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He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter

“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.


You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”

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SKAM S04E06 Clip 5 - Let’s go bitches

ISAK: Hello.


EVEN: Hi, Sana.

ISAK: Where did you see it last?

EVEN: I don’t know. I think it’s in the bed, but I can’t find it. I’m sorry I’m stressing. I have to make it to work on time for once.

SANA: What a nice place.

ISAK: Thank you. Snooped around flea markets and picked out the cheapest stuff.

EVEN: You call that snooping?

ISAK: Yeah, I guess it’s that. Took the first -

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Huh?

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Yeah.

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So Much More [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “#1 with jason todd please ❤❤ congratulations on your 1.4k milestone you deserve it 💙❤💙❤💙❤”

A/n: Here’s another 1,400 milestone drabble. I’ve almost got them all finished! YAY! I really liked this one so I hope you guys love it and I’d love to know if you do! <33

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

@crazymangaluv​ I believe you asked to be tagged!

If there was one thing that confused people, it’s your relationship with Jason. They never could tell if you both were together or not for a multitude of reasons. Shall we list them?

Well first thing is that you live together, but simply as roommates. You both are vigilantes so it made night jobs easier. Along with those nighttime activities, you’re partners. Wherever Red Hood goes so does [s/h/n] and wherever [s/h/n] goes so does Red Hood. As far as your relationship outside vigilante life, you guys are often found together. Having similar interests you like the same places. If he had a nightmare, you’d sleep with him so he’d feel safe. Sometimes he holds your hand in crowded places in fear of losing you. Strangers even have called you both a beautiful couple on a few occasions.

Not to mention you had a, friends with benefits type of relationship too. Sometimes you both are on an adrenaline high from patrol and need to let off that extra steam.

Though lately, Jason’s been pushing for more and more contact with you. Not that you’re complaining, you didn’t think much of it. That wasn’t until he started to seem jealous of guys around you. He started to not like it when guys flirted with you at bars or clubs. Which killed the mood for you sometimes because you are in fact single.

But you put up with it because Jason is your best friend and partner. Knowing it’s just his protective nature. Well, you put up with it until now.

Tonight was a night you actually didn’t have patrol, so you decided to take the chance and actually go out. You had met a guy about a week ago at a bar, having got his number you set up a date for tonight.

You walked out of your room where Jason was out on the couch loading his guns and extra clips for his patrol that night. When he saw you his jaw dropped. You wore a black dress that highlighted your curves, your hair was curled and fell perfectly. Your makeup was natural tones except the red lipstick that made your lips stand out.

The way his eyes raked your body and his voice caught in his throat made you smirk. “I guess I don’t need to ask if I look good.” He cleared his throat before standing up and walking over to you. “Uh, yeah. Where are you going?”

You shrugged, moving to sit on the couch to pull on your heels. “Just getting a drink with someone.” He nodded, his hands resting in his pockets. You stood up, shifting to make sure your shoes were on comfortably. “So, who is it you’re seeing?” Jason asked curiously.

“A guy I met at the bar last week. Gonna see if there’s any spark.” You smiled and slung your bag over your shoulder. Jason’s jaw clenched and his hand turned to a fist in his pocket. “But be safe on patrol okay? Don’t make me have to patch you up.” You teased and patted his shoulder before walking out your front door. Unaware of the anger boiling in your partner right now as he set out on patrol early.

Jason was angry every minute he was out there. He was a bit more violent than usual and everyone took note of it. “Jason, what’s under your skin?” Dick asked over his comm. “Nothing” He answered shortly. “Doesn’t sound like nothing” Tim was next to speak up. “I said it’s nothing!” Growling at his brothers. “Is it because [F/n]’s on a date?” Dick questioned, ignoring the irritation he was causing his brother. “Why would that bother me?” Jason said through grit teeth.

“Tt, it’s obvious your feelings for her Todd.” Damian huffed on the other end of his comm. “You don’t know what you’re talking about runt.” Jason retorted, agitated. “Jason, we know you well enough to know when you really love someone. She’s your world and we all know it.” Dick spoke sincerely. “You don’t know anything.” Jason mumbled before dropping down on a mugger about to jump out and grab a girl walking home. He threw him against the wall, punching him in the nose to hear a sickening crack. Then kicking him in the leg, hearing it snap before knocking him out. Right then he heard someone land behind him. “Great” he mumbled before turning to see Bruce standing there.

“What’s wrong with you tonight? You’re using excessive force even for you Jason.” Bruce’s low voice rumbled through the alleyway. Jason rolled his eyes, “Just be happy I didn’t kill him.” He went to get back to the rooftop but Bruce stopped him. “Jason, I’m serious.”

“Well what the fucking hell is new?!” Jason yelled, hitting Bruce’s hand off him. “I think you’re done for tonight. Go home and don’t come back out until you have a handle on yourself.” Bruce commanded before grappling up to the rooftop. Jason clenched his fists before punching a nearby dumpster. Leaving a sizable dent in it.

Jason grappled to a nearby roof. Just sitting on the edge thinking. He knew Damian, all of them, were right. He did have feelings for you but you just saw him as a friend. You were going on a date for fucksake. He sighed before growling to himself and pulling off his helmet in frustration. But how could you have no feelings for him at all, it was obvious you both weren’t just friends.

All of the anger seemed to drain from his body in the moment. How could he be angry with you? Or at this guy you’re out with? He’s the one who couldn’t get the courage to tell you how he felt. At that moment he realized, he wasn’t angry at you or that guy, he was angry at himself. Coming to the realization Jason stood up quickly and raced back to your shared apartment, he couldn’t let himself lose you. He quickly changed into jeans, a black v-neck, and his leather jacket before heading out to your favorite bar. Hoping he’d find you there.

Taking a deep breath he pulled the creaky doors to the diamond in the rough bar you both frequented. Stepping out of the brisk Gotham air and into the warmth of the building. He looked around, scanning for you. It didn’t take him long to find you and your date. He could tell you were a bit tipsy by the way you were giggling. You were only one to giggle when you had been drinking. Though he didn’t like the way the guy’s hand was moving up your thigh. Jason knows you better than anyone, meaning he knows you would barely even kiss on your first date with a stranger, let alone put out. He hated the idea that this guy was going to try and take advantage of you.

Growling he stormed over. “Hey!” Yelling at the guy before standing next to you. “Jason?” You quickly turned to face him. He grabbed your date’s wrist, forcing it off you. “Don’t touch her like that.” Jason growled. “Who the hell even are you?” your date asked as he tore his wrist away. “That’s not important” Jason growled dangerously.

He looked at you, “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” Scoffing before standing and picking up his jacket. Throwing a few bills down on the bar to pay for the drinks. “Wait no!” You tried to stop him before he left, but you were ignored as he walked out of the bar. Feeling both sad and angry you turned to Jason before punching his chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Yelling before turning around and walking out too.

Though Jason was quick on your heels. “[F/n] wait!” Yelling as he ran to catch up to you. “I don’t want to talk to you.” Pointing at him. But he caught up and stopped you. “Please just let me explain.” Frustration laced in his voice.

“Explain what?! How you just fucked up my date and entire night?! What the fuck kind of friend are you?!” Screaming at him and poking his chest with your finger roughly.

He hated that word, ‘friend.’ It made his blood boil. He wanted to be so much more than just your friend. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” Jason yelled back at you, the sentence making you freeze in place.

He took a deep breath, letting any anger and frustration go. “[F/n], you and I both know we’re more than just friends. The way we know each other, the things we do together. It’s more than just friends, or friends with benefits. Friends with benefits there isn’t the passion that we have. [F/n] I think of you as so much more than a friend. I…” He hesitated “I love you.”

You stared into his eyes, seeing how genuine his words were. “You love me?” Asking in disbelief. He nodded “I do, I really do.”

He watched as you processed everything. “Jason I…”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same. I know it’s all sudden but I just couldn’t keep it in anymore.” You could’ve sworn you heard his heart break. “No Jason it’s not that. I-I do have feelings for you in that way, I just… I don’t know if I love you.”

“Do you think one day you could?” His voice when asking was almost a whisper. He wasn’t completely sure if he wanted the answer to this question, but he had to ask it.

He had looked down when asking the question, unable to look at you. You had barely processed the words before you breathed out a “Yes.”

His eyes shot up to yours immediately. A wide smile spread on his face before he reached out and pulled you to him. His arms wrapped around you as he crashed his lips to yours. Giggling you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

After a moment you pulled away, your red lipstick having stained his lips. Laughing you wiped your thumb over his mouth to try and clean it off him. But instead he stopped you hand and pressed his lips to your palm before holding it to his chest. The intimate gesture making heat rise to your cheeks.

“They were right.” He chuckled. “Who?” Your brows knitted together in confusion.

