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Passionfruit | 2

Namjoon is not at all what you expected him to be.

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: smut
wordcount: 7.1k

part one



You were used to judgment.

It came in many shapes and forms. Men’s roaming gazes as you walked past. The way guys would leer at you, objectifying you with their stares and their wolf whistles. You were used to coming face to face with judgment. 

People made assumptions about you and always had. Guys you slept with always approached you and you knew they had seen you and made a snap judgment about who you were. Girls who saw you narrowed their eyes and protectively put a hand on their boyfriends knees when you walked past. People saw you and decided that they knew who you were, you didn’t have a say in the matter. In their eyes you were already the slut, the loose one, the messy one, and nothing you could say or do would change that judgment call.

So it had been a surprise when you had met Namjoon’s eyes last week and seen no judgment there.

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THIS IS FUCKING INSANE WHAT




OKAY.


DEEP BREATHS.


SCENARIO.


What do we KNOW?

  1. We know that Izzy relies on her ability to seduce to get what she wants.  The girl oozes sex and knows how to use it. (AKA Meliorn)
  2. We know Izzy is addicted to Yin Fen or whatever that drug is
  3. We know Yin Fen is made of Vampire venom
  4. We know Izzy knows Aldertree is using her.  Izzy is smart and loyal  Her devotion to her brother and Clary will win out and she’ll be left struggling with her addiction without Aldertree supplying her
  5. What better way to get more Yin Fen (either made or delt to her) than to use your connections with the vampires you know?  ESPECIALLY if you have connections to the most POWERFUL influential vampire in the AMERICAS - AKA Leader of the New York Clan, Raphael Santiago.
  6. We know Raphael has probably dealt with the underground black market due to Camille’s reign and as a vamp is familiar with the substance.
  7. We know Izzy will likely take advantage of her sex appeal - clearly by the photos in which she’s touching Raphael while wearing a skin-tight sheer black slip of a dress.
  8. We can see in the photo where she’s kissing Raphael that he’s stiff-backed.  His hands are NOT on her when she’s kissing him and his eyes are OPEN.  This does not indicate enjoyment.
  9. We know from meta sources Raphael is often viewed on the Aro/Ace spectrum, meaning sex might not tempt him.
  10. We know Raphael is an OPPORTUNIST.  He’s cunning.  Devious.  But he’s got a heart deep under the ice.
  11. Izzy seems a bit put out in this photo right after:
  12. Did that kiss and her sex-appeal maybe not work as she expected?
  13. We have not OUTRIGHT seen Raphael work his FLIRT yet, we only ever saw him eye-fucking Simon and touching SIMON.  But it seems that Raphael can be SLICK and DEVIOUS as FUCK when he wants to be, he can FOOL people with his charms.
  14. But he’s touching her - probably right after the kiss
  15. Maybe Raphael fooled her straight up and told her “Oh honey.  Nice try, cariño.” and pulled her hair back condescendingly, which is why she looks kind of miffed, kind of angry in the fifth photo
  16. That would seem very much like something Raphael would do.
  17. BUT he’s not the type to waste an opportunity - Isabelle would be in his debt if he helps her.
  18. We know he never got revenge on Aldertree so far for torturing him
  19. Could he perhaps want an alliance with Isabelle to take Aldertree down?
  20. So we know there can be a chance that this is just the follow up of them making a deal together.
  21. We know the synopsis says “Isabelle finds an unlikely new ally.”
  22. We KNOW that has to be in Raphael
  23. We also know a new sexuality will be introduced in episode 10  from Emeraude’s tweet.  Maybe this has to do with Raphael’s sexuality on the aro/ace spectrum?

In conclusion, this doesn’t mean there is some kind of romance blooming between Isabelle Lightwood and Raphael Santiago.  BUT HOLY FUCK IS THIS INTRIGUING.

So, okay. I guess I’m back! 🎉 But I wanna do it differently than before. I still want to promote fics, I still want to help y’all find new fics as well as the ones you remember loving but somehow lost. 

I still want to focus on fics (at least for now!) but also reblog pictures and other people’s awesome text posts etc. 

I have deleted all 4500+ messages that I never got around to answering. I’m sorry if yours always got left out! You are always always welcome to send in new messages, but I have disabled anon for now because the sheer number of messages I got was one of the things that stressed me out most and in my experience, not allowing anonymous messages works best when trying to get a grip on message numbers. This of course is subject to change as well, I’m really just trying things out for now! :)

I had quite some things going on in my life when I decided to give up on this blog. I still have most of those things. Uni is extremely tough, so is a mental illness that sucks away hours of my time on bad days, but I love larry and i love fic just the same. I won’t pressure myself to post regularly, though, and I ask you to understand that. I will do my best and I’m excited to revive this blog. 

If anybody has any ideas for me on new ways to talk about and promote fics, let me know!! I have seen people do author portraits, favs from specific authors lists, etc, and I’d be excited to try new things as well! 

I missed y’all. 🌸

anonymous asked:

Writting Prompt: Danny cries in his sleep, sometimes really loud. And screams. Once he even transform while sleeping. The problem is, he start to doing it when he fall asleep in class. Hope it's good enough to write

angst oh god what is with this phandom and angst okay here’s ur angst with a heavy dose of weird millennial humour because this bitch can’t angst without a metric fuck of comedy sprinkled all over the place

also I’m sick and wrote half of this in the middle of the night while feverish so like, I did my best

“OKAY THIS IS FINE.” Danny said aloud to the floor. He didn’t really intend the floor to be the recipient of his ire but it was where his face was currently planted so it would just have to ding darn diddly deal with it.

Danny had experienced his fair share of being stuck in awkward positions but this one had rivalled many of his top ten, and he hadn’t even been thrown across a room by a ghost to achieve it! Nope, he just fell out of bed.

One arm was flung out before him, the other awkwardly pulled behind his back, still twisted up in his bedsheets, along with his leg. Just the one leg, the other was hanging - in quite a remarkable display of inhuman dexterity - over his shoulder.

All it took was some gut wrenching, heart stopping, bile inducing nightmares. Nothing fancy really, just the visceral image of everyone he loved and cared about DYING from TOO MUCH FIRE right in front of his eyes as he watched helplessly. Yep.

“THIS IS FINE.” Danny said again, a little louder this time. The carpet smelled like feet, Danny decided maybe he should take his eating hole off the gross floor before he caught a foot fungus on his lip. He knew it was possible, it happened to Ricky Marsh once at camp.

Yeah Danny should REEEAAAALLY get his face off that carpet. Right now, yep. He was gonna get up at this very mome-

Jazz heard a loud snore come from Danny’s bedroom. He was supposed to be up half an hour ago, school started in ten minutes. But she knew he had a plate piled high with superhero shenanigans that kept him up at obnoxiously late hours nine nights out of ten. The bags under his eyes could hold all the homework he never got done, with extra space for his unfinished chores.

Jazz was fully prepared to sneak in and firmly tuck him into bed with ghost proof sheets, a lie, an excuse and at least three compromises balanced on her tongue ready to jump at any parent and/or teacher that wanted her brother out of the warm sanctuary of bed today. Then she heard his gentle snores twist into a devastatingly soul crushing little whimper.

Oh boy, that wasn’t good.

Jazz opened her brother’s bedroom door and quietly peered inside to find… no one. He wasn’t there. Typical ghost bullshi-

Jazz had almost closed the door when she heard it again, that tiny little whimper. Was he invisible? She thought to herself, barely acknowledging how fucking weird her life had gotten that that question came so naturally to her.

Jazz padded into the room and found that Danny had, somehow, managed to fall asleep on the floor beside his bed. One leg still hanging in the air via blanket sling, it was almost funny, until he screamed that is.

Jazz nearly jumped out of her spotty blue socks when a noise ripped out of her sleeping brother’s throat, a noise that honestly could have come from the cutting room floor of a horror flick that was deemed too terrifyingly violent to be shown on screens literally anywhere. His back was arched, his mouth wide, hands curled in on themselves, he almost looked as though he were convulsing.

