just had this done a long time ago and since i said i was going to do the meme well

Locked in Love (M)

Word Count: 24k
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff & Slight angst like it’s barely even there

Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

↠ Day 5 of the seven days of Christmas collab! Read the other fics here

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° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART II.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON FOUR :

❛ You lost, friend? ❜
❛ Forgive me for staring… ❜
❛ May I tell you a secret? ❜
❛ I’m here to welcome you to the capital… ❜
❛ How did that come to pass? ❜
❛ You don’t partake? ❜
❛ I was invited to the royal wedding. ❜
❛ I thought we were speaking truth. ❜
❛ The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. ❜
❛ I’ve heard rumors. ❜
❛ I wasn’t there. I don’t know what happened– ❜
❛ You must not have been very good at your job. ❜
❛ Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go? ❜
❛ You know what? You should come with us.  ❜
❛ You got money to pay for it? ❜
❛ You don’t seem to understand the situation. ❜
❛ I place far too much trust in you. ❜
❛ You murdered them and displayed their corpses. ❜
❛ You ready for a hunt? ❜
❛ Though you’re not the champion yet, are you? ❜
❛ I’m sure they have a spare costume. ❜
❛ I would like to keep what remains of my face. ❜
❛ This one is clearly mad with lust. ❜
❛ What good is an empty cup? Fill it. ❜
❛ If you want to live, we have to leave. ❜
❛ I’m not trying to trick you. ❜
❛ They’ll be following you, now. ❜
❛ Are you going to accept their offer? ❜
❛ I will not have you dying on my behalf! ❜
❛ You got to do all seven of the fuckers? ❜
❛ Call that a fight? ❜
❛ It means something to me. ❜
❛ They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time. ❜
❛ There's got to be a way to protect them. ❜
❛ Your hatred for my family is…rather well known. ❜
❛ You think we conspired together? ❜
❛ But you want something in return. ❜
❛ That must be hard for you to admit. ❜
❛ I will not disappoint you. ❜
❛ I will not gamble with your life. ❜
❛ I bring your enemies what they deserve. ❜
❛ You want to live the rest of your life in chains? ❜
❛ What do you think they’ll do to us? ❜
❛ We have no training, no weapons. ❜
❛ If you want it, you must take it. ❜
❛ I will answer injustice with justice. ❜

SEASON FIVE :

❛ Trial? I have confessed. ❜
❛ My point is, we don’t choose whom we love. ❜
❛ What I’m trying and failing to say… ❜
❛ I know what you’re trying to say. ❜
❛ I think a part of me always knew and I’m glad. ❜
❛ Do you have any last words? ❜
❛ Perhaps, even you are innocent of that. ❜
❛ I can not disobey my king’s command. ❜
❛ I’m not going to kill you. ❜
❛ You’re going to advise me. ❜
❛ I’m not going to be banished…  ❜
❛ We’re all the same to them, meat for their army. ❜
❛ Why should I spend my time listening to you? ❜
❛ I will have a very large army and very large dragons. ❜
❛ What will we find when we strip away your finery? ❜
❛ Let go of vanity, pride, sin. ❜
❛ Lies come easily to you, everyone knows that. ❜
❛ I just need a moment of your time. ❜
❛ How many centuries before we learn how to build cities like this again? ❜
❛ This is my home. And you can’t frighten me. ❜
❛ It takes courage to admit fear, and to admit a mistake. ❜
❛ I came here to you that I was wrong. ❜
❛ This isn’t a strange place, this is my home. ❜
❛ You’re going the wrong way. ❜
❛ What a waste of a good kidnapping. ❜
❛ So happens, I was heading there myself. ❜
❛ The dead don’t need lovers, only the living. ❜
❛ Don’t you want to chase the rats out of it? ❜
❛ My place is here. ❜
❛ I’m giving you a chance to avenge your family. ❜
❛ I wish I could fight beside you. ❜
❛ I can imagine no higher praise. ❜
❛ I won’t try and dissuade you. ❜
❛ I’m sorry I’m always snapping at you. ❜
❛ If you didn’t snap at me I wouldn’t learn anything. ❜
❛ I’m going to show you how to ride properly. ❜
❛ I can teach you how to fight. ❜
❛ I suppose that’s more important. ❜
❛ You loved your family, avenge them. ❜
❛ There’s no justice in the world. Not unless we make it. ❜
❛ I don’t feel guilty. That’s what’s odd. ❜
❛ They don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.  ❜
❛ And how long will that be? ❜
❛ There are only two like it in the world. ❜
❛ You never told me why you set me free. ❜
❛ You’re not family, you owe me nothing. ❜

SEASON SIX :

❛ Everything they’ve taken from us, we’re going to take back. ❜
❛ It’s a good thing you’re not a boy/girl anymore. ❜
❛ That’s what I do. I drink and I know things. ❜
❛ I’m here to help. Don’t eat the help. ❜
❛ I’ve heard conflicting reports. ❜
❛ What kind of god would have a pecker that small? ❜
❛ My reign has just begun. ❜
❛ We make peace with our enemies, not our friends. ❜
❛ If you did know, you’re my enemy. ❜
❛ If you didn’t know, you’re an idiot. ❜
❛ Fuck justice then. We’ll get revenge. ❜
❛ Violence is a disease. ❜
❛ You’re shit at dying, you know that? ❜
❛ Trust me – if my soup didn’t kill you, nothing will. ❜
❛ We may as well be taking shits back here. ❜
❛ If you ever come back this way, I will execute you myself. ❜
❛ You don’t have to be here. ❜
❛ Perhaps we should take shelter. ❜
❛ Have you ever met the blackfish? ❜
❛ Why did we have to come here? ❜
❛ That is hardly your concern. ❜
❛ The gods have a plan for us all. ❜
❛ Have they hurt you? Have they mistreated you? ❜
❛ Is there no other way? ❜
❛ Come with me…now. The dead don’t rest. ❜
❛ I’m tired of fighting. It’s all I’ve done since I left home. ❜
❛ Where will you go? ❜
❛ After they stabbed you, where did you go? ❜
❛ What do you remember? ❜
❛ They obviously had help. ❜
❛ Next time I have an idea like that, punch me in the face. ❜
❛ If I lost my cock I would drink all the time. ❜
❛ Apologies for what you are about to see. ❜
❛ And we’re going to fight it in there? ❜
❛ Sinners don’t make demands, they make confessions. ❜
❛ I offer my services once again. ❜
❛ Help me get him/her inside. ❜
❛ I have never been much of a fighter. ❜
❛ The three eyed raven says there’s a war coming. ❜
❛ We have to cross here. ❜
❛ I can’t speak for the flames, but he’s/she’s gone. ❜
❛ If we don’t take back the north, we’ll never be safe. ❜
❛ I want you to help me, but I’ll do it myself if I have to. ❜
❛ Don’t you wish we could go back to the day we left?  ❜
❛ I want to scream at myself, “don’t go you idiot.” ❜
❛ That’s what you said. ❜

(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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anonymous asked:

51 or 13 I can't decide which one so you pick lol

I’ve already done 51 (I think. it was so long ago) so here is 13. it was super fun to write.


“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk,” Chloe said, one hand on Beca’s back as she steered her out of the dentist.

“Well that’s not very nice,” Beca said as Chloe helped her into the car. “My mouth doesn’t do words good since the dentist stole my teeth.” Chloe laughed as she leaned across and fastened her drugged-up girlfriend’s seatbelt. “Do you think he got them all out?”

“All your teeth? I don’t know babe, why don’t you check?” Chloe said, starting the car.

“Ummm… I don’t know… There’s… stuff in my mouth,” Beca said. “It’s like a… um… what are the animals that are clouds with legs?”

“Sheep?”

“Sheep… But only one of them… Is that a shep?”

Chloe snorted with laugher. There were tears in her eyes at the effort to keep her laughter at bay.

“Are you gonna put me on youtube?” Beca asked.

“I’m not even filming, babe. I’m driving,” Chloe said.

“I don’t want to be a meme,” she said.

