late night work meetings

Amelia (Part 1 of 3)


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You technically met Amy first.

Note: Untitled Garbage Mystery Fic is no longer Untitled or a Mystery!

Okay, so this was initially gonna be a small thing and then it kinda got away from me so it’s a slightly less small thing? I basically needed to write something that wasn’t academic for once in my life and then this happened (with a great deal of help from @fragmentofmymind who is the greatest and listens to me every time I hit a metaphorical writing speed bump)

It’s far from the best thing I’ve ever written but I’ve had fun in this universe so far (and hope you do too). Thanks for being patient with me, my dudes. I LOVE YOU LOTS.

Word Count: 11,336 (shout out to slow burn lmao)

There’s a quiet power in wielding a camera, a strength in the ability to either capture the world in its purest truth or manipulate it into something brand new. You had learned this at a young age, stealing your grandmother’s Polaroid camera and discovering how different the image you could create would look in different types of light and more or less motion, even if you didn’t fully understand why it worked the way that it did.

It became a part of you, filling your heart with a curiosity for telling stories through images. The photo you caught of your mother as she laughed quietly to herself in the kitchen, a snapshot of your best friend right at the moment she caught you taking it, a poorly framed photo you accidentally took of yourself while trying to change the roll of film.

It was all magical to you, and it never really stopped feeling like you’d tricked the universe into allowing such beauty to exist every time you snapped a one-of-a-kind photograph.

A camera is built out of complicated technology. The mechanics of focus and aperture, f-stops and shutter speed were more than science and math to you–they were your doorway into a new world, the look of which you got to decide.

Your hands felt most comfortable when stabilizing a camera, your eye most at home behind a viewfinder, your fingers their most graceful as you pulled focus to a new subject–

“Are you even listening to me?”

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RFA comforting MC when MC feels neglected

(A/N: This is meant to be headcanons but like, it’s really long. So, it’s more like mini-fics, lol. ^^ Nevertheless, happy reading and enjoy!) 


Yoosung was the type of person who always kept himself busy. When there was nothing, he preoccupied his time by gaming. But now, he spent his time studying and working hard at University to do his best; if not for himself, then you. While you felt proud of him growing up so much in such a little time, especially in order to impress you, you felt lonely. Lately, he had been so busy that he barely talked to you.

And you understood that he didn’t have a choice, you really did. You thought that you should be supportive with his career and not bother him with your emotions. Hence, you kept your unnecessary emotions bottled up.

Until one day, the bottle broke.

And when it did, all the emotions poured out of you like a coke with mentos inside it. You were glad that when this had occurred, you were alone.

Or so, you thought. It had happened that on that day, Yoosung had decided to arrive home early. So, when he came home to find you crying he panicked.

He instantly dropped everything and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into a tight hug, and squeezed you tenderly and lovingly.

Despite your protests, he had forced you to tell him what was wrong. And although you felt silly for troubling him with your ‘childish’ issues, the boy shook his head and said just the right words.

“You aren’t a bother, your emotions aren’t a bother no matter how small your issues seem to you. They are never small for me. It’s normal, your emotions are normal so let’s handle this normally by helping you through them.” He had said, before he brought you your favourite food, put your favourite show on, and watched it together with you.

The entire time Yoosung did not release you from his embrace to assure you that he would always be there.


It was a given fact that Zen was a workaholic. After he began dating you, he had decreased his hours of work to make sure that he gave you the time and attention that you deserved. However, recently, he had been offered a new enticing lead role in a musical which he really wanted. The only issue was that the practices for this new role became an enormous commitment. It was not just that. After the release of the musical, it had become a major hit which meant that his work with this project wasn’t finished as he had to attend many fan meet ups and such.

To say that you missed him was an utter understatement. You began to feel insecure as if he did not want to be with you anymore. So, to avoid being in contact with you and not wanting to address the elephant of this situation, you believed that this was why Zen was overworking.

However, your trust in Zen overwhelmed your insecurities. Additionally, you were very reflective of your situations. This helped you remember that Zen was an extremely loyal and honest person. If his intentions were to neglect you on purpose, he would not have pursued a relationship with you in the first place. He loved you too much to do something as petty as what your insecurities had caused you to thought.

However, despite his love, his current actions were still bound to bother you and needed to be dealt with. So, you decided that you would discuss this with him over a cup of tea or so. And when you did, he was incredibly understanding of your situation and told you that he will decrease his work hours.

In the meanwhile, he decided to do other things to make up for the loss time 

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Due to your partnership over the cafe with Jaehee, you two were together all time at work, and at home. You were busy just as much as her, and felt exhausted just as much as she did. However, the only difference was that Jaehee was use to the hectic work life due to working for Jumin prior to the cafe. She was use to the exhaustion: both physically and mentally and dealing it with on her own. However, you, on the other hand, you were not used to working and then living in a way where you did not talk about how you felt throughout the day in a proper face to face conversation with someone.  

These days, Jaehee and you only shared conversations that were about work. Nothing was about yourselves. You were not able to share your thoughts, your feelings, or even have a small conversation which made you feel connected to her as a person. This was beginning to strain you emotionally and the stress that came with it was executed in your behaviour and work practice.

It was on a certain day where it all went wrong. The atmosphere of the cafe was downright sour. Your genuineness of your  customer service felt forced. Everything ticked you off and the work was done poorly. This did not go unnoticed by Jaehee, who had decided to close the cafe early in order to make sure you were okay.

As soon as she even called your name, you broke down crying. This had instantly caused her to enter her mom friend mode. Then, quickly as she could, she made you a cup of your favourite beverage in order to help you calm down, before encouraging you to talk about your feelings. And when you did, she realized that she was treating you somewhat similarly to how Jumin treated her. She instantly apologized and promised to spend more quality time with you as friends and not just as co-workers.


Jumin loved you a lot. For this reason, he tried his best to spend as much time as he could with you. If not only for your sake, but also his. However, lately, he was being bombarded with work constantly. If it was not late nights in at work, it was overbearing meetings. If it was not overbearing meetings, then it would be business trips overseas where he had to stay a few nights. Jumin’s lack of presence caused by this hectic schedule was a normal occurrence. You should’ve been use to it by now.

And you were. You passed your time during his absence perfectly fine. After all, you were not alone. You had Elizabeth the 3rd. You should not be feeling like this.

But you were, and you could not figure out why. This ‘normal’ schedule, did not feel normal anymore. You were beginning to be overwhelmed by loneliness. Additionally, the sorrow and anxiety caused by this continued to increase day by day. You tried to push it away and ignore it, but that just worsened how you felt. When the other RFA members tried to comfort you, or offered  their company instead, you always declined. That’s because it was not their company that you desired, but Jumin’s.

You were not really sure what gave it away. Whether it was the extra longing looks you seemed to direct towards Jumin that made him knew, the RFA members notifying him of your condition, or something else entirely; you did not had to suffer from feeling lonely for too long.

As if he knew it himself, Jumin had automatically decreased the amounts of work that he took on, and started to spend more time with you. You were not complaining, but the sudden change made you curious.

When you asked him about it, he simply smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was nothing but filled with love and warmth. So much that it made you wondered.

Perhaps he was also feeling what you were. After all, soulmates often tend to think alike.


A lot of things required Saeyoung’s attention nowadays. Firstly, he was busy with his work. Secondly, he was trying to rebuild his relationship with Saeran which required a lot of effort and patience. And this took so much out of his time that he barely had any time left to spend it with you. The time he was left with, he spent it sleeping. This was because despite how much he wanted to spend it with you, the fatigue in his body would not let him. After all, as a human, there were only so many nights he could pull an all nighter on without becoming extremely exhausted.

You tried to be understanding of his situation. You tried to ignore your feelings, your needs and put Saeyoung’s needs before yours. But, after all, you were only a human as well. There was only so much time you could spend telling yourself that you didn’t mind it, but in fact you did.

You did not want to seem needy so you did not bother to express your feelings.

However, as if this was a game and Saeyoung had the option to hack into your mind, he eventually figured out that you were missing him. And so, he decided to do what he thought he did best: turn everything into a joke.

He dressed like a gold digger and ordered a Jumin cosplay online that he forced you to wear. As a third party, Saeran was forced to dress like Elly.

When this weird situation commenced, you were extremely confused at what was occurring. You thought it was a weird roleplay kink he wanted to discover. For this reason, it was incredibly uncomfortable to have Saeran standing in a corner and watching you with a stoic face.

Subsequently, Saeyoung began to be incredibly flirtatious towards you and clingy. He began to proclaim his love towards you the way gold diggers did with Jumin. The only difference was that his acting was incredible cringey, but his love was absolutely genuine.

The entire thing was a mess. However, when you busted out laughing with literal sparkles around you, Saeyoung could not be any happier.