He smiled before answering, “My brothers. When they said you’re my world.” Your cheeks heated up and you smiled sheepishly. Shaking your head you mumbled “Shut up” before kissing him again. Making Jason for the first time in his life feel pure bliss.

anonymous asked:

Okok so it can be a scenario or a list of things idc buuuuut super insecure MC going to an art exhibit with V to find out that his entire gallery are beautiful pictures of her /a lot of them are nudes too because insecure but V obviously finds her beautiful/ and he wins?? And everyone finds the photos incredible. And she's never felt more happy and beautiful. I just want V to have a good happy damn ending with MC

This is wonderful yes! I’ll write this as V has his eyesight.

~Okay but I changed it just a little bit, I’m sorry. I love the idea but I also don’t want anyone putting nudes up of someone without their consent? So MC has said yes to the photos but hasn’t seen them so that’s the surprise okay? I hope you don’t mind!


Fluffy fluff <3

Word Count: 1,278

     “Don’t be nervous,” V spoke in that calm way of his.

     It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to be put on display for everyone to see. Months ago he had asked if you would be his sole subject for an upcoming gallery. It was his big comeback after getting the eye surgery, and the only thing he said he wanted to shoot-was you. How he talked you into this, you’ll never know. Well…you did know. It’s because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he talked had you believe it yourself for the first time. But staring at your reflection in the mirror now, thinking about all those people who had been anxiously waiting for his return and packed in to the space like sardines gawking at the photos, your stomach was doing flips. What if they didn’t like them? V hadn’t even let you see the pictures, he said he ‘wanted it to be a surprise.’ You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking deep breaths to calm yourself and fumbling with the stupid clip of your necklace.

     V moved your hair to the side and took the clasp from your hands, kissing your neck softly after securing it. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. He smelled of his cologne.

     “Ready?” he hummed excitedly.

     “No,” you pouted.

     “It’s going to be alright,” he chuckled, “have faith in me.”

      Just as you expected, the space was packed. An uproarious applause incited by your arrival lasted for what seemed like an hour, and your cheeks were feeling hot. A few faces stuck out in the crowd of strangers. People you’d had dinners with or photographers friends of V’s. The room was buzzing and you were feeling sick.

     “I need a glass of champagne,” you squeezed his hand.

     “Alright, love. Wait right here, I’ll be back,” he replied before disappearing.

     You had tried to avoid looking at the pictures but you supposed you had no choice now. The memory attached to each photo replayed in your mind while looking at them. That close up of your face. He had pulled the camera up and snapped that picture in the middle of a conversation, “your eyes are sparkling so brightly right now,” he’s said.

     And that angled photograph on you among tall trees looking towards the sky. You’d both been out on a nature hike that day and you stopped to admire the sun shining through the leaves.

     And the black and white portrait of you nude on the bed, body parts peeking out through the silk sheet. You almost choked. That was taken one night after you’d just finished having sex. He’d rolled out of the bed and reached for his camera.

     “V, no…” you had put your hands over your face.

     “Please…you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’d love to capture this for the gallery. The flush of your cheeks and your messy hair framing your face…you look sexy and elegant and confident. Please, would you let me?”

     “Well…alright…but keep the compliments going,” you laughed.

     You had forgotten about that one. Oh god, where was that champagne? Looking around you caught soundbites and snippets of conversation.

     “This really is his best work yet.”

     “What a comeback!”

     “These are really inspiring, I’ve already chosen the one I’d like to purchase.”

     “This whole collection is so beautiful and raw, I’m in love!”

     It was almost too much to take in. People were liking photos of…you? Buying photos of you? It was like being in the twilight zone. How many times had you cried in a dressing room when something didn’t fit right, or looked at yourself in the mirror after a shower with disgust? And now here you were, body on display for the world to see, and they were enamored with you? At some point in your trail of thoughts a smile had spread on your lips. Perhaps you hadn’t given V enough credit…

     “That’s you, correct? You’re the girl in these?” a tall man had taken a spot next to you.

     “Oh…um, yes. I am,” you nodded and blushed.

     “These are excellent. I am particularly interested in this one here,” he gestured to a photo of you smiling with his cocktail, “what modeling agency are you with? I think I have a few opportunities for you. Would you like to go to dinner maybe, talk things over?” he took a confident sip of his drink.

     “Careful, buddy. Don’t steal her away from me now,” V appeared with your champagne glass and handed it to you, chuckling and slipping his free hand around your waist.

     “V! My apologies, I didn’t realize… Well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” he shrugged, “excuse me, then,” he took a few steps and mingled himself into another group.

     “I’m sorry I took so long. Every step I was getting pulled in for a chat”

     “It seems like everyone is raving about your work,” you noted before taking a much needed sip.

     “Yes. But what do you think?” he replied in that serious tone, like he was nervous to even ask.

     “I…I love it. I’m shocked, but I love it.”

     “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I know you were hesitant at first. But, I wanted everyone-including you, to see just how beautiful you really are. To see you as I see you. Come on, let’s look at them all together,” he beamed.

     It was a night of praises and cheers. It seemed everyone was pining over the photos and praising your looks. Every group had something wonderful to say. ‘You’re a lucky man, V’ ‘What a beautiful couple you two make’ ‘I’d take her photos, too’ ‘Will you be doing a second collection like this one?’

     As the evening dwindled down you felt like floating. All of your fears and insecurities seemed so small and insignificant now as V held your hand and kissed your forehead in pure joy at the responses you both had received.

     “V, all of the works have sold! I can’t believe it. What a night!,” the woman who ran the gallery was gushing. She might have even been a little buzzed off of champagne in celebration of the success.

     “I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.

     “But there is a man who wants to talk to you. It’s about that photo, the one you didn’t want sold?”

     “Oh? Alright then, where is he?”

     She led you both to a large man in a thick black coat. He was holding a drink in his gloved hand, his eyes transfixed on that black and white portrait of you on the bed.

     “Ah, the man of the hour!” he shook V’s hand, “now you can explain to me why this lady here says I can’t buy this piece.”

     “I’m glad you like it,” he laughed, “but it’s just as she said. It’s not for sale. I wanted to add it to the gallery, but I’m afraid I can’t part with it.”

     “I’m a determined man, V. I’ve been a fan of your work for a long time now. This photo is emotional and brilliant. This woman looks fierce but elegant. It’s truly captivating. I don’t like to take no for an answer. Now, if it’s a matter of money…”

     V couldn’t help but smile and nod, all three of you were now gazing at the picture.

     “Right you are,” V replied, “but I’m sorry. This one is just for me.”

Sidgeno Actor AU anon fic

(A wonderful little fic I’m posting for an author who’d like to remain anonymous!! This is NOT written by me! Please read this it’s so cute and I love it to death)

The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

Tanger scoffs and pushes him off as Sid takes his first step after a year and a half in a wheelchair and the woman sitting in front of them shushes them.

When the lights come on Geno is wiping his eyes and Tanger is rolling his.

“You know I’m fine with you showing emotion,” Tanger says as they file out of the theater. “But could you maybe not do it on my sweater.”

“You not cry. Heartless.” Geno sniffles.

“I’m not heartless, I just know the difference between reality and fiction.”

Geno slaps his hand against the movie poster hanging on the wall outside of the theater and Tanger smiles apologetically at the couples walking past them. “Is based on true story,” Geno says as he taps the small text right beneath the title. “Reality. He can’t walk after car accident. Lose everything. Can’t play hockey. Work so hard and comes back. Scores game winning goal. No heart.”

“You have too much heart. You cried last week at that movie where the dog died.”

Geno chases after him through the lobby. “You cry too.”

“Dogs are different.” Tanger pushes his way through the front doors and doesn’t hold them for Geno. “Everyone cries over dogs.”

“Fine, fine. But he good actor, right?”

“Oh yeah. Sid’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good. He great.”

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A/N: I said I would do it… and now I’ve done it! ;-) Here’s my first Jonathan Pine Imagine. There will be more with him for sure! Have fun!

2nd October: Wicked seduction. 🍸 | feat. Jonathan Pine

Words: 3166
Warnings: smut

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Kobayashi Gives Kanna “The Talk” (This Time It’s Not What You Think It Is)

More Dragon Maid family feels.  Today we’re serving some “shit I adopted a dragon baby” stress and partially reluctant grappling with mom-ing feelings on Kobayashi’s part. Just the kind of unabashed fluff I usually produce, this time in the g rated spectrum.

If Dragon Maid fic is your thing, there’s two more on my handy dandy fanfic masterlist.

Kobayashi feigns getting up from her desk to get coffee when her phone lights up with an incoming call. It’s Tohru, which isn’t unusual. She doesn’t know how to text and Kobayashi doesn’t feel she can really be trusted with much more than the landline at the apartment quite yet. Although she usually waits until lunch to call. She wonders what’s so urgent that she couldn’t wait the half hour. 

