maybe too loudly

The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.


“ADRIEN FUCKING DEAD AGRESTE!”

All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.

“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.

“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.

Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”

Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”

Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”

“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.

Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting, Nino thought.


One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”

Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.

“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.

“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”

And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”

Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?

Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”

Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.

“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”

Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.

Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.

Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”

Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”

“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.

“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”

Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”

Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”

At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”

Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”

“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.

“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”

“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?

Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”

’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.

"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.

“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.

“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.

“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”

“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”

Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”

“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.

“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.

“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.

Marinette screeched. “YOU WERE WEARING MY FAVORITE PINK STOCKINGS.”

“THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT.”

"I’m sure it totally does.”

Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.

"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.

“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”

“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”

Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.

After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars.
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“So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.

“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.

“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.

Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”

Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.

Don't Repeat History

I couldn’t help myself ;u;

Important stuff:

Ok, I’m done. I did this like, in half and hour and stuff so it’s pretty simple but yeah. *Shrugs* 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.


The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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Guilty Pleasure (3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Angst / Drama (y’all it’s goin d o w n)

Word Count: 2,071

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by peppermintfish

After you stayed at Yixing’s you weren’t supposed to be back until Sunday. However, you made up some sort of excuse so you could go home. The sex wasn’t bad, in fact, it was great, but that did little to calm the war waging between your mind and your heart.

Byun Baekhyun.

The man you had once called your best friend and Byun Baekhyun were now two different people and you just didn’t know what to do. You refused to believe Yixing, however, because it was just impossible.

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Just Try It

Prompt: “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.” 

Character: Evie 

Movie: Descendants 2

Warnings: None

Originally posted by rottentothecoreee

You were a shy girl, there was no doubt about it.  Most of the Auradon kids just weren’t your style, and thus, until the arrival of the VK’s, you felt quite alone.  Within their short time in Auradon so far, you made quick friends with each of them.

Because of your shy demeanor, Jay and Mal always felt the need to protect you from any kind of harm.  But, like any strong woman, you had enough of feeling like you couldn’t speak for yourself.

“I don’t need protecting, I’m used to these idiots by now and what they say to me, just doesn’t matter as much as it used to.”  Walking down the hall moodily, upset that your friends couldn’t see that you were alright by yourself, you headed to class, Carlos not far behind.  Evie watched as you walked on, completely impressed by the way you handled yourself.


Chemistry class went on and as usual, was boring as hell.  You groaned, maybe a little too loudly for your liking, drawing attention to yourself, along with your bad mood.

“You have anything to say Miss (L/n)?” Bringing your head up to speak, Evie, who was sitting next to you, cut you off.

“She’s just not feeling well today Sir, hasn’t been all morning,” she emphasized, “Maybe I should take (Y/n) to the nurse.”

“Indeed.” Waving his hand towards the door, he dismissed you and Evie.  Closing the door quickly, the princess grabbed your hand.

“What the hell is going on with you?” You shrugged dismissively.

“We aren’t going to the nurses are we?”

“No we’re not.” She answered quickly. “Now answer my question.  What is the matter with you?”

“Nothing.  I’m just tired of being treated like I’m not a person, like I’m some kid who has to be watched all the time.” You took a deep breath in.  “"I just feel like I’m some babysitting job that Fairy Godmother has assigned to you guys.”

“You know,” Evie said with a smirk, a plan forming in her mind, “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.” 

What?!” You spluttered.

“You heard me.”

“Are you being serious?” Evie knew when she first arrived, of the big crush you had on her, not knowing she would fall in love with you herself.

“Dead serious.”

“But I thought you were into guys?” She laughed seeing your mood completely flipped.

“Oh and girls too.  Both are quite nice to look at.” She winked happily.  “So, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to kiss me?”

Before you could reply, she pulled you into a kiss, causing your heartbeat to pick up and start to race.

“You were to slow.” She smiled.  “I wasn’t getting any younger.” Evie giggled breathlessly.  “You,” she booped on the nose, “are quite the kisser.”

