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How Drunk was I?

Originally posted by jaechicken

Pairing: Reader x Brian/ Young K

Words: 475

Warnings: Mention of alcohol and being drunk. 

a/n: #28 (”How drunk was I?”) requested by @unlikely-kryptonite. I hope you don’t mind me tagging you! Anyway, thank you for requesting, it truly means a lot. I hope you enjoy what I have written for you! 

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Holly Jolly Ficmas Day 2: Gingerbread

Eleven joins Mike for his family’s annual tradition of decorating gingerbread houses.

I couldn’t resist throwing in a little Parks and Rec reference………. 

Rating K

Word count: 785


The house was warm and fragrant as Karen finished up baking the building materials for the Wheeler family’s annual gingerbread house day. She placed the cookie sheet into the sink and looked around for her son.

“Michael,” She called. “Come here, please, and wash this for me.” 

Mike was in the living room peering through the curtains, watching for headlights turning down his street. He sighed heavily upon hearing his mother’s call and slouched into the kitchen to help her clean up. 

He was just finishing up when he heard the knock on the door. He tossed the pan unceremoniously into the drying rack and raced to the door. Karen beat him to it and he got there just as she was greeting Eleven. 

“Hello, Jane!” She said brightly. “Merry Christmas!”

El smiled up at her. “Merry Christmas,” She replied, in her typical soft voice.

Hopper honked the horn of his truck and El turned and waved goodbye to him as he drove off. 

“Come on in, sweetheart. You’re right on time, we’re just about ready to start.”

El smiled at Karen as she walked in, then she saw Mike hovering by the stairs and beamed. She ran over and threw her arms around him in a big hug. Even though it had been a year since she returned to Hawkins, she could still make Mike’s stomach do flips- especially when her nose and cheeks were rosy from the cold, like they were now.

"Come on, kids!” Karen’s voice reached them from the dining room. “We’re ready to start.”

They walked in and El gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of the table which was covered in dishes and plates containing all kinds of sweet treats. Mike grinned at her reaction. He had always had a bit of a sweet tooth, but El took the concept of a sweet tooth to a whole new level. 

“Remember,” He whispered in her ear. “You can’t just eat all the candy, you’ve got to use some of it decorate the gingerbread house.” 

“I know,” She said, with only a slight pout.

“Hi, Jane!” Nancy said, getting up from the table to give El a hug. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, Nancy.” El smiled.

“Have a seat, honey,” said Karen, gesturing to the chair next to Nancy. “Mike says you’ve never gotten to do a gingerbread house before?”

El shook her head, grinning in excitement.

“Well, I’m so happy you could join us this year!”

They sat down at the table and each grabbed some gingerbread. Mike began showing Eleven how to use frosting as glue to hold the pieces together in the form of a house. 

“You don’t want to use too much,” He explained, showing her on his house. “Just a thin layer to hold the walls together.”

El couldn’t think of a better night. Her three favorite things in the world combined- Mike, learning something new, and sweets. 

“See, I like to use little round candies on the roof as kind of like a design.”

Eleven watched with rapt attention as Mike carefully placed red and green M&Ms on the roof of his house. She loved how he looked when he focused on something. After a few moments of watching Mike work, she turned back to examine the candy on the table. She grabbed the peppermint sticks and began placing them carefully on her frosted roof. 

A couple hours later, the houses were built and decorated and all excess decorating candy had been devoured. The houses were dried and, all too soon it seemed, Hopper was knocking on the door to pick El up. 

“Hey, Kid,” He said when he saw Eleven coming up to the door. “Did you have a good time?”

El nodded vigorously and showed Hopper her house, with the peppermint roof and gumdrop adornments and two little marshmallow people sitting on the tray in front of the house.

"Looks good. Are those little snowmen in the front yard?”

Eleven pointed to the taller of the two. “That’s you.” Then, she indicated the smaller one. “That’s me.”

