must you be brilliant in all that you do

after the final battle

“What was it like,” he asks, “when you watched me die?”

“Hmm?” Emma responds, blinking her eyes open. She was nearly asleep.

The celebrations at Granny’s ended hours ago. They’re in bed now, freshly showered, under the sheets. The window is open and an early spring breeze is coming in. Just days ago it was snowing, but in the last few hours the warmth of spring seems to have settled in Storybrook. Magic probably has something to do with it, but Emma is too exhausted to be bothered by it. In fact, she’s just quite tired in general. Fighting a final battle will do that to a girl.

“What was it like when you watched me die?” Killian asks again.

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Me on my death bed...

Me: Tell my family that I love them

Grandkid: Yes, grandma.

Me: And tell telanu that Truth and Measure is the best novel I’ve ever read.

Grandkid: I think you mean fanfiction, grandma.

Me: Did I fucking stutter?

Backpack | JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jkguks

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: humour (?) & fluff | 

length: 1k

summary: when paparazzi show up during a cute date, Jeongguk wants nothing more than to hide you away. In that case, he suggests his ever-so-faithful backpack.


“Get in the bag,” Jeongguk says.

“Excuse me?”

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PT.4

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They ate in pleasant silence. The only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him. The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy of their time?

“The dragon is starting to grow on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at being caught staring.

“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually reminds me of you.”

Sherlock smirked at John’s reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”

“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether it’s a person or thing.”

“If we’re drawing parallels then, just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”

John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”

Sherlock snorted and took another helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”

It was then that John realized that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.

“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”

“Just let me change and I’ll join you.”

John perked up at the very real and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend, best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.

“So, this is where I’ll be until further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and lifted the covers.

“There’s always the sofa, if you want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.

They settled in under the covers, and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep. It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s small voice whisper, “John?”

“Yes?” Their voices were made gentle and soft by fatigue.

He could see Sherlock’s form sit and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to say.

After a long bout of silence, he heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”

“I did.” John then thought back to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass, maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”

“Sherlock I’m sorry…”

“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they would stay up all night if that made him feel better.

“Yeah, of course, whatever you want.”

“…You called me great today, and I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such, therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”

John’s breath hitched in his throat at that.

“From the day we met you never once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’. You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”

John bit his cheek to prevent any noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.

“When I’m with you John, I think I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”

John cupped a hand over his mouth to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.

“So, let me say this now. John Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”

John didn’t respond. How could he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”

They fell asleep like that, embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.

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Oh boy, this was 1k words guys! Hopefully you guys were satisfied with this chapter, it was a pleasure to write, and hopefully the next parts will be just as good! 

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Harry Styles - Guest Songwriter Imagine


[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]


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People of Ghirapur,

I have been a consulate functionary and I have been a renegade. But today I speak to you as nothing more than a fellow citizen of the greatest city in the world: Ghirapur.

Ghirapur was founded on the spirit of cooperation, optimism, and ingenuity. As a community, we grew and thrived through the exchange of ideas, enthusiasm for learning, and passion for creating inventions that bettered the lives of all. This spirit was at the heart of the Consulate for countless years, but recently it was broken.

When Tezzeret arrived in Ghirapur, he demonstrated incredible ingenuity and power. Some of the greatest minds in the Consulate, Dovin Baan among them, were blind to the cruelty at the heart of that power. By falling under his influence, the Consulate betrayed the public’s trust and turned against everything Ghirapur stood for. The Consulate failed you. I failed you.

For that, I am sorry.

I am also determined to ensure we do not let one tyrannical man destroy what we have spent decades building. Ghirapur is the promise of thousands of brilliant minds working together. We must find a way to come together again.

Today the Consulate announced that they will begin a new path forward. Effective immediately, they are lifting the curfew, reinstating all aether access privileges, and returning all confiscated inventions to their rightful creators. I entreat each and every one of you to accept their offer to move forward.

It is time to stop referring to each other as “Consulate” or “renegade” and start seeing ourselves as a united Ghirapur. This is what the founders of our city would have wanted, and it’s the only way to reclaim the spirit we have lost.