Then, finally, he had wrapped himself around you real tightly, before pampering your face with sweet kisses and lecturing you about the importance of talking about your feelings. What a hypocrite lol.

MM Rare Pair Week Update~

Above pictures credited to @meteorroid, @rixsig-writes and @princeforestfox

During the week of August 13-19, the mods here at MM Rare Pair Week will host an event dedicated to all those ships that are hard to find content for! If you’re a fan of a rare ship - platonic or romantic - from Mystic Messenger and want to show your love, this is for you! We will provide two different prompts for each day to allow for options and then reblog whatever you’re inspired to make as long as it meets our Guidelines and is in our Recommended Pairings list.

Feel free to send us any questions you may have and we hope you participate!

***Please note that we provided examples for if anyone finds themselves having problems brainstorming, but you are not required to confine yourself to those. Feel free to interpret the prompt however you please.***

Aug 13

  • Vacation (Beach, overseas, staying at home)
  • Sleepless Night (comfort, illness, worry)

Aug 14

  • Learning Something New Together (cooking, scuba diving, languages)
  • Relationship from outsiders pov (family, coworkers, friends)

Aug 15

  • A Bad Luck Day (sick, car breaks down, terrible weather)
  • First Kiss (Dare, accident, after a date)

Aug 16

  • Little Habits (playing with hair, biting nails, how they eat)
  • Locked In/Out Together (quarantine, lost key(s), hostage situation)

Aug 17

  • Cosplay (going to a con, working to make outfits together)
  • First Meeting (concert, RFA meeting, work)

Aug 18

  • Misunderstandings (argument, eavesdropping, late meetings)
  • Date Night (all dressed up, laid back at home, something goes wrong)

Aug 19

  • Planning for the Future (marriage, work, saving money)
  • AU (Mythical Creatures, different era, childhood)
chemistry finals

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

prompt: (anon) Hi I was wondering if you could please do 13, 3, and 4 from the prompt list with Anthony Ramos if you get the chance? I love your writing

13: “i know you told me to stop thinking about you, but i can’t get you out of my mind.”
3: “go on, tell me. tell me you don’t love me.”
4: “those things you said yesterday… did you even mean them?”

warnings: swearing, lotta fluff, v cheesy

words:  2.794 whoops

a/n: you guys are AMAZING i’m having so much fun with all the prompts you are sending in. unfortunately, i can’t get to all of them immediately bc i sprained my wrist (i was trying to turn out my light without getting out of bed and i fell off of the bed and on my wrist lol) but i am working!! happy thursday xooxoxoxooxoxoxox

Masterlist   /   Prompt List

Begrudgingly, you stalked towards your fifth block chemistry class, already over it. You had forgotten to do the homework and honestly had no idea what was going on in the class; something about VSPER? Walking in, you took your seat at the lab bench.

The bell rang and your teacher started.

“You’re late, Ramos.” She grumbled. Her back wasn’t even facing the door when senior Anthony Ramos walked in. His curls were everywhere and the freckles scattering his face glowed as the sun hit him from the window.

“What’s new?” He laughed, taking a seat next to one of his baseball friends. 

The teacher smiled. She had a sweet spot for Anthony; maybe because he was popular, maybe because he was cute, maybe because he was ridiculously charming - you didn’t know. Regardless, if you were late to class every other day, you can bet your ass you would be in detention nonstop.

At the end of the block, your teacher handed you back the tests you took last Friday. 

“Shit,” you cursed as you looked at your grade. 64%. You mom was going to kill you. You groaned lowly, slugging back in your seat as you flipped through the pages. On the last one was a note written in red pen: See me after class.

You instantly felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed that the teacher had to talk to you about how God awful you were doing in the class - as if you didn’t know.

When the bell rang, you thought about darting out of the room and pretending like you didn’t see the note. But Ms. Crump called you back, forcing you to trudge forward bashfully.

To make matters worse, Anthony was staying behind too. He, however, didn’t look upset at all. Maybe he ’s finally going to get his ass handed to him about constantly being late, you thought. Wrong.

“Y/N, you’re not doing well. Plain and simple,” she said almost immediately. You blushed. God, did she have to do this in front of him? This was so embarrassing. What if he went and told the baseball team about it?

You looked at your feet, “I know. I’m trying, I just -” She held her hand up to stop you.

“I know you are. I think you just need a little extra help.” 

Anthony slung his backpack around his shoulder, giving you a lopsided half smile, “Is that where I come in?” He asked, looking to Ms. Crump.

She nodded, “Exactly.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. Anthony Ramos, star of the baseball team, was going to tutor you?

“Anthony is one of my best students,” she assured.

Anthony’s ears turned pink when he saw your shocked expression, “Why else do you think she would be so chill with me all the time?” 

You were dumbfounded. This wasn’t actually happening, right?


Ms. Crump agreed that you should be working with Anthony at least twice a week; at the library, your houses, even after school in the lab. She just wanted you two together - working, that is.

Anthony jotted down his number, a grin on his face as he handed you the sticky note. 

“I’ve got practice until five, but I’m free whenever after that. Do Tuesdays and Thursdays work alright?” He gave you that smile again.

You bit your lip, nodding feebly. You were the smart one in the family, and now you needed a tutor? As if it couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

“Great, text me and we’ll figure out the details. I’ll see you then, Y/N.” He said as he walked backwards towards the door. You nodded, still starstruck over what had just happened.

Thursday came faster than you expected. You anxiously awaited Anthony at your house, agreeing to meet there since your parents worked late that night. At 5:30, he knocked on your door, his curls still wet from a shower.

“Sorry I’m late, I figured we might need some food,” he laughed, holding up a pizza in his hands, “I hope cheese is okay, I wasn’t sure if you were a vegetarian or not.” He waited a moment longer outside before you realized you were blocking the door, moving slightly to let him in. He thanked you before commenting, “You don’t have to be nervous. I get tutored in just about every other subject. Chemistry just came easy I guess.” He shrugged. 

You offered a small smile, “I just feel stupid.” 

He shook his head, putting the pizza down on the counter, “Don’t. Really. Asking for help is necessary to succeed in life. Or, I guess in chemistry.” 

You laughed, making him grin, “There you go!”

You covered you mouth to hide your smile, turning to pull out some paper plates, “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water, please.” He said, taking a seat and opening your chemistry notebook. Everything was color coded and organized. When he took his out, you had to stifle a laugh. Everything was written in smudged gray pencil, papers ripped and falling out of the binding. 

He looked at you with a smirk, “Chemistry does love chaos.”

The two of you ate your pizza as he told you about his day, asking you questions along the way. Before you knew it, it was already quarter of seven. 

“I guess we didn’t study so much today,” he said sheepishly. 

You groaned, “I’m gonna fail the final.”

He shook his head, “Not if I have anything to do with it. Come on, let’s go over the notes from today.”

At first he was rambling on about electron configurations and ionization energy, but when he saw the confusion twisted into your face, he immediately backtracked. The started to explain it to you slowly, taking each thing and correlating it to something tangible. 

“Thing about it this way: So, uh, Carbon moves into an apartment building,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Hear me out, okay! Carbon moves in but you have to fill all the ground floors before you can move into the second floor rooms, right? Those are the s and p orbitals. So Carbon will fill…”

You looked down at your periodic table, grasping for answers, “One s two, two s two, two p…” He nodded, encouraging you on, “Two p two?” He nodded again, more enthusiastically. 

“I knew you’d get it. Okay, let’s try… Magnesium.”

Your tutoring sessions continued for roughly two months before something happened. Something you were absolutely not prepared for. Something neither of you were. 

It started with like a usual session. It was Thursday, so you ordered Chinese for the two of you. 

“I don’t want to study tonight,” you groaned. This week had been especially long and you just wanted to relax.

“Come on!” He urged, but there was no way you were going to be interested in learning about table logic tonight.

Sighed, he put his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Well,” he checked his watch, “I’ve got another hour before I have to head home. What do you want to do?” 

You looked around the room, your eyes settling on a deck of Uno cards on the counter. You raised your eyebrows in question, but he was already up to get them. 

Anthony delt out the cards, grumbling about his inability to shuffle. Within twenty minutes, you had beat him and he was already getting frustrated.

“It’s just luck!” He fumed, resealing the cards.

“It’s skill,” you combated, a smirk written on your lips. He gave you a look before a smile broke onto his face. After another game (loss), he threw his cards at you, making you giggle.

“You’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“You’re a sore loser.” He looked at you a second longer, leaning in slightly. You felt your heartbeat increase and you down at your feel. He leaned in a little more. You took in a sharp breath, snapping your head up. 

“It’s getting late.”

Anthony felt a pang in his gut at the thought of leaving, but diet want to further upset you. He nodded, grabbing his jacket before heading towards the door. You walked towards him, ready to say goodbye. 