A soft smile spread across Hopper’s face. “Well that’s fantastic. I love it, sweetie. Ready to go?”

Eleven gave a forlorn look back at Mike.

“You’ll see him again soon,” Hopper sighed, only slightly exasperated with his lovesick teenager. “It’s time to go home now.”

Eleven nodded sadly, then held her gingerbread house out to Hopper so she could say goodbye to Mike. They hug again and when they break apart, she plants a quick kiss on his lips. Mike blushed scarlet and gave a quick, apprehensive look at Hopper, but he was examining El’s house and seemed not to notice. 

“Good night, Mike.”

“Good night, El. I’ll see you soon” 

When We’re Human Again

AO3 

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,900~

Summary: Based on @artsycrapfromsai‘s Beauty and the Beast AU. In which Ford becomes human again after years spent cursed as an enchanted journal, and Stanley and the kids realize happy endings are often a lot more complicated and messy than one might initially perceive.


The fading laughter was what let him know the onslaught had finally ended. Ford sensed the distant pelt of vibrations against the stone, moving towards the balcony, towards-

Stanley.

An insidious tendril of dread began to suffocate him as he realized his cursed form was wholly unable to come to his brother’s aid. And worst of all, the young man— Gideon, his name was?— abused him enough that his binding was starting to unravel at a dangerous rate.

Wild gales assaulted delicate parchment, threatening to cleave these pages from his trampled spine and leave him barren. He feared this wind was bitter enough to seep through even his brother’s thick fur, but as he didn’t possess the nerve endings required to differentiate temperature, there really was no way to tell.

Stanley mentioned playing in snow on the castle grounds with the children the other day, though, hadn’t he?

He lay sprawled on his back, trapped within his roving thoughts and functionally helpless without his brother or one of the young siblings to pick him up. The long years had chipped away at him, cruelly stripping bundles of parchment from his binding with each passing month— each page representing a portion of his memory. He’d already lost so much of his childhood and early life to this unstoppable decay. In fact, in his present state he found he barely recalled how he’d been cursed into this form to begin with.

What was it like, Ford wondered, to be human? To have strong limbs extending in every direction? The ability to contort and move his form by deliberate choice? What did it feel like to hold an ink quill and write manually for once? To consciously express emotion in more than simple text on page? Faintly, he thought he recalled a time when all of these actions and properties were overlooked mundanities— but he’d been imprisoned within this leather bound journal for so long that sometimes the thought of anything else but this existence faded into obscurity within seconds. And this frightened him.

I can’t even remember… what I once looked like, he realized in a pang of panic.

How much humanity did he have left to spend?

The few pages still bound fluttered endlessly in the wind, and he desperately struggled to keep ahold of them. He imagined his own thoughts appearing on pages in written word, frantic pleads for help, in the futile hope that continuing to mark his own parchment would somehow retain his connection with it. He felt another page tear away. Heard it as it cut through the air like a thin blade.

N-no… please…

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Impulse Buy

Originally posted by rundalek

Author: locke-writes

Title: Impulse Buy

Synopsis: Inspired by this post

Rating: K

Word Count: 653

Tagging: @miamorbarba@xemopeachx@nerd-girl-642 @insecurewritersworld @evs14u  @yourtropegirl @esparza-army

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Passing the Torch

Pairing: Royai

Rating: K

Words: 1094

A/N: So a little bird told me that today is @theysangastheyslew‘s birthday and I just couldn’t not let it past without writing a little something. Elena makes our fandom so much better with her AMAZING art that makes me cry from angst or squeal from fluff. I so appreciate everything she brings to our fandom! Happy Birthday Elena, I hope you enjoy some cotton-candy sweet fluff!


Roy comes to the most horrific and world-shattering realization on a benign Tuesday morning in the fall.

The camera nearly drops from his hands, the smile on his face falls, and his whole body freezes. The doey brown eyes that seem to always be filled with wonder and a familiar softness he had long ago come to adore stare back at him curiously. For once in his life ignoring those wonderfully familiar brown eyes, Roy turns to the nearby dining room table, where photo albums are scattered about and hundreds of glossy pictures are waiting to be sorted.

Oh god, he’s become Edward Elric.

Or worse, they’ve both become Maes Hughes.

There were certainly worse men in the world he could emulate, but the memories of his late friend’s incessant gushing about his young daughter, combined with the more recent influx of pictures and stories detailing the lives of Fullmetal’s children stop him cold. His eyes widen and a strange feeling of dread comes over him.

Sitting across the rug from him and eyeing him strangely is his wife. She notices his quick change in demeanor with her usual expertise and lifts an eyebrow. “What is it?” she asks.

“I’ve turned into Maes,” is all Roy whispers, willing up enough brain power after the startling epiphany to set the camera down before it falls from his hands and breaks.

If possible, Riza looks even more skeptical after that. “What are you talking about? He’s right here,” she says, indicating the young five-month-old happily bouncing away in his chair, staring up at his father with his usual infantile awe.

Roy breathes out, attempting to remain patient. “Maes Hughes,” he corrects.

Understanding immediately dawns on the veteran captain’s face and she smiles slyly. “You’re just now figuring that out? You’ve been like Hughes since the day Maes was born.”

Quickly, Roy straightens up. “Y-yeah, but I wasn’t that bad at the start…right?” Suddenly, surrounded by photographs (all of either his son or his wife), the general realizes that this isn’t a new development. Ever since that first time they’d bundled up the child with his father’s messy hair and his mother’s incredible eyes and placed him in Roy’s arms, he’d been sold hook, line, and sinker.

Riza smirks, an unusual look on her normally stoic face but here, with her two favorite boys, she’s free to be herself. Her teasing, shockingly sarcastic self. “Roy, by the time they wheeled me out of delivery and back to my hospital room, you’d already bragged about Maes to all of the team, the Fuhrer, Madame Christmas’ entire bar, and the Elrics. You’ve been as obnoxious as he was since day one.”

“Then why am I just now realizing that?” he speaks in a baffled tone, a completely shell-shocked look still taking up residence on his face.

Riza’s smile grows even wider. “Maybe you’ve just been too busy printing out photographs the last five months to notice.”

Before Roy can even begin to form a response to that, a small giggle is heard from the middle of the rug and both parents look down to find Maes Mustang smiling and laughing up at his father. Immediately the general’s entire world lights up once more and his hands desperately reach for the camera again.

“Look, Riza! He’s laughing at me!” He exclaims joyfully clicking picture after picture of his happy baby.

Riza shakes her head. “He isn’t the only one.”

“Hey, I may be just like Hughes now, but I’m starting to get the sense that he was justified. I mean, when you got something this adorable in front of you, how can you not gush?” Roy says with a smirk, his head still behind the lense of the camera. Riza resigns herself to her husband’s obnoxious adoration. She doesn’t dare tell him how much joy it fills her each time she watches him get excited about every new little thing Maes does as he grows. Or how sexy a man loving on a baby is.

“Well, all the same, it’s naptime,” she says with a definitive tone, rising to her feet and walking over to Maes’s bouncy chair.

The disappointed look that overtakes Roy’s face almost makes laugh out loud, but she manages to rein in the emotion.

“Already? Surely it’s not that late.”

Riza unstraps the baby from the seat and lifts him into her arms with an ease no one who knew her would have ever seen coming. “You’ll have more opportunities for photo shoots when he wakes up.”

Roy sighs in resignation. “Fine, but at least let me get one more.”

His words stop Riza on her path toward the nursery and she turns around with little Maes in her arms, a curious look on her face. Roy doesn’t hesitate in snapping a photo of the two of them, watching as Riza immediately frowns at the act.

“Roy, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” she admonishes.

The smile that overtakes the general’s face is doey-eyed and filled with more love than most people can even comprehend. It’d be easy to forget in that moment that the man was a powerful general in the military and not just an idiot dad in love with his family. “Indulge me,” he says by way of explanation as he sets the camera down. “I just want a picture of the two people who make me the luckiest man alive.”

Though it’s cringe-worthy at best, Riza can’t help the small upward tilt of her mouth. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“Since I became Hughes apparently.”

Riza laughs genuinely at this and turns back toward the nursery. “Well, Dad Extraordinaire, I hope you’re still feeling like that when he needs a change. You’re up for the next dirty diaper.”

An unpleasant thought, but Roy waves it away with ease as he gets up and turns toward the pile of photographs. Yes, he is obnoxious and cheesy and everyone probably hates him as soon as he pulls his wallet photos out, but he can’t help himself. He finds one in particular of Maes and Riza and his smile softens even more.

This life, the one he never thought he’d get the chance to live, is more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. So, yeah, he takes too many pictures and gets way too excited about the smallest things and has become just like his obnoxious best friend, but Roy finds it’s worth it everytime he sees either his son or his wife smile.

Oh so worth it.

Starco Fic: Not Without Her

IT TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT THE FINALE AND I HAVE AN ANGST FILLED EMOTIONAL MARCO FIC FOR YALL I HOPE YOU LOVE IT BC IM TRASH

Title: Not Without Her

Summary: Star has just left Earth, quite possibly forever. And Marco is having a hard time accepting that.

Rating: K

Words: 1977

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Holly Jolly Ficmas day 3: Sowball Fight

For the Holly Jolly Ficmas challenge. A day late… Day One - Day Two

Max shows Eleven that some fights can be fun.

Characters: Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Max, and El

Rating: K

Words: 578 


They had been waiting all year for this: a perfect winter day. It was not too cold and the snow was just at that perfect consistency for packing. The party was at Will’s building snow forts in his backyard. 

Eleven was helping Will add designs to the front of the fort when she heard a sharp “Psst!” behind her. She turned and saw Max waving her over. Will was so engrossed in carving the design into the fort that he didn’t even notice El walk over to Max.

“Hey,” Max whispered conspiratorially. “Have you ever had a snowball fight?”

El furrowed her brow. “A fight? You mean with bullies?”

“No, with the guys.” 

El looked more perplexed. “Fight? With friends?”

Max laughed good-naturedly. “No, no,” she said, clarifying. “I don’t mean like a real fight. A snowball fight is just for fun.”

Eleven still looked unsure. After spending so much time fighting for her life, the concept of a “fun fight” seemed alien and oxymoronic. 

“Here,” Max said, bending down and scooping up a large handful of snow. “I’ll show you. See, the snow’s soft. And then you just ball it up like this.” Max cupped her hands around the snow, forming it into a sphere. She held it out to Eleven to inspect. “See? Now it’s a snowball. And then you take it, and you do… THIS!” 

She lobbed the snowball at Lucas, hitting him squarely between his shoulder blades. It exploded like a firework with a poff! against his jacket. 

“Hey!!” Lucas yelled, turning just in time to watch Max chuck another snowball at him. He dodged it and it ended up hitting the back of Dustin’s head, knocking his hat onto the ground. Mike and Will were laughing and scooping up snow for themselves. 

“Oh, so you girls want a war, do you??” Dustin yelled, throwing a snowball back at Max. “Then it is war ye shall have!” 

Eleven giggled, watching the chaos unfolding. She looked over at Mike to find him with a snowball in his hand and a mischievous smile on his face. Suddenly he threw the snowball right at her. She lifted her arm quickly and stopped it in mid-air, mere inches from her face. Mike’s smile vanished immediately.

“Oh you’re screwed, dude,” Dustin laughed as he dodged another snowball thrown at him by Max.

Eleven gave Mike a wicked grin, then his own snowball was speeding back towards him. He dived out of the way and landed in a soft snowbank, joining in Dustin’s laughter. 

“No fair!” He called to Eleven, who was also laughing uproariously. 

While she was laughing, Mike quickly threw a second snowball which hit her right in the chest. The fight continued like this for more than an hour. Finally, El decided to finish it. She jumped out from behind the fort with dozens of snowballs floating behind her. The others shrieked while she pelted them.

“Okay, okay!” Mike shouted. “You win!”

Joyce opened the back door and called out to them, “Alright, kids! Come inside and get warm! I’ve got cookies and cocoa for you!”

As the group ran for the door, Mike held out his hand for Eleven to hold. She grabbed it and went in the house with him. As they all sat laughing and talking around the fire, Eleven caught Max’s eye. The girls smiled at each other as Eleven silently thanked her for introducing her to the concept of a fun fight. 

Fic: Truly Madly Deeply

Summary: Dan gets upset by watching a movie, and Phil comforts him.
Rating: K
Word Count: 2.1K
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Author’s Note: I’m sorry if Dan is OOC in this, but I was feeling down and wanted to write some fluffy hurt/comfort, and this is what resulted. You don’t have to have seen the movie “Truly Madly Deeply” in order to understand this story, but I encourage you to see it, because it’s incredible. Very sweet, very funny, very sad, and VERY romantic. Yeah, I suppose it would help you to know that the movie is very romantic.


Truly Madly Deeply

Phil wakes up slowly, groggy, wanting to slip back into sleep but feeling a slave to his bladder’s inconvenient timing. It’s the middle of the night, for fuck’s sake! He fumbles for his glasses and crawls out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom like a crankily inconvenienced zombie. After taking care of business, he decides that he may as well get a drink of water while he’s up, so he continues on toward the kitchen.

He’s surprised to find Dan sniffling on the sofa, eyes swollen and red. At the sight of Phil, Dan wipes his hands at his face, obviously trying to banish tears. It’s not particularly shocking that Dan is still awake, but his wee hour Tumblr scrolling doesn’t usually lead to sobbing. Phil walks toward the sofa and sits down. “What wrong?” he asks quietly. The hour doesn’t lend itself to speaking at normal volume.

Dan looks away and bites his lip, new tears springing to his eyes. “It’s stupid,” he says in a choked voice. “Just a movie.”

Relieved, Phil chides him jokingly, “Were you watching ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ again?”

Dan shakes his head. “I was reading this article about people who died in 2016, and they were talking about Alan Rickman, and I was thinking about how great he was as Snape, and I realized I didn’t really know anything else he’d been in, so I went looking on Netflix.” He sniffed again and wiped his eyes. “I found this movie called ‘Truly Madly Deeply,’ and I watched it, and it just … it got to me.”

“What’s it about?” Phil asks gently. “If you want to talk about it.” Dan nods, and Phil makes himself more comfortable, sitting cross-legged on the sofa facing Dan and resigning himself to staying awake for a while.

“He’s dead,” Dan says, and Phil wasn’t expecting that. “He’s dead, and the woman he was living with is grieving, and she can’t move on with her life, so he comes back, as a ghost.”

Phil tilts his head in curiosity. “A ghost story?”

Dan shrugs. “Kind of. But not scary. He comes back because he loves her and he doesn’t want to leave her hurting.” Tears spring to his eyes again and one trails down his cheek. He puts his face in his hands and his shoulders shake a bit. He’s full-on weeping, Phil realizes. He scoots closer on the sofa and puts an arm around Dan, who unexpectedly collapses against him, face wet against Phil’s neck and t-shirt. Phil wraps both arms around him as Dan hides his face, and Dan feels strangely small and fragile in his embrace. It reminds him of the early years, when Dan had been so young and still smaller than Phil. Now, he’s taller and broader, and it isn’t often that Phil feels protective of him like this anymore. They’ve been peers for a long time now, no longer really noticing the age difference, and Dan hasn’t turned to him like this in years.

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INCIDENTAL; meddle mouth

Summary: The five times Bucky had to make an excuse and the one time he didn’t.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Part: 5/6 (so close)
Rated: K
Word Count: 3,749
A/N: Based off the prompts (given by @poe-also-bucky) #4: “I know it’s three in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.” and #41: “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”

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I Like You a Latte

Commission for @strawberrysweetlove35! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for commissioning me!

pairing: jerza, with little bits of gajevy

prompt: coffee shop au with pickup lines

rating: k

word count: 1366

characters: jellal, erza, gajeel, levy


Every morning was the same. Jellal would hand the caffeinated to the groggy, grouchy customer and go back to making the coffee for the next one. It was mundane and dull, but Jellal somewhat liked it that way. He enjoyed busy work and keeping to himself. He never liked being out in the open or the center of attention.

This morning, however, was different. And that was because she came in.

Ignoring everything other than the strawberry cake in the display, she intently stared at the decadent dessert that was made early that morning. Jellal was instantly struck by Cupid’s arrow as her mouth upturned into a beautiful smile. Her red hair flowed in long layers down her back, and it was the color of those strawberries she was drooling over.

Despite being quiet, he knew he had to approach her. This may be his only chance to talk to the woman he had just fallen in like with.

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Someday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @natsudragfeels!!! Sorry this is so short, but it’s been a busy week plus no motivation but I had to at least write something!! You’re an actual sweetheart Mel, and I hope you’re day is awesome!


Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: K

Words: 449


“We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

Lucy was done. She was over dealing with her boyfriend’s crazy ideas. She just wanted peace.

“But Luuuucy!” Natsu whined, tugging the sleeve of her jacket. “He looks so lonely!” Lucy glanced sideways at him, eyes narrowing at the pathetic look he was trying to pull off.

“He’s literally sleeping, Natsu.” And the dog was, peacefully, in his yard. Where Natsu and Lucy were loitering perhaps a bit too long and Lucy was starting to worry people would notice them soon. All because her boyfriend wanted to be a dognapper.

Pouting, Natsu let go of her jacket, moving his hand down to hold hers. “Fine. You’re so mean Lucy.”

Lucy knew he was joking and that he didn’t actually want to steal the dog, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t slightly ticked off with him. She couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, pulling him as she continued their walk back home.

Why did she love him again?

“And besides, Natsu,” she started, voice low. “We already have a cat and a dog at home. We don’t need anymore pets.”

There was silence for a few minutes, Lucy wondering if she accidently hurt his feelings. Wincing, she was about to turn her head and apologize when suddenly he let go of her hand and stopped walking as he stared at her, expression firm and intense.

But he also looked excited, which scared the ever living crap out of her.

“Uh, Natsu?” She questioned, staring at him and not knowing what to do or say.

“Okay, so no pets.” Grin widening, Natsu took a step forward, grabbing her shoulders. “So let’s have a kid.”

Face and neck heating up, Lucy stumbled away from him, eyes widening as she stumbled to find words. “Wh-what?” She couldn’t, refused, to believe he just said that out loud in the middle of a random neighbourhood with no warning. “A kid? What are you talking about?”

Blinking, Natsu moved closer to her again, pulling her into a hug as he chuckled. “Well, why not? I love you, Luce, and I think you love me.” She giggled, nodding against his neck as she snuggled closer into his embrace. “So let’s have a kid. Something that’s both of us together.”

Face still hot, Lucy could feel her heart grow at his words, remembering why exactly she loved him. He was her light, and she was never going to let go.

She heard a dog bark in the background, making her laugh and, pushing herself from his arms, gave him a smile and slight shake of her head.

“Maybe someday, Natsu.”

“Someday is all I need with you, Lucy.”

here’s a cute and fluffy edwin post-canon fic i used as a warm-up for tonight’s work!~ it’s continued under the cut. enjoy!

title: married

prompt inspired by: this

rating: K

words: 927

Winry is practically married to her work, Ed thinks. A scowl crosses his features.