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anonymous asked:

would you write something in the chancellor obi-wan verse that brings up obi-wan's relationship with ahsoka? or just lineage feels in general, really, but especially ahsoka. thank you so much!

Finally, we have Ahsoka’s POV! I have a few other asks about how she reacts to Chancellor Kenobi, but this isn’t quite that (too late in the timeline).

Ahsoka takes a small break from her battle against a training droid just as the doors to the training salles open.

“Master Obi-Wan!” she says, extinguishing her lightsabers and heading over to him.

“Ah, Ahsoka. Doing a bit of saber practice before shipping out?” Master Obi-Wan strokes his beard and smiles at her.

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Note: It’s been forever and a half since I’ve written, I’m sorry. Deadlines are kicking my ass, so I haven’t had time to do much of anything. Buuuuut, enjoy this super long Daveed fic! 

Word Count: 3222

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, getting drunk

AU: Roommate

“Daveed, get your ass up! It’s Tuesday!” You yelled, hitting your roommate with a pillow, trying to wake him up.

He groaned, turning over to cover his head with his arms.

“It’s my day off, Y/N, it’s too early for this shit.” His voice sounded muffled due to him laying in the bed facefirst.

“No,” you whined, “you’re my running buddy. I wanted to go on a run before the streets get busy.”

“The streets are always busy. Let me sleep.” He stated turning towards you, and cracking one eye open.

“Shut up.” You said, hitting him with a pillow again, causing some feathers to fall out of it.

“Ow,” Daveed groaned. “What the fuck, Y/N? Chill. What did I ever do to you?”

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I Can See for Miles and Miles // Kit Walker

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

A/N: I’m trying to take care of the older requests before I get to the new ones. So here, have some Kit smut. Also trying a new POV so let me know if ya’ll like this better or not.

Also, I truly adore the shit out of this fic. It’s short but I think it’s so cute.

Side note: Shout out to my cool ass dad for giving me such an awesome taste in music and a slight dose of alcoholism. I remember going to the Moose Lodge with him when I was like five or six, this playing on the jukebox as I hung around a bunch of old ass veterans while my dad got hammered until my mom got off work to get me.

Warnings: Smut, language.

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I’m Just Too Far From Where You Are: Ficlet

WHAAAAAT? An update from Owlish?!?!? I’m just as surprised as you are guys. I wrote this little guy in between writing essays.

Here’s a baby ficlet for you all! A sleep Jamie, a chatty Claire, a lil angst, a lil love. ENJOY!

It had been three months, one week, and four days. But who was counting?

Certainly not Jamie Fraser. Tall and broad, he wore a hearty, strong exterior with a steely interior to match, or so people thought. In truth, he was quite the romantic, old soul with his heart lying upon his sleeve. No one would guess that such a man would dwell on the matters of love.

No, Jamie was a fine actor, speaking only of business and logistics, keeping conversations safe and as far away from his heart as possible. Smiling, laughing…acting. It was a mere facade to keep the sadness at bay.

In truth, his happiness had disappeared. Three months, one week, and four days ago.


“I have to go, Jamie. There’s nothing for me here.”

Nothing? Was I so far down on your list that I constituted nothing?

“I’m suffocating.”

Suffocating? In Scotland? That made no sense. Scotland was wide and wild, with plenty of room to breath. Paris was suffocating.

“I’m sorry. I just…I can’t be here anymore.”

Please, stay.

“I love you. You’re my best friend.”

I love you too. But, you’re more to me than a friend. Can’t you see that?

“Goodbye, Jamie. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”

You are my happiness, Claire.


Jamie lie in bed, replaying his last conversation with Claire, as he did most nights. This left his mind reeling, and unable to shut off.  He hadn’t slept a full night since she left.

The same questions always plagued his mind.

Why did she leave?

How could she?

What did I do wrong?

He knew it wasn’t his fault, though. Claire had had a terrible past year. Both of her parents had died within a month of each other, and Claire, being the lone survivor of the Beauchamp family, was in charge of burying them both. The stress and sorrow that plagued her afterward took over her life. She failed her classes, she drank in excess.

Jamie couldn’t blame her for wanting to leave. Scotland held so much sadness for her. But, he missed her greatly, and wished she would come back.

You’re being selfish. She did what was best for her.

He knew that, but he couldn’t stop the longing for her that crept into his mind. He curled up like a shrimp, trying to rid himself of all thought. He needed to get some rest.


“Ye look like shit,” Ian remarked, studying the dark circles that marred Jamie’s face. Jamie grimaced, but he supposed that’s what friends were for: complete honesty.

“Aye. I dinna feel much better either.”

“Did ye no sleep?”


“Perhaps ye should go home. Take a nap, aye?”

But Jamie shook his head before Ian finished speaking. This was his bar, his responsibility. He’d be damned if he shucked that onto someone else.

“What, ye dinna trust me to take over for ye?” Ian teased. “It’s easy, I think. Just get the people drunk, aye? I can handle it.”

Jamie chuckled, but did not change his mind. He had been the sole proprietor and head bartender of Leoch for five years now, and had no intention of changing that. He appreciated Ian’s offer for help, but his pride outweighed his bodily needs. Besides, Ian had bairns, and should not be stuck filling in for his sleepless brother-in-law all evening. No, Jamie would manage.

“I ken it’s been hard for ye.” Ian’s voice rang out, slicing through his thoughts.


“Claire leaving. I ken ye try to hide it, but I’ve known ye since we were lads. Ye canna hide it from me.”

“She was a good lass, always willing to help around here.” Excuses and lies.

“It’s more than that.” Ian gave him a pointed look. “Ye’ve been in love with her for years.”

Jamie had never told Ian that, but his friend always seemed to see through his bravado.

“Are ye sure ye dinna need me tonight?”

“Nay, Ian. I’ll do.”

“Fine. But call me if ye do. It’s no weakness to ask for help.” Ian clapped Jamie on the shoulder before leaving the dark pub.

Jamie would manage. He always did.


The night drug on, and left Jamie heavy-eyed and unfocused. He ran two red lights and nearly clipped a fire hydrant on his way home from the pub. Exhaustion was washing over him in waves. The sleepless nights he had endured seemed to be catching up to him all at once.

Trudging up the stairs to his flat, he stumbled a bit, looking very much like the drunks he served. Eyes bleary, he rummaged through his pocket to find his keys, accidentally kicking a small body lounging beside his door.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”

Jamie only knew one person to use that phrase.


Wide brown eyes glanced up at him beneath a nest of curls.

“Hi, Jamie.”

He was wide awake.


“Would ye like anything to drink? I have some whisky.”

Claire wouldn’t look at Jamie as she spoke. “No, thanks. I’ve… um… I’ve stopped drinking.”

He knew the problems she had, her toxic relationship with alcohol. A small, proud smile crept onto his lips.

Good for you, Claire.

“Tea, then?”

“Tea sounds wonderful.”

Setting the steaming mug on the coffee table in front of Claire, Jamie joined her on the couch. They sipped in companionable silence, though awkwardness threatened to overtake. Jamie spoke up first.

“What are ye doing here, Claire? I didna expect ye to—”

“I know, I know. I should have called.”

“How’s Paris?”

“Paris is… fine.”

Jamie expected her to continue. Claire was a talker. She was always willing to speak more than strictly necessary, arms flailing passionately. This was her downfall in primary school, earning her multiple trips to Headmaster Kennedy’s office.

Jamie was surprised she did not display this trait now. Paris was the city of love and light and fashion. Surely there was much to talk about, especially for a babbler like Claire. But, she remained tight-lipped, and Jamie didn’t push her.

“That’s nice. I’m glad yer enjoying it.”


Tiny slurps filled the room. Jamie grinned; the noise didn’t bother him so much when Claire did it.

“I hate Paris, Jamie.” It was barely a whisper, a quiet confession.


“I… I thought it’s what I wanted. To get away. From everything.” The dam was broken; there was no stopping her speech. “But… it’s so lonely is Paris. So fucking lonely. I wanted a fresh start, you know? But, it just made it worse. No one knew me there. I thought I’d… like that, but it was the worst I’ve felt since… since…”

“Since they died?”

Tears were falling freely, her throat choked with them. “Yes.”

“I’m so sorry, mo nighean.” A large hand fell softly on her knee.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I’m the one that should be sorry.”

“No, Claire, ye—”

“I left you. As if you didn’t matter. Just left. Dropped all contact. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Ye were sad, angry. Ye wanted a fresh start, as ye said. I dinna blame ye. I’ve missed ye, but I’m no mad at ye.”

“I’m mad at myself enough for the both of us.”

“I’ll no allow that.”

Claire made a derisive noise in her throat. “You don’t have a choice, my lad.”