Nothing could happen, you reminded yourself. He wasn’t pushing or anything, but you knew that it was close. And close was dangerous, and holy shit you two were close.

He wasn’t more than a few inches away now, making your heart race. Anthony opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t get anything out. 

You couldn’t stop yourself when you lifted yourself up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you on Tuesday,” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

He bit his lip, “Um, or we could do something, I don’t know… tomorrow?” Your brows furrowed, what he asking you on a date? Anthony scratched the back of his neck, “We could get ice cream or something or,” he shrugged, “I don’t know.”

You smiled a little, “What are you trying to say, Ramos?” 

He was closer than before, “Uh, I - I like you, Y/N. A lot. More than a lot, and I… I don’t want to just be your tutor or your friend or -” He groaned, reaching for your hand, “Will you go out with me tomorrow? On a date. Please.”

You laughed, “Don’t you have a baseball party to go to or something?”

He shrugged, “I don’t want to party or anything. All I want to do is go out with you,” he raised an eyebrow, “So?”

“I’d like that.”

Anthony’s face lit up, his grin making your heart flutter, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?”

You nodded again, “Yeah.”

His eyes flickered from yours to your lips, “Cool.”


His mouth was slightly parted before shaking his head, “Okay. Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pushed him slightly out of the glass door, his hand holding yours until he was too far to reach. You shook your head, the on your face brighter than usual. Good God, this boy. What had you gotten yourself into?

The end of the day took forever to come around, but that’s usually how Friday’s were. You were standing at your locker when you heard his ever familiar laugh.

You didn’t look yet, as he was talking to someone else on the baseball team; John, you think his name is.

“Come on, dude. It’s Friday night! Come out with us!” John said. 

You smiled to yourself, pulling your math textbook out of your locker. He wouldn’t go out because he would be hanging out with -

“I can’t, John. I’m taking some girl out,” he said.

“Who?” He laughed.

“Just some girl from my chem class, nothing special.” 

“Alright, dude. See you Monday.” John said, waking away.

You stopped dead cold before slamming your locker shut, turning sharply to face him. You felt your eyes start to burn; nothing special

Anthony’s mouth fell open. How much did you hear? Then he saw your face and he knew. You had heard enough.

“Y/N, I can -” you held your hand up.


“No, really. Please,” he tried again.

“No, you listen. I can’t - God, I can’t believe I let you get in my head like that! I can’t believe I let you tell me I was important and that, God! That you liked me! I can’t - I can’t. I’m done. Just, just stop. Stop talking to me. Stop thinking about me. Just stop.” You turned quickly. He did not deserve to see you cry. It’s not like you were anything special to him.

He opened his mouth but you cut him off again, “No. The final is on Monday. I don’t want you help, or your pity, or you.” You seethed, turning on your heel.

“Y/N -” he shouted, causing you to whip around.

“Did you even mean any of that? All those things you said yesterday, did you even mean them?” He called after you again, but you were already gone, speed walking out of the school.

The next week was clammy, like skating on ice and avoiding slipping past him. You had one last class of the year, and of course it was chemistry. Of course, it was. You had taken your final - correction: passed your final, and you were okay. 

At the end of the day, you wanted nothing more than to go home and relax. School was over, and you didn’t have to focus on electron affinity or pre calc, or Anthony. You were done.

But of course, you were never done, and Ms. Crump held you back. 

“I wanted to congratulate you on your success on the final, and Anthony -” she started, holding back Anthony as well. He offered a half smile, no longer as bright as it used to be. 

“Anthony, I wanted to thank you for being so generous in your time and help. I’m sure Y/N is just as grateful,” she smiled.

“She’s very smart,” he said.

You gave a tight smile and a curt nod, ready to book it. 

“Have a nice summer,” Ms. Crump waved as you walked out. 

You had almost made it down the end of the hallway when you heard him call to you.


You groaned. Was he really still on this? It’s not like you were anything special to him - why was he still pushing this? Was he honestly that desperate that he needed the lame girl who was bad at chemistry to forgive him? 

You sighed, turning to face him, “What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry. What I said -” You started walking again, “Stop!”

You held your hand up, “No, you stop. I told you to stop, right? I passed the final. So this?” You gestured between the two of you, “Whatever this was? It’s over. Thanks for the help, but bye. Have a nice summer, Anthony.”

“That’s the problem!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, I know. But God, I can’t get you out of my mind, okay? I can’t. I’ve tried to forget you and move on but, but you’re everything.” When you didn’t respond, he continued, “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t like me too, because if you tell me you don’t like me too then I’ll walk away. I’ll walk away and I won’t bother you anymore.”

You took in a sharp breath. How in hell do you respond to that?

“Please,” he said softly, taking your hand in his.

You shook your head, “I can’t.” Your voice broke at the end, no matter how strong you tried to sound.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t lie to you,” you breathed out. His eyes lit up at this, “Of course I like you too, dumbass.”

You swore the smile on his face reached the sky, but you weren’t focusing so much on that as you were his lips on yours and his hand on your cheek and oh. He was a good kisser. No, he was a great kisser. You pushed your body flush again his as he walked you a step back against the lockers.

You pushed your hips forward slightly, eliciting a soft sigh out of him. He nipped your bottom lip, making you gasp. Anthony took this advantage to deepen the kiss, his tongue now tasting your own. Oh my God, he was good at this. His hand was running along your sides now, resting at the base of your back. 

After a moment, you heard someone cough slightly. Instantly, you snapped your head back only to slam it into the lockers behind you.

“Ow,” you groaned, your hands leaving his curls to cup the back of your head.

“Oh, shit,” he giggled, reaching up to hold your head as well.

Then you saw her: Ms. Crump, blushing fervently, staring at the two of you pressed against each other, practically eating each other’s faces off.

“I uh, I guess your chemistry improved in more than one way,” she smirked, walking towards the exit. “See you next year.”

You sputtered out a laugh, leaning forward to rest again Anthony’s chest. 