“I-” You didn’t have any words, as the shy girl tendencies began to take over your reaction.

“You know what?.” Evie smirked, “I’m going to kiss you again now.”

“Just try it.”

not anymore pt.2 | peter parker imagine

Originally posted by stallingdemons

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)

fem reader x peter parker

Summary: “enough okay? you’ve done plenty”: in which peter ends his friendship with y/n in order to protect her, but ends up hurting her instead.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n: sry it took so long my dog ran away today so I didn’t have time to really finish writing earlier. also i’m going to be out of town for the weekend so if people want to request stuff i probably wont be posting any original stuff. this is also REALLY long so i thought i would split it into two parts. don’t worry part three will be posted right after part two I wrote them together originally. grab a sanck and enjoy :)


Peter’s POV:

“I did it to protect her, she’ll be safe now.”

That’s what I kept telling myself.

I hated how I ended things with Y/N, but I had to. She wasn’t just going to take no for answer that just wasn’t Y/N. 

No, I had to make her hate me. 

I had to hurt her and that was the one thing I had promised myself that I would never do. So to cope, I would just keep repeating that phrase over and over again and it made me feel better for the most part. But sometimes, like now, when I’d see Y/N across the hall and I’d see how hurt she was, it would just remind me of the fact that I made her feel that way, and then that guilt would just flood in all over again.

I was currently standing at my lockers with Ned, insisting that I should come over and watch the Stars Wars Trilogy with him that night but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy watching Y/N. She took some books out of her locker and shoved them forcefully into her bag. Her eyes were red and puffy and her eyelashes were wet and clumping together. Any competent person could tell she was crying just moments before. My heart dropped when I saw her wipe away a small tear rolling down her cheek,

“Hellloooo Peter,” Ned said while waving his hand in front of my face. 

I frowned and swatted his hand away, “What the fuck-Ned stop it,” I say blandly as I continue to watch Y/N from across the room.

“Well, you were zoning out while I was talking about Star Wars. You’re always excited when I talk about Star Wars.”

“Yeah okay Ned well sometimes I don’t want to talk about Star Wars-”

“Oh my god it’s Y/N-Y/N!” He interrupted loudly while waving at Y/N, I groaned. She lifted her head out of her locker and made eye contact with him, giving him a small smile. When she made eye-contact with me on the other hand, her smile dropped. 

Instantly. 

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The Luthier (Part 1)

Summary: You’re a Luthier in the cold Laketown and a breathless Bard runs into your shop after escaping from the guards.

Word Count: 3325

Pairing: Bard x Reader

Rating: It’s fluff pals, just happy fluff.

A/N: First story ever in this fandom and it happens to be a Bard one eheh. Before reading it…I suck at titling and english is not my first language, that’s why I have to thank the wonderful @bettythedwarfqueen for checking it before posting!!<3 Hope you’ll like it, comments and general feedbacks are very much welcome. <3

Originally posted by roseberrythomas


You didn’t choose to be a luthier, it happened one day, when both your father and mother got sick with a terrible and incurable disease that corrupted their lungs and took them away in a few days. You had found yourself alone, facing the cruel and uncaring Laketown, forced to continue the family business, your small musical instrument shop. Between grief and mourning, facing new difficulties everyday, you had fall in love with the job: crafting original instrument with pretty carvings, playing and tuning them, searching the perfect shape of the lute’s bodies to make the sound reverberate in the best way. You just wished your fellow citizens would share your same enthusiasm. But once again Braga was at your door asking for the payment of the taxes and you had found yourself out of money.

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Guard Duty (e.h x reader)

this fic is really weird but work literally murdered me and I wanted to make a vent fic. Also like,,,, none of this is an exaggeration lifeguards act exactly like this i even based Connor off some of the shit I’ve seen my one coworker do its a mess

Ship: Evan Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Almost Drowning?? 

