lol idk what prompted me to make this but

theemoestdemon  asked:

That teddy bear fic was so cute (it was my request XD) Makes me wonder what Marco's first reaction to Tom trying to take him was lol

I think it goes something like this!!!!!!! IDK if you wanted this to be written as a prompt, but I did anyway!

Sorry if my writing is bad recently, you know, maybe short of poor. I’ve just not been feeling to confident with my writing abilities. I’m going through a “nothing I do is good enough” phase and it’s sort of making me feel like there’s no point in trying. But I want to try because I love it but I feel like I love myself for stupid reasons. AHHH I hate having smart siblings!

Marco shot up in bed, panting. His eyes scanned the room and he gulped. A mysterious noise had awoken him. Marco looked around the room and tried to spy whatever creature woke him up. He knew he wasn’t crazy. Something jumped on his bed, and then hit the floor hard, resulting in a meow coming from the creature. Marco looked around and gasped when he saw a dark figure in the corner of the room. Marco swallowed hard and, without taking his eyes off the monster, he reached over and flipped the light on.

The creature let out a hiss at the light, and before Marco could get a good look at him he screamed from the noise. But his scream was short lived once he processed the figure in front of him. “Tom!” Marco cried. “Why on earth would you come in here like that!? You scared the crap out of me!?” He cried. Marco looked over and saw the windowpane was broken. “Did you break my window?” Marco asked, looking over at the demon.

“I-I had to come see you, and I-I teleported on the roof by mistake.” Tom explained. Marco wanted to reprimand the demon again, but he looked over and saw him sitting on the rug like a cat. His eyes were getting big and shiny.

“Oh stop looking at me like that.” Marco tried. He opened his arms and Tom perked up, running over to jump up ontop of Marco in a hug. “What’s the matter, Tom? Why did you need to see me?” He asked.

“You aren’t mad for me breaking in the window and scaring you?” Tom asked.

“Well, you didn’t SCARE me.” Marco lied. Tom just gave Marco a look and the human narrowed his eyes at his demon. “Do you want to get kicked out?” He asked. Tom snickered and shook his head. “Good, then tell me what possessed you to come see me at three in the morning.” Marco repeated. Tom blushed and looked away.

“I… I was having trouble sleeping.” He mumbled. Marco leaned forward and Tom sniffled a little bit. “I had a nightmare… a bad one…” He whispered. Marco took Tom in his arms and gave him kisses all over his face. “I know it’s not rational… but I felt like I had to see you. And I tried to tell myself it was irrational but I just, couldn’t sleep until I saw you.” Tom explained. He was trying to wipe away his tears as fast as he could, before they fell. He tried to keep a clear and composed look, but his instability was evident.

“Hey, Tom, it’s okay.” Marco promised. Tom smiled a little bit and Marco rubbed his back. “You don’t need to be rational. We’re in love, and that’s the most irrational thing ever.” marco joked. Tom laughed and Marco gave him another kiss. “You don’t need an excuse to come see me, and you don’t need to explain yourself. If this ever happens, I WANT you to come to me. So I can help you and make it better.” Marco told him.

“Thanks Mar-Mar.” Tom whispered. “I knew I could rely on you.” He beamed and Marco tackled him in kisses. Tom giggled and playfully shoved him. They giggled together and kissed for a while longer before a voice interrupted.

“MARCO! Tom can stay the night but keep quiet! It’s three in the morning!” Rafael yelled from the next bedroom over. Tom and Marco blushed violently and exchanged looks, before bursting out in giggles.

“You look tired, we both look tired.” Marco yawned. “We should get some sleep.” He lulled Tom under the blankets and the two boys cuddled close. “You okay?” Marco asked. Tom nodded and put Marco’s arms positioned around him. Marco got the hint and held the demon close. “Do you want to talk about it?” Marco asked. Tom shook his head.

“No, it’s not important now.” He told him. “Maybe in the morning, if you think it’ll help… but now I think we need some sleep.” He told Marco. Marco nodded and held him close, giving him one last goodnight kiss.

“If it wakes you up again, wake me up too.” Marco told him.