“We do have good chemistry,” he laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Ravenclaw!Wonwoo x Hufflepuff!Reader
  • It’s a day like no other; you’re just chilling in Care of Magical Creatures when all of a sudden you see Hufflepuff!Seungkwan running full force at you from across the grounds.
  • And you’re like 1.) Is something chasing you that I should be concerned about, and 2.) Shouldn’t you have already been here?? You’re in this class??
  • Seungkwan explains (once he reaches you, winded af) and is like, “one of the librarians wanted a student to make a replica out of books in the library, to celebrate the anniversary of Hogwarts, so I said I would do it”
  • You’re thinking, “this explains literally nothing. I don’t understand how that connects to you flailing at 60 mph directly towards me”
  • Seungkwan just keeps going though, saying “I had to run all the way here because I lost track of time working on the replica! I don’t know why I said I’d do it, I didn’t realize how clumsy I am, l mean I keep knocking books over and it’s a mess and I’m a mess. And the librarian only gave me a week! I really need your help”
  • You’re agree immediately because it’s creative and sounds like fun, and you’ll be working on it together so that’ll make it even more enjoyable. Also- who wouldn’t want to hang out with Boo Seungkwan??
  • After your classes for that day and after dinner, you and Seungkwan meet in the library and it’s like 9 pm but y'all are determined af to make this the coolest book sculpture ever.
  • You: “Seungkwan, what shape do you want it in?? Like what is the sculpture supposed to be”
  • Seungkwan: “it’s supposed to be a replica of Hogwarts”
  • You: “it’s just… a pile of books so far…”
  • Seungkwan: “I toLd yOu I neeDeD hELp”
  • First, you go and find a picture of Hogwarts because Seungkwan did not think to get a reference photo, his plan was to ‘wing it as I do literally everything else’
  • Next, you and Seungkwan get to work, and a few hours later, you have something that resembles the base of Hogwarts.
  • You two agree that it’s too late at night to work on this any more, and that you’ll meet up the next few nights to finish the Hogwarts book replica thing.
  • The next day goes on normally, until you meet Seungkwan back at the library that night. You walk in and hear a piercing shriek that you just know has to be Seungkwan.
  • You rush in and are like “Seungkwan are you okay!?”, but he’s just standing there in front of your incomplete replica, completely unharmed.
  • Seungkwan: “Y/N, someone took a book”
  • You: “of course they took a book, this is a library”
  • Seungkwan: “no no, they took it from the middle of the freaking base of the replica”
  • You: “Well… Someone probably needed that particular book for a class”
  • After you calm down Seungkwan’s overly dramatic outrage, you make your way to go find a book that will fit in that particular gap. It takes you almost 20 minutes of trial and error, having to find the perfect sized book to fit in that section, but you eventually find one and slide it in, completing the base of the sculpture again.
  • As the two of you keep working on the sculpture, by the end of this night, you’ve managed to get some of the walls of book-Hogwarts built up.
  • The both of you keep coming back after dinner every night to get this replica finished.
  • And every single night you come back, a book or two are missing. In the most inconvenient spots, too, like who the hell would be able to reach these?? You and Seungkwan backtrack at least an hour every night trying to find a replacement book that’s the correct width, length, and depth that could fit in those particular spots, and then having to place the book in the gap without knocking the entire replica over.
  • Basically, it sucks and you guys still don’t know who the heck is doing it.
  • Seungkwan is getting increasingly frustrated with the “Book Snatcher”, as he likes the call the culprit, and you’re getting more and more tired of having to go back and put so much effort into fixing the holes being created.
  • Five days into this project, you and Seungkwan conclude that trying the replace the handful of books that go missing every day is taking up too much time, seeing as you only have two days left to finish the replica.
  • You’re like “Boo, don’t worry, I’ve got this”, and you go into the library at like six in the morning the next day, which happens to be a Saturday (which means no classes, turn up), planning to stay all day and catch the culprit.
  • You’re sitting at a table far away enough from the replica to not be suspicious, but still be able to clearly see anything that happens near it. The only fault in your plan is you didn’t anticipate how boring it is to just. s i t  t h e r e. And have to pay attention to what’s directly in front of you, for hours and hours.
  • Basically, you fell asleep in your seat, with your face pressed against the table you were sitting at.
  • Someone shoves you awake some time later and you’re thinking “Where am I?? What year is it?? W h a t  t h e  h e c k”
  • You jolt up to see a very concerned Seungkwan, who first asks if you’re okay, then if you realize how big a mark you have on your forehead, and lastly, if you found the culprit.
  • You: “Ahah funny story, really…”
  • Seungkwan: “You’ve been asleep this whole time, haven’t you”
  • You: “I’m sorry” T-T
  • Seungkwan is like “alright let’s just both go tomorrow, and hopefully at least one of us will stay awake”
  • So that’s exactly what the both of you do the next morning. You’re dressed normally, and even brought a few books over to the table you’re at, so you blend in well. Seungkwan is another story.
  • Seungkwan struts into the library with sunglasses on, and three family sized bags of Doritos in his arms. He gracefully slides into the seat next to you, handing you a bag of chips.
  • You’re like “Seungkwan wtf is all this for”
  • He explains his logic to you, which is that if he wears sunglasses, no one will know he’s staring at them (he’s gotta keep an eye out for the book snatcher), and that if you two are going to be in the library all day, you need to have snacks.
  • You decide it’s not worth it to try and explain to Seungkwan that he’s drawing more attention to himself by wearing sunglasses indoors.
  • So you’re like “Seungkwan there’s no food permitted in the library, at least stash the chips in my bag”, to which he gratefully complies, not wanting his chips to be confiscated my one of the meaner librarians.
  • This ‘steakout’ (if you can even call it that), is basically the two of you just playing cards, chatting, and not really remembering why the two of you were there in the first place.
  • That is until you happen to glance over to the replica, and see a tall Ravenclaw boy standing right in front of it, his body facing the replica, back to you.
  • You give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking that he might just be admiring the almost-complete replica.
  • That is until you see his slender fingers wrap around one of the books making up the walls of your sculpture
  • You nudge Seungkwan and point frantically at the boy, which apparently was bad idea because Seungkwan jolts up so fast, he knocks over his chair, and screams (in this otherwise dead silent library), “HEY, YOU BOOK SNATCHER!”
  • This seemed to startle the Ravenclaw boy (but let’s be real, who the fuck wouldn’t that startle), who hadn’t completely removed the book from the replica. With the book only halfway out, the Ravenclaw boy flinched so hard at Seungkwan’s battle cry, that the whole replica went tumbling down.
  • The boy immediately dropped the book, and his hands flew to cover his mouth, obviously horrified that he just ruined someone’s hard work.
  • Seungkwan marched straight up to this kid, you following less aggressively behind him, and spun him around so hard you’d think he’d have gotten whiplash cough cough nct 127… sorry I’ll leave
  • Seungkwan: *pulls down sunglasses* “Oh. It’s just Wonwoo”
  • You step out from behind Seungkwan to get a better look at this Book Snatcher/Wonwoo, and to put it bluntly, you are s h o o k.
  • Like how the heck does someone manage to be that good looking?? His pretty face is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Like who the heck has cheekbones that sharp, they look like they could cut diamonds. (or the hearts of carats… honestly idk how you Wonwoo stans live when he’s that attractive like fr how are you not deceased)
  • But you snap out of it like “oh yeah he #wrecked our freaking replica and we only have one day left to finish it”
  • Before any of you can say anything, a librarian kicks the three of you out of the library for being “loud and disruptive to your peers”
  • After getting kicked out, Wonwoo is pouring out apologies to Seungkwan, who cuts him off and is like “You should apologize to Y/N, they’re the one who’s been working the hardest on this replica”
  • Wonwoo only then seems to notice that you’re even there, but when he does, it seems like his gorgeous eyes pierce right into your soul. He then starts pleading to you that he’s really sorry, and if there’s anything he can do to help.
  • Seungkwan butts in and is like “um heck yes you’re helping now, meet us tonight after dinner in the library so we can try and complete it by morning”
  • So after dinner, you make your way over to the library, which is only lit by a few scattered lights and candles, seeing as no one is usually in there around this time of night. You spot Wonwoo, who’s sitting criss-cross in front of what is now just a giant messy pile of books, smiling to himself while reading a book.
  • You silently go and sit down next to him and ask what he’s reading.
  • At first he’s like “holy hell” because he did nOT see you there, he was so into his book.
  • But then he goes on and explains what book he’s reading, and all the things he really likes about what the author has written, and basically goes on the cutest rant about why he really loves this book so far.
  • You don’t even realize you’re smiling so hard until he glances over to you and is like “why do you seem so happy??”
  • “Because you’re cute, that’s all”
  • If it weren’t so dark in the library, you would’ve seen his face turn bright pink so fast.
  • “But why were you taking books from the replica?”
  • Wonwoo looks away from you, like a kid getting in trouble with their parents, and he explains that some of the books you used were ones that he really wanted to read, and that he wasn’t trying to sabotage your replica or anything.
  • You heart just melts, because all this sweet boy wanted to do was read these books, he wasn’t being malicious at all.
  • Seungkwan suddenly barges in and is like “if Wonwoo isn’t here I stg I will-”, but then he sees the way that Wonwoo is lowkey blushing and looking at you, completely entranced, and Seungkwan kind of just backs out of the library and leaves. Because he also remembered how flustered you were when you met Wonwoo earlier and he was thinking… maybe they’re catching feelings ;D
  • Seungkwan, getting back to the Hufflepuff dorms: “I’m the worst project partner but the best match maker”
  • Soonyoung: “Yup, sounds about right to me”
  • Joshua: “What the heck have you done now”
  • Anyway, you start to get worried after Seungkwan doesn’t show up (neither of you actually noticed him briefly enter the library earlier), and it’s obvious, with you checking the door every couple of minutes to see if he’s there.
  • Wonwoo: “Maybe he forgot?”
  • You: “I guess so…. Either way, we need to get to work on this”
  • After about an hour straight of rebuilding this replica, Wonwoo can see that it’s stressing you out, so he tries to cheer you up in the way he knows best.
  • Wonwoo: “Hey, Y/N”
  • You: “Yeah?”
  • Wonwoo: “Two windmills are in a field. One asks the other ‘what kind of music do you like?’. The other windmill says “well, I’m a big metal fan”
  • With all of your heart, you did not expect this boy whose expression has been mostly a cold, deadpan stare, to be cracking stupid jokes. You laugh so hard you almost end up knocking down a wall yourself.
  • Meanwhile Wonwoo’s all smug, like “heck yes, this cute person thinks I’m funny. Mingyu never laughs at my jokes”
  • So you two repeat this pattern of you getting a little overwhelmed, Wonwoo noticing, and telling you dumb jokes to cheer you up.
  • Most of the time he ends up laughing at you laughing, and you notice that when he laughs, he scrunches his nose up and it’s just so adorable.
  • It’s dawn when the two of you finally finish the replica, and tbh it looks a lot better than the one you and Seungkwan made.
  • You both are about to part ways, go to breakfast, and then your classes, when Wonwoo timidly grabs your hand to keep you from leaving.
  • You look up to him and are like “Yes?? Are you okay?”
  • He’s looking at his feet and says quietly, “I… know that this was my fault, for taking books and knocking it over… but I had a lot of fun spending time with you. And I was just wondering if you ever maybe have free time, if you’d like to meet up with me and go to Hogsmeade together?”
  • You’re like “assdfjghkl yes, of course”, and pull him down a little, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, before bolting out of the library.
  • Wonwoo just stands there for a moment, completely frozen by shock, before he grins really wide, and makes his way out of the library and to the Ravenclaw table for breakfast.
  • Jeonghan: “Why do you look so happy this morning?”
  • Wonwoo: “Ahh, it’s nothing…”
  • DK: “That means it’s something. You haVe tO teLL uS”
  • Wonwoo: “plz let me liVE”
  • So in the end, even though pulling all-nighters usually are awful, when you’re with the right person, they can end up being worth it.
OTP - Questions - Bughead - Fills

Okay guys here is the first lot of fills, there are more to come. I really do love writing these little stories. So I hope you enjoy reading them just as much.