“I know,” Chloe said, wishing she was filming, just so she could show Beca later. “I won’t make you a meme, don’t worry.”

“You’re so nice,” Beca said, lifting her hand and placing it clumsily against Chloe’s face. “You’re my favourite.”

“You’re my favourite too,” Chloe said, moving Beca’s hand so she could see the road.

Content for the time being, Beca closed her eyes and rested her head against the car door.

“Owww,” Beca mumbled after a few minutes.

“What is it?”

“My mouth hurts,” she said.

“I know, baby.”

“Why does it hurt?”

“Because you had your wisdom teeth removed,” Chloe said, pulling into the parking space by their apartment.

Beca started making a whimpering crying noise.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe asked, rushing over to Beca’s side of the car.

Beca didn’t answer but carried on crying.

“It’s okay, sweetie, we’ll get you to bed and you can have some painkillers,” Chloe said, helping her out of the car.

Beca was still softly crying when Chloe sat her on the bed.

“Becs, look at me,” Chloe said, brushing the hair from Beca’s face.

Beca opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at Chloe.

“Is it really hurting?”

Beca shook her head, her bottom lip quivering like a child who was about to burst into tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“They took my wisdom teeth and now I’ll never be wise,” she said before fully crying again.

Once again, Chloe had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.

“You’re already wise,” Chloe said. “That’s why they took out your wisdom teeth, because they’d already emptied out all of their wisdom.”

“Really?” Beca said, trying to catch her breath.

“Really,” Chloe said.

Beca wiped her eyes on her sleeve and managed to stop crying.

“I’m gonna get you an icepack, okay? I’ll be right back,” she said, kissing Beca on the forehead.

“How long will it take?” Beca said, grasping Chloe’s hand.

“I just have to get it out of the freezer,” Chloe said. Beca kept a tight hold on Chloe’s hand and didn’t look away. “Can I have my hand back?” Beca shook her head. “But I need to get your icepack.”

“Will you come back?”

“Of course,” Chloe said.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” Beca said, finally letting go of her hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you’re all loopy.”

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Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Note:  I remember I sent @cyphertrip a ton of anons about post-first-time with Namjoon for her kinky Mondays (the blessed day), and I’m here to actually write this into reality.  This is not part of the end of year kink meme 2016 since no one requested anything like this but… 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Rating: NC17-ish, but more M-ish
Genre: romance, smut (kind of)
Warnings: first time sex (disjointed flashbacks)
Word Count: 2689

Summary:  The memory of last night is fresh in both Namjoon’s mind and yours while you try your best to have an innocent date.

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Today marks the three hundred sixty-sixth day since you said yes to dating Kim Namjoon.  Your one-year anniversary is today, and you wake up at exactly 6AM by force of habit despite having spent the night tossing and turning. You’re meeting Namjoon later for brunch at some ridiculously expensive French restaurant (his treat).  And you made a surprise reservation for two at a high-end Korean fusion restaurant for dinner (your treat).  In between meals, the two of you were going to spend time doing normal, cutesy couple things, the details of which were to be determined as the two of you walked around town.  

You and Namjoon had this day planned out for a good month, and you had even scheduled time off from work to enjoy a nice, long three-day weekend with your boyfriend.  It was supposed to be a relaxing day to enjoy each other’s company and to have some lighthearted fun.  

But you are the furthest thing from relaxed as you step into the shower to get ready, your mind a complete, fumbling mess as you replay the events of eight hours ago and how Namjoon had taken your virginity in the quiet, comfortable space of his room.  

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Where the Worried Dads Are // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: domestic fluff, family fluff, fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.2k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: For Dan and Phil’s wedding anniversary, Phil decides the two of them deserve a holiday to themselves, which means leaving their three-year-old daughter with Dan’s parents. Dan’s over-anxious side comes out as he can’t help but constantly worry about his little daughter.

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 7:  The Time The Tutor Got Mail

Recommended Song: Q by GOT7

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Summary:

Jungkook had gone and done exactly what you had told him not to do as well as making your melt a little.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1121

Length: 7/?

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100 fleetwood mac rp starters
  • **these are my favorite lyrics from my favorite people ❤ feel free to change pronouns, etc!~**
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  • 1. "And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again"
  • 2. "Said you'd give me light but you never told me about the fire"
  • 3. "I should have known from the start, I'd be the broken-hearted"
  • 4. "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
  • 5. "Well, who am I to keep you down?"
  • 6. "So I try to say goodbye, my friend"
  • 7. "I haven't felt this way I feel since many a year ago"
  • 8. "Living through each empty night, a deadly calm inside"
  • 9. "Agony's torn at my heart too long"
  • 10. "Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home?"
  • 11. "All I want is to see you smile, if it takes just a little while"
  • 12. "Not all the prayers in the world could save us"
  • 13. "Loving you isn't the right thing to do"
  • 14. "We will never forget tonight"
  • 15. "I keep my visions to myself"
  • 16. "I wake up but only to fall"
  • 17. "You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you"
  • 18. "Was I such a fool?"
  • 19. "Why not think about times to come and not about the things that you've done"
  • 20. "Dreams unwind; love's a state of mind"
  • 21. "Well I've been afraid of changing 'cause I've built my life around you"
  • 22. "You don't know what it means to win"
  • 23. "I'm so afraid"
  • 24. "The stars must be my friends to shine for me"
  • 25. "Tell me why everything turned around"
  • 26. "I hope and if I pray it might work out someday"
  • 27. "I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I'm beginning to wonder why"
  • 28. "Never change, never stop"
  • 29. "I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me"
  • 30. "Did you say that she loved you?"
  • 31. "Time makes you bolder"
  • 32. "Thunder only happens when its raining"
  • 33. "So we make our choices when there is no choice"
  • 34. "How can you love me? I don't understand why"
  • 35. "But never have I been a blue calm sea; I have always been a storm"
  • 36. "I never did believe in miracles, but I've a feeling it's time to try"
  • 37. "Damn the dark, damn the light"
  • 38. "I wish that you were mine"
  • 39. "All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind"
  • 40. "Don't say that you love me! Just tell me that you want me!"
  • 41. "I loved you from the start"
  • 42. "And if I was a child, and the child was enough…"
  • 43. "To you, I'll give the world"
  • 44. "Can you hear me calling out your name?"
  • 45. "It's only right that you should play the way you feel it"
  • 46. "Why are you right when I'm so wrong?"
  • 47. "Can you tell me, was it worth it?"
  • 48. "Remembering what you had and what you lost"
  • 49. "But now you're here; can't believe that you're back again"
  • 50. "Don't break the spell"
  • 51. "Now I know I can't lose, as long as you follow"
  • 52. "I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright"
  • 53. "Have mercy, baby, on a poor girl like me"
  • 54. "There's a heartbeat and it never really died"
  • 55. "Just think what tomorrow will do"
  • 56. "She's a dragon"
  • 57. "If I could, baby, I'd give you my world "
  • 58. "You can take me to paradise; and then again you can be cold as ice"
  • 59. "How can I ever change things that I feel?"
  • 60. "And I have changed, oh but you, you remain ageless"
  • 61. "Don't stop thinking about tomorrow"
  • 62. "Is there anything left to save?"
  • 63. "Damn your love, damn your lies"
  • 64. "I'm not a child anymore; I'm tall enough to reach for the stars"
  • 65. "Drowning in the sea of love where everyone would love to drown"
  • 66. "'Cause if you use me again it'll be the end of me"
  • 67. "Sleep easy by my side"
  • 68. "…Loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad"
  • 69. "I'd go anywhere…ask me and I'm there"
  • 70. "And I can't walk away from you, baby, if I tried"
  • 71. "Never going back again"
  • 72. "Gimme just a chance"
  • 73. "Your eyes say yes but you don't say yes"
  • 74. "Rulers make bad lovers"
  • 75. "Lightening strikes maybe once, maybe twice"
  • 76. "Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me"
  • 77. "I'll be waiting for you if you ever wanna be there"
  • 78. "Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right?"
  • 79. "You say you want your freedom"
  • 80. "And you reached out your hand to me"
  • 81. "You're the poet in my heart"
  • 82. "I'm so weak and you're so strong"
  • 83. "She is like a cat in the dark and then she is darkness"
  • 84. "I can live today, if you give me tomorrow"
  • 85. "Every night he will break your heart"
  • 86. "I love you…like never before"
  • 87. "When the rain washes you clean you'll know"
  • 88. "And I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright"
  • 89. "We better make it soon before you break my heart"
  • 90. "Did I ever really care that much?"
  • 91. "She was just a wish"
  • 92. "You know you make me cry"
  • 93. "Will you ever win?"
  • 94. "And I don't have to tell you you're the only one"
  • 95. "I'll follow you down 'till they the sound of my voice will haunt you"
  • 96. "Did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love?"
  • 97. "Can the child within my heart rise above?"
  • 98. "You can go your own way"
  • 99. "I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain"
  • 100. "Now you tell me that I'm crazy; that's nothing that I didn't know"

beeextraordinary123  asked:

YAS mwahaha what a perfect opportunity to get some SONAMY out of my favorite writer:)))) 9 or 15, you pick!

