it's midnight what do you want

Marinette is that night owl that stays awake until 4am doing homework, making designs and doing commisions (yes all at the same time), while Adrien is that person that wakes up at 5 am and starts sending messages to her.

1. It’s ok to be sad. Don’t ignore it. Don’t feel guilty for being sad. It reminds you that you feel and that you’re alive.

2. Remind yourself of the times you felt this way. It’s ok to rest after a fall. Give yourself time to regain the energy to pick yourself back up.

3. Do not ever hide parts of yourselves just to be accepted. It’s better to be alone than to pretend to be someone you’re not just to feel worthwhile.

4. It’s ok if people leave once you do so. You’ll be glad that they did. And you’ll appreciate the ones that stayed.

5. Self love also means accepting your shortcomings and admitting your wrongdoings. Accept that you can be short tempered at times. However, it’s not an excuse. Apologise when you hurt others. Be a better version of yourself.

6. Accept your physical quirks. Love your frizzy hair, your scars, your stretch marks. They are a part of you. You have your father’s hair. Your scars shows your resilience. Your stretch marks are evidence of growth. Embrace them.

7. Take time off when you need to. Brush your hair. Put some lip balm on. Wash your face. Sometimes, cleaning your body can also clear your mind. Even for a little while.

8. If you don’t achieve your goals, it’s ok. You tried your best. You tried even when your heart and body was heavy. And if you didn’t, see it as a lesson learnt. Just try again. Don’t let it bring you down.

9. Find little joys in life. Appreciate the sun rays peeking through your window. The sound of rain. Finding new music. Laughter. A smile.

10. Learn how to love your own company. Ride your bike around the neighbourhood. Watch a movie by yourself. Shop by yourself. Eat by yourself. You’ll find out that no matter what, you will always have yourself.

11. Know when to let go of a fading friendship. Then appreciate the good times. But accept that it was in the past and you’re both different people now.

12. Instigate meetings with your friends once in a while. Then ask them how they are. Don’t be afraid to talk about emotions. Learn how to open up but also learn how to listen. You don’t need to give advice, offering your shoulder can be enough.

13. Don’t be afraid to try new things. If you didn’t like it, remember that it’s better to regret doing something than wondering about the ‘what if’s’.

14. If you make a mistake, see it as a chance to learn. To grow. To improve. Don’t let it bring you down.

15. If you feel good in it, you’ll look good in it.

16. Compliment someone without comparing yourself to them. Appreciate the beauty of others without undermining yours.

17. Know that you are the only one that can have a say on what happens to your body. If you want to get a tattoo (and it’s legal), if you want a piercing, if you want to dye your hair, do it. Because you want to. You don’t need anyone else’s permission.

18. Remind the important people in your life how much you care for them. A little “thanks for everything” or a small text of appreciation can be enough.

—  Things I’ve learnt by 18 (but I’ve still got more to learn)

I made (extra dark chocolate) truffles on a whim.


And then this happened. :v

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  • Midnight calls then
  • He Tian: Hey mountain wake up~
  • Guan Shan: WTF do you know what time is it??
  • He Tian: Yeah it's 1 am and I'm hungry
  • Guan Shan: You woke me up so I can cook for you?
  • He Tian: Well duh~
  • Midnight calls now
  • He Tian: Hey mountain wake up~
  • Guan Shan: WTF do you know what time is it??
  • He Tian: Yeah it's 1 am and I'm hungry
  • Guan Shan: You woke me up so I can cook for you?
  • He Tian: I ordered pizza come eat with me~

peraltuki  asked:

hEy there, chip I could eat, chip I'd love to eat :~))) If request are not open I apologise and you can just ignore this one 🙏 So what about mc being in the roof of her house, she has been there since midnight and it's almost morning already, so rfa + v&saeran get worried she wasn't in bed last night but they found her in the roof and join her watching the view or whatever you want them to do there *grr* Thank you 🌸💕

Omg why ily so much

I hope you like it, dork :3


  • He saw the time and he almost jumps!
  • Oh god, he’s playing LOLOL until now…Better go to bed, you always said to him to not game too much!
  • But when he sees the bed…WHERE ARE YOU?!
  • Oh god, you woke up and saw him in games and you go away?!
  • So he starts to look for you, he’s almost crying…
  • After some minutes looking for you…He’s crying.
  • He searched everywhere, but not the rooftop, he doesn’t believe you were there…
  • But he goes anyway, and when he saw you there he ran to you almost falling!
  • So clumsy…
  • He hugs you crying on your shoulder “MC YOU’RE ALIVE!”
  • You’re surprised by it, Yoosung must learn that is not safe to almost jump on people on the rooftop!
  • “Of course i’m alive Yoosung!” You laugh and he looks at you, you look at the view again “I was…Enjoying the view”
  • “Enjoying the view?How boring” - This was what he thought about it.
  • But he didn’t say anything, he just looks at the view with you…
  • A boring thing that he’s doing for 2 hours from now…When he sees the sun, he almost jumps…Omg, you two are there until now!
  • And he can see you’re tired, he smiles, holding your hand “Let’s go back MC…I can see that you’re tired…”
  • He’ll sacrifice some time in LOLOL just to see the view with you again.
  • The boring thing is one of his favorite things now.


  • MC is not here in the bed yet?
  • OMG
  • Protective Zen activated!
  • He starts to run searches for you, looking even under the bed!
  • He starts to think that something bad happened to you!
  • But then something in him clicked…The stars!
  • He always remembers that moment, he always says that very moment was one of the happiest days of his life…
  • So he goes there.
  • And then he finds you.
  • He sighs, relieved that he was right…He got closer to you “MC…Is very late, you should be in bed by now…”
  • You just smile looking at the stars “They are really beautiful Zen, you were right to be a little fascinated by them…”
  • He smiles…Looks like you remember that moment too.
  • “I can’t even look at them now…My eyes are always locked on you…” He said, smiling ad you look at him and laugh.
  • You hold one of his hands, just like that day.
  • That smile only got bigger on his face…And then he did something that he didn’t do that day…
  • He kissed you.
  • A passionate kiss, while he was pulling you even closer.
  • After that kiss, you two look at each other and laugh.
  • Zen gave you the same smile that he gave you that night…
  • That made you froze for a while, but then you gave a big smile to him…Now he’s blushing…
  • “…It’s better if we go to the bedroom ” He holds your hand running
  • “ZEN…!WAIT!” You yelled while you’re being dragged, laughing


  • She has a flashlight right now, looking for you.
  • Why she can’t find you?
  • Well, if someone is here meant danger, she’ll kick the person’s ass.
  • Don’t even try her.
  • She sighs almost calling Luciel to tell him that you were missing and she was very worried…
  • But then she remembers that she didn’t check the rooftop…
  • That would be silly…But hey, she needs to test all the options.
  • When she gets there and she saw you, she got relieved and confused, why were you there?
  • She was going towards you when she realizes that you were looking at the view…Oh ok, this is understandable.
  • She never gets time to do this, but it must be pleasing…But she doesn’t understand why you’re doing this at this hour?!
  • She sits by your side, you look at her and smile, and look at the sky again…You didn’t  even said a single word.
  • And Jaehee keeps her eyes on you…She never thought that love would get to her, she thought it was silly…
  • But now she is in love.
  • She can’t even think her life without you.
  • Wow…Why is she having those thoughts right now?
  • After some while, Jaehee holds your hand and keep enjoying the view with you…
  • She would even bring some coffee, or something, to you guys, enjoy even more that view.
  • You fell asleep there, Jaehee finds it so cute, she took a picture of it…So she can appreciate it later…
  • She picks you up in bridal style, she already knew that you were going to sleep first, she’s familiarized with “no sleeping”.
  • She carries you, she’s pretty strong, and then she puts you to the bed, lying there too, hugging you before she could sleep again.
  • She loved that experience…She might want to do it again with you…But not so late!