Word Count: 1341


Today was a rather calm day, no one argued with you, it wasn’t unbearably hot and Connor wasn’t scaring kids with his glare of hell. So, pretty good all in all. As you’re walking along your side of the pool you can see two boys come out of the locker room. This normally wouldn’t catch your attention, but they’re arguing (loudly, might you add) about something and it’s disturbing the peace.

From across the pool you shoot Connor the “look.” Aka the, “Watch these fucking idiots some stupid shit is about to go down” look. To your amusement the two boys go and stand directly next to Connor’s chair, still arguing. You silently cackle at him as anger befalls his face.

You go back to walking and scanning the pool, but your eyes drift over to Connor and the two boys every once in a while. Connor seems to eventually gets fed up with their arguing and leans over to them, pointing directly at you.

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oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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anonymous asked:

Hi can I request the same soulmate au with professor Ushijima and Iwa please ? Thank you 😊💕

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You had been surprised to say the least when you had a professor who was only a few years older than you in your final year of college. And you were even more surprised when you heard how popular he was among the girls in your class.

Girls were constantly trying to compare the lines of his tattoo, inked on his wrist, to the lines of their own. He was always too far away to really see the lines and see if they matched, but the girls with wrist tattoos let their minds run wild and hope nevertheless. You had few friends in the class, so you were often left to think about your crush on Ushijima quietly on your own.

He was quiet, and stoic, with brown hair and matching eyes. His height was a little intimidating, but you couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t as scary as he seemed. You were often in the same boat as your classmates, trying to see the exact lines of his tattoo to compare them to your own.

After a while, you had given up on trying. He often had his wrists covered by a button down shirt, and you simply could never get close enough to see the lines. Months had passed, it was now spring, and graduation was approaching. Finals were over, and you were in the library returning your study books.

You decided to go spend some time in your favorite section of the library before going back to your dorm. You lazily browsed the shelves, and you tried to reach a book on the top shelf but your fingers could only barely brush the spine.

A hand came by your side and pulled the book down. You took the book, and you were about to thank the mystery person when you saw a very familiar tattoo on a very familiar wrist. Your mouth went dry.

“Was that the one you were trying to reach?” Ushijima asked as he adjusted his sleeve.

“Um, y-yes. Thank you.” You said, cursing yourself for stuttering. A small part of you hoped that he remembered your face from his class, but you hadn’t had that class for several months now. He started to walk away, but you realized that this could be your last chance to ask him about his tattoo, which you had definitely noticed looked identical to your own. “Excuse me?”

He turned around. “Yes?”

“Is that your tattoo on your wrist? You know, the soulmate thing?” You said. Not everyone cared about what the tattoos that randomly appeared meant, but you really hoped that he cared.

“Yes, but I don’t care for it much. I’m too busy to go looking for a soulmate.” He said.

“I think we have the same one. I mean, I think mine is the match to yours.” You held out your wrist and his eyes examined your wrist. He held up his own next to it, and you could clearly see that the lines matched up perfectly.

“Well, I guess I didn’t have to go looking. What’s your name?” He asked.

“________. Yours is Ushijima, right?” You said.

“Yes. Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He rolled his sleeve back down, and resumed his rigid posture. “I was about to go get lunch. Would you like to join me, ______? I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

You couldn’t stop  yourself from smiling. “Yes, I think I’d like that a lot.”

And to your surprise, his stoic exterior broke as he smiled right back at you.


Iwaizumi Hajime

You didn’t understand the hype about your new professor.

The girls in your class often talked about how attractive he was, how amazingly muscular he was. But to you, he was just your history professor.

It was strange to you how young he was. He was only a few years older than you, and you were a senior in college. But his knowledge of the subject matter was unparalleled to any other professor’s that you had been in class with previously.

Today, the attention of the girls in class was on his black hair. He had it styled differently, according to them, but it looked the same to you. Their whispered squeals were grating on your nerves as you tried to focus on the notes on the board. As the whispers got louder and louder, you finally whipped around and said, maybe a bit too loudly, “Will you please just shut up?”