These are based on the OTP questions which can be found here. Feel free to send an ask if you would like to see me tackle any that haven’t been filled.

#5: Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

She tiptoed into the kitchen passing the couch and heard his  snores coming from the lounge. She thought back to their fight earlier that day, it was stupid really, thinking back at it now. She wanted him to attend a social event at the newspaper and he didn’t want to. It was an argument that was not uncommon in their home. She had said some cruel things and he had returned them with equal bitterness. He didn’t understand why she needed him there, it wasn’t his thing, she knew that. They had both gone to bed angry, he had taken one look on her face as he approached their bed and knew that he would be on the couch for the night. He had grabbed the spare linen from the cupboard making as much noise as possible as he did so, making sure she knew how he felt about the situation. She had shut the bedroom door and locked it. As she lay there, looking over at the space where he would usually sleep she reconsidered her stance. He wasn’t into celebrations he never had been and she knew it, she knew this going into their relationship and although she challenged his stance she knew she shouldn’t force him.

That was how she found herself now looking down at her fiance as he slept soundly. He could sleep after an argument, she envied him. She knelt down, brushing his hair away from his forehead, before pressing a light kiss there. He smiled in his sleep, before opening his eyes to see hers looking into his own. She rubbed his shoulder lightly, he could already see the apology in her eyes.

“Come to bed.” She said softly. 

“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly. His hand coming up to brush against her cheek.

“Me too.”

#6: Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

He had deliberated a couple of times with himself whether this behaviour was creepy and weird. He had felt a surge of guilt the first time he had done it. Snapped a photo of her when she had fallen asleep during one of their late night sessions at the Blue and Gold. Her head resting on the arm of the old worn out couch. But he couldn’t resist she had looked so serene in her slumber. As if all the pressures put upon her, that she put upon herself had disappeared. He had hid his phone quickly when she stirred feeling ashamed. He hadn’t told her about it and would find himself looking at it often, reminding himself of what was good in his world.

It had soon become a habit, capturing those moments of her at her purest and least encumbered. The first time he showed her his heart had been pounding in his chest, worried that she would think as he had that it was weird. But she just smiled before pulling out her own phone, bringing up a picture of him, asleep on her bed, beanie cast aside on the pillow beside him, looking just as peaceful as she did. Without hesitation he moved to kiss her lips hoping to bring her some of that peace and serenity into their waking lives.

#7: Who said “I love you” first and who ends their arguments in a fight with “because I love you.”?

“I love you.” Her eyes widen at his confession. His hands holding hers tighten at the words. His beanie is discarded on her dresser and he is in front of her on his knees. She sees the sincerity in his eyes and she blinks back the tears that she knows have started to well behind her eyes. After everything she has put him through, that her family have, there he is, her rock through everything. She hesitates and an understanding crosses his face. She can’t say it back. Not yet. It is tearing her apart not being able to tell him. He moves forward pressing his lips to hers saving her.

Once she had said it, those three little words, she can’t stop. She says them even after they have argued and fought letting him know that despite everything, she loves him, always.

#17: Who is more protective?

She knew that Reggie Mantle picked on him, he was the ringleader of the other jocks of the school. He was an easy target, the weird kid, he wouldn’t fight back, he wouldn’t stoop down to their level. He would just reply sarcastically, insults usually too high brow for the neanderthals to even comprehend.

It was during lunch that they zeroed in on him, they knew his dad was ‘off the wagon’ again and this was the subject of their jibes. Not exactly imaginative. She came into the lounge at the tail end of one of their cruel remarks. He would never show it but she knew they got to him. Even someone with as thicker skin as him could only take so much before they started to make their mark.

She marched up to Reggie, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him to face her. Her eyes meeting his and she knew that edge was in them, that dark part of her that she had become better at controlling but was always just bubbling under the surface, especially when someone was threatening the people she loved. It only took that look for Reggie to realise his mistake, since Jughead’s birthday party rumours had spread like wildfire through the school and the cliff notes were don’t piss off Betty Cooper. He put his hands up in surrender leaving the lunch room with his goons following closely.

He wanted to tell her that he could handle his own battles that he didn’t need her to save him, but he knew how important this was to her, she was a fierce protector not only for him but for everyone that she cared for.

#27: Who orders take out at two in the morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

(slight oops with this one as I read it as “goes downstairs for them” so forgive the slight change to prompt).

“Betty you are a goddess.” He smiled as she sat down on the couch next to him. She placed the take out boxes on the coffee table in front of them, smiling as she noticed him itching to dive in. They were working late night at the Blue and Gold trying to meet the deadline for the next issue. Since Betty’s mum had started ‘mentoring’ them they had been pushed harder and more was expected of them. Not that Jughead was complaining as it gave him the perfect opportunity to spend time with Betty, without judgement or prying eyes. He was surprised Betty’s mum was so okay with them spending time alone together, especially when she was so against her spending any time with Archie. She laughed at his eagerness knowing that the quickest way to this boy’s heart was actually through his stomach.

Years later…

At the sensation of her hand on his shoulder he woke with a start, already in panic mode asking her if everything was okay. She nodded shyly before asking him if he could get her a glass of water from the kitchen. He allowed his heart to return to it’s normal pace before getting up and making his way downstairs to get her water. The tile of the kitchen were cold against his bare feet and his eyes were still bleary adjusting to being open. He almost tripped on the way back up the stairs before he returned to their room, placing the cup on her night stand before he noticed she had already fallen back asleep, snoring loudly. He got back into bed himself, careful not to disturb her as he did so. But he could not help himself from placing an arm around her his hand gently resting against her swollen belly, knowing in a  few months time neither of them would be getting much sleep.

Mystic Messenger Rare Pair Week Update!

Above pictures credited to @meteorroid, @rixsig-writes and @princeforestfox

Hello everyone! 

As of today, there’s exactly one month until Rare Pair week! We are excited to see everyone be so interested in all these rare ships! 

During the week of August 13-19, the mods here at MM Rare Pair Week will host an event dedicated to all those ships that are hard to find content for! If you’re a fan of a rare ship - platonic or romantic - from Mystic Messenger and want to show your love, this is for you! We will provide two different prompts for each day to allow for options and then reblog whatever you’re inspired to make as long as it meets our Guidelines and is in our Recommended Pairings list. We track #mmrarepairweek, and you can find us on twitter @ mmrarepairweek!

Feel free to send us any questions you may have and we hope you participate!

***Please note that we provided examples for if anyone finds themselves having problems brainstorming, but you are not required to confine yourself to those. Feel free to interpret the prompt however you please.***

Aug 13

  • Vacation (Beach, overseas, staying at home)
  • Sleepless Night (comfort, illness, worry)

Aug 14

  • Learning Something New Together (cooking, scuba diving, languages)
  • Relationship from outsiders pov (family, coworkers, friends)

Aug 15

  • A Bad Luck Day (sick, car breaks down, terrible weather)
  • First Kiss (Dare, accident, after a date)

Aug 16

  • Little Habits (playing with hair, biting nails, how they eat)
  • Locked In/Out Together (quarantine, lost key(s), hostage situation)

Aug 17

  • Cosplay (going to a con, working to make outfits together)
  • First Meeting (concert, RFA meeting, work)

Aug 18

  • Misunderstandings (argument, eavesdropping, late meetings)
  • Date Night (all dressed up, laid back at home, something goes wrong)

Aug 19

  • Planning for the Future (marriage, work, saving money)
  • AU (Mythical Creatures, different era, childhood)
la douleur exquise

La Douleur Exquise (French) - The excruciating pain experienced when wanting someone you cannot have.

→pairing: taehyung | reader

→genre: smut | angst | drabble

→word count: 1,235

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The Hating Game Fan Fic - Brown Bag Lunch

A little drabble I cooked up based on the amazing book ‘The Hating Game by Sally Thorne’ - which if you haven’t read you are doing yourself a disservice

Would like to dedicate this to @badnovels and @muttpeeta and all my other GoodReads friends cause I never would have found out about this amazing book without you guys ::heart eyes:: 

You can check out my GoodReads page here :)

If I’m inspired/there is/enough interest maybe I’ll visit the idea of Josh visiting Sky Diamond farm with Lucy ;)

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Bruce Wayne Imagine (1/4)

Seasons To Fall In Love: Summer

(¼) A/N: At bottom please read! 