Let’s move forward. Let’s rebuild. Let’s invent. Together.

Yours in the spirit of Ghirapur,
Sekar Rabi

All His - Part 5 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Future Smut

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N: sometimes its best not to rush things. This still isnt over. Fixed some of my bad Tex-mex dialect to proper Spanish 😐

All His part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6


The song practice dragged on. Snacks and then meals were brought in by managers and you could hear the improvement in their performance and pronunciation. After a few hours several of members called it a night, opting for sleep over yet another run through of the song. The members had decided to slip it into the acoustic portion of the concert and Chanyeol worked hard perfecting the chords on his guitar.

Eventually Junmyeon kicked everyone out of his room and you lingered close by Minseok and Kyungsoo as they made their way down the corridor. They had been discussing something and your mind wandered a bit as you followed, not close enough to eavesdrop but still very much available should either of them need you.

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anonymous asked:

i really love your writing and i was wondering if you have any malec/jimon fic recommendations?

Awwwww, thanks anon. You’re so sweet! Well, I’ll always recommend anything written by @abloodneed cuz Izsak’s writing is A++++++. Plus, he also writes the occasional Jimon which is just as brilliant!

Then there’s Anger Management  by @latinalightwood which I started beta’ing like three chapters ago, and which I love! Ana loves her angst and I love screaming, I love you and I hate you all at once. Trust me. She’ll have you doing both.

I won’t Let You Fall by @jezthemadficster is this dancing fic that god, every time a new chapter is out, has me grinning like a loon as I go, “gimme gimme gimme goddamit!” and trust me, she never disappoints. And the way she describes the dance, it’s vivid poetry that just takes my breath away. Honestly, great stuff if I must say so myself.

I love Knights and tales that reimagine fairytales so Destiny Calls by @clockworkswans also ranks pretty high on my list. It’s brilliant writing really, and has me hopelessly hooked.

Then there’s Under New Management by @highwarlockkareena which woah, got me hooked even before I knew that it was Kareena that was writing it. The plot, the pacing, the writing, all amazing, and Kareena’s take on the Downworlder council has me in awe. I’m not going to spoil it for you but it’s really good.

Cradle Songs of Comfort by @theonetruenorth because frankly the story’s slept on. Like woah! The plot is based off a game. The characterization is excellent. The pacing has me biting my nails like crazy, waiting to see what will happen next, and the writing is excellent. 

Under the Bleachers by @bi-magnus which to me is A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Think it’s a lot of pluses? Hehehehe. Well, it’s because the story’s damn good! That’s so damn good Jimon right there.It’s cute and fluffy and hot and will leave you smiling till the very end. You know what, just look through the rest of her fics on her AO3 because they’re all so good, and Alice’s Jimon Week fics are classic!

Never say Never by @mel-iorn because it combines Mel’s brilliant, beautiful writing (really, if you’ve never read anything by Mel, you don’t know what you’re missing) and glorious beautiful Jimon. Honestly, the story’s brilliant. 

Only Fools by @aleclwb which was is funny and cute and hot and has Simon dating Jace in order to teach Jace how to date Clary. Yeah trust me, it’s as good as it sounds. So damn goooooood. 

And finally, I would of course recommend the first fic I ever wrote in the SH fandom: It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity Brother Dearest. You can also find my Tumblr drabbles on here

How Long Are You Staying For?-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

Summary: Requested by annonymus: ‘Jon Snow imagine where you are Theon’s little sister and come to visit him, and Jon falls in love with you because along with being ladylike and graceful, you’re also a sassy and skilled archer and sailor. Towards the end of your visit, Ned announces you are staying as your father has betrothed you to Jon Snow, and Theon teases you about being married to a bastard but you don’t care cause you love him.’

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Theon Greyjoy x Reader (siblings), mentions of the Stark family

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sassiness, animal killing but fluff (kind of long-ish)


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My horse strode through the open gates of Winterfell, giving me a chance to look around and see if anything had changed. I had not been here since I was a child, my brother and I separated for years. We were never close, he actually annoyed me to no end but he was still my brother. Our sister Yara sailed with me, though she wasn’t staying. She used the excuse that father wanted me to be escorted there, even though I was just a good a sailor as her. It was really because I was the youngest and the only one of the girls who acted as a lady should.

Once I entered the courtyard, I saw the Stark family along with my brother waiting for me. I hadn’t seen anyone for so long, it was strange to see how grown up everyone was.

“(Y/N) Greyjoy, my how you have grown.” Eddard Stark stepped forward as I got down from my horse, embracing me as soon as my feet touched the floor.

I smiled.“It is good to see you all again. I do not think I am the only one who has changed.” I took a rolled up parchment out of my cloak.“Also, I have a message from my father, he said it was urgent.

The formal greetings went by quickly, it was soon just my brother and I. Surprisingly he was being kind.

We hugged."How I have missed you sister.”

“You too brother. It has been far too long.”

As we pulled away, I could feel someone watching us. Looking to my left, I spotted Jon Snow, Ned’s bastard, already watching us. He had grown more handsome since the last time I was here. I had always found him alluring somehow.

“The bastard has been staring at you this whole time.” Theon huffed.

“And what is wrong with that?”

“He shouldn’t be looking at you in the first place. You’re much more important than him.”

I rolled my eyes at my brother. For a moment I thought he had changed and was genuinly kind.

“You haven’t changed.” I started to walk away from him and towards Jon who was putting away arrows from the archers before him.

He noticed me approaching, immediately bowing.“My lady.”

I curtsied.“We’ve already been through this Jon, you know you can call me by my first name.”

His tense figure relaxed a little.“Don’t you think your brother will be angry about that?”

“He treats me like a fragile vase, as if I’m going to break at any minute. Theon is probably riled up because he couldn’t find any whores to sleep with him this week.”

Jon was taken back by my statement but started to laugh.“Well you’re not wrong.”

As we laughed, Theon marched up to us. We tried hard to stop laughing, having to make do with a smile. Theon’s stern face only made me want to howl more.

“(Y/N), dinner will not be until much later on tonight. How about a ride into the Godswood with Robb?” he asked, obviously wanting me to get away from Jon.

“That sounds lovely, however, Jon must come with us.” Before he could protest, I turned to Jon.“Please come with us?”

He hesitated, but said yes anyway, much to Theon’s dismay.


The Godswood was truly beautiful, I had vague memories of this place. Robb was a sweetheart as always, keeping the peace between his half-brother and Theon. I rode beside Jon, not his to annoy Theon but for me also. He seemed such a nice man and I wanted to get to know him better, but a part of me knew that I probably wouldn’t ever see him again once I left; no doubt father was going to be arranging my marriage soon. However, it would be rude not to speak with him, plus I loved how it aggravated my brother.

Once we were deeper into the woods, we dismounted our horses, deciding it would be easier on foot. I giggled as the two direwolves brushed past me, eager to go running. They were truly magnificent creatures. As I watched them wander off, I didn’t realise that the men were crouched down behind some bushes, eyeing up a deer further up. They had gone silent, Theon preparing a bow and arrow ready to shoot it. Before he could even let go, another arrow shot low past their heads, causing them to whip around in shock, thinking it was an attack. They were even more surpised when they saw it was me.

“(Y/N)! When did you learn to shoot an arrow? Father will be furious.” he was angry he hadn’t made the shot.

I smugly walked over to him.“On the contrary brother, he would be very proud. Yara trained me herself, archery is my best asset.”

“I must say (Y/N), that was a brilliant shot. It went right through the deer’s eye.” Robb looked impressed, as did Jon.

Jon was told to collect the deer as Robb and Theon walked ahead. I stayed back, feeling bad that Jon had to do all the work just because he was a bastard. His direwolf, Ghost, sat by my feet also waiting for his master.

“You did not need to wait for me (Y/N), I would have caught up.” his hand petted Ghost’s head.

“I honestly do not mind. I killed the deer, I should have helped.”

“You’re a lady, you do not need to do such tasks.”

“You just saw me shoot that deer straight through the eye, do you really think I’m a normal lady?”

We spent another hour walking around, seeing if we could spot anymore animals for dinner that night. The only things we could find were some rabbits, though they already had plenty back at Winterfell. Again I was with Jon most of that time, we had a good conversation going until Theon would try to disturb it. I could see Robb trying to stop my brother from doing so, but he was a very stubborn person, much like myself.

Unfortunately we all had to part ways as soon as we arrived back in Winterfell. The feast was soon upon us and I had yet to get ready. For some reason my stomach was feeling strange, I didn’t feel sick, I felt….nervous? Why would I be nervous? What was there to be nervous about? Though it wasn’t a 'what’, it was 'who’?

Jon.

That man was causing me to feel like this. I hardly knew him, could I really be falling for him? I never experienced any type of love, only reading about it in my books. My family had never been one to show admiration for each other, not like the Starks. The feeling grew stronger as I opened my door, expecting my brother to escort me, though to see Jon there.

“Oh, Jon. I thought Theon was taking me to dinner?” I asked, stepping outside.

“He seemed to be occupied with some women in the hall. I decided to escort you myself.”

I just smiled and looped my arm in his, hoping that the walk there would not be too short. It was hard to stop staring at him, I’m sure he noticed a couple of times. As we turned into the next corridor, my brother had just stepped out of the hall. His head darted about, landing on Jon and me. Again he was angry, crossing his arms as he waited for us.

“I was bringing you to dinner. I thought we might actually be able to spend some time together.” He huffed.

“I’ve been stuck up in my room for ages. Don’t pretened that you didn’t forget about me. It doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m too hungry to kick your arse.”

We all sat at the long table, Ned at the end with Catelyn by his side, then the children (including Theon and I) in age order. Jon was sat opposite to me, once again I couldn’t help but look at him sometimes. Out dinner was agonisingly slow, I may have been the most ladylike of our family but I really didn’t want to be there. My mind kept going back to Jon, I would find myself daydreaming. It was hard to concentrate on what anyone was saying.

Much to my relief, we were finally finished. As the servants took away our plates, Ned requested that everyone but Jon and I leave the room. We shared a confused look. Had we done something wrong? Had Ned seen me making heart eyes at his bastard son and wanted me to stop? My heart was beating in fright, Ned could be lovely most of the time but he was still Warden of the North; I didn’t want to risk getting on his bad side.

As everyone filed out, Ned took a swig of his drink, waiting until he was positive that the room was clear. Everyone had looked as confused as we were. The doors made a loud noise as they closed, echoing around the hall which somehow raised the tension.

“Come closer, you two.” he ordered. We raised from our seats to the ones right next to his.“I have an announcement that concerns that both of you.”

We stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.

“(Y/N), your father’s message was very important and clear to me. We have been in contact for many months now, after all this time we have finally made a decision.”

Jon spoke up.“And what would that be father?”

Ned smiled a little.“You two are to be married, so that the Starks and Greyjoys may become better allies.”

The three of us sat in silence. Jon and I were both shocked, not expecting something like this.

Ned continued.“I know that this is surprising for the both of you. Just know that you’ll be doing a great deed for our houses.”

He then dismissed us, not wanting to say more on the matter. Though what was there to say? Jon and I had finally reunited after so many years and were know I’m an arranged marriage. However, this was Jon we were talking about. My father could have made me marry a man older than himself, a cruel one at that. Jon was definitely not like that. Exiting the room, we saw Theon leaning up against the wall, smirking; he had clearly been listening in.

“Marrying a bastard are we?” He started.

“It would seem so.” I replied.

“Seems like father really doesn’t think about you that much if he’s letting you marry him.” he gestured to Jon as if he were some sort of filthy animal.

“You’re always quick to jump to conclusions. I don’t see any women going after you, even the shores stay away. Now if you’ll excuse my betrothed and I, we have much to discuss.” and with that I dragged Jon away.

Just like before, we linked arms, walking in silence this time to my room. Before it felt lovely to be alone with him, now it felt a little awkward.

“Jon, I-”

“Thank you for saying those things to your brother.” he interrupted me.

I smiled.“I wasn’t just saying those things because he’s my brother. I meant it you know?”

He smiled too.“I’m so used to that kind of talk that I just ignore it.”

“Well, that’ll change soon enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to be married. I cant have my husband thinking less of himself than what he actually is.”

Imagine: Peter can’t stop flirting with you, in front of Hook.

Warning: extreme leaves of sass


“You’re cute.”

“Well, thank you?”

“Can I keep you?

“N-no!”  You had only been on Neverland for five minutes and Peter has already managed to make you feel small and strange.  Not that it took much, it was easy for others to make you feel insecure and when you did you became defensive and sassy.  Most girls would think it was a cute attempt at flirting but you knew better.  You knew no one would ever think that you were attractive.  Although you looked confident your Captain could see your change in mood and stepped in.

“Pan, my crew and I are done here we just need permission off the island.”  You smile glad that Hook diverted Peter’s attention away from you.

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

   “Cute, but no.” you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your mouth.  For a second you were afraid Peter would get mad at you.  Or at least until you saw him smile.

   “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but do you want to kiss me?”  You could hear Killian beside you groan, probably feeling extremely awkward and just wanting to leave.  For a second you panicked you couldn’t say yes or no.  But what else was there to say, unless.

   “Maybe, I always keep my options open.”  

“There is definitely something wrong with my bed.”  You look between Peter and Killian trying to understand what is even going on.  Peter is smirking waiting for a response, and Hook is rubbing his eyes with his hand clearly annoyed.

“Are you seriously just going to stand there until I ask what it is?”  He continued staring at you.

“Just get it over with, I want to get out of here,” Killian has lost his patients with Peter and hopefully not you.

“Fine, what is wrong with your bed?”

“You’re not in it.”

“You are impossible Peter.”

“Did you buy your pants on sale because at my house they would be 100% off.”  Okay now he has gone beyond making you uncomfortable.  You were getting mad.

“Screw you, Peter.”

“That is a terrible idea, let’s do it.”  All of your brilliant comebacks flew out the window.

“Stop.”

“Why?  I am sure I could make you very happy.”  That stupid smug smirk.  It’s infuriating.

“How, are you leaving?”  There was that comeback.  Where the heck did it go a second ago.

“You won’t get rid of me that easy.”

“You must be the Pied Piper then.”

“Why is that, love?”

“Because you are a massive douchebag and I want to punch you in the face.”  Not as clever as you could have been but still it got your point across.

“What is it like to be the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“What is it like being the biggest liar in the world?”  He could at least try to be believable.

“Stop being shy go on and ask me out.  You know you want to.”

“Okay.  Go out.”

“Ouch that hurts.

“I hope it hurt as much as when you crawled out of hell, bloody demon.”  He paused and simply looked at your face.  You would think he was thinking of a comeback except he seemed to be studying you.  When he looked back into your eyes you were certain he had you memorized.

“You are perfect.  Where have you been all my life?”

“Hiding from you.”  you smirk hoping you won this stupid little argument.  But Peter continues to act as cocky as ever.

“What are you doing this Friday night?”  You pause taken aback by the fact that he is actually asking you out.  For a split second you almost consider his offer before you come up with a brilliant comeback.

“Not you.”  Simple sweet and ego destroying.
“Are you two done?  I honestly want to go home now, so can we just leave?”  Hook tapped his foot in annoyance.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fluffy scenario whit kuroo, something realy really sweet please, thank you!! You are the best , i hope you can pass through everything easly

This was a pretty vague so I did my best with what I was given. Hopefully this was sweet enough! Also guys, please spread the word that I’m taking commissions as well as accepting donations to my gofundme account to make money for my classes so I can graduate. I’m no where near my goal and need help! :’(

-Admin Lana


Love was something breathtakingly beautiful in its own way, opening your eyes to new opportunities each moment you spent together. Kuroo only seemed to bring out the best in you and he became a better man because of you. It was only a matter of time before your long-standing relationship reached a head, both of you desiring something more permanent along the lines. You didn’t need to verbalize it, Kuroo was already two steps ahead. He knew you well enough by now to tell what you were thinking.


Phase one of his plan had long been completed seeing as he had found the perfect ring that was a representation of his love for you. The next part was simply to lure you out to the rendezvous point where he’d finally ask the question your ears have been longing to hear. With the help of Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Kenma, hopefully it’d prove to be successful. 


Kuroo waited anxiously at the edge of the pier where he waited, glancing at his phone every few moments in hopes of seeing a text from Tsukishima. “God, I hope Tsukishima doesn’t slip up and let her know what’s waiting for her down here.”


Kenma arched an eyebrow, pausing from stringing up the tea lights around the pillars to patio at the end of the pier which was meticulously decorated in delicate lights and your favourite flowers. He only hoped it was enough to make this moment memorable. “Do you really think Tsukishima would let such details slip? You know better than anyone how tight-lipped he can be.” He watched as Kuroo wrung his hands, a conflicted expression crossing his features. “You’re worrying to much.”


How could he not though? His life was about to change for the better because of four small words. It wasn’t that he doubted that you would agree to marry him, but rather if this would be good enough for you. There wasn’t enough words that could accurately describe the emotions he felt when he gazed at you in the early morning light or when your lips quirked up in the slightest fashion when he’d crack a corny joke. In short, you were everything to him.


The sound of his phone ringing was enough to shake him out of his stupor, looking at the screen showing a text from the blonde. They had just arrived. “They will be here any moment! Take your places!” 


Bokuto crossed the cobblestone to his best friend, offering him a soft smile. “You’re going to make _____ very happy. You deserve each other.” It was warming to hear those words, Kuroo falling into the male’s hug, grateful to have him at his side. The two moved to take their places, Kuroo moving to hide behind one of the pillars.






“Kei, please tell me this is the last stop. You’ve been dragging me around all day, and quite frankly I’m tired.” You whined, grasping at the tall male’s arm in a dramatic fashion. It wasn’t unusual for you to hang out considering you were good friends since childhood, but normally there was a point of destination in mind.


“Quit whining, you’ve been moping all day. Do you not like to hang out with me?” Tsukishima flashed you an incredulous look, striding down the boardwalk slowly, fingers discreetly moving across the screen of his phone.


You nearly snorted at that, surprised that he was even capable of looking incredulous. “I’ve think I’ve had enough of your snarky comments all day. Sometimes I can’t tell you and Kuroo apart.” At that he rolled his eyes.


“Speaking of your lover, wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.” The cryptic message didn’t slip past you as Kei fell behind you, urging you forward with a sweep of his hands.


“What do you mean? He’s not-” The air that lay captured indoor lungs rushed out in a flurry of your amazement. It was unlike anything you had seen before, something more along the lines of a romance movie. Beneath your feat were rose petals strewn across leading to the pillars of the patio, tea lights strung around the railings and the columns, illuminating the night. But that wasn’t what was most prevalent, but rather the man standing in front of you dressed to the nines. This must be why Tsukishima had urged you to ‘dress appropriately’. 


Kuroo said nothing, but offered out a hand. Your heart fluttered, having an inkling of what this could possibly be about, but still in awe nonetheless. “So this is what you’ve been up to when you said you were busy.”


“Do you like it?” He breathed, gently taking your hand into his own. 


You gazed around once more before a brilliant smile broke out across your face. “It’s gorgeous,Tetsu.  Did you do this all by yourself?”


“I had a little help.” At that a few shadows moved forward to reveal Bokuto and Kenma. Tsukishima stepped towards the sidelines to join them. He was taking a knee before you were processing the significance of this gesture, ears finely attuned to the words spilling from his lips.


“We’ve been together for years and you’ve put up with a lot from me. There isn’t a word that can accurately describe the emotions I feel towards you nor can I express them in a manner that suits you.” He reaches behind him to grasp the velvet box that has taken refuge in his nightstand prior to this evening. “I love you and I will continue to say this until you grow tired of it. I want to wake up next to you each morning and hold you in my arms at night. I want to see you cheering me on in stands at games not as my girlfriend, but as my wife. If you’ll have me, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” 


The breath hitched in your throat, eyes already beginning to gather tears. This was something you have been dreaming of for a while, and the fact that it was becoming a reality was far too much for you to handle. Finally you tore your eyes away from those golden hues to take a peek at the ring. 


“Tetsurou…?” You were still transfixed on the ‘ring’ as you spoke his name. Your boyfriend was a dork and had quirky tendencies, but this went beyond him. “Is this a joke?”


Kuroo froze, glancing down at the box in shock, not quite believing what  he was looking at. The diamond ring that was supposed to be nestled between the folds was replaced with a ring pop. “What the he-”


Laughter was not what he expected to grace his ears, peeking up at you as you giggled gleefully, wiping the tears from your eyes. “You know me too well. This is the perfect ring for me.” 


“So…is that a yes?”

“Of course I’ll marry you.” He slipped the candy onto your finger before he rose up to meet you in a tender kiss, the three clapping from the sidelines, although internally Kuroo was nearly at his wits end. Where did the real ring he was supposed to give you?

A boisterous laugh resounded from behind you, and you turned with a huge smile tugging at your lips. “Congratulations you two! I couldn’t be happier for the both of you.” Bokuto pulled you in a big before turning to Kuroo, squeezing him tight. “Thought you might want this back.” He slipped a small box into his hand before stepping away.
 

Kuroo couldn’t help but sigh in relief, rolling his eyes at his antics. “I swear, you almost made me have a heart attack! What was I going to tell her if I couldn’t find the ring?” He whispered before pulling away with an exhausted expression.


“As much as you like that ring pop, I think you’ll like this one even better.” He slipped the metal ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly against your skin as if it was meant to be there. 

A shriek of joy escaped your lips as you dove onto him in a firm embrace, meeting his lips over and over in a series of tender kisses. “I can’t wait until the day that I become Mrs. Kuroo Tetsurou.”


“That day is coming sooner than you think, baby.”

a little slice of heaven

Summary: Rose stumbles upon a bakery one morning when she’s out far too early for her liking. (Ten/Rose bakery AU)

Word Count: 705 words || Rating: All Ages

Notes: for the absolutely amazing @boobiedook who i love immensely and was in need of some fluff. hopefully this tooth-rottingly sweet thing has magical healing powers ♥

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Rose stumbled into the shop still half asleep, lured in by the smell of cinnamon and vanilla and what she thought just might be heaven. A little bell above the blue door announced her arrival and she stopped in her tracks once she was inside. It was a warm bakery, bigger than she had expected from the storefront and suffused with soft gold light that lit up the treats stacked in glass cases around the room.

“Oh, hello! No one usually wanders in this early.”

Rose looked up to find a tall, lanky man walking out of the back room with a tray filled with mini loaves of some sort of bread in his hands. His brown hair was sticking up in every direction and there was a streak of flour highlighting one cheekbone.

“I didn’t even check to see if you were open, just kinda walked in,” Rose said, walking towards the counter, drawn in by the baker’s bright smile and twinkling chocolate-colored eyes.

“Ah, well there aren’t actually hours posted. I just unlock the door when I get here and close up when I’ve sold out or am ready to go.” He set the tray down and stuck his hands in the pockets of his brown pinstriped apron, still grinning like a loon. “I’m the Doctor, by the way.”

“Rose,” she answered, not able to resist smiling back. She could see the spray of freckles across his nose now that she was closer. It almost looked like he’d been dusted with cinnamon in addition to the wayward streak of flour.

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fic: the trace of pleasure or regret, (5/5)

Previous: One - Two - Three - Four

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When Rose had agreed to come to Shareen’s wedding, she was excited - not just for her friend, and to see her old mates, but for where the evening reception might lead. She’d considered that maybe she’d get the Doctor flirting with her, get him up dancing, show him off a bit to her mates. She’d hoped that maybe, when they got home, he’d give her a kiss goodnight again.

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Requested by anonymous

“I finished checking on the Nifflers” you announced walking into the little cabin where Newt was scribbling down in his little note book. You couldn’t help but smile at the man as he wrote down his last sentence. You loved the way he looked when he was concentrated, with his eyes furrowed and-.

“Brilliant” Newt replied slamming his book shut, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“I must thank you again [Y/N], for agreeing to come with me all that time ago".

“No please Newt I should be thanking you. I was nothing until you offered me this opportunity. Now I’m doing something with my life that I can actually be proud of”.

Newt gave you a soft warm smile that absolutely made your heart melt. There was only one down side to Newt taking you under his wing. You accidentally fell in love with him.

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Comfort - Tommy Shelby

Tommy comforting you after you’ve had a bad day. For my able anon. 

Comfort - Tommy Shelby | part of the Able series

Tommy got in later than usual, going straight into the kitchen to make himself some tea. He assumed that you had already gone to bed until he heard a noise coming from the stairs. Setting the kettle on to boil he walked around the corner into the hallway and caught sight of you, still in your clothes from the day, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. When you heard footsteps in the hallway you perked up, brushing at your cheeks to rid them of tears but it was too late. Tommy had already seen.  

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Watch Me (Fred)

Requested- Can you please write meeting fred and he knowing that moment that you are the one and makes like a promise to make you fall in love with him? Please please please, this is a need

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It was right after Potions and you were chatting with your friends when you bumped into a particular, tall boy accidentally. Fred didn’t know who you were, but you were quite sure that everyone in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew who he was. You glanced at him, about to apologise, but the ginger spoke first. He raised one of his eyebrows and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been seeing you around,” he started, “without knowing your name.”

You froze in surprise, “um I guess I see you rather often, too?” You tugged a strand of your hair over your ear and smiled awkwardly. You were in the same year as him, but a different house. Your friends were giggling beside you and you shot them a narrowed look. They ran away, leaving you completely alone with Fred. “I mean everybody knows you,” you let out a laugh at your ramblings.

“Haha, I don’t know about that.” He grinned in a way that would make any girl’s stomach filled with butterflies. “Mind if you tell me your name?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.” You looked around, searching for the sight of your friends. You didn’t see them anywhere, so you figured that they must have gotten to class already.

“Okay y/n y/l/n, I don’t know if anyone had told you this before, but do let me tell you this, you’re really beautiful.” He said almost effortlessly, well, you would think that he said it effortlessly if it wasn’t the fact that his ears were in brilliant red. “And funny.”

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43. falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

(aaron/omc and brief aaron/robert, but not really infidelity?

well this is the last of the requests! and it’s a long one. I had serious issues with the tensing here, so I hope it makes sense and that you enjoy. there were a few more on the list I would like to write, so I may do them down the track. but thanks so much to everyone, this has been so much fun x)

Robert’s known Gabe since they were six years old. They played footie together at school, on the back oval by the old, rusty portables - and while neither of them were ever good enough for the team, they always had each other to big themselves up. All get in, and Leeds material you are, and stupid childhood dreams.

They finished school together, came out together – Robert can still hear Gabe’s horrified “No we’re not shagging, he’s like my brother, gross!” – stepped into the workforce together. They did everything together, and it was effortless.

It took twenty two years, and about twenty something weeks for anything to ever threaten their friendship.

His name was Aaron Dingle.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any really good 100k+ or 200k fics? I've read all the classics and am in dire need of another long fic. If you could help a girl out, that would be so much appreciated!💖 (of course, Bottom!Louis is a must) thanks again lovely!!!! Hope your Valentines Day was good.

I’m not sure what qualifies as a classic, but I’ll rec some of my favorites, if that works.

(and I assume TIF is a classic but.) TIF - not on ao3

Swim in the Smoke

As You Are (not BL but brilliant)

Into the Blue (I don’t think this one is BL either but it’s zarah so)

Speaking of Marvels

Say You’ll Remember (a little under 100k but it’s an angst fest so naturally I’m here for it)

Empty Skies

Never Be (yes I am reccing myself)

and I haven’t read these works yet, but I know @lucystarkid, @anhcor, and @tvshows-addict have all recently published/finished some HUGE fics, so check those out, too!

*also I apologize, because with the exception of my own fic, I’m thinking all of those are classics… it’s hard to find lengthy, well written fics that no one knows about! if you find some more, let me know ;)

Happy Valentine’s day to you, too! xx