  • You were in one his houses, you guys were on a trip.
  • The place was beautiful, so you couldn’t even sleep, you get out of your bed and go see this view.
  • Jumin was sleeping at that time.
  • When he woke up and didn’t see you by his side, he almost contacts all the security so they could search for you…
  • But first, he decides to look for you himself.
  • After looking everywhere he reminds of the rooftop…Well, he will check it, for precaution.
  • If you’re not there, he’ll call the security.
  • But for his relief, you were there, he sighs “MC what are you doing here? Is late, i got worried, you never know what can ha–”
  • “ I was enjoying the view.” You smile looking at the view, cutting Jumin before he could finish his lecture.
  • He looks at the view, he didn’t quite understand why you were there enjoying the view at this time...But he was worried about your safety in that roof.
  • So he sits beside you, just so he can wrap his arms around you, if you want to enjoy the view, he’ll let you do it.
  • Both of you are there to spend this trip the best way possible, and if you like this, you can have this.
  • And he loves to enjoy this view…Especially with you.
  • Hours and hours were wasted while you and Jumin were talking and talking about the view, life, love, and Elizabeth.
  • You fell asleep, smiling, he looks at you, and then he sighs, in his life he never smiled…But with you, he always does this without even realizing.
  • He picks you up, carrying you carefully to the bedroom…
  • He’ll build something to you sees the view even better than before, maybe it’ll be really safe so Elizabeth can join too…
  • But after that he realizes something…
  • He’s a very happy man.


  • He’s kind of worried about you, it’s so late and you’re not even in bed.
  • He knows that because he’s not going to bed so early, like always, but you always sleep early.
  • Well, you always go first.
  • He was searching for you, he even got out to see if you were outside.
  • When he was outside, he looks at the sky…It was beautiful…And then he smiles.
  • He has an idea where you must be.
  • So he goes to the roof, and there you’re, looking at those stars.
  • He just sits by your side, he holds your hand, smiling, looking at these stars.
  • “One day we will go there MC…It’ll be beautiful…” You laugh and then you look at him.
  • “We’re not shining stars…” He laughs and looks at you too.
  • “This i know…I never said we are.” He got a little closer to you “But you brought to light in my life like them…And you bring me joy…Like them. So i can pretty much say you’re my shiniest star!” 
  • You just smile and look at the stars again.
  • And now he’s just looking at you…Little did you know that your smile is the light of his life.
  • After some time you guys just lay on that roof, and after some more time you two sleep, cuddling under all those stars.
  • This will be something of you two now. 


  • He didn’t feel anything in the bed with him…So you’re not there.
  • His vision is blurry, but he can see that nobody is beside him, so this was a confirmation.
  • V’s really worried right now, he thinks the worst happened to you…
  • Or you decided to leave him… Which was understandable to him.
  • He was walking through the house, calling your name, yelling the loudest he could.
  • Until he listens to you calling him back, he smiles, relieved.
  • But he got worried again after he realizes that you were shouting from the roof!
  • V didn’t know how he get there or how he did it so fast, maybe it was because the thought of losing you…Made him do that.
  • His vision is so blurry, but he can see you…Well, just a little.
  • “MC….Please, what are you doing here…?!” You can feel the desperation in his tone, you just laugh and answer “Enjoying the view.”
  • Oh… So he was so worried for nothing? Actually, he’s worried still.
  • But you grab his hand guiding him to sit by your side, you sigh, “It’s just so beautiful…”
  • …You must be talking about the view, he believes…It’s a pity, he can’t see it. 
  • “Can you describe to me?” You look at him, he just smiles at you “…Please?”
  • So this goes on with you describing what you’re seeing…And what you’re feeling from it.
  • He loves to see the passion in your tone…He can even imagine the scenario.
  • Nothing can compare to you.
  • This looks like a dream, and he’s every day scared that it might be…But it’s not.
  • You’re with him, and he wishes that this moment lasts forever.


  • Even if he doesn’t want you to know it, he’s very concerned about you.
  • And he’s always afraid that someone might have done something to you. So when he sees the time…And you, not in the bed…He almost had a heart attack.
  • He gets out of the bed, looking for you, he sighs not finding you…He put some pants, a shoe, and a sweater so he can get out…Is cold.
  • He gets out, calling you, yelling, then he listens to you yell “HERE!”.
  • He looks to the rooftop, he can’t see very clearly, so he’ll have to go there.
  • When he’s there, he sees you, and with that grumpy face, he walks towards you, sitting by your side.
  • You’re enjoying the sky…He loves to see the sky too, but…He likes to see you even more.
  • But you’re with a fucking dress in this cold!
  • “It’s too cold here MC…” You laugh, before you could say anything, you feel Saeran putting his sweater on you.
  • You look at him, and then you smile, he blushed a little with that grumpy face, but then he holds your hand.
  • After some minutes you two just keep seeing the sky, talking about it. And after some more minutes, he looks at you, and his attention is all in you.
  • When you made a question and you didn’t get an answer you look at him, you two kept looking each other, until he almost jumps on you, giving you a kiss that took all your breath away.
  • After some while, you’re laid down in the rooftop, and he’s on the top of you, kissing you still.
  • Now this place is warm.
reading the dark artifices
  • me (after reading lord of shadows): I am dead, I have died, death reigns. what am I supposed to do after this? WhAt Is ThE mEaNiNg Of LiFe? WHERE AM I? WhO aM i? HOW DO I WAIT TWO YEARS FOR QUEEN OF AIR AND DARKNESS? I WANT THE FIRST DRAFT NOW PLEASE THANKS CASSIE! I know you have to like write it, but can you invent a time machine please, i'm sure it's possible, everything is possible, all the stories are true right? I JUST WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO MY BABIES IN THE NEXT ONE PLEASE KEEP THEM ALL SAFE THANKS!

 Notes~ You decided to go shopping instead of attending Devil’s Night with him. When you both are home, James instantly wants to get sexual with him. You both end up having a talk about something that has been bothering you for a while. 

Warnings~ Somewhat sexual,short mentions of alcohol, drugs, beatings, and rape.

Words- 1,098

Originally posted by tates-tortilla

Devil’s Night was almost over at the Cortez by the time you arrived back to your room. Instead of taking part in the event you went shopping with Liz. James insisted that if you must miss his party that you at least have someone else with you at all times. You knew what your husband’s favorite hobby was and it really didn’t bother you. It kept him happy and from getting angry at you, which is all you wanted. You walked to your bed to drop the arm full of bags you had with Liz behind you ready to do the same thing. You started opening your bags and sorting out the articles of clothing and shoes to take them to their proper place. Liz pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took one out before offering you one. “No thank you. I don’t smoke,” you answered.