“Why?” Tom asked. “That won’t do anything, you can’t change my dreams, and then you’ll just be tired.” Tom explained. “We’re being irrational again.” Marco cut Tom off with a kiss.

“I want to be awake with you, and I want to hold you, and comfort you.” Marco told him. “Let’s stop being rational. And start being more in love.” Marco giggled. Tom laughed as well and nuzzled the human boy, kissing his hair and cheeks.

“I think that’s a great idea.” He whispered. Marco smiled and held Tom close again.

“And just so you know, I can change your dreams.” Marco told him.

“How so?” Tom rolled his eyes.

“Well have you ever noticed that when you take a nap on me, you never have bad dreams?” Marco asked. “It’s because I chase away all the nightmares, for my Tommy.” He smiled at Tom’s blush and scratched behind his ear. Tom was about to keep talking about how that was impossible, but he started think. He never had nightmares around Marco.

“W-wait… you have powers?” Tom asked. Marco rolled over.

“Goodnight, Tom.” He teased. Tom shot up and leaned over Marco, so he was facing the human face-to-face.

“Marco wait! You have superpowers!?”


kirigakure saizo x mc (unnamed)

a/n: this one is for @bakers97 who requested everyone’s favorite ninja (or maybe not after this event idk hotaru is making me feel some kind of way) for prompt 3 from this list - “could you be happy, here, with me?” enjoy!! @jemchew you’ll catch up sometime lol

prompt 3 - “could you be happy, here, with me?” - saizo

She knows Saizo much better than he wants her to, she’s sure — she knows where he hides when it rains, and when he wants to escape responsibility, and she knows what to say to make him smile just a tiny bit softer than usual.

Most of all, she knows when he’s lying — and, more importantly, when he’s about to crack open the windows of his soul just enough to let her peek inside.

It’s when there have been no words said, for a long, long time, and the moon turns his eyes liquid and smooth. He always keeps her from looking at him, her head pressed against his chest and his hand running through her hair, discreetly holding her gaze way from him.

She wonders what he’s hiding, or if he doesn’t trust himself to follow through if he meets her eyes; or, if it’s just such a part of his nature to hide that he hardly thinks anymore before doing it.

She sighs contentedly, nuzzling against his shoulder, eyes closed.

“Hm,” he replies, and she can picture the smile on his face, the left corner lifted just a touch higher than the right, mischief teasing at the edges but not entirely present. It’s enough to bring a smile to her own lips, and then his hand suddenly halts — just for a moment, but it’s a moment she notices.

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what im weak for this week

SOOOOO i haven’t done one of these in almost a month! i think it’s high-time to get back on track again! hopefully i can come out with the next one on the 11th instead of a month later.

this is long. like srsly long. like wow. it took me an hour. i could’ve written a whole fic.

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anonymous asked:

modern au marcoacesabo

lol so i suck at making aus? So I went and found this on some prompt list and idk hope this is okay?


“–really appreciate it,” a voice is saying. “Thank you so much for giving me a chance.”

The answering murmur is too low to make out, but it doesn’t matter because Ace knows that voice. He stops pacing and edges a little closer to the door, because this can’t be what he thinks it is.

“Of course,” that voice says again, and Ace backs up to the other end of the hallway just before the door opens.

It’s another student, he notices, blond and tall and pretty, and quite likely there to steal what is his. Sure enough, Professor Marco is right behind him. “I’ll let you know soon, yoi,” he’s saying, and it’s exactly as Ace feared.

He steps forward, and Professor Marco’s eyes dart to him. “Oh, Ace!” he says. “I was starting to think you weren’t interested.”

Ace sticks his gaze on Marco and ignores the other student. “Of course I am,” he says instead. “You don’t often have TA positions available, so I just wasn’t expecting it.” He waves his handful of papers. “Had to get references.”

“References,” the other student repeats quietly, and Ace almost doesn’t grin.

“Well, come in, yoi,” Professor Marco says, and holds the door open. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting two such qualified applicants.