Kissing Meme #9 Jawline Kiss

*SCREAMS* I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I’M SERIOUSLY YOUR FAVORITE WRITER. THIS IS AN HONOR! senpaiinoticedme

Okay so, this is a great opportunity to tell you about this fanfic of mine~ I wrote this SonAmy Boom fic ages ago & it takes place after the episode where we meet Swifty. However, this fic never got finished. So I made the effort to finish it hehehe~

But yeaah, I hope you like this! :D This is really long so I’ve inserted a “read more” thingy half way down. ^-^ 


“That new guy. What’s his name again?” Knuckles asked scratching the bottom of his chin.

“Swifty.” Replied Amy. 

The five of them were at her house, stomachs full and feeling satisfied with their meal at Meh Burger. However, neither of them could stop thinking about a particular stranger who, unexpectedly, crashed into town. 

She remembered wind passing underneath her quills as a blur of green soared past them, riding on a hover board. As if already famous, he caused heads to turn, attracting the attention of hundreds before boldly introducing himself.

For some reason he acted like Sonic’s twin, except with green fur and wasn’t apart of the hedgehog species. Swifty possessed something that Sonic didn’t have, and Amy couldn’t quite put a finger on what that was, but she knew that his good looks was one of them. Not realizing it at the time, their gazes met and that was when she dropped her burger.

The events that followed after that were somewhat interesting, Swifty decided that instead of handing her food back, he’d feed it to her. Which was rather weird.

“Swifty. You were flirting with him.” The echidna said.

“I was not! I dropped my burger and he caught it.”   

Beside her, Sticks nudged her arm. “Do you want to date him?”

“No!” She exclaimed, turning her head slightly to glare at Sonic. His eyes were fixed on the big screen television, his expression unfazed and choosing not to participate in this conversation.

“How can you read so much into that? Swifty doesn’t even like me in that way.”

“Actually,” said Sticks, sitting between Amy and Sonic, “he does.”

The pink hedgehog narrowed her eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. “How do you know? Did he pass you a note or something?”

Sticks rolled her eyes. “No. But I could smell it, the way he looked at you and the way he said stuff. He already had a bad smell when he arrived, but that intensified when he noticed you.”

“You don’t have a bad smell?” Amy asked.

“That’s beside my point,” she said, flustered by the comment. “Everyone has a smell, and I can smell all sorts of fragrances on people. But Swifty’s scent didn’t smell natural. When he spoke to you, he began sweating due to nerves–which, I could smell. So he likes you.”

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Muse (REQUEST)

Justin has a new hobby. Painting. He claims he needs a Muse so his nanny suggests that her neice be it. Justin’s a little indecisive because when he was little he met her and she wasn’t in the scale of his good taste. But when he sees her he discharges all of what he thought.

Since the request says “Nanny”, I assume that Justin is younger in this imagine. You decide his age.

“Painting, again, Justin? That’s fast becoming your third one this week.”

I turned my head towards Jane, my nanny, and nodded, “Sure am. I think it might be my new favourite thing to do.”

I set my paintbrush down in the mason jar of, now murky green water, “But, I’m getting bored of this piece. I wanna focus on something in front of me, not from my imagination - a muse, as artists would say.”

Painting was something I’d found great pleasure in, and, since starting over 3 months ago; I’d accumulated quite the collection of canvases. I never wanted to put the brush down. Creating things was something I loved to do, whether that be writing or making up a tune on the keyboard - though, those hobbies lasted maybe a week or two, I was hooked on this kind of art.

“Well, you’re doing a great job with this one,” Jane said, setting her hand on my shoulder, looking intently at the log cabin hidden amongst trees that I was currently producing, “But if you’re looking for a muse, how about my niece, (Y/N)? You’ve met her before.”

I pulled a face, “(Y/N) and I weren’t exactly… the best of friends when we first met, were we?”

It was true. She couldn’t deny it. Jane had brought her over a few years ago, to hang out, and she was very annoying. Her traits and personality made her ugly to me; I didn’t want to paint something ugly.

“You guys were younger. I’m sure you’ll enjoy painting her once you’ve started. How about it?”

I could tell that she wasn’t letting up, perhaps I would just give Jane the painting once I had finished with it. I didn’t particularly want a canvas of (Y/N) in my collection, it would stick out like a sore thumb.

A sigh left my lips, “Okay, fine. Tell her to come tomorrow.”

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I heard the door click, signalling to me that Jane had arrived with (Y/N); I ignored it, continuing to practice a new technique I’d discovered, dry brush. It was harder to correct my work if I messed up, since I couldn’t use water - though, I did find myself cheating at times and reaching for my mason jar.

“Justin, (Y/N) is here!”

I groaned and put my brush down, running my hands down my face. Here we go. I’d never created still life, Lord knows how long it would take, much to my dismay. Standing up from my stool, I slid open the door that connected the sun room to my living room and stopped in my tracks as my eyes met with (Y/N)’s.

Gulping, I watched as she smiled at me. A few years could definitely change a person, all right. Her once curly, mop hair had been straightened, brows were tame and being the guy that I am; I, of course, took great appreciation in noticing the way her body had developed and was maturing into the woman she was to become.

Hopefully her personality had changed, too.

“(Y/N), good to see you again.”

“And you, Justin.”

Jane glanced between us with a grin on her face and I rolled my eyes playfully at her. A blush grew on her cheeks as she realised that I’d caught her, and she coughed. “Right, I’ll let you get on with it. I’ll bring you guys some tea or something in a moment.”

Nodding, I led (Y/N) through to where my easel and paints were set up and I brought a stool around for her, to which she thanked me.

“So, it’s been a while.” She breathed, shrugging her denim jacket off and taking a seat.

“It has,” I agreed, clearing my throat, “You look different.”

“Well I should hope puberty had done something,” She giggled, making me smile, “You look different, too. A good different.”

“Thank you,” I picked up a fresh canvas, “So, I’ve never painted somebody before. I’m not purposely trying to make you look ugly.”

Her jaw dropped slightly and she laughed, “Okay, I look forward to seeing the end result. How do you want me?”

Her choice of words made my cheeks burn and mind wander to the more secretive parts of my brain, I looked away momentarily to compose myself, only to spot Jane walking in with two mugs.

“Here you go, you two. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

“How about… head resting on your palm?”

She moved around, crossing her leg over the other and resting her elbow on her knee. (Y/N) set her head in her hand and raised a brow, staring back at me innocently, “Like this?”

Who needed me to paint her, she was already a work of art.

“Perfect,” I mumbled, reaching for my freshly sharpened pencil.

Her eye contact was mesmerising, yet intimidating - I found myself looking away every so often to break the hold she currently had over me. I laughed as she asked sweetly if I could pause so that she could sip her tea, I took those occasional moments as my opportunity to open a window or drink, myself.

“This might take longer than anticipated.” I said, drawing out her collar bone that was visible since she was dressed simply in a plain white camisole.

“Really? How much longer?” She asked.