“Claire, look at me.” She hesitated, but finally pulled her eyes to his. “I forgive ye, even though there’s nothing to forgive. I canna tell ye how I would react in yer situation. Ye did what ye thought ye had to. And… I’m here for ye, Claire. I always have been, and I always will be.”

She dropped her eyes again, leaning against his shoulder for support. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I could ask the same question.”

Jamie felt Claire’s mouth open and close, mustering up to say something else. She sighed.

“Out with it, lass.”

“It’s just…” They pulled apart to look into each other’s eyes. “I’ve missed you, Jamie. More than anything. I… feel a certain way. About you. Another thing I tried to run from. But… it didn’t work.”

“What are ye saying?” He tried to keep the hope from creeping into his voice. Was she…?

“I… I think I love you. Well, I’ve always loved you. I should say… I think I’m in love with you. And, I know that’s insane, right? To love someone and leave them without a second glance? But, I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused, and all those emotions… I just couldn’t handle them all. And I—”

He cut her off with his lips. It was a chaste kiss, with the promise of passions held in check.

“God, ye dinna ken how happy that makes me. I’ve loved ye for the longest time.”



“Good. Otherwise, I would’ve felt a right fool.”

They kissed again, mouths open, welcoming each other.

“Stay with me, tonight. We can deal with everyone else tomorrow. We’ll tell them you’re back. Tomorrow, though. Just, let tonight be for us.”

She smiled against his mouth, giving it a quick peck.


Surprises || Barry Allen

Originally posted by nikascott

Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Word Count: 2422

Summary: You and Barry have been seeing each other for a year. Your anniversary is fast approaching and you aren’t sure if Barry even remembers. 

Warnings: major fluff as requested, surprises

Request: Hi, Can I get an imagine with Barry Allen Earth 1, and he does a surprise for the reader on their anniversary? please

Note: I used a westallen gif, but it works for this imagine. 


Almost two years ago, your younger brother was on a school field trip when a metahuman attacked the building the school group was in by causing an earthquake. The flash had intervened and saved your brother from being crushed. When he was returned to your arms, you cried more than you ever had. 

That day you asked the flash if you could repay him somehow. Though he turned down your offer, he promised you that he would see you around. He was true to his word.

Every time you were in any semblance of trouble, the flash was there. eventually though it became more often than when you were in trouble. Sometimes, when it was late at night, he would show up on your balcony just to talk. Though he never told you his name, he became the most important person in your life aside from your family.

When he took off his mask in front of you one day, you were shocked that he trusted you so much. You learned even more about him that day. You learned that his name was Barry Allen and that he was a CSI at the CCPD. You learned all about his work with star labs and about the people he worked with an loved. He had told you stories before then, but he never told you names.

Shortly after you were dating Barry Allen. It was like a whirlwind romance that took you by surprise. You weren’t looking for someone when you started dating, but you were glad you had been open to it. You couldn’t be any happier.

Barry was living with you in your apartment. You guys had been talking about maybe even getting a fish together. The discussion had started with a dog, but with Barry being the flash and your work, you just wouldn’t have time to take on a dog. Then you discussed a cat, but you had decided against that one too. Fish was the only thing that you two could settle on, but you were happy with your life and where you were going.

When you woke up this morning, you weren’t surprised to see that the bed was empty. Barry was off as the flash saving somebody. Sometimes he would miss a date or forget an event, but you felt nothing pride when you thought of him. Sure, it hurt sometimes, but how could you stay mad at him when he’s out there saving people and stopping bad and reckless metas.

You got out from underneath your warm blankets to shuffle into the kitchen. Your fuzzy socks slide across the hard wood floors like it was ice. You had Barry’s star labs sweatshirt wrapped around you. Today was a lazy Saturday, and you planned to spend it snuggled up as warmly as possible. The autumn air had turned cold earlier this week, so you were glad you got this chance to stay warm.

You pulled open the fried to look for something to have for breakfast. Just as you reached for the carton of orange juice you felt a brief swirling wind that cause your hair to blow back.

“You aren’t supposed to up yet,” You heard the voice of your boyfriend say from behind you. Looking behind you, you saw that your boyfriend held a pink box. You knew that the box was full of doughnuts. A smile stretched across your face as you turned to him letting the fridge close behind you.

You were a sucker from doughnuts, but you were sure there was some their reason for the doughnuts beyond just he knew you like them. You brushed the thought away as you walked toward him. He opened his arms to wrap them around you, but you adjusted your path to grab the box of doughnuts from him.

You walked to the cupboard that housed plates and cups without bothering to even greet your boyfriend.

“Damn, if I would have known you were going to bypass me for the doughnuts, I would have hide them until I at least got a greeting,” Barry said. You could tell he was pouting by his clipped words and rude tone.

You felt that the attitude he gave you was no worth a response as you set the doughnuts on the counter. You were going over all the things that could be going on that would have earned you doughnuts. Opening the cupboard, you grabbed a small plate and a glass cup. You walked back to the fridge and grabbed milk (or a lactose free substitute) to fill you cup before you returned the carton back to the fridge. As you were opening the beautiful pink box you realized why he had brought you doughnuts.

It was your anniversary. How could you have forgotten. This day last year, you went on your first date with Barry Allen. This was a really big moment for the two of you. Barry had mentioned once that he hadn’t ever had a relationship last more than about 6 months, but here you were at 1 year, and you had forgotten.

You weren’t going to let Barry figure that out as you got another plate of the cupboard. You took out your favorite doughnut and set it on your plate and did the same for Barry. When you finally looked at the man you loved, you saw he was watching you with such admiration twinkling in his eyes.

“I love you,” He said with a dreamy smile in his face. It brought a smile to your face as well. You brought the plates toward where Barry was seated at the kitchen Island. You set his in front of him and took a seat next to him.

“I love you too, Bare,” you said kissing his check. His dreamy smiled turned into a full-fledged grin at that. You took a large bite of your doughnut making a mess of your face. Barry laughed at you taking a bite of his own doughnut.

After another bite, you realized that you left your cup on the counter. As if reading your mind, Barry ran to grab the drink before you could even get up. Because of his speed, there some of the milk had actually splashed out of the cup leaving the counter covered with milk splatters. You rolled your eyes as you got up to get a towel to clean the mess up.

“Barry, I thought we talked about running with liquids,” you said frustrated.

Barry had always been confused about what made you mad and what didn’t. Bothe Linda and Patty had always gotten mad about him missing dates, but you got mad at Barry for spilling liquids every time he ran with him. He couldn’t laugh as you left the room to grab a towel from your linen closet. When you got back Barry had called his laughter and was still sitting there watching you.

“How come you get my drink, but you can’t help to clean up the mess you made,” this time when you spoke you were less mad. It was really hard to stay mad it him when he was looking at you the way he was.

“I’m sorry, beautiful,” He said still not getting up. “I just find it really adorable how frustrated you get about this stuff.”

You rolled your eyes more jokingly with a smile budding on your lips. Barry continued to eat his doughnut while you cleaned the mess up. You threw the towel into the sink before returning to your seat.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” You asked. You half expected him to have this elaborate day planned out. Barry really liked going all out. On your first date, he had this fancy dinner planned and got you a dozen roses. He also took you to stargaze just out of the city after dinner. It was just who Barry was.

“Well, I said I would come in and work on paper work today,” Berry said covering his mouth so you didn’t see his partially chewed bite of doughnut. Though it was gross you appreciated the man’s gesture. You could nothing to keep the grimace off your face. You hated when people talked with food in their mouth.  The grimace didn’t last long as your face returned to its usual bright smile that Barry evoked.

“What about for tonight?” You asked eagerly. Surly he would have something for tonight, right?  Barry nodded swallowing his bite this time before speaking.

“I told Caitlin and Cisco that we would go to the bar with them,” Barry said bring your cup up to his lips.

You couldn’t believe that Barry hadn’t planned anything for today. Yeah you had been razing about your lazy weekend all week, but that was because you hadn’t remembered what today was. Barry always remembered important dates like this. How had he not this time. This was the most important anniversary so far. As you took another bite, you realized if Barry hadn’t remembered your anniversary than what were the doughnuts for. You set the small bite that was left back down on your plate.

“Barry, why did you bring home doughnuts?” you turned to look at him. Your eyebrows were pulled together tightly as you tried to think of any other reason for them. Barry had stopped suddenly as his hand holding the chocolate pastry near his lips had stopped moving. You had seen the face he wore many times. He was trying to come up with a good excuse on the spot.

You suddenly became worried. Was Barry apologizing for something? Had he done something wrong like scratched your car or lost your new fuzzy socks you had lent him? Then your mind turned much darker. Had Barry cheated on you?

“I honestly promised Caitlyn that I would grab her something for tonight,” Barry said standing up suddenly. “I really should grab it before I forget again. I should be back around five or six to pick you up okay?”