It stopped suddenly, with a gasp and a jolt Danny woke. He didn’t shoot up or flail about, he just laid down on the floor, eyes blearily noticing that there was another person in the room. Jazz sat down by his side as he wiped his face, staring at the tears on his hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Danny glared at her.

“Sorry, standard question.” Jazz mumbled as she unhooked his foot from the clinging bedsheets. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny, still laying on the floor, swung his right arm around, it had gone numb and tingly, the kind of numb and tingly that really hecking hurt when he started moving it again, yeesh.

“I had this really gnarly dream,” he started as he massaged his arm, Jazz listened intently. “I ordered a sandwich without mayo but when I bit into it there was mayo like, EVERYWHERE and-”

Jazz dropped a pillow on his face.

“That was rude.” Danny’s muffled voice grumbled.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you can just say so instead of being an asshole.” Jazz huffed as she found a pair of jeans and a shirt that were Clean Enough and threw them at the pillow. “You were crying and screaming, I was WORRIED.”

Danny pulled the pillow and clothes away and looked at his sister, actually looked her in the face. Her eyebrows were pulled tight and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, she really did look worried. Danny sat up and fished a somewhat pungent binder from under his bed, Pariah’s Oath he really needed to do his laundry.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he stared down at his hands, face suspiciously neutral.

“Okay.” Jazz’s voice was gentle, she wasn’t going to push it, she’d learned a long time ago that it always just made things worse. “That’s okay, just know you can always talk to me, alright?”

Danny stood up and stretched, joints cracking and popping in a way that made Jazz want to barf. He could feel his arm again, thank the Ancients.

“You say that now, but every time a new rocket model comes out-”

“Bye Danny.” Jazz fucked off faster than Johnny’s shadow at dawn, absolutely Not wanting to stick around for another geeky space rant. Danny’s shit eating grin followed her out the door until it clicked shut, suddenly dropping back into the deadass tired face of a student who was entirely convinced that consistent sleep schedules were a myth.

He was not okay, ooooh he was so not okay.

Falling asleep again had been a mistake, a GRAVE mista- no okay, no, that pun was just inappropriate. He’d just had not one, but TWO disgustingly detailed nightmares about Literally Everyone dying, death puns were OFF the table right now.

Regular puns were still on the cards though, he thought to himself as he plopped his Little Pocket Book of Puns on top of a deck of cards sitting on his desk. He was proud of that one, in fact he snapchatted it, his smug face squeezed into the corner of the shot by the words ‘passng chem is off the cards bt my puns arnt’. It was easy to fool people with photos, he only had to pull off one good smile and people thought he was fine.

The flood of horrified snapchats he received in return made him giddy. Everything from a two minute video of Valerie trying not to hurl to a picture of Dash’s middle finger. Danny grinned, his grin looked genuine, it was not.

“This is fine.” he lied.

*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING*

Danny barely made it through the door before the bell went off, he celebrated his victory with a very brief and offensively outdated dance move before Tucker threw a pen at his head and the teacher told him to sit down before he hurt himself.

Danny’s goofy grin remained plastered onto his face as he sat next to Tucker, who was giving him the kind of look that was usually reserved for the weird surrealist internet videos Nathan always tagged him in on Facebook.

“You are like…” Tucker started, fiddling with the broken nib of his stylus. “Super hyper today what the fu-”

“Language, Foley.” the homeroom teacher deadpanned from behind his book.

“Sorry sir! But seriously what the fuck dude.” Tucker continued at a still very perceptible volume. The teacher sighed heavily.

“It’s cool I’m fine I just got like two hours of sleep and drank five coffees in ten minutes I think I can hear colours.” Danny’s eye twitched.

Tucker didn’t laugh, Danny was trying to be funny but it was like, twelve year old funny. He sighed and lowered his voice.

“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you.” Tucker stared through Danny’s plastic grin with serious eyes. “We talked about this Danny, I told you to STOP faking this shit with me. You know what happens when you don’t get enough sleep, you get really fucking weird.”

“Did you get my snapchat this morning?” Danny asked as though he hadn’t heard a single word his best friend had just said.

“Yes, it was awful and I hate you.” The jab had no bite, Tucker couldn’t stand seeing Danny like this, it was like some awful parody of his friend amped up to eleven. He didn’t bother trying to talk sense into him, sense was gone, sense was out the window, sense was on the next plane to god damn Timbuktu.

Danny’s giddiness didn’t let up a single inch throughout their first couple of morning classes. He had stupid jokes and shitty puns hidden up every sleeve in the building, and the tiniest little thing would set him off giggling. Star smacked a fly with a ruler, Danny literally fell off his chair laughing.

Mr Lancer gave Tucker permission to drag Danny out into the hallway to calm down. Tucker grimaced in apology as he dragged along a snorting Danny by the sleeve, the rest of the class having a good laugh of their own.

“Do you think he’s like, actually on drugs or something?” Tucker heard Paulina whisper not even remotely quietly as they left the room.

The moment the classroom door had closed, Tucker slammed Danny against the wall.

“DUDE! GET. A. GRIP.” Tucker was not even in the general vicinity of fucking around right now. Danny needed to chill his tits before he got into serious trouble, the last thing he needed was a detention lumped on top of the pile of reasons Danny’s life was a train wreck.

Danny clenched his teeth, his eyes were wide, too wide. Then his mouth curled up and a laugh squeezed its way through taught lips. Oh no, not again. Not on Tucker’s watch. Before the next giggle fit could get into full swing Tucker had pulled out his drink bottle, uncapped it, and dumped the entirety of its contents on Danny’s stupid guffawing head.

A cough and a splutter later and Danny was sitting on the floor, the stupid grin officially washed from his face.

“Can we talk like actual human beings now?” Tucker asked, the plastic water bottle thudding emptily on the ground.

“I’m not an ‘actual human being’. So no. I can’t.” Danny’s voice was short and clipped, his expression stony.

Tucker slumped to the floor next to his best friend, ignoring the puddle he was half sitting in. They sat in silence for a bit, listening to Mr Lancer’s muffled voice droning on about adverbs or something. A squeak from someone’s shoe echoed down the empty hall. A fluorescent light flickered. Danny winced.

“You wanna borrow my earphones? I’ve got some chill tunes if you need to like, shut everything out for a bit.” Tucker held the tangled cords out to Danny who promptly stuck them in his ears and buried his face in his arms. It was all just, just too much right now.

He threw his hands over his ears when the bell rang, Tucker put a gentle arm around his shoulder.

“C'mon, it’s about to get really loud out here.” he said quietly, taking Danny by the arm and leading him to their next class. It was history, they were watching a movie. Perfect. Tucker rolled up his jacket and put it on the desk in front of Danny.

“Try and sleep a bit, if you can. You can copy my notes later.”

Tucker was a good friend.

Danny put his head down, Tucker’s chill playlist still thrumming softly in his ears. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to see everyone die again, but his eyes could barely stay open. He read somewhere online that just laying down and resting was still good for you, even if he didn’t sleep he could still get some energy back at least, maybe.

He was out like a light the moment his head hit Tucker’s jacket.

The dream was never the same. Every time it started as just a regular weird ass dream, he was at the Nasty Burger, but he was sitting at his kitchen table. His friends were there, so was some guy he’d never met, they were talking about monster trucks or… something. The guy he didn’t know was showing him a song he wrote, it was gentle and calm, Danny liked it.

That was when the Guys in White showed up. They’d been there before, but not every time. Danny remembered the last dream he had, vaguely, he didn’t know he was dreaming now, but he knew what was going to happen next.

“RUN!” he tried to scream, but his voice came out strangled and quiet. Sam and Tucker kept chatting, they couldn’t see the danger, the strange guy started playing a different song, he had an acoustic guitar now and was on a stage that wasn’t there before.