“Like… a few more sessions longer.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I mean, if that’s fine with you.”

I bit my bottom lip, “Of course.”

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“You’re very beautiful, (Y/N).” I plucked up the courage to say.

I was around half way done with drawing the face, and I had made that observation as soon as I’d began. Having to stare closely at her features made me nervous, almost, though I tried not to show it.

Her cheeks tinged pink and I grinned, “T-thank you.”

“And you’ve been good to hang around with. You’re not as annoying this time around.”

She gasped and I chuckled, “Hey. You were annoying, too.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her child-like comeback, “Sure I was. Now stop distracting me, I’m working.” She went to protest but I blocked my ears, making her huff.

In many ways (Y/N) was still the same little girl I’d met years ago, except, this time she acquired a more sophisticated and mature manner. Sure, she still sucked at comebacks and was stubborn like hell - but, she had learned to be patient, could hold a conversation and surprisingly, she was funny.

Not to mention she was beautiful.

“C-could you, umm… sit more upright?”

(YN) glanced downward and blushed as she noticed that I could, very noticeably, view her cleavage and she sat up, pulling her t-shirt with her, “S-sorry. Completely unintentional.”

I smiled softly and went back to the canvas. Perhaps I would deliberately take longer than needed to finish this piece… and it was definitely joining my collection.

Foe Turned Friend

Summary: You were agitated after a long day of classes and studying for the most stressful exam yet. Your day didn’t end as badly as you thought it would when you received a cookie from your neighbor downstairs.

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 792

A/N: Prompt #9


It was a late night in your dorm’s study lounge as you studied and stressed over your Astronomy exam that you had tomorrow night. You couldn’t understand the parallax effect or why the spectrum of colors were so important to the composition of stars. On top of that, you haven’t had a real meal since 4 PM that day, it was currently 3:13 AM. You collected your book, laptop and notes and headed to your room where you carefully placed everything down so you wouldn’t wake your roommate up. You headed to your fridge and grabbed your bag of chicken nuggets. You then carefully went to your closest where you had paper plates on the upper shelf. You stepped out of your room quietly and headed to the communal kitchen. You knew that no one would be there because who will be cooking at 3:21 in the morning?

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Smoulder Chapter 11

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Marinette slammed her phone onto the table, startling Nathaneal.

“Mari, everything ok?”

Her lips thinned until they almost disappeared, her brain had completely flat-lined. After a few seconds of stone-faced silence, she face-planted onto the desk, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips. Nathanael leaned over to peer at her screen. He chuckled.

“Huh. Looks like I get to say told-you-so to Alix,” he smiled to himself, returning to his work as Marinette sat bolt-upright. She hadn’t heard a word he’d said. A million questions flooded her mind, swirling like a vortex until she felt lightheaded. Her hands gripped the table, skin digging deep into the worn pine edges.

Why was Adrien sending her a direct message? He’d done it before, and it always threw her into panic-mode, but all he’d ever asked were questions about homework or school. He also had a habit of sending memes to people in a mass text. It was as endearing as it was annoying. She’d lost count of the amount of times she’d had a heart attack over what turned out to be nothing but a silly joke.

It’s probably another meme, it’s probably one of his mass texts, it’s nothing major…it’s definitely not because Adrien is secretly Chat Noir and he’s figured out I’m Ladybug. That would be totally insane. That’s never going to happen. Adrien isn’t Chat Noir. He isn’t.

Marinette repeated the mantra over and over in her head, aware that she was losing her mind, but unable to help the shiver that went straight through her. Trembling fingers reached for her phone. However, she left Adrien’s text unopened, deciding to consult the one person who she knew would help set her head right.

Marinette: Alya

No response. Marinette typed out another text. This time more forcibly, as if the added pressure of her fingers would increase the speed at which Alya replied.

Marinette: ALYA

After thirty seconds, Alya still hadn’t text her back, and Marinette was ready to hurl her phone into the sun.

Marinette: ALYA, either wake up or stop sexting your boyfriend for ONE SECOND! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!

At last, Alya responded.

Alya: I am doing neither of those things. I am a good and upstanding student
Alya: ;) ;) ;) what’s up?

Marinette: ALYA ADRIEN IS TEXTING ME! HE SENT ME A DM! I haven’t opened it yet I’m too scared to. What do I do?!??!?

Alya: ;) eyyy

Marinette: ALYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Alya: Ok ok calm down. We’ve been through this before xx
Alya: Just open the damn text. It’s Adrien. It’s not like he’s sent you a dick pic or anything. It’s probably just another meme.

Marinette let out a low whistling noise from the back of her throat, which sounded rather like a puppy being denied his favourite chew toy. Honestly, she was having trouble deciding who was more likely to kill her first. Would it be Adrien, Chat, Alya, or Hawkmoth?

She made a note to give Nino extra cookies from the bakery. He never put her through this. Nino was like her cuddly, supportive brother. But she couldn’t text him about this. Adrien was his best friend. It was bad enough Nino knew about her crush to begin with. She didn’t want to put him in the middle of things, or risk Adrien finding out how much she was freaking out over him.

Deciding to ignore the dick pic comment (and the mental images it entailed- the very bad but also very good, but also VERY BAD mental images), she instead focused on summoning her courage enough to open the text.

Fixing the phone with a stare so intense it could have melted the protective case, Marinette inhaled through her nose. So much for being a good, focused student (she made a vow to make the time up later, boys be damned she was NOT going to screw up her final grade).

Well, here goes nothing-

She opened the text from Adrien, her breath baited, arms pinned to her sides.

He’d sent her a photo of cute little otter. That was all. Just an otter. A very sweet otter, but an otter nonetheless. Its tiny paws covered its eyes and its head was dipped low, as if it were shy about something. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tempered with disappointment, and typed out a text to Alya.

Marinette: You were right. It was just a meme. I take it you got it too?

Alya: Nope. Guess it was a meme made specially for you ;) awwwww he likes you! See? I knew it! About time too cause I have SO many double date ideas planned you have no idea.

Marinette blushed, her heart racing as she went back to the image. In her haste to open the message, she’d missed the text at the bottom of the photo. A meme just for her? It was disgusting how happy that made her. Not for the first time did she consider seeking professional help. She was clearly out of her mind.

The text underneath the cute otter read: ‘Sorry I’m so otterly silly!’

Marinette puffed out her cheeks with the effort of trying not to laugh. At least now she knew why he’d sent her a direct message. To apologise again for the iced coffee on her shirt (which wasn’t going to stain thanks to her father who, after years of working in a bakery, was a master of removing various stains from clothes). It really wasn’t fair. He was too cute, making goofy puns, being gentlemanly and silly. She’d long ago decided to stop putting Adrien on a pedestal, during the first time she’d tried to forget her crush on him, and moments like this helped.

After all, she’d told him she liked dorks. She hadn’t been lying.

Humming to herself, pink tongue poking out in concentration, Marinette responded to Adrien’s text.

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Five minutes.

It had been at least five minutes since Adrien had sent that text to her and she hadn’t responded yet.

Idiot, idiot, idiot! He cursed himself, you should have been sincere and offered up a proper apology instead of a joke- she probably doesn’t think you’re seriously sorry about ruining her shirt. Good one Agreste. Really top notch thinking there.

He tried concentrating on the tricky maths sum his teacher had given him, as an extension for finishing his other work, but it was impossible. The numbers and symbols switched places as he blinked heavily, focusing and unfocusing. He ran an irritated hand through his hair in frustration.

Truth be told he’d just wanted any excuse to talk to her. Marinette.

It could be her.

Marinette and Ladybug both went to his school. Both wanted to work in fashion. Both liked pink. Both were beautiful, smart, funny. Both had dark hair and blue eyes. There were a few other girls it could be, but his mind kept going back to her, and promptly melting into a puddle of goo when he recalled all of the kisses he’d shared with Ladybug.

…The idea that he could have been kissing Marinette.

Adrien felt heat rise in his cheeks and pressed his palms into them, squishing his face. He was thankful he’d had the foresight to hide in the back corner row of the class. At least there nobody could see the utter fool he was making of himself. No, only Marinette currently held that luxury.