“You might as well, everyone else in this damned place does.”

“I thought you would have much rather spent the night out with Tristan than with me.”

“Honey,” Liz started,”Tristan and I don’t have to go out to have a good time and I don’t mean just sex.”

“It seems like all James has wanted lately is sex,” you sighed as the last word left your lips. You walked over to your closet hanging up things and placing shoes on the bottom. “That’s just how the man is. He finds someone he likes and gives them gifts and riches to make up for the lack of emotion.” Liz took a long drag on her cigarette and got up when she heard a knock on the door. It was Tristan. Sometimes when James would “work” the you would go down to the bar and chat with Liz and Tristan for hours. Tristan wrapped his arm around Liz and kissed her before they sat down in a chair with Liz on Tristan’s lap. “Hey Tristan,” you said putting the last of your new things and grabbing a bottle of wine. You sat in the chair across from Liz and Tristan. You didn’t even bother getting a glass for the wine and just drank it out of the bottle. “It looks like you’re taking up drinking instead of smoking,” Liz said raising her eyebrow at you.

“You could always do drugs instead,” Tristan said,” if you do the right kind it’s the best mix of smoking and drinking.”

“You know I hate it when you talk about that stuff,” Liz pouted.  You looked at the time and it was a minute to midnight. James would be back instantly after that. “You guys may want to leave,” you suggested to your friends.

“March is such a grump,” Liz said.

“My husband is just particular, but I would rather you guys leave now so we don’t have to find out what he’ll do to keep you out.” With that, the pair got up and excited the room. You took the bottle of wine and put it back into its place. You’ve lived in the Cortez for while, yet it’s never truly felt like home. You loved your husband very much and wouldn’t do anything to bother him. That included trying to redecorate or modernize anything. You knew if he asked he’d probably say yes and use it as a way to make sure you never left him. You heard the door open and made your way to it. “Dearest, how was your day,” James said before you wrapping you up in his arms. His cane feel to the ground next to him.

“It was alright,” you sighed,” I bought a lot of new clothing I think you’ll like.”

“I bet they’re lovely.” James leaned down to press his mouth hard against yours. You gasped as you felt his tongue push its way into your mouth.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and grabbed for his hair. His hands moved down your body taking in its shape before they grabbed your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up to carry you to the bed. He laid you down and quickly touch off his shirt. He moved to be on top of you. Your hands pressed against his chest as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. Then you thought of something. “James, I can’t.” James pushed himself up and looked into your eyes, “ What can’t you do, darling?”

“ I can’t just have sex with you like this James. Lately, you’ve just been acting like that’s all I am for you.” James looked like he was thinking deeply about what he was getting ready to say next. You honestly expected him to already be trying to kill you over it or force himself upon you. “ I can assure you that you are not used for only that purpose.”

“Than what purpose do I have for you,” you pleadingly looked into James eyes. He moved to the edge of the bed to sit with his legs hanging over the side. He reached his hand up to grab a handful of his already ruffled hair as he thought. You just sat there looking at him not knowing what to say. You never have seen him like this before.

“Dearest, you’re here because I love you. You aren’t here just because I want something that selfish from you. If I did I would just use any woman who walked into this place like I used to.”

You crawled to sit by his side and he pulled you into his lap. He was still looking off into the distance. “At most times,” you continued, “ I feel like I’m here just to be your arm candy and that’s why you offer me everything I want.”

“I offer you all of those things because I wish for you to be happy and as much as I wish I could I know that I could never make you truly happy.”

“James, is that what you really think?” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“You make me happy, you do I promise,” you reassured,” you just haven’t been acting like yourself. We haven’t even eaten a meal together in over a month.”

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“Instead of working so much next week, you should just spend time with me so we can actually talk about all of these things and get back to normal.”  

James looked into your eyes for a few seconds before speaking up,” I promise you that I will dearest and that my main focus will be put back on you.”

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room 43 | m

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

( angst ; light smut ) 1905 words. yoongi scenario
summary: “you are my soulmate but i can’t flee with you.” brothel au. brief mentions of dubious consent to sex, underage prostitution.
N/A: for yoongi I actually thought another au, but I guess I like this one a lot better. (for some reason his scenarios always end up in smut somehow lmao)

» read the rest of the star crossed series: seokjin | yoongi | hoseok | namjoon | jimin | taehyung | jungkook

Thursdays are the days you look forward to the most.

On Thursdays, the place is always quieter for some reason – being the fact that customers are busier with their lives, or they simply don’t really feel like coming there on that particular day. You’ve never really wrapped your finger around it, but you guess you can do with it and enjoy some kind of me-time better. Customers would usually flock in at around 9pm, despite the fact that your shift start at 7pm. But on Thursdays, they begin to come in at 11pm, or at times, they would not come at all. So, Thursdays always felt like a collective day off for you and your coworkers, and none of you complained about that.

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anonymous asked:

“It’s midnight, what do you want?” Nesta (please and thank you)

Hey nonnie, here it is! This is the first time I’ve written Nesta/nessian, so… I hope it turned out ok. (Also thanks for the please and thank you)

I’m tagging a few people here: first, @a-court-of-pain-and-night who also requested this fic.

Also, thanks so much to @hollow-kingdom and @acourtofstarsanddreams for talking to me basically all day about Nesta, it really helped me understand her better. I swear I have a job lol I really liked writing nessian, so there will probably be more of this in the future.


When Cassian wanders into the kitchen of the House of Wind, he is startled to see Nesta sitting on a stool at the island. It is the middle of the night and he hadn’t expected anyone else to be there, let alone her.

She fails to make any sign that she sees him in the doorway, taking another drink from her glass as if he hasn’t just come in, flinching slightly as the liquid makes its way down her throat. A half-empty bottle of bourbon sits on the counter in front of her.

“Nesta.” Her name comes off his lips without his will, an uncertain mixture of pleasant surprise and apprehension. He waits. A small lamp on one counter is the only light in the cavernous room. She has become an odd contrast of shadows and illumination, her profile in relief while the rest of her remains in obscurity. He can make out her shape through the thin cotton nightgown she wears and makes a note to himself to look elsewhere, even as he memorizes the sight. Her hair is in a braid but it has been disturbed, as if she has just woken and gotten out of bed.  

She remains silent so he moves towards a cabinet, grabbing a glass. He turns his back to her and closes his eyes briefly. If she would just say something, call him a name, anything, he could let go of this sense of foreboding. It is rare when she doesn’t have some clever retort ready to snap at him. And now, she hadn’t even bothered saying hello. He finally turns back to her, having no more pretense to give her some semblance of privacy.

“Nesta, what are you doing here? Are you doing alright?” She doesn’t live at the House of Wind. Nesta and Elain live in a townhouse by the Sidra, to have a space that is their own. She and Cassian have barely spoken in the weeks since she came to live in Velaris. He has to keep himself from going to her every day, to keep himself from reaching out to her. The bond that ties them together has been demanding that he find her, touch her, hear her voice. If she feels the same pull, she makes no indication.

He hadn’t planned on seeing her here, now, and while his instinct is to approach her and place a gentle hand on her back, he knows what that would be met with. Hell, if she would let him he’d carry her to his bed, he would let her have it, sleeping on a couch or the floor.

She hasn’t been sleeping well, a fact that she is now chagrined to realize he is aware of. Months of adjustment to this body and nothing has made a difference. There is something humming under her skin, something she realizes is power, but… she isn’t sure what to do with it, yet. Rhys has allowed her to train, to help them in their efforts against the King of Hybern, and yet at the end of the day she still finds herself dissatisfied, lacking something she doesn’t want to name.

He is watching her from the edge of the kitchen while she takes up all the space at the center. She holds her glass at an angle, letting its bottom edges roll over the marble countertop as she watches the liquid swirl, leaving patterns along the sides.

“Stop hovering, Cassian,” she finally says. He bites back a sigh. “It’s midnight. What do you want.” Her voice is so flat that the question has become a statement.

“Well, I wanted a drink of water. But why don’t you tell me, Nesta, why you are here, in the middle of the night. Why aren’t you home?”

To his surprise she responds not with a scoff or a pursing of her lips, but with frankness.

“In the middle of the night, when I wake up, I hear Elain screaming. It has been…” she clears her throat. “I can’t get the sound out of my head.”

She pushes the bottle across the counter towards him. He moves towards her to take it, keeping a wary eye on her. He pours himself a drink and sits at the stool opposite her. It isn’t the kind of thing he would have chosen himself; this is likely Azriel’s bottle, but Cassian figures he can replace it. He takes a drink, the spice and burn coating his throat in a not unpleasant manner.

“She seems ok, doesn’t she? Elain is adjusting, I think. But I…” she trails off, her gaze never leaving her glass. She finishes the last of it before pouring herself another. “She tells me she is fine. How can she be? Feyre is. Feyre is always fine.”

“Elain is doing well,” he replies. He pauses a moment before he adds, “She doesn’t blame you. No one does.”

“Well, that wasn’t my question, was it,” she says sarcastically. “Do you blame yourself? Because you should.” She says the last words with the same dead tone she had begun speaking with.

“Yes,” he says quietly. “I made you a promise. I didn’t uphold my end. It’s quite simple.”

“Cassian.” Something tightens in his chest at hearing her say his name. A minute passes before she continues to speak again. “Once, before our mother died, before we lost everything we had, my father promised me something. Do you want to know what he promised me?”

He nods at her.

“He said that nightmares aren’t real. He said that they are our fears, the things we don’t want to happen. That we have to imagine them at night so they don’t take form during the day. That if I just remembered that the horrible things happening in my nightmares were never true, then I didn’t need to be afraid of them.” She drinks the rest of the bourbon in her glass in a quick swallow, tilting her head to force the burning liquid down her throat.

“He was wrong,” she finishes. Her hand shakes as she reaches to pour herself another, but he covers her hand in his, taking the bottle from her. Pulling her glass towards himself, he makes her another drink, sliding the glass across the counter towards her.

“Promises only count if someone means them. If they aren’t full of shit the minute the words come out of their mouths. You are not full of shit, Cassian.” She sighs, finishing her drink in another swallow.

He would make a sign to her, to tell her he understands, but holds himself back, watching to see what she will say next. He nurses his drink in silence with her, considering her words.

Looking up at him, Nesta wraps her hands around her glass. If she lets it go she will grab his hand, jump over that counter, finally quit ignoring the bond she feels at her core, leading her to him. The thread has steadily become heavy, cumbersome, until she thinks she will go mad from its persistent throbbing reminder. There are things she wants to say, words that live on the tip of her tongue, and when he is around she feels them dangerously close to coming loose and betraying her. She decides that tonight is not the night. One day, she will tell him what she wants. But it won’t be now. Not when she is so close to breaking and she isn’t sure if he can put her back together. If she wants him to.

She moves to stand too quickly and the bottle tips, moments away from falling and shattering. She waits to watch it fall, but before she knows he is there Cassian has moved next to her to grab it, afraid the glass will splinter and cut her. It lands in his hand with a soft clinking sound before he sets it upright on the counter.

They are pressed together now and her hands go to his chest, steadying herself between him and the counter that is behind her. “Is this what you want,” she asks. The teasing note of the words rings false in his ears, the truth of what she is saying and what she wants just below the surface. He grabs her arm to steady her.  

“Nesta, did you drink all of that?” He looks again at the bottle, hoping that its half-empty state is not entirely because of her.

“No. You walked in on my first drink.” She looks up at him and he finally sees a hint of sincerity beneath her nearly expressionless face. What he finds there looks something like pain mingled with trust. Her shield is cracking and he will be damned if he does anything to make her hide from him right now.

“Why did you come here?” He grasps her shoulders, unsure if he will pull her closer.

She feels herself begin to speak before she is aware she has made the decision. “I wanted to see you. To talk to you. I’ve been… I have been having nightmares. And they are real. But so are you.” She searches his face, dragging the tips of her fingers across his jaw. “I don’t know what I want, Cassian. I’m not sure if I want you, or this, or why I’m even telling you this.” She forces her mouth closed, grateful that she hasn’t continued telling him her thoughts. I want to understand why it feels like you can break me, even while I wonder if you are the only one who can put me back together.

“Do you want me to take you home,” he asks, his breath a shuddering in his chest. She shakes her head and begins to lean into him. A slight flush has made its way up her neck, and he tries not to stare at the way the fabric of her nightgown moves on her. “We can sit and talk, if you want. I have a fire going in my room.” He blanches and tries to explain himself when she cuts in.

“Yes. Let’s sit.”

She lets him take her hand from his chest, leading her to his room. He walks in front of her, heart pounding. When they reach his room he gestures to a large, well-worn chair, taking a smaller wooden one himself. Nesta curls her legs under herself, her small form sinking into the cushions. Resting her head on the arm of the chair, she looks at him. He returns her gaze, and they sit like this, taking the measure of each other.

“What do you want to talk about,” he asks finally.

“Tell me… tell me something true,” she replies. The soft and steady tones of his voice take over and she closes her eyes to listen, to learn about him. When he knows that she has fallen asleep, he gathers her in his arms and lays her in his bed, covering her with a blanket. He brushes her hair from her face, watching the furrows disappear and the severe angles of her eyebrows relax. He wishes that he could keep her like this. Not for himself, but for her.

He takes her former place in the chair by the fire, watching her sleep through the rest of the night, barely stirring. While she rests, he makes another promise to himself, to her, and this is one he intends to keep.