The girls went silent, and to your horror, so did Iwaizumi. “_____? Is there a problem with my teaching?”

“No, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them.” You tried to explain yourself, but he still looked angry with you, so you just quietly slumped in your seat.

After that incident, you could hardly look your professor in the eye. Every time that you did, he always seemed to look displeased with you. You had never disrupted any class before, especially not in college. You never said another word in that class, and after that semester you didn’t have Iwaizumi as your teacher again. You didn’t even see him again until the day you ran into him at the coffee shop on campus.

It was his coffee that you noticed first. He ordered the same thing as you did, and you had both reached for it. You had blushed and turned away, apologizing. He had tried to make pointless conversation with you to downplay the awkwardness, but it only made it worse. It was then, while you were looking anywhere other than his eyes, that you noticed the tattoo on his forearm, and your eyes widened. It was identical to yours. Every line, every curve was the exact same.

You had quickly grabbed your coffee and excused yourself.

Now it was graduation, and you still couldn’t quite believe that your professor that you were honestly slightly intimidated by was your soulmate. You knew you had to tell him, but you couldn’t imagine approaching someone to tell him that you’re his soulmate.

When you had finally steeled yourself to do it, at the graduating history major mixer, he was standing by himself pouring a drink. You tried to casually walk over, but you could feel your nerves almost overwhelming you.

“Hello, _____. Congratulations. I guess you’re excited about finally graduating. I know I sure as hell was.” He greeted you.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you.” You said. “Um, I was actually wondering…”

“What?”

You took a deep breath. “I think we have the same tattoo? I might be wrong, but at the coffee shop, I saw it, and they looked the same.”

He didn’t look surprised. “The soulmate thing?”

You nodded.

He smiled at you. “I noticed too. But I thought I would let you get over whatever anxiety you have toward me and come ask me about it.”

Somehow, the fact that he knew the whole time calmed you down a little. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t staring at you or anything, I just happened to see it when we both reached for the coffee.” He was rambling, and it was a little endearing. You smiled.

“I think we need a restart. So that both of us can stop being nervous.” You stood up straight and held out your hand. “I’m _________, and I’m your soulmate.”

He laughed, and took your hand. “I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, and how would you like to skip this and go get dinner?”

You agreed, and you left the room together.

anonymous asked:

NicoRin headcanons?

- Rin always sneaks up from behind and gives Nico the biggest bear hugs. Nico is very easily scared, and she always squeals, but secretly, she loves it.

- Nico likes to give Rin ‘special 1-on-1 idol training sessions’ where she tries her hardest to coach her, but it usually just ends up in kisses and cuddles.

- Nico gets incredibly stressed out when it comes to the idol industry and how she can make Muse better, as you might imagine. She’s constantly trying to learn new dance techniques, song genres and what the fans are currently liking. Rin often comes over when she knows Nico is going to be overworking herself and shuts off her computer.

- Nico will then get annoyed, telling Rin that she’s busy helping Muse. Rin doesn’t get fazed by this; instead, she reaches into her bag because this cutie has brought snacks and a load of other activities to help her relax.

- As a third year, Nico often gets tired easily from third-wheeling Nozomi and Eli. Sometimes she’ll deliberately bring Rin near to where Nozomi and Eli are and makes out with her, saying maybe a little too obviously loudly how much she loves Rin.

- However, they think it’s adorable that Nico has finally found someone she loves, and invites them out on a double date to a restaurant.

- Rin feels a little insecure making herself look feminine, but Nico ADORES dressing her up. Pretty summer dresses, hair bows, shimmery makeup, the lot. She’ll very shyly tell Rin how beautiful she looks, and Rin is so happy. It makes her feel confident enough to start dressing in feminine clothes when she wants.

- They can never decide on what to watch together. Imagine ordering takeaway, and eating your entire meal before you’ve even decided what you want to watch. This is these two to the max. Rin is more of an action/comedy lover, but Nico prefers romance.