Barry had avoided the question altogether. He hadn’t even said whatever excuse he was trying to come up with. You felt hurt. Your mind ran wild with possibilities as he shoved the last of his doughnut in his mouth and ran out. He left with a short good-bye and a kiss to your temple. You didn’t know what to think.

You grabbed your phone and did the only thing you could think of. You sent your best friend, Y/F/N, a text arranging to go to her house for the day.

It was now five o’clock and you had spent your whole day at Y/F/N’s house. The time was spent by her talking you down. You were sure that something was up and she couldn’t argue with that, but you didn’t know what was up. Y/F/N had told you to go home and get ready for whatever going out with Caitlin and Cisco tonight. Reluctantly you agreed and had headed home.

You had put on your favorite dress (or formal outfit) and done your hair and makeup. You hadn’t heard from Barry all day, so you assumed that the plans hadn’t changed. Just as you finished getting ready there was a knock on your door. There was no reason for someone to be at your place, but you still went to get it.

When you pulled open the door, you were surprised with the handsome face of your boyfriend in a gray two-piece suit with a burgundy tie. He held a bouquet of white roses and had a goofy smile on his face. It was nearly a mirror image of what he had done for your first date except he looked nicer and on your first date he had only brought one red rose. This was so much better.

“Happy Anniversary Y/N,” Barry said. He pulled his lips into his mouth slightly. You could see that he was shaking a little bit. It occurred to you that he was nervous. You had spent the day thinking something was wrong when in reality Barry had spent his day planning whatever you were going to do this evening.

A tear prickled at the corner of you right eye. This was better than anything you could have expected. You took the roses from him and pulled him into your apartment. Setting the roses on the table by the front door, you pulled Barry to your lips planting a sweet, yet passionate kiss on his lips. Your hands were on either side of his face as you kissed him. He graciously kissed back. His hands wrapped around your forearms holding you in that position.

When he released you to gather his breath, you smiled and released his face. He ran his hand the rest of the way down your arms to intertwine your hands with his. It was sweet and perfect.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here today, I just really wanted to surprise you with the perfect night,” Barry whispered. The two of you were still standing close together, so when he spoke his words fanned across your face like comforting blanket.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I wished you had gone about differently because I sent all day thinking you were cheating on me more something, but it’s okay now.”

He nodded and placed a kiss on your lips. He separated himself to you and took the flowers he had gotten you into the kitchen. He returned to you as if he was never gone, but you now saw that the flowers were delicately placed in your great grandmother’s vase that she had left you when she had died. It as your favorite vase, and the flowers in it made it a million times better.

“Now my lady, I have an amazing night planned for us,” He said. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I am,” you said. He had offered you his arm which you took and together you left your apartment. You were about to get on the elevator for your building when you realized that you had absentmindly forgot your shoes. You mentioned it to Barry and laughing he ran back to the apartment to grab them before the doors could even close.

You loved this man and you were glad that he was all yours.

“I love you Barry Allen,” You said smiling. Your hand was intertwined with his. He looked at your grinning face and returned

ML/PJO: The Sea and The Sun

Chapter 2—->

So I did the thing I definitely shouldn’t have done. I saw this post by @gittana and things spiraled out of control from there. It’s much too long and still I haven’t finished writing up to the point where my muse has stopped speaking to me.

Also because The Lightning Thief was written in the first person I decided to start writing in in the first person from Marinette’s P.O.V beginning at Chapter 1 however the prologue is still in 3rd person. Bear with me on this.


Just a little farther!! I’m almost there! Please please, whoever’s up there, please let me make it! Marinette thought to herself as she dashed up the hillside where a large pine tree signified a place of safety.

“Come here child!” The woman behind her screeched sounding much closer now.

Marinette dared to glance over her shoulder where the creature was fast approaching. The top half of the monster was that of a woman with wild unblinking eyes and razor sharp teeth. The lower half of her body was that of a serpent. Her tail slithered up the hill as her arms propelled her forward in an unnatural way. Marinette’s lungs burned as she pushed herself to run faster up the hill. She swallowed hard, tasting blood. Hands clasped around her ankle sharp nails digging into her skin. Marinette screamed as she was pulled down to the grassy earth and was dragged backwards. Marinette grabbed fistfuls of the soft wet grass in an attempt to slow her pull towards certain death. She was pulled through the grass with fumbling hands searching for anything to catch hold of. A clumsy hand wrapped around a stick. A stick was hardly a weapon but Marinette was grateful for anything at this point. I’m going to go down fighting with a stick! This is so embarrassing, Marinette thought to herself tightening her hold on the only thing she had to protect herself. Clawed hands ripped as her back. She could feel hot breath blow against her neck. Now was her chance. Marinette whimpered as she turned beneath the monster’s grasp to come face to face with it. The serpentine woman smiled wickedly at the young girl showing all her pointy teeth.

“I’m sure you taste as sweet as you look child,” The monster cooed her breath smelling metallic, like blood. Marinette’s stomach churned uneasily.

The woman opened her mouth inhumanly wide preparing to take a bite of Marinette. With shaking hands Marinette swiftly plunged the stick into one of the woman’s unblinking eyes. The woman shrieked in pain releasing Marinette from her grasp. Marinette scrambled to her feet charging towards the hill. The monster quickly recovered, leaping towards Marinette. Marinette dove to the side barely missing the woman’s claws. The monster turned to face her with her one good eye, the other was missing leaving a bloodied black hole behind. Marinette grimaced as the creature hissed. She began to slowly back up towards the tree while keeping her eyes trained on the woman. The monster flicked her tail out knocking Marinette to the ground and letting the woman slither on top of her once move. Marinette struggled beneath her pushing her face away with her hands and trying her best not to let the nails burying themselves into the flesh of her arms bother her. In the scramble to avoid the creatures teeth and keep from losing a hand one of Marinette’s thumbs found it’s way to the creatures lone eye. Without any other weapon in her arsenal Marinette began to press against the eye’s slick surface with as much force as she could muster. The creature yowled in pain her head reeling back but where she went Marinette followed pressing harder into the woman’s eye. The creature’s claws raked down her arms. Marinette stifled a scream as she kept pressing down. Her stomach lurched when she finally heard that sickening pop. The woman’s body stilled a smile spreading across her features looking strangely out of place as she slumped to the ground with a contented sigh. Breathing heavy Marinette, hands slick with- well she didn’t really want to think about that- staggered up the hill. As her feet drug themselves past the borders of the pine tree Marinette fell to her knees a lump forming in her throat. Finally! After all this time she was safe. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tears filing her eyes as she heard the startled shouts of campers. Safe. Exhaustion swept through her. Without the threat of death hanging over her head she could finally let herself rest. Slumping against the soft bed of grass beneath her she let the darkness overtake her.

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Break Up Prank // DPR LIVE

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Synopsis: You’re a well known youtuber who’s dating Dabin but you guys aren’t public.You guys end up going public after you get revenge on him for pranking you with laxatives in your bubble tea.

Fluff/angst idk lol

“So guys I’ve been up for awhile and I’ve decided that I’m going to get back at my boyfriend for pranking me a couple weeks ago.Now I know you guys don’t know who he is because we’ve been a bit lowkey but I guess y’all about to find out.” I spoke softly to the camera as I sat at the kitchen counter eating my açaí.

“I honestly have no idea how this is going to turn out so wish me luck guys.” Finishing up I head into our shared bedroom where my sleeping boyfriend laid snuggled under the blankets.He didn’t get home until around three and even though I should feel bad for what I’m about to do I’m really not because he almost killed me with that laxative in my bubble tea.

Setting the camera on the dresser out of view I angled it to get a clear view before heading to the closet to get my suitcase and duffel bag.Usually he’s a light sleeper but he must have overworked himself again as he didn’t budge with I threw my bags on the bed.

Walking into the closet I started moving my stuff to carry into the bedroom.Three trips in he finally started waking up,I guess opening the blinds was helpful after all.Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he sat up and looked at me.

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We Intertwined: Ch. 2

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 1 | AO3 | Chapter 3
Word Count: 1,840

They found Dave in an abandoned old shack. He was alive, as it turned out, just with a sprained ankle and a hit to his pride. Ignis watched with passive fascination as something akin to anger, or perhaps maternal worry, flared up in the dark brown of Raine’s irises. She kept her voice low as she reprimanded the older man, and he seemed genuinely repentant. Ignis couldn’t help but note that she had a temper on her, possibly worse than Gladio’s.

He’d given her a once-over. Raine was tall for a woman, but still shorter than him by about five inches. She was lean and agile, something that Ignis attributed to her time as a hunter. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl Ignis had ever laid eyes on, but her features were quite striking. She had sharp almond eyes, glinting with intelligence, and Ignis found himself wondering what her full, pink lips would look like smiling.

