hell is wrong with this girl’s head ? Cling into Jungkook so casually like that.

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. “Stop doing that,” he grumbled.

Jiyoo let go his arms as he told then looked at him dreamily.

“Just tell me what you want to say.”

The girl glance at your way for brief moment, she smirked at you before she turn toward Jungkook with that annoying smile of hers. “Jungkook oppa, later, in graduation day, please give me your second button! Okay ?”

With that being said, Jiyoo turned around and walked away with a confident smile plastered on her face. You were stunned after listen to her words. It seems like the news about your dare to get Jungkook’s second button is already spread around his admirers. And according to Mirae there were already six girls asking for his second button. They must be not happy to know if Jungkook’s second button about to fall into your hands –someone who isn’t on his fanclub.

“She asks for your second button too…” You wonder out loud.

Jungkook turned to you then smiled. “Yeah, what do you think ? Should I reject it or not ?”

You stood in silence. Deep inside your heart, you want to say that you don’t like it and want Jungkook to reject it. However, you don’t have a reason for you to say that, you’re not his girlfriend or anything. The thought of it make you feel bitter.

After a while, you let out a forced chuckle. “I don’t know. Why do you ask me anyway ?”

Jungkook smile faded away then turned into frown. He furrowed his eyebrows, stared at you as if asking for explanation.

“If you think about me, It’s okay. After all, choice is in your hand. I’m not anyone to you anyway.”

“Hm ? So, you don’t mind if I give my second button to her ?”

After saying those words, Jungkook left you with unreadable look. You let out a shaky breath, you knew Jungkook was mad with your answer but you can’t help it. You can just say that you want him to reject the girl because it’s you who will get his second button –with your confidence to win the bet, but the words came out so easily from your mouth because you start to forget about the dare.

I already prepare my heart if Jungkook mad at me, but still, it hurts a lot.


The day finally come, the school was so crowded with the students and their parents. After the graduation ceremony finish, the festival open and the showcase also start. Everyone seems to enjoy the fun except for one person. You were beyond anxious, you can’t concentrate on your class cafe – you were told to be a maid which you actually hate. The thought of Jungkook mad at you keep bugging your mind until you can’t stand it anymore and decided to search for him but the class president will scold you for skipping your duties.

The class president walk closer to you then tapped your shoulder. “_____, you have one hour to rest, so you can go out and enjoy the festival,” she informed with a smile.

After hearing those words, you brightened then grinned at the class president. “Thank you, Nayoung!”

Before you leave the room, Nayoung said something, “if you’re searching for Jungkook, he will perform on the showcase today.”

You turned to the class president with widened eyes, surprised. In other hand, Nayoung was grinning at your way then push you out of the classroom, muttering some supporting words which you replied with a nod.

Without thinking twice, you run toward the school hall where the showcase was held. You kept running in corridor, ignoring the weird stares you got from people around you. What important right now is, to meet Jungkook and tell him that you actually want Jungkook to reject Jiyoo.

When you arrived at the hall, you heard a familiar voice, the voice was so beautiful and soothing. It’s Jungkook’s. He was singing on the stage as the audience seems to really enjoy his performance. You, too, enjoy it as you closed your eyes with a smile on your face.

Memories that resemble you
Remain with me
Your memories, your recollections
It`s a sorrowful life
sorrowful day

Just then, Jungkook eyes found a figure he never expect to be here, watching him perform. He saw your closed eyes as a smile play on your lips, slowly, his lips move upwards and turn into a smile. He continued singing with a smile.

You quickly open your eyes when you heard the audience clapping their hands as Jungkook bowing a little then left the stage. You quickly ran toward the backstage but to your dismay, you didn’t see any sign of Jungkook being there. You let out a small sigh as you ran your fingers through your hair.

You turned around and walk in corridor of the upper floor, it was empty, there were no people there since most of them in the lower floor. However, your eyes caught someone that you have been searching for. Jungkook was looking at the outside through the window, he watch as most of the students having fun with their family. You noticed the second button on his uniform was missing, your heart felt hurt but decided to ignore it.

Without hesitation, you quickly come closer to him and stop right in front of him when he turn to you.

“Jeon Jungkook, actualy I–”

“Stop, don’t say anything.”