The Guys in White aimed their ectoguns, knocking off shots around the entire Nasty Burger, Valerie collapsed behind the counter, had she always been there? Jazz was next, she was reading a book on the lounge that had definitely been there the whole time. Danny kept trying to scream, but his throat just couldn’t make anything more than a strangled rasping noise.

Sam and Tucker collapsed before him, the music changed again, the guy on the stage had a smoking hole in his chest, he was playing a cello now. The music was calm, soft and gentle, it hadn’t stopped during the shooting. The GIW agent at the head of the group turned to Danny, face splitting into an evil grin, flaming hair licking at his temples, it wasn’t a GIW agent any more. It had never been a GIW agent.

Danny tried to transform, he needed to save them, they were dead but he NEEDED to save them, if he could go ghost, if he could change he could fix this. His core felt so far away, the cold chill within him just JUST out of his grasp. Why couldn’t he change? WHY COULDN’T HE CHANGE?

Tucker sat at his desk in the dark classroom, taking halfassed notes about… something something president Washington. Hadn’t they already covered this? A flash at the edge of his vision pulled his tired gaze over to the sleeping mess beside him. Danny made a noise, a whimper? It sounded like he was trying to say something.

“Ru… ru-” Danny muttered, voice broken and, oh god he sounded so terrified.

Tucker’s heart splintered into tiny little pieces, and those tiny pieces shattered until his heart was basically just a pile of powder, really sad and devastated powder. Concentrated melancholy, in powder form. He nudged Danny.

“Danny, Danny wake up. Dude you’re talking in your sleep, WAKE UP.” Tucker was super worried, like beyond overprotective mother worried, if Danny said something incriminating in his sleep, if he said something about PHANTOM-

“Gotta… go-” a strand of silver began to creep through Danny’s dark hair.

Oh fuck.

Tucker shook Danny as violently as he subtly could, he needed to wake up. He needed to wake the fuck up right the fuck right NOW. FUCK. It was panic time, shit was getting dangerously identity revealing up in here and Tucker had to do something about it.

More silver was weaving through Danny’s hair, flickers of a dark, skin tight costume appearing for only the briefest of anxiety inducing moments. They were sitting in the back corner of the room, no one had noticed that anything was wrong yet, but someone would. Someone would notice SOON if Tucker couldn’t get Danny to wAKE THE HECKING FUCK HELL UP.

“Danny I swear to god if you don’t wake up I’m going to kill the rest of you. WAKE. UP.” How was Tucker supposed to wake him up without drawing attention to- oh good lordy fucK HIS HAIR.

Tucker pulled Danny’s hood over his head as quickly as he could nearly half a second after a flash of white overtook his entire scalp. Had anyone noticed?? Tucker glanced around the room, nobody was looking, thank christ Wes wasn’t in this class.

Tucker tucked the white strands into the hood as best he could manage before texting Sam as fast as his fingers would allow.

Sam was in the middle of copying some crap about photosynthesis that she already knew when she felt her phone buzz. It was from Tucker, and if his spelling was anything to go by, he was in trouble.

'DIASTRACTION NOWm’

Sam got the gist.

Pretending she was about to vomit everywhere was an easy way out of the classroom, and from there it was just a quick run to the fire alarm. It wasn’t the first time Sam had pulled off a fake emergency, she smashed the glass and hit the button with no hesitation, fuck the consequences. From there she just had to figure out where Danny and Tucker were, they all had copies of each other’s classes in case of just such emergencies.

History, they had history. She knew which room that was.

Sam took off running, boots thundering through the crowds of students filtering out of their classrooms. Sam could barely hear the alarm over the sound of her heart beat thudding in her ears, she didn’t have time to panic and worry, something was wrong and the most important thing right now was finding out what it was and if her friends were okay.

Someone noticed her through the crowd though. As she smashed through a group of kids coming out of a maths class, one guy caught her gaze, one guy decided to follow. Jesus shit she did NOT have the time for this.

Sam detoured down a seperate hallway, the tall redhead on her tail easily keeping pace, why couldn’t he just mind his own god damn business for once and, you know what? Sam thought, FUCK IT.

Another detour into an empty classroom and she had him. Bursting through the door after her, Wes looked around fervently, expecting to find Danny in some kind of juicy compromising situation. What he got was a surprise boot to the gut and he hit the deck like a sack of bricks.

Sam didn’t waste a second before bolting from the room, Wes had already taken up enough of her precious time.

Wes coughed and wheezed and tried to drag a breath into his aching abdomen, she’d clocked him a damn heavy blow and his body was not cooperating until it had a good few moments to recover from Whatever The Fuck Just Happened.

Damn it he was so close!

“Alright everyone, out onto the parking lot, like we do literally every other week.” The history teacher droned, his voice dry. He didn’t even bother making sure everyone left the room before walking out himself, it was probably a ghost attack anyway. These things lost their sense of urgency after the last fifty billion times, the only reason he didn’t make everyone get back into their seats was for legal reasons and honestly, he could really use the smoke break.

Tucker made a show of getting up to leave, but once he and Danny were the only two left he immediately dropped his shit and whammo’d his fists down on Danny’s desk.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled as Sam slid haphazardly into the room, clocking her hip on the teacher’s desk as she failed to reign in her momentum. She struggled with her footing for a moment before catching herself and racing up to the back of the class.

“Is he okay? What’s happening??” she asked, breathlessly.

Tucker lifted the hood from Danny’s bright-ass silvery hair.

“He’s transforming in his sleep and I can’t get him to wake up.” Tucker rushed out in one breath before grabbing Danny by the shoulders. “WAKE. UP. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!” Tucker screamed while shaking him with about as much tenderness as an irate Skulker on illegal performance enhancing ghost drugs. Finally, it was enough.

Danny jolted roughly, spasmed almost, and opened his fluorescent green eyes. Sam and Tucker took a quick step back in case he lashed out, but he didn’t. Danny’s hands gripped at the table hard enough to leave gouges in the sharpie-graffiti stained surface as his breath came out laboured and rasping. Tears smeared across his cheeks and dripped from his nose and chin.

He blinked, hard, before finally raising his head from the desk, looking remarkably disoriented. He was still flickering in and out of ghost form, disappearing from view entirely a few times as well, but it was slowing down as he took a few deep, shuddering breaths. Soon enough he was calm enough to stick to one form, human fortunately.

Sam breathed out a sigh and sat heavily on the nearest chair. He was okay and god she needed to sit down and catch the breath she’d left behind in science class.

Tucker sat beside Danny - who was now vigorously rubbing at his face - and took back his earphones, Sam could hear something that sounded like a cello playing through the small speakers

Tucker got through maybe the first two syllables of the standard 'are you okay?’ when he was abruptly cut off by a mildly lisping giggle.

Wes stood half through the doorway, phone out and trained on Danny’s previously unstable form. He looked a little pale and seemed to be having trouble breathing but that didn’t stop a wide shit eating grin from stretching across his freckled cheeks.

“Gotcha.” he sneered before turning on his heel and fleeing in unbridled glee.

Sam had recovered quickly from her previous run, she was on him like the Box Ghost on a roll of bubble wrap. Tucker heard the pounding of two sets of feet followed by a loud THUD, a squeal, and then what sounded suspiciously like a phone being heavily stomped on by a very firmly placed boot. The groaning came after that, punctuated with some extremely foul language that may have been spluttered through a bleeding nose and/or lip.

Sam came back into the room with a crushed phone in one hand and bloody knuckles on the other. She wasn’t dicking around, not today.

“You okay Danny?” she asked, getting only a tired glare in response. “Sorry, standard question.”

Sam picked up Danny’s backpack and put her hand out for him to take, he grasped it gratefully and she pulled him up from his chair as Tucker wound an arm around his waist. With the support of the two actual greatest people in the whole damn world, Danny walked out of the school and into the parking lot where an exasperated principal Ishiyama was counting heads and calling names.