Raine had certainly frowned enough for everyone else. She reminded him a bit of Cor, except where Cor’s nature and temperament leaned more towards the quiet military veteran, Ignis could tell that Raine was only behaving this way to place a wall between herself and the others. For what reason, he couldn’t surmise.

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anonymous asked:

“jealousy isn’t cute on you.” for elorcan please!!! :)

Hi anon, I’m sorry this is so late!! I had so many exams, but i’m done now and have some free time to work on prompts!! I just wrote this out, so I’m sorry if it has a few mistakes. I hope you like it, thanks so much for submitting the prompt~ I love elorcan heh :)

also, there are a couple of ACOTAR-related prompts in my inbox, I will write those after I finish reading ACOWAR!! <3 thank you for being patient~

Feel free to submit this or your own prompt!

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Jealousy Isn’t Cute On You

“Come, wife,” Lorcan said, in the most neutral tone he could muster. He struggled to keep the bite from his voice, the seeping irritation. The ruckus surrounding them gradually died down as wisps of Lorcan’s dark magic subconsciously permeated the air.

Elide paused and then casually flicked her impassive gaze over him. Trying not to grit his teeth, he stared down at her as she clutched a tankard probably filled with beer that tasted like piss.

It had been weeks since Maeve whisked Aelin Galathynius away in an iron coffin. Weeks since… the Stone Marshes. And Elide had been like ice, this whole time. At first, he thought she might thaw out after a few days, but days turned into a week, and one week turned into several.

Elide had barely acknowledged or reacted to his presence, except when they were out scouting for information on the whereabouts of Aelin, where she had no trouble playing the part of a happily married wife.

Lorcan was nearing the end of his patience, and he didn’t have much to begin with.

Lorcan and Elide had been wandering from tavern to tavern in this relatively large plains town, and after they reached the third tavern, Lorcan had gone to use the bathroom. And to try and clear his head.

His head pounded and beat with every stroke of irritation that crossed his mind. The faucet squeaked, and Lorcan splashed cold water on his face. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror and tried to look unthreatening, before facing the tavern crowd. Perhaps pleasant, even…

He settled for a look of cold neutrality.

As he stepped through the bathroom doorway, he immediately registered that Elide had moved from where she’d been sitting originally. His keen eyes scanned the room and deftly picked her out of the crowd by her raven-dark hair, neatly done up in a bun. For a moment, Lorcan entertained the notion of dragging Elide out and burning the whole, wretched place to the ground.

Instead, he stalked over to where she was perched.

She was sitting at a nearly-rotting wooden table with a bunch of worthless soldiers who took every chance they could to try and leer down her shirt. Elide just laughed demurely, exchanging witty banter and lightly smacking at their wandering hands.

“Come,” Lorcan repeated, “I need to speak with you.” His carefully restrained irritation had seeped into his clipped tone, and Elide’s back straightened. The rowdy soldiers around the table hushed, as well.

One of the soldiers dared to speak. A young, human man, of average height and average build. He gripped his sword for courage. “Hey pretty girl, is this guy giving you trouble?”

Lorcan ignored him like an ant, staring at Elide as he waited for her response.

The dark-haired woman just sat there smugly. She held up one hand to the soldier across the table who spoke, but she kept her eyes on Lorcan.

“I’m fine,” she emphasized, her gaze unwavering as she delivered her next blow. “And, I’m still your fiancée, the marriage isn’t for another couple weeks.” Elide’s eyes flashed dangerously, and Lorcan’s temper nearly snapped its leash then.

He forced himself to take a steadying breath. And then another one. There was no point, no point in getting angry here. Not when the confrontation was drawing so much attention; the whole tavern floor had quieted, anticipating a fight. The old bartender was innocently drying glasses, pretending not to eavesdrop.

Lorcan was reaching the end of his rope, and Elide was still sitting there, staring him down.

“Hey man, you heard the lady. She said she’s fine, so back off.” The same, irritating soldier who had spoken out before spoke up again.

Lorcan’s gaze finally flickered to the soldier, who at least had the good sense to look a little nervous while the most powerful demi-Fae male stared him down. Harsh lines promising cruelty were etched onto his immortal face as he stepped forward and leaned towards the soldier, who couldn’t help but lean away. The rest of the soldiers at the table shuffled and muttered, slightly uneasy.

Lorcan lowered his voice to a deadly, lethal quiet. “If you want to keep your vocal cords, don’t ever speak to me again. Otherwise I’ll rip ‘em out and feed them back to you.”

In his deathless, onyx eyes, he held the promise there for the soldier to see, to feel the weight of the truth.

Elide, it seemed, had had enough. She abruptly stood up. “On second thought, I’d better talk to my future husband about conduct in public, hmm?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Let’s go. Now.”

Without waiting for his affirmative, Elide grabbed his hand. Lorcan cringed inwardly at the contact but allowed her to lead the way through the tavern, storming between the tables and dodging drunks.

Finally, they got outside. Elide looked around and pulled him behind a corner, making sure no one was near enough to hear them.

“What in Hellas’s realm has gotten into you?” She hissed, jabbing a finger at his chest.

He refrained from rolling his eyes. Instead, Lorcan crossed his arms. “There was no information that was worth getting out of those worthless fools.”

Elide narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s what you think. They were Rifthold soldiers. I was going to ask about Morath again, ask if they’ve heard anything suspicious regarding my uncle or Duke Perrington. Perhaps let slip information about the horrifying things that have been sighted around Oakwald Forest, these days. Since they have to protect Adarlan from all sorts of threats you know.” She widened her eyes at him in mock horror.

“Anyway, I don’t have time to be getting into it here with you, behind this stupid tavern.” She turned her back on him to walk away. “I’m going to find my damn Queen, and you can do whatever you want.”

Lorcan just stood there for a few moments as he watched Elide walk away, her long skirt swaying behind her as her hips swung.

He silently followed behind her as she stalked down the river a little ways before entering yet another tavern. Across the road, Lorcan watched her disappear through the entrance, and he debated what to do.

As spurned as he felt, Lorcan knew he couldn’t leave her alone. Clever as she was, she’d be defenseless against multiple aggressors, like those preying soldiers from before. Plus, Rowan and Gavriel would kill him if they found out he left the Lady of Perranth alone.

So he made up his mind to go inside and just observe. He’d just keep watch. That was all she needed anyway, a bodyguard. She had said as much before they’d met the carnival troupe. He didn’t know why he expected so much from her, anyway.

Lorcan ducked his head and entered the dimly lit tavern; this one a tad nicer than the last one they had been in. And it was emptier, too. His eyebrows raised as he spotted her at the bar, swirling a glass with her hand. He didn’t understand her intentions, so he hesitantly went to sit at a table wedged in a dark corner.

He said he’d observe, after all.

But some time passed, and all Elide did was keep ordering drinks at the bar. A couple fruity drinks at first, from what Lorcan could tell. Then a glass of wine. Then a shot.

And another shot.

And another.

And finally, Lorcan got up to approach her.

“Jealousy isn’t cute on you,” Elide slurred, tracing a finger along the wooden countertop. She looked up at Lorcan through heavy-lidded eyes, tipping over slightly on the stool. Lorcan nearly snarled an answer at her, but he sensed the bartender was watching them. He looked up to see the bartender’s eyes narrowing at him suspiciously.

“This is my fiancée,” Lorcan explained loudly, in a long-suffering tone. At least his voice sounded natural. The bartender shifted his gaze to Elide, who tipped her head in an approximation of a nod. He relaxed and shrugged, like he understood. Ahh, relationship problems.

Lorcan returned his gaze to Elide, slumped over on her right arm. She pursed her lips at him in annoyance, her eyes half-shut. He tried not to think about how beautiful she was, when she wasn’t being a frigid ice queen.

“Jealous? Who’s jealous?” He asked in a low voice.

“You. You were jealous I was flirting with those soldiers. I saw the look on your face.”

“They weren’t worth your time,” Lorcan growled lowly. A little knowing smile danced on Elide’s rosebud lips.

“I’m flattered… you were jealous,” she said, stumbling over her words a bit.

She’s drunk, Lorcan thought to himself. She won’t even remember what she’s saying… I’ll just bring her back to the inn.

“Elide, you’re drunk,” he calmly stated. Even though she was seated on a high stool at the bar, he towered over her at 6'4". But it didn’t matter, since she didn’t even bat an eye at him anymore; he didn’t intimidate her. Sure, he could kill her, but that wouldn’t be any worse than what he had done to her queen. To Queen Aelin Galathynius of Terrasen, who was still alive and now grown.

It was the reason why Elide had started slamming drinks back at the bar, downing shots like candy.

Because gods-damned Lorcan kept hanging around her like a puppy, waiting for her to forgive him. And Elide wasn’t ready, she wouldn’t do it until Lorcan… No, not Lorcan, she wasn’t thinking of Lorcan, she meant Aelin… Until Aelin came back, she wouldn’t forgive Lorcan.