“But, listen–”

Jungkook place his finger in front of your lips to stop you from talking, and it worked. He cupped your face with a small smile. However, you open your mouth try to speak again, you need to tell him about your feelings but the boy shook his head.

“I told you to stop, right ? Let me the one who say it.”

You stare at him in confusion until your eyes widened when you heard the next words came out from his mouth.

“_____, I like you.”

“I’ve been liking you since we’re in the middle school. I tried to gives you a sign that I like you but you’re too dense to realize it. When we entered high school, I was so disappointed when you avoid me, in the end I tried to ignore you too. Then, you suddenly come to me saying that you ask for my second button, I was happy at first but then it turn out to be only a dare. But still, I agree because I was hoping, maybe you will fall for me later.”

Jungkook let out a sigh. “But, I guess it doesn’t work because you didn’t care if I give my second button to another girl.”

Suddenly, you placed both of your hands on his cheeks and look at him with a firm look. “You’re wrong, Jeon Jungkook. Actually I like you too.”

A warm and charming smile appeared on Jungkook’s handsome face as he pulled you into a tight hug. You hit his chest while complaining something like you can’t breaths or he hug you too tight. However, Jungkook could care less, he was happy.

Finally, he let go and grinned at your way who sending glare toward him in return. Jungkook reach for your hands and put something on your right palm. You raised an eyebrow and open it, it was a button, Jeon Jungkook’s second button. A bright smile crept onto your face as you turned to Jungkook who also smiling too.

“You know, you look really cute in that maid outfit. I should have come to your class’s cafe before.”

Embarrassed, you hit his chest lightly only to have him pulling you to another warm hug.

Seven Minutes In Heaven (With Seventeen)

Summary: A simple little party in someone’s basement while their parents weren’t home. A simple little game meant for horny preteens trying to get to second base. It’s not supposed to be make or break for your heart, right? Right? Fluff. Multi-chap. 

(A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if any of my followers remember Quizilla. But Quizilla was my first ever fanfiction website. And long before I was writing fanfiction and posting it there, I was reading. And obviously, with a name like Quizilla, the primary formatting of their website was quizzes. This meant that the fanfic writers there actually came up with something very creative - a choose your own adventure style fanfic, usually seven minutes in heaven. I saw these everywhere. If you were in a fandom at the time then there was a 99% chance that a seven minutes in heaven quiz existed for that fandom. Most of the ones I read at the time were about Harry Potter. So anyway I’ll probably explain more about this concept if asked, but I think you’ll get it as you go along. If you have read the Quizilla ones then you’ll get it right off the bat. I’ve always always always wanted to do one of these and I thought Seventeen was the perfect fandom to do it for. I’m gonna have so much fun with this. I think the only warnings are under aged drinking and light promiscuity?? Whatever have fun reading. This is just the prelude before all the individual members parts, but I do recommend reading for set up. -Tanisha<3)

You got invited to parties like this more often than you went to them. You found it more boring going out like this than anything. Your friend group had an odd mixture of people who were of the drinking age and just under, leaving you all with an odd conundrum - the older ones buying alcohol (never anything too heavy) and simply watching in amusement of how the younger ones couldn’t hold their illegal booze. This always gave these parties a distinctly ‘teenage’ vibe. Usually in someone’s basement, or in a dark backyard when parents weren’t home, with Top 40 music blasting in the background for people to embarrass themselves to.

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[for the anon who posted the “write something from the perspective of a Fae” prompt. Connected to the Many-Names series.]


Your name–not Name, mark you–is Heart of Frozen Ocean. You picked the name yourself, and you like it so much better than the other labels slapped onto you by foolish mortals who only saw part of what you are, like ‘nymph’ or ‘water-sprite’ or, hilariously, ‘demon.’ You are none of those. You are water and ice, the ocean abyss where strange things with many teeth and glowing eyes crawl in the darkness. You are deep and dark and freezing, like the black-green oceans of the Arctic, the shade of your eyes.

Of course, these terms only work when it is the oceans of Mortal planes you speak of. Elsewhere is an ocean, too, and what crawls in the depths of that ocean are things which make even you shudder in fear. Ocean depths are scary, scary places, Mortal or Elsewhere.