“Equal Rites! What were you three still doing inside? Get into your- Mr Fenton are you alright?” Mr Lancer’s angry stride softened into a quick jog, concern weaving it’s way through his face at the sight of Danny’s red eyes and wet cheeks.

“He uh, had a head on collision with Wes on our way out.” said Sam, like a liar. “Took a corner too fast and copped a hit to the nose so his eyes got all teary, but he’s okay.”

“Wes might need a little help though.” Tucker added on. “We offered but he’s pretty much convinced we just rammed him on purpose and he threatened to tell everyone we beat him up sooo we kinda just left him on the floor.”

Lancer rubbed at his brow, exasperated. He did NOT have the time for Wes shenanigans. He took a quick look at Danny’s face, checking for any bleeding, satisfied when he could find none he sent the three on their way to get their names marked off before he headed back to the school building to find Wes.

“Thanks.” Danny squeezed Sam and Tucker tenderly, never wanting to let them go. He was so glad they were here, he was so glad they were alive.

“Sleepover at my place tonight.” Tucker declared. “No exceptions, there’s gonna be cuddle piles and maybe a pillow fort, but definitely lots of these.” he gave Danny a big ol’ smooch on the forehead and pulled him in for a tight hug. “You’re gonna be fine man, you’ll be okay.”

Sam jumped on and threw her arms around both her boys, pressing her lips against Danny’s cheek.

“We’re not going anywhere, okay? We’re gonna sleep right beside you and tell those fucking nightmares to fuck right off, just like last time.” Sam gave him a hearty thump on the back that might have knocked over a regular human, but Danny barely shifted.

What in Ring and Crown’s name did he ever do to deserve these two.

That night after a coma inducing amount of junk food and soft drink Danny passed out smushed between Sam and Tuck in what was pretty much the most affectionate and down right adorable Danny Sandwich either of them had ever made.

He dreamed of the three of them beating the shit out of Dan with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks. He hadn’t slept so well in years.

Let the blasty bby sleep! (Does he even get bed hair? Cuz ya know? His hair is always like…boom?)

I just wanted to say thank you for the new followers and love on both my renditions and original stuff! Please accept this sleepy Baku for the night! (It’s like 12am my time rip)

May school spare me and all of you who start soon! <3

Lightbulbs Are Useless

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Nothin really just fluff Bucky’s so nice and patient

Summary: Bucky’s fallen for Tony’s shy assistant who is actually more than she seems.

Word Count: 930

A/N: I actually suck at writing shy!reader because I’m not shy and none of my friends are omgbut I still hope this is remotely good hahaha

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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ryvetted4  asked:

Hii! For the 3-sentence fic could you do Sterek? Where Stiles is a taxi driver it's raining and suddenly this stranger dressed in a tux and patent leather shoes hurriedly flags him down. He smells the money and expensive cologne before he even gets in and Stiles is all "Shouldn't you have your own limo or something?"

This got… a little out of hand

Stiles wasn’t exactly sure why someone at the MET Gala called for a Lyft, most of those guests had limos or town cars at the very least, but he didn’t really care; it was a relatively slow night because of the rain and the girl who called the Lyft was pretty. 

There was a tap on the window and Stiles jumped, he had just sent the ‘I’m here’ text so he wasn’t expecting his passenger already, “Are you Stiles?”

“Yeah but you don’t look like a Cora to me,” Stiles said before he could stop himself. His brain to mouth filter was pretty shitting on the best day and when there was a guy who was hotter than the sun standing in a tux worth more than his Jeep looking like something out of a Rom Com it was nonexistent. 

The guy, who looked oddly familiar, huffed, “I’m Derek, she’s my sister. My phone died and I needed to get out of there so she called the ride, can I get in?”

“Oh yeah, sure, yeah,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair, “Like I said I’m Stiles and you’re not Cora.”

“Right,” The guy said with a smile, “Derek, Derek Hale.”

Stiles brain short circuited for a second. Derek Hale, son of Talia and Joseph Hale, New York City billionaires, was in his shitty Jeep. 

“Well, Derek, Derek Hale,” Stiles said once his motor functions came back online, “Where am I taking you in your fancy suit. Wait shouldn’t you have a limo or something?”

“Paps follow the limos when they leave,” Derek said, “I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

“So… home then?” Stiles asked, not sure what to make of the handsome billionaire in his car.

Derek looked at him then, really looked at him, his eyes soft and earnest, and said, “This might sound really stupid and you can say no, but would you just take me to some hole in the wall diner in like Queens and eat a meal with me? I want to be around someone who isn’t fawning over me and you haven’t done that yet.”

“I’m very good at hiding my fawning,” Stiles said with a smile, “And I know just the place. No one will bother you there, not even me.”

“You can bother me if you want,” Derek said with a little smile, letting out a breath as Stiles pulled away and headed toward Queens and his favorite diner, the one his mom used to take him to when he was a kid.

When they got there Stiles put the car in park but didn’t get out, “This is a good place, tell them you know Stiles and they’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“How about you tell them I know Stiles,” Derek said with a shy grin, “My treat, this time.”

“I’ll get the next one then,” Stiles said, shutting the Jeep off and getting out into the rainy night.

“I’d like that.”

more kid kevin verse courtesy of the lovely @broship-addict :D

“You didn’t think this through,” Neil tells Andrew.

Andrew looks calm because he’s always calm, but there’s a thread of quiet stress carved in around his mouth. Neil would feel sympathetic, but Andrew brought this on himself.

‘This’ is the quietly crying five-year-old clinging to Andrew’s legs like a limpet. Kevin can’t be described as stoic in any sense of the word, but he’s usually a pretty tough kid. That’s probably the only reason he’s snuffling into Andrew’s jeans instead of howling right now.

Andrew gives Neil a mild look before crouching down. Kevin is forced to let go of his death grip, but he immediately takes up another on Andrew’s shirt. His little scrunched-up miserable face does send a little pang through Neil’s chest.

When they took Kevin in, it was with the understanding that Neil, who travelled for work as pro Exy player, would continue to do so because his salary was high, and that Andrew would mostly work from home until Kevin was old enough for kindergarten. That’s worked out well, except that Kevin is basically surgically attached to Andrew and Neil warned him it was going to come to this.

“Do you want to go to school?” Andrew asks Kevin, straightforward as ever.

Kevin, who has had his schoolbag packed for at least two weeks and who could barely get to sleep last night from excitement, rubs his eye with a fist and says, clearly, “Yes.”

“Then why are you so upset?” Andrew asks.

“I don’t want to go without you,” Kevin replies, equally straightforward. His other hand is still white-knuckled in the front of Andrew’s shirt.

“I can stay for a while, but not all day.”

“Why not?” Kevin’s lower lip has stopped trembling but at that it starts again.

“Because I already went to school,” Andrew replies, very reasonably. Somehow Neil doesn’t laugh.

“You don’t want to go to school?” Kevin asks tremulously.

Andrew looks at their surroundings, made of tiny brightly-coloured furniture and clumsy drawings and other small children-related things. He opens his mouth, probably to tell Kevin the truth, and Neil jumps in.

“He would love to stay, but he has work, remember?” he says. Andrew had mostly hated school when he wasn’t ambivalent towards it, and Neil has a feeling if he says as much Kevin will throw the tantrum to end all tantrums about how he hates school now too. “I’m sure school will be way more fun.”

“I like work though,” Kevin says, because to him ‘work’ is sitting at Andrew’s desk and drawing pictures while Andrew attempts to actually get work done around him.

“School is definitely more fun,” Amanda – or ‘Miss Amanda’, as she introduced herself to Kevin – cuts in helpfully. She’s been watching this with a half-amused and half-sympathetic expression on her face. “Why don’t I show you around, Kevin? Your dads can come too.”

Kevin looks at her seriously, and then nods. She offers Kevin her hand and he takes it. Despite the tears and snot on it, Amanda seems unconcerned. Neil should be less impressed by this, but even after a few years of child raising he still sometimes catches himself thinking that kids are kind of disgusting.

Kevin lets go of Andrew as he stands, watching Amanda pointing out what is helpfully labelled The Art Corner in big bubble letters stapled to the wall. Andrew’s shirt is a little stretched out from the force of Kevin’s grip, but he doesn’t bother to smooth it.

Predictably, Kevin is quickly distracted from them by the very capable Amanda and the host of colourful objects around the room. He’s peaceably talking with a pair of small boys when Amanda leaves him and comes back to where Neil and Andrew are hovering silently in the periphery.

She winks. “They usually settle pretty fast once they see what we’ve got on offer. Well done for not joining in on the waterworks though.”

“Is that what usually happens?” Neil asks. He’s not exactly the crying type.

“Some parents make it to the car first I think,” she replies thoughtfully. “If you’ve gotta run, you can probably go ahead now. I’ll call if there are any issues. Otherwise you’re welcome to stay and join in with our program for today. I’m sure there are a few Exy fans in the mix.”

She darts off then, a wave of pleasant floral perfume. She kind of reminds Neil of Renee, actually.

“Should we say goodbye or just make a dash for it?” Neil asks. “Unless you want to stay and help out in The Art Corner, of course.”

Andrew doesn’t bother to respond, instead stepping up to where Kevin is carefully assisting his new friend to make something out of big connecting blocks like the Lego he has at home. “Hey. We’re going to go now, alright?”

“Okay,” Kevin replies absently. “Bye.”

“Bye bud,” Neil says with a wave that doesn’t get any response at all, and then follows Andrew back out to the car.

Andrew doesn’t hesitate before starting the engine, but Neil can’t resist saying, “Sure you don’t need a tissue?”

Andrew tilts his head sideways to give Neil a dull look. “I think I can cope.”

JIKOOK FIC-RECS

I already have some recs here and some smut recs here  , so definitely check those out buuut, some of you said you wanted more and I’ve read a good amount of new, good fics so I thought why not share them. I had to include some of the fics I already recd bc they’re just too good. this is my way of saying thank you for 800 followers I’M STILL SCREAMING. 

Shameless  by Diddyk 

Jungkook and Jimin have been friends for a while now, and it takes nothing but Jimin’s break up with his boyfriend for the two of them to grow closer.
He never actually thought of the fact that he could be gay, but it takes not much time for him to start thinking differently, particulary about one certain male with brown hair, who triggers his curiosity, who makes him question himself about his sexuality.

Pink Lemonades, Tattoos And I Love You’s by sunrr

Jimin had his summer all planned out, until he was forced to go to his grand mother’s house in Busan.
He thought his summer was going to be boring and long,

until he met Jeon Jungkook.

a touch of sin by pettey  ♥ ♥ ♥

After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.

More Than Your Body by whenIseeUsmile

Jungkook got an assignment to create a documentary about something he can get involved in and in the beginning, he had no idea what to do. However, when he sees Jimin dance, he knows what he wants. 

Or in which Jungkook is a film student and may or may not be a little obsessed with the silver-haired man he keeps seeing on his way to university.

you’re ripped at every edge (but you’re a masterpiece) by kafeuka

Jimin swore there was nothing worst than having Jeon Jungkook as a sergeant.

(Or,

In which Jimin was forced to enlist in military and he was under the sexgod Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division and god, Sergeant Jeon really needs to stop being a douchebag).

Retrograde by Shealezz

Jimin wants a bad boy that will be good just for him. Jungkook wants a good boy that will be bad just for him. And Jimin absolutely, undeniably, doubtlessly hates Jungkook just as much as he loves him.

Him by PinkBTS

‘And like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me
You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you’

or

“I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feel the shots. Not only take them.”

Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.”

“Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

After Hours by pinkmonnie  ♥ ♥

Jimin has been working at the same place for three years, watching as the world around him moves along in a busy hype. Although he enjoys certain aspects of his job, particularly since Min Yoongi became his manager, over time he gradually felt the usual rhythm begin to weigh him down.

Taehyung, his closest friend, comes to Gwanghwamun Starbucks for two reasons - free drinks or food if he’s feeling peckish, and to stare at Yoongi with a lump in his throat.

One night, Taehyung brings along a new friend.

Four Words After Sex by jonghyunslisterine

“Hey, wanna get pancakes?”

Constraint by Harlot ♥ ♥ ♥

Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay.

Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn’t like him whatsoever. There’s just something about him… there’s just so much about him. Jungkook really can’t stand him. In fact, he can’t stand him so much he can’t quite seem to get him off of his mind.

Riptide by peppermint_wind ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he’s signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn’t expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin.

It’s then Jungkook realizes that there’s more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself.

A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

Track one: I love you by dalliancee  ♥ ♥ ♥

Just way too close, just by the fingertips — and only by the fingertips. That’s all they will ever be.

Like Fire, Like Stone by PinkBTS ♥ ♥

“It is both a blessing 
And a curse
To feel everything
So very deeply.”

-David Jones

Or,

Parabatai are meant to be everything for each other…everything but the one thing Jeongguk wants the most.

♥  - ultimate faves!!

happy reading. ;)

(oh and if you have something to rec me PLEASE DO I NEED MORE JIKOOK FICS!)

sugar ❖ sehun (3)

❝I’m not sure what the Boss does, probably nothing, but he’s always the first to come in here and the last to leave. He’s at the last floor and that’s where you’re going❞

admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, smut (in the next chap), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

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The next morning Mina was at your door, just like any other Saturdays and took with her some pastries and two cups of chocolate with cream. That was usual for the two of you, she always came to your home to spent the weekend, so you gained a little bit of bravery and asked what was pricking in your brain since last night.

Is Sehun really your father?

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"Please! Stop it! All of you!"

Thanks to McGonagall’s goal of house unity, Harry was sitting in a room full of gryffindors, ravenclaws, hufflepuffs, and slytherins. After one too many fights between himself and Malfoy, McGonagall declared a party between all the upperclassmen (Years 6 and up). It was meant to be an innocent, let’s stop trying to kill each other, party. That changed when someone brought alcohol into the mix. Everyone should know alcohol and gryffindors so not mix.

Seamus was on a table with his shirt off, dancing to music that wasn’t there. On the side you could see Dean watching him with a glazed look on his face. Lavender was going around kissing everyone person, regardless of house or gender. Ron was giving a piggy-back ride to a giggling Hermione. They kept swaying back and forth and Harry thought it might be a good idea to stop them before they got hurt.

As he got up to do just that, he heard something behind him that made him feel a chill that ran to his bones.

“They may as well just bring people straight from Azkaban to this school. Letting death-eater scum like you in,” a boy said. Harry thought it sounded awfully like Micheal Corner. He turned to see Malfoy staring down Micheal with his teeth clenched. His heart ached at the sight. Micheal shoved Malfoy slightly back, and before Harry knew it, he was stalking up to them and drawing his wand.

In a blink of an eye, Micheal was laying on the floor, a full body binding curse keeping him in place. Malfoy looked down at his body and then up again to meet Harry’s face. If possible, his face became harder than it was before. Harry gulped as Malfoy stepped up to him.

“I can handle myself, Potter,” Malfoy spat. Anger was swimming in his eyes and for a moment, Harry couldn’t look away.

“I’m sure you can, Malfoy. I’ve wanted to do that to that little gut since fifth year. It isn’t about you,” Harry snapped back. He let his jaw clench and his hands formed fists at his sides.

Pansy stepped up next to Malfoy and said, “Leave us alone Potter. None of us want to see your ‘heroics’ tonight.”

Harry could feel a crowd forming. He was regretting making such a scene.

“Is there a problem, Harry?” Dean asked. He had stepped up to back up Harry, along with Seamus (still shirtless), Ron, Ginny, and Luna. Though, Luna didn’t seem to notice the tension; Harry assumed she was following her girlfriend, Ginny.

Harry opened his mouth to say 'No,’ but someone else spoke before he could.

“There wouldn’t be if Savior boy would just mind his own damn business,” a new voice, Blaise Zabini, said. Harry looked back to Malfoy to see apprehension clouding his gaze. Neither of them wanted this. There was more slytherins and gryffindors coming up to face each other. Alcohol had made everyone more confrontational it seemed.

Harry wasn’t sure who casts first, but soon hexes and jinxes were flying throughout the room. Instinctively, Harry cast a Protego charm to surround him and Draco. Draco who had wide eyes and a look of fear in his face.

“Hey,” Harry said softly.

“Harry,” Draco said in an apologetic tone. Harry nodded in understanding. He took down the protective shield and held his wand up. They began to cast spell at each, all “missing” their intended target.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry cast and Draco’s wand shot out of his hand and towards him. Harry gave a small apologetic smile that only Draco could see and then turned to see the utter chaos around them. Distracted, he don’t see Draco move towards him. He reached for his wand and then they were struggling. They were so close. If Harry moved just a little closer… but no, he couldn’t do that.

Right as Draco regained contour of his wand, Hermione’s voice sprung out into the room, “Please! Stop it! All of you!” Everyone froze at the witches words. No one wanted to cross the brightest with of their age.

As everyone stared at Hermione, Harry’s me Draco stared at each other. Millions of thoughts and emotions running across both their faces. Harry wished with all he had that he could just move and close the small gap between them. It was only a couple of inches. They stared into each other’s eyes and Harry saw Draco give the smallest of nods.

“You guys act like you’re five years old! The war is over, if you haven’t noticed. We all need to grow up and move on. No more animosity. It’s childish and-” Hermione cut off with a gasp, staring at Harry.

Harry who was snogging Draco Malfoy on the other side of the room.

Everyone followed her gaze. Their was an eruption of disgusted sounds, exclamations, and even cheers. Harry and Draco didn’t stop.

“Alright everyone,” Hermione called, gaining everyone’s attention once more. “I think it’s time to go to our dormitories and get some sleep.”
To everyone’s dismay, she filed everyone out and placed a quick silencing charm on the room they just exited.


“Harry,” Draco gasped, breaking the kiss. They stared at each other in disbelief for a few seconds. Looking around, they saw that they were alone.

“I think we just came out to everyone,” Harry said. Draco’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh god,” he let out. His breathing was becoming shallow and Harry quickly released him.

“Hey breathe,” Harry said. “Count with me: 1, 4, 7…”

Draco counted with him all the way to 100 and the. 200. His heart was till beating rapidly, but his breathing was slowly returning to normal.

“Do we need to try something else?” Harry asked. Draco nodded fervently and Harry took a calming breath.

“Okay let’s breath in long and slow,” Harry said and Draco did. “Feel the tension in your muscles.” Draco focused on the tenseness of his body.

“Now breathe out slowly, allowing the tension to leave your body. Tell your body relax and focus on loosening your body,” Harry said. He did it as Draco did.

“Do this until you feel better,” Harry instructed and Draco followed through everything again. After about five times, his body felt more relaxed. His breathing was normal and although his heartbeat wasn’t exactly normal, it was slower.

“Better?” Harry asked. Draco nodded and moved towards him. His arms opened to accommodate Draco and they embraced.

“Everything will be okay. It’ll be crazy at first, but soon they’ll get another piece of gossip and leave is alone,” Harry soothed. Draco hummed.

“It’ll be okay,” Harry said.

Crazily enough, it was okay, because they were together.

Dave raps under his breath a lot without really thinking about it, and while on the meteor everybody else just kind of gets used to it and filters it out like you would with a ticking clock or a humming refrigerator. Karkat has a harder time ignoring it, but he doesn’t really mind it all that much since it’s obvious Dave doesn’t even know he’s doing it. After he and Dave grow closer as bros, he even starts to like it and takes time out whenever there’s a quiet moment to just listen to whatever Dave’s mumbling.
This goes on for awhile until one day while they’re working in Can Town, Karkat starts laughing for some reason, and Dave can’t figure out why. At first, Karkat won’t tell him why he’s laughing, but eventually he admits that it’s because of something Dave said.
That’s fine and all, but the thing is, Dave doesn’t even know what he said. In fact, at least half of what he says is lost the moment it leaves his mouth. Karkat thinks that’s a total shame, because some (just some) of what he says is pure gold.
After some internal debate on his part, Karkat decides that the best course of action is to write down everything Dave says in case he wants to actually use it in a rap later. It becomes clear pretty quickly that Dave gets distracted too easily by Karkat’s presence and his scribbling whenever Dave so much as opens his mouth. Karkat gets nothing usable for that day and gives up.
A few days later, he gets a new plan. It’s the same as before, only this time he’s going to keep hidden and follow Dave around. It works out pretty well, Karkat’s pretty sneaky when he wants to be, and his hand can barely keep up with how fast Dave’s talking. He fills up almost the whole notebook with Dave’s junky speech. He’s really proud of himself until he actually reads what he wrote down.
The next day, Karkat has Dave sit down with him and shows him his notebook. At first Dave doesn’t get it, it’s a notebook filled with Karkat’s messy all caps scrawl, what’s so special about it? But then he flips through it and he recognizes the words written in it. Karkat takes the notebook back and asks if Dave wouldn’t mind him reading some of his favorite passages out loud. Dave gives him the okay, and Karkat flips through it until he finds the spot he wants.
At first, it’s just normal stuff about dicks and references and memes and whatever. Totally normal, average stuff he would have said to anyone at anytime. Dave doesn’t mind, it’s actually pretty cool to hear his stuff coming out of Karkat’s mouth. But then Karkat flips the page again, gives Dave a meaningful look, and starts reading.
They both start to go a little red in the face as the subject of the next few pages becomes obvious.
They’re all about Karkat. It ranges from stuff like “sizzlin sassafrass, look at that hot ass” to how soft his hair is.
Karkat pauses, and for a second Dave thinks that’s the end of it, but then Karkat takes a deep breath and starts reading again. The subject’s still Karkat, but this time it’s different. This time it’s about how much Dave likes it when Karkat smiles and how his laugh is really really nice. Or how funny and clever and he just wants to talk to him all the time and how his day is just freaking MADE whenever he spends any time with his awesome best boyfriend wait he meant bro-
And then Karkat stops reading, and Dave can’t even look at him because his face is on fire and Karkat wasn’t supposed to KNOW. Not at all, not like this. This is terrible, the worst, how is he going to explain this? How?
Karkat takes Dave’s hand and grabs his attention long enough to hand him a folded up piece of paper. Dave takes it, but isn’t sure about opening it. Karkat’s face is as red as Dave’s. He opens it.
It’s a really shitty drawing of both of them holding hands, surrounded by little scribbled hearts.
Dave folds the paper back up and holds out his hand. His face is as bright red as his god tier pajamas, but he’s sure of what he’s doing. Karkat takes Dave’s hand and holds it tightly.
They sit on the couch and hold hands for a half an hour before the Mayor finds them to go work on Can Town some more.
It’s a good first date.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 17] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by marikaa977

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: FLUFFY STUFF MAN FLUFFY STUFF

Warnings: swearing and suggestive thoughts

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A/N: Sorry, this is extremely late.So part 18 will be out Monday, cause I apparently work better at night. I hope you guys like today’s Sin Sunday! It was my third attempt at smut and the first one that I have ever posted! I have another one, unholier one, on the way. Inbox is always open, please tell me what you think! Enjoy the chapter!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong hadn’t left your side since then. He always held onto some part of you, and after what had happened, you didn’t care. You had stayed by his side, the grip on his hand tight as he led you down the comforting hallways you’ve grown to know. The now comforting walls of the hallway welcomed you back, and relief flooded your tense mind. You were home again.