Elide sat up and opened her mouth to tell him that, but the room started spinning and she screwed her eyes shut.

All of a sudden, she was scooped up into someone’s arms. Tan, muscular arms. Lorcan’s.

“This is your fault,” she slurred. I’m drunk because of you, she added in her head. Lorcan just shook his head in bewildered amusement.

“Come on,” he murmured, “Let’s get you into bed.” She squinted at him and… Was that… was that a glimmer of kindness she saw in his eyes? She must be drunker than she thought. Her head rolled to the side, so heavy…

In what felt like no time at all, Lorcan had her tucked into the bed at the inn they were staying at. He brought her a glass of water.

“Drink,” Lorcan instructed, holding the glass out to her. Groaning, Elide sat up and reached towards it. She tentatively sipped.

“Thanks,” She said gratefully. Elide trained her gaze on the white scar she saw peeking from the collar of Lorcan’s shirt.

He looked reproachful, like he was about to say something, so Elide opened her mouth to cut him off. “Don’t. If you think me getting drunk gives you the right to give me a rutting lecture, just don’t. Just leave.” She bid her voice not to waver, bid her heart to hold strong. It was exhausting holding this much anger and resentment in her heart, but she couldn’t seem to let it go.

Lorcan’s onyx eyes were unfathomable, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I did, about getting your queen captured. I’ll keep saying it, if you need me to. Just don’t- don’t look at me that way anymore.”

Elide closed her eyes and sighed. She was still drunk, her mind was still hazy, so she held out her hand to him and he grasped it. Lorcan slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so tired… So tired of being angry, Lorcan… I wish you hadn’t done what you did,” Elide mumbled tiredly, her head rolling to the side. “I wish I knew how to get her back…”

Lorcan’s gravelly voice was surprisingly gentle. “I know… I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying it if you need me to, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

Elide perked up slightly at that. “Anything?”

He hesitated. “Well… within reason, of course. I want to make it up to you. I meant to protect you before, but I fucked it up, and I know that.”

Elide’s dark eyes opened and found his, searching his eyes for the answer before she asked her question. “Why did you want to protect me?”

“I promised I would.” His tone was evasive, and Elide’s eyes fluttered shut again, as if she were too exhausted to hold her eyelids open.

“Okay,” she said simply. “We’ll figure it out… This all out… Right?”

Lorcan tried to let down his guard, recognizing that Elide was giving him a chance, a chance to make it up to her… So he squeezed her hand and nodded, before remembering that Elide had closed her eyes again. He licked his lips to wet them. “Yes. We’ll figure it out… together.”

“Together,” Elide murmured, right before she slipped into the dark folds of sleep.

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a vampire Perc'ahlia au (either one as the vampire would be interesting)? I love your work, it keeps me on my toes!

Thank you so much! I hope you like this. It’s an AU were Vox Machina never formed, I guess? Idk, just go with it.

Percy’s hands were tensed as he slid the pick into the lock. For all his tinkering and building, opening locks without a key was not a skill he had ever managed to master with any consistency. It had always been more Cassandra’s forte than his. If this was one of the times he failed then he would have to go back to the drawing board with his plan.

Carefully he twisted the pick around, searching for the tell-tale change of pressure when he found the right point. Seconds ticked past, and he felt a prickle of anxiety at the back of his neck that this wasn’t going to work. He turned the pick again and there, the tumbler started to give way. Hoping, hoping, he increased the pressure, twisted it -

- and the lock clicked quietly open.

Letting out a breath, Percy stowed the pick back into his coat pocket and pushed the window open just enough to let him slide through and on to the floor. He landed in a half-crouch, behind a pair of long, thick velvet drapes.

He pushed the drapes aside, revealing a long corridor. Despite the blazing midday sunlight outside, inside it was dark; the walls were panelled in dark wood, the carpet was navy blue or perhaps black, and all the windows were covered in the same heavy curtains as this one, not a glimmer of light allowed through.

Well, it was more confirmation of his suspicions, at least.

Turning back to the window, he hesitated a moment and then drew the curtains almost, but not entirely, closed. He didn’t want to leave too obvious an indicator of his intrusion, but nor did he want to be fumbling with the drapes if he needed the protection of the sun or to make a quick escape.

If all his research was correct, he should have a good few hours to do what he had come here to do, but it didn’t hurt to have a contingency plan.

With the curtains drawn, the hall was once again plunged into darkness, and Percy waited a few moments before moving, so his eyes had adjusted as much as they could to the gloom.

From a loop in his belt he drew out a long, sharpened wooden stake and gripped it only a little uneasily as he started padding down the hall. He had the Pepperbox at his hip and Bad News slung over his shoulder for comfort’s sake, but he knew neither weapon would be terribly useful if he did have to fight and that thought left him feeling very discomfited. He did not like that feeling.

Coming around a corner, he found a flight of stairs leading upwards and, with luck, straight to his quarry.

His fingers tightened on the stake as he crept up the steps, and found himself in another hall, this one lined with doors.

“Third on the right …” he muttered to himself, counting.

Approaching the third door from the right, he reached out and slowly turned the handle. Unlike the rest of the house, the room was not completely dark. A fire crackled in a grate, casting a warm orange glow over a chair near the fireplace, a desk and bookcase in one corner, and a bow and quiver of arrows leaning against the end of a bed.

Percy almost laughed. He had half been expecting a coffin.

There was so sign of movement and everything was silent, so he stepped inside, stake raised. But he had only taken two steps when a voice that was as smooth as rich red wine said, “And who, exactly, are you?”

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thedragonlover  asked:

How about RFA++ reactions to a MC who's been a barista for years? Maybe meeting them before the big reveal... or seeing their coffee skills afterwards!

Sorry this took so long ahh! I left out some characters because this got really long ;-;

▪he found out immediately, but always ends up begging you to make him coffee
▪he doesn’t even like coffee but yours is 👌👌👌
▪you make him the strongest triple shot espresso you can without giving him heart palpitations or a stroke
▪while you were gone one day he tried to use your machine to make a PhD Pepper latte with whipped cream and Honey Buddha chip sprinkles on top come on, we all know he would
▪he ended up breaking your coffee machine and couldn’t stop throwing up for hours
▪something about the carbonation and coffee mixture just didn’t sit well with him
▪your new machine is 1000000x nicer though, he made sure of it
▪probably programs it with both useful and useless stuff though
▪like it plays a clip of Seven singing as the pot is brewing and then meows when it’s done
▪he’s the kind of jerk who walks into your coffee shop during your shift and demands pumpkin spice lattes or the unicorn frapp out of season and threatens to get you fired if you don’t make them
▪like “Well you’re a coffee shop, aren’t you? Why can’t you make my coffee then?”
Saeyoung Please

▪oh God
▪you watch in horror as Jaehee fumbles with the hand mill that Zen bought her, nearly about to break the handle
▪you quickly swoop in and snap the piece in correctly for her
▪she watches in awe, curious as to how you knew to work it without consulting the directions ….and you know she obsessively checks the directions before doing anything
▪"MC how did you know that?“
▪’oh, I’ve worked in a coffee shop before. I know how to work them’
▪"Really? I wish you would have told me”
▪she looks down at the mill, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks
▪she doesn’t show it but she is SO EXCITED
▪coffee is obviously a huge passion of hers, she’s happy you both (presumably) share one now!
▪you make her a cup of coffee because she clearly wants you to
▪she claims it’s the best coffee she’s ever had and that she’s proud to have someone so talented as a business partner AND girlfriend i would cry on the spot
▪Jaehee makes sure to ask you about what items sold the most in your old coffee shop
▪and the prices!
▪y'all manage to have the cheapest drinks in your town, but sell so many of them that your profit is higher than any other coffee shop
▪business is booming

▪Vanderwood actually drinks more coffee than tea even though he prefers tea
▪with his secret agent job, he has to stay awake during a mission
▪that’s how he got introduced to it
▪Vanderwood either drinks 10 cups of coffee in one day or 2 cups, there’s almost no in between
▪and honestly, his hope for coffee is kind of…ruined
▪his cups usually get underfilled or they’re too watery
▪when his cups get underfilled, he gets really angry??
▪when he finds out you can make coffee perfectly without underfilling them, he’s stoked
▪you’re literally the only person he trusts to make his coffee 
▪when he has a super stressful day, he likes it when you make him coffee
▪He either drinks it pitch black, or anything with vanilla or hazelnut