It doesn’t bother Edward that his wife is so productive and dedicated to her craft in the slightest. What bothers him is how she overworks herself, and how often she does so. He’s almost jealous of it, wanting her cradled under his arm right about now instead of her fussing over greasy metal parts and whatnot.

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Jumin Han x Male!OC/Reader

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Rating: K

Words count: 386

Author’s notes: Just a short drabble for a request that I hope you’ll like! This is my first fic posted on Tumblr, but in case someone wanted a fanfic written by me go check out my profile for the request’s rules ♥ Thanks to anyone who’ll read this!

Requested by @itariaart


Jumin woke up.

The sheets were spreaded messily on his now cold bed. The boy that was with him till last night was now nowhere to be found in the room. He decided to glance around but he found nothing.

He streched yawning and slowly got up. He took another glance around as for looking for a spot that he missed before, but nothing. He was alone in the room.

Jumin thought to himself that a shower could wait and went towards his wardrobe to pick out a pair of old pants he rarely used to wear and a basic shirt. 

He usually wasn’t like this, since he was always clean and perfect, but he was feeling a sudden urge building up in his body. The urge to get out of that room as fast as possible and go check his living room, his kitchen, every room in his house.

He needed to see if he was still there, if he didn’t left him, abandoned him. Jumin didn’t care if he only wanted him for the money or for his good looks, but he needed him beside him. 

It gave him a sense of security knowing that he is there right beside him and Jumin always felt the need of feeling him near him, tight in his arms when he embraces him or with his lips pressed against the others’ when he kisses him. That warm presence needed to be a constant in his life for him to feel secure and peaceful.

After he wore his clothes and gotten himself ready, Jumin opened the door of his bedroom and, without even noticing, his steps went faster and faster as he was approaching towards the living room. 

He had to be there. He couldn’t have left him.

Once Jumin got at the entrance of the luxurious room he stopped. 

A boy was sitting cross-legged on the white sofa with an equally white cat resting on his lap. With a hand he was holding his phone that he was intently watching, scrolling with his thumb, with the other he was lazily stroking the fur of the cat’s back.

The moment he heard Jumin’s footsteps entering in the living room he raised his head and his eyes met Jumin’s.

“Oh, good morning” he said softly, smiling.

Jumin smiled back.

9. Ice Skating

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, Shingeki no Kyojin

Setting: Modern Au; College Aged

Rating: K

Words: 1194

Notes: Just a short and sweet little drabble I had in my head. I always liked the idea of them being dance partners, so ice skating partners would be an extension of that. Though I feel Mikasa would probably go on longer than he would, the image of them dancing together in any form is too cute for me okay.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

“Do I really have to do this?”

Even Eren heard the whine in his voice but he didn’t bother to hide it. Mikasa was already skating backwards onto the lake as she watched him….still standing on the snow covered shore.

“Yes, now get out here,” she said, a slight gleam in her eyes though her lips were formed in a usual smile.

He groaned but stepped onto the lake, his skates cutting into the ice. Eren wobbled for a moment trying to remember how to regain his balance. It didn’t help that Mikasa was already doing a small spin, her hands behind her back as she practically floated over the lake.

“Do you have to be good at everything?” he grunted deciding he was on the ice and that was good enough. He crossed his arms against his chest, his hoodie holding in enough heat that he wasn’t cold; despite the fact they were outside in December in the woods, and at nine at night. If there was one thing he thanked his genes for it was that he easily stayed warm. Mikasa on the other hand had not only had a thick sweater on but gloves, something to cover her ears, leg warmers, and he was pretty sure the leggings she was wearing had fleece in them.

“You used to be good at it too,” she said, skidding to a graceful stop.

“Yeah, when we were ten. I haven’t done it in years unlike you.”