“You’re gonna be sleeping in my room,” Ji Yong said. You looked up at him and nodded your head in understanding. He smiles down at you and pulls you closer to him. You lean into his chest, breathing in his scent. God, you missed it.

“I’m gonna stay with you too okay?” His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your skin lightly. You nod your head, not finding your voice at the moment. He kissed your forehead, bringing you a sense of security. He pushed open his bedroom door, walking in with you. You sat down the bed, Ji Yong standing right in front of you. “I’ll be right back baby girl, I’m just gonna grab an extra towel and stuff. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to shower.”

You nodded your head and watched as he left the room. It took a minute, but you let everything that happened soak in. You were drugged, sexually harassed twice, starved, beat, and threatened. People touched you in places you didn’t want to be touched, and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop them the first time they came in. You couldn’t protect yourself. All that training, for nothing.

Ji Yong opened the door, holding up a towel and a toothbrush. A small smile was on his face. “I got your tooth brush too-”

He stopped talking as he saw you crying. He rushed over to you, setting down the supplies on the side of the bed. He held your hand and cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

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3, 30, 300 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?

Author’s notes: Wow, I’ve been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so… I hope you guys like it!

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“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.

“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.

Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.

You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.

The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.

You were right.

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Waterslide

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A/N: Inspired by Jen’s ideas for how Emma and Killian should be celebrating their honeymoon

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The water burns at first touch.

The bathroom tiles are so cold that it’s a shock for her toes, startling to go from one extreme to the other. Emma rushes into the bath as carefully as she can, lowering to immerse herself and escape the scrape of the cool air on her extremities. But the sensation isn’t unpleasant, a singe on the soles of her feet she simply hisses at as she dips in, with a pirate’s hand in hers.

Killian is already warm and wet and soaking in mislaid bubbles.

Hair looking water-dipped, the little locks of it curling, sticking, and trickling. And an unharried smile on his face, his proof of just how many hours of uninterrupted indulgence they’ve had lately.

And well deserved, she would add.

(Not that interruptions haven’t tried. Not that they haven’t pounded on the door in the middle of the night, or crept onto an empty chair beside Henry at the dinner table.

But it was quiet – by their standards.)

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CANON AUTISTIC POWER RANGER MY DUDES

“Following Monday’s news that the new Yellow Ranger would be Hollywood’s first mainstream LGBTQ superhero, actor RJ Cyler has revealed that his character, Billy the Blue Ranger, is on the autism spectrum.”

“I just wanted to show a different, like, viewpoint of people that are seen as being on the spectrum, right? Or people diagnosed with autism, ’cause it’s like I feel like us being outsiders looking in and I take that, I cast my own stone when I say that, ’cause there’s a lot that I didn’t know before …

“I actually sat down and shut my mouth and actually just listened and you know, accepted every bit of information with no judgement … I knew that it was my job to show, you know, that people that are on the spectrum are just regular people, literally, just how we talk, how me and Becky [G, who plays the Yellow Ranger] talk, they feel the same way, they have the same emotions, they wanna be loved, that want people to love, they want relationships they want, you know, connections, and it’s just like I was really excited to be able to play that ’cause I know it means so much to so many people.” - RJ Cyler

Free! -Timeless Medley- the Promise/Yakusoku (spoilers...duh)

Part two of the Timeless Medley series, Yakusoku/The Promise, is a Samezuka centered recap of Eternal Summer; in other words it’s ES without most of the Iwatobi scenes. The plot centers on Rin and Sousuke’s individual character arcs, Sousuke’s most heavily, as well as their relationship with each other. Nitori’s character development is also covered because of the relay being central to the overall story, and Momo remains as a supporting role. 

The movie opens with new scenes of Rin and his family, showing his mom (Miyako) and dad (Toraichi) for the first time in the series. We’re shown a more in depth look into Rin’s relationship with his dad, the person he’s always loved and looked up to the most, since chasing his dad’s dream was an important part of his story in season one. Toraichi is shown to be a caring father who often plays with Rin and Gou, and even teaches them how to swim when they discover that he used to be a talented swimmer. One day Toraichi goes out for his fishing job despite a storm coming, then Gou is accidentally woken up by Miyako and they see the clock in the room suddenly broke and hands are stuck at 4:55. Later Gou and Miyako leave to visit their Grandma, leaving Rin home alone. While taking a nap, Rin is woken by a phone call, the call is about Toraichi dying in the typhoon. After Toraichi’s death, the whole family is shown to be broken hearted, but Rin is determined to remain strong in this time of sorrow. Afterwards we see the days when Rin meets Sousuke and Haru for the first time; Sousuke challenging Rin for the first time at the Sano SC, and Rin seeing Haru at the tournament aforementioned in ES Episode 12. When Sousuke sees that Rin has a sudden fondness for Haru at that tournament, he’s visually disturbed. After, Rin tells Sousuke that he’s transferring to Iwatobi. From there we see a montage showing the events of Season 1 and the High Speed movie. Starting from the Iwatobi SC relay and Rin leaving for Austraila, we see parallels of Haru and Rin during their first year in middle school and what happened to them up until their reunion in winter that same year. Haru is shown to have a positive development with the Iwatobi Middle team, while Rin has the opposite experience being unable to overcome swimmers that are stronger than him and even stopping in the middle of a race just like Haru in ES Episode 9. A new clip of the Iwatobi Middle team is shown just before the scene of Rin and Haru’s reunion race. While the team is walking home together, Haru looks up at the sky to see a hawk, then fading to Rin solemnly staring at an empty sky in Australia. After the reunion in middle school, the montage skips to show Rin’s development in Season 1, overcoming his torment to regain his passion in the final relay of Season 1. The montage ends with Rin becoming captain at the start of Season 2, and the scene where Rin is alone at his dad’s grave from Season 1 Episode 7. From there it’s the opening theme. 

The opening theme, Rising Free, is mainly clips of the main Samezuka boys, and brief clips of Kisumi, Ikuya, Asahi, as well as Natsuya and Nao together as adults (however they’re only shown from behind). The Iwatobi team is shown towards the end of the theme standing opposite to Samezuka in a setting similar to the season one opening when they’re underwater looking at each other. 

From there the movie is a direct recap of ES with some scenes edited out and a few new clips/scenes added. 

Starting with Episode 1, Sousuke Is shown visiting Iwatobi SC Returns before quickly changing scenes to Samezuka. Rin is trying to get used to his new duties as captain when he recieve a call from the Iwatobi boys telling him to come to Iwatobi while he’s in the locker room. This is the same invite to see the Sakura pool but is change from the direct invite at the local tournament that was in the TV anime to just a phone call. The Sakura pool scene remains the same, but Makoto and Haru being unsure of their future when asked by Rin is cut. 

From Episode 2 we see Sousuke and Rin reuniting, Sousuke joining the swim team, Iwatobi inviting Rin and his team to Splash Fes, meeting Momo, Sousuke and Haru’s confrontation at the vending machines (but without that dubstep music is was awkward yet intense), and the relay race. 

Next it’s straight to Episode 4. This is almost completely unedited aside from cutting out the Iwatobi scenes (no gross rice balls, sorry). Basically it’s all the Rin and Sousuke scenes from that episode.

Afterwards are scenes from Episodes 6 and 7, i.e. the regional tournament. Before the start of the tournament, there is a new scene where Gou is at the hospital with a cold and sees Sousuke there too; replacing the scene from the end of ES Episode 7 where she only saw him at the train station. Then Gou and Rin visit their dad’s grave before they go to the tournament. At the tournament we see Nitori’s race, Rin’s race against Haru, Momo being chosen for the relay team, Nitori sulking over not being able swim with Rin because he thinks his swimming is poor but Sousuke reassures him to try harder, the relay race (except the actual race isn’t shown, it’s just the scene before it starts and skipping directly to Samezuka celebrating their victory). 

Nitori congratulates Rin on receiving offers from scouts, including “sousuke’s team”. And then the fight between Rin and Sousuke where Rin questions how serious Sousuke is about the relay. Let me quick mention that the whole movie has a new soundtrack, and this scene had one of the best new tracks in my opinion; it was super intense. Afterwards is the scene where Sousuke coaches Nitori, and then the race that secured Nitori a spot on the relay team; I believe that was from the beginning of Episode 9. 

Speaking of Episode 9 (nice transition between thoughts), from this episode we see Rin announcing the relay team (Momo, Nitori, Sousuke, and Rin), Seijirou seeing the relay listing from Momo, Momo telling the other relay members that they’re the “best team”, Sousuke’s shoulder starting to hurt in the practice pool, Rin’s freestyle race, Rin seeing Haru stop in the pool, Rin talking to Haru in the locker room (most of this scene is edited. It’s just Rin yelling at Haru “what are you doing?!” And then cut off by Haru slamming his fist on the lockers. That it).

Episode 10 is also almost fully shown, aide from most of the Iwatobi appearances being cut. So we see Rin confronting Sousuke about his shoulder and then Sousuke revealing the truth, along with Sousuke, Nitori, and Momo telling Rin they want to swim the relay no matter what. The relay from that episode is edited so that is focuses on just the Samezuka team’s swimming. And then the ending clip where Sousuke says he’s found his dream. 

Episode 11. Rin receives the air mail from his coach in Australia, and Sousuke talking Haru at Iwatobi about talking his future more seriously after the fallout at the prefectural tournament. After Rin dismisses the Samezuka team for their week long break, he receives a text from Makoto. This is followed by three new scenes. First, Makoto calls Rin while he’s still at the cliff where he and Haru had their fight. Makoto explains what happened with Haru and how he’s worried about Haru’s future and wants him to see the world (essentially just retold what he said to Haru). He asks Rin to do something to help Haru, which is where he decides to take Haru to Australia with him. The next scene is Rin packing for his trip and Sousuke ask if it’s really ok for him to take Haru with him, to which Rin claims he’s “not doing this for Haru” or something like that. Also Rin asks what kind of souvenir Sousuke wants and he says “nothing sweet” (it was really cute). Finally, Nitori and Momo are talking about practicing together to prepare for Nationals. Sousuke overhears the conversation and the two of them tell him they’re nervous about swimming at Nationals for the first time. Sousuke gives them some advice and offers to watch them practice sometime too.

Because it has no relevance to the Samezuka plot line, Episode 12 is completely skipped. Sorry RinHaru fans, your ship is cut. 

Not much is shown from Episode 13 aside from Rin coming back, the third years graduating and Nitori becoming captain, and Rin telling Sousuke that he’ll wait for him to come back to swimming. This scene transitions into the ending theme with Nitori and Momo inviting Rin and Sousuke to go eat, and they four exit the pool together while the ending theme, Clear Blue Departures, begins. 

The ending theme shows many new clips including Nitori performing his captain duties, Rei being appointed as the new captain of the Iwatobi team while Makoto and Haru say their goodbyes, a flashback of the Iwatobi Middle boys (Haru, Makoto, Asahi, Ikuya, and Kisumi), and a flashback of Rin and Sousuke in elementary school. The credits start rolling with a series of clips of the Iwatobi boys from Seasons 1 and 2, clips from the OVA, and the ending art frames. 

The post credits scenes are all new animation. Starting with Rin and Sousuke having a talk on a cliff side park at sunset. Rin is going to be leaving for Australia soon and tells Sousuke that he’ll write him letters again, and properly reply this time. Sousuke tells Rin about a swimmer that caught his interest at the National tournament, Ikuya. He remembers when Ikuya swam Breast in middle school, but says he’s become more talented because he performed well in the individual medley. But most notably was that Ikuya’s freestyle swimming was exactly the same as Haru’s. Sousuke warns Rin about Ikuya since it’s likely that they may complete agains each other in the future. Transition to Ikuya in his dorm room with his roommate, Hiyori who is also on the swim team. Ikuya exits the room to call Natsuya. (Hiyori: “where are you going?”. Ikuya: “to call my brother *leaves*” Hiyori: “calling his onii-chan, huh”. Ikuya: “*comes back in* don’t call him that *leaves again*”. Hiyori: “lol that was cute”). Next is Asahi at his swim club saying goodbye to his kouhai. He gets a text from Kisumi saying “Let’s meet up!” (something like that) and Asahi agrees to meet up in Iwatobi in May. Reading Asahi’s reply, Kisumi thinks about how he wants to meet up with everyone again. The final scene is Haru and Makoto at Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo. Clearly still getting used to Tokyo life by commenting on how big and busy it is, they both agree that they’re excited to start moving towards the future. The frames switch between the two of them standing in Tokyo and standing alone on starting blocks in a large stadium, Haru in his swimsuit and Makoto wearing his Iwatobi SC coaching wetsuit. An announcer says “ Take your marks. Go.” and they cross the intersection, and the scene fades out with “See you next stage” in the corner. 

A preview for Take Your Marks is at the end, where Style Five is commenting about new stories that will be told from after Haru’s graduation in March. Four “episode” titles are given, #1 運命のチョイス Choice of Fate #2 秘湯のクーリングダウン The Secret Hot Spring of Cooling Down #3 結束のバタフライ Bonds of Butterfly #4 旅立ちのエターナルブルー Eternal Blue Departure, along with the release date for Take Your Marks, 10/28. No footage from TYM is shown, there’s only clips from FrFr! under the character voices.

This is now OVER!

Our fragrance for Hancock will be called Isodoped, and one will be sent to @road-slime

The winner of Eternal Steel was chosen from a bowl of written out names, Hunger Games style. The odds were in @belleroo ‘s favor!


Perfumes/Colognes in Fallout 4 inspired fragrances, including our traditional oil roll-on style, our moisturizing mists for body and hair, and for the first time a traditional perfumer’s alcohol based parfum (spray).

Pictured: Fancy Lads Snack Cakes, Power Armor Grease & Testosterone ( @papidanse that one will be on its way to you tomorrow! I know you’ll dig it) Wooden Soldier, Eternal Steel (NEW!), Valentine Detective Agency, What’s the Angle Here…, and Nuka Cola (Cherry version is also available).

I have a PERFECT scent blended for Hancock! Here’s the thing - I don’t have a NAME for the Hancock one. HELP! Reblog this with your idea for a name for it; I’ll pick one of those, and that person will get a free roll-on of it. <3 (Description if you need inspiration: It’s all about his coat. A hint of grape mentats, a touch of gunpowder, and a pleasant blend of musk, patchouli, and amber (all sweetened with a bit of caramel) because damn, that’s an old coat.)

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You all had great ideas, and I chose to go with the “obvious” Isodoped. It was a close race between that and Of The People, For The People,  and the first person who suggested that (Kat?) will get a certain bonus in their package if they decide to place an order. ^_^ I will contact the winner as soon as I finish posting this.

Shockingly, I don’t think too many have entered the contest to win a bottle of Eternal Steel. Again, just relog (or edit your prior reblog) to say you’re interested and your name will be included! I’ll be choosing tomorrow afternoon/evening, whenever the kids allow it.

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I also want to give away a roll-on of Eternal Steel. It’s new and I have a lot of followers who love Maxson! (Again, inspired by his coat: Leather, cold steel, rich bourbon and vanilla tobacco, a touch of ozone from laser rifles; an interesting mix of warm and sharp notes. Quite masculine.) The rules: I don’t want this to go to someone who just wants a freebie, I want it to go to a FO fan, especially a Maxson one. So you have to be following me, and your blog has to have some obvious FO content. If you’re interested in this giveaway, just send me a comment! ^_^ It’ll be done Hunger Games style, names in a bowl.

Shop, which will be reopened soon: False Nostalgia Shiny Scents & Sundries

PS: yes, I’m working on more. Preston’s is going to be lovely.