- Nico likes to subtly leave hints on things she wants Rin to get her. It can range anywhere from “Oh wow look! This hair bow is so cute!” to printing out a million copies of a picture of what she wants with the words ‘WOW SURE WOULD BE NICE IF MY GIRLFRIEND GOT THIS FOR ME’ scribbled across them on the bottom in Sharpie. 

- Though Nico is probably the most strict and bossy of Muse when it comes to coaching, she never yells at Rin. Never. She’d not want to even risk upsetting her girlfriend.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering (if you get a chance) if you knew of any or if you could write a fic based off of when echo took Clarke out of the prison in Bellamys pov and when they meet up again after Clarke talks to Roan. Thank You

Thought They Would Kill You

I don’t know who you’re anon but please, get out og my head. This is like the first idea I wanted to write after 4x01. I already had it written tbh, so here it is :) (Ignore the shit title please. It’s really hard to find a right one)
Also s/o to @asavelveteen for beta’ing this

Bellamy is sitting on the stone floor, a hand suspended by the cuffs above his head to the right, the other resting on his knees that are pulled up to his chest. He has his head hanging too, staring at nothing at all, tired from trying to break free for the past half hour. All he can think about is Clarke, how one moment she thanked him for saving her life and the next she was taken away from his again and there was nothing he could do about it.

He pulls at his chains again in frustration, as if this time it might magically work, making it the only noise in the room. He pulls again and this time he groans, the aching in his shoulder throbbing, but he doesn’t care. He can’t stand doing nothing, waiting for the inevitable Grounder to walk in and tell him that Wanheda is dead and now it was his time, too. The thought terrifies him.

After some moments of thinking too much (and maybe too loudly, if you ask the others), he pushes himself up off the floor and grabs the short chain with both hands.

Marcus turns his gaze from Abby to Bellamy when he hears him moving next to him and he watches as the young man starts pulling at the chain with force again. He pulls and pulls and pulls but nothing changed, the chain is strongly attached to the wall. Marcus only stops him when he sees Bellamy punching the wall with free hand.

“Bellamy!” he says loudly, standing up to face the other man. “Stop. You won’t get anything out of hurting yourself.”

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onepersonsechochamber  asked:

Character meme: Lapis

First impression

Beautiful! A princess! Gorgeous aesthetic, magical and mysterious!

Impression now

Lapis I love you but I’m very alarmed by the number of skeletons in your closet can you maybe talk to someone. oh god Lapis what have you done in your history.

Favorite moment

Torn between “I almost drowned a lot of people.” and “Bob.”

Idea for a story

Hey Maybe Let’s Reunite Lapis With Her Wife Please.

Unpopular opinion

Lapis is old and proud and terrifyingly overpowered and was not just an innocent defenseless person caught at the wrong time in the wrong place. 

Favorite relationship

Right now probably her friendship with Peridot and Steven.

Favorite headcanon

Lapis is the champion of the weird sleeping position. Conversely though she’s actually a rather light sleeper so maybe don’t laugh too loudly if you’re going to have a chuckle at whatever pose she’s landed in.

you know, everyone who ships Shakarian always talks about Shep in relation to Garrus: they fit each other, lift each other up, help each other grow, and make each other laugh - they fit.  They each compliment each other and fit the cracks and edges they didn’t know they had until they became whole together, there’s no Shepard without Vakarian.  Not to say they aren’t complete or whole people without each other, but through each other they become a better version of themselves.  

And we always talk about or think about how Shep saw beyond differences and saw his soul, and knew she couldn’t not reach for him.  He was there in front of her when she least expected it.

But sometimes I think how it must have been for Garrus, who came from such a strict culture - about chain of command, maybe turians look down on brash humans, there’s still some people with simmering resentment on both sides regarding Shanxi, and what turians find attractive is so very very different from these hairy ape humans.