Recently (though what is ‘recent’ to you? Time is such a slippery thing; was it one year ago? Ten? Do you care?) you came to one of those curious places between your realm and that of Mortals, that so-called Elsewhere University. You were bored. You had taken to the mortal oceans for the last few centuries, and lately you had grown near-nostalgic for the old days, walking among mortals.

(You say walking. It was more like terrorizing. Amazing what mortals would do when they were convinced you were a nymph promising love. Morons, the lot.)

So you came to E University, that in-between place where most of your kind could break through. You had spoken with other fae, heard whispers of how releasing it was to be in the mortal realm, able to wander among and terrorize humans without worrying about the liminal space slipping and being yanked back to Elsewhere.

Those who whisper such are very few and far between. You look down on them, frankly. It wasn’t like you ever had to worry about such petty things; the ocean itself, especially in the dark dark depths where you like to reside and places far estranged from land, is a liminal space. It has always been open to you.

You had forgotten how entertaining mortals were, though. Silly mortals, who didn’t know the rule, whose lives passed in a flash. They moved so fast, crammed so much into so little time. You let yourself be caught up in their current sometimes, for you are a fae of the water and the currents have never hurt you. The mortal current, fast paced and full of entertainment.

Ahhhh, you had forgotten the rush of Taking mortals, hearing them sing for you, promise their hearts away in desperation. You remember now why others spend so much time around places of clear Sighted mortals and thick congregations of the unSeeing. These fragile, short-lived, foolish humans; they were the greatest plaything, the ultimate source of amusement.

And then there was one unlike the others.

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Worry Part Two (Washington x Reader)

AN: here’s part two!

Requests: @emily-ily2 @the-a-ham

Word Count: 1,607

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Masterlist

You woke up later in the morning than you would have preferred with a party to attend to, and George still wasn’t back. He usually spent every moment he could with you when he was home. What had Emma told him? Best to worry about it later. You got up as quickly as you could after last night. There was a knock on the door before George let himself in. You avoided looking at him as you went to get your dress for the day as well as for the party from the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. 

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anonymous asked:

Royalty (prince/princess) rebelling against an arranged marriage with someone much much older than them prompts?

1) “He’s a very respectable match.”
“And dinosaurs are very respectable creatures, but that doesn’t mean I want to marry one.”
“The count isn’t that old. You’re being ridiculous.”

2) “You could do worse. The countess will provide you with a comfortable life and much wisdom.”
“And a life support machine.” They continued stuffing their belongings in a bag, all set to run.
“Then nobody will notice when they die, leave you their ancient fortune, and I’ll come and live with you.”
“I don’t want to murder her! I just don’t want to marry her.”
“All I’m saying is that there are smarter ways to get what you want then running. They’ll only drag you back anyway.”
“…you have something in mind?” They asked their lover.

3) They looked at the young, foolish thing they were supposed to marry and felt a stab of amusement at their antics. At the least suitable match they could find dangling on their arm.
“So, we want to announce we got married last night,” the young royal declared.
Oh, this would definitely bring some life back to the palace.

Working on thank-you gift-fic for people! This one is for @rozf, who requested Cherik Regency AU…


The River Thames had not been designed, precisely, for leisure swimming. This was true even along a pleasure-garden tributary, and true even on a summer-soaked day, and true even for the passengers aboard the Prince Regent’s flower-bedecked yacht, though they were learning this fact to some dismay.

Erik Lehnsherr had not been aboard the yacht. In fact he’d been swimming stealthily behind it and plotting to sneak aboard and violently dismember one of said passengers, Lord Shaw. He treaded water, and contemplated the sudden arrival of fashionable aristocrats in his river of vengeance.

He contemplated in particular the one beside him, who’d not fallen in drunkenly laughing, nor jumped from the tipsy party to save a lady who’d already saved herself by swimming to shore. No, the boy next to him, treading water and gazing right back, had seen him.

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The Axeman of New Orleans

It’s March 13th, which means it’s been 98 years since the night of the Axeman.

The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer that killed with, you guessed it… an Ax.  His victims numbered at 7 over the span of a year. The Axeman was not caught or identified, and his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it had started. The murderer’s identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed. On March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.

The Axeman’s Letter as it was posted in the Times Picayune:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman