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Wlw Books: (amazon links on titles)

Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour, Rate: 4.6/5

Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan, Rate: 3.9/5

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, Rate: 4.4/5

Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden, Rate: 4.6/5

Ash by Malinda Lo, Rate: 3.9/5

Far From You by Tess Sharpe , Rate: 4.4/5

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst, Rate: 4.4/5

The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie , Rate:4.6/5

Huntress by Malinda Lo, Rate: 4.2/5

The Dark Wife by Sarah Diemer , Rate: 4.8/5

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by emily m. danforth , Rate: 4.5/5

Carol by Patricia Highsmith, Rate: 4.4/5

Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown, Rate: 4.7/5

Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley, Rate: 3.8/5

Adaptation by Malinda Lo, Rate: 3.8/5

Keeping You a Secret by Julie Anne Peters, Rate: 4.4/5

The Gravity Between Us by Kristen Zimmer, Rate: 4.7/5

Lost In You by Jade Winters, Rate: 5/5

What Matters Most by Georgia Beers, Rate: 4.3/5


Word count: 3,444
Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader
Warnings: some self-deprecation, a little social anxiety as well? Bucky being a flirt, tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a one shot in my head for a while and I figured I’d take a break from Begin Again to write this out before I lost it. Hope you enjoy xx

You stood in front of the full length mirror making final adjustments to your make up, swiping stray eye liner from the corner of your eye. Tony was throwing another party to keep up public appearances and unfortunately, you felt obliged to go. Tony was your friend and if he was going to suffer, you decided that you would too. 

You were dressed in a tailored dark wine red playsuit with black opaque tights and black heels. It was slim fit, and the neckline rested only a few inches below your neck so it was sophisticated enough but not too stuffy. 

You heard the door open as you threw your eye pencil back into its place when -

‘Doll, are you - hello, gorgeous.’

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, but blushed. He looked impossibly handsome - broad-chested and dressed in an all-black suit, the only colour coming from his gentle cerulean eyes and full pale lips. His hair was brushed back and you knew you would have trouble concentrating on anything else but him.

‘Turn around, lemme get a look at you.’ His words were meant to sound sultry but there was a near-goofy smile on his face that essentially just described Bucky himself.

You obliged, quirking an eyebrow. ‘I dunno, Barnes, you seemed to be enjoying the other view.’

Bucky flicked you on the forehead playfully. ‘Get your head out of the gutter,’ he smirked, making you giggle, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. In your heels, you were still a couple inches shorter than him. 

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Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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anonymous asked:

So this is kind of a sad-turned-cute prompt but imagine Yaomomo getting stood up on a blind date and Todo to the rescue!

 Note: Thanks! Actually I had this in mind half a year ago but never wrote it. Happy reading! This one is longer than the others :p I also paid homage to the drama cd haha

In which Todoroki sees her again after a year

               Her friends made this sound a lot easier than it really was.

               Just two hours ago, Yaoyorozu was in her room with Ashido, Hagakure, and Jirou as clothes were being stuffed back into her drawers, and then taken out again. She stood like a mannequin for the three girls as bouts of laughter encompassed them. With jewellery dangling on her like a Christmas tree, she took notice of how much of a pig sty her room had become. Ashido, being the hopeless romantic, wanted to set her up with someone she met from middle school. Strong, tall, charming, responsible…was what Ashido described the mystery blind date as, and with no doubt, he was someone who valued someone else’s time.

               Then why is it that he still hasn’t shown up?

Yaoyorozu pondered quite considerably too, before agreeing to this, since she had someone whom she had high regards for but she was certain destiny has it that they weren’t meant to be. So why not give this ‘perfect’ guy a chance?

               “Are you still waiting for your friend?” The server came again to ask, professionally balancing 5 plates at once, and Yaoyorozu could count with her fingers the number of times she had checked up on her table for thus far. Exactly 4 times.

               “Yeah, he should be here soon,” Yaoyorozu gave a fake smile, so meek that even she couldn’t fool herself, “He is stuck in traffic, I think.” Her last words trailed off into a discreet utterance.

               “Alright then, call me when you’re ready to order,” the server gave her a quizzical look, suspicion written all over her expression, and walked away with a sway of her hips. Yaoyorozu rested her head on her palm, playing with the little packets of raw sugar on the side of the table with her other hand and sighed.


               “Okay so the newest superhero movie just came out, who’s down to go this weekend?!” Kirishima’s sharp, fang-like teeth glinted as he gave a large grin, “It’s gonna be the best movie of 2017, I swear!”

               “I’ll go,” Tokoyami laid his arm around Midoriya as Kaminari nodded in agreement, “And Midoriya, you better go too. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Uraraka again.”

               Midoriya mouth formed a thin line, “With our schedule, I haven’t been able to see her for two weeks Tokoyami-kun, so….”

               “No can do,” Tokoyami shook his head, his feathers ruffled as he did so, making them appear more dynamic than usual, “Todoroki, how about you?”

               The three guys turned to face Todoroki right when the gorgeous and curvy bartender delivered their beers. Kirishima cocked an eyebrow when something black caught his eye underneath Todoroki’s glass and he sloped his body forward to take a peak, and sure enough, it was the bartender’s scribbly handwriting forming her phone number and flirty words of sorts. Kirishima knew beforehand that the bartender had zero chance.

Looking back at Todoroki, he seemed very concentrated on something on the other side of the room, neglecting the gazes that he was receiving from his friends, and Kaminari smirked.

               “Todoroki, are you checking out some hot girl?” Kaminari stuck his head out and scanned the area shamelessly, and his brows began to furrow, “Which girl are you even looking at?”

               No response came and on the contrary, it seemed that Kaminari’s question cued Todoroki’s aimless gaze to fix on his drink. The bartender watched him solicitously as her number below his hand caught his attention, but he ignored it just as fast. The boy gulped down most of the beer, wiped his mouth with a quick motion and was prepared to leave his seat.

               “Ehh? Isn’t that Yaoyorozu?” Kirishima cried out in surprise, “Let’s go say hi! It’s been like a year since we saw her.”

               Kaminari’s face brightened up, “You were staring at Yaoyorozu? Man, Todoroki, you are so…”

               His stomach dropped when Todoroki’s death glare pierced him and he quickly shut his mouth.

              The red-haired boy was bursting with energy though and his chair wobbled as he pushed off his bar stool. However, Kirishima wasn’t reading the mood properly, both Tokoyami and Midoriya recognized, and Tokoyami’s outstretched arm halted him midway.

               Midoriya spoke without skipping a beat, “doesn’t it look like she’s waiting for someone? Impatiently too?”

               Tokoyami crossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking thoughtful, “It’s the abyss of love.”

               The others, with the exception of a nonchalant Todoroki, were taken aback by their friend’s unexpected, edgy comment. Good ol’ Tokoyami.

               “Looks like she got stood up though,” Kaminari swallowed, “It’d be embarrassing for her if we go over there now.”

               It’s the sophisticated yet mournful look on Yaoyorozu’s face that urged Todoroki to act. She’s mature enough to handle herself, he acknowledged that fact, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Putting his unfinished glass down with a thud, he maneuvered past the other patrons and headed over to her, paying no heed to his friend’s remarks.


               The mix of footsteps was muffled to her by now and the music didn’t grow on her either. It won’t be long till her patience subsided completely. She was frustrated and disappointed, but most of all, she felt shamed. ‘Too naïve’, was what she always said to those around her, as if she had the right to criticize. But now it pertained to her. Oh, the irony.


               A whiff of spice overcame her senses and she poised, “You’re finally here!” Her voice broke in a happy tune.

The girl looked up and froze, meeting icy orbs plus white and red hair. She was stupid for not recognizing his familiar, bold voice.

Todoroki gestured in an attempt to ask if he was allowed to sit across from her and she nodded slightly. He should be glad for her to be meeting people, much less people of romantic interest, but as if thorns jabbed his chest, he wanted so bad to kick whoever this guy was all the way to Antarctica.

“Oh your friend is here!” The server couldn’t be more coincidental and eyed Todoroki up and down, a blush reaching her cheeks.  Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“He’s actually not the…”

“Yeah, I’m late,” Todoroki cut in, flipping through the menu like a storm, “I’ll take the steak and she will have the same.”


“Oh and also two glasses of the 1990 Chateau Margaux.”

At that, both the server and Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened. The latter was sure the price for that particular wine was $450 per glass but was partly glad that he remembered her favourite choice of reds. After the server thanked them profusely and walked away, the two sat there in a silent discord. Both wanting to ask each other about their new lives, eyes meeting and fleeting away, yet hesitant to know of one another’s change.

She kicked his leg accidentally under their wooden table.

“Uh sorry,” she spoke first, igniting the conversation, “Todoroki, I’m just wondering…why are you here?”

“Why, am I not allowed to be here?”

This prompted her thoughts of the Ennichi Festival where a similar question was raised by him years ago.

“No, of course you are,” she peeked at him. Through candlelight, his jaw line appeared more defined and his hair was a little shorter than she recalled. Everything else about him was the same though; he was still making her heart race without even trying.

“So was someone supposed to be here?” he stared at her and her eyes darted away.

“Well,” she started to focus on the buttons on his sleeves, “Ashido’s acquaintance was supposed to be here.”  

“Like a date?” he asked, not intending to make her restless but the shiver of her hand proved the contrary.

“Like a date.” She managed to repeat, and her shoulders relaxed, “but he never showed up.”

“Maybe he came and saw you and walked away,” he added.

Todoroki’s desperate attempt at joking and making her laugh was abysmal. His statement was met with lamentable eyes and he knew that ruined the mood.

“I was kidding,” he quickly explained, scratching the back of his neck. Yaoyorozu looked hopeful for a second and giggled. Noticing the upward motion of his lips as well, a nostalgic feeling showered her. In the back of her mind, an unnerving question coerced her to speak and finally she gave in.

“Todoroki,” she spoke, anticipating, “so are you seeing anyone?”

“Yes,” he said and she felt a pang in her chest, but recovered when he continued, “I see Midoriya quite often.”

“Oh,” she was relieved, “I mean are you dating anyone.”

Todoroki thought for a while, “No. I don’t know how to attract the person that I like.”

Yaoyorozu gulped inaudibly. Within the past year, things have changed too much. They had grown up.

 “I think …girls are simple though. They like food, and flowers,” she responded with a gleeful tone.

“Mmm,” his voice trailed off, he turned around, looking as though he was searching for something, “how about steak and wine?”

“Yeah steak and wine works,” she bit her lip, crestfallen, “Whomever you like must be lucky.”

“No I think I’m luckier.”

She considered his every move after his last word, while toying with the piece of hair that framed her face. As the server came to place their food on the table, Todoroki stood up from his seat without warning. He didn’t stall to think about where to go and gave Yaoyorozu a quick glance.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “You go ahead.” And she was left to wonder what he had in mind.

After a minute, Todoroki came back panting and when Yaoyorozu casted her eyes over to him from a half eaten piece of potato, she was ossified in her seat.

There he was, standing with one pink rose decorated with cellophane and chevron ribbons. He pushed it toward her, eyes commanding.

“Todoroki, what is—“

“Steak, wine and flowers,” he corrected himself, “I mean a flower. The florist across the street was closing so this is what was left.”

He cleared his throat, sensing his friends at the bar observing him, “I’ve wanted to do this since forever ago. But I was confused and I didn’t know what to do that was best and would impress you.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak, finally connecting the dots, but instead, she took a deep breath and accepted his flowers.

“You could impress me with just your presence, Todoroki.”

He was stunned by her answer and his expression softened. Within the warm glow of the candles, she erased the distracting silhouettes and sounds in her mind, tiptoed a bit, and kissed him.

Halloween (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Things get a little out of hand at a Halloween party. Will Ethan save the day?

Warnings: yelling? drinking? idk none really. 

A/N: This was inspired by @fireflydolan ’s list of Halloween with Ethan. So everybody say thank you to her! Everyone’s a tad older in this - old enough to drink at least. Enjoy!

“Babe, what do you think?” You called from your room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup for the halloween party tonight. You, Ethan, and Grayson were all invited to a massive Halloween party. You were originally from Salem, Massachusetts, so Halloween was everybody’s favorite holiday. After you moved to L.A., you always made it a point to go home to go trick-or-treating with your little sister and see the changing New England leaves. This would be your first Halloween dating Ethan.

Ethan poked his head into your room and smiled as you finish your dramatic makeup. The two of you had a lot going on since you flew back from L.A., so you didn’t have much time to get costumes. You decided to be vampires since you could pull it off with the clothes you had and some heavy makeup. You had done Ethan’s makeup first. It was no small feat, as he could hardly sit still because he was so excited to meet some of your old friends.

“Ethan!” You had said with a giggle as he bounced in your vanity chair at your mother’s house where you were all getting ready. “Stop or I’ll poke you in the eye!” He grinned and wrapped his arms around you.

“I was gonna say something about poking you later, but even I couldn’t make that sound good, could I?” The two of you couldn’t help but laugh.

You had just put on your dramatic false eyelashes and finished the most intense cat-eyeliner you’d ever attempted. It was bold, but not clownish, just as you were hoping for.

“What do you think?” You repeated. Ethan stared down at you, his mouth slightly agape and he smiled, showing off the fake vampire fangs that took you all of 45 minutes to glue onto his teeth.

“I think you look incredibly sexy, (Y/N),” he said, wrapping his arms around you and dipping his head down to kiss your neck once, gently. It filled your stomach with butterflies, even after all this time together.

“Will you put the two bite marks on my neck?” You asked, handing him the fake blood and the paint brush you had both used to apply it. He nodded and took the things from you.

“Sure,” he replied and pulled you close. You looked at him, confused for a moment before he leaned down and bit your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Ethan!” You giggled as he gripped your hips and bit your rested your hands on his chest. He nibbled and sucked at your skin, leaving a mild mark behind when he finally pulled away. He grinned at his handiwork and winked at you.

“Had to make it look believable,” he said before pecking your lips quickly.

He unscrewed the cap and used the back of the paint brush. He put a small dab of the substance from the Halloween store on the end of the brush and poked your neck, repeating again for the second time. He watched as the substance ran down your neck and blew gently on it to help it dry, as you had for him earlier. It looked pretty believable. You sat down at your vanity and looked in the mirror, fairly impressed.

“Wow, well done,” you said, looking up at him with a smile. Your fangs were already in as well. It had only taken you five minutes to put them in because you, unlike your boyfriend, could sit still. He shrugged and put the tube back down on your vanity after putting the cap back on.

“What can I say? I’m an artist,” He boasted and you can’t help but laugh as you roll your eyes and get up to change.

“You mean you’re not wearing that to the party?” He asked, frowning and sitting down in your vanity chair.

“Nahhh, I gotta find something more…vampire-ish,” you said, thumbing through your outfits, looking for something that would fit the bill. You and Ethan both knew that meant you were looking for something a little bit sexier than you normally would wear.

You smirked as Ethan became more and more excited/anxious to see what it was you were looking for. You had an idea and grabbed your leather jacket that was hanging at the front of your closet before venturing further to pull something from a drawer.

“Hmm, I think it might be over here, actually. Hey, will you go make sure Grayson is ready to leave in five minutes?” Ethan frowned, but did as he was told and went off to find his twin brother. You did Grayson’s makeup first, because he was more patient and less bouncy than Ethan and wouldn’t have bothered the two of you while you were getting ready. He was actually already downstairs watching tv with your little sister, who had just gotten back from her trick-or-treating rounds.

You pulled together your outfit, sprayed on some perfume and headed downstairs. When the boys saw you, both their mouths dropped open.

You picked out a black lace bralette, with an exaggerated silver chain necklace (you couldn’t wear a choker because of your fake bite marks), and a pair of torn black skinny jeans. You threw your leather jacket on over it, and wore a pair of spike-heeled boots. You had dark red lips and you looked -

“Amazing,” Grayson said with a smile. Even your little sister ‘ooh’ed at you. Ethan looked a little less than thrilled.

“What?” You questioned, looking at him innocently.

“Guys are gonna be all over you, (Y/N), don’t you think it’s a little much?” You gave him a look - raised an eyebrow and folded your arms over your ribs. He sighed, knowing he’d been defeated.

“Come on, Gray, let’s go,” he said, sounding a little dejected.

You grabbed your essentials from your purse and put them in your jacket pocket, zipping it up so they wouldn’t get lost.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! We’re going to the party! We’ll be back before dawn!”

“Make it 2,” your father said from behind a newspaper. You groaned but accepted your curfew and the three of you were off.

The house the party was at was only five blocks away, so you decided to walk. Most of the youngest children had already gone home - trick-or-treating hours were winding down, and now teenagers and adults were out, enjoying the revelry and feeling like kids themselves again.

As you walked down the street, you noticed a group of drunken frat boys were eyeing the three of you, and you knew Ethan would start something, so you pulled the twins to the other side of the street and kept walking, avoiding them as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when they didn’t bother following you. It seemed like they had gotten the message.

The party was already in full swing once you had arrived. Lots of your friends from high school were there and you enjoyed catching up with them. Ethan and Grayson made friends with a few guys you had been close with and the party was a general success. You had more than a few drinks and so did Grayson, but you noticed Ethan was holding the same beer most of the night.

Grayson was talking to a pretty girl dressed as Princess Peach and Ethan was sitting next to you on the couch. One of your favorite songs came on and you looked back at him, an open-mouthed, half smiling expression on your face. He rolled his eyes, but smiled and took your hand, leading you out onto the makeshift dance floor.

You grinned as the two of you danced and swayed to the music. You’d had quite a few drinks by this point and you were starting to feel them, but you were still having a great time. The music rattled through your body and made your very bones vibrate as Ethan held your hips. You stayed out on the floor dancing with him and quite a few other people for a few more songs. As the latest song ended, Ethan leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna go get some water for us.” You look up at him and nod so he knows you understand, even in your drunken stupor. You look around for Grayson and see him still talking to the girl in the slutty Princess Peach costume, so you shrugged and continued to dance by yourself. It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of hands on your hips, but even in your state of haze, you knew that they weren’t Ethan’s.

You whirled around to see the same drunken frat boy from earlier that you had avoided on your way to the party. You didn’t know him, and you didn’t think you’d see him again. You attempted to pull away from him, but his grip on your waist only got tighter. You fidgeted and fussed and pulled your hands away but he kept on trying to snatch them.

You squirmed uncomfortably and called for Grayson over the jock’s voice, but the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear you. As you fought him off, you started to feel more and more upset, but you were never a weepy drunk. Anger rose from your stomach up into your head as he started saying all manner of vulgar things to you. That’s when you snapped.

“I don’t know WHO in the FRESH FUCK you think YOU are, but I am NOT going home with you!” You shouted, pushing him back with impressive force. The music turned down as you started to yell at him and people began to stare. “I am not your plaything, I am not an object, and I am NOT YOUR BABY!”

By now, the whole house could hear you, and the only person moving in the entire house was Ethan, pushing through the crowd to get to you, still flaring with rage. By the time he arrived, Grayson was at his side.

“Alright, (Y/N), that’s enough…” he tried to calm you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You immediately reached back for him and kissed him fiercely on the lips, just for a second, but long enough for everyone to see and take notice. Ethan was surprised, but he returned your kiss like he always did.

THIS is the guy that’s taking me home, and you’re lucky he showed up before I could BEAT YOUR ASS you fucking PIG!” Ethan practically dragged you out of the house, kicking and screaming. Grayson almost had to hold your legs so you wouldn’t kick any other party-goers in the face.

Outside, the fresh October air cooled your face, and you didn’t even realize how flushed and hot your cheeks were until you suddenly felt cold again. You were still fuming as you tore up the street back towards your house, the twins in toe.

“(Y/N), that was awesome,” Grayson said, trying to suppress a laugh. You did’t really acknowledge it, you just kept walking, trying to burn up the rest of your anger and frustration. Ethan still hadn’t said a word since you’d left the party.

It was almost three blocks before you calmed down and stopped to catch your balance because your buzz had caught up with you. You had tripped over your heels, but Ethan caught you, just like he always had. He sighed, sounding annoyed.

“Baby, you need to slow down before you break your ankle,” he said, helping you right yourself and keep your balance. You held onto his arm and looked up at him. Your eyes were misty and dark from all the alcohol.

“Are you mad at me?” You questioned, sniffling. “Because I swear I didn’t encourage him or anything, and Grayson couldn’t hear me over the music and -” Ethan cut you off with a smile and a laugh.

“No, baby, I’m not mad. I just wish I could’ve protected you before you had to resort to that. I always want to protect you.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes, letting your arms snake around his middle.

“I know you can protect yourself, babygirl. I know that and I’m so proud of that,” he said, stroking your hair to try and calm your quiet sobs that had suddenly begun to wrack your body. You didn’t even notice them come on until he started rubbing your back over your jacket. “Like I said, I just wish it could’ve been me who told that asshole to fuck off.”

You nodded, your cheek still pressed against his chest, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d almost forgotten that Grayson was there until you heard his voice.

“For what it’s worth though, (Y/N) is scary as shit when she’s pissed off, and it was still awesome…”

After a brief pause to take in what Gray had said, the three of you broke into relieved laughter and the tension seemed to rise like steam off the ground, clearing the air. Ethan wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. You smiled warmly at him and your arm went around his waist.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” he whispered as the two of you walked side by side, back into the night.

Be gentle. This is my first self-published imagine. Feedback is more than welcomed. I love you all.

take this burden - part 3

He Tian let Jian Yi in.

‘Zhengxi called me. What’s going on?’

‘I think he might need stitches.’

Jian Yi walked around him and into the living room, taking his place on the couch and setting his, much more helpful, first aid kit on the table and pulled on a pair of gloves.

‘So, what happened?’

‘Well…’ He Tian started.

‘Not you, He Tian.’

Before he could start an argument, his phone rang.


He glared in Jian Yi’s direction
for a moment before stepping out onto the porch to be yelled at about his half-assed job of getting any legitimate answers.

Jian Yi waited until He Tian slid the door closed behind them.

‘So…?’ He prompted, peeling off the bloody bandage.

‘There was…an altercation.’

Jian Yi suppressed a smile.

‘An altercation, of course.’

Mo Guan Shan didn’t respond.

He had no idea how to talk to these people.

‘We don’t have to talk about it, don’t look so miserable.’

Mo Guan Shan sighed in relief.


He didn’t know if he could do that again tonight.
Jian Yi clicked his tongue.

‘This needs stitches.’

God damn it.

‘Can I just use superglue or something?’

He REALLY didn’t want to go to the hospital tonight.

Jian Yi did smile this time.

‘Technically, yes. But I can just do it for you here if you want.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

Jian Yi stood, walking to the glass door and catching He Tian’s attention without dirtying his gloves, and pointing in the direction of, what Mo Guan Shan assumed was, the bathroom.

He instructed Mo Guan Shan to grab some beers.

He Tian lit a cigarette, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder and waving him away dismissively, rolling his eyes at the phone.

The fluorescents in the small bathroom made his head pound.

‘Take a seat on the counter.’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the uncomfortably cold tile, feeling very childish all the sudden.

‘Does it hurt?’ Jian Yi asked.

His voice was soft and calming.

He’d later learn that was not always the case and he’d been written up at work once for his horrible bedside manner.

He shook his head.

‘Don’t lie. I can’t help you if you lie. There’s no need to put on a brave face right now.’

He stared down at the floor, embarrassed.

‘Yeah, it hurts a lot.’

‘Alright. I’m going to inject a little bit of numbing solution and we’ll check a few things while it settles.’

Jian Yi readied the needle.

‘This is going to sting like hell, but only for a few seconds.’

He closed his eyes as several small pokes from the needle did, in fact, sting like hell.

The man clicked the cap back on the syringe and sat it down on next to the sink before removing several items from the plastic case.

‘Look at me.’

He shined the flashlight in both of his eyes, checked his pulse, and took his temperature.

‘I don’t think you have a concussion, which is good news. Your heart rate is a little high though, so go ahead and take a few deep breaths for me.’

Roughly a minute passed while Mo Guan Shan tried to calm himself down.



Jian Yi gently touched the swollen skin.

‘Can you feel that?’

‘Not really.’

He continued to take slow, deep, breaths while the man worked quickly and efficiently, stitching him up and applying a clean bandage.

‘Alright, good to go.’


‘Sure thing. Like I said, you don’t have a concussion, but you probably shouldn’t drive for a few hours. Do you need a ride home?’

Clearly, this man hadn’t been given many details.

‘I’m just going to crash here, I think.’

Jian Yi looked surprised for a moment, but gained his composure quickly.


‘What do I owe you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘I don’t have much cash, but I can go to the hospital tomorrow and-’

‘Nope, nothing.’

‘No, really, I-’

‘Look, if i got paid every time i gave stitches in this apartment, I’d be a wealthy man.’

‘Are you sure?’


‘Does he have roommates?’

‘No, he’s just an idiot.’

He slid off the counter.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Mo Guan Shan kept his voice low.


‘Is he like…crazy?’

‘Who, He Tian?’


‘You really did just meet him, huh?’

The redhead nodded.

‘Oh, definitely.’ The man assured him with a small smile.


Jian Yi looked at him seriously, realizing he wasn’t entirely joking.

‘He Tian is a little bit on the crazy side, but he’s certainly never going to leave you needing stitches.’

‘How reassuring.’

‘There’s hardly enough time in the day to explain He Tian, but as long as you’re with him, you have nothing to be afraid of.’

Mo Guan Shan had many things he wanted to say to that, but the exhaustion that clouded his thoughts would only let him nod.

‘You should try and get some sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow to check up on you. If you’re supposed to go to work, take the day off. Doctor’s orders.’

Mo Guan Shan scoffed. Like it’s that easy.

‘I’ll try.’

‘I mean it. I can get you a note from one of the APs. Take the day. Rest. Ok?’


Mo Guan Shan felt like he’d been exceptionally agreeable tonight.

‘Any other questions?’

Just one.

‘Why are you all so…’

‘Crazy?’ Jian Yi asked with a wry smile.

‘Nice.’ Mo Guan Shan corrected.

For a split second, Jian Yi looked incredibly sad.

‘I don’t know the situation you’re in, and I don’t claim to be an expert on the matter, but I can tell you this much…’

Mo Guan Shan watched him expectantly while he gathered his thoughts.

‘The easiest thing you can do in this life is to lose faith. In the people around you and in yourself. And the hardest thing is to gain that back. After awhile it seems safe to assume someone would sooner hurt you than help you, and even then to wait for an ulterior motive. The world can be a nasty place and, if you let it, it will ruin you. The stupidest thing you could to right now is turn down the help being offered to you.’

He waited for Mo Guan Shan to respond, continuing when he didn’t.

‘The only thing I can tell you, with absolutely certainty, is that you’re not going back to him.’

They both turned as He Tian joined them, leaning against the doorframe.

‘I changed the sheets on the bed…’

‘Thank you.’ Mo Guan Shan said quietly, looking between them.

‘Do you want to lie down?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded, feeling the last few hours begin to catch up with him.

‘I’d like to shower, if that’s ok.’

Jian Yi told him to avoid getting his face wet, and that he’d be back to change the bandage in the morning.

They left him alone, closing the door to the bedroom.

He showered quickly, watching the water swirl down the drain long after it ran clear.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, he finished drying himself off and noticed the items laid out for him on the bed.

An ice pack with a cloth to wrap it in.

A soft, worn, shirt.

A pair of pajama pants.

An extra towel.

And his backpack he’d dropped somewhere.

And on the bedside table-

A bottle of beer.

A glass of ice water.

Two pain pills.

And a note, scrawled in messy handwriting with a phone number at the bottom.

‘I’m right outside if you need…anything.’

In front of ‘anything’ he’d scratched out ‘me.’

He changed into the unfamiliar clothes, and sank onto the unfamiliar bed, pulling his phone and charger from his bag and finding an outlet.

He drank most of the beer, messing with his phone for a bit, trying to relax as he listened to the muffled sounds of voices from the living room and the swinging and clicking of the door as the uniformed man left.

He positioned the ice pack on the pillow, resting his face on it gently.

After a few minutes of deliberation, he punched the number into his phone.

‘Thank you.’ He said again, over text this time.

‘You’re welcome.’


You Can Do What? || old man logan

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

2nd Logan oneshot of the day.. I’ll probably have 2 Charles Xavier ones coming after this so I can finish his requests! The prompt was so RAD I couldn’t pass it up. It’s shorter then most, and you can read it as platonic. Takes place before the events of Logan. Enjoy!

Requested by Anon: It’s as simple as this. You’re a mutant and you’re the closest thing Logan has to a best friend; the only problem with that is he is completely oblivious to the fact that you’re also a mutant. The weird thing about your mutation? You have the ability to morph your entire body into adamantium. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @buckybabble @itsbrittbrattt @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @hookedonawolverine @tigers-have-teeth @castawaybarnes @katiedreamy @xavier-chxrles 

This is crap lol and probably OC for Logan

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Pet peeve

I work at a fast food with a popular drink called root beer. And most annoying thing is when I ask the customers a question and they ignore it and continue ordering. I need to know if you’ll eat in or take out. Kitchen gets mad when it’s the opposite of what was punched in.
Also get annoyed because part of what my restaurant does is ask for names for the order because too many times customers grabbed the wrong order so now my boss has us ask for names. Works okay but when one person refuses to answer and continue ordering. I’m not putting anything in until I get an answer. Either tell me a name. ANY name, or I don’t wish to tell you. That’s fine.
There’s a lot of pet peeves but another one is when in drive thru
Me: “Hi! Your total is XX.XX. Is that debit?”
Customer: -has card facing him- yeah.
Me: Sure. -pushes debit on screen and hands machine out window.-
Me: Oh it didn’t go through. Is it debit?
Customer: no its credit!
Me:…. is it Master or Visa?
Customer: Mastercard.
Customer: you have tap?
Me: yup. Is it debit?
Customer: it’s tap.
Me: yes we have tap, is it debit or credit?
Customer: it’s tap!
Me: which card is it? -sees Visa symbol-…
Is that Visa? -pushes Visa button-
Tap doesn’t answer my question on what your card is. How dense people can be. There’s lots of pet peeves in fast food lol

This is everything you need in life

BBRae Week: Day 5

Casual Love vs Marriage

Yeah, both.

Friday nights were drinking nights.

No matter how busy their lives got, or how complicated, that was never likely to change, and it was something the group was rather vigilant on.

It had been a year that Kory and Richard were married, and the crew wanted to do something big for their best friends, to help celebrate when they got back from their anniversary getaway.

They’d made reservations at the couple’s favourite bar, invited everyone that had ever befriended them, and pooled in some hard-earned cash to buy out most the beer and liquor the place served.

Raven, Terra, and Karen had volunteered to show up early and put up a few decorations before anyone got there. Luckily, the original gang had spent so much time and money at this bar, that the owner had virtually no qualms with helping them out, especially when they’d often left him and his staff a generous tip by the end of every night.

It also helped that their presence, being former Teen Titans, drove in revenue and attention to the otherwise quiet establishment. It was always a full house any Friday the team decided to hit it up for their weekly drinking and socializing festivities.

“You know, it doesn’t look too shabby,” Victor had remarked when he’d stepped into the closed off area of the bar the girls had been decorating. His mechanical fingers rubbed at his chin as he contemplated the room around him.

“You say that like you almost expected it to look like shit,” Terra scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.

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Cards on the Table (Taron Egerton)

Originally posted by senxrfoggy

Summary: They dealt the cards in their hands when it came to their relationship, but there was always one that they kept hidden in their sleeves.

Author’s Note: I don’t normally write imagines for real actors, but my thirst levels are off the chart and I couldn’t help myself when I got this idea. I wrote it mainly for myself so I just want to publish it here for fun. Enjoy!

Their relationship always seemed a bit simple once they laid their cards out on the table.

Being cast as one of the main bodyguards for the villain in the new Kingsman movie meant spending quite a bit of time with the main cast. Even more so when her role involved seducing Taron Egerton’s Eggsy Unwin in the script. They got along quickly, and it didn’t take her long to know that she was attracted to him.