Doctor Difficulties (Simon Request)

It was difficult being a doctor. You rarely got time to relax and you were always thinking about the next patient or the next problem. A lack of sleep and a long shift hardly made you your best. However, in your holiday from work, you’d planned to relax with your boyfriend as much as possible. Playing video games, watching Netflix, filming videos. But with Simon as your boyfriend, his first plan for your first day off was to go to the pitch with some of the boys and play some football. In all fairness, you loved the game but that made no change to the fact that you were secretly shattered and wanted nothing more than your bed. He was excited for today and you didn’t want to disappoint him. Even if work had been getting a bit too stressful recently…
“Yo guys what’s going on and today I’m here with some of the guys” Simon begins loudly for his video, “And the better looking of all of us, my girlfriend!” He grins, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.
“Ughh you two need to get a room” Manny jokes in a feminine voice, a reference to the very jealous fangirls that didn’t approve of Simon’s love for you.
“Alright so today we’re using this blindfold and this course to make complete idiots of ourselves” He cheers before the video would cut to his simple explanation of how things would work.
After Tobi and Ethan both go, its your turn. It seemed simple to the naked eye. Put the blindfold on, dribble round some cones, do 10 spins with the ball at your feet before trying to blindly run past a defender and score a goal.
“And go!” Tobi exclaims to start your time.
You succeed at first. The dribbling goes okay even if you do hit into a few… maybe all of the cones…
And then your spins. You had never been one to handle things like this very well and became dizzy very easily.
After four spins you could already feel it. Oh god, this wouldnt go well. Sleep deprived and not containing near as much food as you should’ve done for the past couple of weeks, you could feel the lightheaded MOX begin to stir.
Once the boys call ten, you attempt to run forward. Only to trip over the ball and smash straight into something very solid- sending it and you crashing to the floor.
“Oh fuck!” You hear the boys shout as you fumble to take off the material over your eyes.
Whilst your eyes quickly adjust to the light, you see Simon on the floor beside you, gripping his leg with what looked like a near-agonising pain.
“Holy shit, are you okay man?” Tobi asks instantly.
“Fuck” Simon winces, trying to sit up but failing.
“What hurts?” You ask quickly, your doctor side kicking in.
Your boyfriend points to the bottom of his leg, near to the ankle and grimaces as you place your hands on it.
“Okay can you move it?”
“No, it kills babe” He manages to say.
You notice the lack of reaction from the boys now which seems evidently strange to you…
“Alright take deep breaths okay? I’m gonna need you to try to sit up” You nod with a calming tone to your voice.
“Aww its cute seeing you in doctor mode” He chuckles, a smile appearing on his pink lips.
“What?” You question with a sudden sour taste.
Simon laughs that laugh that he does which you usually find irresistibly adorable but this time its the opposite.
“Go fuck yourself Minter” You state, tossing the blindfold onto his stomach before turning on your heel and walking towards the gate of the pitch.
“(Y/n)!” He calls after you but obviously has no reaction from you.
It wasn’t that you were annoyed that he pranked you. He usually would attack you with silly string or order the wrong spice at Nandos so your food was far too spicy. It was generally just a continued joke between the pair of you but that was too far. The agony on his face had boiled a mix of horror, worry and guilt in your stomach. The panic of your breathing sent an even worse spin in your head than any amount of dizziness could have done. You were tired. You didn’t need this.
“(Y/n) come on,” Simon speaks up as he catches up behind you after evidently running to meet you.
You sigh and allow him to cautiously turn you to face him.
“What happened?” He frowns, knowing you never got annoyed about pranks- not this annoyed.
“I don’t want to talk Simon” You shake your head, looking down.
“Babe,” He says with such worry in his voice you’re struggling to not look into his eyes, “I didn’t think you’d get upset. I was just messing around”
“I know” You nod.
“Then what’s going on?” He questions, “You haven’t been yourself for the past couple of weeks. I thought having a kick around with the boys might make you feel better”
“I know that too" You respond, “Its just work Simon. Everything’s getting a bit much now”
“How so?” He frowns.
“I’m working 14 hour shifts where I’m constantly rushing around, I’m seeing patients that I can’t even help and then I’m coming home not being able to sleep because I’m thinking about it too much” You explain, “And seeing you hurt…”
“Hey hey” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m just being a dickhead. There’s nothing wrong with me” He chuckles, allowing you to feel the rumble in his chest, “You’ve got a couple of weeks off now okay? Those other doctors know what they’re doing and they’re gonna be fine. Meanwhile, you need to take a break"
“Doctors hear that all the time” You point out.
“Then listen to it!” He responds, “If that means you sleeping all day then sleep until its dark. If that means eating pizza at midnight in bed then we’ll order a Papa John’s. Anything you want”
You smile and look up at him.
“Just stop being so hard on yourself babygirl” He brushes some hair from your face, “And I’ll try not to prank you again”
You reach up to your tiptoes as though you’re about to kiss him and notice his eyes flutter shut, “Pull another stunt like that and I’ll make sure I definitely injure your leg next time”
You grin and walk off, back to the pitch.
“Oh so the doctor’s got sass has she?” He raises his brows, running up behind you and lifting you up with your legs flailing, “Nice try”

anonymous asked:

expand a bit on that au I'm curious

im very glad at least one person cares

  • ok so retail drug store AU!! im 100% shamelessly basing this off of my own job
  • about 1/3 of the store is cosmetics, skincare, bath & beauty, etc. the rest is pharmacy, OTC, food, and other general drug store stuff
  • have u seen drake’s video for ‘started from the bottom’? thats where i fuckin work

this is really long. im sorry


  • allura owns the store. she’s also the head pharmacist
  • which is always the owner of the store
  • in a permanent state of “my employees are fucking incompetent i should fire them” but never does only reprimands them
  • the cameras in the store show her everything thats happening she has a big screen that show all of the 24 areas. sometimes when shes bored and it’s slow she’ll sit there and watch the employees 
  • she calls lance several times and tells him to stop fucking around bc he’ll just be hanging around the front cash bugging the fuck out of keith and pidge and hunk, if he’s there
  • theres a betting pool w the staff on when she and shiro are finally going to hook up
  • she deals with customer complaints when shiro isn’t around; a lot of customers see her pretty face and think she’ll be lenient on them , but oh boy. ohhh boy are they wrong
  • she’ll fuckin shred em
  • she’s stern but a very kind and understanding boss


  • coran is one of the front store managers (meaning he’s one of the managers of everything that isn’t pharmacy and cosmetics).
  • he’s also the product receiver
  • has to do a lot of cycle counts and damage reports bc customers drop things, especially cosmetic things, so often
  • its expensive
  • permanently stressed
  • jokes around a lot
  • will come check up on employees and see if they’re working or not
  • usually doesn’t do much if they’re not
  • just tells them to get to work but like doesnt actually do anyhing about it
  • one time he walked into the cosmetics department and saw lance giving hunk an impromptu makeover and said “dont do that on store time!” but lance offered to give him one too so coran was like ‘oh yes’ and never actually gave lance shit
  • very smart and suggests a lot of ways to improve customer service, ignores keith whenever he says ‘or we could not do that’
  • VERY protective of the staff, will fight anyone who treats them poorly


  • shiro is the head front store manager, meaning he’s above coran but below allura
  • (fs managers wear blue collared long sleeve shirts and ties. pciture shiro wearing that. thank u for ur time)
  • the store is severely understaffed so shiro is permanently stressdt
  • because he’s the one that deals with hiring and raises and wages and whatnot
  • is literally the Team Dad™ and the employees go to him a lot when they have issues/are being harrassed by a customer
  • since they cant tell customers to fuck off they get shiro to do it instead bc shiro is the manager and can do what he wants
  • (shiro never tells customers to fuck off. not explicitly. he’s too kind for that. hes very good at subtly telling them off though. kindly.)
  • takes naps in allura’s office a lot 
  • is also in charge of what products get brought in
  • wants to go for a yearlong nap when lance and pidge keep suggesting all these weird sex toys and lubes
  • “look at this thing it looks like a BANANA shiro can you bring it in i’m gonna fucking sell this to that cranky ass old dude–” “NO, pidge, we are not bringing in a banana sex toy. jesus christ.”
  • “YOOOO I’D GET A THIRTY PERCENT DISCOUNT ON THIS LUBE ITS STRAWBERRY FLAVOUREDO OOHH” “i dont want to hear about your sex life, lance.”
  • no one knows how tf he got his scar or lost his arm but everyone always asks if he can robot punch the dick customer in the face and shiro always has to firmly tell them that’s rude and also, no, but only because theyd get fined