▪you saw him at the coffee shop you worked in
▪since he literally just asked you to be his pre-girlfriend the day before, you practically lost your ability to speak
▪but as you made his coffee and wrapped up his croissant, you realized you had like, less than five minutes to say something to him
▪It was the first time you two met and there’d be no way Seven would let you live it down
▪and then you remembered Yoosung had some kind of test and then an LOLOL battle later on
▪they both were important to him so he asked you to wish him luck earlier
▪You handed him his bag and he thanked you
▪”Good luck on your LOLOL battle and your test!” You smile, looking him dead in the eye
he goes pale
▪he is so excited to finally meet you and ends up dragging you out of work to just walk around town and hang out
▪he ends up posting in the chatroom that he’s with you which makes Zen and Seven extremely jealous bc he got to meet you first
▪Jaehee screams when she finds out you made him coffee
▪you go window shopping, out to lunch, anything in proximity
▪but when he has to go take his test, you walk him into school
▪and into class while holding hands
▪you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him good luck & his face went the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen
▪He now only drinks beverages you’ve made drink some water boi hydrate yo self
▪he tries to get you to join the coffee club but if you’re unable, he understands
▪he quickly becomes the leader of the coffee club because of how much you’ve taught him

▪Contrary to what you might think, Zen absolutely cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save his life
▪It either comes out too watery or too strong and he can’t afford to buy three cups of coffee every single day
▪so Zen mostly goes without it
▪Seven tells him about a meteor shower one day and offers to lend him his telescope if he wanted to take you to see it
▪Since meteor showers are typically romantic in his eyes, he ofc said yes
▪however, he didn’t know you’d have an awful day at work/school and would be almost too tired to stay up until two a.m. just to see the stars
▪he comes back from Seven’s with the telescope to see you at the kitchen table, drinking almost an entire pot of coffee
▪”Hey Zenny,” you slur out of exhaustion, “want a cup?”
▪Normally he’d laugh at how you look now, hair a mess and still in wrinkled pj’s, but he knew you’d been a barista for years! There’s no way he’d miss out on a pot of your coffee
▪And holy crap was he glad he said yes
▪”Jagiya, I think this is more refreshing than my looks”
you choKED
▪you both drink coffee, nuzzled into each other and chatting while waiting for the meteor shower
▪you’re glad you didn’t sleep in, there’s nothing better than drinking coffee under the stars with the man you love

▪hot chocolate was supposed to be a comfort food, so on a night where Saeran had a bad nightmare, you quietly snuck off into the kitchen and whipped up a few mugs. Not even the instant kind, but real hot chocolate
▪Chocolate chips and syrup? YesssSSSsss. Whipped cream? Loads. 
▪Saeran is kind of addicted to sweets so the entire mug was gone within three minutes, scalding hot or not
▪he enjoyed your hot chocolate so much that he asks for it daily what
▪It’s not uncommon for him to sit at a table in your cafe, drinking lattes and hot chocolate while reading books
▪when you get off of work sometimes you sit with him as well and let him tell you all about his book
▪in return you have to tell him about your day though!

▪V was still exhausted from his surgery, his eyes extremely sensitive to light
▪so instead of going to work, you just laid around in the dark together
▪on a day where the recovery was too hard and he had another splitting migraine, you fix him a large sweet tea
▪you use your favorite flavorings and end up making something completely new that honestly was really freaking good???
▪the smile that follows is actually made of sunlight bye
▪"Thank you, MC, that was lovely"
▪he will bribe you into making it again for him, guaranteed
▪if you think he won’t use excuses just to get you to brew up a pitcher, you’re so wrong lmao
▪”hey darling I think I’ve got another migraine coming on, could you make me some tea?”
▪you try teaching him but it’s not as good as you make it
▪and besides, he gets so excited that you can’t say no
▪he claims your tea is better because you put all of your love in it
honestly how could you not love this boy oh my god make it for him every single day


Harry Potter has always been the apple of his eye. The Gryffindor always falls asleep in Divination, yet still aced the subject without fail (“I’m a natural”, he joked). His face lit in excitement every time someone mentions quidditch, and would try to engage in the heated talk, be it with the fellow lions or even the snakes.

“Rubbish, The Cannons obviously had the chance to win, if only McLaggen saw that Bludger coming.” Harry’s voice interrupts the Slytherin first year ramblings. The whole table went silent for a moment; the first years were genuinely surprised.

Abraxas Malfoy turned to his Lord, who decided not to interfere. Sensing the awkward situation, Harry pops down to a seat next to Draco, looking unaffected despite the amount of stares being directed at him.

“How’s Slytherin, Draco?”

Draco mumbled something, followed by a hum of acknowledgement from Harry as both of them continue eating their breakfast in peace.

How interesting, Tom thought as he noticed Draco’s subtle dismissive signs towards Harry. And how the new Slytherin transfer always fidgets and stutters when talking to him.

Harry has always been the one to initiate a conversation with the new Slytherin, and has clearly shown a disappointed look each time Draco ignores him.

Everyday, Harry would sit next to Draco, despite the lack of reaction he’s getting. The Slytherins clearly disapproves his actions; the Knights had been reporting to the young Lord countless of protests’ coming from the heirs of the most prestigious pureblood family.

“Anyone who harms Harry Potter shall face me.”

Given his ultimatum, everyone in Slytherin kept their mouths shut. Tom observes how the Gryffindor’s green eyes bore into the new Slytherin’s skull.

“What?!” The new Slytherin— Draco— snapped, slamming his cup of tea. Harry jumped in surprise, yet the next thing Tom sees was the Gryffindor laughing.

His laughter sounded like a melody to his ears, pure and genuine. “Merlin, your face is priceless!”

Draco’s face turned red in embarrassment, hastily trying to calm himself by slurping the rest of his tea loudly.

Harry chuckled, taking his books and offering Draco to walk with him to Herbology, in which the other instantly refused.

Tom watched the Gryffindor made his way out of the Great Hall with an almost smile, and spared no time in catching up.

“Harry Potter.”

Harry turned, surprised to see him. He quickly fakes a nonchalant expression, before mustering a faint, “Yes?”

Tom walked closer, plastered his most charming smile on his face, “I was wondering if I could walk you to Herbology. We share a lot of classes together, so it wouldn’t hurt for us to get properly acquainted.”

It wasn’t a question. The Gryffindor stared at him like he was crazy for a moment, “I would introduce myself to you, but you know me already so.. And I know your name too. Tom Marvolo Riddle, isn’t it?”

Tom nodded, leading the way to Herbology, while Harry seemed to unconsciously tag along. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re very good at Divination, am I correct?”

Harry laughed, “Not really, I’m just a natural.”

“Is that so? I’ve heard that you’re more than that.” Tom replied, eyeing Harry from the corner of his eyes.

“Well, for a fact, you’re ‘more than that’ in every subject.” Harry retorted.

“Every subject, except for Divination.” Tom corrected, taking a left. Harry was half-running to catch up with Tom’s long strides.

“So, do you want to swap notes or?”

“Oh I want more than that, Harry.” Tom was about to take the stairs before a hand caught his wrists.

“Its faster this way.” Harry said, releasing his grip on Tom’s wrist quickly. Both walked in silence, ignoring Peeves who instantly froze when he sees Tom.

Both reach their classes on time, and Harry spent the two periods trying to get the Savage Sunshines to sleep and absorb all the sun. How Tom was able to accomplish the task in less than five minutes, he had no idea.

That night, Harry dreamt of Savage Sunshines tearing down his essay about The Most Accomplished Seers of All Time. He woke up in cold sweat.


“Come, Harry.”

Harry, who was in the process of fitting himself in between a third year and Draco at the Slytherin table for breakfast, froze. Tom’s voice resonated across the hall, everyone seemed to be watching in anticipation.


“Come sit with us, Harry. We’ve saved you a seat.” Tom’s sentences were clipped and worded well, no one would suspect malice coming from the prefect.

Harry unwillingly walked closer to the center of the table, awkwardly positioning himself in between Walburga and Orion.

“You will be seating here, Harry.” Tom glanced at the empty space next to him. Harry inwardly groan as he once again stood up and took the seat, filling his plates with foods from the table.

“Avery, would you kindly bring us two cups of tea? New members need to be welcomed, after all.”

Harry had to keep himself from bursting food all over the place. How did he forgot the unwritten rule!

“Welcome to the Knights of Walpurgis, Harry Potter.” Tom whispered as Avery gave him his tea.

Harry stared at the cup of tea in front of him. “Drink up, Harry. Class is starting soon.”

“What if I decline?” Harry replied, shoving the cup of tea away.

Tom smirked, “You’ll find that I can be very… Persuasive.”

Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 6)

You woke to the sun pouring in through your windows, warming your smooth face.

Pulling the covers over your head, you closed your eyes once more.

The light rapping of knuckles on your door pulled you from within your wool cocoon with an annoyed groan.

Pushing the covers from your body you got to your feet tugging the ripped shirt from your body. Looking around you pulled open the draws of the dresser next to the door, a small smile tugging at your lips at the clothes stacked within.

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