And no wonder he was so confused or shy in ME1 and ME2.  She was his superior officer and so very different from turians in some ways.  But in others she awed and inspired him and sparked his soul.  She was so brave and resilient, she kept rising to each occasion and kept going forward.  When anyone else would have been rightly despairing against impossible odds and impossible situations, she just narrowed her eyes, clenched her fists and fucking did it.  

And she inspired everyone around her, whether it was her tenacity, her kindness, her bravery, or all of the above, everyone from the lowest tech to her comrade in arms would go to Hell and back for her.  Because they knew she would do the same.  She was like an avenging angel, a spirit of battle, brought to life before Garrus’s eyes.  And the more time he spent with her, the more that became all he saw, she was so beautiful in her glory. 

And maaayyybbbeee the colonists of Omega named him Archangel, but maybe he didn’t object too loudly or too much because it reminded him of Shepard.

Brains Over Beauty (Part 2) // Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by stvlinski

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 (FINAL) 

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word Count: 1,492
Warnings: A few swear words I think
Original request from @hungergamesteenwolf:  “Hi could you make an imagine where the reader is a veela (a beautiful supernatural creature with hypnotic powers) and everyone gets attracted to get because of her looks but only her soulmate gets attracted to her because of personality and until she finds out who her soulmate is the world is in black and white and she finds out stiles is her soulmate who she has been friends with since childhood. Thanks.”   

A/N: This is a continuation of Brains Over Beauty (obviously). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Part 3 will be coming soon!! 

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Magnus Chase and the Obligatory Hogwarts Au Ch22

Hello, folks! I have an important announcement to make! My sister (remember her?) read this story because she was bored and liked it so she wanted to make some fanart! She has only finished one of the pieces as of now, but once she finishes all of them I’ll post them on my tumblr. Tbh, I’m announcing this now so she won’t lazy out on me ;)
Anyway, enjoy some angst and fluff!

“And the Second Task is over, ladies and gentlemen! Magnus Chase is the victor of this task, with Raphael Beaumont in second place and Helga Leifsson in third!”

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Give Me A Chance

Masterlist

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Prompt: “Let me prove to you how much I love you”

Summary: Theo’s been trying to get you to go out with him for months, and isn’t going to stop until you agree to going on a date with him.


“Y/N, Y/N! I know you can hear me princess” Theo whispered loudly from across the table.

You had a free period and needed to go over this essay for English that you had to get finished by the end of the day. So it only annoyed you more when Theo wouldn’t quit in trying to get your attention. His been trying to get you to go on several dates with him since he came to Beacon Hills. However every time he asked, you declined which only made him more determined to try again.

Now it came to the point where you didn’t know if Theo was being serious or he was just very good at playing the game, whatever that may be. He was a tough person to figure out and each day things didn’t get any clearer.

“Are you really going to ignore me?” he asked you.

Keeping your head down you kept your eyes on the paper in front of you. Until Theo changed up his tactics and sat down next to you, completely making any attempt to ignore him seem pointless. “You know I won’t give up, especially when it comes to you. So why don’t you stop being stubborn princess and just give me a chance”.

It wasn’t like your plate was already full with school work and battling whatever supernatural creature came through Beacon Hills, now Theo insisted that your focus shift from that to him. “You know why I’m not giving you a chance” you told him.

“Because of the pack?” he asked.

“Because I don’t trust you Theo”. Getting up you were about to start packing but Theo wasn’t having any of it and stood up placing his hand on yours, to stop you from collecting your things.

“You don’t trust me because you’ve never given me a chance. Do you honestly think I would ever hurt you Y/N?”.

Pushing his hand away you grabbed the rest of your things, before turning back to him. “I think you believe you would never hurt me, but Theo hurting people is in your natural. And I refuse to be one of the girls on your list that you throw away when you get bored”.

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked away, and as much as you hated hurting someone’s feelings or being brutally honesty Theo needed to hear it…just like you needed to say it.

The whole day after the library incident with Theo wasn’t what you had in mind, how he managed to be the only thing you thought about irritated you. There were more importantly things to think about, but no Theo had to be the one constant topic.