  • hunk is the best merchandiser (stock person basically, the ones putting products out and whatnot)
  • often climbs the shelves in the receiving room bc although he doesnt look it hes super nimble 
  • the toilet paper is always on the top shelf and customers always want it bc its always on sale so hunk is perpetually climbing the shelves
  • sometimes he gets stuck up there and isnt let down until shiro hears him screaming, sometimes hours later
  • shiro leaves him in charge of signage and sale tickets which is fine bc hunk always bums off half of them to lance (who always whines bc he has enough to do in cosmetics which is a lie because theres nothing happening there ever)
  • deals with a lot of shit in general
  • “are you sure you dont have any more of this in the back?” “well ma’am, you see, this thing here” (handheld device) “tells me we have zero in stock, so, like, yeah. im sure” 
  • has a small crush on one of the regular customers called shay, who will hang around and talk to him until shiro comes around the corner and says “Get back to work”
  • whenever he sees one of his coworkers being bothered by a customer he’ll come up and very cheerfully say “can i help you??” as said coworker makes a break for it
  • a VERY hard worker, always gets compliments from customers and even hugs sometimes from the regulars
  • always brings in cookies or donuts he baked and leaves them in the staff room for everyone to share; they always tell him to quit his job and open a bakery
  • hunk flushes and beams but would never leave this shit hole of a place, he says
  • spends like 70% of the time he’s in the receiving room dancing and singing loudly along with the radio, pidge joins him sometimes
  • so does lance and theyll play impromptu basketball with garbage and empty boxes
  • dabs at lance when he sees him across the store


  • pidge is the cash supervisor meaning theyre the one who deals with counting the safe, covering breaks, and dealing with customers when shiro, allura and coran have gone home
  • since the managers usually dont work night shifts, pidge is in charge almost every night from 2pm to close, at midnight
  • literally dead inside, makes jokes about it a lot
  • “hey pidge can you bring me a roll of toonies when you have the chance?” “sure, keith, i’m not doing anything anyway, only taking care of this entire fucking store on my own and wanting to die” “same” “nice”
  • will enter the staff room and announce “i hate my fucking life” and do a shot of chocolate milk
  • the tills crash a lot, and pidge gets at least 6 calls a day from lance especially because the tills are shit in the cosmetics department
  • “my cash crashed again” “just fucking leave it lance i dont give a shit” “i have customers” “okay ill come reboot it but only because youll cry if i dont” “Thanks pidge love u” (pidge has hung up already)
  • very small but always ready to fight
  • will literally tell a customer to eat a dick if they deserve it
  • one old guy was harrassing keith because he didnt have enough lottery tickets and keith was trying to remain polite (which he sucks at) and pidge came up and said “sir kindly calm down or leave this store immediately and dont come back”
  • covers lance’s breaks, since the department cant be unattended, and will shout across the store when they see lance stopping at front cash on the way back to flirt with keith
  • got called “she” after specifying they want “they” pronouns multitple times, and then refused to serve the customer again


  • is that stereotypical cashier that literally wants to die
  • “hi welcome to quiznak did you find everything you were looking for?” *customer bitches about sale prices and blames keith as though he personally chose the price* “okay”
  • its always dead from 7pm to midnight so he’ll just stand there and read a book, and pidge will be like “u cant do that” and keith will be like “too bad” and pidge is like “tru”
  • has stupid competitions with lance, will often compete with him for Worst Customer Ever Stories
  • lance: “this woman told me i shouldnt work in cosmetics because im a guy!! what kind of bullshit!! i didnt give her free samples” keith, flatly: “a man yelled at me for five minutes solid because we don’t sell duracell batteries and then threw his empty coffee cup at me and walked away”
  • the uniform is a short sleeved t shirt but keith always wears a black shirt underneath it and no one cares enough to stop him
  • he also wears his skinny jeans instead of work slacks but again no one cares
  • this pleases keith because he knows his ass looks great in those jeans, and he knows lance stares at it from across the store
  • gay
  • actually has terrible apathy and poor social etiquette and is bad at reading social cues which hes working on with shiro’s help
  • a customer sadly said “i lost my husband” and keith blankly says “did you find him” and shiro, who’s there for whatever reason, gives him a pained look, until keith says “oh god im so sorry i didnt realise oh god”
  • when its really slow and pidge is on cash he’ll leave to go “straighten up” the aisles but hes actually going to visit lance in the cosmetics department bc arguing with lance is fun
  • literally doesnt care about makeup or skincare but lance does and keith thinks its cute
  • if theres no customers pidge will get on the PA and say GAYYY for the whole store to hear
  • hunk will join in from the receiving


  • okay so im a cosmetician so this is entirely based off of my experience
  • lance is one of the only cosmeticians. there are 4 running the entire department. lance suffers everyday. he might as well be the fucking manager
  • knows so much about skincare that it’s lowkey terrifying. has amazing skin. “Whats your secret???” asks a customer. lance will never reveal. (its glycolic peels and a good moisturiser)
  • also is incredible at eyeliner, gives shiro a run for his money
  • “youre a guy why are you working in cosmetics” “because im beautiful”
  • the cosmetician uniforms are all black, long sleeve blazers and black pants. lance looks really good because he’s tall and slim, and pidge always tells him what a gay look it is
  • “im BI, pidge” “i know but its a gay look because its a GOOD look”
  • its always fucking HOT in the cosmetics department because its far away from the freezers and the lights for the makeup make the entire dpt like a sauna
  • lance will cry about it at any given time. he BEGS allura to change the AC settings but she never does
  • goes to front cash to steal bags a lot because they run out a lot at cosmetics but mostly actually goes to say some kind of pickup line to keith, or to whatever cute girl is waiting in keith’s line (earning himself a savage glare)
  • always has makeup swatches up and down his arms and all over his hands and smudges on his cheeks; somehow still looks flawless, and he knows it
  • shamelessly applies makeup in the middlle of his shift, earning himself calls from allura and shiro telling him to work andstop doing that
  • he doesnt stop
  • when hes bored hell leave the department and go hang out with hunk in the back for like a half hour and claim he was printing signs when asked
  • “i may hate my job and want to die most of the time, but at least i look good” *finger guns* *keith rolling his eyes*
  • a pretty girl or cute boy enters the department looking for a consultation and lance flirts the whole time, partially because hes a flirty dude, and partially because he KNOWS it’ll up his sales. also he likes making people smile.
  • makes faces at keith from across the store when keith is standing at his cash looking like a zombie. keith responds and they have an ugly face contest


  • after close, pidge, hunk, and lance will grab the trolleys and race down the aisles, often crashing into shelves or each other. keith joins sometimes and fucking slaughters them all
  • allura: i should fucking fire you all
Falling For You (Draco Imagine)

Requested by: No-one

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Draco tends to pick on you due to bottled up emotions and then he really messes up, but the weirdest part is that you stand up for him.

Character/s: Draco

Form: Full Fic - Angst and some fluff

Warnings: swearing, comas, death mention, slight depression, bullying

A/N: I wrote this at midnight and didn’t remember only first years take flying, its  long and I don’t want to change it so, oops. 


Why is he like this? That was a question frequently asked by you and said person actually. He attacks your every insecurity almost daily and you’re not quite sure why and he likes to pretend to himself that he doesn’t know either. It didn’t even matter what you were doing either, you sometimes would just be sitting there and he’d start messing with you. You honestly just figured he was a bully with nothing better to do, you had seen how he treated some others so you try to shrug it off. 

Key word there was try, but it really did get to you some times. You’d never let onto it around him but sometimes when you knew everyone else was asleep you’d let it all out and cry. You would want to let yourself cry around others but you never wanted to because you felt like they wouldn’t care. If they did care wouldn’t they just stand up for you?

You let out a loud and sad sigh as you walked to your flying class, one of you many classes shared with Draco. You were hoping it was something easy today that involved nothing with other people, for obvious reasons. Sadly though, the teacher just decided that your class would play Quidditch due to it being near the end of the year and there being no exams for the class. To make it worse you were split onto the opposite team as Draco, you cringed at that realization knowing you’d be targeted.

The game started and you were actually a little bit relaxed because normally Potter was in here and Draco went after him first, but much to your dismay he missed class. You knew Draco had it out for you for some reason but this was a new level of force. He kept ramming into you and doing little spells to mess you up, and lets not even mention the remarks he was making.  You were trying to stay strong but you knew you couldn’t manage much longer, considering you weren’t the best player to begin with.

Next thing you knew, as you stopped for just a second to catch your breath, you felt something ram into you full force. You weren’t remotely expecting it and you closed your eyes for a second from the jolt. You felt something new and your eyes shot open only to see a slightly cloudy sky and your broom above you. That’s when, in a truly horrifying moment, you realized exactly what the sensation around you was. You were falling at a break neck speed, as you felt the air around you rushing around your form you looked up at your fellow classmates all stopped and staring down at you all shocked as the teacher fumbled to get their wand out in time. That was the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes and prepared for a new level of pain.

That’s when it went black.


Shit shit shit! I majorly fucked up this time! As I sit next to their bed in the medical ward, earning mixed reactions from fellow visitors, I can’t even think correctly. How could I? There were so many things to think about and so many to avoid thinking about. Two main things linger in my mind though.

One, will they ever forgive me? I don’t remotely see why they should, I mean I almost fucking killed them. I don’t even think I should forgive myself and that’s pretty easy to do, I only did it or any of the shit I pull on them for one reason, which brings us to the next thing on my mind. The very reason its self, how I feel about them. I think anyone would laugh if I said it out loud but I do all this dumb shit because I have a huge crush on them.

I hate them for making me feel this way, they just are so amazing and they’ve never even been rude to me despite how I mercilessly pick on them. I know I’m a bully but I don’t know how to stop, every time I get near them I either freeze up or get frustrated and lash out. I should have just apologized before for not knowing how to manage my feelings but now I went way too far and I don’t think apologizing would do anything. 

I feel on the brink of tears and just sigh and get up to start walking to the exit. I was tired of getting glares from their classmates and friends, who I so often said they never had. Plus if I was them I wouldn’t want the first person I saw when I awoke in a hospital bed to be the person who got me stuck there. Also despite all I’ve said to them, I don’t think I could handle what they might say to me when they woke up.

I could barely even handle what I kept unwillingly telling myself. It didn’t help that I could remember it all, how I felt, how everyone there reacted, and how they looked falling. A few people would shoot glares when I rammed them already, so when I rammed them and they fell I heard an array of gasps and panicked yelling while the teacher stumbled to get their wand out to stop the fall. The minute they left the broom I felt a jolt of shock, panic, and a heavy stab of guilt, which only got worse when I really looked at them. Their robes fluttered from the fall while they arched up as if reaching for support from the sky or anything. The look on their face was one of shock and betrayal, they had their eyes closed but when they opened they looked right at me, then they closed their eyes as if they accepted fate and maybe even death. 

I closed my eyes tight and tried to stop myself from thinking about when they hit, a shiver was sent up my spine. In the moment when I closed my eyes I realized two things, I had stopped and I had tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them off and walked with my head down not wanting anyone to notice I exist, or to exist for that matter. I looked back in the medical wards direction for a second then paced off.


Coma’s are weird, that’s what you realized when you woke up. It’s like sleep where you can subsequently feel pain and can’t dream, but can think. You wake up not knowing how long you were out but you woke up next to window at night, the first thing you saw was the stars then you closed your eyes again. The weirdest thing about coma’s are you’re still tired when you wake up.

You awoke again in the morning to a nurse checking your pulse, He jumped back when you laughed and said, “Not dead today, sorry.” He was over the moon you came out of the coma. The happiness faded a little bit when you asked how long you were out and he replied, “You’re in a new year now.” You were caught very off guard by this. You looked around to see no-one else there and you sighed, not surprised to have no visitors. They had you back on your feet the very next day and you were off to class. 

You walked into your first class and were bombarded by hugs and people saying that they’re happy you’re okay. This happened in every class but it seemed like someone always stayed behind and didn’t come over. You knew who it was and you hoped it was guilt stopping him and not just hatred fuming from your recovery. Part of you truly hoped it was guilt because after nearly killing you, you hoped Draco would calm down. 

After the events you got a lot more friends, while it sucked that you only got accepted after almost dying it still felt nice. One day though one of them started talking about how Draco is awful. You didn’t say anything to that but then they said he should “just off himself” and “never should have been born”. You never really got mad and it felt like something broke in you and time stopped while your blood boiled and seethed. 

“Okay, what the fuck?!” You said raising your voice and not caring if people looked. Suicide is never something to talk about in such ways, you would know, at one point you were on the receiving end. 

“What? Y/N calm down. I mean it’s true and you know it.” they reply casually.

You clench your fists at your side, “No! It’s not true at all! He fucked up, big deal we all make mistakes. It’s not a valid reason to encourage suicide!” 

“He tried to fucking kill you! Why are you standing up for him?!” They shouted back clearly ignoring your message.

You shoot up from your seat at that, “I’m standing up for him because no-one did that for me and it fucking sucks! Also like I said it was one mistake, he might be an amazing person for all we know!” You say fighting back the tears at the rims of your eyes. At the point everyone was staring at you two, unknown to you Draco was too. The person looked guilty but then a smirk grew on their face and they chuckled. “Oh I get it, you want to fuck him don’t you.” 

You let your mouth hang open for a second completely dumbstruck at this, so shocked you lost focus on holding back the tears of frustration. “That is none of your fucking business!!” you yell back at them while they got a shit eating grin as if they had won. You notice a teacher walking over to you two and you grab your stuff and storm out not wanting to deal with it all.

Draco raced after you and caught up to you as you turned into an empty classroom. You heard him walk it and whipped your head around with tears streaming down your face still, “What do you want?” you say softly. Draco scanned his brain for a good thing to say, he gave up and just louder than wanted said, “I’m sorry!!” Your sad faced turned into a surprised one and you walked over to him slowly, “What..?”