Part Two

An Imagine that captures Bruce falling in love with you as each season passes.

Bruce had met you in the summer.

It wasn’t a season he particularly liked best, and even the sun-rising skies seemed to never change his mind; the pastel hazy yellows never catching his attention.

He thought the summer felt relentless, and long; too long.

He never liked the feeling of sticky business shirts and a Batsuit that took hours to get off like a wet suit. It was too much, and too draining for his busy life.

And so Bruce had met you in the summer.

It was like any old day, one which he despised greatly.

The office called like a hatchling calling to it’s mother, and Bruce was always there.

The laborious hours of paper and pen felt like a reverberation of tired life. A life Bruce was stuck in, like the stars in the universe.

But he never complained.

He saw no real need too.

He felt like he had an obligation to the people of Gotham.

And so when Bruce met you in the summer, it wasn’t something he planned for.

Looking back, it wasn’t something he could plan for.

The heat of the air was heavy on the people. You thought you looked like a hot mess. Your skin was stained sticky, the air so hot you could count the droplets of sweat on your forehead.

The summer was gargantuan and excruciatingly long.

You felt like a melting witch walking into Bruce’s office for the first time, yet in the summer, you brought a smile to Bruce Wayne’s lips and had captivated his mind with a simple,


Throughout the crest of the summer, Bruce had talked to you for prolonged periods of time. Mostly about work. Yet, the conversation always seemed to change direction.

You’d talk about hobbies, books, life; and you found that the deepest of conversations were under the supervision of the stars and moon. When you’d get off topic, the maze of discussion began. You never knew how you got there, but you’d always laugh about it somehow.

Alfred had yet seen Bruce so happy in years, and was grateful that the darkness of the Bat wasn’t overriding his own happiness.

The nights you were to meet at his manor, Bruce would wait for you to finish up at work, not caring if he finished hours earlier. Patiently, he waited, ready to drive you to his manor, and then drop you off back home. Bruce knew the Gotham night was a deadly place, and it was the least he could do for you working with him.

Although your meetings with him at the office or in his manor were strictly business, Bruce couldn’t help but believe he was spending time with a friend. Bruce was still young, but knew you were someone who was genuine, and not out for his money. It was strange, and Bruce felt loved instead of used.

Many nights were spent going over paperwork, laughing with hiccups and small burps at the tip of your intoxicated tongues. You two would giggle on the floor, and soon grew comfortable, in a short period of time, with each other. Bruce for once found work tolerable.

Many long meetings meant many late nights.

Some nights grew so long, the owls even rested for bed before you.

You two had been working since two in the morning, and although Bruce had been accustomed to the early hours of day, you had not.

So lying on the floor with papers splayed out around you two, you soon fell into the night of slumber. 

“Do you think that thi-” Bruce turned to you, your body still and calm. He smiled, watching your soft breathing. He’d never taken the time to admire you before, this close at least. The candles and lamp light oozed a soft glow onto your face, one which gave you a heavenly light Bruce thought was stunning. And as if you were a lullaby, Bruce followed shortly behind sleeping peacefully next to you.

You woke up that morning, with the singing of the birds. It was early morning, and you didn’t get a grand sleep at all.

You groaned, stretching your aching muscles which had fallen asleep on the floor next to Bruce.


You turned to him

A smile crept onto your lips as  you watched his snoring body rise and fall slowly with each breath. You hadn’t seen him this relaxed ever.

Getting Up slowly, you groaned just a little, trying to prop your waking body up. You looked outside.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, and the sky was a pastel grey. You rubbed your eyes, walking over towards the window, the strange cool morning air a change from the heat.

Whipping your head towards the sound of rustling paper, you tiredly chuckled at Bruce who had gotten up staggeringly.

You looked back to the grey skies, the pinks and purples beginning to conjure. Slowly, Bruce walked up beside you, pulling two chairs for the two of you to sit down on. You sat down, mumbling a quiet thanks.

“Summer sunrises are always beautiful.” You said.

And Bruce looked out, the sun beginning to peer above the earth. He’d never noticed it before you’d pointed it out. The colours were a sweet concoction, he’d never admired before.

 Carefully, he looked towards you, your eyes fixed on the sun.

“It is, isn’t it.” He replied, voice low like a rumble. And it was beautiful.

“It’s the last day of summer today.” You said. 

Bruce continued to watch you, his eyes a little tired, but well aware of your growing beauty. Suddenly feeling a spray of warmth, he turned his head back to the sunrise. Slowly, it rose, it’s colours a vibrant splay of pink, yellow and purple warmth.

This was the first time you two had talked without the centrality of work, and Bruce smiled at this thought. He liked the company, and no doubt you were someone he had grown to admire greatly. So with no work on his and your mind, and with no need or rush at the crack of dawn, Bruce sat relaxed, watching the sunrise with a friend; not a co worker. Bruce had always thought the sunrise and summer was a drag, yet, in that moment, it was beautiful.

 Bruce couldn’t figure it out. This summer felt different.

It wasn’t like most in the past, where the heat was unbearable .  Maybe it was you, or maybe it was the sunrise; but whatever it was, it made him enjoy the splendors of summer.

Maybe summer wasn’t so bad after all, because he was with you.

-FOR THOSE NOT INTERESTED IN THIS ‘SERIES’: Don’t worry, i will post individual imagines too (although i make theses so they are sort of like individual imagines)

-something a little different! I hope you liked! Obviously more juicy brucexreader relationship fluff as the seasons progress.

-If you liked please let me know so i know if i should keep going or not. Comments mean the world so leave them! 

-My Art major is due so soon aghH!! might be a little busy!

-Have a great day!

anonymous asked:

I REALLY LOVE UR PREVIOUS HEADCANONS AND WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO MINE? 👉🏻👈🏻 (its for jikook where they're a married celebrity couple and jimins an actor and jk's a singer and one day while jk was in another country having a concert he heard the news that jimin fainted on set and was in the hospital and jk immediately took the first flight to korea and stayed by he's husbands side until he gets better <3) ((this incident actually happened on tv in my country^^))

aw thank you sweetie <3 <3 <3 I’m glad you liked it ^^
I should be writing other stuff but I keep on getting distracted and tbh these headcanons kinda help me get in the mood hahahah

//Jimin and Jungkook met at one of those awards shows held at the end of the year. Jungkook was there to perform and Jimin to get an award for best lead role. Jimin was a big fan of Jungkook so when he saw him at backstage he couldn’t let pass the chance to get a pic with his idol aka crush aka the love of his life.

//They talk for a bit later, so into the conversation that for a moment they forget where they are. They exchange phone numbers with the promise to talk more and to meet someday for a meal.

//At first is all friendly convos that quickly turn into serious talk about their struggles, hardships, stress…. They find on each other someone to confide in, a support…

//It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. One can’t choose who they fall in love with and with them it just happened. The friendly meetings turn into dates, the casual touches turn into handholding, and the encouraging words of a friend turn into whispered i love yous.

// they don’t make it official, but fans aren’t stupid. There are tons of selcas of them together on their personal social media acc, fancams of their “dates”…. tons and tons of them. So even if no one supposedly knows, everyone knows.

//Jimin goes to Jungkook’s concerts whenever he can. Sends his boyfriend a giant bouquet of flowers and always makes sure to stop by before the opening to give him a good luck kiss.

//Jungkook is invited to the premiere of Jimin’s movies and makes sure to tell Jimin later how hot he looked playing the role of a spy.

//The hardest is to find time for each other. As Jimin’s popularity grows he has less free time, and the fact that Jungkook is preparing for his world tour doesn’t help much. They manage to make it work, though, by meeting late in the night when no one is around too look. they usually go to each other’s place, because one, they are too tired to do something else, and two, sleepy cuddles are the best.

//When Jungkook is on the other side of the world they try to communicate through skype, text messages, whatever they can just to stay in contact.
“I miss you, hyung…”
“Me too, Jungkook… when you get back, what about we go on vacation together?”
“Can you take some time off?”
“I talked with my manager already and since I’m working so much lately he agreed.”

//Jungkook is in the middle of a rehearsal when his manager calls him to backstage to tell him about Jimin. Apparently it’s nothing serious, just a faint due exhaustion and even if his manager tells him Jimin is ok and being taken care of, Jungkook can’t get the words “jimin” “faint” and “hospital” out of his mind.
So he flies, books the first plane ticket he can get and is back to Korea in a blink of an eye.

//When Jimin wakes up the first thing he sees is white wall dimly lit by a tiny lamp on the nightstand besides the bed he’s laying on. He doesn’t remember much, one second he was going through the script on set with the others and the next one everything was black. He had been feeling bad the previous days, but he had shrugged it off because he had duties to accomplish. Now he regrets not taking better care of himself because this will put a damper on his schedule for sure.