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The Chosen One (Prologue) 🌙

A/N: I dug this out of the depths of my unfinished fics and when I read through this, it seems so similar to Exo’s ‘Mama’ HAHA, so I decided to share this with all of you! I was planning to continue this, so I’ll just take this as a prologue. Just let me know if it’s good or not, then I’ll decide on whether or not to write a full chapter x

Genre: Action/Supernatural-ish(?)

Summary: Just another typical day of training with Exo AKA a chance to release your metal manipulation skills. ;)

Featuring: Reader x EXO-K

Word Count: 1378

Originally posted by xonyxgirlx

PROLOGUE | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Sweat pours into my eyes as my strong little legs carry me far across the training field, my silver hair flowing out behind me like a glittering flag. From behind me, every animalistic instinct of mine can sense the wrath of Kyungsoo’s powers as he chases after me, hot on my heels.

With one thundering stamp of his foot against the ground of the training field, gigantic cracks start to form, tracing a path after me through the solid concrete. Cursing beneath my breath, I up my pace and dart in and out of the makeshift signboards obstructing my way, fully aware of Kyungsoo’s presence from behind.

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A Little Break Never Hurt Anyone

Originally posted by crowzley

Author: locke-writes

Title: A Little Break Never Hurt Anyone

Request: Barba and Reader on vacation. For: @ghostofachancewithyou

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,275

AN: I’d like to apologize for how long it took to actually get this written and posted but nonetheless I hope that you enjoy what came of your request

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I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

Summary: There’s a cute new customer coming to Jitters regularly, and Barry plans on asking her out. But to test the waters, he tries flirting with her first. It’s… surprisingly not as disastrous as everyone thinks it will be. Snowbarry Coffeeshop AU. Christmas fluff. One-shot.

Rating: K

Words: 10k

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Notes: This is slightly late, but I’m so glad I got to finish this! Merry Christmas, everyone!


The first thing Barry thinks of when he sees her is iced mocha with three shots of espresso and no whipped cream.

He tells Iris this.

Iris looks the new customer over with an expert eye and says, “I say Americano with three shots of espresso and one packet of Splenda.”

“No way,” he says. “And hey, that’s Wally’s order. She doesn’t look like a Wally.”

“Wally’s an exception,” Iris says dismissively. “C'mon, let’s take a closer look at her.” She sidles beside him behind the cash register, and together they take another peek at the woman standing outside, half-obscured by the large menu she’s perusing. “Stern expression. Classy business casual. Stylish black kitten heels. Hair, lipstick, and make-up perfect, despite it being"—Iris glances at the clock—"six in the evening. I’m willing to bet that she has a laptop in that handbag, so she’s coming here to work, not to wind down. She’s definitely a no-nonsense bossgirl who doesn’t tolerate frills, neither in work nor in drink.”

“I don’t know,” Barry says. “She’s still an iced mocha to me. She looks icy on the outside—that’s why it’s an iced mocha—but she’s a complete softie on the inside. Mocha’s strong because of the espresso, but also sweet because of the chocolate…”

He trails off, and they stare at her speculatively again.

“I can’t believe you’re still at this,” Kendra pipes up from the handoff area. “You’ve never even guessed right.”

I have,” Iris protests.

“Yeah, thrice, and you have a two-year head start against Barry.”

“I’m right this time. I can feel it.”

Kendra rolls her eyes affectionately and turns to attend to a customer.

“Great, she’s coming in,” Barry says. “Quick, pretend you’re working.”

“Excuse me, I am working,” Iris gasps, but she picks up a rag and pretends to wipe the already spotless counter clean.

The second thing Barry thinks of when he sees her, now up close, is, she’s pretty.

She’s very pretty. In fact, she’s probably his type.

She pauses to scan the glass display. There’s a gray sweater draped on her arm, and when she moves her arm to her chest, he catches sight of the logo.

It’s a S.T.A.R. Labs sweater.

Oh, he’s a goner. She’s definitely his type.

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