Just as he was about to snap, and send a text apologising for his apology, his phone buzzed.

It was Marinette. She’d replied.

Adrien opened the text, bracing himself for the angry, the incredulous, the disappointed response. Really he deserved it.

Instead, she’d sent a photo of what looked like an adorable dolphin, but with a squishy face. A different type of dolphin-like animal maybe? It looked like it was smiling. Adrien frowned. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all. What did she mean by it?

His phone buzzed once more, another text from Marinette.

Marinette: That’s ok! I know you didn’t do it on porpoise ^_^

Adrien read the text. And re-read it. And read it again.

He slumped back in his seat, his face redder than ever. The phrase ‘soulmate’ popped into his mind.

Woah, calm down Agreste. You don’t know for certain that she’s Ladybug yet.

Adrien thought for a moment. He didn’t want to seem stupid. These texts mattered. Putting a road block on any fantasies of Marinette being Ladybug aside, he considered his next words carefully.

Adrien: Really? Well I’m turtley in debt to you anyway! I’ll buy you another iced coffee on the way to Nino’s, and Alya too!

The reply was almost instant.

Marinette: Really? Thank you! You don’t have to though. But owl be very grateful if you do!

SOULMATE ALERT, SOULMATE ALERT. CODE RED THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Adrien: Wow Mari, I didn’t know you were such a punster. I’m pheasantly surprised!

He hoped he sounded casual in his responses, considering all he wanted to do was roll around on the floor and scream. Much like one of the fangirls who’d tried to mug him that summer he spent in Italy. Adrien’s cheeks were beginning to ache from how hard he was smiling, but he couldn’t rid himself of it if he tried.

He wasn’t accounting for Marinette’s response.

Marinette: Maybe there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.

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FIREMAN ASHTON IMAGINE

The gentle breeze from the oceanside was pleasingly warm, the overall temperature of the day was comfortable, that you just had to go outside and take a walk. The sky was a light blue speckeld with white clouds all over it. You were going to your home since you fel that tyou had enough time taking in the beautiful day you noticed an odd looking cloud in the direction of your home. You narrowed your eyes at that strange cloud and your eyes instantly widened.

It wasn’t a cloud at all.

Panic set in you felt your heart drop, that cloud was a pillar of smoke that was rising to the sky, a cloud that was starting to get a dark muddy brown color. You began running to your home, running faster than you thought you could, with all the adrenaline running through your viens as your heart began to race.

You approached your home, already hearing the sirens of the firefighters that were already there. you rounded a corner and ran another block, and sigh in relief that it wasn’t your house on fire but you couldn’t help but feel bad that it was your neighbors’ house instead. In front of you, trained firemen ran back and forth with their equipment on, a few pulling the heavy hose to the firetruck towards the fire that licked the outside walls of the house. From what you could see on the sidewalk, the fire was only on the outside, which was a great relief, since the last thing you wanted was for them to lose there home to the fire.

“It’s almost out, bring the truck closer!” a voice shouted. Following the voice, you saw a taller firefighter nod his helmet-clad head and sprint back to the truck. Your eyes widened in awe at his incredibly powerful gait, long strides, and broad shoulders. The man looked incredibly stout, and barely older than you. And you were only a first year at your university!

When you noticed that the truck slowly began moving closer to the neighbor’s house, you saw one of them from the corner of your eye. Looking to the right, you found the husband of the elderly couple shaking his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his dried, crackling fingers. A frown grew on your lips as you stepped towards him.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your house, Mr. West,” you tried to start a conversation with the platinum-haired man. He simply sighed, continuing to shake his head.

“If I hadn’t been so reckless with the barbeque, then this wouldn’t have happened,” he spoke with a long sigh before adding, “it’s a good thing it was only on the outside. Nothing a little paint can’t fix.”, he said with relief knowing that things could have been much worse.

“That’s certainly true. If you ever need help, I’d be glad to help you,” you offered with a smile, knowing the elderly couple would have a difficult time painting the walls in their aged states, and they were always so kind to you, inviting you over for meals and his wife constantly baking goodies for you, so it only seemed natural for you to help them out.

“That would be wonderful, (Y/N). Thank you,” the elderly man smiled humbly to you, nodding his head. You were about to bid him farewell when you noticed a man walking towards you, and as you turned your head, you realized it was the tall man who jumped into the fire truck a few moments ago. As he walked over, you could see tuffs of dirty blond colored hair sticking out from underneath his neon yellow helmet, dark smudges of dirt on his cheeks. His hazel eyes seemed to glow from under the shadow of his helmet, and your heart clenched at his handsome, dimpled grin. When he got close, he stopped at your side, facing your neighbor. The older man began to speak.

“Thank you so much, young man! I’ve never seen someone so young do what you’re doing today,” Mr. West spoke with a smile. The boy’s cheeks grew flushed as he closed his eyes cutely, rubbing the back of his neck as his pearly white teeth flashed.

“I’ve always wanted to help other people, and it seemed like a fun job,” he replied, his voice cheerful and silky smooth, that made you want to listen to him for days.

“Well you’re doing an excellent job at it. If not for you, my wife might have still been inside,” Mr. West continued, looking back to the house thoughtfully as the flames were finally put out, the walls still releasing streams of smoke into the atmosphere. Your eyes widened at the new information, looking back at the tall man.

“You went inside and found her?” you asked him, mouth slightly gaping at his courageous action. The man nodded with a small “hm”, his eyes opening as he flashed a sheepish smile towards you.

“I was the first on scene, and I could hear her inside, she was panicking but thankfully she was fine I was worried that the smoke might have done damaged but it didn’t,” he explained, his eyes softening at your look of astonishment. He couldn’t get over how adorable you looked when you were surprised.

“Wow! That’s amazing! I should be thanking you as well, for saving my neighbors!” you exclaimed, your shocked look turning into one of excitement. His eyes lit up.

“Neighbors?” he asked as his head slightly tilted.

“Yes, (Y/N) here is my neighbor, and she’s been so good to my wife and I,” Mr. West spoke with a smile. The hazel eyed man turned his attention to the elder man, the bright orbs softening once again. They then burrowed straight into your own.

“(Y/N),that must be your name?” he asked, offering a smile.

“Yep. (Your full name). And what about you?” wanting to know the name of the heroes of your neighbors.

“Ashton Irwin. You have a very beautiful name,” he replied, holding his hand out for you to take. You did so, and felt his colossal hand engulf yours completely as he gripped engulfing your hand in a warm hold that made small shivers run up your hand, but you also noticed… his hands were shaking. And the only thing that you think of was that he was going through an adrenaline rush from being in the fire not to long ago… but that wasn’t the reason for it.

“Thank you,” you accepted his compliment with a soft blush on your cheeks, releasing his hand, laredy missing the warmth that it was providing. Mr. West grinned from his position, knowing that there was something going on between you too.

“I’ll leave you two. I’m sure my wife is worried sick about me. Goodbye!” With that, he waved farewell after hearing you and Ashton bid him farewell as well. You could feel Ashton staring at you, and turned to see him opening his mouth and closing it soon, not knowing on how to word his next sentence. His eyes flickred with courage and began to open his mouth to finally fill the silence between you two… however, he was interrupted by someone calling his name from the truck.

“Ashton! Let’s go!”

“Yes!” he shouted back, turning back to you with flushed cheeks.

His courage that were in his eyes a moment ago, was gone now and he ddint know what to do again. his hazel eyes looked at anywhere that wasn’t your eyes, and realized that he couldn’t gather his courage again.

“uh good day”, he said finally knowing that he was just making things more awkward by staying there. You waved to him, still not understanding what he was trying to say, he looked over at you one last time and was going to tell you soething again, but this time instead of being interrupted by a man shouting, he was interrupted by the sound of the horn.

He gave you a weak smile and waved back to you as he ran back to the truck knowing that he couldn’t make them wait any longer. You watched him leave, wondering why he was stumbling over his words so badly. Watching the red truck drive off, you couldn’t help but smile at the memory of his innocent face.

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“who was that, Ashton?” one of the older workers asked Ashton, once they were in the truck.

Ashton was removing his heavy jacket uniforms, much like how everyone else was doing, was wearing a simple worn out white tank shirt underneath. Ashton shook his head as a few whistled in the back, making him blush at the attention that he was receiving.

“A girl who lived beside the house we were just at,” he replied, leaning against the cold wall of the truck. He looked down at his white shirt, and realized how dirty it had gotten. Mentally facepalming, he would need to leave a note for himself: No more white shirts!

“She seemed nice enough. No phone number? Did you get a name? Maybe I should have went over there. He finally talked to a girl!” His fellow workers continued to joke around and tease him about the girl he had just met mere minutes. Ashton couldn’t help but get embarrassed, he maybe twenty years old and slightly younger than the rest of the team, but they treated him like a little brother by teasing him whenever they got the chance, but he really didn’t mind.

But today there teasing when to an all time high, since you were the first girl he had ever talked to in a long time, and it made his heart flutter just thinking about it. Something about you was drawing his thoughts away from the work and fellow employees, filling his mind with mental images of your face. All he could picture was your smile, and that alone brought a smile to his lips. He hoped he could see you again, and soon.

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It had been nearly a week since the small fire accident, and you were ready to help your neighbors repaint their charred walls with a new color. You wore your old clothes and gathered up your painting supplies and made your way next door to help. You were at their porch when you were hit with the smell of cinnamon rolls, mostly mrs. West baking.

“Mr. and Mrs. West, I’m here to paint!” you called out from outside waiting for htem to give you the welcoming into their home, you could hear small rustling coming from the other side of the door and soon you were greeted with the sight of your elderly neighbor with a smile on her face as she held the door open for you.

“Oh, how wonderful, dear! My husband is in the backyard if you want to start without me. I need to watch these rolls to make sure they don’t burn, as well as make some fresh lemonade to keep you all cool” the kind elderly woman spoke with a cheerful tone as she walked into the kitchen that you could practically hear her smile.

“Thank you!” you called, taking the things to the back door. As you opened it, you saw the silver haired man staring at the walls in thought, a hand combing over his mustache. You set your things down and walked to his side, looking at the wall as well.

“I think we’re going to repaint it all,” he suddenly blurted, making your eyes widen at the amount of work that would be done, but you would help out regardless, but you looked at the corner of the wall and noticed two buckets of paint.

“Do we have enough paint?” you asked, receiving a shake of his head.

“There isn’t enough. But I have the color on his card if you could run down to the hardware store two pick some more up. Just a couple cans should be enough.” He said as he reached for his wallet to hand you the money for you to pay for the paint that would be needed.

With that, you grabbed the light blue card and began your walk back towards town and towards the closest hardware store, which was only a ten to fifteen minute walk.

Walking into the large building, your nose was met with the smell of fresh lumber and disinfectant. Looking around, you saw the paint area and quickly walked over to it. Looking down at the colors in your hand, you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and ran straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” you apologized, looking up to see a woman holding a child in her arms, telling you that it was alright. Then you quickly resumed your target destination, feeling heat rise to your cheeks because you just bumped into someone. As you passed an aisle, a sudden flash of green caught your eyes. Looking to the side, you barely had time to notice sandy blond haired and a tall, built frame before the aisle ended. Screeching to a halt, you backed up to find none other than Ashton standing there, looking at the different colors of paint tickets displayed. With a grin, you began walking towards him.

“Ashton!” you called out to him, seeing him visibly jump in surprise. Wide hazel eyes looked over to you before softening, his grin surfacing to show pearly white teeth and those adorable dimples you strangely missed.

“(Y/N)!” he called back, waving at you gently. As you stopped in front of him, you looked to the enormous display of colored squares. Ashton looked down and saw you held a paint square in your small hands. “Are you here for paint too?” he asked gently, receiving a nod in reply.

You turned back to him with your grin, showing him the color Mr. West had picked out. “I’m picking some up so that I can help the West’s paint their house.” Ashton’s eyes lit up.

“D-do you need any help? I’m honestly not doing anything for the rest of the day”, he admitted with flushed cheeks, giving a small chuckle. You could only grin to him.

“I’d love the help and we could definitely use it as well” you told him, giving him a thankful smile. With those muscles and height, you’d have this done in no time!

~

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my hero,” Mrs. West spoke in her soft voice, noticing Ashton walking in behind you. Instantly Ashton’s cheeks flushed as his hand went to the back of his neck. “Coming to do more good?” she then asked him, pulling the cinnamon rolls from the oven carefully and setting them out to cool down.

“Actually, I am”, he said with a chuckle, “(Y/N) invited me to help with the painting,” he told them, letting his hands find his jean pockets as he looked around the room. “This is a very beautiful home, now that I have time to look.”

“I didn’t invite you, you offered,” you corrected him, giving him a knowing grin. He then brightened even more in his cheeks, causing the elderly couple to chuckle to themselves, knowing why he had offered.

“Let’s go ahead and get started, that way we can be done before the cinnamon rolls get cold,” Mr. West exclaimed happily, jumping up from his seat at the table and grabbing a roller. Ashton smiled as you grabbed a roller and pan, allowing him to carry the paint outside. “See you in a bit,” the old man called to his wife as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

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In only a few laborious hours, the painting was nearly complete, just a few minor retouches that needed to be done. With large rollers, it made the work go by much faster, but what really made it simple was having Ashton there to reach the high places so a ladder was never needed, which you were glad since you really didn’t even want to go on it to begin with. You noticed that Ashton was so hardworking, putting all his effort into everything that he does. But what really made you look at his was the way he was drenched in sweat by the time the final wall was finished. You were sweating as well, but not nearly as bad as Ashton, and his white shirt was covered in the light blue colored paint as well, but the sweat made it stick to his body outlining what he looked like underneath.

Seeing his rippling muscles underneath the tight, thin shirt was enough to make your cheeks redden. You stared in awe everytime that his back and shoulder muscles flexed everytime he rolled paint at the top of the walls and back down, seeing that although he wasn’t built, there was so much toned muscle underneath. You just stared at him, earning a few nudges with your elderly neightbor who with a smile said if you were taking a break. You blushed knowing that he caught you staring but you just said that you were just thinking, not staring at him.

And with the final stroke of color, he threw his hands in the air, declaring “Finished!” he said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, amking you blush at how attractive he looked, as he pushed his curly hair back.

After washing up, you and Ashton sat at the table with the lovely couple as a lunch was served. You all ate as mr. and mrs. West told you stories of their life, some happy, others hilarious, but they were all the same in the sense it showed that they had been together for a long time, years filled with happiness and love that you deeply wished for.

“the food was fantastic!” you exclaimed as you finished your plate and Ashton agreeing as well as he took a sip of the freshly squeezed lemonade.

“It wasn’t much, but I hope was enough,” Mrs. West spoke with a small sigh.

“Ah, it was perfect,” Ashton smiled to her, finishing off his glass of lemonade with a content sigh. He then leaned back in his chair, patting his belly with a grin. You smiled to him, giggling a bit at his adorable facial expression. He laughed ever so softly as well.

When it was time to clean up, Ashton stood and picked up everyone’s plates, taking them to the sink and running water over them. You instantly stood up and walked over to the sink, trying to push him out of the way. He sent you a look of confusion.

“Oh no you don’t, Ashton! You did most of the painting, so I’m not going to let you do the dishes, too, you’re making me look bad”, you lightly joked as you were gently pushing him out of the way.

He tried to protest telling you that it was fine, but you ended up using your hips to shove him out of the way, picking up where he left off. He tried to convince you that he should be cleaning up, but you wouldn’t listen to him. Ashton not wanting to be doing nothing reached for a dry towel and reached for towel and began to dry. You knowing that you coudnt do anything to stop him from helping, instead of placing them on the rack, would hand them directly to him, your cheeks blushing as your fingertips would brush against his, but you still continued doing the dishes.