“I’m sorry I’m such a fucking dick and almost fucking killed you. I heard what you said and I’m not an amazing person, considering I never apologized for it all.” He said his face cringing at himself with guilt. 

“But you just did.” You say, feeling like your being overly forgiving but you did have some feelings for him and you knew he was sincere. He look surprised for a second until you asked why he did it, then he returned to cringing. He was not sure at all if he was ready to confess, “It’s because I have some romantic feelings for you and I can’t handle them without getting frustrated and mad.” he sighed waiting for you to yell at him or laugh but you never did.

“I, I don’t know what to say.” You stammer out, “But to summarize it, falling because of you was about the same as falling for you.” 

He jerked his head up to look at you completely taken aback. You just smiled sweetly back at him. “That sounds bad” he says.

“Oh it was awful, but that’s not important.” You say and laugh a bit softly. You walk up closer to him and hug him tightly, knowing both of you need it. He tenses up at first then relaxes and hugs back with a sigh. He felt a few tears slip out but didn’t bother to stop them like usual. You had no clue what would happen after this, so you just savored the moment.


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Roller Coasters

Summary: The reader wakes up Dean after a night of heavy drinking in order to get him to fulfill a promise he had made her the night before.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (no pairing)

Word Count: 540

Warnings: Cursing, grumpy, hungover Dean

A/N: This is my entry for week one of the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge! Woot!  Huge thanks to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for facilitating this during the off season! The prompts were “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me” and the song “Chained to the Rhythm” by Katy Perry.  I didn’t use the lyrics as a prompt but, instead, got my idea from the music video! Sneaky me!

You woke up, excitement coursing through your body as you stretched out in your bed. Well, the motel’s bed; but for the first time in a long while, you had your own bed in the motel room you were sharing. Usually you had to bunk with Sam or Dean but Sam was sporting a broken collarbone thanks to a particularly aggressive demon and had been forced into staying behind and playing the role of researcher on the last couple of hunts. 

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Staying Up With NCT: Doyoung


  •  You both have a day off the next day and spend the evening in together
  • Which evolves into “hey lets see how long we can stay awake”
  •  Want to watch a film but can’t settle on one 
  •  So you decided to go to a coffee shop at like midnight 
  • you stay there for ages just talking and drinking coffee
  •  When you finally do leave you spend time walking around •probably wants to talk about deep things
  •  tells you all his problems •and listens to yours
  •  inadvertently becomes a super deep emotional night for you two •so you get back and your almost crying 
  • decide to lighten things up
  •  spends ages deciding what to do
  •  wants go to a museum or take you somewhere 
  • but also its the middle of the night so nowhere is open 
  • ends up just looking out the window with you
  • watching the stars or city lights 
  • something romantic 
  • i feel like he’s a romantic at heart
  • wants to watch the sun come up
  • so you have to bundle up in loads of layers since its early morning/night and freezing out
  • and go find somewhere to watch the sunrise
  • maybe on the roof if you can get up there
  • but Doyoung constantly asks if your too cold and want to go in
  • or if your too tired you can go to sleep
  • but you want to stay up with him since you’ve made it through most of the night 
  • even if you don’t say anything it’s nice just being around each other 
  • the sun comes up and you feel dead inside since you’ve been awake so long 
  • but it’s worth it 

Originally posted by doyo-ng

notherwarriorcatwebsite  asked:

114 jeffmads???? im so sorry if you arent doing these anymore aa

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

Author’s note: This is college AU. I like to think that Thomas has really shitty eyesight, but wears contacts most of the time. Guy probably looks really hot with glasses though, not gonna lie.

Thomas Jefferson did not take too kindly to having his very peaceful sleep interrupted by a phone call at twelve in the morning. He didn’t know too many people who could honestly say they were fond of such experiences. Especially not college students. Wasn’t fun for him, and when and if he answered the phone, it was never fun for the poor, unsuspecting caller.

So it came as no surprise to James Madison when the first thing he heard from his best friend’s side of the phone was a growl.

“It’s midnight, what do you want? And who is this?” Without his glasses or contacts in, and in his dark bedroom, he couldn’t make out the name of the caller.

“It’s James.” His voice was soft, and strained. Like he was holding back tears.

Thomas shot up into a sitting position. James never called randomly, and he certainly never called this late.

“What’s wrong?” He heard James’s little chuckle; he must have sounded more worried than he’d meant to.

“I- I think I need to drop out.”

Thomas shook his head. “What?! You can’t drop out! You need to get your degree! You’re the smartest guy I know. Why?”

“It’s just too much. The stress of it all. I broke down three times this week! I can’t handle this. I shouldn’t have taken all those classes. I don’t even have time for my job anymore!”

Thomas sighed. No. He was not letting his best friend do this.

“Come over. Right damn now.”

He heard a deep sigh before he heard a response. “Okay. But you better have a bottle of wine waiting for me.”

Thomas couldn’t help himself; he snickered. “Of course I do. Hurry over.”

“See you in a few.”

Thomas set his phone down after he hung up, getting up to grab a bottle from his stash of alcohol.

All he had to do was convince a guy in the middle of a mental breakdown not to go through with the easiest way to prevent more breakdowns. Piece of cake.

Robbie is out on a walk with Sportacus – which he is super proud of because ‘you’re getting exercise Robbie! – with their hands linked when the crystal starts beeping. They stop, exchange glances before Robbie sighs. He reluctantly let’s go and Sportacus offers him an apologetic look before he’s off flipping over the nearest wall.

And stops in front of the closest tree. The hero looks up, which prompts Robbie to do the same. There, sitting innocently on a branch, is a familiar black and white kitten.

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dramaqueenofhell  asked:

This blog is the answer to my prayers(?) Ok prompts, prompts, barman!Peter has known this man for about three years, he always comes to his bar and asks for everything but alcohol, always after a really, really bad time regarding his love life, fights, misunderstanding, cheaters, messed up break-ups, you name it this guy has been through all of that. This guy is so kind, though, kind and and absolutely his type, he wants to asks him out, problem is, he don't even knows his name, yet.

First of all thank you very much for kind words! Hope you like it!


Its wednesday. Peter likes wednesdays. Do you know why? Because…

“Peter, where is your boyfriend?” Gamora asks and she even winks at him. Peter just rolls his eyes.

“His isn’t my boyfriend.” he answers then and starts to focus on the dirty glasses that he needs to clean.

Anyway. So wednesdays are his favorite days, because for one the bar is not as full as it is on the weekends. And Peter hates stress. But also because there is one customer that always comes wednesday.

He already knows this man for nearly three years and of course he is not every wednesday here, but often enough. The man is really sweet and always so thoughtful of everything and he makes Peter smile just when he thinks of him.

There are only two problems.

The man comes only into his bar, when something really bad had happened in his life. Again.

And Peter doesn’t even know his name.

“But you wish he was.” Gamora murmurs again and Peter almost drops the glass he is holding.

Well you see, she isn’t wrong.

“Good evening, gentlemen. And uh Lady.” a voice says then and this time Peter really drops his glass. It’s his luck that it doesn’t shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Hello, what can i do for you?” Gamora asks his beautiful guest and Peter growls.

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