//Then he hears movement at his side, so when he tilts his head down a surprised sound comes out of his mouth because Jungkook is seated next to his bed, his hand grasping Jimin’s tightly and his eyes teary.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Berlin right now?”
“As if I could be there worrying about you… I needed to see you.”
“I’m Ok…”
“You better be OK hyung, don’t scare me like this ever again…”

//Jungkook decides to stay a couple of days in Korea until Jimin is discarded from the hospital despite Jimin’s complains. Jimin’s manager decides to give him a break and gives the actor permission to go tour with Jungkook.

//Jungkook’s world tour turns into their first little vacation as a couple and the way they decide to tell their fans they are an official couple (no one is surprised tho, it was pretty evident lmao)

A little Kaz excerpt...

Crooked Kingdom is on sale TUESDAY. About to head to NYC to gear up for our launch at the Strand and tour. Hope to see you guys on the road! (If you come, pleeeeease tell me your twitter handle or blog name. I love meeting people from tumblr and twitter irl <3) 

Anyway, thought I’d share a little Kaz with you guys to celebrate… 

For the briefest moment, Kaz and Van Eck sized each other up from across the bridge. Kaz couldn’t help but be reminded of when they’d faced each other this way seven days ago. He’d thought too much about that meeting. Late at night, when the day’s work was done, he’d lain awake, taking apart every moment of it. Again and again, Kaz thought of those few crucial seconds when he’d let his attention shift to Inej instead of keeping his eyes on Van Eck. It wasn’t a mistake he could afford to make again. That boy had betrayed his weakness in a single glance, had ceded the war for the sake of a single battle, and put Inej— all of them— in danger. He was a wounded animal who needed to be put down. And Kaz had done it gladly, choked the life from him without pause for regret. The Kaz that remained saw only the job: Free Inej. Make Van Eck pay. The rest was useless noise.

Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.

meggelaa  asked:

Can you like, make a pt 2 of cheating on you IM SORRY YOU JUST MADE IT TONIGHT OR SOMETHING. BUT ITS REALLY GOOD and the cliff hanger made me want to kill myself thx love ya.

Thank you for being so patient with the sequel! I am writing this in pieces so I will try to finish in like 20 minutes, rip. okay I’m literally going to be late to work bc this took forever.

LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Starting Over (Cheating on You Pt. 2)

The following day, you went to your shared house with one of your guy friends. He helped you repair the hole that you had caused. He was quite shocked when you explained the story to him, being how good your relationship with Calvin was. Not to mention, he never expected you to have such an angry side to punch a wall like you did. Luckily, Calvin was out when you went to finish up everything and pack all of your stuff. It took you forever to find your suitcases; it was almost as if someone had moved them hoping you wouldn’t be able to find them.

You packed your stuff and managed to leave within a couple hours. You had been receiving texts and calls from Calvin all morning. Just after you were leaving your flat, you received a text saying he was going to stop by so the two of you could talk. Thankfully, you had someone change the locks earlier that morning. It allowed you the time to pack everything before getting a message asking if you were back at his place. After packing the car, you leave your key under the matt and turn to your friend and shrug. He gives you a hug and asks if you wanted to go eat somewhere. Sighing, you agree and send Calvin a text saying, “Goodbye, Calvin.”

Getting home, Calvin immediately went into the room you two shared. Opening the closet, he notices everything that was yours is gone. You left everything that was his, on the bed. This included your favorite SnapBack of his that you would always steal to wear. Cursing himself for even talking with Jamie, he scans the rest of the house for anything that was yours. The only things were some simple baking supplies and your favorite coffee mugs. Trying to call you, you don’t pick up. You were hurt, and he knew that you weren’t going to get over this easily. I mean, he did just sleep with one of your friends.

You tried to build up a lot of work. Any time your work offered to pay for you to fly abroad for a meeting, you immediately accepted. Every week you were going somewhere different, and for a while it helped you forget about him. You never block his number, and just about every other day or every few days you would receive a message from him. He never explained anything to his fans and simply said that you two were not together anymore. You would receive messages every day asking for more information. It was like you disappeared from the online community after everything happened. Even so, you never put him on blast for cheating on you with someone who was your friend.

It was about a couple months after the break up and you were doing fine. Every once in awhile, you would go on a date with someone. Attending some work events around your work also became a new thing. You had a bit of a difficult time with them, though. Every place you went to had a memory from when you and Calvin went there. All the memories of late nights working when he would pick you up from work or meet you at one of them. Your mind was still on him, as his was on yours.

Working late into the night, you are the last one in the office, per usual. Your light is the only one in the office and jump at the sound of someone knocking on your door. You don’t look away from your computer, thinking it is one of your employees and simply say, “Just one second, if you want to come in and sit down, I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Sending the last email, you look up and just about fall out of your chair. “What are you doing here, Calvin? How did you even get in?” You ask, shocked that he was even let into the building. His face looks a bit drained of energy and you can tell he is a little nervous about being there. Looking to you, he says, “Your receptionist gave me a key a while back that I forgot I had, or I would have visited sooner. Well, I did come sooner but he said you were on a business trip. We need to talk.” Biting your lip, you sigh and look away saying, “Okay, fine. What do you want to talk about? Whether or not she was worth it?” His expression doesn’t change as he says, “Yes, I’m here to talk about that. Look, I’m sorry. I really fucked up. She wasn’t worth it and she never would have been. I miss you and I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to pull something like that. You didn’t deserve that, you were the best and I threw that away.”

Thinking about everything, you start to tear up. You adored Calvin and the fact he threw away everything so easily was frustrating to you. A bit annoyed, now able to express to him how you felt about the situation, “Calvin, I adored you. Do you know how disappointed I was when I came home to the person I loved and saw him with another person? How am I supposed to trust you after that? I couldn’t even leave for a week without that happening.” Trying to maintain his composure as well, without crying, he says, “I know, I just need you back. I don’t care what I have to do to show you that you are the one I want. Please, I can’t keep doing this. You are everything and I want you to come home. I never stopped loving you and can’t stop no matter how much I tried to convince myself you would never come back.”

Sighing, you simply pack your computer in your bag and leave him sitting in the chair across from you. His eyes follow you as you leave. Stopping at the door, you turn to him and say, “Aren’t you coming?” His face lights up and he immediately gets up and rushes over to you and showers your face with kisses. Laughing, you push him away and say, “I don’t forgive you just yet, we’re starting over.” Grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the building, he says, “I’m fine with starting over, I’ll just make you fall for me harder than the first time.” It was going to be a little while before you gave him your full trust again, but at least this was a start.

Hope you guys have a lovely day <3 Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Be sure to let me know what you think! 100 Notes and I’ll trust you with everything ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  

Red- Part 4

Don’t Go Into the Woods (A Supernatural twist on a classic fairytale.)

Co-authored by myself (ilostmyshoe-79) and the wonderful abaddonwithyall.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Summary: Tensions rise as the town searches for its missing members. Castiel forbids the relationship with Dean, but you have other plans.

Word Count: 2900ish

Warning: smut

The village was filling with people by the time you reached the center. Dean ran ahead of you, pulling you along, but he let go of your hand the moment other people came into view. You understood why, and you tried your best to ignore it, but a sting of disappointment surged through you at the loss of contact.

But all thoughts of Dean were forgotten when you saw it.

A deep purple cloak, lying on the ground, fluttering with the cold breeze.         


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The Avengers Get a Pet

No one knows where the dog came from. Everyone suspects Clint, of course, since he’s had the habit of taking in strays for a night or two before bringing them to a no-kill shelter. But Clint swears up and down that “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t!” when the fluffy, black lab/chow mix comes trotting into the kitchen one morning. 

She’s sweet and pleasant and thick with black fur, a tuft of white right on her chest, and not as small as she believes she is. 

Tony says no. “Nope, no way. That thing’ll be shedding all over the place.” Tells Clint he better get her outta there even though Clint maintains “It wasn't me!”

It’s when Tony is on the couch with Pepper, just watching television when the dog climbs up on the couch with them. 

“What the…” Tony exclaims, startled by the small version of a bear that thinks she’s a lapdog. He watches for a moment as she circles around several time, right next to him. “No, no, this is not happening, you can’t…” He clams up when she lays down with her head right on his thigh. Tony sighs and pets her ear. He doesn’t complain after that.

Thor is confused as to why they would want an animal that takes up so much space and slobbers and sheds all over the place, but he doesn’t question it any longer when Jane and Darcy practically squeal with delight when they see her.

Sam and Steve take to her right away. She becomes their daily running companion, partnered with Sam. Whenever Steve laps them, she tugs Sam forward several feet trying to keep up with him. Steve always laughs when he hears Sam grunt as he tries to get her to slow down. 