It’s Ace’s turn to echo, "Qualified,” under his breath, and the brat doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

Professor Marco accepts the references and application papers Ace spent so long carefully filling out  and takes them to his desk. “Both of you come highly recommended, yoi,” he says, sitting. “I know you from class, of course, and mentoring,” which is Ace, of course, because Ace is the best candidate. But then he looks at the other student and continues, “And Professor Dragon has nothing but praise for you.”

Shit. If Professor Dragon’s backing his rival, all the references in the world aren’t going to help.

“This is a dilemma, yoi,” he says, then leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers, gazing at them both.

Ace straightens his spine and stops chewing on his lip, aware of every second spent under that considering gaze. He runs his palms down the nice shirt he wore, just in case, and hopes it stops soon because he can feel the blush starting, and–

–and then Professor Marco says, “Well, I suppose you can share, yoi. There’s enough grading to go around anyway, so just plan everything together and then–switch off days or something.”

They both stare at him with varying degrees of betrayal.

Ace bites back on his first reply of with him? and his second reply of that’s not fair! and pastes a smile on his face. “Of course,” he says, and if he doesn’t sound happy, well, at least he doesn’t sound upset. “We’ll share.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” the blond guy agrees, and he’s definitely a better actor than Ace, that’s for sure, because his grin says happy while his eyes say murder.

“Great, yoi,” Professor Marco says, and stares at them for a bit. They both stare back, until he raises an eyebrow and says, “You can leave now.”

“Leave,” Ace echoes. “Right! Yeah, I’ll just be going. Thanks, Professor Marco!”

“Thank you again,” the blond says graciously, and then the asshole has the gall to step aside and let Ace go through the door first, complete with mocking little bow.

The door closes behind them and they walk in step until they’re out the door of the building, far enough away that there’s no chance at all of the professor hearing them. Then Ace turns to the blond guy and leans in, stepping forward and trying to back him into the building’s outer wall. “We’re not sharing,” he says.

The blond steps back easy enough, but then leans casually on the wall and smiles at him. “Of course we’re not,” he agrees mildly.

“I know what you’re aiming for,” Ace hisses, and he has the audacity to laugh.

“I’m here for the credit hours,” he says, and then puts on a fake surprised look, complete with batting lashes. “Why, what are you thinking? Maybe you think I’m here for the same reason as you?”

“Wha–no! I’m not–what?!” The guy laughs and pats his cheek, and Ace flinches. “Don’t touch me!”

He raises both hands in obvious surrender. “Sorry,” he says, and maybe even means it, but Ace is taking nothing about this guy on faith. Except–

“Hey,” Ace says, eyes narrowing. The asshole has a scar around his left eye, big and blatant, but something about those eyes and the turn of his nose and the tilt of that smile is just–isn’t it familiar? “Hey, don’t I know you?”

anonymous asked:

I love that your just a chill vld blog (no debates or hate or but what ifs analytical theories) also broganes. One of fav vld blogs besides the art ones.

that makes me so happy, anon. :”) i try my best to not get into heated debates b/c i’m sure there are people who don’t like seeing that on their dash. like, i don’t actually have anything against the discourse, though? i think there are definitely things that NEED to be said and discussed, especially if it’s harmful to others. i’m fine w it as long as both parties are civil and mature about what they’re discussing. 

either way, thank u so much!! <3

Cold City Air and Strangers

Summary:Because streets and cold city air is said to be good for clearing your mind; but how will he had even imagined that a stranger was about to enter his life and make it 100x better?

Pairing: Minho x Newt | Minewt

Genre: AU; Fluff

Word Count: 2.6K words (I guess it is worth reading it)

Rating: I don’t even know this, and you might either don’t care so whatever.

Warnings: I don’t feel like there’s any(?) I don’t know, like mentions of alcohol.

A/N: So this took me forever and IT’S NOT EVEN WHAT I WAS TRYING TO WRITE IT TOOK SUCH A DIFFERENT TURN AND IDK I liked it. Also the tittle is awful but I have no idea about this lol
Anyways, feedback is greatly appreciated and I’m taking prompts too if you’d like me writing anything. Here’s my askbox, is always open for anything☺.


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