Who wouldn’t be? He was very cute and sweet and made her laugh. She had almost let it develop into a crush. Almost.

After a long day of shooting on the set, Taron, herself, and a few of the cast went out to a nearby bar for drinks. A few rounds in, the conversation had turned in the direction of relationships and types. She had no type, she said. If she was attracted to a guy, she was attracted to him; it didn’t matter what his hair color, eye color, or race was. Simple.

Taron’s was simple as well. “I like older women,” he answered. That was his card, and that was when she knew she didn’t stand a chance; she was two years younger than him. One of their co-stars said that people always end up dating beyond their types. She (almost) wanted to believe that was true and keep that glimmer of hope, but her thoughts quickly shut it down. Why wouldn’t it work between Taron and an older, more mature woman?

She was most definitely not that.

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i think the most embarrassing thing, after beer culture* itself, is beer culture as written by people who have never participated in it and yet feel like they need to include it to make characters look like ‘real men’

modern merlin fic: haha merlin loves sugary drinks and is fashionable and loves wine :)

real merlin: dirty, greasy boy who judges whether he can go out by sniffin his pits. loves the most garbage beer or boxed wine he can find and hasnt gone shopping in 6 years. doesnt own a comb.

Some Cheese With That Whine

*click thru to read on ao3

written by: @ponyregrets | Chash

prompt: ‘Clarke is on date and Bellamy is their waiter. Clarke’s date is being really rude to Bellamy. Clarke is appalled and ditches her date and apologizes to Bellamy. He asks if she wants to go on a date with him.’ for anonymous

word count: 3438

“Do you have some kind of dates-with-douchebags rewards card?” Raven is asking Clarke, when Bellamy gets to them at the bar.

“I have no idea what that means,” says Clarke, and bumps her shoulder against Bellamy’s, all warm camaraderie. “Hey.”

“Hey. Are we talking about douchebags again? I got some good ones today.”

“You always do,” says Clarke.

“Clarke had another date with someone her mom knew, so I assume she’s in a reward program,” Raven supplies, and Bellamy makes a face. Clarke’s mother gave her a three-month mourning period after she and Lexa broke up and then decided to start acting as Clarke’s own personal dating service, setting her up on date after date with nice boys from good families. Clarke is still going primarily for the free food, as far as he knows. And out of some perverse curiosity about whether or not her mother will ever find someone she actually likes.

He doesn’t live in terror of that happening, not really, but he’d like to figure out how to make a move himself before one of them does go right. Generally speaking.

“What would a dates-with-douchebags rewards card involve?” Clarke asks, sounding thoughtful. “I could definitely use one. Is it like those free sandwich cards? I don’t want a free date with a douchebag after I go on ten dates. That’s like getting an extra punch in the face after you already got in a fistfight.” She flags Gina down and gets a beer for herself and a gin and soda for him. “What happened with you?”

“The usual. Guy came in and wanted to impress his date with how cool and special he was, so he showed it by being a dick to me. Nothing says I’m a big deal like treating your waiter like scum.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. My date did the same thing.”

“Of course he did.”

“My mom knows how to pick them.”

He takes a sip of his gin and soda. “Depending on what she’s trying to pick, yeah. How’s school going, Raven?”

Raven’s in her first year of teaching college, so her ranting about her students gets them through most of the night. It’s not that Bellamy doesn’t like hearing Clarke make fun of rich assholes–he honestly likes it so much it might count as a kink at this point–but it’s harder and harder to not feel jealous too.

Which is why it’s so, so terrible when she leans against him two hours later, tipsy and happy, and says, “I should come to you.”

“Good news, you’re already at me. You did it.”

“Not now.”

“Oh yeah, obviously. I don’t know why I assumed.”

She laughs, burying her face against his shoulder, and he has to smile. He nearly ducks his head to kiss her hair, but he manages to restrain himself somehow. He should get an award for how much he doesn’t hit on Clarke Griffin. “I’m trying to tell you my plan.”

“A plan, huh? That’s pretty serious.”

“You can be my dates-with-douchebags rewards card.”

“I really didn’t know you were this drunk.”

“You can verify that they’re terrible and then when I’m done with dinner, we can walk over here together and get drunk.”

It is simultaneously an awesome idea and a terrible one, because obviously he’s into spending more time with her, and making fun of dicks is one of their favorite group activities. But she might hit a good date someday, and he can think of few things worse than witnessing Clarke making a genuine connection with some guy twelve tax brackets above him, one of the people her mother thinks she should be dating.

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Found this friend in the mountains yesterday. He was covered in beer bottles, most of which I kicked away. 

He’s absolutely massive, bigger than normal G.S.D’s, so I’m assuming it’s a Shi.loh or a King. 

I’ll be watching him over the summer until he’s clean enough to pick up.