“My you two. You remind me of my husband and I when we were that young,” Mrs. West spoke with a genuine smile as you both finished the last dish that needed to be cleaned and dried. Yours and Ashton’s cheeks turned crimson within seconds.

“You’re embarrassing them, dear,” Mr. West teased his wife, wiping his mouth with a napkin. The two then began to chuckle knowingly.

You looked at Ashton through the corner of your eyes, but noticed that he was doing the same as well. you and him locked eyes for a split second, and in that second… something changed within you. You saw him not as an adorable firefighter, but as an honest man trying to live an honest life doing what he loved… helping others. He was handsome on the inside and out, and it made your heart want to leap out of your chest and gave you butterflies in your stomach, at knowing that there were feelings that were growing there. You turned your face to stare at him and he did the same. He still didn’t break eye contact with you, but you could see his hazel eyes soften as he stared at you, which made you think that he was seeing something in you, like you were doing for him. he softly smiled at you, and the corners of your mouth lightly lifted as well, returnring the smile. You looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late and you didn’t want to over stay your welcome.

“Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. West, but I think it is time that I leave” you stated trying to do anything to keep your cheeks from reddening.

“I’ll walk you there, thank you too” he said with a smile as he went over to the door to hold it open for you and told them good bye as they were by the door.

“Anytime. You two don’t be afraid to show up whenever you feel like it. We’ll be here for you,” Mr. West smiled to you and Ashton, nodding his head. With that, you and Ashton bid them farewell, waving as you left the house. Inside, the elderly husband looked over to his wife lovingly. “They’d make a great couple, wouldn’t they?”

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Ashton walked with you to your house, which was only a sidewalk away. Not a single word was spoken until you stopped at your porch, it was somewhat awkward but only because there was something between you and him, that you just couldn’t voice even if you wanted to. He was stading right infront of you, as he bounced on his heels, wangting to fill the silence.

You looked up and noticed that he was staring at you with his hazel eyes, trying to find what exactlt what to say. Ashton then rubbed the back of his head, knwoign that he was maing things more awkward.

“I..um..I-it’s a beautiful evening,” he tried to strike conversation, mentally face palming himself since he realized how lame that must have sounded. You noticed that as he spoke he wouldn’t look at you, which made you smile sicnce he ws just as nervous as you were.

“Do you want to come in? My house isn’t as nice as the West’s, but it’s home,” you smiled to him, seeing his eyes light up once again. They were gorgeous.

“I don’t want to intrude. I don’t want to seem rude and needy, so I should probably be going home soon,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. A hurt look crossed your expression, causing him to freeze.

“Ashton you aren’t being needy, I actually want to hang out with you”, you said not wanting him to think that you were hanging out of him because of what he thought.

“so you would want to hang out with me?” he said not belived that someone as nice as you wanted to hang out with him.

“I actually want to see you again, unless you don’t want to see me again”, you asked a bit hurt, sicne maybe you were reading Ashton wrong and he actually didn’t like you like the way you were starting to feel for him.

“I’d love to! I’m on call with the fire department, but we can trade numbers so we can find times to hang out!” You were almost shocked at how excited he suddenly became, a bright smile on his face the entire time he fished his phone out of his pocket. He fumbled around a bit, opening a new contact, and nearly dropped his phone. You giggled and pulled yours out, making a new contact. You then switched phones, to get each others information.

A few buttons later, and you were handing your phones back. A feeling of being lightheaded swept across your mind as you looked up to see his loving look.

“I look forward to seeing you again soon, (Y/N).” Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Yeah, let’s meet up soon! Maybe we can go for ice cream,” you offered with a smile. He smiled as well.

“I’d love to, but would that technically considered a date?” he asked wanting to know that you and him were on the same page.

“Would you want it to be a date?” you said feleing your heart beat and blush grow but you dindt care, because you just wanted to know his answer.

His hazel eyes widened as he just looked over at you, “ I would want to be?” he said shyly noticing that he looked away from you, most likely thinking tha the was going to be rejected by you.

You smiled at him and placed your hand on his shoulder to help you lean up to him. he looked at you with a confused look and then his eyes widened as he felt your lips against his cheek.

“then consider it a date” you said with a smile as you placed distance between the two of you, and then he placed his hand on the area you just kissed him, he held it tenderly and looked up at you with loving careing eyes.

“ill call you when I get home”, he said as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, and now it was your turn to blush and widen your eyes not thinking that he would to that. “goodnight (Y/N)”, he said so close to your face that you could feel his breath brush against your face.

He told you goodnight one more time and then walked away with a smile on his face, one to match yours, as you waited for his call, and a while later you received his call and spent the whole night talking together and setting up your future date with him.

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OK SO I SAID THAT I WOULD UPDATE THE PRINCE SERIES, BUT I JUST NEEDED TO POST THIS BEFORE I DELETEED OFF MY COMPUTER, REALLY HOPE THAT YOU GUYS LIKE IT. IF NOT I AM SORRY

This was written at the request of @westiesheepie.  It’s pretty much pure cheesiness and it’s really a bit longer than a drabble but for some reason I just consider it drabble content.  Don’t ask why because I have no explanation.  But anyway, here it is…

In Dreams – A Hiddleswift Drabble

 

Have you ever wondered how many dreams you’ve been in?

She clicks the message icon, smiling to herself as the question pops into the conversation bubble on her screen.  The words have been stuck in her mind ever since she saw them in a meme while she was perusing Pinterest earlier.  She had thrown the question to her mom as she sat perched across the room, monitoring the food being brought in from catering.  “I would believe not too many,” Andrea had said, bringing a gentle laugh from her, “but it’s not really something you think about do you?”

No, she had thought. Nor do you think about how many dreams you’ve had with certain people in them.  She’d likely be embarrassed if she did know, imagining sitting alongside Justin Timberlake now with the knowledge that she had at least 117 dreams of him when she was 14.  But how many have people had with her in them?  She admits that finding out that number would be intriguing.

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Alkorastar 3eva

Bentley hadn’t meant to snoop.

All he needed was ten minutes of research time online, and with his own MSS down for the night due to repairs, that left him with either a visit to the library to use their slightly outdated machines (assuming they weren’t all in use already) or–

“Torako, could I borrow your tablet for a few minutes?”

“Sure!” she said, unplugging it and holding it out, though she didn’t get up from her corner of the couch. “Browser’s already up. Knock yourself out.”

“You’ve been talking to Dipper too much if you’ve started using his phrases,” Bentley said, getting up to take the thin machine. As Torako had said, the browser was up, albeit on one of her blogging sites. He opened a new tab and typed in his query - a simple one, all he needed was a couple of names and dates for his essay notes, written out in scratchy longhand for now. He’d be able to write them out properly when his tablet came back on-line in the morning.

Then, as was his habit, he minimized the browser.

There was a text document up underneath it. A familiar name caught his eye.

“Hey Alcor get up here. I’m craving banana,” Korato purred. Alcor smirked. “Your wish is my command, my lady.” He glided over to the bed, taking his silky jacket off of his broad shoulders as he came–

Bentley fumbled for the button to minimize the screen, his face flaming. He tried not to read any further, but his eyes kept catching on familiar words - Alcor, Mizar, Lee, that name which was almost Torako, euphemisms for making out and more horrible, horrible innuendo up to and including a ‘cane sword’ reference he really didn’t want to think about - until he’d finally cleared the window from view. He didn’t need to know, he really didn’t need to know…

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Right Where We Are Chapter 1

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a Supernatural fan fiction and my time has come. After receiving my awesome commission from linneart, I felt like I was ready. I don’t know how this is, so if you like it and want more, let me know! It’s a fem!Destiel story full of fluff and a little bit of angst. 

Castielle runs a flower shop in Seattle. Deanna runs an auto-shop in Kansas. States apart, they meet in an unexpected way. Their meeting leads to friendship and the possibility of something more. 

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Holy crap… I can’t believe that there’s three hundred and fifty one of you following me. I never expected this gross blog that I made out of pure boredom to get so popular, honestly. Once I hit three hundred followers about two weeks ago, I got really emotional and extremely excited because I’ve never had this many followers on any of my old blogs. Every time I gain a follower a smile comes onto my face, because the thought of someone actually enjoying my posts and being on their dashboard just makes me so ecstatic. 

To be honest, I thought that no one liked my blog or my Tanaka muse in the beginning.. When I first made this blog I’d only seen about ten episodes of the first season of the anime and had yet to read the manga. I was really insecure in the beginning and was pretty sure that no one wanted to roleplay or even talk to me. But as soon as I started gaining followers and actually started to talk to people, my self esteem really started to go up (and still is!) I look up to so many of you and always looked down at my writing, but hearing encouraging words from some of you.. it’s really improved my self esteem. Those little compliments or comments you guys write.. they just make my day! 

I honestly just appreciate every single one of you so much, even if I don’t talk to most of you. Once again, thank you all so much for everything <3. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for this blog.

The tags are down under the cut and are in no particular order! There are both mutuals and non mutuals, because you all are just awesome blogs no matter what! There are also a few side notes for those who I’ve grown really attached to.

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GHOST CALUM - PART 2

Part 1

Calum was drawn to you from the start, your soul calling out to his in the a deep abyss of emptiness present whenever he wasn’t around you. when you couldn’t see him, he sometimes would travel taking in the new world that he had seen advance from the moment that he became a ghost, but every time October was soon to come, he could start to feel the pull to your soul, that led him straight to you. and even when It wasn’t October, he sometimes would stick around to watch over you, even if you couldn’t see him.

He would try to get your attention, but since he was a ghost he couldn’t really do much, sure he could move a page here or there but that was about it, he couldn’t touch you or speak to you another other time except for this month, which is way just like you adored October… he did too, because you did fill an emptiness that he had.

You woke up the next morning, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you stretched out your arms, to wake yourself up, despite wanting to go back to sleep. You let out a yawn and noticed Calum looking at you with a smile on his face.

“You stayed?” you asked not knowing if he would keep his promise.

“I told you I would, besides where would I go, there really isn’t may people that can see me, and I actually do like hanging out with you”, he said as he got up and sat on the foot of your bed, already feeling the tips of your toes began to curl at feeling the coldness seep from Calum.  “plus I don’t break my promises that I make”

“I guess you’re right, I’m glad you stayed”, you said with a soft voice.

Calum lightly smiled as his eyes softened at hearing your confession, “I’m glad I did too”.

“Well I think I’m going to make myself some breakfast do you mind helping me?” you said getting out of bed.

“Sure invite the guy that can’t eat anything to breakfast”, he said jokingly.

“That’s not what I meant Calum, I said if you wanted to help me make food, and trust me, it can be just as fun as actually eating the food”, you said reaching for his hand and pulling him out of your room, not caring if you were in your pjs.

Calum blushed at feeling your warm hand in his cold one. Fire meeting ice, a fire that he wished he had, because despite you not showing it, he knew that he was freezing your hand, but you were far too kind to say anything. He liked how you held his hand as you led him through your house, he remembered that this hand once was so small that you could only hold his finger when you were a child, butyou’re your hand fit perfectly in his, where did the years go was all Calum could think .

You on the other hand felt your fingertips become cold, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt like when you press your hand against a cold metal surface, it stung at first because it was so cold, but then it dulled down, leaving an almost comforting coolness in its place, that was the best way you could describe holding Calum’s hand. You pulled his hand, so he could walk right beside you, instead of behind you, since you wanted to feel as much of Calum as you could, since your time with Calum was so limited.

“You walk really slow Cal”, you said noticing that he was tended to walk behind you.

“Shouldn’t you be careful of talking to me, last thing I want is for your family to think that you’re crazy for talking to nothing”, he
said as walked next to you, remembering that in your family you are the only one that is able to see him and he remembered how hurt you got when your parents and family thought you were odd when you said that you were talking to him, since all they saw was you talking to nothing.

“No, they left for I think some weekend thing, I told them that I wasn’t feeling well and that they shouldn’t cancel their plans for me, I mean I can take care of myself”, you said as you both reached the kitchen but neither made the attempt to let go of each other’s hands, because you both enjoyed the feeling of it.

“Are you sick?” Calum ask with concern thinking that maybe you were sick and he was being rude by not helping you.

“No, but I wanted to spend time with you, without having to pretend that tyou aren’t there”, you said with a blush, “so I lied to them”, you said a bit nervously.

Calum smiled at your response as he let out a laugh, “what am I going to do with you (Y/N)” he said not believing that you would lie for his sake, “well let’s get started on your breakfast”, he said as he finally let go of your hand, him missing the warm feeling against his cold skin and you missing the coolness of his hand, but neither let the other know.

“Ok, Calum can you hand me two eggs and the mixer, it’s that thing with…”, you said as you were reaching for a bowl.

“I’m dead, not stupid (Y/N), I know what a mixer is”, said with a smile letting you know that he just joking as he reached for the things that you asked.

“I’m just making sure, I mean who knows how old you are”, you said as you gathered the ingredients to make pancakes.

“427”, he answered nonchalantly as he set down your ingredients in the bowl.

“What?” not understanding what he meant.

“I am about 427 years old”, he said with a saddened face, “give or take a few years”.

427 years old, that number stood out to you, more than four hundred years ago, you could barely remember any sort of history from that time from your studies, but Calum on the other hand… he lived it. You thought that Calum had passed a few years before you were born, but you were way off, more than four hundred years wrong. That’s four hundred years of him being ignored by the living, since they couldn’t see him, four hundred years of him not being able to find peace that kept him here. Four hundred twenty seven years of solitude.

“Isn’t that lonely?” you asked forgetting about making your breakfast.

“No, I have you”, he said with a smile but you could tell that deep down he was lying.

“But I’m (age) years old, that doesn’t compare to 427 years old, what did you do before then?” you asked knowing that he must have done something to keep him entertained for such a long time.

“Well, there are other ghosts around the world, and we can see each other, but other than that not much except living life as a ghost”, he said with a bit of hurt tone in his voice.

“I know that this sounds odd, but don’t most spirits pass on, find their peace and move on?” he nodded “I’m not trying to be rude, but why have you stuck around this long, that’s a really long time for you to willingly want to be here, all alone,”, you said hoping that he didn’t find what you said offending, you didn’t want Calum to leave, but you didn’t want him to spend so much time by himself when he could find some sort of peace and reunite with his other loved ones.

He looked down, his eyes glossing over, almost as if he wanted to cry a bit but he stopped himself from doing so, because last thing he wanted was for you to feel sad, and looked back at you with a smile, “I’m keeping a promise that I made and I’m looking for something as well”, he simply answered.

Calum was keeping something from you, and you knew it. You wanted to know what exactly it was, but you figured that if you asked he wouldn’t even tell you. But whatever promise Calum made must be something really hard to fulfill if after four hundred years, he still couldn’t complete it. But what was he looking for as well?

“Come on (Y/N), you need to eat”, he said breaking your train of thought, “and those pancakes aren’t going to make themselves”, he said with a bright smile, anything that would make you change the subject.

But you had to know, and you were going to find out one way or another.

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Alright part 2 is officially finished, sorry for taking so long to write it, its just that I have been busy with a few things and yea, sorry for those that have been waiting for this.

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Chapter Sixty One

A/N: This is the rest of Christmas. Sorry for the wait and thank you for sticking with me! You guys are the best.

And as always, your thoughts and comments on the chapter are welcome :) I love hearing from all of you!

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“It’s bloody cold out here,” Will grumbled, a shiver running through him as he and Harry walked out on the snow covered grounds behind the main house at Sandringham on Christmas Eve.

“You’re such a wuss,” Harry chuckled, throwing a side glance at his brother.

“Is this part of a plan to take back your spot as third in line? Take me out here and make sure I freeze to death?” William deadpanned, bringing a shout of laughter from Harry.

“You know, if people heard us talking like that, they’d think we were nuts. Or disturbed.”

Will smirked and then shrugged. “We have to joke about it. Somehow it makes it…smaller. Although, I have to tell you, I hate those fucking Lion King internet things.”

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