Clint, hey, Clint had no qualms about her at all, never, not once, and is always rolling around with her. He’ll get on all fours and duck his head down quickly trying to get her riled up. She’ll go crazy for a little while with him, hopping around even though her body should be way too big to do such a thing.

It’s not the Bruce doesn't like the dog. It’s more that he’s afraid for her. Doesn’t want to hurt her if the Big Guy makes an appearance. But there is something calming about having her laying under his work desk late at night. And anyway, Betty’ll be happy to meet her.

Natasha doesn’t seem to care one way or the other, but everyone suspects that’s just an act since she’s been caught lots of times letting her slobber all over her face. Nat smiles the whole time. 

Then late at night, when everyone has gone to bed and the Tower is quiet, the dog–who eventually get’s named Lucy–makes her way to the same place.

Bucky keeps the door cracked open now, so Lucy can slip in easily. He used to worry that she’d stop coming, but after many months, she hasn’t. She’ll come in when she’s ready and hop up onto the bed with him, circling around at the foot of it and plopping down. Bucky will nudge her slightly with his feet and she’ll lick his ankles before snuggling up against his legs.

“I told you they’d love you.” He whispers right before he falls asleep. 

Stiles Stilinski Imagine - The Bakery (Pt.II)

Title: The Bakery (Part 2)

Part 1: Click here!

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Original Request: Maybe Y/N and Stiles have been dating for a while and she is going over to Stiles house for dinner and to meet the sheriff, and he does the whole ‘what are your intentions with my son? why are you dating a high schooler’ etc.

A/N: Alright so i was a lot less rebellious with this prompt and basically followed the request. This is set about a few months after they meet at her bakery. 


“Okay, I really don’t know. I really really don’t know about this.” you wheezed, the box of your best cheese cake recipe shaking in the palm of your hands. 

“No no no, what? What do you mean you don’t know?” Stiles stole a glance at you, looking away from the road ahead to look for your hand so he could hold it. “We went over this: you’re going to be fine, you’ve met each other before, plus if it doesn’t work out, I’m sure you can bake your way into my dad’s heart.” 

Stiles gave out a little chuckle. In return, you gave the best death glare you could muster, making him gulp audibly before apologizing. 

“Look, Cupcake.” you glared at Stiles again when he used the punny nickname he gave you. “You’re going to be fine, okay? I don’t even know why you’re stressing. You’re obviously the cooler one, you’re obviously the one out of my league, you’re obviously an intelligent and sophisticated college graduate.” 

You rolled your eyes despite the growing blush on your cheeks. Ever since that day at the bakery, the awkward high schooler called you up, half stuttering an offer for a date which you accepted. Fast forward a few months and your bakery was getting more and more successful everyday. It got so successful that everyone at the Beacon Hills police department visited your bakery for some treats while working late at night one day. Which lead you to meet your boyfriend’s father without realizing it. Tonight, you were going to meet the Sheriff officially. 

“Babe? We’re here…” Stiles drifted off, watching you with nervous eyes. 

“Alright,” you inhaled sharply. “Let’s do this.”

“That’s my girl.” Stiles smiled that goofy smile that you love. 

You followed Stiles out of the car, shuffling nervously behind him as he looked for his keys. 

“Quit jittering.” Stiles rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand before entering his house. It was an average Beacon Hills type house; two stories, decent living room, a few glasses scattered on the coffee table. It was fairly clean for a house that was occupied by two men. 

“Dad? We’re here!” Stiles’s voice rang through the house. 

You could hear shuffling from down the hall before the Sheriff appeared, walking towards you two. 

“Hi, dad.” Stiles gave him a greeting hug. 

“Son,” his dad slapped his back softly. “And you must be (y/n), right?” 

“Yes, sir.” you gave your hand out to shake, which he took. “I, uhh, brought a cake from my bakery. I hope you like cheese cake.” you gave your best polite smile. 

“Bakery, huh?” the Sheriff raised an eyebrow. His eyes widened once he read the label.  “You’re the owner of (Y/N)’s Bakery down at Oak Street?” 

“Yes, she is.” Stiles smiled proudly, his hand on your hips. “Everything there is her own recipe.” 

“I must say, your éclairs are the prettiest I’ve ever seen.” Sheriff joked. 

“She gets that a lot.” although the pride on Stiles’s face was adorable, you were getting uncomfortable with all the attention. 

“Stiles,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “Thank you, Mr.Stilinski.” 

“Please, call me Sheriff.” 

The three of you went to the kitchen to eat dinner. This was the part you were most nervous about. Before dinner, that’s where he’s required to be polite. But during dinner, technically, the Sheriff was allowed to ask whatever question he wanted. 

“So, (y/n), you’re in college?” the Sheriff asked. 

“Uh, no,” you looked nervously at Stiles. He gave you an encouraging nod. “I graduated a few months ago.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” the Sheriff hummed uneasily. Stiles clutched your hand underneath the table to try and sooth you, but it only made you even more nervous. “And what exactly was your major in college?”

“Food science, sir.” you tried to smile to mask your nerves. 

“She was the valedictorian.” Stiles added softly, his eyes hopeful as they looked with yours. 

“I’m impressed.” the Sheriff raised his eyebrows, making a ‘not bad’ face. The conversation drifted off awkwardly. “You are aware that my son is only a senior in High School, yes?” 

“Dad.” Stiles dropped his fork, giving his dad a look. 

“No, it’s okay,” you smiled nervously. “I’m aware.” 

“So, why did you choose my son?” the Sheriff asked bluntly. Stiles gave him a ‘what are you saying?’ look. 

“I care about your son, sir. I didn’t choose him, and he didn’t choose me. One day, his friends just walked into my bakery and I liked him, so I gave him my number,” you shrugged calmly. 

“I see,” he hummed. “But don’t sophisticated college valedictorians with a food science degree usually date someone, I don’t know…a little more experienced?” the Sheriff didn’t look like he was trying to be a douche, just genuinely confused as to what your motives were. You couldn’t blame him; Stiles is all that he has left. 

Excuse me? I’m well experienced.” hurt flashed across Stiles’s face, his hand on his chest. 

“Well, if it floats your boat to know, sir, Stiles is my first boyfriend, as I am his first girlfriend. We’re both as unexperienced.” you said with a little less patience, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t believe you just admitted that to your boyfriend and his dad. 

He’s your first boyfriend?”

I’m your first boyfriend?” 

They asked at once. 

“Oh God,” you mumbled, dropping your cutlery on your plate so you could cover your face. 

“Wait wait wait,” Stiles’s eyes were wide. “So you’ve never had a boyfriend before?”
“Boys who had majors in food science didn’t exactly play in my team, if you catch my drift.” your cheeks were still a rosy hue. 

Your statement drifted off into an awkward silence. Until finally, both Stiles and the Sheriff burst into laughter. You buried your face deeper into your hands. Never in a million years did you think they would laugh once you told them. 

“Well,” the Sheriff was still lightly chuckling. “I don’t know about you, but I think I learned quite a bit tonight.” 

You gave Stiles a questioning look, to which he returned with a comforting one. 

“I like you, (y/n). And quite frankly, I really like your cakes, too.” he joked, a genuine smile on the Sheriff’s face. “Now, why don’t you kids go and watch a movie or something while I clean the dishes?” 

“Come on,” Stiles was grinning goofily as he pulled you over to the living room.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help, Sheriff?” you asked politely. 

“No, I’m good. You go have fun.” he smirked happily. You returned the smile, walking out of the kitchen first. 

“Take care of her, Stiles.” you heard the Sheriff whisper. 

“Don’t worry, dad. I will.” you heard Stiles’s sure voice whisper back before he walked out of the kitchen, too.

“So, what movie do you want to watch?” you asked, walking over to the couch to sit. 

“Anything you want, babe.” Stiles plopped down on the couch next to you, kissing your cheeks sweetly. 

Title: Five Times Emma Kisses Killian and One Time She Does Something Else, 5/6

Fandom: OUAT

Word Count: ~ 7,300

Rating: pg-13 / Teen

Characters: Emma/Hook, ensemble

Summary: Emma and Killian share a series of romantic moments in the midst of the struggle to defeat the witch. Season 3B speculation with a bunch of making out.

Notes: Another really long chapter (I just love long plotty-plots), but the final chapter will be much shorter. Thanks for all the love! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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No one is really surprised to learn that Neal is a prisoner in the witch’s dungeon—they’ve known it is a strong possibility for a long time, now.

When Emma breaks the news to Henry his eyes flash with shock and concern, but then he tightens his jaw and nods. “Okay. So how do we save him?”

A council of their most trusted allies meets until late in the night, working out a rescue plan. Killian joins them about an hour after the meeting starts, having rushed up from the docks. Emma meets his eyes across the room and he nods in acknowledgement—far from the type of greeting she’d hoped to give him.

But their “courtship,” such as it is, will have to wait.

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