This English paper wasn’t getting anywhere either, you only had 2 more paragraphs to write and at this point you were sure it was going to be near impossible. Looking down at your phone the library was still going to be open for another hour or so, and going home was something you didn’t really want to do so the library it is.

Walking through the double doors the library was silent just the way you hoped it would be. Sitting down at your usual table you begun work.

“I guess we both had the same idea”.

Of course he was here….peace and quiet wasn’t going to happen it seemed.

“What are you doing here Theo?” you asked beyond annoyed that he ruined your study mood once again.

“I thought this was our spot?” he asked leaning against the bookshelf.

“If we had a spot it would be somewhere that’s better than a school library” you replied back.

“Then let’s find a new one?”.

Picking up your bag you had to give Theo points for determination and persistence, and never in your life have you had someone this invested or interested in you. But that also made you cautious at what his overall motives were.

“How about let’s not” you said heading for the door. Theo blocked your way quicker than you could say move.

“Why won’t you leave me alone!?” you asked maybe a little too loudly.

“Because I can’t okay! Because from the moment I saw you standing beside Scott that night when he got attacked, I wanted nothing more than too get to know more about you. I’m not the type of guy to beg princess, but all I want is you. So let me prove to you how much I love you Y/N, all I’m asking for is you to give me that chance”.

You stood in shock, “Wait you love me? You never said you love me Theo”.

He stepped forward coming face to face with you. Looking into his eyes you saw no deception you only saw hope. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me, that’s why I wanted to take you out. I wanted to show you that I’m more than that guy the pack has got you to think I am”.

“You love me…you can’t love me. I mean you can I-I..”

Theo cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. The only thought was Theo Raeken told you that his in love with you, and now he was kissing you which you responded by kissing him back.

“I can love you princess, and I do. So how about now you let me take you out on a date?” he asked.

“One date Theo, just one” you said making it very clear that he only had one chance.

He smiled “Just one date is all I need to get you to change your mind about me”.

He left the library leaving you still in a daze of confusion at how things could change in the span of a few hours. It still hadn’t sunk in that Theo had allowed himself to be vulnerable, especially considering he always made sure he was anything but that. You didn’t know what was going to happen between you and him. However what you did know was that the only way you could form an opinion about Theo was not to listening to anyone else, but by giving him a chance.

Why Are You Embarrassed?

Hyungwon Fluff
Word Count 1,212

Description: Hello ^^ Could you do a scenarios where Hyungwon’s crush is pushed to confess to him by the members but she’s a bit awkward and sensitive so she’s embarrassed ? Have a nice day~ - @mnemosymedream

Originally posted by wonhontology

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m giving this to you so late @mnemosymedream. Last week I had finals and then this week I’ve been trying to finish up college applications before winter break. Anyway hopefully you enjoy this.


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I Never Notcied- Percabeth AU

knock knock it’s a percabeth AU that @emilyvidosa wanted based off of this post of hers. 

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Percy Jackson never knew of Annabeth Chase’s existence until a party that he never even wanted to go.

It sounded so stupid to say and to think; a party thrown by his good friend Piper McLean. The parties that ended in either people being too flat out drunk to drive home and trashing Piper’s house or the cops being called and maybe the occasional early morning phone call of something asking if they left a shoe behind. And Annabeth Chase was one her best friends–no–she was her best friend.

It had started out as standing around, clutching a red up with alcohol he didn’t and wasn’t even drinking(he’d never drink. Not after what Gabe did to him or his mom)when he finally noticed her. The first thing striking about her was those damn eyes. A grey that matched storm clouds in the fall that are thick and heavy with rain. They matched the stainless steel knife in your kitchen for how sharp and precise they were. He had noticed those eyes somewhere before. Maybe passing around the college campus? One of the local stores? Hell had she been to Piper’s parties before and he simply never noticed her? Wherever Percy had seen them, he certainly was never going to forget them.

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